5 comments/ 53619 views/ 12 favorites His Room By: darkknight01 His room is private and particularly masculine. The bed is unmade, but not messy. I sit on the edge and study the sheets and take note of the considerably high thread count. The pillows are big and fluffy, one slightly on top of the other. I run my hands over the cool sheets, imagining his dark naked body stretched across them. Knowing that his naked skin has touched these sheets arouses me. I smell a hint of his scent all over the sheets and pillows, an intoxicating mixture of Clive Christian No. 1 and something more natural. His room is neat but not obsessively orderly. The closet door is ajar. There are shoes in a line on the floor inside the closet. Lots of different types of shoes: many dress shoes, a couple of pair of work boots, causal shoes, and about six different Nike sneakers. His dresser has five drawers. The third is slightly open. I open it to find his T-shirts. I slide my hand around and under the cotton T's finding nothing significant, then close it back to the position I found it in. I open the top drawer and find his underwear nicely folded in rows. He has a collection of boxers and boxer-briefs and I imagine him wearing the red low rise Calvin Klein boxer-briefs for me. I touch the unbelievablely soft material and wonder just how he would fill it. I move my hands around his underwear drawer hoping to find something naughty like the things my husband would find in my lingerie drawer if he ever looked or cared. I find nothing. I wander into the master bath and spot a similar pair of boxer-briefs on the edge of the jetted tub. These are worn, dirty boxer-briefs, black with charcoal trim. I smell them, his scent is still there, as if the briefs have only recently been removed. I take them with me back in the bedroom and I sit on his bed and smell them again. His scent is arousing and I feel my nipples getting hard under my bra. I slowly move his briefs down from my face to my neck, over my breast and into my lap. I imagine what it would be like to slowly remove his underwear from his sexy body. I bite my bottom lip and shiver. I notice a black wooden box under his TV stand and walk over to investigate. I open the box to find his porn collection on DVD. A mischievous smile comes across my face and I sift though the different types of porn until I discover two Blacks on Asians DVD's. My pussy pulsates knowing he is attracted to Asian women like myself. I put in the naughty video and sit down on the edge of his bed. My lime green lace thong is getting moist and my pussy aches. I watch the Asian girl in the video scream out in ecstasy while her handsome black man eats out her pussy. I try to place the last time my husband last went down on me and I can't remember. It's been too long. I lift my skirt up and move my thong aside. I am moist and sticky. I watch. She is on her knees and takes his meaty black cock in her mouth. She makes his dick wet and slick, licking him from his balls to the tip of his cock. He is big, but she takes all of him down her throat. I reach between my open thighs. My fingers tease my clit. I can't take the teasing any more. Two of my fingers enter at the same time as his thick meaty cock drives into her wet folds bordered by perfectly waxed skin. I fuck myself in unison with his rhythm, hard, frantic, and desperate for pleasure. My nipples throb. I reach for one, under my top and pinch it softly, then much harder. Sounds of hardcore fucking and masturbation fill every corner of his room. I see myself like never before in the mirror on the other side of his room. My face, intense with passion, my fingers diving into my swollen, glistening pink lips. I turn back to the images on the screen. I am unable to stop my mind from replacing the two on the screen with him and myself. I see him in my mind's eye, his dark fingers caressing my breasts and taught nipples the same way the guy is doing, fist full of long black hair pulled from behind as he thrusts into hungry pink pussy. I see him taunting me, whispering in my ear to cum for him, all over his big cock. My thong is in the way now, holding back the deep pleasure I need to release. I yank it off and throw it to the floor. I shouldn't be doing this. I'm risking so much but the danger makes it electrifying. I'm compelled to continue pleasuring myself. I'm almost to the point of orgasm. I hear his key jingle in the front door. I shouldn't be in his bedroom. I was told to wait in the front room until he got here. I continue. Knowing I should stop, I can't, even at the risk of getting caught in his room. Getting caught would not be a good thing. I'm his friend and co-worker. He trusts me. To find me in violation of that trust, invading his private space would end our friendship and put a strain on our working relationship. If he tells my husband, things are really going to be a mess. I hear him moving around in the kitchen, putting away groceries. I work faster. "Lisa, are you still here?" I work even harder, eager to cum before he finds me. I hear his footsteps just down the hall. I scramble to get myself together and sprint to the door only to run into him. "Lisa, what are you doing in here?" "I was trying to find a pen. I was going to leave you a note." He steps into his room and looks over me. "Looks like you were doing more than that." He points to my thong, its green color glowing like a beacon in the night. I'm mortified Covering my face with my hand, I run and pick up my sticky wet thong and make my way out the door. "Aren't you going to stay and finish?" I'm frozen in the doorway. "What?" "I would love to watch you finish." I hear the moaning sounds of porn coming from the TV. I feel the heat of passion overcome my body. Without saying a word, I turn around and slowly strip off all of my clothes and lie down on his bed. I gaze into his brown eyes and touch my sex as he stands over me. I open my fleshy petals for him and drown three of my fingers deep into my pool of nectar. Pulling them back out slowly I spread the nectar over my supple smoothly shaven pussy, clit, and ass. "I need you to help me finish. I need you to eat this juicy pussy." "I never thought you would ask." He kneels down between my open thighs and pulls my body down until my ass hangs off the edge of his bed. He licks my pussy with a fervor I have never felt before, his fingers plunging in and out my neglected cunt, hitting just the right spot. "Make me cum! Make me cum, please make me cum!" I wrap my legs around his body and hold his head down with my hand. My body is trembling. I am gripping the sheet with my free hand. I detonate. My hips are bucking and rolling, I'm grinding my teeth, and my mouth opens to inhale. I'm shivering from this most intense orgasm. I kiss him deeply, thanking him with my lips, my body, and my soul. "I want to see you, all of you." I rip off his clothes. He stands in front of me only in his black boxers. His body is a sculpted masterpiece, calling out to my fingertips, my mouth, my pussy. My fingers stretch the waistband of his black boxers down. I'm wonderstruck. His cock is big, magnificent. I run my fingers along the thick vein that snakes the length of his mahogany shaft, teasing him just a little. His hefty balls are warm to the touch, smooth with very little hair. I gently juggle them in my hand and I hear him moan. I part my lips and draw him into the wet, warm, haven of my mouth. He moans louder, deeper in his throat. I love knowing that I am bringing him pleasure. I release his fully erect dick slowly from my mouth, letting my lips drag over the head. I suck him back in all the way. His cock expands deep inside my mouth, throbbing harder, and hotter. I release him before I put him over the edge. I adjust my body and direct the head of his cock to the opening of my wet, pulsating pussy. He parts my engorged lips and gently penetrates the soft fleshy pulp of my pussy in one gliding motion. I roll my hips up and around to greet every wonderful inch of his cock. I moan his name over and over again, low, close to his ear. "Make me fucking cum. Fuck me with that big dick." "Cum for me, Lisa." I love the way he says my name with such a lustful tone. I wish he'd say it again. "I want you to cum for me, Lisa." I grab his ass hard, digging my nails into his hot flesh coaxing him to fuck me harder. I wonder if I had wished out loud. He thrusts into my pussy hard and unrelenting, and my wetness trickles down my ass. The smacking sounds of our bodies are lost in my screams. I breathe in the sweet aroma of our arousal. Through slitted eyes I lustfully stare at his cock fucking me, soaked with my juices and shimmering in the soft light. It gets wetter with each pounding stroke. My orgasm gathers, pooling hot and heavy between my legs. Pulses of heat radiate through my body. I feel his dick expanding and jerking inside me. My pussy contracts around his throbbing cock. We come together, spasm after spasm, after spasm, after spasm. He collapses on my chest and pleasure shoots through me like thousands of falling dominos. He kisses me tenderly and slowly rolls us over to our side. I wrap my leg around him keeping him deep inside, not wanting to let him go. I hug him tight and gradually gyrate my hips, telling him I want more. Communicating to his body with mine, that he could have me again. Any way he wants. I feel him respond to my offerings and I smile and look off into his room. My God. This is his room, and I shouldn't be here. His Room A brief sentiment. I'm