Roommate Relations Ch. 07

"Don't worry, baby," came Jess's reply. "It's special tape. I bought it at the same store I bought the blindfold." Kyle was amazed; it seemed Jess had been thinking of this for a while. And she had. With a few deft motions, Jess wound the tape around his hand, taping him to the desk chair. Then she did his other hand. His feet got bound too—his ankles were taped together, and then his feet were taped to the star-shaped chair base.

Kyle's heart was racing, and his palms were slick with sweat. "Wow, you're being thorough, baby," he said, nervously.

Jess touched a finger to his lips and shushed him. "Don't worry, Kyle," she said. "It'll be worth it." Her finger trailed down across his chest, over his stomach. She had to admit, his efforts to get into shape had paid off a bit. He still was carrying a few extra pounds, but he didn't look bad. Still, compared to Ian, he still seemed like a pudgy, pale mess of a man. She let her finger travel further south. When she was mere inches away from his stiff penis, she stopped.

"Do you remember that night where we heard Ian fucking some slut, and I finger-fucked myself in front of you?" she asked.

It took Kyle a moment to answer. "I guess. Why?"

"Remember how quickly you came that night? We were going to fuck. I was going to let you in my sweet little pussy and you came too fast. Remember?"

Kyle's face flushed with embarrassment. He'd almost forgotten about that evening; at the time, it didn't seem so bad, but now, with her right here, confronting him about it, it was mortifying. "I remember. Why?" he asked again.

"Well, it seems like your little prick is soooo stiff and excited, you might pop off before you can squeeze into my tight little ass," Jess said, her voice sickly sweet as she taunted him. Kyle had no reply; he'd never heard his girlfriend talking like this. And, truth be told, he'd worried about that as well. Even now, he was scared that if she touched him he'd lose control and cum. "You know, I think maybe I should suck you off first. You think you could get hard again if you came in my mouth? You've never been able to do that before, but could you manage it tonight?"

Kyle swallowed. Her teasing was becoming unbearable. His heart was pounding; his hands were cold and clammy with sweat. The things she was saying were so unabashedly sexual, so unlike the woman he thought he knew. And more than that, she seemed to be mocking him, challenging him. Kyle was getting increasingly anxious about what she had in mind.

Stammering, he answered her. "Y... yes, I think so. I'll... I'll try."

"Hmm... not good enough," she replied, and then she flicked the head of his cock with one finger. Kyle yelped at the sudden and unanticipated pain.

"Fuck," he said. "That hurt, baby."

"Awwww, did your tiny little dick not like that?"

This time Kyle did notice. "What do you mean tiny? What the hell is going on, Jess?" he asked. He started to struggle against his bonds, but to no avail; all he managed was making the chair roll around a bit on its casters. "Let me up!" he insisted, as his struggles intensified.

Jess just barely stopped herself from laughing at his impotent efforts. She ignored his demand and went on. "You know it is tiny, don't you, Kyle?" she asked. "I mean, you have to know. I know you watch porn; don't you compare yourself to those guys?" This was cruelty, pure and simple; Kyle was average, which wasn't really anything to be ashamed of. But compared to Ian, he was small, and Jess wanted him to hurt.

"Why are you talking like this?" Kyle said, still struggling, squirming helplessly in the chair. He kept raising one shoulder and tilting his head down, trying to get the blindfold off. He strained against the tape that kept him secured to the chair. Neither effort led to any achievement.

"It's just the truth, baby," she said, drawing out the pet name sarcastically. "And you want to know another truth?" She straddled him, facing toward him, and sat down in his lap. His cock grazed her flat, toned stomach, and she grabbed his head and pulled it toward her chest, smothering any answer he might have gave with her breasts. She held him close, and she whispered, "I'm going to fuck Ian tonight."

Kyle froze. He felt dizzy, nauseous; his body broke out into a cold sweat. He wanted to cry, to scream, to throw up, all at once. For a moment, he thought he'd pass out; then he felt a sharp and sudden pain as if he'd been run through, a cold and icy sensation like having a spear of cold metal rammed through his guts.

"Wh... what?" he managed to squeak out.

Jess slipped off his lap and leaned over beside him. She put her lips close to his ear and murmured, "I'm going to fuck Ian."

"No," Kyle whispered.

"Oh, yes. He should be here any second. Don't worry, we'll take the blindfold off so you can watch." That brought out another bout of fruitless struggling from Kyle; he strained in place, and while he'd been working out he didn't have anything near the strength it would take to just burst his bonds. So he went nowhere, groaning with effort, until his will gave out and he slumped in his seat.

