The Roommate Ch. 02

THE ROOMMATE Chapter 2

Everyone in this story is 18 years or older. This story contains Futanari. If this is not for you, stop reading now. Just kidding, read it anyway and enjoy. This is a continuation of The Roommate 1, so you may want to go back and read it first. As always, I would like to thank Monty_Quinn and every other writer on Literotica for the inspiration to tell my own stories. Don't forget to rate and leave a comment. I do read them. Maximilian Ventres

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The Meeting

As I made my way up the stairs and rang the doorbell, noticed how big this house was. It had to be at least six rooms. There were no close neighbors, but there looked to be an eight to ten foot tall fence surrounding the back yard. I wondered what was back there. It was a beautiful neighborhood. You know the kind that you would want to settle down with the white picket fence. If that was your kind of thing.

It took while for someone to come to the door to answer. It was not surprising considering the size of the house. When the door opened my breath was taken away by the beauty that standing in front of me. She was gorgeous. She couldn't have been more then 5'8". The curves on this woman made me want to drop to my knees and beg to worship her.

"Hello, my name is Bianca and I am here for a meeting about a room for rent" I managed to stutter out. My god what was wrong with me?

"Oh hello, I'm Miranda Knox and this is my home" she said as she stuck her hand out for me to shake.

I shook her hand as I tried to regain my composer. Her skin was so soft. Everything about her was was driving me wild. I had to get a hold of myself.

"Hello, earth to Bianca." she said as I continued to dumbly shake her hand.

I quickly let her hand go. I was blushing like a teenage boy in front of his first crush.

"I am sorry, you are absolutely stunning" I clasped my hand over my mouth as soon as those words left them.

"Oh my god did I just say that out loud?" I thought to myself, I hoped. Miranda was standing there in the doorway with a slight smile that I could not read. I started sweating. My mouth was suddenly as dry a desert.

"Thanks for the complement, it is always nice to receive them," she said as she motioned me into her home.

As I stepped inside I noticed how open the design of the house was. There were no walls between the living room, kitchen, and what looked to be a lounge area with the largest bookshelf that I ever saw outside of a library.

"As you can see that's the kitchen. Over here is the living room, and over there is what I call my study," Miranda said as she pointed out each section. "Down this hall are the bedrooms. There are four of them, but at the moment only two are in use. My daughter is home from college on break, she is this one," she said as she pointed to the first door we came to.

"This one is mine, if you interview well you will have the choice of the two on the right side of the hall," she said. "Each room has their own en suite bath and walk-in closet."

"Wow, so what do I have to do to qualify? I'll do anything." I said without thinking. I could not have been more embarrassed. I was bumbling over my words, and my thoughts in my head were all over the place. There was no way my interview was going well, I thought.

"Oh, I don't know. I'm sure I can think of somethings. But let's keep moving on the tour, and not get caught in the bedrooms. There is a lot of house left to see," she said.

She turned and lead me back down the hall to the living room area. We continued through that room to another room.

"This is the last room of the house that you need to see. This is the workout/sauna room. In here is where I do yoga and some kickboxing," she said.

"I was wondering how you keep such a gorgeous figure," I said.

"Please, this is a long way from a tight ass," she said as she grabbed a handful and squeezed.

"Trust me you have nothing to worry about. I'm sure you get plenty of attention from men and women. I'll be willing to bet that you cant go out without being hit on?" I honestly said.

"I don't think so. I haven't noticed anyone checking me out in ages," Miranda said. "Why would anyone fall all over themselves to talk to me?"

"Wow, beautiful and modest. If there is no one in line to court you, please let me be the first," I said.

That got a blush out of her. I could not believe that the goddess standing before me was unattached. It was time for me to go on the prowl. I wasn't prepared for the sheer beauty I was meet with in the beginning, but know I was back in control of myself. I had to slow down though. Too much to fast could scare her away and cost me a great place to stay.

"Is that a privacy fence? Why is it so high when your neighbors are so far away?" I said trying to change the subject.

"Oh yeah, the fence. Did you notice all of the floor to ceiling windows on this side of the house?" she said.

"Yes I did." I replied.

