Housemates - 3/3

We just lay there for a while, panting, me on top of her, still inside her, her arms still tied together beneath my weight. A tiny wave of guilt quickly passes through me. I can feel her discomfort, but I also feel a wave of contentment from her, unless I'm reading her incorrectly. I'm sure I heard a satisfactory sound escape her lips. I definitely did when she felt me grow inside her.
She fidgets a little, I take that as sign to get off her, and I hear her take a deep breath when I do.  As I pull out I feel a mix of our fluids follow. I lay next to her, almost behind her. She turns, but with difficulty as her hands are still tied together. I smile, then release her, and she gives a sigh of relief. We lay side to side for a while, staring at the ceiling. after a while, I place an arm around her just as she starts to shiver, and she moves in closer to me and places her head on my chest. I feel content, as though an important task has been completed, and I can just relax. Amelias movements seem to reflect my mood, until she moves.
She started to lightly trail a finger from her left hand in circles around my chest. These circles varied in size, but soon started to travel down my body. Once her fingers passed my navel, they "walked" the rest their journey to their obvious destination. Her caress was gentle, and quickly had me standing to attention. As I stroked her back and handled her curves, I decided to position my hands underneath her to play with her once again, the view of which in the mirror was a sight to behold as she reacted deliciously to my touches. Her hand expertly danced around my pole to her own gentle rhythm until the pole itself started to rock. This felt like her cue. She kissed me lightly on the lips, then proceeded to kiss her way down my body, following the path of her fingers until her lips reached the same destination. Her lips seemed to test me at first, then as her hand slid down my shaft to make way for a more thorough oral examination as swiftly moves to her knees to do so. Her seal was perfect, and her tongue seemed to have a mind of it's own, a plan even. Her every move was deliberate, and as I watch her head move and twist up and down rhythmically in combination with her hands, I again find myself struggling to stay in control. She briefly looks up at me and holds my gaze for a while... she can see it, she literally has me by the... she is in control, and for a moment, I feel powerless. I think I see a smirk on her face... I think she likes it.
I'm not ready for this to end yet. I growl at her and grab her head, initially to gain control of her pace, but instead she stops and moves towards me and positions herself above me before slowly impaling herself as she mounts me. As she gradually builds a rhythm, she blushes, with her arms half-heartedly crossed to cover her chest. Her face is almost as red as I left her behind earlier, especially when I take hold of her wrists and pull her towards me, holding them tightly above my head. I stare into her eyes as she gradually increases her rhythm and gives in to me. I slide my hands down her back grab her bottom tightly, guiding her movements to just the way I want them. She learns quickly. She expertly grinds her way to orgasm after orgasm, and I hold her head in place close to mine so I can stare into her eyes as she cums. One more orgasm has her quietly screaming out, and her body once again starts to convulse. This one was strong, causing her to lose her rhythm. I was now ready.
I took her hand and directed her to sit at the head of her bed with her back to the wall. I struggled to my feet and stood between her parted knees, took hold of her head and firmly guided myself into her eager mouth. She made good use of her hands at first as she twisted them around my length, but I wanted to go deeper. So I gradually pulled her in closer with each thrust, my fingers interlocked and entangled in her hair. I was sure I'd see signs of a struggle, but instead she firmly places her hands on the back of my thighs and pulls herself towards me. She manages to stroke my sack from behind while her tongue expertly works it from the front, the result is a conversation of moans as my reaction feeds hers, which feed me right back, her moans causing a vibrations, adding an extra level of decadence.
