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Housesitting

By: Mikechoj



My name is Lisa. I am 5'3", with 38D breasts, a plump butt, and a pussy that gets extremely wet when aroused. I have medium length brown hair. I love sex, and my lover Mike knows just how to satisfy me. 

I am house sitting right now....the house is out in the woods - not another house in sight. It is very scary right now because the entire downstairs has lots of windows and no curtains on them - whoever is outside can see right into the house. 

I am alone, taking a hot bath, thinking of my boyfriend making love to me. I'm fondling my large breasts, squeezing the nipples ever so softly. My hand slides down to my pussy, and I begin to rub my clit. The more I think about Mike's hard cock thrusting deep inside my hot wet pussy, the wetter I become....but I am not alone. You are outside my window, watching me as I pleasure myself. 

Your cock is getting very hard as you continue to watch me. You pull out your dick and begin to stroke it, faster and faster. As it continues to grow you see my face as I bring myself to orgasm. Your cock is now rock hard, and you quietly enter the house, not wanting to make a sound. You walk down the hall in anticipation, knowing that I am now lying in the hot tub with my legs spread open waiting for your hard cock to thrust deep inside my juicy cunt. The thought of that first thrust inside my hot pussy sends a wave of hot arousal throughout your entire body - nothing can compare to that feeling of first penetration into my pussy.

We start kissing very passionately, and our hands begin to wander. Your hands begin to rub my breasts as my hands begin their journey down to your hard awaiting cock. You begin to lick my breasts, making my nipples very hard. My cunt is very wet now, and my hand finally makes its way down to your cock. I begin rubbing it and stroking it faster and harder. We both begin to moan with pleasure. I sit on the outer edge of the hot tub with my legs spread open awaiting your tongue. You begin to lick my juicy cunt. Your tongue is swirling in my pussy and I begin to rub and feel my breasts. I begin thrusting against your tongue as you continue to bring me pleasure.  I finally cum with a wave of orgasmic juices, splashing pussy liquid all over your face. 


"It's time for something a little softer", I say, as I get up and head for my bedroom.

You follow the rose petals to my room. The house is filled with candles. As you enter the room, I am lying in a bed of rose petals waiting for you, my legs spread open as I continue to pleasure myself. We embrace in a long passionate deep kiss as our hands caress each other's bodies. Your lips move to the nape of my neck, then to my swollen breasts. You kiss and suck on my breasts making my nipples perk up. I grab your cock and begin to stroke it, making it soooo hard. 

"Mmmmm...."

As we both become so aroused and our moans of pleasure become louder, I say to you, "Fuck me with your hard cock, I want you now!". 

As you thrust your penis deep into my wet, silky heat our moans of gratification are harmonized. As your cock is thrusting deep inside me, I meet your slow and deep thrusts. I grab your butt and pull you deeper into me. Your thrusts go deeper, faster and more frequent. 

You tell me that you want me to ride your cock. I climb on top of your erect pole and my wet pussy slides onto your hard member, which is already wet from my love juices. I rock back and forth, up and down, telling you how much I love to ride your cock. I continue to ride your cock, moaning with pleasure, feeling your dick deep inside me. Not being able to stand the pleasure anymore I explode in orgasm. The expression on my face excites you even more, as I continue to moan from the pleasure, my juices explode all over your cock. Your cock is dripping from my love juices. 

I am soooo wet now, as we begin to make love again, you are on top thrusting your cock deep within my cunt. You are telling me about your threesome fantasy. We are both so turned on from it, the thought of me sucking on your cock as you are licking another women's pussy is so exciting. Your thrusts into my cunt are becoming faster. You fantasize about her exploding her pussy juices in your mouth, and then passionately kissing me as I taste her love juices, which excites me as much as it excites you. The thought of fucking me and then her excites you even more, and we are so aroused from the thought of this fantasy that we both explode in orgasm. Your hot cum fills my love hole as my juices burst all over your cock. 

Exhausted from a night of passion, we both fall asleep, cuddling all night long to keep our bodies warm as they cool from our hot love making, and then we begin again in the morning.....

Housesitting



This is my first submission. Any feed back will be appreciated. 

I heard the shower running, when I walked into the apartment. I poured myself a small glass of vodka, and sat in the recliner. I pulled the handle to lean the chair back, and reached for the TV remote.

This was not my apartment or my chair. It was my boss’s home. He had gone to Europe, for a few months, and had offered me a large bonus, to live in his apartment, until he got back. The building was pretty secure, and a house sitter was not necessary, but he said he’d feel better with some one there. Of course, when he hired me to do this, he had no idea that his 19-year-old daughter would be home from college, for the summer!

I had already moved in, when she arrived home. When I called Mr. Turner and told him she was there, he told me to go ahead and stay. He said that his daughter, Becky, would probably only be there a day or two, and then she would go to her mother’s house, in California. He did not think his daughter would stick around, with him out of town. She did not leave.

After being in the apartment with her for a week, I had seen enough of Becky Turner, to know that I wanted to see all of her! She was about 5 foot 4 inches tall, and did not weigh more than about 110 pounds. She had dark brown hair that went almost to her waist, and dark brown eyes that were beautiful. Her body measurements were around 34-22-34, and she had c cup tits. Her tits looked full and firm and there was no hint of sag. Whatever she did at college kept the rest of her body in fabulous shape, too. Her tummy was flat and firm, and her ass could make the Pope drool! Her legs were pleasantly athletic and looked silky smooth. I knew so much about her, because she walked around the apartment in almost nothing. I saw her in short, tight shorts that looked painted on, and equally tight tank tops. I saw her in spandex work out clothes and in bikinis. She apparently slept in a thong and a tight half t-shirt, and she had no problem letting me see her in it. I had to hide an erection, anytime I was in the same room as Becky, for more than two minutes. Of course, I was smart enough to leave the boss’s daughter alone! She did not make it easy for me to keep from jumping her, either. She knew what her body did to me, and she loved it. She took every opportunity she could, to tease me. 

I turned on the TV and took a sip of vodka, when I heard the shower turn off. I flipped through the channels, and wonder what she would be wearing, this time. Just thinking about Becky, I felt my cock twitch, as it started to stiffen. 

After a few minutes, I heard the bathroom door open. I could see down the short hallway, from where I sat. When the door opened, I looked over. I was surprised to see that it was not Becky who came out! The girl who walked out of the bathroom was a blonde.

She had a towel wrapped around her body, and was still drying her hair with another. She heard the TV and looked over, directly at me. At first, she looked shocked, but then she smiled, as she walked toward me. She was about 5 foot 7 inches tall and looked to weigh around 110. Her wet hair was dark blonde and looked curly. The skin that showed above and below her towel looked to be lightly tanned and smooth. The towel was clinging to her body, showing off her great figure. The towel looked like it was only inches to long to show me her pussy, and her legs were long and slim. As she walked into the living room, I saw that her eyes were very light blue. There was almost no color to them. 

“You must be Bert!” The blonde said, smiling. “Becky told me that someone who works for her dad was staying here, house sitting. She just didn’t say you were so cute!”

“I am Bert.” I said. “Intruders don’t normally take showers, and you mentioned Becky, so I will assume that you did not break in!” She giggled.

“No, I didn’t break in!” She said. “I guess Becky didn’t tell you I was coming! I am a friend of hers, from college. My name is Jenny.” She leaned toward me and held her hand out, for me to shake. Because of the way she was leaning, her towel started slipping. 

“Nice to meet you.” I said. As I shook her hand, the towel fell to the floor. Jenny blushed, turning beet red, but she made no move to hide her flawless body. Her measurements were about 36-23-36, and she her tits looked to be d-cup, at least. They were firm and beautiful, with no evidence of gravity affecting them. Her areolas were about the size of poker chips and were light brown in color, only a little darker than her lineless tan. She had no tan lines above or below her waist. I could see the slit of her pussy lips, and not even a hint of hair, blonde or otherwise! My cock immediately became rock hard!

“Oops!” She said, giggling nervously. 

“It’s very nice to meet you!” I said. It had been months since I had seen a naked girl, and I thought I was gonna cum in my pants. 

“I take it you like what you see!” Jenny said, posing so that I got a good look at her body. I nodded my head. I noticed as her gaze went to the bulge in my pants. “Becky told me that I’d like you!” Jenny said. “She was right!” Jenny suddenly leaned forward and grabbed my cock, through my jeans. After a brief squeeze, she reached for my zipper.

“What are you doin’?” I asked. She unbuttoned my jeans and pulled the zipper down.

“You see me, so it’s only fair that I see you!” She said. She started to pull down both my jeans and my underwear. My hips lifted off the chair, as if they had their own mind. My large cock flopped out of its prison and pointed up, toward Jenny’s tits. “Wow, that’s huge!” Jenny exclaimed. With my pants at my knees, she reached out and wrapped her hand around my shaft. Her thumb and her longest finger could not touch, as they encircled my cock. Jenny started to move her hand slowly up and down my shaft. It felt incredible to have some one other than myself stroking my meat. I watched Jenny’s face as she licked her lips. Her nipples looked as hard as my cock.

I reached out and cupped a breast in each hand. They felt as firm and soft as they looked. Jenny’s eyes closed and a moan escaped her lips, as I started to massage her tits. I pinched and twisted her nipples. 

Suddenly, Jenny leaned forward and kissed me. I pushed my tongue into her mouth, and started to explore it. Her tongue seemed to attack mine, trying to force it back to my own mouth. When I did pull my tongue back, hers followed. I massaged her tongue with mine, as she tried to taste my tonsils. She continued to give me a hand job, and I continued to massage her tits. Jenny broke the kiss as suddenly as she had started it. She went to her knees and started to lick my shaft. She coated my cock with saliva, before she took its head into her mouth. Her tongue continued to twirl around my shaft while inch after inch disappeared between her beautiful lips. My fingers ran through her wet hair as I let out a moan. When my cock head hit the back of her mouth, Jenny gagged and pulled of a little. She sucked on the part of my cock that was in her mouth, and she stroked the rest of it with both hands. After half a minute, her head started to bob up and down my cock, to the same rhythm that her hands stroked it. Each time, she seemed to take more into her throat, before she gagged. All the while, her tongue was drawing figure eights, along the bottom of the pole. I closed my eyes and laid my head back, letting out a long, low moan. When I felt her nose in my pubes and my balls hit her chin, Jenny stopped bobbing her head. I looked down and saw, for the first time ever, my entire nine and a half inch rod inside a girl’s mouth. Jenny applied suction with her mouth and her throat muscles started to flex, milking my cock. I knew I wasn’t going to be able to take much of this! I was surprised that I had lasted as long as I had. 

“I gonna blow!” I said, after barely a minute had passed. Jenny did not pull herself off of me. She only sucked harder as my cum started shooting out of my cock and down her throat. Jenny kept her chin on my balls, until my cock stopped spewing its seed into her. She then pulled her mouth off of me. The air-conditioned air chilled my wet cock as it left the warmth of her mouth.

“My belly feels so full, now!” Jenny said, rubbing her flat tummy. “Full of your cum!” She reached over and took my glass of vodka off the table. She poured about half of it into her mouth and swirled it around, before swallowing it. Then she poured the rest of it into her mouth and leaned forward to kiss me. The vodka poured into my mouth when her tongue forced my lips open. My left arm went around Jenny, pulling her tight against me, while my right hand started to roam around on her skin. 

As soon as my fingertips touched her nipple, Jenny moved. She leaned forward more, and put her tits in my face. She held her right tit in her hand and pushed her nipple against my lips. I started to nibble and suck on it. Jenny moaned lightly. My right hand started to squeeze her other tit. After a few minutes, Jenny took her right tit away and fed me her left tit. Then, a moment later, she pulled back and looked at me.

“Would you go down on me?” Jenny asked. “I know we just met, and all, but would you do that?” 

“How could I possibly refuse?” I asked. Jenny grinned and squealed with delight. I pulled her mouth to mine, for a brief kiss, before she moved off of me. She held out her hand, for me to take. I held her hand, as I got out of the chair. 

