Emma Rims Her Roommates Ass

Emma came home from a wonderful day out.

Her boyfriend, ever the gentleman, had taken her to the park for a romantic picnic. She had worn her favourite yellow summer dress for the occasion, as the couple enjoyed their sandwiches, strawberries and champagne in the warm afternoon sun. As she lay on the soft rug, enjoying the food and the ambience, Emma couldn't help but feel her life was perfect.

She couldn't wait to tell her roommate all about her wonderful day, and the beautiful man who had shared it with her.

"Hello!" she called, as she walked into the living room. "Michael? Are you home?"

No response.

"That's odd," She chuckled. "He's rarely ever out of the house."

Emma shrugged and began to look for a vase or similar container for the bouquet of flowers her boyfriend had bought her. She was sure Michael wouldn't mind her keeping them in the kitchen, besides, she was always complaining about the lack of decor in their apartment.

"I'm going to put these in some water, okay?" She said to the empty room.

After searching through the cupboards and finding a single large glass vase, she filled it with water and placed the flowers in it, arranging them as nicely as she could.

"Much better!" she giggled. "I'm sure Michael won't mind."

Just at that moment, Emma heard the rattling of keys from the front door.

"Speak of the devil!" she giggled to herself.

The door swung open and the young man entered, looking tired and sweaty from a hard day's work. Michael was known to drop by the gym after a long shift at his boring office job, and today was no exception.

"Hey, Michael!" Emma said happily, greeting him from the kitchen. "How was your day?"

Michael just nodded, dropped his gym bag by the door and grunted in reply. He didn't look too happy, but Emma never let that dampen her spirits. He strolled through the kitchen, barely giving Emma a second glance, pushing past the girl to open up the fridge.

"So, how was work?" Emma asked again, trying to start a conversation. "Did anything interesting happen today?"

"Nope," Michael said, still facing the open refrigerator door. He pulled out a bottle of orange juice, shaking it to make sure there was still some left. Satisfied, he unscrewed the cap and drank straight from the bottle, ignoring the presence of the girl next to him.

This was one of Michael's habits that annoyed Emma. She had asked him repeatedly not to drink straight from the bottle, and yet he continued to do it anyway. While she could never get mad at the man, she still found herself a little frustrated at his disregard. In response, she just sighed and rolled her eyes, projecting her disappointment.

"What?" Michael asked, either oblivious or uncaring of the situation. Before Emma could respond, Michael noticed the vase on the counter. "When did we get flowers?"

"Oh, they're from my boyfriend," Emma said happily, trying to lighten the mood. "He got them for me this today. Aren't they beautiful?"

"Sure," Michael said, clearly disinterested.

"It was so sweet," Emma continued. "We had a lovely picnic date this morning. The weather was perfect. There was a little breeze, but it was nice and warm. You know, it's a shame you had to work today, I'm sure you would have enjoyed it."

Michael gave Emma an unamused look and continued to down the last of the orange juice. He placed the empty bottle on the counter and shut the refrigerator door. Once again, Emma sighed, picking up the bottle and placing it in the trash.

"What's with you?" Michael asked, confused.

Emma smirked at the man's lack of awareness. While Michael wasn't the perfect roommate, he was her best friend in the whole world. She'd long gotten used to his quirks and tidying up after him had become second nature. Any minor annoyance he caused her was completely overshadowed by the joy his company brought her.

"Nothing," she said, giving a teasing smile. "Just realising how badly you stink right now."

It was a joke, but there was some truth in her words. Michael did have a rather strong musk emanating from his body, added to that, all the beads of sweat covering his face and shirt were reason enough to make Emma take a step back and mime a disgusted look.

Michael just laughed, wiping his forehead with the back of his hand.

"Sorry," he said with a shrug, not sounding apologetic in the slightest. "It's hot outside."

"Uhuh," Emma replied, still looking the man up and down. "Why don't you go take a shower, and then I'll tell you all about my wonderful day."

"Does this 'wonderful day' involve more flowery descriptions of a boring date with your boring boyfriend?" Michael asked in a very deadpan tone. "Because if it does, then I think I'll pass."

"Don't be mean!" Emma scolded, lightly slapping his arm. "He's not boring, you know that. Besides, it was a really great day, I know you'll love to hear about it."

Michael shook his head, sarcastically pretending to think about the offer.

