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ANGELA'S NEW MAN...
My entire life everyone had always called me naive and gullible. I didn't think that was the case, I chose to see the good in everybody. What's wrong with that?
If it were me, and I told somebody something, I'd much prefer they believe me when I say it instead of calling me a liar. Is it wrong to have trust in everybody?
In my experience, people usually feel bad after you call them out for being a liar. It's better to go about life showing people why something is wrong instead of yelling at them. I've always been that way, even against bullies. It worked out for me after all, most people who used to hate me ended up being some of my closest friends.
Maybe it was part of my charm, I was always told I was cute.
I have blue eyes, pale skin, light freckles, and wavy ginger hair that hangs down to the middle of my neck. I like to part my hair down the middle, I like how long it gets. My lips are nice and red, a little pouty I've been told. My cheeks filled in and my chin sharp. I stand at about 5'9 and have a lean frame, admittedly I don't work out as much as I should but I feel great in my body as it is. I have some muscle, lean muscle at least, my core could use work there's not a lot of definition there, but at least my arms and legs look good. It's not that I'm overweight or chubby or anything, I just don't really have all that much definition, luckily all my fat just seems to go to my legs! There's definitely more definition there than I'd prefer, on top of the fact that there's barely any body hair on me. At least my voice is kinda deep.
My name is Bryce, I've always been a pretty popular guy, if not a bit dull at times unfortunately. I grew up pretty well off, and I've always gotten people to like me. Lucky things just seem to always land on my lap!
I'm about 25 years old now, I graduated a couple years ago. Times got pretty tough with inflation, my part-time gig wasn't working out either. Over time I've found myself getting a decent office gig at a tech company, so I get to dress how I want.
Important to this story actually, I'm bisexual, or queer, whatever you prefer. My body, personality, and smile has always gotten me pretty popular with guys and girls, so I keep myself pretty hygienic all around. Innocent and nice I may be, but I'd be lying if I didn't find myself on Grindr or doing last minute hookups sometimes. A lot of them ended up getting put off by my overly friendly personality, so it never really goes anywhere unfortunately. Some of them definitely were into my innocence at least.
Then all of it changed when I met Angela...
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About six-ish months ago? I moved into a pretty sweet gig called Nanigan Hall. It's an old building, but the rent is hella cheap.
The landlady touched me a lot, but she's a nice older lady so I don't really pay it much mind, she hooked me up with a great apartment after all.
Honestly, everyone was so nice to me here! They all paid me sweet compliments and offered me to come over all the time, I never had the time unfortunately.
They all party pretty hard too, I'm not sure I could keep up, everyone's thumping and screaming all the time! Boy if I were a grouch I'm sure I'd be showing up at their door more, but they sound like they're having a lot of fun so I don't wanna interrupt.
I keep my apartment pretty nice and proper. It was definitely a fixer-upper, but the landlady, Lily, said if I helped her move some things around her place she'd get me a better room! What a deal! It was weird that she made me do it with a shirt off, but hey, I got a sweet place out of it! A one bedroom apartment for, get this, 500 a month!
I didn't know what I did to deserve such special treatment here, I didn't even introduce myself and all the ladies were really nice to me! There weren't a lot of guys and they all looked at me a little weird, but I was sure they'd come around. All the women were really big though, they said they had something called, like, Fudoranni or something? I think I'd heard of it before, some kind of defect, but I didn't really notice anything besides their height.
I was walking through the halls one day, my neighbor across from me was a lovely lady named Tisha! She was really sweet, she always offered for me to work out with her in her apartment.
"Hey hot stuff. You wanna come over today?" She called out.
"Oh! Can't today Tisha! Maybe some other time! I gotta go to work!"
"One day you'll have to come over! You can't keep running from me, boy!" She smiled.
"Oh stop!" I blushed, "One day, I promise! You keep catching me at the worst times!"
I chuckled as I got in the elevator and started to take it down to the lobby.
The elevator stopped a few levels below.
A tall muscular lady stepped on, her name was Dmitria, she was this scary person who always looked like she wanted to hurt me. I always made sure to wave hi to her regardless.
"Good morning, Dmitria!" I beamed.
"Mh." She huffed, standing next to me.
"How's your day going?"
"Can't complain."
"I'm just excited to be getting to work early today, I'm trying to beat traffic, and finally fixed my sleep schedule just to get ahead of it!"
"Uh huh."
We stood in silence as the elevator hummed.
As I pepped my way out of the doors into the lobby, a couple of other women whistled as they saw me walk past.
"Work those hips Bryce!"
"That's my favorite piece of ass!"
I laughed it off, thinking they were just fucking around. I've had lady friends joke with me like that before.
I stopped, turned to them, pushed my butt out a little, laughing as I quickly did a terrible twerking motion. They cheered for me as I played along.
I chuckled as I made my way out the doors to go to work.
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Work was long that day, not bad, but just long. I was a little tired admittedly, rare for me because I'm usually a ray of sunshine 24/7.
I walked back into the lobby of my building.
I was about to get into the elevator before I saw a couple loudly making out in the corner. A curvaceous blonde lady that kinda had Angelyne's fashion sense turned to me, raising an eyebrow. The man she had shoved into a corner was Ike, I'd met him a couple times before, he was always pretty shy. That means this was Megan!
Wow she had really been kissing him, pink lipstick was completely smudged across his lips.
"Oh sorry Ike, I'll get the next one!"
"Nonsense baby, I was just chatting with my boyfriend, squeeze on in."
"Really, it's alright! I don't mind waiting... don't wanna third wheel yaknow..." I laughed nervously.
"You won't even notice us, boy. Come on in."
Ike remained silent, staring at the floor.
"Well okay! Nice to meet you, I'm Bryce, I've met Ike a couple times." I introduced myself, stepping into the humid elevator.
"Megan. Great to meet you." She said, before turning back to Ike.
"What floor?" I asked.
"Hm?" Megan looked over her shoulder, hunched over Ike in the corner once again.
"You're going up right?"
"Oh... yeah. Just hit 5 or whatever."
I chirped and hit 5 for her, then my floor.
I awkwardly stared at the floors going up and up. The elevator dead quiet except for the loud salivary sounds beside me.
My eyes darted over to see Megan slowly but brutally kissing Ike. Her lips slowly and passionately smacking against his, I could hear the tongue entering his throat. Ike was lightly whimpering as Megan's hands were all over him, cradling his head, sliding her hand up his shirt and rubbing his chest. Jesus they were a spicy couple.
It was another thing I'd noticed, all the couples in this apartment were REALLY clingy to each other. A lot of them had a pretty noticeable age gap between them too. A bunch of cougars in this apartment. I guess Ike was no different in his relationship.
I turned away, just standing and humming through the awkwardness.
I began to hear her murmur into Ike's ear beside me, her giggling as Ike gasped orgasmically.
"Know what I'm doing to you tonight, baby?... Hmmm?" Megan whispered in a husky tone, kissing up Ike's neck.
"N-no..." He whispered back.
"I picked out a lovely little set from Victoria's Secret that we're gonna try on tonight... I'm gonna rip you apart, boy... Watch that ass work for me in black while I plow you..."
Ike whimpered as Megan jammed a tongue into his ear, moaning loudly.
