[Tentatively, I post another...?]
Roommates aren't meant to fuck. Things get messy and dramatic, and everything goes to shit. Roommates really shouldn't fuck.
If we lived together, you would regularly walk into the living room to find me jerking off. The sloppy, whorish moans of some pornstar on my phone and my legs spread apart on our couch as you watch my hand jerk back and forth. You'd find my bedroom door open constantly to find the same thing. The bathroom door as I shower and jerk off. Cum-stained tissues everywhere. Every time you'd find yourself wearing a tank top or shorts, or even a lovely, tight-fitting dress, you'd find me nearby, lewdly eyeing you up as I massage my cock through my pants.
Perhaps you'd finally break when you start finding your worn panties plastered in thick, sticky cum. And so you'd storm into my room, panties in hand, fully intending to set me straight. Except you'd walk in on my jerking off again. The resistance was doomed to die at the back of your throat from the moment you walked in.
"Well, I need somewhere to cum," I'd tell you, my cock in hand. "And if your panties are off-limits, your face is going to have to do." Roommates shouldn't fuck. Roommates really shouldn't fuck. Even as you crawl onto my bed slowly and press your face to my cock. All that pent-up neediness just overwhelming you now.
How dare this man be so audacious? Jerking off wherever he likes. Touching himself. Maybe you'd show him a thing or two yourself. And god. You really do need to cum, don't you?
I wonder how humiliating you'd find it to be completely ignored as a man jerked off onto your face. The slick, loud sounds of foreskin and precum as the porn resumes. You'd curse and swear at me in your mind, I'm sure. I really wouldn't care. I'd just want a place to blow my load. Your panties or your face, it wouldn't really matter as long as you understood your place. A cumrag.
You'd find yourself touching your cunt, almost grinding against your hand as your eyes lose focus. The veins and the ridges of my cock blurring into one thing. The need to just... kiss it a little, almost pushing you forward, but at the last moment you'd catch yourself. You can see everything. You'd seen me jerking off plenty of times, but never so close up.
"Get ready," I'd grunt. That'd be it. No other word of warning, and even that would come late. You'd barely have time to shut your eyes before you feel ropes of cum hit your face. A sticky, gooey, gross mess emptied all over your pretty fucking face. Unceremoniously, like some tissue. You'd feel it drip down, travelling the curve of your jaw. You'd feel drops of it against your lips, and you'd inevitably find your tongue snaking out to lick it off.
"Cool, thanks. You can go now," you'd hear me say, as you shuffle off back into the background. Used and thrown. In the bathroom mirror, you'd watch yourself slowly drawing my cum into your mouth.
Roommates shouldn't fuck. Roommates really shouldn't fuck... but maybe it was okay for roommates to be used as cumrags?