Welcome back to Chapter 3 of the "Roommate from Hell" series (RfH). For those of you just joining us, there will be some recap, but if you want to start from the beginning, please check out: "RfH Ch.1: That Thing in the Corner," and "RfH Ch.2: Between Secrets and Semen."
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"That's right bitch..." I grunted aggressively as I stood over my laundry basket, fervently stroking my manhood. The soft fabric of my boxers slid across my skin as I used them for a dirty cock rag. The garment was damp from sweating all day at work, and my dick was twitching in anticipation as I grumbled obscenities.
"Uhuh, Just like that you filthy slut." I growled as I glanced up at the moldy patch of roof in the corner of the room. Most people wouldn't give it much thought, but I knew better. On the other side of those walls was a thing. An inexplicable organism inhabiting the living room. Silently glowering from the corner as it seeped its roots and appendages through the walls, those slimy eyes relentlessly observing every room in the apartment, ready to slither forth and carry out its insidious tasks at the command of my homicidal roommate; Melissa.
I would know. I had seen that thing in action. I had felt its festering feelers yank me off my feet. I knew what it was capable of. I had seen what Melissa was capable of. I had seen her commanding it. I was well aware that every one of those oozing ocular orifices peering from its goopy flesh were unwaveringly watching me at all times. But I also knew that she was watching me too.
Melissa; For whatever reason, had been using this unnatural power to keep an eye on me and steal my shorts to use for her sexual pleasures. I closed my eyes and imagined the lusty moans of her using the smell to get herself off. She didn't know, but I'd seen her doing it, and I knew she would be back. Back for new trousers, fresh with man stank. My man stank, and that brings me back to my task at the laundry basket.
"Oh yeah, take it all you dirty whore!" I growled as I spurted burst after burst of salty cum into my grimy underpants. Clenching and straining, I squeezed and pulsed until I was sure I'd emptied every last drop into the filthy rags of my work shorts. Finally releasing my grasp I tossed the soiled boxers into the pile of dirty clothes and spit on it in contempt.
"Choke on it, bitch." I uttered spitefully, as I opened the package of replacement underwear I'd bought specifically for this purpose.
If past behavior was any indication, that sentient growth in the corner would wriggle its veiny tentacles into the room after I went to sleep, and procure the semen-strained sweat shorts for its master's perverted purposes. It was just a matter of time.
In retrospect, I may have made some bad life choices that brought me to this point, but for now I had some nuts to bust; whether out of lust, self hatred, or maybe just for closure I had chosen to remain and see this through to the end, however gruesome it may be.
Normally that entailed just waiting for something terrible to happen, but today I had a plan. A plan I was keen on putting into action, so I quickly showered, shaved, and put on some fresh clothes.
I was almost through buttoning my shirt, when I thought about what I intended to do. I thought about the potential consequences if things went wrong, but also the possible outcome if things went right. I thought about that woman, both luscious and lethal, and it brought some warmth to my skin. I opted not to fasten the last button, and even went so far as to open it one more down to allow my chest hair to peek out just slightly. Satisfied, I took one last glance in the mirror and opened the door to the living room.
The air conditioner droned in the background. Melissa was lounging in her usual place on the sofa, watching an infomercial on walkman cassette players. She no longer walked around the house in her underwear, not since I'd installed that air conditioner. She now wore an old, blue, fluffy, bathrobe instead.
The belt sat limply on her massive hips, and often had to be retightened. The top hung loosely, framing her swaying cleavage as her cumbrous breasts swung unrestrained with every step. The bottom would part frequently, flashing glimpses of her squishy feminine legs.
"What?" She demanded impatiently, taking notice of me just standing there staring.
"Uh, what are you watching?" I stammered out. Definitely not my most charming moment, this had gotten off to a bad start.
"Citizen Kane." She retorted with sarcasm. "How about you, what are you watching?" She added confrontationally.
"Nuthin'." I lied reflexively, trying not to say "rosebud" as one of her nipples peaked out from behind the puffy lining of her bath robe. There was an awkward silence. I waited anxiously to see if she bought it or not. The air conditioner droned in the background.
"Then what do you want?" She bluntly asked.
"Well, I was just wondering if you were interested in watching something with me." I replied, slowly getting back on track. This was all part of the plan as I sauntered over to the TV for effect.
Superficially, I gave the appearance that I was walking over there to offer to change the channel, for she had lost the remote long before I had arrived. But I had an ulterior motive as I casually placed my hand on the television set next to one of the glistening tentacles draped across the top.
"And why would I want to watch anything you find interesting?" She inquired with a sneer.
"I dunno," I began, as I shifted my hand off the TV for a shrug. But instead of just lifting my arm into the gesture, I made sure to make an extra show of sliding it off the edge, and dragging one of the tendrils with it.
I'd touched the thing once before with a knife tied to the end of the pole. And while I certainly would have been more comfortable with that, this required a more subtle approach. Besides, it had refrained from attacking me last time until I had unexpectedly stepped on it, so a soft nudge wouldn't provoke it, right?
For good measure, I made sure to remain gentle in my docile pushes. Just as I'd planned, the creature did not react, and its root was dragged off the edge to hang perfectly in front of the screen.
