Desperate Measures call for Desperate Solutions (Kaybee x Fun_and_Games)

[Fun_and_Games]

This thread will be the gameplay surrounding a group of roommates who 'help out' two of their number that end up on hard times. Over time, it goes from the occasional exchange of sex for help into a point where the two girls are used as commonly available sex partners. Otherwise treated like normal roommates, they are simply...available, all the time. In any way.

 

[Fun_and_Games]

Adam has always had a complicated life.

Passion was pretty much always brimming over with him. Sure, he tried everything, wanted to do everything, and had his hand in everything. Now, he is off to college. Second college, actually. His first few years went swimmingly, and he has just closed out a degree in drama and acting. Now, on to a masters in "Movie Magic". He is still not sure if he will end up a "behind the scenes" type or break into acting...he knows that is normally reserved for the fortunate few, but he is comfortable in front of a camera and people. He plays music, acts on the side just for the sake of trying it, but has always been more comfortable as 'the puppet master' so to speak, directing plays and mini-movies for his classes. In the end, he will be happy just being part of the world as a set-designer if he has to be.

Faceclaim for Adam

 

[Fun_and_Games]

Jiwon Park (Mostly called Jim from anglisization of his name, and it stuck), has always been more comfortable with numbers, statistics, puzzles and the like rather than human interaction. It made him tailor-fit for a geek's life in modern times. He embraced it, and has done very well for himself. He comes from a very wealthy Korean family, and is here in town to broaden his horizons, perfect his English, and get ready for a future in finance or...well, whatever else.

He is not always the most socially graceful. Indeed, growing up privileged, he can be something of a brat. He is quick to help, but always for a price, and he can always see a bottom line that he wants, and fight to get it. He can be merciless when presented with an opportunity, and not shy away from difficult choices when they need to be made. He is almost independently wealth himself, even without his parents' help, given all of his investments in new video games which he has helped code on the side and was gifted stocks at the bottom end.

But, he knows if he lived by himself, he would never see ANYONE, so...he plays the game of needing roommates, and took a smaller apartment so at least he got SOME social activity. In the end, while he is the bit of the jerk of the group...well, he kind of likes them.

Faceclaim for Jim

 

[Fun_and_Games]

Ben pretty much died and went to heaven when he got the apartment. Three female roommates! It was...well, for a geek who had trouble talking to women, the idea that he would be able to live in close confines with three (he thought) gorgeous girls and interact with them on a semi-constant basis was a cause for celebration. He called it a social life, no matter how terrible that was.

Sure, he fell into some of the stereotypical roles: he set up the tech around the apartment, had no problem helping any of them with their chem homework or what-not. He was pretty much pegged into going into some sort of chemical and biological engineering gig on graduation, so it wasn't like it was really HARD or anything...and it got him attention.

Sort of made him the funny (because he could be, once he loosened up) slightly odd (because...well, he was) but friendly side-kick to most of the rest of them.

Faceclaim for Ben

 

[Fun_and_Games]

Mia was one of the roommates, and she was quite a bit different. Already a bit of a different track, she was taking her business classes, but wasn't there to make a million dollars. Just to keep her business floating well. She liked Adam, and they got along...she ran a movie theatre as the owner and manager. Not a massive multi-plex...a small local one that catered to romantic movies and such. Had love seats to cuddle on instead of normal seating in some of the rows...that sort of thing. She'd expanded it to have a video game section and of course she sold popcorn, but she was surviving by being a boutique place for REAL dates, rather than the mass market thing.

The days in the apartment could be a LITTLE hard, as she had never really managed to profess where she stood...which, while being bisexual, was VERY leaning towards the enjoyment of women, and...more's the pity...neither of her current roommates seemed ready to consider such things. Then again, might be her own busy schedule didn't let her put in place a proper seduction. Either way...sigh.

But, they were all friends, and life went on.

Mia

 

[Fun_and_Games]

Elisabeth (though she really prefers just 'Liz') …(description pending)

Faceclaim for Elizabeth

 

[Fun_and_Games]

Daniella was one of the roommates...(description pending)

Daniella

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[Fun_and_Games]

The apartment shared by the group was rather perfect for a bunch of young college kids and professionals in their early twenties, getting ready to break into the world, so to speak. It wasn't some shitty university apartment, and wasn't the basement of a house, nor needing to live with their parents. None of it.

