Room debt

When I finally started renting a room and living on my own, I felt like I was on cloud nine: there it was, the long-awaited independence. The fact that the rental happened without any intermediaries and at a very low price added to my joy. My neighbors and simultaneously the apartment owners were a married couple around thirty years old. To be honest, I didn't understand why they would rent out a room in their own home, and at a not particularly high price, when their level of income, judging by the apartment's furnishings, allowed them to keep the entire living space to themselves, rather than rejoice at a few extra thousand from renting. Later, I understood what caused this desire: you know,

there are couples for whom sexual life is not limited to just each other, which is, to some extent, correct. They, of course, didn't organize orgies, but they clearly enjoyed the fact that someone lived nearby and heard everything that happened in their apartment. The constant creaking of the bed, things falling now and then, loud slaps of body against body, and, of course, the sweet moans of the girl, as well as their rather loud negotiations. As I understood, lying alone in my bed, listening at night (and sometimes not at night) to their lively discussion, Sveta — that was the wife's name — simply loved to feel like her husband's thing — the VKontakte group "submit" is exactly about such people. And Sasha — that was the husband — really liked to fuck his wife as hard and as long as possible. I heard her moan and scream, heard her gag and cough during a blowjob, I was well informed about the size of Sasha's endowment from Sveta's loud reviews behind the wall, about the skill of its owner and the sweetness of his seed, which abundantly covered the girl after each act. At first, I didn't notice the strange glances they threw my way after particularly hot nights, like, "See how we can?" Sometimes I bumped into them walking naked around the apartment — then I had to quickly hide in my room, but the pinnacle of their attitude towards the neighbor was the constant locking themselves in the bathroom and kitchen to satisfy their needs. Once they didn't close the door: Sveta was on her knees in front of Sasha, wrapping her arms around his legs, opening her mouth wide, sticking out her tongue, and the husband was furiously massaging his cock, aiming it into the girl's mouth. I hurriedly closed the door, thinking to myself: "Yes, the size is really impressive."

The reason for further events was problems with work. It's not easy to find a more or less stable income if you're a full-time student, and one who is seriously trying to acquire the knowledge provided to you. The problem is banal: the salary did not at all correspond to the work performed, as well as the excessive impudence and inadequacy of the management. Tired of waiting for the promised raise that had been dangled for half a year, I sent the company to hell and was left with an unpleasant problem: you can't really live on a scholarship, plus you have to pay for housing, and freelancing only helped cover the costs by half at best. I somehow explained to the owners that there were problems with payment, but from their looks, it was impossible to say they agreed to give me a deferment. In the end, they set a date by which I needed to settle the debt, otherwise they would evict me. I can't say the deadlines were realistic with my income level. But they mysteriously hinted that perhaps they would find a way I could repay this debt. If only I knew what they had in mind...

It all started one Saturday, around three in the afternoon. As I understood, Sveta needed to run off somewhere urgently, but hormones took over and Sasha decided to fuck her one last time. It was funny to hear the screams: "I already have to run," "I haven't come yet, wait a bit," and so on. In the end, the sounds of sex behind the wall stopped, and a couple of minutes later Sveta burst out of the door and ran outside, followed by the guy's frustrated scream. I just shrugged and went back to finishing the order. About five minutes later, my torment with the programmable website was interrupted by Sasha entering. What confused me was that he was only in his underwear, barely containing the pressure of his barely concealed cock.

— So, are you going to pay the debt soon? — he asked rudely.

— Well, I should have saved up by the deadline, — I said, stumbling.

— Well, or will you save up?

— I'm trying, it depends on orders and a bunch of other factors.

— Listen, why are you talking like a woman, can you say clearly: "yes" or "no." We either need to calm down, or start looking for a new tenant after your eviction right now, and finding someone adequate and tolerant is a real pain.

— I'm telling you: it depends on a bunch of factors, I'm on the edge, — I spread my hands. He thought, burning me with his gaze.

— Remember, we talked about ways to repay the debt? — he asked. — There's something now that will take a part of it off.

— I'm all ears.

— Then sit on the couch, close your eyes, and open your mouth.

— And what? — I even stammered.

— And just sit, don't move.