a bit of a hopeless romantic who makes NO promises not to be cheesy. If you do not like cheesiness of any kind, I encourage you to take your business elsewhere... Or continue at your own risk. Either way, I hope you all enjoy! ************ (A few years ago) "Why do you like those things so much? Aren't girls into, like, ponies or whatever?" Tyler asked as he watched his best friend, Daisy Gold ( with his little Hulk action figure. She looked up at him, stuck her tongue out, then went back to playing with the little green thing. Tyler smiled. Daisy's feistiness was a big part of the reason he liked her. Their parents were out socializing at a local bar, and they had left them alone for the evening. When his dad had first introduced her to him, Tyler was a little apprehensive. After all, she was a GIRL! Tyler didn't know anything about girls. Especially girls younger than him. What was he supposed to do at that time? Yet he couldn't help but be fascinated by her. He didn't know many black girls that were into comic books and SpongeBob, after all. And when she opened her mouth? Nothing but feisty wise-cracks and retorts. She could kick his ass at Super Smash Bros, and show him how to talk to girls at the same time. Things with her were just so...easy. It was only natural they'd become friends at some point. Tyler walked over to his nightstand to kneel beside Daisy as she played, but froze when he saw her tense. Tyler frowned. "What?" Tyler asked, feeling confused as he watched his best friend bite her lip nervously. "Uh... Nothing." Daisy said, trying to steer the conversation anywhere else. "You just smell like crap. Man, I thought you'd be over puberty by now." "Nice deflecting! Now tell me what's wrong." "I mean come on. You're 14! Haven't you learned to wash your butt by no-." "Don't get snappy with me, Delicia Gold." Tyler narrowed his green eyes at her, and Daisy shrank. 'Oh crap! He don' said my full name. I pissed him off,' she thought. "Tell me what's wrong." Daisy sighed, and put down the action figure. Still biting her lip nervously, she met Tyler's expecting gaze. Sometimes she hated the affect he had on her; his ability to see right through her made her feel so accepted and so scared at the same time. It was unnerving. "Well, I heard some of the girls talking yesterday at school about you and..." She gulped, and looked away. "Sherry Washington was convinced she was going to marry you. For some reason, I got really angry when she said that, and I walked right up to her and said, 'Tyler would never marry someone as stuck up as you, you walking stereotype! He's my best friend. I know what he likes, and it's definitely not you!'" Daisy heard Tyler chuckle and whisper 'That's my girl', but still refused to meet his gaze. "Sherry got real angry at that. She got this look in her eye before she stormed off with her friends. When I came back to class, she had spread a rumor about me being you're 'little black whore' and that you have 'jungle fever', like we're still in the 1800's or some crap. Can you believe that? Girl's got no sense." Tyler remained quiet for a moment, mulling over what his best friend had told him. She was being bullied because of him. He knew this would happen at some point with him being so popular, but calling her a whore? Really? "You're right," he said a few minutes later. "If she had any sense, then she'd know not to fuck with my friends. I'll talk some sense into her and her goons tomorrow. Don't you worry your pretty little head, Miss Duke." Daisy protested for a little, but Tyler assured her that he had knew what he was doing. What could she do? Their parents had already returned by the time she could say anything else. Tyler and Daisy went downstairs, and Daisy ran straight into her father's arms. Rodney Gold gathered his daughter into his arms in delight, and kissed her cheek as she settled against him. As this happened, Tyler walked over to his dad, Frank Joseph, and fist-bumped him as Frank tussled his short black curls. As Daisy chattered on about comics to her dad, Tyler said nothing to Frank as they all walked into the kitchen. When they got settled, Daisy's mom, Melissa Gold, entered and sat next to Rodney as they listened to their daughter. They were the picture of the perfect family. Tyler leaned against his dad solemnly, and Frank wrapped an arm around his son. After a while, Daisy fell asleep, and her mother took her into the living room. Frank looked at Rodney, and they began to reminisce on old times. "I remember when Sheila used to do that for Tyler." Tyler stiffened momentarily at the mention of his mother's name, but Frank kept talking. "She was one hell of a woman." Rodney laughed. "Tell me about it. Remember when she got so mad at me, she threatened to castrate us both? I still don't know how you got caught in the crossfires of that." "Hey, you dragged me in there during the barbecue. I told you not to fuck with her family's recipe. That sauce was important." "That sauce tasted like crap, and you know it!" Both men laughed, and Tyler smiled. It was the first time he heard them laugh like this since her funeral five years ago. It was good. Even though Tyler still needed some time before he could laugh like that, he knew his dad needed this more than anything. Sheila would have wanted them to move on. Melissa returned, and soon joined in on their conversation, sharing past memories and even a few more embarrassing moments from college. As they did this, Frank subconsciously held onto his son more tightly, and Tyler snuggled closer to his father. "So Ty, you take good care of my baby today?" Rodney said suddenly, narrowing his eyes playfully at him. "Yes Sir," Tyler said, unhooking himself from his dad. "We pretty much played with action figures and watched Ninja Turtles the whole time you guys were gone." "Let me ask you something, Ty." Rodney said, ignoring Tyler's response. "My daughter's very precious to me. Now, since you're a growing boy, I consider it a little inappropriate for you two to be hanging out behind closed doors. Do you know what I mean?" Tyler frowned. "Mr. Gold, I would never do anything to h-." "I know, Tyler." Rodney smiled. "It's why we leave you two here alone in the first place. I'm just being cautious. After all, I've seen the way you look at her when she's not looking." Tyler blushed. "What do you me-." "Oh don't play that, boy! We all know you like her." Rodney chuckled, and Tyler squirmed. "When you were little, you used to walk up to me everyday and say, 'Mr. Gold, can I marry her?' Six years old - 'Can I marry her?'" Rodney laughed, and pretty soon Frank and Melissa joined in as well. Tyler looked to the floor for guidance, and mentally cursed when he realized it couldn't help him. 'Stupid floor', he thought. "Now I know those feelings haven't faded. I'm not saying you can't hang out anymore, just no more hanging out in your room for a while. Okay?" "Yes Sir." Rodney smiled. "You're a good kid, Ty. Take care of her." Tyler smiled, and Rodney leaned over to kiss his wife lovingly on the cheek. Tyler turned to look at his father, and inwardly flinched. He'd seen that gaze before. His dad always looked at his mom like that. Now he was looking at Mrs. Gold like that. Tyler excused himself, and walked into the living room. He sat near the foot of the couch, and smiled as Daisy mumbled the lyrics to the song "No Air" by Jordan Sparks. Her sleepy half singing always put him at ease, and he allowed himself to fall asleep at her feet. "I'm always gonna be there for you, Miss Duke." He yawned as he felt himself falling into a slumber. "Mrs. Daisy Joseph." The next day, Tyler confronted Daisy's bullies. He spotted Sherry Washington and her cronies near the playground of their local suburb. With a calm ease, Tyler walked over to the girls with his hands in his pockets. When Sherry saw him, she told her girls to go play on the swings and quickly raked her fingers through her messy strawberry blond locks before Tyler stopped in front of her. She smiled real big for him, and batted her eyelashes. "Hey Ty," she said nasally. Tyler had to resist the urge to laugh. "How you been doing? I heard you made Varsity for your basketball team. First freshman to do that in ten years! That's so cool!" "Yeah, sure. Look, I didn't come here for that." Tyler narrowed his green eyes angrily at her and she shrunk. "I came here to get you to stop harassing my best friend." Sherry's eyes widened. "That black chick? Really Tyler?" Sherry chuckled, and Tyler ground his teeth. "Didn't know you were into dark meat, Ty. If I had known that, I would've bought some brown paint and role played as Beyoncé for you." Tyler took a step forward, and released an animalistic-like grunt sound from the back of his throat. Sherry yelped, and nearly lost her balance as her back hit a nearby tree. "Listen to me, you racist cunt," Tyler spat, now fully enraged beyond the point of niceties. "You are half the person Daisy will ever be. Don't think that just because our parents co-own The Real Deal that I won't hesitate to cut a bitch. I see you when you're in public. Wearing crop tops with your make-up, all done up like a pin-up, hiding who you truly are. I see you! New flash: It's 2008. Girls can like comic books and Sci-Fi now. There's no need to be ashamed of that, but no... Instead of embracing your inner nerd, you straighten your hair, conceal your freckles, and strut around here flirting with anyone with a dick who's remotely popular. I could never be associated with a poser