0 comments/ 9118 views/ 3 favorites Flatmate By: CanesVenatici Sunday night, I had next to nothing to do... * * * * * Click Here to listen: .mp3 format or .ogg format. (7.5 min/mp3) * * * * * Flatmate Catches Me I used to live with a girl called laura, we weren't a couple, I just happened to have moved in with her. She was absolutely gorgeous, she had very long hair which went over her amazing breasts, they were fantastic. She was also very curvy but had the flatest stomach. We got comfy enough that we could walk about without very much on but never so comfy as to be naked around each other. One lazy afternoon I was lying on the sofa in nothing but my comfy PJ bottoms whilst she was in her room watching shite telly, I was feeling pretty frisky but didn't want to move about much so I put the laptop on top of my stomach and decided to have a look at literotica, I would have a nice slow wank to while away the afternoon, teasing myself over a couple of hours before finishing with a flourish. It wouldn't look like I was looking at or watching porn if laura came through but the thought of playing with myself when she was in the other room was a bit of a turn on. I lay down and started reading. Before long I was really hard and started to touch myself through my bottoms, the more I read the more horny I became, my body started to grind on the sofa a little and my breathing became a bit more noticable. Suddenly there was a voice behind me. "Whatcha doin'?" She said in her chirpy happy way. I got startled and sat bolt upright on the sofa, the laptop covering my erection. Before I even had the chance to say anything she jumped onto the settee and sat beside me, looking at my screen with her arm almost around me, she was extrememly close to me and I could feel her breast pressing into my naked chest. She was wearing loose PJ bottoms and a tight t-shirt with no bra. I simply couldn't react! I couldn't say anything! I just looked at her and after a while I looked back at the screen myself. Once she realised what i was reading she said "Ooo, this is good" and continued to read. I read with her, I could smell her, her face was close to mine and I noted that she had moved closer into me. Her hand started to move across her thighs and over to my stomach, moving in circles and slowly going down, her other hand had landed on my shoulder, her fingers slowly and softly stroking my bare skin. Without taking her eyes of the screen she slowly moved her hand inside my bottoms and found my hard cock, i stifled a small moan as soon as she touched it, it was electric. She moved her hands around it softly and expertly, enjoying the touch of it. I slid the laptop further down my knees and slipped my bottoms down freeing my hard member, as soon as I did, her hand gripped around me and her thumb deftly circled around the tip sending a shiver down my spine. She turned to me and said wickedly; "Look, she's giving him a brilliant blowjob..." With a smile her lips moved towards mine and we kissed, when she pulled away she kissed my chin, then my neck, chest, stomach before moving down. She kissed the tip of my cock a couple of times then took the whole thing in her mouth. Her tongue worked wonders on me, I was in heaven. My hand that was resting on her back moved around her and I touched her amazing breasts, playing with the nipples through the material of her t-shirt. She continued to suck me off, moaning every now and then. I could feel my cock vibrating in her mouth everytime she moaned. I wanted to come, I had already turned myself on so much before she came through, now I was ready to explode! My body stiffened and I had the most amazing and intense orgasm. When I came round she was kissing the tip of my penis tenderly. I pulled her up and kissed her, "That was fucking incredible!". She smiled and looked towards the laptop, "So what other stories are there then...? We browsed about a bit until she saw a story she liked the look of and we started reading it. I gave her the laptop and put my arm around her, my other hand softly teasing her erect nipples through her t-shirt while we read. Soon I was kissing her neck, moving my hand down her flat stomach and teasing with the string on her PJ bottoms. In one movement she removed her top, exposing her magnificant breasts. My lips went slowly from her neck down to her nipples, she let out a gasp as my tongue moved over them. "I'm so fucking wet" Her hand reached for my cock again but I wanted to do something else. Without interrupting her reading I moved laura onto her back and placed the laptop on her stomach. My hands went to her hips and I slid off her bottoms and g-string. I kissed all the way up her legs, slowly seperating them, spending a lot of time kissing the inside of her thighs. I could see her pussy, it was shaved and glistening. I blew on it softly and she seemed to shudder slightly, moaning. I couldn't see much of her but I noticed that her hand was laying idly over her breasts. I kissed her gently between the legs, pausing for a moment before my tongue reached out and teased against her clit. Her back arched and then she pushed herself towards my mouth. I teased some more - enjoying the moment - before the flat of my tongue pressed against her pussy. My hands moved up and down her thighs as her body moved against my mouth. She moaned louder and louder. Before long she had put the laptop down on the floor and started watching me go down on her, our eyes met before an expression of pleasure washed over her face and she moved her head back and let out a sexy groan. She moved her hands onto my head, pulling at my hair and directing me. "Oh god yes!" She screamed "Oh fuck!". My hands moved up around her hips, under her arms and over her breasts, her sounds becoming more intense as I played with them. I started to moan into her, causing my tongue to vibrate on her clit. "Oh god, oh my fucking god! I want your cock! I want you inside me!". My member stiffened at the thought. I decided to fuck her with my tongue, moving it inside her as far as I could get it, she moved further into me, willing it to fuck her. I moved my left hand away from her breasts, down her stomach, around her hips and slowly over her arse, holding the cheek firmly. I took it round her thigh and in between her legs. My tongue started to concentrate on her clit again as my finger teased her opening. she responded, moaning louder, her hand holding her head, she started to bite into her arm in ectascy as my finger moved slowly inside her. "Fuck!" my tongue played with her clit whilst the tip of my finger rubbed against her g-spot. Suddenly her back arched, her body stiffened and she let out a scream; "Yes! Yes! Oh fuck yes!" I rested my tongue on her clit, not moving, watching her breath deeply, entranced by her breasts moving up and down in front of me. She took a while to recover, I started kissing her thighs again and worked my lips all the way up her body. When I got to her lips she kissed me passionately, holding me against