First, there was the seclusion of it all. Not a creepy sort of seclusion. They were right above a block of stores that serviced the college student body. The first floor of the building was a combination of a non-trendy sort of coffee shop (the sort of place writers and poets hung out, trying to goad their brains into action), a hair salon (that hired beginners from the beauty college loosely connected to the main school down the road, making it cheap, a chance, and a bit of fun all at once), and a restaurant that served a mix of thai, Chinese and Japanese food (fast-food level + a little bit...the sort of food perfect for picking up early for later consumption on sleepless nights). Best thing of all, all of those places were shut down by 9 PM, meaning after that time...there were no neighbours underneath.

The rest of the upper floor had been unused, and so the enterprising people below had turned it into a huge apartment, and called it student housing. It was massive, able to easily contain the seven people that shared the space. They could have turned it into separate apartments, but that meant more bathrooms and kitchens, which were expensive. Instead, they made sure there was a huge communal area, lots of bedrooms with smaller ensuites tucked against them, one large bathroom for those who wanted a little more relaxation, and a couple huge common rooms. LOTS of open space. Who could complain about that?

The roommates had taken advantage, and had a good movie area, a ping-pong table, a pool table...a massive loft type area, around which floated all their private rooms.

No neighbours. Open floor concept. Even skylights that let in a nice bit of natural light, all for a reasonable price so that no-one complained and the owners could keep collecting his rent money under the table.

Which was..at the moment...the problem.

Adam was standing at the counter in the eating area, bordering on the living area for the couches and TV. He was sorting through their mail, putting the various pieces into each of their boxes. Given that they were paying the rent under the table, it was always cash, and always sent to each of them individually. So, the little brown envelopes were just labelled with each of their names, and then they would slide them under the landlord's door when each of them had the time.

Except...two of them had the names of Daniella and Elizabeth...but, in addition to their name, a small red box with a single word on them. "Late." Adam took a longer look, frowning. What the hell?

There was a little more writing, in pen at the bottom of the envelop: "Better be two months rent in here this time."

They were a month late...what the hell? If the girls caused waves and the owners had to go to the cops or something to kick them out, this whole ever-so-slightly illegal mess might come crashing down. Not a huge fear but, he certainly liked the way he lived, and irritated him a little to think the girls were being sloppy about paying.

They hadn't let on about any money troubles that he remembered. Was it careless, or...did they have the money to make rent?

They were his friends from before, so it was MOSTLY with concern and worry that he held on to the two envelopes, waiting for them to get back. The others were off for various reasons, and he didn't expect them back until much later, so it was sort of on him at the moment...

 

[Kaybee]

"Uuugh..." Daniella was not so uncouth as to stretch and yawn openly on public transit but she certainly conveyed a desire to. "I just want this day to be over already."

"No luck?" Across from her was Elizabeth, feet propped up on the opposite seat and giving a sympathetic look. They'd spent the afternoon hunting for jobs downtown but this city's hiring situation was abysmal at the 'student' level, especially with Daniella's lack of experience. She was fine at managing money but after her parents cut her loose to pay her own way through university there simply wasn't enough money for her to manage. She'd been getting by on savings while she desperately tried to find a source of income but time was starting to run out. Rent was overdue, and food money was starting to dry up as well.

If she didn't get evicted in the next week or two she'd be starving by the time next month rolled around.

Elizabeth was a little better off in terms of preparedness at least, with a decent amount of volunteer experience under her belt and a summer in high school spent working at a coffee shop to prove that she knew how to work for pay, but even with those she was just as luckless as her friend when it came to finding a job here and now. Her parents weren't well off enough to keep her entirely afloat on their own, unlike Dani's, but in the end they were effectively in the same boat despite such differing circumstances.

"Half the time they won't even let me leave a resume." Dani growled and Liz winced, hissing in sympathy. "Ouch... Most of the places I went at least let me leave them a CV, even if they said they weren't hiring."

"You know those fuckers probably shredded them after you left right?"

"Hey now..."

Dani just fixed her with a skeptical look and Elizabeth yielded. "Okay yeah... Probably."

The rest of the journey passed in sullen silence until the bus pulled up at their stop. It was a quick trot back to the house from there at least, easing the soreness in their feet from so much walking in an afternoon. "I'm just going to walk in, brew a pot of tea, and curl up with a book until I feel better." Elizabeth announced as they tromped up the steps. Fall was starting to turn to winter, and while rain and snow hadn't really begun, there was a definite nip in the air and the occasional gusting wind cut right through the girls' coats. "You?"

"Destress with PUBG and hot chocolate." A quiet nod as Dani pushed past to open the door and began to kick off her shoes. Liz stepped in after, closing the door behind her. "Hello?"

