My Roommates A Baker

At first, she thought the brownies tasted a little strange, but in her hunger, she ignored the slight twinge on her tongue. She didn't realize anything was wrong until her roommate walked into the kitchen.

He was wearing a t-shirt with a dinosaur design; coupled with his disheveled hair and skewed glasses, she thought this was hilarious.

"You look kinda funny today," she giggled. "Like some shut-in."

For a moment, he looked vaguely insulted. Then he saw the empty plate of brownies. He froze. "Hey, when'd you eat all of those?"

She shrugged. Her laughter kept bubbling between her words. "Dunno. Maybe about thirty minutes ago? An hour? Did you want some?"

"Well, I did. That's why I made them. Did you know they had... 'substances' in them?"

Blinking in confusion, she remembered the vague, strange bitterness. Her eyes slowly widened. "No, I didn't. But now that you mention it..."

He sighed and grabbed a glass of water, quickly filling it and pressing it into her hand. "Drink."

She did. "What's in them?"

Unsurprisingly, he didn't give a straight answer. "You're gonna go lay down now. You're about to be high as a kite in a few minutes, and I seriously don't feel like babysitting you during your first trip." He took the empty glass to put into the sink. "Could you go to your room and just go to bed until the high blows over? Please?"

"Only because you asked nicely." She stood to move to her room but her legs suddenly felt sluggish. Her mind wandered uncontrollably, as if focusing on walking was impossible. The lights suddenly felt too bright. She grabbed onto the kitchen counter for balance. "On second thought, maybe not, nevermind."

He was by her side in an instant. "What's wrong? Can you stand?"

She shook her head, the motion proving to be a mistake as her dizziness intensified. Before she could fall, she was in his arms. A slew of profanities and a few bumps against the doorframe later, she was tucked into his bed.

"Why am I in your bed? I wanna go to mine!" she grumbled.

"I changed my mind. I'm keeping you here to keep an eye on you," he responded firmly. He plopped onto a chair at his desk, booted up a game on his computer, and threw on his headphones. "You can't even stand. The last thing I need is to wake up and find you passed out on the floor with a concussion or something. You're staying here, and I'll help you with whatever. Now, go to sleep."

His reasoning made sense, she figured. Her head was spinning and his blankets were comfortable; maybe a quick nap wouldn't be too bad. She laid there with her eyes closed for some time, listening to her roommate's clicking and whispered curses, and waiting for the clouds in her mind to bring her vision to black.

But it never came. Instead, she suddenly felt her body heating up; the blanket, soft against her legs, suddenly felt a little more than comfortable. She struggled to sit up.

He watched her prop herself upright from the corner of his eye and paused his game. "What's up?"

"I'm burning up." She hooked her fingers underneath her waistband and slipped her shorts off, discarding it somewhere off the side of the bed. Her shirt followed suit.

For a moment, her roommate didn't react. There, in his bed, was his hot roommate, drugged out of her mind and perky tits on display. Her skin was flushed and her pupils were blown wide; she glared at him like she'd done nothing wrong. Jaw clenched, he turned back to his screen.

"Hey." Her words were slurred and weak. "I said I'm burning up. I want water."

He didn't look at her but left to fill another glass. As he watched the water fill the cup slowly, his thoughts roiled. He'd caught glimpses of her body before: moments when he'd accidentally peek into the bathroom after she was finished showering, or when he'd walk past her room, her door still ajar as she fucked herself with a dildo. And now, here she was, displaying herself to him. She didn't even know he dreamt about what she'd look like if she was split apart on his cock instead of some plastic toy, what she'd sound like if he pounded her sweet spots and rubbed her adorable clit.

The cup was full enough. He dropped in an ice cube and began to walk back. Then, right outside his door, he heard soft moans and quiet panting. He cracked his door open.

His dick hardened at the sight. The blanket was bundled at her feet as she propped her legs up and drove two fingers deep into herself. With her remaining hand, she grabbed clumsily at her own breasts, trying to tease and twist her nipples. Her hands moved sluggishly, almost like she was unsure with herself, and she groaned in frustration as she squirmed.

Before he knew what he was doing, he threw open the door. "How long are you planning on dirtying my sheets for?"

Instantly, she wrenched her hands away from her body. Her face turned deep red as her drug-clouds cleared. "I'm sorry, it was getting really warm. I wanted to get rid of it. I didn't know what else to do."

"What's getting warm, the room?" He feigned ignorance. "I could've just turned on the fan."

"No, not the room." She bit her lip and avoided his eyes. She pointed underneath her stomach. "Here."

Even if he wanted to, he wouldn't have been able to hide the massive boner she was giving him. He could feel it throbbing in his pants.

"Let me help you," he said.

She sputtered and started to decline, but he set the water down at his desk and strode over to the bed.

"You can barely move your arms, and you're getting my bed dirty with your sloppiness." His eyes raked over her body; her weeping pussy was making a growing splotch, and her nipples stood out like pebbles against her fair skin. "I'm just helping so you don't stain everything with your juices."

