3 comments/ 206623 views/ 7 favorites Housesitter By: Mike46 To say the least, this has become an interesting summer. My name is Mike. I travel a lot for business. Usually I'm away just a few days at a time, sometimes for a week or more. In the past, I've hired lawn service and gardeners for the yard, pet-sitters for my dog and cat and whoever I could find to come in every few days to water the plants. Expensive, and the service was poor. This year I hired Melissa, a young college student from the neighborhood. Over the years I've watched her mature from a gangly kid into a beautifully poised young woman. My business is doing well, so I pay her well, at least as much as she'd earn from any other summer job in the area. I guess her official title would be "housesitter," but she is really much, much more. Despite the difference in our ages, we have become enthusiastic sex partners. No, actually we've become more than that, we've become friends. We especially enjoy playing our "daddy games." Here's a little glimpse into our time spent together: * * * * * "Spread your ass-cheeks for me, Kitten," I said. "Yes, Daddy," she said as she reached behind her with both hands and gently parted those smooth reddened globes, exposing her small, perfect, virgin anus. I let my fingertips gently graze over her butt-crack from her open pussy to the base of her spine and then gently back. Each time my finger touched her brown, puckered opening I could see and feel her wrinkled aperture open and close slightly to my touch. I knew at that point that I needed to feel those tight muscles milking the swollen head of my cock. "What should I do now, Daddy?" she said. "Nothing, baby," I said. "Just let Daddy play with your sweet little butt-hole for a while and then Daddy will show you how to make my cock feel real good with that tight little ass of yours. Now get the bottle of massage oil, warm it up a little in the microwave and wait for me in the bedroom." "Will it hurt, Daddy?" she asked as she looked over her shoulder on the way to the kitchen. "We'll make sure it doesn't, baby," I said as I watched her worried look change back into the sweet smile I was accustomed to seeing. I love to watch her walk around the house naked. She is naturally graceful as she moves and totally without a hint of self-consciousness. Quite different from when she first arrived. But I can always tell when she is aware of me watching her. Her movements remain ever graceful, but she seems to add a bit of flirtation to her walk, sometimes pausing to bend over affording me a fleeting view of her perfect ass and bald pussy, or at other times, pausing momentarily, turning sideways to offer me a silhouette view of her beautiful profile--slightly protruding butt and small perfect breasts with hard, erect nipples. As I watched her walk from the kitchen to the bedroom, I had only one thing on my mind--her shapely ass and that brown, wrinkled butt-hole that I only minutes ago felt open and close to my gentle touch. Just imagining the feel and the sight of the head of my cock parting her crack and slowly pushing into that hot, tight canal was starting to get me very hard. I left the last of my clothes on the couch and followed her into the bedroom. Missy was sitting on the bed when I walked in, rolling the warmed bottle of massage oil back and forth over her pointed red-brown nipples. "How do you want me, Daddy?" she asked. "Get on all fours in the middle of the bed and spread your knees apart so I can feel your pussy. Now put your head on the pillow and get comfortable," I said as I knelt behind her and gently pushed her shoulders down with one hand while cupping the other against her smooth, shaved pussy. "That's nice, Daddy," she cooed as I gently pressed my fingers against her puffy lips. I then opened the bottle of sweet oil and poured a generous amount into my hands. The cheeks of her perfect young ass were still red from the spanking and in need of some soothing from my well-oiled hands. Missy moaned softly as I started the light massage of her reddened globes. The sight of her brown, puckered hole winking and peering at me as I spread her cheeks was definitely having its effect as my cock swelled and bobbed only inches from its target. I paused for a second to reach down with my oiled hands and give my cock a few slick strokes, reaching further back to gently touch my own butt-hole for a second and oiling my shaved balls in the process. Returning to the easy massage of my little girl's ass-cheeks, I moved my face as close as possible to her wrinkled hole without actually touching it. I wanted her to be able to feel my breath on her asshole and pussy. Several times I let my warm breath bathe her and each time as I inhaled I was treated to the delightful musky scent of her pussy, ass and the sweet massage oil. It was intoxicating! As I reached down to stroke my cock to full hardness I noticed that its slit was already oozing pre-cum so I moved forward and pressed the tip against her tight anus, lubricating her sphincter with the slippery juice. "Oh!" she said when she felt the head of my cock pressing against her virgin hole. "I'm scared, Daddy! Maybe I'm not big enough back there. Please be slow and gentle." "I will, Kitten," I assured her as I poured a stream of warm oil from the top of her ass crack, watching it flow down over my cock head, coating it and her smooth pussy lips below. After setting the bottle on the nightstand I moved up tightly behind her, adjusting my cock so that the sensitive underside could slide easily up and down between her slippery cheeks. I reached one hand under her belly