 

[Fun_and_Games]

There was a soft set of lights on in the apartment, just enough to make a nice glow in the kitchen while leaving the rest in the shadow of late evening, heading into evening. Not quite supper hour, but getting close. Adam was leaning against the counter still, nursing at a beer from the Crowdkiller microbrewery, the IPA made there a favorite of his and Mia, who kept them around all the time. He heard the girls coming in, an called back, "In here..." Trailing off, not really looking forward to this. But he had to know how bad it was.

When they came into sight, he couldn't help but think they looked tired...some long day was behind them, to be sure. He nodded at them both. "Hey there."

A pause, then a sip of beer. He shuffled the two envelopes down the counter at them, showing them the "Month late" and threat that there had better be TWO months rent in a couple days, much less the one that most of them couldn't afford without thinking. (Except, well...Jim, but Jim was Jim.)

He met Liz's eyes, then Daniella's. "Something you want to tell me, ladies? Because...this looks really bad. Are you two in this much trouble? You know Paul..." Their landlord. "...he's dodging the law, and he's a prick. Not sure what he'll do if we aren't making the rent, but I'm not in the mood to find out. What's going on??"

 

[Kaybee]

That pulled them up short, a crappy finish to an already-crappy day. Daniella looked mutinous while Elizabeth contrived to look meekly guilty, something of an odd tableau considering the latter was a half head taller than the former.

After a minute of wrestling with herself however, Daniella yanked out a chair and sat down. "We've been job hunting but... Not much in the way of hiring going on." Elizabeth remained standing, albeit meekly as she explained. "We've been trying to months." Dani followed angrily, letting a little of her ire into the words. "My family cut me off at the start of the year, and now I'm running out of savings."

"My family just doesn't have the money to begin with. They help pay my tuition but I handle all this-" Elizabeth waved, indicating the house "-myself for the most part..." Dani stewed quietly in her seat while Liz pulled out a chair in the silence that followed her conclusion. They didn't want to cause trouble, but they both liked living here.

 

[Fun_and_Games]

Adam nodded, feeling real sympathy for the two girls. "Damn, that...sucks." He paced across to the fridge, glancing back at them. "Beer? Wine? Something a little harder?" They had a well socked liquor fridge for the inevitable party that they never seemed to throw. "This kind of day calls for one of them."

He busied himself with coming back with whatever they wanted, sliding them across the counter toward them. "Wish you had said something. Possible one of us could have figured out a job...though, well, maybe not." He exhaled hard. "Alright, maybe not. Jobs are tough all over. I know the theatre can't even manage to keep all the hands we want on full-time, and our sets are all half recycled these days."

He wasn't thinking carefully enough, and started to muse on his half-beer drank mind, "I guess we could just float...." But, he cut himself off. Right. He recalled previous conversations about buying concert tickets for each other in the past. Jim was violently against giving away money by some sort of principle, and he recalled neither of the girls reacting all that well to the idea of being 'kept' by someone else. "...or, not."

He took another long swig of his beer. Not exactly the thing to help think through a situation. "Not sure what to say. But there has to be...a way. I'll bet you two have already been around the wagon on this, huh?" He was probably just making their day longer by dragging it out.

So instead...commiseration might be the only angle. "Want to crash here? Have a couple beers? I'll listen to the tale of woe, if you want to vent."

 

[Kaybee]

"I'll pass." Dani grumbled. "Wine please." Liz added weakly. "We've been at this for months, I like to think if there was a job I'd have found it by now..." She sipped at the wine tentatively, flinching as Danielle gave her a gimlet look.

Fortunately she was spared whatever quiet reprimand the redhead had brewing as Adam managed to draw attention in her place. He may not have finished the thought, but it had formed enough for them both to know what he was suggesting. "No. If I'm going to have something I'll work for it. That's what my parents want after all." Her voice was bitter, though it was only half aimed at him.

A long moment of silence passed, then Dani finally stood up, shoving her chair back. "Nuts to this, I'm going to have a bath. We can talk it over in the morning okay?" Then she was gone, ignoring whatever else Adam might have had to say. She was done with this, done with this day, done with this situation, she just wanted to relax for a bit, needed to unwind, and unlike Elizabeth she wasn't too fond of drinking.

In the silent aftermath of her departure, Elizabeth sneezed lightly, then took another sip before finally finding her words, the alcohol helping to loosen her tongue a little.

"Sure... Though it's not much of a story..."

So she began to talk, elaborating on the situation, her parents, her long and steadily more desperate search for a job, and finally, today, near the end of her rope...

 

[Fun_and_Games]

Dani was pissed, and Adam wasn't blind or anything. And he really did care about her. He let her go, saying nothing else...hoping she was going to figure out a way past this. Maybe, he'd touch base with her again in the morning. Maybe they would get an idea tonight, and it would work for Dani tomorrow. Who knew?

