<p>&ldquo;Woah, what the fuck, dude?&rdquo; Rachel stood in the doorway to her room, towel-drying her hair and unable to believe what she saw. Her roommate's<br />my boyfriend was reclining on her bed, pants around his ankles, rubbing his cock.</p>
<p>&ldquo;Uh, do you mind?&rdquo; Norm responded shamelessly, without stopping. &ldquo;I'm mid-stroke, here.&rdquo;</p>
<p>&ldquo;Do I mind?&rdquo; She sputtered, genuinely at a loss for words. &ldquo;Are those my fucking underwear?&rdquo;</p>
<p>&ldquo;Yeah,&rdquo; he moaned, holding them to his nose and inhaling deeply. &ldquo;They smell great.&rdquo;</p>
<p>&ldquo;What the fuck are you doing here? Where&rsquo;s Laurel?&rdquo;</p>
<p>&ldquo;She picked up a shift at the bar. Left me here high and horny, so I figured I'd squeeze one out.&rdquo;</p>
<p>&ldquo;Pm not asking why you're here in the apartment,&rdquo; she said through gritted teeth. &ldquo;You're always fucking here. I mean, why the fuck are you jerking<br />off in my room?"</p>
<p>&ldquo;Duh, that&rsquo;s where your dirty laundry is. Hey, can you stop swearing so much? It&rsquo;s a real turn-off.&rdquo;</p>
<p>&ldquo;For fuck&rsquo;s sake, Norm!&rdquo; She threw her hair towed on the floor and stomped her foot. &ldquo;I told Laurel you were a loser, but this is a new low.&rdquo;</p>
<p>&ldquo;I wouldn't say new.&rdquo; he chuckled, oblivious to her anger. &ldquo;I do this all the time! It&rsquo;s just that, usually, I finish before you get out of the shower.&rdquo;</p>
<p>&ldquo;Will you fucking stop rubbing yourself in front of me?&rdquo;</p>
<p>&ldquo;Can't do it, man.&rdquo; He took another whiff and sighed. &ldquo;Sorry you had to see this, but I'm building up to a monster climax. If you just leave for a few<br />minutes, I can finish and get out of your way.&rdquo;</p>
<p>&ldquo;You're not &lsquo;in my way?!&rsquo; You're jerking off in my fucking bed!&rdquo;</p>
<p>&ldquo;Don't be dramatic, I&rsquo;m not in your bed, I&rsquo;m on your bed.&rdquo;</p>
<p>&ldquo;Wait, is this why all my goddamn underwear keep disappearing? You&rsquo;ve been taking them to jerk off with?&rdquo;</p>
<p>&ldquo;Oh yeah, your panties smell unreal. That scent gets me so hard. And when I put them around my cock like this?" He sighed as he wrapped the satin<br />fabric around his head and continued stroking. &ldquo;It feels amazing, especially the silky ones.&rdquo;</p>
<p>&ldquo;Fucking gross! And why mine? You're dating Laurel, use hers!&rdquo;</p>
<p>&ldquo;Nah, hers are all cheap cotton. The elastic chafes. Plus, they don&rsquo;t smell as good as yours.&rdquo;</p>
<p>&ldquo;Stop fucking talking about how good I smeil!&rdquo;</p>
<p>&ldquo;Jeez, learn to take a compliment.&rdquo;</p>
<p>&ldquo;Is that why you steal them? Do you keep them stashed away somewhere to sniff?&rdquo;</p>
<p>&ldquo;Nah, I just throw them out.&rdquo;</p>
<p>&ldquo;You... You fucking what?&rdquo;</p>
<p>&ldquo;After I cum in your panties, I toss 'em.&rdquo; He sighed, switched hands, and kept stroking. &ldquo;I mean, I thought about putting them back in your laundry<br />basket, but I figured you&rsquo;d notice the spunk, get pissed, and start yelling at me, like you are now. Seemed easier for everyone to just put your panties<br />in the garbage.&rdquo;</p>
<p>&ldquo;Okay, first, stop saying that fucking word.&rdquo;</p>
<p>&ldquo;What, panties?&rdquo;</p>
<p>&ldquo;Yes,&rdquo; she shuddered. &ldquo;I hate it And second, those underwear cost money!&rdquo;</p>
<p>&ldquo;Eh, you can afford it. You got that hot-shot advertising job.&rdquo;</p>
<p>&ldquo;Pm a part-time intern!&rdquo;</p>
<p>&ldquo;Same diff.&rdquo; He shrugged. &ldquo;But fine, I guess now that you know, in the future I can just put them back in the dirty laundry when I&rsquo;m done.&rdquo;</p>
