Rachel's House Ch. 01 - Sex Stories

Rachel's House Ch. 01

... atmosphere and sophistication of her décor, and… then I saw it. The 8-inch beauty of a dildo left on her nightstand from what I could only assume was a recent use. The urge was too much to resist. I wasn’t one for snooping or theft normally, I promise, but… I was just going to borrow it. For an hour or two.

Great, Beth, just great. A new state, a new city, one week in my new home and I’ve ruined it!

I waited at the door, listening for Rachel to storm down the hall, demanding where her dildo was. Yelling for me to pack my things and leave, but what I heard were muffled sounds. Unknown words, groaning, a bed creaking.

They’re doing it.I gasped and moved closer to the wall. The sound was no better, though. There was a full bathroom and a closet between the two rooms. A desperate need sprouted in my chest. My heart raced even before I acted.

Cracking open my door, I slowly stepped out into the dark hall. Lilac-shaded night lights populated the hall, giving the darkness a romantic feel. Creeping down the hallway, the moans became louder, and the sounds of the bed clearer.

“Put it in me, oh god, put it in me right now!” Rachel’s voice bled through the door. The musical note in her voice was somewhere between order and begging. “Ahhh, yes!”

I stood with my head to the door and held my breath as I listened. I should have felt gross for listening in on such an intimate moment. But when I searched for the societal prescribed shame, I was supposed to be hurt, and all I ...

... found was excitement. The thrill of spying on my roommate buzzed around my belly like honey bees circling a bright, gorgeous flower ripe with nectar.

“God, you’re so fuckin’ hard!” Rachel’s dirty talk continued.

My hand moved with a mind of its own as fingers slipped down to my crotch. Through my yoga pants, my left hand rubbed my clit softly but with growing intensity. The speed at which I went from casually masturbating in front of my landlord’s door to furiously doing so happened in the blink of an eye. Awkwardly, I reached out to the doorjamb to steady myself as the first orgasm neared. I had forgotten the dildo was still in my right hand and almost knocked on the door with it. Bowing my legs out and pushing to my tippy toes, I came. Biting my teeth together and flattening my lips so my screams wouldn’t escape like Rachel’s did, I felt lightheaded.

“Ahh, ahhh, oh yes… fuck! Turnover. Lay down on your back,” Rachel ordered her date around like he was a sex toy.

And yet, it made me eager to comply with her commands. Without thought, worry, or inhibition—very uncharacteristic for the old me—I lowered myself to my butt in front of her door as I peeled away one leg of the yoga pants. The wet crotch clung to my lips as I did. Slipping the 8-inch dildo into my mouth, I easily deep-throated it with practiced precision and added an extra layer of spit to it.

The sound of impacts on the bed creaked as Rachel rode her man, just as the tip of Rachel’s dildo pierced my ...