A Debt to be Paid

Chris walked into the kitchen, his head down and his heart rate up. He hated doing this, but there was no avoiding it either. Rachel looked up at him and smiled that contagious smile of hers in greeting. When Chris didn't quite smile back she knew something was wrong.

"What's up honey?" She asked.

Chris sat at the bar that bordered the kitchen and living room area. He watched her continuing to cut carrots. She was preparing her lunches for the week as she did every Sunday. "I have some bad new, and it's about the rent."

Rachel wiped the knife she was using clean and set it in the sink. "You can't make it this month?" She asked, her tone more concerned than accusing.

"Not yet, but I will. I just got blindsided by this bill from my old place and they only worked me one day this weekend. I'm sorry Rach, can you help me out?" he pleaded. This was much shorter than his planned begging. He had come up with four or five reasons why it wasn't really his fault and how he'd pay her back as soon as he could, but the guilt he felt about the whole thing ruined his presentation.

"The bill from the old apartment? Is that the one your were complaining about a few weeks ago?" Rachel asked, he back to him now. She was distributing the carrots into tupperware that already housed the other parts of her upcoming lunches. Even now, wracked with guilt, he couldn't help but move his eyes over her legs and ass. She was relaxing in a pair of tight gym shorts today. They covered only the minimum of her ass to keep her descent, and her long pale legs descended from them like rays of light descend from heaven. She was barefoot, like she was most days when she was home, and Chris could see the toe ring that adorned her middle toe on her left foot.

"Yeah. That's the one." He admitted. He knew the bill had been coming, and he knew he should have saved up for it.

"Not much of a blindside then was it." It was a statement, not a question, and it was as harsh as it was true. But when she turned and faced him again she was smiling. She folded some of her dark brown hair behind her ear in the way that women do without thinking. "It's not a problem Chirs. I have enough to pay rent for both of us."

Chris relaxed a bit, but said "I can pay my part for this month, I'll just get it to you in a couple weeks. I swear."

She folded her arms and leaned forward on the bar. Chris did his best not to look down her shirt as she did this, though he felt she did this a lot on purpose. "Wouldn't that put you behind again? You can pay me back if you want, but I'm fine with just paying for this month."

"I don't want you to do that, that's not fair to you."

"I can make it fair. You'll just owe me." She said. She had tried to say this offhandedly, but her typical smile was just a bit more twisted and her eyes held more meaning in them.

Even Chris could see there was something more to what she was saying. Possibly even something sexual. It was always something Chris had thought about in the past, but never thought to ever try. She was his roommate. But she was also beautiful, sexy, and liked to flirt. Of course Chris had fantasized about this.

"Owe you, like something besides money?" Chris asked stupidly.

"Yep. Until you can pay me. Deal?" She extended her well manicured right hand. Chris could see that the polish on the fingernails was a dark red that matcher her toenail polish. He shook her hand.

"Deal." He went to take his hand away but she held his in a strong grip. He looked up at her in mild surprise.

"No going back on this until you pay. Understand?" She said, her eyes looking pointedly at his.

"Yeah. Sure." He said back, mildly unnerved.

Her stern look melted instantly to a happy grin. "Great! Knock on my door tonight at about 10. Don't forget." She let go of his hand and went back to her lunches. She put the lids on and stored them away. Chris sat there in stunned silence, not sure if he should go or say something. She grinned at him as she walked past, and she went upstairs. He heard her door close. After a beat he looked at the clock on the stove. 4:35. It was going to be a long 5 and a half hours.

At 9:45 Chris was really overthinking this whole thing. He was looking through his clothes trying to decide what to wear, thinking about using cologne, and how he can keep his hands from getting anymore sweaty than they already were. Finally he settled on some pants and a nice button down green shirt he was pretty sure he looked good in. He looked himself over in the mirror again. His short blond hair was neat and in place. His face was covered in about 4 days worth of beard, which is about where he liked to keep it. He brushed his hands off on his pants and straightened up. It was time.

Chris walked to Rachel's door and checked his phone. 9:58. He was early, but he wasn't going to just stand there. He knocked.

"Come on in." Rachel's voice called out.

Chris half expected her to be spread out on her bed, naked. Or maybe in lingerie. Or at least sitting on the bed. She wasn't. She was at her small desk in the corner typing away at her computer. She wasn't wearing a sexy negligee either, rather she was wearing the same simple t-shirt she was wearing earlier and some pink sweatpants.

