Odust
09-30-2007, 06:28 PM
So this will have to serve as my introduction post! Hi. I'm Odust. Criticism, constructive or otherwise, appreciated.
The Freeloader, part 1
For as long as Sarah could remember, Robbie had been a layabout. Never willing to carry his own weight, she had helped her older brother out financially since she turned sixteen and had even tried to set him up with her friends. Years of supporting him while he refused to support himself and a complete lack of appreciation had fostered a deep resentment. When he dropped out of college in his junior year, Sarah had just started her freshman year. She and her best friend Heather had just signed the lease on an apartment near the campus. Eager to begin their college experience, the two friends went to the bookstore to purchase their textbooks and some university apparel when Robbie, having recently withdrawn from the school, spotted them and made his way over.
Heather saw him first and pretended not to recognize him, attempting to lead Sarah away instead. Unfortunately, Robbie wasn't easily avoided and he sped up to catch them, leering at Heather's ass all the while. He had always found Heather sexy but the athletic brunette wanted nothing to do with him and found his perpetual unwanted advances creepy and more than a little pathetic. As the pace quickened, Robbie called out 'Sis!' Just then, Heather positioned herself between Sarah and her brother. When Sarah turned to look, she saw only the taller girl's breasts and was pushed along. Before Heather could haul her out the door, however, Robbie called out again 'Sarah!' and this time, his sister could not be hurried along. In the interest of their friendship, Heather didn't make a scene when the shorter blonde girl agreed to let Robbie the freeloader live with them until he 'got back on his feet.' Even while Robbie stared at her tits, Heather held her tongue and just agreed amicably with Sarah. The two girls had been friends for almost ten years and Heather hated watching Robbie pull Sarah down. Beyond her disgust with Robbie for being a drain on Sarah's life and his constant lecherous behavior, Heather now had a new reason to hate him. For the last five years she had felt attracted to Sarah and thought that once in college, away from friends and family, having the privacy they never got at home, she could discuss their relationship. In one fell swoop, Robbie had crushed her romantic aspirations and her hopeful outlook on life at college and so while he ogled her tits and secured himself a spot on their couch, she smiled, nodded, and daydreamed about shoving his balls down his throat.
The first few weeks of their new living arrangement made it clear that Robbie had no intention of contributing anything. He had no job, no car, and no life. He sat around the apartment in his underwear, occasionally making lewd comments to Heather when Sarah wasn't around and trying to catch glimpses of the brunette on the toilet and in the shower, and played online games on his laptop. He made himself meals with their food and didn't share, he used their dishes and couldn't even be bothered to rinse them and put them in the microwave, and he rarely cleaned up after himself in the bathroom, often not even flushing the toilet after himself. Heather kept her rage to herself, focusing on thoughts of the day she and Sarah would be able to pursue their lives without such burdens. Sarah made up excuses for Robbie and tried to justify his behavior, rationalizing her role as his doormat. The parties they had planned to host and the friends they hoped to invite over never happened because they were too embarassed by Robbie and his mess. Unbeknownst to the two girls, Robbie was not only filling the living room, kitchen, and bathroom with his filth but he was also intruding into Heather's room when she went to class each day. While she was out, he would creep into her room and go through her laundry, masturbating with her panties while lying on her bed.
One fateful day, Heather returned home early as her Women's Studies course had been cancelled. In his bliss, Robbie hadn't heard her come in and he lay on his bed, unaware that he was being observed as he stroked away at his panty wrapped penis. She wanted to scream, she wanted to kill him, and she really wanted to sterilize him with her bare hands. Instead, she slipped back out and waited for Sarah in the hall. Sarah arrived, weary from a tough day of classes, lustrous, fragrant blonde hair in disarray from the wind, sweating from carrying her overloaded backpack, the straps of which pressed her breasts together, up the stairs. At the sight of her tired and disheveled friend, Heather was conflicted. She was thrilled to see the object of her affection and eager to help her relax after a hard day and yet she was also apprehensive. She wanted to tell her about Robbie but didn't want to upset her. It took all of her resolve to stop her short friend in the hall and quietly relate Robbie's history of crude behavior and his most recent, most severe transgression. The two agreed to take drastic action and Heather's heart leapt.
The next day, they acted normally and didn't give any indication that they knew about Robbie's nasty little habit. Heather quite enjoyed herself that morning, taking care to wear her shortest black skirt, her high heeled midcalf boots, and a corset-inspired top that showcased her cleavage. She took an unusually long time making breakfast and preparing for class, showing off her legs, tits, and ass so that Robbie would be sure to jack off that night. When she and Sarah left at 1pm, they went to the cafe by the apartments instead of attending class. After about an hour, when they were certain to catch him in the act, they went back to the apartment and made their way quietly inside. As they thought, Robbie was already on Heather's bed, holding the lace panties Heather had left out for him to his face with one hand and furiously pumping his cock with the other. Years of resentment and a torrent of disgust taking over her, Sarah was the one who interupted his festivities, 'What the hell do you think you're doing, you fucking pig?'
Robbie knew there was no other way to interpret this and went straight to apologies while trying to stand up out of bed with his briefs entangling his ankles. His first insincere 'I'm sorry' hadn't even cleared his lips before Sarah's sneaker clad foot crashed right through his hands and into his naked nutsack. With a broad smile and a growing state of arousal, Heather looked on as Sarah once again smashed Robbie's tender testes into his pelvis. Full of fury and a newfound sense of power and self confidence, the blonde shouted at him while he sank to the floor clutching his nuts. 'You worthless piece of shit,' she cried and kicked at his ribs, 'you have been bringing me down my entire life!' At that, Heather stepped forward to place an encouraging hand on Sarah's shoulder while he rolled about on the floor. 'Sarah, maybe we should gag him so he doesn't make so much noise?' When Sarah agreed, Heather knew that the day was only going to get better.