to spread the dripping oil completely over her pussy lips and forward to her hardening clit. I love the way my fingers can move so gently over her clit when it is slippery with oil, tracing the outline of the shaft, lightly around the hood and back up the shaft to the point where it disappears. Missy's breathing is getting heavier now as my fingers move over her wet slit and slippery clit and I can hear her whisper "Oh, Daddy. Yes! Yes! That's it. Mmmmm...., Don't stop. Unhh, Unhh!" between her ragged breaths. And I don't want to stop either. I would love for us to cum just like this, with Missy's pussy grinding against the palm of my hand and my cock sliding between her perfect ass-cheeks, the ridge pressing tightly against her sphincter as I shoot a pool of cum on the small of her back. "No, wait, Baby. Daddy's cock is going to have your sweet ass tonight. Remember?" I said as I released my hold on her pussy and backed away from her butt. "Yes, Daddy," she pouted. "But it was starting to feel really good!" "This will feel good, too. You'll see," I whispered as I moved forward, guiding the head of my cock towards Missy's waiting virgin back door. I held my cock firmly against her puckered hole and with the other hand on Missy's hip guided her gently back. "You do it, baby," I said. "I won't push. I'll just hold steady. You push back and let your asshole open to the head of Daddy's cock." "I don't know, Daddy," she whimpered. "It's just too big!" "Relax, baby," I whispered as I lightly rubbed her back. Missy pushed back and groaned slightly as I looked down to see the swollen head of my well-oiled cock disappear inside her dark, virgin hole. The pleasure from her tight grip was exquisite, but I had to keep up a steady pressure against her hole as I felt her muscles trying to push me out. Eventually she relaxed enough so that the head of my cock felt securely lodged in her tiny butt. "Is it in, Daddy?" she asked? "Yes, baby, Daddy's cockhead is in your sweet butt-hole," I reassured her as I softly touched her face and hair. "But now you have to relax your inner muscles so Daddy can slide in and out." I kept a steady pressure against Missy's back door and looked down to see my cock slowly sliding in. I could feel her inner sphincter spasm around my cock as it disappeared inside. When I was about three quarters in Missy gasped, "Daddy, stop!" So I did. I held steady as I felt Missy's inner muscles grip my cock and then begin to relax. If I moved only a fraction of an inch, her sphincter would grab me again and then relax, tighten, and then relax again. After a few minutes I felt a loosening around my cock and Missy said, "OK, daddy, give it to me now! Shove that big cock all the way up my ass! Now, daddy, now!" I slid all the way, deep into Missy's dark tunnel. She grunted as I felt her clamp down on my cock one more time. The pressure felt exquisite! As Missy's muscles began to relax I started fucking her sweet tight asshole. Slowly at first and then longer strokes, deeper strokes until I was fucking her virgin ass in earnest, my balls slapping against her smooth, oiled pussy lips. The heat and tightness around my hard, swollen cock was incredible. "Yes, daddy, fuck my ass! Give it to me! Shove that cock deep in my ass! Yes! Yes! All of it! Take your little slut-girls ass. It's so dirty! Yes! Oh, god, yes! Make it yours, daddy! Make my slutty little asshole yours, daddy!" she screamed as I reached my hand under her belly to play with her pussy. What I felt was not her pussy, but her own fingers furiously flicking back and forth over her hard, slippery clit. So I just rested my hand gently over hers, enjoying her desperate attempt to bring herself to orgasm. That was it for me! There was nothing more that I wanted than to fill Missy's tight asshole with a load of hot, thick cum when I felt it start. A pulsing deep in my body, somewhere between my own butthole and my heavy, swinging balls. As I felt the cum begin to race through the core of my veined shaft, I pulled out so that only the head of my throbbing cock remained inside Missy's tight, pulsing asshole, and I filled her smooth, hot tunnel with shot after shot of milky cum. Missy was still feverishly working her fingers over her throbbing clit and soaking pussy when I pulled my cock slowly out. I watched her puckered hole open and close, and then open again, expelling part of the load of hot, sticky cum. At that point Missy gasped, "Oh, daddy! Oh, god! I'm cumming now! So nice!" as she shoved her fingers in and out of her dripping cunt and I slammed my still hard cock back into her slick, cum lubricated tunnel. We collapsed onto the bed gasping and I whispered in Missy's ear, "Did you like that, Kitten?" Missy whispered back, "Can we do this again, daddy? Soon?" Housesitter “Do you have the Hotel number, the Emergency number, and the Security system office number?” “Check, check and check, Mrs. Spector.” She turned and handed me the keys to the house. “The refrigerator is well-stocked, so you can heat up or cook whatever you wish. But whatever you use, you clean it and put it away. Leave everything as it looks right now, and absolutely…” “No overnight guests; visitors only.” I repeated the words with her. (Hell, she’d only told me five times since I got here!) “Yes Mrs. Spector, I completely understand. Your house will be in good hands this weekend.” “Just so my wife understands that we’ll be late for our flight if we don’t leave right now! Ready, darling?” Dr. Spector called from the front door, loaded down with tote bags and matching Pullman suitcases. “In a minute, dear,” she said brightly, then