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Brian looked down at Stacy. He couldn't believe he might be fucking these huge tits for the last time. The two of them had a good thing going on between them for these past three months. They both had decided not to put a label on their relationship. Instead, they just enjoyed each others company, as well as fucking each other to the point of exhaustion.
All of that would have to was on hold for now. Stacy and her ex-husband had agreed to go on a long trip together. It was their last attempt to see if there was anything between the two of them other than a remarkable friendship.
Stacy's ex-husband, whose name was Michael, knew all about Brian. He also knew that Stacy loved having her big fake tits, fucked by another man. He also knew where she was at this exact moment. That was the thing about being an ex, you had no say in what the other person did, or with who.
"This makes three times now," Stacy said while she held her huge fake tits together.
She had come over to Brian's apartment earlier that to ask him as to how did he want to spend their last day together. Brian had pulled her top down immediately. He had fucked her tits nearly non-stop ever since. They had stopped for a few moments to eat as well as talk for few minutes, but each break was short lived.
"I am not complaining, I just thought there would be something else that you would like to do," she said, smiling up at him.
Brian loved how much Stacy loved sex. She was truly a slut just for Brian. She had told him many times over that the two of them had fucked more times in the past three months, than all of the years Michael and her had been together.
As Brian fucked her tits, he remembered the time Stacy had come to his workplace. She had come to see him wearing a very short skirt with nothing underneath. Brian had bent her over in the storage room. The moment he came inside her she pulled down her skirt, then left.
Now she looked up at him over her huge tits. She was smiling at the faces he was making. Stacy didn't get any satisfaction from him fucking her tits. She knew that he loved it, and that was all she wanted.
"What would you like?" Brian asked.
"Your cum splashed all over my face."
That was his Stacy, his slut. He couldn't count how many times he had cum on her face, in her mouth or inside her. She had said to Brian that her Michael nearly lost it when she had admitted to him that she let Brian cum inside her anytime he wanted. The two of them had been together for years and not once did she allow him to cum inside her.
"I'm cumming," Brian said. She released his dick from its boob prison.
He aimed his cock at her face, and he came hard, shooting ropes of his cum all over her face. She loved it, taking a finger and sliding it across her face then licking it clean. Brian slumped next to her on the bed. She lay her head on his chest.
"How long did you say?" Brian asked, playing with her hair.
"I should be away no longer than two months," she said, circling her finger against his chest. "He rented a small villa by the beach," she said looking up at him. "I will be back, I promise."
Brian had heard that before. When Scarlett had left, she had said that they would keep in touch, which they had for the first few weeks. Then there had been silence from her end. He had sent text after text, but there had been no answer. Then he had called but she never returned any of his calls. He had known this would happen the moment she had left. Everyone had got to her and turned her against him.
"Look at me," Stacy said.
She pulled at his chin, so he was looking at her cum covered face. She looked him dead in his eyes.
"I will be back, barring a huge catastrophic event. I will be back in this bed, with this..." she said as she grabbed a firm grip on his dick. "Buried deep inside me," she said with a smile.
"He won't like that," Brian laughed.
She climbed on top of him, lying between his legs with her face on his chest. She loved lying on top of him, either resting on his back when they were watching a movie or on his chest when they went to bed. He loved her being so close to him.
"He has no choice. I have told him that I love him, and that is the only reason I am going with him. But you will always have me sexually, and physically. He has no choice but to accept that," she shrugged.
Brian shook his head. He didn't know of any man that was willing to be with someone who wanted to have sex and sleep with another man. He knew that he couldn't do it. Sure he loved the sex and the physical aspect of Stacy, but he didn't love her; she had certain aspects to her that drove him crazy. The sex was one of the few things the two of them had in common.
"What are you thinking about?" Stacy asked.
"Nothing much, why?"
"You just poked me," she said with a knowing smile.
He had been thinking about fucking her, so his dick was getting hard again he looked down at her. She smiled back.
"There it goes again, you naughty boy. What is going through that head of yours?"
"How about you bend over, and I will show you."
Stacy jumped sat up then got off of the bed she loved getting fucked from behind. She got off the bed, then turned around facing it. She bent over, spreading her legs wide.
"Waiting," she said with a smile as she waved her ass from side to side.
