Sex starved women: 3> Roger the lodger and the MILF
written by:
Chris-t6290

Story outline: With the passing of her husband, Samantha Jones, very much a MILF type of woman, was financially forced to take in a lodger, the rather handsome Roger, whom she found herself ogling from time to time, only to get a rather rude awakening when she happened upon him in the kitchen one day.

With the reading of her husband's will, his wife, now widow, had expected something other than the life insurance, which thankfully cleared the mortgage on their three-bedroom semi-detached home. However, in addition to the Police report saying that the crash he was involved in was an accident, and so no insurance claim could be made, Brian Jones had little savings for his widow to rely on; a mere $2,015, in fact.

Understandably upset when she left the lawyer's office, Ms Jones went home and sulked for the next few days, during which time, and what with the taxes on her home and other bills being paid by direct debit, the balance in their joint account soon dwindled.

It wasn't until she received a letter from the bank, that Samantha realised just how much she had relied on her late husband, both financially and, more to the point, sexually. Brian was a very attentive husband, in that respect, and the sex they had together was both varied and adventurous, something she now missed.

At first, she considered getting a job, anything to pay the bills and put food on the table, however, and at 35 years of age, and with it being eight years since she had last worked, all Samantha was offered was part-time work.

‘Looks like I'll have to sell up and downsize to something smaller,' Samantha considered, while casually looking through a local paper, only to notice an advert for a lodger. Reading it with some interest, she was taken by the asking amount, which would certainly help. ‘Maybe get some new clothes,' she thought. ‘Get out and meet new people,' Samantha realised. ‘Someone to talk to and for company,' she mused, and with a more positive demeanour. ‘What if a man replies!" Samantha's needful body considered. With her mind quickly made up, Ms Jones, Samantha keeping hold of her married name, if only until, typed her advert for a lodger on the paper's website and waited to hear from any interested parties - there were but three in all.

The first two were quite scruffy in their appearance and so she promptly rejected the pair without even showing them the available room. The third, on the other hand, was well dressed, clean shaved and both young and handsome, something Ms Jones couldn't help but notice when she opened the door to him.

"Ms Jones. I'm, Roger, Roger Davis," he introduced himself to her, and with a confident smile, one that didn't go unnoticed by Samantha.

"Yes, Roger," she finally responded, her mind clearly taken by his looks and warm nature. "Do come in, and call me Samantha," she intoned.

Having closed the front door and turned around, her eyes were immediately fixed on the back of Roger's tight fitting jeans, in particular, his butt. ‘Wow!' she thought, before making her way along the hall and showing the young man around.

"Oh, you've got a pool, I see," he exclaimed, more out of hopeful interest. Although Samantha's original plan was to restrict her lodger to the inside of the house, she had warmed to Roger in a short time.

"Yes, I don't use it much myself. You're welcome to, though," she invited him, before leading Roger upstairs. There she made him aware of where the bathroom and toilet were along with a need to keep them clean before showing Roger his bedroom.

"This will be your room," Samantha intoned, as she pushed open the door and then lead her potential lodger inside.

The room itself was adequately furnished, Roger noticed. A wardrobe with mirrored doors, a tall chest of draws, a low chest at the foot of a double bed and a chest on one side with a lamp on it.

"What do you think?" Ms Jones enquired. "As you can see, the mattress is quite firm," she exclaimed, having since sat on the bed and patted the duvet cover a few times to show him.

"It's quite homely, spacious," he rejoined, Roger's pleasant smile telling Samantha he was interested.

"So, you're okay with the asking fee, Roger? I need a month in advance, okay," Ms Jones averred, as she showed him downstairs.

"Yes, that's fine. When can I move in?" he intoned.

"Whenever's convenient," exclaimed Samantha, doing her best to contain any signs of eagerness she may have been emitting, before accepting Roger's handshake on their agreement.

For the first few days, Samantha saw very little of her lodger. It was, after all, a new experience for her. On the third day, though, and having come home early, Ms Jones noticed Roger's short dark hair through the net curtains when she made her way to the kitchen.