turned to me with a colder look in her eyes. “You’re a very smart girl, Samantha, but it’s not good to be too smart. Now, just follow the house rules, and I’ll make certain my neighbors enlist your services. A young college girl like yourself deserves every chance at success. You’d go further with me as a friend, rather than an enemy. I do hope you “completely understand” that.” What the fuck was that about?! Could I help it if her old man had a taste for chocolate? Fighting back every urge to cut her off at the knees, I gritted my teeth hard and nodded my head. Man, I hated doing that! But judging by that stern glare Mrs. Spector gave me, I realized that even though her husband gave me the job, I’d have to go through her to keep it. Finally, they were ready, and at 5:30pm exactly, they pulled out of the driveway and headed to the airport. One of the biggest three day weekends of the semester, and there I was on my very first job as a house-sitter. My mother always said one never truly respects anything until they have to get off their ass and work for it. For this reason, since my freshman year, whatever hours I had during the summer and in between classes, I was working to make sure I had some extra money to get my school supplies and a little bit of college student fun with my friends. The tasks set before me had ranged from easy (dormitory front desk-watch) to downright disgusting (bussing cafeteria trays)! Fortunately, in my junior year, my luck changed for the better. An ill timed headache got me an appointment with our campus doctor, and a well-placed smile and glance of my big brown lovelies got me a job for Columbus Day weekend. (I never trade on my looks, but I had enough firm and tasty curves to be considered a hot piece. Guess the doc really liked what he saw!) Since they were leaving Thursday evening and would return on Tuesday, I would have the run of the place for four days! And boy, did they ever have a place! It had a duplex setting with a huge picture window in the living room, plush carpet everywhere, a downstairs rec room with a big-screen tv, full bar and a backyard pool. We’re talking heaven on earth, here! And for the weekend, it would be all mine! Thursday afternoon, I flew out of my last class for the day. The docs were heading out of town that night and needed to go over the house rules once more. It was a short drive from campus, which meant it was still way too far to walk, so I asked my guy-friend Glenn if he could give me a ride over. His face curled into a wicked grin, but whatever wiseass crack he was thinking of, mercifully, he kept it to himself. We reached the house at 4:30pm, and for some reason, he gave me a delicious kiss on the mouth. “For later”, he said. “For what? You know I have to work…” “You’ll see. It’s a surprise.” Then he winked and blew me a kiss as he drove off. Doctor Spencer helped me with my duffel and gave me a big smile as I came inside. But his wife gave me a high-nose once-over like a Queen bee inspecting one of the workers. Man, it was a good thing I wore my shorts and tank top hidden underneath my long-sleeve blouse and ankle-length skirt! I knew once they left, I could walk around the house any way I wanted, and this weekend, I fully intended to wear as little clothing as possible! As soon as they left, I ran downstairs, kicked off my shoes and wiggled my toes in the lush carpet. Instantly I felt better and bolder, so I went to the bar and poured myself a shot glass of Stoli Vodka. It burned my throat as I downed it in one gulp, but slowly, the warming sensation spread all over my body. Taking a deep breath, I let loose with a howl of joy, threw off my blouse and skirt and began to do cartwheels all over the den. Suddenly, my joyful stupor was interrupted by a knock on the door. “Hmph! It figures. All those brains between them, and they still forgot something.” Throwing my skirt and blouse back on, I went to answer the door. But instead of the docs, my guy-friend, Glenn, whizzed past me and slammed the door shut. “Whew! About time! I thought they’d never leave! How many more house rules did they give you, anyway?” “Glenn!” I shouted, “What are you doing here?!” “That’s okay, you don’t have to thank me. You didn’t think I’d leave you all alone this weekend, did you?” Before I could stop him, Glenn bounded upstairs and gave the whole first level of the house a complete going-over. “Hmm, let’s see now…living room, bedrooms, kitchen, backyard pool…” He stopped to give me another kiss and smacked his lips. “And judging from the taste of your lip gloss, fully stocked bar! Am I right? Tell me I’m right!” he shouted, lifting me into the air and swinging me around in his arms. “Glenn, you crazy thing! Put me down! What are you doing?” “I thought I was helping you enjoy your weekend. Now point me to the stereo, and let’s get this party jumping!” He leaned in to kiss me again, but I dodged him this time and made him put me back on my feet. “Now wait a minute, blonde boy! You know I can’t have anyone else stay here! I’m not allowed to have…” “…”No overnight guests, only visitors”. Yeah, yeah, so you told me half a dozen times already! Come on, Bru! (short for brunette, his own special nickname for me)I’m a visitor, and I just want to visit my friend. Fair enough?” So that’s what that grin meant earlier. Once I told Glenn about this place, fantasies galore must have danced through his head! But if he stayed, I stood a good chance of ruining a really sweet setup, not to mention I’d be in more trouble before he would! Still, I was allowed a guest, and I really missed those sparkling blue eyes and devious