In my unnumbered wisdom as a young adult, I graduated from college with a fairly useless arcdegree. I was able to get a job at a local retail outlet, which paid enough to barely cut through my monthly monetary value. My earning voltage was limited, which meant I had no choice but to have a roommate to help overcompensate rent when I got an apartment.

I figured out that sharing a two-bedroom flat was cheaper than paying for a one-bedroom by myself, so with what trivial preservation I had, I managed to breed first and last month'economic rent for a two-bedroom apartment just outside the downtown expanse. I immediately put up throwaway and advertised in the local anesthetic newspaper publisher for a roommate to breed half the monthly tear. I was a bit storm at how few responses I received. I was getting kind of desperate when I got a vociferation from a guy concern in sharing the flat. I hadn't really thought about sharing an apartment with a guy, but….why not ? I told him to come by that evening so we could fulfil and discourse the details.

After my shift at employment, I was sitting in my living room watching TV when the prospective roommate knocked on the apartment door.

When I opened the door I saw a fairly attractive man….maybe 4 geezerhood older than I was…with wide shoulders and a big grinning. I stuck my script out and introduced myself,"Hi, I'm Chrissy. Thanks for answering my ad."

"Hi, Chrissy. I'm Trent. Yeah, my function are just around the box, so this might be a staring fit for me."

We shook hands and I said,"Come on in, Trento. Let me show you the post so you can check it out and see what you think."

I showed River Trent around the apartment, answering the few questions he had, and finished the tour in the bread and butter elbow room where we sat on the lounge and chatted for a while. He seemed really overnice, had a really skilful job - making a lot Sir Thomas More money than I did - and after just a few arcminute we decided that he would move in and we'd become roommates.

Trento was a safe roomy, and we became good friends…goofing around, sharing meals, the occasional animal foot rub, sometimes even wrestling on the sofa when we got silly. We enjoyed the same foods, so the icebox wasn't a problem, and we both had about the same stratum of tidiness to our house-keeping. His girlfriend, religious belief, was really nice, and he seemed to get along well with my boyfriend, Scott, so all the bit fit nicely.

Everything went pretty smoothly for the first 3 month. Then I had car hassle and the mending monetary value much more than I could afford. I was sitting at the dinette mesa by the kitchen poring through my financial situation when Trent came home from work. He noticed my consternation and came up behind me, rubbed my shoulder a bit and asked,"What's up, Chris ?"

Almost in tears, I said,"My car's in the shop and the only way I can afford to get it fixed is if I don't pay rip this month."

When Trent heard this, he stopped rubbing my shoulder joint for a secondly. Then he started up again, moving his hands a little lower on my back, and said,"Wow. That's tough….what are you going to do ?"

"I have no idea,"I said, my eyes getting moist."I honestly have absolutely no idea."

Trent River leaned over my shoulder and said softly into my ear,"I have an idea."

Still sitting at the table, I turned my head to look at him and said with a hopeful smile,"You do ? What ?"

Trento smiled and said,"How about if I pay your rent this calendar month ?"As he said this, he slipped his hands around to my stomach, then moved them up to my boob and began gently fondling my boobs over my T-shirt. I never wore a bra in the flat, so he had a upright smattering of my 35DD tits, as he massaged and squeezed them while making his offer.

My eyebrows shot up when I heard his crack and felt his bridge player on my breast. I knew where this was going, and - to my surprise - I wasn't all that put out by it. He was an attractive guy, and sometimes when we'd wrestled on the couch or jostled into each other around the apartment, I'd inadvertently bump into his crotch, and couldn't help but notice that he seemed to take an impressive package. His hands always seemed to get hold my big breast and ass nerve whenever we wrestled, too, so I was pretty trusted his sake was piqued, as well.

"So how would this workplace ?"I asked, with a wry smile on my face, as he continued to flirt with my titty, using his thumb and digit to research for my nipple through the thin cotton material.

In response to my question, he got a minuscule bolder, reaching under my t-shirt and continued fondling my bosom as he clarified his offer.

He said,"I'll pay the intact tear for our apartment. Every month. In return, I get to ingest sex with you whenever I want. blowjob. Handjobs. Fucking…in the kitchen, in the shower, on the sofa….whenever, wherever."

As he said this, he pulled my jersey over my head, releasing my boobs so they dangled and swayed in front of me. After throwing my T-shirt aside, he went back to massaging my mammilla while he waited for my reply.

I had to admit….I was enjoying the sensation of his workforce on my boobs, and my teat were becoming remains as he tweaked them. I said,"I guess I could populate with that…..unless Scott is staying over."

"Of grade,"he said."The same for when Faith is here. But other than that….total access."

smiling at my just fortune, I said,"crap. I can't believe I'm going to do this….OK, I'm in."

"One More matter,"Trent River said.

"Oh, yeah…what's that ?"

Still leaning over my shoulder and playing with my tits, Trent looked at me and said,"No clothes."

"What ?"

"Yep."He pulled me up from the hot seat I was sitting in and force my running shorts down over my coxa, taking my panties with them. I stepped out of them and he tossed them over by my T-shirt and said,"When we're in the flat, you have to be totally nude….all the time."

I laughed, saying,"Well, if I'm going to be nude, then you have to be nude, too."

He smiled and said,"carnival enough,"quickly pulling off his work clothes and tossing them aside. I found myself focused on his Boxer shorts as he pulled them down until I was finally able to see his cock. It was as impressive as I thought it would be. Fondling my tit had begun to fire him, and his mother fucker was already semi-hard, sticking out from his torso in a easy arc, ending in a mushroom-shaped tip that seemed almost too heavy for his shaft. He kicked his boxers over following to my dress, then returned one paw to my breasts, while slipping the other one between my ramification, rubbing it along my now extremely wet pussy lips.

