Erin Pays the Rent Pt. 06

Erin kicked off her flats, then shrugged out of her leather jacket and let it fall to the floor. She went into her bathroom grabbed several tissues, and turned on all the lights to see what was shat. With her feet spaced well apart and the front of her skirt pulled up, she took a look at the insides of her thighs to gauge the extent of the leakage. There was quite a bit, with several shiny slime trails running almost to her knees. She hoped that this part of her overall disheveled appearance had not been noticed by Darrell.

With the tissues, she wiped away the sticky residue as much as she could, then followed up with a damp cloth. Once she was satisfied that the errant sperm was gone, she carefully removed her skirt and then slowly slid down her panties. The crotch was soaked, but there did not seem to be any puddle of semen that was at risk of spilling. She resolved to carefully rinse out her panties right then and there. These were some of her favorites, and she did not want them ruined with cum stains.

Once she had thoroughly rinsed the underwear and hung it up on the shower rod, it occurred to Erin that she badly needed to pee. It had been several hours since she had last done it, and getting her guts rearranged by Andy's dick had not helped either. She peeled back the tape holding her clit and scrotum, then gingerly sat down on the toilet seat. Her welts sent signals of red hot pain wherever they touched the seat. Holding her clit pointed down toward the water, Erin voided her bladder to her great relief.

Erin stopped to consider her stretched and throbbing anus. She worried that more incontinence was possible until it regained its normal muscle tone, and not just semen might leak out. She folded a tissue and gently pushed it into her butt crack where she hoped it would intercept any other unwanted emissions. Now she turned to her face. Her mascara had streaked extensively, and she scrubbed it off with a cloth. She too the barrette out of her hair and contemplated what to do next.

Erin continued to receive urgent pain signals from her nether regions. Her butthole was extremely sore after the fucking she had received, and the welts on her buttocks and thighs were burning intensely. She turned her back to the bathroom mirror and looked over her shoulder at the reflection of her behind. There was a set of angry red horizontal stripes running from the top of her butt cheeks to halfway down her thighs. She gingerly put her fingertips on one of them and found it hot to the touch.

Erin considered running some warm water in the tub for a quick sitz bath. That had helped in the past when her asshole was sore after anal sex. But then she rejected the idea--she did not think she wanted to subject her welts to warm water. To the contrary, cold seemed like a better idea, so she went into her kitchen (still naked from the waist down) and prepared a cold compress. Lying on her stomach on her bed, she applied it to the different regions where she had been whipped, and achieved a modicum of comfort.

Looking in her medicine cabinet, Erin took inventory of what she might put on her welts to calm the burning. She had a tube of hydrocortisone, but was worried about whether that was a good idea. In the end she spread a layer of body lotion that contained a generous amount of aloe vera over the region. Then she took off her top and bra, replacing them with a loose, over-sized t-shirt. She lay down in bed, once more on her tummy. She was normally a side sleeper, but she did not feel that this would work that night. She put a dish towel over her inflamed behind, then carefully covered herself with the top sheet. She left off the blanket to protect herself from too much contact between fabric and her burning ass.

Erin awoke in the early morning. She had not had a restful night. Her anus remained sore and stretched, and her whipped behind continued to register a steady, throbbing burn. The problem had been compounded in the night when, half asleep, she had rolled onto her side and her welts had rubbed against the bottom sheet. This woke her up entirely and it took her an hour to fall back into a fitful sleep.

She decided there was no point in trying any longer, and carefully climbed out of bed. Padding around in just her over-sized t-shirt, she put on a pot of coffee and got out her feminizing medications. She remembered the new bottle of estradiol from the night before, and found the plastic bag containing it by the door. She took the bottle out and added it to her collection in the cupboard. Had it been worth it? Maybe!

Erin put a soft cushion on her desk chair and sat down with her laptop. She wanted to do some research on the best methods for treating inflamed skin after corporal punishment. But first she opened up her online banking page and confirmed that she had been paid. Then she immediately did an e-transfer of her late rent payment. That was a relief!

Apart from cold compresses and lotion, both of which he had already tried, Erin could not find any other reasonable remedy, apart from avoiding sitting down. Unfortunately, she had classes that afternoon, and she could not very well just stand up during the lecture. She would need to find a way to minimize the pain.

