Rachel's House Ch. 01 - Sex Stories

Rachel's House Ch. 01

Chapter one

The tip of my tongue was at the base of the pink dildo, and I traced the wet silicone past the midway point all the way to the round tip of the fake cock. I tasted my juices, the hint of the silicone material in the background, and the faint flavor of my roommate’s pussy. It would have to be faint as the four times in the last thirsty minutes I fucked myself with this pink, slightly curved sex toy. I squirted on it each time with leg-shaking force.

It was sad, my juices washing away hers, but Rachel’s scent still permeated from the dildo. The same smell emitted from her bedroom. The same waft that left me floating after her every time she walked past me in the kitchen. It was a strawberry odor, some kind of lotion she rubbed on her skin each morning and night. It had an orange note at the end, like a chime at the end of a song signaling its end. I had never been more aroused by a scent in my life.

The tip of the dildo crested my lips, and the girth of the shaft pushed into my mouth. My left hand sliding down my curvy breasts, I arched my back on my queen-sized mattress, anticipating the touch of my naked sex.

I had only been roommates with Rachel for a week, and already I had fucked myself so often my pussy lips felt raw and tender. Technically, the twenty-three-year-old woman was my landlord, and I was her tenant. There was something a little demeaning about being a thirty-year-old woman renting a bedroom from a twenty-three-year-old girl. Prior ...

... to my move across the country to start anew, I abused myself with the situation, calling myself a failure. Now, having moved into my bedroom down the hall from Rachel and laying in my bed withherdildo tapping the back of my throat, I found the idea quite attractive.

Me beholding to her. Me subservient to the younger, sexier woman’s ways…

“Mmmm…” I moaned around the toy.

I definitely was attractive. Blond hair that hung down to my shoulders with streaks of bleached highlights. The few pounds I put on in the decade since college only made my butt a little rounder, a few stretch marks appear at the curves around my breasts, and my taut belly softer but not fat.

When I was just about to pull the dildo from one set of lips and insert it into another, I heard the door open and close. I sat up with a start. It wasn’t my bedroom door; it was the front door. Rachel’s door closed next.

Oh, god, what is she doing here? She was on a date with her boyfriend! She specifically told me she was going to stay at his place tonight. She only left an hour ago!

Chapter Two

Looking at the blush pink dildo like it had betrayed me, I stood throwing on the clothes I had piled on the floor beside my bed. Black yoga pants and a pastel-colored shirt with pink cursive writing across the breast of it reading, ‘Go Girl!’ I couldn’t find a bra, so I didn’t bother with one.

One problem at a time.

I had only peaked inside her room just to get a better smell of it. I loved the cozy ...