Borrowed, Used

Sarah and I were roommates all through college, four busy years of flirtatious parties and fun. After graduation, our little one-bedroom apartment didn't meet our needs anymore. After talking we agreed to find a bigger place, to finally upgrade and settle in. Our jobs were steady throughout school, allowing us to save plenty along the way and afford a nice quality of life. A little extra space might be nice.

Walking the neighborhood led us to find a cozy two-bedroom condo to share, seemingly meeting all our aesthetic and lifestyle needs. Within a few weeks we were unpacking and settling into our new space.

The thing is, my roommate has a toy I love to use. To be specific, she has a six-inch rechargeable pink vibrator. It resides, poorly hidden, in her top drawer amongst all her panties and socks. She doesn't know I know it's there.

At least, I think she doesn't know...

Despite feeling guilty and knowing better, I borrow it often. It's always the ticket to a great night's sleep. Our first night I lay in the quiet dark room, thinking how strange it is to be alone. The house sounds much louder without Sarah's soft breathing in the background. How does anybody fall sleep this way?

My hand wanders through my long dark hair. I undo my ponytail, shift positions, and feel myself start to relax. I take a deep breath. My hands wander from my soft hair slowly down my neck, to trace along my collar bones. It sends a shiver through my body, raises little goosebumps across my pale skin.

"She's bound to be sleeping, there's no way she'll even know I'm there." I say to myself. The urge to cum is absolutely irresistible.

I feel my heart race as I creep into Sarah's room. An exciting anxious air comes over me. The doorknob makes no noise as I turn it, the door doesn't creek. I enter quietly and approach her tall wooden dresser, admiring her sleeping form from across the room. She is definitely fast asleep.

The drawer makes a soft metallic sound as I touch the handle, but I manage to finesse it open without her stirring. I find the toy in its normal spot, along with the charger.

Another wave of guilt washes over me, knowing it isn't mine to borrow. And knowing the toy in question has undoubtedly been plunging in and out of my roommate's wet pussy quite recently...

The thought makes my knees weak, the urge to use it on myself too much to resist. I grab the toy and the charger and scamper off to my room, shutting our doors behind me so as to avoid getting caught.

I plug in the device to charge, seeing that the battery is low as per usual. That makes me smile to myself, thinking how often she must be using it to need charging so often. Every time I borrow it, it's dead or flashing low battery.

Sarah has always been a natural beauty, with dark brown hair past her shoulders and hazel eyes. I find myself genuinely wondering why such a gorgeous and smart woman needs to use her vibrator so much. She could easily seek out the pleasure of an equally gorgeous partner.

I start idly playing with myself while I watch the charging light blink. My fingers explore my sensitive breasts one at a time, circling softly around my nipples in a hypnotic rhythm. This sensation sends my hips gyrating, and my pussy tightens with a familiar ache and need.

I continue circling one of my hardening nipples as my other hand wanders lower. I move with purpose and enter the elastic of my panties, feeling the warmth of my pussy lips under my cool fingers. Admiring with a gentle involuntary sigh how soft and pretty I feel. There's already a heat to me, a deep fire growing.

My devious side is taking pleasure knowing that what I'm doing is taboo, immoral. My friend's toy is definitely not for me to use, but I can't resist. It scratches all my itches, and the sick pleasure of knowing I truly shouldn't is addicting.

My cotton panties come off, dropping to the floor unceremoniously. Even in the dark I can tell they are soaking wet. I grab the device and note that it's mostly charged, which is more than enough for my present needs.

There's a satisfying hum as I switch the device on. I smile as the anticipation builds, I hear that buzz and my body knows how good it will be.

I stroke my pink inner lips with the tip of the vibrator, shuddering as the pleasure awakens within me. I'm already so wet... My eyes close, focusing on the wonderful sensation. I feel the hum of the vibe buzzing me gently, deliciously teasing up and down my pussy lips. A warm bubble of pleasure starts to grow quickly. I can only take so much of this teasing before I press the button and turn it up one more level. The toy vibrates louder and my lips part, gasping quietly as my little button takes direct contact for the first time. I run the toy around my sensitive clit in circles, needing to back off every so often. I can only take so much of a good thing at once. It causes me to lose myself in the sensation, unbearably pleasurable.

My orgasm nears as I work my clit in circles, and my hips start gyrating in rhythm. I bring the tip of the vibrator down to the entrance of my little pussy, and slide it inside slowly. I have plenty of natural lubrication flowing from me, that my body accepts the toy effortlessly. I find my special spot deep inside, and start thrusting the toy in and out of myself. Stroking my g-spot sends me reeling, the toy curves just right to fill me where I need it most.

Feeling her toy stroking the walls of my pussy is too much, I find myself thinking about Sarah despite my best effort not to. I feel so dirty, I pinch my nipple hard and involuntarily send myself over the edge. I let out a long and steady moan as her vibe drives me to a mind melting orgasm. It takes me in waves, my back arching off the bed and my heart beating out of my chest. My pussy clamps down tightly around the toy, barely allowing me to keep fucking myself as I cum. But I do, I fuck myself through it and feel my eyes roll back. I imagine how it would feel to have somebody else using it on me, pulling deep full-body orgasms from me.

A few quick and intense orgasms later, I sneak softly out of my bedroom on wobbly legs. Creeping down the narrow hallway to open Sarah's bedroom door. I walk into her room silently and shut the door behind me.

Crossing her room again, I approach the dresser once more and note with cold sudden clarity that the dresser drawer is wide open...

I never forget to cover my tracks, and yet tonight I did.

"Maybe you want to explain what you're doing?" she asks me in the dark. Standing right behind me is my friend, close enough to almost make out the look on her face. She's gazing at me intently, her pretty eyes giving me a look I've never seen before.

