His Twisted Roommate

Jack made a beeline for the kitchen and yanked the refrigerator open. A ketchup bottle toppled over and he cursed and stood it up before grabbing one of his roommate's craft beers.

He tried to twist off the top and gashed his hand as he discovered it wasn't, in fact, a twist off. "Fuck," he said before yanking the junk drawer open and retrieving a bottle opener. Jack popped the top and watched it tumble to the kitchen floor and bounce a few times on the tile. He kicked it aside, tossed the bottle opener back in the drawer, and licked the few droplets of blood off his hand before heading for the couch.

Jack grabbed the remote, turned on one of those mindless HGTV shows where a handsome guy and a hot girl fix up a house, and put his feet up on the coffee table. He took a long swig of the beer, swallowed, and closed his eyes as the taste - which he hated to admit was pretty damn good - lingered on his tongue.

"Bad night?"

Jack's eyes shot open and he saw his roommate leaning against her bedroom doorframe. She had on a loose, tattered t-shirt and a pair of socks. Her hair was a mess, like she’d just rolled out of bed. Amelia was beautiful, but she almost never made an effort to look good, which was nice since it meant Jack never really felt any sense of attraction towards her.

"You could say that."

"I'd hope so, because I've asked you countless times not to put your feet up on my coffee table and I'm pretty sure that's my fucking beer you're drinking. The beer you say that you hate."

He left his feet on the coffee table and took another long swig of her beer. "The beer doesn’t taste like piss, though it's not much better."

"You know what piss tastes like?" she asked.

He snickered and took another drink.

"So what happened?" Amelia asked. "You went out with such confidence, Jack. Did you strike out? Did some girl tease you a little, get a few drinks out of you, and then leave the bar with a better man?"

"I'm not in the mood for this."

She laughed. "I'll bet you heard that tonight, didn't you? Some girl - multiple girls, maybe - took one look at you and said 'I'm not in the mood for this,' and in her head she probably added, 'You fucking loser,' given that you are a fucking loser."

Jack closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He readied himself to unleash on his bitch of a roommate. Shouting at her, as it turned out, was exactly what he needed.

He opened his eyes and was startled to find Amelia standing right next to the couch. "What the fuck?" he asked.

"I don't get guys like you," she said. "You go out dressed like you just fucking rolled out of bed. You barely run a comb through your hair. Your clothes don't fucking fit right. You didn't bother shaving. Then you have the audacity to get pissed at the women at the bar when they're not interested in you. Are you fucking kidding me? You're practically screaming that you're not going to put in an effort when it comes to fucking a woman, Jack. What sane person would go home with you?"

Jack laughed and lifted the beer bottle to his lips. Amelia slapped it out of his hand before he could take another sip, though. It crashed to the floor and spun around, spilling beer over the hardwood floor.

"What the fuck, Amelia?"

She smiled in a manner he'd never seen a woman smile. It was as if she'd taken a perverse kind of joy in something so petty. It was unsettling.

Then, to his complete surprise, Amelia straddled him and lifted her shirt over her head. She wore a simple sports bra, and yet it made her lean body and small tits look remarkably sexy.

Jack instinctively reached up to grasp her breasts and Amelia grabbed his wrists and pushed forward with enough force that his hands were quickly pinned against the wall behind the couch.

"Ow, Amelia, you're hurting me."

She moved her hips over his crotch as her hair swayed gently. Her movements generated a hint of arousal and it proved potent enough to silence Jack's protests.

Amelia pushed his arms together and kept them pinned to the wall with one hand while the other traveled through Jack's hair and over his cheek before she pushed three fingers into his mouth.

Jack turned his head and Amelia slapped him across the face with such force that his mind receded into a state of shock for a few moments. When he was once again thinking straight, her fingers were back in his mouth.

Amelia penetrated his mouth - fucked it, really - with her fingers for a short spell and then pulled them free and wiped them on his face. She stared at him with that same unsettling smile on her face and then slowly moved her fingers to his neck.

She stared deeply into his eyes while tightening her grip. Her hips moved back and forth, ensuring his cock remained in an aroused state while she choked him. Jack felt his body panicking, and yet the arousal helped keep a full-on panic reaction at bay.

Then it was over. Amelia stood, grabbed her t-shirt, and walked away. Jack watched her step into her bedroom and slam the door. He heard the lock click. His chest heaved as he sucked in air and tried to process what had just happened.

Jack rubbed his face and shook his head. He stood and grabbed the beer bottle from the floor. He dumped it in the kitchen trash and grabbed a roll of paper towels to clean up what had spilled.

It was while on his way back to the living room that Jack heard Amelia moaning. It was unmistakable. He tiptoed towards her door. The moaning got louder.

She was masturbating. She had to have been.

He listened at her door until his roommate climaxed. It was loud. It sounded like a good orgasm, though in that moment Jack was willing to admit that it had been quite some time since he'd heard a girl have an orgasm and he might not have been the world's foremost authority on what a good one sounded like.

