I had been living on my own for about two years. In the day as Bob and at night as Victoria B. I loved it and was becoming more Vicky than Vic if you know what I mean. My breasts had started to respond to the treatment I was giving them, my bedroom was lovely and all the make up and clothes a girl could wish for were sometimes tidy and sometimes in a real mess. I loved it, coming home on friday from work. Pour a gin and tonic, slip into some nice gown whilst I ran my perfumed bath. Soak, shave oil, lounge in my nice pajamas do my nails watch some good chat show, heaven heavan before the slog of the weekends dancing and fornicating mostly with women who loved pretty girls with a bit extra lovin inside them. I was 24 years old 5 7 slim with shoulder lengh blonde boyish hair and was becoming the fun kind of girl I wanted to be. But I was having problems finincially.
The room mate situation was this: I needed the money especially as I was buying clothes for myself and Victoria B and she was expensive, from her choice of lingerie, her Yoga lessons to her haircuts. I was desperate for someone to pick up half the rent,So I placed an add and got a flat mate and I chose the first good looking guy who responded to my ad. His name was Peter and he worked in a warehouse near my end of town. He was 27 years old 6 foot 4, dark eyes and dark looks, and pretty good looking, part Italian, big sensuous lips, stubbly face and a muscled body that was slightly thick around the middle. He wore a gold chain over his white t-shirt. We got along okay the first week. I had hidden most ofmy stuff in a suitecase and the rest I told him was my ex girlfriends.
We tried to have some man chats but he didnt want to talk about womens fashion, we watched a few movies but he always went for war films and I wanted sex in the city and I tried to watch games of soccer he was a Manchester Utd fan and me I supported any good looking guy on the pitch sometimes everyone of them which got confusing when one of the teams scored. Then gradually he began to take over the place. It started with things like putting his posters on the wall and watching ESPN all the time. It progressed to him lying around on the couch all day while dishes piled up on the coffee table and the bathroom got unforgivably dirty. The place was turning into a guys pad. When he left for work in the early nmorning I would skip around foir the hour before I had to get to the office. I would put on my cleaning mini dress and just add a trace of make up. Then would love cleaning and getting my place tidy with Girls aloud or some thing light. But I missed Vicky so much. At one point when I had a morning off I got fully dressed and went out to Asdas loving it.On my return home after ork I had noticed how I left some pics of Vicky and one ex boy friend out. It was us naked in bed in the Brighton hotel. I had also left my handbag, with my womans ID's etc inside it along with some new cloths and heels from ebay picked up from the post office that I had been desparate to slip into. But as it was early in the evening when I returned and Peter was not at home yet I thought nothing of it but tidied them away.As for Peter mmmmm I much resented his laziness,but I couldn?t help but lust after this hot guy. I lived for the times when he came home from work all sweaty, leaving his bedroom door open a crack so I could sneak a peak while he stripped off his work clothes. He would come out in a pair of mesh shorts and a tight t-shirt and Id watch the firm mounds of his ass as he strode down the hall. I'd lie in my double perfumed bed at night dreaming of being his girl. But how could I attract him when I couldn't wear what I thought was needed to turn him on. Worst of all my legs were begining to get stubbly, my face cream was needed at night my nails were not good.
The down side was he was at best untidy and at worst a nightmare in a house. After a month of essentially being his secret cleaning lady, I decided to confront him about his mess. He was planted on the couch in his usual position, drinking beer and watching the tube. I sat across from him, he grunted hello but otherwise took no notice of me.' We need to talk', I said. ' About what?' . 'You sound like a woman', he grinned. 'You're not pulling your weight around here.' I retorted hands n my hips, 'Whatever, bro. or should I say sister', he said laughing, 'Don't be so uptight'. I screamed back, ' Uptight, Ive done your dishes for the past three weeks! You leave all of your shit lying around and I have to pick it up.' I didn't respond to the sister bit-I do look a bit pretty boy fem even in my male stuff '; 'So what ' he said, and turned back to the TV. I was speechless and incredibly pissed, but it didnt stop me from noticing the outline of his cock and how it lay along his thick, hairy thigh. I'm not sure if he noticed me looking, but his hand went down to his crotch and he started massaging his dick. He was looking right at me. 'Let me ask you a question', he said. 'Do you think you're pulling your weight around here Vicky darling?' W-what do you mean ? Peter rubbed his palm along his shaft. It was obviously thicker. 'I mean, I could use someone to take care of my needs. You know what I'm saying?' I kept staring, he kept fondling and watching me stare at him. Then, slowly, he pulled down the waistband of his shorts. Out popped a fat, hairy dick which was just as big and horny as I'd imagined it to be. It pulsed, bobbed and throbbed against his stomach.I now assumed that he knew I was a t'girl so my secret was out but I never thought he was anything less than straight. And even if he wasn?t 100% hetero, it was fast becoming obvious that he was at least a little bit freaky. An eternity passed as I stared at his handsome pole, which jerked with his pulse and seemed to beckon me closer. Peter took off his shorts completely, releasing his heavy, sagging nuts, and sat upright. 'Get the fuck over here', he said. 'You know you want to' . In a daze, I did something I never do in my mens cloths I minced over and knelt down before him. Peter looked down at me, a slight but satisfied smile on his face. Reaching forward, I went to take his cock in my hand, but Peter pushed my hand away. 'Not before you make yourself prett'y 'I am not gay' he said, he stood up and went to get some cloths out of my "ex girlfriends (my) wardrobe" and returned with my short mini dress, panties, mesh stockings, black bra, heels and make up bag. He tossed them across to me- put these on quick, Vicky then pasing me the make up bag and do your lips, .
