"The Roommate" with Sophie Blair

[TheLW]

The Roommate
With Sophie Blair
Written by TheLW
Codes: MF, Alcohol, Cream Pie, Interracial, Tit Fuck, Toy
Disclaimer: This FICTIONAL story was written for entertainment purposes only.

Sophie sat there in bed, staring at the screen of her laptop, something she had been doing for the past hour. "Ugh" she let out in frustration, as she hit the backspace key, deleting what was her sixth attempt at writing up an ad for a roommate.

She bit her lip, thinking about how to balance being clear yet enticing. This wasn’t just about finding someone to share rent, she wanted more. Someone who could keep up with her wild nights, share her space, and maybe... more.

Her fingers hovered over the keys, then started typing again...

Room for Rent… And Maybe More

$270/week | All bills included | Other Perks Include Me

I'm Sophie Blair... gorgeous blonde, built to distract, and absolutely not shy about what I want. I’ve got a room up for rent in my apartment, and I’m looking for a real man to fill it… and maybe a few other things too.

- Fully furnished room… but don’t be surprised if we end up in mine sometimes.

- Shared spaces, shared showers… shared nights.

- Let’s just say sleepovers won't be rare, if you're lucky, they'll be a regular thing.

You must be built, confident, and packing something that’s hard to ignore. Clean, respectful, but definitely not vanilla. I like my men like I like my nights, long, hard, and a little unpredictable.

If you’re ready for a place that feels like home, and a roommate who might just crawl into your bed some nights wearing nothing but a smile, then don’t waste time.

Send me a message. Let’s see if we click. Or bang. Maybe both.

Sophie Blair.

She smiled, reading it over. This time, she knew it was exactly what she wanted. With a confident click, she hit “post.” Now, the waiting game began.

Within minutes, Sophie's phone buzzed. She glanced down to see the first message pop up, from a guy named Landon.

“Saw your ad. Interested. Let’s see if you can handle me.”

Her lips curled into a sly smile. This was exactly the kind of bold she liked.

As the evening went on, more messages trickled in, each with their own style, some flirty, some confident, some downright cheeky.

“Room for rent and a little extra? Sounds like my kind of deal. I’m confident, built, and love a little unpredictability. When can I move in?” - Liam

“You had me at ‘shared showers.’ I’m all about long nights and no regrets. Let’s make your place the hottest spot in town.” - Jake

“Gorgeous blonde offering more than just a room? Count me in. I’m built to keep up and then some. Let’s see if you can handle my big black cock.” - Marcus

Sophie found herself intrigued, amused, and increasingly excited, as she responded back to her potential roommate.

To Liam: "Confidence is sexy, Liam. But can you back it up when the lights go down? Let’s find out."

To Jake: "Shared showers are just the start. If you think you can keep up, maybe you should come see for yourself."

To Marcus: "Handle you? Oh, sweetheart, I don’t just handle, I take control. You sure you’re ready for that kind of challenge?"

Sophie set up interviews with the men over the course of the next three days.

Day 1 - Meeting Liam

Sophie slid into the cozy corner of the coffee shop just as Liam arrived, looking relaxed but confident. He smiled when he saw her.

“So, this is your place?” he asked, nodding toward the table.

“Close enough,” Sophie teased, stirring her latte. “Tell me, Liam, what makes you the roommate I can’t live without?”

He leaned in, voice low, “I’m respectful, clean, and I’m not just here to crash. I’m here to make sure the nights we share are unforgettable.”

Sophie raised an eyebrow. “Promises to keep, huh? Maybe, we’ll see if you can deliver.”

Day 2 - Meeting Jake

Jake was already waiting when Sophie arrived, casually dressed but with an undeniable edge in his look.

“So, Jake,” Sophie started, “what’s the deal? Why should I rent you the room?”
Jake smiled, eyes glinting. “Because I’m here for the long nights and the short mornings. You want fun? I'll bring it.”

Sophie laughed softly. “I like a man who knows what he wants.”

He reached across the table, brushing a stray lock of hair from her face. “Then let’s not waste time.”

