The Basement Room

Chapter Two

The stairwell was as dark and dingy as she remembered it, and so was the corridor. She got goosebumps on her arms as she made her way to the boiler room. She could feel her pussy getting wet at what she was about to do, and her nipples were erect. His door was ajar and he had just removed his pants-standing in his jockey shorts. He looked surprised at her entrance, but he smiled at her.

“I just wanted to thank you for fixing my sink,” she said, as she stood under the bare, dim lightbulb. “I’m going to show you a woman’s body, Larry. Have you ever seen a woman’s body, Larry?” she asked, sliding the straps of the dress off her shoulders. His mouth was open, and he slowly shook his head back and forth, his eyes riveted on her slowly dropping dress. She let it fall to the ground, her breasts exposed and her nipples stiffening. She was naked and excited, and she walked up to him. He stood stock-still, and she rubbed her erect nipples across his chest. She could feel his cock, like an iron rod pressing through his underwear. He stood like a statue as she licked and gently bit his nipples. She tasted sweat and could smell his body odor, and she felt the heat rising from his body. She traced her hands down his rib cage, her tongue tracing down his belly, and she went to her knees, her face at his crotch.

Teri smiled, and moaned slightly-the man had a cock like a baseball bat. She nibbled on the huge bulge in his underwear, then slowly pulled them down, his huge cock pointing at her face. She grasped the huge organ in one hand, slowly stroking it. She looked up at him.

“I’m going to suck your magnificent cock Larry, would you like that?” she asked. He just looked down at her with his dumb grin and nodded his head. She closed her mouth around the head of it, and her mouth was stretched to accommodate it. This was the biggest cock she had ever seen, and now she had it to play with. She gently sucked on the head, stroking the big shaft into her mouth. Teri was getting excited-very excited. Her hands went to his ass, and she pulled him into her sucking mouth as far as she could, slowly moving her mouth up and down on his cock. He finally got the idea, and grabbed her head in both meaty hands, moving his hips, fucking her face. She cupped his testicles with both hands, keeping a steady suck on his shaft as he pistoned in and out of her mouth.

As badly as she wanted him inside her, she decided to take him all the way. She looked up at him, and he had his head back with his eyes closed, and he was making unintelligible noises. She felt him tense and she kept her lips wrapped around the head of his cock. His cock exploded and a huge gob of cum hit the back of her throat, and she swallowed it, another gush filling her mouth. She sucked and swallowed again, stroking his cock into her mouth, sucking until no more sperm could be sucked from him. She pulled her mouth off of him.

“Oh, Larry, sweetie,” she moaned. She stroked and squeezed the softening mass of flesh, coaxing another drop of cum from the tip, and she guided it back into her mouth, flicking her tongue into his pee-hole. He stared down at her with his goofy grin as she got to her feet. She was dripping wet, her body trembling with lust. His arms were at his sides, and she took his hand and guided it to her crotch.

“That’s where your cock will go next time,” she said. “Put a finger in me, Larry,” she said softly. He turned his big hand palm up and extended a beefy finger into her hot, silky slit.
“Oh, yes, baby,” she said. She held onto his shoulders, rocking her hips on the finger that was the size of a small cock, fucking herself, and she ground her crotch against his hand, her orgasm shooting fluid from her cunt. She pulled herself away from him.

“I’m your whore, Larry, ” she said. “Your cocksucker and your whore. I’ll come down here every day, and I’ll suck your cock and you can fuck my cunt with your big cock, do you understand?” she asked. He just grinned and nodded his head.

She put her dress on and made it back to her apartment. She went straight to her bed and pulled her dress up around her waist. She got her biggest dildo and fucked herself with it, cumming repeatedly as she imagined Larry’s huge cock inside her.

When her husband got home she practically raped him. She met him, naked, and unbuttoned his pants and was sucking his cock before he even got halfway across the room. She held him in her mouth as he removed his shirt, and she removed his shoes and pants, his erection held firmly in her sucking mouth. She pulled him down and guided him into her cunt, and he fucked her right there on the living room floor.

Sometime during the night she awoke. They were both sleeping naked on top of the bed. He was on his back, snoring. She put her head on his stomach, and she stared at his flaccid penis in the dim light that came through the window.

“I really am a slut,” she thought, “I just can’t get enough cock.” She moved her head down and sucked his cock into her mouth, swirling her tongue around the head. He moaned and she felt him growing in her mouth. She sucked him to full erection, then stroked and sucked until he ejaculated in her mouth, and she swallowed it with a satisfied sigh.

The next morning she looked outside and saw that there was noone at the pool. Larry was there, though, cutting the grass. She put on her skimpiest bathing suit, the one that she only wore when she sunbathed on the deck. It was a thong, and the bottom just barely covered her slit, and another thin piece of fabric covered her nipples.

“Jesus,” she thought, “talk about obvious.” She grabbed a tube of suntan oil and headed down to the pool. Larry stopped his mowing when he saw her, his gaze transfixed on her as she walked, almost naked, to a lounge chair. She spent long minutes sensuously rubbing oil on her body, feeling Larry’s eyes on her. When she made eye contact with him, she slowly parted her legs and rubbed the oil up the insides of her thighs. She was getting turned on, and the strip of fabric that covered her slit was darkening with wetness.