her body. That was the start of a VERY good night... Flatmate Fun "Oh baby. Oh fuck yeah. Yes, baby, yes." Katy felt Steve's breath against her ear as he continued to pound away on top of her, his increasing tempo indicating that his climax wasn't far away. Her own orgasm, however, was nowhere near. Not even close. This wasn't a surprise. He never made her cum. His idea of foreplay was a quick rub between her legs before putting on a condom and climbing on top of her. She had tried to spice things up a bit but he wasn't interested. She had tried going on top but if anything he had cum even quicker. "Oh baby, you're so tight. I love how you grip my sword." Sword? Really? Steve was a nice guy. They had been dating a few months and things had been...Okay. He was pleasant and nice looking but he just didn't excite her the way he probably should. "Oh, Katy!" He grunted into her ear as he collapsed on top of her. Her kissed her on her forehead and rolled off her. She glanced over at him lying next to her with his hands behind his head and was ashamed to feel slightly resentful. Look at him, all sated and satisfied. She felt like a coiled spring, aching for her own release but knowing from past experience once he'd cum the battle was already lost. "Well, I suppose I better be off," he spoke with slight reluctance. "Early start tomorrow." "Oh, ok," she responded, a bit annoyed he wasn't even making the effort post orgasm. He climbed out of bed and pulled on his clothes as she walked naked across her room and pulled on her robe. They walked past her flatmate's room to the main door of the apartment. Steve leant down and a dropped a kiss on her lips. "I'll call you tomorrow," he promised, as he gave her a quick wave goodbye. She closed the door behind him and turned back to her room when she saw her flatmate leaning against the doorframe of his own room. "Loverboy has gone now then?" Ryan questioned with a raised eyebrow. "Good detective work Sherlock," she retorted. They had been flatmates for almost a year and for the most part they got on well. They shared a similar sense of humour and other than being a complete flirt, he really was a nice guy. He grinned at her sarcasm and then looked her up and down. She was suddenly conscious that she was completely naked beneath her robe. Ryan raised his eyebrows again and let his eyes rest on her barely covered cleavage. "Stop looking at me like that!" She chastised him, tightening the belt on her robe. "Sorry babe, I promise to keep my 'sword' to myself," he retorted with heavy emphasis on the word so embarrassingly used by Steve. "You heard that?" She exclaimed, mortified. Her hands flew to her face in embarrassment. It was cringeworthy enough that she had to listen to it, never mind Ryan! "Oh yeah baby," Ryan replied with a grin, clearly enjoying himself. She scowled at him. "Well you shouldn't have been listening, you pervert," She countered childishly. God, how much had he heard? "I couldn't not. Loverboy is pretty vocal." He took a step closer to her and leaned in to whisper. "You however, were not." "Ryan!" She spluttered, wondering if it was possible to die of embarrassment. "Don't be embarrassed babe. Not everyone can be a God in the sack like me." He winked at her. She rolled her eyes, wishing she could argue that point but from the cries of pleasure she had heard from women coming from his bedroom he clearly was doing something right. "Look, sex isn't all about screaming orgasms. It's about connection," she retorted defensively, not even sure she believed herself. "Bullshit! Yeah connection is great but what's the point if it doesn't feel good?" She couldn't think of an adequate response and so continued to glare at him. "You'd probably be less grumpy if you weren't sexually frustrated," he continued. "I am not sexually frustrated!" She shouted. "I can see to myself you know!" That admission was met with silence, although he looked as surprised as she felt that she'd actually admitted to it. Alone time with her trusty vibrator had become something of a night time ritual lately. Ryan's eyes were dark as his eyes roamed her body again. "I know," he murmured, startling her. "I hear that too." "You hear me?" She whispered, closing her eyes in embarrassment. "Oh yeah," he murmured. "And it's as hot as hell." She opened her eyes and was startled to find him standing in front her, his eyes dark. "I can hear your soft moans. I know you try and be quiet, but it gets too much doesn't it? I can hear the buzz of your toy as you hold it against your clit. And then the sound goes faint and I know you've taken it inside you. I imagine what you must look like, making yourself feel good like that." Katy looked at him wide eyed, her heart pounding. "And what do you do?" She breathed, unable to take her eyes off his. "I join you," he said simply. "I imagine what it would be like to touch you like that, to make you moan like that, and I cum when you cum." "Fuck," she murmured, the aching throb between her legs intensifying. She had no idea he could hear her, let alone that he was stroking his cock listening to her. She was surprised at how hot she found the image of him cumming for her. "That's why it's a waste," he continued. "I've heard you cum, I've heard you moan. You don't do that for him. You're wasted on him. You shouldn't have to make yourself cum. A body like yours deserves a pro, not a fucking amateur." Not even able to mock the cheesy line that he had undoubtably used before, Katy just stared at him. Sure, they had flirted in the past, good natured friendly banter, but this was different. She could feel the electricity between them and was surprised by how much she wanted him to touch her. "Ryan, I..." She started, unsure of what to say or do next. He smiled at her and took a step back, disappointing her. "I better let you get back to your room," he murmured, his eyes still on her face. She nodded and whispered goodnight as she hurriedly entered her room and shut the door. She leant her head back against the closed door and sighed heavily. What the hell was that? She had felt certain he was going to touch her and he had been saying all those hot things and then... Nothing. Her disappointment was overwhelming. She knew if he had touched her or kissed her she wouldn't have held back. "You have a boyfriend," she scolded herself. Ryan had done the right thing. Still, it did nothing to relieve the disappointment and ache that she felt. She glanced over at her bed and then at her bedside drawer where she kept her toy. Dare she, now she knew he could hear? She felt her pulse quicken as she imagined him in his own room, taking his cock in his hand as he listened to the buzz of her vibrator. She removed her robe and walked naked over to her bed. She opened her drawer and took out her rabbit vibrator, and lay back. Feeling bold she turned it on and held the tip against her aching clit. She couldn't stop the moan that slipped out. She needed this. She ran her spare hand up her body and over