Once Dani was off and safely ensconced in the bath, Adam had finished had finished pouring a tall flute of wine for Liz. He had poured himself a glass as well...and that was always good, mixing and everything, right? He ignored the part of him that might offer a warning, and got back to the situation at hand.

Carrying the bottle of wine, he canted his head toward the living room, "Get comfortable?" He wandered over and flopped onto the couch, clinking the wine bottle into the center for them both to refill as they wished.

He listened, commiserating the whole way, making the appropriate sounds of groaning and sympathy...and as she had said, he was saddened at how little he saw as a way through it all. I mean...he couldn't just drop a job in their laps. He grimaced, not wanting to make it worse, but... "Even if you got a job, two months rent...they aren't going to front you that much money. You need a job that pays immediately, or win a lottery or something..."

By now, he was draining the last of the wine into his glass, swirling it around. He happened realize he was looking at Liz through the glass. It cast her in a different light...not necessary more sexy or anything, but the different perspective played the right tune in his semi-drunk mind. The right state where he could feel his "lower" self stiffen as he considered her laying there on the couch, not at all impaired, while his judgement was someone...less in the proper state.

He moved the glass away, considering Liz more directly. His considering eyes centered on her lips...soft, a little wet from the wine.

"You could...work for me." He knew it might come off sounding like he meant 'maid work' or something, and the idea of doing laundry or dusting in the only space he owned directly, like his room for hundreds of dollars would sound like charity of a different kind. He probably just have shut up, but instead...he clarified. "What if...you slowly pulled up your shirt. Maybe...slide those pants off. Then, came over here, and...put your mouth on me....for a start."

He'd said it. No taking it back now. Pandora's box...wide the fuck open...

 

[Kaybee]

Liz felt herself stumble a little as they migrated from the table to the couch, and as she shared the tale she felt the buzz start to really hit her in earnest, lighting up her face with an alcoholic flush as the tale became a little meandering. She'd always been a chatty drunk and she had quite a bit of emotion to expel, leading her to more than a few odd tangents as she spoke.

By the time she'd finished her knees were drawn up to her chest. Laying it all out like that had been cathartic yes, but it had also been draining, not to mention it had put her position in perspective. Adam's words at the end had driven it home. She really didn't have many ways out of this, she wouldn't beg, she didn't have any work, she was out of time and resources both.

"You could...work for me." Her mouth opened immediately, ready to deny the offer only for her brain to catch up in a hurry, halting the rejection. It wasn't fair, it wasn't the sort of thing she could possibly accept money for, not that much anyways... But... Her brain caught up with Adam's words, only then realizing that he'd continued.

That... Hadn't been what she was thinking of at all...

That was...

The haze of alcohol made it hard to think, but that seemed right? Seemed more fair than maid work at least, but was she really okay with... Well... With whoring?

It was work... And she was desperate...

The flush on her cheeks wasn't entirely alcoholic any more as she gave genuine thought to it. She could buy time for herself... She could... Elizabeth chewed the inside of her lip, her eyes dipping down to where the faint bulge on his crotch was visible. She licked her lips nervously, then took a deep breath.

"Sure..."

She gave her reply, and silently prayed that he hadn't been joking.

 

[Fun_and_Games]

Adam's mouth went totally dry.

Sure. Such a simple word. Such a small, terribly significant word.

It made his manhood swell even more against his jeans, growing painfully close to simply exploding out of the confines that were nowhere near enough to hold the need that was raging around in his blood at that particular moment. Her eyes on where it was concealed, measuring him within unknown thoughts on her mind and a lick on her lips...oh, that didn't help anything at all.

He sat up a little, suddenly a little more serious. The wine wasn't put down yet, but sort of...forgotten in his hand. He met her eyes...just for a moment. Measuring her in return. Testing, trying to shine at her through his own mild haze that he was serious...that if she didn't stop calling his bluff, like...right now...it was going to stop being a bluff.

He didn't see her flinch away. Did he miss it? He was half drunk...

A swallow. Fuck it. He wanted her. She was sitting there, petite and lithe and perfect. He wanted her, and what happened if she said yes? Some hidden part of him had wanted her al the time they had known each other, from youthful infatuation through high-school hijinks through college games. Somehow, the friendship thing had just loomed so LARGE...and so what if they broke that? What happened? She didn't get thrown out. He could handle leaving this behind. Really...

Well, maybe. But he was willing to take that chance.

Adam took a calming breath, and found his best voice that sounded totally, completely in control. "Liz...take off the shirt and bra. Let me see your breasts. Then...crawl over here, and take off my pants for me. " Terms, right? Limits? Say it...say something. "Because until Two in the morning..." Yeah, about four hours away, and that should be before any of the others were back from their night-time parties or whatever. "...I've bought you."

