Matthew awoke, not from the alarm, but from the loud female moans in the shower, it seemed they were still going at it. He looked at the time, realising he could sleep a few more hours before he needed to leave for work, and closes his eyes.
The female moans from the shower turned fainter by each passing moment until he fell asleep.
The alarm woke him and he quickly grabbed his phone and shut it off. On the screen were unanswered calls... from Olivia. He probably hadn't heard the phone because of loud Douglas and his whore had been. There was even in a text message left by his girl.
"I'm so sorry... will make it up to you," he read the last part aloud and put away the phone with a smile across his face.
Although, that horrible feeling from last night returned, when he had started to fear it was Olivia getting railed against the wall.
A weight over his hip drew his eyes and then his hand as he grabbed that deeply tanned thigh and ran his fingers up the spectacular muscles.
God, Olivia had a way of turning him on.
"Awake?" he asked, feeling her huge, naked tits press into his back.
"And exhausted," she said, sounding breathless.
"That overtime you're working is crazy," he said while caressing her sexy leg.
"I know, but we need the money," she said, running her fingers through his hair.
"We need a new roommate, too," Matthew said, his head ringing with the slam of the wall.
"Why? We just got him?" Olivia asked and sat up.
Matthew rolled around to see the duvet huddled around her waist, exposing her bare, double F cups to the sunlight that crept in. "Because I need sleep, and if he keeps brining home whores that loud, I'm sorry, he has to go."
Olivia gasped. "He brought back someone last night?"
"The fuck? Didn't you hear them? They were still going at it in the shower a few hours ago, I think," Matthew said, still not sure about what he heard.
Olivia's face turned red and she averted her eyes. "So, you heard that, huh?"
Matthew froze in fear.
Fuck, had he caught her red-handed?
Had it been her ass getting absolutely destroyed on the other side of the wall as he had feared?
"Yeah, I heard someone having a good time," Matthew said and sat up against the headboard.
"Then why didn't you join me? I was so fucking horny and need of a cock ramming into me," she said, biting her lip at him while twirling her long white hair around her fingers.
"What?"
"Because of you, I had to just use my fingers. Next time, join me and give my ass a pounding, or else I might tempt Douglas with it," she said, eyes full of mischief.
"Fuck," he groaned at the thought of pounding that sexy body. "I didn't know. I thought it was Douglas fucking that whore."
"No, it was me," she said, smiling wickedly. "And I don't think the whore lasted the night, when I returned home, Douglas' slept alone."
"Okay, but I still want him gone."
Olivia frowned at him and slapped his thigh. "But he's nice and he hasn't hit on me! How many have we tried who have gone a day without trying to hit it?" she asked, brushing back her hair.
Matthew watched her shining in the sunlight.
God she still found a way to surprise him with how gorgeous she was.
"None," he said, forced to acknowledge her point at how many roommates they had been through...
Finding men who would leave that body alone was a problem.
"Except for Douglas," she said and tugged down the duvet to expose his boxers. "How about we make it a bet?"
Matthew groaned as her little hand reached into his boxers and fondled his balls. "What bet?"
"If I take in my throat and you don't fill it... you get your wish," she said, getting comfortable between his legs. "But if I win and you fill my throat... I get to keep him."
"Deal, just get sucking!" Matthew grabbed the back of her head and forced her down his six-inch morning wood. Too turned on to think as he had listened to Douglas fucking that whore for so many hours he needed a whore's mouth of his own.
Fuck, Olivia was everything he had ever wanted.
And she bobbed and worked his eight-inches into her mouth, forcing it against the entry to her throat while swirling her tongue around the shaft.
Matthew patted her head as she gagged and forced it past inch after inch inside until her eyes were watering.
Then she surprised him.
Matthew looked past her head at the duvet sliding off her body as she raised her ass into the sun and made the cheeks jiggle as she twerked them.
He reached forwards and grabbed at them with his hands, but there was too much thickness to hold.
"That's cheating," he groaned and slammed back against the headboard as he watched her cheeks twerk mercilessly to make his dick pulse and throb.
"It's so fucking big," he said in awe at how caked-up his twenty-year-old girlfriend was.
And as she took all of him into her mouth, he closed his eyes and shot globs of cum into her mouth.
Olivia let him fully empty himself while she twerked and made her ass cheeks clap.