Erin decided to take a shower and went in to start the water. She opted for a lukewarm temperature rather than her usual piping hot. Pulling off her t-shirt, she once again studied her striped behind. It seemed as if the redness was beginning to fade, but was there some bruising starting to show? She thought so. Once thing she knew for sure was that she would not be able to wear any short skirts for a week or more.

After her shower, Erin put another round of lotion on her behind and then began to workshop her outfit for the day. She needed to minimize the discomfort coming from fabric rubbing against her sore butt. Initially she experimented with granny panties and a loose pair of overalls, but she found that this combination led to way too much movement of the material against her skin. Then she tried going in the other direction. After carefully tucking and taping, she started with a thong--her only one and bright red in color--and then pulled a pair of tight bike shorts over it. This actually worked better... but she could not very well go to class in bike shorts. After looking through her wardrobe, she found a pair of looser jeans that fit over the shorts without showing their lines too obviously. It was imperfect, but it would have to do for today, when the soreness was still fresh and strong.

Erin then put on a slightly padded bra and then a black tank top. This she covered with a plaid flannel shirt which she left untucked. She thought that the shirttails would distract from any outline showing from the shorts under her jeans. She put her long hair into a casual messy bun on the back of her head, and decided this outfit would have to do. It was not up to her usual expectations, but she didn't think that she would embarrass herself. Of course, she would need to rethink her attire that evening, since she had another shift at the restaurant. She would just have to tough it out and hope that her butt survived. At least she would not be sitting on it--that job had her on her feet the whole time.

Erin grabbed her backpack and headed out of her apartment intending to catch the bus to the college. As she walked out of the main entrance, she encountered Darrell on his way into the building. It occurred to her that she was running into him quite often.

"Oh, hi Erin," he said. "I'm glad I ran into you."

"You got the rent payment, right?" she asked.

"Yes, absolutely," he replied. "Thanks for being so prompt." She raised an eyebrow by did not reply, wondering why he had been looking for her.

Darrell hesitated, then said, "I was wondering if you had some time for coffee or lunch tomorrow," he said. When she did not reply at once, he quickly added, "It's Saturday, so I guess you don't have any classes. Plus, my treat."

"Uhh, are you sure that's a good idea, Darrell?" Erin asked. "Are you supposed to socialize with your tenants?"

"There's no rule against it," he replied. "Anyway, I've been feeling bad about the other day..." He began to lose momentum, seemingly finding it hard to articulate his point. Erin did not try to help him out, instead simply standing and waiting.

Finally, Darrell continued. "I know I took advantage of you when you were vulnerable, and I feel pretty guilty now," he said. This surprised Erin. It showed a level of self awareness she had not thought Darrell was capable of. It also occurred to her that she was still quite short of funds, so maybe having him buy her lunch was not such a bad idea.

"OK," she said. "Let's do lunch tomorrow. Where should we meet?"

"I'll knock on your door at about 11:45," he said, seeming visibly less burdened than he had a few moments before.

"Great, see you then Darrell," she said, smiling just a little at him. Then she sauntered to the bus stop, not looking around to see whether he was watching her.

When the bus arrived, Erin boarded and found an empty row. She sat down very carefully, but still had to bite her lip a bit when she put her full weight on the seat. Then she quickly looked around to check whether anyone had noticed the careful way she had taken her seat. It didn't seem like it.

As the bus started moving, Erin reflected on the events of the night before. It had been quite a shit show, and she was not proud of what she had allowed Andy to do to her. Nevertheless, she felt genuine relief that her estradiol supply was assured into the summer.

As she contemplated getting strapped, she felt a slight sense of arousal. This was not desirable on the bus, and she tried to distract herself. She was not sure why having her butt whipped was the thing that caused her to feel excitement, but it did. She had to admit to herself that she had some issues around pain and humiliation. Where had they come from?

She knew the answer, of course. As Jeff had continued to turn her out, he began to incorporate extra elements that made her feel slutty or dirty, and she naturally conflated these with sexual excitement.

After a couple of weeks of mutual masturbation, Jeff had sprung a surprise on Aaron. One afternoon they were watching a gang bang video, and Aaron was getting antsy about getting his dick stroked. And to be honest, he was also looking forward to sliding his hand up and down Jeff's big cock. It was always so fascinating to feel someone else's hard-on in his fist, and to feel it flex as the cum shot out.

