The ad on Craigslist wanted three hundred dollars for a bedroom in an upscale apartment, everything included. Giant red flags waved in Marissa’s head that warned her not to fall for such a scam, but she was desperate. Three days ago, she walked in on her fiance, Craig, fucking their neighbor. Since then, she had been sleeping in her car with the few belongings she was able to grab in the time it took Craig to put on his pants.

So far, the building was nice—hardwood floors down the hallways, bright lighting, no weird smells. Last week, she was paying two grand for an apartment that smelled like cigarettes and mildew. 

Marissa knocked on the door to apartment 7B, praying to whatever God may be up there that the person who answered was in fact a twenty-seven-year-old named Sophie and not a seventy-two year old creep. 

A beautiful blonde woman opened the door.

“Oh, thank God. You’re not a creepy old guy,” the woman laughed and held out her hand. “Nice to meet you, I’m Sophie.”

Marissa giggled and shook her hand. “Marissa. I was worried you were gonna end up a serial killer, too.”

The apartment was even nicer than Marissa had imagined. There had to be a catch because there was no way three hundred dollars would put a dent into the bills for a place like this. Granite countertops, stainless steel appliances, a coffee bar that would put Starbucks to shame. In the living room, Marissa noticed those big, umbrella-like photography lights on either ends of the couch. Kinda weird, but not a dealbreaker. 

Sophie showed Marissa which room would be hers. It was spacious with warm, buttery walls, a king-sized mattress, and a walk-in closet. 

“This seems too good to be true,” Marissa admitted, plopping down on the mattress. “Was three hundred dollars a typo, or something?”

As if she knew that question was coming, Sophie sighed. “Come sit out here with me.”

They sat on opposite ends of the expansive couch. Shit, crashing on this couch alone would be worth more than three hundred a month. 

“You seem great,” Sophie started, wringing her hands together, “so I want you to keep an open mind when I tell you this. Because of my line of work, finding a roommate has been difficult for me. Truthfully, I make enough money that I don’t even need someone to pay, but I like someone to hang out with and watch TV with at night.”

Marissa got a little nervous as to what on earth this woman did for a living. “Okay?”

“I create adult films.”

Oh.

“You mean, like, porn?” Marissa asked, eyeing the professional lighting equipment.

Sophie blushed. “Yes, like porn. The thing is…it’s not just me. My group of friends and I have kind of created a production company and we film content every day.” She paused. “In this apartment.”

“Wow, um, okay,” Marissa said. That didn’t necessarily seem like a dealbreaker. “Is that it?”

“Pretty much,” she said, seemingly relieved. “But, the thing is, we do it in this room and if we are in the middle of a scene, we can’t stop. People are watching live from all over the world. So, if you come home and see an orgy on the couch, you kind of just have to…ignore it? That’s what makes it so hard to find someone to live here, but I hate living alone.”

Marissa contemplated the information. By no means was she a prude, but she had also never watched anyone have sex before. For the price, though, she didn’t have the option to say no.

“When can I move in?”

Sophie smiled.

An hour later, the few belongings that Marissa had were in her bedroom and she was in comfy pajamas, sipping wine with her new roommate. The more she drank, the more curious she was about Sophie’s career.

“Can I ask you a personal question?” Marissa asked.

“I’m an open book.”

Marissa hesitated, embarrassed of her curiosity. Sex was never something that people around her spoke about to each other. “How did you get into porn?”

“I figured that was coming,” Sophie said, taking a sip of her wine and crossing her tan, smooth legs. “I’ve always been very sexually curious. People always called me a slut in school, but I love to take someone apart with my mouth or my hands. Or my tongue.”

Warmth travelled down through Marissa’s body. She wasn’t sure if it was the wine or Sophie’s words. Craig had never been able to take Marissa apart. If anything, sex with him was more of a chore. 

“That sounds powerful,” Marissa said, wanting to hear more.

The way Sophie’s eyes lit up showed her passion. “It’s so powerful. And it’s sexy, and fun. I found a group of friends that feel the same way and we started making videos a few years ago. Now we have twelve of us that perform for over five million subscribers.”