<p>&ldquo;You're missing the goddamn point here, Norm!&rdquo;</p>
<p>&ldquo;Well, maybe you can explain it later? You're kinda killing my bones.&rdquo;</p>
<p>&ldquo;Pm killing your boner? Are you fucking serious?&rdquo;</p>
<p>&ldquo;Yeah. Can you step out and give me, like, fifteen minutes, tops?&rdquo;</p>
<p>&ldquo;Fifteen...!" Rachel took a deep breath before she did something she&rsquo;d have a hard time explaining.</p>
<p>This fucking guy was unbelievable. He was always here, eating all their food, smoking all their weed, and scratching himself on the couch. She<br />couldn't understand what Laure saw in him. Well, no. Clearly, what she saw in him was surprisingly girthy and currently wrapped in Rache&rsquo;s favorite<br />black satin hipsters.</p>
<p>What made things worse was the increasingly hard-to-deny undercurrent of arousal beneath her anger. Her heart was pounding, and she was<br />undeniably livid, but some part of her limbic system was responding inappropriately to the intensity of the situation. She crossed her arms over the<br />thin fabric of her nightshirt, not wanting him to see how hard her nipples had become.</p>
<p>This was so stupid. She hated him and the fact that he genuinely seemed not to understand why she&rsquo;d be upset. How could he not get that what he<br />was doing was a violation? She wanted to scream and throw things at him. He looked at her with that dumb expression, as if she&lsquo;d somehow intruded<br />on him. Asking her to step out? Outrageous! She wanted to shut him up. She wanted to cover his mouth until he couldn't breathe, to see his eyes<br />widen in alarm.</p>
<p>She wanted to smother him.</p>
<p>Huh.</p>
<p>She had an idea.</p>
<p>&ldquo;Norm, how many pairs of my underwear have you thrown out over the two years you and Laurel have been dating?&rdquo;</p>
<p>&ldquo;Jeez, can this really not wait? I guess like twenty or twenty-five?&rdquo;</p>
<p>&ldquo;Twenty-fucking-five?&rdquo; The number was shockingly high. That meant twenty-five times, he&rsquo;d snuck into her room. Twenty-five times, he jerked off with<br />her underwear. Twenty-five times, he threw them out.</p>
<p>&ldquo;Give or take,&rdquo; he shrugged.</p>
<p>Her cheeks burned with humiliation. She'd noticed, of course, but it had happened slowly enough, she'd chalked it up to the landlord&rsquo;s cheap laundry<br />machines eating them. Just one of those things, like how socks disappear.</p>
<p>&ldquo;Fucking hell,&rdquo; she frowned, doing the math, &ldquo;that&rsquo;s, like, five hundred bucks.&rdquo;</p>
<p>&ldquo;Woah, panties are expensive!&rdquo; He chortled. &ldquo;I can get a six-pack of boxers for twenty!&rdquo;</p>
<p>&ldquo;Yeah, they're not cheap!" She laughed mirthlessly. &ldquo;Especially because there&rsquo;s only one brand that fits my hips right&rdquo;</p>
<p>&ldquo;That sucks, man.&rdquo; He was clearly losing interest, and hoping she'd leave.</p>
<p>&ldquo;Yes, it does.&rdquo; She waited for a beat. &ldquo;So, how are you gonna pay me back?&rdquo;</p>
<p>&ldquo;Huh?&rdquo;</p>
<p>&ldquo;Twenty-five pairs of underwear. Twenty bucks each. That's five hundred dollars you own me, asshole.&rdquo;<br />&ldquo;Woah, I mean, let&rsquo;s not..&rdquo; His hand paused on his cock. &ldquo;I mean, that was just an estimate, it's probably less, and, uh, I don&rsquo;t have much cash flow<br />right now...&rdquo;</p>
<p>&ldquo;Because you're a loser with no job who hangs out here all day?&rdquo;</p>
<p>&ldquo;It's not my fault! The economy&rsquo;s terrible, and no one's...&rdquo; He laughed. &ldquo;Oh! You're joking! Man, you had me going there, Rachel. Five hundred bucks!<br />You&rsquo;re funny.&rdquo; He raised her underwear to his face again and inhaled deeply.</p>
