Sara stepped out of the elevator on Adam's floor, the guilt of the last few days threatening to overwhelm her. Ever since learning of Lucas's supposed endowment, it had been nearly all she could think about, completely dominating her fantasies. Even when she made an effort to think of Adam, or to explore one of her usual masturbatory fantasies, the lover in her mind would always turn into Lucas taking her roughly and using her as a toy for his pleasure. Initially, she had believed the novelty of the fantasy would fade, like the excitement of child with a brand new toy, but it only seemed to grow more powerful with each time she allowed her mind to venture there. She knew it was wrong to think about her boyfriend's roommate like that, but she couldn't bring herself to stop, especially not with how intensely she came every time. It was as though Lucas was already in her mind, seducing her from the inside without ever having touched her. A shudder of pleasure went through her at the thought of him inside of her, and she shook her head in an attempt to clear her lust-clouded mind.
Tonight would be all about Adam. She'd been avoiding him for days now, too ashamed of herself and the contents of her recent fantasies. This would be her chance to make everything right, even if Adam was himself unaware that anything was wrong. Especially because he didn't know, in fact. Sara planned to focus all of her attention on Adam and on making him feel like the wonderful special man that he was. With that in mind, she'd dressed as sexily for their night out as she could, knowing that he would enjoy having her on his arm, showing her off to anyone passing by. As Sara approached the door to the apartment, she resolved to not only make tonight the best night for him that she could, she would also cease her imaginary infidelity. Adam deserved better than for her to be constantly lusting after another man, even if only in her head.
She knocked on the door and when it opened her breath caught in her throat as Lucas's massive frame filled the doorway. He easily stood head and shoulders over her, and her own shoulders seemed narrower than his chest in that moment. His curly blond hair was pulled back in a messy tail, and his beard seemed freshly groomed. Sara's heart was racing as she looked up at him feeling tiny and delicate in his presence as the force of every fantasy and naughty daydream she'd had since last seeing him seemed to hit her full force. As she remembered every time that she'd cum recently with his name on her lips, her knees buckled slightly and she felt the heat and wetness growing between her legs. Despite her resolution, already forgotten in the presence of the object of her vilest desires, her body wanted her to know exactly how ready she was to make all of those sordid fantasies a reality.
Sara realized suddenly that Lucas had said something to her, but she'd been unable to hear him over the sound of her blood rushing in her ears. As the heat between her legs began to spread through the rest of her body, she felt her cheeks flushing slightly as she tried to even out her breathing.
"S-sorry, what?" The stammering made her feel even worse. This was just Lucas after all. She shouldn't be getting star struck seeing him again, it wasn't like he was some hunky celebrity or anything. But in that moment, even Lucas's faults seemed to draw her in like a moth to flame. While she was normally critical of his weight, right now she was simply aware of how well he wore it. It made him seem powerful and...
virile
.
"I said, are you gonna stand out there forever?! Jesus, what is with you tonight?!" Lucas grabbed Sara's arm and practically dragged her into the apartment. "I've got better shit to do than stand around waiting on you to pull your head out of your ass."
She should have been offended by the way he manhandled her in that moment. As she stumbled past him, nearly losing her balance in the process, Sara knew that she should be upset by his harsh treatment. Instead her mind was flooded with images of her falling over the couch, her backside presented to him, ready for him to take her like a savage. Of Lucas literally tearing her blouse open, sending buttons flying across the room as he ruined the garment before fucking her, here in the living room of the apartment he shared with her boyfriend. Of him conquering her after ruining the clothes she'd specifically chosen for Adam before he'd even seen them on her.
A wicked thrill shot through her at the idea of Adam catching the two entangled like that and her breathing became heavier as her pussy gushed between her legs. She breathed in deeply, attempting to calm herself but instead taking in the scent of her would be conqueror once again. He shouldn't smell that good. He
didn't
smell that good, but it was intoxicating all the same. A heavy musk that was decidedly male, and excited her in a way that Adam's scent never did. She could imagine how he would take her, bestial and ruthless as he filled her to the brim with his fertile seed. It was a familiar image at this point, for it had haunted her every night for days now.
"Hey, sweetheart!" Adam's voice pulled Sara back into the present. She was leaning against the couch, nails dug into the soft fabric. As her eyes flicked up to her loving boyfriend, a wave of guilt crashed over her. So much for her resolve. He was leaving the bathroom, his light brown hair still damp from the shower and his svelte frame was covered only by the towel around his slender waist. "I'm gonna run and get dressed, and then we can get going, ok?"
Sara nodded, her eyes devouring every inch of him as he walked away. She was pleased that her newfound fantasy has done nothing to dull her desire for Adam. If anything, she wanted him more, and briefly toyed with the idea of skipping dinner and just jumping his bones right now. It was tempting, the images from before replaced with ones of Adam lying beneath her as she rode him to completion. She wondered if she'd enjoy playing the role of the dominant with him, since he seemed so reluctant to make her properly submit. But no, they would both need their energy for what she had in mind, and she still planned to make good on her resolution to make him feel special. It was the least she could do, and playing the role of his arm candy always seemed to excite both of them. What worried her most of all though, was that the guilt Adam had unwittingly evoked had done nothing to dampen her lustful appetites. If anything, it had actually added fuel to the fire, causing the heat to spread out of control through her body. Not for the first time in the last few days, Sara wondered what was wrong with her. But even as the thought crossed her mind, she glanced across the room at Lucas and absently licked her lips, thighs rubbing together underneath her skirt.
