Obnoxious Housemate 6 - Interlude
I've just finished the story -- Part 12, the conclusion, is now done, and I am very psyched! So as a celebration, I'm posting this Part 6 preview a bit early, rather than waiting for the previous part to make it onto the archive as I prefer. Many many thanks to fellow student Beswitchingly Positive for feedback and reassurance on Chapters 11 and 12.
Copyright 2007 Clevernick
Sarah woke me in the best possible way, early Saturday morning. I had never felt so large before, and I felt even larger watching Sarah struggle to take me down her throat, all by herself, grasping my ass and pulling me into her generous mouth. I glanced behind me at some point, and saw Lynn still snuggled up behind me, one hand resting on my inner thigh, the other down between her legs. Her collar was still on, with the leash. She was half-awake and already her hips were gently humping her hand.
This felt very good, but my thoughts were racing – first to the future, then to the past. What could I do today to keep Sarah interested in staying the whole weekend? And why was Lynn always volunteering for more slave duty? I’d love to think I could sleep this way between them every night, but I knew I’d have to earn that.
With an almost audible click, I realized I knew what Lynn was after these last few days, and it wasn’t Chuck’s “boyfriend” idea, either. And I knew how to test my theory, and what it would mean. That left Sarah. Sarah, who could leave on a moment’s notice if she wasn’t being happily surprised every minute.
Sarah was still not entirely a known quantity, but I’d seen a few things already. She was conscious of her body’s beauty and power, sensitive, generous, spirited, and definitely turned on by submission. But did she want to be led, controlled, forcibly stimulated, used, abused, subjugated? Would she be even more turned on if she were in charge? I didn’t know, and I wasn’t sure she did either.
The best idea to keep Sarah interested seemed to be to offer her a weekend of self-discovery, and be willing to take her as far as her inner desires could handle, and just a touch further. This would mean expanding my own repertoire of dominance, over both Lynn and Sarah. No more Mr. Nice Guy. From what I’d read, being able to handle more dominance myself, with care but without fear, would only be a good thing as far as these girls were concerned. I …. I --- I couldn’t think any more – I gave up to Sarah’s throat the accumulated lust and passion I’d built up the whole night, all concentrated in a few waves of hot semen, which she swallowed about half of, then playfully deposited the rest with her tongue, in a long streak from my abdomen up to my chest. Then her tongue continued up to my neck, as she crawled up toward me again, sliding her breasts up my front as she did. She bit my ear, hard enough to make me jump, then laughed and kissed me. Brat. I knew now that she was a cheeky brat, too.
I took her in my arms then, not able to summon up another erection so soon, but not willing to stop either. I pulled her legs to either side of me, slipped two fingers inside her already wet core, and held the back of her head with my other hand as I kissed her, insistently at first, then more roughly, hungrily, matching her passion as her hips fucked my two, now three, fingers. She bit my lip, and it hurt. I bit her tongue, and she moaned, humped harder. I glanced over at Lynn, who was nearby – naked, watching, entranced, and absently fingering herself and massaging her own chest.
Just then my alarm clock rang – it was 7:45, and this damn clock didn’t know it was a weekend. Lynn rolled over and slapped it off. Sarah, darling brat, kept humping my hand, but let my mouth go long enough for me to tell Lynn, “Sarah’s asshole needs a tongue bath.” Sarah eyes widened, but she was too aroused to object, even if she’d wanted to. Lynn’s face became alert, pupils dilating, and she immediately stretched herself out behind Sarah, between my own spread legs, and applied herself to the task, spreading Sarah’s perfect buttocks and, well, though I saw her hand busy between her own legs, I couldn’t see what she did with her tongue and other hand behind Sarah. Sarah jumped at first, then moved her hips around sinuously, trying alternately to take in my fingers and Lynn’s eager tongue. I brought her back to me by biting her lower lip, and we continued to tongue-wrestle.