“Maybe,” Sophie tells him “...but I’ve got one interview to go.”

Day 3 - Meeting Marcus

Marcus arrived last, the confident swagger in his step impossible to miss.

“You look exactly like your pictures,” he said, his voice deep.

Sophie smirked. “Flattery will get you everywhere.”

He settled in, eyes locked on hers. “Look, I’m not here to play games. I want in, on the room, and maybe more.”

Sophie’s heartbeat quickened. “I don’t do half measures, Marcus. Either you’re all in, or you don’t bother showing up.”

Later that evening, Sophie sat on her bed, laptop open but forgotten as she replayed the interviews in her mind.

Liam was steady, reliable, the kind of guy you could count on to keep the place in order. But part of her worried he might be too predictable. Was that what she wanted? Predictable didn’t exactly scream excitement.

Jake had that wild, intoxicating edge. The way he looked at her made her pulse quicken. He promised fun, and she felt it just being near him. But could she trust that thrill to last beyond a few nights?

And then there was Marcus, raw, intense, unapologetically dominant. He stirred something fierce inside her, a mix of desire and challenge. He was the wild card, the risk, the temptation she didn’t know if she could, or wanted to, resist.

Sophie bit her lip. She wasn’t just picking a roommate. She was choosing the person she intended to share her sexual side with.

Her fingers hovered over the keyboard. With a slow smile, Sophie typed a quick message: “Marcus, you’re moving in. But be warned, I don’t do boring.”

She hit send and leaned back, heart pounding with anticipation.

The next night, the door clicked shut behind Marcus as he stepped inside, a duffel bag slung over his shoulder. The place smelled like vanilla and something sweeter, her perfume, maybe.

Sophie leaned against the kitchen counter, wine glass in hand, dressed casually… but just casual enough to leave Marcus wondering if it had been intentional. She smirked.

“Welcome home, roomie.” Sophie says to him.

“Home, huh? You always greet your roommates like this?” Marcus answers back.

“Only the ones who say they don’t do boring.”

She slid a second glass toward him and motioned to the couch. The two sat close, they talked, laughed, and got to know one another better over Thai takeout. The wine bottle sat mostly empty now. Sophie was curled sideways on the couch, her legs tucked up beside her, one hand holding her wine glass, the other playing idly with a strand of her hair. Marcus sat just across from her, one arm resting over the back of the couch, relaxed, but watching her with that same focused intensity from earlier.

Sophie stood up, grabbing both glasses and walking them to the kitchen. Marcus watched her, not just the sway in her steps, but the confidence behind them. She turned back around just before disappearing down the hallway.

“Don’t stay up too late, Marcus.” Sophie called back, as she entered her bedroom.

Shortly thereafter, Marcus decided to do the same, as he headed to his room, to unpack his duffle bag, he heard it, a soft moan. It was faint, but unmistakable. Coming from down the hall.

Sophie’s door was slightly ajar. Curiosity tugged at him, and he stepped lightly, quietly, closer.

Through the narrow opening, Marcus could see her.

Sophie, half-sitting up in bed, sheets barely covering her waist. One hand resting between her thighs. The other gripping the headboard. Eyes closed, lip caught between her teeth. She let out another soft, needy sigh. The vibrating toy she had, between her legs, was buzzing, as more moans escaped.

She whispered something under her breath. He couldn’t quite make it out… until she said it louder.

“…Marcus…”

Quietly, he pushed the door open the rest of the way.

Sophie didn’t flinch. Her eyes were still closed, her lips parted in a soft gasp, chest rising and falling. She hadn’t noticed him yet, as she continued to rub the toy over her pussy.

Marcus stepped inside, slow and calm, shutting the door behind him with a gentle click.

Her eyes fluttered open.

For a moment, nothing moved. The air between them was electric, charged with silence and unsaid things.

When she saw him, really saw him, her hand stilled, but she didn’t pull away.

"Took you long enough," Sophie says to him with a devilish grin "I was starting to think you weren't coming to give me that "big black cock" you talked about."

"Oh, I meant every word of it."

