Sarah’s pussy pays the bills

Sarah sighed as she lounged on the couch, paging through a catalog she’d plucked from underneath the pile of bills on the coffee table. She’d taken to wearing a robe, even in the living room, no longer caring that the two roommates she’d met on craigslist would see her like that. She also didn’t care that she’d spent the morning drinking screwdrivers to “celebrate” her status as one of the newly unemployed.

The three of them had been living together for just a couple of months when the quarantine hit and they’d been total strangers to each other before Sarah had posted looking for someone to help her afford the perfect 3 bedroom apartment downtown.

John was cute in a nerdy sort of way. He didn’t come out of his room much these days, so Sarah didn’t think he’d even notice her laying on the couch in a bathrobe. Pete was cute in a more traditional way. Sarah knew he worked in sales or something. He was on the phone all day lately, so it seemed like he was still managing to work from home. *Lucky bastard*, she thought as she added up her meager savings, subtracted the bills she had to pay, and got more depressed.

A door swung open and Sarah looked up to see Pete, wearing jeans and a t-shirt, emerging from his room. He pulled his bluetooth headset off.

“Hey, Sarah”

“Hi, Pete. How’s work?”

Pete walked over to the kitchen and poured himself a glass of water. He stopped, suddenly noticing how little his cute blonde housemate was wearing this morning.

“Um…good. You know. It’s work.”

Sarah laughed a little too bitterly. “I wouldn’t know anymore. I’m officially furloughed as of yesterday.”

“Damn. Sorry.”

She dropped the catalog back into the pile of mail and shrugged. “Yeah. Everybody’s going to be sorry when I can’t make my third of the rent this month. Unless I start sucking your dick to make ends meet while you rake in those big salesman bucks.”

Sarah laughed again. She’d meant that as a joke. Pete knew she was joking. But their eyes met and something passed between them. In that instant, Sarah felt something click into place.

Pete stared at her. “Yeah…unless you did that…”

An awkward silence filled the room. It felt like it was hours before anyone spoke again, though it was only a few seconds.

“I mean…would that be cool with you? Cuz I could use the cash and I’m not a prude or anything like that…”

Pete’s face flushed, but he didn’t say no. He seemed unable to form words. He nodded, just once, but that’s all that was required. He set the glass of water down, undrunk, stole a glance to John’s closed door, and beckoned for Sarah to follow him to his own room.

Pete’s room was about what Sarah would have expected. A tidy workstation set up in the corner. A bed that wasn’t made, but wasn’t totally in disarray either. A couple of trophies, family photos, and fraternity photos sat on a dresser. She shut the door as she entered. Terrified now, but also excited and horny as hell.

“So…” Sarah said, “you get my body and I get my rent covered?”

Pete still couldn’t speak. He just nodded again.

“What the hell? I always thought you were cute.” Sarah untied the belt of her robe and let it fall open and off her shoulders, revealing her perky 36b tits, flat stomach, and almost freshly shaved pussy. She took a step forward, gently pushed Pete so that he sat back on the bed, and then dropped to her knees.

Sarah fumbled with Pete’s zipper, a little more drunk than she’d realized. He eventually helped her and his cock sprang forth like a steel rod as soon as the opening to his jeans was worked open.

She had her lips on it and was bobbing her head up and down in no time. Sarah wasn’t a slut. *I guess, I’m technically a whore now,* she thought to herself with her mouth full of her roommate’s meat. She’d had some experience, sure, but she’d never done anything like this before.

Sarah felt a hand on her head, gently but confidently guiding her to go just a little further, take the cock just a little deeper. Enjoying herself and getting into the rhythm now, Sarah slipped her hand inside her robe. She found her clit and began to work it vigorously as she sucked.

She stopped sucking and looked up. Most of her vision was filled with the sizable shaft in front of her face. Beyond that, she saw Pete, relaxed, eyes closed, clearly enjoying himself.

Sarah stood up, dropped her robe off the rest of the way, and straddled Pete on the bed. His eyes snapped open as she guided his cock to her pussy and lowered herself, impaling herself on his hard cock.

“Fuck!” Pete said.

“I know the deal was for a blowjob, but I’m horny too!” Sarah said, a little brattily. She put a hand on his chest, pushing him back down as she started to slide herself up his cock, working it inside her slowly.

Pete placed his hands on her hips as she rode him. “I’ve got condoms in the dresser I think. Or maybe one of my desk drawers. I don’t remember. It’s been a while.”

“Shh,” Sarah said, feeling like an animal in heat. “Don’t spoil it. Just tell me before you cum.”

Pete nodded, swallowing hard, knowing he should tell her to pull herself off of him now, but feeling powerless to say the words.

Sarah rode faster, her pussy lips gripping his shaft tightly as she moaned and fingered her clit with one hand.

Pete’s hands gripped her hips tighter suddenly and he bucked his own hips, pushing himself into her deep. His balls tightened and his whole body tensed as he shot his load, filling Sarah with his seed.

Sarah saw it happening as if in slow motion. Hell, she *felt* it happening. But she didn’t care. She knew what she’d said, but now, here, in this moment, feeling this near stranger impregnate her was the hottest thing she’d ever experienced. She ground her pussy against him and shrieked, cumming harder than she’d ever cum before. Exhausted and panting, his softening cock still inside her, Sarah collapsed on top of Pete. She rested her head on his shoulder and whispered into his hear, “Um…so…I like my new job WAY better than the old one.”

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