My Roommate Had a Vice I Never Expected

I'm going to tell you about something that happened a couple of years ago, when I was living in a shared apartment near the university. It isn't a fantasy: it really happened, and even today I remember it with a mixture of disbelief and heat.

There were five of us spread throughout that old apartment with its high ceilings: three girls and two guys, counting me. Each of us carried our own story. Some of us were studying, another worked impossible shifts, and although we didn't always cross paths in the dining room, the atmosphere was good. It was the kind of shared living situation where you end up knowing everyone's schedules without meaning to.

One of the girls was named Marina. She was preparing for civil-service exams and, to get by, occasionally did door-to-door sales work. She was friendly, with an easy laugh and generous curves that hadn't especially caught my attention at first. I treated her like any other roommate, with no ulterior motives. She had enormous tits that showed beneath any T-shirt, a round, firm ass that bounced when she walked down the hall, and a thick-lipped mouth that, as I would discover, was a machine.

One Friday night, I was alone with her in the dining room. I had my laptop on my knees, going over notes for a subject I was struggling with. Marina was collapsed in an armchair, hypnotized by her phone, swiping from one video to the next. The television was playing in the background, and after eleven a movie with plenty of sexual content came on.

—Whoa, what a fucking movie! —Marina exclaimed, making me look up at the screen, where a couple were fucking on all fours over the tangled sheets, she moaning like a bitch while he pounded her hard from behind—. And I've gone months without seeing my boyfriend —she laughed.

—Well, they seem to be having a good time —I replied just to say something, setting the laptop aside. The hours were catching up with me.

—You bet. Having them show you this kind of thing when you're horny as hell is the worst —she complained—. What about you? Do you have a girlfriend to give you some joy?

—Not right now. I spend all day buried in my notes and don't have time for anything —I explained.

—Ugh, I don't know if I can sit through this movie. Either you change the channel, or I'm going to touch my pussy —she said, just as the woman on-screen started sucking the guy's cock enthusiastically—. Do you mind if I do?

—No, not at all —I replied, more surprised than anything, not really knowing where to look.

Marina settled into the armchair, angled away from me, lowered her pajama pants a little, and slipped her hand inside her panties. I heard the wet splashing of her fingers beginning to play with her slick pussy. I kept shifting my gaze between the movie and her as she began breathing more deeply, lips parted, biting her lower lip. She was in another armchair, slightly ahead of me, so from where she sat she couldn't see me completely.

—I've seen this movie before, and it really turns me on —she murmured in a breathless voice—. Fuck, I'm already so wet. Aren't you getting in the mood? Don't hold back on my account—we're friends here.

The truth was that between the movie, the thrill of having her beside me fingering herself, and the entire week I'd gone without a minute to myself, I could already feel my cock hard as a rock, pressing against the fabric of my trousers. It hadn't crossed my mind to take it out in front of a roommate, but her invitation was incredibly exciting. I'd never done anything like it.

I brought my hand to my crotch and stroked my dick through the fabric, weighing my options. Was I really going to dare do it there, in the middle of the dining room?

—Look at how she eats it, the filthy slut —Marina said, quickening the pace of her hand inside her panties—. If only I could be her. It's Friday, for fuck's sake. My pussy's turning into soup.

Since she was still in profile and I was sitting a little farther back on the large sofa, I made up my mind. I undid my zipper, pulled out my hard, throbbing cock, and began masturbating it somewhat timidly, without taking my eyes off the scene. The whole situation had my head spinning.

But, as if she'd sensed it, Marina suddenly turned her head and caught me with my hand occupied, my stiff cock showing between my fingers.

—Well, well! —she exclaimed, jerking in the armchair—. Let me see, let me see. —She stood up, her hand still shining with her own fluids, and came closer—. That's one hell of a cock, isn't it? —she said, staring without disguising it and licking her lips.

—You think so? —I replied, caught between flattery and embarrassment.

—I've only ever been with my boyfriend, and his is quite a bit more modest. Yours is a tremendous dick. Fuck, you're so thick —she admitted, sitting beside me without taking her eyes off my cock, which was throbbing in full view, its swollen glans topped by a thick drop of pre-cum—. Listen, I'm faithful; I'd never even think of fucking another man. But… would you let me suck it for a bit, just to see what it's like?

—Wouldn't that mean cheating on your boyfriend? —I asked, more out of surprise than objection.

—To me, cheating means putting a dick in my pussy —she reasoned, with wonderfully convenient logic—. But sucking it… how many things do we put in our mouths over the course of a day? Besides, you know me. I like my food, and I don't like keeping my mouth still —she said, laughing at herself.

—If you want to try, I'm not going to be the one who says no. It'll be a pleasure —I replied, without much resistance.

And that's exactly what happened. Marina knelt on the rug between my legs and, without any more preliminaries, gripped my cock at the base with one hand and took the whole thing into her mouth in a single thrust, all the way down, until the tip touched her throat and I heard her choke for a moment. She pulled my dick out with one long lick, from my balls to the glans, then played her tongue around the crown, drenching it in saliva. I watched her intently, seeing those thick lips close around my cock and slide down to the bottom again and again, accompanied by a wet, obscene sound that broke the silence of the dining room.