her full breast. She remembered how Ryan had eyes her cleavage in the hallway, as she gently rolled a nipple between her finger and thumb. He had never hidden that he thought she had a good body but she had no idea he had cum listening to her have her own orgasm. She moved the toy down to her wet opening, lubricating it with her own juices as she moved it back over her clit. Oh it felt good. She moaned again, suddenly spurred on by the thought of him listening. Did he have his cock in his hand? The image of him stroking himself for her intensified the ache between her legs and she brought the toy back to her opening and slid it deep inside her pussy. "Oh god," she breathed, as she felt her rabbit fill her. She positioned the toys 'ears' over her clit and luxuriated in the double stimulation. She lifted her hips off the bed in time with her hand movements, moving the toy in and out of her pussy. She squeezed her nipple harder as she felt the orgasm she so desperately needed become closer. She closed her eyes and imagined what Ryan may be doing. She was sure his cock would be big, and she imagined him stroking himself quickly, bringing himself off. That image was enough to push her over the edge as her orgasm racked through her body. "Ryan..." She moaned loudly, unable to stop herself as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her trembling body. "Oh fuck!" a deep voice exclaimed from outside her room. She heard a floorboard creak right outside as she realised Ryan must have been stood right outside her door. Oh god! He must have heard her moan his name as she orgasmed. Had he cum too? Had he been so close to her, right outside her door. stroking his cock? She stared at her door, her toy still deep inside her as her inner muscles clenched around it. Was he still there? She slipped the now wet toy out of her, placed it on the bed and tiptoed to the door. She opened it slightly and peered outside. There was nobody there; he had obviously gone back to his own room. She shut the door quietly and climbed back into her bed. She didn't sleep a wink that night. ******** The next day she had hurriedly got ready for work and left before Ryan got out of bed. She recalled the events of the night before and felt a mix of excitement and embarrassment. She found it hard to concentrate at work where she was a PA to a lawyer at the local law firm, and she was relieved when it was time to go home. She looked at her phone and saw a missed call from Steve. She quickly listened to his voicemail where he told her he would be working late that night and they could catch up later in the week. Katy felt both guilty and relieved as she hung up the call. She couldn't face him tonight. It was Friday night and rather than her usual plans to see friends, Katy was looking forward to going home and having an early night, since she had barely slept the night before. It had been a long day and by the time she got home Ryan had already left for the evening. The scent of his aftershave still lingered and she knew she must have only just missed him. She undressed and pulled on her shorts and a vest top and grabbing a blanket, she curled up on the sofa. She wasn't sure how long she had been asleep for when a bang started her awake. "Fuck," Ryan's deep voice growled from the other side of their open plan living room / kitchen. Katy's sleepy eyes were drawn to him rubbing his head and frowning at an open kitchen cupboard and it didn't take a genius to figure out he'd banged his head. "You ok?" She asked, as he cursed at the cupboard as if it was in some way hoping to hurt him again. He spun around to face her. "Ah Katy. Katy Katy Katy," he drawled as he looked at her. "How much have you had to drink?" she asked as she climbed off the sofa. He was clearly drunk. "Not much," he mumbled, staring at her. His eyes roamed her body and she was conscious that her tiny shorts and vest didn't cover much. "Oh Katy, you're so fucking hot," he growled. "Your tits are amazing. And your legs. And your arse. And your pretty little face." Katy's eyes widened. She had no idea what to say. She'd seen him after a few too many drinks plenty of times, as he had seen her, but he had never been so brutally honest. He turned away and started to open and close and cupboards until she took his arm and led him to the sofa. "You're drunk," she told him firmly. "You need to go to bed." "I need to go to your bed. I heard you last night, Katy. I heard you cum and say my name. I've been hard all day thinking about it." She felt his hand on her thigh and they both looked at it. "Did you..." She started, then cleared her throat. "Um, did you, you know, do it too?" She flushed with embarrassment but she found she really wanted to know. "Did I cum, do you mean? Of course I did. You said my name," he explained as if it were obvious. Katy could feel her breathing become faster and more erratic. They looked at each other for a long time. "I want to make you cum, Katy," he whispered, his eyes locked with her hers. "I want to make you say my name again." Before she could answer his hand went to the back of her head and pulled her mouth to his. His kiss was hard and demanding and as she opened her mouth to allow his tongue to tangle with hers, she found Steve couldn't be further from her thoughts. With his hands on her hips he dragged her over to him and pulled her onto his lap so she was straddling him. His mouth was on her neck, kissing and licking and she felt how hard his cock was beneath her. She suddenly realised things were getting out of control. "Ryan, stop," she murmured as his hands started to slide up her vest top. He groaned in disappointment against her neck but his hands stopped moving. "Is it because of him? He can't even make you cum Katy. I could, I know I could. I'd make you cum against my tongue, around my fingers, around my cock. I'd make you scream my name." Katy could feel herself trembling. Fuck. She wanted him. But not like this. "Ryan, we can't do this while your drunk. If we're gonna do this, I want you sober. I want you to remember when you wake up." "Okay," he said simply, surprising her. She thought he'd put up a bit more of a fight and unreasonably found herself slightly disappointment. She climbed of his lap and helped pull him to his feet. He pulled her to him and she could feel how hard he was against her. "Goodnight Katy," he murmured before letting go of her and making his way to his room. Katy sighed and knew she had another sleepless night ahead of her. ***** She barely saw him over the next few days, between hangovers, social and work commitments they had been like passing ships. Katy thought it was probably for the best. As much as she wanted him, she knew it would over complicate things and there was also the small matter of Steve. Steve was coming over that night. Ryan was meeting friends and so they would have the place to themselves. Determined to spice things up a bit, Katy has bought some sexy underwear in the hope it might inspire him to