SKIT (Squirt) 1: Roommate's Date!
My roommate text me this afternoon, informing me he will have some guest over tonight. I didn't mind, I was working on my side hustles below. I even took a walk around Boston to get my average 10,000 STEPS I try to concur. That equals to about 5 miles a day if your counting. It's working to. My doctor said I lost 14 pounds since last year. And I wasn't even trying hard.
When his company arrived, he was in his room still getting ready. I let them in and then when he heard them, he came out to greet them. It was a double date situation and it seemed this was some type of blind date or hookup from his friends girlfriend. Those never workout I was saying to myself as I greeted them in as well.
As I continued to work on my future passive incomes, they discussed most topics under the sun while getting intoxicated in the kitchen. I stayed listening to my music in the living room on low, while he blasted his music from his room for entertainment. Now, to put things into perspective, my roommate is half Irish and half Filipino. His date was as "Keisha" as they come. And what I mean is, she was the stereotypical Black woman described in Hollywood Hood Movies. Did you see B.A.P.S. with Halle Berry? She seemed double the EXTRA personality.
She was very attractive, but wore too much weave. Her body was insanely sexy though, overshadowing her shitty personality. She had a Big ole country booty with Breast that sat up without support. I'm guessing she was in her mid twenties, because my roommate is 26.
She was loud and took over the room with her obnoxious stories and passive aggressive expressions. It was all about her and her only. I was hoping my roommate who's name will stay anonymous good luck. I forgot to tell you, when I met her, she seemed very disinterested that I was even in my own apartment. She went straight to turning up with her girlfriend asking where are the drinks. "I'm sober again, let's do this!", she shouted.
Later on when I believe she was nice, I overheard her say, she doesn't date Black Men. I was appalled, but shook it off like Taylor Swift. She's not anyone's type I repeated. Fuck that bitch. The Black delegation would like to trade Keisha for Howie Mandel or Melissa McCarthy. If I was my roommate, It would be a "One Night "like the Dreamgirls Movie song.
They were heading out for more drinks somewhere close. I figured he would return with her since she seemed interested in having fun. I didn't hear sparks in there conversation the entire night though, but she just seemed horny. I still was kind of excited for him, because the only woman I'd seen this dude with was either his sister or mother since he moved in over a year ago. I'm like tell me your gay already dude. It's 2020 man, taste the RAINBOW like skittles. I must be still high, I'm craving candy. Anyway, they left and I said my fake Nice to meet you's, have a good night and bye's.
I couldn't sleep, so I was still up listening and critiquing music. It's one of the things I do currently on another blog and YouTube. But my eyes weren't having it tonight, leaning heavily for the count. I went in my bedroom, got comfortable and positioned myself to knockout close to 1 AM. Not even 5 minutes later, I heard my roommate and his one nightstand come through the front door. I was like, I'm I going to finally hear him get some ass? I know he's tired of hearing echos from my room. He's about to get revenge.
I put my ear to my door. Doesn't sound like getting some booty conversation out there. I hear him being a gentleman, offering her some water instead of dick. She sounded inebriated. I was like either she's about to be a sloppy lay or fall asleep on this poor dude. To be honest, I waited up for about 15 minutes to hear him put in some work. But there was just silence. Damn! No action. I'm going to sleep. Boooooooo!
Then, something was stirring near my bedroom door waking me up out of my sleep not even 10 minutes later. I thought I was dreaming when I woke up with my door slowly opening. I acted as if I was sleep, thinking if this is a robber, I'm about to go T'challa (From Black Panther) on his ass. And there was no way I could reach a weapon, so I stayed silent. "Are you a wake?", she whispered. "Hello, are your awake?", she whispered again.
I finally said, who is it? She was like, you know who it is in a rude accent like I knew her or something. I asked, what's going on? Next thing I know, she says, "He's knocked out, are you trying to fuck me?", she whispered even softer. I reached for a condom from my stash under my bed and the GOLD package shined from the moonlight like it was a Knight in Shining Armour. That answered her question. I told her to come closer so she can put it on. I wanted to be in control. And most women that are controlling in public, usually like to be dominated behind close doors. I was taking a literal shot in the dark.
When she reached my KING size bed, I could see that she only had laced panties underneath one of I'm guessing his T-Shirt. It READ, "Still Sober Over Here!" I'm guessing she's not Black Irish. She climbed on the bed and stood over me and told me to put the condom on. Oh oh, is she dominating in the bedroom too I questioned. She smiled with a devilishly grin, took of the St. Patrick's Day shirt and pulled her panties to the side. "I'm about to Ride that Pony", she slurred a bit. If you don't know 90's R&B, you may not get her reference from Ginuwine's number one, "Pony" song. She's got to be older than mid-twenties I thought.