 

[Kaybee]

He's going to back out. The silence seemed to stretch into eternity as her heart pounded in her ears, nearly drowning him out. The sudden nervousness, the tension stretching out and out and out.

But there was his crotch, tighter than it had been a moment ago. There was his own blush, matching hers as his eyes darted up and down,

He's serious...

The realization was slightly sobering, not enough to completely dismiss the drink's grip on her mind, but enough to make her sit up a little straighter, unfolding her legs bit by bit. Am I really doing this? Her fingers traced the hem of her shirt, fumbling it a little as he laid out... Terms... I'm doing this... This is happening...

She'd been interested for a long time, Adam was handsome, they'd always been sweet on each other, even if it had never quite seemed right to take their relationship beyond friendship.

But she'd always been interested all the same... Curious and frightened, but interested.

So woman up and do it already!

Her fingers curled around the hem of her shirt and she pulled, before she could lose her nerve. The fabric came up, tangling in her hair as she pulled it over her head. Then the next part, the Bra, reaching back she fumbled with the clasp behind her, unlocking it with a little *snap* as the elastic sprang out of her fingers. The sudden motion knocked the garment askew, revealing one C-cup breast, then the other as the straps slipped down to her forearms.

Liz' shoulders hunched as her arms twitched, resisting the impulse to fold them over her newly-bared chest. "Y-yes... Uh..." Bought, she was bought. "Adam..." She half rose before remembering the second half, her cheeks burning with... Embarrassment? Shame? Wine? A mix of all three really...

She crawled on the floor, crossing the space slowly, her breasts swaying as she moved. Her breath caught as she touched him, it was not much closer than she'd been before, but the intent that came with it, the bulge between his legs that seemed so much more pronounced up close, this was nothing like a casual childhood touch. Nothing like the easy contact that familiarity bred.

Elizabeth swallowed, and reached for Adam's belt, undoing it motion by motion, slipping the faux-leather out of the buckle and teasing the zipper down, licking her lips unconsciously as she felt the tension in the metal teeth, the shape of his cock, his cock, becoming visible as the organ in question was given more and more room to grow. She looked up to him, seeking approval, or further instruction, but her fingers were already at the waistband of his boxers...

 

[Fun_and_Games]

He followed her motions with knife-edge tension, not quite believing...until the shirt was whisked away, her hair spilling away having been caught up to fall fetching around her shoulders again. Then each breast...one, into view, then the other.

But her crawling. Oh, he had done so to see if she was willing to push herself a little. Half expected her to set her own limits...'I'll suck you off, but I won't do that, Adam.' But, no. She slipped to the ground, and approached. The lean lines of her body were inspiring, but the way her gorgeous breasts hung and swayed with each extension of her hands...

Glorious.

She was climbing his legs, and those sweet breasts pressed into his legs, momentarily out of view. But she started to unpack his straining cock, each motion both relenting on the pressure while building even more, her breath coming closer each moment to being directly upon him. She had yet to put any of her skin onto his skin, and he was eager for precisely that. Her fingers were toying at his waistband...

Reaching down, Adam kept it going. She had said it. Yes, Adam. He'd said he had bought her, and she's said yes. Then...CRAWLED.

He reached down, and pushed most of his weight off the couch. To her, he said, "Pull it all off. Pants...underwear...all of it. I want you to see me, Liz." No shame. Alright, he wasn't a porn-star or anything, but he had long ago realized his place in the world. When she would sweep him down, she would find well muscled legs that came from his days spent on his feed and his games of squash and tennis. She would find a nicely man-scaped shape of hair, not shorn clean but with all the hair cleaned off his shaft and balls below so she could use her mouth without having to deal with hairs like that, though enough above to be an accent and mark him a man. His shaft itself not about to win awards, but swelling into a healthy size that had made enough women gasp with pleasure that his ego was plenty satisfied and secure.

He kept his weight suspended until she had taken the clothing free...

But he needed something before asking for her mouth. The way her breasts had floated beneath her body as she crawled was still burning his blood like nothing else. So, as her eyes returned up toward his, and she cast his clothing aside and started to come back up toward him, he leaned forward...and said, "Kneel up higher, Liz."

Mouth dry again, not quite believing he was going to do this, but...NEEDING it. Watching her rise. "Lean in, Liz. Closer."

Then, he reached down, and scooped her breasts into his hands. Warm and soft, he cupped them deeply...an almost pained exhale slipped free. He drew her forward, and kept looking in her eyes as he pushed her breasts together and captured his hot, already throbbing cock between them.