The guess about what he had in mind, in principle, flashed through my head, but the debt was choking me, so I had to do as he said. I obediently sat down, closed my eyes, and opened my mouth. I heard him approach me, something rustled. After that, he took me by the back of my head and shoved "something" into my mouth. I instinctively pulled away, to which he just said: "sit still and don't move, or I'll evict you today, you agreed yourself." I had nothing to say to such an argument, so I just had to relax. Sasha was completely satisfied with this outcome. I felt him first run his cock over my lips, inserting it shallowly, then he asked me to wrap my lips tighter around it and started fucking my mouth slightly. He inserted his cock shallowly — only about five centimeters, I felt his head moving over my tongue. At first, I even shuddered, but soon I overcame these attempts at resistance. Sasha breathed heavier and heavier, speeding up and penetrating deeper and deeper — now his cock didn't fit in my mouth. He asked me to stick out my tongue — it didn't help much: the size was quite large, but I felt his balls hitting my chin. Sometimes he pulled it out completely so I could catch my breath, then shoved it back in. Finally, he grabbed my head with both hands and shoved his cock as deep as he could. I felt his contractions with my lips, and a stream of semen poured straight down my throat. Moaning, Sasha slowly pulled the shaft out of my mouth right during the orgasm: the semen landed on my tongue. He wiped his cock on my lips and left the room, allowing me to open my eyes. I sat for a while with my mouth open, recovering from the shock. The salty, warm semen was still inside me, but I didn't have the strength to go to the bathroom to spit it out. In the end, he had already come inside me anyway. I swirled it around my mouth with my tongue, then swallowed. Half an hour later, I went into their room to ask how much they had deducted. "One hundred rubles less," — Sasha threw out. I was even breathless from such injustice. "Suck it again — I'll deduct another hundred rubles," — he calmly replied to my indignation. Shocked, I went back to my room.

I naively believed that our debt repayment would remain between me and Sasha, but I underestimated the perversity of his fantasy. Running into Sveta in the hallway, I heard this question: "So, how was it, great sucking my husband's?" I shrugged in response. "Didn't get a taste?" — the girl laughed. "Well, you could say that," — I muttered. "Well, there will be more opportunities," — she patted me on the shoulder and went about her business. Shaking my head, I went to the kitchen to make my dinner.

That same evening, a small surprise awaited me. Sveta entered my room without knocking, dressed only in a light, semi-transparent robe, through which her high breasts were visible. I must say, this sight is capable of arousing anyone: the girl was not very tall, but slender, with gorgeous legs: she devoted a lot of time to fitness. It's no wonder that her phrase "Want to cut off another part of the debt?" made me jump in place and

rush after the swaying-hipped seductress who disappeared into their room. There I saw something not quite what I expected. On the couch sat a naked Sasha, his cock provocatively sticking up. Sveta knelt in front of him and beckoned me. "You agreed yourself, there's no turning back," — I thought, I approached and sat down next to her.

— I'll teach you how to suck him now, the way Sasha likes you to give him a blowjob when I can't for some reason: it's good for us, and you'll close the debt faster.

Dreams of sex with Sveta went nowhere. I obediently did everything she said. Wrapping my hands around the cock, I caressed it with my tongue, running from the balls to the head, gently sucked the head, took it in my mouth and sucked quickly. This master class lasted about ten minutes, after which we began to caress the cock together with Sveta, taking turns swallowing it, licking the shaft and head. Towards the end, Sasha decided to train me for deep-throat blowjobs. He made me lie on my back, hanging my head off the edge of the bed. Then he shoved his cock into my mouth, trying to insert it to its full depth. Sticking out my tongue, barely suppressing the urge to vomit, I soon learned to take it completely, which greatly pleased them. Sasha immediately started fucking my mouth, so the final part of the training went according to the following scenario: about twenty movements of the cock back and forth, a gulp of air, then penetration again. Sveta sat somewhere nearby and watched the unfolding scene with interest, Sasha's balls incessantly hitting my nose. Finally, I felt the stream of semen going inside me, Sasha pulled out his cock, smearing my face with seed again. He waved me towards the door, then shoved the shaft into the girl's mouth, who hastily polished it, after which she lay on her back, spreading her legs, and the guy entered her and started fucking. I left the room to the girl's cry: "I don't like anal sex, but he wants it, so get ready."

The debt reduction went a bit faster. I had already gotten used to giving Sasha blowjobs and swallowing his seed, which no longer seemed as disgusting as the first time. Occasionally, he came to my room, but more often I sucked him off in front of Sveta, who sat nearby indifferently and watched the show. I don't know why have a guy suck you off when you have a gorgeous girl. Later, she shed light on this question: the topic of group sex turns on a lot of people, and with such insatiable sexual desire as theirs, limiting themselves to each other is quite difficult. But then a problem of jealousy arose: Sasha didn't want to allow anyone to touch Sveta in any way, and she, in turn, refused to invite a girl, because despite her openness, she never felt any attraction to her own sex. However, the sight of guys fucking is capable of turning on almost any girl, and Sasha didn't care whose direction his cock was pointed, so the panacea for their desires was obvious, and then I appeared with my debts.

