“Seriously, though, what’s his deal?” Sarah whispered to Pete.
She sat in her office chair in her room, kneels curled up against her chest and a glass of wine in her hand. She wore boring, but comfortable, panties and a bra and her hair was still wet and wrapped in a towel.
Pete had come to check on her after she’d showered following her latest appointment. It was a fairly standard client: a little striptease followed by a blowjob then a quick and (for Sarah) unsatisfying fuck.
Somehow, their conversation had turned to their roommate, John, who neither of them had seen in at least 48 hours.
“I mean, he still lives here, right?” Sarah continued, “the guy hasn’t said word one to me in days.”
“Yeah,” Pete agreed, standing up to refill his glass from the now half-empty bottle on Sarah’s dresser. “He seems like a cool enough dude from the, like, twenty minutes total I’ve spent talking to him.”
Pete dropped back down into the futon, resting and taking in an eyeful of Sarah’s mostly naked body and the way it was casually contorted into her chair. She’d become much more comfortable with her body lately and Pete, for one, welcomed the change.
“Jeez,” Sarah said, “and here I thought for sure I had one other easy customer, you know? Like, I live with two guys. Whenever one of you gets a hard-on, that should be easy money for me, right?”
“Fuck it.” Sarah said, downing the rest of her wine. “The curiosity is going to kill me. I’ll be back. Hopefully not too soon.”
Sarah set down her wine glass and stood up. She freed her hair from the towel and tossed it into the hamper. Her still-wet hair fell around her shoulders, more brown then blonde while it was set. She lacked any makeup and her knees where still red (what was taking so long to get that rug delivered anyway?), but she was beautiful despite, or maybe even because of, her lack of preparation.
She had a bounce in her step as she left Pete to drink alone and she crossed the common room quickly and knocked on John’s door.
“John, are you in there?”
A muffled voice responded, “Yup. Come on in.”
Sarah felt like an intruder as she opened the door to John’s room and stepped inside. She’d obviously seen glimpses of his room before, but never up close. John sat in his own chair, nearly identical to the one Sarah had just been lounging in. John’s desk couldn’t have been more different from hers. He had four different monitors, at least two computers that she could see, and he was currently looking up at her from his position hunched over a tablet.
He wore jeans, a band t-shirt that had long since faded beyond recognition and headphones around his neck. He was a thin guy who hadn’t shaved or combed his hair in days, but Sarah thought he probably cleaned up pretty well. If he ever cleaned up.
Right now, John wasn’t doing anything but looking at his scantily clad roommate with a bemused grin on his face.
“Whatcha up to?” Sarah asked perkily.
“Eh, you know,” he said, shrugging and gesturing vaguely at the screens in front of him. “The usual. Work.”
“Um. Right. So…”
Sarah took a moment to look around the room. John rocked back in his chair and folded his arms across his chest. He didn’t seem angry, or even surprised to see her in her bra and panties. He was content to let her make the first move.
“So I’ve kinda sorta started this business…”
“Oh yeah,” John said, laughing, “I hear it all through the walls. Seriously, I. Hear. It. All.”
Sarah took a step forward, blushing just a little.
“I’ve been wondering when you’d show up. I keep thinking, like, does he not like me? Does he not like girls? Is he a mormon or something?”
“No. Nothing like that. I just don’t need to pay for it.”
Sarah was taken aback. She’d expected almost any response except that one.
“Yeah, sure, like…normally,” she said, rolling her eyes for emphasis even though she didn’t believe for a second that he did THAT well with the ladies. “It’s a pandemic, so, pussy’s hard to come by, right?”
“Maybe for some guys. I’m lucky. What can I say?”
This wasn’t how Sarah had envisioned things playing out.
John spoke again. “Listen, I hope your business does really well. It sounds like you’re off to a great start, but I’m just not paying for it. If you want to get it on for free, see what you’re missing out on, then I think I’d be down with that.”
He patted his lap a couple of times and then looked at his watch.
Sarah gaped at him, alternating between shocked and offended. Her saleswoman instincts and, frankly, her raw curiosity took over. *I’ll give him a freebie and get him hooked…*
“That’s cool. I’m not doing anything right now anyway,” she said with a nonchalance that was too pronounced to be genuine.
Sarah stepped forward and sat on John’s lap, her tight butt resting on his right leg as she draped an arm around him. Her right hand traced the faded outline of some long forgotten picture on his t-shirt.
