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My super sexy, psycho roommate, Cindee, was back from the gym, standing there, staring wide-eyed at me, her mouth literally hanging open. I stood in front of her, wearing only baby oil and a pair of handcuffs, which locked my cock and balls to the railing of our apartment balcony.
In that moment, i wanted to curl up and disappear. Then i rose to the occasion and tried to think of something cool to say. But i just stared back at her. Neither of us said anything and the only sounds were the cars passing right below me and a chopper overhead.
She turned on her heel and disappeared back down the hallway. I heard dishes crashing in the kitchen sink and cabinets slamming. She stomped down the hall past the balcony again, staring at me as she passed. My mind was a turmoil of conflicting emotions. The one thing i dreaded, getting caught, was the one thing i wanted most. And the one person i wanted most to NOT catch me was the one that i HAD to have subconcsiously engineered into catching me.
I felt body moving by itself, turning my hips away from the railing and the street below and turning toward the glass door that Cindee kept reappearing at. I turned as far as i could, straining against the handcuffs, turning in profile so she could see my oiled, shiny, glistening, delicious hard, gnarly, veiny, throbbing fuck stick and my purple balls, laced with their wine-colored veins. The strain of pulling against the tight handcuffs, forced more blood into my dick, and I felt a heavy dollop of pre-cum squeezing slowly up my tube toward my cock tip. I mean, she's already seen me naked, right? So why hide? Why not show her everything? Why not put my best foot forward and truly own it?
She stomped past the balcony again toward the kitchen. This time she slowed way down and stared directly at my rigid tool. I could feel the heavy dollop of juice squeeze out the tip and i looked down to watch it emerge into the sunlight. It was a large drop of clear juice and inside swam swirls of thicker, milkier juice. It looked like a swirly glass marble. I looked back up at Cindee. She had stopped in her tracks and was watching, too.
The big drop of pre-cum spilled out the end and gravity dragged it down in slow motion, stretching it into a long string with the milky clear pearl dangling from the end. Cindee stared. Her beautiful, black, doe eyes never blinked. She smirked and her mouth opened slightly. But instead of the usual verbal abuse or manic screaming, her tongue emerged silently and she slowly licked her luscious, pouty lips.
A car horn blared right below me and i jerked in a panic. The string of cum snapped and the droplet splashed over the side and down onto the sidewalk. I looked at the cars coming to a stop right below our balcony, scanning them as they stopped at the red light, looking to see if i had been noticed. I couldn't tell which car had honked.
I heard a sliding door slam somewhere, so i scanned all the balconies on both sides of the street. Again, i couldn't tell where the noise came from. There was just too much movement around me. The railing hid nothing of my naked body. My cock stuck out into the air above the traffic. Gnarly pink and purple in the bright light. The afternoon sun had shifted, painting all the windows across the street orange and gold and smoggy tan and making every window a mirror. There could be hundreds of people watching my cock leak precum and would never see them. Unless they wanted me to.
I looked quickly back at Cindee, but she was gone. I heard her in the kitchen, crashing dishes in the sink again. Then the sound of clinking glass.
She opened the kitchen window, and shouted to me on the balcony.
"Hey, fuckface!" Anyone on any of the balconies or even down on the sidewalk could have heard her, even above the roar of traffic as the light turned green and the cars drove away.
"Fuck face!"
"Yes?"
"Why did you handcuff your cock to the railing?" She shouted this for everyone to hear.
I didn't know what to say. I knew why, but how should i phrase it? Still thinking of something cool to say.
"Because it's there?"
Cindee shouted, "Because you're a fucking psycho-perv, jerk-off ..." She was interrupted by the phone ringing.
She screamed into the phone. "What!"
I could only hear her side of the ... conversation ... if you could call it that.
"Almost nothing, you candy-ass wanker jerk-off faggot! My fucking tits are like fucking beach balls fucking bouncing around for everyone in Hollywood to see and my fucking coochee is so wet i fucking splashed a trail of it across the fucking parking lot at the fucking gym! Like five guys pointed out the puddles i fucking left on all of the fucking seats! One fucking hairy, twisted perv fucking licked up one of my puddles in front of me!"
