[Part One](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/11np9ha/his_new_roommate_part_1_mf_femdom_sph/)
**III.**
The rest of that day, Abby was all Eric could think about.
Eric had shown her around the apartment–which didn’t take long considering student housing was never much more than a shoe box–and spent the entire time wondering when she’d touch him again, if she’d touch him again. Once or twice she brushed his shoulder, or put her large hand on the small of his back in an almost teasing way, but beyond that and a few wayward glances, she kept to herself.
After the tour, Abby started moving herself in, hauling in all of the large boxes by herself. Eric tried to help, but just trying to lift one was enough to leave him breathless and beyond embarrassed. If Abby thought less of him for it, she didn’t show it, instead she seemed to watch him intently, biting at her bottom lip, white teeth bright against her plush, pink lip.
It took her less than half an hour to get all of her things in–including a king size mattress that she carried in without breaking a sweat–and then she was off. Sports practice, she said–lacrosse.
Eric had shared the apartment with his last roommate for over six months and barely noticed when he’d left, except for the mess that he’d left behind. Abby had been there for less than a day and when she left, he already felt a weird ache in his heart, missing her presence… It didn’t help that he was still hard at the memory of what they’d done there, on the living room floor.
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The last thing Eric had been expecting was a call from Sadie.
They’d fallen into a rhythm with these things. After they had sex, Sadie would get upset–a position that Eric had come to understand was completely reasonable–and he’d beat himself up and be miserable for a few days. Usually, that meant him texting her at all hours of the day expressing how much he loved her and wished he could be better for her. Eventually, she’d cave.
But he hadn’t been texting much. After all, his mind had been kind of fixated on Abby.
“Huh?” Eric answered the phone, already cursing himself for the idiotic opening salvo. It wasn’t exactly the smooth thing to say, but then again, he wasn’t exactly prepared for her call. He figured he still had a good amount of groveling to do. “I mean. Hi! I… Didn’t think I’d hear from you.”
“Huh,” Sadie mocked back at him in an oafish, deep voice. “Is that really what you say when your girlfriend of five years calls? And you couldn’t even text me to make sure I was okay after you gave me such a terrible night?”
Eric pulled his knees up to his chest and frowned. He had the phone on speaker in his lap, and he was looking out across his room at the stacks of tea lights on his desk, the rose petals all swept up in a pile in the corner of the room. To say nothing of the massive restaurant bill that he’d still have to pay down on his credit card. Tears burned at the corners of his eyes, and his vision blurred around its edges.
“I’m sorry,” he mumbled.
“You should be sorry. Are you even trying? Maybe you’ve gotten lazy. You definitely haven’t been working on your stamina, you–”
The sound of Sadie’s voice was interrupted by barking in the apartment. Abby must have come home without Eric noticing it. A moment later, King bounded into the room, tail wagging, panting heavily as he came up and nudged Eric’s arm, delivering a slobbery lick to the side of his arm and pressing his cold nose into him, making Eric laugh despite himself.
“Is that a fucking dog?” Sadie scowled.
The next thing Eric knew, the phone was gone and Abby was standing by his bedside, towering over him. The girl was tall enough she nearly had to duck to fit into their apartment, her honey browned hair almost brushing the ceiling, pulled back into a neat braid as it was now. Abby looked at the phone for a heartbeat, frowning, before she clicked the call off and tossed the phone back onto the bed.
“That was my girlfriend,” Eric protested, weakly, his voice light and broken at its edges. The tears still in his eyes were enough to make him want to hide his face.
“Your girlfriend is a bitch,” Abby said casually, looking around the room. Abby was dressed in her sportswear, still, a bright pink sports bra and a pair of black legging with matching pink stripes up the thighs, highlighting the swell of her muscles and just how thick her legs were. To say nothing of the way they traced the curve of her tight, muscular ass. “I mean. Tea lights? Roses? Who cares if you pop too fast,” Abby said, unable to keep the grin from her voice.
When she moved closer, Eric naturally moved aside a little to make room for her, as if his body knew what he wanted before his mind caught up. Without asking, Abby climbed onto the bed, swinging one leg over Eric’s much smaller body so she straddled him. Her soft, olive skin was still shining with sweat, tracing the tight curves of her flat midriff, racing down the cleavage of her breasts, her nipples hard enough to show through her sports bra.