indulge in a little foreplay. She had left her long hair down and freshly blow dried and put on her new black lace underwear. Her bra pushed her 32dd breasts up high and the lacy thong didn't leave much to the imagination. She pulled on some tight fitting jeans and a sheer top that displayed her bra and cleavage to it's full advantage. She was just applying a touch of mascara when she heard a knock at the door. "Wow, you look great!" Steve greeted her as she opened the door. He kissed her cheek and followed her into the kitchen. She was hoping for a more passionate physical display of appreciation but was happy he had at least noticed the effort she had put in. She had made a basic pasta dish that could be warmed up so rather than rushing to eat she pulled him to the couch. The fleeting image of her straddling Ryan right where they sat popped into her head but she pushed it to the back of her mind. She leant into him and kissed him, wishing his kisses set her on fire like Ryan's had. Steve pulled away and reached behind her. She wondered whether he would unhook her bra before realising he was reaching for the TV remote. "The football's on," he murmured as he flicked through the channels until he found the one he was looking for. Katy leant over him giving him a full view of her breasts and whispered "I thought we could...you know," and raised her eyebrows suggestively. He barley glanced at her as he said "yeah, sure, maybe later." Feeling dejected she all but stamped back into the kitchen and stuck the pasta dish in the oven. What was wrong with him? Was it her? She ran her hands through her hair in frustration. Steve was oblivious to her frustration and barely looked up as they heard keys in the lock. Katy walked to the door, she was expecting Ryan to be out for the night. "Woah!" Ryan exclaimed as he saw her. "Jesus Katy," he murmured with her eyes on her breasts. "I thought you were going out?" She asked, not knowing how to respond to his reaction to her. "Yeah, Danny's missus called and had a strop so we called it a night. Am I interrupting something?" He gestured to their living room where Steve was still sat glued to the television. "No" she pouted. "He's watching the football." He looked at her incredulously before walking past her and into the living room. "Alright Steve," he greeted the man who had now kicked off his shoes and was resting his feet on the coffee table. He tossed him a beer out of the fridge. "I need to talk to Katy about something. Won't keep her long," he told Steve who, without taking his eyes off the tv, nodded. "Sure, no problem." Katy who had been stood at the door watching the exchange, was caught by surprise when Ryan grabbed her hand and pulled her to his room and shut the door behind them. As she turned to face him she was startled as he pulled her hard against him. His hands tangled in her hair as he brought his mouth crashing down to hers. She opened her mouth greedily, welcoming his tongue into her mouth. Being kissed by Steve never felt like that. Oh god. Steve. She reluctantly pulled her head back and looked up at Ryan's dark lust filled eyed. "Steve..." She began. "Is a fucking idiot," he growled before kissing her again and backing her towards his bed. He pushed her back so she was lying looking up him as his eyes devoured her body. "You look like this and he'd rather watch football? What the fuck is wrong with him?" Without letting her answer he leant over her body and kissed her again, his hand sliding up her top and cupping a breast, kneading it gently. "If you want me to stop you need to tell me now but I am stone cold sober and I need to make you cum." She knew she should tell him to stop. Her boyfriend was in the next room. She shouldn't do this. She sat up and looked up at Ryan and saw the disappointment on his face. But instead of standing up she simply lifted the hem of her top over her head exposing her bra to him. "We need to be quiet," she whispered as he growled and joined her on the bed. The throbbing ache between her legs was intensifying and she was desperate to be touched. His mouth found her again as his hands went from her breasts, down her flat stomach to the zip of her jeans. He pulled her zip down and peeled them down her legs. "Jesus Christ," he hissed as he stared at the tiny triangle barely covering her smooth pussy. She instinctively parted her legs for him, reveling in the way he looked at her. He leant down and she could suddenly feel his breath against her thigh. He slowly ran a finger along the leg edge of her thong before pulling it to the side exposing her to him. "Oh baby," he groaned. "I've wanted to see you like this for so long. Spread your legs for me." Katy did as she was told and trembled as she felt a hand on either one of her inner thighs. He had barely touched her and she was already a quivering, wet mess. Then, when she was just thinking she couldn't wait any longer she felt his fingers part her lips and his tongue lapped over her clit. She moaned quietly, conscious Steve was still in the other room but not being able to help herself. "I hope you're ready for this Katy," he murmured against her pussy, looking up at her. "We've no time for slow and gentle." She nodded and raised her hips, offering her pussy to his face. She didn't want slow and gentle anyway, she needed to cum! His mouth went back to her clit, swirling it with his tongue, lapping at it and sucking on it. Her hands found the back of his head and she held him there as his talented mouth brought her closer to the brink. She felt his tongue start to fuck inside her pussy as his thumb kept up the stimulation on her clit. Flatmate Fun She was writhing on the bed, the pleasure almost too much as she tried to contain her moans. "Ryan..." She whimpered, warning him that she was close. He groaned as he heard her moan his name and his mouth covered her clit again as he slid two fingers deep inside her. He began to flick them inside her quickly as she rocked her hips against him. She grabbed a pillow and held it over her face as she felt her orgasm build until at last wave after wave of pleasure shook through her body as she screamed into the pillow, allowing it to muffle the sound. Ryan continued to lick her pussy as her orgasm subsided, looking up at her flushed face as she recovered from the force of it. He dropped a kiss on her pussy and then straightened up. Should could see her wetness around his mouth and chin as he pulled her underwear back into place and urged her to get dressed. "He needs to fucking leave," he explained to her as she fumbled with her zip with shaking hands. "I need you completely naked and not holding back. I need you to be able to scream without a pillow. I need you to cum around my cock." She nodded, wanting that too but too shaken by the force of her orgasm to move or even speak. Ryan cursed softly and kissed her gently. He sat her down on the bed and told her he would sort it. She vaguely heard him tell Steve that she wasn't feeling great and he