Usually Jeff broke the ice by pulling his pants down and giving his dick a few wanks, signaling to Aaron that it was time for them to jack each other off. This time, though, Jeff was watching the screen, his obviously erect cock straining against his pants, but he was not making the move. Instead, he spoke without taking his eyes off the action on the screen.

"Hey Aaron, let me ask you a question," he said.

"Uhh, sure," Aaron replied.

"When you watch these videos, do you ever imagine being the girl?"

Aaron felt his face flush, and his stomach suddenly felt as if he had swallowed a large rock. Why had Jeff asked this? Was he able to read Aaron's mind? Because he often did imagine being the girl, sucking or getting fucked... penetrated. When he masturbated at home, this was usually what he imagined, and sometimes he did even when Jeff was jerking him off. But how had he known?

After a long, awkward pause, Aaron answered. "Sometimes, I guess...," he said, not looking at Jeff.

"Does that kind of turn you on?" Jeff asked.

"Yeah, I guess," Aaron said.

Jeff didn't answer right away. He kept looking at the video. On it, a buxom blond woman was in the process of being penetrated in all three holes. As she rode one guys cock while taking another's in her ass, she slid her lips along a third. And if that were not enough, she had another dick in each hand. Her focus and commitment were truly impressive.

Finally, Jeff spoke again. "You ever want to try it?" he asked.

Aaron felt his throat tighten with anxiety. What was Jeff proposing. "Try what?" he finally asked, his voice half an octave higher from the stress he was feeling.

"You know, being the girl," said Jeff.

Aaron realized he was hyperventilating. He didn't know how to answer this question. The fact was he was terribly excited by the idea, but also utterly terrified.

"I mean, come on, haven't you ever wondered what it would be like to give a guy a blow job?" Jeff asked. Aaron definitely had. And if he was honest with himself, sometimes when he jerked him off, he had imagined what it would be like to take Jeff's dick in his mouth. But he was too embarrassed to admit it.

"I... I... guess I have wondered," he finally admitted.

"Do you think you would ever want to do it for real?" Jeff asked. "Don't you worry about doing it wrong, or being too scared if you're with some guy you barely know?"

Aaron thought there was probably a pretty good chance that things would play out exactly as Jeff described. He would completely screw it up.

"You could practice with me," Jeff said. "It wouldn't be so crazy, and you could get used to it... and figure out whether or not you liked it." He paused while Aaron digested this. "I mean, you've jacked me off how many times?"

Aaron's anxiety and embarrassment was slowly being pushed out of the way by another feeling: arousal. He was turned on by the idea of actually doing what he had imagined so many times. Maybe it would be terrible, but maybe not! There was only one way to find out, and now he wanted to try.

"Uhh..., maybe we could try," Aaron said.

Jeff didn't reply. He just smiled and slid down his pants to expose his fully erect cock. Aaron looked at it and thought about what it would be like to put his lips and tongue on it. His heart rate increased and he felt jolts of electricity emanating from his groin. The idea really turned him on.

Slowly, he stood up to walk over to Jeff. How was he going to do this? And could he even do it. He had seen many incidents of fellatio during his porn sessions with Jeff, including the girl kneeling in front of the guy while he stood, the girl kneeling between the guys legs while he sat, the girl on her hands and knees while the guy lay supine, and many others.

To his surprise, Jeff suddenly sprang up and walked to a cupboard. He rummaged through its contents for a minute and returned with a couple of items. The first was a wig, with long, straight blond hair. He handed it to Aaron and said, "Here, put this on." Aaron slipped the wig over his own short hair. It felt weird to suddenly feeling long hair brush against his face, neck, and shoulders.

Now Jeff said, "Take your clothes off." Aaron had not expected this. But he decided it might be a good idea, to avoid getting a mess on them. And he was not especially uptight about Jeff seeing him naked. They had showered together on several occasions. He pulled off his t-shirt and slid down his pants and underwear. His erection was rock-hard and perpendicular to his body.