Once there, he groaned, the warmth of them a blessing. His hands massaged into her sweet mounds, his thumbs curling in to rub over her nipples and circle them...spiraling...teasing her as he slowly stroked his cock with her breasts. It was exactly what he needed...

And yet, also, daring her to pull away. A blowjob? Oh, women had done so for men how often? A thing that happened, and could be forgotten. But this?

He had seen the flush of embarrassment as she had crawled, performing an erotic task she might not have done had she not been paid to do it. He was taking it to the next level. Meeting her eyes, and making it that much clearer, this close up. I've bought you, Liz. Anything I want. And right now, I wanted my cock nestled between your breasts.

Stroking her up and down along him a couple more times, he spoke with thick lust behind his tone, "Take over. Use yours hands...stroke me a few more times to tease me...then, let me feel your mouth on me, Liz. Your tongue. Your lips. All of it."

 

[Kaybee]

This was a job... She was being paid, two months rent... Those alone wouldn't have been enough, but Adam was someone she knew, a friend, an employer now, and he wasn't at all hard on the eyes either.

Justifications and attraction mingled, adding a dose of confusion to the buzz of alcohol. She focused on the job, the duty she had to fulfill her end of their bargain. Her father would almost certainly have had an apoplexy knowing his advice on responsibility was being put to use like this, but she stifled the laugh as Adam's voice caught her attention once more.

Professional face now... She pointedly ignored the incongruity of that thought as she peeled back his pants and boxers, cotton following denim as his cock sprang free, thick and hard, not massive, but a far cry from anything that could be called 'small'.

Lean in... It came unexpectedly but she complied after an instant's hesitation, her breath catching as his hands cupped her breasts, kneading, teasing. Her nipples were already hard from the cool air and a gasp escaped her lips as his thumbs flicked over them, squirming as she felt his cock press against her stomach, hot and hard and eager. Then lower, sinking down a little as he guided her, flushing as he cupping his shaft with her chest. She swallowed, not quite managing to meet his eyes as he moved her against him, face burning.

Neither of them were pornstars, but this was certainly a pornographic scenario...

She shivered at the tone, heavy and husky, speaking of want in every syllable. She nodded, swallowing again, licking her lips as she let her hands take up the task. She pressed her breasts a little more closely around him, working in strokes as smooth as she could manage. A few more, a few more, a handful of strokes became a rhythm, until it was easier to just duck her head and trace her tongue over the tip of his cock as she worked, twisting her neck as best she could to capture the full head of his cock between her lips while her breasts worked the base of his shaft, the tips of his pubic hairs tickling the soft swell of her chest.

"Mhn..." The sound slipped out, a soft moan, muffled by his manhood. She flushed and pulled back, switching to her tongue, trying to mix it up by takign long licks of him from base to tip, then by taking him into her mouth again, going deeper than before as her tongue squirmed -when she coudl remember to keep moving it anyways- against the underside of his shaft. Then back again to swirl her tongue around the tip of his length, testing to see what he liked... One perverted act at a time.

 

[Fun_and_Games]

Somehow, he world had tipped on its side, and now Adam was watching as Liz took over willingly and stroked her breasts up and down his heated length in a show of acceptance. His heart beat undeniably faster as her flesh glided up and down, trapping him in heat of a sensual breast massage...a vision he would never forget, as much as he might have promised to try. Then, she ducked her head and slid cock into her mouth for the first time.

His head fell back against the couch with a prolonged groan. By all the sweet mercy in the world, that's amazing... Was it partly the build-up of a decade and more thinking about it? Was it partly the risqué idea that she was doing this for money on his orders? Maybe, but...there was no denying her mouth was wet velvet. For just a moment, he closed his eyes and just FELT as she dropped down and sucked at his tip...

Then, he could stand it no more, maybe his mind needing to prove this was still Liz at work. His head came forward in time to see her tongue gliding down and up his shaft. If she was exploring, he was not above being a willing and responsive terrain. Some of his likes were similar to others. She got a very positive response as she drew her flat tongue along the underside of his cock, the most sensitive flesh there responding just as perfectly as with others. Then perhaps, other things less so; he gasped most delightfully once when her teeth happened to graze the ridges at the base of his glans, giving her an idea of how to tease him if she wished. She would find scraping her teeth in the lightest of ways or mock-bites that never quite closed got his pulse racing, his hand flowing into her hair.

A throbbing pulse ran up his length, and a small spurt of pre-cum splashed onto her tongue. The shiver that accompanied it ran up Adam's spine, and he found his voice again. He needed more. Not just want anymore. Need. "Deeper, Liz. Show me...show me how far you can go. I want to feel your mouth all around me."

