It was a few weeks before I would run into Kyle again, just enough time to put the entire incident out of my mind and even convince myself maybe it didn’t really happen.
I was home alone, Jillian had gone out with one of her new friends and I was very grateful for the space. In anticipation of my night of solitude I had bought a six pack of light beer, rented one of my favorite films, Breakfast at Tiffany's and made a bowl of popcorn.
I'd already finished one can of beer and was well into the second as the movie began. I do not drink much or often so I was already feeling pretty good. I was only about twenty minutes into the film when there was a knock on the door, I wasn't expecting anyone so decided not to answer; the knock became more insistent. I figured it was someone probably looking for Jillian so I went to tell them she wasn't home.
I opened the door without checking the peep hole first, a terrible habit, and as I threw the door open there was Kyle filling the entranceway. He leaned in against the door frame, whisky on his breath, his hair tousled and a very dangerous expression on his face. He looked into the apartment his expression wicked as he noted the popcorn and single can of beer on the end table.
“Hey Sash,” the abbreviated version of my name slipping off his tongue like a hiss, gave me goose bumps. I swallowed hard and just stared at him with what I had hoped to be a menacing glare, he continued undaunted. “Ran into Jilly down at the spot, and she told me you were here all by yourself.” As he spoke he pushed past me into the living room, in spite of my attempt to block his entrance.
“I remembered how much fun we had last time, and thought what an opportunity to make some more memories while Jill is out getting her ‘girl on’. “ he leered at me and I was suddenly very frightened, yet also filled with a strange tingling that seemed to emanate from between my thighs. The alcohol I’d consumed making me bold, I slammed the apartment door in irritation and stepped right up to him demanding in a belligerent tone that he leave!
The slap landed so fast I had no time to avoid it, his palm finding its mark square on my cheek with enough force to land me sprawling on the couch, tears immediately leaping to my eyes. “Don’t you ever talk to me like that again you stupid little bitch or next time you’ll get more then a little love tap!” he snarled and all I could do was stare up at him face stinging and speechless.
Then with a feline pounce he was on top of me, straddling me, his hands grabbing my arms and pinning them over my head into the couch cushions. His mouth was hot, fast and brutal pummeling my lips, tongue invading as his crotch pressed against me. I could feel how hard he was just digging into me. I squirmed whimpering in protest, but my body was responding in a much different fashion.
His kisses were making my head swim; combined with the alcohol I was feeling almost dizzy. My pussy was suddenly flooding wet, soaking my panties and dampening my sweat bottoms. With one hand he continued to ruthlessly grip and squeeze my wrists, I could feel the bones creaking in his grasp. With the other he began squeezing my breasts alternating, pinching, twisting, and hurting me. I tried to wiggle free, but he had me pinned like a butterfly to corkboard. I wasn’t going anywhere.
He leaned back grinning evilly. “Such nice fat tits, I love your tits Sash and I especially enjoy hurting them.” He punctuated this by grabbing my left breast and crushing it in his hand. I cried out and he slapped me again, this time not as hard as before. “Shhhh slut! You are not allowed to make sound yet; you need to learn your place!” I burst into tears but this only made Kyle’s smile wider. “Go ahead and cry whore, makes my cock so hard.” And I could feel the truth of his statement as his bulge grew and pressed tighter still to me.
He suddenly stood pulling me up by my arms, “We are going to your room now slut and I’m going to make you cum so fucking hard.” I was now stumbling to try and keep up as he basically dragged me to my room, kicking the door open. He threw me to the bed, and walked to my dressed grabbing one of my fancy scarves from the top. I was paralyzed watching him, pussy pulsing, heart racing, so afraid yet something else. I felt my face burning, this was wrong!
He pushed me back flat again catching my wrists this time lashing them together with the scarf and looping round my head board. I began pleading with him not to do this but snapped my mouth shut as he raised his hand menacingly. After securing my hands, he reached down and with a swift snap of his wrist broke the straps of my tank top, pulling it down, my breasts popping loose, nipples instantly snapping taut. “Yes that’s what I like to see.” He seemed to be speaking to himself.