<p>&ldquo;Well, since you don&rsquo;t have any money to pay me back with...&rdquo; She abruptly pulled her shirt off over her head and stood before him, fully nude.</p>
<p>&ldquo;Hey, I appreciate the thought,&rdquo; he frowned, &ldquo;but I don&rsquo;t really need any help? I was already on my way to a killer orgasm before you came in. And not<br />to be rude, but you&rsquo;re not exactly my type.&rdquo;</p>
<p>&ldquo;Not your type? You&rsquo;re literally huffing my underwear!&rdquo;</p>
<p>&ldquo;Nothing personal,&rdquo; he shrugged. &ldquo;Your tits are okay, and I guess I wouldn't mind looking at them while I jerk off, but that full bush you&rsquo;re rocking is<br />Not for me.&rdquo;</p>
<p>&ldquo;Fucking... &rsquo;'m not stripping for your benefit, dumbass! You owe me a lot of goddamn money.&rdquo; She climbed onto the bed. &ldquo;And if you can't pay, you'll<br />have to work off your debt.&rdquo;</p>
<p>&ldquo;How?&rdquo; He looked genuinely confused as she moved closer.</p>
<p>&ldquo;Well, since you like smelling my underwear so much, I&rsquo;m going to sit on your face.&rdquo; With that, she grabbed the headboard and swung her leg over to<br />straddle his head.</p>
<p>&ldquo;Have you never heard of trimming...&rdquo; He started saying, but the rest was muffled as she covered his mouth.</p>
<p>&ldquo;There we go,&rdquo; she grinned, looking down at his shocked eyes. &ldquo;Finally, you stop talking!&rdquo;</p>
<p>&ldquo;Mmmph!" He shook his head and grabbed at her hips.</p>
<p>&ldquo;Shut up and eat me. The only reason Laurel keeps you around is because you make her cum. Weill, you better get me off just as good, if you're<br />gonna cover this debt.&rdquo;</p>
<p>&ldquo;Aaarrmmph!&rdquo; He slapped her ass with obvious frustration.</p>
<p>&ldquo;Oh, spicy!&rdquo; Rachel laughed and rocked in place, grinding her vulva against his closed mouth. &ldquo;I don&rsquo;t mind a spanking, but that&rsquo;s not gonna make me<br />cum. And if you don&rsquo;t get started, I&rsquo;m worried you might pass out.&rdquo;</p>
<p>&ldquo;Buhmmmph!&rdquo; He protested, brows furrowed.</p>
<p>&ldquo;Yeah, I know you use your cock to make Laurel cum,&rdquo; she nodded. &ldquo;But I'm not interested in your dick. You wanna sniff my underwear? Here you go!<br />Straight to the source! Have all you can take.&rdquo;</p>
<p>He stopped struggling. seeming to consider his position for the first time.</p>
<p>&ldquo;Come on, Norm. If you think I smell good, why don&rsquo;t you see what I taste like?&rdquo;</p>
<p>Tentatively, he parted his lips.</p>
<p>&ldquo;That's it.&rdquo; She shivered as he took his first, cautious licks, easing between her folds. &ldquo;Just like that.&rdquo;</p>
<p>He lifted his chin, exploring her with more confidence. As he spread her open, his eyes opened wide with surprise.</p>
<p>&ldquo;Oh, you taste me now, don't you?&rdquo; She laughed, giddy with the rush of power.</p>
<p>He grunted in agreement, and began licking deeper and faster.</p>
<p>&ldquo;Keep going, there&rsquo;s more cream in there.&rdquo;</p>
<p>As he licked with more enthusiasm, her arousal grew quickly.</p>
<p>&ldquo;Yeah,&rdquo; she gasped. &ldquo;Put that annoying tongue of yours to good use. Get my juices flowing.&rdquo;</p>
<p>He grabbed her hips, more confidently this time. She gasped as he pulled her closer. She'd already been inappropriately turned on, and now that<br />she'd taken charge of the situation, her libido was in overdrive.</p>
<p>&ldquo;Deeper, now, fuck me with your tongue.&rdquo;</p>
<p>She rolled her hips, grinding against his face. The sight of her wetness glistening on his nose and cheeks made her insides clench.</p>
<p>&ldquo;This is what you wanted, right? A face full of my pussy? My honey in your mouth, my scent in your nose?&rdquo;</p>