“Who would want that?” Eric asked, his trembling voice barely above a whisper.
“I think it’s hot,” Abby said. In the background, Eric could just hear King panting still as he paced circles around the room. Already, just feeling her above him, Eric was hard again, his heart facing, pounding like the ocean in his ear. Abby leaned over him, her braid hanging down across her shoulder as she pressed her cheek near Eric’s, dropping her voice to a whisper. “I thought about you the whole time I was out. I thought about what it would feel like, your small, cute dick in my pussy, pumping away… I wonder if you could get it in me before you cum? Do you think you’d get too excited and cum all over me before you even make it in?”
“Nn–” Eric whimpered, feeling his cock swell to the point it hurt, straining against his boxers, pressing up into her muscled thigh as Abby straddled him. Almost imperceptibly, her hips were moving, grinding her ass down against the small hardness of his cock. Already it was getting to feel too much, the waves of pleasure rocking through him, making him bite his cheek to keep from cumming already. “Y-you’d want that? But you… wouldn’t…” Eric stammered, gasping for breath, moaning softly as she grinded her ass down against his crotch, as she grabbed his hand and put it on her stomach, encouraging him. “You wouldn’t g-get… to cum…”
“Don’t be silly,” Abby said, grinning in full now, looking down at him, her eyes bright with want. Eric touched her–softly at first, hand feathering against the tight, muscled plane of her stomach, feeling his way up to timidly skirt around the curve of her breast–before Abby grabbed his hand and forced it higher, making him grab it, letting him feel the pert nub of her nipple, hard under the fabric of her bra, and that alone almost made him cum. “You can get hard again. I’ll teach you how to get hard faster. You can fuck me again, and again, and again… And we can use toys…”
Abby kept talking and her own voice seemed to be getting ragged with want. She moaned softly as he grabbed her breast more firmly. And Eric thought he must be going crazy, but he swore he could feel her pussy getting hot through the fabric of her legging, feel the wetness of her in a way that Sadie never got and fuck, fuck, fuck, his mind went haywire, off the cliff into overdrive as he pictured the idea of her pussy wet for him, imagined her riding him, all while he grabbed her breast, daring to push his hand under her bra and feel the softness of her tits, the hardness of her nipple, how hot and soft and everything she was and–
“Fff–ahhh,” Eric stumbled over sounds that might have been words, feeling his hands start to tingle, his breath coming faster and faster as he launched over the cliff of his orgasm and everything exploded. He screwed his eyes shut tight, back arched, body trembling as he came hard for the amazonian girl riding his cock through two layers of clothing.
Eric groaned, loud, as he came for her in his boxers, spilling his hot, thick cum in the restraining fabric and the way her gyrations smeared it over his cock, made him slick and sticky with it so everything just felt better and her constant thrusting rubbing against his cock just milked the pleasure from him in cusping waves of pure want.
When he finally came to, Eric was gasping for breath, struggling to focus at all on anything beyond the spiked pleasure of his own want and need and the desperate kind of whimpers he was making as she grinned down at him, the color high in her cheeks.
“Good boy!” she said, excitement brightening her voice–the sound of her voice drew King over from where he’d still been pacing and the massive Saint Bernard jumped up near the head of the bed, and all Eric could feel was the soft mound of his fur, all he could hear was the dog’s panting as he nosed into Eric’s neck, as he slobbered and licked all up his neck to his ear, his breath hot against his skin. “Oh my god, that was so fucking hot, your little dick came all over itself for me and I didn’t even have to touch it. We’re going to have so much fun.”
“We are?” Eric squeaked.
In all of his years with Sadie, that had never been her reaction. And it was only just then that Eric remembered Sadie at all. Glancing sidelong at his phone, he saw the small notification icons blinking at him: seven missed calls and twenty-eight text messages.
“Let’s get you hard again so you can fuck me,” Abby said, and she was already pulling her leggings off as she wiggled over him, her massive body dwarfing his. Eric knew she could crush him, overpower him, take him at her will and part of him had tried to fight it, wanted to resist, but… Fuck. He didn’t anymore, not at all. His body shivered at the thought of her, at how badly he wanted her, watching her as she pulled her leggings down over the muscled curve of her ass, down the thickness of her thighs and before he knew it, there she was, naked from the waist down, her pussy covered in a soft, golden brushing of hair that glistened with wetness still.