Then grabbing the waist of my sweat pants he pulled the shredded remains of my top and my bottoms off in one swift motion. I was then laid bare and utterly vulnerable before him, eyes welling up again with tears, lower lip quivering. “Now look what we have here, just as hot and fuckable as I remember.” I close my eyes face seared red with shame.
He hit my right breast a hard slap, making me jump and scream. “Open your fucking eyes whore; I want you to see what I’m doing to you! Understand!? “ I nodded mutely, trembling, the pain in my breast having a strange affect as my pussy seemed to swell in response to the pain, the tingling growing more insistent. SMACK, he hit again this time a swift palm swing to the left breast, “ I couldn’t hear you BITCH!” I jumped moaning, “Yes, yes, yes….I understand.”
“I understand…what?” he snarled fiercely hand up. “Siiir, sir, I understand Sir.” I don’t know how I knew what Kyle wanted, but this seemed to appease him and he nodded, reaching down and rolling my fat pink nipples between his fingers. “That’s right, slut. Very good. And just look at this.” As he spoke he reached down and slid his index finger over my incredibly slick slit, my clit throbbing hard and standing thick from my swollen cunt lips. I shuddered from the pleasure of it, not wanting it, but unable to not feel it.
“Yes this is going to be a nice saucy little fuck hole for me.” he jabbed his finger inside, slipping easily into my wetness making me bite lip to not moan, not wanting to show him how good it felt. But he knew, he could tell. I hated it, but felt that need growing over riding my rational mind. “You’ll be begging for my cock soon enough Sasha.” He purred, and the worst part was I knew it was true, even as I shook my head in denial.
My breasts still mildly stinging he returned to pinching my nipples, growing increasingly more aggressive with them until I was squirming and squealing from the pain. His eyes were all a light and I could tell he was really getting off on it and it was doing something strange to me. I was so hot, I felt like my pussy was going to explode without him even touching it. I couldn’t escape him, as he tortured me.
Finally he stopped and I was sobbing breathlessly, my body quaking like a seizure. He dipped his fingers back into my cunt, and I could hear the wetness, feel it making my thighs slick. This time I moaned loud. I wanted more, to have him stretching me, making me dirty. “What a fucking slut, your pussy is so wet, your soaked all the way to your asshole.” As if to accentuate the fact he slid his fingertip over my puckered anus, I shrieked “NO” as if he were trying to murder me.
“Oh you will be begging me to fill this hole too eventually Slutty Sasha, I promise. I am going to make a world class fuck toy out of you yet.” He wiggled his finger pressing it to my asshole not quite pushing it inside. I tried to buck away, while he laughed at my attempts. Drawing his hand away, he returned to working on my pussy, stroking my clit, rolling it in his fingers until I thought I would lose my mind, involuntarily my body responding, hips rising, breath ragged.
“You want it baaaad, doncha? Like a fucking bitch in heat needing to be mounted? Say it Sasha, say you need my cock and I’ll give you the pounding of your life.” I tossed my head side to side almost incoherent muttering “no, no, no”; but his hands were doing things to me, and then he began sucking my tenderized nips. My refusal was quickly converted to begging. Panting the words, body aching, “please, please, please.” I chanted.
“Please what slut?” I could hear the triumph and amusement in his voice. “Please, Kyle, please…. “ I didn’t want to say it, didn’t want to admit it, didn’t want to need it. He wiggled his finger teasingly over my clit, and I almost shouted “Please FUCK ME, just like the whore you say I am, pleeeeaaaaaase.” He laughed pulling away from me, and stripping, his cock standing out like a flag pole, his erection glistening with pre-cum.
“That’s a good, good little bitch. Now I’m going to give you just what that filthy little hole needs.” He pulled my legs up, stretching my body uncomfortably against my bound wrists. Placing my ankles on his shoulders he drove his straining shaft into me, hard, bruising me with the first thrust and not relenting as he did exactly as he promised and ploughed me rough and painfully. Thrashing my cunt with his cock, I came explosively screaming for more, and got it.
He fucked me for several hours, rotating my body into various positions, slapping my tits and ass occasionally as he saw fit. The pain only made my orgasms more intense, and I was humiliated by my body but driven to such incredible heights of pleasure, I get turned on just remembering it. He used me until he couldn’t hold back then shot his load over my tits, smearing my chest with his cum.
