Alina hates many things: dishonest people, smog, paying bills… But most of all, she hates mornings. She hates it when it’s still grey outside, when crunchy leaves clutter the pavement and move around in the wind, and her breath is visible in the air. She shuffles through empty streets and rubs her eyes, the world still blurry. She grabs a coffee from her favourite coffee shop and yawns instead of checking out this cute new barista. All she can think of is the mountain of papers on her desk. Alina sighs and once again wonders why she decided to do a PhD.
She’s a bit more awake when she gets back home. She had a few sips of coffee on her way, burning her mouth in the process. She pours the rest into her favourite mug and sits at her desk, moving the papers to one side and opening her laptop on the other… What is that sound? Is it squeaking? Alina looks around but sees nothing. Is it moaning? She tries to think of something else whilst she opens the document. She has so much writing up to do.
The sound, however, doesn’t care that she has work to do. Alina rolls her eyes, has another sip of coffee and tried to figure out where the sound is coming from. Someone is moaning in the other room and soon there is slapping as well, the distinct sound of a hand hitting human skin. They’re fucking, Alina thinks, grinning. Her flatmate Paula and that boyfriend of hers. They’re fucking.
As Paula’s moans become louder, Alina finds it impossible to concentrate. Instead of thinking of genetic algorithms and her PhD, she focuses on the tingling between her legs and the wetness of her underwear. No, she thinks, shifting in her chair. I have to finish this. Please be quiet.
They don’t stop. As Paula’s moans grow louder, Alina realises her hand is no longer on the keyboard. Instead it’s stroking her pussy, caressing thick hair and parting the lips. This feels way too good.
“You’ll never be able to satisfy me with your tiny dick”, Alina hears her flatmate’s voice. “I’ll have someone else fuck me like a real man.”
Alina smiles. Some people have interesting kinks, she decides. No way she can concentrate on anything now… She gets up, a cup of coffee in her hand, and knocks on her flatmate’s door. There is no answer for a while so she just enters. Paula lies on the bed, her face flushed and her boyfriend’s head between her legs.
“I will satisfy you better than any man”, says Alina, looking her straight into the eyes.
The boyfriend, Martin, raises his head and looks around puzzled. Fuck, Alina thinks to herself. I was supposed to tell them to shut up, not this… Why are they looking at me like that? Maybe entering someone’s room whilst they’re fucking is a big no-no?
“Alina.” Paula frowns, pushing Martin’s head back between her legs.
“Uh… I’m sorry?”
“The washing machine is broken. I got us a mechanic but somebody will have to let them in. This morning.”
Alina takes a big gulp of lukewarm coffee and puts the cup on Paula’s desk.
“How is that a problem? We’ll just have a break.”
Martin raises his head again and opens his mouth as if he wanted to say something. Paula silences him with just one look.
The rest just happens: Alina walks up to her flatmate and starts kissing her soft lips. Paula is so turned on that she immediately starts moaning, just like she was moaning when Alina tried to concentrate on her PhD. Now she also rubs herself against Alina. Her skin is so warm.
Alina starts touching her friend’s breasts, fingers circling against her erect nipples, until Paula gently takes her hand and moves it between her legs. Paula is so wet that she’s about to start dripping onto the bed. As Alina starts touching her clit, the flatmate closes her eyes and smiles. She moans again, gently stroking her friend’s breasts.
Only when warm hands stop playing with her nipples she realises that something nearby is making loud smacking sounds. It’s Martin: he got so turned on by his girlfriend being pleased that he’s now beating off, his eyes closed and his face dead serious.
“Stop that!” Paula leaps onto the other side of the bed and grabs her boyfriend’s cock so hard that the boy’s body writhes in pain. “Did anyone allow you touch yourself?”
Martin tries to explain but Paula is too busy getting a flogger from underneath the bed. She then commands the boy to lie down. The boy obeys without a word.
“Want to do the honour?” Alina is handed the flogger. Its heavy handle feels smooth to the touch.
