The Rent Agreement

Disclaimer: This series deals with themes of cheating and dubious consent.

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The panic that gripped Leah the next morning was in stark contrast to the dream-like euphoria from the night before. She immediately noticed the wet puddle of semen she'd been sleeping on, and could feel more of it still deep inside of her.

How could I let this happen?

She shot out of bed and trotted to the bathroom awkwardly, careful not to part her legs too much. The second she sat on the toilet, a big glob of cum dripped out of her. She watched in bewilderment as she pushed out more of Ethan's invasive fluids. There was so much of it, which shouldn't have been surprising given how many times she'd seen him ejaculate, but the sheer volume of it seemed far more threatening now. She had never had so much as a small accident, always visually confirming that the condom remained intact after sex, and now here she was with what seemed like ten of Josh's loads coming out of her. The potent seed had spent the entire night soaking into her, swarming her womb. She shakily tapped at her phone and checked her cycle app, which to her relief indicated that she was well outside of her fertile window.

The next few weeks were tricky. The agreement had officially expired, and Leah was back to being the normal, faithful girlfriend she was supposed to be, or at least, she was trying. It did help that Josh had regained some of his lost confidence, and seemed determined to get their lives back on track. He was diligent at work, helping around the apartment more, and even initiating intimacy with her. They would have sex every few nights, and it was getting better. Leah was also focused on improving the shared experience by being more open about what she wanted in bed, a useful side-effect of the sexual awakening Ethan had brought about in her. She was getting comfortable instructing her boyfriend on how to more effectively please her. Little by little, Josh was gaining a better understanding of how to pace himself and build a steady rhythm that could bring his girlfriend to orgasm. Leah was able to cum with him, but only ever once per session, and after much effort and focus.

It seemed that everything was going to be fine, but unfortunately, the improvements didn't last very long. After the honeymoon phase of his new job was over with, Leah observed Josh's demeanor shifting. He was spending more time at the office, and always seemed stressed about something. She made every effort to console him, and be available for whatever he needed, but he wasn't opening up. He'd even gotten short with her on a couple of occasions, insisting that he didn't want to talk, opting instead to be alone. The short-lived upward trend in their relationship had begun to take a turn for the worse, and Leah didn't know what to do about it.

In addition to Josh's own troubles, Leah, despite her determination to be faithful, couldn't help but compare every aspect of their lovemaking to the far more intense experiences she'd had with her roommate. Every time her boyfriend was inside of her, her mind would inevitably wander to Ethan and his big cock. She had learned with him that her strongest sexual reactions were achieved by fully submitting to a dominant partner, and she craved the naughty feeling of being manhandled and treated like a slut. Perhaps Josh could learn eventually, but whenever she encouraged him to take control, he would fall short of what her body truly yearned for. She tried earnestly to ignore the idea that his personality just wasn't compatible with what she needed in a sexual partner, but the thought was wearing on her mind and becoming increasingly difficult to shrug off.

What had once been more than enough to satisfy her was barely getting the job done now. Her boyfriend's perfectly average dick, covered in the smooth rubber condom, felt fine. But is

fine

enough anymore, she wondered. She longed for the overwhelming feeling of Ethan's huge, bare manhood stretching her open and making her cum over and over again. She hoped that with more time, she would be able to forget about her well-endowed roommate's skills in the bedroom, and learn to be content. That would be a whole lot easier though if the boisterous man wasn't always around. Every time she laid eyes on him she was reminded of how he could make her feel, and her body would react accordingly. He would still make suggestive comments towards her, as he always did, but now she would subtly flirt back instead of fleeing in disgust. She remembered the days when his behavior was nothing short of appalling, but it was different now that after everything they had been through together.

******

One morning, after Josh had left for work, Leah was sitting on the couch and planning what she would do with her free day. Ethan strolled out of his room in nothing but a small towel around his waist.

"Morning, sexy," he greeted her with a wide smile.

"Hey, creep" she replied, unable to prevent her eyes from scanning his impressive physique.

"Can I use your shower? Mine's fucked up apparently."

"Ew. Hell no," she said playfully, feigning a look of disgust.