Wiping himself off on my sweat stained bed spread, he got up and dressed, then finally untied me. I lay completely spent and worn. “I’m leaving now Sasha, but I will be back we still have so much more to explore.” He reached down and tweaked my clit and slid a finger deep in my battered pussy, “I own this fine little cock slot, and you know it.” I could only stare at him helplessly as he laughed, then turned and left.
But I did know it. Already I was thinking of what might happen the next time.
8/6/09
7/8/09
Watching
My roommate Jillian didn’t just limit herself to bringing home men, she was an equal opportunity slut girls were fair game too. I had no warning and so discovered this completely by surprise. It was a long weekend and I had told Jillian that I was going to go stay the holiday with my parents to visit them and give her some space. She had been very grateful.
However, my father came down with a terrible cold and my mom didn’t want me to risk catching it, so I was told not to come. In addition to this I was not able to get a hold of my roommate as she must have turned her phone off again. I left a note on the door that later I would find kicked across the hall as it had apparently fallen off.
Late, maybe close to 2:00 a.m. I was awakened by voices and laughter. I heard my name clearly spoken by someone I did not recognize, a female someone. Answered by Jillian’s soft breathy tones, in her full drunken whore voice, “Oh don’t worry Sasha won’t crash our little party. She is at Mommy and Daddy’s for the weekend.” I felt a little hurt by the way she said it but then that is Jillian.
“Good, then bring that drink over here close to me.” I heard the other woman say. My roommate stopped and turned on the stereo something I didn’t know very well began to play, I think it was Norah Jones. I could no longer hear their conversation. I’m not sure what possessed me but my curiosity was driving me mad, who was Jillian with. I crept from my bed, in just my long t’shirt and bare feet, silently I cracked my bedroom door.
My room is adjacent to the hall entrance so I can see half of the living room couch from my bedroom. When I peeked through the crack, I almost gasped aloud at the lovely black woman sitting in my view. It was Jillian’s boss’s wife. I recognized her from a company picnic she had dragged me off too in the spring. Jacki was her name and she looked like a woman on the prowl.
“Come sit by me Jilly.” she crooned and patted the sofa next to her, I could see so clearly as my roommate took the seat fresh beverage in her hand. My mind was screaming for me to stop looking and mind my own business. Go back to bed I kept telling myself but I was mesmerized eyes glued to that tiny gap in the door. Jacki, took the offered drink and set it on the coffee table behind her, without ever taking her eyes off Jillian.
They sat facing one another eyes locked. Jacki reached out tugged at the hem of the other girls’ tank top, tilting her head forward and raising her eyebrow. “Is this really necessary?” she purrs. Jillian jumps as if scolded and shakes her head quickly pulling the tiny top up and over her head, revealing her pert size B breasts with huge baby pink areolas. I blinked hard.
I couldn’t believe what I was seeing, or the fact I was now staring at my roommates naked tits. I had even sunk down to my knees to get a more comfortable view. I leaned closer, the two women light and dark filled my view. Jacki then took one of those rosy nipples between her fingers and rolled it slowly, watching Jillian’s face flush with pleasure her body arching.
“Now kiss me girl, or I’ll tan your ass with my belt.” the other woman commanded. Jillian again responded with an urgent motion, planting her plush pink lips to Jacki’s soft magenta ones. In moments they are all over one another tongues, lips and fingertips. I am breathing faster, my lower lip trembling imaging I am Jillian and those pliant lips and questing fingers are touching me. I can’t believe how wet I am, I feel so dirty but the tingling in my clit is maddening, like an itch that must be scratched.
They are now laying out on the couch, clothes in a pile on the floor, Jacki’s mocha skin the perfect compliment to Jillian’s milk white. They slide over one another, skin, sweat, and skin. It is not anything like the posing of porn stars but the raw animalistic fucking of bitches in heat. Without being fully aware of it I begin stroking my slippery crease, fingers pressing firm against my pulsing clit. I don’t care how filthy it makes me feel, the lust consumes me.