So much for 'barely noticing' them. I rolled my eyes a bit. Jesus they were kinky, did Megan mean to mess that up? Surely it would be Ike... plowing her?... No?
The elevator doors dinged as they arrived on floor 5.
I coughed awkwardly, Megan still chewing on Ike's neck, groping him in front of me.
"Not so loud baby... there's other people here..." Megan giggled as Ike groaned.
"Uhm... This... this is your floor... right?" I shyly interjected from behind them.
Megan didn't seem to hear me, continuing to move her lips back to Ike's. Whispering dirty things between lip smacks.
"You love me, boy?"
"Yes..." I heard.
"Yeah? Love your Momma baby?"
"Y-yes Momma, auh..." He yelped a bit, cut off by her tongue plunging back into his mouth.
The two moaned and grinded against each other as the doors closed and the elevator continued up.
I looked over again and saw Megan's hands were gripping tightly onto Ike's butt. Christ they were really a kinky couple. He mentioned Megan was a pornstar once, maybe they just keep it exciting.
By the time I exited onto my floor, the two were violently exchanging spit, audibly moaning as Megan lifted Ike up and wrapped him around her waist, pushing him into the wall, thumping against the metal as it began to pick up. Glad I was getting out of there...
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I sighed as I entered my clean apartment. It was a basic set of basic furniture with basic decor, but it was home. I'd liven it up more someday but I liked things neat and tidy. Small black and white tiled kitchenette with white painted cabinets, steely grey fridge, small circular dining table for two beside it.
A teal shag rug stretching across the floor below my fabric couch, a normal shade of light grey. It faced my wide flatscreen on a dark brown wooden stand. A potted snake plant tucked into the corner beside it.
My bedroom was separate, thanks to Lily hooking me up. It was just a tiny bedroom with a window looking over the city block and a queen bed with gray sheets.
The walls had some paintings I got at Target one time, just basic-ass pictures of flowers. I kept my house smelling nice too, keeping up with the floral thing I clearly had going.
Home sweet home...
A few hours passed as the sun began to set, I was making dinner for myself out of the microwave. Long day, I didn't wanna cook.
As the microwave dinged and I set my meal down on the table, just as I was about to dig in...
KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!
It was really more like a pounding on my door than a gentle rapping.
I nearly jolted out of my seat, scared by my hinges nearly breaking off the doorframe.
"Oh. Coming! One sec!" I called out.
I jogged over to the door, thinking it must be urgent, and swung the door open to look up at the dark gaze of a mountain of a woman.
Size and mass was something I was used to in this apartment, but dear god this woman was like 6'6 and was absolutely shredded.
She was wearing a white tank top and bright blue jeans with black boots. Her body wasn't all that wide, but she certainly wasn't skinny. There didn't seem to be hardly an ounce of fat on her, just covered head to toe in rich defined muscles. Which was odd to me because any fat she had just seemed to go right to her breasts and some into her ass. Two massive perky orbs jutting out of her top, a perfectly straight set of cleavage that was extremely distracting. Not wearing a bra either because I could see the bars of her nipple piercings practically screaming through the white fabric. She kinda reminded me of Dmitria in the way she was fucking terrifying and the way she was built. Even her breasts, though round, seemed hard.
Her figure was just a bit short of 8 shaped, her ass a bit smaller than her breasts, but still round and muscular, jutting straight backwards in two firm muscular diamonds. I could see it as her tight jeans were clamped to her insanely sculpted legs. She looked like she was built out of pure steel. I was half tempted to poke her jeans just to test how iron-cabled she was. Her skin as well was a bit thick and rough, she clearly didn't moisturize much. Her color was a noticeable tan from sun exposure, the kind you see on hikers, surfers, or even crackheads in some cases.
After accidentally staring too long I looked up her towering frame to her face. She had a deep brown bob cut that hung past her chin. She had a thick curtain of messy bangs that covered her entire eyeline. Poking through the curtain was a strong nose, a bump in the ridge, long and accentuating her somewhat long face. Her lips were curled into a permanent scowl, wide, thick, and dark. Defined cheekbones, and a squar-ish angular jawline, with a pointed chin. The laugh lines on her face placed her somewhere pushing 40 at least, definitely older than me.
"Hey." A husky feminine voice graveled out.
"Oh... hello. I don't think I've ever met you b-"
"-Yeah. Used to live here, need to grab some shit."
Before I could say another word she pushed past me, the threatening aura and looming size enough to knock me out of her way without even touching me. My shoulders tensed just getting close to her.
"Y-yeah come on in..." I meekly uttered.
She sauntered around, dropping a green duffel onto the floor.
She didn't even inspect the apartment, simply made for an air vent in the living room.
She peered into the slits of it, easily able to look with her height, going to her tip toes quickly.
"Gimme a screwdriver, or a penny or something." She ordered.
"Uh, yeah, sure."
I went to a drawer and grabbed a Phillip's head. I handed it to her, she snatched it from my grip and quickly went to work, unscrewing the vent cover.
She tossed the cover off, flinging it across the room.
"Oh! Uh watch my... table please..." I deflated as she ignored me.
She reached an arm far back into the vent. I heard the crinkle of a plastic bag.
She yanked it from the vent and checked inside.
"Nice." She said.
She reached in and grabbed a single 100 dollar bill, handing it to me.
"Here. Keep it, shut your mouth if that nosy bitch Lily asks."
"Oh... sure... thanks..." I looked at the bill, confused.
"Uh huh. That your food?"
She pointed over to my steaming microwave meal.
"Y-yeah. I was about to eat."
"Cool. You got more?"
"Yeah I think so."
"Go make me some."
"Wha... sorry?"
"Cook me some, it smells good and I'm fuckin' hungry. I just got out of the joint, all I've had is dogshit prison food for the past five years." She ordered nonchalantly.
Something came over me, like disagreement or protest were no longer options for me. Her authority was absolute.
"Uhm... yeah, okay, give me a second I guess."
I walked over to the freezer and pulled out another meal, popping it in the microwave and letting it run for about five minutes.
I stood awkwardly as the towering woman shoved her plastic bag of money into her duffel bag.
"So, uh, what's that from?" I asked, genuinely curious.
"You grew up in the suburbs?" She turned slightly.
"Oh wow how'd you know?"
"Because you're asking me stupid shit like that. You wanna get killed?"
I laughed a second, mistaking it for some kind of aggressive joke, she was an ex-con after all... she wasn't kidding.
"Oh. Sorry, I thought you were joking, sorry."
She stood, turning and looking at me.
The room went eerily quiet as she stared at me, glaring at me up and down. Even though I couldn't see her eyes, her gaze was terrifying, I felt frozen all over.
Fear suddenly choked me as her aura grew something between murderous and hungry. I realized the situation, I'd let an ex-con into my apartment.
Was she about to do something to me? Something bad?
"H-have I done something wrong?" I blurted out suddenly terrified, breaking the silence.
"Just realizing that you're pretty hot." She responded bluntly.
"Oh... th-thanks... you... you look great too I guess..." I responded naively.
"You got a girlfriend?"
"No... I... I'm not looking for a relationship right now..."
"How old are you?"
"I... uhm... 25..." Every word got quieter as she continued to leer.
"Fuck yeah. Young too. You ever take cock before?"