"Come on... I'm not that gross, see?" He walked over to her and stood a foot away, invading her personal space. His scent filled her nostrils and she felt her face flush, his crotch at her eye level.

"Get out of my face, dude," Leah said with a scowl. Her gaze however, remained fixed on him, anticipating that he would try something.

"Make me," he challenged.

She looked straight ahead at the bulge that was growing beneath his towel. She knew too well the monster that lay dormant in there, and was tempted to reach for it. She ignored the wetness that was forming in her pussy, and crossed her arms, as if to lock them into place so that she wouldn't lose control. "Nice try. You're just trying to get me to touch you!"

Ethan ignored her accusation. "You look hot in that top by the way."

Leah's eyes darted down to her chest, which she had inadvertently pushed up by tightly crossing her arms, making her cleavage more prominent. She quickly adjusted herself and stammered, "Don't get any ideas!"

"Oh, I've got a few ideas alright," he muttered, while his erection continued to grow, now forming a large tent in the cotton enclosure.

The aroused girlfriend was practically salivating as her roommate's big cock drew nearer and nearer to her face. "Like what?" She asked, almost whispering. She regretted the moment of weakness as soon as the words spilled out of her mouth.

"Well, if you're not gonna let me use your shower, I can think of another way you can help me get clean." Ethan dropped his towel suddenly, and his fully hard cock sprung out, bobbing up and down mere inches from her lips.

Leah's mind was reeling. The inner conflict at that moment was absolutely deafening as two sides of her brain battled for control. That big juicy dick that had been plaguing her mind was right in front of her, and she could have it, but it would destroy all of her efforts to restore her fractured morality. After several seconds of struggling, she turned her head away from him. "Go ahead and shower."

"Was that so hard?" Ethan chuckled, snatching up his towel and heading for the bathroom. He closed the door and Leah was left alone, her panties now soaked, and a light sweat on her brow. She felt a sense of victory wash over her, and couldn't help but grin to herself. She returned her attention to her phone where she had been browsing for deals on group classes that she could attend that day. She had her eye on a wine and painting class that still had openings for that afternoon. It sounded like a fun way to spend some time, and she tapped on the item to read the details.

Her mind kept diverting her focus though, and images of her roommate's lathered up naked body in her shower kept intruding on her thoughts. She wondered what he would do if she were to sneak in there. He'd probably take it as a sign of her changing her mind, and wouldn't let her get away. Her hand subconsciously dropped to her mound and she lightly rubbed herself over her thin shorts. She imagined him roughly pulling her into the shower and ripping her wet clothes off of her. He would call her out for being a cheating slut that couldn't help but come to him as he stuffed his big cock into her. Leah's pussy ached as she fantasized about Ethan fucking her brains out in the steamy confined space and making her cum all over him. Just as she was about to slip her fingers into her waistband, the sound of the shower turning off stopped her.

She looked at her phone again, idly scrolling, but mainly listening. After a minute or two, the door swung open and Ethan emerged, his broad shoulders glistening with water droplets. "Mmm that felt good! Thanks."

"You better get yours fixed soon. The last thing I need is you stinking up my squeaky clean shower," she teased.

"So what are you up to today?" He asked.

"Uh... Actually, I was going to check out this wine and painting class!" She explained, holding out her phone. "It's nearby, a few hours from now, and it's pretty affordable."

"That sounds fun. Sign me up!" Ethan smiled, noting her confused expression. "I took the day off."

"Oh, um. Okay, sure." She was surprised, but couldn't think of a reason why he shouldn't tag along.

"Hey, Leah?"

"What?"

"You left these in there by the way," he explained, producing a pair of her cotton panties and tossing them at her before opening his bedroom door. "See you in a bit."

The green fabric flew across the room and landed squarely in her lap. Leah's jaw dropped as she realized that her underwear was completely soaked in sticky cum. "What the fuck?" She muttered to herself as she examined the soiled material. There was no mistaking Ethan's fresh, creamy semen which covered every inch of the clothing. The milky-white substance dripped down her fingers, and a large glob of it dropped onto her thigh. She hastily rose to her feet, panicked that it would stain the couch, and strode towards the bathroom to wash them off. She turned on the water, but something stopped her from throwing them into the sink.

