Foreign Temptations Ch. 01 (Beta Updated!) (Patreon)

Author's Note: This chapter is nearly done. I just need to finish one last sex scene. Also, the female MC's name has been changed to Cassandra and her appearance has been changed as well. Let me know how it is!

Cassandra sat on a bench at the entrance of the airport in a bustling city in India. She was on the phone, eagerly waiting for her fiance to pick up her call. Her mind raced as she nervously tapped her heel on the ground. She had been a student abroad studying international relations when Covid suddenly struck the country. Cassandra had a good sense of what was going to happen. She had even booked a flight back home to the States before things got too bad. Unfortunately for her, right before she was about to board the plane, the Indian government shut down all flights entering and leaving the country. 

Cassandra was effectively stranded in a foreign country all alone. She did have an apartment where she was staying. But she and her roommate had already moved out as part of their attempt to get out of the country, even signing out of their lease. The worst part for Cassandra was that her roommate had just barely managed to get a flight back to her home despite booking a ticket a mere day before she’d left. Ideally, they would have bought tickets together, but the flights were already full, so they had to make do, booking separate flights. Cassandra had thought things would be fine but, boy, had she turned out to be wrong.

Having now missed her flight out of the country, and let go of her apartment, Cassandra simply didn’t know what to do. Her fiance finally picked up her call, so Cassandra quickly sat up. “Hello?? Jason? Are you there?” she urgently said through her Airpods.

“Cassandra?? Are you okay?? What’s going on over there? I just got your texts,” he replied. 

“I’m stuck, Jason,” Cassandra stated. “They’ve locked down the country and I am stranded over here. Augh! I should have booked an earlier flight! Dammit!” 

“Hey, now. Calm down, Cassandra. We can figure this out together,” Jason said, trying to comfort her.

“Calm down?? Figure this out?! Jason, I barely speak the language, I don’t know anyone here, and I have nowhere to stay! It’s kind of hard to stay calm. I have no clue what I’m going to do!” Cassandra complained, utterly frustrated with her situation. 

Her shouting was catching the attention of some of the people around her. Particularly a group of young Indian men loitering around in front of the airport. Cassandra noticed this out of the corner of her eye but remained outwardly calm as she lowered her voice. But the apparent interest of the young men only added to her current anxiety. She didn’t want to have to deal with a bunch of horny pervs while having an existential crisis on her hands.

“Alone? What happened to your roommate, Katie?” Jason queried. Cassandra snarled with envious annoyance. 

“She got lucky and got a flight home before they locked down the country,” she explained, rubbing her forehead while keeping an eye on the men who were continuing to stare and point at her. “God, this is such a mess…” 

“Dammit. Okay, let’s just take a step back and look at all your options. I’ll do what I can and do some research on my side,” Jason suggested. Cassandra sighed and nodded. 

She always appreciated her fiance. They had met during college and immediately clicked. Jason was about 6’0” tall. He had dirty blonde hair, baby blue eyes, and was lanky. 

Cassandra stood at 5’8”, a presence of both elegance and allure. Her long, wavy black hair, alluring, serious blue eyes, and nice, full lips paired with her expressive and attractive face. Her body was eye candy of the tastiest kind: she had fair, white skin and carried shapely D-cup boobs, a fit body, long legs, and curves in all the right places. Cassandra was beautiful, and she knew it. 

Cassandra’s attractive allure was what caught Jason’s eye in the first place. When they’d first met, Jason had been certain that Cassandra wouldn’t find him attractive. Fortunately for him, however, she had quite quickly taken a liking to him. She was drawn to his kindness and sweetness; she also found it cute that he was a little nerdy as well. Before they knew it, they were happily dating each other. Jason considered himself extremely lucky to have been able to land a girl like Cassandra. So wanting to lock her down for the long run, before she left on her trip abroad, he proposed to her. Of course, Cassandra happily accepted. But they weren’t going to get officially eloped for some time. They still had to get their careers established, so this was just piece of mind. 

Cassandra appreciated how supportive Jason was. Things could have gotten difficult between them when she decided to study abroad; Jason had wanted her to stay in the States, with him. But Cassandra wanted the broadening experience of studying overseas, so Jason respected her decision and gave her his full support. Being in a long-distance relationship had been a struggle, but they had managed to make it work despite the countless miles between them. Jason was thrilled to learn that Cassandra was finally returning home after a long three months. He couldn't wait to see her. Now, hearing that she had been trapped by this sudden lockdown, was like having a stake driven through his heart. It was frustrating for both of them that their reunification had now been prolonged indefinitely.

After a good twenty minutes of talking on the phone, Jason managed to calm Cassandra down. They spent time going through all of her options. Leaving the country by any means of travel, whether air, ship, or ground transport, was entirely off the books. So they turned to the next most important matter to address: where Cassandra could stay. The kind of apartment she had shared with her roommate was too expensive for her to rent on her own with the limited funds of a traveling student. Likewise for a single bedroom apartment: those were even more expensive than shared accommodations. Staying in a hotel for the foreseeable future was even more economically impractical; they might be shut down soon anyway due to the pandemic. And with Covid, she was sure that the regulations regarding housing were only going to get stricter; the sooner she could find a place she could afford, the better.  

Cassandra was left with just one last option. She would have to stay with someone who rented out a room in their home. It was all that she could afford and, besides, she had no idea how long these restrictions were going to last. Cassandra groaned in annoyance. Ideally, she would have preferred to live on her own, but she knew that wasn’t a tenable option. 

“I don’t even know where to start,” Cassandra began. “Do I even have time to do that? It’s almost evening here and night is going to fall fast. There’s no way I can spend the night on the streets here by myself. I’m afraid I might get mugged or…” taking another glance at the group of young men, “...something worse.”

As her discreet glance in their direction revealed, the men whom Cassandra had spotted earlier were still lurking nearby. Some of them had even tried to get her attention by snapping their fingers and whistling at her, but she just kept ignoring them, pretending she was unable to hear them with her Airpods on. She had grown used to Indian men catcalling her during her tenure in the country. Sometimes Cassandra felt cursed by her own attractiveness. No matter where she went, masculine eyes were drawn towards her. It was annoying and creepy, but she had been forced to learn to cope with it. 

“We can look online. No worries. And I’m sure you can find quick lodging before it gets dark. You’ll be fine. Trust me,” Jason assured her. Cassandra could hear him typing on his keyboard. 

Cassandra also searched for rooms available for rent in the city. Of course, anything she found also needed to be affordable. She saved some money, but she didn’t want to be drained dry. Especially when she had no idea how long she’d be stuck here, whether for the short term or for some unknown longer period. There was simply no way to know how long she might be stuck in India or how far her money would need to stretch. 

But while she was intently browsing her phone, trying to locate a place to stay, Cassandra’s efforts were interrupted by a loud shout in an Indian accent coming right at her. “Hey, sexy lady!” Cassandra’s eyes went dead as she ignored the speaker. “Look at the legs on that one!” another man catcalled. “I want to get a taste of the kitty!” The men proceeded to make V’s with their fingers and stick their tongues between them. 

Cassandra squinted angrily ahead of her as she tried to shut out the noise. These men were pigs! “Uh, Cassandra, what was that I just heard? Are you okay?” Jason asked, sounding very concerned.

“Ugh, it’s these Indian men nearby. They are just being pervs, as usual. Ignore them, Jason, and keep searching for a place.” 

“Are you sure? Can’t you just move away from them?”

“If I did, I’m pretty sure they would just follow me. Don’t worry about me, they won’t do anything. These men are all just talk, I’ve learned how to deal with it.”

“Does this happen often?” Jason questioned urgently. Cassandra pinched the bridge of her nose and sighed. “Do you need to call the police?” His prodding was getting on her nerves. She didn’t want to be constantly reminded about the men trying to hit on her, she was handling it on her own. 

“Ugh, yes, Jason, this kind of mild harassment is incessant. But, like I told you, I’ve learned how to deal with it, okay?? Now hurry up and help me with this or else I will be stranded in the streets with more of these kinds of men. You don’t want that, do you??” Cassandra said sternly, guilt-tripping Jason a bit. 

“Okay, okay. I was just making sure you’re okay, jeez,” Jason muttered. Cassandra immediately felt bad hearing his aggravated tone. 

“Jason, sorry… I didn’t mean anything, love. I’m just so stressed right now with everything. I know you’re worrying about me, and I appreciate that. But I will be fine. Don’t worry about those men. I can handle it on my own. Please understand,” Cassandra assured him, doing her best to maintain a calm voice. 

Jason sighed. “Yes, Cassandra, I understand. I’m just worried, that’s all. But enough of that now. Let me hurry up and help you out so you can get off of those streets.” 

“Aw, my hero,” Cassandra chuckled. 

Scrolling through one page and website after another, Jason and Cassandra kept assiduously searching for whatever lodging might be available. Some listings were too expensive, while the cheaper ones were sketchy as hell. But even as they continued to investigate her options, more distant catcalls came blaring at her.

“Come on, hot stuff! Look over here! I know you can hear us! Just blow us a kiss! Or show us your tits!” One of the men pulled his shirt up and showed off his hairy chest to get her to do the same. Cassandra clenched her fist as she continued to ignore them. Experience had taught her that ignoring pervy catcallers was the best method of avoiding a confrontation. Responding to them only tended to rile them up. 

However, Jason could still overhear the kinds of things those men were saying to his lovely girlfriend. It was frustrating, not being able to do anything from where he was. He had no choice but to trust Cassandra’s conviction that she could fend for herself. 

Quickening his efforts, Jason eventually found a listing that fell within Cassandra’s budget. But he might have rushed his selection due to his desire to get Cassandra away from those men as soon as possible.

“Hey, Cassandra! I think I found you a good place to stay,” Jason urgently informed her. 

“It better not be some rundown building in some sketchy part of town.” Cassandra sighed heavily. This whole ordeal was wearing on her nerves. She just wanted to be up and out of there already.

“Well, yes and no,” Jason replied. Cassandra’s facial expression went dead. “For what you can afford, it isn’t luxury, but it’s certainly better than any other place we’ve found so far. It says here that the room is pretty spacious. There’s electricity, of course, and even a shower!”

“So, the bare minimum is what you’re saying,” Cassandra rolled her eyes.

“Hey, from what I’m seeing, this is light years ahead, in terms of what you want to pay. And, guess what, it even says that there’s wifi! So, whoop whoop!” Jason happily cheered. Cassandra chuckled. “God, he’s such a geek.” 

“Here, let me send you the link.” 

Cassandra received the link and opened it. She saw several pictures of the apartment. She cautiously raised her brow as she saw that the place looked somewhat old and a little dilapidated. But at least it had a roof and walls, unlike most of the other “rooms” that were listed, which too often were just mattresses crammed into a room with some other function and no privacy. The apartment looked a little cramped, but there was enough room for a kitchen, living room, a single bathroom, and two bedrooms. By comparison with some of the other bedrooms for rent that they had seen, Cassandra was pleased that the room looked a bit more spacious than the others. There was a comfortable-looking bed and a desk where she could do some work. It was also certainly more private since the room had an actual door. Some of the places were basically all one room, with no walls between the kitchen, living area, and ‘bedroom.’

“Huh… This isn’t all that bad,” Cassandra muttered quietly while she scrolled through some additional information. Based on what she could tell, nothing looked too sketchy. No extra payments were required for power and water. Everything was combined into a single monthly payment. There was an up-front payment for the first month’s rent, which was standard, and everything else seemed in order, with no suspicious strings attached. 

Taking another scan of the pictures, her only gripes with the apartment were its appearance and space. It looked old and a little cramped for her liking. But that was by comparison to the nice modern place she had been used to for the past several months. Nonetheless, this place at least appeared to be livable.

“Okay, I think this is the one, Jason,” Cassandra declared. “So how do I go forward with this?” 

“Well, it says here you have to call the number on the page.”

“Do I have to pay in cash, or…”

“Well, it says that cash is preferred. But you can wire the money if needed.”

“Hm, okay. I guess that’s not too bad. Okay, I’m gonna hurry up and call the number now. I need to leave this place as soon as possible. These men are really getting on my nerves. Wish me luck,” Cassandra informed. 

“Okay! Just text me with any updates and make sure to call me back if anything happens. Be safe. I Love you, bye,” Jason said happily. 

“Alright, bye-bye. Kisses,” Cassandra said into the phone, before hanging up. “Thank god for Jason. I don’t know what I would do without him,” she thought. 

The name of the apartment’s owner was ‘Raj Vatel’. Cassandra cautiously tilted her head to the side. Ideally, she would have wanted to rent a room from a woman. But Cassandra was fresh out of choices. Cheap and off the streets were the main objectives here, so she couldn’t be picky.

Dialing the number into her phone, she anxiously waited for her call to be picked up. As the phone rang, Cassandra scanned her surroundings. She stuck out like a sore thumb. Yes, she had tanned skin like the native people here, but she was completely different from them. From the way she dressed and presented herself, there could be no doubt that Cassandra was a foreigner. She was growing increasingly paranoid about all the stares that she was attracting. Especially from the group of vulgar men nearby.

As the phone finally picked up, Cassandra sprang to her feet. “Hello?” a male voice said in a thick Indian accent. Cassandra froze for a second, not knowing what to say. “Hello??” he said again.

“Hi, uh-, hello!” Cassandra uttered. 

“Hm? Who is this? Why are you calling this number?” he responded, sounding a bit annoyed.

“Oh! Sorry for intruding on you, but I was interested in renting out the room you posted online,” Cassandra quickly explained. There was a brief silence from the man on the other end of the call. 

“Ah! So you are interested in the room, yes? That’s great! How soon can you come by here to see for yourself??” the man eagerly asked, his voice was rough and aged. Cassandra noted his sudden change in tone. 

“Well, preferably as soon as possible. Like today, before it gets dark,” Cassandra answered.

“Sure, sure! Today can work. I’m just returning from the bazaar. I should be there soon! So I would say make your way here right away,” he instructed. Cassandra was taken aback by how fast things were moving. 

“Wait, uh, do we have to discuss payment or anything?” she asked.

“Ah, it will be fine. We will just talk about it when we see each other, yes?” Cassandra sighed and nodded to herself. 

“Okay… I’ll meet you there, then.”

“Just follow the directions I’ve put on the page. I will see you then, goodbye!” Before Cassandra could say anything further, the call ended. The man’s gruff-sounding voice and heavy accent had made it a little hard to understand what he was saying, but at least he spoke English. 

Checking the address on the page, she stood up and called for a taxi. But even as she did so, her catcallers began to shout more things at her. “Awww, where are you going, sexy lady? Just stay here a little longer. We want to keep seeing your sexy body, hehe!”

Dismissively shaking her head, Cassandra urgently waited for a taxi to come and swoop her out of this place. She’d had enough of these men already. After what felt like ages, a taxi finally pulled up to her. Gathering her belongings, she stuffed them into the trunk and climbed into the car.

“Show us your boobs before you leave, hot stuff!” one of the men said, trying to get in one last word. “Hey! Don’t go! I want to see you naked!” Cassandra’s eyes widened in pure disgust, they were just unbelievably obscene, so vulgar. She wanted to castrate every single one of them. 

“See you never you filthy animals,” Cassandra mused to herself as she glanced at her perverted assailants one last time before slamming the taxi door shut. 

“Hello, ma’am, where would you like to go?” the taxi driver inquired with an Indian accent. 

“Uh, take me here,” Cassandra sighed, showing him the address to the apartment. He nodded and drove off from the airport and its intrusive groups of rude men. 

Crossing her legs, Cassandra brought up her phone, texting Jason that she was safe in a taxi and otherwise updating her progress. Putting her phone down, Cassandra exhaled heavily and gazed out the window. She was relieved that it was finally over. She didn’t know how much more she could have taken before she broke down or otherwise lost her cool. But now, all that was water under the bridge. Cassandra wouldn’t gain anything by dwelling on it.

She watched the bustling city go past as the car proceeded toward her destination. Cassandra was always amazed at how densely populated this place was. Children were playing on the streets, rows of small food stands, and shops around almost every corner. She even saw some cows wandering around. However, the police were already taking to the streets to enforce the lockdown. 

“Things are only going to get worse from here…” Cassandra concluded.

Turning her attention away from the side window, she looked ahead to the front of the taxi. The driver hadn’t made any effort to make small talk with her, but she noticed that he was constantly glancing at her through the rearview mirror. As she caught his eyes, he quickly focused on the road ahead. Cassandra cocked her brow. “Oh, brother… Is this guy checking me out too??” she annoyingly wondered. A shiver went down her spine at being gawked at by yet another foreign man. But she had to just let it go, she lacked the energy to care anymore. 

Arriving at her destination, Cassandra paid the taxi driver and exited the car onto a somewhat busy street lined with gloomy-looking buildings. Reclaiming her belongings from the trunk, Cassandra deposited them on the sidewalk. As she stood there, she surveyed the urban apartment complex before her. She hadn’t expected anything lavish from her temporary new home, but it reminded her of the projects back in the States. However uncomfortable she might feel staying in a place like this, she was out of other choices.

As she approached the entrance to the building, Cassandra noticed the other residents sizing her up and staring at her with curiosity. Not knowing what to do, she just awkwardly smiled and entered the building. “Fourth floor…” Cassandra muttered, reminding herself about where her apartment was located. Approaching the nearby elevator, she groaned at the sign she saw plastered on it. She had no idea what it said, but she surmised that it meant the elevator was out of service. 

“Stairs it is, then,” Cassandra sighed in annoyance. Lugging her heavy suitcases, she struggled to get up the dimly lit stairs. As she climbed the narrow, creaking steps, she couldn't help but notice the overwhelming smell of mustiness and decay wafting around her. The odor increased her sense of uneasiness. But after some hard climbing, she finally labored her way to the fourth floor. 

Wiping the sweat off her brow, Cassandra leaned over with her hands on her knees as she stood, gasping for breath. Grabbing the collar of her shirt, she fanned herself. “God, it’s so hot out here,” she uttered in a breathy voice. Cassandra’s body was hot and sticky from this country’s searing atmosphere. Thank god this place had a shower, she was really going to need one once she got settled in.

Finally catching her breath, Cassandra checked the room number on her phone. “Okay, room 437.” She also checked if Jason had texted her back, but still saw nothing new from him. Putting her phone away, Cassandra again grabbed her luggage and trudged along. As she walked along the balcony walkway, she carefully checked each room number until she finally found room 437. 