like you." Sherry began to shake, and Tyler noticed her eyes begin to glaze over. Fuck. He hadn't meant for it to go that far, but then again, she did say that racist ass shit a minute ago. Brown paint... Because blackface makes EVERYTHING okay, right? "Apologize to Daisy, and go wipe that crap off your face." Sherry nodded meekly, and ran to her friends. Tyler felt his phone buzz in his pocket, and picked it up on the second ring. Flipping it open, he saw that it was Daisy. "What's up, Miss Duke?" "Tyler, please come over to the hospital." Tyler froze. She sounded terrible - like she'd been crying. "Daisy, are you okay?" "Tyler, daddy's in the hospital. He had a heart attack. He's dying!" When Tyler made it to the hospital, he found Daisy bawling into her mom's suit jacket. She solemnly nodded as Tyler entered, and Daisy looked up when she noticed him. Her eyes brightened a little at the sight of him, and her mom let her go so she could lean into his embrace. After a few moments, his father appeared, his eyes swollen and red. "He... They said..." Tyler resisted the urge to swallow as he felt his throat constrict. "He didn't to make it. If anyone wants to go say any last words, now is the time." And with that, Tyler watched his father sink to the floor and felt Daisy cry a river into his chest. Tyler could feel his own tears threatening to break free, but decided he needed to remain strong for the girl currently breaking in his arms. After all, he promised Mr. Gold he'd take care of her. They stayed at the hospital for the rest of the night. Each one of them took their time going in to say goodbye. Tyler was the last to go. As soon as he walked into the room, he kept his gaze to the floor until he reached the bed. Then, he clamped his hand over his eyes. "I know this is weird," he said, resisting the urge to peak and vomit from the smell of death in the air. "I just want my last image of you to be a good one. If I saw you lying there, lifeless, I... I don't want to remember you like that." Tyler felt a tear begin to fall, and took a deep breath. "I just came here to say that I'm going to take good care of your daughter. I'm going to marry her someday, and I'm glad that I was able to know you while you were alive. You were a good man, and I think of you like an uncle, and..." More tears began to streak down Tyler's cheeks, and he fought the urge to choke back a sob. "I'm going to miss you. I promise I'll take good care of her. Don't you worry. I just hope that, whether you're at the pearly gates or whether we just put you in a hole in the ground later that you're happy." As Tyler left the room, just as his father had done, he sunk to the floor and let the tears flow and the sobs overtake him. Not even a minute later, Tyler felt arms wrap around him. Daisy. He quickly pulled her into his arms, and cried into her. After a while, he finally met her gaze. He took her hand in his, and pulled her closer into his embrace. "I'm always gonna take care of you," Tyler said with a determined look in his reddening eyes. "I promise." ******** (Present Day) The sun filtered lazily through the curtains, and I stretched uncomfortably, feeling my bones ache from an terrible night's sleep. The doctor told me that sleeping on my back would ease these pains, but then my boobs ended up suffocating me. It's like a cruel trick the universe is trying to play on me for being slightly more well-endowed in the chest area. I groaned, and reluctantly sat up. "Miss Duke, breakfast is ready for you!" Tyler called from downstairs. "Just a second!" I said, quickly peeling my blankets off and heading downstairs. Before I could react, Tyler quickly pulled me into an embrace, nearly crushing me into his chest. "Ugh! Ty! Can't-!" Tyler let me go as soon as our parents stepped into view. "Good morning, mom. Morning Frank!" Tyler smiled, and remarked, "I see you two had a fun night." Mom rolled her eyes at him as she came into view. At 44, she still looked like she could pass as my older sister, with her cocoa brown skin still firm and smooth, her curves still round and taught, and her hair still free of grays and curly. It didn't help that the resemblance between us was staggering. I inherited nearly all my looks from her, from my curves, to my low cheekbones, to my plump pink lips, to my almond shaped eyes. The only thing that really distinguished us were her crow's-feet, my kinkier hair texture that I chose to keep natural, my light brown eyes that daddy gave me, my slightly upturned nose, and my dark caramel skin tone. Now Tyler and Frank were a different story. Like me, Tyler had gotten most of his looks from his mother: he had her heart shaped face, her slightly pouty pink lips, her small ears, and her genes for height. While she was alive, she stood much taller than her husband, a five-foot-nine to his five-foot-five. Tyler was six foot one. What Tyler didn't get from her, he got from his dad: his sharp roundish-almond shaped green eyes, his Greek nose, and his coal black hair. Tyler, to me, was probably the sexiest man alive, and a lot of girls shared this sentiment. At first, Tyler wanted to stay away from any girl that wasn't me, claiming he was saving himself for our first time together, but after some dedicated persuasion, I convinced him to see other girls. After all, he's three years older than I am, and a boy has needs. Also, I wanted our first time to be fantastic, and I was convinced that wasn't going to happen if he didn't know what the hell he was doing. At first, it was hard watching Tyler bring home other girls. After all, the boy had practically tatted my name on his heart since we were little kids, but I got over it once I saw how persistently Tyler was dedicated to the idea of marrying me, and how he brushed off those other girls as quickly as humanly possible. I entertained the idea of dating guys my age at the time; in fact, I did date one guy - one of Tyler's friend's brother, Reggie - but we broke it off after a couple of weeks because I kept comparing him to Tyler. Two years after dad died, Frank and mom began seeing each other. They tried to keep it secret from us, not knowing how we'd react, but Tyler and I eventually found out. At first I was pissed. It felt like mom didn't mourn for dad at all, and I felt like it was betraying his memory, but after a few months I realized I knew mom and I knew Frank - they'd never do this if they felt the way I did. After I started warming up to them as a couple, they were married within six months and we moved into Frank's house. The only problem? Tyler was now my stepbrother. "I hope you kids used protection," Tyler said, taking in his dad's disheveled salt and pepper hair, and my mom's ragged appearance. His dad laughed, and my mom gave him a stern look as she went to go get her coffee. Soon, we all went to breakfast, and chatted about our week. Once breakfast was over, mom and Frank went back upstairs, no doubt about to go for round two, and Tyler turned to me. His green eyes pierced right through me, and I bit my lip nervously. I turned away, but I could still feel his gaze run over me, roaming me, seeing me, devouring me. "Interesting choice of clothing, Miss Duke." He said, his gaze resting on my chest. "Why no bra? For me?" "Of course," I said sarcastically. "Because everything I do is for the benefit of your dick." Tyler laughed, and I rolled my eyes. "Actually, the bra is gone because of the Doctor's order. He's trying to help me sort out this back problem bullshit, and so I need to let the girls loose for a while." "Is it working?" Tyler said, finally meeting my gaze again. "Not really." Tyler smirked. "I could always give you a massage." I rolled my eyes again. "What?' "We both know the moment I let you do that, we'll be fucking within minutes." Tyler's smirk turned into a full blown smile, and I crossed my arms in annoyance. "We can't afford to do that. Especially now that I'm legal." "Oh come on! I have self control!" Tyler huffed. "Even if every bone in my body aches just thinking about fucking you senseless on my bed... Making you scream for me... Filling your tight little pussy with my cum..." "Stop!" I say, feeling my cheeks heat up in embarrassment as the imagery starts to flood my mind. Fuck, I hate it when he says nasty shit like that to me! Always leaving me wet and helpless. I don't need this right now. "See? You can't hold back when it comes to me. So this massage thing? Never gonna happen." I handed him my cereal dish. "Now go do your chores, guest. Remember that your time is limited here." "Oh, I plan to make every moment count," Tyler said cheekily, as he winked and kissed my cheek before disappearing into the kitchen. I swear, sometimes I think that boy's trying to kill me. I walked into the living room, and turned on the television. When Tyler arrived, I was heavily engrossed in the latest episode of Steven Universe. He wrapped an arm around me, and I leaned against him. I had to admit that I missed this. Tyler had been gone from the house for the last three years as part of his basketball training. He was a top pick for the Draft, and was getting tossed between some of the best college teams in the nation. With so much fame and success heading his way, he had hardly any time to fly back every once in a while. Sure, he never missed my birthday or Christmas even if he was giving up a big opportunity, but those few days out of the year weren't enough. He was my best friend, and I missed him so much. Meanwhile I had been taking graphic design and