Jillian’s face is buried between Jacki’s outstretched legs, I can’t quite see but from her moans of pleasure I know she is cumming and cumming. The sounds are so hot, so intense, I sink two long fingers into my own needy cunt, groaning softly, my own rising climax only seconds away listening to them, I fall forward against the door spilling out into the hallway my body shuddering with the spasms of my orgasm.
Thankfully the music and their oblivious passion covers my clumsiness and I am able to scramble into my room again unnoticed. Trembling I press the door quietly closed. Later I would find out that Jillian had actually seen me sprawled in orgasmic bliss on the floor like some kind of cheap slut, but that is for another time.
However, my father came down with a terrible cold and my mom didn’t want me to risk catching it, so I was told not to come. In addition to this I was not able to get a hold of my roommate as she must have turned her phone off again. I left a note on the door that later I would find kicked across the hall as it had apparently fallen off.
Late, maybe close to 2:00 a.m. I was awakened by voices and laughter. I heard my name clearly spoken by someone I did not recognize, a female someone. Answered by Jillian’s soft breathy tones, in her full drunken whore voice, “Oh don’t worry Sasha won’t crash our little party. She is at Mommy and Daddy’s for the weekend.” I felt a little hurt by the way she said it but then that is Jillian.
“Good, then bring that drink over here close to me.” I heard the other woman say. My roommate stopped and turned on the stereo something I didn’t know very well began to play, I think it was Norah Jones. I could no longer hear their conversation. I’m not sure what possessed me but my curiosity was driving me mad, who was Jillian with. I crept from my bed, in just my long t’shirt and bare feet, silently I cracked my bedroom door.
My room is adjacent to the hall entrance so I can see half of the living room couch from my bedroom. When I peeked through the crack, I almost gasped aloud at the lovely black woman sitting in my view. It was Jillian’s boss’s wife. I recognized her from a company picnic she had dragged me off too in the spring. Jacki was her name and she looked like a woman on the prowl.
“Come sit by me Jilly.” she crooned and patted the sofa next to her, I could see so clearly as my roommate took the seat fresh beverage in her hand. My mind was screaming for me to stop looking and mind my own business. Go back to bed I kept telling myself but I was mesmerized eyes glued to that tiny gap in the door. Jacki, took the offered drink and set it on the coffee table behind her, without ever taking her eyes off Jillian.
They sat facing one another eyes locked. Jacki reached out tugged at the hem of the other girls’ tank top, tilting her head forward and raising her eyebrow. “Is this really necessary?” she purrs. Jillian jumps as if scolded and shakes her head quickly pulling the tiny top up and over her head, revealing her pert size B breasts with huge baby pink areolas. I blinked hard.
I couldn’t believe what I was seeing, or the fact I was now staring at my roommates naked tits. I had even sunk down to my knees to get a more comfortable view. I leaned closer, the two women light and dark filled my view. Jacki then took one of those rosy nipples between her fingers and rolled it slowly, watching Jillian’s face flush with pleasure her body arching.
“Now kiss me girl, or I’ll tan your ass with my belt.” the other woman commanded. Jillian again responded with an urgent motion, planting her plush pink lips to Jacki’s soft magenta ones. In moments they are all over one another tongues, lips and fingertips. I am breathing faster, my lower lip trembling imaging I am Jillian and those pliant lips and questing fingers are touching me. I can’t believe how wet I am, I feel so dirty but the tingling in my clit is maddening, like an itch that must be scratched.
They are now laying out on the couch, clothes in a pile on the floor, Jacki’s mocha skin the perfect compliment to Jillian’s milk white. They slide over one another, skin, sweat, and skin. It is not anything like the posing of porn stars but the raw animalistic fucking of bitches in heat. Without being fully aware of it I begin stroking my slippery crease, fingers pressing firm against my pulsing clit. I don’t care how filthy it makes me feel, the lust consumes me.
Jillian’s face is buried between Jacki’s outstretched legs, I can’t quite see but from her moans of pleasure I know she is cumming and cumming. The sounds are so hot, so intense, I sink two long fingers into my own needy cunt, groaning softly, my own rising climax only seconds away listening to them, I fall forward against the door spilling out into the hallway my body shuddering with the spasms of my orgasm.
