Your day started out normal enough, right up until the text from your roommate telling you "we outta food, bitch" which of course prompted you to inform that "fucking loser" that that's because someone doesn't ever do any shopping. Just like someone doesn't do the dishes or clean the bathroom either. All of which returned a simple response indicative of someone who was trying their best to enjoy their day off while you slaved away at work: "bitch."

Such exchanges were typical with your roommate, even in person. Neither of you took the other terribly seriously, and complaints were a part of the banter. You went without it after that exchange for a few hours before he apparently came up with a brilliant idea. "Yo," you received in the most bland manner possible. "If you bring the meats, I'll cook it," he offered, which seemed like a rather direct way of saying he didn't want to put on real clothes and drive on his day off, but at least it was a compromise.

To be fair, you'd probably be happy to spend the day wandering in your underwear too, if you could have. But maybe you could do as much at least for the evening today. Just bring back some food, have a nice meal cooked for you while you got to do fuck all... seemed fair.

Happy to agree, you spent the rest of your day considering what it was you were going to bring back. While it would be amusing to bring back something difficult and watch your roommate fail, that also might mean you didn't get fed. He wasn't exactly a master chef, so perhaps it was best to play safe and keep it simple... or try to use his failures to mock him further and just bring a backup meal for yourself for afterward?

Whatever you decided, it would turn out to not actually matter. Because, as you soon learned upon walking through your apartment door, your roommate had no intention of actually cooking anything. He let you bring in and drop your bag of goods proudly on the counter and then head off to your room to get changed into something more loose and comfortable. Soon enough, you figured that at least some sort of smell was going to come from your kitchen. What you didn't expect was to come check on the scene and find out that nothing had been done.

"Oh, sorry," your roommate responded with that all too pleased smirk of his. "I forgot to mention that I planned on eating raw tonight, y'know... no cooking necessary," he teased. And after you so smartly informed him that you're bringing the food back too cook kinda made that choice pointless. "Oh yeah, well I mean... I never said I was gonna make enough for you to eat," he added with a growing grin of wickedness that you were finding far less funny. "But chill, chill," he raised his hands in that all too placating gesture that made you wanna slap him silly. "I've got something for you, but I've gone all day without anything myself, so I get to eat first," he informed you, the distinction of which made no good sense.

Though the rational was clear when those raised hands shoved you toward the kitchen table. Apparently, waiting for you to slip into a loose, cozy outfit had been all part of the plan. Because those sweatpants you had on had the grip of a thumbless toddler. Your panties were a little better, but even they didn't last long enough for you to eek out a proper complaint before it hit you. Shoved bent over the kitchen table, your roommate knelt behind you and shoved his face up against your exposed cunt. His nose and lips pressed into the thick folds of your pussy and hot breath warmed between your thighs as a wet tongue slithered out and forward, licking up at your clit from below as he lapped long licks across your entire slit.

And if you tried to complain in the slightest, you were spanked. Anytime that mouth opened up, he was apparently determined to turn whatever words you had into a gasp. His palm clapped off your perky little rear hard, and his chin shoved more hungrily up under you, lifting you onto your toes such that your weight had nowhere to go but onto that exploring, defiling tongue. And if you tried to squirm off, a pair of heavy, hard, male arms hugged around your heart shaped ass and forced you down again, wrestling you into submission as your roommates oral explorations slurped between your pussy lips and wandered even so far up your bent over body as to be kissing and sucking on your asshole, which apparently gave him a low groan of pleasure, both from its taste and the increasing taste of wet pussy across his lips.

And suddenly it was becoming clear what kinda meal you would get once he was done with his.

Hey there! First of, I hope you enjoyed the read. Second off, I hope you got the sense that this is supposed to be something lighthearted. I love eating pussy, and I love a bit of flirting around and teasing both verbally and bodily. So I'd love to continue this, or even just chat about it happening with someone. Would you end up melting and submitting to the pleasure of what you were getting, becoming an obedient cocksucker once all was said and done? Or are you still pissed that you're not getting a real dinner. Might be that you start pushing backward, forcing my face under your ass to make me pay for something. And there are a dozen other ways we could take this. By all means send me your ideas and I'd be happy to hear them! Other places this could go is literally the store, sneaky public sex, hold the moan type stuff, but the door is open.... kinda like your legs.