animation courses online in order to stay home for college. I had wanted to move out to L.A. and study on a real campus, but Mom was adamant about me leaving. At the time, I hadn't understood what she meant until after she married Frank, but I got a call a few days later from Dad's lawyers about "claiming my inheritance". Dad had left me a note and $800,000 in cold, hard cash. On the note, he specifically asked me to leave $100,000 of it untouched for the wedding. I had no idea what that meant, but I kept that money locked safely away in my savings and decided to take my college classes at home while Tyler got recruited. His Room It was excruciating, watching him leave. I debated on whether or not I should've fucked him the night before he left, but I knew Tyler wouldn't let me. I was too young at the time, and knowing Tyler, he'd want to wait till I was totally legal to seal the deal. However, now I was 18, and Tyler's flirting was more aggressive than ever. Yet, it was still a little awkward. Sure, I loved how committed he was to seducing me for all these years and how convinced he was when it came to marrying me, but Tyler was going to be famous. He was on his way to becoming a basketball legend, and he doesn't need tabloid bullshit fucking it up for him. I can just see the headlines now: "Top Draft pick Tyler Joseph gets engaged to stepsister - the longstanding love affair that tore the family apart." or "A tale of love and tragedy - Top Draft pick loses it all to marry his stepsister." So, as much as I want him, I can't. I'm not going to fuck up his future. Still, he's going to make this really fucking hard to do. Tyler pulled me closer into his side, and kissed my forehead. His hands were still a little wet from the dishes, and I felt my skin getting goose bumps. It just felt so right to be with him. He snuggled into my hair, and sighed. We stayed like that for a moment, simply enjoying each others warmth as we watched cartoons. I was the first to break the silence. "How long are you staying?" I asked, feeling him tense. "Uh... I don't know. Three weeks, maybe a month." He huffed, looking to the ceiling. "Shit. That's not enough time!" "Not enough time for what?" Tyler relaxed, and smirked. His green eyes danced with mischief. "Lets go out!" He said, suddenly perky. "I bought something for you while I was in Cali. It's in my things, so we'll have to go upstairs." I narrowed my eyes at him; did he really think this was going to work? "Hey, I won't try anything! Do you have no faith in me?" I huffed in annoyance, and Tyler got up from the couch, nearly wobbling as his tall frame adjusted to a new center of gravity. We need to get higher furniture... Within a few minutes, we were in his room, and Tyler was rustling through his things. As he did this, I sat on his comfy black sheets overlooking the memories of old room's past. For some reason Tyler and I stopped hanging around up here. When I asked him about it a few times, he said it was something my dad told him to do, which admittedly seems like something daddy would command. Daddy adored Tyler, but he'd do anything to protect his "precious flower". "Ah ha! Found it!" Tyler said happily. He turned around and held up a gold satin fitted dress, and my heart nearly stopped. I had talked to him about getting that as my prom dress two years ago; he remembered? "Some designer gave it to me while I was with the Trojans. I wanted to surprise you with it the week before your senior prom, but the airport was freaking chaos, and I couldn't make it. But now I can." He sat down next to me on the bed, and laid the dress beside me. "I want to take you somewhere special, Daisy Joseph." I was floored. I expected Tyler to continue his aggressive pursuit of me, but this was taking it to a whole other level! "Where would we go?" I asked, feeling my tongue turn to butter as his eyes danced with excitement. "It's a surprise," he said, smiling like a kid in a candy store where everything was free. A mischievous glint twinkled in his eye, and he smirked. Before I could say anything, Tyler rolled on top of me, and pinned my legs down with his. My eyes widened, and he smiled mischievously. "But before we do any of that," he said, his tone suddenly low and authoritative, "I'm going to get a taste of you." My eyes nearly popped out of their sockets. He can't be serious! "But mom and Frank are right there!" I hissed, suddenly aware of how thin the walls actually were between his bedroom and our parents' two doors down. Tyler only laughed. "I know! Exciting, isn't it, Miss Duke?" Tyler peeled off his shirt, and I resisted the urge to lick my lips. I'd always thought Tyler was sexy, but seeing him now, eyes blazing with lust, confidently stripping his clothes off as he kept me pinned beneath him was something else entirely. And the tattoos! God, those beautiful black swirls and twists adorned on his chest would be the death of me! He tossed his shirt to the side, and leaned down to kiss me. Tyler's kissed me before, but this kiss was different. Hungry. Primal. He grabbed my hands and pinned them above my head, intertwining our fingers as his tongue slipped into my mouth. I moaned, and instinctively arched my back into him. His lips were smooth, and felt like velvet against mine; his mouth tasted like chocolate. When he finally came up for air, he took only a second to catch his breath before his mouth descended upon my neck, trailing light little kisses until he reached the area between my neck and my shoulder. Once there, he sunk his teeth into me hard, and my whole body became alive. My knees weakened, and I winced slightly as the pain and shock ignited my neurons. I could feel Tyler's boxer-clad cock rubbing against my thigh, and I knew then that I was in trouble. I would be physically incapable of saying no if he decided to go back on his word and just fuck me right now; my mind was too clouded by my lust. "Ah! Fuck! Ow, Tyler!" I cried as I felt his teeth leave me. He pecked his new mark, clearly proud of the bruise it might leave, and sat up. Without a word, he tugged at the bottom of my shirt and slipped it off of me. He tossed it to the side, and I averted my gaze as I saw his eyes light up. I usually slept in only a t-shirt and panties, opting to put on pants or shorts come breakfast time. This meant Tyler had me right where he wanted me: pinned beneath him, sans bra, in nothing but a pair of white lace boy shorts. "God you're so beautiful," he said, licking his lips. "You have no idea how long I've wanted to do this." He wasted no time. He grabbed my hair, and kissed me again, this time a bit more fervently as I felt him rub his boxer-clad cock against my panty clad pussy, soaking me almost instantly as I moved my hips against his. He broke away from the kiss, and I gasped as I felt his hands descend down my belly until they reached the border between us. His eyes were begging for it already; he wasn't going to go there if I truly didn't want it. Without hesitation I nodded, and he took a deep breath and pulled my panties down to my mid thigh, and I wiggled them off the rest of the way off. His nostrils flared, and he smirked as he got up. He stood at the foot of the bed, and I began to sit up. "No. No!" He chastised, and I laid back down. "I just want to look at you for a moment." "Why? That's weird." I commented, and met his gaze. Tyler smiled. "Oh Daisy. You'd understand if you had a dick." "Oh really?" I said, now smirking. "Well paint me a picture." Tyler's smile widened, and he sat at the foot of my bed near my feet. "Daisy, I've wanted you since we were kids." He started, locking his eyes with mine. "The age gap and your dad's command has kept me from doing anything up until now. Because of that, we've only had little chances to be intimate, not counting my dreams and fap fantasies." His eyes roamed down my body, and he swung his legs onto the bed. "I've waited patiently for years now, Daisy. You're just as beautiful as I knew you would be. Your gorgeous caramel skin, those beautiful breasts, your creamy legs... You're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen." I felt his large hands caress my feet, and he leaned down. "Now spread your legs." I obeyed, spreading my caramel thighs as he kissed his way up my legs. Thank god I groomed before his visit, leaving my pussy with a cute little manicured black triangle resting between me. I had to admit that seeing his pale forehead so close to my dark nether region was incredibly erotic. But alas, Tyler's always been a bit of a tease! He took his time between me, licking both my thighs and nibbling them for what felt like hours, leaving me practically dripping waiting for the main event. He held my thighs down tight, and looked me straight in my eyes when I finally felt his tongue lick the length of my slit. "Oh fuck!" I yelped, biting my lip and widening my eyes. His eyes twinkled with mischief, and he started tonguing my tight little hole. His tongue felt warm, and each lick sent electric pulses up my spine. Tyler groaned, and licked his way up to my labia, and my legs nearly gave way when he slowly licked my clit, tracing little circles with his tongue. When he sucked my clit into his welcoming mouth, it took everything I had not to scream his name right then and there. I felt one hand leave my thigh and push it to the side. Before I could react, Tyler pushed one digit into me, and my toes curled as I felt it enter my tight pussy. My walls squeezed the long digit as he started pumping it back and forth