"What?!" I laughed again, nervously, she was joking right?
"What's so funny."
"I... this is a joke right?"
"Nah, you look like you've taken dick before. I wanna know if you're a virgin or not."
She... she was really asking me... My smile vanished, clearing my throat as I choked on air.
"Uh... Well, I mean yeah a couple times... dildos sure."
"Nice. Wanna fuck?"
My face turned bright red.
"Uhm, heh, I'm-I'm sorry??" I stammered.
"I asked if you wanted to fuck. I'm horny as fuck right now and you're really fucking cute."
"I'm, uhm, maybe we get dinner first?" I joked, looking away from her, clutching my arm in anxiety.
"You're making me dinner right now, so you wanna do it after?"
"N-no! It's a figure of speech... I, uhm, that's just really sudden. I-I appreciate it but I don't really know you and... uh I don't know if you're fucking with me or not, honestly. I'm-I'm sorry either way."
"Damn you're really fucking cute when you're flustered."
She brought her thick muscular fingers and loudly unzipped her crotch. She unbuttoned herself and dug into a pair of tight black briefs. My eyes widened as I realized what she was doing... and what she was releasing out of her tight pants.
I don't know how I missed the massive bulge in her pants, but what flopped before me was possibly the biggest cock I'd ever seen in my life.
A thick Prince Albert clipped into her thick rubbery cut tip. It was seven inches flaccid, covered in veins, greasy, girthy, pulsing to life, sticking out of a short spiky black bush. It was a darker color. She held it between her massive fingers, dangling it in front of me like a dog toy. I couldn't stop looking at it.
"Big right?"
"Y-you... you have a... uhm... what is..."
"What, you're not used to this?"
"N-no!"
"You act like some kind of bimbo, you're saying this whole floor isn't using you?"
"What are you talking about?"
"This whole apartment is full of unmedicated futa. How the hell didn't you know? Lily literally bought this place for women like us."
"I-I knew that, but-"
"-Not a single one has taken you? Fuuuck. Mean you're ripe for the taking, huh?" Her scowl curled into a sinister grin.
"W-what does f-futa mean? I-I thought it was a defect or something..."
"Nah. Ain't no defects here. It means I got a big raw lady cock for fucking tight boy pussy."
"W-what?"
"Had to settle for boring pussy for five years, I'm aching to smash some boy cunt. Tight little ass on you I bet. Fuck, I can't wait to shape that hole into a fuckin' mess."
"N-no! NO! Woah! P-put your dick away!"
"You're sending me mixed signals, you playing hard to get? I'm not in the mood to chase right now."
"NO! No I'm not interested!"
She clicked her teeth, returning to her scowl.
"Just stay still baby. I'll do everything, c'mere." She began to close on me.
The microwave dinged. I sprinted and grabbed the meal and shoved it into her hands.
"Here! Here! T-take it and go!"
"Kay. Should I come back tomorrow then?"
"No! Leave please!"
She cocked her head, as if confused.
She turned, grabbing her duffel and left. The vent cover was still on the floor and the door was left wide open.
I panted for a moment, did that really just happen?
I was in complete shock. The last thing I expected to happen today.
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That same night I had trouble falling asleep. Realizations hitting me all at once... Tisha smacking me on the ass... inviting me over all the time. The... the thumping and screaming in the parties! ALL THE MEN ATTACHED AROUND THE ARMS OF THESE GIGANTIC WOMEN?!
Oh my god I was such a fucking idiot! I literally shook my ass for those ones in the lobby! Megan talking about 'plowing' Ike! It was staring me in the face this entire time!
...Wait...
NO WONDER LILY WANTED ME TO BEND OVER SO MUCH! I was trapped in a fucking serpent's den! All these women were trying to have sex with me this entire time!
A lurch in my gut kept me up for hours. I'd need to change my demeanor, I had to make sure these women didn't think I was leading them on! If that one lady today thought I was sending her signals, then these women must all think that I'm teasing them!
New Bryce, starting now. I'm gonna apologize to that lady for sending her mixed messages, it's maybe my fault if she got the wrong idea. After that I'm gonna be way more cautious.
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I woke up the next morning, feeling exhausted, images of that lady's pierced cock swinging flashed across my memories, making me wince.
I showered, cleaned myself up, and then stared at the door to the outside world... I didn't have work that day... but I needed groceries... It didn't matter how much I'd wait... I'd still need to go out there... with all of them... all of those gargantuan women... who want to put their cocks inside of me...
I was so fucked.
To possibly defeat any allure, I wore a baggy shirt and loose jeans to hide any part of my figure.
I took a deep breath and opened the door.
Hallway empty. Phew.
As soon as I got close to the elevator, I spammed the button, nervously tapping my foot.
A door opened down the hall. Tisha, and another massive woman about her height, came out of the same door.
"Phew! That was fun last night, haven't gone that hard in ages- oh! Heyyy cutie! This is my friend Lara, you wanna come get some coffee with us or something?"
"Wow, he is cute Tisha, just my type..." She nudged.
I swallowed, watching in agony as the elevator was JUST arriving at my floor. Seconds turning to hours as they walked towards me, gaining on me.
"You okay, baby? You look nervous." Tisha cocked her head.
"We won't bite honey, c'mere and talk to us..."
The doors dinged open slowly. I practically squirmed my way inside before spamming the 1st floor button and the close door button at the same time.
"Hey hold the elevator!" I heard Tisha call after.
"SORRYICAN'TTALKRIGHTNOWIMSUPERSUPERLATEFORSOMETHINGSORRYSORRYSORRY! BYE!" I squealed as the doors closed.
I heard Tisha's footsteps boom towards the door, briskly walking up. I saw her face give me a dirty look as I closed the elevator on her.
As soon as it shut I held myself in the corner, letting out a huge breath of relief.
Just needed to get out of the lobby, walk past anybody that might bug me.
I wheezed in terror as the elevator suddenly stopped on another floor, my worst nightmare, being trapped alone with one of them.
Dmitria stepped inside, nonchalantly, standing next to me.
My arms were up against the walls, my eyes wide as I stared at her, waiting for her to make a move on me or something.
Dmitria's eyes flicked over to mine, piercing my soul. I squeaked and looked away.
She crooked a brow.
"Fuck are you staring at?"
"Uhm. Nothing."
"Okay?... Quit looking at me, fuckin' weirdo."
I gulped, my eyes wandering down to Dmitria's crotch, a sick curiosity taking hold. My eyes widened as I saw a thick bulge jutting between her thick legs.
"Yo."
I looked up at Dmitria, her glare oppressing me.
"Uhm... I... sorry..."
"You trying to fuck or something? Just say so. This shit's annoying."
"N-no! No I'm sorry!... uhm... I just... does... does Futa mean... nevermind."
"What?"
"I... I'm sorry for asking this, do all the women in here have... like... you know..."
"Cocks?... Yeah. Did you just notice?"
"Y...yeah..."
"Huh." She scoffed, amused, the most I'd ever heard her laugh, "That's funny."
"Is... is that why everyone... talks to me like-"
"-Why everyone's trying to fuck you? Yeah. Shocked, nobody's barged into your room yet, face and ass like yours."
"So... that time you invited me over to meet your boyfriend..."
"Was I trying to fuck you?"
"Yeah..."