Jenny led me over to another chair. I removed the rest of my clothing, as we walked. Jenny sat on the chair. I leaned over her and kissed her. Pushing her back on the chair, I kissed my way down her body, stopping briefly at each nipple. I also stopped to make out with her belly button, for a second, before moving down between her legs. Jenny spread her legs, putting her knees over the chair arms. I looked at her beautiful pussy. The fingers on my right hand traced her outer lips, before parting them. I blew lightly on her, as my fingertips explored every fold of Jenny’s sex. She moaned and played with her own breasts. I leaned in and started to kiss her pussy. The tip of my tongue retraced the path my fingers had taken when they explored her. Jenny moaned and pushed her hips toward me. My tongue slid down her slit and pushed into her hole. Jenny grabbed the back of my head and pulled me tightly to her while I shoved my tongue into her pussy. My fingers moved up and started to rub her clit. I swirled my tongue in random patterns as I pumped it in and out of her. Jenny was moaning continuously and pushing her hips against me. After several minutes, I pulled my tongue out of her, and licked up to her clit. Holding her clit with my teeth, I started to write my name on it, with my tongue. I pushed the first two fingers of my left hand into Jenny’s hole and started to fuck her with them. 

“I’m cumming!” Jenny cried, after only a few minutes of this treatment. She squealed loudly and her entire body started to tremble as her juices washed over my face. As Jenny’s orgasm subsided, I moved up and started to kiss her. She pushed her tongue into my mouth, tasting herself. My cock rubbed along her slit, as we kissed. Jenny pushed her hips against me so that my cock was sliding between her pussy lips and against her clit.

“I know we just met and all,” I said. “But can I fuck you? It’s been a long time since I have, and you have made me very horny!”

“I can’t believe you even asked!” Jenny said. “And I am surprised that you haven’t shoved it into me already!” While she said this, she pointed the tip of my cock at her vaginal opening. I pushed into her, but not far. Jenny’s pussy was tight around my thick cock. I went in about an inch and a half, with the first push. Jenny gasped. Then I pulled out pushed again, going in further this time. On my third thrust, Jenny pushed her hips toward me as I pushed in. We continued on in this manor until my cock was hitting her cervix. I stopped moving, to allow Jenny to adjust to the size of my cock. I kissed her. 

“You are tight!” I said. “It feels great!”

“Yeah.” Jenny said. It sounded almost as if she moaned it. “Yours is only the second cock to be in me, and the other one was not even half the size of yours!” She kissed me, probing my mouth with her tongue. She locked her ankle together, behind my back, and started to move her hips. Jenny’s hips rolled as she thrust against me. I started to pump my cock into her. Soon we developed a rhythm, increasing our speed with each thrust. The volume of Jenny’s moans seemed to be directly proportional to the speed of our fucking. Jenny and I were soon totally lost in each other. Anything could have been happening around us, and we would not have noticed it.

“I’m cumming!” Jenny said in a voice that was about half moan and half squeal. Her body tensed up, and her pussy gripped me tighter than anything ever had, for a several seconds. Then her body started to spasm and tremble. Her pussy pulsed around my cock, and the vice like grip of her pussy is all that kept me from joining her in orgasmic bliss. 

As soon as Jenny’s body started to relax and her pussy released my cock, I started blasting her insides with cum. I was unable to stop myself from cumming inside her, or even warning her that it was going to happen. My cock was half way inside her, when it erupted. My instincts were to push in further, and that’s what I did. My cock pulsed for almost a minute, spitting its seed into Jenny’s hot pussy. When I finished, my cock slipped out of Jenny, and I slumped onto the floor, in front of the chair. I lightly kissed the inside of her left thigh.

“Well!” Becky said, behind me. I had not even noticed that she had come into the room. I looked at her. “I walk around her, for days, in clothes that just screamed for you to fuck me, but you never even touched me. I leave my best friend here, alone, for an hour, and when I get back, your fucking her brains out!” 

to be continued…



Housesitting



A grin passed over my lips as I pulled my car into the driveway. The house I was taking care of belonged to my friend Lori and her new husband. Over the last year, I had fallen in love with Lori while I worked with her. Every time she was around, I couldn't help but stare at her beautiful red hair, her friendly smile, her thin frame. Even in her mid thirties, she was more gorgeous than any 20 year old I met. I knew that, being a 22 year old girl, there would never be a chance for us, but I wished...oh how I wished. Getting my suitcase from my trunk, I walked hurried to the front door. Her car was already gone, so I knew I wouldn't get a chance to see her. Just the same, I couldn't wait to get inside. Shutting the door behind me, I set my luggage in the entry way. 

"Morgan, Artemis!" I called to the dogs I would be watching over. I set my keys on the table in the hall and continued into the house.

"Where are you guys?" I called again, a little nervous about how quiet the house was. 

"Mitch? Come on out!" The hair on the back of my next stood up with the silence. Peeking into the kitchen, I found no trace of the pups. I stopped and listened for a moment, hoping to hear something to betray their location. A shuffling came from the master bedroom. A jolt of fear ran through me, as it was not the sound of anything canine. It sounded like someone shutting a drawer. Holding my breath, I slowly advanced on the half open door. As I reached the bedroom, another sound invaded my ears. Very slowly, I pushed open the door, preparing myself for a conflict. What I found there was not what I expected in the least. 

Standing at the foot of the bed stood the girl of my dreams. Lori wore a sexy white bustier with skimpy white panties. White garters were clipped to a pair of knee-high nylons. She looked as though she was waiting for me. Inhaling sharply, I felt my face grow red. Turning my eyes to the ground, all I could do was stammer. 

Taking a deep breath I managed to whisper "I'm sorry...I thought you were already gone." 

Lori smiled and licked her lips. 

"I stayed behind." She simply stated. 

Stealing a quick glance I could only ask "Where's Anthony?" She ran a hand up the pillar of her four poster bed and leaned against it, her top lifting to show the smooth skin of her belly. 

"I told him to go ahead, that I would catch up later." Running the fingers of her other hand along the neckline of her bustier along her soft pale-skinned breasts, I could feel her staring at me. 

"I've seen the way you look at me, Jill. I know you want to look at me now, don't you?" 

My heart beat hard and I felt my own panties growing wet. 

"I-I...I don't know what you're talking about." I lied. Her shoulders relaxed a bit and a disappointed expression came over her face. 

"You mean, you were never interested in me?" She asked in a slightly pained tone. She began to turn away from me. Swallowing hard, I reached out and grabbed her arm. 

"Wait..." I prompted. She turned her face back to me, and I did what I dreamed of doing for so long. Placing my hand behind her head, I pulled her close to me and kissed her hard. It was a kiss that had been waiting to be freed for a year now and it showed it. My tongue desperately pushed it's way past her lips and flicked hers. I wrapped my other arm around her back, my hand resting on the small of her back. If I wasn't wet down below before, there was no question about it now. My juices drenched my panties as I explored her mouth. I could feel her hands toying with the button of my jeans, and then my zipper. Never stepping away from her, I kicked my shoes off, then pulled my socks off. 

She lowered my pants, and, as I was stepping out of them, her hands squeezed my ass tightly. I felt the satin of her top against my skin before I realized my shirt had been removed. My hands were exploring her body as if by their own accord, touching her hips, her thighs, and finally, her small perky breasts. Reaching my hands down to the backs of her thighs, I picked her up and held her against me. As I was thanking myself for going to the gym, her legs wrapped around my torso while my hands locked behind her back. My lips were on her neck now, kissing, sucking, nibbling. Her breaths had turned to soft moans of pleasure. 

Carrying her easily over to the bed, I laid her down on her back and took in her every curve with my eyes. She was slowly unsnapping the bustier, a hungry look in her eyes. I quickly undid my bra and tossed it aside, freeing my own large tits. I stood over her, in only my little black cotton panties. Finally free from her satin imprisonment, she slipped her top out from under her and dropped it on the floor. 

Climbing up onto the bed and on top of Lori, I lowered my mouth to hers once more. My hand found it's way to her breast and her erect nipple and began to rub softly while her own hand stroked my thigh. Unlocking my mouth from her lips, I ran flicked my tongue across her nipple quickly. As she arched her back, the hand on my thigh found it's way beneath the elastic band of my panties. As she rested her hand on my pubic mound, I took her breast into my mouth. Moaning softly, she reached one of her fingers down into my wet cunt. As she slowly thrusted her finger in and out, my hands caressed her body passionately. 

"Oh, Lori" I moaned "You don't know how long I've wanted you." My body tingled with desire as she took her time to fuck me with her finger. I could feel her other hand on my tit, rubbing and stroking. 

Smiling at my pleasure, she whispered softly "You have an even more incredible body than I ever imagined." Just the thought of this woman imagining what my body was like was enough to bring me close to orgasm. Sucking hungrily on every soft spot of skin I could reach, I writhed with pleasure at her touch. A fire was building inside of me that screamed to be let out as I escalated toward climax. Focusing purely on the intense sensations between my legs, I could feel myself getting lightheaded with desire and satisfaction. Just as I felt I may topple from dizziness, my orgasm exploded within me. I let out a deep groan as I slumped forward between Lori's heaving breasts. 

Even though I couldn't see her, I could feel the smug smile on her face as she leisurely shifted her fingers from my exhausted pussy to my tingling clit. Stopping there only to rub for a second, she continued the path along my hip to my back, where she rest her hand just below my neck. Regaining my strength and energy, I kissed my way down to her stomach. Nibbling at her hips and thighs, I use my hands to spread her legs. I stroked the private triangle between her hips and her dripping sex. Lowering my head between her legs, I spread her lips slightly. I feel the muscles in her legs clench somewhat and now it's my turn to smile. I run my tongue from the tip of her clit down to her pussy and pause for a second, letting her whimper for more. 

"Oh, yesss." She hisses "Please do it, Jill." Smiling again, I thrust my tongue deep into her. Her wordless sounds fill the air as I lick at her sweet juices. Licking my lips, I savor her flavor. 

"I never thought you'd taste this good." I moan. Eagerly, I lick and suck at her. Her body squirms and bucks against my mouth as my tongue dances inside her. Holding her hips, I drive my tongue deep inside her, then drawing it back out. I feel her hands grasp behind my head and pull my mouth into her anxious slit. My face pressed against her, I run the tip of my tongue along the walls of her convulsing pussy, massaging the pulsating muscles. Her voice grows louder and higher pitched as I go faster and faster. I can feel the mixture of her juices with my saliva running down my chin and along her thighs. Her entire body tenses as she cums forcefully into my readily waiting mouth. Deep, ragged breaths heave her chest as I climb up to lie beside her. Wiping the liquids from my chin, I nibble softly on her ear. Her muscles tremble from the strain as she turns to kiss my softly. 

"That was even better than I thought it could be." I whispered drowsily. Sighing softly, Lori merely nods her head.

The next morning, I wake to find myself alone in her bed. If not for the aroma of sex and the white satin panties beneath my pillow, I might have thought it all a dream. In reality, it was a dream come true.



Housesitting



Henry fumbled for the key. Why had he told his father and stepmother that he'd keep an eye on their house while they were away? After a long day at work, the last thing he wanted to do was drive half an hour out of his way to check in on plants and a spoiled cat.

Besides, there was no reason his stepsister couldn't take care of things. Five years younger than Henry, Kirstin was eighteen, more than old enough to take care of the house she still lived in. "She isn't home much," Henry's father had explained when he'd made the housesitting request. "Between her college classes and her job, she's almost never around. Some nights she doesn't even come home."

Surely his father wasn't naïve enough to think Kirstin was staying out all night because of work and classes. But Henry figured it wasn't his place to break the news that sweet, innocent Kirstin was probably out partying. Or fucking.

Henry finally found the right key and opened the door. All the lights in the house were off. All except one. At the far end of the hallway, the family room light was on. Kirstin must have forgotten to turn it off. "Damn kid," Henry muttered. 

He headed down the hall. As he got closer to the family room, he heard noises. More specifically, sex noises. "She wouldn't," he thought. 

At the doorway of the room, Henry paused. Should he grab whatever kid Kirstin was with and shove him against a wall, or just tell him to get the fuck out? Grabbing could be a problem; it might get him accused of assault. So yelling it would be. Henry looked into the room.

And saw his little stepsister naked on the couch, gasping and moaning as she fucked herself with a dildo.

Henry's cock immediately stood at attention. Kirstin was gorgeous, he'd noticed that before, but her body... God, no wonder she was out all night sometimes. As though on its own, Henry's hand rubbed his cock through his pants. 

