Erin Pays the Rent

Walking back to her apartment, Erin felt conspicuous. Could anyone who passed her tell she had just sucked the apartment manager's dick to get some extra time to pay her rent? She noticed a feeling of wetness between her legs--she must have experienced some leakage from her clit due to arousal.

Once she had returned to her unit, Erin closed the door and leaned against it. She wasn't sure what to feel about what had happened. On the plus side, the rent-related stress had lifted once the immediate crisis had been averted...or at least postponed. On the other hand, she had to live the knowledge that she had just performed oral sex on someone she barely knew, letting him cum in her mouth and then swallowing his load. This kind of behavior was very much at odds with her self-image.

She pushed herself away from the door and slowly walked toward the bathroom. It had occurred to her that she would need to brush her teeth thoroughly before leaving for class--it would not be advisable to talk to her classmates or instructors with cum breath. Erin picked up her toothbrush, then put it back in the cup where it normally resided. She looked at herself in the bathroom mirror. Was this the face of a slut? She had traded sexual favors for special treatment on her rent payment. How different was that from what a prostitute did?

Without any particular volition, Erin found herself walking into her bedroom. She realized that the arousal that she had experienced when she was sucking Darrell's cock still remained. It had been a while since she had last masturbated, and she did not need to leave for the college for another hour. She went to her closet and took down a metal case secured with a combination lock from the upper shelf. This was where she kept her toys and other supplies. At one time she had stored them in a box under her bed, but became increasingly concerned that they might be discovered by a visitor. She could not say for sure whether the recent infrequency of her masturbation contributed to her decision to move the items into her closet, or if the move was responsible for the dry spell in self-satisfaction.

Despite this recent break from pleasuring herself, Erin still knew the lock combination by heart, and quickly undid the lock to open up the case. Inside she saw her old friends, accumulated over a long period of time: an eight-inch, vaguely phallus-shaped vibrator, a long, thick and heavy dildo that was made of featureless glass, a smaller life-like flesh-colored silicone dildo with balls, several butt plugs, the bulb of a rectal douche, a couple of containers of lube, poppers, and lots of porn in various media. She had carefully curated these items over the years, and knew that she would come back to them time and again.

After closing the blinds, Erin pulled offer her t-shirt and unhooked her bra. She rubbed her palms against her nipples--which she noticed were erect--in a gentle circular motion that provoked shivers of excitement. Then she undid her jeans and slid them down, exposing her black, lacy, low-rise panties. These came off next, leaving her completely naked.

As she slid the panties over her feet, Erin felt the wet spot on the narrow strip of fabric between the leg holes. She held the garment to her nose and sniffed, savoring the smell she associated with arousal and sex. Then, bending over at the waist, she reached with her hand and found the end of one of the pieces of tape on the sensitive inside of her thigh and carefully peeled it off until she reached the point where it secured her clit. Ever so gently she continued to remove it, releasing the little appendage to dangle freely. She went through the same process with her scrotum, thanking the stars that she had shaved recently.

As she was doing this, Erin noticed a clear droplet on the end of her clit, the source of the wetness. She caught it on her fingertip and rubbed the slippery liquid over her lips, relishing the sensation. She grabbed the douche and went back to the bathroom for a quick clean, her standard policy before inserting anything into her ass.

After she was sure that she was ready, Erin flushed and returned to the bedroom, laying on her side. She took a tube of Astroglide, putting a generous amount on one of her fingertips. She then pushed it into her anal canal and thoroughly coated the inside with a layer of lube. Now she mentally debated which toy she would use for anal pleasure, finally settling on the realistic silicone dildo. This was about seven inches in length, therefore similar in size to the cock she had recently had in her mouth. Like most dildos, this one mimicked a circumcised dick, so that was a difference of course.

She squeezed a big dollop of lube into the palm of her hand and used it to coat the first five inches of the silicone cock--most of its insertable length. Then she brought the dildo to her backside, holding it with her left hand while using her right hand to spread apart her butt cheeks. She pressed the slimy tip against the outside of her anus, feeling another shiver of excitement as she did so. Then she began to push.

