After Peter’s roommates walked in on Peter and me having sex on the couch, things began to change. As you recall, although startled by their sudden appearance, Peter forcefully took control of the situation and continued to have sex with me while his two friends watched.
Up until this point in our relationship, things were pretty normal. But after Peter took control that day, things slowly began to change. Although Peter already knew I was somewhat submissive, he began to explore just how submissive I could be. He was slowly becoming more controlling with each passing day.
He knew I had a history of being controlled in my previous relationships. I was very familiar with my role as the submissive girlfriend. Because of my previous sexual relationships when I was younger, where the men were older, like father figures, I thought all guys were controlling. I thought it was normal boyfriend behavior. This was all I knew up to this point in my young life. I was used and controlled from the very first time I had sex at sixteen with an older man and then by abusive boyfriends. I was young and naive. I was a good girl and did as I was told. I believed that this was what all girlfriends did to keep their boyfriends. It certainly worked for me, as I always had boyfriends.
Although Peter was polite and kind to me at the beginning of our relationship, I was not surprised that he was becoming more controlling. I was expecting it. This was normal for me. Looking back, it was probably my submissive nature that actually caused Peter to become more controlling. I allowed it. I expected it from him. So when presented with the opportunity, he took it, and I never objected.
To be honest, perhaps deep down, I enjoyed being submissive. I was a lost and confused girl. I was torn between being loved and being humiliated or used.
And so it began with Peter. It started off slow. He would ask me to perform different sexual acts with him. Nothing crazy; he wanted to try anal, then bondage, etc. I willingly submitted to his requests. The more I obeyed him, the more controlling he became. I was unknowingly empowering him by submitting to him.
I began spending more nights at his apartment than at my own home. Peter had even given me a key to the apartment, which made me feel like part of the group. I had become very friendly with his roommates, and they soon became my friends too. I felt very comfortable around them, as they did with me.
Living with three guys definitely helped me get over my shyness. I mean, it’s very difficult to live in a tiny apartment with three men and be modest. The guys often walked around half-naked, as did I. The towels hanging at the entrance of Peter’s den were now gone, so if they wanted to see me naked, all they had to do was look in the open entrance, and believe me, they did. I usually slept naked, as Peter and I had sex most nights. I would often run across the hall, from the den to the bathroom, naked. I didn’t have a housecoat, and I didn’t waste time getting dressed, only to undress in the bathroom.
The only issue that arose was the bathroom. Four people and one bathroom wasn’t working, especially when we all had morning classes.
Peter’s solution was to make it a community bathroom and that the door should remain open at all times except when someone had to take a shit. Of course, the guys were all in favor of this new rule. I objected because the shower had a glass door, so there was no privacy. But since I wasn’t paying rent, my objection didn’t matter.
From then on, it seemed every time I went into the shower, one of his friends would come into the bathroom as well. As they brushed their teeth or shaved, I could see them watching me in the mirror. I reluctantly accepted this arrangement because they had seen me naked many times, and by this point, there wasn’t anything left for them to see.
The idea that I was being watched in the shower almost every day was extremely erotic. At first, I tried to cover up my breasts with my arms when someone was in the bathroom, but eventually, I stopped covering up. I even started sneaking peeks at the roommates in the shower. The community bathroom was definitely adding sexual energy to the situation. I was never an exhibitionist, but I liked how the guys looked at me. It was a huge turn-on for me, as I’m sure it was for them.
Peter’s dominance continued to escalate. He began suggesting and then telling me what to wear. He began ordering me to make meals, do his laundry, clean the apartment, etc. I was already helping out around the apartment without being asked, but now he was getting demanding. Being a good girlfriend, I did as I was asked. I enjoyed pleasing Peter and helping out his roommates. Besides, I was very aware that I wasn’t paying rent. In a sense, I was now their maid, or worse yet, their mother.
As time went on, Peter became bolder. He insisted that I wear tops that could be unbuttoned. He forbade me to wear a bra, which wasn’t a big deal as I normally don’t wear one anyway.
When his roommates were around, he always made a point of unbuttoning a few buttons on my top so that his friends could see what little cleavage I had. I was happy to oblige, as I liked his roommates, especially Steve. Again, it was nothing they hadn’t seen before.
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One morning, Peter and one of the roommates had left early for classes. Steve and I had first-period spares, so we were alone in the apartment. I was running late, and he was taking a long shower. I didn’t want to say anything; after all, I was a guest in his apartment. I was getting anxious because I had a quiz in first class and couldn’t be late.
Steve was a sweetheart; he was always kind and respectful towards me, which I greatly appreciated. Somewhere along the line, a great deal of sexual tension developed between us. I knew he wanted me, but he would never make a move as he respected that I was with Peter.
I entered the bathroom hoping to move him along, but I immediately saw why he was taking so long. Steve was leaning back against the shower stall, stroking his cock. I quietly stood there, watching for a brief moment as he didn’t see me. I thought this was so hot. Was he thinking of me?
I don’t know what came over me, but I couldn’t wait any longer. “Hey Steve, I’m running late. Do you mind if I share the shower with you?” I asked as I stripped down.
I could tell I caught him totally off guard as he quickly straightened up and turned away from me. No doubt embarrassed at being caught jerking off.
“Ummm…” was all he could get out before I jumped in with him.
“Move over and let me have some of the water,” I giggled as I pushed myself into the petite stall. The shower was tiny, but Steve managed to turn sideways, I assume to avoid poking me with his erection.