Putting her things down, she just stared at the front door for a few moments. She took a deep breath and composed herself. She felt uncertain knowing that this would be her temporary home for god knows how long. With her fiance halfway across the world and her new landlord an unknown quantity, Cassandra couldn’t help but wonder what this man would even look like. Well, she thought, “He’s not exactly the landlord, he doesn’t own the whole apartment complex. But he’s still kind of like my landlord because he’s the guy I’ll be paying for my room. Plus, he’s also going to be like my roommate, because I have to live in the same apartment as him. Okay, maybe not roommate, exactly, because they would each have their own bedroom: housemate?”

“Enough delaying,” Cassandra chided herself: the terminology doesn’t matter, what matters is what kind of guy he is. Raising her balled-up hand to the door, she carefully knocked on it. Immediately, she heard rustling from within, then footsteps approaching the door. The insulation couldn’t be all that great, since she could easily hear his feet dragging across the floor. The locks clicked and the door swung open. Cassandra’s fetching blue eyes widened as she took in the sight of her new landlord and roommate. 

He was an older man. He looked like he was in his mid-fifties, maybe early sixties. His skin was dark, way darker than hers, and possessed a balding head of graying hair with a notable receding hairline. His face was wrinkly and had a light rough stubble of white hairs. As Cassandra looked down at his body, his form was somewhat unappealing and gave off very creepy vibes. He was a bit skinny with a noticeable beer belly that formed a bulge in his stained white tank top and was shorter than her with his eye line right around her chin. Cassandra was also taken aback by how hairy he was. She could see some curly graying chest hair puffing out from the neck of his shirt, and his arms were also veiled with aged hair. 

Cassandra felt her stomach sink. “This is the guy I will be staying with?! He looks gross!” she screamed to herself. Her luck with men today had gone from bad to worse! But at least his older appearance made him look harmless, like Ghandi. 

Her scrutiny of him was interrupted by a boisterous greeting. “Ah! You must be the one who wants to rent my spare room! Is that right?” he merrily said. His Indian accent was more apparent than ever. 

“Uh- yeah… You must be Mr. Vatel. Nice to meet you,” Cassandra greeted him cautiously. 

“Ah, yes. You are correct! But you can just call me Raj.” Then his dark eyes took their turn at scanning up and down the attractive woman before him. He liked what he saw. Cassandra's mind was racing too fast to notice his leering eyes. She was more focused on the fact that she was going to have to live with this old man! But however unattractive she found him, he at least seemed friendly and welcoming.

“I uh- think I’m just gonna stick with Mr. Vatel for now, thanks… Since we just met and all,” she insisted firmly while trying to lighten her tone to avoid sounding rude.

Raj gave an understanding nod. “Of course, of course! No worries! Whatever you feel more comfortable with. But may I ask the name of a pretty lady such as yourself?” he grinned. Cassandra's eyes widened in surprise. She wasn’t sure if he was trying to flirt with her, or just being nice. But, being honest with herself, most people had been very hospitable to her during her stay in this country. Apart from the rude groups of shiftless young men, like those she had run into earlier outside the airport. So for now she would just assume that he was being nice. 

“My name? Uh, Cassandra… Cassandra Torres, nice to meet you,” she answered tensely. Raj gave a welcoming smile and held his wrinkly hand out for a friendly shake. 

“Ah, it’s a pleasure to meet you, Cassandra. You don’t mind if I call you that, do you?” Cassandra hesitated but, again, not wanting to appear impolite, she reached out and shook his hand.

“No. That’s okay,” she replied with a resigned tone. 

As their hands conjoined, she couldn’t help but shudder at how rough and sweaty Raj felt. Their handshake seemed to linger for longer than she might like but, soon enough, he released her delicate hand from his tight grip. 

“Let me get your luggage for you. Come on inside!” he insisted, as he stepped out of the apartment to help gather up her belongings. Cassandra cautiously nodded and she entered her new residence. As she went past Raj, the older man couldn’t help but sneak a glance at Cassandra’s curvaceous ass wearing a nicely fitting pair of cargo shorts. He licked his lips before following her inside and closing the door behind them. 

The air in the somewhat cramped apartment felt thick and smelled musty. But not as bad as the air in the stairwell had. Cassandra observed the main room. As expected, it looked pretty much the same as in the pictures, but with a slight tinge of decay, as if some time had passed since the photos had been taken. 

Feeling a bump on her shoulder, Cassandra jerked her head to see Raj moving past her with her luggage. “Oh, my apologies,” he said. “Please take a seat over on the couch while I get your things into your room. Then I’ll get some Chai for you and we can get better acquainted with each other.” 

Cassandra just nodded and plopped her tense and tired self down on the dusty-looking brown couch. As she sank back against the cushions, Cassandra exhaled heavily. Her mind was still trying to catch up with the situation she found herself in. Here she was, far from home and living with an unpleasant-looking old man. She debated whether to just back out now before she got herself even deeper into this. But it was almost sundown, Cassandra had absolutely nowhere else to go, and she certainly didn’t want to spend the night in the streets of a foreign city. Especially with the likes of those feral packs of young men out there, just waiting to harass an attractive and lone American woman. Everything was already pretty sketchy as it was; she simply couldn’t afford to make things worse for herself. 

Cassandra took out her phone so that she could check in with Jason. But her screen stayed black, even after she had clicked the power button multiple times: her battery was flat-out dead. “Great, just great. I need to get this thing charged as soon as possible. Jason must be worried,” Cassandra muttered to herself.

As Raj returned from her room, which she still hadn’t seen, Cassandra was able to unobtrusively examine his unappealing form. He didn’t look any better from this perspective: he was wearing some baggy sports shorts along with that stained tank top; he had a pair of cheap flip-flops on his dusty-looking feet. 

Picking up a metal teapot from the stove, Raj grabbed two ceramic cups and brought them over to Cassandra. Placing the cups on the small wooden coffee table in front of her, he carefully poured the Chai into them. “Well, at least he seems to have polite manners…” Cassandra thought with some measure of relief. 

Taking one of the cups, he politely handed it to Cassandra. “Uh, thank you very much,” she said kindly. 

“Of course,” Raj replied, picking up his cup and sitting down on the couch closely next to her. Cassandra's eyes widened as the couch cushions sank next to her and her body tilted over against his. She shuddered as his hairy arm brushed against hers. 

Quickly scooting away from him, she skittishly sipped her tea. “So! You are an American, yes?” Raj declared. Cassandra cocked her brow.

“Yes, I am. Why? Is it that obvious?” Cassandra replied. Raj chuckled bobbing his head from side to side. 

“Hah! I apologize, but yes. Everything about you, how you dress and how you look, makes it obvious,” Raj roared with good humor as he sipped his cup. Cassandra just rolled her eyes. “And your accent is a big giveaway, too.”

“Hm, I see” she mumbled, drinking more tea. 

Setting his cup down, Raj laid his arm along the top of the backrest of the sofa. Cassandra felt goosebumps as his arm came into minimal contact with her shoulders. “A bit too comfortable, are we??” she exclaimed to herself. 

“So, what brings a pretty American woman such as yourself to rent a room from me?” Raj asked. Cassandra gave him a small side glance. He was complimenting her looks again. But at least he’d had the decency to call her something respectable rather than something vulgar. That, she could tolerate. 

“I’m a student abroad. I was supposed to be heading back home, but I got caught out during the sudden lockdown here. So, not wanting to be stranded in the streets, I found your post about a room for rent.”

“Ah, yes. The lockdown is unfortunate. I’m sorry for you. But at least you chose the right place to live! I thank you. This really helps, and if I have to spend my days in quarantine here in this apartment, it’s certainly better to do so with a fetching woman such as yourself, hah!” 

Cassandra gave Raj an apprehensive look. Now he was becoming too blatant with his compliments. She was sure that he was hitting on her now. “Great, I’ll be living with a perv, too,” she concluded. 

“Ah, don’t look at me like that. I’m only joking!” Raj humorously said, fully placing his old arm around her shoulders and playfully shaking her around. Cassandra didn’t know what to think. She’d caught him openly flirting with her, and now he had his arm around her shoulder! Who did he think he was? But with that hospital attitude that he projected, she just couldn’t tell if he was seriously joking around or not. So she just let it go for now. 

They continued to spend time getting to know each other better for the next half hour. Cassandra learned that Raj owned a market nearby and a few food stands, while Cassandra awkwardly told him more about her stay in India. But during this, his arm remained around her shoulder as they continued talking and she was convinced that he was subtly pulling her closer to him ever so slightly. Cassandra just sat there tensely, increasingly bothered at how touchy this man was. She had a fiance for Christ’s sake! She had it up to here with men today! 

Then, as Cassandra leaned forward to put down her cup, she felt his hand drift from her shoulder down her back, inching towards her waist. She immediately jolted up from the couch sensing this. “Is it okay if I check out my room for myself??” she urgently asked, trying to create space between the old man and herself. Raj tilted his balding head, unable to disguise his slight disappointment.

“Sure, sure! Go right ahead, Cassandra. I’ll prep some dinner for the two of us. You must be exhausted from the day you’ve had. Oh, and why don’t you go ahead and use the shower as well? The bathroom is down at the end of the hall,” Raj happily urged her as he picked up the cups and teapot, putting on a warm smile.

Cassandra’s stomach grumbled as if in response to his words, and a shower did sound pretty good right now. Her body was moist and sticky from climbing all those stairs. Let alone the omnipresent heat, simmering away outside. 

As Cassandra headed into her room, she closed the door behind her. But when she tried to lock it, she was annoyed to find that there wasn’t one. Shaking her head, she scanned the room. It looked pretty much the same as it had in the pictures online: the foot of the bed was directly in front of her against the wall, a small desk was to her right, and there was a closet adjacent to that. Next to the head of the bed, there was even a window that provided a view of the apartment’s walkway. Cassandra wasn’t sure how she felt about that; she was concerned that someone could watch her as she slept. Luckily there was a curtain. And, to her delight, she saw that there was even an AC unit fastened to the ceiling. 

Cassandra quickly scurried around the room looking for the remote. She found it lying on the desk and immediately turned the AC on to full blast. “Ahhhhh,” she sighed in relief as a stream of cool air filled the room. 

Retrieving her charger from her luggage, Cassandra located an outlet near her desk and plugged her phone in. She laid the phone on the desktop to allow it to charge. She was eager to inform Jason that things were looking up over here in India. Plopping herself onto the bed, she wiggled her butt into the mattress to see how it felt. The thin and lumpy mattress wasn’t all that comfortable, but it wasn’t horrible either. She hadn’t been expecting much anyway. 

Falling onto her back, Cassandra gazed up at the ceiling. She thought about the way Raj had complimented and touched her. Her mind went in circles. She felt sure that he was flirting with her but, at the same time, he also seemed genuinely polite. Was it just a cultural thing: were nice Indian men of a certain age just naturally a little more touchy-feely? Questions and concerns came pouring into her mind. Should she be alarmed by his actions? Would he try anything else once she got settled? Perhaps she was just super uptight from her previous encounter with the layabouts earlier today. The best solution Cassandra could come up with for now was to try to keep some distance between her and Raj. At least until she could get a better measure of him. But she was inclined to give him the benefit of the doubt that he was just a very hospitable person. 

 “Ugh…” Cassandra groaned, running her hands down her face. 

Feeling her clothes sticking to her body, Cassandra decided to go ahead and take Raj up on his offer of a shower. Stripping off her clothes and leaving them on top of the bed, Cassandra went to her suitcase and retrieved some towels and slippers. She also got her toiletry bag. Wrapping the towel tightly around her body, Cassandra went to the door and cautiously opened it. Peeking out, she could hear Raj rattling around in the kitchen. She didn’t want him to see her current state but, luckily, the kitchen was just out of view from the small hallway that led to the bathroom. 

Closing the door behind her, she dashed left to the end of the short hall. As she entered the bathroom, she saw that it was lit up by a flickering lightbulb overhead. She was a little creeped out, but Cassandra was thankful that at least there was a lock on this door. She slowly turned in place, taking in her surroundings. The bathroom wasn’t too big, but it was suitable. There was a toilet, sink, and mirror. The shower enclosure was made of blue ceramic mosaic tiles and gave off an aged kind of look, like a bathroom that might be found in an older American home that had never been updated. 

Placing her toiletry bag down, Cassandra examined the old-looking sliding shower door with blurred glass. The door shrieked as she slid it to the side, causing her to shudder. Looking up, she saw that there was a showerhead. But what drew her attention was this sizable bucket almost as tall as her waist filled to the brim with water with a handled dipper to scoop the water floating in it. 

Cassandra curiously cocked her brow but shrugged. Removing her towel and slipping off her slippers, she placed her towel on a nearby rack and stepped into the shower. Reaching to the lever, she turned it. To her dismay, no water flowed through the shower head.

“What the hell?” Cassandra muttered. She tried to turn the lever in different ways until she concluded that the showerhead didn't work. Sighing, she quickly deduced what the large bucket filled with water was for. 

“Is this what you call a shower??” Cassandra exclaimed, pinching the bridge of her nose. “Tsk, whatever…” Grabbing her toiletries she slid the sliding door shut and made do.

Meanwhile, as Raj prepped supper, he couldn’t help but feel giddy that his new roommate was a very attractive young woman and an American to top things off. The second that he heard her voice, he knew that she was going to be a looker. And now that he’d seen her in the flesh, he felt like the luckiest man on earth! When Raj had first heard about the lockdown, he’d dreaded having to be cooped up in his apartment alone. But now, he had a fetching American woman to keep him company. Her perfect tanned skin, her wavy black hair, her long legs, and her inviting curves: everything about her made his cock swell under his shorts. He had to find a way to get some of that sweet American ass for himself. 

When he was finished making supper, Raj plated up the food and placed it on the kitchen table. Before heading to Cassandra’s room, he checked to see if she was still in the bathroom. She wasn’t. Just as he reached her door and was about to knock, the door swung open to reveal the pretty American. Raj’s eyes widened at the sight of her. Even dressed informally in some cotton shorts and a tank top, she looked stunning.

“Oh! Uh, what’s up, Mr. Vatel?” Cassandra asked, drying her hair with a towel. Raj tried to avert his eyes from the slight cleavage revealed by the motions of her arms. 

Raj shifted in his shorts as he tried to conceal his growing erection. “Dinner is ready. Hungry?” Nodding, Cassandra moved past him toward the kitchen. Raj couldn’t help but angle his hungry eyes down to her ass. Her hind cheeks looked so supple and round. He couldn’t wait to get his wrinkly hands on those. 

He followed her to the kitchen and they both sat down. “Wow, Mr. Vatel. This looks great,” Cassandra said in awe as she stared at the food. Raj smirked with pride. The ability to Impress a woman with your cooking was just one step along a man’s journey. 

“Ah, you flatter me, Cassandra. This is just something that my family has been making for years. Now go ahead, eat! You must be famished.”

Cassandra glanced up at him, rewarding him with a thankful smile. Raj was transfixed at how pretty she was. As she was about to dig in, she paused. “Wait, don’t you think we need to discuss payment and house rules?” 

Raj shook his head. “We can discuss that boring stuff later. For now, let's just enjoy this meal. And in the meantime, maybe I can learn a little more about you. How does that sound?” Cassandra skeptically squinted her alluring blue eyes at him. But discerning his unfeigned expression, she showed a small smirk and just nodded. 

As they ate, they discussed where Cassandra was from, her life goals, and other things about her. While they talked, Raj was hypnotized by her alluring smile and lovely personality. At first, Cassandra seemed very tense around him. But as they talked he could tell that she was getting more and more comfortable with him. Raj pulled all the stops to try and impress this woman. He even fetched some good laughs from her, which further boosted his confidence. 

Cassandra’s skepticism about Raj was quickly fading away. The skinny old man was turning out to be quite charismatic and funny. She knew that it was a cliche, but looks could be deceiving. The more she conversed with him, the more he reminded her of her late grandpa: whom she was very close with. The more Raj reminded her of her gramps, the more comfortable she felt about sharing her new home with him. 

“Woah, that’s a very interesting story, Mr. Vatel. Things like that don’t happen back in the States,” Cassandra said, taking a sip of water. But just as she was going to say something further, her phone rumbled in her pocket. Raj cocked his brow in curious annoyance at having their delightful conversation seemingly interrupted by the alert from her phone. 

“What is it?” Raj question. Cassandra checked her screen and stood up. 

“Oh, sorry, Mr. Vatel. I have to take this real quick. It’s my fiance. I need to tell him that I’m okay,” the pretty American replied. Raj squinted his eyes. He knew that it had been too good to be true for her to be unattached. He should have known that a woman as pretty as Cassandra would already be taken. As deflated as he felt, though, Raj wasn’t about to give up so easily. 

Stepping back into her room, Cassandra answered the phone. “Hello? Jason? Are you there?” 

“Hello? Yeah, I’m here. How is everything going so far? Did things go through?” Jason questioned.

“Yeah, things did go through. I’ve gotten settled into my room and just had a great dinner. Mr. Vatel really knows how to cook.” There was a slight pause from Jason.

“Mr. Vatel?” he asked. 

“Oh, sorry. That’s my new roommate, I guess. Did you not see his name on the page?” 

“Huh, I think I may have glossed over that detail... Are you sure that you’re okay with rooming with a guy for the time being? It may be a while, nobody really knows how long this quarantine will last,” Jason said, cautiously expressing his concerns. 

Cassandra paused for a moment. She was still a little skeptical about the old man. But hospitable grandpa vibes during their nice dinner together made her lower her guard. “Mr. Vatel? Jason, he’s fine. He’s an older Indian guy. He’s like in his mid-fifties or early sixties. Somewhere around there. He kinda reminds me of my gramps. You remember my grandpa, right? I should be fine for the long run.” 

“Hm, well, if you say so, Cassandra. I’m just glad that you managed to avoid staying on the streets tonight.” Cassandra smiled happily. 

“So, Jason, do you miss me?” Cassandra asked in a low seductive voice. 

“Miss you? Of course, I do! I haven’t seen you in months!” 

“Yeah? And how does that make you feel?” Cassandra prodded, all too aware that she hadn't had any form of sexual contact for months. Now that she’d had some time to relax, she was feeling in the mood. 

“Well, you know… It’s hard being alone like this, with just my hand and all.” As much as Cassandra adored Jason, romantic charm was not exactly his most well-practiced skill. 

