Cunt for a Day

Remember to text me when you're heading home.

Those words echoed through Kate's head as the keys fell from her limp hand. When her roommate, Isabelle had asked her that, and then reminded her about three times through the day, she'd figured that a gentleman was calling on their house that night.

She did not, however, expect the sight that greeted her. Isabelle was kneeling, nude on the hardwood floor of their living room. The words USELESS WANKING CUNT were scrawled on her flat belly. A hibachi wand was taped to her thigh and her hips were moving on the vibrating head as it pressed into her sex. Her hands were behind her back, as if bound, causing her large breasts to be fairly aggressively thrust forward. Dark hair hung over her forehead and cascaded down her back, underneath a pair of what appeared to be used panties.

And on the couch, sat a man, his erect member in his hand, stroking himself as Isabelle stared at him.

Both of them looked up at her, the guy's blue eyes wide with surprise that swiftly faded into mirth. Isabelle's however, ran the gamut from surprise, to shock to embarrassment. That appeared to be enough to put her over the edge and she threw her head back, her belly working as she shook with her release.

All of that happened in the space of about ten seconds. Barely enough time for Kate to register what she was seeing before the words started to pour out of her mouth.

"Oh my god. I'm so sorry. I should.. I mean, I didn't mean.. I'm just... oh god, sorry!" she babbled, turning to leave, grasping the still open door.

"Wait a moment." The guy had a smooth, confident voice to go along with the chiseled abs she could, since he was still naked, walking towards her. After a single glance at his hard cock, Kate locked her eyes on his face and hoped to god she wasn't blushing.

"I didn't meant to interrupt...." She stammered out, looking at Isabelle who was slowly recovering.

"You were supposed to text!" Isabelle said, her voice high and dreamy. She reached down, her hand fumbling at the toy for a few moments before she switched it off. The lack of a buzz made the sudden silence very obvious.

The guy looked at Kate for a moment more, then down at Isabelle.

"Are you all right?" He crouched down by her, hand smoothing the hair back from her forehead gently. For her part, Isabelle looked up at him lovingly, through the panties still on her face.

"I'm ok, sir... just... didn't expect that." Isabelle was still speaking in that dreamy voice, her sentence punctuated with a little giggle. Kate's eyebrows rose. Isabelle. Giggled. Tough as nails Isabelle, who had made their realtor nearly cry when they'd messed up their rental dates, had giggled.

"I think, if you're ok, I should leave you to deal with this situation." He said, stroking her forehead again. Isabelle's mouth thinned into an unhappy line, but she nodded.

"I'm sorry, Sir. I'll deal with it as quickly as I can."

"I can just go." Kate broke in. "I'm really sorry, Issy. I completely forgot to text and... I'm interrupting.... I'm sorry." Kate pulled the door a little wider, inadvertently exposing both of them to the hallway.

"No, it's best I go." The guy walked over to a pile of clothes by the couch and pulled on a pair of silky boxers, then jeans. Grabbing his gray t-shirt, he tossed it over a shoulder and sauntered over to the door. A pair of men's joggers sat beside the door, neatly squared by Isabelle and Kate's more feminine footwear.

"I'm Matt, by the way." He offered Kate a smile as he stepped outside. "Be nice to her, please."

"I.. ok.." Kate still couldn't process everything, so she was just responding on instinct. "I mean, I'm Kate..." She babbled. Matt gave her a smile then looked back over at the girl on the floor.

"I'll be in touch, girl." He said, smile still touching his lips. His voice got stern on the next sentence.

"You broke your rule, after all."

And with that, he was gone, pulling the door gently closed after himself.

Silence reigned supreme in the living room for a few moments, before Isabelle pushed herself to her feet.

"I guess we need to have a talk." She said, pulling the panties off her face. Some analytical part of Kate's brain noticed that the crotch had been pressed right up against her nose.

"Yes...." Kate said uncertainly, stooping to pick up her keys. The action gave her an excuse to stop staring at her friend's naked body and the words scrawled there in vivid red lipstick. Her head was whirling, trying to process everything she'd just seen.

There was a loud ripping noise and Kate looked up to see Isabelle holding the wand in one hand, dissatisfied look on her face.