 

[Kaybee]

Elizabeth's eyes widened for a moment as he pulsed between her lips, suddenly depositing a taste, sweet, bitter, and faintly salty on her tongue. She pulled back a little, giving herself room to swallow the sticky drop, it wasn't completely unpalatable, but she didn't see any reason to let it hang around. She'd probably get a lot more soon anyways. A thought that made her shiver a little...

"Mm." A monosyllabic agreement, even though she wasn't immediately sure how to comply. The head of his cock had already been tickling at her gag reflex, any deeper would have been down her throat, something she'd never done before. She had to try though, it was part of the job, am I making excuses for myself? She knew that money alone wouldn't have been enough, but was she trying to pretend she wasn't enjoying this?

Didn't know, don't know, too hard to think through the alcohol buzzing in her mind and the warm tendrils of arousal coiling in her gut. Liz took a deep breath and slid her lips downwards until she felt that bulbous head of his shaft press against the entrance to her throat. Immediately her gag reflex rebelled against the contact and she pulled back a moment to let it settle. Need to push past... Swallow? Push and swallow? A breath through her nose, then she bent again. The motion didn't come naturally and she was forced to back off again, a little wet *glurk* as her throat spasmed and she fought to keep her body in check. Once more...

Down, down, she felt her gag reflex start up and she pushed, swallowing at the same time. The tension in her neck muscles made her throat seize tightly around the intrusion as the thick head suddenly slid that extra inch into her. It ached as it stretched a little to accommodate the intrusion and the shock of pain stopped her dead. She gagged again, pulled back, popping him out of her throat and out of her mouth entirely, shimmering strands of saliva connecting lips and shaft before a cough shook them free. "S-sorry... Never did that before, almost... Almost got it..."

 

[Fun_and_Games]

The wet *glurk* sound combined with the drawn-out *thllock* of his cock breaking suction as Liz heaved herself off and took her recovering breaths was perhaps the sexiest sounds he had ever heard.

That was, until her gasping promise that 'she almost had it...'

Smoke filled his brain from the fiery lust that kindled. She was struggling, erotically determined to do this, and yet...submissive to his requirements. He was struggling because she was trying to obey him.

He felt so ready to explode, and it took every ounce of self-control he had not to burst right there over her face as she coughed, the strands of spit an precum mingled trying to hang between her lips...

His voice made rugged from desire choking his good sense and less selfish side, Adam gave her the wickest encouragement he could think of, while amping up the reminder of what was at stake. "Take it all, Liz. You know you can. Swallow my cock until you nose touches my stomach, and earn that rent. That's what you are...what you are doing. Right now, you are a bought-and-paid-for whore."

His hand went into her hair...and embracing his own role of the alpha male intent on getting his money's worth, dragged her back toward his shaft, cutting short her break.

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Mia was not quite sure she believed what she was seeing and hearing.

Her room was the one with a fire escape under the window. She didn't come in that way to sneak up on people, and the others wouldn't care less when she came home. No one was going to be leveling accusations at her like a stern Dad or anything. But, it was privacy, her hidden entrance...she used it because it suited her to use it.

Now, she had slipped out of her room up on the second floor of their tall loft. Half the bedrooms and the main bathroom were up there, looking off the balcony down into the central loft area, giving her a vantage over the whole living area and kitchen.

She had come out intending to announce her arrival...but all the lights were down except for a couple lamps i the living area. And...and...

This was...insane! Saying this was for rent...was this a kinky game? A role play?

What was even crazier...she had heard Liz choking on his cock...she was doing it! Submitting to him like...well, like a whore!

Both aghast and yet...ok, aroused because as much as she preferred women, this was hot...

She sank down on the balcony, watching in spite of herself, idly stroking her core through her oh-so-thin yoga pants...

 

[Kaybee]

Elizabeth had almost entirely forgotten the semi-public surroundings in her focus on her 'work', and even if she'd had the attention to spare to listen for the presence of her housemates, the already-considerable distraction was redoubled by Adam's sudden aggression. She moved with him rather than try to resist, hoping that her earlier promise wouldn't be proven false by poor chance or fortune.

Whetted with pre, her lips now slid smoothly down his shaft, her tongue momentarily teasing the underside of his cockhead before it slid too deep. Press, swallow, she focused everything on relaxing her throat, and while the success was only partial as pain still tore at her concentration, it was enough to avoid the constricting gag that had stalled her last attempt. Deeper... Her lungs were already complaining as air was cut off, her throat ached again as it was stretched further, the tickling sense of her gag reflex, barely suppressed, kept her mind constantly turning.