"Well, I am bit of a nudist. I don't walk around in the nude always, as you can see. But sometimes I'll just forget to put clothes on. That is why the ad says "female only"," Miranda explained.

"Oh," was all I could reply. I could not believe my luck. The look on my face must have been unreadable because Miranda began to ramble.

"Don t worry if my nudity will make you uncomfortable, I will make an effort to cover up. But I may not always succeed," she said.

"So is nudity a requirement to live here?" I asked.

"No it isn't, but it is welcomed. Even my daughter, when she is at home, will walk around topless or completely nude at times," she replied.

"Is that the reason for the fencing in the back yard?" I asked.

"Now that you mention it, I haven't showed you the pool area," she said as we stood and walked toward the patio door to go outside.

As we stepped outside I was stunned with the lay out of the pool area. It was like I was in a tropical environment. There were a couple of different pools that were interconnected. One was clearly a hot tub, as I could see the steam rising from it. That pool seamlessly poured into another poll next to it, but it did not seem to make the next one warmer. There was also what looked like a water fall and behind it seemed to be a section also.

"Wow it is so beautiful out here. I bet you guys stay out here all the time," I mused.

"It is very relaxing, but you can get a bit water logged. Trust me I know. I try to limit my time even though I would love to spend all day out here," she said.

"Well would you like to finish up the interview?"

"Yes. Can we do it out here?"

"As much as I would love to, I don't think I would have your full attention," she laughed.

We made our way back inside and sat down at the kitchen table. Miranda went over the cost of everything. As she spoke I couldn't help but stare. My god she was gorgeous. If I could just kiss those lips. As I daydreamed, my she-cock decided it was time she met Miranda. Before I knew it my cock had grew to a impressive 7 inches limp.

"Oh wow, what is that?" she asked. I had to follow her gaze to my crotch. I didn't even notice cock growing. Shit is guess the cat was out of the bag, so to speak. After looking back up to make eye contact with Miranda, I tried to gauge her expression. Was she freaking out or fascinated?

"I...I don't know what to say," I stammered. I was mortified. How could this have happened? What was it about Miranda that made me lose control so easily?

"You didn't tell me you were transitioning?"

"Transitioning?"

"Yes, transitioning. You are transgender, are you not?"

"Oh my god. We clearly have a misunderstanding. I am not transgender. I'm a Futanari. Or Futa for short," I explained.

"A Futanari? I've heard of Futa before, but I've never meet one. You aren't pulling my leg just to get this room are you?"

"Why would I lie?"

"Okay, Bianca. Prove it. Not that it matters one way or another if you get this room or not. But know, my curiosity is piqued."

She gave me a funny look after her challenge. I could not read her. Was it fear or lust? Was it true curiosity. Or did she just want to see a freak show. I was a nervous wreck. On one hand I wanted nothing else but to show her, but on the other hand I really needed this room and didn't want to blow it.

I took a couple of deep breaths to compose myself. At that point there was nothing else to do but show her. So I grabbed the waistband of my leggings and slowly peeled them down. With every inch of exposed skin her eyes widened. I stopped at the base of my slightly thickening cock. I had to tease her just a little.

"Miranda, I just want you to understand that once I unveil myself to you I am not sure I can take responsibility for what may happen next," I said. "Are you trying to scare me, Bianca? I'm a big girl, I think I handle anything might come up," she said with a wiggle of her eyebrow.

Clearly we both were throwing up challenges. Who would blink first? Only time would tell. As I looked into her eyes, a fire was lit and it was slowly building to an inferno. So with no further hesitation I stood up and pushed my leggings down until only the head of my cock was still hidden.

Miranda was just about eye level with my crotch. I made sure to increase my girth as I lowered my legging. Although I was still limp, I was pretty sure that she would be impressed. At this was far from my best, but she was mesmerized by my veiny shaft. I don't think there is a woman in this world that wouldn't be happy what I was showing, but I had so much more to offer. And it was time to show it.

"Oh wow, Bianca. You have quite the monster there. How were you able to hide that from me?"

"Monster you say. Miranda, I haven't even shown you the head," I smirked. "So would you like to see the all there is to see?"

"Show me everything," she said.

"Even my pussy, and my asshole?"

"Everything."

