And They Were... Roommates

"No," she whispered.

He smiled.

"Neal," said Fielding. His voice fucked Bee's brain as thoroughly as the voices in the headset had. She clutched the couch for sanity. "Neal. Bee is resisting me. Help her. Make her feel as good as you do."

Bee moaned. With fear for her friend. Grief for him. Desire. Turning her head as Neal looked at her and almost weeping because he was smiling so nicely, flushed so hot. His lips bitten pink. His finger on her thigh, where he'd laid it earlier to try to protect her, now trailed up her leg until it was between them. He was still smiling as he stroked her throbbing pussy through her damp leggings. He even ducked his head like he was shy as he paid close attention to where her clit was. And she knew as he stroked her gently there that he was fucked, he was gone; her friend would never do this to her, to his baby sister's best friend, would never put his thumb against her clit as he leaned over to kiss her mouth --

They kissed forever it felt like. He was a devastating kisser. They pulled apart. Bee could barely breathe.

He whispered, "Come, baby. It feels so good to be his. Do it for me." And he pulled her onto his lap like she was nothing, like she was a toy, a plaything, so that she was straddling his crotch with his come pasting her shirt to his, his cock somehow stiffening into her pussy even though he'd just gotten off, and his glasses --

His glasses were reflecting the TV, somehow, even with her on his lap. Bee obeyed his hands on her hips, grinding against his rigid cock. Sitting upright to push harder down against him. Looking up. Straight into the mirror behind the couch. To see her, hair wild, mouth open, eyes lost. To see Fielding with his cock in his hand jerking it furiously, come beginning to splatter the floor in front of him as he collapsed back against the wall.

To see the colours of the screen, reflected so bright.

"Come, baby," Neal begged as she rode him, fully clothed, into the void. "Join me. Please. Oh, again, I'm --" His cock was jerking against her, dribbling come even though he didn't have enough to spurt. But still, trying to come, trying against his body's ability. And he was panting, "-- yes, again, always," because it was, it was ...

It was so good to give in.

Bee looked into the colours, jerking into Neal's waiting arms as she screamed, "Yes!" and finally, deliriously, came gloriously in his arms -- briefly, at the moment before her mind collapsed, delighted by the concept that he was holding her like a lover. But then it didn't matter. The man below her ceased being important unless He said he was. She gazed adoringly at her master even as she rubbed out the final aftershocks of her orgasm against the unimportant man's softening cock. Knowing that nothing else mattered now, except, thrillingly, to obey.