Jilling Off

We were bored. It was a hot Sunday afternoon and there was nothing on TV. One flatmate was away, so the other one and I were sitting on the couch, flicking through the channels. He grabbed the remote off me when I flicked past some generic Nu Metal video, so I made a move to seize it back. He caught my wrist midair, holding the remote away from me.

“Give it to me,” I told him. Boredom was making me demanding.
“No way,” he said. “You can’t always be in control”.

Was that a pointed comment? It was entirely possible he was referring to our habit of fucking whenever I was drunk. But of course he might have been simply talking about the remote. He didn’t let go of my wrist, so I started attacking him with my other hand, swatting at him. With one fluid movement he flicked the remote across the room, grabbed my other wrist and spun me over so that he had both my arms pinned behind my back.
“I said no”.

I was now bent over the arm of the sofa, and he was pressed up against me, trapping me in position. I couldn’t help myself, the feel of his body thrust up against mine was arousing, so I pushed back, rubbing against him. I could feel him stiffening.

“You like this, don’t you?” he leered in my ear “I bet you want me to fuck you again”.
“I could care less, really,” I said. “I just want the channel changed”.
He tightened one hand around my wrists, bringing his right hand out to stroke my breast through my t-shirt.

“Are you sure?” His finger circled my nipple, which betrayed me by hardening. I pushed back into him a little more but said nothing.

“I bet if I went a little further, I’d find out just how much you want this.” His hand slid into the waistband of my skirt, and slipped into my underwear. I moaned as his finger lightly caressed my hood for a brief second, and then gasped as he thrust a finger inside me.

“You’re so fucking wet right now, you dirty bitch,” he laughed, as he pulled out his finger. “Taste that”. He slid his finger across my lips and into my mouth, and I tasted my own salty sweet tang, and ran my tongue across his thumb which he slid in as well.
“Now if you ask nicely, I’ll give you what you so clearly want. But I want you to beg for it”.

He twisted my nipple, hard this time, and laughed as I arched my back. That bastard. I tried to wriggle my arms free, but he had them pinned expertly.
“Say it, and you’ll get to what’s coming to you”.

By now he was grinding against my back, and I didn’t think he would hold out on me much longer. But I didn’t want to have to wait.
“Just admit it. Say that you’re sick kinky bitch, and being tied up makes you hot”.
He didn’t normally talk like this, but I was loving it.
“Okay, I admit it,” I capitulated. “I’m a fucking dirty bitch and I want you to fuck me like the whore that I am”.
“Good girl,” he breathed in my ear. “Now get down on your knees”.


He released my wrists and I climbed off the couch eagerly. He undid his belt, but as I reached for him, he grabbed my wrists again, pulling them behind my back and drawing them together with his belt.


“Oh no, it’s not that easy. We’re going to play my way today”. The belt loop went around the leg of the table, leaving me completely imobilised, unless I struggled a lot – which I wasn’t inclined to do.


“Now the fun begins”. He pulled my t-shirt up over my face, blinding me, and pulled my breasts up out of their bra cups. I felt his tongue flick over my nipples, as his hand went up my thigh, parting my legs enough to pull my sodden underwear down around my knees. I quivered in anticipation of another touch from him, but instead I head him reach for something on the table. A clicking sound a second later betrayed his actions – he’d taken a photo of me on his mobile phone.


“What the fuck are you doing?” I demanded.
“Easy now, you’ll get what you’re after,” he soothed,as he bent over to lick my nipples again, teasing one between his teeth lightly. “I just thought we’d have some extra fun”. He trailed his kisses down across my stomach, pulling my legs towards him, and I felt the tip of his tongue at the top of my mound. I twitched, involuntarily, and pushed up towards his mouth. That was when the doorbell went.


“FUCK! Ignore it,” I begged, “Please just fuck me. Just fuck me now”. I never said please. He must really be loving this. But instead I heard him stand up, and go to the door. I kept quiet, hoping that whoever he was with would leave quickly and not come into the lounge. I heard a male voice laughing along with my flatmate, and their footsteps came into the room.