There was a long silence after that. I heard myself start to breathe again as i imagined what that must have been like to watch. But i couldn't figure out what any of it meant. Was she mad about it? Why was it her boyfriend's fault?
Ironically, i felt like i was intruding on her privacy, despite my extreme vulnerability. Her anger and her vulgarity and just the sheer passion of her voice were overwhelming me. And through it all, my goddamned hard-on would not fade.
I tried to pull free of the handcuffs. But my cock stood stiff and proud, swollen and hard, crushing my balls against the chrome steel. Only an orgasm would quench my fuck-stick.
The crash of a dish shattering in the kitchen. The thwop-thwop-thwop of that helicopter making a turn overhead. The whoosh of traffic and the hot wind off the Pacific, shaking the palm fronds against the stucco walls.
Suddenly, she was standing outside on the balcony right behind me.
Cindee. I could feel her presence before i turned around to look at her. Subconcsiously, i tightened my abs and lats as i turned. My cock strained to its fullest length through the chrome cuff, maxing out its length and girth. The strawberry-shaped head swolen as full as it could be, begging for attention despite my extreme embarrassment.
Her black eyes burned into mine. Her black hair tossed in the hot wind. My eyes trailed down her body. Her heavy, full breasts strained against the threadbare, ripped tanktop she had worn to the gym. The fresh hole gaped between her breasts, showing the undersides, and the remaining fabric barely covered anything. And what it did cover, was so flimsy, it was almost like a mesh. Each breath she took jiggled them slightly, obscenely.
Her boyfriend's white boxers were cut for a man's frame and couldn't fit over her exaggerated feminine curves. The fly on the boxers, perpetually opening on its own, didn't let me down this time. I stared through the opening at the tiny patch of perfectly trimmed black pussy hair that pointed the way to her clit. And she wasn't k**ding about her pussy spilling juice across the parking lot. Her thighs and calves were glazed in her fuck juice. It dribbled in streams, uncontrollably, down her smooth, tanned legs. It spattered little patterns on the hot concrete.
It didn't make sense to pretend not to stare this time, right? I mean, given these ridiculous, extreme circumstances. I stared. And i licked my lips and i stared some more. And she watched me the whole time.
Her eyes travelled down my body, too, drinking me in as if she had never met me before. As if we hadn't been ruining each others lives for months. As if we'd never heard each other through the walls all this time, fucking other people but never each other.
When she looked up at me, she caught me staring at her coochie. She called her pussy her coochie, i remembered from our fight earlier. I'd never heard it called that before. But i stared through the opening in her boxers at that meticulously groomed triangle of silky black pussy hair. And she watched me stare. And she shifted her weight from one leg to the other, rocking her hips slowly. She put her hands on her hips and pursed her lips. And her nipples hardened, poking against the sheer material. And she frowned, in an effort to hide her grin.
And my cock pulsated. And i looked up into her eyes as i twisted my hips around to point it directly at her. The sunlight threw the heavy, thick veins into sharp relief, highlighting them as they twisted around the shaft. Another heavy drop of pre-cum pulsated up my shaft, emerging from the tip, shining in the sunlight. It spilled slowly out the end and dangled from the tip, just inches from her silky, black haired triangle.
We both stared at it, shining, jiggling in the blazing sunlight.
"Fucking disgusting!" She shouted it in my face.
I simply could not read her.
"Come inside," she pointed at the door, "before you get us both arrested." She smirked and her eyes taunted me.
"I can't," i replied softly.
She leaned down and spoke directly to my pulsing erection, as if it were it's own entity. Bending at the hips, she exposed an amazing expanse of cleavage. She lowered her lips to within an inch of my dripping cockhead.
"You can jerk off inside," she pouted, pursing her lips into a kiss one inch away from my drooling cum hole.