and he sucked my clit. "Oh my god! Tyler! Oh, fuck! Yes!" I squealed, and my legs started to buckle. He pulled his digit back, and added another one. His eyes blazed, and before I knew it spread his two fingers wide at my opening and I felt my hymen tear. "What?! Ow! Tyler what are you doing?!" "Sorry," he meekly replied, his head still buried between my legs. "I just wanted to be safe. We are going to make love before I leave in three weeks." His fingers left me, and his mouth descended upon my pussy again. He then held my legs down and proceeded to eat me. I mean it. He licked my clit with such ferocity that he almost failed to contain my bucking legs, and it became even more difficult to contain my cries of pleasure when I felt his nails dig into my thighs as he held me down. Without thinking, I grabbed his hair by the roots and grounded his face into my pussy, which only seemed to excite him more. He sucked my clit back between his lips, and licked the little bud with the tip of his tongue in fast little swirls. I moaned his name and felt my entire body light on fire from his touch, and the flames just kept building and building and building... Oh fuck! I was going to come! "Oh Tyler! Yes! YES! Oh fuck! I think I'm gonna c-c-cum! Ah!" Tyler grounded his tongue against my pussy, and I covered my mouth with my arm and bit down to keep from screaming as I came. Tyler gripped my thighs to keep me from choking him or flaying as I had the biggest orgasm of my life. It was like every nerve in my body was being shocked back into life, and what was barely even a minute felt like hours as my body rode out the wave. When it was finally over, Tyler crawled up me to meet my gaze. His face was glistening from my juice, and he smiled triumphantly when he saw the glazed look in my eye and my struggle to keep my breathing steady. "You taste just as delicious as I knew you would be," he said, licking his lips. "It's so tempting to sit here and just eat you all day, but I really do have something special planned." He gave me one last, lingering kiss, and got off of me. I could taste myself on his lips, and a part of me felt a little giddy about that. When he got up off the bed, I noticed the look in his eye. A familiar look he only got when he was plotting something. I smiled meekly as Tyler wiped his face off with his discarded shirt. How am I going to tell him this can never work? His Room Pt. 02 Part 2 - His Date (A few years ago) "Happy Birthday, Tyler!" Daisy stood in front of me holding a cupcake in the little clubhouse our dads had built for us in my backyard before I was born. She had a big smile on her face; her gold-flecked brown eyes were glowing with happiness as she watched me blow out the candle. Before the actual party for me began, we'd bring each other out here every year and celebrate together. I kept the door open and made sure our parents knew where we were, as per Rodney's wish. It's been two years since he died, and even though he was gone and technically didn't have any power over me anymore, I wasn't going back on my word. I was going to make sure this vision in front of me was safe in my company as long as I was able. I took the cupcake from her, and gulfed it down, which caused her to giggle adorably. "Don't hurt yourself!" she said amidst more giggling. "I need you alive for the rest of the party, so try not to throw your head back like a duck every time you swallow." I gulped down the last of the cupcake, and cocked an eyebrow at her, daring her to test me. She only shook her head, and playfully patted my shoulder. "So what did you want to talk about, anyway?" I said after a while. Her pretty brown eyes widened, and she bit her lip nervously. "Talk? What makes you think I want to talk about anything?" "Daisy... You know you suck at lying to me." I pinched her arm playfully, and she smacked my hand. "Is there something wrong? Did your boyfr- did Reggie do anything?" God, I hated this. If she was my age, I'd have had her in a heartbeat, but that damn barrier was always going to be there to haunt me. If Reggie did anything to hurt her, I swear to freaking Christ, I'm going to-. "I broke up with Reggie," she said, and I immediately felt tension I didn't even know I was holding leave me. "It's not that, it's just... This is our last month together, Ty. I'm just feeling super nostalgic right now." "Aw... You love me!" I mocked, beaming at her unspoken declaration. "Daisy loves Tyler! Daisy loves Tyler!" "What are you, five?!" She shouted in annoyance, but I couldn't help myself. She loves me! She loves me! I scooped her into my arms, and twirled her around, laughing as she squealed. She playfully whacked at my face as I held her, growing more and more embarrassed as I spun her. "Come on, admit it!" I said after the twelfth spin. She looked like she was getting a bit dizzy, so it won't take long to break her. "You love me, don't you?" "Of course I do, Ty." My heart nearly stopped, and my smile threatened to break off. "But I could love cheese." God damnit, woman! "It's not just love, Ty. I'm falling in love with you. I consider love and being in love totally different things." "So you're in love with me?" I said, feeling my heart quicken. Come on! Say it! SAY IT! "Yes." She finally said. "I'm madly in love with you, Tyler!" "You're damn right you are, Delicia Joseph!" I said, spinning her again as she giggled. "You're mine. You always have been. It's so nice to hear you say it." "Kids! Come in here! Frank just came back with the cake!" Melissa yelled from outside. Daisy's face paled, and I laughed. "Just a second!" I yelled back, finally setting Daisy back down and kissing her forehead. Her eyes were clouded, and filled with worry. Crap! "Don't wuss out on me, girl. I know that look!" Her eyes met mine, and she bit her lip. I took her face in my hands, and pulled her into an embrace. God, she's so short... "We have an entire month left before I leave. Let's make this count." Her eyes lit up. "Does that mean we can finally -?" "No." "But Tyler, I'm so ready!" "No you are not. You're still too young. I'm not going to defile you." "But it won't be-." "Yes it will. And I love you too much to hurt you." She sighed, and I smirked. "We've got the rest of our lives for that, okay!" "'We've got the rest of our lives'? What eighteen year old talks like that?! Why you gotta be so damn romantic all the time? Aren't guys into like titties or whatever?" "Aren't girls into, like, ponies or whatever?" I mocked, and she huffed. "All I'm saying is you can't turn up your Romeo speech and not expect me to like it!" Okay. She has a point. "If this is going to work, no more romance talk until I'm of age." "Okay." We started walking out of the clubhouse. "But I'm still going to call you Daisy Joseph." "Fair enough." Then we walked into the house and had a normal day. A few old friends came home for the party, and Daisy and I talked about our life goals and her love of animation. Little did she know that I already had a plan brewing from that point on. I'd already gotten her to admit that she loved me, so seducing her wasn't going to be hard. That wasn't the problem. That girl's got walls, and I got to tear them down one by one. But for the moment, I'm going to enjoy the little time we have left as friends before I leave for college. My plan will work. I just have to be patient. ********* (Present Day) The dress was perfect. Gold satin clung to every dip and curve on my body, making it practically look like it was painted on my skin. Knowing Tyler, he probably asked the designer to make the minor length adjustment, cutting it up to about three inches above my knees so that nearly all of my legs were showing, and if I sat down I'd have to be careful to not flash people, but I was okay with it when I saw the look in his eye as I came downstairs. The way his eyes devoured every inch of my body made me feel like the sexiest woman alive... Until they stopped on my gold converses. He smiled, and met my gaze. "Really, Daisy?" "I can't walk in heels, so I'm not going to bother." I smirked, and raised an eyebrow at him, daring him to try me. "If you have a stiletto fetish, then you'll have to find someone else." "Nope. No heel fetish here, but I'm up for anything if you want to try." He scratched the back of his head, and bit his lip. "Damn. That's really a deal breaker for you?" "Those contraptions are the stuff of monsters. And I'm just stubborn like that, I guess." I walked up to him, and took his hand. "You look absolutely delicious, by the way." I meant it. Tyler looked absolutely stunning all cleaned up - almost regal. The dark suit he was wearing illuminated his pale skin, somehow giving it an ethereal quality. He wore a blood red shirt underneath that clung to every muscle on his torso. He topped the look off with a green tie and a red and black pair of Jordan's; it was wonderful! He looked like sexy Christmas! He smirked. "You stole my line." As we walked outside, we spotted a few of our neighbors going into their homes. One couple in particular made a bit of a show when they saw us - the Stevenson's. Mrs. Stevenson's eyes widened in shock, and Mr. Stevenson smiled knowingly, winking at me as Tyler and I loaded into his car. Hmm... Strange. Oh well. I turned to Tyler. "What you got planned, Romeo?" He smiled. "It's a surprise." "Your secrecy is beginning to get a bit annoying." "Don't worry. You'll love it! But first..." He leaned over, and his lips connected with mine. The momentary show of affection was quite