Hot Roommate 6

Ledger.

Trust me, I’ve never known sexual torture until I started living with Anna.

The curvy girl is sin personified with those mouthwatering backside and full, creamy breasts.

I know it’s insane of me but I stalk her, especially when she’s in the room. She’s not aware of the hole in her door, so my horny ass watches her through the hole every night.

And… fuck, she’s the horny type because she literally touches her pussy every night, torturing me with her moans of pleasure, and yips of ecstasy.

Fuck, blood always occupies my manhood every damn time I’m in the same house with her.

Nope, we don’t have the same schedule but either by fate or bad luck, we do end up staying in the house the same time.

Then, I do my best to hide in my room until her masturbation time when I come out for sweet entertainment.

While I watch her, I touch my cock too, giving it the deserved attention, but hell, it’s never enough.

I know the only thing that can sate that hunger is putting my big man in her.

However, I don’t have enough courage to tell my roommate I’m craving to taste her beautiful snatch.

Well, I’m also avoiding hitting up on her because girls like Anna are one man’s woman. They do relationships while I don’t. What if at the end she’d want us to start dating? Hell, my guys are definitely going to laugh at me, and I don’t want that.

My stalking Anna got to the extent that I started taking secret pictures of her as she writhed on her bed with pleasure. But my secrets busted when Ross saw the videos and pictures five days ago while we were sharing files.

“What the fuck, man, are you now a pornstar?” He asked with an amused smile but the color drained from my face.

“Give me my phone, Ross. Don’t you understand the meaning of privacy?’

He scoffed at my words, then, “The word privacy has no meaning amongst us, you know that.”

He’s right, though. But I still found it difficult to tell my guys I’m having a forbidden fantasy of fucking my roommate mindlessly. Well, regardless of how I wanted to hide it, Ross continued pestering me until others found out about it.

They gathered around the table at our favorite pub and started interrogating me like detectives—Sherlock Holmes.

“So, Ledger, you now stalk girls masturbating in their rooms?” Eric asks, touching the breasts of the stripper sitting on his thighs.

I had groaned in irritation at his words but he didn’t jitter at the angry look I threw his way.

“It appears to be so, Eric,” Dane gushed, giving me a taunting smile.

Unable to keep my cool again, I fired. “That’s not true,” I said, tugging at my hair in frustration.

“ Ahh, man, what’s the innocent girl’s masturbating videos doing in your phone then, huh?” Ross threw me the question, and my face blanched with embarrassment.

I huffed, raking my fingers through my hair. Tugging at the hem, I gushed, “Look, I was just stalking her for pleasure, I mean that’s my roommate.”

My guys made a whooping sound of pleasure.

“Wow, that’s your new kink?” Asked Eric and I groaned.

“Not exactly. It’s just… listen, the girl is beautiful and sexy, and I’m attracted to her.” I said the honest truth, only for them to say in unison…

“Then fuck her.”

What the hell? I spurted the wine I had taken a sip out of my mouth, giving them a hard look.

“The fuck? You want me to fuck my roommate?”

“Yeah, what’s there? You give her your dick, she gives you her pussy. Win-win.” Said Ross with a confident grin curling his cheeks.

I shake my head no. gushing, “I can't do that. Besides guys, she’s a schoolgirl.”

“Exactly, that makes it more fun, man. All school girls in New York are wild. They like getting pussies or dicks, and I’m sure your roommate is no different.” Dane chimed in.

That night though, I couldn’t help imagining Anna and I strung up together in bed, kissing and fucking our brains out.

Well, I didn’t implement their advice. I mean, how could I? What if Anna feels I’m harassing her, and calls the police?

Nah, I’m not willing to take such risks just for a yummy pussy.

Every day after that, I touch myself to the thoughts of Anna, and this morning is no different. While I was smoking, I dragged down my red boxer briefs, palming my shaft with eagerness, grunting as I imagined myself sliding in and out of her sweet snatch.

I came with her name on my lips, ecstasy rocking through me. Mindlessly, I threw the boxer over my bed post, making a mental note of arranging it later.

Well, it totally skipped my mind to put my room in order after getting a call from Eric, informing me they had all gathered on the rink, to start today’s practice.

Quickly taking a shower, I rushed to my wardrobe and grabbed the sleeveless T-shirt and gray sweatpants. Putting them on, I exited my room and into the hallway only to be greeted by the smell of sizzling fries.

Yikes, that’s not my thing, however, I got more eager to know if Anna was truly the one cooking the food. I mean, since I packed in here, today’s literally my first time seeing her cook.

