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[*Part I and Part II are over here*]( I advice you to read those first. Enjoy your read.*
When I opened my eyes the next morning, I felt relaxed. Relaxed and ready to start a new day. I got out of bed immediately, I went to take a dump and then I went over in the bathroom. To fix myself up a little bit. When I was done, I headed towards the kitchen. Wearing nothing but my comfy stay at home clothes.
In the kitchen I made myself some breakfast – some bread with jelly on top – and brewed myself a nice cup of burned bean juice. While I was filling up the coffee machine my roommate walked by. She clearly looked like she was up and running for a few hours. Yes, she is more of an early bird than I am. She was dressed up to go out for a run.
No, we were not speaking about the fact that I was eating out her pussy in the previous night. We pretended that this had never had happened. She just told me that a parcel for her would arrive in the next hour or so. She asked me if I was home, and if I could accept it for her. Naturally I said yes. Then she left to run a few kilometers.
I took my food, my coffee and then I headed towards the living room. To enjoy my breakfast while reading some nice book. It is how I usually kick off my Saturdays. I had read a chapter or two when the doorbell rang. I opened up, the delivery guy handed me over a parcel, I put the parcel on the table in the kitchen. Then I texted her that her delivery had arrived. Just because we do it all the time that way in our apartment. She texted me a “Thank you, I will be home soon” back.
Then I went back to read my book. It was a very good book. Great story. Great characters. More than just well written. It really grabbed my attention. It pulled me in. I forgot about everything else. I didn’t even realize when my roommate came back home. She even must have walked by me a few times, but I was elsewhere. I was in the world the author of my book made up for me.
But my roommate interrupted me at a certain point. She wanted my attention. She was jumping up and down in the middle of the room. She clearly wanted to show me something. In that very annoying way, that most men out there love so much. So I diverted my attention from the book towards her. While hoping that it would be over fast.
Okay, her hair looked pretty much the same as it did earlier that day. Some new makeup on her face? Nope. Some new earrings. She wasn’t wearing any at all. Some other new jewelry? Nope, she had no bling bling on her. Maybe a new T-shirt? No, I had seen that one before. So I moved further down: New pants. No she was running around at home in that pair half of the time. Fuck, what was she up too?
Wait. Stop. It hit me pretty damn hard. She was wearing a strap on. The dildo mounted onto it was a little bit smaller then my own rock hard dick. Victory. I got the new thing: “You bought a strap on?”
A enormous smile appeared on her face. I was right. I won that fucking game for the first, maybe second time in my life. But she kept jumping up and down. The dildo was bouncing up and down too. She wanted something else, something more. I decided to just ask her: “You want something else?”
She blushed a little bit. It took her a few moments to answer my question: “I’d love to try out my new toy. You don’t know someone who likes it up the ass?”
It was a set up question. As if she didn’t already knew the answer. Because she asked me the same question a couple of days earlier, and my answer back then was, that I love it, when stuff goes up my ass. But one question popped into my mind: Did she really want to fuck me up the ass?
Some back and forth thinking were going on in my head. Some pros, some cons came up. The battle went on for about 30 long seconds. Then I gave her an answer: “Yes, I know someone who likes it up the ass. And his answer is, why not? But give him some time to prepare himself.”
After I finished speaking, I stood up and went towards the bathroom. It took me about 15 minutes – I spare you the details her – until I was prepared and ready to go. 15 minutes that I spend with a raging hard boner between my legs. In anticipation what would come up next.
When I came back to the living room my roommate was in it, waiting for me. With a enormous smile on her face. Dressed in her stay at home clothes and with a strap on between her legs. She starred at my naked body. She starred at my raging hard boner. Her smile got even bigger. Then she thanked me for letting her trying out her new toy. I said nothing back to her.
I just placed myself on the sofa. Ass up in the sky. She poured some lube over it. Then she drowned the strap on in lube. You never can use too much lube when stuff goes up the ass. Then she slid the dildo inside me. Moans escaped my throat when it went in for the first time.
She went in gentle, slowly, to make me, to make my dirty fuck hole get used to the feel of penetration. Yes, she knew what she was doing. It for sure wasn’t a first time for her. It already felt more than just good.
After a few moments she slowly began to slid the toy in and out of my ass. More moans left my throat. Oh yes, it felt awesome. My meanwhile limp dick – yes, I nearly all the time loose my boner when stuff goes up my ass – was spitting pre cum on the sofa. My eyes began to run in circles.
I begged her to fuck me harder. I begged her to fuck me faster. And I begged her to go all in. She did what I asked her to do. Now it was feeling more than just awesome. I felt tension building up inside me. Some inner heat came up. I slowly but steadily began to drift off elsewhere. I moaned out loud at all times.
It felt better with every thrust she gave me. Every thrust brought me closer to an orgasm. An orgasm from anal only. My dick and balls hadn’t been touched a single fucking time. Neither by me, nor by her.
My body began to tremble. My hands were looking for something to hold on onto. One more fucking thrust. She hit the right spot. My legs began to shake. My balls emptied themselves on the sofa. A enormous orgasm was going off in my body.
She gently pulled out the strap on. I collapsed on the sofa. Not caring about the mess I made at all. I just was laying there for some time. Regaining myself. My roommate took the chance to leave the room. She went in the bathroom to clean the toy. Then she went back to her room. Using the toy on herself, as she later told me.
I went straight to the bathroom when I was myself again. To clean up myself. To get dressed. To check on my phone. A friend of mine sent me a message: “Wanna grab some lunch together?”
I texted back a yes, threw some outside clothes on and left the apartment. I hung out with friends for the rest of my Saturday. No, I didn’t tell them that my roommate had fucked me up the ass in the morning.
When I came back home, the place was already silent. My roommate was home too. She was asleep in her room. I brushed my teeth, then I went to bed too. Into my bed, into my room. I feel asleep really fast. While thinking about the great fuck I had on that Saturday.
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