Fortunately, Kirstin's eyes were closed. "Fuck, yes!" she groaned. "Oh, my god, fuck me!"

Henry went closer, careful not to make any sound that might let Kirstin know he was there. Her breasts were firm and round, a C-cup at least, Henry estimated. A thin patch of blonde hair surrounded her pussy. As Kirstin thrust the dildo in and out of her cunt, she tweaked her nipples. It was one of the sexiest things Henry had ever seen.

He couldn't help himself. He undid his pants and grasped his cock. As he watched his sexy stepsister nearing her climax, he stroked himself toward his own. 

"What the fuck are you doing?" 

Startled, Henry let go of himself. Kirstin's eyes were open now; Henry had been paying so much attention to the dildo in her pussy that he hadn't realized she'd seen him. "I could ask you the same question," he said.

"I..." Kirstin laughed and looked at the dildo that still protruded from her. "Guess I can't lie my way out of it. I was horny. Got a problem with it?"

"No, but I have the same problem." 

Henry went to her and took hold of the dildo. "What do you think you're doing?" Kirstin demanded.

"This." Slowly, Henry moved the dildo in and out of his stepsister's cunt. "How does that feel?"

"You- you can't-" Kirstin let out a moan. "Henry... ah, fuck! Stop!"

Henry let go of the dildo. "You want me to stop?"

"No. I mean, yes. I mean, shit, Henry, you're my brother!"

"I'm your stepbrother, sweetie. Not the same thing." He pinched one of her nipples. "I could fuck you, and it wouldn't be any problem at all."

Kirstin slapped his hand. "It would if I didn't want you to fuck me."

"You're lying there with a dildo in your cunt. You want to be fucked." Henry pushed his pants down so Kirstin could see his cock. "Would you rather be fucked by a dildo, or by this?"

"Holy shit!" Kirstin wrapped her hand around his shaft as if to prove to herself it was real. "Henry, it's fucking huge! You mean I've been living with this all this time and never knew it?"

Enjoying the feeling of his stepsister's hand on his cock, Henry said, "I don't think you would have been interested before. But how about now? Which do you want, Kirstin? Your dildo or my cock."

"God, I'm such a fucking whore." Kirstin licked his cockhead. "I want this."

"Good answer." 

Henry pulled the dildo out of Kirstin's cunt and tossed it aside. She giggled. "I hope I remember to pick that up afterward."

"Might be kind of hard to explain if your mom or my dad found it," Henry agreed. He knelt between Kirstin's legs and lined up his shaft with her pussy. "Ready for this?"

"I've never had one that big. Fuck yes, I'm ready!"

Henry slid the first inch of his cock into her. "God, you're tight!" he said. "You sure you can take me?"

"Give it to me, big brother!"

With one hard shove, Henry buried himself to the hilt in his sexy stepsister's pussy. She screamed as the full length of his shaft penetrated her. Without giving her a chance to adjust, Henry began thrusting in and out of her. "Is this better than that fucking piece of rubber?" he asked.

"Fuck! Oh, my fucking god! Henry, fuck me!"

"I'll take that as a yes."

"Oh, fuck!" 

Kirstin screamed again, not in pain this time. Henry felt her cunt clench on his cock as she came. It was too much for him. With one last hard thrust, he emptied his balls into Kirstin's wet pussy.

He pulled out and stood. "Feeling less horny now?"

"Yeah." Kirstin grinned. "But it's just a matter of time before I'm horny again."

"You've got your little toy there."

"Uh huh." Kirstin grabbed his cock. "But I'd rather have this again. Good thing my mom and your dad are gone for the weekend."



Housesitting



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Doug and Kelly moved in across the street a few months ago. We are in the country, so they were about a half mile away, but we went to greet them anyway. They were a nice attractive couple, and invited us in with our plate of cookies and insisted we stay for a cook-out. We had a few beers and wine and got along great. 

We socialized occasionally, and played bridge with them a couple times when they brought it up. Mercy and I had played a few times before we were married but were really just above beginners, but Doug and Kelly were even worse. After a couple of routs, we didn't bring it up again, but they still wanted to play every so often. They seemed to be getting a little better, and once almost took a rubber off of us.

We had them over about a month later in September. They didn't have any children, while we had one teenager at home from college, Stacy. Doug and Kelly mentioned they both traveled on business quite a bit, and asked Stacy if she was interested in taking care of the house for them while they were away. Stacy jumped at the opportunity, even before she found out about the generous pay.

I went over with Stacy the first time. He had to show Stacy how to work the security system they had installed. Doug worked for an electronics outfit where he could get a lot of equipment way below retail. This was all new to Stacy, as we rarely even lock our doors, but Doug said Kelly had seen a lot of horror movies where bad things happened to people in isolated houses. Mercy and I laughed about it when we came home, as one of the things we liked about living in the country was not having had any trouble in the 10 years we had been here.

Doug and Kelly went to a convention together, and Stacy took care of things with no problem on Friday and Saturday. Saturday night she was invited to go to an amusement park with her friends on Sunday, and asked me if I could take care of the house. She was returning to college the following weekend. I agreed, with the condition she would mow the lawn for an hour in exchange. 

The next day I picked up the little reminder card Stacy had made for me and the key and was going out the door when Mercy asked if she could come with me. We walked the half-mile to their house, grabbing their newspaper on the way. 

I punched in the security code on the card and opened the door with the key when the green light went on. We fed the cat and then went up to the bedroom to water the plant there. We had never been upstairs in their house, let alone in their bedroom, and it was amazing. 

We live in an old farmhouse with character and we love it. Doug and Kelly live in a mini-mansion, which probably explained some of the security. The bedroom was as big as our living room with a king-size bed and its own entertainment center that could be concealed in a tasteful looking wardrobe. It was open though, with the large screen TV showing. We had seen their Super TV before in the movie room, but even this one was bigger than any of ours. It was then Mercy reminded me the Redskins-Cowboys game was on.

"We should watch it here -- it's better than any of our TVs." 

"I don't think that would be right." I said.

"Kelly told me to feel free to use their house while they were gone if we needed to get away for a little bit"

"OK -- but just for a bit. I want to be able to have a beer and relax."

I figured out how to turn on the TV and get the game on. The picture was fantastic -- it was HDTV of the best quality -- I have never seen anything like it. Mercy wasn't that big of a football fan, but even she was enjoying the quality of the picture. I noticed the surround sound system, and turned that on to, and it was like being at the game. The only place to really sit and get a good view was on the bed. My back was getting a little tired, but I tried moving back and sitting up right against the pillows, and the sound was even better and the picture looked better too.

Mercy had disappeared for a few minutes, but when she came back she had a couple open beers with her. "We can replace these before they get back." I finished mine by the end of the first quarter. It was some dark foreign beer I didn't remember the name of, but it tasted great and had quite a kick. Mercy usually prefers wine, but she was enjoying hers too. She went to the bathroom, and when she came back she had made another detour to the refrigerator. 

The second quarter was exciting with a lot of scoring. The game was close and I was pretty involved. Mercy was a little more interested in exploring the house. I didn't even notice she had come back into the room until she slipped in behind me and started to rub my shoulders and then kiss my neck. The Cowboys scored on the last play before the two-minute warning, and during the commercial I started to feel her firmly behind me.

I started to turn around to kiss her back, a kind of "rain-check" kiss, but she put her hands firmly on my shoulders. "I want to show you something I discovered." She said.

The game came back on, and the Redskins were out of timeouts but driving while she was fooling around behind me. She insisted on removing my T-shirt. She kissed my bare back while I watched Jason Campbell hook up with Chris Cooley. She kissed my arm and pulled it over my head. I watched a run for no gain. My wrist was encased with a soft handcuff, but it didn't really register until she had done the same to the other one. The Redskins kicked a field goal as time ran out in the first half.

Mercy appears shy to other people, and I thought she was when I first met her. But after I got to know her I discovered a wild adventurous streak in her that made my love for her complete. She liked to do things on the spur of the moment, and when she first tied me up in bed it was a fantasy come true I thought would never really happen. We did other things too, but only with each other. 

It had been a while since she had done anything like this. I was nervous about doing this in someone else's house, but it also made it more exciting. I was not going to turn down this opportunity. She moved around in front of me, and I saw she was wearing an outfit that must have been Kelly's. She had on black leather pants and a black leather shirt that was like a miracle bra -- her cleavage was pumped up and her nipples were pressing on the front.

She undid my belt and unsnapped my jeans Then she stood up, moved to the end of the bed, and grabbed the cuffs. She yanked as hard as she could and my pants flew off, exposing my tent-poled underpants. 

She teased me for a little bit, but then she caught one eye drifting towards the TV. "I'll make sure you pay attention" she said.

She stood between me and the television and yanked off my briefs, releasing my pent-up hardness. she grabbed my ankles, spread them, and secured them to the bottom of the bed with another pair of soft cuffs. I was about to ask where she got them, but she spoke first.

"I'm going to turn this off so I can get your full attention. I set the TIVO before we left." 

Mercy was not into technology, which is why she loves TIVO. She walked over to the cabinet and after looking at it for a couple of seconds she pressed a button on what I knew was probably a DVD player. What happened next changed our lives.

The football game disappeared and was replaced by a movie. At first it was like a scene out of Eyes Wide Shut. Two people were wearing masks and very little clothing in a room that looked familiar. They moved towards each other and undressed each other. The woman had a fantastic body with shapely melon breasts, though not as nice as Mercy's, and the guy had a dick that was very large and very hard. I heard a small gasp from Mercy. We watched porno films every so often, but this was much better than anything we had seen.

The woman got down on her knees and rubbed the big stiff cock all over her face with her eyes closed. She slowly teased it with her lips and the tip of her tongue before suddenly taking it all inside of her mouth in one quick motion. We both let out a gasp that was echoed by the male on camera. Mercy came up and lay next to me on the bed and absent-mindedly stroked and teased my helpless body as she watched the show.

As the video progressed the couple changed positions so the man was pleasing the woman, things started to look familiar, but I still couldn't quite place it. It was only when the man brought the woman to an orgasm with his tongue and she started shouting with pleasure that we both recognized the voice, and then the bodies and then the room. We were watching a video of Doug and Kelly. 

We didn't say anything to each other, but we were both incredibly turned on. Doug climbed up on Kelly and rubbed circles around the edge of Kelly's pussy before suddenly plunging in and ramming her hard. Kelly built to a crescendo again and came several times while Doug seemed to last forever. We were both excited and a little bit envious -- Doug not only was bigger than me but lasted longer. Finally, he let out a long roar as his body stiffened and convulsed against Kelly several times.

Mercy jumped off the bed, turned down the sound, ripped off the leather clothes and climbed on to me. She took my measure with two strokes and started pumping me with an animal urgency. I had never seen her act anything like this, and the surprise delayed my orgasm but not hers. She let out a fierce yell in less than a minute, one that reached down to my loins and set me off also. 

She was still wound up as she released my bonds, and I was still rock hard. When I was free I grabbed her hips in a frenzy and positioned her on the bed with her ass facing me. I knelt behind her and rammed her, quickly at first, but I varied my pace. We were facing the screen again, and I looked up to see that Doug and Kelly were in the same position as us. I matched my rhythm to his. Kelly started to come again, and that set both Doug and Mercy off, and I brought up the rear. When I glanced up at the TV one more time, I could swear that Doug was looking right at me.

As we caught our breath the frenzy faded -- it was a little like sobering up -- and we realized we had been carried away, but had no regrets. The movie had ended. 

As we were putting our clothes back on, another scene was starting. I went over to turn off the TV, but before I did, I caught a glimpse of Kelly wearing a revealing leather outfit with a mask, standing near a male in bondage. Mercy didn't see it and I didn't mention anything, bit it didn't look like Doug's body.

We put our clothes back on and Mercy went about straightening the bedroom up while I attempted to put the rest of the video equipment back how we had found it.. we locked up the house and made our way home.

We were wondering how it would be facing Doug and Kelly again, and decided to try and put off getting together. Kelly came by the next day and I was able to greet her as if nothing had happened, though it was tough not imagining her naked. She paid Stacy $100 for three days work, which was very generous.

