Sam has you do dishes, and you get an eye full of her after

With an empty plate and a cum covered pillow, you sit on your bed in mild discomfort. Your post nut clarity somehow hits you even harder as you feel like a shameless animal for how desperately you wanted to cum to the point that you would fuck a pillow and shoot your seed all over it.

But even though you feel disgusted, it’s not like it didn’t feel absolutely amazing! The smooth silken pillow felt god-like against your sensitive hard cock, and even with the looming threat of Sam catching you, the pleasure alone was worth it to a certain extent.

Thankfully now that you have calmed down, your penis is flaccid for the first time in, you think, hours at this point. As long as nothing crazy happens, you should be fine for the rest of the evening and finally go to sleep. Hopefully, you’ll wake up from this nightmare and figure out none of this was real.

“Yo, do the dishes for me, ok?” Sam asks you as she lies down on her bed with her phone in her hands. While you are not privy to doing anything at this moment, you might as well do as she says to try and get on her good side. Besides, she did make food for you, so it’s only fair you clean up after her.

You slowly and carefully get up off the bed, making sure to keep your cum pillow as close to your junk as possible. You notice a bit of a cum stain on your bed sheets, but it’s just faint enough for Sam to possibly not notice it.

You awkwardly shuffle to the kitchenette, with a sink full of dishes for you to do. It’s not much, only a couple plates, forks, a bowl, and a skillet pan and pot. With a wall of coverage, you finally take your pillow away from your crotch to see just how bad the damage is.

The pillow has a thin layer of cum around the middle of the pillow, and already you can see a bit of crustiness forming around the edges of your massive stain. It looks like a Jackson-Pollock painting, but instead of some kind of psychological message, all you can tell from it is that your cum is very potent and messy.

With reddened cheeks from your shameful display of lust, you place the pillow down on the counter, cum side facing up and begin doing the dishes.

A squirt of soap into some warm water is perfect for the amount of dishes you have, and one by one you bang out a clean dish and rinse all the soap away. The feeling of soapy water on your hands and forearms feels relaxing, like you’re taking a very small bubble bath for your hands.

Ironically, the one upside to doing dishes in the nude is that you barely have to worry about splashing your clothes with water, since you don’t have any! Water splashes against your bare stomach and droplets slowly trail done your body and onto your flaccid penis, which feels odd to say the least. You blush somewhat as your feel your dick twitch with each water drop that falls onto it, only further reminding you of your nude predicament.

After you finishes cleaning the skillet pan, you look back at your cum crusted and moist pillow. A unique shiver crawls up your spine at the thought of touching your nude body against that pillow again. Not only is it just not pleasant, it’s almost 100% not hygienic.

You look back at the soapy water still in the sink and think up of a plan!

You take the pillow and place it into the empty sink next to the full sink. You splash a bit of water on top of the pillow and squirt a bit of soap on it. With your hands, you scrub all of the cum off the pillow! You feel crust and cold ooze get under your fingernails, which has your brain go haywire with how disgusting it feels, but you persevere.

After a bit of washing, you get most of the cum off the pillow, with only a faint outline of your white bodily fluids left as evidence of your pleasure.

You hug the pillow back over your crotch and feel an intense cold feeling envelop your cock and balls! It isn’t unbearable, but it’s like stepping into a pool for the first time. It’s better than feeling moist cold cum on your cock, so you take what you can get. A couple seconds later, and the cold begins to lessen.

You turn the corner, ready to just collapse in bed out of pure exhaustion from today’s horny events, until you lay eyes on the back of a very naked Sam! You see her butt cheeks bounce up and down as she moves her hips to some kind of music in her head phones as she folds what looks like her uniform and other pairs of clothes. You can’t describe how sexy and beautiful this woman is, lest you get your throat torn out.

Instantly, you can feel your cock tighten up against the pillow you have placed against your junk, like it’s trying desperately to free itself from the confines of the pillow. You nervously push the pillow down further with both hands to keep your growing erection in check.

Suddenly, she turns around and locks eyes with your own peeping peepers, and you immediately look away in fear. You feel a giant blush envelop your face and your heart beat races. Only in your peripheral can you see an angry look on Sam’s face.

“Whatch’ you starin’ at?” Sam says as she takes her headphones off her head, letting it drop around her neck.

“N-Nothing! B-But why are you naked?!?” You ask, both in shock and slight horniness.

“Geez, can’t a woman do what she wants in her own room with her own body? Besides, I like to sleep naked, and I need my laundry done!” Sam says. She walks over to the wall to your right, and next to the door is some kind of chute. You can’t help but stare at her bouncing breasts as she walks past you.

She opens the chute door and places all her clothes down it! You can hear the clothes slide down to what you believe to be a laundry room in the basement or something. She then walks back and plants herself on her bed, like she isn’t just completely naked for some reason.

“God, this is the worst! I have a nude roommate and I can’t even jerk off! I swear she’s messing with me.” You think to yourself as you lie yourself down on your bed. Everything about today has been unfair to you and you alone, and all the women here get to do whatever they want with you.

But you try and take your mind off of it. You reach over the night stand and take the controller for the TV you presume. Since Sam is still on her phone, you imagine she isn’t too worried about you watching TV for the rest of the evening.