What else is a man for?

You pull into the driveway, the car rolling to a gentle stop in the soft evening light. You cut the engine, and for a moment all is silent. You drink in the quiet with a sense of deep relief. As you sit, the weight of another long day at work catches up you, and you begin to slump in your seat.

You refuse to let negative thoughts drag you down however, and you suck in a breath as you build up the will to push the door open and step out into the crisp air of the Scottish countryside.

Despite the months that had passed since your transfer to the Scotland branch of the company, you still found yourself at a loss for words at the sheer beauty of the landscape. Even just your daily commute to and from the office was beautiful, and it almost made the gruelling hours of this new position worth it. Almost.

As you approach the door it swings open, and the warm smile of your roommate greets you. Despite how well you've gotten to know him by now, his towering frame still catches your eye as you approach. Over six and a half feet of lean, athletic muscle, many would find him intimidating. But you've come to know better. A gentle giant with a warm smile and kind blue eyes, you feel safe in his presence.

"Another tough day?" He asks, noting the poor attempt to hide your deflated mood.

"...yes." you decide you can't hide the truth from him, knowing that he'll worry if he doesn't know what's upsetting you.

"I just feel like I'm being ground into the dirt. The workload here is much higher than back home. Each day I just feel a little more exhausted than the day before, you know?"

You step up to him, and immediately he wraps his arms around you in one of his customary comfort hugs.

The two of you had grown quite close in the preceding months. Typically, you wouldn't have shared an accommodation with a man, but somehow you and your big bear of a roommate just clicked. He worked form home, meaning that every day you returned to a warm hug and freshly cooked dinner. Night after night would disappear under hours of movies, games, and just talking about your lives and shared interests.

You’re not stupid though. You can tell he almost certainly has some feelings for you, but he's too respectful for his own good. Always sitting a comfortable distance away, never once making a suggestive or lewd comment as many men might in such a predicament.

It's not as if you were any better however. It had been a couple weeks now since you'd admitted to yourself that you were developing some feelings of your own, and still you'd done nothing to indicate your shared interest.

The hug was notably longer than usual. The warmth of his arms around you and the light scent of his cologne putting you at ease. When you broke it off you made sure to drag your finger down his arm, and enjoyed the way his eyes widened slightly at the touch.

You slip past him to enter the hallway, your chest grazing lightly against his, and proceed into the house.

"What's for dinner?" You ask, completely nonchalant as you drop your bag to the floor and kick off your shoes.

"I figured take out would do tonight. You fine with that?" He said, phone in hand.

"Sounds good to me. Pizza Hut?".

You made your way to the couch as the two of you debated what you would get, but as he was finishing up the order you felt the weariness return in force. You leaned against the back of the couch for support as months of mental fatigue chose now of all times to catch up to you.

Well, so much for beginning my seductress arc tonight. As your about to round the couch and rest your weary head, you feel a hand come to rest on your back.

"Are you sure your OK?" Your roomie asks, concern in his voice.

In response you give a long and deep sigh. One that threatens to finally let loose the months’ worth of stress buried within.

"Yes, I promise. I just need a god damn break from that job. And a Brazilian massage therapist. I'm so tense all the damn time these days".

A moment of silent passes.

"Say no more" your roomie says with a flourish, and before you know it his hands are on your back, gently massaging the muscles behind your shoulders. Any protests die in your throat as the unbridled pleasure of having your aching muscles worked by warm, strong hands sets in. Nor do you fail to notice the opportunity set before you.

The minutes pass in gentle silence, your body growing warm as you grow flush. Though by no means an expert, your roommate handles his task well. Working the tension out of each individual muscle, leaving each one relaxed and warm before moving to the next. Your keenly aware of how close he is. You can feel his warmth as he's works, too focused on the task at hand to notice his proximity. You know your rear must be millimetres away from those powerful hips. And before you let yourself think, you lean back.

Your ass presses lightly against his hips, and at once you know you made the right decision. It just feels so right. Those big hands pause in their work, but just for a moment before continuing. You push your ass back a little further. Instinctively he presses forward, and you feel something hot and hard push at the snug space between your cheeks.

Something unspoken passes between the two of you; and he shifts a hand to just below your chin, guiding your face up toward his. You gaze into those deep blue eyes and behind them see an ocean of constrained lust. It strains against its bonds, growing with each passing second. But held back by a single question.

Do you want this?

You hold his gaze, and give a small but firm nod. The anticipation has only a moment to build inside you before you feel his hand on the move, sliding around down your waist and over your stomach. From there it descends, easing downwards as your lover pulls you into a deep kiss.

You give a sharp intake of breath as his finger makes contact with your clit, sliding over it and down between your drenched lips. He slides up and down for a moment, moistening himself with your shameless arousal before moving up to rub your clit in a steady circular motion. Slow at first, but building in pace as his kisses grow more passionate.

Somehow through all of this, your hands found their way to the hem of his pants and yanked downward, freeing his member and allowing it to smack down onto your ass with a satisfying thunk. He begins to grind against you, and you get a sense of his more than adequate size, particularly in girth. Perhaps not surprising for a man as overwhelmingly large as the one taking you now.

You feel your first orgasm start to build as he cups your breast with his free hand. He takes its weight, and begins to knead and massage it firmly.