"Where's my cut? I kidded Stacy playfully. Kelly got a strange look on her face and opened her mouth to say something, and then thought better of it. As I look back on it now, this was my first clue that something had changed.

As Stacy and I went back in the house, she told me all about Doug and Kelly and how cool they were. She said they had an internet business selling all kinds of high-quality video equipment with High-def, miniature cameras and listening devices, etc.

As I thought about all this, I started to feel a little more uneasy. As the week progressed, I would find I had good reason to feel that way.



Housesitting



It all started when Theresa accepted her girlfriend's offer to housesit her beach condo in Santa Monica for 2 weeks. The place was a dream, it had a very private sun deck, a wonderful view of the beach and ocean, and was the coziest, most comfortable place she had ever lived in. Two weeks there was like being in heaven.  After raving about the place to her best friends at work – 2 guys, Jeff and Brent – she accepted their challenge to fix them dinner at her new "pad". They would bring the groceries and wine, she would work her magic in the kitchen, and they would all share in the results.  The date was on; both guys would arrive at around Noon on Saturday morning for a weekend of relaxation. Since the condo had 2 bedrooms and 2 baths - the guest bedroom with 2 double beds – the boys would be comfortable staying over.   She had been close to these guys for over 3 years now, sharing her hopes and dreams with them after going through a rough divorce and getting her life back together. Having them to talk to really made a difference, they were like 2 gorgeous big brothers to her. She felt completely at ease around them and felt she could share anything with them – even her escapades in dating the seemingly unending stream of "eligible" guys that never quite made it. 

They were a killer trio at work, an incredible team that took on the toughest clients and problems with the practiced ease of professionals that knew exactly what each other's thoughts were. The 3 of them were the top performers for the entire company, unbeatable in delivering results for their clients.  Saturday morning arrived and she had the house spotless. It was a beautiful day with perfect weather. The temperature was in the high 70's and would get to a high of about 83 degrees. When the boys arrived at Noon with bags of groceries and 4 bottles of white wine she welcomed them dressed in her 2-piece swimming suit. After helping her put the things away, they immediately peeled off their shirts to reveal their massive chests, shoulders and arms. 

She was in heaven, although she had never thought of the guys as bed partners, they sure were hot to look at. She could feel herself dampen and her crotch convulse at the sight of those well-defined arms. Mmmmm... Oops, back to business.  They both disappeared into their bedroom and emerged shortly in swimming suits. She couldn't help herself and checked both of their "packages". Even relaxed, she could tell that they were both large and her crotch pulsed again as she let her gaze move up to their chests. They were both grinning and asked her to put some oil on their backs before they hit the deck. 

She followed them out, glad for the chance to get her mind of those arms and chests. Brent had a bottle of Hawaiian Tropic suntan oil, which he handed to her. 

Opening it, she was taken back to when she was a teenager, madly in love with a cute blonde guy named Matt. The smell of the tanning oil reminded her of the summer that she lost her virginity. It was 3 wonderful months of sun, sea and new sex, all punctuated with liberal applications of Hawaiian Tropic.  Brent had seated himself on the lounger with his back to her and was asking her to pour it on and get going. He wanted to get every minute of this wonderful sun. She poured some on his muscular shoulders and began spreading it on his back and arms. Ooooh... there went her crotch again. The sensation of the oil sliding on his well defined arms and shoulders really got to her.  Meanwhile Jeff was standing there taking this all in. After a few minutes of watching her work on Brent, with a big grin on his face, he said "my turn" as he sat on the other lounger. 

She poured some oil into Brent's hand so he could do his front (there was no way she was going to do it considering the shape she was in) and moved over to where Jeff was sitting. As she poured the oil onto his shoulders, she noticed that his arms and chest were not as hairy as Brent's but just as muscular. 

On cue, her crotch convulsed again, harder this time and she could feel the wetness on her swimsuit. She quickly worked the oil into Jeff's shoulders and back, getting lost in the sensation of the oil sliding across his firm muscles. 

She moved over slightly so he could turn around and lie face-down on the towel he had there. 

After she worked on his legs with the same delight in feeling the rest of his body, he looked at her with that infectious grin and said "now the front" as he flipped onto his back. 

Maintaining her self-control, she poured some of the oil in the middle of his chest and almost got lost in the way it beaded on the dark hairs. As she began to rub it in and around, she felt his nipples harden in response to her touch. Oh! . . . there goes her crotch again.   Finishing his chest, she went to his legs, which were not as hairy as his chest. Pouring the oil on, she worked some into each foot and moved up his leg to the bottom of his suit. God, she was getting wet again. 

With that big grin on his face, he raised his hips up and slid his suit down, saying, "please get this too". There was his beautiful cock, resting in a soft nest of dark hair, half-hard and beginning to grow as she watched. 

Taking a deep breath, she poured more oil onto his tummy and began to work it in, getting closer and closer to his now hard cock as she worked. 

It was all she could do to stay focused on applying the oil as her crotch was beginning to take over. She loved the way the oil glistened on the hairs around that magnificent erection. 

Without thinking, she poured more oil in her hand and begin pumping it, sliding her hand slowly up and down its length. God it felt good in her hand, beginning to throb and get even harder. 

She looked at it and marveled at the smooth, now shiny head, stretching the skin as she tightly slid her hand down the length of his cock.  At this point, Brent went "Ahem" and said, "if you aren't too distracted, would you mind finishing me?" Flashing her a big grin as he asked.   Flustered, she said "Oh . . yes . . I'm sorry, I got lost for a moment.  

His reply was "yes, I noticed".   Moving back over to where Brent's lounger was, she sat down while he lay back on his towel. She poured oil onto his chest and began spreading it. 

He was hairier than Jeff but his skin was so smooth that it could have been a girl's. She worked the oil into his chest and then moved down to his feet, massaging the oil in as she had done with Jeff. 

When she touched the bottom of his feet, he jumped. It appears that he was ticklish. She held his foot tightly at the ankle and lightly stroked the underside of his foot, sending him into fits of laughter. 

After a minute of this, he said "I give, I give, please stop, stop".  She grinned and said "OK, ok, I'll get back to work". She then moved up each of his legs, working the oil into his hard muscles, stopping at the bottom of his suit.   She looked him directly in the eye and said "Well?"

He grinned and slid his trunks off to reveal an absolutely beautiful cock. Apparently, the tickling had the effect of turning him on. 

Hmmmm, she would remember that. Pouring oil into both of her hands, she slid them down his cock, alternating slow, tight strokes with each hand. The head of his cock glistened with a drop of his pre-cum, beading up on the oil that coated his entire cock. He seemed almost ready to explode so she stopped, turned around and said "Ok, guys, now it's my turn".   She moved to the third lounger and sat on the towel there. Jeff came over with the oil and poured some onto her shoulders, working it into her back and arms. He had wonderful hands and she could feel the tension release from her back and neck. She lay face down on the towel and, reaching around, unsnapped the back of her top. 

Jeff worked on her entire back, kneading the muscles while she lay facing Brent, who was grinning at her and stroking his now hard cock. She was in heaven and her crotch was soo wet that it was practically dripping.  Jeff moved down to her feet and started in on them, working the oil into each foot slowly and methodically. He worked on each toe and spent extra time on the sole of her foot, alternating firm strokes with a light touch of his finger that sent shudders all the way up into her crotch. She got distracted from the sight of that lovely hard cock in front of her and lost in the sensuality of the massage she was receiving from Jeff.   After working his way up her legs, paying special attention to the insides of her thighs, he lifted her hips and slid her bikini bottoms off her. She thought about objecting but was floating from the sights and sensations she was experiencing and just accepted it.

He then poured some oil onto her ass and used those wonderful hands to work it in, creating an intense need in her to be touched. She began moving to his strokes, raising her ass to his hands, inviting them to enter her. He concentrated on the massage though; which had the effect of making her still hotter.  Finally, she turned over and allowed him access to her tummy and crotch. She was soo wet and could smell the spicy odor of her sex. God she was horny! 

He poured on some oil on her tummy and concentrated on massaging her, staying away from her sex, and driving her even higher in the process.  Then he stopped.  God, what was he doing, she thought. He stopped touching her. Now her body just screamed with desire. Here she was, so aroused and just left hanging. Ooooh . . . she could feel her sex pulsing with desire, wet and hungry for attention.  Brent spoke up and said "Hey guys, let's relax and get some sun. We can play later". With that he turned over, exposing that tight muscular ass of his to the sun and relaxed. 

Jeff got up, moved to his lounger and did the same. Like it or not, she was left on her own. She turned over and did the same, relaxing into the warmth of her erotic thoughts and the sun. She floated off into a half sleeping state, thoroughly aroused and thoroughly relaxed at the same time. Several hours passed while they all enjoyed the warmth and sun, flipping over occasionally to tan evenly.  As the sun dropped and the fog began to move in, cooling the shore, they all decided to move in and clean up for dinner. The boys grabbed their suits and towels and headed into their bathroom to shower. 

Theresa did the same after they came out, stepping into a warm shower that made her skin tingle. It took a bit of work to get off the tanning oil but when she finished her skin was soft and had a warm glow from the sun.  Brent came out, went into the kitchen and opened a bottle of wine. After pouring 3 glasses, he said, "Here's to the three of us" when the others were present.   Immediately they set about fixing dinner. The boys had brought fresh shrimp, rice and salad materials, a loaf of wonderful French bread and some light sorbet for dessert. 

Theresa put on the rice and immediately set out to fix a sauce for sautéing the shrimp. Jeff fixed the salad while Brent set the table and kept them well supplied with wine and whatever else they needed. The same teamwork that was their trademark at work came into play here and dinner was ready in no time at all.  As they relaxed at the table enjoying the dinner and the sunset, Jeff kept squirming in his chair. When asked what the problem was, he explained that his skin felt dry and itchy from the sun. 

Theresa said she had the solution for him. She told him that she had some "after sun" lotion with aloe that would make his back feel much better. She would get it for him after dinner.   When the meal was done and the sun was down, the team got together, quickly cleared the table and had the dishes rinsed and loaded in the dishwasher in just a few minutes.  Remembering her promise, Theresa got the skin cream from her bedroom and walked back into the living room, asking Jeff to take his T-shirt off so she could put it on his back. 

He quickly complied and she again delighted in pouring the cream on his shoulders and back. She gently worked it into his skin, taking special care to be gentle with his arms and shoulders, which caused her sex to twitch as she stroked his body. 

She stopped and said "there, that should do it". Jeff grinned and said "uuh, not quite, can you get the rest"? 

With that he stood up and dropped his jeans and boxers. Taking a fresh towel that Brent handed to him, he put it on the leather couch and lay face down. 

She immediately understood that he needed some of the soothing cream on the back of his legs and on his tight, hard ass.   Oooh . . . there it goes again. Her sex is twitching and getting wet just looking at his butt.   Working from the soles of his feet upward, she gently massaged the cream into his skin. By the time she reached his ass, she was dripping again and could hardly keep her mind off her sex and on his ass. 

She started to work the cream in, reveling in the feeling of his firm cheeks sliding under her hands. She worked on every inch of his butt, even sliding the cream around his rosebud while watching him arch up in response to her touch. She was in heaven.  Jeff then flipped over and there, in all its glory, is that magnificent cock. With that infectious grin of his, he says "that was wonderful, would you do this side too"?   Now she is really wet. Looking at that beautiful cock, half hard and hanging in his soft nest of hair, she can feel her sex tighten and pulse with her desire. Focus, focus, focus she told herself.  Again starting at his feet, she could not resist first working the cream in and then tickling the bottoms of his feet. He jumped as she ran her fingernail up his sole and his cock got rock hard – beautiful. 

She slooowly worked up his legs, carefully massaging in the cream until she was at his crotch. His cock is now rock hard with all her teasing and is dripping with pre-cum as it stands there pulsing. 

She stops and says "OK, you're done. Brent what about you?"

 Brent, who has been enjoying Jeff's discomfort at Theresa's hands, quickly strips off his clothes and flops face down onto the couch where Jeff was. 

