Roommate’s Father Fucks Me - Pt. 01

Roommate's Father Fucks Me -- Part One

Co-written proudly with SouthAspect

College is a time of independence and exploration, and Rose had no idea it could be this enlightening and pleasurable.

Her partner's full hard cock was larger and sturdier than any college boy, she felt as he positioned her on her knees on the bed with her head down and breasts hanging. His man meat was slapped repeatedly against her exposed wet pussy and ass, and he teased the 22-year-old college junior mercilessly by sliding his knob in and out of her repeatedly.

"Stick it in.... fuck me.... give it to me hard and fast...." yelled an exuberant Rose, begging for his taunts to cease and to get on with giving her the orgasm that had thus far eluded her as a young woman. Thus far, no high school or college partner could make her cum and squirt. She knew tonight would be different.

Rose had been wooed, courted, flattered, and pursued by her roommate's divorced father, who was 15 years older and still in fit, athletic form. The 6'1" 185-pound medical equipment salesman had lured Rose -- without the knowledge of his own daughter -- to a hotel where he was staying for lurid sex and who knows what.

All Rose knew is that Michael's confidence, sensitivity and good looks had won her over after his daughter, Amy, moved in with Rose in their junior year at the state university.

How They Met

Rose's parents, of modest income, could not come to campus often or help her move in and out of apartments or afford the finer things in life. Through Amy's handsome father, Michael, she was able to be lauded for her collegiate achievements and assisted with money, gifts and meals when he was in town visiting his daughter.

The girls met as sophomores in chemistry. As lab partners they muddled their way through the science elective and made it out with a C. They became fast friends and started spending more time together with friends, in other courses and decided to room together at a private apartment in their junior year.

On move in day, Amy was accompanied by her strong, handy father Michael who proved to be brains, brawn and social life during his weekend stay in town. Amy was impressed with him from the beginning.

Each time Michael visited Amy, he spent quality time with Rose, a blond, curvy 5'5" ga with 34C breasts. She was frumpy in the clothes she could afford, and dazzling in the designer attire Michael bought for both Amy and Rose. They dined at finer restaurants, got experience jewelry and considerable praise for even small educational and social achievements.

Michael was a "sugar daddy."

One evening in the first semester of their junior year, Amy had a course commitment that precluded her from joining Michael and Rose at dinner. Roe at first did not want to be alone with Amy's divorced father, but Amy insisted and Michael was encouraging. That night.... after dinner.... he kissed Rose and she responded.

That's all the horndog needed, an opening.

On Michael's next visit to town, he texted Rose and lured her to his hotel to retrieve a present for Amy's upcoming birthday he would miss. She gladly went to his hotel to meet in the bar -- not his hotel room -- but soon the sweet talking stud had Rose up in his room, naked, and in bed, legs splayed wide open with his monster cock drilling into her. She had never been with a mature man and she felt comfortable with Michael. And she experienced her first mind-blowing, knee buckling, body shuddering orgasm.

Michael owned Rose, and whenever he was in town to see Amy he would convince Rose to stay at least one night in his hotel room having all-night and morning sex. In her young life, she had never been this spoiled, this desired and this satisfied. What could be the harm?

Revelations

Michael admitted to himself that part of his attraction to Rose was the knowledge that as well as opening her legs, he was broadening her horizons. He genuinely enjoyed taking both Amy and Rose to off-Broadway plays, arthouse films and galleries, delighting in their willingness to consider new ideas and ways of looking at the world and loving the conversations which followed, usually over lunch or dinner.

Every time he caught up with the girls, he found himself pondering what Rose was wearing beneath her clothes, whether they be the modest ones she had brought from home or the more expensive and usually revealing clothes he had brought for her. His favourite lunches, dinners or excursions were those which preceded time alone with Rose, when he could indulge in anticipating the meeting to come and the transformation which would overcome his daughter's sociable but somewhat reserved and definitely demure flat mate.

