Little did she know.
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It had been longer than I thought and the sight of her walking through the door made me gasp a little. “Oxygen stealer’, or OS, was the name she came up with for herself that day. She didn’t know how true it was and how hard it was for me to breather normally, or think rationally, when she was around.
We had talked about getting lunch all summer. Her new house in the valley, my travel plans, a bout of summer flu, and some nasty fighting in both our houses caused the summer to drift by and then she was back in school and I was on the road even more with the pending layoffs and transition work. We kept in touch via e-mail, and occasionally I’d see her name pop up in Gmail chat and I’d say hi, usually long after she had moved over to play strip Wii with her boyfriend and roommate. That was an image that stole the breath right from my lungs and burned my heart a little each time I heard about it.
I knew how they played, it was usually late at night, her boyfriend, a nice handsome boy, was gayer than either of them wanted to admit and under the cover of video games and “victory parties” he explored his options in slow motion. The lassitude in the apartment was palpable after Ray lost his 2nd job in 3 months and the book deal fell through, again. All she talked about now was smoking out and going clubbing. He seemed to be burning through the last remnants of his trust fund. He laid around a lot now, pawing at her weakly as he lay on the couch watching Sports Center or light porn. She would stop in front of him and let him caress her ass through the thin denim, or terry cloth shorts that she wore when home and out of the business spotlight. Truth be told, she liked him this way, always a little eager, lazily horny, as is the habit of the rich, lazy, and currently unemployed.
If she stood with her legs just so, his hands would find the center seams and he’d caress her cunt gently, almost absentmindedly as he watched TV and she would feel her nipples harden as she closed her eyes. She liked being touched in this way, not too urgent, but without hesitation either. It turned her on and she liked to be turned on, she liked to cum, she had the body to do it, and knew it wouldn’t always be this way so she liked it when he took advantage of the situation.
Lately she had started wearing more skirts and skipping school to smoke out with him, a habit she knew she needed to break, but after Jake lost his job at the brew house, it got stranger.
The first Wii party happened by happy accident when Jake got home early from being “out” one day.
They had gotten the console as a parting gift when the BrewHouse shut down. The money was from the sale of the brewing recipes and, though the business was already lost at that point, they had some money to give out parting gifts. She had been at school all morning and saw the box on the kitchen counter when she returned. She ignored it and hopped in the shower for a quick rinse and a finger-bang. She masturbated like it was just another part of the routine, like instructions on the conditioner bottle, “Lather, Rinse Repeat” If you did that often enough, it felt pretty good. A secret she had discovered at Girl’s Camp when she and Cindy stayed up late talking in the showers on a night when the hot water never seemed to run out.
With Jake and Ray still gone after her shower, she stepped to the kitchen, a towel around her hair and nothing else, to get a glass of cool water. She leaned against the counter, the smooth curved edge hitting her pubic bone just right, and began to innocently bounc against the 1970’s Formica as she opened the box.
It was easy to set-up and 20 minutes later she was naked and playing Super Mario Cart. She heard the garage door open and thought about running to the bedroom to cover up, but she was in the middle of a tight race with Princess Buttercup and didn’t know really how to pause it, and besides, she thought, it’s probably just Ray coming back from his mom’s house. Ray’s mom was cool about the trust fund money, but occasionally had him come over to pick up the checks just so she could put her arms around him and give him the “money’s tight” lecture again. She heard rustling in the garage as her race ended. Popping in another cartridge, she kicked it up a notch.
When Jake finally walked in and saw her, he just stopped and quietly watched. She was, in his mind, one of the most beautiful women he had ever met and living with her was difficult. She saw him watching her, acutely away that she was naked with her feet spread for balance as she tried out Wii tennis. She shuffled her feet from forehand to backhand on the dirty living room carpet. For all of Ray’s family money, they lived as his professional street cred required for a young “artist” in the industry, in a dumpy 3 bedroom with a tiny kitchen.
Every time she shifted for a hit, she felt her thighs rub together and she planted her feet a little further apart than she needed to, knowing that Jake was watching her breasts sway and knowing that his eyes were glancing downward at her waxed crotch. He liked it that way, she knew it, and he knew that she knew.