Lynn, still the perfect servant, noted my stiffening cock growing nearby, and massaged it a bit with one hand, while continuing to rim and penetrate Sarah with her tongue. When I was fully hard again, Lynn must have judged Sarah ready too – she nudged Sarah forward and pushed my cock upward until it popped into Sarah’s now receptive ass, then she remained down below, licking both of us wetly to keep us lubricated, protecting Sarah’s tender behind from injury. As Sarah’s tight sphincter massaged my new erection, and she grunted and took in a bit more of me with each stroke, I told her sternly that she had to wait for my permission to come, and she bit her lower lip as she smiled, and nodded. Still with three fingers in her vagina, I felt around inside her for that spot they’re always talking about, wasn’t sure I could find it, and went back to the reliable old clit instead with my thumb.
Sarah gasped, and I continued massaging her from the inside. She began whimpering, rhythmically, and I didn’t make it any easier for her. I continued fucking her from both sides, enjoying myself, confident that I would not come for some time, so soon after the first time. Sarah was fresh from sleep, hadn’t climaxed yet, and was holding herself on the edge, somehow, but I could see it was getting very hard for her. “Soon?” she pleaded. “Beg me.” I commanded, now playing with her hardened nipples too.
“Please –mm - may I come now?”, she whimpered, bucking and sliding.
“I didn’t hear you properly.”
“Please, sir, may I mm- come now – mm -- sir?”, she forced out between little moans.
“You’ll have to wait for me first. I’m going to come in your ass first. Wait till you feel it.”
She moaned in reply, and I held one spherical breast in my right hand, tightly, tighter, hard.
“In a bit… soon….. now.” And she came gloriously as I did, tossing her head back and forth. Her juices covered my left hand, and I brought it behind Sarah’s ass for Lynn to lick clean. Lynn again picked up the clue and did so, still apparently going strong with her own hand between her legs.
After a bit, I watched Lynn gasp and shudder, but I felt myself going limp, and pulled out of Sarah’s ass. Lynn, apparently done, immediately cleaned me off too, and licked Sarah’s ass clean, though I didn’t really ask her to. I held Sarah around her taut waist, brought Lynn up to sit nearby, and kissed Sarah some more while I played gently with Lynn’s exhausted pussy, and thought about plans for today.
After some time, I asked Sarah, “I’d like to take you to the Art Gallery today, and through the Market.” She thought about it, said “I thought you were going to keep us here chained up like beasts all weekend.”
“Is that what you hoped for?”
“Well, no…” she said, and I made a mental note to try it as soon as possible.
I grinned, and firmly said “I will do that tomorrow. It will be a pleasure. But it’s sunny today, and we need some culture. And I want to get to know you better.” I lowered my voice and said “So I can tease out those kinky fantasies of yours for tomorrow.” This widened her eyes, and she agreed.
“Lynn”, I continued, still fingering her lightly, “you are technically bound to me only by night, except for two more days of panty patrol. You can go free today, do some shopping, have some fun, see your friends.” I paused. “Unless you’d like to serve me of your own will, today.” Lynn looked back at me, and with only a little hesitation took her leash and placed it in my hand.
That confirmed what I was thinking about Lynn. She wasn’t here for any silly blackmail agreement or vow, at least not any more. And she wasn’t desperate for attention, or fooling herself into thinking we were in love, either. Chuck was wrong this time. Lynn was here because she couldn’t get enough of being a slave, and it turned her on more than she could say. She apparently wanted to be humiliated and degraded, punished, possibly even abused a little. This was beyond my ability to empathize with, but I knew that I could do it for her, since it pleased me to do so, at least, up to a point. What I could empathize with was that she wasn’t in love with me, any more than I was with her, and she knew it. She just needed the rush that came with the way I treated her. That seemed a fair trade to me.