Later that evening, Sara was on her back beneath Adam, looking up into his eyes as he thrusted into her. Despite everything, she still savored the feel of him filling her up, and she wrapped her legs around his waist, her soft thighs pulling him in deep and holding him tight. She rolled her hips up to meet him, grinding her pelvis against his and drew a delicious, gasping moan from his full lips. Lips that she leaned up to capture with her own, fingers running through his thick hair as her tongue battled his for dominance. She groaned in satisfaction as he surrendered to her, pressing her back down into the bed, and as he gently moaned into her she imagined for a moment that she was drawing his very soul out through his mouth, even as she coaxed his orgasm ever closer with every thrust into her dripping channel.
"Oooh fuck yes, baby! Just like that! Give it all to me!" Sara whispered huskily against Adam's lips before pulling them back against her own, continuing to devour him with the desperation of the starving. He moaned into her mouth as she tightened her grip on his throbbing member, a sadistic thrill running through her at the almost pained mewling she extracted from him as he drove deeper and harder into her. She stared into his lust-glazed eyes as her hips began to match his rhythm, driving up to meet him again and again, relishing the intensity of his arousal. Suddenly Adam's hands were gripping her breasts, kneading the delicate flesh and teasing her engorged nubs. Sara's head fell back with a throaty moan as his newest assault overwhelmed her senses. Her eyes fluttered closed in bliss and her mind drifted as Adam's tongue began circling her oversensitive nipple.
She let out a cry, louder than intended as he sucked her breast with an eagerness that surprised her, and her fingers dug more deeply into his back as each pull of his lips drew more cries of pleasure from her own. What surprised her more, however, was the image in her mind of Lucas replacing her boyfriend between her legs. She felt herself clamp down harder on Adam, drawing another gasp of pleasure from him against her breast, at the thought of the larger man having his way with her. The flash of guilt was immediately drowned out by the pleasurable thrill of fantasizing about another man while Adam was inside her. Her breathing grew more ragged immediately, and her breasts and clit tingled with her increased arousal. Even Adam's cock felt more pleasurable than it had just a moment before, and Sara could feel herself on the edge of an orgasm similar to the ones she'd been gracing herself with for days.
"Harder," she gasped, her voice growing shrill as she desperately pulled against Adam, willing him to go faster and deeper as she allowed herself to fall back into the fantasy of Lucas ravaging her body. He found the right angle within her and began hitting against her cervix at last. The delicious combination of pleasure and pain stole her breath away and she let out a silent scream as each thrust sent bolts of lightning through her entire body, her back arching beneath Adam as he fucked her closer and closer to the orgasm she so desperately craved, little knowing the thoughts filling her mind were of another man. Sara's toes curled into the sheets, her legs began to quiver and shake with her approaching climax, and she was barely able to breathe. When Adam's hands left her breasts, her own replaced them instantly, tugging on her aching nipples, all the while she imagined Lucas's meaty hands tormenting the soft, tender flesh.
For a moment, she forgot the condom her boyfriend was wearing, and when she felt the twitch of his cock inside her, she pictured Lucas filling her unprotected womb with his hot load. The image of him painting her insides white was enough to send her over the edge, stars exploding behind her eyes. Her whole body thrashed beneath Adam and she locked her ankles behind him to keep him from pulling out, imagining rope after rope of hot sticky cum filling her up like she's always wanted.
"Yesyesyesyesyesyes! Oh god, yes baby! Fuck me more! Don't you dare stop, please!" Sara screamed to the ceiling, her arms and legs clung tightly to Adam as he fucked her through her orgasm, some small part of her grateful that she'd avoided screaming Lucas's name in that moment.
Adam's pace continued as Sara rode out the intense orgasm, only stopping when she'd tapped on his shoulder for relief. He leaned back, cock still imbedded inside her as she continued to twitch and spasm beneath him. She opened her eyes and smiled at the concerned yet prideful look on Adam's face before reaching up to tenderly stroke his cheek.
"I don't think I've ever seen you cum that fast before," Adam laughed, trying to catch his breath. "Or that hard for that matter." He began to gently thrust within her again, alerting Sara to the fact that, despite the content of her fantasy, Adam hadn't actually cum yet. Desperate for more, she began to meet his thrusts, her legs once more pulling him in as her hands found her breasts and continued their earlier ministrations.
"Please don't stop baby," she gasped, her turn to mewl in pitiful pleasure. "Make me cum again, I need it so bad!"
"God, you're clamping down so hard, it's like you're trying to push me out!" Adam thrust harder into her, forcing her body to yield to him and Sara moaned at the physical display of domination as much as the pleasure he was forcing out of her. She kept her eyes on him this time as he pounded deep and hard into her, eager for his own orgasm, which was undoubtedly close. "I don't remember the last time that I saw you this keyed up."