“Holy shit!” Marissa exclaimed. “That’s impressive.”

Sophie blushed and shrugged her shoulders, pretending like it was no big deal. “Hey, if you ever wanna join, just let me know. It’s good money.”

Marissa’s face went hot. “Oh, god no. I’m not hot enough for that.”

“Sorry to be blunt, but I looked at your ass and it was made to be fucked on camera,” Sophie said, her face getting even redder. “Shit, I’m sorry. This is why I can’t keep a roommate.”

“I’m not going to run away because you like my ass,” Marissa said, taking another sip of wine. She had been with a few women before, so she wasn’t opposed to the idea of Sophie doing anything she wanted to her ass—eat it, finger it, fuck it. “Yours is nice, too, by the way.”

Wine made her the horniest little slut.

Sophie shifted on the couch to show off her fat cheeks hanging out of her tight shorts, spanking herself to make it jiggle. Marissa couldn’t help but to reach between the space between them to take a handful of it. Touching someone new felt nice, especially after seeing her ex-fiance fuck someone new.

Goosebumps raised under Marissa’s fingertips as she ran them down Sophie’s thigh and back up under her shorts. 

“Don’t touch me like that unless you intend on taking it further.”

Getting the nerve that only wine could bring her, Marissa sank to the floor in front of her and kissed the inside of her thigh. Sophie’s legs spread right open, a damp spot already seeping through her shorts. Marissa ran her finger along the lips of her pussy through the fabric. 

It had been a while since she ate pussy—she was thirsty for it. 

Pulling off her tiny shorts, Marissa delved her tongue into the sweet, wet heat. She took her swollen clit between her lips and sucked on it. Sophie hissed and bucked her hips against Marissa’s face. 

“Oh yeah, just like that.” Sophie fisted Marissa’s hair to bring her face even closer to her pussy. They didn’t even know each other existed hours ago and now Sophie’s creamy pussy rutted all over her face. 

Marissa sank two fingers into her hole and curled them, still sucking on her hard clit. Having this much power over someone was spectacular. Some primal instinct inside of her wanted a strap-on to fuck the shit out of Sophie. Maybe she would let her do that to her another day. Off camera. 

Sophie came with her tight hole stretched around four fingers. Marissa’s hand was drenched in her juices as she pulled out her fingers. She brought them to Sophie’s mouth so she could suck them clean. 

“Your turn,” Sophie said, grabbing Marissa and pushing her onto the couch so she was bent over the back, ass in the air. Wasting no time, she grabbed the waistband of her pajama pants and pulled them down. Two hands spread Marissa’s cheeks and a warm tongue lapped at her asshole. “I love a nice ass. That’s kind of my thing—playing with people’s asses.”

Marissa pushed her big ass back onto her face so she’d stop talking and start eating. Sophie shook her face between Marissa’s cheeks and hummed against her hole. Pulling back, she spit on it and eased her fingertip. “Oh, you’re a tight little thing. My boys would love you.” More spit dripped down Marissa’s crack to get it nice and wet for more of Sophie’s fingers. “Someday, you’ll be able to take my whole fist.”

The promise excited Marissa and she clenched around Sophie’s fingers. She worked Marissa open for a while, until she was writhing on the couch and begging for release. With her face still in Marissa’s ass, she used her thumb to rub her clit with vigor. Part of her wanted to push Sophie away because it was too much and she didn’t want to squirt all over her new roommate’s couch. But Marissa’s entire body tensed up and the pressure built inside of her until she released herself all over Sophie’s hand and arm. 

“Fuck yeah, such a good girl,” Sophie told her, rubbing soothing circles on her used pussy as Marissa convulsed through her orgasm. She dove back into Marissa’s ass, moaning like she was feasting on a delicious meal. “Are you finished or can I keep going?”

Even with how intense it was, Marissa needed her to keep going. All of the tension from the past few days was sucked away by Sophie’s mouth. “Do whatever you want with me.”