I ran into my room dressed and made myself up quickly, spaying Chanal 5 as I went especially on my panties and cleavage, returning I saw he lay spawled watching football his cock lieing semi erect. 'mmm' he said 'you pretty thing'.."Hi my bitch" he said, you look great come here at once, I started by going down on his balls, lapping up each heavy orb before taking his whole sac into my mouth. Peter spread his legs and laid back, letting out his breath. Thats right, eat my fuckin balls. The scent of masculine sweat rose off of him. I ran my tongue up his salty shaft and wrapped my lips around the plump head of his pecker. Peter moaned. He put his hand on the back of my head, firmly pushing my face down on his dick. More of his cock slid past my lips until my nose was nestled in his damp pubes. I contracted my throat around it, feeling it pulse and harden. His hand stroked or slapped my arse, I was in love.I bobbed my head up and down on his dick, taking in the deep, pungent smells emanating from his crotch. Peter kept his hand on my head, urging me along as I chugged his cock in and out of my mouth. He was as hard as can be, and my own dicklet was in the same state. I took it out and stroked myself while I blew him.I don't know how long I sucked on that dick, but it felt like hours. Peter just laid back and watched me go to town; he didn't seem to be in any hurry to cum, and I was in no hurry to finish. Peter had finally demanded the kind of servicing that I could really enjoy.I lapped up under his balls and licked down his taint. Peter gasped, raising his ass slightly to give me better access. Peter's breathing got fast and shallow. Peter moaned earnestly, his whole body quivering, his rock-hard cock still pulsing against his stomach.I alternated between lapping at his ass and swallowing his dick. Peter was beside himself, he seemed like he was in awe of how good I could make him feel. It gave me a weird sense of power of him, even though I'd clearly given him control of the situation. He touched my nipples it was electric and brought his cock against them.When I let up to catch my breath, Peter looked down at my raging hard cocklet sticking out from the side of my panties. He took his own dick in his hand and stroked it slowly. I wanna fuck your girl ass now Vicky', he said, standing up from the couch. His dick lolled out in front of him. 'You want this big cock inside you?' I answered by getting up on the couch lifting my skirt and spreading my ass for him. There was nothing I wanted more right then than to get fucked by this guy. My ass was hungry for his dick. Peter pulled aside my panties put his hands on my smooth cheeks and spread them apart. I've got a nice butt it might be my best asset - and I could tell Peter was getting off on my smooth, pink hole by the way he licked his finger and rubbed it into me.Peter lined his hips up with mine and pressed his cock head against my hole, mashing it around and getting it slick with his pre-come. He took his spit-slicked finger and slid it inside me, opening my ass wide. I gasped, but I quickly got used to the feeling. Peter was relentless, his finger pumped in and out of my hungry ass with no mercy. I sensed I'd better get myself ready for a rough fuck. My roommate wanted to use my ass to get off, and to him, my pleasure was secondary.He must have slicked up his dick pretty well because I was surprised at how easily he entered me. I yelled out from the shock of it but Peter never let up. He just kept feeding me that fat cock until his hips were pressed against mine, the full length of his cock buried inside. Then he drew back out and began to fuck, riding in and out of me like I was a blow-up doll or something. 'Good girl' he said, I was loving it, and I bucked back to meet his rude, insistent humping. Peter spanked my ass as his balls slapped my balls rhythmically.
'Nice, tight ass, your very pretty' he grunted, solely focused on the feelings my ass was giving to his prick. He just held on to it and fucked away, working me over while my own unattended hard-on whapped against my stomach with each thrust. This was what I had wanted all along, I realized. To be used by him. All that anger was being channeled into pure lust. I imagined the scenarios in which I wanted to put him ? to have him sit on my face while he watched TV; to have him bend me over the sink and fuck me while I did his dishes. Anything, so long as he kept feeding me that beautiful dick.He sat on the couch and pulled me on top of him, and I rode him like a horse on a carousel. He literally held me in his hands, bouncing me up and down on his dick while he looked me in the eyes. A look came into his eyes that I'd never seen before. He brought his handsome face closer to mine and enthusiastically kissed me, our tongues writhing against each other, our energies intensifying and intermingling.I think it had gotten deeper than either of us had realized, and Peter snapped back into reality like he?'d just realized what he was doing.
He smiled at me, then lifted me up and tossed me back on to the couch. He threw my legs over his shoulders and rammed his cock right back inside.He fucked me intensely, going faster and harder, and from his breathing I could tell he was getting close. 'I'm gonna blow in you baby', he growled. I pushed back to let him know that's what I wanted.With a final loud grunt, he shoved his rod all the way inside of me and started to unload. His guttural moans filled the room as he blew his jizz into me, his rod pulsing with each hot shot. When he was done he pulled out and collapsed back on the couch. You gotta towel? he said. Before I could answer, I looked down and realized I had lost my load all over my stomach. I hadnt realized it, I hadnt even been touching myself. 'We dont need one darling' I answered, and I proceeded to lick clean his dick and finger lick my stomach, in that order. From then on it became clear that my new job as Peter's bitch was to take care of his dick whenever he wanted, which was usually every day after he came home from work. So that is the new roommate situation. I'd be lying if I said it didn't bother me sometimes. His instructions were clear, my new name was Victoria I had to have a very smooth body, nice make up, perfume, nice sexy secretary cloths and his tea on the table. It was heaven. Ill come home to a mess of an apartment and loads of come-covered laundry to do, and I swear Ill never do it again. But then Peter comes home with a sheen of sweat covering his body and a look in his eye that says he plans on fucking me all night. By one am I've got two of his loads in my stomach, Peter's pushing me against the wall getting ready to give me a third, and all of the animosity I held toward him is long, long forgotten. I mean, can you really blame me?
Miss Victoria B Miller
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