And this time, Jess did laugh.

A few seconds later, there was a knock on the door. Jess cooed in excitement. "Ooh, I bet that's Ian. This is going to be so exciting." She opened the door, not caring about who might be outside; if she wound up giving some stranger an eyeful, so be it. But it wasn't a stranger; it was, as she predicted, Ian. He was wearing a pale blue button-down dress shirt and a pair of loose grey slacks. His green eyes were bright and lively, just as they had been the afternoon he and Jess first met.

She greeted Ian with a low moan and a passionate kiss. Jess threw her arms around him and let him do the same to her, and as his arms closed around her waist she felt like she was home. The only thing that spoiled the moment was Kyle. Ian's entrance brought about a renewed bout of struggling—ultimately futile struggling, but it was still a distraction.

"What did you tell him?" Ian asked, loud enough for Kyle to hear.

"I told him you were going to fuck me," Jess replied. "But I didn't tell him everything."

"What do you mean?" Kyle asked, weakly.

Jess wormed her way out from Ian's arms and approached her bound boyfriend once more. "Ian's been fucking me for months," she said. "In more ways than you can imagine. Do you remember how I told you I was going to give you my ass? Ian took it, a long time ago." She pulled off Kyle's blindfold, and he blinked and squinted as his eyes adjusted to the relatively bright lights of the room.

What he saw, when his eyes focused again and the light ceased to be painful, made him feel like throwing up. Jess was wearing almost nothing; she'd put on a dark blue lace bra and matching panties, together with fishnet thigh-highs held up by a garter belt. She'd kept her heels on, and her jewelry. She smiled at him, and turned slowly, then tucked her thumbs underneath her panties and tugged them down a few inches. It wasn't much, but it was enough to show that she'd added one extra adornment—a jeweled butt plug, the blue gem on the end glinting as her ass swayed from side to side. Then she pulled her panties back up, and turned to face Kyle once again.

Ian came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist. They both looked at the red-faced Kyle, watching with matching cruel smiles as he struggled more in his bonds. "You fuckers need to let me up!" he yelled, shifting and squirming in his chair, making it roll across the carpet.

"I think he's talking too much, little lady," Ian said.

"Want me to shut him up?" Jess replied. Ian didn't say anything; he just slipped his thumbs underneath the sides of Jess's panties, and she got the message. It helped that they'd done a bit of planning, and gagging Kyle had always been part of the plan.

Jess stepped forward and, with a quick tug, her panties fell to the floor. She bent at the waist to pick them up; Ian, behind her, stared hungrily at her ass. "Fuck, your girl has a nice ass," he said, taunting Kyle. Kyle, meanwhile, had his eyes fixed on Jess as she picked up her lacy panties, balled them up, and in one quick lunge shoved them into Kyle's mouth. He tried to spit them out, but she kept her hand over her mouth, and his best efforts to twist and get away proved no more effective than anything he'd managed thus far. Ian was quick to assist, as well, grabbing the roll of tape from where Jess had left it on Kyle's desk. A length of tape over Kyle's lips meant he couldn't get rid of the improvised gag, and his cries of protest became muffled groans. When this was done, Ian and Jess stepped back to admire their work and Kyle slumped forward, defeated.

It was time to put on a show. Jess stepped away from Kyle, and Ian slipped around in front of her and dropped to one knee. She lifted one leg, draping her knee over his shoulder, presenting her wet slit to him, and without saying a word her dove in. "Fuck," she said, "See what he's doing, Kyle? He's so good at this. He's such a good fuck." Her hands went to his head, pulling him closer, as her hips started to roll and buck. Ian moved with her, eating her with obvious hunger.

Kyle couldn't look away, even though he wanted to. He saw how Jess's body moved as pleasure spread over her—her breathing grew deeper, making her full and firm breasts rise and fall hypnotically. Her eyes were half-closed; she looked back at Kyle, a hint of a smile playing on her lips as he watched his girlfriend—his ex-girlfriend, now—get pleasured by another man. A superior man.

Ian didn't spend any time on foreplay, and none was needed. Jess was wet before his tongue snaked out past his lips to touch hers; he was savoring her taste within moments. The dark and depraved plans they'd laid for Kyle and for themselves were coming to fruition tonight, and that was enough to make both Ian and Jess excited. So Ian felt no shame—not that he'd ever felt shame for his actions before—in lapping at her dripping cunny like a thirsty animal, dredging his tongue into her slit, twirling and swirling it around her pearl, fervently gorging himself on her and her honey.