"Give me just a sec. I'm finishing up here." She said without looking up. Chris shifted his weight awkwardly. He assumed she was writing. That's what she did for a living and he guessed she was good at what she did. After all, she was paying rent this month, and any writer that can pay rent with their writing must be good, right? Chris continued to wait for what seemed like forever. He obediently stood behind her, looking at her hair, looking at her bed. Imagining what he'd be doing on that bed.

Rachel raised her arms straight above her head and arched her back in a long stretch. With a sigh she stood up. "OK, ready?" She asked, turning to face Chris. "Oh, you look nice. Get all dressed up for me?"

Chris blushed, "I wasn't sure..." He started.

Rachel laughed. "It's fine." She moved past Chris and went to her dresser. She found some long woolen socks. "I'm not asking for sex tonight Chris, you don't have to go that far." She said, pushing her sweatpants down revealing her pale plump ass. Chris' mind went blank staring at his gorgeous roommate striping down in front of him.

"Uh.. what..?" He stumbled.

"All I want tonight, and probably tomorrow night, is a blowjob." She said, pulling on the gray woollen socks she'd just found. Something moved between her legs and she did.

"Wait. A blowjob?"

"Yeah dummy." Rachel said as she finished dressing herself from the knees down. She turned to face him then. "I want you to suck my cock."

Chris stared blankly at the slowly hardening cock that hung from the girl he'd been fantasizing about for the past 5 hours. It was pale like the rest of her, but for the plump pink tip. He felt locked in place. He couldn't tear his eyes from it.

"You really didn't know. I thought you knew." Rachel said, the smile in her voice was obvious.

"You're.. You... That's a..." Chris failed to articulate anything.

"Yep. Now get on the bed honey, I want to be able to cum and fall right to sleep." Rachel said. She moved to the bed and climbed onto it. She pushed her pillow into a pill and leaned back against them. Reclined, she spread her legs and slid her hand down her shaft. She began to stroke herself softly and with the other hand she did the 'come here' gesture with one finger to Chris. Without thinking Chris moved to the bed and climbed on. He was still in shock, moving only because she wanted him to. Her sock clad feet were on either side of him now. Her left hand was under her shirt massaging her breast as she watched him intently move closer to her hairless smooth cock.

Christ paused suddenly, "I'm.. I'm not gay." He said weakly.

"Oh honey, I didn't ask if you were. I told you to suck my cock. Now unless you've got some money for rent hidden away somewhere, get to it." Rachel said sweetly.

"But, I've never done this before."

"That's fine. I've been thinking about your hot mouth on my dick for the past couple of hours. I probably won't last too long tonight." She said, as if that addressed all his concerns.

Unable to think of anything else, Chris looked back at her member. It was fully hard now, must have been about 7 inches long. Bigger than his. His hand moved up on it's own. Part of him didn't want to do this, but a stronger part of him didn't want to disappoint Rachel. He had to do what she said. After all, he owed her.

He wrapped his hand around her. He felt her hardness in his hand. He could almost feel her heartbeat in it. He looked up at her expectantly, unsure of what to do. She smiled at him and stuck the tip of her finger in her mouth. A soft sucking sound escaped her lips and she winked at him. He move a bit closer now, his head was between her thighs. He could smell her now. It was a sweet yet salty musk of cock that had been trapped all day and was now free and ready for use. Chris to the head of her cock in his mouth.

"Ohh..." Rachel sighed

Chris felt her warmth in his mouth. He tasted her. A sting of salt and flesh. His tongue moved over the swell of her cock head, and Rachel gave a slight tremor as he did so. He began to move his head, taking more of her in his mouth as he did. He kept his tongue on the underside of her shaft and he bobbed up and down on the top half of her cock.

"Mhmmm, you sure you're not gay?" Rachel teased him. "You're doing a pretty decent job down there for someone who claims to like pussy."

Chris felt a pang of deep shame as she spoke. But he also felt his own dick strain against his pants. He dipped down taking as much of her in his mouth as he could, but as he did so he quickly adjusted himself in his pants. No longer straining against his thigh his rock hard cock set upright poking just out of his waistband. Intense shame gripped him, but stronger was the desire to keep going, to please Rachel. His hands moved under her soft cuppable ass and he sucks her long hot shaft in deliberate rhythmic strokes. He felt her finger slip into his hair and guide his head up and down.

