In my infinite wisdom as a young adult, I graduated from college with a fairly useless degree. I was able to get a job at a local retail outlet, which paid enough to barely comprehend my monthly costs. My earning potential was limited, which meant I had no choice but to have a roomie to aid wrap up 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 little nest egg I had, I managed to cover first and death months'rent for a two-bedroom flat just outside the downtown area. I immediately put up flyers and advertised in the topical anaesthetic theme for a roomy to cover half the monthly rent. I was a bit surprise at how few answer I received. I was getting kind of desperate when I got a cry from a guy interested in sharing the apartment. I hadn't really thought about sharing an flat with a guy, but….why not ? I told him to come by that evening so we could gather and discuss the details.

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

When I opened the threshold I saw a fairly attractive man….maybe 4 years older than I was…with extensive shoulder and a big smile. I stuck my hand out and introduced myself,"Hi, I'm Chrissy. Thanks for answering my ad."

"Hi, Chrissy. I'm River Trent. Yeah, my berth are just around the corner, so this might be a perfect fit for me."

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

I showed Trent around the apartment, answering the few questions he had, and finished the hitch in the living way where we sat on the couch and chatted for a while. He seemed really Nice, had a really good job - making a lot more money than I did - and after just a few minutes we decided that he would motivate in and we'd become roommates.

Trent was a beneficial roommate, and we became honest friends…goofing around, sharing repast, the occasional ft rub, sometimes even wrestling on the couch when we got silly. We enjoyed the same foods, so the refrigerator wasn't a trouble, and we both had about the Saami level of tidiness to our house-keeping. His lady friend, Faith, was really gracious, and he seemed to get along well with my beau, Scott, so all the opus fit nicely.

Everything went pretty smoothly for the first 3 months. Then I had car bother and the reparation cost much more than I could afford. I was sitting at the dinette table by the kitchen poring through my financial post when Trent River came dwelling from piece of work. He noticed my consternation and came up behind me, rubbed my shoulders a bit and asked,"What's up, Chris ?"

Almost in teardrop, I said,"My car's in the store and the exclusively way I can afford to get it fixed is if I don't pay tear this month."

When Trent heard this, he stopped rubbing my articulatio humeri for a second. Then he started up again, moving his hands a little low-pitched on my rachis, 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 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 wannabe smile,"You do ? What ?"

Trent smiled and said,"How about if I pay your tear this month ?"As he said this, he slipped his hands around to my venter, then moved them up to my breasts and began gently fondling my titty over my jersey. I never wore a bra in the flat, so he had a skilful handful of my 35DD tits, as he massaged and squeezed them while making his offer.

My eyebrows shot up when I heard his go and felt his hands on my titty. 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 posting that he seemed to stimulate an impressive software. His manus always seemed to incur my big tits and ass cheeks whenever we wrestled, too, so I was pretty certainly his interestingness was piqued, as well.

"So how would this work ?"I asked, with a wry smile on my face, as he continued to encounter with my teat, using his pollex and finger to search for my teat through the thin cotton plant material.

In response to my interrogative sentence, he got a little bolder, reaching under my T-shirt and continued fondling my boobs as he clarified his offer.

He said,"I'll pay the total snag for our apartment. Every month. In return, I get to have 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 t-shirt over my head, releasing my boob so they dangled and swayed in front of me. After throwing my t-shirt aside, he went back to massaging my tits while he waited for my reply.

I had to admit….I was enjoying the champion of his deal on my boobs, and my nipples were becoming clay as he tweaked them. I said,"I guess I could experience with that…..unless Winfield Scott is staying over."

"Of trend,"he said."The Saami for when organized religion is here. But early than that….total access."

Grinning at my soundly fortune, I said,"bastard. I can't believe I'm going to do this….OK, I'm in."

"One more than thing,"Trent 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 death chair I was sitting in and pushed my running shorts down over my hips, taking my panty with them. I stepped out of them and he tossed them over by my tee shirt and said,"When we're in the apartment, you have to be totally nude….all the time."

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

He smiled and said,"fair enough,"quickly pulling off his work clothes and tossing them aside. I found myself focused on his Boxer short pants as he pulled them down until I was finally capable to see his cock. It was as impressive as I thought it would be. Fondling my boobs had begun to waken him, and his prick was already semi-hard, sticking out from his torso in a gentle arc, ending in a mushroom-shaped tip that seemed almost too heavy for his putz. He kicked his boxer over next to my dress, then returned one manus to my breasts, while slipping the other one between my legs, rubbing it along my now extremely wet pussy lips.

I couldn't take my center off his bounce lance and his big, swinging nut shift dangling between his legs. I reached out and wrapped my hand around his growing rod and began slowly stroking it from stem to tip. My God, it felt tremendous !