“Your hand? Jason, you have to be a bit more subtle,” Cassandra chuckled, giving him a little break, since she had just been thinking in terms of taking care of her own needs. 

“Augh, sorry. It’s just been frustrating. I miss you, Cassandra.” 

“Aww, you poor thing. Well, I miss you too. I’m sorry that I couldn’t come home. This whole pandemic shit is a total mess. Ugh… But when all this is over, I promise to make it up to you,” Cassandra said in a reassuring voice to which she added a tone that was also alluring. 

“That sounds nice…” Jason replied. “Ah, crap... Something just came up. I need to go now. Dammit! I’ll text or call you later, okay?” he suddenly said in a hurry. 

“Yeah, that sounds good,” Cassandra answered, sounding a bit concerned. She was a little disappointed that their call was being cut short.

“Alright, bye, love you!” 

“Bye, kisses,” Cassandra said, before hanging up the phone. 

Putting her phone down, Cassandra took a deep breath to compose herself. She had to mentally prepare herself for the perilous future ahead. Still, things could easily have worked out worse. But rather than sulk about her situation, she was determined to make the most out of the circumstances she found herself in. 

Cassandra returned from her room to the kitchen to find that Raj was cleaning up. “Mr. Vatel, let me help you with that,” Cassandra said, quickly collecting the remaining dirty dishes from the table. 

“No worries, Cassandra. I can handle this on my own,” Raj insisted. “You just get settled in your room.” Cassandra shook her head and took the dishes to the sink.

“If I am to be your guest, it is required for me to help around the apartment. It’s only fair,” she explained as she washed the dishes. Raj cocked his bushy brow at her but, enjoying the sight of her nice ass while she was bent over the sink, he just grinned. Plus, he wouldn’t mind the help. It would be a good change of pace around here. 

“If you insist. Thank you, Cassandra,” Raj accepted, shrugging his shoulders. 

“You’re welcome, Mr. Vatel,” Cassandra replied happily. 

As they cleaned up, Raj couldn’t keep his eyes off her but tried not to let Cassandra see how thoroughly he was checking her out. The way her shorts perfectly enveloped her curvy butt cheeks was a veritable godsend. He quickly averted his gaze every time she turned to glance his way. But as soon as she looked away again, his eyes snapped right back to her sexy form, his vision eating her up. Raj adjusted his shorts as his cock stiffened up once again: he had to be careful about that; if he reached his full size, his arousal would become impossible to hide from Cassandra. 

But he had to pause his watchful gaze once more as Cassandra brought up the subject of her payment. They discussed how the transaction would go. Raj ensured that things proceeded as easily as possible, which in turn helped soothe Cassandra’s remaining worries. For her part, Cassandra agreed that she would help Raj out around the apartment as best she could. Although he told her that the extra help wasn’t really necessary, she insisted emphatically. Of course, Raj then graciously accepted. Having an attractive girl cleaning around his little home was quite appealing and tantalizing. 

Cassandra was humming to herself as she finished up the last of the dishes when suddenly she felt someone pressing up against her back. “What the- Mr. Vatel?!” she gasped, gripping onto the edge of the sink. 

“Oh, so sorry, I’m just trying to get these dishes into the cabinet, it will only take me a second,” he smoothly replied. Cassandra writhed against the sink as Raj reached into the cabinet over her head. His crotch pressed against her. As he took his time stacking and positioning the dishes in the cabinet, he wiggled his crotch deeper into her ass. 

“Hey! Be careful, augh…” Cassandra groaned. 

“Almost done! So sorry! Almost…” 

Feeling something hard and long between her cheeks, Cassandra gasped. But before she could fully realize what was happening, Raj pulled away. “Ah, dammit… Mr. Vatel… Warn me that you are going to put the dishes away next time. I would have happily moved out of your way,” Cassandra complained, squinting her eyes at the old man.

“My apologies. I didn’t want to interrupt what you were doing. I will tell you next time. I’m sorry.” Again, Cassandra wasn’t sure how suspicious she should be of his actions. But the way he calmly played things off like nothing serious had taken place left her unsure of what to think. Was he really just a perv? Or had their interplay just been an innocent tussle, wholly harmless in intent?

But Raj didn’t give her any time to process her doubtful thoughts as he quickly turned the discussion to the topic of her fiance. Her concerns naturally shifted to her supportive lover. As they conversed about Jason, her most recent disturbing interaction with Raj quickly dropped out of the forefront of her consciousness. She was very willing to talk about how supportive and caring her fiance was. She even showed him the engagement ring Jason proposed to her with on her left hand. It wasn’t anything fancy and expensive, it was just a silver ring with their initials engraved on it. It wasn’t like Cassandra was expecting much anyway, it was the thought that counted.

“So, where is your fiance right now?” Raj probed. Cassandra looked visibly frustrated and distressed as she formulated her response. 

“He’s back in the States…” Cassandra revealed. Raj paused for a moment, indulging himself in a small smirk.

“Is that right?” he said, as nonchalantly as he could. 

“Yeah. I was supposed to be back home with him after being here for three months. But instead, I’m still here and he’s still there…” Cassandra continued.

“Ah, don’t be so down on yourself. This pandemic is just a mere hiccup in everyone’s lives. Things will go back to normal in no time!” Raj assured her. But now that Cassandra would be sharing the lockdown with him, he never wanted it to end. He wanted Cassandra to stay here with him as long as possible.

Cassandra lifted a smile. “Hm, thanks, Mr. Vatel. Let’s hope you’re right,” she uttered.

“Hah! I know I’m right!” he cheered, hiding his true intentions.

By the time they’d finished cleaning up the kitchen, it had grown dark out and Cassandra was pooped from the long day she had. She bid a goodnight to Raj and proceeded into the bathroom to brush her teeth. Once back in her room, Cassandra shut the lights off and hopped into bed. 

As she lay there, she felt her body melting from exhaustion. Today had been a lot to deal with. She had never been in a situation like this in her life. Cassandra had no idea what was in store for her. What would she do to pass the time? Would she even be allowed out of the apartment? How long would this lockdown last? She had so many questions circling her mind. Hopefully, this would prove just as temporary as Raj had suggested and she would be on a flight back home to her fiance in no time. As Cassandra clung hopefully to this optimistic thought, slumber engulfed her and she fell soundly into sleep’s embrace.

-

Days turned into weeks and it seemed that the end of the lockdown was always just out of sight. Cassandra kept close tabs on the news but, to her dread, things around the world just kept deteriorating. It appeared she was going to be stuck here for the long run. 

Cassandra was able to keep in pretty close touch with her parents back home. Of course, they were worried sick about her being stranded in India. Her father even offered to come and get her as soon as he could. But as much as she appreciated their concern, Cassandra refused to expose them to any risk of catching the coronavirus. There was a lot still unknown about COVID-19. If her parents fell ill while trying to help her, Cassandra would never be able to forgive herself. Instead, she assured them that she was fine. But, needless to say, they still worried. 

Of course, Jason also remained steadfastly supportive. She Facetimed him as frequently as possible, but the wifi was pretty spotty at times. So they mostly resorted to calling and texting, which Cassandra at times found somewhat dejecting. She needed to be with him, she not only needed some form of love and affection but, most importantly, she needed to be touched, to have actual physical contact. 

Jason was frustrated as well, but the way he expressed his longing for her every time they spoke didn’t help Cassandra feel any better. Although he never came right out and said it, she couldn’t help but read some implied messages into his frustration. What she ‘heard’ from him was that this was her fault and that if she hadn’t been so determined to study abroad, or if she had been more proactive as the pandemic first took hold, none of this would have ever happened. Rationally, she realized that her feelings of guilt were playing a part in all this but some feelings of resentment were growing inside her. 

They tried to remedy their sexual frustrations by sexting each other. Cassandra would text Jason a few lewd photos of herself, and he would do the same for her. However, this didn’t work as effectively as she would have liked. Jason was always eager to receive nudes from her, which helped him satiate his needs on his end. But the dick pics he was sending to Cassandra just weren’t working for her. His penis was fine and all, but it didn’t have as much of an impact on her libido, especially reduced to a small 2D image on the screen of her phone. If she couldn’t touch it, taste it, or feel it inside of her, it just didn’t do all that much for her. They even tried to have phone sex a few times. But, as with their other attempts to keep their intimacy going, it wasn’t as fulfilling for Cassandra as she needed it to be. She couldn’t help it if she just needed the real thing. And it wasn’t just Jason; her own fingers and the small vibrator she’d brought with her were also of limited efficacy. 

Cassandra had always been an intimate person. She thrived off being close to those she loved. As admirable as their efforts were to cope with what they couldn’t have, every attempt just left Cassandra feeling even more frustrated. Even more detached and disconnected from that human contact that she craved. It felt like she was being teased rather than relieved. So Cassandra decided to ease back on the sexting with Jason. He was disappointed at first, but he tried to be as understanding of her perspective as he could. It pained her to reduce their virtual interaction, especially when it seemed to work better for him than for her. But she was entitled to prioritize her feelings and not just suppress them out of a misguided emphasis on pleasing him. She needed to take this step for her own sake. If she kept having to confront her inability to please her needs, Cassandra felt like she was going to lose her mind!

What worked best to take her mind off things was focusing on her schooling, completing some online work she’d picked up, and working out her body to stay fit and healthy. It seemed like a cliche, but keeping busy was an effective distraction from her lack of physical and emotional affection. But no matter how many distractions she engaged in, there simply wasn’t all that much to do in this cramped apartment. Going outside was still restricted as hell and the only times they were allowed to leave the apartment was to get supplies. And even for that limited function, Raj was the only one who was able to leave the apartment. Mostly because he knew his way around and was a citizen. According to him, the police just weren’t comfortable with foreigners wandering about the streets of the city during these trying times.

Cassandra had to admit that Raj had proved to be a saving grace. She had grown used to having him around. When they had first met, Cassandra worried that he was just like all the other perverted men she had come across. But he was different. Yes, he would compliment her looks from time to time. Cassandra was flattered by his kind regard, but she mostly thought of it as being playfully polite rather than flirting in the strict sense.  

Raj was also very resourceful. Cassandra was very thankful when he managed to bring back some women’s products for her whenever he went out. He even did her laundry for her since their cramped apartment lacked a washing machine. Cassandra felt a little bad that he went out of his way to do all these things for her. But, given her current situation, she was in no position to do anything beyond staying inside. The only way she had to repay him was to help him out around the apartment.

Cassandra thought that she had developed a good relationship with Raj. They usually passed the time doing chores, talking about life, or listening to stories of Raj's humorously eventful life. Cassandra even cemented him as a good friend or an adoptive grandpa. There was nothing more to their relationship than that, right?

One day, Cassandra was lying flat on a mat in her room, doing her daily yoga to keep in shape. Using her hands, she lifted herself and arched her torso forward. She was in mid-stretch when she suddenly heard a knock at the door. 

“Cassandra?” Raj called out from the other side. 

Cassandra let out a steady exhale trying to keep her composure as she finished off her stretch. “Come in,” she informed him. As Raj slowly opened the door, he was met with a delightful scene. Cassandra was lying down, facing away from him. She wore a black sports bra and gray tight-fitting yoga pants. His old eyes shot open and hungrily stared at her ass. The fabric of her pants perfectly enveloped her cheeks and accentuated her curves and legs. 

“What is it, Mr. Vatel,” Cassandra queried, closing her eyes, as she continued to regulate her breathing. Raj snapped out of his gaze.

“Oh, were you planning to use the bathroom anytime soon?” he asked. 

Before answering, Cassandra slowly arched her ass up into a downward-facing dog pose. Raj’s throat went dry as her perfect ass was pointed right at him. His crotch quickly swelled. “No, you go ahead. I’m still doing my yoga, as you can see,” Cassandra politely responded, completely unaware of how hungrily Raj was eating up the view of her accentuated ass. 

“Okay! Don’t mind me. Keep doing what you’re doing,” Raj said before slowly exiting her room. But, before closing the door behind him, he made sure to take in as much of the delightful view she was giving him as humanly possible. 

Raj had been subtly working on his new roommate ever since she had moved in. He had been extra polite and courteous to encourage her to let her guard down. The things he did for her, such as tracking down all the little products she asked for whenever he went out were painfully tedious. With the pandemic still dominating all aspects of life, it was often a struggle to find what she needed. But he made the effort nonetheless, in the hope that all his little efforts on her behalf would be rewarded. Thoroughly rewarded, deeply and passionately. Raj could barely wait.

But today was the day he was going to take more drastic action to lure in his prey. It had been a struggle this past week to hold back his primal urges. Raj had been fiending for Cassandra. It had been so long since he’d last been with a woman. Having this beautiful young woman dropped down from heaven right into his hands was the opportunity of a lifetime. Was god truly looking after him? Or was the old man just extremely lucky? Either way, that didn’t matter. What mattered to him was that he needed to get Cassandra on his bed and fuck her brains out until his old heart gave out. 

As sexually pent-up Raj was, he knew that Cassandra was as well. He could tell based on her underlying frustrated demeanor, the way she fidgeted around in response to the slightest touch, and how she responded to his increasingly daring compliments. He knew it because of the apartment’s thin walls; he had overheard her trying to have phone sex with her fiance quite a few times and how poorly those sessions all seemed to end. Raj tested Cassandra’s sensitivity to touch by placing a hand on her knee or hip from time to time. Of course, he took every precaution to make sure that she wasn’t alerted to his longer-term designs.

Cassandra was in dire need of something. And Raj knew what that something was. All that was left to do now was to make sure she knew it was there…

After spending a few more minutes in her yoga workout, Cassandra stood up and sighed in relief. “Whoo… That felt good!” she happily cheered. Checking her phone, she saw that she had received a text from Jason.

“Hey, what are you doing?” It read.

Cassandra smiled and texted, “Just got done with some yoga? How about you?” 

Jason replied in a matter of seconds. “I’m lying in bed... I’m having trouble sleeping. I just keep thinking about you… ” Their time zones were so different that Jason was usually going to bed by the time he could call or message her. Cassandra rolled her eyes and smirked, immediately catching onto where this was going. 

“Yeah? What about me are you thinking about?” she replied. Three dots floated in the chat. 

“You know… Your body and stuff… I miss you.” Cassandra smirked, but as much as she enjoyed the idea that Jason was horny for her, she didn’t want to get herself riled up since she couldn’t properly satisfy herself. 

“Aw, you poor thing. But Jason, remember what I told you. I just can’t… Sorry. Please understand,” she texted sincerely. For several moments, there was no response from Jason. Cassandra started to feel bad that she wasn’t able to do more to help him with his frustration. But she knew that the more that she tried to help with his frustration, the more it increased her own. She wished she could be there with him; hell, she wished he could be here with her. But what they wanted simply wasn’t possible and it seemed like there was no mutually satisfying solution to their dilemma. 

“Yeah… It’s okay… I get it,” Jason finally texted. Cassandra could sense the disappointment in his message. 

For the next few minutes, Cassandra tried to change the subject to something less suggestive for Jason’s sake, and her own. They tried to talk about what was going on back home in the States. But ’tried’ was the key word. Even as they conversed, Cassandra could sense Jason’s frustration building up as an undertone to his texts. His messages were very brief and conveyed his dejection. He clearly wanted something from her that she just didn’t seem able to give him.

Sighing, Cassandra went ahead and pointed out his demeanor. “Ugh, what is it, Jason? Are you that frustrated right now??” she texted bluntly. 

“What do you mean? I’m fine. Like you said. We can’t do such things. So I will just bear with my suffering.” Cassandra’s eyes widened in disbelief. 

“Did he really just say that?!” she muttered in shock. Was he trying to guilt-trip her? Snarling, Cassandra typed back quickly. “Jason, don’t you dare do that! Do you think I want to put you through this?? And how about me? I’m suffering just as much as you!”

“Cassandra. You haven’t been sending me pictures for a little while. It’s been a little hard. I’m not trying to ask for much.” 

“Spoiled, are we??” Cassandra was flabbergasted. “And the photos I sent to you before aren’t enough?” she angrily texted. As much as she loved Jason, he was really getting on her nerves now. 

“I mean… Those were from a while ago. I need something… new and different, you know?” he explained. Cassandra’s eyes went dead as she stared at her screen. “Unbelievable…” she muttered to herself. 

“Is that it? You just want more pictures of me?” Cassandra questioned. Jason took a moment to respond. 

“I mean… Yeah? Of course, if you don’t want to…” Cassandra rolled her eyes. Taking her phone, she lifted it up for a selfie. She snapped a quick pic showing some cleavage. 

Sending him the picture, she added, “There. You’re making me mad, so that’s all you’re going to get. Goodnight.” 

Cassandra put her phone down on the desk, not even bothering to check to see if he’d replied further. Letting out a heavy sigh, she rubbed her forehead frustratedly. Her temper had been particularly short as of late. Could be because of her pent-up sexual frustration, being homesick, or the lack of freedom beyond this small apartment? Perhaps all of them combined. 

Feeling her clothes sticking to her sweaty skin, Cassandra decided that it was time to take a shower. Well, use that big bucket full of water to bathe. Stripping out of her clothing, she wrapped her towel around her nude curves and headed to the bathroom. She figured that Raj was probably done by now. 

As she exited her room, she saw that the door to Raj’s room was left slightly open. Usually, when he wasn’t inside, the door would always be cracked. “Hm? Is he still in the bathroom?” Cassandra curiously thought It had been a bit since he announced his intentions. As she went down the small hallway, she saw that the bathroom door was slightly cracked as well.

“Strange…” Cassandra carefully listened if he was in the main room of the apartment, but she heard nothing. “Did he go out?”

Shrugging she calmly strolled to the bathroom. But as she got closer, she began to hear faint sounds coming from inside. “What the hell?” Cassandra muttered in confusion. She inched closer to the slightly cracked door. 

Getting right up to the opening, Cassandra was met with an eerie silence, however, she could make out some dripping and weird squelching sounds coming from within the shower. 

Swiveling her head back to his bedroom door, she tried to figure out what was happening. “Is Mr. Vatel still in the bathroom? No, no… That can’t be right. He never leaves the door open when he bathes,” Cassandra thought. She debated going over and knocking on his room to make sure where he was but it was apparent that there was someone already in the bathroom. Puzzled with her predicament, Cassandra subconsciously took a calculated leap of faith, trying to clear things up for herself. 