"Let me go put something on and we can chat, ok?" She said, her voice uncertain and Kate realised with a rush that her friend was worried about her reaction. Meeting Isabelle's eyes, she mustered up a weak little smile.

"I'll be here." She promised and Isabelle rewarded her with a smile of her own, through a curtain of dark hair. Without anymore word, she scampered off to her bedroom, taking the panties and wand with her. Alone at last, Kate put her keys in the bowl by the door then toed off her shoes. Curling up on her favourite corner of the couch, she tried to come to terms with what she'd seen.

A few minutes later, Isabelle came back and curled up on the other side of the couch. She'd run a brush through her long dark hair and put on a blue oversized t-shirt, but she was still looking very uncertain and she couldn't hold Kate's gaze.

"So..." She began at the same time Kate said "Well..."

Both women looked at each other for a split second, then fell over laughing. Something in that laughter was cleansing and Kate could feel the tension drain out of the room as the last echos faded and they wiped tears from their eyes.

"So, I guess you've learned a secret about me." Isabelle gave her a smile, but there was still a shadow of worry in her dark eyes.

"I had no idea your boobs were that big!" Kate said, deliberately making her own blue eyes wide so it was clear that she was joking. Isabelle looked shocked at first, suprised at the comment and then a red flush crept up over her cheeks.

"You looked?" She asked, shyly and Kate grinned at her, although she was in wonder internally. Isabelle was embarrassed at a joke over the size of her boobs?

"I couldn't really help it." Kate said, archly. "I didn't miss what was written on your stomach, either. I hope that wasn't my lipstick?"

The question came out a lot sterner than Kate had intended and Isabelle's eyes went wide for a second, then she grunted softly and looked down.

"N. no, it wasn't." She got out. "Please, uh... for right now, please don't use that tone." Isabelle all but begged.

"Oh, uh.. sorry." Kate couldn't keep up with everythign happening. "Did I do something wrong?"

"No, it's just... oh hell." Isabelle looked at her.

"Matt made me put my bullet vibe in... it's got a mode that makes it more... energetic if it gets squeezed... and your tone just now got a.... reaction... from me. So, please... take mercy?"

"You.. he... who the hell is Matt?" Kate demanded, deciding to skip over the revelation that a) her friend was wearing a sex toy and b) apparently in some sort of kinky relationship.

"Matt is... remember that story I told you? The guy in college? The one who got away?"

"That's Matt?" Kate demanded. "Matt is Mr Midnight?"

Isabelle blushed again and nodded.

"He moved to town about three months ago. I bumped into him on the bus and we ended up getting coffee. Turns out we shared a couple of other interests, as well."

"Wow." Kate looked at her friend. "So... I mean, you're obviously kinky. How long has this been going on?"

"Remember about a year ago? I called in sick to work for week?" Isabelle's eyes were locked on the hardwood floor.

"Yes." Kate nodded, but before Isabelle could continue, her phone beeped. Holding a finger up, she pulled the message up and read it, then flushed a bright scarlet.

After a deep breath, she looked up at Kate.

"I uh, I need your help, if your willing?" She asked.

"Uh, I guess?" Kate nodded.

Isabelle held out the phone.

"Can you take a video of this, please?" She asked. The phone was already set in camera mode, all Kate had to do was hit the button. One the little red recording light was blinking on the screen, she nodded at Isabelle, who stood up and pulled off her t-shirt. Revealed was the lipstick writing from earlier, slightly smudged from being under the shirt and the panties that Kate was fairly sure had been pressed into her friend's face not too long ago.

"Issy, waht the..?"

"I'll explain after, ok?" She said, then moved over to where she had been kneeling earlier. In the light of the camera, the floor shimmered with an oil slick like sheen. Isabelle looked into the phone and plastered a smile onto her face.

"This cunt was naughty." She said, her voice breathy, almost bimbo like. "Not only did she cum without permission, but she squirted all over the floor!"

Without any other explanation, Isabelle bent down and started to lap at the floor. Her big breasts pressed into the floor as her ass rose into the air. She worked diligently for what seemed to Kate like a lifetime, but was only about three minutes according to the camera timer, then lifted her head up, breasts hanging under her.

"There. Now the cunt has cleaned up after herself!" She smiled into the camera, then nodded at Kate to end the recording.