The Roommate (The Camgirl Part 2)

Part XXII: Do You Really Have To Ask?

XXII: Blake and Liam

Liam

Liam reached over to press the button on his phone that would send a pulse to Blake's vibrator as he wrote down a little "i" to indicate a tonic chord under the staff of music. He grinned. Knowing that he was causing Blake some form of pleasure--enough to scramble her brain a little bit if she hadn't been over exaggerating earlier--definitely made his analysis homework a lot more fun.

He was tempted to log back into Blake's room and turn his laptop enough that Eli and Swar couldn't see but decided not to. He would get far too distracted, and the tent in his pants was already distracting enough. He wouldn't be able to just watch Blake's show. She was far too incredible for that, and he didn't have the privacy for that at the moment. One of the downfalls of a triple.

As he found another tonic chord--this one stretching for two whole measures--Liam lengthened the pulse, and pressed the button again, sending the vibrations to Blake.

His cock, already painfully hard, twitched at the image of what it would do to her.

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Blake

Blake was absolutely drunk with arousal by the time her viewers finally reached the anal goal. Liam's annoyingly random vibrations had kept her on the edge as she fingered her asshole, preparing it for Lt. Dan's cock. She hadn't been able to cum but was so tingly and horny that she imagined Liam could make her cum just by walking through her door and kissing her needy pussy.

This horny, Blake almost didn't realize that the goal finally had been hit. When she did, giggles burst forth from her lips as she oriented Lt. Dan's torso the correct way so she could get maximum pleasure while her viewers got maximum jerk-off material. She lined the cock up with her needy asshole even as Liam sent more vibrations through her, then slowly sank down on the cock, moaning as it stretched out her tight little hole.

Contrary to popular belief, stretching her ass--correctly, at least--does not make her asshole any 'looser' than normal, it just gave her more practice at controlling the muscles and made them more accustomed to accepting larger toys and cocks.

As Blake began bouncing up and down on the cock, random vibrations short-circuiting her brain every now and then, she wished it was Liam's perfect cock. She closed her eyes, lifting her booty up and down, making sure to twerk a bit as she did so, and in her mind, it became Liam's wonderful cock, as it had before. She rode his cock, pounding her ass, impatient for it to explode within her.

For what seemed like hours, Blake rode the cock with her ass, letting it bring her so incredibly close to the edge. Yet it wouldn't bring her over the edge for some reason. Not yet. Even with the vibrator.

Just as she started to grow impatient, the vibrator pulsed hard and long, ripping a half-moan, half-scream from Blake as her orgasm tore through her.

She slammed her ass down to the hilt on the cock, gasping for breath, legs quivering as she rode out the waves of overwhelming pleasure, trying to will the cock to explode and fill her ass with cum. Even worse, the vibrator kept her in her own world, sending waves of pleasure through her that fogged up her head just as it started to clear.

Eventually, Blake caught her breath and her head de-fogged enough for her to remember that the reason she had a fake, lubed-up cock inside her instead of Liam's hot, pulsing, cum-covered one, was because she was doing a show.

Fuck...I need to stop that.

As she looked over her shoulder at the chat window, Blake relaxed. None of her fans seemed to mind it when she got so into fucking herself that she just did her own thing and forgot about chatting with them for a bit, but Blake always felt a bit unprofessional when she did it.