Caught Watching Porn [M28/F27] [Roommate] [Masturbation] [Hand Job]

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Back when I was twenty eight years old I shared a place with some twenty seven year old roommate. We two knew each other before we moved in together. No we were not best friends, just friends of friends. And it was through those people we both knew that we landed in the same place. They hooked us up, so to say.

My future roommate was looking for a new person to distribute her flat with because she didn’t get along with her former roommate anymore. They were arguing always. The air just was out. And I was looking for new place to stay because of some similar reasons. I couldn’t stand the sight of my roommates anymore.

So what do you do when you look for a new place, or a new roommate so that you don’t loose your place? You tell your friends that you are looking, you ask them if they know someone, and so on, and so on. In the end a friend of mine gave me her number. Then I send her a message, we set up an appointment and I visited her place, my new home for the first time.

After entering her apartment I was blown away. The place was clean, the place was by far big enough for the two of us and the place had style. We seemed to distribute the same taste in interior design. I fell in love with her flat.

Then it was time for the talk. The can you move in talk. Luckily, we got along well enough to be eager to risk it. So about a month later, I moved into her place. Totally happy to have found something new. And she was happy too to have found someone new without having to search for an eternity.

But some other things happened around the time I moved in with her: I fell in love with someone, she fell in love with someone. We both spent most of our time with our new girlfriends. Yes girlfriends, she is into boys and girls.

We both spent most of our time at our girlfriends places. So the flat, our flat, got neglected. No one really was in there. We briefly were thinking of abandoning it, but luckily, we did not. We both kept it as a back up plan, in case our relationships would fail.

And well, long story short, our relationships failed. Me and my girlfriend decided to split up, because we were nothing but toxic to each other. After the relationship was over I really moved into the place I paid rent for. It took me some time to get the place up and running, yes a lot of cleaning, but well, I was single, I had plenty of time on my hands.

My roommate still was seeing her girlfriend. She was rarely at home, maybe about two, three nights a week. We hadn’t got the most intense contact on Earth, but we got to know each other. We were talking from time to time, and by the looks of it, we really seemed to get along with each other.

One day my roommate had enough of her cheating girlfriend. She dumped her. It was a very messy, emotional demanding breakup. I often had to cheer her up. To listen to her. And to try to force her to do her fair distribute of the cleaning in our place. Yes, we were living together full time now. Seven days a week. And well, cleaning and shared living, it is all the time something to argue about.

Everything got better with time. Her broken heart healed, and she learned how to carry out some trash. We had arranged ourselves and our living situation. We still got along. But well, my dear roommate, she was a very impulsive human being. She sometimes just charged into a room. She caught me a few times naked in the bathroom. She all the time excused herself for doing so, but it took her all the time longer than just a few seconds. She clearly wanted to see a naked man from time to time.

Due the fact that both of us were single, we brought some hookups home with us from time to time. To prevent anyone from running into the other one fucking someone, we set up a few rules: No fucking in the common areas unless the other one was gone for a couple of days. And it worked. Nearly all the time. With one exception. I caught her fucking another girl in the living room once. I excused myself, then I closed the door behind me.

You could say that life went on for the two of us. Each one of us lived his live, and from time to time we hung out with each other. A completely normal shared living experience. Until that one Sunday afternoon. An afternoon that changed everything.

I was hanging out in my room. Still a little bit hungover from Saturday night. I was watching some porn. While being totally naked and uncovered because it was a nice hot summer day. Yes, I was playing with my rock hard dick. And I took my time with it. I edged myself. I squeezed my balls. I was working myself towards an awesome orgasm.

My roommate, she was home too. No problems there, I was jerking off a lot, even with her around. The door to my room was closed. We agreed that you knock on closed doors. It was one of the ground laying rules of our place. But she had an impulsive day.

While I was watching how two beautiful woman were shoving stuff up their asses, while my hand was sliding up and down my dick, while I was moaning out a little bit, she stormed into my room. She probably wanted to tell me something really essential.

The moment she saw what I was doing, she froze. I froze.

She was the first one that was able to move again. And no, she didn’t left my room. She asked me a question: “I am so sorry, have I disturbed you with something?”

While asking she slowly came closer to my bed. I briefly was thinking about covering myself up, but it was to late. She already had seen everything. So she got a snarky answer back: “What does it look like?”

“It looks like you are enjoying watching a movie with two girls having fun in it.”

She got a point there. I clearly was enjoying watching that movie. I was enjoying playing with myself. She, she just came in my room. And she kept on talking: “Why have you stopped moving your hand? Keep on going. Pretend that I am not here.”

I don’t know why I did it. I blame horny for my doing. I just kept on going. I just kept on jerking off. While she was sitting next to me, watching my hand sliding up and down my rock hard dick. Then she offered me some help: “Can I do anything for you, to make it better, more relaxing for you?”

I meanwhile was in a make it or break it mood. So I accepted her offer: “You can squeeze my balls if you like. And it would feel great, when you could play with my dirty hole a little bit.”

A enormous smile appeared on her face: “I’d love too.”

At first she began to squeeze my balls. I told her to squeeze them harder. She did. Then she lubed up one of her fingers with her on saliva. Then one finger went up my ass. Moaning escaped my throat. It felt awesome. I even stopped jerking off my dick to enjoy the sensation of her doing.

But one finger wasn’t enough. I politely asked her if she could slide a second one up my ass and she did. I was in heaven. She was squeezing my balls with one hand while two fingers of her other hand went in and out of my asshole.

I closed my eyes to fully enjoy her doing. I felt something building up inside me. I told her to go on, and on, when all of a sudden, I had an orgasm. My balls emptied themselves onto her hands and onto my bed. A enormous and nasty load. It came great. I was gone for more than just a second.

When I came back, she was still there, looking at me: “Do you want me to continue?”

“No thank you, I had enough. You did an awesome job. You can leave now, if you like.”

“Glad that you enjoyed my doing.”

Then she left the room. With a pleased smile on her face. While I was laying on my bed, with an even bigger smile on my face, while thinking what just had been happening. And yes it felt great, I was hooked.

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