Try to get some breakfast

You roll out of bed and walk up to your dresser, looking sadly at your empty pants drawer and wishing you could pull out a pair like a normal person, but your roommates get angry if they don't get access to your cock around the house, so you look for a simple T-shirt to slip over your slight frame, hoping to tug it down and partially hide your dong while you leave your room to get breakfast. It seemed like a great deal living with three girls for the simple cost of one load a day as rent, but some days you feel more like a prisoner than anything else.

Your eye twitches as you find your shirt drawer to contain only a single garment, a 'Worthless Cumdumpster' brand top for women, meant to be revealing even for the modern slut, made of a nearly see-thru fabric with the name of the company over the nipples for censorship. The girl that left it for you helpfully scratched the 'st' from the logo, to more accurately describe you as a 'Worthless Cumdumper' to anyone that sees; far too short to even cover your navel, much less the sizeable log freely slapping your thighs as you quickly put it on and begin to leave your room. You don't even bother to see what they left you for underwear today.

"OWEN! Who the fuck was that skank!?" your roommate Erin screams at you the moment you exit, glaring at the girl you woke up with as she closes the front door behind herself on the way out. Her gaze switches to your crotch and her eyes soften, even as she yells, "That cunt better not have stolen my morning donation!"

"You already had two yesterday, Erin... you said I wouldn't have to..." you weakly complain as the angry blonde drops to her knees and begins planting many successive kisses all over your limp meat, hugging and nuzzling it against her cheeks, while she occasionally looks up to stare daggers at you. Erin doesn't seem to like you much at all, but has an ongoing love affair with your large penis, practically treating it as its own entity separate from you, giving it a name and everything. She's constantly joking that she'll take him away one day so she can use him without you getting in the way; which might be cute or funny if she didn't seem so serious about it.

"QUIET, OWEN! Did that ugly bitch hurt you Mr. Squiggles?" Erin coos into your shaft after yelling at you again, inspecting your member for damage with her plump lips as you groan unhappily. Your leggy blonde roommate cleans up well when she wants to, her perky C-cups look like bombshells in the skimpy clothing she wears when she goes out at night, but that's a side of her you never get to see during your experience living with her; now wearing baggy pajama pants, a sweater, and no makeup; hair still bundled over her head with a towel from an earlier shower.

You're hardly even attracted to her these days, having seen her disgusting habits and dealt with her repulsive attitude for a while now, but her relationship with Mr. Squiggles is more genuine than you'd like to admit; slowly growing more hard as she crams more of his considerable length into her throat, even though you just came barely 5 minutes ago. Your own penis seems more happy to see her than you are.

"Erin... you promised Laura two today if she gave you one of hers yesterday..." you argue, attempting to remind her of the deal she made with one of your other roommates, trading shots of your jizz between each other without even involving you in the process. You wouldn't care, but you don't want to get in the middle of another fight between them, especially since they tend to solve their disputes by forcefully milking you even more than they already are every single day.

Erin glares up at you with your renewed erection now entirely buried in her esophagus, threateningly sinking her teeth into the base of your cock where it meets the pelvis to cease your complaints, all while apologetically lapping at the underside of your shaft with her tongue to comfort Mr. Squiggles and let him know he's not really in danger as he rests comfortably in her warm throat. You drop the subject and just try to enjoy the free blowjob; at least if you get off quickly you can be done with this for a bit, groaning with resignation as she releases her bite and begins to fellate you properly, energetically bobbing her head and twisting her neck. She at least has a quite skilled mouth and wants to make your penis happy, though maybe not really you in the process, but you grow closer to orgasm anyway as she continues to work you harder.

"Owen! I got you your favorite! Pumpkin spice coffee!" Laura suddenly exclaims as she bursts through the front door, holding her own favorite coffee flavor, fully intending to drink it herself from your bladder later, once you're done processing it. She swears she can still taste the pumpkin. You don't even like coffee, or watersports for that matter, but the rugby playing brunette has a way of getting whatever she wants out of you, especially since the bitch is big enough that she can simply pick you up and carry you around against your will. "Drink up! Drink up!"

Your tongue gets quickly burned as Laura suddenly begins pouring hot coffee into your mouth, squeezing your cheeks and parting your jaw to force it inside, eager to get her own breakfast beverage from you as quickly as possible. Erin doesn't seem to notice or care that you are being tortured, happy to get to spend extra time with Mr. Squiggles languishing in her throat as Laura scalds yours with more and more unwanted liquid.

"Hey! Didn't you promise me your first donation today?" Laura complains after she finishes pouring the entire drink into your gullet and making you swallow, even shaking the last drops from the empty cup onto your face to make sure it's fully gone. She tosses it aside and grabs your testicles in her hand a bit more tightly than could be pleasurable as Erin defiantly begins to bob faster. "You better not be thinking of giving it to that blonde bimbo again! We had a deal!"

"But...! But...!' You stammer as you begin to panic, trying to pull the furiously working Erin from your crotch, but she threatens you again with her teeth, so you let her return to her passionate deepthroating, quickly bringing you ever closer to orgasm, even as Laura tugs at your balls and growls into your ear. You look around desperately for an escape, when a door beside you suddenly creaks slowly open.

"Oh... No medicine again today, Owen?" a weak voice calls out from down the hall, saving you at the last moment as the other girls stop to take notice. Your third roommate, Christina, is the only one small enough to not be able to abuse you physically, making her the only one not able to forcibly coerce her daily medicine out of you. But she has her own way of getting what she wants, looking up at you sadly from the doorway and softly coughing, even though that's not a symptom of H1W1. "That's okay..... How many days has it been now?"

Your heart melts. Especially since, despite the cutesy manipulation tactics, it has been nearly four days since you've managed to pay your due to the tiny redhead, and she's the only one of them you really like in the first place. You're even beginning to develop feelings for her, the nearly flat chest and demure demeanor being much more up your alley than the overbearing cunts constantly milking you more than you want to offer, but you'd never dare admit it to her. She'd never go for a weakling like you, and you couldn't take the teasing from your other roommates after the inevitable rejection. It's just a medicinal sex thing with Christina, it's not like she likes you or anything.

"Shut up, Tina! You can have yours after I get mine!" Laura shouts, not even first in line currently, with Erin resuming her efforts even more enthusiastically on Mr. Squiggles, dragging her tongue along the underside as she tightly squeezes the head with her warm throat and massages it with her tonsils, bringing you back to the brink of orgasm once again, even as the big brunette bitch continues to squeeze at your nuts menacingly. You try to think.

Christina clearly deserves it the most, but you're currently balls deep in the one who deserves it the least, being harshly threatened by the close second. You don't have long to decide what to do, the donation boiling in your strained balls is nearly ready to go, so you quickly form a plan.

Ejaculate in Erin, dump a load in Laura, or cum in Christina?