“Don’t tell me that,” Sophie warned. “I’ll make it so you don’t walk for a week, my little whore.”

Marissa whimpered, nobody had ever called her dirty pet names before and she loved it. “Please do it.”

With one last lick to her asshole, Sophie padded off to her bedroom wearing just her tiny little t-shirt and nothing on her bottom half. A minute later, she came back topless and now wearing a leather harness with the thickest dildo Marissa had ever seen attached. Sophie must’ve noticed the deer-in-headlights look on her face because her mouth twitched into a devilish smile. 

“Don’t worry,” she said, coming back to tap the tip of the thick purple cock against Marissa’s asshole. “I won’t fuck your ass with it. At least not this time. We can work up to that.”

Marissa turned so she was facing Sophie now, knowing she must look wrecked and sweaty, her tits hanging out of her tanktop. Sophie stared at her breasts with hunger, grabbing them both with her hands and massaging them. 

“I love big, dark nipples,” she said, sucking one into her mouth and pulling back until it released. Her soft fingers found Marissa’s clit again as she mouthed at her tits. “Your ex is insane. I’d never let your sweet little cunt out of my sight. I’d be eating it all the time.”

The way Sophie worshipped her was more than Marissa had ever experienced. Her whole life she questioned her worth and if she was sexy enough. It made her entire body glow with a pink blush. 

“Suck my cock,” Sophie instructed, taking the thick dildo and putting it to Marissa’s mouth like a man would. Somehow it was even hotter than if it was a real cock. Sophie made Marissa take as much as she could of her dildo until she was gasping for air, spitting and drooling all over it. “Get it nice and wet for me before I fuck you.”

Marissa gagged until her throat was raw, saliva spilling out of her mouth onto her tits. Pulling out of her mouth, Sophie ran the tip of the dildo along her lips and smeared the spit on her face. 

“Are you ready to come again for me, baby?” Sophie asked, taking both of Marissa’s thighs and pushing them back against her chest to line her cock up. “I’m gonna make you take all of it.”

Closing her eyes and biting her lip, Marissa nodded enthusiastically, wanting to feel the burn of her pussy stretching open and fucked hard. At first, she didn’t think it would fit and she hissed at the pain as it entered her. 

“Relax,” Sophie said. “Your little hole can take this big cock if you want it to.”

Marissa spread her legs even wider, breathing in and out through her nose. “I want it.”

With the dildo halfway in, Sophie leaned in to lick into Marissa’s mouth. After all the filthy things they had done tonight, that was the first kiss. If something that messy could be considered a kiss. 

As she began to pound in and out of Marissa, it stretched her open so wide that it burned in the best way, hitting something inside of her that stole her breath. “Come…on…” she begged between thrusts, “...fuck…my…pussy!”

Sophie wound Marissa’s hair in her fist and tugged hard on it as she continued to fuck her. And then, without warning, the dildo began to vibrate. Marissa was pretty sure she blacked out for just a moment from the sensation. 

“Jesus fuck!” Marissa screamed, clawing at the couch cushions. If Sophie kept hitting that spot, she was going to explode even more than before. “Just like that! Oh, fuck…I’m gonna…”

In a way it never had before, Marissa’s entire body shook as she came. Sophie pulled the cock out and watched as a stream of Marissa’s come shot out of her in spurts, over and over. Seemingly wanting to bathe in it, Sophie dropped to her knees and let it all soak her face. She knelt there between Marissa legs, face dripping with juices, mouth open. Looking at her like that, she was meant to be a porn star. The entire world deserved the pleasure of seeing her sexy face covered in someone else’s pleasure. 

Even if her pussy was destroyed, she still craved more of Sophie. Legs still open, Sophie swirled two fingers into her and pulled them out to put in her own mouth. “As much as I’d love to keep you to myself, I know my friends are gonna want a taste.”

That intimidated Marissa, but her interest piqued. “How many people would be getting a taste?”

Sophie leaned in to lick a stripe up her neck, stopping at her ear to whisper. “As many as your pussy can handle.”

Marissa gasped. 