A week before the end of the month, it became obvious that even with my hundred-ruble bonuses, I wouldn't manage to cover everything. Therefore, Sasha visited me with another offer: by the evening, I had to completely remove hair in the intimate area, especially around the ass, and preferably refuse food. I understood what awaited me, but I still grabbed a razor and locked myself in the bathroom. It wasn't about the debt anymore: I was already curious about what it was like... That evening, Sveta called me again. She simply glowed with happiness, as if her cherished dream was about to come true, but who can figure out these girls. It all started with a mandatory blowjob (I clarified beforehand whether it would be included in a separate cost). After it, Sveta took her observation post, and I was ordered to get on all fours, putting my chest on the bed, sticking out my ass and spreading my buttocks with my hands. Sasha put on a condom and generously lubricated my hole with lube. Then followed, perhaps, half an hour of wild pain. During anal sex, especially if the victim is a virgin in this area, one should penetrate slowly and carefully, gradually expanding the hole, but Sasha was too impatient. At first, I was all fired up when his cock poked my ass, images from pornographic films floated before my eyes, where girls screamed with happiness and pleasure when they were fucked in the ass. I expected something amazing, but when he started to penetrate, I realized that pleasure would await me at least on the second time. I was firmly convinced that he wouldn't be able to penetrate in principle, but then I began to realize with horror that his huge cock was tearing me apart, going deeper and deeper. Barely suppressing the natural urge to "run! save yourself!", I, gritting my teeth, patiently waited while Sasha, with curses, tried to tear me apart. He went out and came in again, causing me more and more torment. At some point, he realized that he couldn't shove his giant entirely into me, so he started fucking with about half its length. The pain didn't go away, but I still found the strength to suppress it and started moving towards Sasha. Seeing this, Sveta lightly applauded. My torments lasted about an hour, their end was banal: the guy pulled out his cock, removed the condom and smeared my face with semen again. Waiting for me to collect it and put it in my mouth, he threw out as a parting shot: "Okay, I'll gradually stretch it, that's even more interesting," and started on the girl, while I went to the bathroom. It was unpleasant to later learn that adding anal sex to the program cost only two hundred rubles off the debt.

My ass appealed to Sasha. He said that, unlike a pussy, my ass was very tight and gripped the cock strongly, providing incomparable pleasure. The amount of the sum and the remaining time prompted me to have sex with Sasha every evening; gradually, he taught me not only to be on all fours or lie on my back but also to impale myself on his cock and ride it at his favorite pace. Sveta was simply happy with such a picture. Gradually, the ass stretched, and I could take Sasha's cock almost completely. They somewhat expanded the assortment of their sex, allowing me, for example, to ride the guy's shaft while he licked his wife, who sat on his face facing me, watching my movements. Moreover, they stopped kicking me out after Sasha's first orgasm, allowing me to enjoy the sight of their hot sex. Meetings with Sasha alone also took place: upon learning that Sveta was spending the night at a friend's place, as soon as the time came when the guy was ripe for sex, I completely undressed and lay down on my bed. Sasha came in, saw me — I invitingly spread my buttocks with my hands — he was blown away like by the wind. A moment later, he, naked with a standing cock and a condom on, approached me and, not letting me get up, entered. He completely lay on top of me, pressing me into the bed with his whole body, slowly going in and out. My cock also got hard and now, due to his movements, rubbed against the bed. I had already learned to enjoy anal sex, so the additional stimulation of my cock brought me to the peak of pleasure. Sasha sped up a bit, which soon made me have an orgasm. He didn't give me a break, continuing to fuck me, and I experienced absolute euphoria, realizing that coming while being fucked is an indescribable pleasure. After coming, I completely relaxed, but Sasha lifted himself up and only sped up the pace, continuing to rape me. He came right into the condom, without pulling out, but he didn't think of stopping, continuing to fuck. The guy came a couple more times without slowing down, after which he pulled his cock out of me, removed the condom and poured its contents onto my face. I drank it all.

It so happened that, despite all my efforts, I couldn't cover the debt by the agreed deadline. For this case, Sasha had a wonderful, in his opinion, idea. He offered me to pay off the entire amount for one proposal, to which I was forced to agree. On the last Sunday, the light in my room was off, the curtains drawn, leaving a barely discernible semi-darkness inside. I was naked and ready to service Sasha's friend, who was about to arrive. I didn't see his face, and I didn't care about him anyway. His cock was noticeably smaller than Sasha's, but I sucked it diligently. He didn't fuck me for very long, about ten minutes, which seemed like an insult to me. In the end, he told me he liked everything and left. After some time, hearing a knock on the door, I went out and headed to the shower.

The next month didn't promise me anything good because I still hadn't found a permanent job. The guys made a concession. Stating that finding an adequate guy who would agree to be such a sexual toy, and without access to