And with that I brought the head of my cock into view. Her eyes doubled in size as she took in the sight of me. Her mouth hung opened and a small amount of drool almost escaped before she caught herself. I knew I was back in control of the situation then. Once again I was standing in front of a woman with my pants down, and I was in total control.

"Careful Miranda, if you keep your mouth open like that I may just put something it."

"If I was only so lucky. I mean you wish," she stuttered.

My how the tables had turned. I knew it was time to take the lead. I took off my shoes and finished pulling my leggings from my legs. I was now nude from the waist down. I spread my legs so my 7 inch meat stick dangle. That drew Miranda's eyes back to it.

"You said that you wanted me to prove that I am a Futanari. Well here is all the proof you need," I said as turned around and bent forward a little. My placed a hand on each ass cheek and spread my pussy and asshole wide open.

"I have never seen a more beautiful pussy. Can I touch it?"

"No you may not. I am not finished showing you my monster. There will be plenty of time for you to worship both of my holes," I said.

Her face was flush and she was clearly aroused. I could see her nipples tent her shirt. It was now time to flex my "monster". I went through the flexing of my core to make my cock grow. I was already at 7 inches and about 4 inches around. I took my cock up to 15 inches and 7 inches around.

"Now this is a MONSTER COCK!" I made sure to empathize the last two words.

My she cock stood proud and angry. The massive veins that crossed my cock were only dwarfed by my sheer size. The head stood wide and thick. A drop of pre-cum hung from my cock slit. It was like I had a twenty five pound weight attached to body.

"Christ, where does all of that come from?"

"Don't worry about where it comes from. You should probably worry about where its going."

"You don't think you're going to put that in me do you?"

"My my my Ms. Miranda, do I hear fear or lust in your voice? You wanted to see my monster, and now it is here for your taking."

"I can have it? Really?" she asked with a look of awe in her eyes.

She slowly reached for my she-cock, and I backed away. She moved to take hold of me again, and once more I moved away. I plastered a stern look on my face and she sat back in her chair. This was a game of dominance. If she was going to receive my cock, it would be on my terms. I took a few steps forward, and I was now standing right in front of her. The tip of my cock was close enough for her to stick her tongue out to lick it.

"Do you want this cock?"

"I want it."

"Do you see the pre-cum leaking from my tip? Stick out your tongue and taste it."

I took my right hand and squeezed up my thick shaft from the base. I wanted the maximum amount of my delicious nectar as I could gather for taste buds. The look on her face was perfect. Half lust, half wonder. Miranda was right where I wanted her. She opened her mouth and I shook a normal mans cum shot into her waiting maw.

"Mmm, how is it so delicious?" she asked after she licked her lips clean.

"Can I have more?"

"Delicious, more? You haven't even tasted a full load. That was just a drop of pre-cum. If you like it this much and you only received a small portion. What will you do if you receive a full reward?" I teased.

"I'll do whatever to earn it."

"Earn it? I like the way you are thinking Miranda."

Miranda was in a lust fueled stupor. I could have done anything I wanted to do to her in that moment, but we had business to conduct. As much as I wanted to try and stuff my cock down her throat, now was not the time. I flexed my abs and started the familiar process of shrinking my cock down. The sight of the monster she was dunk over shrinking woke Miranda out of her stupor.

"Hey, what are you doing?" she protested.

"As much as I want to give my cock to you, you haven't in your words earned it."

"Awe, you are a teasing bitch Bianca. Here I am sitting in a puddle of my own fluids. I am practically begging you to fuck me, and you somehow stuff the monster back into the box," she whined.

"I am being a bit of a tease, but we have business to discuss. Its bad enough that I am still in a semi-nude state," I said.

"Okay, okay. My how the tables have turned. When we first met you were the bumbling idiot. And now its me that can't seem to pull herself together.

"Lets make a deal. After we finish our business, maybe you can convince the monster to make an appearance," I said.

"Deal. So now that we have a goal to meet, let us run through some of the house rules," she said getting back down to business.

Miranda went through your typical list of rules. You know no stealing, no drugs, no drama. She also explained to me that everyone would chip in on the house work. I agreed to that. She would handle the shopping, and if there was something specific that I wanted all I had to do is tell her. She also reinforced that nudity was an option.

