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It’s not like anybody has a perfect living situation, right?
Yours is pretty good all things considered. Living in a nice, modern house, sharing with five others in their mid twenties, two other girls, Amelia and Joyce, and three guys, Sean, Jake and Paul. Rent is a steal in this city, it’s a five minute walk from work and a five minute walk in the other direction from the trendiest bars and restaurants in the city. Like I said, it’s almost perfect.
There is one catch. It’s a small thing really. The rule is if a resident’s legs are exposed to the knees in the kitchen/living room area they are declaring themselves available for free use. You wear a short skirt or short shorts or less than in a house common area then you are fair game for your housemates.
You balked at that when they told you at first. You’re not a prude or anything, but this is far beyond the kinkiest thing you’ve ever tried. However, after two fruitless weeks searching for another place you could afford, you gave up and called Sean and asked him if that room was still available. You were glad no one was around to see you blushing at the hint of excitement in his voice.
You figured it would be easy. Wear pantyhose with skirts for work. Leggings or jeans on evenings and weekends. If you’re going partying just go straight outside from your bedroom. When you get home, change into pajamas before you grab a snack or join the others for a few late night drinks. If you ever fucked up those simple rules they made you pick a safe word when you moved it so a quick shout of “Chartreuse” and they’ll leave you alone.
You were not prepared for, a few nights after you’d moved in, when you walked into the kitchen to the sight of Amelia bent over the counter, skirt hiked up around her waist, Paul’s hard cock sliding in and out of her from behind. You apologized and left straight away.
A few nights later you were idly chatting with Jake while you fixed yourself dinner and he sat on the couch watching TV. You brought your plate in to join him, but you froze when you came around the corner and saw Joyce was on her knees sucking his cock the whole time. You ate your dinner in your room that evening.
Over the next couple of months you saw all of your housemates naked, pleasuring each other in every kind of configuration you could imagine and some you never could have. You got used to it, you needed to use the kitchen after all and some evenings it felt like the orgies would last all night. The first time you had the courage to just watch it was Sean and Joyce on the couch, missionary position. Sean held eye contact with you throughout, not even looking at Joyce when she came, or when he finished himself off, his hands rubbing his huge thick cock until hot cum fountained over her stomach and tits. You had to excuse yourself for some alone time after that.
At first you found you were hooking up more often on nights out, the houses casual attitude to sex spurring you on in turn. It was never as hot as the sex you watched though, as the months went by you were having sex less and masturbating more, and when you touched yourself it was your housemates you thought of. You imagined walking downstairs in a mini skirt and nothing else, as you had seen Joyce do so often, and just letting the guys and girls have their way with you.
The fantasies were starting to feel hollow, you were starting to feel that you desperately needed more. A few nights you came home from work to the sounds of fucking, you went up stairs and changed into hot pants or a miniskirt and thought about it. One time you got as far as the kitchen door before you chickened out and ran back upstairs to safety.
You’ve been living here for four months now. You are constantly on edge, horny 24/7, ready to burst. It’s Friday, you just finished work and you know you need something, you’re just not sure what yet. You’re thinking you’ll either spend tonight touching yourself or hit a club and find some dick. Or you could put on a skirt and head downstairs for the boys, but you’re not ready for that. You feel like soon you might not be able to stop yourself, but not tonight.
You open the front door and run into Sean. He’s just wearing jeans, not unusual in this house, but you can’t stop yourself from biting your lip as your eyes run over his naked torso.
“Hey,” he says, smiling at you, “Doing anything for the weekend?”
“I don’t know,” you say, trying to keep your voice level, cool, nonchalant. “Thinking about going out later. You?” You pause a second before adding, “You look like you’re ready for an orgy?”
Sean scoffs, “No, the others are away for the weekend, it’s just you and me.”
Your eyes go wide. It’s just Sean here, the hot one, the one you fantasize most about. You could go down and let him, just him, have his way with you. Oh fuck, this is the first time since you moved in that it was this simple.
You mumble something and leave him there, you head upstairs, hop in the shower quickly, hands shaking as you groom every inch of your body. Soon you’re picking out your outfit, a crop top, no bra, thong, skater skirt, heels. You take a second to make sure you look good, nod to yourself in the mirror, then you head downstairs, take a deep breath, open the kitchen door…… It’s empty.
You should go back to your room, change, forget about this. You ignore that thought for now, boil some pasta, fry some chicken. 20 minutes later, your food is ready, still no sign of Sean.
You retreat to your room, eat in peace. You think about changing into leggings. You take another deep breath, head back down. You’re cleaning your plate in the sink when the door opens. Your heart stops. There’s an agonizing silence until finally Sean says, “Nice skirt.”