“Ten o’clock in the morning, and I’m a bitch in heat,” she thought. She tucked her lotion in the front of her suit, got up and sauntered past the grinning maintenance man. She walked slowly and deliberately to the steps that led to the basement, and she walked down them without looking back.

She stood in his room and stripped off her bathing suit. There was just something so nasty and forbidden about this that it excited her. Being naked in this dingy room, in the middle of the morning, waiting for a man to come fuck her-she loved it. She pinched her nipples and drew her fingers through her wet slit-she was ready.

He came in a few minutes later. She immediately stripped his shirt off and went to her knees, unbuttoning his pants. She pulled them down around his work boots and guided his cock to her mouth.

“Your cocksucking whore is back, Larry,” she said, before her lips closed around his shaft. When his giant member was fully erect she stood up, and she held his cock in her hand. She walked backwards to the bed, pulling him along by his cock, shuffling awkwardly with his pants around his ankles. She went down on her back, spreading her legs wide as she guided him to her. She was panting in anticipation of taking his thick, 12″ penis into her. She held it in both hands and the giant head pressed against her slit. She got about half the head in her slit, and she knew it was going to be a tight fit, but she was desperate to feel him totally in her. She got so excited that she rubbed the head up and down in her wet slit a few times and orgasmed, crying out. He frowned and looked at her, alarmed.

“I’m okay, I’m okay,” she panted. She had more of the head in her now, and she spread her legs as wide as she could to try and facilitate penetration. She looked down between her thighs and saw the huge pole of flesh slowly sliding into her. She felt like she was being fucked by a horse, and taking it into her was even more glorious than she imagined. She had never been so stretched, so full, and it was man’s cock that was doing it to her, and she orgasmed again.

“Oh, yesss,” she moaned, “oh yesss, oh yess,” as the huge member continued to slide slowly into her greedy cunt. When he finally lay on top of her, she could feel the head of his cock pressing against her cervix; the entrance to the womb itself. He began to fuck her in short strokes, his cock gripped so tightly that he lifted her ass of the bed when he pulled back. Teri was lost in a world of lust and giant cock.

“Fuck me,” she panted in his ear, “oh god, I’m a whore, please fuck me, fuck me,” and she was crying, so great was her lust. When his cock was again in her all the way, he uttered a few grunts, his cock again pressed against her cervix, and she felt him shoot great gobs of his semen directly into her womb. She screamed out in another orgasm. She felt him softening in her, and as he started to withdraw she again looked down to watch the massive length of cock pull from her body. He rolled over on his back and she laid still for a minute, her cunt raw and gaping. Never, ever had she imagined being fucked like that, and she rolled over and took his beloved organ into her mouth, reverently sucking the softening member, cleaning their combined juices with her tongue.

“Was that good, Larry, did you like that sweetie?” she asked him. He grinned and nodded at her.

“You’ll fuck me again, won’t you sweetie? Everyday? Twice a day? I love your cock, sweetie, and I have to have it in me a lot. Okay?” He nodded again, and she took the head of his cock into her mouth again, slowly sucking and tonguing, and after a few minutes, unbelievably, she felt him getting hard again. She was so happy that she almost started crying again, and she sucked him like a women possessed. She straddled him and guided him into her battered, stretched cunt, moaning deeply as she impaled herself. She leaned forward on his chest, rocking herself to more orgasms as her cunt convulsed on the massive shaft. When she realized he had not cum, she slowly raised herself off of him, delighting in the feel of his hard length pulling out of her. She took him into her mouth again, and she sucked him for many long minutes before he shot his seed into her mouth.

She put her bikini back on and stooped to give his cock another kiss before she left. There were a lot of women and kids at the pool now, and they watched bug-eyed as she emerged from the basement, her swollen cunt lips clearly discernible through the thin fabric of her thong. When Larry emerged soon after, she knew that the word would soon spread that she was fucking the janitor.

“Fuck those people,” she thought, “if those women knew what Larry had in his pants, they’d all be lining up for some.” Her and her husband weren’t friends with any of the other tenants anyway, so Teri didn’t give a damn what they thought.

Over the next few weeks, she made Larry fuck her twice, sometimes even three times a day. She couldn’t get enough of his massive meat, and that was all she thought about, and she rutted with slutty abandon in his dingy room. Then one day as her husband left for work, he found a note under their door. One of the bitches in the complex had written him a letter, detailing Teri’s trips to the basement room; the times, what she was wearing, everything. When confronted with it, she freely admitted it, and she told him why.

She was in love with the man’s 12″ penis. Well, that was the end of their marriage. He moved out over the next few days, and on his last trip to the apartment he left his key to the front door on the kitchen table. She held the key in her hand for a few minutes, then looped it through a long piece of string.

That afternoon, after another wonderful fuck session with Larry, she hung the key around his neck.

“It’s the key to my front door,” she told him. “Now you can have your whore day or night. I promise to always be naked and ready for you.” She gave his cock a kiss and went back to her apartment to wait.

Larry was a pretty happy guy. He knew if he played his cards right, he’d soon be moving out of the dingy basement room and into Teri’s spacious apartment. The letter he had written and put under her door for her husband to find had worked perfectly. Hell, who knows, someday he might even tell her that he wasn’t really mute.