"Duh. I figured you were chickening out. I don't chase so I left it alone."
"Oh... oh cool..."
"Now that I know you weren't flaking though..."
I went pale, eyes slowly turning back to Dmitria's intense gaze, staring at me with a different and worse mannerism.
Hunger.
"Why don't we go back to mine. You can meet Mike... and I can show you how a real woman fucks..."
"I'm... I'm okay Dmitria!-"
"-Call me 'goddess'... You're not as much of my type as my boyfriend, but you'll pass... Don't act scared, I saw you staring at my cock. You wanna start slow? I'll let you suck it right here, I'm a really good teacher."
Her hand slowly reached down to her crotch. My eyes went wide in terror.
The elevator doors dinged open and I sprinted out the doors.
"Tch. Pussy." I heard behind me.
I blasted through the glass doors, gasping for air as I keeled over, grabbing my knees. As if the sidewalk was my only source of fresh air.
I got my bearings, briskly walking to the grocery store.
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A FEW HOURS LATER...
I arrived back in the shadow of Nanigan Hall, its looming tower standing tall in the sky. It was like an ominous foreshadow to my demise.
I stared at the glass doors for a good few minutes before I went in.
I held my breath, the lobby empty, thank god.
I rode the elevator up, no stops, thank god.
Got to my floor, no Tisha or anybody, thank god.
A sigh of relief as I got to my door.
I put my key in the hole and twisted, then pushed.
The door creaked open, oh god finally home.
A huge wave of relief and comfort hit me. I walked in, slammed the door closed and triple locked it.
I put my groceries away and vowed to never leave my room again this entire day.
===
A few hours passed, the summer sun was beginning to set as I began an early dinner in my cozy kitchen. I whistled as I pan seared some salmon.
As I wrapped up with seasonings, I set it on my plate. Just as my knife and fork were about to touch the flesh of my meal...
KNOCK-KNOCK-KNOCK!
I paused, my mouth already open. My breath catching, praying it was maybe Ike or just a random guy come to tell me something, anything, that didn't have to do with any of the women in this building.
A moment passed.
KNOCK-KNOCK-KNOCK!
I put my utensils down.
"H-hello?"
Silence.
"Yes? Who's there?"
"It's me. Lady from yesterday."
Like horror string music going off in my brain, my shoulders went tight and my stomach sank. A flash of her cock dangling between her bouldery thighs went across my vision as I swallowed.
"Uh-uhm... I'm... I can't answer the door right now! S-sorry!" My voice rose an octave.
"I'm not trying to fuck. Chill."
"W-what do you need then?"
"Got kicked out. I need a shower. Then I'll leave."
"Wh... why mine?" I asked, concerned.
"Got nowhere else to go, you seem like a nice guy. I just need to shower once, then I'm gone."
"Uhm... is there nobody else you can go to?
"You think I'd be in this shithole if there was?"
Damn my altruism.
"...Okay be there in a sec..."
I put my knife and fork down and went to my door, the last barrier between me and her. I pictured her grabbing me by the throat and ripping me out of my apartment to drag me back to her lair...
I gulped, and cracked the door open, the chain lock still my last security measure. I meekly peered through, looking all the way up at the same lady from yesterday. Just as horrifyingly massive as yesterday. She was in the same clothes too, looking a little dirtier.
"Hey." She spoke, her voice like a blunt end of a sledgehammer.
"H-hi... you... you just need the shower right?"
"Yeah."
"Is everything, like, okay?"
"Yeah. Why."
"Why'd you get kicked out?"
"Can you ask me this kinda shit inside. I look like a fucking idiot standing out here, that bitch down the hall, Tisha, keeps asking questions and I hate it."
"Oh. Sure, yeah one sec."
I relaxed a little, clearly she wasn't going to kick the door in, and the very mild conversational tone put me at ease somewhat.
If she wanted to do something to me, she'd have done it as soon as I opened the door.
I shut the door and undid the locks, opening it for her.
She immediately shoved past me, almost knocking me over as she came inside my place.
I stumbled, closing the door quickly.
The woman set her green duffel down again, taking her boots off in the middle of my floor. Leaving them there as if for me to pick up after.
Which I did, unfortunately.
"So... what's going on?"
"Bitch of a roommate doesn't know how to share, so she booted me. Where's your bathroom? Down there?"
"Uh yeah."
"Nice. I'll be done quick..." She sniffed the air, "You making dinner?"
"Yeah, I was about to eat."
"Make me some too. I'm hungry as hell."
"Oh, well I-"
She turned to me, her stone face glaring into mine, waiting for my reply. My balls went into my stomach.
"-Y-yeah sure I can make you some."
"Cool. You and that Tisha lady together or something?"
"No, why?"
"She keeps asking about you. Kept bothering me about who I was, what I was doing at your door, all kinds of crap. You guys fucking?"
"No, Tisha and I have never... She's just my neighbor..."
"Kay... I'm gonna shower. Put extra salt on my fish, and make sure it's rare."
She barged down the hall and into the bathroom, shutting the door behind her, leaving me there dumbfounded.
She's walking into my apartment like she owns the place... maybe that was just her... maybe she just needs me to be a little accommodating right now. I'm a patient guy, I can handle a little attitude.
She's got nowhere to go, plus she just got out of prison, so you know, maybe she just needs to adjust. I don't wanna make her homeless.
I went to the kitchen, a warm sense of pride and charity, as I took out the other salmon I had and started making it for her.
===
I had eaten mine already, I was on the couch, watching TV.
She was gonna drive up my water bill like crazy, I swear she'd been in there for over an hour. Steam from the shower was seeping into the living room now, humidifying the entire place in a cloud of uncomfortable steam.
I grew a little concerned, what was she doing in there for so long?
Finally I heard the door open loudly.
A satisfied and deep sigh moaned down the hall as I heard her feet trudge on the wood, transitioning to the carpet behind me.
She must have seen the salmon.
"Nice." I heard.
I didn't look over, assuming she was dressed and ready to leave after eating.
Instead, I heard her pick up the plate from the dining table on the other side of the room, and begin to bring it over to me.
Her looming figure appeared in my periphery.
As if making herself at home, the couch sank next to me as all 1000lbs of muscle crushed the cushion. She kicked her bare legs up on my coffee table.
Was she not wearing any pants? Subconsciously my eyes scanned along her feet, up to her tanned legs, up her knees... and her thighs... and my towel wrapped around her waist... which meant that everything above the waist was- HOLY FUCK!
My eyes went wide as I saw two, tanned, perfectly round orbs with small pierced nipples at the end of each. A naked pair of breasts jutting out of her chest, complete with an almost 12-pack of cut and rigid torso, ribbed, hard, and absolutely ripped in contrast to the perky set that rested unaffected by gravity. They almost looked fake.
I could see everything, it was like she was sculpted out of a rock. Her massive arms, her bulging shoulders, her thick collar of muscle around her long neck, going up to her cut jawline.
I caught myself staring for too long, gasping and turning away quickly.
"What." I heard next to me.
"I didn't think you'd be naked!"
"I'm not. Got a towel on."
"Not over... those!"
"What? My tits? Who cares. You see 'em everywhere I bet."
"Yeah! But... not like in this setting dude!"
