— You’ve been delaying for the second week already. That’s not what we agreed on.
Ksenia Borisovna’s voice sounded even, but this calmness only made me feel worse. She was standing in the doorway of my room, leaning against the jamb, and looking at me intently. Tall, statuesque, 43 years old, with heavy eyes and a habit of never raising her voice. A former official, now a rentier. The apartment was inherited from her late husband, the colonel, and she rented out two rooms, keeping the living room for herself. I, a graduate student with a part—time job as a loader, got the room on occasion – the previous tenant ran away, and Ksenia Borisovna reduced the price.
— I understand. The customer is delaying the payment. Just a couple more days, and I’ll give it all away.
— Is a couple of days on Tuesday? Or next Monday? Make up your mind, Seryozha.
Seryozha. She always called me that, even though I was twenty-six and I introduced myself as Sergei. But he did not dare to contradict. Debt hung over me like a noose. Fifty thousand is a small amount for an adult, but it’s disastrous for me. The scholarship is cheap, the orders are irregular. I already borrowed from my classmates, but it was only enough for half.
“I’ll find it.” Honestly.
— Honestly, it’s good. But I need guarantees.
She came into the room and sat on my chair, crossing her legs. Her skirt tightened, revealing her full hips. I involuntarily followed his gaze and immediately looked away. If he notices, it will be worse.
“Guarantees?” I have no possessions. The laptop is old, and so is the phone.
“I’m not interested in your possessions, Seryozha. I’m interested in you.
The pause dragged on. I could feel my ears turning red. She looked at me like a product in a shop window.
“You’re a tough guy. You work as a loader, so you’re tough. I’ve been thinking: the debt can be worked off. Not with money.
“How?”
— My friend is coming to visit me today. Or rather, not just a friend. Larisa and I sometimes relax together. You will serve us. All evening. You’ll do whatever we say. No objections or unnecessary questions. If everything goes well, the debt is closed. Even more: you can stay here at a big discount.
My heart thumped in my throat.
“How’s that supposed to work?” Should I cook dinner? Clean up?
She grinned.
— Dinner, cleaning up is a matter of course. But that’s not what I’m talking about. You will serve us personally. In bed. Or rather, not just in bed. I’ve noticed for a long time how you look at my underwear when it’s drying in the bathroom. Do you think I’m blind?
Everything snapped inside. She really noticed. A couple of times I couldn’t resist and looked at her lace sets, even picked them up. I even pressed it to my face once, inhaling the scent. I thought it was unnoticeable.
“I’m not…
“Don’t lie. I can smell people like you from miles away. Quiet, humble, ready to do anything for approval. You’ve already agreed, you’re just afraid to admit it. So?
I was silent. She took it as a sign of agreement.
“Then listen carefully. You’re going to the bathroom now. You’re tidying yourself up. Shave your face, armpits, and everything else. Especially everything else. Then you can wear what I give you. And you’re waiting in the living room on your knees. Larisa will be here in an hour. Any questions?
“What should I wear?”
“You’ll see. Go.
She got up and left, leaving me completely at a loss. My legs were shaking, but a strange, lingering excitement was spreading inside. That’s the feeling when fear mixes with the anticipation of humiliation, and you no longer understand where one ends and the other begins.
I shaved my face thoroughly in the bathroom. Then, after a moment’s hesitation, he shaved off his armpit hair. Then, blushing all over himself, in the groin. The smooth skin felt strange and sharp. There was a package hanging on a hook. Inside, she found black stockings with a wide elastic band and lace panties—clearly her own. I pulled them on, feeling the cool silk hug my buttocks and thighs. The stockings fit perfectly — Ksenia Borisovna clearly knew my size, or just guessed it. When I saw myself in the mirror, naked, in women’s underwear, with a hairless body and a pricked penis that treacherously bulged out of the lace, I almost came from just the sight.
Exactly an hour later, I was kneeling in the center of the living room. There was a soft carpet on the floor. There was a dim light in the room. Ksenia Borisovna came out to me in a silk dressing gown and, seeing my outfit, nodded with satisfaction.
— Not bad. The panties are a little tight, but okay. Put your hands behind your back. Keep your head down.
The doorbell rang when I’d been on my knees for about ten minutes, and my joints started to ache. Ksenia Borisovna opened it. I heard them hug and exchange some phrases, and Larisa came into the room. A plump, short woman with short hair and piercing eyes. She was wearing a pantsuit and heavy jewelry. When she saw me, she whistled.
“I told you I owed you one.” This is a ready-made slave.
“I promised you,— Ksenia Borisovna grinned. — The boy is accommodating. Isn’t that right, Seryozha?