When his company arrived, he was in his room still getting ready. I let them in and then when he heard them, he came out to greet them. It was a double date situation and it seemed this was some type of blind date or hookup from his friends girlfriend. Those never workout I was saying to myself as I greeted them in as well.
As I continued to work on my future passive incomes, they discussed most topics under the sun while getting intoxicated in the kitchen. I stayed listening to my music in the living room on low, while he blasted his music from his room for entertainment. Now, to put things into perspective, my roommate is half Irish and half Filipino. His date was as "Keisha" as they come. And what I mean is, she was the stereotypical Black woman described in Hollywood Hood Movies. Did you see B.A.P.S. with Halle Berry? She seemed double the EXTRA personality.
She was very attractive, but wore too much weave. Her body was insanely sexy though, overshadowing her shitty personality. She had a Big ole country booty with Breast that sat up without support. I'm guessing she was in her mid twenties, because my roommate is 26.
She was loud and took over the room with her obnoxious stories and passive aggressive expressions. It was all about her and her only. I was hoping my roommate who's name will stay anonymous good luck. I forgot to tell you, when I met her, she seemed very disinterested that I was even in my own apartment. She went straight to turning up with her girlfriend asking where are the drinks. "I'm sober again, let's do this!", she shouted.
Later on when I believe she was nice, I overheard her say, she doesn't date Black Men. I was appalled, but shook it off like Taylor Swift. She's not anyone's type I repeated. Fuck that bitch. The Black delegation would like to trade Keisha for Howie Mandel or Melissa McCarthy. If I was my roommate, It would be a "One Night "like the Dreamgirls Movie song.
They were heading out for more drinks somewhere close. I figured he would return with her since she seemed interested in having fun. I didn't hear sparks in there conversation the entire night though, but she just seemed horny. I still was kind of excited for him, because the only woman I'd seen this dude with was either his sister or mother since he moved in over a year ago. I'm like tell me your gay already dude. It's 2020 man, taste the RAINBOW like skittles. I must be still high, I'm craving candy. Anyway, they left and I said my fake Nice to meet you's, have a good night and bye's.
I couldn't sleep, so I was still up listening and critiquing music. It's one of the things I do currently on another blog and YouTube. But my eyes weren't having it tonight, leaning heavily for the count. I went in my bedroom, got comfortable and positioned myself to knockout close to 1 AM. Not even 5 minutes later, I heard my roommate and his one nightstand come through the front door. I was like, I'm I going to finally hear him get some ass? I know he's tired of hearing echos from my room. He's about to get revenge.
I put my ear to my door. Doesn't sound like getting some booty conversation out there. I hear him being a gentleman, offering her some water instead of dick. She sounded inebriated. I was like either she's about to be a sloppy lay or fall asleep on this poor dude. To be honest, I waited up for about 15 minutes to hear him put in some work. But there was just silence. Damn! No action. I'm going to sleep. Boooooooo!
Then, something was stirring near my bedroom door waking me up out of my sleep not even 10 minutes later. I thought I was dreaming when I woke up with my door slowly opening. I acted as if I was sleep, thinking if this is a robber, I'm about to go T'challa (From Black Panther) on his ass. And there was no way I could reach a weapon, so I stayed silent. "Are you a wake?", she whispered. "Hello, are your awake?", she whispered again.
I finally said, who is it? She was like, you know who it is in a rude accent like I knew her or something. I asked, what's going on? Next thing I know, she says, "He's knocked out, are you trying to fuck me?", she whispered even softer. I reached for a condom from my stash under my bed and the GOLD package shined from the moonlight like it was a Knight in Shining Armour. That answered her question. I told her to come closer so she can put it on. I wanted to be in control. And most women that are controlling in public, usually like to be dominated behind close doors. I was taking a literal shot in the dark.
When she reached my KING size bed, I could see that she only had laced panties underneath one of I'm guessing his T-Shirt. It READ, "Still Sober Over Here!" I'm guessing she's not Black Irish. She climbed on the bed and stood over me and told me to put the condom on. Oh oh, is she dominating in the bedroom too I questioned. She smiled with a devilishly grin, took of the St. Patrick's Day shirt and pulled her panties to the side. "I'm about to Ride that Pony", she slurred a bit. If you don't know 90's R&B, you may not get her reference from Ginuwine's number one, "Pony" song. She's got to be older than mid-twenties I thought.