sweet, so I leaned into it and closed my eyes. God, his lips felt like silk... But just as quickly as it was happening, it was over, and my back was back on the seat cushion... I think. Wait, why is everything dark? This motherfucker just blindfolded me! "Tyler, what the -!" He pulled out of the driveway and stepped on the gas. I think. Or he might have been driving the speed limit, and I may just be overreacting. I don't know. I reached for the blindfold, but he swatted my hand away. "Bad Juliet! Bad!" Tyler said, chuckling to himself. "Come on. I'm trying to be romantic here." I smiled. It was like just like him to do something like this. "So I heard you just got offered a couple of contracts from some pretty big teams..." "Yeah. The Heat's been campaigning for me pretty hard. The Pacers too. But I'm not sure I want to go pro." "WHAT?!" Is he serious? Where the hell is this coming from? He chuckled. "Basketball's been my life for as long as I can remember, but I don't really know if I want it to be the only thing I know, y'know? I want to explore a bit. Find something I'm actually passionate about." "Tyler, I don't know if this is a good idea. It seems crazy..." I bit my lip. He was really going to pass up an offer to play with the Heat for some good, old fashioned soul-searchin'? "But I support you. What do you have in mind?" "Well, one of my friends did say I'd be perfect for porn..." "You are not becoming a porn star," I said through clenched teeth, and he laughed. "Do you know how many male porn stars end up committing suicide?! Or worse! I am NOT letting that happen to you!" He laughed again. "I'm joking. Geeze! But seriously, you remember that mockumentary I was in when I played for Notre Dame?" "'48 Flavor Crusade'? Yeah. What about it?" It was an awful, shaky-cam mess about basketball players gaining superpowers from eating ice cream that's been contaminated by tasteless alien goo. Most of the actors were players on the team, and they were different varieties of awful, save for Tyler who was surprisingly good for someone who's never even been in a high school play before. He wasn't fantastic, but he was pretty decent. "I got a taste for acting after that. I auditioned for a show a few months ago while I was in Florida, and I got a bit part. Production starts in a few months. The producer says if I do well enough, I could be a reoccurring character." "Ty, that's fantastic! I'm so proud of you!" I beamed at him. I think. Still blindfolded, so it was hard to tell. "So when you quitting the college league, then?" "I'll wait a little while." I could practically hear his cheeky smirk. "I want to go out in a blaze of glory." ******** After our little talk, Tyler had turned the radio up really loud, so that pretty much killed our conversation from that point. After what felt like hours later, we finally arrived. He stopped the car, and I could hear the soft sounds of a jazz singer as she scatted along to a piano melody. Tyler then opened the door for me, and as I stepped outside I heard the quiet chatter of the elite as they discussed normal affairs, and I could smell the aroma of grilled meat. "Tyler, can you afford-?" "Shush. Don't worry about it, ok! Just relax and enjoy yourself." He cooed as he ushered me into the restaurant. "Ah. Mr. Joseph, you're right over-. Hmm." I heard the shrill voice of the hostess call. I didn't need to see to know she was giving the stink eye to my shoes. "I'm sorry. I don't think those adhere to our-." "They may not. But my friend Mr. Benjamin says he likes them..." Did he just slip her a bribe? Who is this sneaky man, and what has he done to my Tyler?! "Oh! Well who am I to disagree with a founding father? Just come along! Right this way!" Then I felt him guide me through the restaurant, and the smell of steak and wine and expensive perfume permeated the air. Honestly it was a little overwhelming. He sat me down in what felt like a comfy leather chair, and cuddled me close to his side. The waitress came by, and Tyler ordered for us both before I could get a chance to say anything. "My fiance and I would both like parmesan stuffed hot peppers to start. And for drinks, she'll have a virgin pina colada, and I'll just like a water for now. When you come back, we'll be ready to order our main course." I heard the sound of heels clicking on a hard surface, and knew she had left. "So... Where are we?" I finally asked, feeling the urge to take off my blindfold grow stronger than ever. But Tyler is trying to be romantic... "A nice place. That's all you need to know." He said, and he wrapped an arm around my shoulder. "You're lucky I trust you." I said, shaking my head and he chuckled. "Just don't expect to be the only one paying for the meal, okay? You've already done enough tonight as far as money goes." "But-." "No buts!" I commanded, cutting him off. "If you want me to have a good time tonight, then please don't fight me on this. I know you're trying to be romantic and all, but you don't need to spoil me. I've been yours since we were kids." And on that note... "Ty, how are we going to do this?" "Do what?" He asked, confused. "Us. How is this going to work?" I asked, feeling worried. "We can spout whatever bullshit we want about romance and love and being together forever, but that won't change the fact that what we're doing is illegal." "It's not illegal everywhere. We can go to Indiana or to Canada or Nevada. You don't need to worry, okay. Everything's going to be fine." "Tyler, you keep saying that, but-." "Here are your drinks and appetizer. Now, would you like to order your main course, or would you like to wait until you've finished?" The waitress asked, cutting me off. "We'll wait." I said before Tyler could say anything. "Thank you. You've been wonderful so far." The waitress thanked me, and I heard the sound of her heels against the floor again. "Now Ty, we got to talk about -. Mhmph!" He stuffed a pepper into my mouth, and shushed me. "Don't worry. This night is going to be special, okay? We've waited so long to be together like this, and I want every minute we have together to be fantastic, regardless of the consequences and whatnot." Tyler sounded exasperated, so I decided to hold my tongue for the time being, and I started chewing the fried pepper. It was surprisingly good, and I smiled to show Tyler that I was going to let him do his thing for the rest of the date. ************* I don't know how long we stayed in that restaurant, but Tyler and I ended up having a pretty good time. The music was great, the food was fantastic, and the service was impeccable. As promised, I kept my mouth shut about the situation we were in the entire time, and that seemed to allow Tyler to focus on playing Romeo for the rest of the evening. He made me keep the blindfold on the entire time, which was kind of annoying, but Tyler, always the romantic, said, "It makes things feel more intimate this way. If you can't see me, then it makes you have to trust me more. You've already seen a taste of what I can give you, but now I want you to feel it." And I, always the immature one, replied, "Feel it. And taste it. In my mouth?" To which Tyler chuckled in amusement and said, "That comes later." This man... After our date, Tyler ushered me outside, still blindfolded, and we walked to the car. As we happily chatted and Tyler playfully kissed my cheeks, the sound of tires screeching stopped us dead in our tracks. "Shit!" Tyler cursed, and tried to quickly usher me back into the car. Sadly, he wasn't quick enough, and we were suddenly surrounded by people. I could hear the fast sounds of clicking as they hurled question after question at us. "Tyler Joseph, who is this mystery woman and how long have you two known each other?" "Tyler, how will this affect your professional relationship with Sherry Washington?" "This woman looks an awful lot like your step mom. Is she your stepsister?" "Any comments?" "Any comments?" "Any comments?" Before they could get their answers, Tyler quickly pushed us through the crowd and towards the car. The crowd tried to follow us, but by the time they surrounded the hood, Tyler already had the keys in the ignition and was driving off. I took off my blindfold, and looked back at the restaurants. Several people were still trying to chase after our car with cameras. There wasn't a doubt in my mind that they'd find the information they desired with a quick internet search and some digging into the customers at the restaurant. Then the headlines would start, and the drama would ensue. I ruined him! ************ After a little while, Daisy had fallen asleep. Her light snoring, and worried expression made me a little anxious, but I reassured myself that this was part of the plan. After a little while, I pulled up to the lakeside log cabin I had rented, and got out of the car. I pulled out my cell phone, and dialed the number. She picked up on the first ring. "Hey TJ. How was the paparazzi swarm?" She asked. "Bout as good as it could be. Is everything set up?" I asked, eying Daisy to make sure she couldn't hear me. "Yep. I set it all up this morning, and I'll be over to pick up your car later." She said. "Good luck, champ. Just try not to get overwhelmed to break her in too early, ok? I need her alive for when we bond-style the big reveal of our plan, okay?" I chuckled. "I made a promise to Uncle Rodney that I fully plan to keep." She chuckled again, and said, "I'll just have to take your word for that. Goodbye and good luck, TJ." I thanked her, and ended the call. I saw