Sex stories

After university, I started uni and had to get my own place. My parents’ budget wasn’t endless, so I tried crashing with some mates from university. Big mistake. We got along fine in class, but living together? Total chaos. I started hunting for something else. At the bakery, I spotted an ad: an apartment nearby, rent listed as “negotiable.” Figured I had nothing to lose by calling. The landlord, a Maghrebi guy in his forties, picked up. Hot as hell—rugged, piercing eyes, pure alpha vibes. He showed me the place—sweet setup—but when we got to rent, my budget was way below his asking price. I thought it was a bust, too good to be true.

He offered me a soda, and I said yeah, hoping for a in the door. We chatted—or rather, he grilled me: my studies, my life, then it slid to sex. “You straight?” I stammered, “Bi, actually.” His eyes lit up. “You hook up with guys a lot? What do you get off on?” He got handsy—stroking my shoulder, my back, enjoying on my thigh. I was awkward but turned on; his charisma had me hooked. Then he leaned in close, gripping my thigh, face inches from mine. “No dickshit: you’re fucking hot. If you’re down to play with me, I’ll cut you a deal.” I was stunned, speechless. He didn’t wait—kissed me hard, tongue deep, pinned me down, groped me, stripped me. I gave in, horny as fuck despite myself.

I sucked his thick cock—cut, rock-hard. He ate my ass, fingered my hole, then fucked me rough, balls slapping my cheeks. He came inside, pumped a few more thrusts to pack it in. Pulling out, he kissed me: “Move in whenever, you’ll be my bitch, my baby—I’ll treat you right.” I left thinking I’d never bitch myself out for rent. But the roommate mess got worse, and he kept texting: “Come over, I want you.” Weeks later, I caved and moved in.

My parents helped me settle in. He chatted them up—serious, charming, won them over. As they left, he called out, “Don’t worry, he’s in good hands—I’ll take care of him!” They waved from the street by their car; I waved back from the window. Him? Behind me, one hand waving, the other down my tracksuit, fingering my smooth hole. He whispered, “Gonna fuck you good, my bitch—my balls are full for you.” I was already hard, ready to dive into my new life under his command.