[F/M] A Simple Arrangement – Chapter 2

I awoke the following day feeling about like I expected I would. The arousal I felt while I had Brett’s cock in my mouth had slipped away and was replaced with an intense feeling of shame. Was I really the type of girl who would suck dick for a month of free rent? Then I remembered the deal included a lot more than a one-time blow job. Surely, he hadn’t been serious. His ‘Whenever, wherever’ speech had to have been just talk. Right?

I lay in bed contemplating this question and so many others. On the one hand, I hated that I asked for help, and it was hard to push past the embarrassment of the situation. But, on the other hand, I couldn’t deny that not paying the money back would be a lifesaver. It took a huge weight off my shoulders, even if it did add a new degree of complication. It was hard to admit, but I also found the situation a little hot. I thought about Brett’s thick cock in my mouth and couldn’t help but wonder what it would feel like for him to be inside me. My hand slowly worked its way underneath the covers to my clit. I was only wearing comfortable cotton panties, and the soft fabric felt fantastic against me as I massaged myself. If Brett was serious, I wondered how he would fuck me first. My guess was that he was a doggy-style type of guy who wouldn’t miss the opportunity to push my face into the mattress while his cock slammed deep into me from behind. I let a tiny moan escape my lips as I thought about it. BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!

My alarm caused my eyes to shoot open, pulling me from my fantasy. As badly as I wanted to continue, I knew I had to get up or I would be late for class. I hopped out of bed and slid on an oversized t-shirt before heading to the kitchen to get something for breakfast. I never really thought twice about walking around the apartment in simple pajamas. It was, after all, my apartment also. After the day before, I couldn’t help but feel a little self-conscious. My brain was in chaos, and I tried my best to not think about it. I pulled my Greek yogurt from the fridge and started cutting up some fresh strawberries. I heard the footsteps of someone walking into the kitchen. I felt my heart begin to pound in my chest. I wondered to myself if it was Brett or Justin.

I felt the steps getting closer to me. Then, from nowhere, a firm hand landed firmly against my ass, slapping me so hard it lifted me off the ground. Definitely Brett. I let out a loud yelp and tried to turn around, but not before he pushed me forward, bending me over the countertop. His strong hands pinned me down. “What are you doing?” I protested. I was still aroused from my morning fantasy, but the reality of the situation was a little overwhelming.

“Hey, calm down Hailey,” Brett said. “I’m just working out arrangement.”

“You don’t have to be such an asshole about it,” I said. I tried to wriggle free, but it was no use. Brett was bigger than me and much stronger.

“The asshole thing to do would be to have kicked you out onto the street. Is that what you would prefer?” I stopped struggling. He was right. I had no options. At least not any good ones, so I stopped struggling. He gave an arrogant laugh behind me as I felt him lift the tail of my baggy t-shirt. “That’s what I thought.” His hand caressed the curve of my ass before slapping me again. I pushed any apprehensive thoughts from my mind and let my mind follow my body down the erotic rabbit hole. I leaned on the countertop and let him explore.

I felt him clutch the back of my panties and pull them down to my knees. The air was cold against my exposed body, but I felt nothing except heat between my legs. He ran his finger up and down my slit, feeling my wetness. “See,” Brett said. “Don’t act like you aren’t loving this.” I still remained silent, even though I knew my body was giving me away. He pushed a large finger deep inside of me, and I couldn’t control myself any longer. I let out a long, deep moan. I felt my knees go weak, but he held me up. I let go of any urge to fight and allowed myself to sink into the momentary bliss I felt coursing through my body.

He withdrew his finger, and I arched my back in anticipation for what was to come. Of course, there was one more hard smack on my ass before I felt the head of his cock push inside of me. My knees turned to Jell-O, but his height and stiff cock held me in place. His hand traveled up my back and gripped the back of my neck tightly as he thrust into me. There was no sense even trying to hide the sensations, and I screamed, “Fuck yes!” I rested my head on my forearms as I felt the rhythm of his thrusts, drawing me closer and closer to orgasm. “Harder,” I moaned. His cock filled every empty space in my pussy as the tingles of my approaching orgasm began to work their way to the surface of my smooth skin.

“Oh yeah!” he hissed. I felt his cock twitch, and then the sensation of warm cum flooded my pussy. It was overwhelming, and I was so close to cuming myself.

“Don’t stop!” I screamed, hoping he had enough left in him to send me over the edge. But he simply stopped, and I felt his cock slide from my pussy. I could feel his cum slowly dripping out of me.

“Sorry, I don’t want to be late for class,” Brett said. I didn’t have to see his face to know he was smiling. He smacked my ass one more time as I leaned on the counter. I heard the zipper of his jeans close as he left the room.

My chest heaved as I caught my breath, my body slowly sliding back away from the peak of my arousal. I had never had anything like this happen to me before. To be so close to an orgasm but be denied was a totally new feeling for me. It was frustrating, but also exhilarating. I let the fog lift from my mind and realized if I didn’t get moving, I was going to be late for class myself.

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