Roommate Seduction Ch. 02

As the landlord watched Will and Christine scrambling to get their clothes back, both of them red-faced and sweaty, he began to get, what he thought was, a brilliant idea.

"Don't worry, I'll take care of this," he said, turning to the Kizer's, who lived next door to Will and Christine. Mrs. Kizer came to the landlord, Mr. James, complaining about the sounds of sex coming from next door and asked him to do something about it.

But as he finally forced his way into their apartment, along with the Kizer's, he couldn't help but get aroused by the scene in front of him. He was especially captivated by the good fucking the young girl was receiving. Catching a fantastic view of her ass, pussy, and tits as the young man finally pulled out of her, allowing her to turn and face him, he retrieved the message from his brain and his dick that he had to do something to get into this girl's hot pussy. Glancing at Mr. Kizer and, in particular, the bulge in his pants, he quickly realized that he wasn't the only one in the room lusting after this hot slut. Mr. Kizer's prudish wife never noticed the difference, though, too busy scoffing at the hot sex scene. Little did she know...

As the Kizer's exited the apartment, Mr. James began working the two young dupes.

"Several of the tenants have complained about noises coming from this room, and now I see why. I simply cannot allow this kind of disturbance here...I'm afraid I'll have to ask you two to gather your things and vacate the premises," he said, attempting to fix his face and sound his voice in the most serious of manners.

Will and Christine reacted just as he had hoped they would.

"No, please!" Christine immediately began pleading.

"We have nowhere else to go!" Will exclaimed in horror.

"Kids, I'm sorry. There are plenty of complexes in the area," Mr. James offered, holding up his hands in the air as if there was nothing he could do.

"But this is the only one we can afford!" Christine said, close to tears.

"Please, Mr. James! We're only college students," Will chimed in.

"And we'll be much quieter from now on, we promise!" Christine pleaded.

Mr. James pretended to think over what they were saying, rubbing his chin and looking skeptical.

"We'll do anything you ask of us, just please don't kick us out!" Christine added in desperation.

Bingo, Mr. James thought.

"Well..." he started, watching their faces closely. A glimmer of hope seemed to flash across their faces, and he knew he had them right where he wanted them.

He looked at Will. "Are you any good at maintenance work?"

"Yes, sir," Will answered, swallowing.

"Both of you, come to my place tomorrow after you get out of class. I have some work for you to do," he said, looking at Will. He shifted his gaze to Christine. "And I'm sure I can find something for you to do, as well."

With that, he turned and headed downstairs and out of their apartment.

The next day, Christine's classes ended, and she and Will rode back to their apartment together. Both showered quickly, as the heat had them both very sweaty, and headed to Mr. James' room.

"I'm so glad you both could make it," Mr. James said, beaming at Christine and feeling his cock already starting to rise. He only had on shorts with no underwear underneath, so he knew that in no time he'd be hard enough for his cock to peek out from the bottom. He was already thinking about all the fun he would be having with Christine in less than 20 minutes.

The look Mr. James was giving her made her feel a little uncomfortable, but she ignored it, figuring that she'd soon be away from him.

"I'm ready to get started," Will said, interrupting Mr. James' thoughts. "What do you want me to do?"

With a hint of irritation in his voice, Mr. James replied, "The Delham's need a little help with the tiles in their bathroom. They keep popping off. Also, their sink faucet won't stop leaking. Do you think you can handle that, son?"

"No problem, sir," he answered.

Mr. James silently said a prayer, knowing that these jobs would keep Will busy until he was done with Christine.

Will stood there for a second, watching the way Mr. James was staring at Christine. The longer he watched him, the more he began to dislike the thought of leaving her alone with him.

But finally Mr. James snapped, "Get to it!" and Will turned to leave.

For a while after Will had left, Mr. James continued standing in his living room staring at Christine with a huge grin on his face. Her discomfort level was steadily increasing, but she kept ignoring the feelings.

"So what about me, Mr. James? What do you need me to do?" she asked.

