Roommate Risk Ch. 01

This is a work of fiction. All characters are above the age of 18. All names, characters, locations, and incidents are products of the author's imagination, or have been used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, locales, or events is entirely coincidental.

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It was late at night. The blinds weren't drawn in the living room and some old movie was playing on the television. I was sat on the couch but wasn't paying attention to any of it. I was too busy concentrating on my phone. More specifically the stranger I was chatting to on an online forum. I was too engrossed in confessing all my fantasies to this anonymous person in my phone and chatting about all things sex.

One of my fantasies involved my tall, busty roommate Ashley who I've had a crush on ever since I moved in this apartment about a year ago. I never acted on it since none of the "guests" Ashely ever entertained were female but the walls are thin in our apartment and I can always hear Ashely's moans & screams of pleasure when she was being fucked by her "guests." Her moans turn me on like nothing else, and I always cum to the sounds of my sexy-ass roommate being fucked.

I was telling my online companion about this because I needed to tell someone, I needed for someone to validate this slutty side of mine, this desperate side of mine. I needed to tell someone about how badly I wanted to be fucked by Ashely. About how my roommate's DD cup tits never fail to make me wet every time I see them jiggling about in the apartment when she'd roam around in no bra. It has gotten to the point where I get turned on by just seeing her padded bras in the laundry basket. I imagine rubbing them against my pussy and cumming in them; a poor substitute to her actual breasts. I needed someone to know how much I prayed for the chance to suck those tits, to lick Ashely's pussy, to be fucked by her.

I was already wet from relaying all these fantasies online that I started rubbing my clit over my clothes, biting on my lip to not let any moans escape me. I glanced towards Ashley's closed bedroom door to verify that it was indeed closed which usually meant that she's gone to sleep.

I told my online friend about me rubbing my clit on the couch and they encouraged me to put my hand down my pants. I entertained the idea because nothing gets me going like the risk of being caught. I even pulled my tee up to play with my small perky boobs, and get my nipples aroused. I pinched and tugged on them, groped and squeezed my boobs as I'd imagine Ashley would. I imagined her lipstick stained mouth on my tits, sucking and pinching. A small moan escaped me which brought me back to reality and I found myself panic-glancing at Ashely's door which was, thankfully, still closed. While I was relieved, I couldn't help but feel a tinge of disappointment.

I often worry that Ashely will know all the fantasies I have about her and be disgusted by me but at the same time I fantasise about her catching me moaning her name and teasing me about being a slut for her, "punishing" me for thinking about her that way and having her way with me.

I feel the need for a release so I tell the person I am chatting with about changing locations and going into my room so I could give my pussy the proper attention it needs, but they wanted me to stay on the couch, take off my pants and panties and spread my legs like the whore I am. I texted them that I couldn't do that since my roommate could walk in on me any moment and it would utterly humiliating for her to see me like that in our communal space. But as I was typing out the words, my pussy throbbed at the thought, at the potential humiliation. Somewhere deep down, I wanted to be convinced to do this, to not weight the benefits and costs in my mind and just give in to my deepest desires.

My online companion replied.

Them: do not lie to urself, u know u are turned on by the mere thought of it. nd what's the worst that will happen Me: She might be forever disgusted by me Them: and? so what? it's not the end of the world. just move out and u'll never have to see her again Me: But... Them: but what? what if your fantasy comes true

I think about it, the possibility of my fantasy coming true. I think about spreading my legs right there and Ashley walking out and finding me like that. I think about her getting on her knees and eating my pussy out. I glance at her door one more time. She's most definitely asleep, I think to myself.

Me: Fuck it, I'm in. Them: woo hoo!

I take off my top and my pants, sending them a disappearing image of myself sitting on the edge of the couch. My tits are hanging out with my aroused nipples and my spread legs show my visibly wet panties.

Them: fuck, u r hot. take off your bra and panty too

I rub my clit over my panties for a bit before I work up the courage to take them off. I send another photo, a finger thrusted deep inside my very visible pussy.

Them: yes, gud girl. i want u to make urself cum now

I moan quietly. I put my phone aside and start fingering my pussy nice and slow working it with just one finger while my thumb rubs my pussy. I use my other hand to play with my tits. I add another finger and start to go faster, imagining it was Ashley's fingers instead. I imagine her body kneeling in front of me, her mouth on my tits and her fingers sliding in and out of my very wet cunt. I bite my lip to not be too loud as I insert another finger and really start going to town with my pussy.

In and out and in and out, sloppily, fast and rough. I rub my clit with the same velocity. I imagine Ashley would want to push me and insert another finger in and how I'd let her. I imagine tugging on her strawberry blond hair and she plays with me. I put my top beneath me to not get my cum everywhere because I know how close I am. I want her to come outside, find me like this, tease my desperate arousal and then fuck me mercilessly. I bite my tongue to not scream out her name as I cum hard.

I let out a slow soft moan as I come down from my orgasm.

Me: I just came. Them: very gud

I send them a photo of my glistening pussy and the mess it made.

Them: love it Them: but u r not done yet. get ur dildo. the big one Them: nd crawl to it. like a proper slut

My pussy throbs again.

Me: Mmm yes

I get on my hands and knees and crawl towards my room and to my bedside table where I keep my favourite dildo. The 9", purple coloured, penis shaped dildo. I crawl back to the living room. On my fours, I prep for what's coming next by sucking on the dildo and getting it wet & ready for my hole. I text my friend that I've got the goods and prepped them.

Them: gud. this time, bend over ur sofa and fuck urself with the dildo

Fuckk, I think to myself. This is incredibly arousing. I check again that Ashley's door is still closed so I decide to go for it. She didn't come out before, she may not come out now even though a part of me wants her to.

I bend over my couch, my boobs hanging, my legs spread. I stuff my panties in my mouth as I don't want to be loud and I position my dildo against my pussy. I tease my cunt with the tip of the dildo and beg myself for more. I slowly insert it until I take in all of it. The panties in my mouth tone down my cries of pleasure. I let it stay in me for a few moments before I take it out and thrust it inside again. I repeat the motion of taking it in and out, fast and hard like I like it. I close my eyes and think about Ashley wearing a strap-on and fucking me this rough. Spanking my ass as I scream in pleasure. I moan and cry as I fuck my hole with this toy. It doesn't take me long to cum and I keep thrusting through my orgasm. It was an intense one, leaving me a panting and leaking mess.

I take the dildo out and send my online friend a photo of the cum covered toy. They tell me to lick it clean and I do. I bid them a goodnight and I log out of the site, feeling more satisfied than ever. That's when I notice that the blinds were not drawn in the living room and I imagine someone watching me fucking myself and getting turned on. I giggle at the naughty thought.

I spend a bit more time on the couch just being naked & walking around naked because I like the feeling of it before I eventually call it a night and go to my room to sleep.

In the dark, under my blankets, I cum again to the memory of everything that just happened as I slip into a blissful sleep, a satisfied moan escaping my lips.