Just as I approach the edge, she loosens her grip on me and lowers her hands. I take just enough of a step back to watch as she plays with herself and her breasts but without withdrawing from the warm embrace of her mouth. She looks up at me expectantly. I slow my approach until I hear her reach another orgasm, and I let her moans push me over the edge as I take full control of her head and pump her until I completely fill her mouth to the point she dribbles over her chest. I hear her gulp, then she takes hold of me once more and chases every remaining drop eagerly. I prop myself up against the wall as long as I can, then with her last lick, I collapse almost on top of her, falling next to her on the bed.
I lay, breathless, next to her, looking up at her. I admire her form once more, along with my addition to her skin, and I watch as she uses her finger to scoop what is left of me on her into her mouth, then giving me a sly smile. I grin back. When she is satisfied she has completely cleaned up, she shuffles her way down to my level on the bed and turns to look at me. She seems to be examining my face... as long as she's still smiling, I don't mind. She curls up sidles  in close to me, not doubt to take some of my body heat. I chuckle, I don't mind this either.
She reaches across me to the toast I made for her earlier, and offers me a slice, "No thank you," I respond smiling, I'm not a fan of cold toast, I thought she wasn't either. Maybe she worked up an appetite. She looks up to where the toast was, and a slight puzzled expression flashes on her face. I look back, her cup is missing. It seems it has dropped on the floor during our rigorous session.
I apologies to her for the mess, she simply shrugs and continues to slowly nibble on her cold toast. She's making my hungry, I haven't eaten since lunch time. She is obviously hungry too. I offer to make us both dinner, she thinks about it for a moment, and shyly gives me a counter offer, "I can order a takeaway. We could have it delivered. We could eat it here, if you don't mind answering the door". I smile and nod in agreement to her terms. "Where are you going?" She asks as I force myself out of the bed. "My phone is downstairs, and I want to clean up this mess." I reply, pointing to the spilt coffee. "It's ok," responds "I have my phone here." "Ok, I'll clean this up, while you place the order." I suggest, "I honestly don't mind what we have." Without leaving her position, she looks around for her phone, which I find first and throw to her. She calls out to me, "Jack...", "Yes?" I enquire. She hesitates, then sighs lightly, trying not to bite her lip. I smile, pick up my clothes, and throw her my robe which land over her face. "Hey!" She reacts, but I'm out of the room before she uncovers her face. I throw my clothes into my the room, and find something to clean up the mess in her room. As she looks up at me between menus and smiles, a pleasant reaction to me walking around naked.
When I return, I walk in to find she is wearing my robe, has finished placing our order, and has turned on her TV. She looks cozy. She grins at me and flattens out the bed next to her. "I assume this is where I will be sitting." She nods enthusiastically. I climb on to the bed next to her and wrap an arm around her, but feel somewhat under dressed now. She doesn't seem to mind, so I just make myself comfortable. We watch whatever is on screen without giving it our full attention, but instead seem to fill the time with small talk. She drops hints as to what happened to her today, but doesn't go into great or minor details. We talk about weekend plans, or lack of in my case, and a plethora of other subject. As we talk, I feel us getting closer and closer, our voices get quieter. I have another overwhelming desire to kiss her, but as I am about to go in, the doorbell rings.