Taking a deep breath, she further peeked inside. As soon as she got a full view of the bathroom, Cassandra’s stroking blue eyes widened in shock; Raj’s unmistakable old skinny form was somewhat obscured behind the blurred-out glass. However, the glass door was not fully slid shut. Through the gap in the partly closed door, Cassandra’s eyes were immediately drawn to this strange pole-like appendage sticking right out in the open for her to see. Raj had his right hand around it and was slowly moving it up and down its length.

Cassandra was frozen by the sheer amount of embarrassment for having walked in on someone bathing. She should have dashed right out of there but she wasn’t thinking straight. Her eyes kept tracking back to whatever it was that he was holding. 

As Cassandra struggled to gather herself, her eyes were absorbed in what Raj was holding. She audibly gasped having realized what her elderly roommate processed in his hand.

“What the hell?!” Cassandra quietly screamed. 

Quickly covering her mouth, she gazed in shock discovering the old man’s cock. It was big and long: it had to be around eight inches, maybe more! His cock head was big and bulbous and his dark shaft was salaciously thick, with fat veins wrapping all around it. 

Cassandra was bewildered that such a scrawny older man could even pack a cock like that. “How is that even possible?!” she exclaimed to herself. 

Then, noting his stroking hand, Cassandra grasped that the old man was pleasuring himself! Her inhibitions told her to leave that very instant, but for some reason, her feet were anchored to the floor.

She was almost hypnotized seeing something so big… so monstrous… so virile… yet so strangely attractive… Yes, Jason had a fine penis. But Raj’s was on a whole different level! What Raj had was a proper cock! But as she gazed at the lewd scene of her older roommate masturbating in the shower, Cassandra accidentally leaned on the door too hard causing a loud creaking noise to echo through the bathroom.

“Eh? Hello?!” Raj curiously called out, stopping his stroking hand. Cassandra gasped and quickly backed away from the bathroom, hastily returning the door to its original position. 

Slamming her bedroom door behind her, Cassandra leaned her back against the door frame and restlessly gripped her towel. Her chest heaved as she hyperventilated. The image of Raj’s cock was seared into her brain. She couldn’t get over how big it was! Her mind raced, repeatedly going over every single detail of his male appendage like a broken record. 

Cassandra felt embarrassed at what she witnessed. Any normal person would have left without a word. But for some unknown reason, she just had to stay and satiate her curiosity. Weird feelings stirred inside her. Her face burned with sheer embarrassment, but strangely, she also felt flustered. 

Her body slowly heated up and her loins squeezed together thinking about Raj’s well-endowed member. “Why, why, why, why!” she kept repeating to herself, slowly sinking onto the floor. “Agh! I can’t believe I saw that!”

Try as she might, Cassandra just couldn’t get that vivid image out of her head. The first cock she’d seen in the flesh for months and, of all the cocks in the world, it had to be Raj’s monster! But after a few minutes, Cassandra managed to calm down somewhat and gather herself.

“What am I doing?” Cassandra asked herself. “I have a fiance! I can’t be thinking about another man’s coc- penis! Okay… Calm down, Cassandra. Let’s just pretend this never happened. Mr. Vatel probably just forgot to close the door this time. Hopefully, he didn’t catch me peeking at his… god… why does it have to be so big?!” Cassandra sounded like a crazy person talking to herself. 

For the next thirty minutes, Cassandra nervously paced back and forth around her room. She was too embarrassed to go outside and see Raj. She couldn’t bear to think about what she would do if he confronted her about peeking at him naked, not to mention pleasuring himself too! Instead, she carefully listened for Raj to go back to his room so she could dash into the bathroom. Hearing footsteps in the hallway, Cassandra’s ears perked up. Then, Raj’s door creaked open and closed shut.

Taking the opportunity, Cassandra opened her door as slowly as possible, trying not to make a sound before making a run for the bathroom. Closing the door behind her, she locked it and then let out a sigh of relief. She needed to clean herself, literally as well as metaphorically. Perhaps a splash of cold water would help ease her fluttering emotions. 

Removing her towel, Cassandra stepped into the shower closure. As she stood there, her mind returned to thoughts of Raj. He had been pleasuring himself, right here, exactly where she now stood. Not more than half an hour ago… The idea of that caused her to shudder. But then, as she happened to glance forward, Cassandra’s eyes widened at seeing this thick white substance splattered on the shower wall. 

“Oh my god!” Cassandra gasped, covering her mouth. She didn’t need to take a second look to know what it was. Her eyes were riveted on the lewd evidence left behind by her older roommate. She was baffled at how thick and sticky it looked as it slowly dripped down. And there was so much of it. Cassandra wondered how an old man like Raj could remain so virile at his age.

Could this day get any more absurd? Within a short span, Cassandra’s world felt like it had been flipped upside down. How she saw Raj was changing drastically. At first, she had just seen him as a cheerful older man. But now, well, apparently he was just a cheerful old man who was hung like a horse! 

Being in the mere presence of his virile load while she was completely nude felt wrong and depraved somehow. Not wanting to remain in its presence, she grabbed the dipper and splashed water on the cum splatter. To her shock, it took several splashes of water before she could even rinse it off the wall. Cassandra felt grossed out but at the same time, weirdly fascinated. Staring at the sludgy swirls as they disappeared slowly down the drain, she found herself still awed at how much there was, how thick, and potent it appeared. The texture was obscene, yet tantalizing.

Cassandra slapped her cheeks hard. “Augh! I need to put this all behind me. All of this was just a bad coincidence. Mr. Vatel has his needs. Surely he was just being sloppy with his work. Wait, why am I thinking about his personal business, augh!” 

Shaking her head back into focus, Cassandra scooped up some water and splashed herself. She needed to bathe away this mess.

Meanwhile, Raj grinned deviously as he pulled some particularly small shorts up his skinny hairy legs. His plan had worked, so far. He ran the risk of possibly offending her and jeopardizing his relationship with Cassandra but, as best he could tell, she seemed more baffled than disgusted. She hadn’t burst from the bathroom offended, loudly accusing him of any improprieties. Which was good news for him. And it wasn’t like she could pack up and move out, she had nowhere else to go and no way to find any better place to stay. She was effectively in the palm of his hand. All he had to do now was to toy with her patiently until she broke. 

Later that same evening, Raj was cooking up some dinner. The small size of his shorts required him to constantly adjust himself. But doing so was all part of his plan to draw Cassandra into his salacious grasp. 

Carefully stepping out of her room, Cassandra cautiously entered the main space of the apartment. She saw Raj cooking up supper. Upon seeing her roommate, flashes of him stroking his big cock and his huge load on the shower wall flooded her mind. Her ears got white hot and her stomach churned. 

She couldn’t bear to look at Raj right now. She was simply too embarrassed. But before she could retreat to her room, the old man called out to her. “Cassandra! You’ve been cooped up in your room all day. Come on now. You must eat something. Supper is almost ready!” 

As he approached her, Cassandra’s eyes were drawn to his crotch. She noticed that his shorts were particularly undersized than his usual ones and she could make out a big sausage-like imprint underneath. Her heart pounded from her chest. Even when he was soft he was huge!

“I think I’m okay, Mr. Vatel! I’m not very hungry right now. I’m just gonna-,” she tried to say, urgently waving her hands at him, but Raj quickly reached his arm around her torso and held onto her hip.

Cassandra gasped and blushed at the feel of his bony hand holding her so firmly. She wondered why he was acting like this. Sure, he always acted this assertive, but now it seemed different. The strength of his grip sent a new message through Cassandra’s body in addition to his usual jovial familiarity. Given his appearance, the old man had a surprisingly strong grip. She could sense how he could easily he could control her into doing what he pleased if he took it into his mind to do so. The realization was disconcerting, but somehow… No, she couldn’t let her imagination carry her away. 

“Come now. Take a seat. You need to eat,” Raj continued to insist as that wrinkly hand guided her to the table. He pulled out a chair for her and Cassandra reluctantly sat down. 

Her tension was relieved a little bit by Raj’s commonplace act of presenting their nightly dinner. It was part of their routine as housemates. And the savory sights and smells helped to distract her from that monster cock of his. Still, as they ate, an awkward silence stretched between them. Beads of sweat dotted Cassandra’s tanned skin, more than could be explained by the outside temperature or the spicy food. She was certain that, at any moment, Raj was going to confront her about peeping on him while he was in the shower. But he seemed relaxed and content, as he ate his food, as if raising any uncomfortable topic was the last thing on his mind. 

Of course, Raj could sense Cassandra’s apprehension. He had secretly grinned to himself when he saw how her eyes had immediately been drawn to his crotch when he had insisted that she come to eat. Her eyes had been quick to dart away, but not quick enough. Her unspoken desires had grown to the point that they could no longer be suppressed. And now she knew that he had exactly what she needed. 

Once they had finished eating, they cleaned up in their routine fashion. Cassandra washed the dishes as she normally would, while Raj cleaned off the table and put any leftovers away in the fridge.

Cassandra hummed to herself as she washed the dishes. This helped keep her mind occupied so she wouldn’t think about the abnormally endowed phallus Raj kept tucked away under his shorts. But then, feeling a heavy force pushing up behind her, Cassandra gasped.

“Gah! What??” Cassandra turned to see Raj pushing up behind her.

“Whoops, sorry! Let me just put these dishes away for you,” he urgently explained. Cassandra’s heart pounded from her chest as he pushed himself harder into her. She could feel his crotch shoving into her ass. Then, feeling something thick and long pressed against her cheeks, she recalled the time that this exact same thing had happened the first evening they had met. It was his cock!

Cassandra groaned and writhed under the pressure from Raj’s body and manhood as he seemed to take forever to reach over her to put the dishes away. She could feel his protruding beer belly against her back and, in even greater detail, his well-endowed member trying to separate her supple cheeks like a hotdog between buns. As he took his sweet time stacking the plates in the cabinet, Cassandra began to wonder if he was doing this on purpose. 

She wanted to say something, but her words stuck in her throat as she focused on the big sausage against her ass. “Ah… Raj…” was all she could say in a slightly moany voice. A part of her brain was demanding that she object, that she say anything! But she remained restlessly quiet as her older roommate pressed up and ground against her. Raj’s eyes widened and he grinned deviously when he heard Cassandra finally say his first name. And the way she sounded when she said it was so arousing. He was tempted to just take her right where she stood. 

Soon, her body was heating up without her conscious awareness. It had been so long since she had been touched so intimately. This felt so wrong, so naughty, but also, so sinfully good… Cassandra’s body had been craving human touch for so long that it had started eating away at her inhibitions. 

Finally, Raj stepped away from behind her. Cassandra exhaled in relief as she leaned against the sink. “Ra- Mr. Vatel… What the hell?” she complained in a low breathy voice. The old man grinned evilly behind her. 

“So sorry! I was just trying to be helpful,” he replied, trying to sound as sincerely apologetic as possible. 

“Augh… I told you… If you need me to move, just tell me…” Cassandra reminded him, trying to keep a composed voice. She could feel her chest fluttering and her ears burning. 

“Hm, my apologies. I must have forgotten you told me that. Argh, this old brain of mine, he he,” he answered humorously. Cassandra turned her head just enough to see his aged face. Immediately, from the corner of her eye, she saw that Raj was bricked up under those small shorts of his. She swiftly averted her face back toward the sink, hoping he hadn’t noticed her checking out his package again.

“Hm, I think I’m going to go ahead and get some sleep,” Raj announced. “Make sure you turn off the lights on your way out.”

Hearing his footsteps disappear in the distance, Cassandra began to immediately hyperventilate as she supported herself against the front of the sink. Her mind raced as she tried to process what had just happened. Now instead of having the mere image of his cock firmly lodged in her brain she now knew exactly how it felt against her. And she was sure that she had seen that he was erect as well. 

Cassandra was at a loss for words. This day had flipped her world upside down. Everything she knew about Raj was changing, seemingly right before her very eyes. “Did he do that on purpose?? Ugh… why is he so big…” Cassandra anxiously muttered to herself. Then, remembering her fiance, Jason, she quickly shook her head.

“I can’t be thinking of this! What am I doing?! This is wrong! So wrong!” she screamed in her head. 

Finishing up with the dishes, Cassandra turned the kitchen and living room lights off as she got ready for bed. Plopping herself down on her mattress, she just stared at the ceiling. The darkness of the room engulfed her vision but did nothing to dispel the imagery in her brain. Cassandra just lay there, trapped with only her thoughts for company. Everything that had happened today just kept playing out, over and over again, on repeat in her mind. She couldn’t understand why she kept thinking about Raj’s cock. Yes, she had certainly known that some men were just bigger than others but, for some reason, she could not stop thinking about how imposing this particular male appendage looked and felt.

Such thoughts were wrong and depraved. Inexcusable! Cassandra had a fiance so, in some way, her obsessive thoughts also made her feel as if she was cheating. But she hadn’t seen or touched or enjoyed a man’s penis in such a long time! Jason was so far away! Hugging her pillow, Cassandra shut her eyes and tried to get some sleep. She hoped that this was just some sort of lucid dream and that, by the time she woke up, this would be long forgotten.

But as she lay there, her body began to heat up again and her loins involuntarily clenched. She writhed and squirmed in bed as she struggled to forget. But the more she tried to forget, the more she remembered. Every detail of Raj’s cock dominated her mind. His length, thickness, and the lewd details that had impressed themselves into her succulent cheeks all caused her to unknowingly bite her lip in the darkness. Her need for a good solid fucking dominated her consciousness more than ever. Unbeknownst to her, her panties became saturated with moisture from her leaking pussy. 

Throughout the entire night, Cassandra struggled to get any sleep. She thrashed and turned in bed. She sweated profusely, making it even harder to sleep. And, making things even worse, was the persistent itch formed deep inside that pestered her relentlessly.

While all this was happening, over on her desk, her phone was pinging with some built-up notifications from Jason…

-

By the time morning finally dawned, Cassandra’s eyes were bloodshot red. She lay on her bed well into the afternoon, hoping to evade Raj. But avoiding him physically was futile. She couldn’t even elude her own thoughts. Every time her thoughts turned to her older roommate, they ran straight ahead, envisioning the heavy package he carried in excruciating detail. She felt disgusted with herself, and she was incapable of bringing herself to encountering him in person. 

As her sleep-deprived delirium wore on without letup, the wetness in Cassandra’s crotch slowly began to impinge on consciousness. Reaching under her shorts, her eyes widened as she realized that her panties were absolutely soaked. “Augh, what the hell?!” she exclaimed to herself. “No no no… This can’t be… Shit… No!” Cassandra was in disbelief. Had she gotten wet just from thinking about that old man’s cock? She wanted to deny it, but the evidence was right there, stretching stickily between her fingers.

Soon, she was forced to come to terms with why her body had felt so strange throughout the night. “God, I’m such a perv… Did I really get horny from all of this? Ugh, Mr. Vatel… Why do you have to be so hung…”  she thought, disappointed with herself. 

Finally mustering some resolve, Cassandra dragged her exhausted body out of bed. She figured that a shower could only help. She felt gross and sticky, and the cold water would certainly jolt her awake. But before she went to the bathroom, she checked her phone.

As soon as she did, she saw that there were several texts from Jason: telling her that he was sorry, and asking if she was okay. The shame of thinking about another man’s penis while she was engaged weighed heavy on her shoulders. Too ashamed to tell him the truth, her reply was simple, and true as far as it went: “I’m fine, love. Just been a bit stressed lately, sorry if I took it out on you.” He was probably sleeping already, so she didn’t expect a response any time soon.

Stipping out of her clothes, Cassandra tossed them into her laundry basket and grabbed her towel. Slowly opening the door, she poked her head out and scanned her surroundings. Seeing that it was safe to leave, she exited her room and went down the hall to the bathroom, where it all began... But just as she was about to reach for the knob, she heard a voice call out to her. 

“Cassandra! Where have you been all day? Are you okay?” Raj greeted, poking his head around the corner of the hall. Cassandra gasped and quickly turned to face him. Grabbing at her towel, she tried to hide her body from him, but it was no use.

“Woah, show some modesty, Cassandra. You’re going to make a man go wild, hah!” Raj said humorously. Cassandra felt her cheeks get hot from his flirtatious joke. She was used to this, but hearing him say that after everything that had happened made her feel things. 

“Mr. Vatel! I’m fine… I just had a hard time sleeping last night… That’s all…” she stammered. Raj smirked. 

“Well, I made lunch without you. It’s on the table for you whenever you’re ready,” Raj informed her. Cassandra nodded and reached for the knob. But to her dismay, it wouldn’t turn. 

“What the hell?” Cassandra urgently muttered. She jerked the knob around in several ways to try and open it, but it was all futile. Sensing Raj still watching her from around the corner, she redoubled her efforts. After a few more tries, she heard his footsteps coming up behind her. 

A shock of adrenaline shot through Cassandra’s body as his two bony hands grabbed her towel-covered waist. “Eep!” she squealed, swiveling her head to face Raj. “Excuse me??”

“Just trying to help you. Here let me…” Raj said, ‘trying’ to move her body out of the way. The hallway was narrow though, so the space was too cramped for the two of them. Feeling his hands tightening around her waist, Cassandra let out a small moan and involuntarily grabbed onto his wrists. 

But since she no longer was gripping her towel, she felt it begin to slip down her body. Cassandra’s heart raced. Without thinking, she jerked her body forward, pinning the towel against the door in front of her. However, the towel unwrapped from around her back, leaving her behind completely exposed for the world to see. And what was worse was that her desperate move had yanked Raj along with her leaving his body skinny old body pressed up against her. 

She gasped to feel that memorable sausage against her naked ass. There was a brief silence between the two as Cassandra panted heavily. She could feel Raj’s breath blowing against her neck. Soon, an ember of arousal sparked from within her. Even though Raj wasn’t the most attractive man, the need to be touched by one overwhelmed her.

“Augh, what are you doing, Cassandra??” Raj feigned, trying to hide an amused voice. He was certainly enjoying this. 

“Gah, my god… What are you doing?!” Cassandra groaned in return, still holding onto Raj’s wrists, unknowingly sticking her naked ass deeper into his crotch.

They struggled and squirmed against each other for a few more moments. The feeling of Raj’s cock pressing up against her cheeks was switching Cassandra’s brain into horny mode. 

“Ohh, Cassandra…” Raj groaned, slowly pushing himself into her. She could now feel that his cock was engorged. Cassandra’s mind was lost in the moment. She had no idea what was going on, what Raj’s intentions were, or what she was doing.