—Mmm, you've got a delicious cock —she managed to say, her voice muffled, a thread of saliva hanging from her chin—. It's so fucking good.

She pulled it from her mouth and spat over the glans to lubricate it properly before lowering herself and taking my balls into her mouth one after the other, sucking them delicately while her hand gave me a slow, firm jerk-off. Then she returned to my dick, swallowing it down to her throat with gentle gags that were driving me crazy.

I was so turned on I could have come in her mouth right then, but I wanted to draw it out, to stretch the sensation as long as possible. Even so, there were moments when it was difficult to hold back.

—Slowly —I asked her—. There's no rush.

—It's just that I love this cock, and I've never tried one this thick. You have to understand —she answered before going back at it, spitting over me and rubbing her saliva all over my dick with her hand.

She held the base with one hand and braced the other against my thigh, digging her nails into me almost without realizing it. The faint light from the floor lamp, the one we usually left on at night, cast warm reflections over her skin and the wet shine covering her lips and chin. That image stayed engraved in my memory: Marina on her knees, cheeks hollow as she sucked my cock, looking up at me with shining eyes each time she pulled away to breathe. With her free hand, she'd slipped back inside her pajama pants and was rubbing her pussy in time with the blowjob, moaning around a mouthful of me.

—Ugh, I can't hold it anymore. I'm coming —I warned, feeling my orgasm rise from my balls through my entire cock.

Marina murmured, “Give me all of it,” though I could barely understand her, and kept going without slowing, tightening her lips around my dick and increasing her pace. When I let go, I shot the first jet of thick cum straight to the back of her throat; she didn't stop either—in fact, she moaned like a slut as she swallowed and kept sucking to draw out every last drop. I felt my cock pulsing inside her mouth, unloading again and again, and she swallowed it all without pulling away, eyes half-closed with pleasure.

I usually close my eyes at moments like that, but I made an effort to keep them open so I wouldn't miss the sight: Marina with my dick buried to the root, her Adam's apple rising and falling as she drank my semen as if it were the best thing in the world. I don't regret it; it was one of those images you hold on to.

***

After the first rush had passed, Marina continued for a while longer, slower now, almost playfully, like someone who doesn't want to let go of something she enjoys. I thought she'd leave me alone at any moment, but she kept herself entertained, passing my cock from one side of her mouth to the other as if she were savoring a candy, using her tongue to collect the traces of cum that had escaped at the corners of her mouth.

—My God, what an orgasm you've given me. One of the best I can remember —I told her, breaking the silence.

—I was really missing something like that. And your cum is thick; it tastes really good —she replied with a satisfied smile, licking her lips—. You can tell how badly you needed it.

—And you're amazing at it. You suck cock like nobody else —I confessed.

—Will you let me keep going for a while? My pussy goes crazy with it in my mouth —she asked.

—Whatever you want. I'm so relaxed I don't care —I said.

And then, without quite knowing how, I felt my dick awakening between her lips again, swelling once more and pushing into her mouth.

—I can't believe it. You're getting me hard again —I said, surprised and surrendering, while she smiled without letting go, my cock growing between her tongue and palate.

Marina changed her rhythm, pressing more firmly and using her hand to jerk me off while taking the tip down to her throat. She pulled my cock from her mouth, spat on it, and rubbed it against her cheeks and lips, smearing her face. Then she swallowed it whole again with a guttural growl and sped up. After several minutes of persistence, she succeeded: I was ready again, with that mixture of intense pleasure and slight discomfort that comes from going another round too soon, my hypersensitive cock between lips that gave me no respite.

—You're such a naughty girl. This is what you wanted, you filthy slut —I said in a broken voice.

The second time was slower, less frantic. Her movements were deep and unhurried, swallowing my entire dick until her nose touched my pubic bone, holding it there for several seconds with her throat tight around my glans. At times she seemed determined to push herself to the limit, pulling away, coughing a little, wiping her watering eyes, then sinking down to the bottom again. I writhed on the sofa, unable to keep still, gripping her hair with one hand and gently setting the pace.

—I'm glad you've recovered your strength —she said in a mocking, commanding tone, her hand pumping the base of my cock while her tongue drew circles over my glans—. Have you got one more load for me? I'm still hungry for cum.

—I don't know if I'll be able to again —I admitted, since coming twice in such quick succession wasn't normal for me—. But if you keep going like that, we'll find out.

At one point, she sped up to tease me, sucking eagerly, the wet sounds echoing through the dining room, pulling my cock out and pushing it back in at top speed while her other hand caressed my balls and pressed my perineum with her thumb. The second climax came from farther away, harder to reach, like a wave that forms slowly and then suddenly sweeps everything away. When I let go for the second time, it was with a hoarse moan that surprised even me, unloading another jet of semen into her mouth; this time she pulled away at the last moment, letting the final drops fall over her lips and chin so she could see it all. Then she ran her tongue over the corner of her mouth, gathering every last drop of cum.