When my eyes landed on the front of her door, I saw what looked like male slippers there and figured she was cooking for her boyfriend.

So, she had a man all these while? Fuck me, cursing, I move toward the living room, and my curious eyes land on her body.

Hell, she’s wearing such a revealing nightgown.

I can practically see her upper thighs. For a moment there I wonder if her feminine parts are as bare as her thighs.

Gathering my bearings, I hum, “Hey”

She gasps, clutching her hand over her chest as she pants. A smile curls up her lips as she says, “Hi,”

We stare silently at each other for a while, making me study her curvy body. Her skin looks incredibly silky, and I feel like dragging a trail on it with my hungry tongue.

When my eyes land on her nipples, fuck, I nearly growl like a caveman. Sucking in a calming breath, I clear my throat to break our stare. I shouldn’t be staring, not when her boyfriend is in the room, waiting for breakfast to be served.

“I see you’re cooking,” I say expressly to clear the air.

“Ah, yes. Would you like to try?”

What? She wants me to try the food she’s cooking for her boyfriend?

Nah, I’m out. At that, I say politely, “Actually, I’m allergic to fries. Thanks but I’ll try your food next time, I’ve a match to meet up with.”

I notice how her smile lost its beam, but I don’t want to get myself tangled in any lover’s tiff. I grab my hockey stick hanging at the back of the door and head out.

Out in the hallway, I heave a heavy sigh. That girl is messing with my mind effortlessly. I just feel like heading into that kitchen and kissing the life out of her.

My dick jolts at the rush of my dirty thoughts but I do my best to comport myself.

I take the elevator, heading downstairs. The moment I try to pay the cab driver, I realize I’m not with my wallet.

Holy shit, I curse, remembering stashing it in my wardrobe last night. Looking for my keys, I find out I’m also not with them.

Dismissing the cab man, I walk back inside the foyer and take the elevator to my apartment. The door’s not locked to my surprise, so I push the door open and stride inside quietly.

Anna’s no longer in the kitchen, I realize and the fries are still in the pan, untouched.

Why did she abandon them? I can’t help but wonder. However, on reaching the door to my room, I meet the shock of my life,

Anna’s on my fucking bed, my boxer brief in her hand as she sniffs my scent and rides her nimble fingers.

My eyes bulge, plucking out of their sockets, and my breath rasps.

I make some primitive noise at the back of my throat, watching with hunger as Anna’s engorged clit dances over her fingers, and she whimpers in delight. Her lust-filled eyes rove heavenward as she moans.

Fucking hell, I’ve never seen art in its purest form, so beautiful, I can't wait to have a taste of this work of art that is my roommate.

Just as her fingers are about to sink into her ditch, I howl. “What the fuck?”

Startled, Anna moves her hand away from her pussy, throwing my boxer away with a loud gasp.

Her eyes are wide as I gently stride into the room, asking, “You’re touching yourself on my bed?”

She swallows thickly, opening her mouth to launch into defense or explanation but she fails horribly, only, managing to stutter.

Dipping my knees into the bed, she pants, calling me to stop but I damn all consequences, inching closer to her after all.

I chain her jerking legs with my hands, parting them open, Her marvelous scent hits my nose, and I suck it in.

Smirking evilly at her, I gush, “I guess my mouth will work better, baby girl.”

The beam of ecstasy returns to her face at my words, and without wasting time, I swoop down and take the silky flesh of her of clit into my warm mouth.

“Holy Jesus! Ledger…oh, fuck,” Anna curses, pushing her pussy into my mouth like a desperate whore.

Her succulent juices fill my mouth, making my cock wanting to burst at the seams.

Fuck me, I’ve tasted countless pussies but none is as tasty as Anna’s.

Why’s something so forbidden, so insanely sweet at the same time?

Still, I damn the thoughts, only rejoicing that I’ve finally gotten a taste of that forbidden fruit that kept me awake for several nights.

Anna humps herself on me, and to add pressure, I sink three desperate fingers into her snatch, watching as they stretch the flesh.

“Oh, yes, yes, Add more, Ledger. Put those fingers in my slutty pussy, baby.”

I smile shamelessly at her command, loving it. I’m never one to obey commands in bed, but with Anna, it feels just right,

“Your wish is my command, baby girl,” I hum, sinking five pudgy fingers into her, and that’s all it takes for Anna to start squirting all over my face.

I give her wet slaps, muttering, “You don’t know how much I love it nasty, baby girl.” At that, I flutter my mouth open, taking in her squirts with delightful grunts.

TBC.