Pix

"Oh!" It was only when she heard her own startled squeak that Bailey realized how long she'd been standing there, feet rooted to the floor, staring in astonished fascination at the spectacle of her roommate getting absolutely railed by some guy she brought home. "I--I didn't--um, I wasn't--" she stammered, trying to explain both to Leslie and herself that she wasn't being intentionally voyeuristic or anything; she'd simply walked past the open bedroom door at the wrong time, and the soft smacking noise of skin against skin had made her turn to look at what was happening with Leslie and her latest boytoy. And once she'd started watching, she kind of forgot about the passage of time.

Leslie stood up, her loose sundress flowing back down to cover her bare pussy, but Bailey could still imagine her date's semen leaking down her thighs as she turned and approached Bailey with a knowing smirk on her face. The man himself stood there swaying, dick softening and expression slackening, and it looked like he was so tired he could barely even stay on his feet. A few minutes ago he'd been absolutely pounding Leslie's cunt, and now that he was deprived of his function he was simply coming to a stop like an engine winding down, and Bailey thought that was a little bit strange but she was too focused on Leslie to worry about it. "You weren't what?" the blonde asked, standing so uncomfortably, intimately close that Bailey could smell her pussy. "Please, do go on."

Bailey tried, she really did. But her face was flushing beet red and the words were choking up in her throat and she was staring into Leslie's bright blue eyes like a drowning swimmer clinging to a life preserver, and all she could think was that she didn't know there was anybody else home when she came out of her bedroom so she wasn't wearing anything but her pajama bottoms. She felt so vulnerable with her soft breasts and pointy pink nipples out, and even though she knew Leslie was naked under her sundress she still gave off an air of confident command that left Bailey sputtering in silence. Which left Leslie all the room in the world to impose her views on the helpless brunette.

"You weren't turned on, is that what you were trying to say?" Leslie asked, her sheer presence pushing Bailey back until she was pressed against the wall and Leslie was still so intimately close. "You were standing there, staring so hard at us that you practically forgot to blink, but it was just more of that academic curiosity you're so known for and you weren't getting wet or anything. Is that it? Am I right? It was all perfectly innocent?" Bailey didn't even know why she'd been staring, she hadn't felt in control of her own mind or body for a while now, but the explanation Leslie gave allowed her to save face so she nodded meekly and hoped that would be the end of it.

It wasn't. Leslie slid her hand sensually down Bailey's bare belly, past the waistband of her pajama pants, and ran her fingers through the gap between Bailey's plump pink labia. She withdrew the intruding digits, then ostentatiously licked away the copious musk that clung to them with a triumphant grin that cemented her dominance even before she spoke. "Doesn't taste innocent to me," she purred, reaching out to wrap Bailey's long brown hair into a tight knot that made the brunette feel deliciously weak and passive. "Why don't you just come back into my room, sweetie, I'm sure Trace is starting to get hard again and good boys need to keep their dicks wet. And you clearly need to be fucked." It was a shocking, lewd proposition, but Bailey's agency had fully drained into her throbbing clit by now and she didn't know how to say no. She allowed herself to be led into the bedroom, and she allowed herself to be stripped naked, and everything from there simply… happened. But it was the best thing that ever happened to Bailey.