Paying The Rent - Sex Stories

Paying The Rent

... wonder he didn’t want to show us.’ ‘Oh my, it’s so short! And look how thin it is.’ ‘Why, he could fuck a fly and it wouldn’t feel a thing.’ ‘My clit is bigger than his penis!’ I am thoroughly embarrassed and cover my groin with my hands. That’s when the realization hits me that I’m actually having a stiffy. How can I be aroused if Carol has been treating me like shit and Edna is stifling a mocking laugh at the sight of my manhood? ‘I don’t think he will do. I say we oust him.’ Carol picks up her cigarette from the floor where it is burning a hole in the linoleum and turns to the door. ‘Wait, wait. Let’s not be hasty. Let’s think this through before we make a decision.’ Poor Edna. She really does seem to be taken with me. ‘But what can we possibly use him for? I’m not going to fuck a needle dick.’ ‘Well, maybe… well maybe there’s other parts of his body that can be of use.’ ‘Like what?’ ‘Like his mouth.’ ‘What for?’ ‘You know. What he can’t do with his dick, he can do with his tongue.’ ‘Oh you are a nasty bitch, aren’t you?’ Edna shuffles her feet and looks down at the floor. She seems to be struggling to find the right words. ‘Well, I’m only saying, there’s more ways to do it than just the old-fashioned way. You’d be surprised the things they do on the internet.’ ‘What do you know what they do on the internet?’ ‘Well, uhm, Mr. Harrison from seven showed me.’ ‘Oh now I know why you spend so much time up there. And when were you going to tell me?’ ‘Oh now really. You were so ...

... busy with Mr. Big Dick from eleven, I didn’t think you wanted your little romance disturbed to worry about my crummy needs.’ ‘But I invited you. You never wanted a piece of Mr. Benson.’ ‘I just can’t stand him. So haughty, always boasting about the size of his penis and how he never leaves a woman unsatisfied. I don’t know how you put up with him.’ ‘Well I don’t. I put up with his dick, that’s all.’ ‘Yeah, but we’re supposed to be in this together. You said we’d do this together.’ ‘OK, OK, you’re right, I’m sorry. So what exactly do you propose we do with Mr. Pencil Dick here?’ Edna looks me up and down, her hand rubbing her chin. She is thinking. ‘Well, one of the things Mr. Harrison liked to do, and which I particularly enjoyed, was something he called worshipping.’ ‘Worshipping? Isn’t that something religious?’ ‘I guess in a way it is. It’s a tribute to the female body. The man’s face is placed on or in the body part of your choice in such a way that he is exposed to textures, smells and tastes of that particular part of the body. He doesn’t do anything really. He pays tribute by his endurance. No matter if it smells or tastes bad, no matter if it hurts or stings or tickles, no matter if he gets a cramp or if he is cold or uncomfortable. He just has to stick in there and worship the object of his love in any way that pleases her.’ ‘Hm. You mean that if I rub like, uhm… my armpit in his face, he has to put up with it?’ ‘Exactly.’ ‘Sounds kind of kinky. OK, I’ll give it a ...