Off Limits Roommate Pt 06

Hello all! After that... cliffhanger... I have finally decided to release the second to last bit of this story. You see.. I had a wedding and decided against continuing to tell this story for morality's sake. Especially with what happened before the wedding...

More on that in the finale, which I promise will not be as much of a wait!

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A brief recap of how we got here, as I realize that last time I was a little jumbled. In my defense, Shiann had thrown a lot at me all at once...

Before stripping to the glorious figure before me, in her tanktop that tightly concealed her small but wonderful tits, skimpy red lace thong that I knew was devoured by her perfectly round ass, and pink ankle socks that I could certainly tell hadn't been washed in some time due to the dirt accumulated to a perfect toe print, Shiann had explained it all.

How she found herself dripping wet because she liked my enjoyment a little too much just over a month ago. How that had forced her to consider whether it was a problem. How she had determined that, no, she didn't like me, just the power she had over me. She refused to outright be a homewrecker, but she had no qualms about letting me be pushed to the brink of my limits if it meant I'd continue to fund her even after she was gone. She knew I was hers. This wasn't going to stop. Not ever. And now that she'd set her limits, she was going to continue to push mine.

But, yes, she had just delivered the line that she'd used all those months back. "Now, shut up and sniff. I have some stuff I want to talk to you about, Samuel." I had already fallen to my knees, so when she raised her heel a few inches from the ground, crawling came naturally. In seconds, I had my face inches from her sock. The toe imprints had hinted to an unwashed nature, but I could see now - smell now- that the hint was more than accurate with proximity to the source. The smell was almost rancid.

Then, her toe touched my nose. The smell washed over me as the sweat-crusted fabric of her sock pushed against my skin. I heard her giggle and mention something about dirty socks out of the laundry. She repeated herself, as she could tell I was mesmerized by the scent. "Samuel, I said I have worn these all week, and just took these out of the laundry - for you. Do you like the smell, puppy?"

I nodded as much as I could without moving my nose from her sock. She pressed the pink fabric deeper into my face and I inhaled deeper than a man taking a gulp of air after nearly suffocating. The rancid smell punished my senses. "I couldn't hear you, Samuel. Do you like the smell?"

"Y-yes Shiann, I do like the smell."

"Lie down."

I did as I was told, lying down on my back. The yellow tint of the living room light illuminated her from behind, and I stared up and down her body - upside down from my position on my back - noting the pale skin of her legs and how the light and shadows worked to show off her toned calves and thighs. For such a skinny burnout brat, she sure had some athletic legs.

My view of her legs was cut off by her socked foot once again, as her toes pressed against my chin, and her arch rested on my nose. Usually, under the toes were the most well-scented part of the shoe, but wearing them for a week must have enhanced the entire sock. As she ran the crusty fabric over my face, not a single piece of her sock relented from punishing my senses. I felt my cock pushing hard against the zipper of my jeans.

Shiann removed her left foot from my face, then walked to my side, before standing above me with one foot on either side of my chest. She was smiling down at me with her trademark evil grin. She raised her left leg and removed her sock with a swift motion of her pinky and dangled it over my face. "Open wide..." I did as I was told, like a good boy.

The smell of the sock, as intensely sour and cheesy as it was, had nothing on the taste. With her pinky, she slowly shoved the sock into the back of my throat. The taste was the only thing that kept the dried fabric nearly scratching my tongue and back of my throat from making me gag. It was absolutely heavenly. Once the sock was fully in my mouth, she did the unthinkable.

Shiann turned around, swapping the positioning of her feet gracefully on either side. I could see her magnificent ass, two rounded cheeks separated by a thin red line that disappeared somewhere down her ass without a trace. She looked back over her shoulder, "Oh, and Samuel, this thong wasn't in the laundry, but I've been wearing it all day. Not sure if you're into sweaty thongs, but I'm guessing a depraved puppy like you will take anything he can get from his goddess."

Sock in mouth, I nodded quickly, my eyes not moving from the center of her ass cheeks, trying to see if I could get a peek of her asshole. The taste of the sock was beginning to make my eyes water, so I swiped at them, refusing to let tears limit my view. Shiann's knees bent, and she slowly lowered herself to kneeling over my stomach. As she leaned forward, I felt her quickly unzip my pants and my cock spring out. I heard her giggle as she flicked it's head and I shuddered. My eyes didn't move from her ass, as her movements spread her ass cheeks just enough for me to see her completely hairless ass crack, thin lines jutting from behind the red thong. Knowing her asshole was only a foot from my nose made my cock jump. She laughed again and flicked my cock, harder this time.