You blush, say nothing, look straight ahead. You hear his steps as he walks towards you. His hands on your hips, he whispers in your ear, “Remind me, what was your safe word?”
“Chartreuse,” you breath.
“One more time.”
“Chartreuse.”
“Good girl.”
He presses his body against yours, you feel his hard cock press against your ass. His lips on your neck feel so nice. He lifts up your skirt, moves your thong aside, presses his finger against your asshole, causing you to drop the plate into the sink and grip the counter.
He drops into a squat and plants a kiss on your ass cheek. He peels your thong down, around your ankles. You widen your stance, give him better access. His lips find your asshole, you feel his tongue poke inside. His hands graze their way up your thigh, one finds your clit, the other easily slips inside your soaking hole and finds your g-spot.
Holy shit, you’ve been with a lot of guys, but never one who gave you this kind of expert, three pronged attention. You awkwardly shuffle sideways to collapse on some empty counter. You reach back to press the back of his head forward, urging his tongue deeper. You cry out, “Oh fuck Sean, keep doing that, please, just like that.”
You pant and moan and groan and squeal and greedily absorb the sensations imparted by Sean’s fingers and tongue.
All of a sudden they’re gone. You whimper pleadingly as he stands up behind you. He grabs your top and roughly pulls it off over your head, he grabs your tit with his hand and experimentally rubs a nipple.
“I hoped you might join in if it was just me here,” he moans, “God, I’ve been waiting for this, I could tell you couldn’t hold out for long.”
You hear him unbuckle his belt, then feel his hard cock slide between your ass cheeks, teasing you. He pulls it back, then press forward, against your thighs, the tip finds your cunt and slips inside.
“OH GAAAWWDD!!!!” you scream as he penetrates you. His hand snakes around and finds your clit, starts to stroke it, his other hand finds a nipple. He’s fucking you, pounding you, his cock sliding out and ramming back in, his hips smacking against your ass. Fuck, he’s good at this.
You cum suddenly, unexpectedly, his cock hitting your g-spot just right on the way out tipping you over the edge. You scream, your body jerks and writhes, your legs give way and he has to hold your hips to keep you from falling. You lie there uselessly on the counter, savouring every second of bliss.
As it passes, you turn your face to the side, angling to look up at him. He’s smirking at you, proud of his handiwork. He nods at you, then starts to fuck you again, harder now, holding your hips for support. He’s given you your pleasure, now he’s going to take his.
You’re not going to cum again so soon, but you love being fucked anyway. You start to goad him on, “Mmmm, Sean, fuck me harder, god I love how your big hard cock feels in my slutty little cunt. Are you gonna cum in me, huh? You gonna fill me up, or you gonna paint my ass white?”
He doesn’t say anything, he’s concentrating on enjoying you, wordlessly aside from grunts.
Suddenly he pulls back, a sudden feeling of emptiness replacing his awesome cock. He picks you up, turns you around, forces you into a squat. You’ve seen his cock before, but not this close, it’s in front of your face now. You get the hint and open wide and a second later it’s in your mouth. He’s fucking your face, his shaft sliding in and out past your lips, his pubes tickling your face.
“Just tap me if you want me to stop,” he says kindly. That’s the last thing you want. You grab his tight ass in your hands and pull him forward, urge him deeper. He takes the hint and the tip enters your throat, his balls slap your chin. You can feel saliva streaming down your front.
He stops thrusting and then you feel the first shot of cum against your throat. He pulls out so the next jet hits your forehead, then your chin, your shoulder, your tits. He presses the tip against your cheek and jerks the last drops free.
You swallow the drop in your mouth as you reach down and pull your thong back up your legs as you stand back up, then pull your skirt back down into position. You lean on the counter as he fixes his jeans back up, watching each other with grins on your faces. You grab your top and use it to clean his cum off your body, the hold it scrunched up in a ball.
He leans against the counter opposite you, then says, “Wow.”
“Oh, come one,” you say, “I’ve seen you do way hotter things to Amelia and Joyce.”
He grins and shrugs, “They aren’t as sexy as you are.”
You blush at that, then say, “Right, well, I better shower… again.”
You move to walk past him, he says, “Hey, wait a second.”
You stop and turn to look at him.
“Look, this was amazing, I’m really glad you decided to do that with me, but I just want you to know, there’s no pressure to do it again. I wont tell the others about this, you can if you like. Just, whatever you want to do, do, OK?”
You smile at him, walk over to him, you place a hand on his cheek, a kiss on his lips, and you look him in the eye, “I’ll think about it.”
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