“Augh… Raj…” Cassandra moaned quietly, subconsciously grinding her ass into his crotch. Raj grinned victoriously.

Spinning their bodies around, Raj released Cassandra and went for the knob. Unsheathing a key, he secretly unlocked the door before she even noticed. “I can definitely tell you got no sleep. Did you forget how to open a door?” Raj teased.

Cassandra blinked a few times and then shook her head back into focus. Realizing her towel was still down, leaving all the curves of her pulchritude exposed, she quickly wrapped it around her body again. “Wh- I could have sworn-,” she tried to say. Her mind was a jumbled mess from their seemingly salacious close encounter. 

Then, shuffling past her in the hallway, he reached over and gave Cassandra’s ass a playful squeeze. “Thanks for showing your appreciation,” he quietly muttered, before disappearing down to the hall. 

Cassandra's blue eyes widened and her throat was choked up: she had no idea what to think. “Did that really just happen??” she wondered, baffled. Her brain was ravaged by sleep deprivation and being touched like that had made her body feel things she hadn’t felt in so long. Way too long. Trying to rationalize their confusing encounter, Cassandra slipped further and further into denial. 

Cassandra attempted to force her thoughts back into some kind of focus, she concluded that it had all been merely an accident and that him grabbing her ass was merely a lighthearted, right? Raj was just a jolly old man whose playful flirting was harmless, right? The door must have gotten stuck from the heat and humidity, right? The old man was just trying to help her with the door, nothing more... right?

Her thoughts still whirling, Cassandra entered the bathroom, slamming the door behind her, as if doing so could shut out the way that huge cock had felt against her naked and sensitive ass from her mind. She was in desperate need of a splash of cold water to cleanse her senses. 

-

Ever since that day, Cassandra’s close encounters with her elderly roommate had only ramped up. As the days seemed to flash past in a daze of lustful thoughts and tormented dreams, similarly confusing incidents with Raj seemed to happen more and more often. Raj wore smaller shorts as the hot Indian summer dragged on, showing off his meaty package at increasingly frequent intervals. Every time they encountered each other, Cassandra’s attention was immediately drawn to his crotch. At times, she was certain that he was just toying with her. But there was always a halfway plausible interpretation of events. And that jolly unfazed attitude of his always kept her second-guessing. Most confusing of all, Raj never seemed to take advantage of these flirtatious episodes, if that’s even what they were. Cassandra was going crazy with horniness and the continuing ambiguity of what exactly was going on…

But that didn’t stop his flirtatious advances from getting bolder. At first, he would just give her cute little compliments, like saying that she was ‘pretty’ or a ‘fine woman’. But now, well, he was certainly getting a little too comfortable with comments that were borderline sexually charged. 

But strangely, Cassandra wasn’t focused on Raj’s advances, but more on her newfound libido. She was as insatiable as ever. Ever since she had called off sexting with Jason, she had held off masturbating since she couldn’t properly satisfy herself. But now, she was jilling herself almost religiously. Usually once in the shower, and once at night. And if she felt extra frisky, she would sneak one in the middle of the day. This helped Cassandra satiate her feverish behavior about Raj’s cock and was able to return to a somewhat normal state with him. But still, she felt this underlying buzz almost every time she interacted with him. 

Her newfound vigor was, however, fueled by her roommate's large cock. Although she wouldn’t explicitly think about Raj, she very definitely imagined using that big meat stick of his. She felt ashamed and guilty with herself for thinking about another man’s cock, but it was a necessity to satiate herself. Although her self-pleasure helped relieve some of her tension, she was left feeling like she still needed something more…

As horny as she was now, Cassandra mostly managed to keep all this hidden from Jason. She didn’t want to restart their sexting since she knew that she would be thinking about Raj’s cock, rather than her fiance’s if they did. She felt like that wasn’t fair to Jason, and of course, she felt guilty as well. But to satiate him and ease her guilt, she did increase the number of lewd selfies she sent him.

Meanwhile, Raj cackled to himself in bed every night at his success in steadily breaking Cassandra down. He knew what she wanted. And she knew he had it. He caught her looking at his crotch first thing every time they ran into each other. The way he touched and flirted with her was very calculated. And he was convinced that Cassandra liked it. But as much as her attitude towards him was changing right before his very eyes, he also felt like he was seeing less and less of her. She seemed to spend more time in her room now, rather than hanging out with him.

Raj had a pretty good idea why she was secluding herself. From time to time, he eavesdropped on her, listening to her masturbatory mewling through her door. This was both a blessing and a curse. Raj was happy that his work was having such an effect on her. But this knowledge also made him unbearably horny for her. He was tired of being patient; he just wanted to hurry up and fuck her brains to the moon. So after some deliberation, Raj decided he needed to take more drastic measures to get what he wanted. 

So one day, while Cassandra was in the bathroom, Raj sneaked into her room. Once inside, he observed his surroundings. Everything in the room looked neatly organized, other than the messy bed with a notable wet mark on it. And her room bore the pervasive aroma of her scent. A deep breath of it left him dazed like he could stay there forever. Raj grinned deviously at this direct evidence of his handiwork. But turning his attention to the real objective, he looked up at the ceiling where her AC unit was attached. 

Getting a stool, he stood on it to quickly remove a panel. Reaching into the wiring, Raj did some fiddling, all the while listening carefully for any indication that Cassandra had completed her shower. After a few minutes, he wiped the thick sweat from his forehead after finishing up what he needed to do. Carefully returning the panel to its original position, he stepped down from the stool and surveyed the room, to make sure no sign of his intrusion was left behind. 

It was then that the wet mark on her bed caught his attention again. He was half tempted to take a small sniff to tide himself over, but shaking his head, he figured he would be getting much more of that soon enough. And directly from the source. So he tiptoed on out, quietly closing the door behind him.

As Cassandra sat at her desk doing some computer work, she felt like the air in the room was stuffy; she was definitely getting hot. Grabbing the AC control, she tried to switch it on, but it was no use. “Augh, puta madre…” she frustratedly muttered, even as she kept trying to turn it on.

After a few more futile tries, Cassandra snarled in annoyance and put the remote down. Perhaps there was a slight technical difficulty that would sort itself out later. She wasn’t too keen on mechanical work. She just decided to power through her work, doing her best to ignore the increasing mugginess in her room.

But that day was a particularly hot one, and her room felt more and more like the inside of an oven. Fanning her tank top, Cassandra wiped the sweat off her forehead. “Damn… It’s so damn hot in here,” she complained. After a few more minutes of trying to endure the heat as she worked, Cassandra had finally had enough. Grabbing her laptop, she abandoned her boiler of a room for the living room. 

There was no AC out there, but the more open space provided a slightly cooler atmosphere. Any slightest improvement was preferable to staying in her room. She saw Raj sitting on the couch with his legs splayed out watching one of his Indian television programs. He wore his usual white tank top that clung to his beer belly and the small shorts which displayed the form of his massive cock. Her eyes routinely went to his crotch, then up to his old face. It was so hot, she could kind of understand why Raj had switched to wearing the smaller shorts.

“Ah! Cassandra!” Raj called out. His eyes roved hungrily up and down her sexy form; her shorts were proportionally just as small as his and she had paired them with a crop-top tank top. Her casual, loose bun only topped off her alluring appearance. Cassandra knew her apparel was on the revealing side, but she wore it anyway. She rationalized her clothing choice based on the warm weather. But subconsciously other reasons might well have been at play…

“My beautiful roommate! Finally, you come out of your room! What brings you out here?” Raj continued with a wide grin.

“I think there’s something wrong with my AC. It’s boiling in there. So you won’t mind if I do my work out here, will you?” Cassandra asked, trying to keep a composed voice. 

“Of course not! Oh my! You look drenched! Why don’t you just get out of those sexy clothes of yours? I’m sure you will feel much better then, hah!” he flirtatiously taunted. 

Cassandra’s eyes went dead and she gave a dismissive smirk. “Mr. Vatel. Didn’t I tell you that you can’t say such things to me? I have a fiance, remember?” she replied with a hint of amusement. 

“Hah! You know I’m just teasing. But the offer still stands. You wouldn’t mind making an old man’s day, would you? Hah!” Cassandra rolled her pretty blue eyes. 

“How charming, Mr. Vatel,” she replied sarcastically.

“Heh, you know you like it,” Raj insisted. “I can look at your AC later tonight. For now, why don’t we just enjoy each other’s company? I got some ice-cold rice beer for us to enjoy. I’m sure that will help cool you down.”

Going over to the couch and sitting down, Cassandra opened her laptop. “Huh, that doesn’t sound too bad. I’ve never had rice beer before.” She always enjoyed the occasional drink, and she hadn’t drunk anything alcoholic in quite a while, not since the lockdown, so she didn’t mind indulging in some recreational drinking. 

“Such a shame! Trust me, you will like it a lot!” Raj exclaimed. Getting up from the couch, he went over to the fridge and grabbed several glass bottles of rice beer. Popping the caps of a couple of bottles, he handed one to his attractive American roommate. 

“Thank you,” Cassandra said, keeping her eyes on the screen of her laptop. Raj nodded and plopped himself down closely next to her on the couch, causing her to sink into him.

As Cassandra worked, she casually took sips from her bottle. She liked how it tasted and how smooth it felt going down her throat. “Hm, not bad,” she muttered, taking another swig. 

“Hah! I told you that you would like it!” Raj replied, hiding a devious grin on his face. “Go on, keep drinking, enjoy!” Cassandra shrugged and took yet another swig. The ice-cold liquid flowed effortlessly into her body, cooling her down.

As time went on, Cassandra subconsciously kept drinking as she worked on her computer. One bottle became two, then three. Raj made sure he kept the alcohol flowing to get her all nice and relaxed. Starting to feel a heavy buzz, Cassandra rubbed her forehead. “Oh, wow, I think I’m having a little too much to drink, Mr. Vatel. I can’t focus on my work,” she uttered. Raj grinned deviously and wrapped his hairy left arm around her shoulder.

“Ah, you’ve been working all evening! Why don’t you just put that computer down and we’ll just keep enjoying the rest of our evening together?” he hollered, pulling her into his skinny old body.

“I don’t know, Mr. Vatel…” Cassandra said, haltingly.

“Gah! Don’t give me that. Come on, let’s just keep drinking and relaxing together, yes? Don’t you think you have earned a break?” Raj continued to prod. Cassandra cocked her brow. She had been working pretty hard lately. Perhaps she did deserve a little break. And it was getting pretty late in the evening too, so she might as well wrap her work up anyway. 

“I-, okay. I could have just one or two more drinks, I suppose,” Cassandra agreed. Raj’s grin grew from ear to ear. Reaching over with his free hand, he carefully closed her laptop and placed it on the coffee table in front of them. 

As the evening went on, rice beer continued to flow. Cassandra was now crossing the boundary into tipsiness but was still coherent enough to be aware of her actions; due to her family’s ancestry, she could handle her drink somewhat better than most people.

As they conversed, Cassandra and Raj began to reveal more personal things about each other. They talked more about his eventful life, then eventually his love life. Raj revealed a few stories about his vigor in his early years. He even went so far as to describe it in great detail. Under normal circumstances, Cassandra would be thoroughly disturbed by his vulgar stories. But since she was under the influence, and still pent up with her underlying sexual frustration, Cassandra’s reaction was of intrigue and arousal. 

“Mr. Vatel! Stop that! You are being so foul,” Cassandra playfully exclaimed, playfully slapping him on the shoulder after hearing one of his suggestive stories. 

“Gah! It’s a true story! I swear! I really gave it to her in that shed! Her father nearly caught us, hah!” Raj laughed, tugging her closer to him. “Heh, but enough about me. What about you? It’s your turn to share some stories about your past love life!” Cassandra blushed, contemplating telling this virile older man anything about her romantic history.

“Hm, well, I’ve had a few boyfriends. One in grade school, another in high school, and of course now I’m with my fiance. I met him in college… Hmm, my fiance… I still can’t believe that I’m going to marry him. Jason is such a wonderful man,” Cassandra answered, sounding more than a little tipsy even as she took another swig from her latest bottle. Raj squinted a bit as she told how enamored she was of her lover. He was going to change that soon enough.

“Congratulations once again. But you seem a little too young to be getting married so soon. Don’t you think?” Raj suggested. Cassandra tilted her head to the side and tapped her chin with the top rim of the bottle.

“Hmm, I don’t think so, Mr. Vatel. I’m 24 years old, after all.”

“Gah, see, you’re still so young. You haven’t had the chance to experience life on your own!” Raj insisted, as one of his hands dropped firmly onto Cassandra’s thigh as if somehow emphasizing his point. Cassandra’s eyes were immediately drawn to this new sensation, but her attention was quickly drawn back to Raj as he continued to elaborate his thesis. 

Raj went on about how young people nowadays were always rushing things, meeting life’s next chapter before properly enjoying the one they were already in. He opined that women of Cassandra’s limited age and experience should avoid tying themselves down to anyone man too soon. Cassandra could feel her face warming up as Raj’s words, not to mention his firm hand massaging her thigh sent signals to her brain that drew aroused responses from her body. At first, she resisted the progress of his hand up her thigh by gripping it in her own hand, but as they continued to share intimacies, her defenses weakened. Soon Raj’s hand was back in control of her thigh, irresistibly rubbing her smooth soft flesh.

“Well, what about you? Have you ever been married, Mr. Vatel?” Cassandra asked. None of the furnishings or keepsakes in his home suggested that he was in any sort of current committed relationship, but she asked anyway wanting to break the sexual tension between them. 

“No, I never had the proper chance. I had, heh, several lovers when I was younger, but could never seem to find the right woman. And, by the time I was ready, everyone seemed to have forgotten about me. Gah, it’s the curse of getting old,” Raj responded, shaking his head indignantly.

“Aw, Mr. Vatel, that’s terrible…” Cassandra consoled, rubbing his shoulder. Raj could hardly contain his chortles of devious excitement as she fell for his line of self-pity. 

“Eh, it’s okay. I don’t mind! Truly. It’s just water under the bridge now… But I still get lonely at times,” he explained, his hand slowly creeping toward her inner thigh. The movement seemed absentminded rather than intentional, but Cassandra certainly noticed. The heat of his hand on the exposed flesh of her inner thigh was swiftly spreading to other parts of her body. Her face wasn’t the only part of her that was flushing with warmth.

“Erh… your hand is getting a bit too close… heh,” Cassandra warned, uneasily chuckling a bit.  She placed her hand back on top of his. Her feminine hand wasn’t convicted enough to discourage him from groping, but it was at least impeding its progress closer to where her legs came together. Raj eased up a bit. Cassandra wasn’t finding the contact as unwelcome as she should’ve been. She wasn’t entirely sure how she should be feeling about his hand on her thigh, his arm around her shoulder, his intimate presence right up against her on the couch. She had no idea how potent the rice beer actually was, but the more she consumed, the weaker her inhibitions were getting. 

“Oh, I’m sorry, I don’t know what came over me! The alcohol must be getting to me,” Raj chuckled, acting like he was trying to pull himself together. He had drunk very little and his words were only intended to offer a plausible excuse for Cassandra’s increasing impairment. “It’s just that you’re such an attractive woman and I really enjoy having you here with me.”

Cassandra smiled. “Thanks. It’s nice to be appreciated,” she replied. “But, please, let’s not let things get too far. I still have a fiance, remember?” 

“Gah, I know!” Raj growled. “What a lucky guy, I must say. I mean look at you. You are one of the most, no, the most attractive women I have ever come across. Gah, it just makes me feel lonely again. Where were you thirty years ago?!”

Cassandra wasn’t sure whether she should be flattered by his compliments or perved out instead. His encroaching hand, meanwhile, had returned to its persistent antics. “Ah, well, those are very kind words, Mr. Vatel. I am a very lucky woman to have Jason,” she said, trying to keep her composure. 

“But do you mind if you keep your hands a bit more to yourself? You shouldn’t be touching a woman who is already spoken for.” Although she was amused by the playful touching like before, now it was getting too dangerous. The machinations of Raj’s hand lessened again for a moment, but it still maintained its placement, dangerously high and deep in her thigh.  

“Gah, apologies again!” Raj replied, trying his best to sound sincere. “It’s so easy to forget when you are so damn alluring. Augh! Why do you have to live with me?! Hah!” Cassandra awkwardly smiled at his suggestive words.

“Heh… Mr. Vatel… I know you find me attractive… But maybe you could tone things down just a bit?” Cassandra tried to suggest. Raj chuckled and shook his head.

“What? You don’t like being called an attractive woman? Because I don’t like to lie.”

“It’s not that, Mr. Vatel. It’s just…” Cassandra tried to explain but was again interrupted by his creeping hand. 

“Cassandra… I just can’t get you out of my mind,” Raj said in a low voice. “You are just so beautiful, so sexy, so irresistible…” His hand now drew deeper into her thigh more aggressively as he turned toward her. Under cover of the movement of his body, his trespassing hand rotated inward, his fingers now working their way deeper between her hot, smooth, naked things. 

Cassandra’s eyes widened at his more forthright words; she again tried to arrest the depredations of his invasive touch, but her efforts were ineffectual. “Mr. Vatel! I appreciate your kind words, but you really need to stop now. You shouldn’t be doing this…” she said, trying to state her limits more firmly. 

“Gah, those words weren’t just meant to be kind. I know you like it when I say such things to you. Don’t lie,” Raj declared. His arm around her shoulder slid down to her hip, pulling her into him more closely. Cassandra struggled to stay focused, but the amount of alcohol she had consumed was making it more difficult to justify her resistance to the hormones circulating through her horny body. 

“I- I don’t know what you are talking about, Mr. Vatel. I just let you say those things because you are an old man,” Cassandra groaned, as she writhed at the feel of his lurching fingers encroaching upon her feminine area. “Please, could you just let go of me? We can forget this ever happened. You are drunk, so I can forgive you.”

“Come on, Cassandra. Why not just let an old man such as myself have a little bit of fun? As I said, I’m feeling pretty lonely again, thanks to you,” Raj continued his advances. Cassandra groaned and halfheartedly tried to push him away. “I’m not as drunk as you think, Cassandra. And neither are you. You seem alert enough to know what's happening here. I mean, look at you. You seem pretty okay with how I’m touching you now. Don’t you?” 