“I can?” Eric asked again, his voice still timid, still shaking.
“You will,” she said, and scooted down further on the bed. Eric whimpered, his body immediately rejecting her departure, the way he yearned for her, the way his now soft cock ached for her touch, the feeling of her pressed into him. She only smiled up at him at the sound, like it was some secret between them, the way he wanted her, the way it excited her… She hooked her fingers into his boxers and dragged them down.
“You’re little cock is so fucking cute,” she said, the dirtiest words somehow sounding so sweet in her voice. Eric couldn’t help but groan at the sound of it, at the way she looked at him, like she was hungry and all she wanted was him. He could already feel something stirring low in his stomach, even if he wasn’t hard again yet, didn’t think he could get hard again yet…
And before he was ready, Abby ducked her head and started to kiss her way up his legs from the inner thigh and Eric yelped at the sensation–her lips soft and hot on his skin, plush and amazing and just… Everything. It was all Eric could think of, all he could feel, her soft, wet kisses, even before she started to lick her way up the inside of his thighs, her hot, pink tongue swirling out in little circles, making him wet with her mouth.
King seemed to need little encouragement to join the frey, whining happily as he nuzzled in next to Eric’s head and started to lick him again, nosing against his cheek before his big, wet tongue started sloppily kissing all up Eric’s cheek, across his brow so it was all Eric could do to squeeze his eyes shut tight.
The onslaught was constant and overwhelming and Eric was moaning before he even realized it, his body shaking, goosebumps racing up and down his arms. King breathed hot on his face, panting as he licked Eric’s nose, his mouth, not leaving any spot behind. Between his legs, Abby was taking her time working her way up, one of her hands moving to cradle his soft cock, still sticky with his cum, starting to stroke his small softness in her big hand, her fingers moving slippery up and down it as she worked her way up his legs with her tongue.
“You’re so fun,” she cooed, excitement bright in her voice as she worked her way up, up, up until she was nosing the underside of his cock and Eric could feel himself starting to swell faster than he thought it was ever possible, making him groan as his heart started to race again. “You’re making me so wet. I want to feel your little dick pumping inside of me, I want to feel you cum for me.”
Her breath was hot on his cock, and then her tongue was washing along the underside of his small, semi-soft shaft, wiggling up and down its length as she cradled it in her hand. When Abby got to the top, she popped the softness of his cock into her mouth and started to slobber her way down, making herself messy with it, sucking the cum off of his cock and bobbing her head up and down its short length. Every downstroke Abby swallowed hard, sucking him into her mouth again and again with each thrust of her mouth up and down his sticky little cock.
Eric whimpered and whined, his body misfiring in every direction as he felt himself getting hard again, in Abby’s mouth. Felt the way the warm softness of her tongue coaxed him further, the way her hot mouth engulfed him, the way he swelled inside her, against her tongue, and it made him ache for her all the more.
“Mmmnnn,” Abby moaned at the feeling of him getting hard for her, bobbing her head more quickly, licking her tongue out and wiggling it back and forth along the underside as she worked her mouth up and down until she felt him reach peak hardness, felt the way he pulsed and throbbed in her mouth. When she pulled herself off of him, she was breathing hard, sticky strands of spit webbing between her pretty, pink lips and his hard cock. “You did so good for me. I knew you could do it,” she said, and as if in reward ducked her head and messily licked the head of his cock, swirling her tongue around it before popping it between her plush, soft lips and sucking it hard enough to issue a loud pop when she pulled it out.