better go. He assured him she'd be fine after some sleep and that there was a bar showing the football down the street. As she heard the door close shut her heart starting to pound in anticipation. God, it had been so long since she had been fucked properly. Still tingling from her orgasm she got to her feet and peeled off her clothes again so when Ryan re-entered his room she greeted him in just her underwear. He stood at the door and peeled off his own top, revealing his muscly taught body. Katy licked her lips and he groaned in response. "Take it all off baby," he urged her as he reached for the zip of his jeans. They watched each other as they both removed what remained of their clothes. Katy's eyes widened as she saw the thick length of his cock and was eager to touch him. "You're beautiful," he told her simply as he walked towards her and kissed again. She reached for him and held his solid cock in her hand causing them both to moan. She stroked him as he cupped her breasts in his hands. "Fuck baby," he ground out through gritted teeth. He bent to kiss her neck as he tugged on one of her nipples as she continued to stroke his cock. "Stop Katy," he told her gently. "I haven't waited this long to get you naked just to blow my load in your hand." He lay her down on the bed and lying next to her, took a nipple in his mouth as his fingers trailed their way down her body. Once again she felt two of his fingers slide into her wetness. She moaned loudly. "That's it sexy. You don't need to hold back now," he ground out against her breast as his thumb started to circle her clit. She arched against his fingers as his rhythm got faster and harder. "Ryan..." She moaned breathlessly. "Fuck me. Please." "Fuck! Get on your hands and knees baby. That's it. Oh fuck you look hot." She lifted her ass up high, offering her pussy to him. She felt him behind her on the bed as his hands gripped her hips. They both shouted out as he slammed his cock inside her. He circled his hips allowing her to get used to the feel of him inside her before withdrawing and slamming straight back inside her. She moaned his name over and over, spurring him on. He leant forward without breaking rhythm and reached under her to grab her breasts. She pushed back eagerly against his cock, taking every inch deep inside her. She could feel her orgasm building with every hard thrust and she started to tightening around him. "Ryan..." She moaned. "I can feel it baby. Tell me when. I want to cum with you." He continued to pound her pussy until she suddenly screamed "now!" Wave after wave of ecstasy washed over her as he pumped his cum inside her. He continued to thrust and grind as she tightened around him, taking every last drop. As she struggled to get her breath back she felt Ryan's hands gently running over her back, his cock still inside her. She turned her head to look at him and he grinned at her. He slowly pulled his cock from her and groaned as he saw his cum drip from her. She lay on her side, feeling wet and sensitive and completely satisfied. He lay down next to her and pulled her against him. "So, what are we going to do about Steve?" End of part one. Flatmates You insert the key into the lock on the door of the flat and open it quietly. Nothing. The place is in darkness, save for the sound of the tv coming from my flatmate’s room and a little bit of light coming from the end of the hallway. You move quickly through the flat towards the light, which is coming from the bathroom at the end of the hall. When you open the door, you can see me in the reflection in the mirror, my hair piled up on top of my head as I reach down to take off my bra and thong. You stand still, watching as I step into the steam filled shower cubicle in the corner of the bathroom. You can hear the water running and in your mind’s eye you can see it as it washes over my skin, leaving wet trails. You watch as I reach for the shower gel and lather it over my skin into a creamy foam. I reach up for the shower head and remove it from the fixture to trail it over my body, the suds rinsing off under the spray of the water. You catch your breath as I move the shower head between my legs to hold it close to my pussy, watching as I change position to lean against the tiles with my free hand, my head back and my eyes closed as the tension builds inside me. You move slowly towards the shower, stripping off your clothes as you do. You step into the shower behind me, slipping your arm in front of me to drag me back against you, so I can feel your hard cock pressing against my arse. You turn us round so that your back is against the tiles and place my hands on the tiles beside you. You kneel down in front of me and part my legs to reveal my pussy, which you tease delicately with your fingers. You pull one of my legs over your shoulder and cup your hands on my cheeks to hold me against your face as you push your tongue deep inside me, listening to my moans of excitement through the sound of the shower. You let one of your hands slid from my cheek, down to my anus, where you trace the crease before pushing one of your fingers in deep. I can feel the uncomfortable pressure, but the fact that you have your head buried between my legs licking and nibbling at me with your teeth and tongue, is too distracting to be bothered with the fact that you are pushing as many of your fingers in me as you can fit. Much as your cock is getting rock hard and you would like to stand up and push it in my waiting pussy, the size of the cubicle limits the possibilities and there are a few of those that you have been entertaining since you got to the flat. The fact that my flat mate is in her room watching tv, increases the options. You roughly withdraw your fingers and I move my leg away from the side of your head to stand on two feet. I grab a towel from outside the cubicle and start to dry my hair as I step out into the bathroom. I walk down the hall, gently knocking on my flatmates door, before entering her room. She is lying on the bed with her hand between her legs, watching a “home” video and she sits up and pulls me down onto the bed as you enter the room, nibbling on my nipple and playing with my other breast. I push her down onto the bed and part her legs, bending over the bed to put my head there also. You watch for a moment, enjoying the sight of me with my head between my flatmate’s legs, doing to her what you did to me in the shower. You stand behind me and part my legs, ramming your cock hard into my pussy without warning. You grab a hand of my hair and pull my head back away from my flatmate, backing away from the bed slightly. My flatmate crawls along the bed to kneel in front of me, parting my lips to lick at my clit and your cock buried deep. You pull on my hair until my back arches and the angle of my arse changes until I am nearly sitting on your cock, slamming it into me harder and harder. You reach round me to grab hold of my breast, playing with the nipple before pinching it. My flatmate stands