Jeremy & Ashley Pt. 02

The sunlight awakens me the next day and again I see Jeremy laying there, half exposed and snoring to himself.

When he wakes up again he mentions how awesome the party was but says nothing about what else happened.

The next month follows much the same, every week or so Jeremy will say my name in that tone, always sending shivers down my spine, before asking me to give him a hand job.

Since that night I have swallowed his cum every. single. time.

I never thought I would be in the situation where I can honestly say that I am getting used to the taste of my roommates cum. Each time I wake the next morning the fear in my chest is lessened, I am less terrified that Jeremy is going to ask me about what happened or call me gay for what I have done.

I climb into bed, exhausted and desperate to get a good nights rest.

After a few minutes I hear a shuffling on the other side of the room before I feel a hand on my ass. I open my eyes, knowing that when I turn over Jeremy will be behind me, feeling me up.

I lie there a moment, focusing on the feeling of his hand on my body, I can feel as he slides his fingers down the length of my frilly white panties, following the fabric down to my crotch. I cant deny that my cock instantly hardens when he touches my flesh, the feeling of his muscular hands against my small frame is definitely... hot.

The second his fingers slip under the band of my panties is when I turn over.

Groaning as I shift my weight, I feel his hand immediately retreat.

"Jeremy, dude."

He apologises immediately, saying he knows he shouldn't touch me like that but I was sleeping and he didn't know how to wake me and ask for another favour. I roll my eyes and get onto the floor as always; this is becoming a familiar occurrence.

But it doesn't take long for me to realise that something about tonight is different, Jeremy has a look in his eye that I don't like.

It is like the lustful hunger has evolved somehow.

Two minutes into the hand job I found out why.

Grabbing my head firmly he pulls my mouth towards his body. I try to resist, continuing to jerk him off with my hands as I pull my head backwards. I know I have tasted his cum but directly sucking him off for any duration was not part of the plan.

Despite my best efforts, his strength is too much.

Jeremy keeps his hand firm, continuously pulling at my neck. The second he grabs a handful of my blonde hair and tugs it, it is game over. Waves of pleasure flood my body at that intimate act of dominance. It takes all of my willpower not to whimper from the hair pulling that I forget I was resisting and relent to the blow job.

Tentatively, I wrap my lips around his length and suck gently.

The tangy taste of precum slides across my tongue and I try not to gag, I can't believe I am doing this. I bob my head up and down slowly, swirling my tongue against the shaft before moving to the tip. I mimic the actions I know feel good for me and clearly I am doing something right from the grunts coming from Jeremy.

He grabs my head and pushes me further down onto his cock, I try to pull back, it is too much, I am not ready for this but Jeremy's voice invades my senses from above, "You like that don't you slut, your mans hard cock filling your throat".

I try to protest again, mumbling with my lips around his cock.

I realise the vibrations of my protesting probably just makes the blow job feel even better to him, each time I struggle the sensations surround his cock. I try and ignore the sensations occurring in my own body, the way my cock hardens, erection growing each time I hear Jeremy say my name.

Jeremy speaks again his deep tone echoing through my body as he talks, "Ashley, don't pretend that you aren't secretly enjoying this," he grabs hold of my hair harder and forces me to remain in place, "I know what you do in the shower every time I am finished using your slutty little body."

My heart pounds in my chest, my throat constricting around his cock, trying not to panic from his words.

He knew the entire time that I jacked off once we were done, he knows I came moaning his name each time.

"Don't think I didn't hear how hard you came after being covered in my cum."

Fucking hell, hearing his words make me realise how desperately horny I am myself, my cock throbs inside of my panties, I feel so sexy.

Within a few seconds I can feel him tensing, I know he is getting closer to cumming.

At this point I know there is no way that I can escape this, he is going to hold me in place and cum down my throat.

Instead I prepare myself, accepting the submissive role as he dominates me, yanking my hair and pushing me further against his body as he fucks my face roughly.

Saliva drips from my mouth, I imagine what I look right now, ass cheeks exposed through the lacy thong, on my knees with a jocks cock stuffed down my throat, I feel so humiliated.

One final thrust forwards and Jeremy cums, his hot load filling my throat.

I can feel his cock tensing and jerking against the sides of my throat, constricting inside of my mouth. He pulls out and wipes the last drops of cum against my lips, ordering me to clean myself with my tongue, which of course I do without hesitation.

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The next morning I wake up late and notice Jeremy's bed is empty.

I wonder over to the bathroom but stop short when I reach the door, something is hanging on the back of the door.

A full lingerie set.

The baby blue fabric is exquisite, the kind of thing I have always dreamed of wearing. My cock throbs at the thought of how good it will feel against my smooth skin. Hmm, I bet he will like how my petite body looks in this.

An image of Jeremy clinging to the fabric as I suck him off fills my mind.

STOP.

Why the fuck is my mind thinking like that.

I take a look at the tag and notice the brand name, in calligraphy is the word, "Ashley."

I smirk, guess this is for me.

My heart pounds as I look around the room, am I really about to do this?

Who am I kidding.

I quickly remove my boxers, the lingerie taking its place. The fabric glides up my skin, caressing my body as I position it. I look into the mirror and cannot believe that I am looking at my own reflection, my petite but stocky frame is highlighted, the curves accentuated.

I look sexy as fuck.

I always knew I loved the way that women's under felt on me but I never thought I would be able to embrace it with anyone. Yet here I am, with my jock roommate buying me expensive lingerie to wear while I give him blow jobs.

The clothing becomes a regular gift.

Each week I will find something new hidden in the apartment.

Always female, always skimpy, slutty and sexy as fuck. Each one fits me perfectly, I start wearing them around the apartment, even when we aren't doing anything sexual. I like the feeling of the silky fabric against my skin and I know Jeremy likes seeing me wear them from the primal look in his eye when I catch him watching me.

I am no longer Ash to him when I dress like this, I am Ashley.

A petite, feminine, submissive blonde. Gotta say, I sound pretty hot.

Sometimes Jeremy will playfully grab my ass or spanks me when I bend over to pick something up, just casually asserting his dominance over me.

One night I come home and find a full, brand new set of make up on my bed.

Behind me I feel Jeremy approach, he puts his chin on my neck and kisses me gently before whispering, "I want you to go to this party tonight as Ashley."

My heart pounds in my chest, he can't actually mean that, right?

"Think about it, you on my arm, clinging to my body as everyone stares at you. You would be desired by every single man there; they would have no idea that you are my roommate."

I swallow, my throat thick with fear as he continues, doing his best to convince be that this isn't insanity, "Ash. I look at you and I see a hot blonde that any one of them would be prepared to fuck into oblivion."

I can't believe he is actually saying all of this, trying to persuade me to actually do this. Since starting this it has never left our apartment, we have never told a single soul about what transpires within these four walls.

I mean imagine what the other guys would say, tonight's party is with the other jocks on the football team, I might not make it out alive.

Imagine me walking into a room like that, playing little girl, dressed up in a bit of cheap makeup and a dress.

I start to say no but when my eyes glance back to the makeup I see everything here, make up of every variety, and expensive stuff too. He really wants me to do this. A sudden need to please him stops me from saying no.

I nod and begin getting myself ready.

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