His New Roommate… Part 1 [M/F, Femdom, SPH]

**I.**

Lately, it seemed like nothing was as easy as it should be.

But Eric still tried, as best as he could.

When his roommate picked up and moved out over the span of a weekend after unceremoniously getting kicked out of university for cheating, Eric figured that was just part of living in student housing off campus and decided to make the best of it.

He’d spent a long Friday night picking up after his errant, messy roommate, and putting the place to rights. It wasn’t easy, and Eric had never been especially athletically inclined, so more often than not he’d found himself having to sit on the floor and catch his breath.

He’d figured it was worth it, though–for Sadie. They’d been dating five years and things hadn’t been right for the past few months. Eric tried as hard as he could, but Sadie said he never took initiative, she never wanted to kiss him in public or even hold his hand, and their intimate life had been… Well, kind of lackluster. When it existed at all.

So, once the apartment had been picked up, and cleaned up–Sadie hated a mess–he set about making it romantic. Eric had gone out and bought those small tea light candles he knew she liked, and roses to scatter petals across the floor leading into the bedroom. He’d booked reservations at a hot new restaurant on main street, Tryst, that he knew she wanted to try.

But she wouldn’t even kiss him after dinner, and there they were, now: in bed, the tea lights glowing softly in Eric’s peripheral vision as he kissed his way slowly, softly down her body, following the soft plane of her flat tummy down towards her waistband. Sadie didn’t make a sound when he got to her panties, hooking his thumbs in them and starting to draw them down, but Eric was already hard, feeling himself pressed painfully against his tight boxer-briefs, already feeling the cold prickle of nerves at how turned on he was.

“Can we actually just…” Sadie started, her soft pink lips working around words she couldn’t find. She propped herself up on her elbow, her long, black hair spilling down across her shoulders, looking down at him with pale green eyes. “Move to the next part? I’m tired and, you know,” she said.

“Oh, yeah,” Eric mumbled quickly, his heart hammering faster in his chest so he could hear the rush of it in his ears. He’d planned to build up to that moment, maybe to go down on her, make her cum before they started. Well, that was okay. It was fine. Confidence was important.

Eric got up on his knees, pushing down his pants and boxers as he climbed onto her, felt the warmth of her lean body, the way it still made him tremble to touch her. He coasted a hand up the soft curve of her hip, sliding it under her shirt to brush his palm across the soft swell of her breast as he rocked his hips against her, teasing her pussy with the head of his cock, feeling the way he ached to be inside of her.

The room was quiet except for the sound of his breathing, coming heavier now, his eyes fixed on Sadie’s, hers looking away.

“Are you soft?” Sadie asked, voice sharp with accuration, sliding her hand between her legs to feel him, taking his cock in hand and feeling the way he trembled at her touch, his small cock pulsing hot in her hand, his hips instinctively moving to thrust into her touch. It had been at least two weeks since the last time they’d been together, and his body was tight with want. “Oh,” she said, disappointment dripping from her voice. “Well, put it in, I guess.”

“Nn–” Eric whimpered more than moaned when her hand moved away from him, his hips bucking, having to bite against his cheek to stop himself from cumming so soon. She’d be more than pissed at him if he did that again. Propped over her, feeling her soft body underneath him, her pussy hot against the short length of his cock, he took a long, deep breath to try to steady himself against the pressure of his orgasm.

“Well?” Sadie asked.

It was all Eric could do to nod. It wouldn’t do to keep her waiting any longer–he was sure he could do it this time. He’d make her feel good. The lighting, the flowers, the romance… “I love you, Sadie,” Eric said, his voice barely above a whisper as he slid his cock inside of her, felt the warmth of his pussy across the slight length of his cock.

As soon as he’d pushed himself into her, he froze rigid above her, sucking in a sharp breath against the pulse of his orgasm, willing it back down as he felt himself start to shake. Sadie laid underneath him, a fixed point he thrust into, her head turned away from him and her eyes fixed on some distant point.

“Are you going to–” she started.