This continues for some time, though you’re in no state to gauge how long as you sink deeper into the haze of warm pleasure taking hold of you. Your orgasm builds and builds, but he doesn't quite let you have it, easing the pressure on your clit right at the cusp of release again and again. From time to time, he dips his finger back down between your glistening lips, and brings it up to his own lips to taste you. He even slips his finger into your mouth once, letting you taste your own shameless arousal. You’re a squirming mess by the time he grants you release, slipping multiple fingers inside you as he ups the pressure on your clit to new heights.

A bone shattering orgasm takes you. Your legs almost give out as waves of lightning hot ecstasy cause you to spasm, but your torturer wraps an arm around you, taking your weight with ease. Again, you lose track of time as your mind blanks, leaving you to ride out the waves of release.

Eventually you come to, panting and sweaty. Your whole-body buzzes with warmth, and you can’t bring yourself to do anything but snuggle into your man's arms as he lifts you. You watch yourself be carried to the couch, where he sets you down gently. You work on catching your breath as he heads into the kitchen, returning shortly with a glass of water.

What follows are several minutes of recovery as your slightly concerned lover nurses you back to the land of the living.

"Sorry about that" he's says sheepishly.

"Sometimes I overdo it a little... let me make it up to you."

He gets down on his knees before you, gently spreading your legs apart as he leans in to take in the sight of your still quivering pussy.

"She looks like she needs to relax" your lover coos, a devious smile playing across his features.

His hot breath danced across the sensitive folds of your labia, and already you felt the same building of anticipation as he rubs your thighs tenderly. This time he allows the tension to build, looking up at you playfully for a long moment. Then he dives straight in.

That hot tongue gliding across your defenceless pussy sent you right back into the throws of desperate pleasure. He pressed it down into every single fold and crevice of your labia, eager to taste you with broad and firm licks. He dragged his tongue up and down your lips for some time, only stopping to suck your swollen clit. The thrill of watching you squirm under his efforts drove him on, and soon you were barely holding yourself together as you were relentlessly tongue fucked.

Your second orgasm began to build as the hot, wet force of your lover’s tongue drove into you, eager to taste you fresh from the source. Eventually you lose control and grab him by the back of the head, holding him in place. You grind against him, gripping his hair tight as he continues his greedy tongue fucking.

Your pussy explodes, punishing your lovers teasing by drenching his face through a series of intense spasms. At this point you think you might have a heart attack over the sheer amount of mind-numbing stimulation burning through your system.

You’re breathing deeply now, gasping for breath as you come down from the clouds of bliss for a second time that night. Your gaze drifts down to check on your lover, and warm joy gives way to confusion as you see his expression. His pupils are like pinpricks, he’s breathing heavily, his face bearing an expression like a blend of determination and hunger.

he stands up, his cock now fully presented to you, tall and thick and proud. You know exactly what he wants. And you want it even more. You lean forward and plant a wet kiss on his drooling dip, before beginning the task of preparing his cock to fuck you. Licking from base to tip, rewarded with a fresh drop of delicious precum each time. Again and again you fill your mouth with hot man flesh, thoroughly lubricating the cock you know will soon fill you to the brim. For a few minutes your worship continues, right up until your lovers hand takes you by the chin and guides you back. You know you did well, but your times up. Your man needs to have you now.

Without a word he leans down and climbs on top of you. Your already spread legs are pushed farther apart by his massive weight, but he grabs them before it grows uncomfortable, and throws them over his broad shoulders. He leans forward until he’s completely on top of you, and you find yourself pinned in a full-on mating press. From there he wastes no time in lining himself up and preparing to give you what you’ve both been craving.

You can't help but groan as you feel the broad head of his dick spreading the lips of your pussy apart, stretching them wide. The friction of his thick shaft against your walls as you watch him sink himself deep, then move straight into a slow and steady rhythm.

You feel him at the very core of your being; deep, tender strokes filling you with warmth, massaging your g spot with the expertise of a man taking the time treat his woman with the love and care she deserves. You can’t help but giggle as you simply enjoy the experience of being fucked, your lover losing himself in the ecstasy of being deep inside the woman he loves.

But inevitably, the escalation of a man's building climax begins. With each thrust he moves faster, comes down just a little harder. The tip of his cock splits the deepest confines of your walls apart until its right up against your cervix, kissing it with each plunge.

He leans forward, his massive weight now pinning you completely. Your find yourself helpless to do anything as he pounds into you, moving into a near animalistic state of fucking. Suddenly his thrusting comes to a stop, but you quickly understand why as he pulls out to the tip and plunges back into you with force. One. Two. Three final thrusts announce the arrival of your lover’s climax as he jams himself balls deep inside of you and holds himself there.

He holds you tight as he buries his head into the crook of your neck, perhaps for emotional support as the first massive rope of thick cum roars down his shaft and explodes inside of you. The first thing you feel is the heat. Two ropes are all it takes to drown your cervix in a sea of intoxicating white warmth. It spreads through your insides as rope after rope of cum is forced into the small space between the tip of your lover’s cock and the entrance to your womb. His broad cockhead acting as a plug, not a single drop of virile Scottish seed escaping as he fills you.

You give into the feeling of being utterly taken by your man, claimed in the most intimate form possible as he fills you with a virile seed that may very well take hold.

Eventually the flow of cum begins to ebb, and your lovers groans of ecstasy turn to pants as he comes down from the high.

The two of you lay there like that for a while, snuggling in each other’s embrace. Eventually, once heartbeats had slowed and the panting had stopped, your boyfriend pushed himself up to look you in the eye.

"So... are you feeling any better?"

You look up at him, lost for words, but the look on your face is answer enough. He chuckles.

"What else is a man for?"