A Helping Hand for My Roomie

Morgan's high-pitched moans drifted into my bedroom from across the hallway. Her bed frame squeaked with each deep thrust of her boyfriend's cock. I pictured her tight 21-year-old body and pale skin as I heard his hand slapping her ass. As she whimpered, I wondered if he took advantage of the brown leather collar that she often wore around her neck, or whether he pulled on her dreads.

"Choke me, Alex!" her voice grew louder and broke as she cried out. Alex grunted and moaned. I couldn't help but stroke myself as I stared up at the moonlight pouring through the windows on the high ceilings over my bed, listening to my roommate and her boyfriend cum together.

When morning came, Alex was nowhere to be found. I made coffee and sat down in my chair. My iMac was barely awake when I heard the sound of Morgan's footsteps on the stairs, looking over to find that she was leaning against one of the french doors that led to my office. Her blue and purple hair was disheveled, and she wore a black Minus the Bear shirt that might as well have been the world's shortest dress. I found myself staring at the faint outline of her nipples.

"Fuck, man, I'm tired," said Morgan, groggily rubbing her eyes. "I hate today. I just want to go back to sleep." She squeezed the coffee mug in her hand.

"You had a busy night," I said.

"I hope we didn't keep you awake," smiled Morgan. As she stepped away to get ready for school, she added, "Alex has some shit to do tonight and I've got practice with the band -- I'll be back late."

Alex and Morgan had a complicated relationship. Morgan's family was emotionally abusive, and I rented her a room in my house for next to nothing. Alex was an emotional abuser, himself, as well as an aspiring hipster version of Jesse Pinkman. Morgan didn't approve of his entrepreneurship, but she thought she could change him.

A few minutes after Morgan ran out the door, I took a shower and got ready for an appointment. I ended up deciding to spend time with a few friends downtown, so I didn't pull back into the garage until well after nightfall. While the garage door was coming up, I noticed that Morgan's car was already in the driveway.

As I walked inside, I heard Glassjaw playing on the stereo. Nobody was downstairs, so I reached for the remote and turned it off. I walked back upstairs into my room, throwing my shirt on the floor. I was almost ready for bed when I heard faint moans coming from Morgan's room.

Somewhat nervously, I picked up my phone and started typing a message. I could feel beads of sweet on my forehead. "Need help?" I wrote. Each second felt like an hour as I waited for a response. Then, her moans stopped, and everything was silent.

My phone's screen glowed, and I picked it up. "Come here," Morgan replied.

I pressed down on the levered door handle and stepped into Morgan's room. The lights were off, but the window was open. Morgan's legs were spread, and she held a toy between them. Her knees were in the air. We said nothing as I walked over to her bed and got on top of her, feeling the warmth of each other's skin. She reached for my belt and unbuckled it. I slid my pants down and flung them across the room.

"It can't be like this every night," whispered Morgan. I reached down and felt the pool of cum that had already leaked out on the sheets under her pussy. Her clit was already as swollen as it could be.

"I know," I told her, mouthing and sucking on one of her tits as I tasted her sweet sweat. I ran my hands up and down the side of her body as she shivered, finally resting my pointer finger against her clit, gently rubbing it. I felt the warmth of her hand as she sat her toy to the side of us, playing with my balls and massaging the head of my cock.

Morgan sighed and looked up at me. "So, you listened to us fuck last night?"

"Yeah." I rubbed my fingers against her pussy, occasionally sliding them in and out. "I was listening the whole time."

"Did you like that, Daddy?" I felt more slippery cum gushing out onto my fingers as she asked her question.

"I did." I felt myself grow even harder as I realized what she had just called me.

"Do you want to fuck me, Daddy?" she asked, smiling as she had earlier that day. By now, my cock was throbbing against her pussy. Yes, I wanted to fuck her -- very hard.

Morgan's pussy was heavenly as I slid deep inside on the very first thrust, all the way to the point that I could feel her pelvis pressing against mine. I pulled her legs over my shoulders and pushed her wrists down against the bed. She was fucking tight and everything I had imagined. I reached underneath her to grab her ass, squeezing it and burying my fingernails there as I pulled her up onto my cock. I felt Morgan tensing up, and I pressed myself in even deeper.

"Fuck," she said, biting her lip. "I think..."

There it was -- the feeling of warmth as Morgan's pussy began to spasm and she flooded the bed with her cum. "Good girl," I said, taking a handful of her hair and pulling on it. Morgan whimpered as she continued to squirt all over us, gasping and moaning with the bedroom window still wide open.

I fucked her as hard as I could, feeling her hot cum all over my dick. "Give me your cum, Daddy." She only had to ask once -- I erupted inside of her as I found myself completely overwhelmed by pleasure.

Morgan smiled as she rested her head on my chest. "I guess I should be a good girl and get some sleep," she said. "I've got class in the morning... and Alex is coming over tomorrow night. Can you keep a secret?"