The slight shift of her body underneath him, the sound of her voice… Eric grunted, feeling himself teetering at the edge before being pushed over as his hips rocked into her, as he lost himself to his pleasure and came–hard. “S-aadie,” he whined her name, eyes screwed shut tight, pushing his small cock as deep inside of her as he could as he felt his body shake, as he came, squirting thick, hot cum into her pussy. “You feel so good, nn–ahhh!”

The world faded to black as waves of pleasure crashed over Eric, his breath hitched, his weak muscles trembling with the work of keeping him up as he emptied himself for her.

“Really?” Sadie’s voice was like a slap in the face, bringing him back to the present, thrusting him away from his pleasure and back to reality. Eric opened his eyes as she moved from underneath him, his soft, deflated cock slipping out of her, shining wet with his own sticky cum. Sadie pushed against him, giving herself room to sit up, staring at him sharply in the half-light of the room.

“I’m sorry, I…” Eric started, trailing off, his thoughts still jumbled in his head.

“All of this, and you couldn’t even last what, ten seconds?” Sadie asked, gesturing around the room, her eyes never leaving him, brows raised in an accusatory barb. “It’s kind of pathetic, Eric. I thought by this point, you’d have maybe learned how to get me off.”

“I tried, I just thought–Well, maybe if we could use toys, or–”

“Are you really that lazy?” she shot back, rolling her eyes before she wiggled away from him and fished out her panties, balled up on the bed, and pulled them on. Before he could even answer, she was out of bed and pulling on her jeans. “What a waste. You know, I can barely even feel you when we have sex, first of all, and then you go and do that… It’s like, the only time I can tell we’re even having sex is when you cum and I have to clean up the mess.”

“We could try again?” Eric asked, shifting, struggling to get out of bed quickly, aware of how ridiculous he must have looked in just a shirt, his cock, still soft, wet with his own cum. “Please don’t go, I thought you could stay the night and… it’d be nice.”

“Why, so I can wait an hour for you to be able to get hard again just to be disappointed? I should just go,” Sadie said, pulling her hair up into a ponytail with an artful kind of grace. She was already at the door by the time she’d finished talking, making Eric trail behind her in the soft glow of the tea lights, wandering through the mostly emptied apartment. “Good night, Eric.”

“Sadie–” Eric started, but she already had the door open, her purse in her hand. She looked back across her shoulder at him, a cold look in her eyes, the sky barely shifting from warm reds to the black of night behind her. “Good night…” he said, not knowing what else to say.

Sadie rolled her eyes again. “Figures,” she mumbled, and slammed the door behind her.

Leaving Eric to clean up the mess he’d made.

**II.**

That night, Eric drank an entire bottle of wine–the expensive one that they were supposed to share–by himself and fell asleep tangled in his bedsheets. He’d texted Sadie more than a few times, but she hadn’t bothered to respond. Sometimes she didn’t, after things went… south, like that. It took a few days for her to come back around.

The next morning, he woke to a happy kind of rapping at the door. His heart jumped at the thought it might be Sadie–but no. It was one of those knocks that good natured people all had, a kind of loud melody repeating. Not Sadie. It kept going until he dragged himself out of bed, his dark hair messy and eyes bleary around last night’s wine headache.

“Coming,” he groaned, rubbing his face as he made his way to the door, still wearing last night’s oversized black shirt and boxer briefs, his scrawny legs and arms a pale, bright white in contrast. He knew he must look like a complete mess, but really, who cared? It was probably just some package from Amazon. No one really came to visit him, other than Sadie.

The banging at the door started again, and Eric opened the door, blinking as his eyes adjusted to… The sight of someone’s bare midsection, her stomach sculpted and carved of lean muscle, her breasts heavy in the confines of her pink sports bra. Eric had to take a large step back just to look up and see her.

Jesus fucking christ, the breath rushed out of him all in one go at the sight of her. The girl had to be ten feet tall, broad shouldered, all lean, athletic muscle and soft, tan olive skin. And god, but she was gorgeous on top of it all, her soft features, her plush pink lips, her bright blue eyes and her long honey brown hair that fell in waves around her freckled face and shoulders.