"I don't know," he said, shrugging his shoulders. "Not really much in it for me, is there?"

Emma laughed, rolling her eyes at the man. His deadpan humour was one of the many qualities that Emma adored. As carefree and dismissive as the man appeared to be, Emma knew that deep down he cared about her. The whole thing was a running joke between the two.

"Oh yeah?" She said, a coy smile on her face. "How can I convince you, then?"

"Well..." Michael said, taking a step closer. "How about instead of taking a shower and listening to your bullshit, we skip all that crap and you kneel down and lick my sweaty asshole clean?"

The obscene suggestion was delivered so casually. It took Emma a second to process what he had said. She never was interested in rimjobs at the best of times, the act always seemed so demeaning, especially for the person giving it. Thankfully, her boyfriend had never asked her to do such a thing, the sexual act was completely out of the realm of possibility and she'd never consider it in her day-to-day life.

"Sure," She finally said, smiling brightly as ever.

While the concept of rimming hardly crossed her mind at the best of times, it wasn't the first time Michael had asked her for such a thing. Like with all of her roommate's sexual requests, Emma agreed without hesitation. Any and all feelings on the matter were overshadowed by her overwhelming desire to please her beloved friend, no matter what.

Michael watched as the happy girl sank to her knees, her dress flowing behind her. The man smirked at the sight, the type of grin that on anybody else, Emma might've called lecherous, but coming from Michael, she only saw affection.

She was all too eager to perform the task, despite how distasteful she found it. The act of kneeling before this man was almost natural by this point, no longer needing to remind herself why she was doing this, all the reasons already ingrained in her subconscious. It's just what friends do.

Special friends. Friends like Michael, and only Michael. Emma would never do this for anyone else. The thought of doing anything sexual for another man was completely absurd, that would be cheating and Emma would never do that. And the thought of doing this particular act for her boyfriend, well, the very idea was laughable.

With Michael, however, things were different. Michael was her friend, her best friend. And best friends did these things for each other. They helped each other, they supported each other. And, sometimes, they even rimmed out their roommate's filthy asshole, just because they were asked to. It made perfect sense to her.

Slowly, and with a practiced grace, the girl reached out, her fingers tugging on the hem of his suit trousers. In one fluid motion, she unbuttoned his pants and pulled them down his thighs. Michael stepped out of them, kicking them to the side. The discarded clothes were quickly forgotten, as the girl's attention turned to the boxer shorts.

It was even more apparent that Michael had stopped by the gym. The smell was overpowering, the sweat practically soaking through the man's underwear. Emma couldn't help but giggle, it was so typically Michael, so wonderfully filthy. Her delicate fingers grasped the hem of his undergarment and she tugged them down. Just as before, Michael stepped out of the boxers, letting them fall to the floor.

"What are you laughing at?" Michael asked, his brow raised.

"You stink," Emma teased, the smile still bright on her face.

"Oh yeah?" Michael smirked, placing a firm grip on her head. "Take a deep breath then, bitch."

With a firm tug, Michael guided the girl's face to his sweaty crotch, her nose pressing against his ballsack. He felt the girl take a long sniff, inhaling the scent of his musky manhood.

"Eww..." Emma giggled playfully like she was being tickled. "You smell horrible!"

Emma couldn't deny the fact that the smell was disgusting. The overpowering scent was far stronger than she could have ever imagined. But, at the same time, she couldn't stop herself from taking another deep whiff. Michael had asked her to smell him, and the girl would do anything her friend asked of her.

As she buried her face in his crotch, Emma found that the strong odour was oddly comforting. She was far too used to her roommate's unique scent, even if it wasn't usually this potent. She took a few more sniffs, breathing in his musk, and feeling comforted by the familiarity.

"Look at you, Ems," Michael chuckled, stroking her hair. "Didn't realise you were such a filthy slut."

"Mmmm, I guess you bring out the worst in me," Emma giggled, playing along with Michael's crass joke. She nuzzled her nose against his sack, inhaling the smell one more time for good measure. Emma did not find the scent pleasant by any means, but she knew the man liked it when she indulged him, and the girl had no qualms about doing just that. "I could really get used to this..." Not an outright lie, as the smile that came with it was one hundred percent genuine.

"You're nasty," Michael chuckled, patting her head condescendingly.