Jeff went to get his wine and to try and relax a bit from the teasing he just received.   Theresa now got to start the process all over with Brent. His body was even more of a turn-on for her because of the mat of hair on his chest and his arms. There goes her sex again, hungrily pulsing with desire. She was sooo wet!   Pouring the cream on his shoulders, she began to work on his back and arms, again getting completely lost in the sensation of those muscles moving under her hands.  She worked down his back to his waist and then started in on his feet. She could hardly keep her eyes on her job with that magnificent ass there in front of her. She could even see the hairy nest at his crotch where she knew that beautiful cock was.  After working up both his legs, she tells him to flip over. Ooooh! . . there he is, that beautiful hairy chest and that delicious cock resting in his "nest" of soft hair. Now she is so wet that she feels like she is dripping through her panties. She can feel her sex pulse with every glance at his body.  She starts at his neck. Pouring the lotion on and working it into that wonderful hair and those hard pectoral muscles, playing with his nipples and watching them become hard little nubs. Again, she finds herself getting lost in his body. Finally she gains enough self-control to make it to his flat tummy.  Taking a deep shuddering breath, she starts back on his feet. Quickly finishing with them she moves up his hairy legs, watching the cream glisten on the hairs as she works it in. Higher and higher she moves, concentrating on the inside of his leg and watching his cock begin to stiffen as she moves closer and closer to his crotch. She can see his full balls resting there in that hairy nest.   She is so hot and so wet by now that she is having trouble sitting still. All she can see is that hard cock head and it's tiny pearl of pre-cum. 

Without thinking, she leans over and licks the tip of his cock. Oh, it is so slick and tastes so sweet. She slides her mouth down on it, feeling the hard smoothness of it filling her throat - God, what a feeling. 

She reaches into her panties with one hand while she holds his balls with her other, trapping his cock so it can't move out of her mouth. She slides up and down on it, swirling her tongue and savoring the way it feels. 

Every nerve ending in her mouth and throat is alive with the wonderful sensation of his huge cock filling her mouth. Her sex is now in high gear, dripping and pulsing every time she goes down on that hard cock. She is in heaven.   Suddenly she feels a spongy softness at her cheek. 

Pulling off Brent's cock, she engulfs Jeff's hard cock in her mouth, drawing it in as far as it will go, hearing him gasp as she swallows him. 

Her sex tightens as he takes hold of her hair and forces her down onto his hardness. 

After a moment, she switches back to Brent's cock, delighting at the different feel of it in her mouth. It is huge and rougher than Jeff's; she can feel the raised veins running up it, as if it was made to be more stimulating in her mouth. It is so swollen that it's all she can do to get it into her throat. It is hard to believe that his cock is harder and bigger than it was just a moment ago. 

All this time her hand is frantically working on her sex. Her fingers are sliding around and around the hard nubbin of her clitoris. She is so hot, she frantically slides her panties down so she can have better access to her hungry crotch.   Meanwhile, Brent moves up and out of her mouth. In her head, she protests, not wanting to let go of that wonderful hardness. Both guys work together and quickly remove all of her clothing. Jeff replaces Brent on the couch while Brent moves up and behind her.   Jeff's hands quickly find her hair and pull her onto his cock. He guides her head with her hair, sometimes pulling her hard onto him and thrusting his hips up at the same time; sometimes moving her rapidly up and down so she can barely swirl her tongue around it; sometimes allowing her to lick the length of it and feel him jump as she reaches the underside of the head.  Somehow, Brent has worked his way onto the couch under her and is tonguing her painfully aroused clitoris as she has her face fucked by Jeff. He also has his hands on her breasts, lightly stroking and pinching her nipples, which are now rock hard and aching with desire. God, she is in sensory overload. All she can think of is cock and that wonderful licking between her legs. She has died and gone to heaven.   She comes quickly and just as quickly comes again. Under Bent's expert tongue, she begins a long series of intense rolling orgasms, each more powerful than the previous one. She is barely aware of the cock filling her mouth and the strong hands using her hair to guide her head as it thrusts deep into her throat.  After what seems like an eternity of cock sucking and climaxes, Brent moves out from beneath her, stands up and enters her from behind. She is so swollen and so wet that she can feel every little bit of his big cock as it slides into her. 

Ooh! . . She comes again as he is sliding it in, arching her back to thrust her ass up to meet him and convulsing around his hardness.   Now the guys start working together. Brent is timing his thrusts into her with Jeff's forcing her down on his cock. As they flow into a rhythm of fucking her at both ends, she feels as if she is one giant vagina, consumed with the pleasure of servicing those wonderful cocks. She is a wild animal, mounted and being taken at both ends by a pair of savage beasts.  The cock in her mouth is getting harder, if such a thing was possible, and she can feel Jeff's balls begin to tighten as he gets more forceful in pulling her mouth down onto his cock. 




Housesitting



Brent has gotten harder too, seeming to fill her to the bursting point. It feels if his cock is 3 inches in diameter and can barely move in her it's so big. It is as if he has to push harder to slide it in and out, it is so huge and she is so unbelievably sensitive and tight.  Suddenly Jeff begins to shake and arch his back, thrusting his cock deeper into her throat and pulling her hard onto his cock with both hands locked in her hair. She is trapped, immobilized and filled completely, impaled on the cock in her mouth and on the cock in her sex as Jeff begins to explode down her throat.   This sets off Brent as well, because he now has her hips in a death-grip as he begins to pump his seed into her, thrusting into her with an intensity that is almost primitive, forcing her further onto the cock in her mouth as he shoots his hot cum into her. She can feel his cock pulse in time with the one in her mouth, which is enough to send her into an earth-shattering climax, almost losing consciousness in the process. She drifts away on a sea of endorphins, her whole body relaxed and alive at the same time as she loses herself in the release of her orgasm.  She is dimly aware of a warm cloth on her sex, washing her and a pair of soft lips on hers as she floats back to reality. This was the most wonderful experience in her life. The memory of being so completely filled with cock will sustain her for years to come.  She is going to have to make house-sitting a regular thing.



Housesitting



Today is going to be a good day. I am house-sitting for my friends for the week and taking care of their dogs. While the dogs can be pretty annoying at least it's a place where I can get away, since I still live with my parents. What makes it even better is before they left my friend pulled me to the side and said feel free to bring your girl over, I know you have trouble getting alone time. Like I said, today is going to be a good day.

I had a long day planned for Heather and I to spend together. I came over to my friend's place early to let the dogs out and get the place ready for the day's events. I laid out some blankets on the couch and left my digital camera within arms reach. The only things that Heather knew about for today was that she should be shaved and take her birth control pill. I was going to take care of the rest. 

Heather got here about noon and we decided to get some food, I figured we would need our energy for later. While we ate lunch Heather kept trying to get me to spill some of the details of the day.

"Are we going to have sex today?" Heather asked. I simply nodded.

"Are we going to have crazy sex?" Again I just nodded.

"Can you tell me what we are going to do?" I shook my head no and then said we should get going. On the way out the car I walk behind her and gave her a pat on the butt. For the short drive back to the house I reach over and rub her crotch through her pants. I swear that I felt the heat through her jeans. 

When we get back to the house I lead her in and down into the basement. We sit down on the couch and start to make out. As our tongues mingled my hands were busy exploring all of the curves that I already knew so well. Her small tight ass and perky B-cups always get me so hot. While we kissed both of us were busy slowly stripping each other. We broke our kisses only to take off our shirts. 

When Heather let her bra fall off of her tits her nipples were already rock hard. I take them both between my thumb and forefinger and give them a good pinch, and the result is a soft moan from Heather. 

Now that we are both naked I reach my hand down and feel her pussy. Just as I thought in the car, she is as hot as I have ever felt her. Heather's pussy lips are nice and plump, and already moist from her juices. I take a finger and slide it between her juicy outer lips and feel for her entrance. When my fingers move over her hole they slide right in with no resistance, she is so wet. 

I take my finger and offer it to Heather for a taste. She takes my finger into her mouth and sucks on it seductively. We both agree that she tastes pretty good.

I pull Heather onto my lap and kiss her deeply as I position the head of my cock at the opening of her moist love tunnel. When Heather felt that I was positioned she lowered her weight down onto my, slowly sliding my throbbing package into her deeply. 

As a side note here I have to say the birth control pill probably goes down as one of the greatest inventions ever. To be able to have sex with such passion and not have a piece of latex stifling some of the feeling while still being protected is an amazing thing.

When Heather settles herself at the base of my penis I simply enjoy the feeling of being held so tightly in such a warm and moist place. I think that Heather and I are perfect for each other. She loves the feeling of my filling her up, while I love how tight she feels around me. 

Heather is on her knees as she slowly starts to rock her hips around. In this position I really can't do any of the thrusting so I let Heather enjoy the ride, and since my hands are free they get to roam around. My hands reach behind her back and caress each of her cheeks. 

Heather is still rolling her hips around, giving me the best lap-dance ever. While my hands are occupied with Heather's rear her breasts are going without any attention right in front of my face. That simply can't be allowed to proceed so I move my head and capture her right nipple in my mouth. 

"Oh yeah baby, suck on my nipples. That feels so good," Heather moaned as I gave a hard suck to her nipple. It is now nice and hard, somewhat resembling a pencil eraser. I pull my mouth off and switch to the other nipple and give it the same treatment.

I take Heather's head in my hand and bring her in for a kiss as I lay us down onto the couch. She is now kneeling astride of me, my cock still buried in her pussy, but now I have some leverage to do some thrusting. With Heather on her knees I start to push my hips up into her, gaining momentum as I go. 

I reach my right hand behind her and give her ass a hard slap. The sound of the crack of skin on skin hasn't faded when Heather moans with approval "Fuck yeah Kevin. Spank my ass. I love it when you get rough with me."

That is all the encouragement that I need. I can feel that I am getting close to cumming so I start to really jackhammer into her from below. Every few seconds I give her ass a good spank, alternating sides. 

"Oh my God, fuck me hard. Spank my ass. I'm getting close to cumming, don't stop fucking me."

"Your pussy feels so good Heather. I'm going to cum any minute now. I'm going to fill your pussy with my cum."

"Don't cum yet. I'm so close....keep fucking me and cum with me. I want to cum with you!"

Hearing how close she is I reach down and start to rub her clit hoping to bring her to her climax faster because I don't know how much longer I will be able to last. I can already feel my balls starting to tighten up in preparation for my impending orgasm. I keep going trying to bring Heather over the edge but I can't help it. 

My cock expands as the first pulse of cum shoots deep into Heather's pussy. She feels the change in my size and cries out "Noooo!!! I'm so close to cumming you can't blow your load now."

"Oh God" is all that I can manage to say as I spurt more cum into her juicy pussy. When I feel the last bit of cum dribble into her waiting pussy I sink back onto the couch winded and exhausted. 

I look up to see a look of disappointment on Heather's face. She was so close to cumming. I wonder if there is a female equivalent to blue ball. If there is then Heather will no doubt have it.

Heather lowers her body completely onto mine, my cock still deflating inside her sloppy pussy. We both take a minute to catch our breaths. I am the first to speak "Don't worry Heather; we have all day and night to repeat this. Today is will be a fantasy day for us. The rest of the things I have planned for you will make up for me leaving you hanging."

"I know you are going to take care of me today, if you don't you wont be getting any action for a long time."

I offer up a solution to Heather "when you get me hard again I will pick up where I left off."

A smile came over Heather's face. She gave me a peck on the cheek before she sat up a little bit. My dick, now completely soft, pops out of her pussy with an audible plop. She is a mess down there. She slides down the couch and takes me into her mouth, taking care to lick up any of the blobs of cum that have found their way out of her pussy already. "I love the taste of your cum mixed with my juices," she says as she performs CPR on my limp tool.

Heather keeps at it for a few minutes but it is clear that I am going to need a little longer than that to get back into shape to make love to her like she wants. She looks up at me with her lips wrapped around my dick and I say to her "sorry I don't think he's going to be ready for a while. Why don't you come back up here by me."

Heather crawled back up my body and we kissed. She looked me in the eyes and asked "you said that this would be a fantasy day right?"

A little nervously I replied "yeah, any fantasies we have we can act out."

This brought a smile to her face. "Good," she says as she kissed me again. With that she crawled further up my body until her knees were straddling my face. Then it dawned on me what she wants me to do. We had talked about me going down on her after we had sex many times before. This always seemed to be one thing that one of us brought up anytime we talked about fantasies, but until now I had always been gun-shy about going down on her after I just filled her up with cum and she never really took charge to make me.

