Featured Volleyball Players, Part 1
It was unbelievable how fortunate I was. In this new city, I found myself in need of both a residence and a roommate. Through my new job, I met a colleague who introduced me to her friend who supposedly was looking for a third roommate. Upon learning this, I discovered Sofia and Kate were the two girls residing in a downtown apartment. They were both college students and active members of their school's volleyball team. Conveniently, they were both wearing their volleyball gear, comprising mini shorts and sports bras while giving me a tour.
These two beauties were a contrast of personalities and appearances. Sofia was a vivacious brunette, bursting out of her volleyball attire with her lush figure, especially her massive bosom, which left me unable to focus on much else. With her round face, large eyes, and full lips, she represented the very definition of a seductive woman. Sofia carried the conversation effortlessly throughout the visit. She oozed sex appeal, and merely catching a glimpse of her was ample motivation for anyone to fantasize about her.
Conversely, Kate was an entirely different individual. She exhibited grace and poise, retaining a lean frame and a chiseled body, accentuated by her revealing sports bra. Her hair was confined in a ponytail, leaving her delicate facial features in plain view. She bore similarities to Ariana Grande with her high cheekbones, slim nose, almond-shaped eyes, and thin lips. Sofia was sultry, alluring, but Kate resembled an iconic beauty. Looking at Kate was daunting, to say the least. I sensed her glare a few times, and I would be lying if I claimed I didn't stare at Sofia's plump derriere.
Their abode seemed relatively ordinary, featuring compact bedrooms, a communal living room and a kitchen. Their apartment also displayed art pieces and unfinished canvases, as well as lingerie draped on the shower. Sofia led me through the spare room that would be my new sleeping area, and, despite its diminutive space, I made apparent my interest in occupying it. A few days later, I moved in.
At the age of 26, I was a year or two older than the girls and had been transferred to a different office recently, driven by my professional aspirations. Since I was not yet earning a substantial salary, I had no choice but to share the apartment. I aimed to show how respectful and considerate I would be in living with them. Undoubtedly, I had been enamored by these girls upon meeting them, but it was also something I relished after we first met.
My interactions with the girls validated my initial impressions. Sofia exuded warmth and optimism and was perpetually radiant. She even cooked us dinner on the first night, which I wholeheartedly appreciated. Kate, on the other hand, seemed somewhat hesitant to accept me as a roommate. I attempted to establish a rapport with her, but most of my attempts to converse with her were unsuccessful, even when the three of us spent time together. I made it a point to complete all chores promptly, such as clearing the dinner table.
Sofia openly flaunted her body with barely any clothing, which kept me aroused at all times. Kate, however, preferred yoga pants and sports bras, but she still seemed alluring. Kate sought to further her education in business and would regularly attend classes. She usually spent her weekends at her boyfriend's place, Blaine, a courteous man, but I found rather uninteresting. I observed Kate mostly during weeknights, studying on the couch with her books, her flat stomach exposed, her feet dangling, and her legs in yoga pants. In my fantasies, she'd stop studying, glance up at me, assert she needed a break, and then entice me to join her and perform oral sex while reclining on the couch. Sadly, she barely even glanced at me when I walked past.
While Sofia appeared more laid back about her art studies, rarely attending classes, she would couch it as "taking it easy." Sofia's boyfriend lived in Italy, so their conversations took place largely through text messages. He managed to intrigue me with the few sentences I overheard, and as a result, spent plenty of time fantasizing about Sofia in her tight clothing.
My work schedule required me to be in the office no more than two or three days a week, which meant I spent a considerable amount of time with Sofia, regularly fantasizing about her while she interacted with me.
I attempted to act courteously, understanding that the girls were out of my realm and desiring to stealthily conceal my longing for the two of them. However, Sofia created it challenging. She evidently grasped her allure, appearing as if her hips swayed instinctively while she walked, revealing her generous derriere. One night I was in the living room on a chair as Kate lounged on the sofa in bare feet, working on a presentation. Sofia walked from her room wearing a t-shirt and panties, causing her buttocks to slightly poke out as she passed. My semi-erection heightened from observing Kate's exposed feet dangling as she reclined face down on the sofa, and I progressed into a full-on hard-on viewing my other roomie's derriere. I was ensnared in a dreamy state when I heard "Brad, could you reach in the closet for me?" from Sofia in her sugary accent.