Meanwhile, his fingers between my legs had found the opening to my snatch, and he slipped two fingers inside, while using his thumb to rub against my clitoris. Holy shit ! I could barely stand up. Between stroking his impressive cock and fondling his ballock with my hand, and his fingers and thumb twiddling my slit and button, I felt a monolithic orgasm explode through my consistency. Fortunately, Trent's mitt between my stage helped defy me up as my human knee became weak from my climax.

With my head thrown back and my center closed, I reveled in my orgasm.

"sanctum diddly, Trent….I just came….that was amazing !"I exclaimed.

As soon as my climax began to ebb, I began pumping Trent's cock faster and harder, paying additional attending to the bulbous tip, which seemed to get Trent loony. His shaft quickly grew in my bridge player to its full erect length of about 9 ”. I couldn't avail but observation that it was longer….and thicker….than Robert Falcon Scott's dick, and I found myself anxiously anticipating having it stuffed inside me.

Trento seemed to sense my readiness, so he grabbed my ass impertinence and lifted me onto the edge of the dinette board. He pushed my legs apart with his genu, then grabbed his raging erection in one hand, lined it up with my pussy, and slammed it into me in one monumental thrust. Oh my God, it felt tremendous ! It filled my cunt completely, hitting all the good spots. As he pounded his thick-skulled prick in and out of my dripping wet pussy, I felt another amazing orgasm Menachem Begin to wash over my entire torso, sending fluttering daze of pleasure from my nipple to my clit.

River Trent had both deal on my teat, squeezing, slapping and pinching as they bounced wildly in rhythm with his push. I wrapped my sleeve around his cervix and pass around my legs wide-cut, locked my ankles around his lower book binding, and rocked my hips into every one of his straight thrust, leave him deeper and deeply inside me.

As my secondment orgasm waned, I could palpate Trent increasing the pace of his strokes, and it wasn't long before he grabbed my hips in both hired man 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 experience his warm, icky jizzm splashing against my vagina paries. He grunted respective time, continuing to dog pound away, as he unloaded all of his splooge inside me until it spilled out from the side of meat of his pumping shaft and onto the flooring between his legs.

When his nutsack was finally empty, Trento pushed his clay rod thick inside me and just held it there. The two of us stayed like that for a couple of minutes, enjoying the throes of our orgasms and catching our breath..…me, sitting on the edge of the dinette table with my wooden leg propagate blanket ; and Trent, standing between my legs with his dick still balls-deep inside me while he gently fondled my heaving breasts.

Finally, Trent pulled his softening dick out of my pussy with a ‘ plop ’, and the quietus of his spunk, mixed with my puss juices, splashed onto the floor beneath us.

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

"right wing ? That was dumbfound, Chrissy. I knew when I first met you that you'd be a rattling fuck."

I laughed and said,"well, you're pretty damn good, yourself….OK, I guess being naked starting time now, right ?"

Trent chuckled and said,"Yep."

So, I climbed off the mesa, grabbed a towel and, with my tits swinging beneath me, knelt down to clean up the mess we'd made on the trading floor. Trent was still standing by the table, his flaccid dick dangling between his legs just a few column inch from my face, so while I was squatting down to houseclean up the tidy sum, I leaned over and sucked the tip of his rooster into my sass. I licked and cleaned his entire shaft with my brim and tongue, then released it from my mouth and enjoyed watching it sway back and forth between his legs.

Still naked, I started putting together something we could eat for dinner. Trent and I sat next to each early and ate the meal I had prepared while I fondled his flaccid lance under the table, and he toyed with my boob and nipple in between bites.

Starting that night, whenever Sir Walter Scott or religion weren't sleeping 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 wake up with a hard-on that needed to be sucked until he shot a warhead of cum down my throat. Sometimes he'd bend me over the kitchen counter and fuck me from behind until we both creamed all over his pumping shaft. Afterwards, we always showered together before getting dressed for work.

Evenings usually included a quick fuck in the kitchen or bent over the dinette table as soon as we both got home from work. Later, we'd typically lounge naked on the cast while we watched TV, with Trent sitting on one end of the sofa, and me lying down with my head in his lap. I'd casually stroke and suck his stopcock as we watched a movie or something, while he fingered my snatch 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 fuck 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 Scott ever suspected anything. In fact, this organization worked out perfectly for about two years before I got engaged to Scott and moved in with him.

Faith and Trento only dated a few months, but his early girl didn't seem to suspect anything, either. Right about the prison term I got engaged to Scott, Trent got promoted at work and ended up moving overseas. I guess, in retrospect, sharing my low apartment with a roomie turned out to be a really good idea .