"It's fine, just chill. Had them out on the yard all the time, all the ladies did. I don't feel like covering them. You'll get used to them."
Flustered, I stared forward, blocking all periphery to the admittedly beautiful set of breasts beside me.
We watched the movie for a moment more before she crassly broke the silence again.
"Hope you don't mind, I jacked off a couple times in your bathroom, couldn't get privacy before 'n I got blue balls 'cause of that bitch that kicked me out."
"Uhm... I guess that's fine?"
It's not like she could do it anywhere else I suppose, better than in front of me.
"Cool. No worries about yesterday then."
"Yesterday?"
"You were leading me on, sending me weird signals."
"Oh uhm sorry..."
"I saw the way you stared at me, you know, I know when boys wanna taste. Was kinda annoying honestly, had crazy blue balls cuz of you."
How was I staring at her? Was it any different than normal? She whipped her cock out in front of me, how the hell was I meant to look at her?
"S-sorry I guess."
"It's whatever. Had to take it out on my roommate's boyfriend but she got all pissy about it and booted me."
"What... what did you do to him?"
"What do you think? Bent that hot little ass over her couch and made him scream for it, little guy looked like he was in fucking heaven. Fucking love destroying boy pussy, I'm so fucking good at it. You're missing out, I'd show you a really good time, you're way hotter than him."
"I'm... I'm good thanks..." I squeaked quietly, bright red.
"Whatever."
She put my plate on her lap and started scarfing salmon down her mouth. I stared forward as she let out light grunts of satisfaction. I did my best to focus on the movie, but knowing her admittedly god-like body was next to me caused me to go red. I was no stranger to sex, and I was really trying to be an adult, but everything about her was so aggressive and forward, it sparked such intimidation in me.
I was trying to focus on the movie, but it was difficult.
"Good fish." She said with her mouth full, "You did it how I asked too. You're looking to get hitched to me at this rate..."
"Oh th-thanks..." I stuttered.
"Relax kid, I'm fucking around." She said with no shift in her threatening tone.
"Oh... haha... yeah..."
"Fuck kinda show is this."
"It's a movie..."
"Why is that dude screaming at the other guy."
"He, uh, slept with his wife... and... he was like his friend so-"
"The fuck? Why doesn't he just beat the fuck out of him. Kill that motherfucker man, he touched your wife." She exclaimed.
"I... maybe... I dunno..."
"That's how I got locked up. Some cunt tried touching on my boy, so I caved her head in. Crazy they got me from that and never the robberies."
"...Right... cool..." I was visibly shaking in terror.
"Left her alive enough to get me in prison, fuckin' bitch."
We sat in an awkward quiet for a solid five minutes.
My stomach sank as I felt her arm extend and rest behind me. Maybe she was just getting comfy, I didn't need to read into that. I could feel the heat coming off of her arm behind me though, it was warming my neck, ironically giving me chills. The energy that came off of her was like the pressure encroaching a sinking sub underwater. Endless, terrifying, and brutal.
I sat completely straight, not daring to lean my head back.
Eventually she caught notice, seeing me, unblinking, hands balled on my thighs as I sat unnaturally proper.
"Relax."
"I'm relaxed." I squeaked, "T-totally relaxed."
"You look weird and it's stressing me out, lean back or something."
"Okay." I swallowed.
I leaned back, as if the cushion behind me was made of spikes, gently resting against it as slowly as possible, getting closer to her arm.
I felt her elbow scoot forward, non-subtly hooking around the back of my neck, her iron forearm draping around and resting on my shoulder. My eyes went wider, my shoulder buzzed, and my lips pursed tight. I held back a squeak.
She wasn't looking at me. Maybe this was just... how she hangs out with people she knows... don't need to read into it.
I felt a strong finger begin to slowly rub my tricep, feeling my skin, even though it was a light touch, it was sending a wave of adrenaline into me.
"Uhhh..." I shook, "You... you probably need to go soon, huh?"
"Nah. Your place is better. Gonna crash here if that's cool."
She wasn't really asking... But better that I let her crash on the couch instead of the street.
"Uhm... y-yeah that's fine I guess..."
"Nice."
Her finger kept circling on my tricep, was this an attempt at relaxing me?
I looked down and had to hold back a gasp. Her fucking cock was out. Flaccid, but it was out.
It was resting like a sleeping python on her muscular thigh, flopped out of my towel, which was normal on me but looked tiny on her. In fact at this point she'd essentially just let the towel untie off her waist, it was slowly exposing me to her entire naked form.
"My name's Angela by the way. You didn't ask."
"Oh! Uh, cool!" I couldn't look away from her dick, it was so fucking big.
"You gonna make me ask what yours is?"
"Uhm... sorry what?"
"What's your name." She asked a little sharper.
"S-sorry, uh, B-Bryce. I'm Bryce."
"Mm." She grunted in response.
It wasn't even hard and looked mesmerizing. It radiated pure power and sex, with the silvery Prince Albert on the top too. My mind wandered at how much it had been used to turn someone into an absolute pile of twitching limbs. With a core and body like hers too, I could only whimper at the thought of being in a room with her like that. She could rip my head off with one hand if she wanted.
"How much you bottomed?" She suddenly cut the silence.
I was still distracted.
"N-not a lot." I whispered, in awe.
"Why not? You'd look good under someone. Most of the ladies here would kill to taste you."
"I'm just... uh... not... not really into it... I guess...
"You stare at my dick a lot for someone who's not into it. Got you curious huh?"
I snapped back into reality, realizing I'd non-subtly been gazing at her dick for the past five minutes at least, my face burned red and my neck snapped back to the TV.
"Sorry!" I whimpered.
"It's big, right?"
Her hand slid up my arm, going up my shoulder and massaging up my neck to the back of my scalp. Her nails dug into my hair, harshly scratching my head, massaging it with her long muscular digits. Making a pretty aggressive push forward as she escalated it.
"Oh!... Uh..." I jumped a bit, caught in a limbo of admittedly intense relaxation versus high tension and terror, "Uhm... I dunno..."
I couldn't see the smile creep up her face as her attention came off the screen, sideyeing me as she saw me flustered. My nerves were going crazy, already overstimulated by her digits raking my scalp, and the heat of her skin growing.
"That why you were looking? Wanted to see how big it can get?"
"N-no! No, s-sorry..."
Her fingers on the back of my head stopped scratching abruptly, instead they took a firm grip on my skull instead. I thought she was about to crush my skull with one hand as she applied pressure, turning my gaze forcibly away from the tv, right at her crotch. Her grip was so strong, it was like a fucking machine was turning my head. So much power behind every finger and vascular knuckle.
With one hand she quickly unwrapped the towel and let it flop either side of her rigid waist. I could see her pelvis wrapped in pure muscle, a V under her abs pointing right to the trimmed short bush and the anaconda that was nesting in it. She slowly took her legs off my table, spreading them wide as her feet touched the carpet. Her dick flopping between her legs, resting on a set of spiky nuts that were each about as big as my palm.
I didn't fight back. I couldn't. Every part of her waist was a marvel to behold, it was such dominant and forward energy I couldn't resist submitting to it, especially as I was held tightly in one of her hands. I was terrified and in sickening curiosity at the same time.
"Take a look."
I watched as her core tightened subtly, blood rushed to her cock. Without even stimulating herself in any way, her dick began to rise.