She was gesturing towards above the fridge, and without consideration, I stood up to assist her.
"Oh mio dio!" Sofia exclaimed, "Kate, investigate Brad." She was pointing at my crotch, and I and Kate simultaneously observed my bulge.
I lowered myself clumsily, attempting to hide myself slightly but, of course, it was too late. Sofia was chuckling while Kate seemed amused and disgusted.
"Hey...put your hands on your side...show her!" Sofia insisted. Despite my desire to vanish into the floor, I obeyingly stood straighter, exposing my rock-hard erection to Sofia and Kate.
Sofia pointed and chuckled once more as Kate's look contained what seemed like...pity?
"Sofia, you are quite the tease!" Kate remarked with a touch of a smile. "Poor Brad can't help his desperation when you parade around semi-naked!" my cock twitched involuntarily and Sofia burst into another fit of laughter.
"Brad, we can't have you strutting around like that." Kate said. "You need to head to your room and take care of yourself." I glimpsed over at her, and she signaled to my room, snapping her fingers then hurriedly added, "Now!...and return once you've concluded."
My face was crimson hotter than it had ever been as I slinked into my room, disoriented from the humiliation. I moiled my trousers down and set about executing Kate's command with minimal forethought, jerking off and almost immediately reaching the climax as I envisioned Kate chastising me while observing Sofia wiggling her naked butt. I expelled into a handful of tissues and waited a moment before resuming my rapport with the girls. I drew nearer and approached them cautiously. I was about to sit in the chair, but Kate compelled me to stay standing.
"Now." Kate said in a domineering tone. "Although it may not be a simple task for you to direct your passion with two attractive females around, I believe you need to make amends to Sofia, as well as to both of us, for your conduct.
Having settled my arousal, I heard Kate's words clearly and profusely begged for forgiveness. Sofia chuckled while Kate studied me as I bumbled through it, repeating myself and endeavoring to pacify her.
"You need to exert more effort." Kate said softly. "I desire you to manage all the chores for the rest of the week. The cooking, the dishes, the cleaning, the laundry..."
I agreed swiftly, grateful that performing these tasks would mitigate the tension.
"And no more erections!" Kate announced with a wryed grin as Sofia erupted into hysterical laughter.
I meticulously executed the chores for the following days, thoroughly cleaning the property, undertaking the laundry, cooking delectable meals. I endeavored to evade the girls as much as possible due to a confluence of embarrassment and wishing to avoid making an error. Saturday evening, Kate dressed impeccably for an outing, but called Sofia and I over and informed me, "Brad, you've done a superb job with the chores and you have managed to suppress your arousal. I smiled, realizing that jerking off in my room had paid off.
"I like how neat the property is, I reckon you should preserve this responsibility."
It didn't seem debatable, yet I concurred. "Good lad." she declared simply. "I'm off now. I left my attire on the floor if you fancy doing a final cycle." I thanked her as Sofia chortled and Kate was gone.
When I ascended from the laundry room later, Sofia lounged on the couch and smoked marijuana, clad in the same shirt and panties that had captivated me a week earlier. She instructed me, "Come sit close to me." I apologized for my involvement in causing her trouble but she countered, "I've always been somewhat of a tease. I revel in knowing I possess a certain...kind of...influence over males in that way." I couldn't pinpoint if it was her outfit, her accent, or her admission or the idea of her possessing influence over me but my penis hardened. "Even with my teachers at school, I would cross my legs, flaunt a small smile, just to be aware I drove them stir-crazy."
I shifted a bit in my chair as I looked at her, a smirk gracing her lips. "You're aroused right now, aren't you?"
I didn't respond, feeling myself flush with embarrassment. "Stand up," she commanded. I remained seated, my heart pounding in my chest. She repeated herself, and I stood, my erection pressing against my pants for all the world to see.
She glanced at me with wide eyes. "Oh my!" she exclaimed. "Kate wouldn't approve of that!" With that, she brought out her phone and snapped a photo. "What should we do?"
I remained silent, my eyes darting around the room, unsure of how to respond. But my cock twitched, and she couldn't help but smirk.
"Show me," she requested, her eyes locked onto me. "Show me your...um...penis."
