Paying The Rent - Sex Stories

Paying The Rent

... soiled shirt and wash my mouth out in the sink. Then I stick my head under the running faucet and wash the shit and piss out of my hair and from my face and neck. I hear the water come on in the shower. I gargle with dishwasher soap, but even the stingy bitter taste cannot dispel the taste of shit in my mouth. After washing up as good as I can, I return to the living room and put on my briefs and pants. The water has stopped in the bathroom. I fetch two towels from the closet and pick up the clothes they shed in the living room. I knock softly on the bathroom door. ‘I-I brought you some towels and your clothes.’ The door opens and Carol, naked and wet, takes the towels and the clothes. I clean up the mess in the living room and sit on the couch. My mind is too numb to think. Carol and Edna come out of the bathroom ten minutes later, smiling. ‘So what do you say? Do we have a deal?’ Edna blushes and giggles. ‘I guess so.’ ‘Good. That is settled then.’ It is then that it dawns on me that they are deciding my future between themselves, without even the courtesy of consulting me. Who says I’m willing to go through with their little ‘deal’? Being on the receiving side, shouldn’t I have a say in this? Why are they so sure I will agree? So many things run through my head, but in the end I know I will. First of all, my writing has been in a slump lately. The novel I finished never got published, and I have been having a hard time getting my articles and columns allocated. I’m ...

... practically out of money. I can’t afford to move. The second reason is: I realize I actually enjoyed our messy bash, up to the point that I even climaxed while Edna was pouring her shit into me. That is the most amazing part for me. From childhood on I have harboured secret sexual fantasies of being overpowered by women and forced to do all sorts of things to them. I have even jerked off on piss play videos, although the shit twist is new to me. Already I feel my dick swelling again at the thought of serving Carol and Edna as a toilet. Carol steps up to the couch. ‘OK, listen up. We have decided you can stay, but there are conditions. Condition number one: you are to be at all times on standby for whatever service we may need from you. As you are a freelance writer and do your writing from home, I see no problem there. You spend most of your time here anyhow. We will buzz you over the intercom when we need you, and you are to come down to our apartment without delay. The few errands you have to run, you will solicit permission with us first. If we give you permission to leave the premises, you will then inquire if we need to go to the bathroom before you leave. We will make use of you if we do. We will stipulate the exact time when you are to be back. When you come back, you will report to us before retiring to your quarters. You will again inquire if any of us needs to go to the toilet, putting your mouth at our disposal. Is that understood so far?’ ‘Yes Mrs. Johnson.’ ‘Second ...