Roommate Screening, Ch. 05 – A Slut Screen Story

Roommate Screening – A Slut Screen Story

by Fidget

Chapter 5

That was a Friday. We had all weekend together to establish our new relationship equilibrium, yet again. This time, however, I had decided to take a slightly different approach.

Already the next day that tiny, brief hint of my old roommate was gone, and Olivia seemed to have fully embraced her slutty role as an incorrigible cocktease.

Our new morning ritual was apparently Olivia greeting me outside my door topless, pulling me down into a sizzling kiss with her bare tits squeezed tight against my chest, and openly stroking my cock through my pajamas.

My body quickly reacted, but as the rush of physical arousal began to flow through me and my cock began to harden against her coaxing fingers I asked her, “Olivia, are you sure you want to this? Remember that we have a contract intended to specifically prohibit sexual entanglements like this.”

“Of course I want to do this, silly!” she responded brightly, her eyes smiling playfully up into mine as she slid my cock through the front of my pajamas and out into the open. “And, mmm, I can tell that you want to do it too.”

Of course I did. The Slut Screens had turned my roommate into a busty goddess straight out of my wet dreams, a caricature of sex appeal that had previously only existed through surgery or photoshop, and regardless of whether my desire for the exaggerated femininity of her figure was innate or socially conditioned, I badly wanted to use her body for my pleasure.

Olivia knew this, of course. It was obvious how badly I wanted her, and with her slutty programming so deeply ingrained in her thoughts and behavior by this point, I knew that she had no choice but to crave and stoke my lust for her. She couldn’t help it.

Olivia stared up into my eyes with her lips parted in concentration, the corners of her mouth turned up in a half-smirk, and all the while her left hand continued its secret work, hidden from view beneath her outlandish breasts, tugging and stroking at my cock. When she felt my pre-cum starting to coat her hand her smirk broke out into a cheeky, teasing grin, and her strokes turned into twists, pulling and milking at my slick member until I was aching for release.

That, of course, was exactly when she flirtily pulled away. “Uh-uh, Darren,” she teased, waggling her finger at me. “I know you wanna fuck me, slide that thick monster of yours up inside me and have your wicked way with my sexy body, but you can’t.”

I knew this would happen, of course, but this time it didn’t bother me in the least. I looked her slutty body up and down, taking a long second to appreciate the massive udders dangling from her chest as I thought about how badly I wanted to take advantage of her, and said, “Olivia, you’re acting like a slut.”

“I knowwww, Darren! Doesn’t it just make you want to fuck me?”

“Yeah,” I said simply. “It does.”

Her beautiful eyes lit up with pleasure, and she melted back against my torso; hearing me say that was evidently enough to get her back to stroking, but once again she pulled away just as I was beginning to get close, unable to make herself finish the job. Apparently there was still enough of my old roommate left inside Olivia’s slutty body to keep her from crossing the line of actually making me cum.

So, I took one last, long look at her body and turned away. I retreated into my room, closed the door, and allowed myself to grunt and moan as much as I wanted as I jerked myself off, thinking about how good it would feel to play with Olivia’s big, fat tits while I shoved my cock into her slutty pussy. My dick tightened in seconds, and I let out a deep groan of contentment as I released long, satisfying spurts of jizz into my cumrag, the entire time imagining that it was Olivia that I was filling up with my surprisingly large, pent-up load of spunk.

Once I’d cleaned myself off, I opened the door to reveal Olivia standing there, panting with an uncomfortable amount of arousal herself now from where she’d been listening.

“Darren,” she said. “We need to talk.”

“I can’t think of anything we need to talk about,” I said, pulling her into a kiss. “We’re just roommates.”

Olivia melted against me and returned the kiss, a slave to her slutty impulses, and I started squeezing and tweaking her massive tits, causing her breath to come out in ragged gasps against my lips. When I’d had my fill of groping her perfect love pillows a minute or so later, still nice and mellow from having just gotten my rocks off, I gave my roommate one final, quick kiss and disappeared into the living room to read a book. Behind me I heard a frustrated sigh, followed by her bedroom door closing with a pointed click.

And that’s pretty much how the weekend went. Olivia still wore next to nothing around the house, showing off her massive tits and tight ass to me whenever she could, and I just sat back and enjoyed the view, remembering how good it had felt to squeeze her gravity-defying funbags and thinking about how good it was going to feel when I next got a chance to grab a handful of that fine ass.

Eventually Olivia’s programming would force her to take her teasing to the next level, and she’d make her way over to me, unable to resist her urge to use her slutty body to titillate me further. She’d wrap me in a hug, or straddle me on the couch, and I’d enjoy her soft curves while she played with my cock, letting myself get more and more turned on by her stimulations until she inevitably pulled away just before making me cum.

I could tell that she wanted to, could see her slutty tendencies silently urging her to go ahead and finish me off, but it seemed that there was something about me specifically that was holding Olivia back, keeping her from providing the final stroke that would make me lose control and coat her soft skin with my cum.

She was straddling me on the couch the first time it happened that afternoon, but instead of just sitting there with blue balls once I realized she wasn’t going to let me cum, I grabbed an old tshirt off the back of the couch, spread it across my torso, and picked up where she left off, stroking myself right in front of her, staring at her body as I imagined how good it would feel to fuck her.

Olivia was still actively straddling me at the time, and with each stroke my knuckles brushed against the crotch of her lacy pink underwear, causing her breathing to once again grow heavy with need as she hungrily watched me jerk myself off. Her hands clenched and unclenched above my thighs, clearly wanting to wrap around my cock and finish the job themselves, but she still couldn’t seem to bring herself to. So, I focused on the contact I was making with her puffy labia, imagining that my balls were slapping against them as I shoved my cock into her, and let myself cum.

Olivia stared, mesmerized, at the ropes of spooge I was shooting across the tshirt.