Feeling rather confused about everything that had happened since he'd gotten home, Jack cleaned up the spilled beer, wiped the dirt from his shoes off the coffee table, and put himself to bed.

---

Judging by the sweatiness of her brow and the tight-fitting athletic wear that adorned her body, Amelia had just gotten back from a workout when Jack emerged from his bedroom the next morning.

She was busy blending up one of her noxious green smoothies when he stepped into the kitchen. A glass sat on the counter and soon she'd fill it with the awful concoction.

Jack stepped past her and pulled a K-Cup from the drawer. He tossed in his coffee maker and placed a mug beneath it. He was grateful for the noise of the blender as it meant that there was no need for him to speak to Amelia and even consider having to talk about what had unfolded the night before.

She finished blending her nasty concoction, though. Jack remained turned away from her in the hope that she'd go to her room and do whatever she did in there on Sunday mornings.

She didn't, though. Instead, he listened to Amelia sip the smoothie while he faced his coffee maker and refused to turn around.

Eventually his coffee finished brewing. He poured in a little cream and stirred in some sugar. He took a sip.

"Good coffee?" she asked.

"Yes," Jack answered without turning around.

A few seconds of silence passed before she said, "Put the mug down. On the counter. Right now."

Jack's pulse quickened and his loins stirred for reasons he couldn't begin to comprehend. Then he set the mug down.

"Turn around."

He spun around and Amelia wore an intensely serious look on her face.

"Get on your knees. Right now."

Jack's heart beat even harder as he dropped to his knees.

Amelia stepped towards him and a wave of excitement washed over Jack. Then she moved right past him and picked up his mug. She raised it to her lips and immediately spit into it.

"Take a sip. A big sip."

Jack took the mug from her, saw her spit floating in the coffee, and lifted it to his lips. He tilted it back. He took a sip. He didn't taste his spit, though the look of pleasure on Amelia's face made it obvious she enjoyed his willingness to do as she commanded.

She took the mug and put it on the counter behind her. Then she spun around, rested her hands on the counter, and looked over her shoulder. "My ass is incredibly sweaty and I don't feel like showering. I need you to clean it. I need you to lick up all the sweat and filth. Do it right now, Jack."

"What?"

She spun around and slapped him such force that Jack nearly toppled over.

"Don't fucking question me, Jack. Just do as you're told." Amelia turned around and bent over just a little. "Take my leggings down, spread my ass cheeks, and lick up every bit of sweat between them. Make sure you pay special attention to my asshole. You have until I'm finished with my smoothie to clean my ass. If you fail to do as I desire by the time I'm done, you'll be punished."

Jack's heart pounded and his cock stirred as he crawled towards Amelia. He reached up and slipped his fingers under the waistband of her leggings. He lowered them slowly, exposing her tight, milky white ass cheeks.

She sipped her smoothie. She said nothing. She didn't look back at him. Jack stared at her ass and wondered what the punishment would be if he didn't do as she desired.

He decided not to find out. He spread her ass cheeks. He leaned in. He put his tongue to work. The taste was unpleasant. Salty and bitter more than anything. His tongue was unhappy. His body urged him to reject the task. Jack didn't, though. He licked his roommate's asshole and crack and cheeks until she'd finished her smoothie.

When Amelia finished her drink she roughly pushed his head away from her ass. Then she spun around, grabbed his mug, and held it under her pussy as Jack stared.

Hot urine flowed into the cup, filling it almost to the brim. Amelia offered him the coffee.

"Drink it," she said.

Jack took the mug. The acrid smell of piss filled his nose as he brought it closer. Amelia's fingers found their way to her clit and she began to masturbate.

"Drink my piss, Jack," she demanded.

He lifted the mug to his lips. He tilted it back. He took a sip. Amelia masturbated furiously.

"Swallow."

He swallowed and took another sip. A bigger sip. The taste was foul. Piss and coffee were clearly not happy bedfellows.

Amelia leaned over and spit on his face. Then her body shot up, she arched her back, rolled her head towards the ceiling, and came. She came hard. Loudly, too. Jack had never seen a woman climax in that manner.

When she was finished, Amelia pulled her leggings up and smiled at him.

"Stand up."

Jack did so and Amelia immediately lowered his sweatpants and underwear. She spit in her hand and wrapped her fingers around his cock. In just a few strokes she had him hard. In a handful more strokes he felt like he was already on the verge of an orgasm.

"Cum in the coffee," she demanded.

Jack held the cup under his cock. He watched her delicate fingers move up and down his shaft. His dick throbbed. He was moments away from an orgasm.

"Oh, fuck," he said before the pleasure of a climax ripped through his body. His cum spurted into the cup, though a few stray shots landed on the kitchen floor.

Amelia took the cup and said, "Get on your knees and lick your load off the floor. Right now."

Jack hesitated and she raised her hand to slap him. He fell to his knees and licked his load off the floor. The taste was awful. Dirt and cum were a disgusting combination.

"Here. Finish your coffee," she demanded.