Stepping closer, she found herself gazing at Roger's smooth firm body as he lay on the poolside lounger, his upper body resting against the incline. He wore a pair of red trunks, she noticed. Roger was engrossed in the book he was reading to realize her presence; besides which, she wasn't due home for another hour.

‘Oh my,' Samantha consciously thought aloud. Her left hand, having released the bag of shopping to the floor, was now pressing the net against the window, thereby offering Samantha a clearer view of her lodger's near naked body.

‘Is that,' she exclaimed, thinking she just noticed Roger's trunks move. Far from being shocked, as she knew she should have, Samantha found herself transfixed to his trunks. Gazing for a while longer, there was no more movement in her lodger's trunks, leaving Ms Jones to assume that her unfulfilled needs had gotten the better of her imagination. ‘Oh well, best get these unpacked,' she minded herself, before picking up the bags and heading off to the kitchen.

‘I bet he's got a nice...Stop it, he's the lodger,' Samantha scolded herself. ‘All the same, though,' she considered, as her mind once more returned to what she had possibly imagined, her lodger's cock flinch.

In point of fact, Ms Jones hadn't imagined it. The book Roger was reading was erotic in parts; vague parts. However, and as with most novels, the sex was scarcely detailed compared with that of the book's plot.

With the shopping put away, Samantha poured herself a refreshing orange drink from a bottle she kept in the fridge and retired to the lounge. But as she casually watched an afternoon film on TV, a rom-com of sorts, Ms Jones found her mind drifting to what she thought she had, otherwise, seen.

Two days later, and again arriving early, Ms Jones, having shut the front door, made her way to the window that looked out onto the pool. The lounger was empty. More than that, there was no towel draped along it. ‘Oh well, he must be out,' she thought resignedly, and continued to the kitchen.

After taking just a few steps inside, Samantha was taken by surprise. "What are you doing in the fridge, Roger?" she exclaimed; her hands instantly releasing the two shopping bags.

Closing the door, having taken out the part eaten bunch of grapes he had put in there the day before, Ms Jones got an even ‘bigger' surprise.

"You're naked. And what's that?" she exclaimed, pointing at his long hard cock.

"Sorry. I spilt some of my drink. I'll go and put something on," Roger did his best to apologize.

"It's...so big. Huge," Samantha exclaimed as she once more stared at his body. This time, there were no swim trunks to cover him. No hiding place for either of them - Roger's appendage and Ms Jones's fixed gaze and desires, which even then were simmering inside Samantha's body as she remained transfixed and unmoved; enough that she was preventing her naked lodger from getting decently dressed.

"Oh—my—God!" she instantly blurted, when his cock flinched and became more firmer; more erect and almost vertical.

"Can I...may I," Samantha ventured, part extending her right hand, tentatively, towards his erection as months of suppressed desires and womanly needs bubbled to the surface.

"Oh my," Ms Jones uttered, her hand not just feeling the warmth of a man's cock, but that of her lodger's. Even so, she could barely get her hand fully around the girth, it was that thick.

"Let me taste you," Samantha asked of him, now knelt before Roger's magnificent erection, her mouth salivating at the possibility of what she had in mind, what she had missed since Brian was tragically killed.

"Ermn, hurmn," Ms Jones mumbled. Far from using her tongue to first lick around the head, she had covered the dome-like glans of his erection with her mouth. Even then she refrained from licking the warm velvet texture of his cockhead. Instead, and when Samantha presently slid her moist lips down and up his warm firm length, she teased Roger's shaft with capricious twirls of her moist tongue.

"Ooo, what's brought this on," Roger moaned, quite unable to believe what his landlady, Ms Jones, was doing as she genuflected in front of him.

"I'm getting better acquainted," Samantha excused herself, before once more, and for a second time, taking her lodger's warm erection between her now moist lips and into her welcome mouth.