“Nn-aahhhhh,” Eric whimpered for her, his hips jerking against her mouth, precum beading on the head of his cock and dribbling down his small shaft already. “I didn’t… think I could…” he stammered for words, looking down at himself, looking up at Abby and the way she looked at him with such a hunger in her eyes. Her hand was buried down between her legs, her fingers working at her pussy, rubbing her clit so he could hear the wetness of her, how badly she wanted him…
“I love the way you moan for me, my sweet boy,” she cooed for him as she climbed back up him to straddle his hips again. Abby towered over him, pressing the short length of his cock against the sensitive wetness of her pussy, rocking her hips against him. King was whining happily by his ear again, starting to lick at his cheek, slobbering at his mouth and making it so all Eric could do was feel everything, all at once. “I want you to just think about you. I want you to feel good, I want you to cum for m–”
Before she even finished talking, Eric came for her. The way she spoke to him. The way she felt, her pussy hot against his cock, her hips gyrating and working herself down against him was too much for him, the memory of her mouth and her tongue still on his cock… The way King kept licking him, sloppily kissing up his neck, licking at his ear, so all Eric could do was feel every sensation. He moaned loudly, the sound shrill, back arched as he came, spurting thick and sticky cum all over the soft down of golden hair on her mound.
And when he came for her, Abby moaned hard, her body shaking over him, and as he was still coming, spraying thick ropes of cum, she grabbed him and guided him into her pussy–forcing his sensitive cock up inside of her even as he was cumming, emptying everything that was left to him inside of her tight, wet pussy.
“Good boy! Oh, you’re my fucking good boy,” Abby moaned for him, the Amazonian goddess straddling his body and rocking her hips hard, fucking him, jerking his overly sensitive, cumming cock into her pussy as she rubbed her clit against his pubic bone hard enough to bruise. “Keep cumming for me, keep giving me that cute little dick, I fucking love how your small cock feels in my pussy.”
Eric grabbed for anything to hold onto, his hands reaching for her thighs, fingers digging into the tight muscles there and making her moan even louder as he squeezed tightly. Already he was getting soft in her, his cock only semi-hard and sticky with her wetness and his cum, but it didn’t stop Abby. He got soft and even when his cock popped out of her pussy, she rode him, grinding her sensitive, wet pussy down into the sticky softness of his cock, his head and shaft rubbing against her clit until she came for him.
When Abby came, she moaned hard, throwing her head back, her mouth hanging open and her tongue out, her body shaking as she thrust her hips hard against him, using his cock, using his body, using everything in him for her pleasure in those moments as she rode her orgasm out on his soft, sticky cock.
After, Abby collapsed over Eric, just barely propping herself up over him. The massive woman dwarfed him in his own bed, completely engulfing him so she was all he could see, and all he could hear was her breath coming ragged and hard in his ear. King panted noisily alongside her, whining with excitement as he licked at Eric’s face again, his big, furry tail thumping on the pillow.
“Your little cock feels so, so, so good in my pussy… Oh, fuck, you came so good for me,” she said, her voice trembling on the words. Even after moving all of her things in their heavy boxes, Eric hadn’t seen her as winded as she was then, the color high in her cheeks, her breath coming hard. “You made me cum so hard with your cute, short cock.”
“I did?” Eric squeaked, just daring to peek up at her, every part of his body still trembling in the aftershock of his own orgasm. A warm, relaxed feeling spread through him, then, so used to the shellshock of post-sex with Sadie that that gentleness felt like heaven. “I… That makes me really happy,” he confessed, looking up at her. “Sadie never cums.”
“Sadie never let you make her cum.” Abby said, her voice more stern at once, as if in defense of him her strength rallied, looking down at him with her steady, blue eyes. “You don’t need her anymore. I want you to be my toy,” she said, her voice bright with a smile as she leaned in and kissed his cheek. And then a little lower. And then kissed him on the mouth–and at first it was a peck, but then it softened, grew tender, as Eric leaned up into her.
Eric opened his mouth for her and she slid her tongue inside, toying with his own, coaxing it out enough to twist lazy, wanting circles around his own tongue. By the time they pulled apart again, Eric was moaning softly into her mouth, feeling the heat in his own cheeks as he looked up at her.
“My precious boy toy,” Abby said, her voice grown thick with tiredness as she settled down next to him, wrapping one of her massive, muscled arms around him and pulling his small body into her.
For the first time in what felt like years, Eric felt content; felt the way his body softened at her touch, the way all of the tension left him. It might have been the first time he’d felt really, truly safe for as long as he could remember, with the giant Amazonian woman at his side, pulling him back against her to play little spoon, and the massive, furry shape of King cuddled up in front of him.
For the first time, it felt like everything was going to be all right. Good, even.
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