Brian got off the bed, then got behind her. He slid his dick into her. She was always wet. He pushed himself into her, grabbing her full hips. She took all of his dick into her as he held onto her hips tightly as he began fucking her. He looked at her hands gripping the covers of the bed.
"That's it fuck me," she moaned. "Fuck me like it's the last time," she said, looking over her shoulder.
Brian began to do just that. He began to fuck her as hard as he could, their bodies slapped together with each thrust. She took the pounding; her ass bounced off of him the harder he fucked her. She bent lower, pushing her ass harder against him.
"Oh fuck," she said louder, her fingers gripped and pulled at the covers.
He held onto her hips tighter, pulling back on them. Beads of sweat began to form on his head. He wanted to fuck her as hard as he could, just in case, this was the last time. Then he had an idea.
He took his dick out of her. She immediately reacted, looking back at him confused. There was something he always wanted to try, but he knew she was saving it for the right time with someone she loved. He pulled her ass cheeks apart, lining his dick with her anus. She didn't do anything. She just looked back at him.
She turned back around, gripping the bed covers tighter. He slowly pushed against her. At first, his dick didn't want to go. Then it pierced the small ring the head of his cock pushed slowly into her virgin ass.
"Holy fuck!" she screamed. "Fuck me that hurts!" she yelled.
He reached under her, rubbing her clit with his fingers. He held his dick near to the entrance of her ass so she could slowly adjust to his dick being inside her. She was breathing heavily. Slowly her breathing returned to normal. He slowly pushed more of his dick into her as she bent her head down onto the bed.
"You have a big motherfucking dick," she said.
She reached between her legs pushing his hand away. She started moaning loudly, as she pleasured herself. Brian looked down at his dick he slowly pushed more of it into her. He was nearly halfway into her.
"Fuck, it's tight."
He felt like he was going to cum already. Her ass tightened around his dick squeezing it tightly. He knew he couldn't hold himself back anymore. He held onto her hips as he filled her ass with his cum. Slowly he slid himself out of her. He lay back on the bed.
Stacy looked at him. There was silence. He didn't know what to say. Brian knew that she was saving that experience for something better, but she hadn't tried to stop him either. She smiled then shook her head.
"You're lucky," she said. "If I didn't care for you as much as I do, I would hate you right now."
Brian breathed a sigh of relief. She joined him up on the bed laying beside him. The two of them got to talking, mainly about what just had happened. She was happy it was him, which made Brian feel better. He wanted her first anal experience to be memorable, which it now was.
"I have to go," Stacy said. "Now that I can feel my legs again, I should take the opportunity to get ready for this trip."
Brian walked her down the stairs and outside. She hailed a cab then turned to look at him. The two exchanged a long hug then a kiss. He watched her get in the cab. He stood still as he watched it drive away, he stood there staring into space for a few minutes. That lonely feeling began to creep its way back into him. The same feeling he had when Scarlett had left. He knew there was a chance he might see Stacy again, but it was very slim at this point.
He walked back up to his apartment. The place felt very lonely and quiet now. He fell onto his bed and let sleep take over him.
The next few days were rough on Brian. He was falling behind on bills and showing up late to work which was making his boss come down on him even harder than usual. Since Scarlett had left, his boss had been a pain to deal with, not just for Brian but everyone in the office.
"Brian!" his boss yelled. "Come to my office," he slammed his office door behind him.
Brian reluctantly got up then slowly walked over to the office door. He opened the door then took a seat. Jake, his boss, was sitting on the other side of the table staring at him. If he had been Superman, he would have bored two holes through Brian's face.
Brian hated the man. He played favorites with the co-workers, there were others who were treated just like Scarlett had been and they could do no wrong. Then there were people like Brian, who got treated like dirt.
"What's this?" Jake finally said, throwing some papers across the table.
Brian took a look at them. They were his papers on an account that he was supposed to manage. He sat back in his chair looking them over. He knew what was wrong with them. Anybody could see what was wrong with them. The truth of the matter was that Brian was beginning to get lazy, and his work was starting to show it.
"I will retype it," Brian sighed.
"No, you won't," Jake replied.
"Are you going to fire me? Is that it?" Brian asked.
"It's on the table," Jake said. "You going to quit?"
Brian couldn't afford to leave. He was barely keeping up with the rent now. As much as he hated it, he needed this job. He shook his head.