Daisy stirring in the car, and the anxiety began to creep back in. I raced to her side of the car, and opened the door. God, I hope this works! His Roommates Today started pretty much like every other; I woke up, threw on your Cowboys jersey, and went to make a pot of coffee. We spent most of the night having the most wonderful sex and you had to be at work at 5. You woke me when you left and I dozed back off until now (6:45). I gotta get up and get moving; I have class at 11:30. I didn't expect your roomies to be awake, so I didn't bother getting fully dressed. The jersey pretty much covers everything, so I ran in to make my coffee. I got to the kitchen and started my coffee. Man, it was going to be great. I went to sit on the couch to wait for my coffee and sat right on top of Troy. I screamed, he jumped, and we both started laughing. I hadn't seen him sleeping on the couch. The embarrassing part was I had set my naked pussy on Troy's bare chest. I'm sure he didn't mind! I always see him looking at me; him and Jimmy both—the other roommate. When I see them looking, I act like I don't know and start teasing them. I might straighten my skirt, or rub lotion up and down my legs; something to make them notice just how sexy I am. And their friend Jason gets to fuck this! Dream on losers.....Our screaming and laughing had woken Jim up and he came in the room growling. "I just fucking got home, what the fuck?" He said. Jimmy works at the bar across the street and usually gets off around 3 AM; if he can find some drunk-ass bitch to bang, that's where he will be until 8 or 9. He was carrying a beer in his hand. "How the hell can you still be drinking?" I laughed. What a drunk fuck! Jim started yelling at me, "Look here you fucking whore.." Troy looked at me and said, "He's drunk, ignore him." Then he looked at Jim and said, "Jim, she was just teasing, it's okay, go back to bed." Jim looked at me again and said, "Look at you, walking through here with no panties on; dumbass, we know what you are up to. Yes, bitch, I see your pussy and I heard about y'all fucking all night last night. Well, guess what, we watch you fuck. Jason tapes it and we watch you getting fucked, like the whore you are. We know you like it up the ass and we've all seen your cum face!" Taped? What? They watch me? And Jason knows? This can't be true. "You're lying, you're a fucking liar," I screamed at Jim. "Troy, it's not true, is it? Please tell me he's making shit up," I begged. The look on Troy's face told me the ugly truth. Jim walked up and grabbed my arm, "In fact, I know what you like. You like this," Jimmy reached under the jersey and gripped my whole cunt with his large paw. Pulling me towards him, he used my labia as a handle. Roughly he slid two fingers from one hand in my pussy and two from the other hand in my asshole, basically hugging my thigh. "I've seen Jason do this to you a hundred times." Oh my God, he does know! I tried to pull away and Jim's grip only tightened. Jim had me totally filled up in an instant; I shouldn't be enjoying this, but it feels so good. Troy was looking at him as Jim said, "ya know, Troy, I dunno bout you, but I been wantin' to feel that mouth on my dick, too." Troy looked a little shocked, but you could see the wheels turning as his mouth began to smile. "No!" I shouted, "You're not gonna, I'm not!" Jim shook me like a ragdoll, "oh yes you will whore, or we're gonna tell Jason I woke up to you sucking my cock." Troy laughed. "That's not funny, and he wouldn't believe you!" Troy leaned into me and said, "Yes he would, after last night." Holy shit, they did hear me! I am mortified. Troy looked over and said, "Hey Jim, wanna play the recording I sent to your phone?" What the hell? I screamed at them, "What the fuck is wrong with y'all? You watch me, listen to me, and tape me?" "Yup," Jim said, "and now we're going to sample you for ourselves." He pulled out his phone, punched a few buttons, and a recording started to play. It's Jason moaning. "Oh yeah baby, suck my cock...fuck, you feel good....deeper..yeah that's it...ah...fuck, you can swallow cock.." Then Jim fast forwards a little and you can hear me moaning, "uuuuuhhh, fuck me, fuck me baby, harder, ow, ow, ow....you like hurting me huh...you like it...what if I was getting fucked by another man......ow, ow, ow...oh Jason, stop, you're hurting me, you'd like that huh...watching me fuck...uh, uh, uh, oh baby, fuck me, watching me suck another man....uh, uh, uh, oh, Jason don't stop, I'm gonna cum...." Jim stops the recording. "See, you wanna do it and Jason obviously is okay with it, hell he started pounding your ass every time you said something about another guy. Now you're gonna practice." Jim reached under the jersey again. "Hey Troy, she's wet already." "N-n-no I am not," I stammered. My mind was saying no, but my cunt loved Jim's touch. Jim slid another finger inside me, "no, don't" I said. Troy came up behind me and growled into me ear, "you know I felt that warm pussy on my chest this morning don't you, well, my chest was wet when you got up—I have been smelling you since then and I am beginning to agree with Jim, you need a good fucking. Walking around here with that ass of yours hanging out, leaving the bathroom door unlocked so we "accidently" walk in on you, Jason can't be that good of a fuck, so I think all of that noise is for our benefit. I don't know how many times I have jerked myself off to your moans." The thought of Troy fantasizing about me while masturbating was hot, but I still didn't want to do this. "I'm not doing this, if you want my pussy you're going to have to take it, I'm not giving it up freely!" There that should make them feel like shit! "Well okay," Jim said, "have it your way, cunt; it's gonna be fun to feel you from the inside." Troy pulled the jersey off me and Jim picked my naked body up and carried me over to the dining room table. Jim asked Troy to go get a few bandannas. "What the hell are you gonna do with those...let me go...Jason's gonna kick you're asses..." Jim held my nose until I opened my mouth then shoved a bandanna in. "First thing I'm gonna do is that---shut you the fuck up! You're so fucking hot until you start talking; damn what a wasted combination." I was infuriated beyond belief and started fighting as best I could. They managed to get my arms and legs tied to each leg of the table. This leaves me naked and exposed, bound and gagged, on the dining room table. Jim gets a pillow from the couch and shoves it under my ass. He is pulling a chair up to the table, between my legs. I can feel him there and it is turning me on, strangely enough. I start crying, "Jason, I'm sorry," I think to myself and then become aware of Troy near my head. Jim begins by breathing on my pussy lips and it makes me jump. Troy leans down and starts sucking on one nipple. This feels so good to me and it shouldn't, right? I didn't choose this; I fought as hard as I could, didn't I. Troy drops his shorts and starts sliding his hard cock on my tits. "His dick is long and thick, wow, I wouldn't mind....NO!" I tell myself. Jim is playing with my pussy and asshole. Jim says to me, "Your cunt tells me you are loving this, I wanna take your gag off so I can hear you moan for us. If I take it off, you will not scream or talk, if you do I will put it back on, got it?" I nod approval and appreciate the relief I am given. Troy is sucking, fucking, and twisting my nipples, when Jim opens my pussy with his thumbs and sucks directly on my engorged clit. I am moaning loud and I can tell Jim is pleased. He keeps fingering my pussy and sucking my clit; Troy grabs both tits and shoves them together and sucks both nips at once. "Oh god, I'm gonna cum." My pussy is twitching and getting ready to explode....and they both stop touching me allowing my orgasm to subside. "Uhhhhhhhh" I scream, "I....I was....there...." They quickly untie me and pull me down to the chairs and I find myself riding Troy's fat cock. He is made like a Greek god and hung like one too. Troy is leaning back on the chair and I am pumping up and down on his lap. Jim pulls a chair up behind me while reaching around and pulling my nipples. I feel surrounded by manliness, being explored by four hands. Jim releases one nipple and begins massaging my asshole; Troy has the other nipple and is thumbing my clit as I fuck him. My cunt is wet and filled by Troy, and then Jim slides his finger in my asshole. Instantly I cum and scream out. I am fucking Troy as hard as I can when I can't handle it anymore and my pussy starts gushing my sweet juices everywhere. I am moaning and coming and I feel Jim's stiff dickhead on my asshole. I'm still coming and Jim pushes slowly into me; I yell out and cum even harder. I can't stop coming, then I feel four hands grip my hips and start lifting me. I'm going to die right here—two men filling both my holes and both using me as a fucktoy. They bounce me up and down quickly. My ass and pussy are stretched out and Troy is abusing my tits with his mouth. Jim's teeth are clamped down on the back of my neck. I get no relief from orgasm. My juices pour from my body and cover us all while I am twitching and moaning. I've never cum like this before. The two of them slam me down onto their laps until Troy says he is going to cum. He pulls out of me, leaving me on Jim's lap being fucked in the ass. Troy pulls my head down and Jim stands up, giving him leverage to pound my asshole. Troy shoves his cock in my throat and cums hard. I swallow as fast as I