Elizabeth's nose touched Adam's pubic bone, the desperate convulsive swallows as she fought her own body to keep him inside her massaging his shaft until finally she had to back off, her vision swimming with tears as her head came back up, regurgitating the inches of slick flesh with a wet and gasping sound.

She coughed, once, twice, panting for breath. The sheen of spit and precum decorated her chin as well now, she raised a hand to wipe it off only to halt as she realized that maybe she shouldn't, and glanced to Adam for approval, or instructions...

 

[Fun_and_Games]

Adam released a pure, unrestrained groan as Liz succeeded, her nose brushing along his skin...then stayed there, milking his shaft with her tight throat. He felt himself tightening...simmering right on the edge...only for her to withdraw, coughing and gasping and panting. It was the most glorious tease in the history of sex, unplanned and even more erotically charged for that fact. He was near out of his mind with lust as he stared down at her between his knees, a mess on her chin which she almost wiped off...then, looked up at him plaintively, asking...

Permission. He growled back at her, "No. I want you messy. Damn, Liz, I am gonna..." Images came to him. He was a raging mess inside himself, conflicted with a dozen different desires, the stewing orgasm in his balls twisting his mind around into loops. She looks so fucking perfect, staring up at me like that from her knees... A previous vision, of her breasts hugging his shaft came to him, and he choked back the strangest thought of all, that this night was going to provide too MANY unforgettable visions.

He was wearing too much as well, on his torso. He had been dressed for the chance of a cool fall day, and so he had a layered look on...a light sweat shirt with a long sleeved pullover shirt underneath. That heat might be one reason he had managed to hold off...on was constricting him. Whatever...right now, he had an idea. An idea that was...well, it was only something he would dare do with a woman who owed him. Not the sort of thing you could think to do with a girlfriend, at least...not without a lot of time together.

At the center of the living area was a large ottoman. Really, it was a table with some upholstery on it, padded a little so everyone around the ring of sofas could kick your feet up without using up valuable couch space, all of which was critical when you had 7 roommates.

That gave him the guts of the idea. With one rushed gesture, he stripped off his two shirts, rendering himself now completely naked. Not the sort to preen, even though he had nothing to be embarrassed about with his well toned chest, he leaned down and took another hold of Liz's hair. "Gotta trust me now, Liz. Cause I bought you, and I don't break the valuable things I've spent money on." It was all the warning he was going to give her.

With commanding hands, he guided her around and spun her onto her back, laying across the over-sized, fabric covered ottoman so that her head was right at the edge. The edge was padded, so as he hung her head on the end, her hair would be able to drape off, and her neck would be cushioned by that rounded edge covered in fabric and padding.

He was not quite sure how this was going to work, but he grabbed his long-sleeved shirt and tied a quick knot around her right hand. He wasn't sure how well it would hold...best bet, with a little twisting and effort, she would be able to get free. It wasn't exactly precise. But...hopefully enough to give a little resistance if she tugged on it, and hold...well, as long as he hoped it would. Because, then, he stretched out her arm and tied the other arm of the shirt to the leg of the ottoman. He then replicated the same thing with her left side, using his light sweat-shirt as the 'rope'...

The result of it was to have her arms stretched to the side, spread-eagled...and her head available right at the edge.

And...the added, so BEAUTIFUL benefit...her breasts we presented upward now, peaked mounds rising and falling with her every breath.

He reached out and ran his hands over them...warming them with his palms...then sweeping his fingers in to capture her nipples in his forefinger and thumb, pincering them both and then ROLLING them in a firm little squeezing pinch meant to make her gasp.

His hungry look was not compromising now, having her laid out like this. His cock was twitching in a state of near madness, certain not to last long...but he was clearly going to plunge it deeply into her mouth while he stroked her body above. "I'm going to make you SO messy, you beautiful whore."

 

[Kaybee]

Liz felt a bizarre pang of regret at the creases the garment would develop as the shirt was tied around her wrist, a little too tight to be comfortable, but loose enough not to be painful. Then the other hand was bound, and she felt her heartbeat quickening as his cock bobbed in front of her face, her eyes crossing slightly as it dipped closer.

Trust... Trust him... The hands roamed over her and her lips parted in a moan as he took to toying with her breasts again. She could feel the unnatural coolness on her thighs, telling of the arousal leaking out of her. Her breath was coming faster and she forced herself to slow down as he loomed above her, she swallowed, catching herself, and then opened her mouth, obediently waiting for him.

It was obvious what he intended, and with her hands tied, all she could do was take it.

It was a thought that frightened her, but also, somewhere deep down, stirred a redoubled excitement in her...