When they allowed Jake to move into the apartment they had been very up front that clothes weren’t always required and that Ray and Carrie weren’t shy about being naked. Everyone claimed to be OK and soon Carrie found herself leaving the bathroom door open more often and shower time meant a towel around the waist but if you needed to use the loo while the other was showering, you just did it. Carrie joked that the shower doors steamed up so much in the poorly ventilated bathroom that it hardly mattered, you couldn’t see anything.
Besides, from Carrie’s point of view, Jake was a safe kid from a good home who claimed to have been a virgin when he got married. After meeting his ex- however, she knew that there was more to the story and that he was a virgin because he wasn’t going after the right dates. He was, according to his ex, a little confused.
She kept playing, and he kept watching and she felt rivulets of sweat collect on her collarbone and run down between her breasts. She loved sweating, working out, and getting a sheen on her skin, shiny, sweating, breathing hard, it was almost as good as sex, almost. The final point was coming up, and she was disappointed that her game was over. Jake set down his backpack and smiled then looked away as she caught his eye. She pressed the button and the game’s match point started. She swung hard, feeling her body move, her digital avatar ran back and forth, she felt her nipples harden and her lips tighten between her legs with the effort. She loved having Jake watching, she felt flushed, aroused, and wanted to fuck.
With a strong backhand, she won the point and went up, Advantage Carrie. She breathed hard, the weight of her breasts without a bra made her acutely aware of their shape and size.
“Come here.” She said and Jake stepped closer. She kissed him hard then pushed him out of the way and hit the button for the last point.
Sweat dripped and her arms burned as the electronic opponent, set on expert, of course, challenged her lithe body. Finally, with a spin and a drop shot, she won the game and stood naked, sweaty, and panting in the middle of the over-heated apartment.
They looked at each other and Jake lowered his eyes in the presence of a stronger force.
“Come here” she said again, and he obediently stepped into her personal space.
Her lips crushed against his as she forced her tongue into his mouth. Her skin dripped with sweat and she slipped her hands into his hair and pulled him close. Without a word she pressed down, he resisted until she grunted and pulled his hair at the roots, forcing him to his knees. She spread her legs and drove his mouth to her cunt. He had no choice but to open, taste, and eat.
The pleasure ripped through her body like fire and she refused to give him a moment’s respite. She felt him searching for her soft center and she rotated her hips forward, crunching in her toned abs and giving him access to her clit. Her breathing never recovered and with a punch he found her clit and began tugging at it roughly with his teeth.
Aaaaaang… she cried out as her roommate knelt before her bare cunt and sucked. She felt so alive, so hungry. She gripped his head tighter and tried to pull him inside her aching need.
This was the passion she needed as he devoured her. His arms wrapped around the backs of her thighs and slid upward, gathering sweat and heat along the way. Meeting the crease at the curve of her ass, she felt three fingers from each hand reach deep between her thighs.
“Oh FUCK” she groaned out loud as her “good boy” roommate hooked the wet lips of her flesh and pulled them open. Her orgasm was so close, so tantalizingly close.
“MAKE ME CUM” she growled and pulled him in closer with one hand while the other rose up to tear and abuse and her swollen breasts.
She felt light-headed and felt her world turn black until every sensation was between her thighs. His tongue move in expert circles as six fingers invaded, stroked, and played in her wet slit. She felt open and invaded and alive and hungry, again and again that work came to her mind, eat me, eat me, take your fill, I am your feast.
Her orgasm hit with such force that her legs buckled and she fell back, tripping over the coffee table and on to the floor. Desperate for more, he scrambled after her and latched on again like a starving child, lifting her knees up and pressing them wide. The small apartment grew hotter as she breathed and moaned and bucked up against the eagerness of his tongue. It was overpowering, and all thought and logic vanished in the haze of lust and climax. Four, five, more? she lost count of the peaks until she felt that first tingle of too much and she began pressing him away from her. He was insistent and numbers six and seven ripped her into beautiful pain and she clamped her legs shut and lay panting on the floor. Her whole body was satiated and she felt rivers of sweat between her breasts, across her lips, and giggled as a cool droplet of water traced its way down her back and between the cheeks of hr exposed ass.
