Apartment 303 – Chapter 9: Why Am I Not Surprised [MF]

*Author’s Note: Poor Kelly just needs to cum. Will he get to? Let’s find out. Please visit* r/KellyBoomErotica *for previous chapters, other stories, and naughty material. Enjoy and as always DMmeYOURpussies.*

**- Chapter 9: Why Am I Not Surprised -**

“Come on, you know you want to!” Tracy chided me. “It’s a great way to start your day.”

“Ugh, fine,” I agreed. Tracy clapped her hands in excitement.

I woke up early. Not for any particular reason, my body was just ready to go. Planning to read on the couch, book in hand, I walked into the living room at the same time Tracy did. As usual, she was wearing jogging attire, but was yet to be coated in sweat. I off-handedly made a comment about getting into an exercise habit like her which turned into Tracy inviting me, then goading me into joining her for a run.

As we jogged slowly, warming up our legs, Tracy told me she had an interview at noon and was very nervous. I commented that a job interview on a Sunday was bizarre, to which she explained it was for an internship and the executive director only available this weekend. Tracy steadily picked up the pace and before long I told her to go ahead. She needed to release all her nervous energy and I was slowing her down. “Okay,” she consented, “but you have to run all the way to the top of the mosaic stairs at the end of this street.” I nodded in agreement, already breathing heavily. “Promise me!” she yelled as her long legs quickly left me in the dust. I cursed the entire time but I ran the whole way up the stairs, then shadow boxed while singing “Eye of the Tiger”. A half block from the apartment Tracy caught up to me, slapping me on my ass. Who knows how far she had run. I swore to her I ran the whole way and she earnestly praised me, giving me an ego boost for my accomplishment.

The apartment was empty when we got back. *How is it that I’m always alone with one roommate at a time?* Tracy gave me the option, “You want to shower first or make breakfast?”

For a second I thought she was implying we shower together. At that point, any of my roommates casually asking me to shower with them seemed par for the course. Not making any assumptions though I flatly responded, “Shower first.”

“Cool with me. You want scrambled eggs and toast?” I nodded okay.

Tracy was finishing the last bites of her breakfast when I emerged from my room, clean and dressed. “Sorry, I didn’t wait for you. Gotta get ready.”

She still had three hours until her interview, but I understood her anxiousness. “No worries, I’ll clean up the dishes.”

“Thanks boo,” she said before shoving a final bite into her mouth and pushing away from the table in one motion. On her way to the bathroom she turned around and asked, “Would you mind doing a mock interview with me after I shower?”

“Of course! No problem,” I answered. She backed her way down the hallway silently bowing in appreciation.

Tracy popped her head into my room. Her long, curly hair was quite voluminous after blow drying it. “Hey, you want to do this?” she asked with sympathetic eyes.

I closed my book, putting it on the bedside table, “Yes, I’m happy to help. You want to do it at the kitchen table?”

“Can we do it here? I’ll be more relaxed.”

“Whatever you want.” She stepped into my room wearing just a loose fitting tee shirt and basketball shorts. “Eh, that’s not what you’re wearing to the interview, right?” raising my eyebrow in judgment.

Tracy plopped down at the end of my bed, her unrestrained breasts jiggling under her shirt, then put one foot up on the bed exactly how she’d done last weekend. “My suit is laid out on my bed. I don’t want it to wrinkle.”

“Smart,” I admitted while sitting up straight. “So, tell me about the internship.” Tracy passionately described the non profit, how they were a champion of women’s rights and also fighting against discrimination in voting laws and gerrymandering. She expertly described the role the intern would serve within the organization and how it was perfect for her. She was animated and enthusiastic, making strong eye contact. It was easy to assess how much background information she’d gathered and how fervently she wanted the job. She talked for about fifteen minutes straight before I cut in, “Tracy, you’re already very well prepared!” Tracy beamed and I continued, “Do you still want me to conduct a mock interview?”

Tracy’s expression immediately shifted to uneasiness. “Yeah, I guess so. I know my shit, I just get so nervous during formal interviews.”

I nodded in understanding, “Well, maybe this will help.” I sat up straighter, putting on an air of professionalism. I cleared my throat and began with a question I’d heard in many interviews, “Tracy, how do you see yourself fitting into this role?” She’d just explained that exact answer to me, so I thought it would ease her into the mock interview process.

Tracy brought her other foot off the ground and sat cross-legged facing me. Her loose fitting shorts opened and I spied the side of her vagina. A strong pump of blood went to my dick and I shifted my hips slightly. Tracy seemed oblivious to her exposure or my slight arousal as she began answering my question. This time, her response was disjointed and her body language lacked confidence. When she concluded, she bristled, “Ugh, see what I mean? I crumble under pressure.”

“Yeah,” I admitted. “You described it so well the first time, but that was not as crisp. You just need to relax. Be yourself, not an interviewee.”

“Ugh, I know,” arching her back and staring at the ceiling. Her shirt pressed tight against her chest, her nipples poking into the thin cotton. “My nerves are just tied in knots.” Her head came forward and I shot my eyes up from ogling her tits to meet her gaze. I could see the light bulb go off in her head as her pupils dilated. “I have an idea,” she stated matter-of-factly.

Feeling on edge having been caught, my words came stumbling out, “W- what’d you have in mind?”