Matthew patted her head. "You win... he gets to stay, until he messes up my sleep again."
Olivia smiled and raised her head until his dick plopped free. She made a point to show her swallowing all of the cum while slapping his dick on her cheekbone. "Mmm, I'm going to make you breakfast now, or do you prefer to start the day with your favourite cake?" she asked, flipping around to present him with that big fucking ass.
She kept twerking those big round cheeks, which looked really sore.
Matthew wanted to eat it, to lick it and bite it, but his stomach was so loud. "I think I need to actually eat, not feast."
Olivia giggled and rolled out of bed. "Permission to cook breakfast in slut-mode?" she asked, jokingly as she skipped to the cupboard where she kept all her clothes.
"When are you not in slut-mode?" Matthew asked, leaving the bed to grab a towel to bring to the shower.
Olivia bent at the waist, wiggling her huge ass while she grabbed a really short white mini-skirt, heels and a white halter top that he loved on her.
Fuck, the straps around her back as she put it over her bare tits were x-shaped, leaving her toned tanned back fully visible and even from behind her he could see the see the edges of her tits as she stuffed them into the top.
SPANK!
"Ohh!" she squealed, jumping a little too much as she turned to face him.
"Normally you don't react at all," Matthew saw, surprised to find her sporting a grimace.
"Just hurting a little back there. Been killing it at the gym," she said and made sure the top's circular opening in the middle didn't expose a nipple as the huge double F cups mashed together and produced a cleavage that ballooned up her chest.
"God, that baby fat's still on you," Matthew said, shaking his head at the calibre of woman he had.
"I know, among other places," she said, sitting down on that big fucking ass to pull the mini-skirt up her legs.
"I'll go shower, you cook up something quick as I'm already a bit late," Matthew said and leaned down to kiss her.
Olivia smiled and gave his lips a quick peck. "Off you go, but don't wake Douglas," she said before lifting her ass from the bed as she began bouncing to pull that tight skirt over her crazy fit thighs.
Matthew shook his head at how fit his girl was, leaving her to fight her own thiccness as he headed into the bathroom and closed the door.
Olivia's heels clicked across the kitchen floor as she prepared their breakfast. She had settled on cooking some pancakes to go with the coffee, as well as making Matthew a milkshake he could take with him with of all the nutrients he needed for his long workday while she would stay here... alone with Douglas.
She bit her lip as she had no doubt the noise she made would wake the black bull up.
Fuck, she was still hurting and she winced whenever she clenched her ass cheeks around her stretched asshole. He had fucked her so much, so ruthlessly and made her voice hurt from all the screaming. She was sure they'd get noise complaints, but seeing as the landlord was so obsessed with her, she believed they were safe.
And that they could keep fucking.
All day.
In every hole.
Olivia's eyes rolled into the back of her head as she reminded herself of the pleasure he had given her.
The shame should have kicked in for having cheated, but this wasn't her first rodeo. She had never had a relationship last without cheating on a boyfriend. Most of the time it wasn't even her fault...
Men just had their with her...
Some just claimed her like she was a toy on the shelf, up for grabs, no matter what.
She looked to the bathroom and heard the shower still going, when a hand grabbed her throat.
Olivia gasped and turned her head.
Douglas' lips smashed with hers as he lifted her body up and slammed her over the kitchen counter.
"Oh shit... he's in the bathroom," she whispered as Douglas rammed his morning wood into her pussy.
"I know, that means he can't see me fucking his girl," Douglas said, grabbing hold of her thighs and using them as handles as the hammering from last night continued.
Olivia stretched her arms, twisted and winced as she felt how turned on she was. Her pussy gripping that huge black shaft as it speared her insides and formed a fucking bulge beneath her stomach. "Oh fuck, you fuck me so fucking hard," she moaned and tried to keep her eyes on the pancakes while she rocked back and forth over the counter.
Her ass cheeks colliding with the edge as he drilled her, his hips a piston machinery as he fucked her like she was the last whore he'd ever fuck.
"Fucking hell this body is just... a fucking drug," he groaned and fucked her with deep, powerful strokes that made her entire body jiggle.
"I've never... ugh... been... ugh... fucked... so fucking... ugh... much... ugh... by a guy I met... fucking yesterday," she moaned and tried to keep her volume down.