What do I need you to do? Mr. James thought. Well, for starters, you can get down on your knees and wrap your pretty little lips around my cock. And then you can get on all fours and take my cock up your—

"Mr. James?" she asked, wondering if he had heard her.

"Hmmm? Oh, yes! Come into the bedroom with me. There's something I need your help with in there."

He turned his back, smiling. Christine, on the other hand, looked around nervously and slowly followed him into his bedroom.

Once inside, Christine lingered in the doorway as Mr. James headed towards a dresser drawer in his room.

He turned towards Christine and noticed she was still far away from him. He needed her to come into the room more.

"I dropped something behind the dresser drawer, and since they are nailed to the floor...well, I just can't reach it. I figured a female's slender arm would be able to stretch down behind the drawer more than mine would."

Christine understood his logic. "Oh...sure!" she said and stepped forward.

Mr. James stepped to the side as she approached the drawer and quietly moved towards his bedroom door, turning the lock on it. There would be no getting away for Christine. Then he tiptoed closer to Christine until he was right behind her.

Christine was bending over, and the more she tried to reach the object behind the drawer, the more her ass arched up in the air. Mr. James was in heaven, moving closer to her ass and feeling his growing cock sliding down his leg.

He put his hands on Christine's hips to keep her steady and immobile but also so he could rub his protruding cockhead against her covered ass.

"I don't see anything," she finally said, straightening up and attempting to turn around. But he spun her around to face him and immediately stuck one of his hands up her skirt, running his fingers over her panty-covered pussy.

She tried to push him away, but his grip on her hip was still too strong.

"What are you doing?!" she demanded in shock.

"I'm rubbing your pussy...what does it feel like I'm doing?"

"But...but—" she started, but he cut her off.

"You're here to do whatever I say, remember?"

"But..." Christine didn't know what to say. She couldn't believe that this man, who was old enough to be her father, had his fingers inside her panties.

"Now, you're not going to do anything you don't want, anything you don't agree to. But...just remember what I told you yesterday. I can throw you out of here at any second, so think about what's important here. We can both get something good out of this...and you, two things—you get to stay here, and you get one of the best fucks you'll ever get."

Mr. James kept fingering her pussy, which was getting soaking wet, and he smiled at her with this realization.

"You're a hot little slut, so I know you'll like this. I know you'll want this if you just surrender. This will be so good. Just make the right decision. You obviously want to, I can feel it on my fingers."

The sad part was, Christine knew he was right. She loved sex, and there weren't many men she was able to turn down. And Mr. James wasn't too bad-looking. She was feeling good from his strokings, but she also felt ashamed for getting turned on by this older man who had her at his mercy, basically—she either had to have sex with him or get evicted.

She felt him loosening his grip, so she broke free and ran towards the bedroom door. To her dismay, the door was locked. She realized she really didn't even have a choice. No matter what, she doubted Mr. James was going to open that door until he got what he wanted.

But he was right—he wasn't making her do anything. Mr. James simply stripped his shorts off, freeing his raging hard cock, and laid back on his bed. Then he grabbed the remote control and switched on his tv. He pressed the play button, and Christine began to recognize music that sounded like it belonged in a porno flick.

Standing near the door, she looked at the screen and realized it WAS a porno. A man and a woman were breathlessly undressing each other, preparing for a hot fuck. She looked over at Mr. James, shocked, and noticed his dick growing even larger.

She couldn't help it. She licked her lips at the sight. Mr. James had a really nice, long cock that she would love to ride under better circumstances. Then she shook her head, getting rid of such thoughts, and turned back to the tv.

The guy on the tv was now pounding the woman's pussy relentlessly, and Christine was getting so hot just from watching the hot sex taking place. She could feel herself weakening, especially as she looked back at Mr. James lying on the bed.

He just stared back at her, patting a space on the bed beside him. Slowly, she moved towards it, unable to resist. She needed to feel someone's hands caressing her at that moment.