Thankfully the music and their oblivious passion covers my clumsiness and I am able to scramble into my room again unnoticed. Trembling I press the door quietly closed. Later I would find out that Jillian had actually seen me sprawled in orgasmic bliss on the floor like some kind of cheap slut, but that is for another time.
7/5/09
That first time with Kyle
I hear the key in the lock, and two voices. Sounds like my roommate is home and damn she brought that man home with her again. It isn’t that I’m a prude or anything, but whenever she has Kyle over there is always strange tension between us. I hate the way he looks at me, as if I am some sort of coveted object. He rarely speaks directly to me, and when he does his eyes are all over my body never my face, makes me so uncomfortable.
They are particularly loud talking in the living room, even worse they are drunk. I can’t quite clearly make out what they are saying, but I swear I hear Kyle say my name and Jillian laugh. It draws me from my bed, I press my ear to the door to try and hear better. What I catch from the other room makes me pull back in shock; they are talking about the sex club they just came from and maybe watching some porn.
I am blushing fiercely wishing I had not given in to my curiosity. I really don’t like knowing such things about my housemate. It’s bad enough I can hear her fucking these degenerate men she brings home. The sound of the television coming on hides further conversation. I stay in my room avoiding contact with them and eventually I hear them retire to Jillian’s room.
I figure they will soon be too involved in some wickedness and too busy to notice me venturing out to the kitchen. My long t’shirt easily covers me, but I put my robe on anyway, just in case I do run in to Kyle, I don’t want him seeing any more of me then I can help. As I walk past Jillian’s bedroom I can hear her moaning, and I speed up my steps to get by, yet the sound can still be heard in the kitchen, though they are considerably muted.
I can’t help listening, the sounds of her pleasure making knots out of my nipples. Damn I feel like such a pervert actually becoming aroused by my roommate’s sex romps. This is another reason I hate it when she brings men over, and she is particularly loud with Kyle. I am blushing trying not to think any more about what they might be doing, but the cotton of my t’shirt brushing my distended nipples is maddening. I feel my pussy begin to ache with horny sympathy.
I haven’t been with anyone in a long time; I think to myself, this must be why I am so turned on. Its not like I am some sort of voyeur or something, I tell myself pulling the refrigerator door open and perusing the contents. This distracts me long enough to ignore the noises from the other room. I grab a snack and a soda and head back to my room.
As soon as I set my stuff down, shedding my robe and getting ready to slip back into bed to watch some t.v. and eat my snack. I realize I forgot to turn out the main light in the kitchen, damn. I’m sure they are still deep in whatever nastiness they have going on so without bothering again with the robe or anything I return to the kitchen. I don’t really hear anything from Jillian’s room, but I am intentionally trying to ignore it.
I flip the switch and head back to my room, the soft glow coming under my door to light my way. I make it about three steps when I hear someone coming up behind me from the direction of Jillian’s room. I try to step up my pace, but Kyle catches hold of my arm, before I can escape. His hands are so large and slightly rough. “Hey Sasha, there you are, I was hoping to see you tonight.” He pulls me against him and I struggle to free my arm. “Kyle, stop it!” I can smell the tequila on his breath; feel the heat of his nearly naked body at my back.
“Now Sasha don’t be like that.” He holds me with one hand and suddenly the other is gripping my left breast through my thin cotton t’shirt, a jolt of raw need jags through me and I gasp, my entire body trembles. I feel paralyzed. “See I know you like it,” his fingers find my rock hard nip and begin to squeeze and roll it, “Jillian has passed out, I was too much for her tonight.” He is almost purring into my ear.
“Stop it,” I manage in a very tiny weak voice, my pussy is positively throbbing though and I feel dizzy. “Leave me alone Kyle.” He laughs, “See I can’t do that Sasha, now with your hot horny body begging me like this. I’ve seen how flushed you get when you accidentally catch me touching Jillian. I’ve seen how these pretty tits of your just jump to attention too.” He gives my nipple a harder squeeze and I gasp. I am awash with humiliation I can’t help those reactions, I never dreamed he had noticed them.