The Freeloader, part 1
For as long as Sarah could remember, Robbie had been a layabout. Never willing to carry his own weight, she had helped her older brother out financially since she turned sixteen and had even tried to set him up with her friends. Years of supporting him while he refused to support himself and a complete lack of appreciation had fostered a deep resentment. When he dropped out of college in his junior year, Sarah had just started her freshman year. She and her best friend Heather had just signed the lease on an apartment near the campus. Eager to begin their college experience, the two friends went to the bookstore to purchase their textbooks and some university apparel when Robbie, having recently withdrawn from the school, spotted them and made his way over.
Heather saw him first and pretended not to recognize him, attempting to lead Sarah away instead. Unfortunately, Robbie wasn't easily avoided and he sped up to catch them, leering at Heather's ass all the while. He had always found Heather sexy but the athletic brunette wanted nothing to do with him and found his perpetual unwanted advances creepy and more than a little pathetic. As the pace quickened, Robbie called out 'Sis!' Just then, Heather positioned herself between Sarah and her brother. When Sarah turned to look, she saw only the taller girl's breasts and was pushed along. Before Heather could haul her out the door, however, Robbie called out again 'Sarah!' and this time, his sister could not be hurried along. In the interest of their friendship, Heather didn't make a scene when the shorter blonde girl agreed to let Robbie the freeloader live with them until he 'got back on his feet.' Even while Robbie stared at her tits, Heather held her tongue and just agreed amicably with Sarah. The two girls had been friends for almost ten years and Heather hated watching Robbie pull Sarah down. Beyond her disgust with Robbie for being a drain on Sarah's life and his constant lecherous behavior, Heather now had a new reason to hate him. For the last five years she had felt attracted to Sarah and thought that once in college, away from friends and family, having the privacy they never got at home, she could discuss their relationship. In one fell swoop, Robbie had crushed her romantic aspirations and her hopeful outlook on life at college and so while he ogled her tits and secured himself a spot on their couch, she smiled, nodded, and daydreamed about shoving his balls down his throat.
The first few weeks of their new living arrangement made it clear that Robbie had no intention of contributing anything. He had no job, no car, and no life. He sat around the apartment in his underwear, occasionally making lewd comments to Heather when Sarah wasn't around and trying to catch glimpses of the brunette on the toilet and in the shower, and played online games on his laptop. He made himself meals with their food and didn't share, he used their dishes and couldn't even be bothered to rinse them and put them in the microwave, and he rarely cleaned up after himself in the bathroom, often not even flushing the toilet after himself. Heather kept her rage to herself, focusing on thoughts of the day she and Sarah would be able to pursue their lives without such burdens. Sarah made up excuses for Robbie and tried to justify his behavior, rationalizing her role as his doormat. The parties they had planned to host and the friends they hoped to invite over never happened because they were too embarassed by Robbie and his mess. Unbeknownst to the two girls, Robbie was not only filling the living room, kitchen, and bathroom with his filth but he was also intruding into Heather's room when she went to class each day. While she was out, he would creep into her room and go through her laundry, masturbating with her panties while lying on her bed.
One fateful day, Heather returned home early as her Women's Studies course had been cancelled. In his bliss, Robbie hadn't heard her come in and he lay on his bed, unaware that he was being observed as he stroked away at his panty wrapped penis. She wanted to scream, she wanted to kill him, and she really wanted to sterilize him with her bare hands. Instead, she slipped back out and waited for Sarah in the hall. Sarah arrived, weary from a tough day of classes, lustrous, fragrant blonde hair in disarray from the wind, sweating from carrying her overloaded backpack, the straps of which pressed her breasts together, up the stairs. At the sight of her tired and disheveled friend, Heather was conflicted. She was thrilled to see the object of her affection and eager to help her relax after a hard day and yet she was also apprehensive. She wanted to tell her about Robbie but didn't want to upset her. It took all of her resolve to stop her short friend in the hall and quietly relate Robbie's history of crude behavior and his most recent, most severe transgression. The two agreed to take drastic action and Heather's heart leapt.
The next day, they acted normally and didn't give any indication that they knew about Robbie's nasty little habit. Heather quite enjoyed herself that morning, taking care to wear her shortest black skirt, her high heeled midcalf boots, and a corset-inspired top that showcased her cleavage. She took an unusually long time making breakfast and preparing for class, showing off her legs, tits, and ass so that Robbie would be sure to jack off that night. When she and Sarah left at 1pm, they went to the cafe by the apartments instead of attending class. After about an hour, when they were certain to catch him in the act, they went back to the apartment and made their way quietly inside. As they thought, Robbie was already on Heather's bed, holding the lace panties Heather had left out for him to his face with one hand and furiously pumping his cock with the other. Years of resentment and a torrent of disgust taking over her, Sarah was the one who interupted his festivities, 'What the hell do you think you're doing, you fucking pig?'
Robbie knew there was no other way to interpret this and went straight to apologies while trying to stand up out of bed with his briefs entangling his ankles. His first insincere 'I'm sorry' hadn't even cleared his lips before Sarah's sneaker clad foot crashed right through his hands and into his naked nutsack. With a broad smile and a growing state of arousal, Heather looked on as Sarah once again smashed Robbie's tender testes into his pelvis. Full of fury and a newfound sense of power and self confidence, the blonde shouted at him while he sank to the floor clutching his nuts. 'You worthless piece of shit,' she cried and kicked at his ribs, 'you have been bringing me down my entire life!' At that, Heather stepped forward to place an encouraging hand on Sarah's shoulder while he rolled about on the floor. 'Sarah, maybe we should gag him so he doesn't make so much noise?' When Sarah agreed, Heather knew that the day was only going to get better.