"I really can't."
"You can jerk off in my room, if you want," she looked up into my eyes. "I know you do that anyway. I've seen the evidence."
"I..." I began.
"I'll watch," she said softly.
She'll watch? I really could not read her. Demure Iowa girl, my ass.
"I don't have the key."
She stood up straight and my cock pointed right at her bellybutton. The corners of her mouth curled as her full lips twisted into a smirk. Her expression softened and her lips parted and she smiled at me. Her teeth were pure white and perfect. She had a smile made for television.
"Stupid boy." She reached out and brushed my hair back over my ear. Her fingertips left tingling electric trails across my cheek.
A female voice called out loudly from across the street. "Cindee!"
We both started. I tried to keep my hard cock pointed toward Cindee and as far away from the railing as i could, but it didn't really hide anything.
It was Tatiana, a girldfriend of Cindee's who lived across the street. She had a blonde bob and a sassy lip and she could see all of me exposed. Every inch.
"Tatiana!" Cindee waved, jumping up and down. Her full tits bounced up and down beneath the sheer, torn fabric, right in front of my face. Her silky thighs brushed against both sides of my cock, just once, before she stepped past me to lean out over the railing toward Tatiana.
Tatiana shouted, "Is that your roommate?"
"Yeah, that's him," Cindee shouted back. "He's just right out there in the open where you and God and everyone under the sun can see him!"
"He handcuffed his fucking cock to the railing!"
"He is such a freak! I dont know! I came home and he's just all out there with his dick hanging out!"
"It's kinda big!"
"I know," Cindee shouted back gleefully. "I'm standing right next to it, bitch!"
So bizarre. I'm on fucking display and totally helpless. And my cock will not calm down. It's harder than ever as these two super sexy women talk about it like some kind of ... something ... I don't know, meat?
"Did you suck it?" Tatiana shouted.
"What!? Gross!"
"You did, didn't you!"
"No!"
"Youre such a slut!"
"Fuck you! You're a slut!"
"Then you're a prude!"
"I'm a prude? For not sucking every hard cock I see?"
She lowered her voice and purred softly, speaking directly to my erection again.
"Every big, hard, veiny, gnarly, pulsing, dripping, fucking cock i just happen to find pointing at me..."
I was silent. But my dick twitched in response. I turned my hips, just a little, and swung my cock toward her lips. I couldn't turn anymore. The handcuffs wouldn't let me. And Cindee knew it, too. But she opened her mouth wide and stuck out her tongue anyway. If i could have, i would have fucked her face, driving my fuckstick right between those pillow-soft lips, shove it along that long, wet tongue, and deep down into her throat. But i couldn't and she was going to tease me and torture me with that by holding that sweet, wide open mouth just and inch or two away from my throbbing cockhead.
I had been so hard for so long with so much adrenaline pumping through my body that my cock now began to literally pour precum up the length of my cock.
Another heavy drop poured out the end and dangled from the tip. I forced my hips again, the handcuffs bruising my pubic bone, and I swung my hard cock toward Cindee's smirking, wide open mouth.
My cock couldn't quite reach but the string of precum did. It lashed out across her cheek, leaving a wet, silvery scribble stretching from her ear down to the corner of her mouth. The string of cum dangled from the corner of her mouth back across space to the tip of my pulsing cock.
She smiled a wicked smile and her luscious lips closed and then her pink tongue emerged, tracing along her lower lip, licking my lube along her lip until her tongue reached the corner of her mouth and the delicate string of precum connecting us together.
She turned her head and pursed her lips and made a loud slurping sound as she sucked up my juice, pulling that silvery strand of precum into her mouth, closing the distance between her lips and my aching cock. She slurped hard, never touching me, until the string broke and she sucked up the last drip up between her lips. She she smiled up at me and ran her tongue along her pearly white teeth, savoring my taste.
"Slut!" Tatiana shouted.
Part 3 cumming soon.