Housemates - 2/3

I let Amelia go, and once she gains her breath and stops spasming, she frees herself from the bedpost.With her juices still dripping from my face, I pull her towards me and kiss her passionately. I want her, and I am going to have her, now! I don't care what happened before, or what may happen later, for right now, she is mine.
I unbuckle my belt, and let my trousers drop to the ground and step out of them. I reach for her  hands and untie them, then help he rout of her remaining clothes. The way she looks at me, I have never seen this before. Her tough exterior has melted away, she now seems so small to me as I tower over her. At any other time I would feel the need to protect her, but not now, now she is my beast in taming, my toy, a living doll for me to play with, and I haven't asked for permission.
I turn her around and tie her wrists together behind her back, again, tightly. I step back for a moment to admire her form, a thing of beauty. I grab her and make her take a step back and I begin to circle her. I position her as I want her, slapping her lightly in certain places to adjust her posture, her head position. I place my right foot between hers and knock them to spread them apart. I wish I had my phone with me, I want a picture of her like this to keep.
I step in closer to her and slide the back of my right hand down her right cheek to her neck, over her chest, gently brushing past her right nipple which responded instantly, and over her stomach when I change my hands position to palm side against her skin, and slide my fingers through and neatly kept garden to take a dip the pool formed between her legs. Her gentle gasp is delicious, and I can almost feel waves emanating from her as fingers flick and splash around on her surface before wading in.
My left hand takes hold of her right thigh and starts its journey uphill by making its way around to take a firm hold of her rear, then continues slowly up her back, taking a detour around her arm, up to her shoulder, and lightly holder the back of her neck. I go to kiss her on the side of her neck, but she flinches, so I back off from that area for now.
As I continue to play with her, I observe her sounds and movements, enjoying every gasp and sigh, and the rising of her chest, and the bounce of her breasts with each involuntary reaction. She wants to say something, but she's not, and for now I'm not going to ask her. She'll speak up when she ready.
I slowly withdraw my fingers from within her, to which she reacts by gasping for breath. I give her a moment. She looks at me, waiting to see what I will do next. I walk around and get in close behind her, no doubt she can feel me standing to attention just out of reach of her hands. I slowly raise my left arm, gently grazing her side, and point to her bed, and I whisper directly behind her ear "On your knees!" She then lowers herself on to her bed, turning her head before it hits the sheets. A smile creeps onto my face, as her head is turned towards her mirror, and we find ourselves at the perfect angle to watch each other. I approach her from behind, again admiring her beautiful form, I place my hands on her hips, then I gradually ease myself into her from behind. We groan in unison. I look to the mirror and enjoy the sight of her staring through me with her mouth wide open, and contrast of the colour of her skin is to mine. It has been some time for me since I had last had this kind of experience, so I had to take my time at first, but I managed to adjust and eventually took a less gentle pace with her. She was very tight, but so wet that the combination was perfect. Our rhythmic motion quickly became very comfortable. I very much enjoyed the view of her, both from the mirror and from behind. My hands begin to explore every reachable part of her, examining every spot, every line, every mark and scar. I notice a lack of colour in her cheeks when I have previously added a little. Time to add more. I take my right had a smack her. She gasped and tensed before the strike, forgetting she can see me too. I give her a sly smile, and I think I see her give one back. This disappears with the next strike, much hard than the last. I alternate which cheek I hit between thrusts. There are muffled exclamations of pain, but I think I hear a giggle escape her when my pattern is established. My mixed hint of disappointment and amusement is quickly washed away by the realisation that this is green light to go harder.
With my left hand I take her by the tied wrists and pull. She screams out through gritted teeth, and the look she gives me is reminiscent of when I entered her room unannounced, but she is in no position to fight back. I push deeper into her, faster, harder, occasionally smacking her hard enough to cause her to jolt. The sounds coming from her only serve to build me up and give her more. Eventually the build up is too much, she feels so good around me that I struggle to keep control. I ease my grip on her as I reduce pace to try and compose myself. She grunts and struggles out of my grip but manages to hold onto me, and begins to push back into me, rocking back and forth, a little out of my control, Her movement is making this difficult, I don't think I can hold on much longer. Her grip is tight, not allowing me to back away, but instead she pulls me closer to her until I almost fall on top of her. I wasn't prepared for this. Although I have control of her, I have lost control of myself. I have lost this little battle, and proceed to further give in to the moment. I take hold of her arms and continue to plough into her with all I have. Her screams and moan get louder as I get harder, and again, I'm sure I hear the occasional yes escape her lips. Damn, she feels so good. I can fight it no longer, I let go with a growl and shoot jet after hot jet inside her for what feels like an age, and with the final spurt I collapse on top of her.

Housemates - 1/3

I was so glad for the long weekend ahead. Not that I had any plans, but just the thought of being away from work for two additional days was heaven. It had been a long week, and a particularly long and difficult day. Not what I had sign up for when I chose to work at the office. But at least that and the nightmare staff and customers were finished with for a while.