—Yes,— I managed.
“That’s great. Bring us some wine, glasses are on the table. And don’t get up from your knees. Crawling.
For the next half hour, I crawled around the living room, serving drinks and snacks. The women were sitting on the couch, drinking wine and talking about me as if I were a piece of furniture.
— Do you think he’s diligent?
— Let’s check it out now. Seryozha, crawl closer.
I got closer. Ksenia Borisovna kicked off her slippers and held out her bare foot to me.
“Kiss me.” Every finger. With feeling.
I started kissing her foot. My skin was cool and smooth after a recent shower. I took each finger in my mouth, ran my tongue between them, and I was overcome by a wave of shame mixed with excitement. Larisa watched with interest, puffing on a thin cigarette.
— The language is long. It’ll come in handy,” she said.
“Try it,— Ksenia Borisovna leaned back on the sofa. “Just me first.” Seryozha, it’s higher now. And take off my panties with your teeth.
I reached for her hips. He grabbed the elastic band of her lace panties with his teeth and pulled her down. The fabric slid over the smooth skin. She stood up to help, and I pulled them down to my ankles. The smell hit my nose—tart, spicy. I buried my face in her crotch, found her clitoris with my tongue and sexrasskaz.com He began to work. Diligently, methodically, as I studied with my ex, only now realizing that my studies were just a pathetic rehearsal.
—Oh, he really can. I didn’t expect it. Larisa, look how diligent he is.
She moaned as I pushed my tongue deeper. I could taste her, feel her throbbing, and I was already on edge. My cock was throbbing in my lace panties, but I didn’t dare touch myself. Larisa, meanwhile, undressed and sat on the sofa next to her, spreading her full thighs.
— Now it’s my turn. Let’s see how versatile you are, Seryozha.
I crawled over to her. Larisa’s smell was different—sharper, with an admixture of tobacco and sweat. I ran my tongue along the inside of her thigh, getting to her crotch.
“No,— she said. “From the back first. Show me how you can lick your ass.
I froze for a second, but only for a second. He pushed back the buttock with his tongue and touched the tip itself. Salty taste, tight flesh, unusual sensation. I began to lick, thrusting my tongue as deep as I could. Larisa sighed contentedly.
— Diligent. Ksyusha, you have a diamond eye. You can’t miss such a client.
Then they changed, and I moved from one to the other. From the vagina to the anus and back. At some point, Ksenia Borisovna grabbed my hair and pressed my face against her crotch, practically not allowing me to breathe. I was gasping for breath, but I kept working with my tongue. The excitement reached such an extent that I could no longer control myself.
— Now there will be a climax, — announced Ksenia Borisovna. “Get up.” Follow me to the bathroom. You, Laris, go too.
In the bathroom, she told me to lie on my back in the empty tub. The cold enameled metal burned his skin. The women stood on the sides.
— Did you want to work off the debt? You’ll work it out now. Lie still and don’t close your eyes.
It took me a moment to realize what was going to happen. And when I realized, it was too late. A hot stream hit my chest, flowed down my stomach. The pungent smell of ammonia filled the bathroom. Ksenia Borisovna squatted down and urinated on me, and the jet drew patterns on my skin. Then Larisa joined her, and already two streams were pouring over my body and face. I involuntarily squeezed my eyes shut, and immediately received a light slap in the face.
“I said don’t close your eyes.
I opened it. A stream got on my cheek and flowed to my lips. I instinctively licked my lips and felt the salty taste. I was shaking. Not from the cold, but from the humiliation, beyond, unthinkable, and from the excitement that tore me from the inside out.
“You can finish now,” Ksenia Borisovna allowed. —Just like that, without touching yourself.”
And I came. Without hands, without stimulation, shuddering all over my body as the hot jets continued to wash over me. The sperm mixed with the urine, flowing down the drain hole. I lay exhausted, exhausted, and I could hear them laughing at me.
—The debt is closed,— Ksenia Borisovna announced, wiping her hands on a towel. — Even with an overpayment. Get yourself cleaned up and you can be free. Although… if you want to repeat it, you’re welcome. I’m even willing to pay you for such sessions. You’re a great asshole, Seryozha. Better than many men.
Larisa, getting dressed, added:
“And you lick your ass really well.” It’s a rare talent, appreciate it.
A week later, I actually did it again. A month later, he moved out of his room and into the master bedroom. Ksenia Borisovna framed it as an “exchange of services.” I gave her massages, licked her after work, served her guests, and she covered all my debts and even paid a scholarship, as she called it. Sometimes I found myself thinking that this was my real place. And looking at myself in the mirror, I couldn’t agree more.