smile of his. So I promised myself to stick with the rules and make sure he didn’t stay too long. Four apple martinis later, Beyonce & Jay-Z blared from one end of the den while Glenn and I shook our totally bombed asses on the other end. My skirt and blouse were now crumpled up on the sofa. Meantime, Glenn had removed his shoes and opened up his button-down shirt revealing four cans of a pretty impressive six-pack! With less clothing restraining us, we bounced all around the room, kissing and laughing, and giving each other lap-dances. We were having so much fun, it was hours before I realized the den lights were glowing more than usual, which meant it must’ve been real dark outside. “You know it’s way past time you got your ass home,” I slurred. “Yeah, time to go to bed, all right,” and he peeled off his shirt. “Hey! You can’t do that here!” “Well, what do you want me to do? You don’t want me driving drunk, do you? “ “You can’t stay here.” I said firmly, trying to forget how hot he looked. “Tell you what. Show me those beautiful tits of yours, and I’ll go home.” “What?!” “Just one for the road, you little sexy. Toss your top for me, and I’ll get going.” I must have been really juiced by then, because that actually sounded like a fair deal. “You promise?” “Scout’s honor,” he said with a mock salute. Sighing, I reached underneath my top, unhooked my bra and drew it out through the sleeves. Still tipsy, I began to touch myself through the shirt front, thoroughly welcoming the feeling of my unrestrained breasts bouncing free under my palms. “Enjoying yourself?” I heard Glenn sneer, realizing at once I’d forgotten he was in the room. “Actually, yes. I am.” I said proudly, making him snicker. “Take that back, buster, or the deal’s off!” My threat worked; now I had his full attention. Hesitating for just a moment, I curled my fingers around the hem of my shirt, and pulled it right up to my chin. Once my breasts and belly were fully exposed, I could feel my nipples harden with the sudden exposure to the night air. “There,” I said, “Now you keep your promise.” “Oh, you bet I will, baby!” Suddenly, he lunged for me, grabbing me around the waist and gulping one of my nipples into his mouth. “Glenn, what are you doing?!” I shrieked. “What am I doing?” he mumbled before releasing my nipple. “Bru, do you know how long I’ve dreamed about getting your fine ass all to myself?” “Damn it! You promised if I showed you my tits, you’d go home!” “Oh no! I promised you I’d get going, and I intend to keep my promise!” “You’ll have to catch me first! “ I pulled off my shirt completely, threw it at him and ran for the stairs. But he was hot on my heels, and by the time I’d reached the second landing, he’d grabbed me around my waist again from behind. This time, he’d managed to get my wrists behind my back in a firm grip while his other hand roamed all over my breasts, lifting them so he could cover them with bites and kisses. Knowing this was my weakness, and feeling as good as I was, I soon realized that no way were we going to leave this house without a good and proper fucking. Besides, I sure didn’t want to let all those rooms go to waste following the damn rules all weekend! Smiling to myself, I began to enjoy the movements of his hand across my body. He must have realized this, and he released my hands to zero in on the zipper to my shorts. As he pulled the zipper down, his hot tongue pressed against my ear while his hands slid across my hips and belly. Still amazed at how wonderful I felt, I heard myself sigh as his fingers came to rest on my waist. “Still want me to get going?” he whispered. “No…” I moaned, ”I want you to keep going…and don’t you dare stop.” “Mmmm, yeah! That’s my girl!” Quickly, he pushed his hands down the sides of my shorts, yanking them down to the floor, along with my panties. “Yes!” I cried aloud, not just from finally being buck naked in this marvelous house, but being buck naked in the arms of my handsome, hard and horny friend! Who would have thought that this would be the weekend my blonde-boy would be under my spell? Wasting no time, I turned around and kissed him hard. In a flash, I unzipped his jeans, rammed my palms down to his ass cheeks and gave them a squeeze. When I felt his cock twitch and pulse against my oh-so-ready pussy, I slid my hands around his body until one hand was cupping his balls while the other massaged and stroked his cock as it lengthened and grew further down his leg. I heard him moan “Ohhh, that’s so good!” Suddenly, he kissed me again and muttered “Oh shit! Wait, please!” Then he pulled away to take off his jeans completely. “Wait up now. You said I was the one who had to get going, remember?” he said breathlessly, throwing his jeans to the side. “Okay, so what am I supposed to do?” “Well, you have the easy part. All you have to do…is keep coming.” I watched him as he sat down on the stair I was standing on. His face was perfectly in line with my dripping cunt and the next thing I knew, his hands were on my ass, and his face was right in front of my warm muff, lapping away at my clit and slit. There I was, unable to go forward or backward. All I could do was stand there absorbing and enjoying every sensation of his lips, his tongue, sucking me, licking me all over… The first wave caught me by surprise, but then the vibrations pushed me right over the edge and I found myself screaming and gasping “Oh shit!” over and over. It felt that incredible! I grabbed the stair railing, and Glenn held on to me so I wouldn’t fall. As the last tremors from my first orgasm with my blonde boy-toy finally faded, my head drooped