up, leaning against the wall, her legs apart, holding her vibrator between her legs as she watches you pumping me again and again until you cum. When you have finished, she pulls me away from you, your cock easing out of my pussy. She pushes me face first onto the bed and pulls me back until my feet are resting on the floor and my arse is in the air, leaving my pussy available for her inspection. You watch with interest as my flatmate selects a large vibrator from the items laying on her dressing table, along with some ben wah balls. Your cock starts to harden again as you try to suss out in which orifice my flatmate is going to insert her toys. Your curiosity is satisfied when my flatmate inserts one of the ben wah balls into my pussy, pushing it in deep with her fingers until it rests against the neck of my womb. She removes her fingers, licking them thoroughly before inserting the other ball into my wet pussy, enjoying the sound of my moans as I feel the heavy weight of the balls rolling inside me. My flatmate sits on the bed and turns me over to sit on her lap, rocking me back and forth until the balls start to rub against each other and the walls of my pussy. She rubs my clit with her thumb, increasing the pace at which she is rubbing me, as I rock back and forth on her lap, my orgasm getting ever closer. Your cock stands to full erection as my moans reverberate round the room. With her other hand she pinches my nipple aggressively as my pussy leaks juice onto her lap. Your eyes light up as she pushes me roughly off of her lap onto the floor and turns to lie on her back on the bed, head towards the foot of the bed. She indicates for me to straddle her on the bed, my clit within licking distance of her tongue. She pulls the ben wah balls out of my pussy, offering them to you to suck on, an offer that you accept. She then pulls my thighs down closer to the bed, forcing my clit against her tongue and teeth, replacing them from time to time with the large vibrator which she didn’t use earlier. You push at my back until I am on all fours over my flatmate. You part my cheeks and pull me away from my flatmates mouth briefly to insert your cock into my soaking wet pussy, before removing it and pushing it between my cheeks into my arse, ignoring my hastily exhaled breath as I feel you stretching me, and none too gently either. My flatmate seizes the opportunity to insert the vibrator into my pussy, stretching it as far as it will permit. I tip my head back and drag in deep breaths as I try to come to terms with the fact that you are buried to your hilt in my arse and my flatmate has her hand buried in my pussy with a large vibrator. The full feeling is building as you pump harder and harder, my flatmate matching you, thrust for thrust. You pull out as you come and the cum trails down my back between my cheeks. My flatmate licks me clean as she continues to impale me on the vibrator, until I cum, my body shaking from the effort of being entered in two places. Flatmates Sofia was feeling miserable like the weather. She had arrived in London 6 months earlier from her native Germany to find work. Leaving everything behind, friends, family, a now ex-boyfriend. She was brought up on a farm in the communist east, dreaming of a life over the wall. Now she was in the west, she couldn't help but feel let down with capitalism and secretly wished she was back on her farm in Saxony. She had used here brains and beauty to get where she was today. At 31, she knew the later wouldn't last for ever. Sofia had moved into a shared house when she first arrived, with the plan to get her own flat once she settled into her new job. However, the money for a flat was never there and she still lived in the same house in North London. There were three other flat mates, two guys and another girl. Sofia quite liked her flatmate's, despite as she reasoned, the obvious disadvantage of them being English, and had secretly fantasized about her flat mate Adam. Adam was about 6 years her junior. Although he wasn't your traditional tall dark and handsome type, he was full of life, had a nice smile and made Sofia laugh. Sofia was acutely aware of the age difference and thought that any 25 year old male would be happier shagging his merry way around the post codes of London. Adam on the other hand was also totally smitten with Sofia, he fantasied about her and thought she looked like a Greek goddess and would love to have the opportunity to worship her. However, he thought that she would see him as an immature oaf, and that she deserved better. As a result, they had never done anything past some serious flirting. "Hi Sofia," Adam asked as he bounced into the living room, "can I borrow some of your shoe polish?". He was brandishing his work shoes, and was obviously getting ready for another week at work. "Sure" she said and disappeared into her room to retrieve it. When she had returned, Adam was sat on the floor in front of the sofa, with his shoes laid out on newspaper, ready to get cleaned. Sofia handed him the polish and sat back down on the sofa, pretending to watch TV. In reality, she was watching Adam. She was wondering who he had been with on the weekend and what he must be like in bed. She had heard him enough times and the noises his lady friends made left her in no doubt that he knew his way around the female form. She hadn't had sex in a while and was feeling quite horny and here sat on the floor in front of her, was a man who could definitely satisfy her. This made her feel even more hot. All she had to do to scratch her itch was say 2 little words to Adam, and she too could experience she was sorely missing. The 2 little words were "Fuck me!". However, she didn't ask. Like most, she was afraid of the rejection. Plus, they were flatmate's and it would be awkward for them both if he refused. "OK, get a grip Sofia" she thought to herself, "if you're that horny, just go to your room and get busy with your long-handled hairbrush.". She hadn't noticed, but she had crossed her legs and was bouncing her foot up and down. This action caused her inner thighs to rub together, which excited her even more. She was so lost in her day dream of dirty sex, that she didn't notice that Adam had finished his work and had seen that she was watching him. "Are you OK?" he asked, a little wry smile on his lips. He wasn't an expert on woman by any means, but he could see that Sofia was looking a little flushed, and he knew what that normally meant. He thought that this might be the perfect time to push his advantage. "Thanks for letting me borrow your polish. Well, I didn't borrow it as I'm hardly likely to return it am I? So I guess I owe you a favour in return. Anything you want, just name it and I'll do it!" Sofia looked down at him, her foot had stopped bobbing up and down. She couldn't believe that her she was, wanted to have sex and sat in front of her was a man willing to do anything she wanted and all she had to do was ask. "Uuuh!", Sofia was lost for words. She