Paying The Rent - Sex Stories

Paying The Rent

... lid closed. Gosh I’m getting a hard-on again. At eight sharp I’m at the Johnson sisters’ door. Edna opens, and I carry the chair in. Carol is out. She tells me to put it in the bathroom, between the actual toilet and the bath tub. Carol will inspect it when she comes back. It looks pretty. I’m proud like a peacock. At seven the next morning, I’m awakened by the buzz of the intercom. I already know what that means. I dress quickly in shorts and a T-shirt, grab a towel and rush down the stairs. Edna opens again. ‘She’s in the bathroom. You’d better hurry, she has a morning temper.’ Carol is standing in front of the mirror clad in a bathrobe, taking curlers out of her hair. Her face is puffy and with her hair a mess, she looks monstrous. ‘What took you so long? Do you think I’m going to sit here all day waiting for you to come?’ ‘I’m sorry, Mrs. Johnson. I came as fast as I could.’ ‘Not fast enough. Now crawl into your crummy contraption there and wait. I’ll be back.’ She steps out of the bathroom. I drop down to the floor on my back and push myself through the curtains into the toilet chair. The lid is down. I wait in darkness. Ten minutes later, someone shuffles into the bathroom. The lid is lifted and I see Carol’s face looking down at me. She is smoking a cigarette and there’s a newspaper in her hand, which she drapes over the back of the seat. Then she turns around, takes off her robe and gathers up her nightgown. I can clearly see her fat naked ass through the oval hole ...

... as it hovers above the toilet seat. Then it comes down and closes the gap. The chair creeks menacingly as she sits down, but seems determined to hold. A ray of light comes in through the opening between her legs, where I see the silhouette of her cunt outlined against the light. Her ass is looming fifteen inches above my face, sagging through the seat in its same oval shape. As my eyes get used to the darkness, I can make out her asshole pushing through the lobes of her ass cheeks that fit inside the oval, and further up her cuntlips drape down from her gaping cunt. I hear the rustling of paper, then silence. Nothing happens for a while. Suddenly a fart explodes inside the hollow space of the make-shift toilet, and I’m breathing that smell again. The smell of fresh shit. I look up, but nothing happens. Then another fart, a long one this time, prattling and sputtering. Something warm drips on my chin. Piss is dripping from her cunt. I catch the trickle in my mouth, keeping my eye on her asshole which is pushing in and out like it were breathing. What if she pisses and shits at the same time? Will I be able to catch both in my mouth? I hadn’t thought of that. Suddenly the piss trickle turns into a thick stream. I scramble to get my mouth in position, as the stream comes with a momentum and lands a bit further forward than I had calculated. It hisses as it shoots out of her cunt and sort of zigzags depending on which cuntlip it hits on its way down. Still, somehow I manage to ...