Pocket Pussy With a Pulse (Pt 2)

(Read Pt 1 here)

He slid his hard cock against my hole in an absent-minded way as he poked around on his tablet, just rocking back and forth and seemingly enjoying the feel of my smooth hole along the base of his cock. When he found a scene he laid the tablet on his usual spot in the middle of my back, the top of it propped on my shoulders which must've made it easier to see. He spit in his hand and a moment later was pushing his cock into my hole. He doesn't give much thought to the initial pain of getting fucked so I’ve learned to just relax and let him in.

In one thrust he was in me the whole way. I struggled to catch my breath. I could feel his nuts pressed against my ass. His cock, which is always pretty hard, somehow felt harder than usual – maybe because he was holding it steady and I could feel it filling me. Then I felt it pulse and expand which made me groan. Slowly he began to fuck me, sliding out and back in, and I got the sense that he was fucking to the pace of what was going on in the video, matching his motions to some porn stud, balls-deep in shaved pussy. I was his pussy – or as close as he could get to it without leaving his room – and he seemed like he was taking his time, this round, and making it last rather than just racing to get his rocks off.

I could feel the sound of the porn scene as it traveled from the tablet’s tinny speaker holes through the flesh of my back as my roommate began to fuck me more deeply and steadily. My cock was totally hard – it always turns me on like crazy to get fucked like this, like I’m nothing but a sex toy, a pocket pussy with a pulse. I concentrated on relaxing my asshole for when he thrust it in and then tightening it for when he pulled out.  

He kept going for a while, just thrusting away, and I started to think he was having trouble getting off, which had happened before. Then I noticed he was tapping on the tablet and, a moment later, my phone buzzed and lit up.  

“Flip on your back,” he’d texted me. I stared at it for a moment, feeling his cock throb in my ass. It was so outside of our normal routine that I was nervous about flipping over and seeing his face. But then he pulled out and lifted the tablet off my back, so I followed his instructions and flipped. He was kneeling there, white pecs gleaming in the light of his tablet, the white buds glowing in his ears as he poked at the tablet.  

“Legs up,” he texted, and I complied. He positioned himself between my legs and slid back inside. It was something to see his body as he fucked me, to be reminded by how muscular he was. But he was also awkward, like he had this perfect body but didn’t really know how to use it outside of a gym. He poked around on the tablet, looking for another scene, cock throbbing when he was thrusting. Then he reached out and touched my face. I was startled. I thought, Is he, like, caressing me? But then he moved my head to the side, and then he set the tablet on the side of my face. He was careful about it, but it was still a cold, aluminum computer on my face.  

I went with it, of course, moving my head further to the side to give the tablet as stable a surface as possible. He moved his hands away and it lay there: obscuring me, replacing me with something more desirable, perhaps. Then he started fucking again. I thought what I must look like to him – a warm body with porn for a face. The tablet rested against my ear and inside of it I could hear hidden mechanics whirring.

He grabbed of my ankles and started really laying into me in a way he hadn’t before, moaning in a rhythmic way. I was so turned on and it seemed like he was close, too, because he kept slowing down and speeding up again. I was looking off to the side and I could see a pile of clothes spilling out of his open closet. I thought: I’m like that pile of dirty clothes to him. Something he can grab and use when he needs it.  

Then I felt his hand in the middle of my chest. He kept it there for a moment and then moved it downward. I thought, Is he gonna touch my dick? And then he did grab my dick and started stroking it ham-handedly, like he’d just discovered a new toy. He kept jacking my dick as we fucked, but eventually he slowed down. Still with my cock in his hand he poked at the tablet, gradually letting his dick slip out of me. Then he seemed to find a scene and he stroked me more fervently. I heard him spit in his hand and then coat my dick with it.

My heart was beating so fast and my neck was getting stiff from being turned. I felt him stand up on the bed and I thought, No way. But then he straddled me and lowered himself and I felt his butt pressing against the head of my dick which was still held aloft by his hand. As he let himself rest on it I heard him exhale. The tip of my cock pressed against him, then passed the resistance there and slipped inside. I gasped – not that he heard it. He was in his own world, using my body to get off, exploring it in ways he hadn’t yet. He slid more of me into him, inch by inch, his tight asshole giving way. Finally he let go of it and sat down fully, grunting as he did: the most self-satisfied and erotic grunt I’d ever heard. I thought: He’s done this before. Probably with a dildo, but that’s what I felt like: a hard pole he could use to fuck himself. I wondered what scene he was watching on my face – something gay? Or maybe a chick taking it up the ass where he could imagine himself in her place?

He let himself relax on my cock then rose almost all the way up and sat back down, taking my entire cock back inside. It wasn’t the most graceful motion- I imagined he was figuring out how to fuck himself with something that wasn’t detachable. But he soon got a rhythm going, riding me smoothly, my thick dick sliding in and out of him at his own steady pace. He paused, sitting on it fully and tensing his ass around it. I was getting pretty close feeling that firm butt clutch my dick. He started taking me almost all the way out of himself before slamming back down, grunting each time he did. I thought, Fuck, I’m gonna cum in him. What if he didn’t want that? I couldn’t really warn him with a computer on my face. I started to reach for my phone but he was relentlessly pounding himself with my cock. Then with one guttural grunt he took me inside of him fully and held it there. I felt his cock unload on my chest – one big slash of cum that hit my neck, then more, his hole clenching as huge spurts coated my chest. I started cumming in him, helplessly feeling my cock pulse and spurt deep inside of him.  

For a moment we were cumming together, his cum still landing on me as I shot it into him. But then, before I’d really finished, he slowly got up. My still-pulsing cock suctioned out of him and flopped back on my stomach. He got off the bed as I laid there, the tablet on my face, wanting and not wanting to face him. He lifted it off after a minute and immediately turned around and started tapping on it, which was my cue to leave. But as I waddled out of his room and down the hall to mine, cock dripping, hole well-stretched, my phone buzzed.

“Thanks,” he’d texted me.

“You’re welcome,” I texted back. And if that didn’t seem like an adequate acknowledgment of what had happened, it was more gratitude than he’d ever expressed to me before so, in a way, it felt like progress.  

The End