Now Jeff handed Aaron a small piece of fabric saying, "Put these on." It was a pair of lacy pink panties, bikini cut. This caught Aaron completely by surprise, but he found that he really wanted to see them on him. He stepped into them and pulled them up. They fit his thin hips snugly, and he was able to tuck his hard-on under the elastic, though it was pressing urgently against the fabric. Aaron liked the feel of the smooth fabric, and he liked the way the panties looked against his skin.

Now Jeff was sitting on the couch with his legs spread apart. It was clear that his expectation was that Aaron should kneel in front of him. Somehow this idea was very stimulating to Aaron, and he dropped to his knees with hardly any hesitation. Now his face was just barely above Jeff's crotch, and the big boner was right in front of him. Almost as if in a dream, Aaron saw his hand reach out to take hold of the shaft. It felt hot, and that made him wonder what it would feel like in his mouth.

He felt frozen--he wanted to lean forward and put his mouth on Jeff's straining erection, but he also felt fear and disgust. What kind of person would he be if he did that. Jeff reached out one hand and put it on the back of Aaron's head to gently encourage him. He let himself be pushed forward and down, telling himself that the decision had been made for him; it wasn't really his choice.

Now his lips brushed against the head of Jeff's cock, causing it to twitch. Aaron marveled at the sensation of the warm, smooth skin on his lips. He pushed forward a little more and kissed the tip, then started kissing down the shaft. There was an overpowering odor in his nostrils, one he had smelled before when masturbating Jeff, but now much, much stronger. It seemed to make him feel light-headed.

Now Aaron stuck out his wet tongue and ran it up the length of Jeff's dick, provoking a moan of pleasure and excitement. It registered on him that he was causing these responses from Jeff, and it somehow gave him a sense of power despite his clearly subordinate position. He continued to lick Jeff, coating his erection with a sheen of saliva. When he licked near the root, the tips of Jeffs pubic hair tickled his nose and cheeks.

Finally, Aaron realized that he had to cross the Rubicon and take Jeff's cock in his mouth. What would it be like? Gross? Scary? He leaned forward again and put his lips over the pee hole, then slowly pushed his head downward. The swollen head of Jeff's dick forced his lips apart and he opened his jaws to make room for the large, fleshy object now inside the front of his mouth. His lips were around the shaft, just below where it joined the head. He had done it, or at least started to do it.

Jeff's hand was still on Aaron's head, and now he exerted a little bit of pressure to encourage Aaron to take more of the cock in. Gradually, he slid his lips down the warm shaft, feeling the head push further back into his mouth. He had first two, then three inches of its length in his mouth. It felt OK, though a little bit scary. He slid his lips back up and off, then went back down. He resolved to see how much he could take.

Aaron reached the point he had gotten to before, but kept going. He made it another inch and then felt the tip of Jeff's dick against the back of his throat. He immediately experienced a gag reflex and rapidly sat back up while coughing. OK, that was an important warning--don't go too deep. He felt as if he could have thrown up.

As his coughing fit died down Jeff said, "Don't worry, I'll warn you when I'm about to come." Aaron appreciated this. He hadn't really thought that far ahead, but now that the issue had been raised, he knew he definitely did not want Jeff to ejaculate in his mouth!

Aaron once again slid his lips over the shiny head of Jeff's cock. Now he knew his limit: three to four inches, max. He started sliding his lips up and down the shaft, and supplemented their movement by sliding his fist up and down the lower part of Jeff's dick. As he fell into a rhythm, he began to notice things. He took note of the feeling of the long hair of the wig brushing against his forearm as he moved his head up and down. He noticed that his own erection had partially escaped the panties, and now the top few inches were exposed. The elastic held it tight against his belly, and he felt tingles of pleasure as it rubbed against his skin.

Jeff was beginning to make random sounds: little moans of pleasure or strangled gasps as Aaron took more of his cock into his mouth. He was breathing heavily, and Aaron realized that his orgasm was approaching. He had promised that he would warn him, but could he be counted on to remember this in the excitement of his rising climax?

Suddenly, Jeff stopped Aaron's head with his hands and choked out a few words."

"Ugghh... I'm gonna come soon..." he gasped.