"Clearly I don't have a problem with nudity. My question to you is will your daughter have a problem with my nudity," I asked.

"Bianca, I already told you that Cassie will walk around topless from time to time."

"Will I have to hide my monster from her?"

"I think it will be best to cross that bridge when it comes."

"So if and when she comes home and to break the ice I just open my robe and show her my limp cock? What if she likes what she sees? How are you with sharing?" I questioned.

"Aren't you just the horny devil. Haven't even met my daughter and you are already plotting to stuff her full of that thick cock meat that you have," she teased.

"I just wanted to make sure that I wouldn't be crossing some unknown line by making a run at you daughter. If she looks anything like you, ill be hard pressed not to," I said.

"There wont be any drama as long as you can help me figure out a way for me to get a taste of Cassie."

"Oh really, someone wants a drink from the incestuous well?"

"It's just one of my kinks that I want to scratch, don't judge."

"I don't. I have a cock for christ sake, and you have not said a word. I would be glad to help you in your quest milady."

"Why thank you, my big dicked knight."

"So Miranda, is there anything else that I need to know before we discuss the price?"

"Not that I can think of. Oh I know, what do you do for a living?"

"Ah, the big question. I am a cam model. I do shows for exclusive clientele mostly. They are very generous and I am discreet."

"Oh wow, OK. I never thought that someone could make a living doing that."

"Yeah its pretty easy work. Jerking off, playing with my pussy and asshole for money. What's not to like?"

"Okay, so can you handle two hundred dollars a month?"

"Two hundred? Miranda, you could easily charge me twice that."

"I could, but I'm giving you a discount."

"Discount, I can pay more Miranda. You don't have to do that."

"You bet your sweet ass I do. With all of the free cock and pussy you will be giving me, I think we can call it even," she said with a smile.

"Deal. So is there any paperwork that I need to sign?"

"No there is not Bianca. All we need to do is grab you belongings and pick a room."

"Well everything that I need at the moment is with me. The rest of my stuff is in storage."

"Okay, if there nothing else that you need or want to talk about. I believe someone promised me a monster cock."

"I know that I said, but my poor pussy has been neglected for far too long. Can we take this to your bedroom?"

"Yes we can," she said.

And with that she stood and started unbuttoning her shirt. She dropped it on my head as she walked pass me. With a mischievous smile waved for me to follow. And follow I did. I could just make out the swell of her breast from behind. My god she was beautiful.

Miranda cut the lights on as soon as we entered the room. She had a queen size bed topped with a few pillows. It sparsely decorated, there was a big flat screen mounted on the wall directly opposite of the bed. What I would view as typical female room. But at the moment I could care less about the décor.

As she stood beside the bed with her back to me, I could notice a blush creeping up her skin. Was she nervous? Wow this stunningly beautiful woman did not understand how desirable she was.

"Is something wrong Miranda?" I asked.

"Well, its been a while since I have had a lover. I haven't exactly kept myself in check down there, if you know what I mean."

"Are you worried about having a hairy pussy?"

"When you are my age and a sexy goddess like yourself wants to fuck you and she is completely shaven. You can understand why I would be self conscious about my jungle down there."

I took a step closer to her and placed my hands on her shoulders. She was hot in more then one way. I could tell she really wanted this, but she just needed a push.

"Miranda, I have never had hair on body. From my neck down, I am completely hairless. It must be a Futa thing."

I leaned in and kissed the side of her neck. She smelled of lavender. It must have been her body wash. And I ran my hands up and down her arms. She relaxed into my embrace.

"And besides, what monster doesn't like to take a stroll through the jungle from time to time?" I whispered into her ear.

Miranda shook off her moment of shyness and turned around in my arms. She brushed her lips against the side of my neck. I had to fight the urge to whimper at the contact. I was determined to stay in control of myself. Now that she was facing me, I see the look of determination in her eyes.

"Let me see all of you Miranda. Take off the rest of your clothes," I said as I separated from her.

I sat down on the edge of her bed. I was already naked from the waist down. I wanted her completely nude before I would completely disrobe. She still covered her breast with one arm as she tried to pull her shorts and panties down.