This is a sequel to House Rules, but chronologically takes place before House Rules: Katie.
Emma, unlike Sam and Katie, was in it for the love of the game. Sam may have tried to play it cool, but it was obvious that he couldn’t help thinking about his roommates as more than fucktoys. He got off too much on the warm and cuddly stuff, pretending that they were all one lovey-dovey throuple that would live happily ever after.
And Katie, she was too monogamous. She’d still give Emma head, and would even let Em return the favour when she needed it, but Katie was never the one taking the initiative. If Sam and Emma were being loud—house rules mandated that, within limits, no one was required to hold back the sounds of their pleasure—Katie would always find some excuse to leave the house, even if it meant she’d be “going to the gym” multiple times a day.
It was baffling, really. How could they let their emotions get in the way of such a sweet deal?
Not Emma. She would make the most of it.
“Sup dude?” She poked her head into Sam’s bedroom without knocking. What’s the point? They rarely even closed their doors during the day anymore.
“Oh, hey Em,” Sam didn’t break his laser-focused stare away from his monitor. He was at his desk fiddling around on his computer. “I’m playing The Witcher.”
She looked at the screen: A bunch of fantasy-themed playing cards spread across a board. Medieval-sounding music full of flutes and lutes played from Sam’s speakers, sounding much too epic for what seemed to be happening in-game.
“Dope,” said Emma, taking all her clothes off. “I thought you might be working. Don’t mind me, then.”
She tied her long hair up into a ponytail and crouched down into the space under Sam’s desk.
“Oh, uh,” Sam paused his game. “Do you want me to stop?”
“Don’t worry about it.” Emma pulled his pants down, and saw his cock hardening under his underwear in real time as he realized what she wanted. “Keep doing your thing, you shouldn’t have to stop just because I’m horny.”
“Okay, uh, cool.” He unpaused his game, but the red in his cheeks and the way his eyes wandered down to the naked woman kneeling down at his feet told Emma he wasn’t entirely focused on his little game.
Good boy, she thought.
Emma kissed Sam’s tip through his boxer-briefs, and he immediately leaked enough pre-cum to leave a dark blotch on the fabric. She licked her lips and pulled the underwear down to his ankles, where his pants lay. His throbbing erection sprung up, and Emma could have sworn that she saw it swinging from side to side like a slow-motion pendulum. Tempting her. Hypnotizing her. Saying, “taste me, Emma. You know you want to.”
Was she just supposed to ignore that?
Emma grabbed the shaft of Sam’s dick, angling it towards her, and took half of his length into her mouth. He jerked with surprise, and Emma let out a gargled, wet laugh that made him twitch between her lips.
Of the three roommates, Emma was the one who was most content to just give pleasure. It gave her immense satisfaction to see her two best friends in the world go from living their lives as usual, to becoming lustful messes at her touch. So when Sam came into her mouth after just a couple minutes of having the head of his cock massaged by her tongue, she couldn’t help orgasming in solidarity, making her panties a soaked mess.
“Fuck,” Sam panted. “I…I won.”
Emma swallowed every drop he had released into her mouth in one heavy gulp. “Good job!”
She stroked his wet flesh with her hand as he began to relax. Sam was well trained to stay hard at Emma’s touch.
“I think…maybe you’ve earned a reward.” Emma grabbed Sam’s knees for support and lifted herself onto his lap. “Something new. Something that I’ve never offered, and that you’ve been too shy to ask for.”
Sam’s eyes widened, and his cock leaped up to smack the skin of Emma’s butt.
“You mean…?”
Emma smiled, nodded, and stood up. She moved to Sam’s bed hands first, then her knees. She arched her back down until her breasts were touching the sheets and her ass was pointing up, revealing her two beautiful, eager holes. They were shaved smooth. Both of them.
“What do you say you grab that lube you keep in your nightstand,” Emma looked back at Sam over her shoulder, “slather some onto my perfect, virgin asshole…and we have ourselves a nice little treat.”
Sam launched off his chair, leaving it spinning around with the force of his movement, and lunged at the nightstand to grab his bottle of lube. He jumped out of the pants and underwear at his ankles, and nearly ripped his t-shirt removing it.
Emma laughed. “Such an eager boy. I’m glad that my prize intrigues you.”
She wiggled her butt from side to side enticingly, and it was all Sam could do not to put it in her back door right then and there. But he knew better. He put some lube onto his cupped hand with a spurt and rubbed his palms together. He first put some on his cock, which had already reinvigorated itself to full mast, then he moved to put some on Emma before hesitating.
“Don’t worry, I already cleaned up,” she assured him.
Sam nodded, and gently brought his hand to the entrance between her supple, round butt cheeks. The cold touch of Sam’s fingers on Emma’s sensitive, unexplored hole sent shivers up her spine.
“That’s, haha,” she laughed shakily, “a very different feeling. Please don’t stop.”
Sam stood behind her and brought his tip to her entrance. Feeling how large he felt against such a tiny pinprick on her rear, fear finally began to stir in Emma. But it was a good fear; the kind of fear that Emma had a habit of chasing, just so she could spit in its face.
“Do it,” she said.
Sam nudged the head of his dick forward ever so gently, but it was enough to make Emma feel like she was having a hole carved into her. She put a hand on her mouth to keep from screaming—this was nothing like the plugs she had used to train. Sam’s tip, which had never felt this large in Emma’s mouth or cunt, went deeper and deeper inside her until something clicked into place and, all at once, the pain turned to ecstasy.
“Fuuuuuuck,” Emma cried out in delighted relief. “I’ve never felt anything this big!”
“Me neither,” Sam grunted. “You’re so fucking tight, it’s insane.”
Emma looked over her shoulder, but couldn’t see much past her big ass butt. “Are you all the way in yet?”
Sam said nothing for a moment. “Emma…that’s just the tip.”
Emma’s heart thrashed against her chest. It was like Sam had just told her that Christmas was coming twice this year.
“More!” She demanded. “Give me all of it.”
He went on burrowing into her, making her feel like the toy she’d always longed to be, until his hips were touching her warm, excited skin.
“Now fuck me, Sam,” Emma said, tears of pleasure streaming down her cheeks.
Sam pulled back, and his thrusting back into Emma made her teeth grit together. Without lube this would have been torture. With lube, there was still pain, but it was dwarfed by the unique feeling of having a hole that was never meant to be touched vigorously fucked by a man who was so filled with lust that he could think only of his own pleasure.
Sam’s shy little thrusts eventually turned into rough smacks that reverberated across Emma’s body, as he failed to hold back his desire for the tightness that her asshole granted him.
“Just like that!” She moaned. “I’m just a toy! Treat me like one. Use me. Come in me!”
And just like that, Emma’s words pushed Sam over the edge. He filled her up even deeper than his cock could reach, and his cum felt warmer, thicker, dirtier than when he let it out in her pussy.
“Jesus fuck,” Emma collapsed forward onto the bed, laughing and gasping and thanking God for this life He gave her. “We have to bring Katie in on this.”
“You think she’d like it?” Sam grabbed some tissues to clean her up.
“Like it?” Emma laughed into Sam’s pillow. “She’ll love it.”
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