As I let the warm, soothing water flow over me, I glanced down at Steve’s package. Like any college boy, he was hard as a rock and fully erect.
“Oh wow, you have a nice cock,” I said as Steve had nowhere to hide. He was too shy to respond.
“Pass the soap, please,” I asked in a matter-of-fact tone.
I lathered myself up. Then, with my soapy hands, I reached out and grabbed Steve’s cock, much to his surprise. Steve gasped as I immediately began stroking him.
“Ohhh…” His breathing became labored. The soap lubricated his cock, and it felt so smooth and slippery. I could feel the blood gushing through his veins as I tightened my grip.
“You like that?” I asked in a playful tone.
“Oh yeah…fuck yeah,” he responded.
“Okay, I only have time for a quick handjob. I can’t be late for my class. I have a quiz today.” I explained as I continued to stroke his cock.
Steve was completely taken aback and just stood there, not sure what to make of this morning’s treat. I could tell he wasn’t quite sure what to do.
“You can touch me if you like,” I seductively whispered in his ear as I was now leaning into him.
Steve immediately went for my breasts and began running his hands all over them. The soapy film made them smooth and glisten. He leaned down and kissed my neck. Shivers shot through my body as he nibbled on my neck and tweaked my rock-hard nipples.
I so wanted to fuck him right there and then, but I really didn’t have time. From his rapid breathing, I knew he would be ejaculating at any second. I picked up the pace and continued to stroke him fast and hard.
“Ahhh,” he whimpered as I felt his cock twitch and pulsate in my tiny hand. I continued to stroke him as he moaned and stiffened up. With a loud groan, he released his load. I stepped aside as a massive load of cum shot across the shower stall. Oh my, I was impressed.
“Oh wow, it looks like you needed that,” I commented.
“Fuck, yeah, I sure did,” Steve responded.
The thought of fucking him crossed my mind again, but I was running late and just didn’t have time to wait for him to recover. With that, I had a final rinse under the shower and quickly made my exit, leaving Steve in the shower to recover.
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A few days later, Peter asked me to wear a short skirt and a blouse that evening. I obliged, as I knew he wanted to show me off to his roommates. I certainly didn’t mind, as I was developing a crush on Steve.
That entire evening, Peter kept feeding me a combination of alcohol and marijuana as we sat on the couch watching TV. The more stoned I became, the more buttons on my blouse became unfastened. The guys quietly watched.
As the evening wore on and we all became more intoxicated or high, Peter began kissing and making out with me on the couch. I had to admit that making out in front of his roommates was quite a turn-on. Suddenly the room had grown silent as the two guys just sat across from us in silence, watching from their seats.
I just closed my eyes and submitted. This was exactly what happened with previous boyfriends. As much as things changed with me going to college, I had fallen into the same type of relationship as when I was in high school. Why did I let guys use me like this?
That evening, Peter was all over me. I pretended to pass out and leaned back on the couch as Peter continued. My blouse was now totally unbuttoned and open, fully exposing my breasts. Peter had managed to hike up my skirt, and soon my panties were off and flung across the room.
As I lay back, with my eyes closed and my legs spread, Peter began to finger me.
“Oh fuck, you’re so wet,” he moaned as he plunged a finger inside of me. Little did he know I was thinking of Steve.
I moaned as I listened to the slurping sounds of his fingers plunging into me. I knew his friends were watching, but I couldn’t bring myself to open my eyes and look at them. Why was he humiliating me like this? I was sure that Steve wouldn’t treat me this way.
I heard Peter unbuckle his belt. He pulled my head down onto his cock. As I parted my lips to take him in, I briefly glanced at the guys sitting just a few feet from me. Steve looked upset. I closed my eyes and continued to suck Peter’s cock. I was pretty much naked at this point, and I feared that Peter was going to share me with his friends.
This situation was eerily familiar to what I had experienced a year or so earlier, when my ex-boyfriend used to get me drunk at the park and share me with his buddies. That’s how all the slut rumors about me started in high school (see that story). And here I was in the same situation. Peter didn’t know it, but I was actually looking forward to being shared with Steve.
Peter held my head firmly and moved my head up and down his shaft. Peter wasn’t big, so I didn’t have much trouble sucking him.
Peter suddenly stopped and scooted off the couch, standing over me. He grabbed my legs and positioned me over the edge of the couch seat. He then spread my legs wide open and got into position.
Before I could object, he plowed into me. I had visions of Peter sharing me with his two roommates. I mean, this is where all this was heading, wasn’t it?
‘Awe…” I gasped as I felt his cock push deep into me. He wasn’t gentle at all.
“Oh fuck, you feel so good.” He moaned as he began pumping his cock into me.
And then I heard those dreadful words… ”You guys want to join in?” Peter broke the silence.
Unable to look me directly in the eye, Steve hesitantly spoke, “Umm, we’re just going out to get some food; want anything?”
“No thanks; I’ve got plenty of pie here.” Peter chuckled as he continued to thrust in and out of me.
I felt a sense of relief when I heard the guys leave. At least they showed some class by leaving.
Within seconds of the guys leaving, Peter ejaculated. I guess he didn’t need to hold back any longer for his friends.
I got up and had a quick shower before crashing into his bed.
I began to get concerned about where this relationship was heading and whether I wanted to go down that road again. Peter was kind and respectful when we first started going out, but now he had turned into one of my ex-boyfriends. He was typical of every guy I had previously dated.
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