She opened her eyes and saw him kneeling at her feet, gasping for breath, his face shinning with her juices and cum. He sat patiently, his hard cock evident through his slacks, a large wet spot on the beige cotton.
“Did you cum?” she asked, panting on the floor.
“No M’am” he replied and his demeanor and tone made her giggle a bit until she made the connection. She had seen this before, in the porn she watched with Ray on occasion. He was waiting for her. She felt her body flow again.
“Do you want to cum?” she asked in a kind voice.
“Yes M’am” he said, almost in a whisper.
She sat up and rested against the couch, knowing that the sweat from her back would leave a mark. She pressed her elbows back and pulled her body up a little more, feeling her tender lips move across the carpet, knowing that this position fully exposed her breasts and she spread her legs wide to complete the tease.
She improvised, trying to play along, to keep a straight face in a game where she wasn’t fully sure of the rules or goal line.
“Look at me.” She knew this would make him uncomfortable, so she let her knees drop wider. Without the excuse of the game, or sex, this was now a battle of wills, she was showing herself to him as he knelt humbly at her feet. She felt her cunt on fire as she displayed it fully.
“Do you deserve to cum?” she asked. In her mind the answer was a resounding YES. He had been exactly what she needed and she knew that she needed to play this right in order to make him the perfect roommate.
“If it pleases you.” She smiled and the idea struck her at once.
She stood up and looked down at him, so lowly, so needy in the moment.
Her role became clear.
“Undress” she said.
He began to stand and she just put two fingers on his shoulder and pressed him back down. His shirt came off easily but his pants and boxers were trickier as he attempted to undress from his knees. She was impressed, even kneeling his stomach was flat and his cock was hard.
“Lay down.” In his eagerness, he stuck his head hard on the coffee table, still overturned after her climax and collapse. She stood over him, naked, commanding; in a headspace she had never felt. She waited for him to complain or grab his head, or at least, react, but he did nothing but adjust himself and lay perfectly still on the floor.
“I will make you cum, but you are not allowed to touch me at all.”
“Yes M’am.”
She placed her bare foot on his cheek and pressed his fact to the side.
“I did not give you permission to speak.”
“You may not touch me in any way.” The role was taking over and she felt her cunt drip. “Do you understand?” she looked down at him. He nodded to the affirmative and she moved.
She straddled his face and brought her body down in a low squat, spreading herself over his face. She felt his body twitch but he obeyed, and lay still. The power was going to her head and she had to calm her breathing. She knelt over his chest and rubbed her hands downward toward his hard cock, still dripping pre-cum from the swollen purple head.
She wanted to reward him but was unsure how to play the scenario. With body open and his hard cock waiting, she paused, brushing her nipples lightly over his stomach. He moaned slightly, obviously trying to hold things together. Without touching him any more than necessary, she pressed a finger at the base of his shaft causing his cock to rise up. She took him in her mouth and began to suck gently, coaxing him without servicing him as she enjoyed doing so much with Ray. She felt this was different.
His cock was smooth and large and a good size for her mouth and she had to fight back the urge to toy and play with it and enjoy it as she wanted. She slipped up and down, generating saliva to make it wet and slippery, but just moving up and down slowly. She felt his hips buck once and she snapped her fingers like a harsh schoolteacher. His body held still.
She moved quicker now until she knew he could not resist. She pulled her mouth off for a moment.
“Ask” and she engulfed him again.
“May I M’am?” he voice was tight and desperate.
“Yes” she replied and clamped her lips around his expanding cock just as the first ropes of cum filled her mouth. She swooned with delight as she swallowed again and again. He did not move as she milked the last drops of cum from his obedient cock. She felt herself wetter than ever and just inches from his talented tongue but she controlled herself and lifted her body off of his with precision, not allowing any skin-to-skin contact. She had given him the orgasm he deserved but no more.
Without a word, she stood and walked to the bathroom, grabbing her towel on the way to her bedroom. She would cum again, and hard, but he must not know it, not yet. Things had shifted, she felt it, power had been discovered and aligned, and she had it. The Mistress as in the house, and things would never be the same.
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