I blush in the dark, and turn to place the toy back in her top drawer before facing her again. She gives me a moment to take a breath, and then steps closer. Her close proximity urges me to take a step back, until I am pressing against the dresser. The wood is cold against my back, my cotton shirt is thin. I can sense she is closing the gap between us.

"Won't you tell me what's on your mind?" she asks me softly. My lips part and I let in a small gasp, feeling a mixture of shame and arousal. She's close enough I can smell her perfume, soft vanilla and cashmere. It makes my mouth water, as my eyes struggle to focus in the dark.

I finally respond, "I borrow your toy sometimes. I'm really sorry, Sarah". Not feeling open to saying much more, feeling too much embarrassment coursing through me, I turn toward the door to leave. Sarah grabs my wrist and surprises me with a sharp tug.

"You're not getting off that easily" she replies in a cold unfamiliar tone. "Do you think you are subtle, girl? I've been smelling and tasting you on my toy every morning, I already know you're going to be delicious. Get on the bed, now." she instructs. Not a question, a command.

I barely pause, before I choose to obey her. I walk over to the bed without asking what she intends to do. She is older, but not by much. The fact that we shouldn't go forward from here secretly makes me melt.

I lay on the bed and drape my arms at my side passively, nude beside a cotton t-shirt and my wet panties from earlier. My body is still, but my heart races. Anxiety courses through my body as I realize how vulnerable I am, and how much I want her to take me. She drags her nails across my legs and sends a shiver through my body.

Despite my best intentions, I cannot stay still and merely tolerate this experience she's putting me through. My mind knows it's wrong, but my thighs instinctively part and open for her. She chuckles softly and slaps my inner thigh, making me whimper and giggle.

I hear the top drawer open, and my pussy immediately drools in my panties.

"You already know what I'm gonna do to you, right?" Sarah asks beside the bed.

"Yes, and I want it..." I say breathlessly. I give her my consent and close my eyes, bringing myself to take a slow deep breath. "Yes, keep your eyes closed for me. Use all your other senses from now on instead," she instructs.

She confirms my eyes are indeed shut, and gently eases my thighs further apart. My breath catches in my throat, I hear her shifting down to a better and lower position. Her breath tickles across the skin near my navel and makes me shiver with anticipation.

I take another deep breath and force myself to submit, relaxing into the posture. She lets out another adorable chuckle and says, "Wow, you are fantastic. I wish you could see what I see". It makes me smile to hear, my eyes remaining closed as she instructs.

Her lips make contact with my body for the first time, pulling down my panties without asking and kissing my hip bones. She wastes no time and slides my panties off my legs, taking a moment to admire the way my pussy juices smell on the fabric. I can tell from the way she moans under her breath that she secretly cannot wait for more.

The kisses on my body resume, across my hips to the soft hairy mound above my pussy. I am trembling, only now realizing how absolutely filthy it makes me to be fucking her like this.

Her fingers part my lower lips and expose me to the open air, cold and intoxicating in contrast to my warmth. I feel her tongue make contact with my clit, lapping me slowly but purposefully. She uses her tongue with expertise, having secretly fantasized about this for years. My eyes roll back and my legs open even wider.

It feels like there is not enough air in the room for me to breathe, because I am panting and gasping like a drowning person. My new lover's lips suctioning my clit and bringing me to the edge over and over, closer to orgasm every time. Soon I hear the familiar buzz kick on of the vibrator.

She brings it to the entrance of my pussy and doesn't hesitate, she slides it inside me as far as she can. I squeal and beg for her to please take it easy, but she slaps my inner thigh again hard and ignores me.

The combination of her lips sucking hungrily at my pink clit, and the toy stretching my already well-fucked pussy, is too much for me to bear. I let out a few desperate breaths of air, bucking my hips up against her cute face as my pleasure surges through me. My orgasm shoots through me in swift cresting waves. My toes curling, my legs trembling uncontrollably. Her tongue flicking back and forth, up and down, sucking me through the most intense release I didn't see coming.

My hands haven't left my side through my unbearable pleasure, and she notices. Sarah moans admiringly, watching me contort and shiver with an evil look in her eyes. She can't believe how hot it is, finally feasting upon my little pussy. She rotates the buzzing toy within me, creating delicious friction that makes me bite my lip. It feels like the perfect stretch, like I am finally doing what I'm made for.

Sarah purrs and says, "Well baby, I'm very impressed. Who would have guessed such an innocent thing like you was such a freak?" I smile to myself at the compliment, still painfully aware that my legs are spread wide in front of her face. Her fingers trace down my inner pussy lips to the entrance of my well-used cunt, to slide a gentle finger inside. I quietly moan as she applies pressure to my g-spot, curling her finger from within. The delicious sensation clouds my mind, distracts me from the present moment. My pussy makes a wonderful sound around her finger, squelching and wet in the darkness.

"Oh, and don't get too comfortable in your new room. I have something big in store for you, and first things first you're moving back with me." Again, more commands. She isn't asking, she's telling.

I nod obediently and she moans in a deliciously satisfied purr. Her eager finger works within me as her lips find my clit again, planting soft kisses. The bundle of nerves is far too sensitive, but she ignores my protests and teases me mercilessly. She's taking deep breaths of my sex, and it makes me feel so hot. Hearing her admire and praise me in such an intimate way sends me to another level.

Her lips close around my clit, and the dance begins again. I settle back into the bed and accept my new fate, whatever that may be. Through the haze of my growing pleasure I feel a pang of primal fear. She hasn't taken her lips off my clit and already has me shivering in anticipation, wondering how she'll use me next...