“Bro! I didn’t think you were serious. But that’s awesome”.
I knew the voice.
“Oh she fucking wants it alright. Don’t you, Jill?” My flatmate, so arrogant. He leans over and pinches my nipples. I want him to do it again, so I have to say that yes, yes, I do. He pulls my tshirt down from off my face, and reveals his workmate standing in front of me. I’ve met him a few times, he always seemed to be a decent enough guy, but like my flatmate has a nasty mouth from working in hospitality. The friend knelt down beside me.


“Are you sure? I don’t want to force you or anything”. That unexpected niceness doesn’t fit with the tone of the afternoon, but I appreciate the gesture, so I smile, and ask him to kiss me. His mouth is hesitant on mine at first, and then firmer. He cups the back of my head with one hand as he pushes his tongue into my mouth, and his other hand fumbles with the clasp of my bra. His hands aren’t as large as my flatmates, but I’m not complaining as he grabs my breasts hard, using two hands as his knees push mine apart.


My flatmate unloops the belt from the table leg, and I fall forward, glad to have use of my hands again. His friend unzips his fly, and guides my head towards his cock, half poking out of his boxer shorts already. I look up at him through my hair as my flatmate raises my arms to pull my t-shirt over my head. “Fuck she’s got fantastic tits, bro,” says the friend. “You’ve been fucking this all this time?” He squeezes them again, really hard, and bends down to put a nipple in his mouth, sucking away while rubbing at his cock. My flatmate moves behind me, kissing my neck and grabbing my ass. I can feel his breath heavy in my ears, and I know he’s anxious to get inside me, so I lean forward and open my mouth to his friend.


I run my tongue along the length of his cock, swirling around the tip, and with my fingers I pull back the foreskin ever so gently. I cup his balls with my other hand, and plunge as much of his shaft as I can manage into my mouth, smiling as I see him roll back his eyes in pleasure. I concentrate as hard as I can on my smooth strokes, but my flatmate has now rolled on a condom behind me, and is using his nimble fingers to guide himself into my cunt. He holds me around the waist, pulling me back into him with each thrust, while his friend has his hands locked around my head, trying to keep me in place.


I don’t like the feeling of being fought over like this, so I decide to finish his friend quickly. I rub my finger across my cunt, teasing my clit a little as I do, so that it is slippery with my juice, and slide it over the friend’s perenium. I increase the speed at which my lips are sliding over his cock to match the extra pressure.


“Oh fuck, jesus,” he cries “Oh god, you are so fucking good at this”. His hands grasp my head tighter and tighter as I hear my flatmate laughing behind me, his body slamming into mine, so I slide my finger up into his asshole. He comes instantly, with a loud groan. I swallow his cum as he pulls out of my mouth and slumps against the floor. My flatmate takes a hand off my waist and slides it down to rub my clit, determined to take me to the edge. His other hand finds my breasts, while he sinks his teeth into my neck. “You fucking cum-guzzling slut” he yelps. “you fucking dirty whore. His friend is recovered enough now to have pulled out his camera phone, and is laughing. “We’re going to put you on the internet where everyone can see what a slut you are” he breathes, as he rubs at his cock again.


Amazingly enough, he’s hard again, and rolls on a condom as well. “Bro, let me have a shot”. Obligingly, he and my flatmate trade places, and my flatmate kisses me for the first time that day, a rough, vicious kiss. “I want to come all over your tits,” he says, always a smooth talker, and he shoves his cock into my mouth. His friend meanwhile has his fingers burrowed inside me. He tries to slide his cock into my asshole, but I’m having none of that, so he pushes it inside my cunt hard, and slaps my ass to show me that I’m not in charge. He’s grabbing at my breasts while my flatmate is guiding my head with his hands, so my hands are free to roam down to touch myself. As I am fucked faster and faster from both ends, so do my fingers rotate quicker on my clit, and soon I am panting from my own touch. I feel so full up of cock that when the orgasm comes, it shakes me from top to toe.


My spasming vagina sends a wave into the friend behind me, and he groans out loud again, and I feel him go limp. I’m still in the last throes of ecstasy when my flatmate pulls out his cock and his warm cum streams across my breasts. We collapse in a heap, panting hard, sweating with the last of the afternoon sun. I reach over for the mobile phones and delete the photos of me. I’m not willing to surrender that much control.

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