The Roommate

The first time I had ever fucked my aunts roommate, or even had any physical contact with him what so ever, was in her kitchen.

I had spent week after week flirting with this man. Making him notice me; making him want me. My pants hanging just low enough on my hips to expose the top of whatever thong I chose for that day. Cropped tank tops that exposed my breast and pierced belly button. Purposely forgetting to wear a bra. Any thing to catch his attention. Sparking a fire with in him, and feeding the flames with every smile; every wink; every bite of my lip. I wanted to have him. I needed to have him. And I was going to have him. One way or another.

I had a sort of God complex. I was in control. I could have whoever I wanted, whenever I wanted. And he did nothing to prove me wrong. I didn't care that he was 38 or that I had only just turned 18. I was going to have his hands on me and his cock in me, and nothing was going to stop me.

I had spent a lot of time in this house. Practically grew up here. For the last 3 or 4 years, he had been a very consistent part of my life. Is it weird to think he watched me grow up? I don't really think so!

It was a cold, late night. Just after Christmas. My aunt had gifted me an MP3 player for the holiday, and had loaded it with hundreds of songs. I waited for the house to fall asleep, as I had done so many times in the past and made my way to the kitchen, put my headphones in and selected a song. 'Voodoo' by Godsmack. Channeling my inner goddess, I slowly began moving my hips. Dancing in rhythm across the hardwood floor. Swaying and circling my hips round and round while my hands caressed up and down my body. Squeezing my chest and gliding over my ass. Hoping and praying he would walk in with every movement I made.

Weeks I had spent working on him. I knew his patterns; his routine. And tonight was no different. Sure enough, out of the corner of my eye, I caught a shadow. And I knew it was him. I didn't stop. Turning around to face him only for a moment. A wink and a smile, before turning my back to him once more. Accentuating my movements now. Begging him to come get me. And it didn't take him long at all to catch on.

Only seconds passed before I felt him behind me. Felt the heat of his body as he moved closer to mine. His big hands grabbing onto my slender hips. And as he pulled me close to him I pushed my ass against him, continuing to gyrate my hips. Grinding againts him. I could feel him! His cock growing hard against my body. And I knew he wanted me. I knew he was going to have me. He needed to fuck me.

I could tell he was nervous; a little shaky. Testing the waters, as he gently kissed my shoulder, again and again . Pausing between each one. Waiting to see what I would do, what I would say, or if i was going to stop him. With each kiss I pushed my body further into his, and with each kiss I felt his cock growing harder against me.

He trailed kisses up my neck , and suddenly his hand was caressing my jaw line. Turning my face towards his. I could barely comprehend what was happening before his lips were pressed against mine and his tongue down my throat. I grabbed onto his other hand. Gently squeezing and moving it down to the top of my bottoms. Allowing his fingertips to dance along the waistline. Letting him know that it was okay. That I wanted him, needed him, to touch me. He slipped his hand into my bottoms and began to tease my panty line. Tracing back and forth before sliding his hand into them. Gliding his fingertips across the velvety smooth skin of my perfectly groomed pussy. He wasted no time slipping a finger between my lips, and then another. Finding my clit and gently massaging before making his way down to feel just how wet he was making me.

I reached my arm around his neck and held his face to mine. Kissing him hard and moaning deep into his mouth as he slipped his fingers inside of my tight little pussy! I knew in this moment he was going to fuck me. There was no way he was going to let me walk away with out having his cock deep inside of me first. I could feel him throbbing against me as he worked his fingers in and out of me, turning me into a sloppy wet mess. I could feel my legs shaking and my knees going weak, as the pressure built inside of me. But he held me firmly. I didn't even realize we had moved until I was being pushed against the countertop.

He kissed me one last time before he pulled his fingers from my pussy. I watched him place them in his mouth, tasting me. Savoring my juices. He bent me forward and slid my bottoms down over my ass, then unzipped his pants and pulled his rock hard cock out. Dragging it across my bare skin. Placing his head against my pussy. He grabbed my hips and pulled me back as he pushed himself inside me. It took every ounce of power I had not to cry out as he filled me entirely. Slamming into me, harder and deeper which each thrust. It was only a matter of time before I lost all control and he knew it. Placing a hand over my mouth, he urged me to keep as quiet as I could. I held my breath in a **** attempt, but fuck, it felt so good. My pussy gripping tighter and tighter around him. It was becoming impossible the faster and harder he pumped into me.

He slid almost completely out of me before slamming into me one final time, and I knew he had finished. Feeling his cock pulsate and jump inside of me. He held me there for a moment, trying to push himself as deep into me as he could. Making sure I had every last drop in me. He lightly kissed my back, and slowly pulled himself from me. His thick, hot cum dripping from my pussy.