Rough Boy

Transcript

There was a soft knock at the door. Jay breathed in and went to open it. His heart sank even further, of course.

He almost laughed at the rapidly slimming odds of his managing to pass this. Of course. Of course he would be paired with Janie.

She was wearing that unbearable skirt that stopped just shy of the curve of her arse, and a bra so thin he could see the shadow of her nipples through it. Oh God, he thought. I'm done for.

Hey you, she said with a twinkle in her eye, and stepped into his room. She shut the door behind her and stepped right up to him, so close he could feel her tits and run her hands over his torso. I've been waiting for this, she whispered in his ear, nipping at his earlobe.

I asked for you specifically, and I'm going to have my fun. His cock was instantly rock hard. She unbuttoned his shirt, slowly biting her lip, and unbuckled his belt, letting her hands graze his growing bulge.

He ripped his jeans and briefs off, hungry for her, and she gestured towards his armchair. I think you should sit down. She watched him as he did, and then got down on her knees in front of him.

Fuck, you're so hard, she whispered, taking the base of his cock in her hand. She lowered her face to it, watching him all the time, then wrapped her lips around the head. He felt a hot, wet breath on it before her lips had even touched him, and that alone was enough to make his cock twitch.

Fuck. Her mouth was hot and wet, and she took him deep into her throat, up and down, up and down, and then switched to focusing just on his head, flicking it lightly with her tongue, and smiling mischievously at him. He was in total agony like this, the desire, no, the need, to stand up and force her onto his cock, to pump into her mouth and shoot his cum down her throat was unbearable.

He closed his eyes, breathing heavily, begging his body to hold out just for a few minutes, just a few minutes, and all this would be on his terms. He would make her choke on her pretty little words. He forced his mind away from all the fantasies of the last week, he needed to think of something else, anything other than the image of her lips around him.

Just hold out, just hold out, he thought, furiously, gritting his teeth. She was licking his balls, moaning softly, provocatively. Fuck.

He breathed, slowly, shakily. He lasted like this for at least a couple of minutes, though how, he'd never know. He breathed an internal sigh of relief when she took her mouth off his cock and opened his eyes when he heard a click.

She was taking her bra off, her tits springing free, round and firm. She squeezed them and moaned, looking him straight in the eye. Oh, how he was going to punish her for this.

Then she lowered herself down and moved her tits around his cock, jerking him off with them as she squeezed her nipples and moaned. Her tits were warm, soft, and he closed his eyes again, willing himself not to let himself get any closer to cumming. Tit fucking never gave him enough friction to cum anyway.

If he kept gurgling like this, then maybe he'd get through this test successfully. Her tits slid up and down, up and down, her nipples rubbing on his thighs. Her moaning became more intense as she went on, and he suddenly realised that she must be getting herself off.

But how? Wasn't she using both her hands on her tits? He opened his eyes to look at her.

Yes, she was using both hands on her tits. But her ass was moving. He craned his neck, and yes, he was right.

She was riding a suction dildo while she jerked him off. Oh god, if she'd been blowing him, he would have cummed there and then. He needed to calm down, stop looking at her, stop thinking about her, or he wouldn't be able to manage this fucking hell.

This was the most difficult thing he'd ever had to do. His teeth were gritted painfully hard, his eyes shut tightly. Suddenly a piercing noise made him jump, but as his ears adjusted to the sound, he was overcome with relief.

It was just the alarm. The five minutes were up, and he hadn't cum. He opened his eyes immediately and looked down at Janie who had stopped jerking him off, and was now grinding on the dildo passionately, looking up at him with half-closed eyes, biting her lips irresistibly.

In seconds, the tension of the last few minutes was completely forgotten, replaced by a burning desire. On the bed, now, he commanded. She obeyed immediately, at the tone of his voice, and climbed onto the bed on her hands and knees, her ass up and ready for him at the edge of the bed.

He gave her a spank so hard she squealed, and then rested his fingers gently against her clit. Teasing, she whimpered. You're going to regret all that teasing, he whispered softly, squeezing one of her nipples in his hand.

I'm going to fuck you so hard you'll be sore for the rest of the week, and every time you so much as sit down it will make you think of me. Her breath caught in her throat. He entered her forcefully, pounding into her so hard that her hands slipped and she fell forwards onto the bed with her ass sticking up in the air and her face pressed into the mattress.