I couldn't take my eyes off his bouncing shaft and his big, swinging nut sack dangling between his legs. I reached out and wrapped my hand around his growing rod and began slowly stroking it from base to tip. My God, it felt tremendous !

Meanwhile, his fingers between my pegleg had found the opening to my snatch, and he slipped two fingerbreadth inside, while using his thumb to rub against my clitoris. holy place shit ! I could barely remain firm up. Between stroking his impressive cock and fondling his balls with my hands, and his fingers and ovolo twiddling my pussy and clit, I felt a monolithic sexual climax explode through my body. Fortunately, Trent's hand between my legs helped hold me up as my knees became weak from my climax.

With my principal thrown back and my eyes closed, I reveled in my orgasm.

"holy place shit, Trent….I just came….that was amazing !"I exclaimed.

As soon as my coming began to ebb, I began pumping Trent's peter faster and harder, paying redundant attention to the bulging tip, which seemed to drive Trent looney. His shaft of light quickly grew in my script to its full upright length of about 9 ”. I couldn't help but notice that it was longer….and thicker….than Scott's dick, and I found myself anxiously anticipating having it stuffed inside me.

Trent seemed to feel my preparation, so he grabbed my ass cheeks and lifted me onto the edge of the dinette table. He pushed my legs apart with his knee, then grabbed his raging hard-on in one hand, lined it up with my pussy, and slammed it into me in one massive drive. Oh my God, it felt fantastic ! It filled my slit completely, hitting all the right spots. As he pounded his buddy-buddy pricking in and out of my dripping wet slit, I felt another stupefy orgasm begin to dampen over my entire body, sending fluttering shocks of pleasance from my nipples to my clit.

Trent River had both hired man on my titmouse, squeezing, slapping and pinching as they bounced wildly in rhythm with his thrusts. I wrapped my arms around his neck and spread my legs wide of the mark, lock in my ankles around his dispirited back, and rocked my hips into every one of his lurch, willing him cryptical and deeper inside me.

As my endorsement sexual climax waned, I could sense Trent increasing the pace of his shot, and it wasn't long before he grabbed my hips in both workforce and slammed himself as deep as he could get into my pussy. He erupted with a huge load of cum all over the inside of my cunt.…I could actually find his warm, icky jizzm splashing against my vagina walls. He grunted several prison term, continuing to pound away, as he unloaded all of his splooge inside me until it spilled out from the side of meat of his pumping putz and onto the floor between his legs.

When his nutsack was finally empty, Trent pushed his stiff rod deep inside me and just held it there. The two of us stayed like that for a distich of minute, enjoying the throe of our orgasms and catching our breath..…me, sitting on the edge of the dinette mesa with my legs ranch wide ; and Trent, standing between my ramification with his dick still balls-deep inside me while he gently fondled my heaving breasts.

Finally, Trent pulled his softening dickhead out of my pussy with a ‘ plop ’, and the rest of his spunk, mix with my kitty juices, splashed onto the floor beneath us.

"Wow, Trent….I had no thought,"I said between heavy breaths.

"Right ? That was amazing, Chrissy. I knew when I first met you that you'd be a tremendous fuck."

I laughed and said,"fountainhead, you're pretty damn salutary, yourself….OK, I guess being naked starts now, right ?"

Trent chuckled and said,"Yep."

So, I climbed off the table, grabbed a towel and, with my tits swinging beneath me, knelt down to clean up the jam we'd made on the story. Trent was still standing by the table, his flaccid dick dangling between his branch just a few inches from my human face, so while I was squatting down to make clean up the heap, I leaned over and sucked the tip of his cock into my mouth. I licked and cleaned his entire cock with my lips and tongue, then released it from my oral cavity and enjoyed watching it sway back and Forth River between his legs.

Still naked, I started putting together something we could eat for dinner. Trent River and I sat next to each other and ate the meal I had prepared while I fondled his flaccid rotating shaft under the board, and he toyed with my breasts and nipples in between bites.

Starting that Night, whenever Scott or faith weren't dormancy over, Trent and I slept in the same bed….sometime his, sometimes mine. It didn't really matter.

Each morning, Trent got whatever he wanted. Sometimes he'd arouse up with a erection that needed to be sucked until he shot a load of cum down my throat. Sometimes he'd flex me over the kitchen riposte and lie with me from behind until we both creamed all over his pumping pecker. Afterwards, we always showered together before getting dressed for work.

evening usually included a agile fuck in the kitchen or bent over the dinette board as soon as we both got menage from employment. Later, we'd typically lounge naked on the redact while we watched TV, with Trento sitting on one end of the sofa, and me lying down with my head in his lap. I'd casually stroke and suck his turncock as we watched a movie or something, while he fingered my cunt and rubbed my clit. Eventually, he'd become fully erect, and by then my pussy was dripping wet. He'd either fuck me from behind as we lay on the sofa, or we'd nooky with me straddling his hips and bouncing up and down on his shaft, while he sucked and fondled my jiggling tits.

I don't think Dred Scott ever suspected anything. In fact, this arrangement worked out perfectly for about two years before I got engaged to Scott and moved in with him.

Faith and Trent only dated a few months, but his early girl didn't seem to suspect anything, either. Right about the clip I got engaged to Sir Walter Scott, Trent got promoted at piece of work and ended up moving overseas. I guess, in retrospect, sharing my get-go apartment with a roommate turned out to be a really good idea .