Now I know most guys would turn up their noses to the very idea of going down on a cum filled pussy, but I see it as a very erotic way of becoming that much more in tune with your partner. The very idea of me eating out the creampie drives Heather wild. She tells me that anytime we are talking about doing this online its like her pussy turns into a faucet. Plus she likes to point out that I always ask her to swallow when she gives me head, so if I want her to do that I should be willing to taste it myself. Alas, I digress.

Back to where I left off. I am lying on my back and I have Heather straddling my head with her pussy hanging over my lips. I can see a small pearl of cum starting to work its way out. 

Tentatively I start to kiss her inner thighs, tasting the residual of her pussy juices that had run all over. After I kept kissing around the lips of her pussy but not going for the prize Heather reached down, grabbed my hair and pulled my lips to the center of her pussy. The taboo was now broken as I tasted the drop of cum dripping out of her pussy. 

I have gone down on Heather many times and there was a distinctly different taste this time. It wasn't altogether a bad taste, just a little saltier. 

Heather probably thought that I would back away and end our little fantasy encounter because she kept her hand on the back of my head, holding my lips to her creamy pussy. I stuck my tongue out and started to lick along her slit. The taste of my cum was ever-present as I licked the outside of her lips. After they were cleaned up I only had one place left. 

I place the tip of my tongue into Heather's slit and start to push it up into her pussy. I was rewarded with a big blob of my own cum dripping out and into my open mouth. By now I was used to the taste so I took it in stride. I start to eat Heather out like I normally would and she is loving every second of it. My tongue is working its way deeper into the warm folds of her vagina. As I go I get more and more of my cum dripping out of her pussy and into my mouth. Some of it misses and lands on my chin.  

Heather is really getting into the whole scene. She looks down at me and tells me how hot it is for her to watch me eating her out after we just had sex. "This feels so good baby. I am so turned on right now. I think we are going to have to do this everytime you cum in my pussy."

Again she ground her hips down onto my face, pushing my tongue deeply into her. I'm pretty sure that I've gotten most of my cum out of her because now the familiar taste of her pussy has returned. I focus on Heather's clit. I wrap my lips around the little bud and start to suck on it. While keeping up some pressure on it I start to flick my tongue around it inside of my mouth. No longer is Heather using words, she is worked up to the point where I only get mono-syllabic expressions. 

Heather is worked up into a frenzy now. I am practically getting suffocated as she grinds her pussy down onto my face. She is getting very close to her orgasm now and right before she does I slide my hand down her butt. I moisten my index finger with all the juices that have dripped down her crack. As I feel her orgasm begin to rise I slide my finger into her tight ass in one quick motion. 

The result is exactly what I hoped for. Heather explodes into her orgasm, the finger pushing her completely over the edge. My face is flooded with juices coming out of her pussy. She has never been much of a squirter but this time is certainly an exception. Heather is still grinding against my face. Her body is spasming around me. I can feel her clenching her ass tightly around my finger. 

Finally with a sigh Heather's body goes limp and falls down onto me. She is exhausted. With her lying next to me I pull her in close and wrap a blanket around us. It is time for some rest before things get heated up again.

Before she falls asleep Heather kisses me on the cheek and says "that was the best orgasm of my life. We are definitely doing that again." And with that she falls asleep against me. 

I can't wait to wake up and carry out the rest of my plan for the day.



Housesitting



This is a bit of an epic story, far longer than any I've submitted so far and, if comments are favourable, I'll continue with another chapter.

Like most of my stories it features people who appreciate a woman's natural scent, some squirting and watersports and women with a fuller figure.

I'm interested in how the relationships in this story might develop.

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"Oh, and clean the pool, keep the house tidy, don't drink all the booze!" Grace said handing the keys to Scot and rushing for the door.

She'd called earlier in the day saying that her mother in France was ill, the kind of call every expat fears, and that she had to leave straight away. Grace house sits. She has her own place and she works but for extra cash and a change of scenery she also spends the vast majority of her life living out of a suitcase in someone else's house.

The city is full of second or third homes; people travelling with work or holiday lets empty out of season and Grace keeps the cobwebs down and makes them look lived in.

Scot followed her to the front door. He had no intention of staying there, even if it was as impressive as Grace described and an hours drive away, Scot wanted to look in a couple of days a week, maybe take his laptop so he could get some work done there, swim in their pool and return home.

He'd scout around, of course, like a school boy trying to find the stash of hidden birthday presents he was excited about finding something interesting or revealing about the lives of strangers but spending the whole two weeks there was not for him.

"One, last thing," Grace said as he walked her down the path to her car. "You have access to every room except the owners office. The key is in the house but they said to only go in there if there's an emergency, it has a separate alarm and CCTV apparently as it has all of his business stuff, okay?" she kissed him on the cheek and jumped in her car to make for the airport.

The next day Scot waited for rush hour to die down and took a slow drive up the coast to the northern suburb the empty house was in. It was a good part of town, lots of senior management types and FIFO workers with spare cash. Turning into the quiet cul-de-sac he could see there were only half a dozen or so houses but each consumed a block that was large enough to fit his entire apartment complex into, the place he'd be looking after was huge, no wonder Grace liked doing this. There were half a dozen bedrooms, games rooms, a cinema and a car port bigger than his apartment, maybe he would stay after all, he thought.

Scot spent the day regretting that he'd not bought an overnight bag. He checked the mens dressing room but there was no way any of what was there would fit him, this guy must have been carrying a few extra pounds. An hour in to his tour he'd found the cinema and a great collection of movies. The gym was excellent, the pools looked lovely for a swim or cool down and there was a well equipped games room. He thought about calling some friends but quickly put that thought out of his head, Grace could get into some serious trouble if anything went wrong, at least at this stage if the owners were to learn of the change there was a genuine reason.

He made the decision to go home and pack, spend a couple of days and imagine it was a luxurious spa he was staying at, albeit as the only guest.

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Meena had got up late and had to rush around, finding clothing on the floor, sniffing armpits and crotches to check if they were clean or not. Her flat mate had come home late, woken her and kept her from sleeping from the screams as her boyfriend slid his long cock in and out of her arse. She always knew when they were having anal; there were telltale signs like hearing them as they hunted around in the dark for lube, the sound of her hissing at him to stop and let her get comfortable as he stretched her open, the bathroom trip to clean up after and, of course, her muffled screams of ecstasy into her pillow from the pleasure and pain of his slow strokes. Sometimes Meena pushed her own toy into her arse and masturbated along to them, last night she knew she needed to sleep and stuffed earplugs deep into her ear canals which helped with the sound, it didn't help with the longing she had for her an anal experience of her own.

She danced around the flat, dressing, eating and brushing her teeth almost simultaneously and nearly headbutting Andy's cock as she stumbled with her shoes, falling forward and through the door as he walked out of Ali's room.

"Sorry." she said, trying not to look at his lovely, long, uncircumcised dick. 

Andy helped her up, smiling and making no attempt to hide himself. He and Ali were the same, athletic, confident and completely comfortable with their bodies. Meena wanted to fuck them both but, since she was much the opposite, kept her body and her fantasy to herself.

Shoes on she left Andy without another word and raced down to her car. It was a 15 minute drive to the houses where she cleaned and that would be on a good day. She prayed to the god of the traffic lights that he'd stay green for her and he obliged, she walked up to the Menzies' house just a few minutes late and saw that Kate's car was still in the drive. She let herself in and called out a hello. Kate replied from the kitchen and she and Meena hugged.

Kate and her husband Brendan were fantastic, easily her best house, they were so warm and friendly and, despite their wealth, very down to earth. Over the past six months she'd built a great relationship with most of the owners but Kate and Brendan were pretty special. She'd been terrified a few months earlier that she might lose her job when Kate had caught her in their bedroom watching something she shouldn't have been. Meena had been in the house alone, as she mostly was, tidying the master suite when she'd picked up the remote for the TV and inadvertently pressed a button. Behind her the screen cast a bright light into the room and when she'd turned back to see what it was there was Kate and a woman she didn't recognise sitting only in their underwear on the very bed she was now sitting. She watched as the voices of two men, one she recognised as Brendan, egged them on, encouraging them to kiss. The two women relented and, after more encouragement the peck turned into a passionate embrace and the room fell silent. Meena watched as their hands stroked over each others bodies and, as Kate pulled the woman's bra from her body and closed her lips around her nipple, she began to stroke her pussy through the thick denim of her jeans.

She watched the film until the mystery woman was laid on her back, Kate licking her pussy and Brendan had stepped in, pulled her panties to one side and was sliding his cock into his wife. By this time her jeans were open and her hand was inside her knickers, two fingers pressed to her clit. She was so mesmerised she didn't hear Kate come in, her heart stopping at the sound of her name being called. She stood and fumbled for the remote.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry," she kept repeating, trying to turn it off and avoiding Kate's eyes, wanting to get out of there, "It was an accident, I must have pressed it..."

"It's okay," Kate interrupted, her voice calm and reassuring, "It's okay, Meena, don't worry."

Meena found the off button and then, beet red, her face burning, refastened her jeans.

"I'll make you a drink, see you downstairs." Kate said and left the room

After Meena had summoned the courage to face Kate she had learned all about the previous nights encounter. The abridged version left Meena wanting to know more but Kate had only returned home because she had left her phone and had to go back out.

"You're a beautiful girl." Kate said as she stood, "I'm flattered that watching me turned you on that much." Meena turned red again and looked down to the floor. "Carry on if you want, I don't mind, I'll be doing the same tonight, thinking about you on my bed." 

She kissed Meena's cheek and left.

That was some time ago and since then she and Kate had not really seen each other, ships passing in the night.

This morning Kate was dressed in her workout clothes, patches of sweat down her back, her underarms and along the crease of her arse. She stood drinking orange juice as Meena walked in, her head tilted back, her eyes at the ceiling and Meena couldn't help steeling a glance at the two mounds of her pussy lips pulled tight under the fabric of her leggings. She remembered what they looked like, shaved smooth, pink and wet with saliva and she wondered how Kate smelt, especially now with sweat running down her body and gathering between her legs.

"I'm so sorry," Kate started, gasping for air after guzzling the juice down, "we had a few friends over last night so the kitchen is a complete mess. Are you okay, you look flustered?" Meena told her about being late and Kate smiled, "Ah, you're never late around here, don't worry. I'm going to change and head out, I'm pretty late myself."

Meena made a start by loading the dishwasher and as she did her mind wandered. She thought about making her way upstairs to watch Kate in the shower. Her thoughts jumped to being in the shower with her, "No, wait, what about hearing the shower, peeking in to her room and watching her undress first?' she thought, "what about being caught as Kate pulled off her top? Kate getting angry and telling her as punishment she'd have to clean her body?" 

She thought about Kate standing over her still dressed in her leggings, holding her head and pressing her sweaty pussy into her face. "Eat my smelly cunt you little slut!" she heard Kate say and she closed her eyes, imagining the smell and taste. Her mind raced to being naked in the shower with her, her hands covered in lather, one washing her bosses pussy, the other probing her arse. "Check if I'm clean, you slut." Kate was saying and pushing her down to the floor. As Meena looked up at the beautiful woman's pussy she watched Kate pull herself open and begin to piss over her face. "I'm all dirty again now, you little whore, clean my cunt with your tongue."

"See you later Meena, have a good day." Kate snapped Meena from her fantasy and skipped out of the house.

Meena was so horny but looked around the kitchen at the mess. She knew the dining room and the music room would need a lot of work too and that was on top of everything else she needed to do.

By 2pm she had worked like a demon and was exhausted. She made a sandwich and a drink and relaxed for a minute but realised her book was still in her car and stepped out onto the street. As she retrieved her book and locked the car door she noticed a car she'd not seen before pull into next doors drive. "Perfect opportunity." she thought and walked quickly to see if she could secure another job in this lucrative neighbourhood.

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He took the freeway home, the coast would take too long and he wanted to get back and relax. As he pulled into the drive, three days worth of clothes, some beers and a box full of paperwork he might get round to doing in the boot of his car, the doors of the carport opened automatically and he noticed a young woman getting out of a car at the next house.

