My Roommate's Secret Fantasy

It was the first time I laid eyes on her, my new roommate. Her fiery red hair fell gracefully over her shoulders, contrasting sharply with the pale tone of her skin. She had a seductive smile and an attractive personality to match. From the moment she stepped into our shared space, I knew that there was something about her that was both intriguing and mysterious.

But she had requested strict privacy, being a bit of a recluse and keeping to herself. I respected her boundaries, keeping our interactions brief and polite, never pushing for more. I couldn't help but notice her vibrant personality and the way her eyes would light up when she spoke about her passions. I learned that she loved art, music, and literature, and I found myself drawn into many conversations with her, captivated by her intellect and wit.

I came home one afternoon to an unexpected surprise. As I opened the door, a slow, sultry melody filled the air, coming from the direction of my roommate's room. Intrigued, I walked closer, and through the slightly ajar door, I saw her. My heart skipped a beat at the sight. She was standing in the center of the room, her back facing me, surrounded by candlelight. The flickering flames cast a seductive glow on her already radiant skin.

She began to dance, her body moving sinuously to the music. Her hands glided sensually over her curves. My eyes were transfixed on her every move, unable to look away.

As the song reached its climax, so too did her dance. Her hands slipped beneath the thin fabric of her dress, caressing the ample curves of her hips and thighs. The material slipped seductively down her body, revealing her bare skin. My breath caught in my throat at the sight of her naked. She turned slightly, offering me a glimpse of her perked, red-hued nipples and the full, plump lips of her pussy.

She must have sensed my presence as she suddenly turned, her eyes locking onto mine. A daring smile played on her lips, and she invited me in with a simple yet erotic whisper. "Join me."

My heart was pounding as I stepped into the room, closing the door behind me. The space was filled with the sweet scent of candle wax. She resumed her dance, her eyes never leaving mine, and I felt myself growing hard under the intense gaze of her stare.

She moved closer, her hands reaching out to undo my pants, the fabric brushing against my lengthened cock. A low growl of appreciation rumbled in her throat as her warm hands enveloped me. She stroked me slowly, her gentle touch sending shivers down my spine. "I've wanted this for so long," she confessed, her voice a husky whisper. "You're so big..."

I was lost in the moment, the sensual overload reeling my senses. Her words, her touch, the sight of her body—it was all too much. I felt myself on the edge of explosion, and yet, she slowed, her movements becoming softer, teasing. She pulled away slightly, her hands trailing up my chest and arms, leading me to the bed.

"Please," I managed to utter, my voice rough with desire.

She smiled, her fingers tracing my lips as if to silence me, and then she leaned in for a kiss. She tasted like honey and spice, and I couldn't help but groan into her mouth. She broke the kiss, her eyes flicking playfully, and then she spoke in a low, enticing tone. "I have a little secret I've been keeping from you..."

My curiosity was piqued, but she didn't keep me waiting long. She reached behind her, grabbing a blindfold from the bedside table. With a devious smile, she gently tied it around my eyes, immersing me in erotic uncertainty. 

The bed sank as she sat down, and I felt the warmth of her body against mine. Her hands continued their exploration, trailing up and down my chest while her lips brushed against my neck. I could hear her playful moans and the wetness of her kisses as she trailed them along my jawline.

"You're so sexy," she whispered, her hot breath against my ear sending a shudder through my body. "I've imagined this so many times... having you here, right next to me."

My hands yearned to touch her, to feel her skin against mine, but the blindfold kept me in sensory deprivation, heightening my other senses. I could smell the sweetness of her perfume the musky aroma of desire, and it only made me harder. Her lips returned to mine, while her hands found their way to my pants, expertly undoing the button and zipper.

The fabric slipped off, and her warm, soft hands enclosed around my hardening member. She stroked me slowly, massaging and coaxing, while her lips and tongue continued their assault on my senses. I couldn't help but moan, the pleasure building with each moment.