I stepped into the house, and as usual it was freezing. All the heating had packed up and it had been some time since the landlord had promised to fix it. I drag myself up to my room, throw my things on the floor, and grab my robe before heading downstairs to the kitchen to fetch a beer out of the fridge, slam the door shut, then head to the living room and drop myself on the sofa to take advantage of having an empty house for the weekend as two of the remaining three housemates are away for the weekend. I watch a little TV to try and unwind, only to fall asleep in front of the Simpsons.

I am awoken by some keys in the door, forgetting the remaining housemate. I hear her shake her umbrella then slam the door shut. "Amelia?" I enquire. I hear a sigh as she struggles to remove her boots and stomps her way towards me. I turn and look at her, only to see she's soaked through. She glares at me, "What Jack!?" she sharply asks. "I was just checking it was you. Is it raining?" I ask. She just looks me up an down, failing her attempt not to screw up her face, then leaves without answering, almost stomping her feet up the stairs.

She and I interact daily, but rarely at length, and it's usually restricted to house business. We have lived together for nearly 2 years now. When we first met, she seemed cold, but I knew this wasn't the case after my first conversation with her, she just likes her peace. I can certainly understand that.

I hear her return downstairs and move around the kitchen. Something isn't right, she seems upset or restless, doors and drawers are opened and slammed. "Are you ok?" I shout to her. There is a pause in her movement, then she shortly continues, a little quieter though. When her movement around the kitchen stops, I hear her approach the living room, then she pauses for a while, I don't turn to look at her, I just wait. She then turns and heads back to her room.

This isn't right. I have always liked her, even with her wall, she is hard working and very caring. I have seen her smile, it is a thing of beauty, as is she herself. I force myself out of my seat. We don't need two angry people ruining our long weekend off. I head in to the kitchen, and make some coffee and toast and bring them to her room. When I knock on her door, I hear another sigh and some fumbling before she stomps to the door and opens it slightly. "What?!" She asks me, quietly, but sharply. "I brought you these." I reply, showing her the food. She stares blankly at me before taking them and quietly forces out a "thanks", then closes the door. I sigh, then loudly ask "Do you want to talk about it?". I hear her place the cup and plate down before opening the door to me. She questions my motives, then what follows is the only argument we have ever had. Whatever happened to her today was being taken out on me, and as this was already the day I thought I had left behind, I retaliated in kind. This was not me, I don't argue, and the more I did, the more upset I got. I had always been attracted to her, but for the sake of a peaceful house I had never attempted to cross that line. Now  I find myself fighting with her over nothing, both of us fuelled by anger built up throughout the day. I pause a moment while she continues to rant, and find myself noticing she is not fully dressed. I have seen her in less, but something about her right now has captivated me. She catches me looking at her, and I see an explosion of rage build up in her face before she slams the door in mine. Damn.

I go to walk away, but find myself entering her room to apologise. She looks at me in shock, I have never entered her room before, this was against our unspoken rules. "What are you doing?!" She asks and she points at the door. "I just wanted to apologise," I start to say before she cuts me off. "What gives you the right to come into my room?!" She protests as she starts to push me back. But before I leave, I fight back "Look! You're not the only person to have the occasional bad day," I exclaim, "All I wanted to do was check on you and make sure you ok! Excuse me for trying to do something nice!". "Yeah, well, there's no need," she replies "I can take care of myself!". "I know that," I reply, "I was just...!" I struggle to find my next words, meanwhile her face is in mine, almost taunting me. I look at her, her eyes, her lips, and then I lose control of myself, and kiss her, to which she instantly slaps me, hard. The shock hits us both, and there a moment of silence. I take a step back, nodding, and just before I turn to walk away, Amelia reaches out in a half hearted attempt to stop me and apologies, but she stops herself. I make it as far as the door, but something makes me stop and slowly turn around. I see a confused look on her face as she can't read me or what I'm about to do. My anger had passed before I reached the door, I am now appearing calm as I walk towards her, she tries to take a step back, but her back is against the wall, and as I reach her, I grab her arms tightly, and kiss her again, this time deliberately. I feel her at first trying to move with the intent to fight me off, but my hold is strong and before long her struggle lessens.