What with Ms Jones's eager head bobs, Roger moved a hand to rest on her corn blonde hair before urging Samantha to take more of him. Accepting her lodger's meaningful gesture, something that she had enjoyed throughout the many years of knowing and being married to Brian, she soon felt the turgid glans brush against her epiglottis.

"Gluh," Samantha slathered, having accepted Roger's thick cock into her throat. There, he held her to him as his cockhead spasmed. Not in respect of him cumming, though, but because his landlady, who was being quite an acceptable slut, was willingly taking his cockhead into her gullet.

Presently releasing his landlady to continue as she wished, Samantha grasped the root of Roger's saliva slick erection in both hands. She then stroked them up and down and, this time, extended her tongue towards the mushroom-like head.

"Ahm," Roger emitted a pleasured sigh, when he felt Ms Jones's delicate touch, all the while stroking the lower portion of his shaft.

Mere moments later, Samantha's concentrative efforts were rewarded when a pearl of Roger's white pre-cum permeated from the eye. Not wasting a second, she lovingly scooped up her lodger's sticky essence, which she subsequently tasted on her tongue.

"Emn," Ms Jones, pleasantly murmured, letting it linger for a brief moment while emitting a smile. She then, having directed Roger's erection more upright, moved her tongue to his cum heavy balls and teased the sac for several moments.

"Oh yes, easy with those," exclaimed Roger, when he felt Samantha take one of his egg-shaped nuts into her mouth. There, she gave his tender ball a warm bath before doing likewise to the other. As she did, Roger's response was free of alarm; sedate even. None of his other female acquaintances had shown an interest in what Samantha was doing and doing quite well.

"You liked that, then," Ms Jones intoned afterwards. Roger's pleasant smile, enough to confirm that he most certainly did.

Having moved her left hand to lightly massage his ball's, Samantha reposed the right one so that the arch of her thumb and forefinger braced the rim of his helmet as she held his erection aloft and against his abdomen. It was only when she had done so, that Samantha noticed just how long Roger's cock was - the crest of the head a mere inch below his navel.

"Oh, Roger, it's, gulp, definitely big," Samantha voiced her realisation, all the while admiring her lodger's manhood, one she couldn't wait to get inside her needful pussy. Before that, though...

Gazing up into Roger's deep brown eyes, Samantha extended her tongue. She then, starting from the base root of his erection, slowly slithered her tongue tip up the long length of his shaft. As she did so, Samantha reposed her thumb and finger, enough that her hand wasn't in the way when she reached the tip.

"Oooh," Roger released a sigh, when he felt the tip of Ms Jones's tongue, tease the underside of his by now sensitive glans. Let's face it, what his landlady was doing would be enough to arouse any man and Roger was no different.

"You like my cock, my big dick, don't you," he intoned, their eyes, Samantha's blue, locked in a continuous gaze as she now slid her tongue all the way down his impressive erection.

"Yes, Roger. It's been quite some while," Samantha rejoined, before once more, and a few more times afterwards, slithering and then sliding her moist tongue tip up and down Roger's long warm shaft.

Having momentarily stopped, Ms Jones then reposed her lodger's manhood so that it was horizontal and turned to one side. She then, almost as before, ran her tongue tip along the length of his shaft, from base to tip, before sliding her tongue back along it; this time from the head and all the way back to the root.

"You certainly enjoy what you're doing," Roger commended her, his eyes now following Samantha's side to side head movements.

Not wanting any part of his magnificent cock to feel in any way neglected, if that it could, Ms Jones paid the same tantalising tongue service to first the other side and then the uppermost portion of her lodger's erection. Presently finished, Samantha once more stroked his now drawbridge-like suspended cock with both hands; her upper body moving lower as she did.

"Ooh, ooh, yes, ooh fuck, Samantha," Roger couldn't help but release the odd pleasured moans, as he watched Ms Jones flicker her tongue tip up, down and then around the tip of his puffy glans before again encompassing the head with her warm mouth. After that, though not quite making a meal of it, she slid her moist lips forward along Roger's warm virile length and then slowly drew herself back; Samantha's hands now fanned out around the hilt as they rested against his groin.