didn't know how to ask for what she wanted. She looked deep into Adam's eyes, desperate for a sign that he would indeed do anything she wanted, but all she could muster was a stutter. "OK" Said Adam. "In return for letting me use your polish, let me polish your boots as well" "Um, OK" said Sofia. This wasn't quite what she had in mind, but now felt that now the moment had gone and all that she would now get out of Adam was a clean pair of boots. Adam moved over to sit in front of Sofia, and before she could object he started to apply the polish to the boots that she was wearing. They were ankle boots made of black leather, with a rounded toe and a chunky heel. They were Sofia's favourite and she wore them pretty much all the year round. They were fairly well worn and the tops were creased from repeated wear. Adam had gripped the heel of her boot and was slowly and methodically rubbing polish into the top of her boot. "Um, wouldn't you rather I took them off first?" She asked. She could feel his fingers massaging the polish through her boot leather and was enjoying the sensation. "No, really this is fine, just think of me as one of those shoe shine boys you get in the City" Adam said. "OK, but you had better do a good job or I won't give you a tip" She cooed. Oh well, she thought, this is better than nothing and he is sweet for doing this. She pushed herself further back into the seat and watched as Adam pushed up her jean hem to polish the ankle part of the boot. His head was no more than 6 inches from her boot. "Careful you don't get any on my skin" She chided. "Yes miss" he replied, feeling quite submissive. His reply made her feel much more regal and in control than she did 30 seconds ago. Adam has finished applying the polish and started using the brushes to buff the polish into a shine. He brushed quickly and energetically. "Slow down", she ordered, "that's tickling my foot". He didn't reply, but did as she wanted and slowed his brushing down and also stopped pushing the brush hard against the leather. "Thats better. Keep up the good work and I may let you clean all of my shoes" she chided. Sofia found herself relaxed in this position and thought she could very quickly get use to having a man at her feet. "Maybe I'd like that" he replied. Adam stopped brushing and looked up at her with big blue eyes, checking her reaction. He had always had a submissive side to woman. He enjoyed pleasing woman and had yet to meet a woman who didn't appreciate what he could do with his tongue. He was turned on by worshiping woman and here he was, cleaning the boots of the one woman he thought he would never get the opportunity to honour. Sofia could see in his eyes that he was being truthful. She had never experienced such a submissive man before. Most of her previous boyfriends just wanted to shag her and roll over and sleep or for her to suck them off without any reciprocation. However, she was a woman of the world and knew that such men existed, but she had not paid them much thought before. She was happy to let him serve her as at least she was the one in control. Looking down at him she wondered what else he might be prepared to do. The thought stirred some heat within her loins. "Well, you haven't even finished this job yet, so back to work". She playfully kicked out with her foot against his shoulder. He smiled at her and quickly resumed brushing the leather and had achieved quite a good shine. She flexed her toes in her boot as he brushed around the toe, enjoying the feeling of the brush through the leather. She never wore socks when she wore her boots, a habit from growing up in East Germany. "What are you doing" she cried. Adam had just spat on her clean boot. "Um, sorry, I'm just giving them a spit shine" he explained, "the spit helps buff up the polish" "What!, I don't care, don't you dare spit on my boots, ever" she said, enjoying the position where she was chiding an adult on his knees in front of her. "I bet even Cleopatra didn't feel this good with all her slaves" she thought to herself. "I'm really sorry Sofia" Adam stammered, looked crestfallen as if he had committed a serious crime, he didn't know what to do. "Well", she began, "if you must use saliva when cleaning my boots, then I don't want you spitting on them, clean them up and think of something else" Sofia didn't expect what happened next. Adam lowered his head until his mouth was inches above her boot toe, extended his tongue and slowly licked from the toe to the top of her ankle. Sofia was shocked and excited both at the same time. She had never seen such submission before, certainly not in a man, and certainly not in a man she fancied. And definitely not in a man she fancied who was being submissive to her. She felt supreme, perhaps this might turn out to be my lucky night after all, she thought. "That's better" she said, "I like a man who can show me the proper respect". He beamed up at her, happy to receive her praise. He couldn't believe that he had just licked her boot and she was OK with it. He wanted to abandon the pretense and cover her boot in kisses, but realised that he was still playing the game and it wasn't taken for granted that she would let him do it again. He resumed the brushing. "That's enough" she barked, "let me see your work". He stopped brushing and moved back slightly with his head slightly bowed so she could examine her boot. It was spotless, she thought, he has done a good job. "Barely satisfactory" she pouted, "Perhaps you will do better with the other one". She recrossed her legs. As she did so, she briefly brushed her boot sole over his groin. She felt that he was enjoying this as much as she was. She brought the other boot up under his chin and lifted his face up with her boot. "I want this one clean enough for you to eat your dinner off" she said. Sofia couldn't believe that she was being such a bitch to her flatmate, but equally, she couldn't believe that he was happy to take this level of humiliation. She was becoming very turned on and realised that she was going to have to do something soon. Adam started to rub the polish into her boot again, taking extra time with the creased and toe area. Sofia relaxed and closed her eyes, enjoying the slight massaging effect of the rag polishing her boot. Again, Adam started working with the brushed to bring up the shine, but this time, he was much more gentle. Good, she thought, he is learning. Perhaps he will make a very good student. She was lost in her daydream when she felt the brush stop. She opened her eyes and looked down at Adam. He was obviously thinking about the spit shine part. "What have you stopped for" she questioned. "Um, would it be already if I licked your boot again" he asked. He was being very meek and Sofia was going to exploit it to her own satisfaction. She was charged with a new sense of confidence. "That all depends, you need to ask me really nicely" She smiled down at him "Please, Sofia" he began casting his eyes downwards, "please my I have the