He begins to move forward using the leverage on my arm and his substantially larger frame to move me towards my room. I try to lock my knees, plant my feet something, but my brain is sluggish, my body is on fire. He directs me with little effort muttering, “God you are such a hot bitch, I am going to really enjoy this.” His words wash over me like the heat from a campfire. I am shaking uncontrollably.
“Open the door Sasha, so far I have been gentle, you don’t want me to be cruel do you?” his tone is sharp as a razor blade I know he is serious and I am frightened by him, I always have been. I whimper in response but comply. “See I knew you would be a good girl Sasha,” he says pushing me into my room with a forceful shove. I lose my feet falling face down on the bed. I hear the turn of the lock clicking into place. “That should assure us some privacy.”
I try to stand, but he puts his hand in the small of my back pushing me into the mattress. “NO,” He barks, “I want you just like this, don’t fight me Sash and I can make this really good for you.” I can feel the tears stinging my eyes, I bite my lower lip. “Please Kyle, don’t.” it comes out almost a whisper. A sharp hard slap lands on my left ass cheek through my pink cotton panties. “Shut up you little whore! Or there will be a lot more of that and worse, understand?”
I burst into tears, stammering “Yes, please don’t hurt me.” He rips my panties down the left seam actually tearing loose, he leaves them dangling round my thigh. I hear him grunt in approval at what he sees. “Such a wonderful little ass, I bet its good and tight too isn’t it?” I am too mortified to respond. He begins to stroke my ass cheeks, squeezing caressing, pulling them apart as if inspecting my anus.
I squirm; I don’t want him to touch me this is so humiliating. I don’t want this, but the pulsing in my clit feels so good. The tears are jus flowing now down my face; Kyle does not seem to mind that at all. “I know you like it. “He says pulling my thighs apart, opening me to him. I press my face into the bed, buried in the comforter. I feel him stroke my now slippery wet slit with two fingers, my hips automatically respond. “Oh yes, I knew it,” those fingers dip deep into my pussy, and it feels so good I almost forget that this is against my will.
Sloppy wet noises issue from my throbbing cunt as he finger-fucks me really leaning into each thrust of his digits. “Look how wet you are, you dirty, dirty bitch. I am going to slide right into this juicy little fuck hole.” So saying he pulls his fingers free dripping with my juices. He then grabs a handful of my hair pulling violently raising my face from the bed and presses his pussy soaked fingers against my lips.
“Taste it slut! Taste how hot and horny you are for my cock.” he jerks harder on my hair and my lips fly open with a gasp and I taste my own juices from his fingers. I can’t believe this is happening, even worse I feel a lusty twinge in my cunt, wanting so desperately to be filled again. I moan against his invading fingers, so embarrassed, but now so turned on I can barely think.
“Oh yes, that’s a gooood girl. “ He croons, pulling his fingers back, and then placing his hands on my thighs he stretches me wider angling me just right, then impaling me on his shaft. Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck, so hard, so steel fucking hard, and hot and big and oh fuck. My mind is reeling with shame and horror, but my body is on fire, cunt clenching tight around his fat cock now buried in side me. “Yes, such a tight, slick snatch, just like I like it.” he growls pushing deeper inside, and building a rhythm as he pumps me.
I can’t control myself, hips bucking beneath his pummeling and the waves of pleasure building against my wishes. I am silently crying out no, but I can feel the climax creeping up. “That’s it horny bitch, cum. I want to feel your fine fuck hole cum for Me.” the moment he snarls the words I orgasm; crying out a small thin abbreviated scream, a fresh flood of pussy juice washing over his cock. I feel crazy, lost, and still burning.
He strokes in and out of me faster and faster, grunting, I cum several more times as he thrashes my tender cunt. His words growing coarser calling me names. His skin is so hot, I feel his dick pulsing and straining. Suddenly he pulls free of my sloppy slit, spraying my ass cheeks with a generous load of his own cum, the feel of it pooling on my asshole actually makes me gasp with pleasure and burn with shame.
He chuckles; I can feel him looking down at me. I can’t move, I don’t want to look at him. I feel so confused, dirty, used, but also so physically good. “Just as I thought you are ripe for me Sasha, a forbidden fruit for my delight. So don’t you dare think this is the end, do what I want and I promise not to tell Jillian. Believe me, I can convince her all of this was all your fault, and you will find yourself looking for a new place to live. Now both of us don’t want that. So keep it in mind for next time. Such a good fuck toy you are.”