“Kelly,” her voice thick with persuasion. “Please get me off.” *Erotic torturer number three has entered the chat.*

“I eh, I don’t know Tracy…” Even after everything that had happened with my roommates, and my self realization that I should enjoy those experiences, no guilt necessary, I wanted some boundaries. And Tracy was the last roommate option for ceasing any further sexual activities.

She pleaded hard, “Pleeeeaaasse Kelly! It’s strictly professional. Just to help me relax and ace the interview.” For the second time that day she said, “Come on, you know you want to!”

*That’s it, I can’t take it anymore. I have to confess.* “Tracy, I don’t think that’s a good idea. I already have something going on…”

She cut me off, her tone direct, “Don’t think about it. There’s no need to feel awkward or guilty about *anything*.” She pulled her knees up, feet planted wide, and moved the little amount of fabric covering her pussy to the side. I gulped as my mouth began to water. My eyes locked onto her smooth black outer lips, not a hair in sight. Her outer labia slowly began to open revealing her dark pink inner lips. Using her other hand she spread her pussy lips apart with two fingers. There was no request in her words, just facts, “Kelly, let me fuck your face until I cum.”

Any previous concerns I had vanished and confidently stated, “That looks tasty.” In one quick motion Tracy bound off the end of the bed, grabbed my feet, and dragged my body flat. “Whoa!” is all I could muster.

“I don’t have much time,” she declared as she ripped her clothes off. She crawled over me, her tits jiggling, but were firm enough to not sag. She had large areolas, their dark color matching the color of her labia. She continued up the bed, gripped the headboard, and planted her feet above my shoulders. As she slowly squatted herself down onto my face I inhaled her mild, musky scent. It wasn’t as sweet smelling as the other roommates’, but was just as appealing. I latched my hands onto her meaty ass and pulled her mound onto my waiting mouth. I used my strong grip to slide her pussy back and forth along my face, stopping ever so often to suck on her clit or drive my tongue inside her. As her moaning amplified she started taking control. She shifted her hips forward positioning her ass over my mouth and rocked her tight hole across my flat tongue while moaning, “Yes, eat my ass!” Her motions stopped when I stiffened my tongue and pushed it into her asshole. “Mmmm, tongue fuck my ass!” she hissed as she pumped her hips, my tongue pinched between her tight ring of muscles. Another shift of her hips popped my tongue out. “I’m close. Suck on my clit,” she commanded. I found her clit with my tongue and sucked it between my lips. Her hips gyrated in quick, sharp thrusts. The headboard rapidly banged against the wall. Spit and pussy juice covered my face. When her orgasm came she pinned my head down onto the bed so hard I couldn’t breathe, her body quaking. She wasn’t saying words, just moaning noises of ecstasy. Her cum gushed out and streamed down my chin.

She rolled off to the side of my head after the crash of her orgasm ebbed. I gulped in a lungful of air. Neither of us moved or spoke for a minute, just frozen in place catching our breath. She finally broke the silence, “Poor baby, look how hard you are.” She leaned forward and rubbed my cock over my pants. “I’m glad eating pussy gets you this turned on.”

“Making girls cum is almost as good as cumming myself. Wanna finish me off?”

“Mmm, so bad baby, but I don’t have time.”

*Fucking A! Third time in three days. Why am I not surprised?* “Please, it won’t take long,” I begged.

“You’ve been so good you deserve to bust.” *Thank the gods!* She grabbed my shirt, hoisting it over my head as I sat up. She pushed me back down while climbing over me then yanked my pants off. My cock sprang out, making a thwapping sound when it slapped back onto my stomach. I interlocked my fingers behind my head, waiting for Tracy to climb back on and finish me off, but she stood at my feet and said, “Start jacking off. I’ll be right back.”

Heavy footsteps of her running back and forth to her room echoed through the apartment. Her clothes and heels in her hands when she returned. My hand paused it’s slow stroking and I opened my mouth to speak, but Tracy cut in first. “Keep jerking while I get dressed.” Slight annoyance flashed across my mind, but I was so horny and in need of release so bad that I pushed past the disappointment and resumed stroking. Tracy stepped into and slid her new purple g-string panties up into place. “Mmm, I like watching you caress your hard cock.” She threaded her arms into the matching bra. “Yes, baby. Squeeze it tight and speed up.” Her eyes were glued onto my motions. Somehow I found it erotic watching her get dressed while she watched me masturbate. She pulled on and buttoned her pants while demanding, “Faster!” She slipped her blouse over her head. “Cum for me baby! Cum all over your chest!” I jerked hard and fast, then gripped my cock tight. “Mmm, please show me your cum baby!”

My vision went white. A hot, tingling sensation surged up and down my body. My hips thrust up. I grunted loud and released all my weekend’s worth of sexual frustration out. “Oh fuck yes!” Tracy screamed. Blast after blast of hot cum shot onto my body. I kept stroking until my balls were completely drained. Finally, I sank back onto the bed, my mind and body in a euphoric state. “That’s so fucking hot,” Tracy said. She walked over, now fully dressed, to the side of the bed, leaned over and slurped some cum off me while holding her hair back. “Yum! Thanks baby. I’ll call you after my interview. Wish me luck!” She gathered more cum on her finger and sucked on it as she walked out of my room.

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