Aaron didn't need to be warned twice. He slid his mouth up and off Jeff's dick and used his hand to stroke it. Within a few seconds, Aaron felt it thicken and harden, then came the familiar flex as the first shot of the ejaculation emerged, and Jeff gave a loud groan. Aaron belatedly realized that he was still kneeling directly in front of Jeff's groin and holding his shooting cock in his hand with the end pointed at him. As he digested the implications of this situation, the first blob of hot semen splattered against his face, hitting his eye and cheek and causing him to flinch. The following shots came quickly and had comparable velocity, hitting his lips, chin, neck and the hair of his wig. The smell of the sperm was overwhelming as the individual blobs began trickling down his face.

As Jeff's orgasm wound down, the last few shots came out more weakly, landing on Aaron's arm and hand. He was pretty much drenched in Jeff's cum, and it occurred to him that he ought to be pretty well grossed out. Yet he really wasn't. He was actually kind of turned on by the whole situation, which he supposed was due to the extreme state of sexual arousal that he was currently experiencing.

Aaron was holding his right eye shut due to the massive blob of sperm that hand landed there and then begun to ooze down his face. With his other unaffected eye, he saw Jeff stir and he stopped stroking his now quiescent boner. Jeff reached for the box of tissues and handed them to Aaron.

"Sorry man, I guess you really got nailed," he said.

"It's OK," said Aaron, taking several tissues and wiping at his face. Meanwhile, some of the sperm had made it to the bottom of his jaw and chin and had dripped down onto his torso and thighs in long strings. It took multiple rounds of wiping to get most of it off.

"That was incredible," Jeff said with enthusiasm. "YOU were incredible."

Aaron felt an inordinate sense of pride and accomplishment upon hearing this praise. He had given his first blow job, and it had been judged an unequivocal success.

"Let me take care of you," Jeff said. "Lie back on the floor."

Aaron felt a surge of excitement. Would he now receive oral pleasure from Jeff?

As it turned out, no he was not. Jeff knelt between Aaron's legs and placed the tips of his fingers on Aaron's erection, which was still largely trapped in the panties with only the last couple of inches poking out against his abdomen. He began rubbing his fingers up and down its length, and Aaron immediately felt his pleasure building. As the excitement grew, Aaron replayed the last few minutes: the feel of his lips sliding on the shaft of Jeff's dick, the sudden ejaculation and subsequent drenching, the smell of the cum. With very little warning, Aaron felt a sudden wave of ecstasy wash over him and involuntarily thrust his hips up against Jeff's hand. His dick shot out a large quantity of semen in long ropes that covered his chest up to his neck. For the second time now he was covered in cum.

After he had come back to Earth, Aaron once again wiped himself down, then he and Jeff repaired to the shower to wash off any residual sperm. Aaron realized that there was a large blob of Jeff's cum in the hair of the wig, and it was well on the way to forming an intractable snarl. He had enjoyed wearing it and did not want it to be wrecked, so he took it with him and did his best to rinse it out in the warm water. Turning around, he saw that Jeff's cock was hard again. He started stroking it, as he had so many times before in the shower. Then he spontaneously decided to drop to his knees and put his mouth around its end. Why? Because things had escalated that day, and wanking was no longer the edgiest thing they had done. He once again fell into a rhythm of sliding it in and out of his mouth, periodically taking it all the way out and licking it. Jeff offered him some suggestions about using his tongue while he was sucking, and Aaron enthusiastically experimented with this technique.

This time around, Jeff had both of his hands on Aaron's head, guiding his movements. He offered periodic words of encouragement, complementing him on how talented he was with his mouth. Aaron once again swelled with pride, and he could feel his own dick growing and stiffening. This whole situation, with him kneeling in front of Jeff while he sucked him, was incredibly hot.

Aaron began to wait for Jeff's warning. As before, he worried that Jeff might decide not to alert him, or might forget in the heat of the moment. But just like before, he manated to blurt it out as the pleasure surged. Aaron took his mouth off Jeff's cock and pointed it directly at his face. He still flinched as the shots landed, but he nonetheless enjoyed the experience of being given another facial.

Once Jeff's orgasm was finished, Aaron stood up and moved himself back into the shower stream to clean off the semen, the third big load he had taken over a rather short time. He wondered if Jeff might pleasure him a second time. However, instead he grabbed a towel and got out of the shower. Aaron surmised that he would not be getting off a second time that afternoon.