I watched it twitch to life, perfectly straight, inflating with boiling hot blood and sexual energy. Her cock made my chest thump with anxiety as it got bigger and bigger and bigger.
It wasn't long before it was standing at full attention, flopping against her stomach. A pearl of precum leaking out of the pink circumcised tip. It throbbed like a breathing animal. It looked leathery, fleshy, rubbery, and rock hard all at once. Still that same darker greyish shade, but covered in bulging veins. It was as thick as a can and around 10 inches in length. My own average cock couldn't hold a candle to this, she was like some chosen Amazon of a long lost fertility god to breed an entire village with new offspring. It was like staring into the eyes of doom. Its shape was perfectly cylindrical, the head an almost completely round bullet tip, to punch into someone's insides over and over again. I could smell it too. Even after a shower, it had an intoxicating musk of heat, tang, sweat, and bitter zest. A terribly human stench to it that made my mouth dry.
"Big enough for you?" She said in a husky low tone.
"Y-yeah." The words slipped from my mouth as I was caught in her hypnotic spell.
She began to push the back of my head down slowly, I didn't even realize what was happening until she spoke, getting pulled in by the alluring image of her cock.
"Wanna get closer? Huh? Come on hot stuff, have a taste..." She spoke bluntly.
As her voice cut into my consciousness, removing the spell, I realized that I was being pushed right towards her cock.
My fight or flight kicked in and I quickly jolted to life, slipping out of her grip and briskly walking away from the couch towards the bathroom.
"I need to shower! I need to get ready for bed!" I said abruptly, looking at the floor in embarrassment.
I slammed the bathroom door closed and sat on the toilet, staring into space. What the fuck was that? Why did I let that go on for so long?!
I was in complete shock, my body shaking in fear of her and that thing between her legs. She was terrifying.
I was bi, I was no stranger to dick, but I'd never bottomed for something like that before, this was a new sense of manhandling and seduction that I'd never faced. I was a cute guy, yeah, but people liked me on top, it was never a threat to my masculinity or anything, what the fuck was this?! I'd never been chased before! This was terrifying!
No... no... look she's basically homeless. She's not a monster, 90 percent of the time these people are just down on their luck and there's nothing in place to keep them from turning into bad versions of themselves. It's not really their fault sometimes, what's really stopping someone from making bad choices when you're left with nothing... She couldn't be an exception to that, she's probably just a woman with boundaries. It's not like she pinned me down and fucked me or something. Clearly I'm sending her the wrong message, this is the second time she thought I was flirting with her or something, so I really just need to lay the law down. I'll go to sleep tonight, she'll be gone in the morning probably, if she comes back, I'll set some rules. This isn't her place, and she's going to respect that. I'm not communicating clearly.
I sighed and looked around, realizing she'd left my bathroom in an absolutely ruined state.
My razor was used and full of hairs. Water was all over the floor, I only had one towel in here, and... did she use my deodorant? AND my toothbrush??
My shampoo and conditioner, my body soap, my exfoliants and skincare, all of it was tossed and used. The bathroom looked like a trainwreck.
I picked up my toothbrush, seeing the bristles crushed and fucked up, how hard did she brush her teeth?!
I grabbed a spare toothbrush from my medicine cabinet, noticing a tub of Aquaphor was slightly unscrewed and placed ajar.
It was then that the smell began to hit me. Brutally sweet, salty, tangy, and absolutely reeking of thick sperm. I recoiled slightly, and then turned to see my trashcan was full of used toilet paper, the wads of it all stuck together and sticking out from the can. I know she said she jacked off a few times... how much is a few times in her head...
===
I showered off and cleaned myself. Nightly tradition and habit, I usually douche myself too, NOT FOR HER TO CLARIFY! It's a good habit to get into if you're on the scene a lot.
Despite the terrible state of my bathroom, I did what I could to fix it back up before jumping into the hot water.
I used my spare brush and spare towel, and thank god I didn't need to shave. I skipped deodorant, seeing an odd hair glued across the top of the bar. I usually do that in the morning anyway...
I cracked the door open, seeing the glow of my tv in the living room. I crept out, one toe at a time, not making a sound.
As soon as I entered the hall, about to open the door to my bedroom...
"You done in there?" She asked from the living room.
"Uh... y-yeah..."
"Cool. Come back, let's finish this movie."
"N-no I can't, I gotta go to bed early, I have work tomorrow! B-but you enjoy it!" I lied.
"Kay." She replied bluntly.
"Uhm, when you head out tomorrow, p-please lock the door behind you!"
"Kay."
Phew.
I went into my bedroom and shut the door behind me, plugging in my phone, shutting the blinds, unwinding. Thankful that I wasn't in yet another situation, and I can finally have some privacy.
I turned the lights out and crept under my average bedsheets, never had they felt so comfortable. My room cooled with a soft hum of AC, my skin still warm from the shower as I let my body begin to soothe.
I scrolled on my phone for a few minutes before turning it off and attempting to sleep. The sooner I passed out, the sooner she'd be out of the apartment.
I lay on my side, looking through the blinds at the city outside, unwinding... relaxing... drifting to sl-
-CREEEEEEEEAAAAAAAK!
My eyes shot open.
Why was the door to my bedroom opening?
It could only be her. Why was she in here?!
She wasn't subtle either, loudly opening the door and closing it behind her with a CA-CHUNK.
"Movie sucked. You didn't miss anything." Angela grumbled, stepping onto my carpet towards the bed.
I heard her grunt in comfort as I felt her hit the bed. My mattress sank suddenly with an intense amount of weight behind me.
The metal bedframe creaked as she slipped under the covers.
"Uhm... Angela?" I swallowed.
"Mm."
"A-are you not sleeping on the couch tonight?"
"No. Shit's too small. You can take it if you want, but that little thing ain't gonna fit me."
"R-right."
"Why?"
"N-no reason."
"This is better, right? Got lucky if I could sleep in a cell with my bitches, guards always caught me. Been missing some skin on me though, c'mere a sec."
I froze, unmoving, as I felt the bed groan. She adjusted herself and her weight shifted closer and closer behind me.
I squeaked, her breasts, hard and soft at the same time pressed into my back. I was in a loose shirt and underwear, but I could feel the piercings on her nipples like they were right on my skin. It was then I realized she was still naked, and her completely nude body was pushing right into my back.
She grunted, I felt her arms come around me, one forced its way under my armpit and wrapped around me from below. I felt squashed against a warm brick wall, her tits pancaking against me as her cleavage hit the back of my neck. She wasn't all that wide, but her size made it seem that way compared to me. Her chin was only just above the top of my head, her massive arms made it seem like I was miniscule compared to her, they felt so oppressive.
She forced me deeper into her embrace, scooting me all the way back, and then I felt it. Hot, still throbbing with her steady pulse, rubbery, iron hard, and leaking a bit of sticky liquid against my spine. Her balls rested against my smooth butt, the hairs stabbing me like a cactus. Her dick, against my shirt, felt 5 times as big as when I saw it earlier, it was terrifying.
Her legs came around, a zeppelin shaped thigh collapsing on top of my side, bending her knee as she rested it on top of me, pushing her body into mine.
"Yeah, so much better." She sighed, "Feels good right?"
