Paying The Rent - Sex Stories

Paying The Rent

... shot.’ Carol pushes me back into the couch and sits on my lap. She lifts her right arm and with her left hand pulls down the sleeve opening of her blouse. The grayish-white shaved skin of her armpit thus exposed, she shoves it in my face without further ado. My lips and nose sink into her soft flesh and I am engulfed by a sour sweat odour. ‘Hey, that actually feels rather good. Makes me feel powerful, to know I can just shove my body in his face. What if he doesn’t like it?’ ‘He doesn’t have to like it, although if he really loves you, he will. The more you make a man worship you, the more he will not only become accustomed to the fragrances and textures of your body, but he will indeed come to appreciate it and start to long for it. In time, he will become dependent. Your body becomes an addiction to him. That physical dependency will foster his love for you.’ I cannot imagine ever becoming addicted to Carol’s sweaty armpit stink. ‘Yes, but what if he resists?’ The thought of resistance has come to mind. I am curious to hear the answer to that one. The truth is I’m having trouble breathing, apart from the somewhat humiliating position I’m in. Imagine a friend dropping in and seeing me like this. ‘If he resists, you can always twist his balls. That’s the advantage of having a man strip before you start. Being naked in the presence of a dressed woman makes a man vulnerable and thus easier to handle. It also serves the purpose of providing quick access to the most sensitive ...

... part of his body: his testicles. A man is voided of resistance once you have his testicles in your hand.’ ‘I see. And I thought women grew their fingernails only for aesthetic reasons.’ Carol grabs my balls and digs her fingernails into them. So far for resistance. ‘And I can make him do anything I like?’ ‘Yes, of course. Once you have a man in a subordinate position and he accepts it, you have total control over him.’ ‘Fascinating. OK sissy, let’s have some tongue in there. Lick my armpit.’ Carol squeezes my balls just in case I might hold thoughts of disobeying. There is no need. Edna is right, when you got him by the balls, there’s nothing he won’t do for you. I produce my tongue and start licking in long slow upward strokes. She tastes salty and a fermented kind of sour. The stubbles rasp my tongue raw. ‘OK, that’s enough. My turn now.’ ‘But I’ve had him hardly for a minute.’ ‘I just want to show you what else you can do.’ ‘Just another minute, yes? This feels heavenly.’ The minute turns out to be a long suffocating quarter of an hour, with Carol switching armpits back and forth while she squabbles with her sister. I am a mess when I am finally released, only to be pulled onto the floor by my feet by an impatient Edna. I’m on my back and next to my head Edna’s foot slips out of her sandal. ‘Do me a favor and hold his head steady. He may not like this.’ Carol is as puzzled as I am, but she squats down behind me and holds my head as requested. From the corner of my eye I see ...