"Mmmm, so are you," She whispered, pressing her lips to his ballsack, leaving a playful kiss. Her 'flirty' demeanour dropped back to a playful tease between friends as she added, "But seriously, you need a bath." She exaggerated a grimace as she poked a finger towards his crotch, pushing the stinky cock out of her face.

"Yeah," Michael said, a smirk still on his face. "But that's why I have you to take care of my personal hygiene."

Michael pushed his dirty cock against her face, the foul scent permeating the girl's senses. He'd given no clear command, so Emma simply knelt there and waited for Michael. All the while, Michael's cock rubbed and poked across the girl's pretty face, the sweaty shaft covering her in his scent.

The act went on for a few minutes. Emma knelt patiently, ignoring the slow numbing in her legs and focusing only on the task at hand. Her best guess was that Michael had gotten distracted from his original plan, he was always forgetful like that. Thankfully, the man didn't seem to be in a hurry, content to rub his balls and sweaty shaft across Emma's pretty face.

Finally, just as Michael was getting bored with slapping his dick across the girl's face, he noticed Emma wetting her lips, her tongue darting quickly out before resting back in place.

"Oh fuck, that's right," He chuckled to himself. "You were going to clean my ass."

"Yes, sir," Emma smiled, happy the man had finally remembered. Her legs were starting to ache, a dull pain but quickly becoming bothersome.

Michael turned around and placed both hands against the kitchen counter. He spread his legs, bending forward slightly. Emma had seen Michael's ass more times than she could count. The man had no concept of modesty and would happily walk around the house in nothing but his boxers, or less. But the sight of his hairy cheeks never ceased to amuse her.

"Alright, bitch," He commanded, a smug grin on his face. "Get in there and clean my ass. I wanna be spotless when you're done."

Without hesitation, the obedient girl moved her mouth into position, ready to do her duty. She licked her lips, trying her best to ignore the bitter taste that already filled her mouth, and planted a quick kiss on the left cheek. She heard a small chuckle from above, which encouraged her to continue.

Taking a deep breath, she closed her eyes and repositioned herself, taking pressure off her knees as she held on to his waist. Once comfortable, she moved her face into the sweaty crack. The moment her tongue touched his asshole, she felt a shudder of disgust, a natural instinctual reaction. But that was okay.

Friends like Emma did not let a silly thing like their own comfort stand in the way of doing something nice. If her best friend wanted her to lick his sweaty ass, then Emma would do so, no questions asked. Besides, she could handle the smell and the taste, she was used to it by now, and the familiarity of his scent was almost comforting.

"That's a good girl," Michael cooed, as he felt her tongue dart out, lapping at his dirty crack.

Emma's response was little more than a mumble, the sounds muffled as she continued to lap and lick, her face buried between his cheeks. Her tongue swirled and prodded, tasting the salty, bitter flavour of his sweaty asshole. She could feel the muscles relax and twitch beneath her probing tongue, as the man enjoyed the sensations she was giving him.

"Fuck, that's good," Michael groaned. "Lick it up you filthy whore."

Emma giggled at the compliment, along with the feeling of how Michael's legs tensed up as she circled her tongue around the edge of his asshole. She lapped and slurped, making sure to give a thorough cleaning, just as she had been asked. The bulk of the sweat had been cleaned up fairly quickly, a combination of her eagerness and her technique. But Emma was anything if not dedicated, so she continued licking and sucking until every last bit of sweat had been removed.

"Mmmm," Michael sighed, satisfied. "I think you're getting better at this."

Emma beamed with pride. Hearing Michael praise her always made her feel good. His words of encouragement were worth more than any gold star, or other meaningless praise she had received throughout her life. It was a special kind of reward, reserved only for her, and she cherished every moment.

"Thank you, Sir," She moaned between licks, her tongue never stopping its dutiful cleaning. "I live to please."

"Fuck yeah, you do..." Michael growled under his moans.

Emma's submissive comments were a new addition. Originally, Michael only ordered her to call him 'Sir' during a fun game they started playing where Emma tried on various costumes and acted as whatever he demanded, be it a nurse, a schoolgirl, a maid, a sluty secretary or anything else his mind could think of. Naturally, Emma paid for all the outfits herself.

