My roommate uses my free use pussy without even asking

I want to preface this post by saying that I have made an agreement with my roommate. Awhile ago we negotiated a freeuse kind of agreement where he could fuck me whenever he wanted. I’m into it all the way but we both got busy and I was fucking other people (whoops) so that little agreement got forgotten, but he definitely jogged my memory.

I was sitting in bed scrolling on my phone when he came in. Usually, when Josh walks into my room it’s for sex so my body was already reacting, my pussy already growing wet.

He came straight to the bed, threw off the blanket and grabbed my ankles. He yanked me to the edge of the bed and spread my thighs wide open. He pressed his fingers to my pussy, touching me through my panties.

“You’re wet,” he smirked as he touched me. I writhed under his touch, arching against his fingers. “All for me?”

I nodded as I gasped for air. I was already so hot and bothered I could barely form a word. He yanked my panties down and his warm fingers plunged inside of me, touching my wet walls and fucking me with his hand. I grinded down on his hand, needing more and more of his touch.

“Are you going to ask for it?” I said, teasing him as he played with my pussy. He gave me a look and he grabbed my hips and flipped me over onto my stomach.

I decided to see just how far we could push this little roleplaying moment. I started to crawl up the bed away from him and he grabbed my legs and yanked me back down. I couldn’t help but giggle as he did it, enjoying the feeling of his strong hands on my body.

I flipped onto my back and he got on top of me, holding me down by straddling my waist. He grabbed my shirt and yanked it off and I had nothing underneath it. He played with my tits, twisting my nipples as I moaned below him.

“You want it don’t you?” he asked, his voice low and husky.

“I want it!” I said, arching my ass off the bed, trying to get him to give me what I wanted.

“You’re a dirty girl, you know that?” he said as he moved down my body and pushed my thighs apart. He licked my pussy as he continued to taunt me. “You like to struggle, don’t you?”

“You like it when I struggle,” I said. “So who’s the dirty one here?”

He chuckled and continued to lick me, his tongue swirling around my clit as he pleased me. I grabbed his hair, yanking hard at the roots as I grinded against his face.

“I want you to do something,” he said as he lifted his face up from my pussy, his chin wet with my juices. “I want you to run.”

My heart immediately began to pound in my chest. I threw my legs over the side of the bed and sprinted out of the room. My heartbeat was a hum in my ears and over it I could hear Josh’s footsteps behind me. I was fast, but he was faster. He caught me in the kitchen by wrapping both arms around me and yanking me to his body. Then he propped me up on the kitchen table with my legs spread wide. He pressed his cock to my pussy and sank inside of me. I felt as stuffed as a thanksgiving turkey on display on the table.

He pumped into me as he wove his fingers through mine and pinned my hands to the table.

“Your heart is beating so fast,” he said against my throat. He could probably feel my pulse in my neck. “You like this, you dirty slut.”

I moaned as he rammed into me, pressing his cock deeper and deeper as if the further inside of me he reached the more of me he could claim.

“That’s me, I’m your dirty slut,” I said. “Your pussy to fuck whenever you want.”

He gave me a particularly rough thrust and I yelped with pleasure. He kissed me again, muffling my moans as he pumped into me.

“And what a pretty pussy it is,” he said against my lips. He reached a hand between our bodies and started rubbing my clit with his fingertips. It was just hard enough to make my body tremble but not enough to be sore. It was the perfect amount of pressure and I knew I wouldn’t last long with the control he had over me.

I loved every second of it, just like he said. I liked getting tossed around a bit and chased around the house. And I loved getting fucked right there on the kitchen table like a fucking floozy.

He grabbed me and yanked me off the table. He turned me around and bent me over the edge. He pushed inside of me from behind and held my hair as he pounded into me. His hips smacked my ass and I could hear the loud wet noise of our bodies meeting. It was obscene in the best way and only made me crave more.

“Oh god don’t stop!” I begged as he was hitting just the right spot inside of me. “Please, don’t stop!”

He kept going, as if vowing not to stop until I shattered. I was panting like a bitch in heat. I gripped the table, holding on for dear life as he slammed my hips into the wood over and over again.

I screamed, probably disturbing the whole house and the neighbors, as I came on Josh’s cock. I fell onto the table and pressed my hot cheek against the cool surface. He kept pounding into me, using my pussy as I tried to regain air. He kept thrusting until his hips jerked to a sudden stop. I felt his cock twitch and then I was getting pumped full of his cum. He unloaded inside of me, cumming in my pussy completely raw. It felt so good to get stuffed full of cum that all I could do was moan as he pumped every drop inside of me.