-If cuckolding and cheating are not your preferred topics, please be forewarned.
Rory had been the first to move into his new university halls. It was a great relief to him after months of searching for the perfect place to live and study. He had already been accepted into the university and was waiting for courses to be announced.
The halls were a five-story building with three sets of flats on every floor. 5 bedrooms in each group of flats. Every room had its own bathroom and a shared kitchen. Rory's bedroom came at the end of the hall and could have been more spacious, but he liked it. What made up for the lack of space was the fact that it was on the top floor. He could look out the window and see for miles into the distance. And a side benefit of no one walking above him, which later in life he'd learn was a blessing.
He had met all of his new roommates on his first day, but there was one that stood out from the rest. Her name was Ella. A Romanian student with long dark hair, massive tits and a slim body going down to a small tight ass. Rory couldn't help but stare at her, and he felt his cock throb just looking at her, having not seen such a, in his mind, "slutty" looking girl in his life. Tight leggings and a top that clung to her body like a second skin showing off her enormous tits to the world.
He had only ever visited London on two occasions, ticking off all the sights. Having grown up in a rural area, he knew that it would be quite a change, but he felt like he was as ready as he could be. One thing was for sure - none of his former crushes held a candle to Ella.
But it wasn't just physical attraction that drew him to Ella. There was something powerful about her. She wasn't like all the other new people he'd met. She was 27 while everyone else was eighteen-nineteen, fresh from Sixth form. Her age showed disinterest in the greetings, participating in dinner and drinking together. Just so cold, or at least the others thought of it as cold, Rory looked at it as experience, which turned him on to no end. Still from a foreign background, he couldn't quite put his finger on her.
On the second night of Rory lounging in bed, his head slightly swimming from a few drinking games with the other flatmates before he snuck away before the drinks really started flowing. Ella wasn't present, of course. And his mind began to wander its usual path -- searching for satisfaction from whatever he desired at the moment. In this instance, it was Ella's body. With fervour, he grabbed his phone, looking for something pornographic to state his desires. But none of it compared to the sheer perfection of Ella's body - her gorgeous curves, tight ass, and lush breasts that threatened to spill over her top when she laughed. He had never seen a more spectacular vision in all his life.
Getting his cock out and starting to jerk off to Ella. Picturing himself stripping her, revealing her stunning tits with their hard nipples. Burying his face in them, licking and sucking until she moaned. Pinching those lovely nipples between thumb and forefinger. His hands groping her small but tight ass. A finger slid into her slit, which clung to it desperately.
Rory had been aware of the sound of the front door and Ella's room door creaking, but he was so lost in his own world that he hadn't paid any attention to it. He'd been too preoccupied with his jerk-off session to give it a thought.
Out of nowhere, his trance was broken by a simple rhythm.
"O," Thud.
"O," Thud.
"O," Thud.
On and on, the pace quickening. Then a break, a few seconds, and again.
"O," Thud.
"O," Thud.
Reality sunk in. Ella was getting fucked, and god, it sounded glorious, her accented voice marking her moans matching each bang of the bed against the wall.
Increasing his pace to match the moans, he had never had a night like it. Still a virgin and a prom night handjob being as far as Rory had been, Ella put any girl he'd kissed held hands, let alone seen to shame. A goddess by all rights. Picturing himself making her moan like this, he thrust his hips into his hand, reaching breaking point, his cock spurting cum out.
After climaxing, Rory hopped out of bed, heading for his shower, still noticing the continual moans. Showering and cleaning up didn't take long, and after taking a quick piss and cleaning his teeth, Rory went back to bed, noticing silence coming from across the hall now.
Rory awoke in the night. The traffic? No, it wasn't too bad on the street outside. Checking his phone for the time. Two A.M. Then he heard it again. Was it the same moans, just, Quieter this time? Desperate to know, Rory got out of bed, being sneaky for no one's sake but his own, He crept to the door just a couple of metres, but it made a difference.
It was her again, "O, O, O," Rory couldn't believe he was listening to it again and fuck, he was so hard again. Quickly getting his cock out again, he grabbed it with a fumbling hand, matching the strokes to the moans.
His heart was pounding and racing in his chest, his cock throbbing with desire. He wanted her so badly, and deep down, he believed this was probably as close as he'd ever get to Ella in this state. Was he really going to cum to his dream girl getting fucked by another man twice in one night? His body shook with pleasure quickly once again.
The following day he headed to the kitchen. Ella was there. Her hair was a mess, and she had dark circles under her eyes. Sat eating her granola, she looked rough, but in a way that attracted Rory even further, he wanted to talk to her so badly, but out of fear of being annoying, he decided not to try.
Rory sat down at the breakfast table. Ella glanced over from her food. "Morning," she said with a completely straight face.
"Morning," Rory replied, almost stuttering as his heart raced.
"I've got washing to do. You doing anything this morning?"
"N-no, sorry," he nervously said, unsure why he apologised. "I don't have any plans."
"Good," she said, standing up from the table.
Good? What did she mean? Rory thought to himself, feeling baffled.
"I want someone to come with me so no one else annoys me while I'm down there."