He does not wait for my response, leaving me there face down and violated on my bed his sperm drying on my ass. I am crying again, but also strangely calm.
They are particularly loud talking in the living room, even worse they are drunk. I can’t quite clearly make out what they are saying, but I swear I hear Kyle say my name and Jillian laugh. It draws me from my bed, I press my ear to the door to try and hear better. What I catch from the other room makes me pull back in shock; they are talking about the sex club they just came from and maybe watching some porn.
I am blushing fiercely wishing I had not given in to my curiosity. I really don’t like knowing such things about my housemate. It’s bad enough I can hear her fucking these degenerate men she brings home. The sound of the television coming on hides further conversation. I stay in my room avoiding contact with them and eventually I hear them retire to Jillian’s room.
I figure they will soon be too involved in some wickedness and too busy to notice me venturing out to the kitchen. My long t’shirt easily covers me, but I put my robe on anyway, just in case I do run in to Kyle, I don’t want him seeing any more of me then I can help. As I walk past Jillian’s bedroom I can hear her moaning, and I speed up my steps to get by, yet the sound can still be heard in the kitchen, though they are considerably muted.
I can’t help listening, the sounds of her pleasure making knots out of my nipples. Damn I feel like such a pervert actually becoming aroused by my roommate’s sex romps. This is another reason I hate it when she brings men over, and she is particularly loud with Kyle. I am blushing trying not to think any more about what they might be doing, but the cotton of my t’shirt brushing my distended nipples is maddening. I feel my pussy begin to ache with horny sympathy.
I haven’t been with anyone in a long time; I think to myself, this must be why I am so turned on. Its not like I am some sort of voyeur or something, I tell myself pulling the refrigerator door open and perusing the contents. This distracts me long enough to ignore the noises from the other room. I grab a snack and a soda and head back to my room.
As soon as I set my stuff down, shedding my robe and getting ready to slip back into bed to watch some t.v. and eat my snack. I realize I forgot to turn out the main light in the kitchen, damn. I’m sure they are still deep in whatever nastiness they have going on so without bothering again with the robe or anything I return to the kitchen. I don’t really hear anything from Jillian’s room, but I am intentionally trying to ignore it.
I flip the switch and head back to my room, the soft glow coming under my door to light my way. I make it about three steps when I hear someone coming up behind me from the direction of Jillian’s room. I try to step up my pace, but Kyle catches hold of my arm, before I can escape. His hands are so large and slightly rough. “Hey Sasha, there you are, I was hoping to see you tonight.” He pulls me against him and I struggle to free my arm. “Kyle, stop it!” I can smell the tequila on his breath; feel the heat of his nearly naked body at my back.
“Now Sasha don’t be like that.” He holds me with one hand and suddenly the other is gripping my left breast through my thin cotton t’shirt, a jolt of raw need jags through me and I gasp, my entire body trembles. I feel paralyzed. “See I know you like it,” his fingers find my rock hard nip and begin to squeeze and roll it, “Jillian has passed out, I was too much for her tonight.” He is almost purring into my ear.
“Stop it,” I manage in a very tiny weak voice, my pussy is positively throbbing though and I feel dizzy. “Leave me alone Kyle.” He laughs, “See I can’t do that Sasha, now with your hot horny body begging me like this. I’ve seen how flushed you get when you accidentally catch me touching Jillian. I’ve seen how these pretty tits of your just jump to attention too.” He gives my nipple a harder squeeze and I gasp. I am awash with humiliation I can’t help those reactions, I never dreamed he had noticed them.
He begins to move forward using the leverage on my arm and his substantially larger frame to move me towards my room. I try to lock my knees, plant my feet something, but my brain is sluggish, my body is on fire. He directs me with little effort muttering, “God you are such a hot bitch, I am going to really enjoy this.” His words wash over me like the heat from a campfire. I am shaking uncontrollably.
