Housemates Ch. 02

Halfway through my orgasm, Trevor began his. Pushing deep into me, I felt his balls slap against my cunt as he filled me with his cum. Pushing my ass back, I did my best to give him a warm hole to deposit his seed. I don't know why I liked being used by him like that, but knowing that I had helped him to cum made me feel incredibly happy.

Trevor pulled out of me once he had finished milking his cock into my asshole. I tried to stand up straight, but he placed his hand on my shoulder to hold me down. In confusion I turn my head to look back, only to see him picking the butt plug off of the sink and covering it with another layer of lube.

"We don't want you leaking sperm all over the place," he explained. "And I wouldn't want to have to force you to lick the floor. It's a public bathroom, after all -- that just wouldn't be hygienic."

As I held my position, Trevor slid the butt plug back into me. It went in noticeably easier than it had when I inserted it back in the house; there was no pain at all. Once he had it in all the way he pulled up my panties and pants, trapping it in place. With my pants back on I stood up straight and turned around to face him, feeling his sperm sloshing around inside me.

Trevor still had his pants down and his dick out. Remembering his instructions from earlier to clean him every time he had used me, I dropped to my knees. I was extremely nervous about tasting his cock after it had been in my ass, but it looked clean enough. Not wanting to disappoint him, I gave it a tentative lick.

I was relieved to find that it didn't taste like what I was afraid it would taste like. I could taste the lube and the sperm, but that was it. Dutifully licking him clean, I swallowed eagerly to demonstrate my submission to him. As I cleaned him off, Trevor tenderly stroked my hair.

Eventually, Trevor decided that his dick was clean enough and he shoved me back with a smirk. I wasn't sure how to react -- the cold manner in which he was treating me hurt my feelings, but at the same time I kind of liked it. I wanted him to like me, but I didn't want him to respect me too much -- I liked being his cum dumpster, after all. As he pulled up his pants, I rose to my feet.

I was extremely nervous about going back out into the diner. Not only had people seen me enter the bathroom with Trevor, I was certain that someone must have heard my moaning through the door. I hated the idea of walking out into a room full of people who knew that I had just gotten fucked in public, but it wasn't like I had options. I couldn't stay in the bathroom forever, even if Trevor permitted it.

Trevor, by contrast, seemed almost proud. There was no shame in his body language as he opened the door and walked out. I hesitantly followed behind him -- I didn't want to be seen leaving the bathroom at the same time, but everyone had already seen me enter it with him so it wasn't like I was fooling anyone. Additionally, I thought it might be somehow worse to walk out of it alone, given that they probably already knew. Walking out with Trevor would be embarrassing, but at least I could hide behind his massive body.

No one said anything, but we got some dirty looks. I shouldn't say "we", actually. I got the looks. Trevor simply marched towards the door victoriously as I followed behind him feeling like his bitch. My face was bright red with shame, but there was nothing I could do. Everyone clearly knew -- even if they hadn't heard my moans or saw us enter and exit the bathroom together the funny way that I was walking was a dead giveaway.

"I should make you take a bow," he joked. "Who knows -- they might applaud."

I didn't answer. There was really nothing that I could say, anyway. If I told him that I didn't want that, he'd almost certainly force me to just to spite me. If I told him I wanted to, he'd probably call my bluff. Instead, I just kept my head down and obediently followed behind him, hoping for the best.

Fortunately, Trevor permitted me to keep that last shred of dignity. He didn't force me to bow, but permitted me to quietly follow him out of the diner. As we left, I found myself grateful that he had chosen a diner that wasn't too close to home -- I told myself that I would simply never go back there again. Looking up at Trevor, I realized that he'd likely force me to. Thinking about it, I realized that a part of me hoped that he would.

Trevor jumped into the car and let me in. Climbing in, I felt the butt plug again pressing into my asshole. I was sore, and it was mildly uncomfortable, but it made me feel good. It was holding his sperm in my body, marking me as his conquest. It was a reminded that I had served my master well. A smile crept onto my face -- I was happier than I had been in a long time.

"You're certainly cheerful," he commented as he began the drive home. "Looking forward to your revenge on Danielle?"

"I am, Master," I answered. "That's not why I'm smiling though. I just really enjoy being your slut."

Trevor grinned and reached over to pat my head. I leaned towards him, feeling like his pet. I liked the idea. I liked that he was pleased with me.

"That's good," he replied. "I'm glad that you're happy with your place, because I really should warn you that your plan for revenge isn't going to go exactly how you want it to."

"You said that you'd help me," I whimpered back, shocked and hurt.

"I did," he explained, "and I will. I told you that I'd help you set things right with Danielle, and I fully intend to. I did not, however, claim that I'd permit you to just sit idly by and watch. You're going to be a part of this plan, and your role may not be what you expect. You're going to have to trust my judgment, and I promise that everything will work out for the best."

I was relieved that he wasn't taking back his promise to help me, though more than a little nervous about what he said. I had actually hoped that he'd just let me sit back and watch -- I was looking forward to taunting Danielle, mocking her as she took Trevor's cock up her ass. I was also a bit worried about the idea that Trevor might force me into lesbian activity. Having Danielle rub her clothed crotch over my face was quite far enough. Still, it wasn't my place to second-guess his plans. I trusted him, even though every neuron in my brain screamed at me not to.

"I understand," I accepted. "I trust that you'll do what is best, Master."

"Don't sound so sad, little slut," he consoled me. "I suspect that you're right about the ass-fucking. I think that really will humiliate her. You're just going to have to accept that you'll be humiliated, too. Think of it as a bonding experience between the two of you."

I wasn't crazy about the fact that I wouldn't be able to mock Danielle while she took it up the ass, but I could live with his terms. On some level, I actually really preferred the idea that he would be abusing me as well to the idea that he might neglect me and focus on her. More importantly, though, I did really trust him. I knew that he'd do the right thing, and that was enough. Content and satisfied, I relaxed for the rest of the drive home, thoughts of retribution dancing is my head.