****

Living with a pornstar was like having any other roommate…until it wasn’t. After a long day of work, Marissa expected to open the door to Sophie on the couch, watching television like she had for the past few days. They would drink wine and cook together. After dinner, they’d fuck each other with toys. Basic roommate things. 

So when she opened the door and found one guy fucking Sophie’s ass and the other fucking her throat, Marissa was stunned. Sophie had given her a fair warning—even let her watch some of their videos. Seeing it in person was a different story. 

The three of them never even flinched at her presence. Marissa wasn’t sure if it was rude to stare, but they were so hot that she couldn’t help herself. The large, dark-haired man fucking her ass tugged on Sophie’s hair, spanking her and calling her a good little whore. In front of her, the lanky guy had his giant cock shoved so far down her throat that Marissa didn’t know how she was alive. His head was thrown back, mouth slack, like the inside of her mouth was the best thing he’d ever felt. Sophie moaned around it, drooling all down his shaft. 

Watching made Marissa so wet that she could feel it pooling between her legs. Maybe it wouldn’t be too weird if she sat behind the camera and fingered herself. No, no. That would be weird. They are doing a job. A job that seemed much better than sitting at a computer and typing numbers all day. If only Marissa was desirable enough for people to want to watch her. 

A guttural groan erupted from the Big Boy as he came, finishing off so hard in Sophie’s ass that she screamed. Her cheeks were deep red from how hard he spanked and grabbed it. His come leaked from her asshole, using his hand to milk his cock of every last drop. That must’ve set off the guy fucking her throat because he pulled back and painted Sophie’s face with his come. Sophie stuck her tongue out for it, like she was catching snowflakes. Marissa thought they were done, but Sophie—still on her hands and knees—turned around so the men had the opposite view of her. Lanky Guy sank to his knees to eat Big Boy’s come from her asshole. Big Boy grabbed Sophie’s face for a kiss, sharing Lanky Guy’s come. 

Even if they were performing, Marissa could tell they enjoyed it. None of what they did felt like they were doing it for the camera. That’s probably why they’re so successful. 

The scene ended with a three-way kiss between them. As soon as the camera was off, they acted like they weren’t all just inside of each other, tasting each other. The two men used a rag to wipe themselves off. 

“Hey, Ris!” Sophie greeted her with an open-mouthed kiss. Marissa could taste the come that lingered on her tongue. “This is Steven and Ricky.”

Both men approached her, semi-hard cocks hanging between their legs. Marissa tried not to stare but it was rather difficult considering how turned on she was. 

“Nice to meet you,” Marissa said.

Sophie sidled up to her, tucking a strand of hair behind Marissa’s ear that sent a chill down her spine. “Don’t let her innocent act fool you,” she said, slipping her hand in the waistband of Marissa’s pants to feel her wet pussy. “I knew my baby girl would be wet.”

Getting fingered in front of two strangers wasn’t in the realm of normalcy for her, but the way Sophie rubbed her clit was too good to care. As the guys watched, their cocks began to swell again. 

As the intensity built, Sophie pulled her fingers back out and sucked them into her mouth. “Go put on something comfy,” she instructed, spanking Marissa’s ass. “I’ll make them leave if you don’t want me to share you.”

Turns out that Marissa loved being treated like Sophie’s personal belonging. 

Marissa put on a tight pair of boy shorts and a crop top with no bra, wanting to look hot for Sophie and the boys. It must’ve worked because when she came back out, Sophie bit her lip. Nobody had ever made Marissa feel as sexy as she did under Sophie’s gaze. 

“Welcome back, baby,” Sophie said, pressing a kiss to Marissa’s neck. She buried her hands under Marissa’s crop top and tweaked her hardened nipples. “Are you ready for me to share you with them, or do you want them to leave?”

Even though Sophie was her security blanket, Ricky and Steven were hot and they were staring at the two of them like lions about to attack their prey. Marissa wanted to be eaten alive by all of them. 

“They can stay,” Marissa breathed, enjoying Sophie pinching and pulling her nipples. 