Jack sat back on his knees and she handed him the mug. He sipped it while she stood with her hands on her hips and watched every drop go down.

When he was finished, Amelia turned and walked way. Her bedroom door shut soon after and Jack heard the lock click into place. He stood and set the mug on the kitchen counter. He approached her door slowly and quietly. He heard her moaning. She was masturbating again. She'd just cum and she was already on her way to another orgasm.

He listened until she'd cum. Again he felt wildly confused about his feelings regarding the way she was treating him. She was being abusive, and yet he wasn't stopping her. In fact, he was really quite turned on by the whole thing.

With a mixture of coffee, spit, piss, and cum in his stomach, Jack made a beeline for his bathroom to get in the shower and get started with his day.

---

It was the weight on his chest that woke Jack up. He opened his eyes and was greeted with a fuzzy vision of a woman sitting astride his chest. It took a few moments for the sleepiness to clear away and before it did Jack felt three fingers in his mouth. It was pitch black in his bedroom, but he knew it was Amelia on top of him.

"Sorry for waking you, but I need you to do something for me."

Jack gagged on her fingers and Amelia pulled them free and laughed. "What the fuck?" he asked.

"Quiet. I didn't tell you to speak. If I wanted you to speak, I'd invite you to do so, Jack, so keep your fucking mouth shut while I do as I please with you."

Amelia inched her hips forward and Jack realized she was dressed only in a top and panties.

"You're not going to like what I want you to do," she said. "But you're going to do it anyways."

Her face was hard and borderline angry looking. She grabbed a handful of his hair and pulled aggressively, seemingly for no other reason than to hurt him.

"I let my boyfriend fuck my ass tonight," she said. "It was his birthday. I thought I'd give him a treat. He's been begging for it, so I let him have it. It's not my favorite thing to do, but I like him well enough and I think there's a chance he would have gone to another girl to get it, so I gave it to him."

Jack couldn't comprehend why she'd share that information with him, not until she continued.

"He was a little rough, though. It hurt. I don't mind when sex hurts a little, but my ass still feels kind of sore. You're going to make it feel better. You're going to use your tongue to make it feel better. Do you understand?"

He nodded.

Amelia smiled, slapped him across the face for no good reason, and then pulled her hips forward until her ass cheeks were on his face. She reached back, pulled aside her panties, and dropped her asshole right onto his mouth.

"Eat it," she said. "Make out with my asshole. Make it feel good after my boyfriend was rough with it."

Her instructions were insane. No man in his right mind would obey them.

Jack clearly wasn't in his right mind, because he obeyed. He did what she wanted. He tongued her asshole. He licked it. He massaged it. He tried to make her feel better.

"Mmm, that's a good little bitch," she said. "Eating the ass that another man fucked tonight."

Her pussy was right over his forehead. Jack couldn't really see anything, but he could hear Amelia masturbating as he licked her asshole. It turned him on to know she was playing with herself.

Jack tasted something unpleasant. It was salty and bitter. It took him a few seconds to realize that it was cum. It had to be cum. It was her boyfriend's cum.

He struggled to get out from underneath her and Amelia clamped her thighs around his head. She grabbed two handfuls of his hair and pulled hard enough to cause intense pain. Jack ceased his struggle.

"Did I forget to mention that I let him cum in my ass?" she said with a laugh. "I did. That was part of his present. He could fuck my ass bareback. I even begged him to cum in me. You know what made it enjoyable, Jack? The fact that I knew I would come home and feed you his fucking load out my ass. Now eat it all up, you disgusting little bitch."

Jack tried to fight, though even he knew it was half-hearted. There was a part of him that wanted it. He didn't understand that part of him. Not even a little. He surrendered to it, though.

He ate the cum out of her ass. He tongued her hole. He licked up what dripped out of her. It was disgusting and enthralling all at the same time. To his delight, Amelia masturbated to two orgasms while he cleaned the anal creampie.

When she'd finished her second orgasm she stood, pulled the covers back, and swiftly pulled off his underwear. She grabbed Jack's ankles and bent his legs back until he was rolled up like a hedgehog with his dick dangling over his face.

Amelia leaned against his ass, looked down at Jack, and took his cock in her hand. "You're gonna cum on your face," she said.

The handjob that followed was quick and intensely pleasurable. Jack was uncomfortable in the rolled up position, but that discomfort was no match for the pleasure of getting jerked off by his twisted roommate.

He came in less than a minute. He came hard, too, spraying his load all over his face and making a colossal mess. The cum was hot and sticky and it was both humiliating and enthralling to take it on his face at Amelia's behest.

When he'd finished cumming she got out of his bed and walked towards his door, leaving him coated in his load with the taste of semen and ass on his tongue.

"Goodnight, bitch," she said. "We'll play again soon."

She shut the door and left Jack alone in his mess. His heart pounded. His head swam with a mixture of feelings.

He wasn't sure he wanted to play with her again, but Jack knew he'd likely surrender to whatever she desired, whenever she desired it. Apparently, he couldn't resist.