Playing the Pet

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It's been awhile since you got laid. Your roommate's girlfriend, Amy has taken notice. If it wasn't for the amount of times she's walked in on you jacking off, it was the lingering stares you gave her tight body whenever she waltzed around the apartment. This aroused her just as equally as it creeped her out.

Your roommate, Hal, had done a fine job at being an upstanding wingman to you... for the most part. He always encouraged you on nights out, that was for sure, but he had broken his promise to not have sex while you were in the room a number of times. Some nights, when they thought you were asleep you could hear Amy slurping on his cock, gagging on the girth. Other nights, she'd attempt to quietly ride him, straddling herself against his muscled abs.

There was a dark side to them, though.A few times, you'd plop on your pillow and smell Amy's nectar. They must have propped the pillow beneath their thrusting thighs and mixed their fluids all over it. You got a hard on huffing her musk, realizing, with horror, that you were also breathing in the stench of your roommate's cum. It drove you crazy to think of them fucking and cumming all over your belongings. This couldn't have been the only thing of yours they tainted. One night, while she was sucking his cock, she begged him, "Cum in John's hair!" Your eyes shot open.

"What? Are you crazy? He'll wake up!" Hal whispered, breathing heavily.

She withdrew his cock from her mouth, "Do you want to cum at all?"

"Yes! Fuck! Please!"

"Then cum in his hair."

They shuffled awkwardly, as Amy led him by his cock over to your bed. Facing away from them, you thought about flipping over and punching him in the cock. But the thought of her spit and his cum dousing your face got you hard. You could feel the weight of your roommate -- he was squatting above you now. You could feel the light slap of his balls against the back of your head. Occasionally, his dick would touch your cheek and you could feel Amy's spittle leave it's mark. His grunts were getting shorter now.

"Do it! Cum for me! Cum all over his fucking hair!"

Amy pressed his dick down, driving the head into the back of your hair. You could feel the ropes of semen splatter against the back of your skull, droplets flying, catching themselves on your cheek. Your roommate steadied himself, spent.

"What the hell was that all about?"

"He needs to be punished for all the creepy stares he gives me. I always catch him looking at my ass. You never noticed?"

"No! John? He'd never. Really?"

"He does. You have to take into account, Hal, he hasn't gotten any in awhile."

"Yeah I've been trying to help him with that. Never seems to get anywhere."

You could feel his cum drying like hair gel, sticking straight up. Amy flashed Hal a wicked smile. "Maybe we could help him."

"What were you thinking?"