Part 1 is here:
http://xhamster.com/stories/porn-gorgeous-psycho-bitch-roommate-from-hell-par-723822
My super sexy, psycho roommate, Cindee, was back from the gym, standing there, staring wide-eyed at me, her mouth literally hanging open. I stood in front of her, wearing only baby oil and a pair of handcuffs, which locked my cock and balls to the railing of our apartment balcony.
In that moment, i wanted to curl up and disappear. Then i rose to the occasion and tried to think of something cool to say. But i just stared back at her. Neither of us said anything and the only sounds were the cars passing right below me and a chopper overhead.
She turned on her heel and disappeared back down the hallway. I heard dishes crashing in the kitchen sink and cabinets slamming. She stomped down the hall past the balcony again, staring at me as she passed. My mind was a turmoil of conflicting emotions. The one thing i dreaded, getting caught, was the one thing i wanted most. And the one person i wanted most to NOT catch me was the one that i HAD to have subconcsiously engineered into catching me.
I felt body moving by itself, turning my hips away from the railing and the street below and turning toward the glass door that Cindee kept reappearing at. I turned as far as i could, straining against the handcuffs, turning in profile so she could see my oiled, shiny, glistening, delicious hard, gnarly, veiny, throbbing fuck stick and my purple balls, laced with their wine-colored veins. The strain of pulling against the tight handcuffs, forced more blood into my dick, and I felt a heavy dollop of pre-cum squeezing slowly up my tube toward my cock tip. I mean, she's already seen me naked, right? So why hide? Why not show her everything? Why not put my best foot forward and truly own it?
She stomped past the balcony again toward the kitchen. This time she slowed way down and stared directly at my rigid tool. I could feel the heavy dollop of juice squeeze out the tip and i looked down to watch it emerge into the sunlight. It was a large drop of clear juice and inside swam swirls of thicker, milkier juice. It looked like a swirly glass marble. I looked back up at Cindee. She had stopped in her tracks and was watching, too.
The big drop of pre-cum spilled out the end and gravity dragged it down in slow motion, stretching it into a long string with the milky clear pearl dangling from the end. Cindee stared. Her beautiful, black, doe eyes never blinked. She smirked and her mouth opened slightly. But instead of the usual verbal abuse or manic screaming, her tongue emerged silently and she slowly licked her luscious, pouty lips.
A car horn blared right below me and i jerked in a panic. The string of cum snapped and the droplet splashed over the side and down onto the sidewalk. I looked at the cars coming to a stop right below our balcony, scanning them as they stopped at the red light, looking to see if i had been noticed. I couldn't tell which car had honked.
I heard a sliding door slam somewhere, so i scanned all the balconies on both sides of the street. Again, i couldn't tell where the noise came from. There was just too much movement around me. The railing hid nothing of my naked body. My cock stuck out into the air above the traffic. Gnarly pink and purple in the bright light. The afternoon sun had shifted, painting all the windows across the street orange and gold and smoggy tan and making every window a mirror. There could be hundreds of people watching my cock leak precum and would never see them. Unless they wanted me to.
I looked quickly back at Cindee, but she was gone. I heard her in the kitchen, crashing dishes in the sink again. Then the sound of clinking glass.
She opened the kitchen window, and shouted to me on the balcony.
"Hey, fuckface!" Anyone on any of the balconies or even down on the sidewalk could have heard her, even above the roar of traffic as the light turned green and the cars drove away.
"Fuck face!"
"Yes?"
"Why did you handcuff your cock to the railing?" She shouted this for everyone to hear.
I didn't know what to say. I knew why, but how should i phrase it? Still thinking of something cool to say.
"Because it's there?"
Cindee shouted, "Because you're a fucking psycho-perv, jerk-off ..." She was interrupted by the phone ringing.
She screamed into the phone. "What!"
I could only hear her side of the ... conversation ... if you could call it that.