Jay had his hands on her hips, pulling her into him as he thrust forwards. Her arse cheeks clapped against his torso as he railed her and his balls swung onto her. She was moaning and whimpering so loudly that they must be able to hear outside, he thought, and he thought made him fuck even harder.

But he wanted to make this last as long as possible, and he had a plan. He stopped fucking her almost as suddenly as he started, opened his bedside drawer and swiftly removed a cock ring and slipped it around the base of his cock. In there, he said, tersely, pointing towards his bathroom, and spanked her again as she walked past him.

He gestured her into the shower, where he took the showerhead down from his mount and sat with it with his back to the wall. Ride me, he instructed. Reverse cowgirl.

Yes sir, she murmured, and lowered herself down slowly onto his cock. Her legs were wide open, her back inches from his torso. Perfect, he thought.

She rode him intensely, her asscheeks pressed against him every time she sat down on his dick, and it made her arms bounce deliciously. He turned on the shower and snaked his arm around her, holding the showerhead inches from her clit and letting the jet of water hit it relentlessly. Oh my god, oh fuck, she exclaimed.

The tone of her voice was different now, more urgent. She wasn't just teasing anymore. You like that, he whispered in her ear.

Yes, yes please, she gasped, still grinding on him. Are you desperate for it? Oh my god, Jay, please, she moaned, her eyes squeezed, tightly shut.

Make me believe you're desperate for it or I'll stop. Fuck me so good, I'm convinced you should be allowed to come. She shuddered and gave a low moan.

She put her hands out against the wall in front of him and started twerking and grinding on his cock, making her ass bounce and shake. He kept the showerhead where it was, inches from her clit, moving it in small, slow circles as her ass slapped against him. He really was convinced by her desperation, by how desperately she was grinding and bouncing, by the tone of her moaning, by the tiny hybrid squeals she let slip when he caressed her tips with his other hand.

When she started to shake he could feel her tightening around his cock. He knew she was close. Should I let you come, Janie, he asked.

She shuddered at the sound of her name. Please, she begged. You're my little slut now, he whispered in her ear.

I own you. I own your tight little pussy. Now, come for me.

Her entire body convulsed and shuddered, a primal noise of pleasure escaping her lips as she came on his cock. The stream of water, the shower hitting her clit until she slumped over, exhausted and empty. He turned the stream off and the only sound in the room now was her panting.

Oh, we're not done, he smiled smugly getting to his feet. On your knees. Now.

She pushed herself up until she was on her knees in front of him. He put his hand on her chin and forced her to look up at him and slapped his cock on her face. Open your mouth, stick your tongue out.

She did as she was told and waited obediently for his cock. He slapped it on her tongue. She could taste his pre-cum.

Good girl, he said, weaving his fingers in her hair. He smirked. Okay, that's enough.

He pushed her head down onto his cock abruptly and held her down until she choked. Hold it. You're okay.

She gagged and he pulled back. Strings of spit hung from her mouth and his cock. She heaved a breath.

Good girl, he said again. He caressed her hair and then pushed her head back down, doing the same things again, holding her down until she was gagging and writhing and then letting her back up. This is for all the times you've teased me over the last week, he breathed and pushed her head back down.

He held her head in his hands and began fucking her mouth, grunting in pleasure. Behind her, he could see himself in the mirror, his abs straining as he pumped in and out of her mouth. She gagged with every thrust, saliva running down her chin.

Her eyes were streaming, her black mascara running down her face. He went quietly and pumped harder, his balls slapping against her slobbery chin. He could see her ass sticking out below him and he reached down to spank it.

Oh my God, he was so close. He pumped harder and she squirmed and strained against him, loving every minute. Oh my God, you little slut.

He exhaled through gritted teeth. He felt a tightening in his balls. He was so close.

She reached out her hand to massage his balls and that tipped him over the edge. He held her head on his cock as he shot thick ropes of cum into her mouth and moaned in pleasure. When he was finished, he let go of her hair, looked down at her, panting through a roguish smile.

You're so fucking good, he said. I'll be making use of you again. She breathed heavily and smiled at him.

Can I clean myself up, she asked, gesturing to the shower. No, he smirked. I want you to have to walk through the dorms looking like the little slut you are.

Yes, sir, she whispered coyly and he stepped into the shower. I'll be seeing you very soon, he smirked. Leave your clothes here.

She sidled out, keeping her eyes down, playing up her submission to him. When he heard the door close, he turned the shower on and let it drip down his body, running his hands through his hair. He was going to enjoy his time here, that was for sure.