Scot emptied the boot onto the floor of the garage and was just about to bring the doors down and go inside when the young woman he'd seen up the street walked up the drive towards him.

"Hello," she called out as she reached the doors, "are you the owner of this property?" She had an accent, European but he wasn't sure quite where. She had black hair and dark skin, maybe some Indian or Middle Eastern in her family, dark brown eyes and dark lips covered with a thin layer of red lipstick. She wore a tight t-shirt which showed a generous pair of breasts and a soft tummy pushing out over the waistband of her jeans. On her feet she wore a battered pair of running shoes and she stood with her hands on her hips, twisting a little as she smiled at Scot, waiting for a response. She couldn't have been much beyond her mid 20's.

"Hi, er no." Scot replied and smiled at her as he picked up his overnight bag, "just looking after the place while the owners are away." He lifted his bag to emphasise his reply.

"That's a shame, I'm Meena," she said and held out her hand for him, "I clean these houses," she said waving up and down the street, "this one is the only one I don't do and I've never met the owners. I was hoping to get the whole street."

"Aahh, sorry, can't help and the place is pretty spotless at the moment." Scot felt a little awkward and thought how he could maybe get a good word in to the owners for her. "My name's Scot. This street is pretty amazing isn't it?"

"Yes," Meena's accent was still difficult to pin down, Scot was trying to work out who would pronounce the 's' so strongly, "all of the houses are huge, this is the only one I haven't been into."

"Well, look, I don't mind you coming to take a look around.."

Meena cut him off shaking her head "Wow, thank you but I have to continue my work. I have a lot to do next door and the owners will be home at 6 so I don't have enough time."

Scot checked his watch, it was 2.30 and he thought the next house must be twice the size if it was going to take that long to clean up. "No worries, Meena, I'll be here for a few days, just let me know if you want to look in."

She thanked him and walked back up the street to the next property. Scot watched her walk down the drive, liking her wide hips and round arse moving as she stomped down the steep slope. He had always preferred older women, had only dated someone younger than himself once and just found older women better company and from his experience, better sex. He liked women with curvy bodies and those who liked sexy lingerie and stockings, clothing that only older women seemed to appreciate and enjoy wearing. Unfortunately, most of the women he'd dated had been married and the affairs were exciting but empty. He enjoyed the discretion and risks involved in clandestine meetings, sex in cars and hotel rooms, on the beach and once, in her busy office.

He gathered his things and went inside to make himself comfortable.

He cracked a beer and got into his boardies, planning to cool off in the pool. He'd made himself at home in a room he thought must have been a guest room as all the cupboards and drawers were empty. As he stripped down in the large space he looked at himself in the tall dressing mirror. Standing naked he was pretty happy with his reflection. He had some definition in his arms and shoulders, great legs with thick thighs from all the cycling he did but at 34 his stomach was protruding more than he'd have liked but he made little effort to contain it so he couldn't really complain.

His cock started to grow, not from any narcissistic feelings, more form the feeling of being naked in someone else's house, the not knowing of who'd slept here before, the fantasy of mystery. He stroked it and it twitched and sprung up. He thought about masturbating but decided he wanted to swim more as well as explore the house, hoping to find some porn or toys to play with or rummage through a lingerie drawer. He squeezed his cock and a bead of clear fluid appeared at the tip, a reminder to him that he hadn't actually cum for a number of days. He collected the fluid on the tip of his finger and then sucked it clean, loving the delicate flavour and thinking that tonight he would look forward to licking his own cum from his hand.

The pool outside was cool and Scot spent the afternoon swapping between swimming and drinking beer in the shade. He pulled off his boardies while still outside; there was no way anyone would see and he loved the cool air around his naked body. He wrapped a sarong around his waist and went inside.

"Right," he thought, "time to check out this place properly."

He started upstairs in the master bedroom, the logical place for filth. In a cabinet in the mans dressing room off the master bed he found a good stash of porn DVD's and thought watching them on the huge cinema screen would be a whole new experience. He took a mental note of exactly how they had been stored and placed them to one side. 

In the woman's dressing room he found a discrete velvet pouch with and organic, metal object that vibrated and then pulsed with varying intensities. Classy sex toy but one she seemed only to enjoy alone. Such a shame, from the photo's around the house she looked very sexy. 

In a box on the top shelf of the dresser, behind a pile of discarded shoes he found the jackpot. A collection of old photographs of the owners in what looked like swingers parties. There were lots of people of varying ages, naked or semi-dressed, sucking and fucking each other. The shots looked very professional but, from the age of the owners in the photo's, had to be at least ten years old. Along with the photo's were a couple of CD-ROM's and Scot hoped that the parties had continued but the technology had moved with the times.

He stacked the DVD's on top of the box and made his way downstairs, leaving the treasure on the kitchen worktop as he retrieved his laptop from it's case.

He was about to take the whole lot into the cinema room when he stopped and realised there was one place he hadn't yet searched -- the office.

He remembered what Grace had said about the alarm and considered a plausible story but the best he could come up with was that he'd just plead ignorance and claim he forgot. He grabbed the bunch of keys and walked to the middle of the house to the only door he'd not tried. It was tucked away down a corridor and on the floor outside there were two tall stacks of paperwork, it could only be the office. He looked at the lock and found a key that might fit but as he pushed it to the lock the door swung open without applying much pressure. He peered inside. It was a standard home office, nothing special, no papers linking the owners to South American drug cartels, plans to overthrow governments or locations of secret UFO technology.

Scot scanned for CCTV or alarm panels but there was nothing and, opening a couple of drawers, it seemed obvious that this room was unlikely to hold anything of any particular interest.

He closed the door and made his way back into the kitchen, a little confused as to why they might make such a big deal out of such a plain room.

He thought he should do a final security check -- lock all the outside doors before he retreated into the cinema to watch porn and stroke himself to a glorious orgasm or two.

At the back of the house, through the kitchen, the utility room led outside. Scot walked through to check the door was locked as he'd gone out that way earlier in the day. In the utility space, next to the outside door there was another. Strange, he hadn't seen this before, assumed it was a cupboard. He turned the handle, the door was locked. At first he thought it must just be a store cupboard or the pump room for the pool and sauna next door but why lock it, the only door in the house to be locked. Curious.

Scot tried all the keys he could find but nothing even came close to fitting the lock. It was quite an unusual aperture, the shape of it meant the key would have to have pretty deep corrugations and be a couple of centimetres from bottom to top. Where had he seen something like that? He'd definitely seen something similar, but where?

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Time was getting on, Meena had to finish two more rooms, the master suite and the bathroom adjoining it. She'd deliberately left them till last, worried that if she went in there she might 'accidentally' start that or another home movie and wouldn't get anything done. Whilst the Menzies were cool she didn't want to push it. "If I get everything done with time to spare I'll reward myself with some fun." she thought but now, as 6pm fast approached she realised she'd have to go home frustrated.




Housesitting



She cleaned the bathroom first, forced herself not to think about Kate leaning against the wall as she fucked her pussy and arse with her tongue and fingers. In the bedroom there was little to do, make the bed, a bit of dusting and Kate's clothes dropped onto a chair that needed to go down to the laundry. As she picked them up she realised they were the gym clothes from that morning. She dropped the tee and socks to the bed and examined the leggings. She held them to her face and sniffed: the faintest scent of sweat and fabric softener. She moved them around in her hands and found the crotch. They were already inside out and she could see a faint, white mark at the gusset. She held them up to her face and as she took a breath the stronger aroma of sweat, pussy and stale urine filled her nostrils. She actually heard herself moan as she exhaled and she closed her eyes and took a deeper breath before pushing out her tongue and licking the white patch. The taste was subtle but unmistakeable and she pushed her fingers, wrapped in the cotton into her mouth and sucked, cleaning all she could from them.

She felt so dirty as she pulled them out and opened her own jeans, pushing her fingers under the waistband of her pants and sliding them over her hairy mound. She was so wet and she pulled them out, looked at them coated in her juices then devoured them, tasting her own pussy, sweat and urine.

A noise downstairs stopped her, they were home and she panicked to compose herself. She grabbed the laundry and made her way downstairs to greet Brendan.

"That was good timing," she said, trying to sound cheerful and matter of fact, "I'm all done, just drop these in the laundry."

"Thanks Meena," Brendan called, poring himself a Gin and Tonic.

"God, I could murder one of those!" Meena thought as she returned and grabbed her book from the counter, "Would you like me to swallow your cock while you enjoy that refreshing drink?" she didn't ask.

"I'll see you Thursday."

Brendan smiled, "Yeah, thanks again." he put down his drink and followed her to the door, "we really should invite you over for dinner one evening, Kate keeps saying she'd like to have you."

Meena's heart skipped a beat but she was sure he didn't mean what she hoped. "That would be lovely, just let me know."

They kissed cheeks and Meena walked down to her car. She was about to get in when she remembered Scot next door. "Fuck it!" she thought, "I'd quite like to nose around that place."

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After a couple of minutes thinking Scot had a lightbulb moment. He ran back upstairs and into the master suite. In the mens dresser, in the cabinet with the DVD's he found it. He'd ignored it the first time thinking it was just some kind of keyring, a gift to the owner, a piece of art or an unusual, technical instrument.

It was around 12cm's long and had deep corrugations running along it's length. It looked like a small steel rule that had been passed through a die to create the ridges, split into three pieces with two pins towards the middle of the rod that allowed it to fold to create a 'U' shape.

It fit the lock perfectly and the door opened to reveal a staircase that led off to the right, back towards the kitchen. Scot found a light switch and, with a little fear and excitement, stepped downstairs. At the bottom Scot flicked on another light and couldn't believe what he saw.

"Fuck!" was the only thought he was capable of processing as he scanned the space.

It looked like a cavern; brick supports extended up to the ceiling and tapestries lined the walls. He stepped further into the room, decorated with sofa's and beds covered in luxurious printed fabrics. The lighting was subtle and the bottom end of the cavern was still too dark to see into but as he explored deeper the furniture became more interesting and exciting. A four poster bed had ropes tied to each of the timbers supporting the canopy, fixed to a wall was a padded board, shackles at each of the corners, swings hung from the ceiling and a low cabinet was covered with leather straps, paddles and whips.

Scot was trembling, now worried that he'd perhaps delved too far into the personal lives of these strangers, worried that he might be found out and that Grace would suffer.

"Too late!" he thought and continued to the end of the room. Here the floor changed from stone to a mosaic of small, green tiles which sloped down to a drain in the centre of the space. There were three large shower heads extending out from the wall at the end, a number of free hanging shower heads, a bath and a toilet.

He turned back to look at the room he'd discovered and a broad smile appeared on his face and then he began to laugh.

"Fuck me," he said out loud and his grin changed as he realised he'd have no-one to share this with. "Fuck!"

He walked back upstairs to the kitchen, opened the box with the photo's in and sorted through them. There was no mistaking it, most of them had been taken downstairs. He fired up his laptop, left the photo's scattered on the bench and opened the first CD case. The folders were named in date order and each contained anything from 20 to 100 photo's. Some of the images were of the owners, sometimes engaged with each other but most of the time with others of the same or opposite sex.

Scot was getting very hard as he browsed through the images of naked bodies, hard cocks pushing into beautiful men and women, buttocks and thighs red from being whipped or tortured, one image of a woman on her knees, her face covered in semen made him groan out loud and they just seemed to get more and more filthy as the time went on.

He opened another folder marked 'Siobhan' and this contained a series of image files and some movie clips, all created three months previous. The first image he opened was the most erotic thing he'd ever seen. The woman of the house was on her back, tied at her arms and legs to the four poster bed downstairs. She was dressed in a tight, black corset and stockings and her large breasts were squashed up over the top of the boned material which was covered in pools and spots of white cum. Above her, naked and squat over her head, looking down her body was a young woman, perhaps late twenties. She was using one of the posts to steady herself and with her other hand she was spreading her pussy open and a thick stream of piss was flowing over the woman's face.

Between her legs, her shaved pussy held a glass toy and another, older woman looked like she was about to move forward to lick her.