I froze. This was like a twisted reflection of my fantasies...me exposing myself for Sofia's amusement instead of arousal. I knew I didn't really have a choice. My hands trembled as I untied the laces on my sweatpants and pulled them down. They pooled at my ankles, and I looked at her again before removing my underwear. My rock-hard cock sprang free, jutting out proudly.
"Hmm," she mused. "It's not massive, but it's certainly eager!" She snickered, still staring at my erection. My body burned with humiliation as I stood there, baring all for my roommate.
"Take care of it," she instructed sternly. "Here, right now, while telling me you can't resist me."
I knew there was no backing down now. I wanted to obey her...I needed to do as she said. My hands shook as I began masturbating before her. "None on me!" she warned.
"Forgive me," I muttered, image after image of Sofia and me flashing through my mind. "I can't resist you. You're so sexy. I would do anything for you."
She smiled knowingly. "That's right. Now cum for me. I want to see it."
I hastily masturbated myself to climax, taking care to spray the floor and not her.
When I was finished, she simply said, "You're weak, but you know what your role is...I enjoy that."
When I stood up, she pressed a kiss to my cheek. "I'm leaving for Italy in two days to visit my family and my boyfriend. But don't forget, you're my pet."
The first few days without Sofia were quieter in the apartment. Always, before Kate arrived, I would make sure to masturbate, occasionally imagining Sofia smirking at me as I did so. Sometimes I pictured her boyfriend, his hand caressing her ass, while I pretended to be the one doing it.
Sofia may be gone, but Kate was strict with cleanliness. If her bed wasn't made properly, she'd scold me, making me feel excited in the strangest way.
One night, she came home from a night out and insisted that we go to the party her co-worker was hosting. Blaine was out of town, so I agreed to be Kate's designated driver.
The party was fun...there were all the tall, fit girls from Kate's volleyball team, as well as the hostess. What a sight it was, looking out over the sea of hot women as they laughed and drank. Kate was refilling her shots within minutes, and soon found herself snuggled up with a guy who wasn't her boyfriend. I couldn't help but grow a curiosity as I watched the way he fondled her ass. I wanted nothing more than to reach out and stroke that shapely derriere.
But then, I caught the attention of a girl named Olivia. She was much taller than me at 5'11" and incredibly skinny. She didn't have a pretty face, but she had a warmth in her smile and seemed genuinely happy to meet me. As she won a drinking game, I leaned forward to give her a kiss. What started as a simple peck turned into a passionate make-out session. It had been so long since I'd been with a woman, and the excitement of finally getting there was palpable.
My hand was just about to slip under her skirt when Kate tapped my shoulder. "Can you drive us home, please?"
"Umm...perhaps we can stay a little longer?"
Kate looked me up and down, her gaze lingering on my crotch. "No. Let's go now."
I nodded, understanding her command as I had all too often in the past. "Alright."
"And don't forget what I said about not having girls in the apartment."
Kate took a moment before I queried Olivia about her living circumstances. She resided in a shared dorm with two others, ruling out her place as an option. I secured her number and dropped her off prior to escorting Kate and her new guy back to their apartment. Their amorous display in the back seat was evident as I drove them, witnessing Kate pinned against the wall by her partner and kissed voraciously. He continued to have sex with her passionately for two hours while I was left alone in my room to pleasure myself.
Upon waking up the next day, Kate emerged looking exhausted yet still sultry in yoga shorts and a white t-shirt sans bra. She expressed her appreciation for my coffee making skills and urged me to clean up her room and make her bed. As I rushed to comply, I noticed the scent of sex in her quarters, and discovered two discarded condoms that required tidying. Once complete, she instructed me to sit beside her.
"So...It's vital you understand that you should never disclose last night's events to Blaine," Kate stressed, to which I rapidly confirmed my unwillingness to disclose such information. She heaved a sigh of relief and announced, "Excellent. As a reward, I require a foot rub."
Positioning her legs in front of me, she indicated the floor and I knelt down, grabbing one of her feet. She enjoyed my actions and hinted that she might allow me more opportunities if I performed well. She even jokingly said, "You can stare at them during those moments," to which I blushed and hardened further. As I brought her other foot up to join the first, I was surrounded by her scent and stimuli, making it challenging to concentrate. When she was apparently satisfied, she requested I kiss each foot after completing the rubbing. Following this, she asked me to return to my room to attend to my erection.