"Then why don't you get over here" Sophie says "and show me, that you're not playing games."

With that, Marcus walks across the remainder of Sophie's room, making his way to her queen size bed, as she shifts over, allowing her new roommate onto her bed. Marcus reaches over to where Sophie's hand is, pressing the vibrator hard against her sex mound. The soft hum of the toy still buzzed faintly between them, as Marcus leaned over, giving Sophie a kiss on the lips, at the same time a moan escapes her mouth. For the next couple of moments, Marcus controlled the vibrator, coating it with the gorgeous blondes clam juice.

Marcus notices a bottle of oil on a nearby nightstand, leaning over he grabs it and hands it over to Sophie, as he strips out of his clothes. Seconds later, Marcus found his big black cock between Sophie's perfectly round tits, sliding it in an up and down motion, as she pops open the bottle of oil, pouring some of the substance out all over her breasts and his nine-inch rock hard prick. The Aussie babe reached down grabbing her nipples, as she pinched and pulled on them. Sophie thrust her chest forward, firmly gripping her tits, pressing them against the black cock of Marcus.

As much as Marcus was enjoying this, and he truly was, what he really wanted to do, was fuck his new roommate Sophie, something he wanted to do, since he first laid eyes on her. So with that said, Marcus grabs Sophie by the legs, pulling her to the edge of the bed, as he gets into position, placing one of Sophie's legs onto his shoulder, right before plunging his shaft into her awaiting snatch.

"Oh God, Oh God" Sophie cries out in pleasure.

Marcus manages to get a good rhythm going, as he relentlessly thrusts in and out of her clam, like a jackhammer pulverizing the ground, the black man pounds away at the blond hard and fast. Marcus eagerly pounds away at Sophie's sex hole, rocking back and forth.

"You know, I think I'm going to love this living arrangement," Marcus tells the blond stunner.

"You and me both, stud."

At one point the two of them switched up positions, as Marcus sits on the edge of the bed, Sophie gets on top, so she faces him. The gorgeous blonde proceeds to bounce up and down, riding Marcus’ pole shaft. Sophie continues to gyrate her hips back and forth, riding his big black cock, in the lotus position, for everything she's worth. Sophie shifts her weight a bit, as she wraps her legs around Marcus' hips, leaning backwards all the while her new roommate is balls deep inside of her.

"So good."

Marcus shows off his strength, as he stands up still holding Sophie, lifting her up and slamming her back down on his dick, before eventually dropping her onto the bed. Sophie gets on all fours, looking back at him with a devilish grin, as Marcus comes from behind, inserting himself into her already well fucked snatch. They continue to fuck doggy style for the next fifteen minutes straight, as Sophie lets out a primal shriek, orgasming all over the cock pumping in and out of her.

Damn near exhausted, Sophie slumps onto the mattress, with Marcus still on top of her, he presses his body fully against hers, creating maximum stimulation. It doesn't take much longer, before Marcus is nearing his climax, his cock starts to spasm and a surge of cum comes rocketing out into Sophie's cunt.

Marcus lays on his back, one arm behind his head, the other resting gently across Sophie’s waist. She was curled against him, cheek resting on his chest, a lazy smile on her lips.

After a few blissful moments, she tilts her head up and looking at him with a teasing glint in her eye.

“You know…” she began, voice still husky from the night’s intensity, “the ad did say ‘shared showers.’”

Marcus raises an eyebrow, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. “Did it now?”

She gives a small, dramatic sigh. “Mmhmm. And I definitely need one. After all that.” She runs a playful finger down his chest. “Unless you’re too tired.”

He chuckles. “Too tired? Not a chance.”

Sophie grins, sitting up and stretching just enough to make sure he was watching. “Then get moving, roommate. Let’s make sure we’re following all the terms of the lease.”

Marcus slides out of bed behind her, that familiar spark dancing in his eyes again. “You’re lucky I’m big on sticking to agreements.”

As Sophie grabs a towel and makes her way to the bathroom, she calls over her shoulder, “Oh, I know.”

He follows close behind.

The End