After five minutes I stop kissing her, her face is still in a state of anger, but her struggle against me stops. I let her go, and she slaps me again, but not as hard. The expression on my face causes her eyes to widen in what I assume is a little fear. I grab her by the throat, and kiss her again. I can feel her pulse racing in my hand. I'm a big guy, but she is a fighter, she could end this any time she chooses, but she doesn't. She does slap me once more though, and I think I see a smirk on her face. I then throw her to her bed, after which she looks back at me like a woman ready to fight, but there is not much of one. We enter somewhere new, where she seemingly accepts the role of being my prey.

I reach for her, grabbing her legs and pulling her towards me, my hands works my way up them until I reach her panties, which I pull off with ease. Before her legs close I see a glistening spot between them. I climb on to the bed and drag her to the foot of it, overcoming her half-hearted resistance and bending her over my knees, holding her down with my left arm. I raise her blouse up of her rear end and subject her a few hard strikes with my right hand. She jolts with each one, and then I squeeze each cheek before subjecting her to more spankings, not stopping until her behind is red. I let her loose and she rises to her feet, glaring at me with what can only be described as fake anger as rub her behind. I look her up and down, and I see the curiosity in her eyes as she looks back. I slowly stand up and walk towards her, towering over her, I almost hear her heart pounding as I slowly remove my robe and hold on to the tie before I let it drop to the floor. I take hold of her left wrist, and she voluntarily offers me her right at the same time, and I tie them together, tightly, at which she winces a little when I pull. I point to a post at the head of her bed, indicating where I want her, and she obeys without hesitation. She hooks her tied hands over the post, and I pull her feet towards me, stretching her out, limiting her movement. I forcefully part her legs and kneel between them, holding her in place, and ripping her blouse open to reveal her mismatched bra. I slowly examine her body from her breasts down to her wet patch, then back up to meet her eyes. I can see she's a little uncomfortable, but I wasn't going to make that any better. Placing my left hand on her hip to hold her, I start to spread her lips a little to get my fingers wet, then, with my eyes fixed on hers, I playfully tease her button, causing her to gasp and squirm. Hearing hers whimpers is quite pleasurable, and her movements are mouth watering. I decide I want to taste her, so I shuffle back and lower my head to her stomach,  and start to kiss my way downwards. She struggles a little more, and I think I hear a "no" escape her breath, but I ignore it. I kiss my way to her thighs, alternating between each inner thigh as I make my way up to where they meet in the centre. She gasps sharply as I take one quick, strong lick up the centre, then I slowly circle her button with my tongue before gradually working it's way into her entrance. She tastes sweeter than I imagined. The more she struggles, the tighter I grip her waist. It seems she cannot decide if her legs want to grip my head tightly, or kick me away, but I gave her no choice, I wanted her to suffer. I tease her, never letting her reach the edge. I want to drive her as crazy as she drives me, every time she passes me on the landing wearing nothing but a towel, every time I walk past her room hearing her muffled whimpers coupled with that buzzing toy of hers that does the job I have always desired to do, every time she smiles at me, all the little seemingly insignificant things she does that get my pulse racing. Well now her pulse is racing too, and there is nothing she can do about it. But this is cruel. I hear her short breaths, she wants it to end, I can feel it. I want her to tell me, I want her to ask for it, beg for it even. Right now she is under my control, and I like it. My mind wonders, thinking about what I could do, what I could make her do, I may never get another chance to live out all my fantasies of her. My train on thought is broken by her as she cries out. I will let her have this. I speed up, I apply more pressure to and around her delicious nub, her body somehow raises before she cries out again and splashes my face in her mini climax. This is satisfying, I could do this all day, a notion she will no doubt come to appreciate as I show no sign of decreasing. Her leg starts to tremble and her breathing becomes laboured. No, I won't stop, not yet. This isn't over, not by a long shot.