Michael had been with his fair share of women and there was very little he had not seen or heard between the sheets. But Rose was the first Gen Z woman he had played with and she was, well, different. It wasn't so much what she did in bed -- there are only so many ways to fuck -- after all, most of which come naturally to most people. No, it was what she said that set her apart. Simply put, Rose had the dirtiest mouth he had ever heard in a woman. It seemed that there was no phrase, no question, no command Rose wouldn't use if and when their activities demanded it. Her prolific use of salty language had both puzzled and intrigued Michael and when he commented on it after their second or third tryst she literally didn't have an answer for him, she was unaware of anything unusual.

Michael finally worked it out when he arrived slightly early at the girls' flat late one afternoon. His daughter Amy was not there; however, he wasn't taking any risks. He apologised profusely as Rose let him in and she assured him it was no problem but that he would need to wait in the tiny loungeroom while she dressed after her shower.

The Sex Gets Riskier and Saltier

Amy texted her father and explained that she would be delayed at least an hour due to an emergency meeting of student government she needed to participate in. She could meet them at the restaurant with dinner in progress.

That laid the path for Michael to enjoy some "alone time" with Rose, who was putting on make-up in the nude in her bedroom.

Michael slipped from the lounge and peeked around the door to see Rose at her mirror putting on eyeliner.

He could see her youthful skin, beautiful hair without a gray hair, and delicious ass he could not ignore. He sneaked up quietly behind Rose and put his hands on her hefty breasts and kissed her.

Rose did not have the willpower or maturity to fend off Amy's father's sexual advances, and soon both were naked on the bed moaning and pawing each other. Rose sucked Michael's cock until it was rigid, and Michael licked and tongued her honey pot. He lifted her onto the bed and positioned rose for doggy-style. This was her favorite position to be dominated by a man, and Michael has her number.

Soon Rose was screaming, "Fuck me.... daddy.... hit that clit.... fuck.... oh God..... shit.... what the.... my God.... harder..... right there.... I'm going to...... cum now!"

Michael loved Rose's dirty talk. It energized him and made him drive deeper, harder and faster into his lover's pussy. Soon, he heard the moans turn to screams as her milky cum lit up his thick cock and balls. The audible sounds of Michael's full balls hitting Rose's asshole added another sensation for her and a rhythm to their hard fucking session.

Michael saw the perspiration dripping down Rose's back as he upped the level of intensity. He grabbed her matted locks of hair for leverage with one hand and used the other to alternate swats on her delicate milky white ass cheeks. Soon they turned crimson.

After the first smack, Rose became belligerent and upped her volume: "Hit me fucker.... yes, daddy.... hit your little girl..... please.... hit me harder." That increased the number and severity of his palms smacking her gorgeous ass.

From behind Rose, Michael was also able to play with her exposed asshole and pull her ass cheeks further apart as his cock plunged into her repeatedly.

Luckily, Rose was on birth control, as Michael came inside her with multiple shots of his warm, creamy semen.

The pair rolled over and collapsed in each other's arms, exhausted and satiated.

Rose especially loved that the sex was at the risk of her roommate Amy walking in at any minute.

Amy was finishing up her student government meeting and was ready to walk to the restaurant downtown to meet her father as well as her best friend and roommate.

House of Mirrors

If Michael was surprised by Rose's potty mouth, the truth was, he had no idea how kinky she could be. As is the case with so many revelations in life, Michael's next insight into his young lover happened by chance.

The girls had mentioned that the walls in the kitchen of the apartment had begun to crack --nothing serious but Amy wanted her father to have a look to see if anything more serious might be happening. Early one afternoon he dropped by and let himself in to have a look. Figuring that both Amy and Rose would be on campus, he didn't call out a 'Hello' when he entered, just unlocked the door and walked in. It had been raining, so he left his shoes at the door and padded down to the kitchen in his socks.