Cassandra was taken aback by his comments. She was drunk. That’s the only reason she hadn’t protested his suggestive advances more vigorously, right? “What? Mr. Vatel… Ah… I have a fiance…” Cassandra continued to groan at his touchy hands. 

“Hmm, yes. I know. But where is he now?” Raj slipped in the sly comment. Cassandra shut her eyes; the powerful fingers of his old hand were practically wriggling their way into her crotch now. It had been so long since she had been touched like that by another person.

“Augh… Mr. Vatel… That’s not fair… Move your hand away…” she said in a breathy voice which was less convincing than it might have been.

“Hm, you seem to like my hand feeling my hand in here, deep between your soft, sweet thighs. You might not be saying it right out loud, but your body is talking for you,” Raj grinned. He could feel her inner heat with his fingertips; he could almost sense the slippery moistness he knew was gathering. 

“Mr. Vatel…” Cassandra groaned again, her grip on his hand tightening but then loosening, over and over. It was more like she was massaging his hand, encouraging it, rather than pushing it away.

“Listen, you have needs, I have needs. Why don’t we just indulge ourselves? There’s nothing wrong with a little bit of fun. What do you think?” Raj said suggestively, bringing his face closer to Cassandra’s ear.

“Wha- what are you implying? Ugh… Your hand, Mr. Vatel… We shouldn’t be doing this…” Cassandra groaned and writhed to his touch. A part of her mind concluded that Raj was just like the other men here. That all along he just wanted to get into her pants. But her horny frustrations and tipsiness wanted this lecherous old man to keep going. 

“Let’s say we just have some fun together. We’ve been cooped up in her for quite some time. And I can tell you’ve been needing a little something…” Raj spoke. Then leaning forward, he planted his lips on her neck and began to litter her with slow sensual kisses. 

Cassandra gasped and groaned feeling Raj kissing her like this. She couldn’t believe that she even allowed him to get this far. But her body’s needs were dictating her inhibitions. “Mr. Vatel… Oh my… Ah. You should really stop… My fiance…” Cassandra tried to object.

“Who’s halfway across the world, I know. He doesn’t have to find out about this. Whatever he doesn’t know won’t hurt him, right?” Raj said in between his progressively more aggressive kissing. 

“That, augh… Doesn’t matter. He’s still my fiance. This is wrong…” Cassandra groaned, subconsciously opening her neck up so Raj could have easier access. 

“It certainly doesn’t feel wrong,” Raj grunted, pressing his fingers deeper into Cassandra’s moistening crotch. “I’m not asking you to leave him, I’m just asking if you could simply relieve yourself with me. You know and I know that we need this. We’re only human.”

“Ah, Jesus… Mr. Vatel… no…” Cassandra weakly hissed. But his pressing fingers caused a moan to slip from her lips. “Mhmm, I knew it… You are just a dirty old man…” Raj just smirked while kissing and sucking her neck.

“Come on, Cassandra. Let’s just have a little bit of fun. No one will ever know. So what’s the harm in it?” Raj prodded on. 

“Ah, oh my god…” Cassandra winced feeling Raj’s tongue and fingers salaciously soiling her perfectly tanned skin. Raj smirked feeling her wetness seeping through her shorts. Her mind was in total discourse. She kept trying to about Jason, but her horned-up brain kept drawing her attention to Raj’s naughty touching and kissing. The fact that she let him go this far was taboo in itself! 

Then, letting go of her hip, Raj reached up to her chin and pointed her face towards his. Before she knew it, he planted his lips with hers. Cassandra’s eyes immediately shot open and attempted to push him off of her, but she was too weak from the alcohol and sex hormones rampant in her body. 

“Mhhhmmfff!” she groaned into his mouth. But feeling his lecherous tongue slip past her lips, her eyes involuntarily rolled a little bit back. As his tongue danced with hers, his fingers continued to press and knead into her aching pussy. 

Releasing their lips, Cassandra jerked her head back. “Raj! Augh! How could you?! This is wrong! I can’t be kissing another man like this!” Raj smirked hearing her drop her formalities. 

“Hm, you like it, didn’t you?” Raj sneered. 

“Wha- I would never! Augh let go you-,” she tried to say before getting cut off by his lips. “Mhhmmphhhfff!” she squealed as he began to kiss her more aggressively this time. Her blue eyes glared at him as he indulged himself in her sweet lips. She couldn’t believe that this old man was kissing her like this. His tongue skillfully played with hers as he tugged and groped her delectable body. 

“Mhhm, you are so sexy… A woman like you should be worshipped, in every way…” Raj said in between kisses. Cassandra wanted to be repulsed, but her body felt flattered instead. Her resistance slowly waned as she fell deeper into the hole of depravity Raj was dragging her into. 

This was wrong, she was kissing someone who wasn’t her fiance! But at the same time, Cassandra was amazed at how good of a kisser Raj was. She didn’t want to admit it, but, given all her experiences with Jason, this old man kissed her way better than he ever could!

Soon, her glaring eyes shifted into a look of lust and desire. Seeing this, Raj took his chances and moved his hand up her shorts and slipped into them and under her panties. Cassandra gasped feeling his wrinkly fingers make their way towards her wet slit. 

Raj smirked between their lips feeling that Cassandra was clean-shaven; she always preferred to keep it nice and clean down there even though she wasn’t expecting visitors, until now… 

“Mhhppmm,” Cassandra managed to push her lips away from his. “Raj! Ah, my god. You take your hand out of there you pervert…” she halfheartedly protested in a breathy voice. 

“Hmm, no,” Raj simply replied. “You are so wet. I can feel that you’ve been really pent up. Here let me help you.” Then, feeling two of his bony fingers pressing against her wet lips she writhed and involuntarily grabbed onto Raj’s shirt. 

“Ah! Raj, be careful!” she moaned. Raj grinned seeing that her objections were slowly fading into acceptance. 

“Hehe, don’t worry. I know my way around a woman,” he cackled, before promptly slipping his digits deep between her folds. Cassandra gasped and moaned feeling something that hadn’t been her own fingers go up her snatch in months. Gripping his stained tank top, she stuffed her face into his chest as his aged fingers explored her soaking insides. 

His fingers felt so bony, yet, so strong. The pleasure made her eyes roll behind her skull. Meanwhile, Raj was enjoying feeling how tight and wet she was. He knew that when once he got his cock inside of her, this was going to be the best fuck he had in his life. But for now, he needed to warm Cassandra up. He could still sense a small part of her resisting his advances. 

Raj dug his fingers deep into Cassandra’s soaking love canal, hitting every pleasurable nerve possible. Cassandra’s resistance further deteriorated causing her to relax more. Sensing this, Raj took her hand and guided it onto his raging hard-on. Feeling her hand on his throbbing cock under his shorts, Cassandra’s eyes shot open and immediately looked where her hand was.

“Mhhmpph! Raj!” Cassandra gasped, pulling her lips away from the old man. “You’re making me touch… touch your…”

“My cock, yes, I know,” Raj finished her sentence. Cassandra froze. She could feel how thick and big he was. He throbbed in her hand, hypnotizing her. 

“...I uh… Raj! You pervert!” she momentarily snapped out of her daze. Her eyes were still locked on her hand holding his imprint. “Oh my god… It’s so big…” she quietly mumbled. Raj grinned victoriously.

“Hm, it is,” he sneered. “But you already knew that didn’t you?” His little remark caused Cassandra’s face to blush heavily. She wondered what he meant by that. But in the back of her mind, she already knew.

“Wha- what are you talking about?!” she exclaimed, still gripping his shaft.

Raj smirked and chuckled deviously. “I see you always checking out my crotch whenever we see each other. It’s the first thing to do before looking up to my face. I can sense I have something you want,” Raj explained, wiggling his fingers inside Cassandra’s aching snatch. 

“Ah!” she moaned. “...No, you’re… you’re making that up. I wasn’t…” she struggled to finish her sentence. Cassandra knew he was right. She just didn’t want to admit to this old bastard. “You have nothing I want!” Shaking his head, Raj released his grip from Cassandra’s wrist. To his delight, she still held onto his cock before finally noticing and quickly jerking her hand away. 

Tugging his shorts down with his underwear to his ankles, he kicked them away. Cassandra’s eyes widened in shock seeing his cock in the flesh once again. It throbbed as it stood straight up into the air. It was just as she had remembered. Other than the small patch of pubic hair she found a little distasteful neatly perched above his manhood, she was still allured by magnificent size. Her mouth began to subconsciously salivate as she blankly stared at his erect dark shaded penis. 

“This is what you want. Isn’t it?” Raj playfully queried. Cassandra was in a daze. Her eyes were firmly locked on the old man’s cock. Then, grabbing her wrist, he guided her hand onto his meaty shaft. Cassandra showed little to no resistance. 

“Feel it in her hand. It’s hard just for you, Cassandra… Listen to what your body wants. Your body wants this big cock. Just give in and accept that,” Raj said in a low voice. Cassandra’s hormones were ravaging her inhibitions. He could feel her wet walls clenched around his fingers after hearing him say that. 

“Oh my god… So… big…” Cassandra mewled, slowly beginning to stroke him. “But… what about my fiance?” she cautiously questioned. Raj evilly laughed to himself seeing her give in to his spell.

“He doesn’t have to find out. Nor will he ever as long as you keep this our little secret. There are no rules in this apartment. Just you and me. Whatever we do here, will stay here forever…” Raj continued his seduction. The repulsed look in Cassandra’s eyes slowly faded away into acceptance the longer she held his big cock. 

Letting go of her wrist again, Raj cupped the attractive American’s face. “Just you and me. Let us take care of our needs. No one will ever know… We’re only human,” he repeated. He could see the internal battle in Cassandra’s eyes. But he was confident that the devil on her shoulder was winning. 

“...This stays between us, okay?” Cassandra capitulated, asking for assurance. She had made up her mind… Raj offered an unassuming grin and nodded. 

There was a brief silence between the two as their breathing got slow and heavy. Then, making the first move, Raj pulled Cassandra's face into his and began to sloppily make out with her again. He was happy to feel that she was returning his kisses with full consent.

As their lips smacked and their tongues hungrily twirled with each other in the dim living room lit only by the light of the TV, the two began to pleasure each other with their hands. 

“Mhhmm, hmmm, hmm,” Cassandra moaned with pleasure as she got fingered and stroked her older roommate's cock. She couldn’t believe that she was allowing herself to be taken by this dirty old man. But his cock felt so big in her hand. Jason wasn’t even this big! And the way he maneuvered his fingers around her needy pussy drove her further into their depraved entanglement. 

The feeling of his fingers curling up into her G-spot caused Cassandra to gasp into Raj’s mouth. Electric shocks of pleasure rippled through her body. He prodded and pressed over and over again, driving Cassandra to the brink of insanity. Her stroking ceased due to not being able to focus due to the sheer amount of pleasure she was experiencing. 

Eventually, the pleasure was simply too much to bear. With one more skillful prod, Cassandra squealed into Raj’s mouth, succumbing to her orgasm. Raj groaned, feeling Cassandra grasping his shaft with a vice grip as she tensed up from her orgasm. He felt her tight wet walls contract around his bony fingers, and her sweet nectar flowed freely into his palm.

With her orgasm finally subsiding, Cassandra pulled away from Raj and gasped desperately for air. She couldn’t believe that this old man could be so good with his fingers. It felt so wrong to allow this pervert to finger her, but at the same time, the taboo nature of it subconsciously further delved her into her naughty desires.

Slipping his fingers out from her sopping slit, Raj brought them up to his mouth and eagerly lapped off her slather digits. “Hmmm,” he hummed with satisfaction. Her sweetness was delectable. 

Glancing over at his sexy American roommate, she was slouched on the couch, still recovering from her mind-numbing orgasm. Feeling his cock twitch, Raj wanted her to continue to reciprocate the pleasure. “Come over here and wrap those pretty lips around my cock,” he commanded, his accent thick and full of lecherous desire. 

Cassandra just groaned in response, her mind was too mushy and lust-stricken to object. Slowly sliding off the couch, she crawled over to Raj and got between his skinny hairy legs. Her blue eyes dilated and adjusted on his formidable Indian hog. It was just so big and juicy, way more impressive than Jason’s…

“Take off that top of yours. Let me see those magnificent tits of yours,” Raj instructed. In her drunken state, Cassandra obeyed his command, slipping her shirt over her head and tossing it aside. Raj’s eyes widened seeing her perky yet supple breasts in full display. 

Without thinking, he reached down and got a handful of her malleable tits. Cassandra gasped and moaned feeling him salaciously knead and grope her. Her cute, pink nipples grew erect from his touch, increasing her arousal. Having his fill, Raj sat back, he had a victorious grin on his face. 

“Hah! I love how soft your tits are, beautiful,” Raj licked his lips. Cassandra felt flush from his vulgar comments about her body. It should have felt demeaning, but instead, she reveled in the attention of her luscious body. 

“Thanks…” Cassandra quietly muttered, abashedly averting her eyes to the floor. 

“Hm, you’re welcome,” Raj replied. “Now, I think you should start reciprocating the pleasure…” he alluded, grabbing the base of his cock and tilting his cockhead down, pointing directly at her lush lips.

Cassandra kneeled hypnotized at how virile and impressive it looked. It was just as she remembered when she saw him jerking off in the bathroom, maybe even better: his precum leaked profusely from his cavernous slit, his cock eager to be stimulated. 

She found herself leaning forward on her own, approaching a cock that wasn’t her fiance’s. At that moment, Cassandra didn’t think about her outside life, she was solely focused on the now, and the monster cock she was about to suck. 

Parting her mouth, Cassandra wrapped her lips around Raj’s cockhead, eliciting a groan from the old man. The taste of his salty precum invaded her taste receptors. Looking up, she locked eyes with Raj. The sight of his uncannily round belly attached to his skinny old body and aged face was somewhat unpleasant, but it was his cock that had her attention. 

“Oh! Yeah! Keep going, Cassandra!” Raj let out a groan of relief. Taking him deeper, his cock delved further into the warm depths of her mouth. She could feel his girth stretch her jaw open and his thick veins against her tongue. The old man moaned, feeling himself bottom out in Cassandra’s throat. Thanks to not having a gag reflex, she was able to take his entire length down without a problem. However, this was the first time having a cock as big as Raj’s. His manhood was buried deep into her throat, causing her chest burning not being able to breathe. 

As Cassandra was about to pull back, she let out a gasp for air. “Ah… Raj, you’re so damn big…” she quietly muttered, as she placed her right hand on his wet shaft, beginning to slowly stroke him. Raj grinned triumphantly. 

“Bigger than your fiance?” he retorted. Cassandra gave him a death stare.

“Hmm, I don’t want to talk about him when I’m doing this… It will make me feel more guilty than I already am,” Cassandra replied. But as she felt Raj throb in her hand, she continued, “But yes… You are bigger than him. But that changes nothing. I’m doing this because I need to. I still love Jason.” She remained adamant in her relationship. This explicit entanglement was a momentary lapse in her chaste in this difficult time. 

“Hm, of course, of course,” Raj groaned with pleasure. He grinned pridefully knowing that his member was bigger than her significant others. He was going to make her fall in love with his cock soon enough. “Put it back in, Cassandra. Your mouth feels so good. 

Rolling her eyes, she guided Raj into her mouth again and began to bob her head up and down. The taste of his salty precum made Cassandra all hot and riled up. The feeling of Raj throbbing in her mouth made her pussy wet. 

She was slow at first, but as she sucked him off more, she began to bob her head even fast, adding circular motions and moans. Cassandra had put her doubts behind her and was fully focused on sucking this beefy Indian cock. 

Raj assisted Cassandra in her sucking by grabbing her long black hair. “Mhmm, hmmm, hmm,” Cassandra moaned with his cock in her mouth, adding to the pleasure. A mixture of her saliva and his precum slathered her chin and dripped on her thighs below.

Cassandra was sucking Raj’s soul from his body. His toes curled and his balding head fell back. He groaned and moaned, gripping her hair and forcing her deeper. Pulling her head away, Cassandra coughed and panted heavily as she stroked his saliva-covered cock. 

“Ah… I’ve never sucked a cock as big as yours. God, I can’t believe an old man like you is so hung…” she uttered, wiping her chin with her arm. Raj smirked pridefully sensing she was leaning into their infidelity more. Her pussy ached as she stared at his throbbing manhood. She had a mile-long stare at his low-hanging balls. They were just so big and virile. 

Sexily licking her lips and teeth, she involuntarily leaned forward and wrapped her lips around one of his balls. Raj let out a loud groan feeling her tongue wrap and twirl around precious pearl. “Gah! Cassandra! Augh… that feels wonderful! Keep going! Keep going” the old man moaned. Cassandra just hummed mischievously, reveling in the pleasure she was giving this old bastard, before switching over to his other ball. 

At the same time, she began to stroke Raj’s big wet cock. The sound of sucking, slurping, and moist squelching filled the dim living room. Raj couldn’t believe his eyes, this sexy American was on her knees, sucking his cock like a wanton slut. “Some loyal slut fiance you are,” he deviously thought.

“Tell me,” Raj began in a breathy voice. “Do you do this for your fiance? Because you seem too good at this to not be.” Cassandra popped her mouth from his balls. To his delight, she shook her head no. “Hah! Then where did you learn how to do this??” 

Ashamed, Cassandra replied, “Porn…” Raj chuckled. Cassandra never usually watched porn often, but due to this quarantine, that had certainly changed as of late. 

“Poor guy, your fiance is really missing out on this!” Raj taunted. 

“Tsk, could you please stop talking about him and let me suck your cock? It’s already disrespectful as is that I’m doing this,” Cassandra sternly chided. Raj nodded in agreement, he didn’t want to soil this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. But at least she was more enthusiastic about their ordeal.

Tilting his cock back down, Cassandra resumed blowing Raj. She skillfully made circular motions with her head and used her tongue to tickle the top of his ball sack. Cassandra’s panties were hopelessly wet. What she was doing was so arousing, and the taboo nature of it all only fueled her libido. 

Cassandra was a totally different person now. Instead of a loving and loyal fiance, she had become this cock thirsty slut. Weirdly enough, she didn’t feel guilty at the moment at all, all she could properly think about was sucking Raj’s big cock and making him cum. 