"Don't hold back on my account, Roger. I quite like the taste of a man's cum," Ms Jones informed him, before going back to sucking his cock; her tongue once more teasing the underside of his firm shaft with encouraging flicks while her upper body swayed forwards and back in time with that of her lips as she sought to have him release his warm sticky essence into her awaiting mouth.

Moments later, unable to hold back anymore, Roger emitted his usual grunts before he came. Upon hearing them, Samantha drew in her cheeks and prepared herself to receive his creamy emissions as she stroked the hilt of Roger's shaft with a degree of vigour. ‘Wow!' her mind exclaimed, when the initial blast sent a stream of his thick cum cascading against her palate, however, before Ms Jones had the time to properly taste him, a second volley surged forth and grazed the back of her mouth. ‘Oh yes, more,' Samantha regaled, and more she received, two more lots, in fact, each one landing on her welcome tongue, which swirled Roger's creamy jism around his still hard cock before letting it trickle down her throat.

"Emn, lovely," she thanked him afterwards.

"You rather took me by surprise, Roger, and in more ways than one," exclaimed Samantha as she took his offered hands and stood up.

"Now what?" she said, only for Roger to again take Samantha by surprise when he picked her up with his strong arms and then sat her on a nearby work surface.

"Now, now I'm going to eat your pussy, Samantha."

"You are?" she intoned, somewhat taken by surprise. Only to, and having Roger quickly pushed up the skirt of her summer dress and just as quickly pulled the moist material of Ms Jones's thong to one side, exclaim: "Oh God, you are!"

"Arrrgh," Samantha cried out, when his tongue delved into her private part. Not in pain or discomfort. No. What Roger was doing was far from that; far more pleasurable, indeed. Samantha's cunt was on fire. Not just with the need to be filled by a firm cock, which would have sufficed, but to cum; to climax; to orgasm. The instantaneous immersion of Roger's tongue in her pussy had set Samantha off. With the initial reaction over, she emitted a blast of short sharp ‘huh's' as her body continued to roll with the after effects; Samantha's breasts clearly rising and falling as she did.

"Emn, you taste lovely," Roger, still with a mouthful of Ms Jones's delicious pussy, extolled, as he lapped at her warm juices.

"Oh fuck, Roger, your tongue, your lovely tongue..." Samantha finally found the breath to speak, as he motioned the aforementioned muscle around her pussy. Tight, somewhat, he noticed, from months of neglect, as he delved further into her warm wet sanctum.

"...Stroke my clit for me, Roger, make me cum, I want to cum again," Samantha appealed to him.

"Oooh f-u-c-k!" she exclaimed, when, having released her still moist thong, he drew back the sheathed hood of Samantha's clit, enough that he then gave it a pleasurable blow of his warm breath before sucking Ms Jones's distended clit.

"Oh God, that's even better," Samantha thanked him, Roger now using the fingers of his right hand to massage the soft sensuous folds of her inner loveliness as he sought out her g spot.

"Oh FUCK!" and there it was. Samantha's body once more going into orgasmic convulsion as Roger, a man supposed to be her lodger, opened her mind and body to levels of pleasure, the like of which she had never experienced before, not even with Brian, and she'd yet to have his big cock inside her.

Before that, though, Roger had one more surprise, one more act of pleasure to bestow on his landlady's body. With her legs almost vertical, Roger moved his hands to the sides of Samantha's thong and quickly whipped it off.

"Oh, Roger," she trilled, expecting to now receive his big hard dick.

"Oh, oh, Roger," Samantha moaned, when, having ducked his head back between her out turned thighs, he flicked his tongue up the length of her moist puffy gash and then drew it back down. He then trailed his warm moist tongue tip onto her perineum, which came in for a spate of delightful wiggles before her lodger turned his attention to Samantha's anus.

"Oh, Roger, that's naughty. Lovely, though. More, do it more," Ms Jones urged him.

