I couldn't surrender the free use jar, so I got fucked in front of my bestie instead

So, I’m currently sitting here in a daze, still trying to process the absolute insanity that just went down in my living room. I’ve always been a bit of a wild card, but today took things to a level I didn't even know existed.

I’ve been living in this big house with a rotating cast of roommates for a few years now. Eventually, everyone graduated and moved on, leaving just me and this guy, Mark We’ve always had this crazy tension, and since the house was basically empty, we stopped pretending we weren't both total horn-dogs. It started with stupid stuff, dares during games or betting on who had to do the dishes. The loser usually ended up stripping or giving the other a "stress-relief" session. You know, casual roommate stuff.

But we both wanted more. The problem was neither of us wanted to be the one to "make it weird" and ruin the friendship. So, naturally, we turned it into a high-stakes game. We called it the "Surrender Fund". We both put a few hundred bucks, which was mind you a shit ton for us as college students, into a jar every couple of weeks. The deal was simple: total access, anytime, anywhere. If you said no or bitched about it, you lost the entire pot to the other person.

The last month has been a total blur of filth. We basically stopped wearing clothes at home because what was the point? I’d be making a sandwich and he’d grab me from behind and fuck me, or I’d make him go down on me while I was trying to play games on the couch. The house honestly started to smell like a locker room and a cheap motel combined, but I loved it. It felt so lawless and free.

Fast forward to today. My college bestie, Sarah, was coming over to visit. I spent the morning frantically scrubbing the place, spraying enough Febreze to kill a horse, and making sure there weren't any "fluids" on the furniture. When she got there, we were just chilling in the kitchen having some iced tea, catching up on life.

Then Mark walks in.

I saw that look in his eyes, the "I’m about to ruin this girl’s whole life" look. He didn't even hesitate. He walks right up to the kitchen table, unzips, and flops his dick onto the table right in front of my face. In front of Sarah.

I was paralyzed. Sarah just froze, mid-sentence, staring at it like she’d seen a ghost. Mark didn't say a word out loud, he just tapped the jar on the counter and mouthed, "Pay up or get down."

I was fucking panicking. My head was spinning with shame, but I’m also broke, and I’ll be damned if that smug prick gets my hard-earned money. So, I leaned forward and started sucking him off right there. Sarah’s jaw hit the floor. She actually shrieked, "Wait, are you guys serious right now?!"

Mark just looked at her, totally calm, and said, "Relax, it's just a house rule."

I felt like the biggest slut on the planet, especially with Sarah watching me from two feet away. She didn't know about this. I tried to finish him fast, which probably just made me look more desperate, but the thrill of doing this in front of her was making me so wet I could barely think. He didn't make it easy, either. Instead of letting me swallow, he pulled out at the last second and came all over my face.

I turned to Sarah, trying to act like this was a normal Tuesday, but I was shaking. I thought it was over, but Mark wasn't done playing. He grabbed my arm, pulled me up, and led me into the living room. I looked back at Sarah, hoping she’d just leave, but she actually followed us. She was totally hooked on the spectacle and I can imagine why..

He pushed me down on all fours on the rug and started talking about how "leaky" I was, pointing everything out to her. He didn't wait. He just hiked up my skirt and slammed into me from behind. I tried to keep my mouth shut, but he was hitting every spot so hard I was basically howling.

Then I see Sarah pull out her phone. She started taking pictures. Tons of them.

She whispered, "Is... is she okay with this?" but she was asking him, not me.

Mark just grinned and started hammering away even harder. It must have looked so crazy to her. Hearing her talk about how intense it looked while she circled us like a photographer at a shoot sent me over the edge. I finished so hard I thought I was going to faint. Mark went for another few minutes, making sure Sarah got the money shot all over my back, and then he just... stood up, got dressed, and walked out to get a redbull. This fucker, like nothing happened at all.

Sarah took one last photo of the mess, looked at me, and said, "That was fucking crazy. Why didn't you tell me about this."

"Idk. I just thought you would judge me"

"I envy you" Sarah said and that made me smirk.

She helped me get cleaned up and we went for a walk, talking about what she just witnessed the whole way trough.

After she left, I was left lying there, tired from being Marks fuck toy for days on end. Imagining what Sarah will do with a gallery of me being absolutely wrecked on her phone. And the worst part? I’m already wondering when the next "house rule" is going to be enforced. Maybe I will do it, if he ever dares to bring his parents over.