After a few minutes of intense deepthroating, Raj was finally at his limit. “Ah! Cassandra, I’m getting close! I’m gonna cum!” he announced, his voice husky and labored. Cassandra unsheathed his juicy cock from her throat and began to rapidly jerk him with her delicate right hand. “Yeah? Hurry up and cum you, dirty old man. Cum on for me,” she instructed in a needy voice as she directed his cocked toward her pretty face and stroked him faster. “Cum for me Raj, shoot your load in my pretty face,” she said again. She was really leaning into it now!

“Ugh… here it comes, Cassandra! AUUUGHHH! YESSSS!” Raj roared. With a few final pumps, Raj unleashed his load. Cassandra flinched feeling his hot and sticky cum land on her face. Rope after rope, the old man kept cumming. This was easily the best orgasm of his life. 

His hungry eyes watched as he painted Cassandra’s pretty face with his thick white seed. Cassandra kept stroking him, making sure he properly emptied those big balls of his. She wasn’t really surprised at the volume of his load since she had witnessed it in the shower not too long ago. 

His cum covered almost every part of her face, landing near her left eye, causing her to look up at him with one eye open, and slathering her lush lips. The scene before him was like one of a porno. 

“Oh my lord, Raj, you came so much!” Cassandra uttered amusingly, pumping the last few loads from his cock. 

“Gah, hah, hah, that was amazing, Cassandra… wow…” Raj sighed in relief, slouching back and sinking deeper into the couch. Cassandra let out a proud chuckle. It was so wrong that she sucked this old man’s cock and allowed him to cum on her face, but at the same time, it felt so sinfully right…

With her left hand, she began to wipe away his sticky cum from her face. Raj watched eagerly as she cleaned herself off. As much as he came, none of his sperm actually went into her alluring orifice. “Why don’t you give me a taste?” Raj asked teasingly. Cassandra cocked her brow, she never liked the taste of cum. From what she had experienced, it always tasted like battery acid.

“I don’t know, Raj, I never really liked the taste,” Cassandra replied. 

“Trust me, you’ll like it, I guarantee,” he confidently urged. 

“Is that so? Hmmm.” Cassandra took his offer rather seriously for some reason. Perhaps sex-filled air made her more easygoing. 

“Come on, Cassandra, just give it a small taste. That’s all I’m asking,” he repeated. Cassandra had a good sense that Raj wasn’t going to quit prodding her. 

“Fine, okay! Just a little…” she conceded. Raj smirked with delight. 

Inching her tongue out, she carefully lapped the sperm that glazed her lips. To her surprise, the taste wasn’t as bad as she thought. It was salty and bitter but in a good way. She began to eagerly lick more and more up.

“Heh, told you so. Why don’t you just lick yourself clean,” Raj spoke. Cassandra flicked her eyes at him and began to gather his cum with her fingers and lick it up. She felt so depraved for eating up this old man’s cum. It was so taboo and naughty that she was enjoying it too! Her horny-stricken mind made her do things she couldn’t imagine doing before.

Cassandra thoroughly scooped his white seed, inserted it onto her tongue, and swallowed it. She didn’t know why, but the more she consumed his seed, the hornier she got. Perhaps it was the natural pheromones in the air emitting from his cock. Or the alcohol in her system, perhaps both.

“Raj, you’re just full of surprises, aren't you?” Cassandra teasingly said, sucking off the last of his cum on her index finger. 

“Heh, glad I can amuse you,” Raj said back. “Now, tell me, did you enjoy sucking this old man’s big cock?” Cassandra chuckled.

“Hmm, I did,” she naughtily purred.

Glancing at her left hand, her eyes widened seeing the ring Jason had given her was wet and sticky from Raj’s seed. She just stared at it blankly. Cassandra’s brain tried to process what she had done. She had just betrayed Jason, her loving fiance. A sudden wave of guilt came crashing down on her. 

Panic began to set in. “Hm, ready for more?” Raj inquired suggestively. Cassandra’s eyelids fluttered into focus.

“Wha- what??” she replied, confused. 

“Heh, are you ready to fuck?” Raj reiterated his point. Cassandra’s mouth fell agape. She didn’t know why she was shocked by his salacious suggestion, from everything they had done, it was only natural for things to lead to that.

Her attention immediately locked on his cock hardening again. Thoughts about Jason and her raging horniness clashed. An itch deep in her core nagged at her. Begging her to be filled. Cassandra was at a loss for words. Her fixation on his throbbing cock caused her to push Jason to the back of her mind. 

Raj began to slowly stroke his cock. He tauntedly waved it in the air, beckoning Cassandra to agree to his offer to fuck. “Come on, Cassandra, don’t you want to know what it will feel like inside? I know a young woman such as yourself is begging to get fucked after so long of being alone,” he prodded. Cassandra clenched her fists. She had her needs, but she loved Jason.

However, the brain has a twisted way of distorting one’s moral consciousness. Cassandra began to rationalize that this was just to satisfy her needs. It was nothing personal. It was just sex. And as long Jason doesn’t know, it won’t hurt him. 

Raj could observe Cassandra on the brink of giving the green light to fuck. But as she was about to say something, her laptop suddenly began to jingle with a tune. Cassandra quickly swiveled her head around and opened the laptop to see it was Jason. 

The scales had suddenly turned against Raj’s favor as Cassandra began to frantically gather her clothes. “Ugh, shit! What am I doing?!” Cassandra exclaimed to herself in disgust as she took her laptop and began to retreat into her room. 

“Where are you going??” Raj urgently inquired. Cassandra stopped and pinched the bridge of her nose. 

“I’m sorry, Raj. What we did was wrong. I was drunk, no, I was stupid to allow this to happen. This should've never happened,” she answered back. “This isn’t your fault, Raj, it’s just that… dammit… It’s best that we don’t ever talk about what we did.”

Seeing his opportunity slipping away, Raj quickly stood up and approached Cassandra. “Hey, let’s just reconsider this,” he desperately protested, grasping her arm. “There’s nothing wrong with what we are doing. We’re just two humans with needs, that's all. It’s just sex. No strings attached.”  

“Raj, no… I-,” Cassandra struggled to string words her words together.

“Don’t you want this? I know your body is aching for some sex. I’ll make you feel really good, I promise.” Then guiding her hand, he placed it on his erect cock. Cassandra’s eyes tilted down to his throbbing pole. She could feel him throbbing just for her. 

Unknowingly biting her lip, the scales began to tip back toward Raj’s favor. “Hmm, Raj… You are persistent, aren’t you?” Cassandra muttered; she could at least admire the old man’s tenacity. Raj grinned sensing she was finally about to give in. 

“But I’m sorry… This can’t happen. It’s wrong…” Cassandra stood firm. The old man felt his heart drop hearing that. 

Releasing her hand from his cock, Cassandra turned and strode to her room. As she was about to close the door behind her, she saw Raj standing in the middle of the living room nearly butt naked, and his cock standing straight up in the air. She felt guilty for leaving him high and dry, but this was for the best. 

But as Cassandra was about to close the door behind her, she heard Raj call out to her one last time. “My offer still stands! Just come knock on my door if you change her mind!” Cassandra sighed and rolled her eyes. As wrong as things were, it was oddly left on a rather high note. 

“Goodnight, Raj,” she said in a rather playful tone before closing the door shut.

Swiftly slipping on new clothes and adjusting her appearance from her messy blowjob, she got her laptop and quickly called back Jason. The conversation they had was more than awkward for Cassandra. But she did an adequate job masking her uneasiness. She felt ashamed that she had essentially cheated on Jason with her elderly roommate mere moments ago. To her relief, Jason seemed none the wiser. 

During their entire conversation, Cassandra struggled to keep focus. All she could think about was Raj’s big cock, and his offer to fuck. She had no reason to doubt that he wouldn’t be able to make her feel good. 

“You okay, Cassandra? You seem a little out of it,” Jason inquired with concern.

Cassandra’s eyelids fluttered into focus. “What? Oh… uh, yeah. I’m fine. I just think I had a little too much to drink. The rice beer Raj gave me is a bit strong,” she casually replied, concealing her depraved actions. 

“My Cassandra feeling a bit tipsy? Hah, that’s a new one. Those drinks must be strong if they can get you drunk,” Jason laughed. 

“I’m not drunk! Just a little tipsy… that’s all…” she abashedly muttered. Fanning her shirt from the unusual heat in her room, Cassandra curiously glanced over to the AC. “Augh, fuck…” she mumbled with annoyance. 

“What’s wrong?” Jason asked. Cassandra remained silent as she attempted to use the remote to turn on the AC. She pressed the on button with progressive frustration. 

“Tsk, I guess my AC just broke. So my room feels like an oven right now,” she said with apparent strain in her voice.

“Isn’t it nighttime over there?” her fiance continued. 

“Yeah, but it’s in the middle of summer, and well, it’s India. It’s always hot here.”

Jason tried to talk to Cassandra some more, but she became more and more dejected from their conversation. Her mind was still under discourse from what she did with Raj, and the vexatious heat of her room was certainly making things worse. 

“Ugh, I think I should try and get some sleep right now. I don’t feel very well,” Cassandra groaned, wiping sweat from her forehead. 

“Oh, yeah, you should get some sleep. Don’t let me keep you up,” Jason replied with a rather disappointed tone. “Call me when you wake up?” 

“Yeah, I’ll call. Okay, Jason, kisses.” 

“Love you, bye.”

Hanging up her phone, Cassandra fell on her back on the bed. She stared at the AC as the heat of her cook box of a room caused her body to feel sticky and gross. There was no way she would get any kind of sleep in this heat. She wanted to have Raj fix it, but after what occurred, she wanted some space from him for now. 

But thinking about Raj’s offer had her body heating up with depraved arousal. The memory of his big cock was firmly lodged in her brain. It was all she could think about. She imagined what it would feel like inside of her. There was no doubt in her mind that he would make her feel good. But it was so wrong… so taboo… so naughty…

Sighing, Cassandra decided that she would a nice cold wash would hopefully refresh her enough so she could get some sleep. Plus, it would also help quell her arousal. 

Stripping out of her clothing, she grabbed her towel and headed to the bathroom. Cassandra momentarily halted and stared at Raj’s door. His offer replayed in her mind. The feeling of cold air flowing through the crack at the bottom of his door caused her to let out a sigh of temporary relief. It was so nice against her bare feet. It felt so pleasant and enticing, she longed for the privilege of cold air. 

But shaking her head, Cassandra composed herself and proceeded back to the bathroom. 

Once done, she felt refreshed and her mind was properly cleared. But as soon as she opened the bathroom door, she was blasted by the hot air in the hallway. Groaning, Cassandra figured that there was no way she was getting any form of comfort tonight. 

Going to her room, she felt the cold air from Raj’s AC graze her her feet again. She winced knowing that she would have to go the night without this amenity. But she figured that Raj would just fix it tomorrow. All she had to do was just survive the night, somehow…

In the darkness of her room, Cassandra tossed and turned wearing nothing but her panties trying to get any sense of relief from the hotness of her room. She tried to open her window, but that didn’t help at all, the urban outside air was just as hot, and the fear of a deranged stranger just climbing into her room caused her to just keep it closed.

Cassandra was trapped with her thoughts. She was plagued by her lustful escapade with Raj. She was filled with guilt and arousal ran rampant throughout her body. Her body was sticky once again, and she could feel her pussy moistening as well. 

Raj’s offer replayed over and over again in her mind. His working AC enticed her to accept, however, as she pondered about his cock more, the sexual relief she would get would be all too appealing. But she was more focused on the heat more than anything. 

Her mind began to rationalize reasons why she should go over to Raj’s room. But going to him would mean accepting his offer. Cassandra’s mind raced. She couldn’t go any further with that old man. She had already done enough. “I’ll just go for the cold air… yeah… the AC… Just for that, nothing more,” Cassandra mumbled, convincing herself to go to her roommate’s room. She was adamant about not having sex with Raj. At the same time, she wasn’t totally opposed to it. Cassandra knew the risks, and she was taking them anyway. 

Slipping on a shirt, Cassandra rolled out of bed and exited her room. Standing in front of Raj’s door, she raised her balled fist to it. Hesitated, she took a deep breath. “Just for the cold air…” she rationalized. Knocking, her heart raced with anticipation. What she was doing was so risky… so… naughty…

The door swung open soon after, and a gust of cold air came washing over Cassandra’s overheated body. She let out an audible sigh of relief, basking in the comfort of the brisk atmosphere. “Cassandra! So you finally decided to take me up on that offer?” Raj spoke, victoriously bracing his hands on his thin waist. 

Cassandra felt her stomach flutter. “Uh, sorry, but no. the AC in my room is broken, and I can’t sleep with the heat. I was wondering if I could just spend the night here,” she explained, trying to remain casual. Raj squinted with mixed emotions. He was elated that his sabotage of her AC had corralled her to him, but she wasn’t here for sex, and she seemed adamant about that. However, Raj just grinned warmly knowing he could break her down easily again, all it would take would be just a little more encouragement. 

“Ah, that’s a shame, I understand… But no worries! You can spend the night here. I’ll take a look at your AC tomorrow,” the old Indian man assured. Cassandra let out a small sigh of relief that Raj wasn’t prodding her anymore about his offer. “Come, come, let’s get you settled.” He ushered her into his room. 

Closing the door behind them, Raj locked it, sealing Cassandra’s fate. “Em, so do you have extra cushions so I can sleep on the floor or something?” Cassandra cautiously inquired seeing that the only realistic option for where she could sleep was the old man’s bed since the room wasn’t very spacious. 

“Ah, never mind that. Just sleep in bed with me,” Raj replied, licking his lips as he stared at Cassandra’s fine ass from behind. 

“What? Uh, no, that’s fine. I’m totally okay with sleeping on the floor,” Cassandra tried to say. 

Raj shook his head and placed his hands on her shoulders. “No, no. you are my guest here. It would be unfair for a lady to sleep on the floor. Come, we’re just sharing a bed. No harm in that, right?” the old man assured. Cassandra was skeptical about his intentions. But his polite manners made it hard for her to see past his motives again. 

Before she could say anything, Raj ushered her to bed. “Ladies first. Sorry, I prefer to sleep on the edge of the bed.” Cassandra sighed in acceptance and crawled into bed.

Soon after, she felt the mattress sink as Raj laid down next to her. She felt trapped since her side of the bed was next to the wall and Raj blocked the only way out of bed. “Comfy?” he chuckled. 

“Erh, yeah…” Cassandra awkwardly replied. She couldn’t believe that she was sharing a bed with a man other than her fiance. 

With a smirk, Raj moved to discard himself of his clothing. Cassandra’s eyes widened and her heart went into a panic. “Raj! I said that we’re not having sex! Why are you getting naked?!” she urgently exclaimed, scooting away from the pudgy old man. 

“Gah! No worries. I’m still wearing my underwear. And this is how I always sleep,” he explained causally. Cassandra felt uncomfortable, but it was his bed, she couldn’t object. 

Once settled, Raj rested his hands behind his head balding head. “Heh, it’s been a while since I shared a bed with a pretty woman like yourself,” he teasingly said. Cassandra attempted to lay as far away from him as humanly possible. 

“Raj… I told you, you shouldn’t be saying such things… I’m engaged, remember?” she chided. 

“Heh, that didn’t seem to matter earlier!” the old man remarked. Cassandra’s stomach sank.

“Dammit, I told you, that was a mistake, ugh,” she hissed. 

“It didn’t feel like it.”

Rolling her eyes, Cassandra rolled over with her back facing him. “Goodnight, Raj,” she stated sternly. 

“I’m just teasing, Cassandra,” Raj tried to assure, but not really. Cassandra just snarled. “Hm, goodnight then,” he continued, not wanting to provoke his sexy roommate. 

Cassandra was certainly in a more fiery mood. Raj could tell that the alcohol had worn off of her. But grinning evilly to himself, he knew that she was happily bouncing on his cock before the sun would rise. 

Cassandra hadn’t realized how tiring being hot could be. She quickly found herself sound asleep in the comfort of the cool atmosphere. 

After some time, Cassandra was suddenly awakened by a warm presence behind her. Slowly opening her eyes, she also felt that her breasts were being held as well. “What the…” she groaned in post-wake-up delirium. 

Gathering her bearings, she evaluated what was happening. Tilting back, she saw Raj’s old face stuffed into her neck. Her heart raced as she glanced over to see him firmly spooning her. She felt his skinny old body neatly tucked into her backside. Trying to say something, her words were caught in her throat feeling her supple boobs being squeezed and groped. 

But it appeared that he was sound asleep. Cassandra was torn about what she should do. The right thing would be for her just to wake him up. But at the same time, she felt paralyzed, his warm presence and groping hands had her stunned with a mix of embarrassment and growing arousal. 

Cassandra let out a gasp feeling his stiff cock pressing up against her ass. “Oh, Cassandra…” he mumbled in his sleep. Her eyes widened in shock. “Is he dreaming about me??” she screamed to herself. She was creeped out, but at the same time a little aroused. 

More moans escaped her lips feeling him begin to dry hump her. Her pussy moistened with every thrust and grope. Immediate regret coursed through Cassandra. She knew that something like this would happen but she did it anyway out of the necessity of bodily comfort. 

Cassandra struggled with her involuntary moans, desperately trying to resist her body’s depraved arousal, however, Raj’s vigorous grinding only made her even hornier. 

Her eyes widened feeling his rough hand shift down her hip, tracing under her panties. Cassandra gasped in a panic, trying to catch his hand before he went any deeper, however, it was too late. Feeling his bony fingers slip into her moist folds, she let out a loud moan.

Quickly silencing herself with her hands, she desperately tried to roll away from Raj, but he held her firmly close to him. His old fingers began to sleuth in and out of her increasingly wet slit, causing her to moan and writhe with pleasure.

Cassandra wanted to scream, but Raj felt so good with his fingers. She was melting away from his touch, eroding her inhibitions. “Gah, Raj… Ah… ohhh…” Biting her lip, she unknowingly stuck her ass further into the old man’s humping crotch. The sensation of his hard cock against her ass made her pussy grow even more wet. 

“Fuck… yes…” she involuntarily uttered. Cassandra just lay there in moaning silence, secretly enjoying Raj fingering her wet slit. It was wrong to take such pleasure from another man, but her sexual needs overrode her train of thought.

Then, out of nowhere, Raj suddenly spoke into her ear. “You naughty girl. You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?” Cassandra gasped and spun her head around to him. 

But before she could say anything, he quickly intertwined lips with her. “Mmmphhh!” Cassandra attempted to struggle but the reminder of how good of a kisser Raj was further melted her away.