“I–” Eric started, interrupted at first by a Woof! and then a giant, furred beast pouncing past the woman and tackling him. The beast had to weight twice what Eric weighed and it was all he could do to try to break his fall as he collapsed beneath the thing’s weight. It took a solid minute to realize it was a massive Saint Bernard, its thick, soft white and brown fur all but absorbing him as the dog panted excitedly, licking at his face, his hot tongue wetting Eric’s cheek, his chin, his mouth so much and so quickly that all Eric could do was laugh as he tried to turn his face away.

The onslaught continued until Eric was full-on laughing, trying to squirm away as the dog scooted closer, licking at Eric’s neck, sniffing at his ear, then up to his cheek, whining excitedly as he continued his adorable, wet onslaught.

“Easy, King!” the girl called in a sweet, melodic voice, laughing as well as she ducked into the room and grabbed the dog by the collar, pulling him off of Eric with the ease of an adult picking up their baby. “I think you’re a little big for our new friend.”

There Eric was on the floor, his oversized sleep shirt spilling over his small body, looking up at the massive woman who was now standing in his apartment, broad shouldered and muscled and holding back what had to be a two-hundred and fifty pound, excited, Saint Bernard with ease. And despite all of that, he found himself so hard it hurt, his small cock straining against the tight confines of his boxers, aching to be touched.

Eric nervously pulled his shirt down over himself to try to hide it as quickly as he could.

“You don’t have to be embarrassed on my account,” she said, waiting until the dog–King–had calmed down enough that she let go of his collar. King panted excitedly, doing circles around the room before starting to do quick laps, sniffing everything in his surrounding. “I think it’s really cute.” The girl winked and stuck her tongue out, the kind of energetic, cute gesture he never would’ve expected from someone so… large. “I’m Abby Rose. I guess your roommate moved out? I’m the replacement.”

“I didn’t know I was getting a new roommate,” Eric said and felt stupid for it immediately. He couldn’t help it. Something about her–about Abby–set his mind into overdrive, emptied all of his thoughts out, made his heart race. He struggled to sit up after King knocked him over, wiping the slobber off of his face with the back of his arm. “I mean. I’m happy, though!” he said, stammering over the words. He didn’t want her to think he didn’t want her there–didn’t want her to go. “Hang on, let me get up and show you around, I’m sorry the place is such a mess.”

Eric started to stand up, only for Abby to keep him down. It only took one hand on his shoulder for her to pin him down even as he tried to push himself up. Abbie crouched beside him and slid her hand down his chest–he could feel the strength in it, the way he trembled under her touch, his heart pounding so hard he thought it might break out.

With a gentle kind of force, she pushed him back down onto the ground, as if he resisted she’d let him free. Eric, mind still reeling, felt his body complying even as his mind scrambled. Suddenly, he was laying back on the ground again, laughing nervously as he looked up at her.

“I don’t really… Uhm?” he started, looking up at her, biting his lip, his eyes fixed on her own mouth: on her plush, soft pink lips, on the way her pretty pink tongue flicked out across her upper lip, her eyes fixed on him.

“You looked so good on your back for me,” she said. The front door was still open, partly. It was morning out and anyone could see them. Sadie could come and see them, she could be on her way right then to come and tell him everything was all right, that–Eric swallowed hard against the thought as Abby’s hand slid down from his chest, pulling up his shirt enough to feather her soft fingers across his bare stomach. Eric groaned, feeling himself stiffen harder than he’d ever been against his boxers, the way his precum beaded and wet the fabric. “You’re going to be a really fun roommate, I think.”

“I-have-a-girlfriend–” Eric pushed the words out in one quick breath, all nervous energy and racing heart. When he’d finished, he gulped for breath, staring up at Abby with wide eyes, on one hand hoping she’d let him go and on the other hoping she wouldn’t. He shouldn’t want any of that. He should be faithful to Sadie, he should get up and walk away, call her, tell her what happened. His mind filled with should, should, should.