"Well, I will have someone clean this shit up, at the least they can try to fix most of the errors so it will be satisfactory for our clients. You, on the other hand, will start over."
Brian heard what his boss meant by starting over. He was getting a demotion so that he would no longer be working on this floor. He was being sent back downstairs to be with tech support, where he began. Running around fixing computers, printers, and whatever else decided not to work. Also, he was losing some of his pay, not a significant amount but enough to make paying the bills a lot harder.
He could quit, he could tell his boss to shove it, but that wasn't really an option. Brian couldn't afford to leave; if he had another job to fall back on he would take that paper and tear it up. He sat there looking at his boss. He knew what this was about; Scarlett had told Brian that Jake was jealous of their friendship. Downgrading him to tech support was his way of getting back at Brain.
"Fine," Brian said as he stood up. "When do I start over?" he said sarcastically.
"Tomorrow."
Brian's work life had become hell. Anytime anything broke on the fifth floor they specifically called for him. He watched as someone who had no accounting skills at all take his place. That person was now in his cubicle, everything that had belonged to Brian was thrown into the trash.
The people that he had once called friends and co-workers made fun of him at every opportunity they got. They called him up there for everything from a paper jam in the printer to an ink cartridge replacement.
One night he came home from work, his feet hurt from going up and down between floors. He was tired he threw his stuff into the corner of the room, then fell back onto the couch. There was a loud knock on the door. Brian shook his head. He wasn't going to get up.
"It's Mr. Andersen!" the person yelled from behind the door.
Brian jumped up from the couch. It was the landlord. Brian was already a month behind on the rent. He got up then slowly opened the door. The large man walked into the apartment. Mr. Andersen had been a body builder in his prime, but now he was just a huge man that was big in all the wrong places.
"Got the money?" he asked looking around. He was looking at the empty apartment.
"This week," Brian lied, he knew he couldn't pay it, he still had other bills that needed immediate attention.
"You said that last week."
Brian nodded. Mr. Andersen looked down at Brian. He shook his head, then walked towards the door. He gave Brian two weeks to pay what was owed, or he would find someone else that would pay the rent on time.
Brian closed the door then sat down on the couch. He knew what he had to do, there was no way to get around it, he had to find a new roommate. He had been putting it off for a while now. Brian opened up his laptop, then found the information he had used the last time he put the other room up for rent. He copied then pasted it he was about to hit accept when his phone rang.
"Hey," he said with a smile. It was Stacy. He hadn't heard from her since she left.
"Sorry, it's been a while, you should see the beach. It is breathtaking," she said.
Stacy told him everything she also sent him pictures of the beach, with it's crashing waves over a broad rock face. She also stated that the relationship between her Michael was getting rekindled. Brian listened to her. He felt that she was telling him that she wasn't coming back to him.
"But I miss the bar, and I miss the weather too, can you believe that?" she asked.
"Thought you were glad to get away from the cold?" Brian said with a smile.
"Right? No, I do miss it. But most of all I miss being fucked to death," she said.
There was a moment of silence as Brian didn't know if he heard the last part of that right. Was he supposed to ask her to repeat it or something? She was silent as well.
"Did you hear me?" she asked.
"Yeah, but I didn't think..." he began to say before she interrupted him.
"You thought because I said, our relationship was getting better. It would mean I would give you up?"
"Yeah, actually I did."
"Listen, Brian," she said.
Stacy told him about the things she and the ex-husband had discussed. The main thing they had reached a dead end on was Brian. Stacy wasn't backing down from having Brian as a fuck buddy who she could spend the night with if she wanted too. Michael wasn't too keen on someone else fucking his soon-to-be-remarried wife.
"So that's where we are at," Stacy said. "I am not giving you up, Brian. I don't care if it means we don't get remarried."
This news had made Brian's day, at least there was one part of his life that would remain the same. She asked him what was going on with him. He took a deep breath then let it all out. She listened to him, without interrupting. When he got to the part about putting the other room up for rent, she stopped him.
"I think I can help with that."
"How so?"
"I have a friend, a good friend that needs a place. She needs to get out of the current situation that she is in," Stacy said a bit unsure of herself.
"I feel a 'but' coming on," Brian said.
"She is rough around the edges, and frankly she is blunt, very blunt."