“Mmmph… Raj, you need to stop this instant!” Cassandra tried to say, but a moan escaped her lips feeling a heavy prod into her special spot. 

“No…” the old man simply stated. Cassandra’s eyes widened. “You want this… You want me to fuck you. That’s why you came to my room, no?” 

“Wha- no! That’s not why! It’s because my room is hot!

Raj shook his head. “Then why did you come in here wearing nothing but a shirt and panties?” Cassandra’s breath got slow and heavy as she continued to sleuth his fingers in and out of her. “Come on, let’s just fuck, Cassandra. You know deep down that you want this as much as I do. We were so close to doing it earlier. Doesn’t that bother you? Aren’t you itching to have my big cock deep inside of you?”

Raj kept prodding at her from behind, his throbbing cock pressed against her ass even more. Her mind raced as she struggled against her carnal needs. Here she was getting fingers in bed by another man who wasn’t her fiance, it was wrong, but oddly arousing.

Removing his hand from her crotch, Raj forced Cassandra to roll over and face him. She gasped as their faces were mere inches from each other. Their breaths were hot and heavy, raising the temperature around them. “Just admit it, you want to have sex with me,” the old man reiterated. 

Cassandra felt his erect cock pressed against her stomach now. That itch she had deep in her core was on fire now, begging to be scratched. With her inhibitions thoroughly eroded, she made the mistake of entertaining his offer. 

“B-but I’m engaged…” she mewled. Reaching for her left hand, Raj carefully took the engagement ring on her finger and slowly slid it off. 

“Out there, you are engaged. Here you are a single woman, free to do whatever. No one knows, only us. You need this, I need this. Let us relieve each other…” His words made her mind run in circles. Cassandra should have got up and left the room, but she remained in place. As much as it was wrong to cheat on her fiance, the old man was right. She needed him and he needed her. This precarious lockdown had taken a toll on their bodies. 

“What he doesn’t know won’t hurt him…” Cassandra rationalized to herself

Cassandra offered no resistance as the old man fully removed the ring from her finger, cementing her decision. Placing on the bedside table, Raj reached over and grabbed a handful of her soft ass. 

“Dammit… fuck… This stays between us, got it?” Cassandra resigned to her depraved desires. The old man grinned from ear to ear. 

“Of course, of course! Let’s get to it shall we?” 

With a slight nod, Cassandra and Raj hastily moved to strip themselves of their limited clothing. Raj was the first to be nude since he only wore underwear while Cassandra took a little longer. 

“Yes, yes… Get naked, get naked,” the old lecher eagerly repeated as he watched his sexy American roommate, lift her shirt over her head, revealing her attractive boobs. 

Too excited to wait for her, Raj got up and crawled in front of Cassandra. Mounting her long legs alongside his chest, he pulled her panties up and threw them across the room. “Oh?! Raj! Oh my!” she gasped with a hint of playfulness. She couldn’t help but enjoy the thrill of her adulterous behavior. 

Grabbing under her knees, he splayed her legs out and rested his hard Indian cock across her abdomen. Cassandra bit her lip as she witnessed the sight of her elderly roommate preparing to fuck her. 

Cassandra couldn’t believe it. She was about to cheat with a skinny old foreign man, well, she was technically the foreigner in this situation. Raj was old enough to be her grandpa, it was so depraved, so taboo! But secretly, that’s what made her excited the most. She wondered how good this hung old man could fuck her, she would find out soon enough.

Drawing his skinny hips back, Raj guided his cockhead against Cassandra’s folds eliciting a long moan lips. Her heart pounded in her chest as she stared at the old man’s cock lurching forward, pushing past her pussy lips ever so slightly. 

As much as Cassandra’s rationale urged her to stop Raj, her sexual needs kept her anchored where she lay. She didn’t even stop to ask if he had a condom since she hadn’t been on a pill for some time since the lockdown began. Cassandra needed her sexual strain released. Thoughts about her fiance, Jason were shoved into the farthest corner of her mind as she sought to give into her depraved lustful desires. 

“It’s just sex, nothing more…” Cassandra said to herself, rationalizing her decision to cheat; she needed this for the sake of her sanity. Jason didn’t need to understand. Cassandra was putting her needs at the forefront of her responsibilities. 

“Oh my… Augh… Raj…” Cassandra moaned, dropping her head back as her folds fully enveloped his cockhead. 

“Argh, you feel so wet and tight, Cassandra,” Raj grunted with a smug grin. “I’m gonna fuck this pussy all night long…” His salacious words caused Cassandra’s stomach to flutter; Jason never talked to her like that. It made her feel so naughty, so aroused…

“Just put it in already, Raj,” Cassandra abashedly urged. The old man couldn’t stand teasing either, this had been the moment he’d been waiting for ever since she moved in.

Licking his lips, Raj drove his skinny hips forward, delving his cock deep into her welcoming pussy. “Ohhhhhhh,” the two moaned in unison and their sexes combined into one. 

Cassandra's breath trembled as she watched the skinny old man between her long legs seal the deal. His impressive girth and length stretched her walls to its limit; never had she had a man this big! Inch by inch, Raj’s cock dipped deeper into her depths, knicking every pleasurable nerve she had, and some she never knew she had!

“Holy shit… Raj… You’re going so fucking deep… Oh my god…” Cassandra purred as her eyes fluttered from the sheer amount of pleasure coursing through her sex. 

Her elderly roommate just let out a grunt as he focused all his effort on bottoming himself out into her American pussy. A sudden jolt struck Cassandra’s nerves as Raj’s cockhead finally made contact with her cervix. Her toes curled and she reflexively gripped the sheets feeling this foreign sensation buzzing through her body. Jason, nor any toy she possessed ever reached that far deep. 

“So tight! My, my! I can tell you’ve been needing this…” Raj said, casting a lustful gaze upon his newly acquired lover. 

“You have no idea how much I’ve missed having sex,” Cassandra replied, her voice jagged and heavy. “God, your cock is so fucking big…”

Cassandra’s pussy welcomed Raj’s foreign cock as he proceeded to piston himself in and out of her. Her blue eyes lolled behind her skull as the old man thrust into her with such skill and precision. Raj grinned, filled with satisfaction that he was finally fucking this sexy American woman. 

Releasing her legs, Raj leaned his skinny old body against Cassandra’s younger, more voluptuous one. Cassandra writhed and trembled from the old man’s vigorous fucking. Sharp tingles of pleasure would buzz through her nerves every time he dragged his massive Indian cock from her depths before an explosion of ecstasy would crash over her as he dove back in.

“Ohhh, ah ah ah, uh uh uh, Raj… Fuck… keep fucking me like that…” the American woman moaned out. Her Indian lover’s cock felt so snug inside of her, filling her way better than Jason ever could. Each thrust sent Cassandra to pleasurable heights she never knew existed! 

The sounds of their heavy breathing and slapping flesh reverberated in the room. Cassandra gazed up at the old man she willingly allowed herself to fuck. His old, skinny body and dark-tanned skin contrasted with her fair, more shapely body. It was so vile, so depraved, but strangely enough, tantalizing. 

Raj wheezed heavily as he rhythmically thrust his hips into Cassandra’s pelvis, eliciting long, throat moans from the American woman. The bed’s metal frame creaked heavily in response to their intense rutting. 

“Augh, argh, yes… that’s it. Ohhh, augh, you like how I’m fucking you??” Raj grunted, wiping the sweat formed on his forehead. 

Cassandra’s striking blue orbs met the old man’s aged eyes and eagerly responded, “Yes! I like how you are fucking me! God, you’re so deep, I can feel you in my fucking stomach!” 

With a victorious smile dancing on his lips, Raj leaned further down onto Cassandra’s body, resting himself on her. With their faces now inches from one another, the old man reveled in her feminine presence: her sweet scent, warm, sweaty body, and soft tits smushed against his old chest made Raj feel like he was in heaven. 

Tracing his bony hands onto the curves of his roommate’s hips, he sunk his fingers into her soft flesh and began to pound her betrothed pussy. “Ah! Raj!” Cassandra squealed at his sudden energy. Her long, sexy legs reflexively wrapped around his waist, desperately tugging him deeper into her love canal. 

Cupping his wrinkled face with her delicate hands, Cassandra pulled him down to her and forced his lips with hers. The two moaned in mind-melting delight as their tongues intermingled in an erotic dance, sloppily trading their saliva while their sexes squelched together. 

Cassandra’s right hand drifted toward Raj’s back, seductively caressing his skin while her left hand rose behind his balding head, forcing his mouth deeper into hers. Cassandra couldn’t help but savor the moment as her eyes rolled back. Never had she had sex this good with her fiance. Jason was never this vigorous, this passionate. Her perception of Raj was changing with every thrust. He wasn’t just some pervy old man, he was a pervy, hung, old man that could fuck better than any man she had encountered. It was surreal how good Raj was making her feel. 

Interlocking her ankles, Cassandra feverishly assisted Raj fucking. Each time he would draw his hips back, she would forcefully yank him back down where he belonged. His long, deep strokes caused her body to shudder with pleasure as his cock left no space empty inside her sopping pussy. 

Releasing lips, they left, long webs of their mixed spit between their mouths. Raj admired Cassandra’s beautiful face and devilishly smirked that he knew this woman was now his. Even though she was engaged, the old man was confident that he would sway her his way given time, and more nasty fucking she had been so eagerly craving. 

“Raj, keep going… go deeper… fuck me deeper, please… I need it…” Cassandra needily moaned, biting her lip. Although Raj was already reaching her cervix, he happily obliged his horny partner’s request and delved his cock even deeper. 

“Ah! Raj!” Cassandra screamed as his cockhead nearly pierced the portal of her womb. Her legs clamped down hard around his hips in an attempt to keep her body from violently trembling. 

Despite her firm hold around him, the old man managed to pull himself back, before resuming his vigorous thrusting into her. Cassandra’s blue eyes rolled back as she was struck with overwhelming waves of pleasure. Removing her left hand from his balding head, she slid it down to his back, joining her other hand as she began to sink her feminine nails into his wrinkly back, leaving red scratch marks in their wake. 

Raj’s cockhead repeatedly pressed against her cervix as he skillfully rolled his hips into Cassandra’s pelvis as if he were a young man. His heavy sack swung with each connected thrust, slapping onto her ass. 

Raj loved the feeling of Cassandra’s pussy gripping his cock and trapping him with her long legs, eagerly trying to keep him inside. She was becoming addicted to his Indian hog. “Augh! Have you ever been fucked like this before??” the old man devilishly inquired as he railed her throbbing pussy. 

Cassandra waved her head from side to side in drunken lust. “No! I’ve never been fucked this good before,” the American panted. Raj grinned seeing that she was thoroughly worn down from their rutting to continue his dirty talk.

“Do I fuck you better than your fiance?” the old man then asked. 

Cassandra hesitated, but feeling his cock knick a nerve inside her love canal, she gasped and involuntarily replied, “YES! You fuck me better than my fiance!” Her unfiltered truth was like music to Raj’s ears. 

Cassandra couldn’t believe she just admitted. It was wrong for her to say such things to the man she was supposed to marry. The least she could do was not bring Jason into the already depraved activity she was willingly participating in. But strangely, the wrongness of it sent a dose of thrill through her body. 

“Tell me, Cassandra! In what ways do I do better than your fiance?” the dirty old man continued, his breath heavy as he slid his hands under her, wrapping his skinny arms around her torso.

Cassandra winced, struggling to hold her tongue, but her naughty desire thought otherwise. “Your cock is so much bigger and you last wayyy longer than him!” Her hopelessly horny mind and body were causing her to spit her unfiltered truths.

This invigorated Raj as he proceeded to pound Cassandra even harder, causing her toes to curl as she desperately braced herself from the old man’s heavy thrusting. Cassandra’s jagged, throaty moans left her lips as she felt her orgasm rising within her core. 

She engulfed the Raj’s smaller body with her arms and legs, holding the old man intimately close to her. A part of her nagged at her to stop humiliating Jason, but another pushed her to keep stroking the old man’s ego and reap the rewards. 

“Keep going! Keep telling me what I want to hear!” Raj incited, causing Cassandra’s inner voice of reason to be buried by her lust. 

“You are better than my fiance in every way, Raj!” Cassandra screamed, feeling her orgasm swelling within, threatening to burst at any given thrust.

“Does his little penis not satisfy you like I do?” Raj prodded, sensing he could get away with another diss toward her fiance.

“FUCK! YES! His little baby dick doesn’t satisfy me like your big - juicy - cock can!” Cassandra subconsciously blurted. 

Raj’s cock twitched inside of her warm depths hearing her admit that. Her tight pussy of sultry words of raw desire was sending him to the edge as well as he felt his balls begin to contract in preparation to inject his genetic material into her fertile depths.

“Augh! I’m gonna cum! Let’s do it together!” Raj announced, hugging his American lover’s body tiger.

“AH! Okay! Do it, Raj! Cum for me! FUCK!” Cassandra didn’t even hesitate to respond. Grabbing his old face she dove her lush lips against his as he proceeded to piston his skinny hips with rapid fervor. The two were dancing on the knife’s edge of their impending orgasms, their sexes eagerly awaiting their release. 

Giving her a couple of last thrusts, Raj dove balls deep inside of Cassandra’s awaiting pussy and unleashed his virile load. The feeling of hot, thick seed filling her womb ushered her orgasm as well. Gasping, she firmly leg-locked Raj, ensuring he couldn’t pull out, not like he was going to anyway. 

“MMHHHPPHHHHH!” the two moaned into each other’s mouths as they hungrily clung to each other as their orgasm ripped through their bodies. 

Raj’s old eyes rolled back as he felt his cock dump his seed into this goddess of a woman. The old man winced and groaned feeling his new lover’s wet walls constrict around him, milking his cock for every ounce of sperm he had. 

At the same time, Cassandra’s vision darkened as a sudden shock of pure, raw pleasure overwhelmed her nerves. Her toes clenched hard and her arms tangled around her Indian lover’s neck as she gushed her sweet cream all over his foreign endowment. 

Cassandra was amazed at how much the old lecher could cum. His loads were too thick and heavy. She could feel his spewing ropes of cum hit the back of her womb. She couldn’t help but compare him to her much younger fiance. Even on his best days, Jason didn’t cum this much. 

Raj was delighted that he had officially claimed this American as his. The feeling of shooting his seed deep inside her was fulfilling and amazing. He didn’t give the slightest care if she was on a pill or not. Hell, he would be happy to knock this white woman up with his Indian baby. 

Letting go of his lips, Cassandra pulled away and let out a long, satisfied breath of relief. “Oh my god… ah… that… was… ah… amazing…” she panted heavily, keeping her legs tightly wrapped around the old man’s waist. 

“Whew, you are such an amazing woman…” Raj groaned and he rested his face on her soft mammaries, giving them gentle kisses. Cassandra felt tingly and hot inside having experienced the best sex she had ever had in her life. 

As a result of their lustful fucking, the two were slick with sweat and their sticky skin erotically stuck together as they embraced. Oddly, Cassandra felt no guilt on her shoulders having just cheated on Jason. “I needed this…” she repeated to herself. After not having any sexual contact for god knows how long during this whole lockdown, this was a necessary break of her chaste for the sake of her sanity. 

Angling her eyes to Raj, she observed him tenderly clinging to her body. It was still weird that she just fucked a skinny old man. But his age did not matter in Cassandra’s eyes, it was the cock between his legs that was. However, deep in her mind, she loved that this elderly man could fuck her in ways that no one could ever do. It added to the taboo thrill she was getting hooked on.

The warmth and intimacy of another person was also something Cassandra was comforted by. Although it wasn’t her significant other, it was still someone. She had nearly forgotten what it was like to be held so closely. 

“Heh, didn’t I tell you I would make you feel good?” Raj stated with a confident grin as he raised his head to face his attractive American roommate. Cassandra sighed and let out an affirming chuckle.

“Yes, you did…” she responded with a smile. “I mean I don’t think I ever doubted you consider how big your cock is…” 

Raj was beaming with triumph seeing how immersed Cassandra into their intimacy. Now that she had a taste of his Indian hog, he was sure that she would never get enough of it. The old man smirked deviously imagining himself fucking her everywhere in his apartment, all day, every day. 

Finally releasing her legs from his waist, she allowed Raj to slowly pull out of her quivering pussy, making an audible popping sound as his seed poured from her slit like a waterfall.

It barely even occurred to Cassandra that this virile old man just came inside her unprotected pussy. Her horny mind and body were still drunk with lust, focused on the pleasure rather than the potential consequences of their depraved coupling. 

Cassandra cast her gaze upon Raj’s cock as he rested it on top of her lower abdomen. Her striking blue eyes were tantalizingly focused on some remnants of his cum leaking from his cavernous slit and onto her skin, pooling into her belly button.

“You know, I’ve been dreaming of fucking you the day we met,” Raj admitted as he carefully traced his hands across Cassandra’s thighs. 

“Raj!” Cassandra gasped. She was both appalled and flattered at his vulgar remark. Her mind winded back to the many close encounters they shared and realized he was trying to seduce her from the start. But instead of being disgusted, Cassandra was aroused at the idea of her elderly roommate harboring such naughty desires for her. It was hot knowing that this old pervert was trying to get into her pants, and even hotter knowing that he could fuck like a bull. 

“Hmm, you’re such a naughty old pervert,” Cassandra sinfully giggled, cupping Raj’s wrinkly cheek with her right hand. “Perhaps you should have tried and seduced me earlier. It would have saved me from so much unneeded stress.”

“Augh, that’s what I’ve been trying to do, woman!” the old man laughed. 

“Well, better late than never,” Cassandra mused, playfully shaking her head. Tugging his face toward hers, she planted lips with her Indian roommate and began to make out with him. 

Their lips tenderly smacked as they slowly got more into their kissing. Soon they found themselves pulling on each other, hungrily trying to shove their mouths closer than they already were. 

Feeling his somewhat deflated cock on her slowly grow hard again, Cassandra pulled away and licked her lips at his manhood. “You ready to go for another round, Raj?” she said in a low, seductive voice. She had since concluded that this little infidelity would confined within the walls of this room, with no one except for herself and Raj knowing about it, so she might as well lean into it more. 

The balding old man flashed an eager grin. “Of course, I am. I did say I’m going to fuck you all night, no?”

Cassandra couldn’t help but contain an excited smile. “You did… Now come here.” The two hastily lunged at each other and continued to their second round of naughty fucking.

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