<p>His eyes rolled back in his head, and he moaned in agreement. She leaned forward, shifting the pressure, using his dumb face to stimulate herself.<br />&ldquo;Oh, fuck, it feets good when you move your head like that.&rdquo;</p>
<p>He enthusiastically shook his head from side to side, rubbing his nose against her clit. She moaned, feeling the pressure building.</p>
<p>&ldquo;Keep going, keep going, keep&mdash;ah!&mdash;going!&rdquo;</p>
<p>He made urgent little noises, staring up at her with hungry eyes. She groaned and bucked her hips against his face. He bet go of her hip and she felt a<br />rhythmic movement behind her.</p>
<p>&ldquo;Are you touching yourself again, you&mdash;uh&mdash;little creep? Can't even keep your hand off your&mdash;ah!&mdash;dick when you&rsquo;ve got a mouthful of pussy. Well,<br />remember you&mdash;oh!&mdash;got a job to do. Don&rsquo;t&mdash;ah!&mdash;lose focus. I&rsquo;m getting close!&rdquo;</p>
<p>She&rsquo;d never spoken like this before. Never demanded what she needed. It made her feel powerful. The words poured out of her.</p>
<p>&ldquo;This is all you're fucking good for. You&rsquo;re gonna work off&mdash;ah&mdash;what you owe me. I'm gonna ride your face&mdash;oh!&mdash;and drown you in my cum every<br />night. You&rsquo;re mine now, asshole. And if Laurel&mdash;ah!&mdash;doesn't like it, that&rsquo;s too fucking bad!&rdquo;</p>
<p>She gripped the headboard tighter. Guys had gone down on her before, but she&rsquo;d never really allowed herself to enjoy it. She was always holding<br />back, afraid of overdoing it somehow. Now, she didn&rsquo;t care.</p>
<p>&ldquo;Faster... Fucking&mdash;ah!&mdash;faster! I'm gonna flood your fucking mouth.&rdquo;</p>
<p>She ruthlessly fucked herself against his face, unconcerned with whether he could breathe, of even if she hurt him. This was about her needs now.<br />&ldquo;Oh fuck, here I cum.&rdquo; she moaned. &ldquo;Open wide, swallow what I give you.&rdquo;</p>
<p>She squealed as her insides clenched rapidly in a sudden and overwhelming release. He sputtered and choked as she gushed in his mouth. Ignoring<br />his reaction, she continued to rub her sensitive pussy against his tongue and mouth and nose. Wave after wave of pleasure rolled through her<br />system, leaving her breathless.</p>
<p>Suddenly, he tensed, and his eyes rolled back in his head. Something hot and wet splattered against her lower back.</p>
<p>&ldquo;Gross, you just came all over my ass, you creep!&rdquo;</p>
<p>He could only moan in response, eyes still rolled back with pleasure. Even through his orgasm, he never stopped working his tongue between her<br />lips, lapping up her juices. Her annoyance receded as her arousal began to climb again. Now that she was on the plateau, it wouldn't take much...<br />&ldquo;That was a good start&rdquo; She looked down at him and growled. &ldquo;Maybe worth ten bucks off your debt&rdquo;</p>
<p>He tried to protest, but she ground her pelvis tightly against his mouth to drown him out.</p>
<p>&ldquo;Shut up. Keep going, I want to see if I can do it agai&mdash;&rdquo;</p>
<p>The bedroom door opened. They'd been too distracted, and hadn't heard Laure] come home.</p>
<p>&ldquo;Rachel, have you seen...&rdquo; She stopped abruptly and squealed in shock. &ldquo;What the fuck? Why are you...? Is that cum? What the fuck, you guys!&rdquo;<br />He looked up at her with panic in his eyes. She didn&rsquo;t move. He tried to say something, squirming below her, but she kept him pinned.</p>
<p>&ldquo;Hey, Laurel!&rdquo; She called cheerity over her shoulder. &ldquo;Sit down, I have to tell you what your loser boyfriend has been up to, and how he&rsquo;s going to<br />make it up to me.&rdquo;</p>