and I was greeted with the sight of Glenn’s face, still between my legs, wearing a big smile. “I believe I’ve kept my promise.” He grinned. Catching my breath, I asked, “So what happens now? I’ll get going and you keep coming?” “Good idea!” Turning me around, he held my arms, then bent at the waist, taking me with him as our hands both fell on the top stair. Then he pulled himself up with the banister leaving me with my hands on the stair and my ass high in the air! I barely had time to register what was happening when suddenly I felt his fingers on my warm, wet pussy again, then his tongue, then…holy shit! My anus was getting wet! But how?! Was it his fingers or his tongue? Since he was making me feel so damn good, did I really want to know? “Oooh, you shit!” I moaned. “You little freak! What are you doing to me?” I tried to match the sensations to tell what was where, but soon, his fingers came to surround my clit, and then, I felt his hard cock press against my hot opening and with one strong push, he’d thrust himself all the way inside me. I groaned deeply as my pussy stretched to receive his long, hard cock. I could tell right away he’d been circumcised, but what he lacked in thickness, he more than made up for it in length! In my ear, he whispered, “Move with me.” Then he bent his left knee and held me as I did the same. It’s a good thing I like his horny ass! I thought to myself. Now, not only did we have more leverage; with my ass where it was, my back arched, and his cock right on target, I was completely at his mercy as he thrust deeper and deeper inside me. I couldn’t move anywhere except with the motions of his hips. Each dip and roll had me on the verge of either moaning from terror or gasping with pleasure. His shaft seemed to rub against every inch of my tight opening, teasing me one moment, and tearing into me the next. I wished I had something to grab onto. The carpet was plush, but not enough for a tight grip. All it did was scratch at my already overripe nipples the more Glenn pushed into me. His hands clutched at my hips, throwing them onto his penis, making my poor little clit bang into his sac again and again. “Ah Glenn! Oh fuck, that is good! That is so good! Aaahhh, shit, yes! YES!” Screaming as I came, I buried my face in the carpet on the top stair. As my pussy gushed and shuddered, I could feel Glenn’s cock tense and gush inside me. His fingers dug into my sides, then flattened against my skin as his own orgasm roared through his body. “Sami! Oooohh FUCK! Sami…ooohhh yeah, Sami, yeah….” I heard him sigh as he slid his arm underneath me, and slowly, walked us up the stairs. As we collapsed, I felt moisture on my thigh and wondered if the cum stains would show on the carpet. Giggling for a moment, I looked up and saw the streetlights were on down the street. “Hey, the lights are on.” “Hmmm, so they are. Want to go see them?” “Go outside?’ “No. I mean, go to the window.” “We can’t. We’re naked!” “We sure are, aren’t we? Come on, Sam! This neighborhood’s deader than Elvis! Besides, where else can we get this naked in front of a window this big?” “I know another place where we can get naked…” I said in a sultry voice while licking my way down his chest. “Why don’t you just lie back and let me show you?” To Be Continued… Housesitter The one-storey ranch home was 60s modern and easily blended into the peaceful suburban neighborhood. But as Amy approached the front door she had a pang of regret. Sure, she had been here many times to see Jackie, dinner parties, a charity and an art show, but at those she knew she'd be going home at the end of the night. Why she had agreed to house-sit was beyond her. Dripping wet and in a towel, Jackie greeted her with a hug and customary kiss on the cheek. Amy found herself almost wincing, there was always something not genuine about her friend. Were they friends? They had worked out together countless hours (And it showed Amy liked to think) But would Amy count on this woman in a moment of need? She wondered, then pushed these thoughts out of her mind as she followed Jackie inside. The air conditioning was a welcome change from the Nevada heat. Amy trailed Jackie into her huge master bedroom. Disappearing into her walk-in closet, Jackie made small talk about her upcoming trip, using words like "lifesaver" and "hero" to describe Amy, oblivious to her slight discomfort at such praise. In the middle of one of these compliments Jackie casually tossed away her towel and her lean, tan-line free and muscled body continued it's frenzied search. Amy instinctively looked away then found herself wandering off, deeper into the house. Jackie had been married young and the speedy divorce had won her an easy lifestyle. Amy eyed photos of the people and many parties here she hadn't been to. There had been stories of wild goings on at these events and scandal surrounding Jackie. Not that Amy was an angel herself, she confided in her real friends that she would try anything once. Or twice. She came to what she thought was the guest bath. Tried the door and found it locked. Odd. As she pondered... "Amy?!" Jackie's voice startled her and Amy turned to see Jackie in a dress that could've been mistaken for a slip. The woman looked beyond Amy to the locked door but Amy changed the subject - "Well, you'll be the best dressed person in first-class!" Jackie blushed, a sucker for flattery. CHAPTER 2 "Forty-eight hours" thought Amy. "Forty-eight hours and I'm back in my own condo and my own bed." It was nighttime and Amy was sitting with her now bare legs in the lazy-L pool, sipping a rum and coke. In the past few hours