Leah stared at the gooey puddle in her hands for a moment while her highly aroused sex throbbed. Without thinking, she placed Ethan's mess on the counter and hurriedly pulled her clothes off. Her sticky cum-covered fingers were on her sopping pussy in an instant, and she slathered his seed all over her lips, finally giving her clit the attention it had been so desperately craving. She moaned under her breath as she dipped a coated finger into her cunt. She felt so dirty and depraved to be pleasuring herself with his ejaculate, but it was an incredible turn on. She gathered more of it and rubbed it into her chest, tasting her finger before pushing more of it past her slit and into her entrance.

This doesn't count as cheating

, she told herself. Sure, she was getting off on being a nasty cum slut with her roommate's load, but no one had to know. She was just taking care of her needs. She took three freshly slimed fingers and inserted them into her, imagining Ethan's thick cock was cumming inside of her again. "Oh fuck..." She murmured quietly as she fingered herself more aggressively. She needed to climax so badly, and moved to lay on the floor, sprawling out on her back with the semen rag in hand. Leah didn't care at that moment how filthy she was being, acting mostly on instinct, and allowing her horniest thoughts to take control. Using her ruined panties like a sponge, she smeared the viscous substance all over her body while she finger fucked her pussy. Overwhelmed with the taste, smell, and feeling of her roommate's spunk, she moaned deeply as she finally achieved an orgasm, writhing on the bathroom floor.

I'm such a disgusting little slut for you. You knew what you were doing by giving me this obscene little gift...

When the pleasure finally subsided, the young girlfriend was forced to confront what she had just done. "Fuck... What's wrong with me?" She muttered to herself. Leah was learning more and more just how dangerous her extreme lust could be, capable of transforming her into some sort of sex-crazed animal. At least she had managed to contain herself to the privacy of her bathroom, she figured. She wiped away the semen that spilled onto the floor and counter before stepping into the shower with her underwear and cleaning every trace of Ethan's remains.

******

The time to depart for the event had arrived, and Leah met her roommate at the front door dressed in a low-cut, blue summer dress. She'd made up her mind that the outfit was worn enough that the threat of paint didn't matter, and told herself that it had nothing to do with the fact that Ethan always seemed to check her out while she was wearing it. He greeted her, dawning a well-fitted button up with his sleeves rolled up, and a clean pair of shorts. She worried that not acknowledging what he had done earlier was a sign of complacency, but decided to leave it alone, hoping they could pretend it never happened. He offered to drive them, and they proceeded down the elevator and into his sports car. Leah made herself comfortable on the cool leather seat, noting that the interior was as immaculate as the man's bedroom, and smelled fresh.

After a short drive to the community center, the duo entered the large space and considered their surroundings. A dozen or so easels were arranged in a semi-circle, with various tables and materials scattered about. The newcomers checked in with a middle-aged woman who appeared to be running the event, and chose a glass of wine from a collection that had already been poured. Half of the stations were occupied so far, and Ethan led the way to two empty seats. "Cheers," he said, clinking his glass against hers. "Thanks for letting me tag along."

"No prob! This will be fun," she replied genuinely.

Just as they settled in and began sipping their drinks, the coordinator woman's voice caught their attention. "What? Oh no... Well that's very unfortunate... Uh huh... And you don't have a friend or colleague you can call? I see... Well, alright then. Feel better. Okay, bye." The distress in her tone had the entire class turning to face her in curiosity. She let out a long sigh and addressed the room, "That was today's model. He's just informed me that he has come down with the flu, and won't be able to join us today... Despite already demanding a hefty deposit..." The woman tried to maintain a level of professionalism, but was clearly frustrated.

"Ohh, was this a naked body type of painting class?" Ethan asked Leah excitedly.

She thumbed through her phone, finding the descriptive text she had glazed over before:

Human anatomy - the nude male form

. "Apparently," she answered, showing him the screen.

"I think I have the perfect solution then," he said confidently. "Ma'am?" He inquired loudly, straightening up in his seat and raising his hand to grab her attention.