“I’ve never…” Alina weighs the item in her hand. “He’s never done anything to me…”
“He once said your shoes are ugly.” The flatmate grins impishly. “That his grandma wears better.”
“Seriously?” Alina grips the handle with more certainty. “Did you really say that?”
As Martin’s head is buried in the pillows, he just manages to nod. That is enough for Alina.
“I’ll show you.” Paula beats the boy, creating red marks on his skin. He makes hissing sounds but doesn’t dare to utter a word anymore. Then Alina takes over the flogger, first starting out lightly so the boy doesn’t even wince, her blows getting harder and harder with time. Making him squirm sure is fun.
“Fine!” He cries out at last. “I won’t touch myself without permission. And I’ll never call Alina’s shoes ugly.”
“Good. Now kneel by the bed and apologise to our friend by going down on her.”
Alina opens her mouth in surprise but says nothing… Why not? He’s cute. And he did call her shoes ugly… He must make it up to her. She shifts closer to the edge of the bed and soon feels one person fingering her and sucking her clit whilst the other is stroking her hear and touching her breasts. She closes her eyes and relaxes, forgetting her PhD, forgetting the entire world that surrounds her. She gets so close to orgasm that any move could get her over the edge now…
And then the doorbell rings.
“Fuck.” Paula gets up immediately. “It’s the mechanic. Martin, you open the door. No, don’t put your clothes on. Just go. Go!”
The boy obeys and Paula takes his place, licking Alina’s clit with great skill. Where did she learn that? Alina is not as aroused as she was merely a minute before. There’s too much distraction.
“I’ve come to fix…” she hears a female voice. “Why are you naked?”
“I sort of did something I wasn’t allowed to do”, says Martin nonchalantly. “I am now being punished.”
Alina starts giggling but her friend’s wet tongue soon reminds her of what she should be feeling. She finally concentrates on the sensation again, closing her eyes and smiling. She finally comes, waves of pleasure radiating to her thighs and making her let out a quiet sigh. She hugs her friend, stretches and gets off the bed, peeking through the half-closed door. The mechanic is gorgeous: slim but muscular, wearing a green cap and stained overalls. There is a huge tool sticking out of her back pocket. Alina moves closer to get a closer look and her friend follows, gently stroking her back and caressing her shoulders.
“Am I interrupting something?” The mechanic blushes and tries to look at the floor. Too bad Alina notices how she keeps on glancing at three naked bodies surrounding her. “Shall I just fix the washing machine?”
“The tool.” Paula grins. “It’s huge.”
“I wouldn’t mind being fixed with that tool myself”, adds Alina.
“I have a better idea.” The mechanic takes off her cap, revealing a mane of thick, curly hair. “I’ve just bought a metal dildo. Was planning to fuck myself with it after work but…”
“Wouldn’t it feel better if someone else fucked you?” Paula places her hand on her boyfriend’s hip. “Like this boy here? I would do it myself but I’m not done with my friend. She should have walked in on us fucking earlier!”
The mechanic smiles as she admires the boy’s glistening body. His cock gets hard immediately and before the mechanic can do anything, Paula grabs it and leads Martin into the bedroom, two other women following them. It’s only a matter of seconds till they all end up on the carpet. Alina and Paula start fucking again, moaning loudly and kissing passionately, their hands exploring each other’s bodies and finding the sweet spots that give the most pleasure. The mechanic strips and throws her clothes onto the floor and now everyone can enjoy her naked body. She pulls the boy’s hair and hands him the dildo.
“You’d better make her come.” Paula says, still caressing her friend’s body.
Martin starts fucking the mechanic with the metal dildo, stroking her legs and clit with the other had. The mechanic doesn’t need as much time as Alina; she comes very soon and screams so loudly that the neighbours start banging on the walls.
“Fuck yes.” The woman smiles. “This is much more fun than fixing household appliances.”
“Are you going to fix me now?” Alina asks quietly.
“Let’s cuddle first.”
And the carpet is covered with a mass of sweaty, exhausted people, all embracing one another and all smiling.