He could see the cracks quite clearly and although he didn't think they were evidence of any structural issues, took some pictures on his phone. As he turned to leave the kitchen he heard what he was sure were voices coming from Amy's room. Surprised that his daughter hadn't come out to greet him -- although nothing he had done in the kitchen made any real noise, so why would she come out -- he decided to look in on his daughter.

Amy's room had a large walk-in wardrobe and because of the position of the door in relation to the rest the room, there was an entrance 'hallway' to the room. What this meant in practical terms was that it was impossible to see the bed from the doorway, the bulk of the robe blocking the view. Or it would have been, had Amy not positioned a dress mirror in the corner of the room, opposite the door, providing an unobstructed view of most of the room and all of the bed. Just on the cusp of calling his daughter's name, Michal saw on the bed a sight which clamped his mouth shut.

The mirror revealed two female bodies on the bed, one lying on her back, knees bent, legs apart. The face of this body was obscured by the presence of another female body, crouched between the legs of the first, ass exposed, the head bobbing and moving as this second body delivered pleasure, copious amounts of it, to judge from the satisfied low moans coming from the recipient. Michael recognised the superb bum of Rose and then noted what could only be the blonde hair of his daughter spread on the pillows at the head of the bed.

Like a lot of men, Michael enjoyed watching a bit of girl-on-girl action, in fact, one of his go-to porn scenarios was one woman eating another woman's cunt and ass. Faced with this very scenario but in an utterly unexpected context, he recoiled. He had actually considered broaching the possibility of a female-female-male threesome with Rose. This was one of the ways he hoped to advance her sexual journey. Given this revelation, that would have been an easy sell.

What to do now? Michael wondered. He wanted to watch, in fact, he still had half an eye on the mirror. But one of the women was his daughter. He couldn't watch her doing anything like this. But one of the women was his young lover and he knew he would love to watch her do anything. Michael was in a quandary very few men have ever faced. Should he quietly back out of the room and leave? Yes. Could he quietly back out of the room and leave? No. At least, not yet. Rose came up for air and he heard her talking.

'Mmm, fuck, Aims, you taste fantastic.'

(Aims? AIMS?! Michael started, that's what HE called his daughter, as in "How was your day, Aims?" or "Aims, what time do you think you will be home tonight?") He had to go; this was just all too ... fucked up. Too wrong.

"Do you want my toy, Aims?"

(What?! Exclaimed Michael in his head. What toy? What kind of toy?)

He should be striding out the door, retreating to his car, driving back to the hotel. Yet here he was, rooted to the spot. Rose reached over and grabbed a vibrator, giving Amy a few more licks before kneeling up and turning it on. She rubbed to toy over Amy's pussy, softly cooing and clearly finding his daughter's clit. (His daughter!?! Oh God, he was going to Hell, he knew it).

He pulled back a little and actually started moving to the door. Don't look in the mirror, he thought, that's it, don't look, don't watch. Like that Bible story, which was it? Cain and Able? Noah and the Ark? ... Idiot man! Not those. Cyrene and ... Sodom! That's it, Sodom and Gomorrah and that woman who looked back and died or got turned into stone or salt. Salt! That's right. Learn from that. Except, now he was thinking of sodomy...

At this point both fate and his own ingenuity intervened and the die was cast. He looked back to the mirror to be greeted by the sight of his daughter's toes curling and Rose skillfully using the vibe to build to her obvious pleasure.

At this point Rose spoke:

"My turn, Amy, I need to feel you on my cunt. But I want to sit on your face."

Michael had to see this, had to see his lover straddling a person's face and in a moment of genuine revelation, he realised how he could do it without going into therapy for the rest of his life. All this time he had not been able to see Amy's face and he realised that as long as that remained the case, he could pretend it wasn't his daughter he was watching with Rose, it could be, well, anyone. He relaxed, smiled and turned his full attention to the mirror. Rose had reversed direction and was kneeling tall over Amy's head, allowing her play mate a wonderful view of her cunt.