But when Abby leaned down over him, her hand still soft on his stomach, he stayed still. When she kissed him, he opened his mouth for her. Abby softened to their kiss, her lips warm and plush against his, larger than Sadie’s and more wanting, the way she seemed to consume his thoughts entirely, the way his mind went blank when her tongue flicked across his lips and made him moan wantingly into her mouth.

“Good boy,” she said, the words a whisper between their mouths as she pushed her tongue past his lips and swirled it aggressively around his, coaxing his tongue out and into her mouth. Below her, his back arched, his body moving to her touch, his mouth opening wider to push his tongue deeper into his mouth.

All the while, her hand slid further down, down, tracing her fingertips down his stomach, sliding her hand under the waistband of his boxers. Eric trembled and his body shifted against his will–he tried to move away from her touch, nervous about how mad she’d be, the way Sadie always was when she felt how small he was, how unsatisfying.

But Abby persisted, pushing her hand deeper, pinning him down with her other hand as her fingers circled around his cock with ease, and Eric felt so small in her larger hand, the way he pulsed and hardened to her touch, the way his body shook and he couldn’t help but moan. All the while, her tongue twisted around his and even as she pulled away, she licked his lips torturously slowly, playing her tongue around every angle of them before she sat up above him.

“You are so fucking small,” she said, but there was no malice in her voice, only soft wonder as she started to stroke his cock, her hand barely moving over the small length of him. The words immediately put Eric at ease, his body relaxed under her, he stared up at her, eyes bright with wanting. “Your cock is so cute, I could put the whole thing in my mouth so easily. It’d be really fun to play with. You wouldn’t even come close to making me gag.”

“I–” Eric started, swallowing hard, his breath coming ragged. Every other breath seemed like a moan forced out of his body as she pumped her hand down his cock. Abby moved over him, pulling his boxers down easily as she leaned down to kiss her way down his stomach. Her lips were feather soft on his skin, her tongue wet as it snaked down the flat plane of his pale stomach, circling around his belly button before wiggling lower. “I have a girlfriend.”

“I heard you,” Abby said, her breath a hot whisper on wet skin she’d just licked. “It doesn’t seem like she takes care of your cute little cock very well, though. Look how hard you are for me. And you’re shaking!” she teased.

Eric whined under her, having to bite his hand to try to quiet himself. He could swear he heard people outside the apartment, walking around… He was sure they must be able to peek in, to see him, and what if Sadie came by? What if she saw?

But then Abby was there, kissing lower still, finding his cock with her mouth. She twirled her tongue around the bulbous, sensitive head before sliding it between her plush lips and suddenly everything was soft and warm and–

Eric groaned, a sound forced deep from his body. His back arched and his body spasmed against his will. All too soon he was forced over the edge of his orgasm, his hips bucking, thrusting his small cock in her hand, in her mouth, the head of his cock brushing against her tongue as she swirled it around and around and he exploded.

The world went dark and Eric came, hard, shooting ropes of sticky, hot cum into her mouth. Abby moaned around him, the vibrations sending shivers through him as she started to swallow his cum, as he felt it dribbling down out of her mouth and running sticky down the shaft of his cock. She licked it hungrily, taking him all the way into her mouth easily and sucking every last drop off of him.

All too soon, she took his cock out of her mouth and sat up, leaving Eric lying prone and trembling and all too sure she was about to laugh at him. But Abby only grinned when she looked at him. King pranced up and, in the aftershocks of his orgasm, started licking frantically at his face again, slobbering all over his cheeks, his mouth, his face.

“You came so quick for me,” Abby said, no mocking tone, nothing but excitement in the way the words rushed out, in the brightness of her eyes. “I love it. Mm, that was so fucking good…” Abby thumbed away a bead of cum on her lips, licked it off and smiled all the wider. “Do you think you could cum even faster for me if I fucked you?”

Eric stammered, staring up at her, unable to even respond as King lapped messily at her face.

“Show me around the apartment and maybe we’ll find out,” she said.

Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/11np9ha/his_new_roommate_part_1_mf_femdom_sph