I didn't respond, absolutely frozen solid.
She flexed her arms tighter, like I was a stuffed animal, her hands gripping onto either one of my shoulders as she pressed me tight. I felt surrounded by her bestial strength, her hot breath was right on the back of my head as she pushed her nose into my hair, breathing me in.
"You smell so fucking good."
"Th-th-thanks..." I went an octave above normal.
"Skin is soft too... you take care of yourself... love that..." She breathed.
"I... try to..."
"Nice... love a soft body. I helped myself to some stuff in your bathroom by the way."
"I, uhm, I saw, yeah."
"Yeah. Got myself a little oiled up too, feel it?"
She grinded her tits against my back and neck, the moistness on her skin pushing through the fabric of my shirt. She felt a little greasy all over, well exfoliated.
"Mhm." I grimaced.
"Feel good?"
"Y-yup... t-totally..."
"Yeah. Feels fuckin' cozy in this bed. You got a nice place. Definitely staying."
"Th-thanks."
"Not the only thing I oiled up, by the way..." She let out a breath of a smile.
Her cock began to rub against my back, making me tense up, sliding the precum through my shirt, her thick greasy cock sliding left and right. Squishing more liquid out as she held me tight against it.
"...Had to get her real greased up while I dumped a couple loads in your bathroom, went on a marathon in there, didn't get pussy for the last two weeks of my sentence and barely got the privacy... wanna guess what I was thinkin' about?"
"I... I d-dunno..." I meekly whimpered as her rigid cock pressed against my spine harder.
"Was thinking about that perfect ass you got on you... and how much I love you playin' 'hard to get' for me... turns me the fuck on... I know I said I hate to chase, but fuck, I love how you're making me work for it."
"Uhm... uhm... I-I-I d-don't th-"
"-First day out of the joint and I get a hot little thing like you... yeah... got a perfect reward out of that... So what are we gonna do about this? Huh?"
"A-about what?" I whimpered, knowing the answer.
"Itching to fuckin' bust again. Don't think I can go to bed 'til I do." She pulsed her cock against me for emphasis.
"I'm- oh..." I got cut off.
Her hand came and pulled my small boxers down, exposing part of my crack. Then she lifted the back of my shirt, and slipped her hot cock right underneath, pushing her nuts against my smooth butt crack. She pulled me against her again, tighter, practically squeezing the air out of me. She created pressure between us, between her rock hard abs and my smooth back. She began to slowly thrust, humping her dick against my soft skin like she was fucking me prone from behind.
"Uh! W-wha-"
"Hold still a sec. Don't move... yeah... ouhgh fuck..." She breathed out.
I laid on my side, awkwardly still as I felt her begin to use my body as a toy. Rubbing on me in a disgustingly perverted way. Lightly grunting right into my hair as she breathed me in deep. I could feel her abs rolling against my back, crushing her cock against me, the power in each movement of every solid muscle.
"Mguugh... fuck yeah..." She groaned quietly.
"Uhm!... Uh!..." I weakly protested, feeling her aggressively hump me.
A gob of precum splurted across my bare back.
"Mngh!" I whinged, feeling the uncomfortable slime coat my skin.
"Tight little ass on you, huh? Yeah? Ever had a big cock in it, boy? C'mon... answer me... tell me slut... ever gotten anything this big inside you?..."
"N-no!" I whimpered.
"Mhm... bet you haven't... been flaunting that ass all over this apartment waiting for the right one... you found it bitch... you ain't getting away from me... uh huh... I'm gonna plow you for fucking days... ughhh... fuck yes... I wanna feel that ass wrapped around my fucking dick... wanna feel you plant that shit to the base... wring the fucking load out of me..." She panted aggressively.
I said nothing, still completely still, powerlessly being used like some kind of body pillow as she held me to her front.
More and more precum was filling my shirt, dripping down my back in sharp hot bursts. Her cock felt so alien and weird, it was way too big and way too hot.
The intense heat was already getting her sweaty, as she ground her body into mine over and over again. She was simulating sex with me, I could tell, she was dry humping the hell out of me!
"God yes... oh fuck yes... oh I'm gonna fucking destroy this pussy... mold this fucking boy hole around my cock... easy access for a daily fucking load til' I get you pregnant you little slut!..." She growled.
I whimpered with each thrust, only turning her on more, as she filled my head with scenarios.
"...Show you how I used to do it in prison... uh huh... just like this... on our sides, 'cept my cock was lodged tight up inside them, just squeezing me dry all fucking night..."
I cringed as she breathed hot breath into my hair. She continued to ramble, whispering and growling into me.
I bore through it, staring into the wall in shock.
"Shit I'm close..." She said suddenly.
"Wh-wha-"
"Fuck. Get me off, c'mon, talk to me... you like my body? Huh? Like these tits?... answer me... say it!"
"Uh... Uhm..."
She squeezed even tighter.
"Fucking say it." She snarled.
"Uhm. Y-yes?"
"Yeah... yeah... saw you staring at my body. You wanna worship this body? Huh?"
"Y-yeah?"
"UGH yeah... I'm fucking hot aren't I... you wanna watch this fucking body work while I breed the fuck out of you... yeah... yeah you do, boy... staring and flirting with me all night... thinking you could get away from me... hot little slut... fuckin' brat..." She grit her teeth.
Her cock humping faster, practically lathering my entire back in a thick coat of precum, oiling me with her own fluid as she got herself closer and closer.
"Say you love my cock. Say it! Say it right now!" She began to pant louder.
"Uh... I... uh... y-your cock... it... I love it..." I cringed quietly.
"Louder! Lemme hear it!"
Thrusting violently against me, bending my spine, arching me as she locked me against her.
"I... I love your cock!" I squawked desperately.
"Oh fuck! Hrrgnn! Nhghhrrrrrghh! Ghughhgh! Gaaaawwd I'm gonna fucking cummm!"
Her cock going back and forth across my back like a rapid slip n slide, the perfect amount of lubricant seeping into my skin as her balls throbbed against my crack, pulsing violently.
"Uh! W-wait! I-I don't-"
"Oh fuck yeah TAKE THAT LOAD BOY! FUCK YEA-" She roared behind me.
She smashed her cock against my wet back and pushed her waist into me as hard as she could, like squeezing a bottle of toothpaste. Her balls exploded as it rapidly traveled up her thick shaft, unloading under my shirt and beginning to spew boiling hot cum across my skin.
"UNNNGHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! UGHHHHHHH FUUUUUUCKKK!" She growled like a mating animal right into my hair.
*SPPLOOOOOOOORORRTGHTHGHGHGHHTHGHHH!*
Her balls shot forth such a high volume, it felt like my entire back was coated in a thick blanket of hot skin-melting magma. I felt it fill my shirt like a fucking condom as she blasted more and more out of her!
"MNNnnghhhhghghhhh!" I whined at a high pitch as the disgusting bask of semen shot up my spine.
The sensation, the disgusting sensation, from this dirty slovenly ex-con shooting cum all over my back. Invading my house, and now using my body like a sex toy. I had to hold back a loud whimper as I shivered in overstimulation. The feeling of my shirt leaking cum, pouring onto my sheets, and sticking the fabric to my back. Every slow violent thrust blasted rope after rope, gathering in greater mounds each time.