"Almost nothing, you candy-ass wanker jerk-off faggot! My fucking tits are like fucking beach balls fucking bouncing around for everyone in Hollywood to see and my fucking coochee is so wet i fucking splashed a trail of it across the fucking parking lot at the fucking gym! Like five guys pointed out the puddles i fucking left on all of the fucking seats! One fucking hairy, twisted perv fucking licked up one of my puddles in front of me!"
There was a long silence after that. I heard myself start to breathe again as i imagined what that must have been like to watch. But i couldn't figure out what any of it meant. Was she mad about it? Why was it her boyfriend's fault?
Ironically, i felt like i was intruding on her privacy, despite my extreme vulnerability. Her anger and her vulgarity and just the sheer passion of her voice were overwhelming me. And through it all, my goddamned hard-on would not fade.
I tried to pull free of the handcuffs. But my cock stood stiff and proud, swollen and hard, crushing my balls against the chrome steel. Only an orgasm would quench my fuck-stick.
The crash of a dish shattering in the kitchen. The thwop-thwop-thwop of that helicopter making a turn overhead. The whoosh of traffic and the hot wind off the Pacific, shaking the palm fronds against the stucco walls.
Suddenly, she was standing outside on the balcony right behind me.
Cindee. I could feel her presence before i turned around to look at her. Subconcsiously, i tightened my abs and lats as i turned. My cock strained to its fullest length through the chrome cuff, maxing out its length and girth. The strawberry-shaped head swolen as full as it could be, begging for attention despite my extreme embarrassment.
Her black eyes burned into mine. Her black hair tossed in the hot wind. My eyes trailed down her body. Her heavy, full breasts strained against the threadbare, ripped tanktop she had worn to the gym. The fresh hole gaped between her breasts, showing the undersides, and the remaining fabric barely covered anything. And what it did cover, was so flimsy, it was almost like a mesh. Each breath she took jiggled them slightly, obscenely.
Her boyfriend's white boxers were cut for a man's frame and couldn't fit over her exaggerated feminine curves. The fly on the boxers, perpetually opening on its own, didn't let me down this time. I stared through the opening at the tiny patch of perfectly trimmed black pussy hair that pointed the way to her clit. And she wasn't k**ding about her pussy spilling juice across the parking lot. Her thighs and calves were glazed in her fuck juice. It dribbled in streams, uncontrollably, down her smooth, tanned legs. It spattered little patterns on the hot concrete.
It didn't make sense to pretend not to stare this time, right? I mean, given these ridiculous, extreme circumstances. I stared. And i licked my lips and i stared some more. And she watched me the whole time.
Her eyes travelled down my body, too, drinking me in as if she had never met me before. As if we hadn't been ruining each others lives for months. As if we'd never heard each other through the walls all this time, fucking other people but never each other.
When she looked up at me, she caught me staring at her coochie. She called her pussy her coochie, i remembered from our fight earlier. I'd never heard it called that before. But i stared through the opening in her boxers at that meticulously groomed triangle of silky black pussy hair. And she watched me stare. And she shifted her weight from one leg to the other, rocking her hips slowly. She put her hands on her hips and pursed her lips. And her nipples hardened, poking against the sheer material. And she frowned, in an effort to hide her grin.
And my cock pulsated. And i looked up into her eyes as i twisted my hips around to point it directly at her. The sunlight threw the heavy, thick veins into sharp relief, highlighting them as they twisted around the shaft. Another heavy drop of pre-cum pulsated up my shaft, emerging from the tip, shining in the sunlight. It spilled slowly out the end and dangled from the tip, just inches from her silky, black haired triangle.
We both stared at it, shining, jiggling in the blazing sunlight.
"Fucking disgusting!" She shouted it in my face.
I simply could not read her.
"Come inside," she pointed at the door, "before you get us both arrested." She smirked and her eyes taunted me.
"I can't," i replied softly.
She leaned down and spoke directly to my pulsing erection, as if it were it's own entity. Bending at the hips, she exposed an amazing expanse of cleavage. She lowered her lips to within an inch of my dripping cockhead.
