Filthy smut

The Roommate

  The Roommate

by Harriet Lovelace

Themes: M/F; Rough Sex

"Keep going... Keep going... Touchdown!" I yelled, jumping from my seat, spilling the bowl of popcorn all over the floor of the apartment. Jim and I both lifted our hands into the air praising the skies that Danielson scored in the last ten seconds of the game.

Jim was my roommate. We had been living together for the past three years, but we were definitely not in a relationship. The thing was, Jim already had a girlfriend, Amanda, going to college in some faraway land called Wisconsin. They'd been together ever since Jim and I moved in, and as such, I never had my chance to seduce him. Lord knows I wanted to though -- those strong arms, packed abs, and that rugged look -- I'd be crazy not to. Now, I wouldn't say I was the most moral girl in the world especially given all the one-night stands I've had with guys, but when it came to messing around with another girl's man behind her back especially when the girl was someone as cool as Amanda, that was off limits in my book.

I got to know Amanda after she stayed over at our place a few times. She was just like me -- sweet, innocent with that hometown girl look that's a little too sweet, a little too innocent like she was trying to to conceal a darker side. I didn't realize what it was until I came home early one day from class and heard them in their bedroom. Loud, wet suctioning sounds, slapping, filthy talking, and even gagging noises reverberated behind Jim's closed door.

Amanda was definitely no sweetheart when it came to having sex. She liked it hard and rough, just like I did, and apparently Jim as well, which honestly, made me a little jealous of her. She had a guy that liked to rough her up, and I didn't.

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p; Fortunately, at least for me, they broke up a month ago. Things had been going downhill for a while with the distance and all, and they finally called it quits leaving Jim pretty devastated for a few weeks. Tonight was the most animated I've seen him in some time, and the little minx inside me figured this would be the perfect opportunity to seduce him.

"Hell yeah! Did you see that Kate? Forty-Five yard touchdown in the last ten seconds. God that was beautiful! Gimme a high five," shouted Jim.

I stood up from the couch holding a beer in one hand and raising the other high in the air to give him a high-five. He slapped my hand, and I purposely spilled beer all over his shirt and pants, pretending that it was due to the force of his high-five.

"Oh dammit! You got beer all over me," he said, startled.

I quickly grabbed some napkins from the table and began dabbing his shirt and pants. I soaked up a good amount from his chest in my first dabbing, lingering to feel the hardness of his sculpted pecs. Damn they were hard. He looked at me, confused that I was dabbing him.

"It's cool Kate, no big deal. You don't have to help me clean up," he said.

"Oh no, I feel so bad," I said, lying through my teeth. "Let me help you soak up some of this beer then you can throw your clothes in the hamper and change."

I dabbed my way down his torso, gentle probing touches, until reaching his pants where I pressed hard into his crotch feeling a hard rod beneath the zipper. He let out a groan. It was my lucky day -- he had an erection.

"Oh whoa Kate what are you..."

Continuing to press my napkin against his crotch, feeling the hardness of his member, testing its give, I hushed his words by locking my sultry eyes with his, telling him without saying a word that I was horny and longed for his muscular body to dominate me in the roughest of ways.

"I want this. I've wanted this for so long. Now just shut up and give it to me," I said, in case he didn't get the message.

His hazel eyes bulged in surprise, and he pondered it for a moment, his brows furrowed, his eyes locking gaze with mine then slowly running down my slender frame assessing the curves of my body. I waited with bated breath, watching the expression on his face as his lips curled into a mischievous grin and his eyes filled with a dark look of lust.

In an instant, he pulled off his beer-soaked shirt and wrapped his large hands around my waist, moving me onto the couch. Catching my breath as he towered over me, I reached for the waist of his jeans, undoing the button and zipper with eager fingers, impatient to release that hard rod I felt earlier. My hand reached into the band of his drawers, feeling his erection and pulling it out, surprised at its length and girth. Damn was it big. I gripped his cock tightly, squeezing it, feeling its heft, savoring its warmth in my palms before giving it long, slow strokes, feeling the strong veins pulsate beneath my fingers as his penis became more and more engorged.

He groaned with delight while fumbling with the zipper of my pants, his fingers reaching in and massaging my outer labia through my thin panties. His touch was slow and gentle, and I could feel my panties sticking to my skin as my excitement grew.

It wasn't long before I began to become impatient for him to get rough.

"Put it in my mouth Jim. I want to feel you at the back of my throat," I said, encouraging him to not hold back.

After his initial shock at my words, it was almost as if a switch flipped. He ripped off his remaining clothes and grabbed my shoulders, pinning me down and stepped across the couch, one foot on the couch, one on the ground and shoved his rock-hard cock deep into my mouth. His member was so deep, I couldn't even gasp -- all I could do was gag.