Feeling as she did, how her lodger and hopefully companion had made her, Samantha felt somewhat newborn. Not in a virginal sense, but alive, after just a few short barren months. He had certainly awakened something inside her, that's for sure. In all their years of marriage, Brian had never shown an interest in going near his wife's ass while she, in turn, had no desire, hidden or otherwise, to want him to.

Presently finished feasting on Samantha's sex spots, for the moment at least, Roger, his body ripped and covered in a glow of sweat, stood up. He was noticeably stroking his shaft with his right hand and wearing a confident smile. It was, after all, his landlady he was about to fuck with his long thick erection.

"Are you going to fuck me, Roger?" Samantha lilted, as she gazed up at him. That was what she wanted and most definitely needed at that moment.

"That, I am," he rejoined, and moved between her posed legs.

"Em, fuck me, Roger. Put that long hard cock of yours in your landlady's pussy. Oh, yes, em, more, give me more of it. Like that, nice and slow, slow and deep. I want all of your lovely cock inside me," Samantha intoned, her upper body propped up on her forearm and elbow so that she could watch his cock disappear and reappear between her humid thighs and wet cunt lips, which clung to his shaft as he fucked himself at her.

"Oh fuck, you beast!" she exclaimed a pleasured thrill, when he thrust himself at her and slowly withdrew his commanding erection - all the way out.

‘Now, what?' Samantha thought, when Roger grasped her arms and motioned Ms Jones down from the unit - down onto her knees. Yes, she had tasted herself on her husband's cock, however...!

With his landlady's corn blonde hair bunched up in his fist, Roger drew her forward; Samantha's awaiting mouth consuming his erection, which was slick from her pussy juices.

"Hurg," she repeatedly murmured, as he fucked her mouth back and forth on his long thick erection for quite some while before finally releasing Ms Jones.

Ignoring more than relishing the drool that extended from Samantha's lower lip and chin, Roger turned his landlady around and slapped both her ass cheeks a couple of times; each one causing a startled sigh to escape from her fervoured lips.

"Oh God, Roger, you're a fucking animal. Fuck me, give me your cock, hard and deep, hard and...DEEP!" Samantha's voice elevating when, and still holding her hair, he plundered his rock hard cock into her wet and waiting cunt.

"Oh Christ! More, do it more," she urged, Samantha's body on the precipice of an almighty orgasm, which, when it ripped through her prone body, she shrieked aloud.

"You like that, like having my hard cock inside you," Roger exclaimed, all the while swinging his hips, and, with it, his balls at her; they hitting against her clit while he occasionally dusted her ass cheeks - both, in fact.

"Yes, more, fuck me, I like it, I so fucking like it, Roger," Ms Jones rejoined. What with Roger's grasp on Samantha's hair, her head was drawn up, thereby causing her spine to curve and her shapely tits to jut out, while her delicious hard nipples stood proudly from them.

"Oh fuck; oh fuck; oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck..." His landlady's pleasured outcries, at the end, coming quick, ahead of her body once more climaxing from the determined onslaught of Roger's purposeful fuck action; his groin now slapping her ass cheeks, which rippled as a result, while his otherwise idle right hand, beneath her prone body, stroked Samantha's hardened clit.

Having made his landlady again cum, Roger then gathered up her quavering body in his strong, muscular arms and then carried Ms Jones to; not the bedroom, though which one would it have been, Samantha briefly wondered, but the lounge. There, he set Samantha down on the sofa so that her back was curled from the backrest to that of the cushion and her ass was part hung over the edge. Roger then hoisted her legs up and back before kneeling between them; his head dropping, once more, between her thighs as he sought out her freshly reamed sex.

"Oh, Roger, you certainly like...Oh, yes! Fuck...the taste of my cunt," she exuded; Samantha's hands loosely entwined in her lodger's thick black hair as she guided him to lick her pussy, which was profoundly wet from all the climaxes he'd so far instilled in her body.