"Yes, young man?" She looked up from her device which she'd presumably been frantically texting on.

"I'd be more than happy to fill in as a replacement," he announced, standing tall and striking a pose.

"Is that right? Gosh, that would be just absolutely perfect. I've been trying to get this class going again for a long time," the older woman stated gleefully, her eyes scanning his body up and down. "Honey, I can't thank you enough for this. The human body is my favorite subject to paint by far, and always makes for the most wonderful shared experience. You have the ideal figure, if you don't mind me saying, and you'll really be saving the day." She flattered him, her excitement drawing the attention of the others in the room. I'll be sure you are paid very well for your services, of course!" The instructor added, offering a clipboard and a warm smile. "If you would just sign this standard little contract, we can get started!" Ethan reached out and accepted the form, matching the woman's positive energy.

Leah watched her confident roommate with a dumbstruck expression. She couldn't believe how quickly he had volunteered for something so daring. Her eyes darted around the room and observed that most of the attendees were women. Most seemed fairly older than her, and more than a few were staring at Ethan with great interest. As the man fiddled with the paperwork, Leah felt the host's attention turn to her.

"Hello there. I'm Janice by the way. And how do you two know each other?" She asked warmly.

Leah hesitated, and Ethan answered for her. "We're a couple," he stated, wrapping an arm around her torso and squeezing her against him.

"Well that's lovely. You two make a gorgeous pair," Janice complimented, before taking the clipboard back from Ethan. "All set. Allow me to show you to the dressing room."

"Be right back," he said, winking at his mock-girlfriend, and following the woman down a hallway.

Leah waited for a few minutes in anticipation, staring at her blank canvas. She thought she may have felt some of the other women studying her, trying to figure out the supposed girlfriend of this handsome mystery man who was about to expose himself to the crowd. Janice came bouncing back to the group, and soon after Ethan emerged in a white robe. He was shown a reference picture, and he nodded understandingly, taking his place in the center of the room. He confidently undid the tie at his waist and the robe fell to the floor. A deafening silence fell over the crowd as each individual feasted their eyes on the bare, athletic specimen before them.

"Wow," one woman broke the lull, clamping a hand over her mouth in embarrassment of her public reaction. A few other women couldn't fully stifle their giggles. Leah could tell their eyes had made their way down his chiseled abs and onto his hefty cock. Even flaccid, it was likely the biggest they had ever seen in person, at least that was the case for her that first morning she woke up in his bed with it lodged against her ass.

Janice spoke up suddenly after clearing her throat, undoubtedly a little taken aback herself, and began lecturing the class on the basics of capturing human anatomy. Ethan struck his simple pose, smiling smugly, and settled into his role. Leah couldn't help but admire how natural he looked up there, proudly showing off his statuesque body for the group of strangers to study every inch of.

The event carried on with the attendees scrawling at their canvases, and the excitable Janice darting between stations to shower the amateurs with praise and advice. After a half hour or so, she called for a quick break, at which point many people roamed to the serving table for more wine. Ethan joined Leah at her easel, eager to see her progress.

"Woah, that's pretty good!" He encouraged.

Leah couldn't help but laugh. The whole experience was surreal, casually discussing her replication of her fully nude roommate in public with his exposed dick a mere foot from her face. "No... You think so? Janice does make it kinda easy. She showed me how to start with these basic lines, and how to get the proportions right."

"You're a natural, kid. Real talent," he jested, tousling her hair a bit.

A party of three middle-aged women approached the pair, beaming at Ethan like school girls. One of them spoke, clearly emboldened by the wine, "Just wanted to say we're big fans of your work." She looked him up and down suggestively. "Can we get a picture with you hot-stuff?"

Ethan just laughed it off, "Sure!"

The woman handed her phone to Leah, not bothering to ask, and the trio surrounded the acting model. Leah snapped a quick, effortless photo and held it out for the owner to reclaim. With a warm thank you to Ethan, and a couple of not so subtle caresses of his skin, they gave a brief nod of acknowledgement to his supposed girlfriend and shuffled off back to their stations.