She kept her arms hugged around me as she growled like a rhino in my ear. Squeezing the air from my lungs as she crushed me against her.
"UUUGHN... UUGH... Fuh... ugh fuck..." She calmed down, still keeping her dick pressed to my back.
She panted and seethed, still keeping me locked to her.
"Oh fuck..." She laughed breathily, "Fuck yeah... fuckin' needed that..."
She gave me a thankful kiss on the top of my head, loud and wet. She breathed me in a second time.
"Fuckin' hot little piece of ass... godamn... can't wait for the real thing, you're lucky I jerked it earlier, else we'd have fucked 'til the sun rose... Can settle for this for now... thanks for that."
I was shivering, literally glued to her cock like I was dripping with boiling hot paste.
"N-no p-probl-lem..." I shuddered in discomfort.
"Mmh." She responded.
I felt her suddenly slack and begin to breathe heavily as she nestled. Her weight slumping on top of me in a thick sweaty blanket of muscle, nearly rolling on top of me as her arms clung tight. Every breath was a reminder of the sperm squishing against my back, it was soaking into my fucking skin!
"Uhm... c-could I m-move now... please..."
I heard a light raspy snore begin to emanate behind me as she almost crushed me into my own covers.
"H-hello?"
Snores... did she already fall asleep?
"A-Angela? You there?"
She mumbled something, then crushed her arms again, making me gasp a moment as it felt like two pythons constricting around me.
I tried to wriggle out, the hot load on my back squelching loudly, she responded by grunting, then possessively dragging me back into place like I was her comfort toy.
I wasn't going to be moving.
It reeked of her sweaty musk, and the bitter stench of cum and sex. It polluted me and my entire room in a dense smog of it. I swallowed, and did my best to fight past all the feelings inside me then. Confusion, shock, terror, and worst of all... a terrible arousal.
I'd never tell her this, as I looked down, and maybe it was the physical touch, but my dick was fully erect.
===
My eyes opened slowly. The morning sun shining through my blinds. I groaned to stretch and yawn but felt my arms unable to move.
I found myself going wide-eyed as it dawned on me that last night was in fact... not a dream.
Her arms and heavy body were truly comforting in the immense pressure, but it didn't really distinguish the fact that she dry humped me and ruined one of my favorite sleep shirts. In fact, as I moved, I felt... well I can't really describe it any other way than... crusty...
My shirt had absorbed the white mass, and it was glued to my naked back. On top of that, her cock, flaccid, was still pressed tightly against my spine, and her balls were resting against my exposed crack. My shirt had become a loose fabric, to a hard plank of dried cum overnight, it felt awful against my back.
Angela was still breathing into my hair, heavily asleep.
I struggled again, but it was the same result, yanking me back into her hot embrace. I felt like I was going to melt, like a hornet getting cooked alive by a hive of bees.
"Angela..." I groaned, "Please... wake up... I can barely breathe..."
"Mhn." She grunted suddenly, sighing as she began to remove her arms.
I let out a gasp of relief as I sprang from her grip and shot to my feet.
Her warm cock slipped out of my shirt, flopping onto the ruined covers beneath us. This entire room smelled of her, her musk, her sweat, and her cum. It soaked every surface, it didn't feel like my room anymore.
Like I was covered in ants, I wriggled and immediately began to rip the shirt off my head. I cringed as it literally pulled on my skin, having to separate the fabric from my back. So much cum had accrued and mounded up my back. It was honestly harder than it should have been.
I unstuck it slowly, like peeling a sticker off, and tossed the bed into the corner of the room like it was an infectious disease.
I stimmed for a moment, shuddering and shaking my wrists.
I looked over to see my sheets completely strewn, Angela on her back, limbs splayed across, dick resting on her thigh, mouth open breathing. Her muscular torso rising and falling. Were she not a perverted intruder, this would have been a better sight for me, she was admittedly attractive in an unconventional way, dick or not.
I sighed, angry at myself for not stopping her... I didn't want her to do that to me at all... right? No... no that sucked, my favorite shirt feels like a cum sock now...
I groaned and left my bedroom to go make breakfast.
===
Grabbing cereal from the cabinet, I quickly made myself a meal. I looked over at the coffee table, seeing everything out of place from her kicking her feet up. I know I'm trying to be patient, but her making herself at home is really starting to piss me off, I really need to lay it down for her.
I sat, still feeling the crust of her load on me, consuming cereal to take my mind off it as best as I could. I'd be taking a shower as soon as fucking possible.
Clearing my bowl, I heard stumbling inside my room.
It wasn't long before there was a loud yawn followed by thudding footsteps. The titan of a woman, her leaner figure wrapped in steel cables walking forwards completely naked, dick swinging between her legs.
I found myself staring a moment too long, snapping my gaze away from it.
"Morning." She grunted.
"Y-yeah..." I meekly averted my stare.
She walked past me, I heard rummaging behind me.
I turned to see her bending and squatting, looking through my cabinets for something. I couldn't help but stare at her toned butt. It was big, not wide, but there was such a compound of muscles in each cheek that it looked massive. Her breasts were only just bigger than her waistline, she kept a pretty skinnier frame rather than extremely broad, that doesn't mean she was shaped like a twig however. If anything the musculature added curve and width to an already lean body type. Stacked head to toe in raw power, looking like a super heroine.
Her asscheeks were shaped like diamonds, instead of fatty and spherical. Her ass jutting, the fat at the end of her massive cheeks hanging off with gravity, bouncing slightly when she walked.
As she squatted and bent, I had to catch myself from gazing too long.
"What do you need?"
"Got any fuckin' pancake mix or something? I haven't had diner food in five years, could do with something with syrup on it."
"Uh, no, no all I have is eggs and cereal... toast too if you want..."
She groaned in disappointment.
"You're not some health freak right? You're not gonna be able to keep that ass fat enough for me if you don't eat."
"I... no, I just haven't had the need to make pancakes in forever..."
She walked over to her duffle, zipped it open, and took out 100 bucks.
She stomped back to me and smacked it in front of me.
"Here. Go and buy some. Grab some beer too."
"Uhm... I have work... and I think you said you were leaving soon, right?"
"Yeah. Doesn't mean we can't kick it for a while, fool around some more before you go."
"Well... actually it sorta does-"
"-Here."
She leaned back, her cock furiously erect, twitching right across my vision. It was parallel to my eyeline, letting me witness its full length and girth.
"Get rid of this for me. My morning wood is crazy right now."
She put her hands on her hips, using her mind to let it throb and bounce right in front of me. I found myself caught in that hypnotic snare, her cock's powerful musk, its dominant shape, its unfortunate beauty, it made me freeze up.
"Come on. I bet you've sucked cock before, lets get physical before you go babe. Wanna see those lips work my load out real quick. I can tell you've swallowed nut before."
Her hand went to the back of my head, beginning to move her dick and aim it right at my face.
I snapped into consciousness, breaking the spell as the intoxicating musk went right up my senses. I saw it throb towards me, its impending size and terror staring me in the face. Feeling the warmth of it began to tickle my skin.
"Use both hands too, eye contact as well, wanna see you swallow it down there..." She groaned huskily.
I jerked out of her grip.
"I need to shower! I'll grab your stuff after!"
I got up and ran to the bathroom. Not looking back.
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