she had turned off the AC and gotten her travel-bag from the Jeep but the sweats she'd brought seemed like a bother to put on, and Amy had removed her bra and her jeans. "Making myself at home" she had said as she'd mixed the first of many drinks in her tank top and black thong. She was bored here, bored and lonely in a way she never would have been at home. Jackie had quite the DVD collection and Amy had tried a few movies but even old favorites could not hold her attention. She thought again of the locked room. It wasn't a bathroom after all. Why had Jackie looked so apprehensive? Then Amy thought: "Maybe I'll just walk by it." Fifteen minutes later she was wedging a Q-tip into the tiny hole on the mystery room's doorknob. "So I'm nosey" she said to the world, having learned long ago that when a decision was between inaction and action, the latter should win out. Or at least it made for the most interesting stories. With a POP the simple lock released for her. The room opened and Amy's eyes went wide... In the center a rack with chains at arm and ankle level. An old VHS video camera on a tripod, mirrors everywhere. She moved closer, realizing the rack's "chains" were actually handcuffs. This was a bondage room! Rods, whips, gags, lubes and things she couldn't identify. She gasped, then smiled "Jackie you crazy bitch!" A section of VHS tapes filled a beat-up entertainment center against the wall. There were names and dates on most of them. Amy hesitated but finally couldn't resist playing the first tape... Static. Then the nude form of an attractive woman filled the screen. Kneeling, her arms tied behind her with thick rope, Japanese bondage-style. The camera zoomed out to reveal a leather-clad Dominatrix over her, some kind of paddle in hand. Amy squinted and realized the dominatrix was Jackie. As the bound nude crouched at her feet, Jackie looked right at camera, seemingly right at Amy and ordered "You too - Out here now!" More than a little uneasy, Amy watched as a man who was obviously running the camera came out from behind it. He wore a towel around his waist but not for long. "Not a stitch for either of you, strip that off" ordered Jackie and the man unhooked the towel and bared, took his place next to the bound woman as Mistress Jackie began to paddle them both-- The THWACK of lash on skin... Amy watched, a range of emotions flooding her, from guilt at seeing her friend's private world(or semi-private she would later reason) to fear of her own discovery and finally - Her own arousal. Marveling at how damp she had become, Amy still felt it best to leave - She rewound the tape. On the screen the man's towel flew up from the floor and wrapped around him... CHAPTER 3 Flustered, Amy hurried into her makeshift room. Thinking of her travel bag, the vibrator she had debated bringing... It was a relief when she found it at the bottom of the bag, for a moment she couldn't remember if her puritanical side had won out as she had packed it and unpacked it several times. Moments later Amy was lying nude on the comforter, the low buzzing sound strangely comforting. Her heart was no longer racing but she wasn't getting off during this masturbating session either. She let her thoughts wander, fantasizing about the nude man and woman, imagining Jackie now dominating her and finally about dominating Jackie - The woman bound at Amy's feet... Amy using the paddle on Jackie's bare ass. Though the last scenario was by far Amy's favorite, it failed to bring much relief. Still horny and frustrated she pulled out the vibrator. "I need a new friend there" she thought. Not knowing if she meant Jackie or her little toy. A few minutes later Amy crawled beneath the covers wearing only another black, drier G-string. Soon she faded off to sleep. CHAPTER 4 Amy jerked awake around three A.M. Something had disturbed her...THUMP! She heard it again, got to her feet, groggy. And then came the nearby shatter of glass - Someone was breaking in! Heart pounding she dug in her bag, found the tiny bottle of mace there. Where was her phone? She thought it might be in the kitchen, hurried to get it, no time for clothes. Her bare feet touched cold tile as she made her way to the kitchen. Stopped short. The rear door had been forced open, glass on the floor - Amy retreated. Desperately seeking a house phone. And then she saw that the locked room had its door wide open! A FIGURE there! It turned... A Man, about six feet tall. Clean shaven and well-dressed he looked as surprised as she - But that's all Amy had time to think as she sprayed the mace! The man screamed, falling back and slamming against the bondage rack like some kind of rehearsed trick. He cried out, clawing at his eyes and coughing. Amy instantly felt terrible until the man looked right at her and she realized she was clad only in her tiny G-string. The guy (Mid 30's Amy guessed) looked at her wide eyed, red though they were. As he gawked, she did the only thing she could think of to avert his gaze. She maced him again. Screaming, he fell back, begging for her to stop. "Give me your jacket" Amy yelled just before realizing he wasn't wearing a jacket but a dark button-down dress shirt - Odd for a bugular but no time for that now - "Your shirt" she corrected, inexplicably calling the video to mind - "Strip". In a flash the tortured guy bared himself from the waist up, tossing the shirt to Amy who covered her front with it - The room's mirrors still reflecting and exposing her shapely ass. Her fight or flight reasoning told her to take control of the situation, it was the only way to stop her pounding heart. Instantly her eyes