He pulled out, a slimy trail of saliva and mucus covering his throbbing cock. Just as I was recovering from his initial thrust, he dove in again, reaming my throat, giving me exactly what I had asked for, turning my face red, bringing tears to my eyes, and smearing my mascara.

"Give it to me Jim. Is that all you got?" I managed to utter between thrusts, challenging him to conquer me.

He grunted, fisted his cock, and slapped it against my lips and cheeks, spreading saliva messily across my face before thrusting it into my mouth again, stretching the corners of my lips, making me feel like he was going to tear them. I wrapped my lips around his cock, and he pulled it out along the sides of my cheeks, making a popping noise from the release of my suction. He did that a few times, enjoying how he was toying with my mouth, before shoving into my throat again, producing wet sloshing sounds with each entry. I lightly grazed my teeth against his shaft, providing a bit of resistance, enough to incite him to increase his efforts.

Without warning, he picked me up, my face a deep red and my makeup a wreck, and turned me over face down on the couch, violently ripping off my pants and panties. I was so wet from his primal nature that I could feel my juices dripping down my inner thighs. He bent down and glided his slick member between my ass cheeks, squeezing my cheeks together with his hands creating a tight corridor for himself. I groaned, recoiling from the way he was manhandling me, using me like a piece of meat. The heat and friction of his cock against my sphincter sent tingles through my quivering legs. I wanted to see what his cock looked like massaging itself between my buns so I began to turn my head.

Suddenly, he slapped my ass hard, and I squealed in surprise. He pulled me up by the waist, making my ass stick in the air, and he pushed against my tender folds forcing his way inside balls-deep. Nothing could prepare me for the girth of his cock. It felt at least twice as big as it looked.

"God Kate, your pussy is so tight," he groaned.

"That's cause you're so big Jim! Jesus, it feels like you're filling up my entire body," I cried, feeling his cock stretching me out further than anyone has ever stretched me before. It hurt, but felt so deliciously good at the same time, like I was a virgin and this was my first time.

Jim pumped me vigorously, plunging deep into my wetness. Slick fluid dripped down my thighs, and onto the couch as I raved with unrestrained lust. My head swam with pleasure as if the hundreds of fantasies I had over the years of him taking me forcefully and having his way with me were all rolled into this one blissful moment.

My fingers began rubbing my clit, reaching a point of ecstasy further than I ever had with any other guy before. My breathing became rapid, my moans uncontrollable, and I could feel a warm sensation rising in my pussy, exceeding my ability to contain it. I gripped the couch tightly, digging my nails deep into the fabric, unable to hold off the impending explosion. I came in a fury of juices rippling from my entrance, violently ejecting Jim's thick cock with my pelvic muscles, and making an absolute mess of his couch.

"Holy shit!" I gasped, as my lower body tightened and another batch of liquid streamed down my thighs onto the floor and couch.

Jim was startled, but not surprised. He immediately stuck his middle finger into my pussy, ramming me hard until I came again, spurting fluid all over his couch.

"Fuck!" I cried, trying to contain myself, trying to contain the thousands of tiny aftershocks hitting my pussy, sending my mind reeling into space. My eyes closed as I fell limp against the couch, my body spent and exhausted, curling into a fetal position instinctively.

Jim lightly slapped me across the cheek, waking me from my brief slumber and bringing me back to planet Earth. He wasn't done with me yet.

He flipped me onto my back, my ass squishing against the big wet spot on his couch and entered my eager pussy again, going deep, using the full weight of his body in his thrusts, sinking me further into the couch. My legs were pushed back by his broad shoulders, knees falling to each side of my head, making me feel like a folding patio chair. Beads of sweat formed on his forehead as his steel heat angled toward my front wall, hitting my g-spot with each drive.

"That's it, right there Jim! Right there!" I screamed, rubbing my clit in a frenzy.

He drove faster and harder, pushing himself to his limits. Like all those years of running sprints and pushing the prowler, he would push until his body gave out.

"Arghhh Kate!" Jim howled, his wild thrusts reaching their limit.

He came inside me. Thick spurts of semen filled my cunt, oozing out as he gave a few more shallow thrusts before collapsing on top of me.

We lay there on the couch, exasperated, both unable to move, his warm naked body draped over mine. Thoughts about how this was going to change our relationship raced across my mind, but I dismissed them to simply bask in the moment. Regardless of whatever that was going to happen between us, I felt like it would all work out in the end.

The television played in the background, a group of guys were seated around a table discussing the football game we had just watched.

"...Right there, he sticks the face, finding and penetrating the open hole, and charges in beautifully for the touchdown," said the commentator revisiting the game-winning play.

I smiled -- my thoughts exactly.