Her hand worked its way down to undo his belt buckle, which was clearly already being strained by what it was holding back.
Sarah’s fingers grabbed the zipper on John’s pants and tugged. Sarah kissed him, his beard-in-progress scratching her chin as she worked her hand into his boxers and felt…holy fuck…
“Do you have a fucking beer bottle in your pants? Jesus!”
Sarah had to break the kiss to look down and wondered if she could get away with measuring it. Probably not. The cock she pulled free from John’s jeans was the biggest she’d ever seen in real life or in porn.
“How do you walk around with this thing? Damn!”
John burst out in laughter as Sarah began to work her hand up and down the shaft.
“I told you I don’t have trouble getting pussy, even in a pandemic.” He pointed at the laptop on his desk. “There’s always a chick out there dying to play on cam for a monster cock.” John grinned, proud of himself.
Sarah pulled her hand off his cock, grabbed the bottom of his shirt, and yanked it up over his head. For a split second, she was expecting to see rock hard abs and movie star pecs. John’s torso, thankfully, was not as extraordinary as his cock. He had the slightly flabby body of a desk jockey she’d expected. At least she was right about *something* in this bizarro encounter.
Sarah flipped around, straddling John’s leg as she started to work his cock again. Rolling her hips, she rubbed herself against his leg, letting the thin silk of her panties protect her from his rough jeans as she started getting herself worked up.
They were both getting into it now, John kissing her back as his hands caressed the skin of her lower back and slide up to her bra. He unclasped it and, for a moment, it was held in place only by their bodies pushing against each other. Sarah rocked back, let the bra slide down to her wrists, and tossed it aside.
She stood up, quickly slide her panties off, and was about to straddle John again when he grabbed her hips and stopped her.
“No,” he said. “Turn around”
Sarah turned around and immediately felt John’s hand on her upper back, pushing her into bending at the waist. She was forced to support herself against the bed. She felt a hand on her hip and then the tip of his cock slide between her thighs. She braced herself for what was coming.
Thankfully, John was gentle. His massive cock parted her pussy lips and slipped inside her slowly…very slowly.. opening her up and filling her all at the same time.
Sarah let out a soft moan as she felt stretched in ways she had never been before. John leaned forward, pressing his weight against her and reaching around to massage her breasts. The delicious full feeling left Sarah momentarily and she wanted to cry out in sadness…and then John’s cock slide back inside her.
He started to pick up speed, the rhythmic slapping of skin on skin ringing out as their bodies pressed together, separated, and pressed together again. The bed shook under their movement and Sarah shook with it as an orgasm unexpectedly rocked her body. Her muscles clenched and John grabbed her tighter, fighting against her seizing pussy to keep up his relentless fucking.
Sarah gasped as she regained the ability to breath. “Fuck me,” she whispered, more to herself than to her new lover. John was nonetheless happy to oblige, picking up the pace again as Sarah’s body relaxed.
Sarah’s arms gave out and she let herself fall onto the mattress as John continued to use her pussy. The bed began to creak, the headboard rhythmically clattering against the wall. John gave Sarah a spank and laughed as he felt her tighten around his cock again.
“Maybe you should be paying me,” he laughed in between breaths.
“Unngh….yeah…fuck!” Sarah cried out as he pushed in deep again.
Sarah felt hands pawing at her hips as the thrusting took on new urgency. John moaned, a deep guttural noise, as he came. She came a second time as he forced himself deep inside her and filled her pussy with his seed. Every since that first time with Pete, Sarah had loved nothing more than the feel of an unprotected cock spilling its load inside her.
John was already pulling his pants on. “Sorry. I’ve got a 4’o’clock meeting. Let’s do this again, though, yeah?”
Relaxed, but exhausted and bewildered, Sarah found herself being ushered out of the bedroom as John pushed the door shut behind her. Stunned, she padded across the carpet back to her room where Pete was finishing the wine and reading something on his phone. He looked up at her. “How was it?”
Sarah stood in the doorway holding her underwear in her hands, John’s seed leaking out of her.
“I….don’t know what just happened, exactly. I think I just gave our roommate a freebie…and I don’t think it’ll be his last.”
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/ge073w/sarahs_pussy_pays_the_bills_part_4_what_about_john