fell on the bondage rack, the handcuffs. "Against the wall" she ordered. The man was trying to explain, arms up defensively, trying not to seem threatening in spite of his lean muscled frame. "Please, my name's Chad - Let's talk about this...?" Amy's answer was to raise the mace. In a flash "Chad" had backed against the rack. "Now cuff yourself!" The next minute found Chad's arms each cuffed to one end of the vertical rack and Amy wearing his shirt. Now she could finally take a breath and look him over - Seemed like anything but a burglar. The man had a flat stomach with defined muscularity and a handsome, almost innocent face. He begged: "Please don't call the cops - Let me explain?" And then Amy surprised both of them by answering: "Not yet." Amy made it a point to know a little about a lot of subjects, the Japanese rope bondage on the video had reminded her of where it got it's start - The interrogation of prisoners. Stripped and bound was a very vulnerable position and helped encouraged passivity and compliance. Amy knew she held all the cards, a phone call and this would all be over. But she wanted some answers first, and she wanted them to be honest. The guy had seen her almost totally exposed and, though she wasn't an especially shy person, she sensed he was. Amy approached him now, an air of confidence that added to the fear she saw in his eyes. "When I said strip I meant all the way!" He could only stare, perplexed as she unhooked the belt around his not-inexpensive dress pants. As as she yanked them down she wondered to herself "what kind of bugular wears dress pants?" "Please stop!" Chad pleaded to no avail as she removed his shoes and socks, then pulled his pants down over his feet and off. He winced as her hand traced back up his thighs and over his tight boxer-briefs, grazing the noticeable bulge. Now she stepped back, admired him. Chad seemed to breathe a (very) slight sign of relief that she had still left him his underwear. She saw this and yanked them off. "Getting to the bare truth" Amy quipped as she looked over her naked prisoner. His good-sized penis was at half mast and pointed accusatorily in her direction - Looking like it wanted back inside. She smiled, enjoying the man's nakedness and even more his obvious shame and humiliation. She quickly scooped up all his clothes and hid them in the next room. A voice in her head wondered what the Hell she was doing but she ignored it. In a moment she was holding Jackie's longest, thinnest rod. "Now, talk!" Amy offered, expecting him to be evasive. She was right: "Please understand, I can't, but I have money, if -- No, wait...!" He begged as Amy pulled back the rod, aiming for his left thigh... CRACK! Chad winced, an "ahh" escaping from his lips. Amy moved around to his rear, took a long look at his exposed buttocks, (A nice ass she had to admit) But that didn't stop her from pulling back the rod and SMACKING both cheeks. A groan escaped Chad, trying to hold the pain in. She SMACKED him again - this time he cried out. Now he was pulling on the cuffs, uselessly scrambling to get free. "You're only making your wrists redder." Amy said. Then: "Speaking of redder..." she lined up for his bare ass once again, then wound up for a real hit, ignoring his pleading as she leaned into this one... THWACK! Chad's body stiffened at the intense pain, then collapsed, tears in his eyes, he was beaten. Amy took a breath, felt the small droplets of sweat on her chest. "Okay. Now do you want to explain yourself?" Chad's story took only a few minutes, there were starts and stops as he tried to avoid certain details but Amy grabbed lined up for his balls, SMACKED and he became instantly honest. She found out Chad had wound up in this same room on a drunk night two weeks ago. Jackie had videotaped him doing something that she was now threatening to use as blackmail. Chad explained he was running for a local councilman's position and this would ruin him. Whatever misgivings Amy had about her "friend" were back. Burglar or not, Amy felt a little sorry for Chad but decided to withhold judgement until she saw what he had done. "Show me which tape." She demanded, trying not to let any empathy show in her voice. Looking as defeated as could be, he pointed to one on the end, his name on it. Chad's head lowered as she placed it in the VCR. Though she noticed his "other head" had actually stiffen considerably... The tape was cued up and revealed a masked woman who Amy realized had to be Jackie, her former dominatrix look replaced by lacy white lingerie. Two more masked women came out from behind the camera, stripper-grade bodies barely contained by matching skimpy outfits, similar to Jackie's. "Classy" said Amy as she realized Jackie must have set this trap in advance. Over Amy's shoulder, Chad pleaded softly "Please...Don't watch." She kept her eyes on the screen, wondering what it was that could be so bad. Jackie's called out "enter!" Now the room's door opened and a drunk-looking Chad entered, naked, his penis fully erect. Jackie's voice lowered, a false sweetness in it, "Time for your performance!" As the other women produced a tube of lubrication, drunk Chad began to stroke his erection. More lube was rubbed on him, both women now stroking his bare thighs and chest as he continued, egged on by Jackie. Amy turned to Chad: "I see you're right handed. Now really, where's the part she can blackmail you with?" Somehow his face looked more surprised than when she'd first gotten the jump on him. "This IS the part! I'll be a statewide joke if this gets out." Amy tried to understand, asked: "But... You're not doing anything