“Lynn, first I need you to go to your room, and get some clothes. I’ll need a nice blouse and skirt for Sarah, and for yourself, put together the closest things you can to a sexy French Maid outfit. Oh yes, and by the way, don’t wake your roommate. If you do, I’ll have to punish you.” I handed her back her chain. She nodded, and put on her clothes from the night before, still wearing a collar. She went over to her room, and Sarah and I could hear her talking with Betty a bit. I was sure Betty had been up, but I needed an excuse to punish Lynn anyway.
Sarah asked “Won’t I need some underwear?” I looked at her, grinned, and said nothing. She blushed, and nodded. Lynn came back with an above-the-knee dark green skirt and her nicest white blouse for Sarah. Sarah tried the blouse on, and it was a bit tight, with her firm tits and hard nipples straining the fabric a bit, but not quite slutty-looking. I declared it just perfect. Sarah giggled at the look, then tried on the skirt too. Lynn was thinner than Sarah, but was a bit bottom-heavy, whereas Sarah was slim but curvy and perfectly proportioned, so the skirt fit perfectly, which was a relief – I didn’t have any skirts myself.
For herself, Lynn had brought stay-ups, black dress shoes, the black spaghetti-strap top and her short pink skirt. Not exactly fetish wear, but not bad on a moment’s notice either. The collar at the top would finish off the image. I nodded to Lynn, and Sarah and I watched her take her clothes off again and dress up in her “maid” outfit. No panties, natch.
I told Lynn, “Good work. Your job today is to clean my room, your room, Chuck and Richard’s room, the bathroom and the kitchen. You may take 1 hour off for lunch, and two 15-minute breaks. Otherwise you will work full-time on this job until it’s done. If you think it’s done, you’re probably wrong, so look around the room for some other part you’ve missed. Don’t forget the tops of cupboards, ceilings, walls, and floors. You’ll wear your sexy maid’s outfit, and your collar, and consider yourself my slave for every minute of this work. Understood?”
She nodded, repulsed (she was a terrible cleaner), but also determined and still somehow turned on. “One more thing, slave. A little punishment for waking Betty up. You’re panty-free today, and one of our roommates might notice. If Rob, or Chuck, or even Betty, or even one of their guests, should happen to want the use of your body today, you will happily give them your all, as if you were, oh, a shameless whore or something. Don’t wait for them to ask, just take them upstairs and silently fuck them silly as soon as you sense they want you. Then go back to cleaning, unless someone else wants you. Do not explain. Understood?” She was outraged. She turned red. She spluttered, almost spoke. I saw that this was really hard on her. I went over to her, slid a finger underneath her skirt, and stroked, feeling her growing arousal, witnessing as her body betrayed her. She moaned a little. “Looks like you really are a shameless whore”, I remarked, still stroking her gently. “You’ll love it. Are you, in fact, a shameless slut?” Helplessly, she nodded. I expected she honestly thought so, too. “Thought so. I’ll inspect all the rooms tonight, and if they’re not good enough, you’ll be doing it again tomorrow. Now start with your room.” I waited while she left.
“Now we’re off to the Art Gallery.” And I took Sarah about the waist, found her a robe, and took her off to the shower to get ready. I was curious what she thought of that conversation with Lynn, but I hadn’t been watching Sarah at the time, and she didn’t bring it up.
As Sarah entered the bathroom, I noticed Chuck’s door was open, and left her a moment and I peeked in on him. He was quietly reading on his futon, so I explained “I’ll be out today. But Robo-Lynn will actually be cleaning. All day.”
“Hallelujah”, he laughed. “That would be a first.”
“Really, she will. But I also wanted to suggest you watch her closely while she cleans the kitchen and your room, and if you want some amusement, try to see what color underwear she’s wearing. You might learn something.” I grinned at him, and left him pondering. I wondered how Lynn would interpret his interest.
Good news today -- it's published!
It's published now! Those of you who wrote me privately and helped me fix stuff are mentioned with extreme gratitude on page one.
New title: From Zealot to Harlot
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