"Eat mt cunt. Tongue me, Amy," said Rose as she spread her knees a bit wider, lowering her pussy to the blonde's face.

"Oh fuck, yessss..." breathed Rose, "So, so good. Keep it going."

Michael took a risk, unzipping his shorts and releasing his erect cock which had been suffocating in his pants. With equal parts relief, pleasure and anticipation he stroked his shaft, without inhibition, now that he had resolved his dilemma. He closed his eyes briefly and listened as Rose encouraged Amy, giving her the occasional direction and words of encouragement.

Given the novelty of the situation which had confronted him when he opened the bedroom door, it was understandable that Michael hadn't completely considered the logistics of the situation. When, after several blissful seconds of wanking himself Michael opened his eyes, he was horrified to find Rose looking directly at him, returning his gaze in the mirror. He froze mid-stroke and emitted a tiny, strangled squeak. Amy heard nothing, her ears snugly between Rose's thighs at this point. Rose did hear him and held a finger to her lips, smiling as she did so. From that point she didn't take her eyes from the mirror or Michael's eyes.

Rose ground herself on Amy's face, savouring the feeling of her warm skilled tongue roaming her folds, occasionally flicking her clit.

"That's it babe, oh that's it," Rose moaned, keeping her eyes on Michael. "You are such a slut, aren't you? What would your dad say if he could see you now?" she added mischievously, smiling at her friend's father. With a real effort Michael willed away thoughts of his daughter and focused on Rose. For her part, Rose cocked a finger and beckoned him closer, encouraging him until he was standing, cock in hand, about three feet from the end of the bed, right in front of Rose.

"Strip," mouthed Rose.

"What?" mouthed Michael back to his slowly gyrating lover.

"You heard me. Believe me, she won't know," said Rose, ever so quietly.

Michael slipped off his crocs and disrobed. Rose nodded approvingly, enjoying seeing both his cock direct on and his familiar ass in the mirror. Every time she saw him naked Rose was struck by how handsome, how well put together Michael truly was. "I really need to get between those cheeks again," she thought lewdly to herself.

"Now wank that cock," she mouthed, gesticulating with one hand to make sure he was in no doubt.

"Cum."

Rose had always enjoyed the sight of a man masturbating, indeed, one of her earliest experiences of sex was watching enthralled as one of her first boyfriends had pulled himself off watching porn with her. She watched as Michael worked his engorged cock she had come to know so well. And she was particularly enjoying the unique circumstances of this encounter...

"Oh babe, yes, keep going,' Rose breathed.

"I am getting close. Fuck, Amy, you are so good with that tongue and mouth."

Rose looked directly at Michael as she praised her roommate, holding his gaze without blinking.

Michael too was close and despite his efforts to hold off, Rose's statement put him over the top. Even in this heightened state though, he possessed enough presence of mind to realise he couldn't land any jizz on Rose, the bed, or God forbid, his daughter. He turned 90 degrees, giving Rose a wonderful profile view as he shot a couple of thick threads onto the carpet. He turned back, aware of some cum on his left hand, the third and fourth spurts being considerably less energetic than the first two.

Rose smiled. "Fingers," she mouthed and opened her mouth. Michael took two careful steps closer and put two of his semen-covered fingers in her mouth, allowing her to eagerly lick them clean. Rose swallowed and again turned her attention to Amy.

"I am cumming, Amy, I'm there, almost there," she cried out, again holding Michael's gaze.

With that she leaned back, pushing her sopping cunt right onto Amy's face, holding it there as she shuddered with a wonderfully powerful orgasm.

The Story Of Michael and Rose Is Far From Over

In spite of the age difference and the taboo nature of Rose fucking her college roommate's father, the chemistry between them could not be explained and they both did not want a sensational arrangement to end.

During Spring Break when Amy went to volunteer at a struggling food bank in Appalachia, Rose lied to her roommate about her 10-day whereabouts.

See Part Two for the romantic rendezvous.....