Kate remained in her room while I cleaned up and texted Olivia to meet later that afternoon. Admiring her confidence and openness, I spent the next seven days working then fulfilling Olivia's sexual desires - primarily in my car, but occasionally in her dorm, a coffee shop, and a stairwell at a mall. She was comfortable with trying everything and demonstrated sheer readiness. It seemed nothing was off-limits to Olivia, as she returned her enthusiasm with determination. In a fantasy realm, she sometimes merged with Kate, granting me the privilege of defiling her, culminating in cleaning Kate's apartment, having fulfilled my duties. I took pleasure in my trysts with her, but found myself back in Kate's apartment, tasked with fulfilling her to-do list before bedtime.
Olivia messaged me frequently this morning but I only read them upon bathing. I notified her that I enjoyed meeting her the night before, and she proposed a rendezvous later that day. I wore a neat shirt in the hopes of captivating her. A mere 10 minutes after picking her up, we engaged in sex within my car. Her enthusiasm for sex astonished me, as she enthusiastically partook in every sexual act. When we returned for a second session that night, I enquired whether I could climax on her face - an action I'd never attempted but often fantasized about while watching porn. Olivia gladly agreed, allowing me to experience her shutting her eyes as I shot semen all over her face, parked in a secluded spot we found.
In the following week, my life revolved around work, then satisfying Olivia's unending desires. Most encounters occurred in the back seat of my car, but we also snuck into Olivia's dorm room (the noise was difficult to conceal), had sex in a coed coffee shop, and she fellated me in a city park at night. The two of them displayed no boundaries - she craved sexual interaction and was constantly eager for more. It seemed Olivia desired every imaginable act, so I bestowed myself with the pleasure of indulging her, all the while fantasizing about Kate. After classic acts of defiling her and returning to Kate's apartment, I found myself cleaning Kate's living space once more.
I was at home, working away, when Sofia came back. She entered the room, looking tired after her flight, and plopped herself down on the couch. She removed her socks and I couldn't help but observe the contrast between her smooth, fuller feet and Kate's, which were longer and thinner. Sofia then surprised me by shedding her sweater, leaving her large breasts covered only by a bra, then she took off her jeans, leaving her in just tiny white underwear.
She said, "I've got a lot of laundry for you." with a hint of irritation.
She glanced at me for a moment, then said in a gentler tone, "Come here."
Without hesitation, I approached her and she motioned for me to stand in front of her.
"I've heard you've been well-behaved," she remarked, mimicking me.
As she stood there, dressed like that and complimenting me, my penis began to swell. "Yeah...sort of..." I responded weakly.
"Olivia said you've got a girlfriend, right?" she queried.
"Yeah...yeah..." I reacted, feeling my manhood become more rigid, remembering how many times I'd imagined it was Sofia I was sleeping with.
"I saw you were fucking her, but you come running when I call, and your dick got hard just looking at me," Sofia said.
I said nothing as I only grew stiffer. She reclined, positioned her bare foot on my leg, and slowly slid it up my thigh. "You'd still follow my orders, wouldn't you?" she inquired sweetly.
I nodded reluctantly, but she raised her voice, "Say it to me, Brad."
"Yes...yes, I would," I responded quietly.
"I want you to break up with her," Sofia stated. "I want you to put all your focus on being obsessed with me."
A better man would've resisted. Olivia had always been good to me, and I knew Sofia was just tormenting me for fun. "Yeah...I'll do it...I will," I answered.
Sofia giggled, evidently amused. "When you first came here, I thought about sleeping with you, it would've been so simple and convenient. But I think it's hotter that you'll do anything I say, even though you know you'll never have me."
She paused, satisfied with her analysis. "Am I right, Brad?"
I gulped and told her, "Yes...you're absolutely right."
"You'd rather masturbate while kissing my dirty feet instead of fucking your girlfriend, wouldn't you?" she inquired in an innocent voice.
I couldn't lie to her or myself. "Yes...I would...you're my fantasy and I'll do whatever you tell me to do, even though I know I'll never possess you." She beamed with satisfaction and I begged, "Please...don't tell Kate."
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