Erin gave a little gasp as she felt her anus get pressed open by the end of the dildo. There was no pain yet, just a little bit of pressure. As she continued, and as the ever thickening dildo began to stretch her anus past its normal dimensions, the familiar mix of pain and pleasure set in. She found herself breathing more heavily, psyching herself to take the full width of the dildo. Having taken a break from using anything to penetrate herself, Erin found it more difficult than she remembered to accommodate it. Nonetheless, with some patience she eventually managed to fit the head into her anus, provoking a gasp of mixed excitement and relief at the temporary let-up of stretching. She pushed it a little deeper, coming to the thickest point on the shaft, which once again provoked sharp pain signals as it stretched her already strained sphincter even further. Now she had the first three inches inside her, and she stopped to savor the feeling of penetration and fullness.

Erin decided it was time to give her clit some attention. She pulled her knees up to her chest and rolled onto her back. Now her asshole and the protruding cock were pointing slightly upward, and her left hand could easily reach it to slide it in and out. With the tips of her index and middle fingers, she pressed against the underside of her clit, which was slightly engorged but still soft and laying against her lower belly. She began moving her fingers against the underside of the shaft in gentle circular motions, registering the pleasure this caused with a quiet whimper. As she continued, she started sliding the dildo slowly in and out, trying to simulate the actions of a man taking her.

She could feel the excitement rising. Erin did not always climax when she masturbated--sometimes she had to be content with some mild feelings of pleasure without the cathartic release of an orgasm. She was confident that she would come this time. She thought back to the events in Darrell's office, focusing on the transactional aspect of the sex. As far as she could remember, she had never traded sex for something tangible, and the inherent naughtiness of having done so turned her on. Suddenly, she caught a taste of Darrell's cum in her mouth, which helped focus her mind on the reality of her actions. She was breathing more heavily, and continuing to make little cries of excitement and pleasure.

Erin realized that she had stopped the circular motion and was now vigorously rubbing her clit with three fingertips in an up-and-down motion. The sensation was growing, and she knew that a climax was coming. She began to thrust the dildo in and out more violently, pulling it most of the way out then jamming it all the way in, the way a man might fuck her if he was getting close to ejaculating.

Suddenly, Erin experienced the signal that an unstoppable event was bearing down on her like a massive wave. She was going to come whether she wanted to or not. Of course she did want to, but the strength and relentlessness of the rising feeling was frightening. She stopped rubbing herself and focused on thrusting the dildo. Her rectum and anus seemed to have become engorged and stiffer around the dildo. She could tell that the shaft was rubbing against her prostate, and her pleasure sensations seemed to flow from all regions of her pelvic area. Then the wave began to crest and she could feel her anus tighten involuntarily, she let out a loud cry as the pleasure washed all through her body, and through the haze of her climax she felt the wetness of her ejaculation, which was creating a growing puddle of warm, sticky liquid on her belly. She stopped moving the dildo as the last pulses of her orgasm wound down, then lay there still impaled, slowly catching her breath.

When her climax had fully subsided, Erin reached down and gently removed the dildo. Then she grabbed a tissue from the ox on her bedside table and wiped up as much of her cum as she could. Taking the dildo, she went into the bathroom and started the shower, then quickly washed herself down to remove the sticky residue on her abdomen, along with any lingering smells of sex. She carefully cleaned the dildo with soap and water, then jumped out and toweled off. Back in the bedroom, she saw the clock and realized that she had very little time to get ready and catch the bus to campus. She quickly returned the dildo and lube to her case, locked it, and returned it to the closet. She did not have time to think about her wardrobe, so she just threw on the clothes she had been wearing before. On her way out the door, she fished the scrunchy out of her pocket from earlier that morning and pulled back her hair again.

Erin barely caught the bus. Breathing a sigh of relief, she suddenly realized that she had never gotten around to brushing her teeth. She would need to buy some gum for her breath!