"I can handle blunt. Can she pay for her half?"
"She can pay for both of you if she wanted to."
"What does she do?"
"Brian, you know me. I don't tell other people's business."
"That bad, huh?"
"Tell you what, since you owe me. I will tell her where to find my key so that she can move in by next week."
"Owe you how?"
"Remember the other night, when you shoved that huge dick of yours up my ass?" she said a bit too loud.
Brian heard a male's voice yelling. Then he heard Stacy trying to explain something. There was silence then he couldn't hear anything. He hung up the phone, He looked down at the screen on the laptop, then deleted everything. It couldn't be that bad, whatever it was.
Brian had all but forgotten the conversation he had with Stacy about the friend moving in, so when he came home and got up to his floor he saw to his surprise that the door to his apartment wide open. There were boxes and some furniture out in the hallway. Brian was quite taken aback and it wasn't until he got closer that he remembered about his new room-mate.
He heard a female's voice yelling from inside his apartment. He couldn't quite get to the door because of all the stuff parked at the entrance to the apartment.
"Son of a fucking bitch!" the female's voice yelled. "Just fucking go! You're fucking useless!" she shouted as two men came to the door, they pushed stuff out the way, then ran past Brian and were down the stairs, before he could say hi.
"Hello," Brian said.
"What?" she yelled.
Brian finally stepped over a few boxes, and into his apartment. He looked around for the female voice. But couldn't find it. Then a woman stepped out from the kitchen.
"What do you want?" she asked with her hands on her hips.
She was gorgeous. That was the first thought that came into his head. 'Stunning' was the second word that came to mind. She had deep black hair with blonde highlighted tips which fell just past her shoulders. She had stunningly bright green eyes.
Her body was well toned, and at the moment, her tan skin had a thin layer of sweat over it. She was wearing a black tank top, with short jean shorts, that stopped just at mid thigh. Her chest was huge; that was the biggest word Brian could think of at this moment. They were bigger than Stacy's which was saying something.
"Hey you," she said poking Brian in the chest. "They don't talk, my mouth does, and it's up here."
"Sorry...I am Brian," Brian stammered as he held out his hand.
"Oh shit!" she said, walking backward allowing Brian to step all the way into his apartment finally. "I lost track of the time," she said, as she looked at her watch. "Amanda," she said holding out her hand.
"Hi Amanda, let's get your stuff inside," Brian said.
The two got to work on bringing everything inside. It took the rest of the day and late into the evening. During this time, Brian found out a few things about his new roommate.
She was from Texas originally; she still had a bit of an accent. The situation she was leaving was a very jealous girlfriend who didn't trust Amanda with anything or anybody. This statement led to Amanda bluntly telling him that she was bisexual and that she was very vocal in bed.
He told her about Scarlett, his job, and how he had met Stacy. She laughed, as it seemed she knew all about that already. Amanda let Brian know that Stacy raved about him and his 'third leg', as Amanda called it.
The size of his dick started an interesting conversation about size comparisons. Since Amanda had begun the conversation about sizes, Brian decided to run with it. He took the opportunity to ask about her chest. She was bigger than Stacy, a lot bigger in fact, and just like Stacy's they were fake. Unlike Stacy, who went with saline implants. Amanda had string implants, which Brian had never heard of, but he made a note to himself to read about it later.
"Well that's all of it," Amanda said, as they were finally able to close the door.
Brian looked at the apartment. It looked full again. There was another couch, a love seat and an entertainment center on the far wall. She had also brought another television as well as other things that made the apartment look lived in again.
"Sorry, I didn't know you were coming," Brian said looking in the fridge. "All I have is..."
"I know, I looked in there," Amanda said. "So what do you do for food around here?"
Brian smiled. He had tons of places from which he ordered from, nearly on a daily basis. He admitted to her that he was a dreadful cook. He opened the drawer, then pulled out all the pamphlets of the local places that delivered.
She just shook her head, then teased him about eventually teaching him how to cook. They agreed to Mexican. Amanda picked up her phone to place the order when the door knocked loudly.
Brian opened it and Mr. Andersen stepped into the apartment pushing his way past Brian. He took a look around again like he always did. He stood at a stand still as he looked at Amanda. She was bending over on the newly placed kitchen table. Her shorts were barely covering her ass cheeks.
