The Misogynist Roommate Interracial Story
That’s where the story begins.
I’m on the phone with my best friend, telling her about my new living situation. She’s skeptical right away. “He’s older, and honestly… it’s weird he let you move in so fast,” she says. But I brush it off. He was the only one willing to give me a chance. At first, everything seems fine… but then I start noticing strange things. He constantly has different women coming in and out of the house sometimes late at night, sometimes women who look like they've been picked up off the street. When he is done with them they walk out the room with his cum all over their face, and they smell like piss. My friend warns me it’s a red flag, but I ignore it. I need a place to stay. One night, I’m watching the news when a live report catches my attention: a woman has left home. She is a Wife. Her husband asked for clues on where she could be. I am shocked! She looks exactly like the woman I saw go upstairs with my roommate.I hear noises coming from his room. What is going on? I creep to his door and peek inside, only to find the woman with him. Getting fucked. Confused, I waited until she came out and confronted her, offering to help her get home. But she denies. She tells me this is where she wants to be. I’m disturbed. When I confront my roommate, he brushes me off, telling me to mind my own business. Then his tone shifts. Cold. Controlling. He says if I’m going to keep living under his roof, I need to “earn my stay.”He starts ranting, revealing his ugly worldview of how he sees women only useful for pleasure. He grabs himself and I know what I must do. Submit
I’m a struggling college woman, hardly making ends meet because every dollar I earn goes toward paying off tuition and old debt. One day on campus, while scrolling through “roommates wanted” listings, a janitor noticed my frustration. He offers me a cheap room at his place, saying he could use the...
That’s where the story begins.
I’m on the phone with my best friend, telling her about my new living situation. She’s skeptical right away. “He’s older, and honestly… it’s weird he let you move in so fast,” she says. But I brush it off. He was the only one willing to give me a chance. At first, everything seems fine… but then I start noticing strange things. He constantly has different women coming in and out of the house sometimes late at night, sometimes women who look like they've been picked up off the street. When he is done with them they walk out the room with his cum all over their face, and they smell like piss. My friend warns me it’s a red flag, but I ignore it. I need a place to stay. One night, I’m watching the news when a live report catches my attention: a woman has left home. She is a Wife. Her husband asked for clues on where she could be. I am shocked! She looks exactly like the woman I saw go upstairs with my roommate.I hear noises coming from his room. What is going on? I creep to his door and peek inside, only to find the woman with him. Getting fucked. Confused, I waited until she came out and confronted her, offering to help her get home. But she denies. She tells me this is where she wants to be. I’m disturbed. When I confront my roommate, he brushes me off, telling me to mind my own business. Then his tone shifts. Cold. Controlling. He says if I’m going to keep living under his roof, I need to “earn my stay.”He starts ranting, revealing his ugly worldview of how he sees women only useful for pleasure. He grabs himself and I know what I must do. Submit
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