—No one had ever made me finish like that, twice in a row —I said, panting.

Marina laughed without releasing my cock, savoring it for a moment before returning to pamper me with her tongue, sucking my extremely sensitive glans.

—You've been a good boy. And you gave me two nice, full servings. Delicious —she said, amused.

And, believe it or not, she kept going for an incredibly long time, her mouth attached to my limp dick, pampering it, until I begged her to stop because I had nothing left to give.

—Mmm, that was great —she said, finally sitting beside me, her lips still glossy and a trace of dried semen on her chin—. See? I love eating cock, and I was really craving it. This stays between us, okay? Our little secret.

I remained sunk into the sofa for several minutes, still unable to believe what had happened with my roommate.

***

The next morning, the others had returned, and nearly all of us had breakfast together at the round table in the dining room as if nothing had happened. The following days passed with an appearance of normality. Marina sometimes smiled at me with a conspiratorial glint, but kept up appearances in front of everyone else.

By the middle of the week, I was wound up, remembering that night again and again, my cock going hard every time I thought about her mouth. One afternoon I gathered my courage and went to her room. I went in without knocking so I wouldn't make noise and alert the others. I found her lying on the bed in summer pajamas—a thin T-shirt with no bra, her nipples showing beneath the fabric, and short shorts clinging to her ass—with a book in her hands. When she saw me, she smiled.

—What can I do for you? Can't you sleep? —she asked, amused.

—I've been thinking about the other day all day —I confessed, laughing at how ridiculous it sounded.

—Oh, really? Let me see —she replied mischievously, sitting on the edge of the bed.

I pulled the waistband of my trousers aside and took out my already half-swollen cock, and she quickly reached out to wrap her fingers around it.

—Oh, sweetheart —she said in an almost maternal tone as she massaged me slowly and felt me hardening in her fist—. Do you go through life with this swollen cock? Doesn't it hurt?

—A little, from having it like this all day —I admitted.

—Do you want me to suck it and relieve you? —she asked, bringing her lips close and blowing on my glans.

—Do you feel like it? —I replied.

—I always feel like this dick. But I want you to ask me. I want to hear you say it —she replied, prolonging the game as she drew a drop of pre-cum out with her thumb and licked it in front of me.

—You're terrible… I want you to suck me, please. Suck my cock —I said, my voice already hoarse.

—Come here, little piggy —she replied, gently pulling me toward her and settling on her side on the bed.

In that position I could admire her better: she was lying on her side, her T-shirt pulled up beneath her enormous tits, while I stood with one knee on the mattress and my cock pointing straight at her mouth. Marina took it slowly this time, savoring it, letting her tongue travel over every inch. Once she had all of it inside, she pressed her nose against my pubic bone and stayed there, swallowing around the glans, her throat tightening around my head. Then she began moving in a long, deep rhythm, pulling it almost out to the tip and sinking it back down to the bottom. I stroked her hair, that curly brown hair, while she ran one hand over my thigh and pulled me toward her, setting the pace. With the other hand she slipped inside her shorts and began masturbating her pussy, and I could hear the wet splashing of her fingers moving in and out.

She pulled my dick out for a moment, panting, and looked at me with glazed eyes.

—Spit in my mouth —she asked, opening it.

I did, and she licked her lips before swallowing my cock whole again, this time more fiercely, moaning around a mouthful of me as she fingered her pussy faster. I took her head in both hands and began fucking her mouth carefully, sliding my dick between her lips, feeling her throat give way each time I pushed deep. Tears sprang into her eyes, drool ran down her chin and fell onto her tits, but she didn't push me away; on the contrary, she growled for more.

When I no longer wanted to risk someone appearing, I gave in and warned her that I was going to come. I saw the look of pleasure on her face when she felt my cock throbbing inside her mouth, how she tightened her lips and sucked hard so not a drop would escape. I came in jets, feeling my semen fill her mouth; she swallowed everything I could give her without stopping her sucking, and a few seconds later, with two fingers buried in her soaked pussy, she came too, moaning around my dick with a shudder that ran through her entire body. Just like that Friday, she didn't stop until I had lost all my strength, sucking my now-soft cock with a strange tenderness.

—Hey, can I ask you something? —she said while I straightened my clothes.

—Of course. What is it?

—Roughly speaking, how many times a week do you masturbate by yourself? —she wanted to know.

—Two or three, depending on the week. Why?

—What would you say to letting me know from now on instead of doing it yourself, and coming to my room so I can suck you off? I get rid of my craving to have a cock in my mouth, you sleep better, and everyone's happy. But keep it secret, so it doesn't leave this room —she proposed with a smile, licking the remnants of my cum from her lower lip.

And that's how it went. We never got around to fucking, because she saved her pussy for her boyfriend back home, but during the months we shared that apartment, what we had happened dozens of times: blowjobs in her bed, on the sofa when no one was around, and once or twice even in a hurry in the kitchen while everyone else slept. A silent pact between two roommates that I still remember, even today, with a smile.