When she grabbed his short dark hair and pulled him closer, he accepted it—more than that, he welcomed the chance to delve deeper into her. And when her hips started to rock, and she started to grind against him, he did his best to drive her wild. After all, they were putting on a show. From what Jess had told him, Kyle had made Jess cum, but not every time, and never for as hard or as long as Ian did. Now, it was time to show the bound boyfriend what Jess looked like when she was truly in the throes of passion.

His lips closed around her erect clit, and then his tongue went to work, lashing at the trapped bud. He heard Jess gasp, and then that was the last thing her heard for a time, as her legs clamped down around his head. She started to buck, as if she was trying to get away or throw him off, and at the same time her strong, toned thighs and her hands in his hair ensured that he stayed connected to her, at once trying to make him stop his ceaseless attentions on her sensitive clit and trying to ensure that he never did. And Ian just kept her clit locked between his lips, where she couldn't help but feel it every time the tip of his tongue brushed over it, every time he groaned or hummed.

Kyle, meanwhile, wished that he didn't have to hear what was going on. He closed his eyes soon after Jess started to writhe there on the desk, but he couldn't block out the sounds. The gasps—the cries—the wordless moans—the hungry sounds emanating from below, where Ian was hard at work—and the taunts that Jess hurled his way. "Ohhhh he's so good at this, baby—much better than you ever were—he's gonna make your girlfriend cum—oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck, watch me, baby, watch me cum!"

Some sick, masochistic impulse made Kyle open his eyes, and he saw Jess, skin flushed, barely clothed, her knuckles white where she was gripping Ian's head. One shoulder strap of her bra had fallen down, and as she bucked and writhed her tits bounced, in a way that made it hard for Kyle to look away. He was aware of the rest of the scene—the way her mouth was half-open, lips parted. The way her sparkling blue eyes bored into him, knowing and cruel. The subtle play of muscles under her skin in her legs as she tensed and got closer and closer to climax. But his eyes kept getting drawn back to the hypnotic rise and fall of her breasts.

Jess didn't fail to notice. "You like my tits, Kyle?" she asked—she meant it to be a mocking question, but as she had to concentrate to keep from falling over her words, due to the simply amazing things Ian was doing between her legs, she didn't quite hit the mark. It didn't matter; from the way he looked down at the floor, shame-faced, she knew he was humiliated nonetheless. "Imagine how good they'll look wrapped around Ian's cock," she continued. "They're just barely big enough. Don't worry; you'll get to see it tonight. You'll get to see everything tonight."

She paused, biting her lip, trying to hold back the inevitable for as long as she could. And when her resolve finally broke, she screamed out: "Watch, Kyle! Watch him make your girlfriend cum!" She closed her eyes and her whole body spasmed, as Ian's tongue pushed her over the edge. It felt like a detonation, deep within her, an explosion of pleasure that overcame her in an instant. It seemed like every muscle in her body tensed, and for a moment she forgot to breathe. And then, she gulped in a deep breath and let out a tremendous ecstatic howl.

When her scream of pleasure ended, she relaxed, finally releasing her hold on Ian's head and letting him escape from between her legs. He got up, lips and chin glistening with her juices, and immediately Jess took hold of him again and pulled him in for a kiss. She could taste herself on his lips—and she could hear a small, muffled sob escape from the defeated Kyle as he witnessed the love of his life sharing herself with someone else.

The kiss ended, and Ian and Jess both turned back toward Kyle. Tears shone in the corners of his eyes, but they hadn't yet fallen. But they did, when Jess let out a snort of laughter. "Ohhhh, he's so sad," she said, before turning back toward Ian. "Tell me if he really starts to cry when I suck your giant fucking cock."

She dropped to her knees. As she fell her hands went to his belt, and she swiftly undid the clasp and whipped it out of his belt loops with a quick yank. Jess tossed it aside and deftly freed Ian's cock from where it was trapped. Then, as she often did, she took a moment to just admire what she'd found. It was a tremendous, towering tool, thick, veiny, straight as an arrow, long enough to reach those deep places inside her.

