“Cum inside me, cum inside my pussy, cum inside me,” I whispered. I don’t even know why I whispered anymore. My roommate had heard us having filthy sex so many times, all over the apartment. Last month I’d handed over double the amount of rent in a stack full of singles. I figured it was the right thing to do, since I sort of had an extra person living there, but the good thing about having a messy roommate is that they don’t get offended by things like . . . remnants of spilled semen, squirt, and sweat all over the couch. Jessie liked Rob—he was a partner to smoke weed with during the day, and she certainly appreciated the Xbox. She told me not to worry about him chipping in, but she still pocketed the money I gave her and didn’t question why it was all in singles.

Regardless. I whispered and begged for Rob to cum inside of my pussy.

“I want your cum inside me, Rob.” I wondered if all the substances in my body and lies in my brain would counteract my birth control. Was this a bad idea? I didn’t even care. I wanted Rob’s cum inside of me, and I didn’t care about the consequences. I could feel his cock throbbing, like a dragon breathing fire inside of a castle, and yes, that castle was my pussy. His thrusts became slower and slower. I was pushed so hard up against the sink, I was eye to eye with my own reflection, who looked so helplessly addicted to Rob’s cock. LeClaire would never act like this. LeClaire would never beg for cum. LeClaire had everyone wrapped around her finger, and didn’t take orders from anyone . . . except Melody. And, I guess, TJ. Especially if he played Guns N’ Roses.

Rob’s eyes rolled into the back of his head. He pressed himself into me, as far as he could go, as he deposited a giant load of semen inside of my pussy. I could feel myself filling up with it, warm inside. He pulled his cock out, and his cum dripped down my leg, onto the bathroom floor. He smiled and said, “Okay, now you’re ready for work.”

He pulled his boxers up and left the bathroom. I cleaned the jizz off my leg and wiped away any remnants of cum that I possibly could with some baby wipes. I looked in the mirror and said goodbye to Naomi. I would see her later. It was time to snap out of this lusty trance and let LeClaire step in and take over.

To go back and see Rob cum on Naomi’s face, turn to page 200.

To continue with Naomi in this fantasy, turn to page 203.