"Tell me what you want," she purred, her breath hot against my ear.

"You," I breathed, my voice rough and full of need. "I want all of you."

I craved to see her, to behold the passion on her face. My hands roamed over her body, feeling the contours of her curves, the softness of her skin, and the rigid peaks of her nipples. I let my fingers trail down her stomach, towards the lushness between her legs.

She hissed as my fingers brushed against her folds, and I felt the wetness that awaited me. She was so wet, and the musky scent of her desire filled my nostrils. Gently, I parted her lips, and my fingers found her aching clit. She bucked against my touch, moaning incoherently.

"Oh God, you're so wet," I groaned, my fingers working expertly to satisfy her.

"Yes... don't stop," she begged, her hips moving in time with my fingers.

I increased the pace, adding a second finger, watching her reaction with my other senses. Her breathing grew heavier, her hips more urgent, and I knew she was close.

I felt the vibrato of her moans against my ear, and the sounds only intensified as I brought her to the brink of orgasm. Her muscles contracted around my fingers, and she cried out in ecstasy.

She removed the blindfold, and the sight of her flushed face, glistening with perspiration, only added to the allure. Her eyes were wild with satisfaction, and a devious smile played on her lips. She leaned in and whispered, "That's the first time I've ever cum from just your fingers."

I couldn't help but smirk, feeling a sense of pride and arousal wash over me. She grasped my erection, the sight of my throbbing member seemingly fuelling her own desire. With a naughty glint in her eye, she guided me to her entrance, the tip of my cock resting against her moist lips.

"Do you want me?" she purred, her hands running seductively along my chest. "Because I so badly want you."

I nodded, unable to speak, my breath caught in my throat. She slowly lowered herself onto me, the sensation of being enclosed by her tight warmth almost overwhelming. She rode me slowly at first, her eyes locked with mine, a look of intense satisfaction on her face. The sight of her fiery red hair bouncing as she moved was almost too much, and I felt myself getting lost in the moment.

"Faster," I managed to pant, unable to contain my building excitement.

The bed began to creak in time with her movements, and the room filled with the sounds of our moans and the slapping of skin. I reached up and cupped her tits, feeling the rigidity of her nipples as she bounced on my cock.

"Oh yes... right there," she moaned, her eyes rolling back in ecstasy.

I felt the tightening in my loins, warning me of my impending release. She seemed to sense my building climax, and with a mischievous smile, she slowed her movements, keeping me on the edge.

"Please," I begged, my voice strained. "I need to finish."

She leaned in close, her breath hot against my ear. "Then make me cum again," she whispered playfully.

The challenge ignited a spark of determination within me. I reversed their positions, lifting her onto her back and assuming control. I began a slow, deliberate pace, enjoying the sight of my cock disappearing into her pussy. Her breasts bounced with each thrust, and I reached forward to pinch and pull on her nipples, eliciting a series of lustful moans.

"Harder," she urged, her hands gripping my ass, urging me on.

I obliged her request, increasing the intensity of my movements. The bed creaked in protest, and the room echoed with the slapping of flesh against flesh.

As I felt the climax building, she wrapped her legs around me, locking me in for the ride. Her eyes rolled back, and she dug her nails into my back, a sure sign of her impending orgasm. I thrust one last time, and we crossed the peak together.

I gently removed myself and rolled onto my back, feeling the satisfying exhaustion wash over me. She propped herself up on one elbow, a satisfied smile gracing her lips, and I couldn't help but return the gesture.

"That was quite the surprise," I managed to say, catching my breath.

I reached out, running my fingers through her fiery locks, feeling the intensity of our connection.

"We should definitely make this a regular thing," I suggested a hint of mischief in my voice.

She laughed, a rich, soulful sound that echoed in the room. "Only if you can keep up with me, roomie."

And in that moment, I realized I’d just struck a deal with the devil—one I knew I’d savor every second of.