Brian coughed loudly to get her attention. She turned around then finished up the order. Amanda stood there staring up at the tall man standing just inside the doorway. She didn't look amused. Brian tried to get his landlord's attention, but he kept staring at her.
"Can I fucking help you?" Amanda said putting the phone down.
"Yes, who are you?" Mr. Andersen asked as he stepped forward to greet her.
"First off, none of your business, second why are you just strolling around our apartment?" she said. She didn't seem like she going to back down from the large man.
"He's the landlord," Brian said.
"And?" Amanda asked.
"If you're the new roommate he is behind on the rent," Mr. Andersen said looking down on Amanda.
"How much?" Amanda said, pushing the giant man out of her way.
"Half of one month's payment," Mr. Andersen chuckled. "I have a new tenant ready..." he said, but he stopped when Amanda showed him the money.
"Half month's rent and the next month's payment in cash," she said holding out a huge amount of money. "I want a receipt."
Mr. Andersen was speechless. His hand dived into his back pocket, getting his notebook out. He gave her the receipt. Amanda took it from him then she started yelling at him. She told him off for stepping inside the apartment without being invited inside, as well as many other things. By the time the man left, he was apologizing to both of them which Brian had never heard him do.
"I will pay you back," Brian said as they sat down to eat.
"Bullshit," Amanda laughed as she looked at me with a smile, he loved the way she smiled. "You can't afford to," she shrugged. "Tell you what. You put up with me for a year, and we will call it even?"
They shook hands. The dinner was great, better than anything he could cook. He showed her around the apartment, even though there was nothing left to show except the bedrooms.
There was a connecting bathroom between the two rooms. He pointed out the obvious, the sink nearest to her door was hers, and the other was his. The general rule of thumb was that, if she was using the bathroom, she was to lock his door, and he would do the same if he were in there. There was a half bathroom in the living room that had a sink and a toilet.
Amanda smiled again as he mentioned that the walls between the rooms were paper thin. He told her about the roommate and Scarlett incident when he could easily hear them fucking. She laughed and told him to get headphones to place over his ears.
After they finished walking around. She went into her room so she could put away her personal things while he sat on the couch. He stared at the new television as he had been watching shows on his computer monitor.
She came out to join him. He glanced at her then quickly went back to watching tv. She was wearing boy shorts that were even shorter than the jean shorts she had been wearing before, and a white tank top that barely covered her massive chest. When she moved, he could clearly see her underboob.
"Sorry, I like being comfortable," she said with a shrug.
Brian just smiled. She sat in the chair that was next to the couch. She curled up by pulling her feet up close to her. Her massive chest pushed together and up creating the deepest cleavage he had seen. His dick throbbed hard in his pants.
Brian could wait until Stacy got back so that he could take out all of his sexual frustration on her.
"You still haven't asked me something," Amanda said.
He could barely make out her face in the dark room even with the glow of the television, but he knew she was smiling. He didn't know what it could be. They had talked about a lot while moving everything.
"What do I do?" she asked.
Brian nodded, he didn't want to ask; he had a few guesses, one of which he didn't want to bring up. She just shook her head and he could see clearly even in the darkness her black hair going from side to side.
"No, I am not a stripper, or an escort, or a hooker," she said. "I work as a cam model, and I sometimes do some photo shoots," she said.
None of those were even on his list. He didn't even know there was a job for cam modeling. She came over to him sitting cross-legged on the other side of the couch. She told him exactly what she did.
Brian thought it was very basic; she would get on a cam and do things that the guys would ask. If she felt like doing any of the requests she would, if not, she didn't. It always ranged from stripping to masturbating. She had a clear cut rule of not seeing any of the guys, even for private sessions which Brian found admirable; not letting people get close to her was a good thing.
It was just after midnight when they stopped talking they began to say goodnight. Brian went to the front door to make sure it was locked.
"Brian?" Amanda had said before she went into her room. "Thanks," she smiled.
"For?"
"You know, letting me stay," she shrugged.
"Should thank you. You paid for the rent."
"That's just money, taking me in, that means a lot more to me than money,"
"Well, you can stay here as long as you want."
Amanda smiled then went into her room. Brian let out a breath. Staying here just got a little complicated. He could already see himself falling for his new roommate.
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