"Unh, unh, unh...take off your clothes first," he said, watching her come closer.

She stopped and proceeded to do what he said, starting with her skirt. He laid there and enjoyed watching her pussy spring into view, then her heavenly tits as she undid her blouse and bra.

Then she crawled onto the bed and lay beside him. He immediately rose and took one of her breasts in his mouth, and she couldn't help but moan. One of his hands went straight back to her pussy, gently massaging her clit.

The sounds on the tv became louder as the pace of the fucking increased to lightening speed, the man rapidly shoving his hard prick up the woman's hot cunt as far as he could. The woman's moaning and gasping was going straight to Christine's head, not to mention her warm pussy that Mr. James was working.

"Oh, I need it now!" Christine began to beg. "I need the fucking that woman is getting right now!"

Mr. James stopped sucking her breast and said, "Okay, baby, but first, lube me up!"

He got on his knees and placed one knee on the other side of her body, bringing his hard cock to her mouth.

"I don't want to split you in half with this big cock!" he laughed.

While Christine sucked, she watched the hot fucking on the tv. She was inspired, sucking his prick down her throat as far as she could get it while playing with his balls. Mr. James was moaning his appreciation and shoving his cock down her throat to the limit. The head was so good that he felt his cum approaching just that quickly, and he knew he had to withdraw his cock from her mouth.

"Baby, if we don't stop now, I won't last too long in your hot cunt," he moaned.

"I need your cock," she pleaded and reached up to pinch his cockhead and squeeze his balls so that the urge to cum would decrease some.

This kid is such a pro, Mr. James thought, amazed. He knew he was going to have to have her again sometime very soon. Those guys at her college are very lucky! But wait, maybe I should see just how good her pussy is before I decide that!

Mr. James slid down her body and aimed his cock at her pussy entrance. With the recent blowjob and her wet pussy, his cock went inside easily. He started out with slow pumps, but he soon increased his tempo with every thrust and finally just let go like the guy on tv was doing.

Christine was loving it. Mr. James was fucking her with wild abandon. He was so right, she had never gotten this from any of the guys she'd screwed before. Her session with Will the night before had been good, but he was inexperienced. Obviously, it just took an older man to give her the kind of fucking she needed. His hard cock was going so far up her cunt that she swore she could feel it in her stomach. How could she ever get cock this good again? She'd just have to come back to Mr. James for more. Even with his hard thrusts filling her, she was meeting him with her hips thrust for thrust.

And he would slow down some when he felt that he was close to cumming, then speed up again. Their sex would get so wild that she feared the bed springs would give, from the noises they were making and the way the bed was shaking. His cock was hitting her in all the right places, even rubbing up against her clit and keeping her close to the edge every time he sped up his thrusts.

Finally, he let go and fucked her for all he was worth, ready to cum. With the speed and force of his thrusts, Christine soon began to cum. As her cunt spasmed around his hard, pumping cock, he couldn't hold back any longer. Mr. James' cock exploded inside Christine's pussy, blasting hot sperm deep inside her while keeping up his fierce thrusts.

Christine was satiated and completely exhausted from the hot fuck, and so was Mr. James as he rolled off her, sliding out of her pussy. They both lay there, trying to catch their breath for a few minutes.

Suddenly, Mr. James rose from the bed, grabbing Christine. She was as limp as a rag doll. He clothed her, unlocked his bedroom door, then dragged her all the way to his front door. He laid her outside his door, then slammed it, leaving her on the ground.

She laid there for what seemed like hours with no one coming to her aid. She was too weak to get up by herself and kept drifting in and out of sleep.

Finally, someone came by and noticed her outside Mr. James' door, smelling like sex.

"Will?" she mumbled, hoping it was him and that he was coming to take her home.

"It's going to be all right," an older man said, stroking her hair. She also thought she felt his hand slip in between her thighs while the other hand disappeared inside her blouse, massaging her bra-covered tits.

It took her a while to place his voice. "Mr. Kizer?"

To Be Continued...