can. Troy was moaning in relief when I hear Jim start grunting. His balls contract and I feel his cum fill my ass. I'm tired, sore and glad they are done. None of us heard Jason come in. Apparently, he had watched most of the show. He walked around the corner and said, "So, is this what happens while I am at work? I come home to surprise you and find this" We all stare at him waiting for the anger. Jason walks over and grabs my hair, "On your knees, whore!" "I..I...don't understand.." I start. "Shut up whore, Jim told you not to talk!" Jason tells Jim, "Jimmy, get the paddle, we have to teach this slut a lesson." Jim comes back with an old fraternity paddle; it looks thick and solid. "Jimmy, you need to spank the slut for her disobedience." Jim responds, "Yes, sir." With that, the wooden paddle lands across both ass cheeks with a solid pop. I scream. When my mouth opens Jason shoves his dick into my face. My tears begin to fall and Jason says to me, "You love sucking cock, don't you, whore?" I nod yes. "You will suck my cock until I cum and then swallow, understand?" I nod again. He grabs my head and impales it onto his stiff member. "From now on, you will suck dick on command, mine, Troy's, or Jimmy's when we ask, and do you understand?" I cannot breathe. No I don't agree, never! I try to pull back against Jason with no luck. My lungs are about to explode and I feel light headed so I nod in agreeance. Jason says, "Good, I knew you would accept our proposal. You are now our sex slave, our good little fuck toy, who allows us to use her whenever we feel the need. You are going to be busy, my little whore. Now if you want to earn your dinner tonight, you need to finish me off now." Jason leans back and I begin to suck his cock. I can taste my tears. This is horrible; I cannot believe this has happened. My parents won't be back from Europe for months; they won't miss me 'til then. "Hey Troy," says Jason, "what was that fantasy you were telling me you have?" Troy replies, "The one where I tongue her cunt and finger her ass while she sucks your cock?" "That would be the one," Troy replies, "jump under there dude and eat that sweet pussy." Troy slides on the floor between my knees and begins to lap at my pussy. He has his nose buried in my used cunt, working away with his tongue. "Maybe this won't be so bad, after all?" I think, as my mouth slides up and down on Jason's stiff dick. Jason says, "Hey Jimmy, go get the camera, will ya?" His Roommate's Girlfriend Carla and Graham had been sweethearts from the seventh grade. They spent as much time together as they could, some of it in heavy petting sessions. A few weeks before they graduated they went so far as to masturbate each other in Graham's father's car. This was the most exciting sexual thing they did. On graduation night, a couple of weeks after they both turned eighteen, Graham and Carla made out in the back seat. Carla pulled her panties down and Graham mounted her. It did not take long for him to shoot off into his rubber but Carla was unsatisfied and disappointed. This was not what she had expected. Their parents never could understand how the two of them came together. The only thing they seemed to have in common was red hair; Carla's was long, soft, luscious and hung down her back in a wave of red. Graham's red hair was bristly and seemed to stand out in all directions no matter how he tried to keep it under control. He was a short, skinny kid, a bookworm who thought that working out was for gays or muscle beach boys. Carla was a luscious, sexy kid from the time she turned thirteen. By the time she was fifteen she turned many a head with her 36-24-36 figure and long, shapely legs. She was as tall as Graham, five feet eight, and looked like a swim suit model ought to look. But there they were, inseparable. Graham wanted to have sex with Carla the day after graduation but Carla turned him down. And she kept turning him down until he stopped asking her. "You don't know the first thing about satisfying a woman, Graham," she told him. Graham was mystified. He was a bright enough young man, graduated high in his class, hi enough to get a scholarship to the state university, but when it came to sex he was a noodnik. Carla had graduated a few places ahead of Graham and was also awarded a scholarship to the state university. When fall came they drove there together in the car Graham's parents gave him for a graduation present. Graham helped Carla move her things into her room where they met her roommate, Sophie Kulakas, a stunning blond with a figure equal to Carla's. Graham had a difficult time keeping his eyes off her, mainly because she was wearing a tight T shirt and short shorts and it was obvious she was not wearing panties or a bra. Carla went with Graham to his dorm and helped him unload his things and take them into his room. Graham's roommate was already there and unpacked when they arrived. His name was Brad .. They shook hands all around and Carla felt a little twinge of excitement when Brad shook her hand, holding it longer than necessary. She kept taking surreptitious glances Brad's way as she helped Graham unpack. His six feet one inch frame was as athletic as Graham's was puny; the bulging muscles and pecs of a man who worked out. He wore tight jeans which outlined the bulge of his cock. Carla could was startled when she saw his crotch and the size of the bulge it made in his jeans. She licked her lips and wondered if Brad knew how to please a woman. Not, she told herself, she intended to find out, but she could not help but wonder what it would be like to have Brad as a sex partner. Graham was blissfully unaware that Carla and Brad were eyeing each other covertly. He just chattered on about how nice it was to have made a friend his first day at the university and how much fun they were going to have. When Carla left their room Brad shook her hand and again held it longer than necessary. She fel her face redden at the frank way Brad eyed her body. She was dressed in jeans and blouse, not all that sexy, but her charms were displayed nicely, she knew and it excited her to know Brad was so appreciative of how she looked. Graham took her for granted and it was nice to have a sexy, athletic looking man eye her as Brad did. It made her pussy pulse with excitement. Brad had a hardon the moment he saw Carla come in the door. He could not believe his nerdy roommate had such a luscious girlfriend. He opened his pants and pulled out his hard cock, his mind filling with visions of Carla. He closed his eyes and in his mind's eye Carla was standing here in front of him, a sexy, com hither look on her face. She licked her lips as she unfastened her blouse. Letting it fall to the floor she caressed her breasts through her nylon bra. A wicked grin on her face, she turned and, reaching behind her, unfastened her bra straps. She shook her shoulders and her bra straps fell off her shoulders, landing lightly on her arms. Turning she looked him full in the face as she held the bra in front of her and then she let her arm fall. Her full breasts, rising high on her chest, tipped with full, rigid nipples were staring him in the face. Carla cupped her luscious tits and caressed them, teasing the nipples into even greater rigidity, their red tips like a beacon. She mouthed him as kiss as she watched him masturbate. Her eyes held his as she unfastened her skirt. It fell to the floor and she stepped aside, letting it lay where it fell. Brad's cock jerked in his hand as he stared at the tiny triangle that was her black bikini panties. Her tongue licking along her lips, she turned and put her fingers on the waistband of her panties. Her ass shimmied from side to side as she lowered her panties. Brad stared at her ass as she spread her legs and bent over, exposing to his hungry eyes her asshole and full, fat, engorged, red pussy lips with wisps of her pubic hair on either side. Brad was almost ready to shoot off when she turned and faced him. She used one hand to caress her breasts while the other fluffed her pubic hair and then she ran a finger between her pussy lips, wet with her precum juices. She dipped a finger between her lips and wet it with her juices. Brad arched his back as he began to cum, his jism shooting toward his distorted face. It was at that moment that the door opened and Carla walked through the door. She stared at his prone figure a moment, his cock still shooting his cum and then grinned at him. Pulling the door partly shut she turned her head and spoke through the partly open door, "It's OK, Graham. You don't have to come in." Opening and then closing the door, er ass twitching sensually, she walked to Graham's bed and picked up her purse. Looking down at Brad, his dripping cock still in his hand, she told him, "I'm sorry I interrupted you, Brad. You just get back to where you were." She ran her tongue over her lips slowly as she let her eyes move from his face to his cock. "I hope we see much more of each other this semester, she told him as she turned and walked to the door, an exaggerated strut in her stride, her tight buns swinging suggestively. She turned as she reached and looked back at Brad, a mischievous grin on her face. She blew him a kiss as she exited. Brad's cock was growing hard again as he recreated the scene. He licked his lips, thinking of the next time he saw Carla, hoping it would be without Graham. His hand moved up and down his still wet cock as he filled his mind with Caala's sexy body. Before long he was shooting off once again.