I could smell it now, the tinged scent of sweat that had lingered inside of a hot, tight pair of pants. The aroma of her natural scent floored me. FUCK. Another flick of my cock, this one a thudding blow, hit the base and caused me to lurch in pain. Instinctively, my head rose as my chest thrust forward... and the tip of my nose touched the fabric of her thong concealing her asshole.

I heard her sharply inhale and tense, pulling forward. She looked over her shoulder quickly, eyes either filled with coy anger or actual anger, I could not tell. "Samuel.. you did that on purpose, didn't you you filthy puppy?"

I felt my head spinning. The fierce aroma of her sweaty asshole and the taste of her sock penetrating my tastebuds had left me in shock. My head fell back and I could only stare at the ceiling. I swallowed a mouthful of her sock sweat and lint, along with my saliva.

My senses returned in a flash, as I suddenly felt her soft palm wrap around my cock. I let out an uncontrolled moan that was almost a yell, suddenly thankful that Emili wasn't home, or anywhere within a 10-mile radius. I felt like I woke from a stupor and I could tell she was talking to me.

"...and since you haven't answered me, you get punishment, puppy." And she sat back just enough that my nose entered her ass crack against her thong. The smell returned again, the aroma of sweat and... ass that somehow had never smelled so intoxicating. Her grip tightened on my cock and she pulled it upwards as she leaned back, almost fully sitting on my face, my nose pushing past so hard against the fabric that the sides of my nostrils brushed the skin.

Then, she grinded her hips, and I lost it. My tongue pushed hard against the sock in my mouth, and I could feel the tension of her asshole pushing against it, the force of her against the tip of my tongue. I heard her sharply inhale in that moment, and her grip tightened on my cock.

She suddenly sat straight upwards and her ass cheeks squished against my nose. I felt faint, my eyes watered from the warmth of her ass as my nose pressed against the thong. Her knees were touching the floor and she was barely holding her body weight above my face, I could feel the sock move as her pussy, barely covered by the small thong, rubbed against the sock still in my mouth. She sat like that for a moment, her body extremely tense...

"P..Puppy, if I do this, do know that it's not for y-your pleasure or because I like it. You're a toy, and I'm doing this to prove that your wallet is mine forever. Understood?" I nodded - which caused my chin to press the sock against her pussy.

In a moment, the sock was yanked out of my mouth by the hand that formerly gripped my cock. She pulled her hips forward slightly, and pressed her asshole - no, not her sopping wet pussy that was currently pressed against my chin - over my waiting mouth. The smell was one thing, but the taste of her ass-crusted thong, and the dried sweat from the skin in her ass crack, was unbearable. I heard her stifle a moan as she reached back and spread her ass cheeks with her fingers, letting the sides of my tongue brush against the edges of her ass crack.

"Y-you thought you'd get to taste m-my pretty pussy, Samuel? Absolutely not, you sick fucking frea-eak.." she stuttered out. As much as I felt a pull to have her glorious young cunt in my mouth, the fact that I was being reduced to cleaning the dried sweat and anything else that may have accumulated in her asshole and thong throughout the entire day... It was almost better. I was doing what I was meant to do. Getting all I deserved. "Stick your fucking tongue out Ssss-Samuel, for fuck's sake!"

It was then that her fingers grabbed more than her ass cheeks, as one of them caught her thong and she pulled it to the side. As it pulled across my tongue, I knew there was no longer anything stopping my tongue. I pushed it forward and suddenly, I was shoving my tongue inside the filthy ass of this little bitchy burnout that ruled my life. The feeling of my tongue sliding inside of Shiann, of her tensing as I pressed further, the pressure of her gorgeous soles pressing against the sides of my head, it was all too much.

My lower body spasmed, and my cock lurched. I could feel my balls tensing, even though Shiann had stopped touching me entirely. Shiann laughed and I felt her lean slightly to the left.. where I knew the coffee table was. I couldn't see anything, but I knew, at that moment, she was reaching over and grabbing her cell phone to snap a picture. She laughed once more as she pressed her body weight down as hard as she could, suffocating me with her ass, driving my tongue even further inside. I could feel her tense herself from her thighs, to her ass cheeks, to the hole as it tensed around my tongue.

My own hips thrusted upwards as I subconsciously begged and pleaded for her touch on my cock again - a touch that wouldn't come, sadly - but I wouldn't need it. My balls tightened again as her taste encapsulated my senses. Every second she had stood in that hot restaurant had added to it. Every step she took swaying her hips, causing her ass cheeks to grind against the thong, added to it. Undoubtedly, every trip to the restroom may have even added to it. The divine taste of my own personal cash-draining goddess, dripping down my tongue.

Before, finally, I felt her pussy squirt over my chin and neck. With that, I came every last drop I had. I didn't move a muscle as she stood up, removed my credit card from my wallet, and left the room. I didn't move a muscle after, either.