"Emn, yes, lick it, suck it for me, and, Roger, make me cum you lovely rascal," Samantha urged him, as another climax welled up inside her horny body.

"Huh! Huh! Huh! Fuck me, fuck me, now," Ms Jones gasped and then urged him, almost having to drag her lodger up and over her. She then reached down, grasped the root of his sticky hard shaft as best she could get her fingers around it and guided the head to where it was needed the most; buried deep inside her wanton, sexually charged body.

"Say it, say what you want, Samantha," Roger, his ripped body craned over her feeble one, urged.

"Fuck me, Roger, give it to me, I want your cock, your lovely hard cock...Emn, yes," Ms Jones swooned, when it slipped and slid inside her. This time, Roger's movements were smooth, slow and sensual, like he was almost massaging her vulva with his firm erectness.

"Oh, Roger, emn, yes, lovely, more," Samantha swooned and murmured, short of a whimper escaping her fevered lips.

All the same, and wanting Roger to nonetheless fill her up, she drew her lower legs across his waist and motioned him to swing his hips ever more rhythmically at her.

"Let me taste myself on you again," she found herself soon appealing, and moments later, was once more licking and then sucking Roger's meat stick clean of her pussy juices.

"Anything you'd like to try?" Roger invited his landlady, caringly.

"Emn," Samantha pondered, and for several long moments; she had yet to receive her lodger's cock up her ass, however, she was too coy to ask that of him.

"What about the table," Ms Jones subsequently intimated, albeit without any indication as to how - either bent over the wooden surface or, as Roger presently had her, laid on her back, almost as she was on the work unit and sofa; the repetition of which, neither phased nor concerned his landlady, who just wanted Roger's cock inside her, fucking her to more pleasurable euphoric orgasms.

With her body dragged forward on the table cloth Samantha's ass cheeks hung over the edge, Roger couldn't resist the need to dine on her delicious pussy and, in particular, his landlady's ass one more time. Once he'd satisfied his appetite, Roger took Ms Jones's hands, drew them between her out-turned thighs and then placed them on the edge, there to grasp and hold on tight, she realised, suggesting that Roger intended to ‘fuck her brains out'. Before that, though, he first slapped his cock head on her exposed pink pussy, which he held open with his left hand. Roger then teased Samantha's sex until she was almost begging him to fuck her. Only then did he slowly and quite teasingly slide the immense length of his turgid erection deep into her awaiting, needy and receptive warm wet cunt.

"Fuck my brains out, Roger, do it, that's what you want, what I need."

"Huh, fuck, huh, more. Yes, hard, harder, like that..." she urged, his ominous naked figure swaying and swinging above and beyond her as he, Samantha's lodger of only a short few weeks, reamed her pussy; the force of which, would otherwise of edged her body back, if not for Ms Jones's tight grip on the table's edge. Nevertheless, her ass rippled with each monumental thrust.

"Cum for me, Roger, cum over me," Samantha eventually appealed, having she felt the head of his cock begin to swell in her warm wet depths.

At 35 years, Samantha was of child bearing age. She was, had been during her marriage, on the pill. Far from expecting anything like today to have happened, she saw no reason to continue; that would, of course, have to change. However, and until then...!

Grasping his cock, having realised her reasoning, Roger withdrew himself from her warm wetness. He then kissed and licked her pussy, just the once, all the while exuding a warm smile. Roger then made his way along the length of the table towards where his landlady's head was now tilted to the left; the side he was at. Having relaxed the tight grip of his hand, Roger gave his erection several encouraging strokes and subsequently released his warm sticky spunk, which ejaculated forth, fountain-like, before cascading down and festooned the naked, vibrant body of his landlady as she lay on the table; Samantha giving her hardened clit several final, invigorating strokes, which shortly induced a glowing climax, just as the last of Roger's sticky goo splashed on her palpitating tits.

‘He never did get to fuck my tight little asshole. Maybe next time,' Samantha minded herself, as she smeared her lodger's, Roger's, sweet sticky cum over her satiated body.