Her eyes sparkled as she took in the sight. Ian, by contrast, had his gaze fixed on Kyle. And while Kyle wasn't surprised to see that Ian was enormously well-endowed, actually being confronted with the irrefutable proof still had an effect on him. The tape over his mouth kept his jaw from dropping, but nevertheless he was stunned by the sight of his girlfriend on her knees, gazing at his tormentor's cock like it was a holy icon.

And perhaps, for her, it was, because what Jess did next was truly an act of worship. She looked up at Ian, her eyes scintillating. Her tongue found one of the veins that stood out in relief on Ian's cock, and she gave him a long lick, tracing the path of the vein with the tip of her tongue. And when it was done, she went down to the base of his shaft and started again. Leaving broad trails of shining wetness over the surface of his cock.

Throughout this obscene display of adoration she didn't once glance back at Kyle. He didn't know if was better that way, or if he'd have preferred it if she acknowledged his presence. It hurt, being ignored so completely—but he knew that if she paid him any attention whatsoever it would be to mock him further. He didn't know whether or not these emotions played out across his face, but whether or not they did Ian seemed to guess what he was thinking.

"Like watching this, buddy?" Ian said, laying a thick layer of sarcasm on that last word. "Better than any porno, right? Your girl is fucking fantastic at this—but I guess you wouldn't know. You don't really have enough for her to work with."

That seemed to be a signal to Jess that it was time to step up her game. One more long, base-to-tip lick followed, and then she opened her mouth wide and eagerly engulfed the head of Ian's cock. Ian stroked her dark hair as she bobbed up and down on the upper part of his cock. Thin rivulets of spit started to drip down the sides, where her hands could smear them into a slick coating as she stroked that part of Ian's shaft that wasn't in her mouth. Her stroking hands kept time with her mouth; every time she bobbed, her hands did a long, twisting, corkscrew stroke, gliding easily over the wet flesh. And her mouth provided steady suction and stimulation from her talented tongue.

She pulled her head up and off with a *pop*. "Am I doing it good, baby?" she asked. "Am I sucking your cock good?" She didn't wait for an answer before diving back down for more action. This time, she bobbed and sucked for another few seconds, and then stopped again. "You're so delicious, baby. I can't wait to taste your cum." Throughout, she ignored Kyle completely, even when he screamed some unintelligible profanity through his gag.

Ian relaxed, half-sitting on Kyle's desk, and let Jess work. She was energetic and passionate—something about having an audience, perhaps, made her even more excited than usual. Before long, Ian discovered that he was fully dependent on Kyle's desk for support. The powerful, steady suction, the way her lips encircled him and made a tight seal, the sensation of her tongue swirling and lapping at him, it was all too much; if Ian hadn't had the desk to keep him on his feet, his legs would have given out.

"Fuck me, little lady. You're the best ever!" he exclaimed. "You're gonna kill me if you keep going like that!" Jess smiled up at him with her eyes—her mouth was full, and her lips too stretched by his monstrous endowment for her to smile that way—and paused to snatch a few deep breaths through her nose. Then she put her hands at the base of Ian's cock, with her palms flat against him, and with a salacious wink she started to engulf his cock.

His head had never left her mouth. She took her time, crawling forward, gobbling up one inch after another until she felt the head of his cock probing the back of her throat. Then—after one more deep breath to steady herself—she swallowed, and his cock slipped past her gag reflex, down into her throat. And she pressed on, engulfing more and more of his thick veiny flesh, not slowing or stopping her descent until her lips were wrapped tight around the very base of his cock and her nose was touching his groin.

Ian groaned. "Holy fucking shit..." It wasn't the first time Jess had managed this impressive feat, but she didn't do it often, and she'd never done it so easily before. And this time, she had her eyes open, and was staring up at him adoringly, using her lips and tongue to pleasure him, letting her throat milk him, holding herself down. For one long frozen moment, no one moved, until Ian had to gulp in a lungful of air and he realized that he'd also been holding his breath as Jess took him deep in her throat.

In his chair, Kyle let out an agonized, but muffled, groan, which formed a sort of counterpoint to the moan of pleasure that issued from Ian's lips. "Fuck me, you're amazing," he said. And then, as if to prove it, Jess started to bob her head, in small, short motions, keeping much of Ian's thick cock lodged deep in her throat as she did. Her hands came into play as well—before, they'd been busy stroking those parts of Ian's cock that weren't receiving the worshipful attentions of her lips and tongue. But now that they occupied themselves gently kneading Ian's heavy balls, filling her palms with them, brushing her fingertips lightly over them.