Fucking My Roommate in Anal On The Kitchen Table While Her Boyfriend Sleeps In The Next Room

The Babysitter: A Sinful Seduction in the Kitchen

“Thump thump thump.” The distinct sound of heavy footsteps echoed through the house, resonating off the walls and floors. Jenna stood in the kitchen, her slender fingers tracing the rim of her wine glass as she stared absently at the monthly family calendar hanging on the refrigerator door. The steps grew louder, more insistent, until finally, the front door flung open.

Jenna turned her head just in time to see Greg, her boyfriend of five years, stumble through the entrance. He was disheveled, his shirt half-unbuttoned and his tie hanging loosely around his neck. The unmistakable stench of alcohol wafted through the air, assaulting Jenna’s nostrils.

“Aw, my sweet Jenna, you’re still up?” Greg slurred, his words running together in a drunken mess. He leaned against the doorframe, his eyes struggling to focus on his girlfriend.

Jenna sighed, resigning herself to the fact that she would have to take care of him again. It had become a regular occurrence lately, Greg coming home in the late hours of the night, reeking of booze and women’s perfume. Jenna knew she should have put her foot down long ago, but she couldn’t bring herself to imagine a life without his presence.

“Of course I’m still up, Greg. Come on, let’s get you to bed.” She set her wine glass down on the counter and began to walk towards him, her bare feet padding softly against the hardwood floors.

But Greg was having none of it. He pushed himself off the doorframe and strolled into the kitchen, his gait unsteady. “Nah, nah, sweet cheeks. You know what would really hit the spot right now? A nice, steaming bowl of your homemade soup.” He grinned at her, a cheeky smile that would have been charming under different circumstances.

Jenna rolled her eyes, but found herself laughing nonetheless. “Alright, fine. Let me heat some up for you.” She walked over to the pantry and pulled out a can of tomato soup, her hips swaying subtly as she moved.

As she poured the soup into a bowl and popped it into the microwave, she felt Greg’s presence behind her. His hands crept around her waist, pulling her body flush against his. She could feel his hardness pressing against her back, even through the fabric of their clothes.

“Mmmm, smells so good, Jenn. Can’t wait to sample it,” he murmured, his lips brushing against the sensitive skin of her neck.

Jenna squirmed in his arms, a shiver running down her spine. “Greg, we can’t. Not here, not now. What if your parents walk in?” she whispered breathlessly.

But Greg was too far gone to care. His hands slid up her body, cupping her breasts through her thin t-shirt. “Let them walk in. They’ll see what a man I am, fucking my hot babysitter on the kitchen table,” he growled, grinding his hips into hers.

Jenna gasped, her body responding to his touch despite her reservations. She knew she should push him away, put an end to this madness, but she couldn’t. The thrill, the danger, it was too much to resist.

As the microwave beeped, signaling that the soup was ready, Jenna made her way towards the table, Greg’s hands never leaving her body. She bent over the table, her ass in the air, and heard Greg’s sharp intake of breath.

“Fuck, Jenna, you’re such a tease,” he groaned, running a hand over her curves. He reached down and yanked her jeans and panties down to her ankles, exposing her to the cool air of the kitchen.

Jenna bit her lip, trying to stifle a moan as Greg’s fingers probed her most intimate areas. She was wet, ready, and aching for him.

With a primal growl, Greg entered her from behind, his thick cock stretching her walls deliciously. Jenna cried out, gripping the edges of the table for support as he began to thrust into her, each stroke hitting a spot deep within her that made her toes curl.

“Shhh, not so loud, Jenn. Don’t want to wake the whole house,” Greg whispered, even as he continued his sensual assault.

Jenna nodded, biting down on her lip hard enough to draw blood. She could feel her orgasm building, her body tensing and tensing until finally, she shattered, her release flooding through her like a tidal wave.

Greg followed soon after, pumping his seed deep within her, his fingers digging into her hips hard enough to leave bruises.

As they both struggled to catch their breath, Jenna heard a noise coming from the hallway. She froze, her heart leaping into her throat.

But it was just her imagination. The house remained silent, save for the soft snores emanating from Greg’s room down the hall.

Jenna collapsed onto the table, her body spent and satiated. Greg quickly cleaned himself up and stumbled off to bed, leaving Jenna alone with her thoughts.

She knew this couldn’t continue. She loved Greg, but she didn’t love the mess he was making of his life. Of their life together.

With a heavy sigh, Jenna straightened herself up, wiping the tears from her eyes. She would have to have a serious talk with him in the morning, she decided.

But for now, the kitchen remained cold and silent, save for the soft ticking of the clock on the wall. A reminder that time was passing, and that Jenna would soon have to face the consequences of her actions.

And yet, even as she walked up the stairs to her own bedroom, the memory of Greg’s touch lingered on her skin, a secret shame and a dangerous temptation all at once.

The End.