privileged of licking you boot so that I can clean them to the best of my ability" She couldn't believe this was happening. Only ten minutes ago this guy was her flatmate, an equal, now he is kneeling before her begging to lick her boot. She felt supreme. "You may" she commanded with a quick royal wave. Adam quickly lowered his head to her boot again, but this time, he continued to lick her boot over and over again. He was lost in a world of submission and all he wanted to do was to worship this boot. Sofia had forgotten about getting her boots cleaned now and was enjoying the spectacle of this man ravishing her old boot. Men are such strange creatures she thought to herself, but have some uses. She could feel his tongue working her leather. She could feel the urgency of it and wondered what it would feel like on her womanhood. "Stop" she ordered. At once Adam stopped. Well trained she thought. "Follow me". Conscious of the fact that the other two flatmate's would be coming home pretty soon, and this would be a particularly strange situation to explain, Sofia decided a change of venue was in order. She stood and walked towards the door. Adam scampered after her, half standing, half on all fours. Sofia led Adam to her bedroom. "Stand up" she ordered. Adam did so with a little unease. Sofia could see the erection in his pants and it took all her willpower to stop herself ripping his clothes off and jumping on top of him. Time for that later, she thought, I don't think Adam is going anywhere for a while. She circled him. caressing his chest and back as she walked around him. He was the same height as her although she felt ten foot taller than him at the moment. She stopped directly in front of him, eye to eye barely inches from his face. She moved her head to whisper in his ear, her pubic mound pushing against his rigid penis. "Are you willing to do what ever I desire?" "Yes" he replied "Are you willing to be used for my pleasure?" "Yes" he whispered. "Are you willing to be my slave then?" "Forever" he croaked, barely audible. Adam was almost shaking with anticipation. What would she want him to do. She moved her head back, then gently grabbing his head in her hands kissed him passionately on the lips. She probed his mouth with her tongue, taking the initiative. "Good. Now, strip" she ordered. In less than 10 seconds Adam's clothes were scattered around her room and he stood naked in the middle of her bedroom. Sofia examined the good. She had caught him naked before when he came out of the shower, but that was nothing to her joy of him stood to attention in the middle of her bedroom. Sofia sat down on the bed. "Remove my boots" she tossed her hair away from her face as she issued the order. Adam slowly lowered himself to his knees, picked up her left foot and slowly unzipped the boot. He pulled slightly on the heel and with a soft pop, her foot was released from the leather. Sofia let out a little sigh, and wiggled her toes enjoying the freedom and cool air. Adam repeated the procedure with her right foot. "Do they smell?" She asked. Knowing that her feet can get quite funky as she doesn't wear sock, she knew that they probably did. Adam, ever submissive, lowered his head to her foot and slowly drew in the aroma. "Well boy, do they smell?" she asked again. Unfortunately, Adam was so excited that his fantasy was coming true that he lost the power of communication beyond one syllable. "Yes" he replied. Adam slowly began massaging her foot as he smelt it. Sofia had had foot massages before and did enjoy them, but before they were normally given as a favour for some sexual act she would have to perform later. This one was given with no strings attached and Sofia was determined to enjoy it. "Get down and suck my toes". Sofia was beginning to grow in the role as dominant and learning to listen to what it was that she wanted. Adam's mouth felt cool and soothing as he slowly sucked on her big toe. He nibbled on the skin and ran his bottom teeth under her nail to extract the dirt accumulated there. At that point in time Adam was the happiest he had been in his life. He ran his tongue between her toes and he could taste the leather and sweat of Sofia. Sofia leaned back onto her elbows and threw her head back, she closed her eyes enjoying the sensation going on at her extremities. She could feel his tongue slowly drawn along the sole of her foot and not for the first time wished it was on another part of her body. He hand unconsciously drifted down under her jeans, searching the ache in her loins. The waist band of her jeans was digging into her wrist so she slowly withdrew her hand, instinctively smelt her fingers, then leisurely unbuttoned her flys. She lifted herself up and pushed her jeans down past her bum until they where hitched around her knees. With her groin free from the restriction of trousers, she moved her hand down to her pubic area. Her hand slipped under her white cotton pants, searching for her now wet womanhood. Adam was lost in a world of Sofia's feet. His eyes were closed, as he wanted his lesser senses to experience his fantasy. Taste, smell and touch. He was kissing her soles, licking her ankles and sucking her toes. His body was prostrate before her bed and he was slowly grinding his body against the floor, extracting some more sexual pleasure from his position. Although Sofia was content, she wanted more. She could have happily brought herself to a climax, she longed for the satisfaction from a climax induced by someone else. That someone else was, at that moment, happily trying to use his teeth to scrape her nail polish of her little toe. She stopped pleasing herself and sat up on her elbows again "Adam" she began, looking distantly at the ceiling "no, I think I will now call you sl-ave" she drew the last word out to slowly to two separate syllables. She fixed her stare down at Adam who had stopped servicing her feet. "Remove my jeans, now" she barked. Like a scolded cat, Adam leapt to action, first jumping up onto his knees and then slowly pulling her blue jeans down both legs over her ankles and feet. He then folded them and placed them on the floor by the end of her bed. Sofia looked down at him, kneeling between her legs, head looking downwards. She didn't care, but knew Adam was enjoying this as much as her. This was it, she thought, now I'm about to find out what all his previous girlfriends had so vocally experienced before. She wondered whether he was like this with all his girlfriends or whether this was something special between them. That thought soon passed as her eyes were drawn to his manhood and the fire in her belly brought her mind back to her pleasure. Again she lazily smelt her fingers, the smell of her arousal making her light headed. Sofia sat up and held her fingers out to Adam. He closed his eyes as he took a deep breath of her aroma. "Do you like my smell?" she enquired. Adam couldn't speak so only managed a nod of his head. "Good" Sofia replied, "then you will love my taste. Eat Me"