Flushed, she still shook her head. "I can just leave, you know? Just help me to my room--"

She yelped as he dragged her legs apart. He cupped a hand around her mound and pushed her clit into his palm. Surprised by the pleasure, she moaned and grabbed his arm.

"Responsive, aren't you?" he murmured, grinding his hand in a circle. He watched her flounder as confusion and ecstasy battled behind her eyes and her hands clawed at his wrist. "Don't worry. I said I'd help you with whatever." Carefully, he slipped a finger between her glistening folds. "Aww, so wet for me already."

He gathered her sticky juices and slowly dipped inside. In her drugged mind, her thoughts turned to slush; why was he between her legs, and why did it feel so wonderful? Her pussy throbbed and dripped onto his fingers. She bucked uncontrollably into him, her wondrous, lust-filled gaze transfixed on his big hands kneading at the haze of arousal. Her head spun.

Inside, his fingers curled, igniting her nerves. "You're so tight around my fingers, pet. You're getting close, I can feel it. Go on, cum. Cum all over my fingers."

Before they knew it, her walls clamped around his fingers and with a heated groan, she came hard. Her muscles spasmed around his still-moving fingers as he wrung ever bit of pleasure he could from her shuddering cunt. Waves of euphoria washed away her strength, hips twisting against her will. Gently, he slipped his fingers out.

She'd already lost control of her own body; she whimpered as her sore cunt clung to nothing and her wetness dribbled between her legs. Looking down, she realized her roommate was pulling off his pants, but with all the toxins in her veins, she could only stare in disbelief.

Her nails dug weakly into his skin, and he met her panicked eyes with raised eyebrows. She shook her head. "Won't fit."

For a moment, he considered shoving his entire length into her right there and then. Her cheeks were still crimson from her orgasm, sweat dripping from her chin. He brushed a thumb over her furrowed brow and ran a hand through her hair.

"Yes, it will," he soothed. "You're going to take all of it."

"No, it won't! Stop--"

He sank into her and she gasped. The drugs were running rampant through her system, enhancing every sensation. Despite how resistant she had been, she could feel her body stretching to accommodate as if it had been waiting for him. Her body hummed with need.

He groaned, pushing another inch into her sloppy pussy and coaxing another moan from her lips. "Fuck, that's hot. If I knew you were so fucking needy when you're high, I would've spiked your brownies way earlier."

The sounds coming from her body were unrecognizably animalistic as he began to fuck her. Bliss fogged her mind. She knew he had just said something she should've been concerned about, but her orgasm had blown her consciousness through the clouds. The pleasure eliminated any thoughts; she was bound to her instincts.

"Cum, baby. Cum on my cock," he groaned. "Fuck, you're tightening up so good for me. That's it, be a good slut and cum."

She cried his name. Her second orgasm was faster, more intense. Her pussy milked him, trying to sate a thirst she didn't know existed.

Suddenly, he flipped her onto her stomach. His arms wrapped around her trembling frame, and with his fully body weight, he sank himself fully back into her. With her hips angled, his cockhead slammed into her g-spot over and over. He pistoned fervently, in and out, in and out.

She screamed. Her legs kicked frantically and her tummy clenched.

"Are you gonna cum again? Already? You really are a slut." His amusement oozed from his words like the lust between their thighs. "You're so tight around me. You're so perfect, so warm--fuck, cum for me, I want you to cum until you're addicted to how I feel inside you. You're such a good cumdump for me."

Drool pooled onto the pillow below her as she babbled. "No, no, no, I came so much already!"

"Yes, darling, do it again." His thrusts turned bestial, and she screamed as she shattered underneath him. "There's my little whore. You're feeling so good, aren't you? You're getting turned on from being drugged and raped by your roommate, you dirty slut."

Stars danced across her vision. She could feel him swell inside her as he pounded at her walls and before she could breath, white-hot warmth flooded her body. She barely registered her hips rocking back to meet his, her lips chanting his name, her hands scabbling against his soaked sheets. All she knew was the thick rod of pain-pleasure between her legs.

"I'm close," he grunted. "You want it, don't you? You want me to cum inside. You want my seed to fill you up. You want to get pregnant. Fuck, yes, take it like a good slut and get fucking pregant--"

His cock pulsed.

She wanted to tell him to wait and pull out, but her words disappeared as he fucked her sweet spot. Her dripping cunt swallowed him deeper, and liquid warmth spurted inside. Rope after rope of sperm filled her womb.

Euphoria overcame them both. Panting for air, she laid limp underneath him as he pulled away, leaving her feeling empty and aching. He scooped her into his arms, laying her on her side and kissing away her tears. In a soft voice, he told her how good she was for him, how soft and sweet she had been, how much he loved being with her. How glad he was to finally get this moment, how eager he was to do it all again in the morning.

With his words in her ears and not an ounce of energy left to respond, exhaustion dragged her to sleep.