"You can jerk off inside," she pouted, pursing her lips into a kiss one inch away from my drooling cum hole.
"I really can't."
"You can jerk off in my room, if you want," she looked up into my eyes. "I know you do that anyway. I've seen the evidence."
"I..." I began.
"I'll watch," she said softly.
She'll watch? I really could not read her. Demure Iowa girl, my ass.
"I don't have the key."
She stood up straight and my cock pointed right at her bellybutton. The corners of her mouth curled as her full lips twisted into a smirk. Her expression softened and her lips parted and she smiled at me. Her teeth were pure white and perfect. She had a smile made for television.
"Stupid boy." She reached out and brushed my hair back over my ear. Her fingertips left tingling electric trails across my cheek.
A female voice called out loudly from across the street. "Cindee!"
We both started. I tried to keep my hard cock pointed toward Cindee and as far away from the railing as i could, but it didn't really hide anything.
It was Tatiana, a girldfriend of Cindee's who lived across the street. She had a blonde bob and a sassy lip and she could see all of me exposed. Every inch.
"Tatiana!" Cindee waved, jumping up and down. Her full tits bounced up and down beneath the sheer, torn fabric, right in front of my face. Her silky thighs brushed against both sides of my cock, just once, before she stepped past me to lean out over the railing toward Tatiana.
Tatiana shouted, "Is that your roommate?"
"Yeah, that's him," Cindee shouted back. "He's just right out there in the open where you and God and everyone under the sun can see him!"
"He handcuffed his fucking cock to the railing!"
"He is such a freak! I dont know! I came home and he's just all out there with his dick hanging out!"
"It's kinda big!"
"I know," Cindee shouted back gleefully. "I'm standing right next to it, bitch!"
So bizarre. I'm on fucking display and totally helpless. And my cock will not calm down. It's harder than ever as these two super sexy women talk about it like some kind of ... something ... I don't know, meat?
"Did you suck it?" Tatiana shouted.
"What!? Gross!"
"You did, didn't you!"
"No!"
"Youre such a slut!"
"Fuck you! You're a slut!"
"Then you're a prude!"
"I'm a prude? For not sucking every hard cock I see?"
She lowered her voice and purred softly, speaking directly to my erection again.
"Every big, hard, veiny, gnarly, pulsing, dripping, fucking cock i just happen to find pointing at me..."
I was silent. But my dick twitched in response. I turned my hips, just a little, and swung my cock toward her lips. I couldn't turn anymore. The handcuffs wouldn't let me. And Cindee knew it, too. But she opened her mouth wide and stuck out her tongue anyway. If i could have, i would have fucked her face, driving my fuckstick right between those pillow-soft lips, shove it along that long, wet tongue, and deep down into her throat. But i couldn't and she was going to tease me and torture me with that by holding that sweet, wide open mouth just and inch or two away from my throbbing cockhead.
I had been so hard for so long with so much adrenaline pumping through my body that my cock now began to literally pour precum up the length of my cock.
Another heavy drop poured out the end and dangled from the tip. I forced my hips again, the handcuffs bruising my pubic bone, and I swung my hard cock toward Cindee's smirking, wide open mouth.
My cock couldn't quite reach but the string of precum did. It lashed out across her cheek, leaving a wet, silvery scribble stretching from her ear down to the corner of her mouth. The string of cum dangled from the corner of her mouth back across space to the tip of my pulsing cock.
She smiled a wicked smile and her luscious lips closed and then her pink tongue emerged, tracing along her lower lip, licking my lube along her lip until her tongue reached the corner of her mouth and the delicate string of precum connecting us together.
She turned her head and pursed her lips and made a loud slurping sound as she sucked up my juice, pulling that silvery strand of precum into her mouth, closing the distance between her lips and my aching cock. She slurped hard, never touching me, until the string broke and she sucked up the last drip up between her lips. She she smiled up at me and ran her tongue along her pearly white teeth, savoring my taste.
"Slut!" Tatiana shouted.
Part 3 cumming soon.
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