“Open the door Sasha, so far I have been gentle, you don’t want me to be cruel do you?” his tone is sharp as a razor blade I know he is serious and I am frightened by him, I always have been. I whimper in response but comply. “See I knew you would be a good girl Sasha,” he says pushing me into my room with a forceful shove. I lose my feet falling face down on the bed. I hear the turn of the lock clicking into place. “That should assure us some privacy.”
I try to stand, but he puts his hand in the small of my back pushing me into the mattress. “NO,” He barks, “I want you just like this, don’t fight me Sash and I can make this really good for you.” I can feel the tears stinging my eyes, I bite my lower lip. “Please Kyle, don’t.” it comes out almost a whisper. A sharp hard slap lands on my left ass cheek through my pink cotton panties. “Shut up you little whore! Or there will be a lot more of that and worse, understand?”
I burst into tears, stammering “Yes, please don’t hurt me.” He rips my panties down the left seam actually tearing loose, he leaves them dangling round my thigh. I hear him grunt in approval at what he sees. “Such a wonderful little ass, I bet its good and tight too isn’t it?” I am too mortified to respond. He begins to stroke my ass cheeks, squeezing caressing, pulling them apart as if inspecting my anus.
I squirm; I don’t want him to touch me this is so humiliating. I don’t want this, but the pulsing in my clit feels so good. The tears are jus flowing now down my face; Kyle does not seem to mind that at all. “I know you like it. “He says pulling my thighs apart, opening me to him. I press my face into the bed, buried in the comforter. I feel him stroke my now slippery wet slit with two fingers, my hips automatically respond. “Oh yes, I knew it,” those fingers dip deep into my pussy, and it feels so good I almost forget that this is against my will.
Sloppy wet noises issue from my throbbing cunt as he finger-fucks me really leaning into each thrust of his digits. “Look how wet you are, you dirty, dirty bitch. I am going to slide right into this juicy little fuck hole.” So saying he pulls his fingers free dripping with my juices. He then grabs a handful of my hair pulling violently raising my face from the bed and presses his pussy soaked fingers against my lips.
“Taste it slut! Taste how hot and horny you are for my cock.” he jerks harder on my hair and my lips fly open with a gasp and I taste my own juices from his fingers. I can’t believe this is happening, even worse I feel a lusty twinge in my cunt, wanting so desperately to be filled again. I moan against his invading fingers, so embarrassed, but now so turned on I can barely think.
“Oh yes, that’s a gooood girl. “ He croons, pulling his fingers back, and then placing his hands on my thighs he stretches me wider angling me just right, then impaling me on his shaft. Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck, so hard, so steel fucking hard, and hot and big and oh fuck. My mind is reeling with shame and horror, but my body is on fire, cunt clenching tight around his fat cock now buried in side me. “Yes, such a tight, slick snatch, just like I like it.” he growls pushing deeper inside, and building a rhythm as he pumps me.
I can’t control myself, hips bucking beneath his pummeling and the waves of pleasure building against my wishes. I am silently crying out no, but I can feel the climax creeping up. “That’s it horny bitch, cum. I want to feel your fine fuck hole cum for Me.” the moment he snarls the words I orgasm; crying out a small thin abbreviated scream, a fresh flood of pussy juice washing over his cock. I feel crazy, lost, and still burning.
He strokes in and out of me faster and faster, grunting, I cum several more times as he thrashes my tender cunt. His words growing coarser calling me names. His skin is so hot, I feel his dick pulsing and straining. Suddenly he pulls free of my sloppy slit, spraying my ass cheeks with a generous load of his own cum, the feel of it pooling on my asshole actually makes me gasp with pleasure and burn with shame.
He chuckles; I can feel him looking down at me. I can’t move, I don’t want to look at him. I feel so confused, dirty, used, but also so physically good. “Just as I thought you are ripe for me Sasha, a forbidden fruit for my delight. So don’t you dare think this is the end, do what I want and I promise not to tell Jillian. Believe me, I can convince her all of this was all your fault, and you will find yourself looking for a new place to live. Now both of us don’t want that. So keep it in mind for next time. Such a good fuck toy you are.”
He does not wait for my response, leaving me there face down and violated on my bed his sperm drying on my ass. I am crying again, but also strangely calm.
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