wrong - Anything that we ALL don't do, it's natural, healthy!" Chad nodded, surprised by her understanding, seemed to take some comfort in it. Amy continued "I love watching a hot guy jack off..." She stopped herself, decided to keep private how she could nearly get off on the visual alone, like a secret window into a man's private world. Amy looked back at the screen, realizing then just how wet she was. This whole thing was almost overwhelming, she could no longer deny it. An idea struck her. A moment later she held the cuff keys and unlocked his right arm. "You're letting me go?" Hope filled his face. She was glad to see it. "In a moment I'll even give you the tape you came for." As Chad exhaled in relief, she turned on the room's video camera. Before he realized what had happened she was recording! "Um, I noticed you... The camera?" Amy nodded but didn't answer, she was too busy finding the right bottle of lube in Jackie's collection. He went on: "You...are letting me go, right?" Then she was rubbing the lube on his dick, feeling it getting harder in her palm. Amy didn't want him to know how much he had gotten to her, made her wet, heart beating a mile a minute. As if one of him wasn't enough she was being distracted by his images on the screen - "video Chad" getting closer to climax as the three vixens cooed and laughed. Amy rubbed plenty more lube, paying special attention to his balls on this pass. She motioned to the screen and advised "You better catch up with yourself." Chad looked into the camera, realized she wanted him to... "Perform for me" she said. Amy took his hand, put it palm down on his throbbing member, they began to stroke together, getting him started. "Stroke it... I want to watch you jack off." He didn't fight her but she could tell the camera was a concern... "Don't worry" She comforted. "I give you my word I'll only use this new tape for myself. In fact, to get myself off." Chad studied Amy's face, for the first time he took in how beautiful she was. His eyes roamed to her lean, muscled legs under the shirt. Thought of the flat stomach and full tits he hadn't time to appreciate before they were hidden away. Chad believed her, what choice did he have anyway? "I will" he relented. "But just - Let me see your body?" Amy was the type of person who rarely denied anything to her friends and less to her lovers. But this time she liked the control of only one of them stripped bare, told him so as she backed away a few steps... "Next time" she promised. Chad stroked his hard cock and Amy very much enjoyed the view, on the brink of cumming without even touching herself. She loved the sight of his muscles flexed, his body stiff. She heard the building of his breath, felt it on her neck as she moved tantalizingly close to him, then away. "I want you to pop for me - want to see you cum hard!" Her mind was swimming, gazing from the Chad on the screen to the prisoner before her. Sweat now slicked his chest, making his lean muscles even more defined. As Chad's breathing grew short, Amy motioned to the screen, whispered in his ear "Double you." Whatever happened in the future, she let this moment wash over her. Beamed as the Chad on the screen came to the cheers of the three vixens. Then Amy cheered as well when her prisoner began to cum - "So much of it" as the warm cum shot out. She squealed and he gave a deep gasp of relief, thanks in his eyes. Amy let his cum run over her fingers, spreading his warmth over his balls and bare stomach and finally onto her own body, ripping open the shirt to access her hard nipples. Chapter 5 The sun was just rising when a runner from the nearby women's college track team approached the house, paying it no more attention than any other on this quiet street. She had bought her sports top and running shorts just the day before and her pre-coffee brain was still reasoning if the outfit was too revealing, showing off all of her six-pack abs and the very bottoms of her cheeks. "Not that there's anyone to see them" she thought, lonely as it was this time of day. And then she saw him. An athletic nude man darting into the empty street, running at a clip that would've impressed even her coach. Jean watched, slack jawed as the man met her eyes and raised the only thing he held, what looked like an old VHS tape, to hide his face. ("He chose to hide "his face?" She would later giggle to her girlfriends) The man hustled into a parked BMW and started it up, speeding off. As Jean watched him go she began to giggle, then laugh. Nearby, Amy lay on her borrowed bed wearing her newly stolen shirt, the just-shot tape next to her. She'd serve out the rest of her time here as promised but she had no intention of being friends with Jackie, however superficially. Amy thought of Chad, how she bid him goodbye as he still pleaded for his clothes, describing how there were mostly women in his high-rise condo building and always someone in the elevators. Now she chuckled as she took out her vibrator. Feeling no frustrations this time as she switched it on, let it do its work. Almost instantly, Amy was about to cum, this time there would be satisfaction. As pleasure flooded her body, releasing the night's pent up sexual energy, she wondered how Chad was doing right now. Chad had already chucked the tape when he pulled his car into his condo's underground parking and prepared to make the mad dash for the elevator. Cursing himself for not having at least a jacket in the backseat he thought once again of Amy, warmly recounted her parting words: "If you want to see me again, for tomorrow night at least, you know where to find me." END