Sophie lifted Marissa’s top so her tits were exposed, leaning forward to circle her nipple with her tongue. “You want them to see how good I take care of your sweet little pussy, don’t you, baby?”

Marissa nodded, opening her eyes to see the guys stroking themselves. Sophie strolled over to the couch and sat down, spreading her bare legs and patting the spot between them. “Come sit.”

Sitting where she was told, Sophie took off Marissa’s shorts and threw them to the floor. Marissa spread her legs for the boys to see. Sophie moaned and used two fingers to spread the lips of Marissa’s pussy. 

“Which one of you wants to taste her first?” Sophie asked, grazing Marissa’s clit in the most tantalizing way. Ricky got on his knees first and ran his tongue along Marissa’s pussy, sucking both her clit and Sophie’s finger. With her other hand, Sophie caressed Marissa’s breasts and stomach and thigh. “Such a fucking whore letting these boys eat you in front of me.”

Marissa was so wet that Ricky’s face was shiny when he came up for air, licking his lips. 

Standing next to them all, Steven stood there stroking himself. “Should we turn the camera on?”

“No, she isn’t ready for that,” Sophie said, running her fingers through Ricky’s hair as he feasted on Marissa’s pussy. “Right now this is just for her.”

Marissa threw her head back as Ricky filled her with two fingers, and Sophie wrapped her fingers around her exposed throat. A month ago, all she knew sex to be was something you’re only allowed to do with one person for the rest of your life. Such a waste of time because sex with multiple people was earth-shattering. Multiple mouths and hands roam her body, her sweaty body writhing under the dark gaze of three sets of eyes. 

“That’s it, Ricky,” Sophie coaxed him through gritted teeth, tugging Marissa’s nipples. Beside them, Steven groaned and jerked his cock faster. “Make my baby girl come.”

Ricky did as he was told and sucked her clit between his lips and shook his head, fingers buried as deeply as they could go. His moan vibrated against her clit and she clenched around his hand as she came. Through bleary eyes, she watched as Steven came close to his own orgasm, pre-come dripping from his shaft. 

“Steven, stop,” Sophie demanded, waving him over and pushing Ricky from between their legs. “C’mere. I want you to come on her pussy. No fucking her, though. She’s had enough for today.”

Marissa could tell it pained him to let go of his cock, but he did as he was told. Ricky got up and Steven stood in the same spot, pressing the head of his cock right along her lips and started stroking again in quick movements. In seconds, he filled between her pussy lips with his come, entering her as much as he could without technically fucking her. It was such a tease. 

When Steven stepped back to catch his breath, Sophie scooped his come from Marissa’s pussy with two fingers and fed it to her. “You think you can come again for me?”

With two fingers down her throat, Marissa nodded. Sophie ran her finger over Marissa’s clit with a feather-like touch because it was so swollen and wet with come from both her and Steven. Never fully coming down from her first orgasm, the second one didn’t take long. Sophie held Marissa down by her stomach so she couldn’t go anywhere as she came. 

“You’re so fucking sexy,” Sophie whispered in her ear so the boys couldn’t hear. Marissa could feel that she meant it. 

Marissa peeled herself off of Sophie, but their legs stayed tangled on the couch. Their need for each other was insane for only knowing each other a week, but Marissa was addicted to her already. 

The front door swung open and a guy that Marissa had seen videos of walked in. He walked right to Steven and kissed him. “You guys finished?” he asked. It took him a minute to realize Marissa was someone new. “Oh, shit. I’m Travis, nice to meet you.”

Marissa waved like she wasn’t laying there, sweaty and covered in come. Apparently, covered in his boyfriend’s come. Travis didn’t seem to mind.

Sophie was rubbing the inside of Marissa’s thigh. “This guy pays Travis and I five thousand a week to watch me do things to his ass.”

“Five thousand?!” Marissa gasped. That’s more than she made in a month. Just to fuck a hot guy. She would do that for free.

Travis shrugged. “People are freaks.”

Sophie squeezed her thigh. “If you want in, just say the word.”