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As you run through your bedroom in a rush before work, you drop your car keys onto the wooden floor. You step forward to grab them, accidentally kicking them far under your bed. For a moment you wonder if you should wake your roommate, König, to assist since his arms are a lot longer than yours. In the end you decide against it, kneeling down to bend under the bed and grab them.
You kick off your heels, kneeling down. In the tight skirt you wear for work, you aren’t very flexible, but you still get underneath the bed. Your body only makes it so far before you’re forced to try and stretch your hand out as much as you can. The keys are just right out of your reach. In defeat, you pull back, realizing you can’t. Twice more you try before noticing the back of your shirt is hooked on to a metal part.
As you attempt to twist yourself to release the fabric, you realize you can’t. After a few seconds of realizing your situation, you call out for König. He can lift the mattress to unstick your shirt and you can just call in to explain your lateness. Perfect.
König opens his eyes slowly as he hears your voice invade his dreams. He rests there waiting to hear if it was real or not. A few seconds pass before he hears his name again and you sound in distress. In a hurry he jumps from his bed to rush to you. The door flings open and he sees you. Ass up in that tight black skirt that always makes him wear his knees. He’s able to see the lace design of your thigh high stockings as they hug your supple flesh. It’s like Christmas morning.
“König! Oh god- thank you! I need your help!”
“With what?” He asks in a sleepy deep tone as his eyes remain glued to your round ass.
“I’m stuck!”
“Stop messing around.” König rolls his eyes and walks closer.
“I mean it! I’m about to be late for work! My shirt is stuck on—”
“Wait, you’re really stuck?”
“Yes!”
This is just like those bad pornos I watch. He thinks to himself. “How?”
“I was saying!” You snap. “My shirt is stuck on the bed frame and I can’t get it.
König stands there quietly without answering. From the moment he considered being a good guy and simply helping you so you can carry on with your day. But, he’s been so lonely and you’ve been so tempting.
“What do I get?”
“Get?!” You snap annoyed he’s asking for money. “I have $10 in my wallet. O-or I’ll Venmo you $50. Please!”
“I don’t want money.” He says as his cock grows harder.
“I’ll do your half of the apartment chores for a month.”
“Nein. I’m thinking something more…” You feel his hand on the hem of your skirt pulling it up to reveal your black underwear. “Personal.”
“König!” You kick out trying to kick him, but miss. “Fucking pervert!”
“What? You can’t say you haven’t wanted this too.” He speaks as his large hand caresses your rear, squeezing softly. “I see how you look at me.”
“König, I’m going to be late!” You snap, wiggling your ass in a failed attempt to get away from his hands.
“You’re so soft.” He gets on his knees behind you; both hands rests on your hips holding you as he rolls his hips into you, allowing you to feel how hard he is. “You’re already late. Let’s have some fun.”
“If- IF I do, will you help me?”
“Ja, absolutely.” He hooks his finger underneath your underwear and traces the outline with his finger, tugging slightly.
You take a deep breath and take a moment to think about his offer. You’d be lying if you say you haven’t thought about what it would be like with him. He towers over you and the bulge from his pants always catches your eye. Letting out a soft sigh as you agree. “Okay, just please be quick.”
König pauses for a moment in disbelief that you just agreed to this. He quickly pulls down his pants. His heart pounds in his chest as he realizes he finally gets to feel you.
“Do you have a condom?”
“N- no.” König looks at your ass for a moment. “I’ll pull out.”
“You better.”
“I will.”
His fat leaning cock twitches from excitement as he pulls down the fabric of your underwear. No words can describe how perfect you look bent over like this. A real life fuck toy just for him. He leans in and kisses your ass cheeks, the stubble on his face feels scratchy on your soft skin. As his kisses trail down, he inhales deeply to smell your natural scent mixed with your warm vanilla body wash.
With every light touch you can feel a tingle of arousal shoot throughout your whole body. You feel him leave a trail of kisses until he places one between your legs. He pulls away, teasing you. Your body now craves the tension only a wiggling tongue on your clit can give you, but you’re in a rush anyway so you stay quiet.
König spits into his hand and rubs the saliva onto the tip of his cock, using it as lube. Holding the base on his cock, he rubs the tips along your folds only to feel how wet you are. A cocky grin crosses his face. The head of his cock presses against your entrance, slipping in.
“Oh, fuck yes.”
A loud gasp leaves your lips as you feel the thickness of his cock. Your fingers curl, nails digging into your palms as he pushes himself in deeper. Your tight little cunt barely able to accept him as the head of his cock smashes against your cervix. It’s always been a dream to fuck a monster cock, but König is making you realize you weren’t prepared for this.
König’s fingers dig into the supple flesh around your hips, your pussy so warm and tight around him making him feel weak. “So fucking tight.” He groans as he lingers, allowing you to adjust. The small mousey sounds coming from under the bed sound so desperate for more, only making him lose his restraint.
“You like this fat cock, don’t you?” König looks down at his cock as he pulls back before slamming it into you again.
“Shut up.” You say as he knocks the air out of you with his harsh thrust.
“Say it.”
König’s movement slowly begins to pick up. His hips bucking forward like a dog in heat, desperate to feel more of you. He parts your ass more to watch as your tight virgin asshole reacts as his cock ruins your cunt. “Say it.” He spanks you lightly.
“I like your fat cock…” You moan in a pathetically whiny tone.
“There you go.” His voice is laced with a growl. “You love it!”
“I love— your fat cock.” You struggle to say as his thrusts become increasingly harder.
“Ja! Verdammte Schlampe!”
More German profanities leave his lips as his grip becomes increasingly painful. The skin on his balls tighten as he feels himself getting ready to cum. He knows he promised to pull out, but this pussy is just too addicting to not gift his cum. His eyes close as his head drops back, a long and loud moan leaving him as his movement slows to a stop; making sure to shove himself deep inside of you.
You can feel his cock throb. His moans make you realize he just came. You wiggle your ass, only pleasing him more, as you try to pull away. It’s too late. He’s already given you every single drop of cum he had inside of him.
“Seriously!?”
“Ah, I’m sorry.” König says with a chuckle in his voice. “Your pussy just trapped me. I couldn’t pull away.”
“You’re such an ass!” You kick your feet. “Help me out of here, now!”
“Okay, okay. Calm down.” The feeling of lightness consumes him. “Let me just…”
You hear the sound of a camera shutter.
“You did not…”
“Just a happy memory. I won’t share it.” He looks down at the photo of your gaped pussy with some of his cum dripping out before pulling his pants back up to help you.