A particular favourite of his was having Emma pretend to be her 'old self' and fall under his spell. She'd pretend it was her first day moving into the apartment and that Michael was just a regular friend instead of her best friend. When Michael would ask for sex, she'd act offended, telling him they were friends and nothing more, and that she had a boyfriend who'd she'd never cheat on. Then, she'd act like Michael was somehow controlling her actions and force her to do all sorts of sexual things, such as sucking his cock, or fingering herself. She'd act afraid, angry and confused, but would always submit to him in the end, telling him that she'd cheat on her boyfriend every single day if it made him happy.

It was a very specific roleplay game and Michael always laughed at how 'meta' the sex was. Emma didn't really understand the joke, but as long as Michael was having fun, that was all that mattered.

Soon, however, the word had started slipping out into everyday life. Like all things, it started as a joke. When Michael ordered her to go fetch him a beer, she replied with a sarcastic, "Right away, Sir." Once he was done fucking her 'teasing ass', Emma began using it more frequently, knowing how much the man liked it. Pretty soon, the title was part of her vocabulary.

Michael groaned again, pushing his ass further into her face.

"I'm glad you're enjoying it, Sir," Emma moaned, her tone sweet.

The girl's tongue darted in and out, licking up every inch of his crack, making sure to be thorough. There was more saliva than sweat covering his crack at this point, but the girl would never stop until Michael told her otherwise.

"Jerk me off!" Michael grunted. "Use both hands."

Obediently, Emma reached around, one hand taking hold of his rock-hard cock and the other cupping his balls, gently massaging them as she did so. She felt his cock pulse and twitch in her hands, and smiled to herself, knowing that he was enjoying himself.

"Fuck..." Michael moaned, as the girl pumped his cock and slurped away at his asshole. "You make such a good ass wipe."

Emma's hand worked his shaft up and down, her grip tightening around the base, then relaxing as her fist reached the head, only to start again a second later. Meanwhile, her tongue continued licking, her lips planting kisses and gentle sucks along his crack. She could feel his body shiver and his hips buck, and smiled to herself, knowing just how badly she was affecting him.

"Oh fuck!" Michael gasped again.

He was thrusting his hips now, making it harder for the girl to keep her mouth attached to his ass. Emma gripped him tighter, her hands moving faster and faster. The wet slapping sound echoed throughout the room, and the scent of sex and sweat filled her nostrils, mixing with the already overwhelming odour of his sweaty ass.

"God damn!" Michael grunted, his legs shaking as the girl worked her magic. The way he was reacting, Emma could tell the man was close. Each violent jerk of his hips, the way his cock throbbed, the low growls coming from his mouth, all signs that Michael was on the verge of orgasm.

Emma heard something on the kitchen counter rattle and slide, the sound of the vase being pushed closer to the edge, followed by a shattering of glass. The counter cut between the kitchen and the living room, the vase landing on the other side of them. A small part of Emma was sad that the flowers her boyfriend got her were ruined, but the thought was quickly dismissed. It didn't matter, not when Michael was on the verge of cumming, his pleasure was the only thing that mattered.

"Ugh!" Michael groaned. "Eat my ass... Eat it! You're a dirty fucking bitch!"

Emma moaned, her words inaudible between the slurps and the loud sucking noises coming from her lips.

"Oh fuck!" Michael gasped, his voice trembling.

He grabbed a handful of her hair, pushing her face further into his ass, while the other hand held her wrist, forcing her to pump his cock even harder. Emma accepted the man's rough treatment, forgoing even the air in her lungs to worship his filthy hole.

Michael's grunts became louder and louder. Emma could tell that he needed one last push, and gave it her all, pumping his cock and working her tongue with reckless abandon. There was a loud roar from above, and the girl felt his body tremble. Emma's efforts were rewarded by the feeling of his hand relaxing in her hair, allowing her to come up for air.

Even as she gasped, Emma did not stop her hand movements. Spurts of hot white cum erupted from his cock, spilling across the counter's drawers, as her fingers milked his shaft. She planted several soft kisses along his crack while she did this, licking the excess saliva away, and savouring the flavour. Not stopping her hand motions until every last drop had spilled out of him.

"Holy shit," Michael gasped, trying to catch his breath.

Emma grinned and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, the taste of his ass still on her lips. She gave his asshole one last kiss before she pulled herself away. Still not standing until Michael gave her the order.