"Oh yes honey, just like that. Such a good little cocksucker." Her hips bucked slightly into him. A strange combination of shame, pride and horneiness stormed in Chris. "I'm going to cum in your mouth Chris." Rachel snarled through her teeth. Her hips were now clearly bucking into him. "Are you excited? Ready to get your first taste of girl cum?"

Chris's cock throbbed. Rachel's verbal abuse was driving him over the edge. Every time his prick moved against the fabric of his pants it was excruciating. Never in his life had he come close to an orgasm without some kind of attention down there, but now he wasn't sure who would cum first.

"Look at me. Look me in the eye." Rachel said, her voice was pure authority. Chris looked up at her without hesitation. Rachel's typically soft brown eyes bored into Chris with more lust and dominance than he could ever have imagined. In that moment, as she continued to thrust into his mouth, she came. Her throbbing member pulsed once, twice, and hot sticky cum flooded Chris's mouth. Rachel tightened her grip on Chris's hair, pulling it painfully. Through her clenched teeth, she let out a groan that was almost a growl. Her eyes never leaving his, they told him she was in complete control. They told him he was her plaything, and this was his just reward. Chris came. His cock, stuck in his waistband, shot his cum worthlessly into his shirt. He moaned around her as they both dumped their respective loads. Chris's mouth began to fill. His eyes still locked with Rachel, he did the only thing he could. He swallowed.

Rachel finally broke eye contact, her head rolling back. She shot the last of her load into Chris and he drank her down. Her grip relaxed and he was free, but he didn't move just yet.

Rachel caught her breath and looked down at him. She smiled down at her new pet.

"That was pretty good for your first time." She pulled herself from his mouth and got up from the bed. She found her panties and pulled them on. "But tomorrow you might want to do a little research on how to suck a cock. I want you to be an expert cock sucker before you pay off your debt to me." Even as she spoke down to him, even after cumming so recently, he couldn't help but stare longingly as the thin piece of fabric slid up the crack of Rachel's perfect ass. "Did you hear what I said?" She asked, tearing his attention away.

"Y-yes. I heard you."

"Oh my god. You swallowed, didn't you? I didn't even have to tell you." She crossed the room to him smiling. "You little fucking slut." She said the words like they were an accolade.

Chris backed away from her off the bed. "I didn't-"

"What the fuck is that?" She pointed to the wet spot now showing on Chris's shirt. "You fucking creamed yourself sucking on my cock!" She moved closer to him, looking at the cum stain. She put out her hand and pressed the cooling wetness to his skin. Chris shivered at this but didn't move away. "Tell me something. Were you stroking yourself off while sucking on my cock, or did you just cum from how much you were enjoying my taste?" She gazed at Chris, a devilish look in her eye.

Chris couldn't hold that gaze. He couldn't answer. Part of him was completely mortified by what had just happened, what was still happening. But there was another part of him that had loved every second of it.

When he didn't answer Rachel pressed her advantage. She grabbed him through his pants. "Are you still hard Chris? Are you hoping I'll return the favor?"

Chris wasn't hard, but now he was getting back there. Rachel slid her fingers over the fabric that protected his balls, then moved her thumb up his stiffening shaft.

"You've taken to this a lot better than I thought you would. If I had known what a little cock whore you were I'd have done this months ago." She said, tracing the outline of his penis. "So tonight, here's what you're going to do, sweety. You're going to go back to your little room, all stiff and turned on by me. And you're going to jerk yourself off. And when you jerk yourself off, you're going to think about me." Rachel leaned in close to Chris, her lips close to his ear. "You're going to think about my cock." Chris heard her mouth open and suddenly her hot wet tongue was licking at his earlobe. "You're going to think about my cock, fucking your ass." Her scent was enveloping him, a mix of her perfume she'd worn since he'd known her. Not a smell he could place, but one that made him think immediately of her. "My cock opening up your little asshole." She took his earlobe into her mouth and nibbled at it. Chris's knees began to tremble. "You're going to cum, thinking about me cumming in you. Got that?" Chris's cock was straining against his pants once again. Wanting more than anything to be free and in her hands.

Rachel pulled away from Chris suddenly. "Alright, well, see you tomorrow. Have fun tonight. I did." She gently pushed him out her door and shut it behind him. Chris stood there a moment, still horny and confused. But he quickly turned and went back to his room. He had instructions to follow.