I obliged and put the condom on my now pulsating Darth Vader head sized penis. She was impressed because she almost lost her balance coming down, while saying a whisper of a "Damn!!!!" I held up my dick with one hand, guiding her down with the other. I maybe a bad roommate, but I know when I should help women. It slid right in through her moist bottom lips, while she let out a slight groan. As she took most of my 9 inches, slowly grinding, she stared at me with glossy eyes, while biting her lower lip in passion. I positioned my hands around her large apple bottom giving her some help with her balance. I couldn't believe this was happening, I thought I hated this woman.
She put in no more than two minutes before I saw her eyes roll to the back of her head. Houston, we have lift off. Her legs started to shake and it looked like she was coming down for a kiss. I wasn't ready for all that, so I was already thinking about the Matrix move and avoiding it. I was wrong though luckily. She whispered in my ear, she was tired and can I take control. So I picked her up without removing my Magic Stick and laid her body on my silk sheets. And if you can't do this guys, consider yourself a rookie. Start reading my other BLOGS for pointers.
I straightened out her left leg down to the bed while lifting up her right leg in the air. I turned her body slightly on her side so I could position more dick inside her. She was looking at me with great ecstasy and surprise. I was a bit shorter than her, so she must of underestimated me. I saw the expression of "Oh Shit" in her eyes when I did a couple of my signature moves. There it goes again. Her left leg is shaking like Elvis.
I felt good about putting in quality work, but really awful about who it was with. If my roommate found out, we were going to have problems Houston. All I could think about was hurrying up so we wouldn't get caught. I needed my baby maker to squirt, so I could start my guilt trip sooner than later.
Her pussy stayed moist as it continued to leave cum marks on the side of my cock. I kept watching my shaft go in and out, intrigued by how much she was wet. It was everywhere, it even moved down to my balls. She was dripping all over my sheets as well, but all I could think about is when will it be my turn. "Oh my god, your not done yet?", she finally spoke after some time. Your going to learn today was all I could say. Then I told her, I only cum either when a woman's cheeks are up in the air, and she's face down or when she is rocking the mic (sucking my third leg). So, I gave her the two options and waited her out while I continued to poke.
Next thing I know, she slowly removed my wet and sticky dick from her pecan and started to lick her own juices off. I was about to get comfortable and lay down until she took it out of her mouth and positioned herself in my favorite style. Let's just say, Snoop Dogg's first album title was in play.
Her butt looked glossy in the moonlight from all her peach nectar. I was loving every minute of the texture, size and skin tone. I knew I was in for a challenge, so I retained a solid position. Once I gathered myself, I gave her slow and fast stroke combinations making her moan in the pillow. Her face was deep in MY PILLOW while her hands grip my sheets. I don't like this girl for nothing, but damn she had my dicks attention.
I open up her glutes to gain more wet pussy. Then, I put one hand on her side and the other on her left nipple. I felt so much of her walls I thought I was House Hunting. All I could see was her tapping out like in wrestling, quoting, "Fuck, FUCK, fuck! I acted like I didn't see or hear her because this actually turned me on more. I put my back into it and could feel something rumbling. I could feel myself almost there. She looked back at me with a look of hurry the fuck up. I ignored that as well and continued to take long strokes until I felt the condom fill. Okay, control freak, you happy now.
I laid down on one of the dry spots on the bed. Good, I can sleep on this side and change the sheets in the morning. Don't judge me, y'all do the same thing. Then we both heard a noise coming from my roommates room. "WTF" we both simultaneously spoke. She rushed out with only the T-Shirt to the common bathroom just in time. I heard him say, "Where were you? You want some more water or something?" She just told him her stomach is hurting and she couldn't sleep or go to the bathroom. Then I heard him say, "Where's your panties? Did you take them off last night while I was sleep?"
His room door closed and the conversation went away from my hearing distance. I jumped up and found her soaked garment. I sneaked out my room and positioned them in the bathroom behind the door. Just praying one of them fines them to put everything at ease.
By the afternoon when I finally woke, she was gone and my roommate was in the kitchen cleaning up. I asked him how was his date night. He shrugged his shoulders and said, "First dates huh?" He said she was a gold digger and only talked about herself. I could of told him that within the first 5 minutes of meeting her. I told him I was sorry to hear that, he'll find better. Then he told me she got sick in the middle of the night and must of been in the bathroom taking a number two most of the night. He mentioned to me she was so drunk, that he found her laced panties in the bathroom stained after she left. I said that's sounds nasty. He said, "they were soaked from her juices. She was horny all night, but when she got here, she went straight to sleep."
Sick of what I thought? This DICK!
The End!
Marquis J. Walker
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