Scot opened all of the images and the screen flickered as they popped open one by one and he caught a glimpse of each, the three women peeing, licking and kissing each other and the occasional male entering the scene to ejaculate onto the host. He flicked back to the folder and opened a movie file and, as he had hoped, it was the whole scene there before him in moving image. The clip was only short and he clicked another, longer one but with a hundred images open and his old laptop still processing it paused before it really got going and he started to close some of the open files.

His heart stopped as he heard what could only be the front door. He froze, terrified it might be the owners returning. "Why would they ring the doorbell you fool?" he thought. Then it rang again, what should he do, ignore it? What if it's important?

He quickly gathered the photographs together but then remembered the order they were in; "No time to sort it out now, I'll just get rid of them and clear up when they've gone." he thought and made for the front door.

"Hello, Scot isn't it?" it was Meena, "I was hoping I might be able to see the house before I go home."

"Oh, er, yeah," Scot panicked, "I mean no, now is not a good time."

"Oh, is something wrong, you look very stressed?"

"No, it's fine, I'm just busy with something." he realised it sounded pathetic but he was stressed and panicking, not thinking clearly, she'd really caught him off guard.

Meena smiled at him and Scot realised he was still dressed in nothing but his sarong. He got paranoid that he might have a patch of precum on the front or that she had caught sight of his softening cock.

"Well, you can carry on if you want, I just wanted to look around now as it's my day off tomorrow. Might not get another chance..."

Scot realised he had invited her. He didn't think she'd take him up so quickly but he didn't really have any excuse. He invited her in and lead her into one of the reception rooms, checking his sarong as she walked in front of him.

"I should go and dress properly, I wasn't expecting anyone" it would give him an opportunity to clear up, he thought.

"Oh don't worry, I don't see anyone most days and now there's a near naked man before me, it's quite exciting." she said flirting a little

Scot smiled, a little taken aback by her comment "Okay, a drink maybe?"

"That would be nice but maybe I can wait until we reach to the kitchen?" The first hint that English wasn't her first language and Scot was curious.

"We'll leave the kitchen to last then. What's your accent?"

As they walked around the house Meena explained her background -- South Indian mother, British father, moved to Germany when she was young, lived in various parts of Europe, now in Australia on her world tour before her post-grad. She commented how the house was similar to the others, well decorated and opulent and a nightmare to keep clean when the families were home. Scot relaxed a little but as they got closer to the kitchen he was struggling to think of how to get just a few minutes in there to clear away the photo's.

"Why don't you wait here and I'll get drinks?" he asked as they stood in the games room, just down the corridor from the kitchen.

"Well, okay, don't you want me to see the kitchen, it's okay if it's a mess?"

"No, of course not," Scot responded, perhaps a little too dramatically, "I just thought you might want to play some pool." he said, rolling a ball down the table. It was such an odd thing to say that the two of them began laughing. "Wait here, d'you want a beer or wine, something soft?"

"Any gin?" Meena asked.

"A G&T coming up then." he smiled and left her.

In the kitchen he quickly began to clear up the photographs. They were in date order and he had to guess from how they couple looked. It was going to take longer than he thought and decided to come back to it later, stuffing them into the box. With just a few left out on the bench, suddenly the laptop sparked into life. He'd completely forgotten it had been struggling to open the movie and this one had opened right in the middle of the action. The volume was louder than the others and blasting from the small, tinny speakers came the sound of water splashing, the moans of two women and the grunt of a man as he spurted semen across the legs and pussy of the woman below him. Scot jumped and fumbled on the touch pad, he was panicked and as he tried to close the window his trembling fingers kept making him miss it and he clicked into the desktop instead. Swearing repeatedly he abandoned it to press the volume button on the keyboard but hit a wrong key and made the image brighter.

"What the fuck?" it was Meena's voice behind him. He did what he should have done straight away and slammed the laptop screen down, cutting off the sound immediately. He turned and realised she had stepped a good way into the room, she must have seen at least some of what was happening in the video. They stood in silence for a second, Meena's jaw open as she slowly stepped forward, her gaze fixed on the remaining photographs on the bench. She stood next to Scot and picked up one of the early ones, a woman was on her knees, her nose pressed into the pubes of a man stood above her, the tip of his cock somewhere deep in her throat. She picked up another, a later one of a woman being fucked from behind, her teeth biting the nipple of a naked woman sprawled out beneath her.

"I found them upstairs." Scot said quietly terrified this young woman might scream at any moment and run from the house. This was really bad, he was desperately trying to think of a way out of this but there was no explaining it away, he'd been caught red handed and he was hoping Meena would just shrug it off and leave.

Meena ignored him and picked up a bundle of photo's from the box, flicking through them like a library catalogue. She stopped at one of a woman seated in a suspended swing, her legs spread wide, her arse cheeks red with whip marks. A stream of her piss splashed onto the stone floor, a man stood in front of her, obscured by her body but obviously wanking over her and another moving into shot, his large, hard cock in his hand, ready to push into her arse or her pussy.

Meena let out a quiet murmur. It wasn't a sigh or a moan, just an involuntary sound as she exhaled but it was enough to make Scot realise she was as mesmerised by the images as he was. His cock twitched and began to rise. Meena put the photographs down and looked at the laptop. Without saying anything she nodded towards it and Scot opened it up again and the video started from where it had left off. The two of them were silent as they watched the woman getting covered in spurts of cum, the fluid hitting her nipples and running down her neck as she lay tied to the four poster bed. When the man was spent the camera panned down her body to a woman kneeling across her thigh, both of her hands pulled her cunt open and a powerful blast of clear urine hit the woman's clit and smooth pussy. Beside her another woman was laid on the bed watching, her legs open and her fingers stroking gently over her pussy lips.

Meena moaned louder this time and she shifted, her arm brushing Scot's stomach and the two of them snapped out of their trance. They smiled nervously at each other and Scot's cock jumped and grew, pressing into Meena's thigh. She looked down at it and then back at Scot. The tension and sexual frustration of the day for both of them had reached a head and Scot touched her forearm and lent forward to kiss her. Meena closed her eyes, she kissed him back and moaned as she relaxed and her body responded to his touch.

Their kissing became more urgent and passionate and when they broke for air Scot hooked his thumbs under the hem of her tee and pulled it up, his warm hands stroking her body, her underarms and up to her fingertips then he dropped it on the floor behind her and stroked her all the way down to her waist. He desperately wanted to see her naked, he could see stretch marks on the tops of her breasts, stripes of paler, pink skin beneath the warm, light tan of her body. He reached behind and unsnapped her bra, Meena let it fall, not taking her eyes from him. She had small, very dark nipples that stood out, beautifully erect and wanting to be sucked and licked. Scot stroked his hands over them making Meena moan loudly and then he tore at her jeans. As he pushed the denim down to her ankles he followed them, dropping to his knees and coming face to face with the plump mound of her pussy, hidden under the plain, grey fabric the front revealing the top of a fresh stain; a large patch of yellowy-white had dried into the fibres in the gusset. He pressed his nose into her and inhaled. He could smell dry urine, sweat, a faint perfume and that unique smell, Meena's own. He tilted his head and pushed his nose down between her legs and Meena parted them a little for him. He scent was stronger where her thighs met and he pushed himself into her plump pussy and Meena moaned a little and held the back of his head, parted her legs some more and he licked at the gusset, tasting her bitterness, covering his face with her perfume. He raised his hands and found the waistband, pulled it over her hips and watched as the fabric stuck momentarily against her lips and black hairs, the milky stain from the day clinging to her so perfect pussy. As they reached the floor and he stared forwards he saw the dark triangle of her thin, black pubes on top of the swollen mound of her pussy, her dark skin visible through the soft layer of hair which followed the contours of her skin, barely lifting away from her, looking like a lawn of flattened black grass. Her lips and clit were hidden, she had the most perfect pussy he had ever seen. Her thighs were thick and more stretch marks ran vertically around the tops. He wanted to pull her open and bury his face into her, grab her pants and suck them into his mouth but he stroked the marks on her thighs and traced them up to her small, protruding pot belly then up to her breasts and kissed where his fingers had been until he stood before her.

The process had taken seconds from when they'd first touched. He pushed the photographs and laptop back from the edge of the granite bench, the sounds of fucking still emanating from the small speaker. He lifted her up so she was sat on the edge of the cold surface and she gasped as her skin spread out on the stone. He raised his hands under her knees, lifting her legs up and apart and then he looked down at her exposed cunt. Her lips were large and dark brown, two folds of thick skin hiding her pink insides which bloomed as they opened to reveal two small, delicate, pink flaps of skin and a small clit pushing out from beneath its hood. Her plump pussy was covered in black, downy hair that stuck to her skin and as her pulled her open a little more and raised her legs higher he could see the beautiful, dark hole to her tight arse. He bent forward to lick her, a strong smell of unwashed pussy filling his nostrils. Meena reached down with one hand and pulled herself open, revealing a thin, clear fluid trickling from inside her.

Scot drew his tongue across her plump outer lips, filling his mouth with her beautiful flavour and then he pushed into her, his nose pressed against her clit as his tongue tasted her strong sex deep inside her. Meena shouted out, swearing at him to lick her as he swirled his tongue over her lips and across the entrance to her cunt. As he lowered his mouth to lick her tight arse she began to rub her clit, pressing hard and moving her fingers vigorously. Meena was desperate to release the pressure of the day and pushed herself onto him as he flicked over her hole. She thought about Kate, images in her mind that it was Kate's tongue inside her or that Kate was there, about to lower her own pussy to Meena's face or watching Brendan's cock slide in and out above her. Scot applied more pressure and she swore again as his tongue pushed into her arse.

"Yes, yes!" she shouted at him, "Now my cunt, oh god eat my cunt."

Scot did as she asked and pushed his tongue as deep into her as he could go. Her fingers stopped and she pressed down onto her clit, moaning louder as her orgasm came. Suddenly she began rubbing herself again and Scot felt the flood of thin, bitter tasting liquid fill his mouth. He moaned in pleasure and she screamed out, a huge squirt of fluid hitting his cheek and muffling his hearing as some of it filled hie ear, then, as he came up for air, another filled his mouth. Scot had experienced women squirting before but only ever a trickle, Meena was ejaculating long streams of fluid over him and it looked and felt amazing.

He wanted to feel her squirt over his cock and he ripped off his sarong and stood holding the tip against her clit. She looked up, her eyes wide and then her orgasm began again as he massaged his hot head over her clit and pussy lips. He felt her squirt against his stomach and he stepped back slightly so the next stream covered his cock and balls. It was the most erotic thing he had ever experienced and he pushed forward against her, desperate to feel her pussy around him, desperate to hold her and fill her with his cum. Meena snapped her legs closed and shook and convulsed before him in post orgasmic bliss. Scot realised she was wanting to recover and, disappointed, he thought about forcing her legs apart to see how far she would go, to see if once his tip was inside her she'd beg for more and swallow his length but he stopped, let go of his wet cock and stood watching her as she rolled gently from side to side, twitching, her eyes still closed. He thought she looked amazing, he so wanted to hold her, be inside her. 




Housesitting



Meena opened her eyes and smiled a broad, warm smile, then started giggling. The video had stopped and her voice echoed around the hard surfaces of the room. Meena sat up, her round belly forming rolls of soft, brown flesh, her large tits hanging down on her chest and she folded her hands across the front of her stomach, suddenly aware of how exposed she was. She looked down at Scot's now soft cock, the head still bloated beneath his foreskin and the tip still covered in clear pre-cum.

"Sorry," she said indicating to his unsatisfied shaft, "you have no idea how much I needed that, it was fucking amazing, I've never cum so fast." She looked at his stomach and down to his thighs and realised was soaking wet, trails of fluid still navigating through his hairs to the floor. "Oh my god, I really came didn't I? You're soaked!" she was genuinely surprised at how wet he looked. She knew she could squirt if she was really turned on and had once filmed herself masturbating so she could watch it afterwards but had never done it quite so much as today.

"It's okay," Scot said and stepped forward, taking her hand and helping her down from the bench, "I thought it was amazing, fucking sexy actually, really hot." and they giggled and laughed, not quite believing what had happened. Scot thought Meena had a lovely body, curvy and plump but what was most attractive about her was that she seemed to know what she liked. He'd never met anyone interested in porn, all the girls he'd known that ejaculated were embarrassed about it and she'd been vocal as he pleasured her, he loved hearing her swear at him, it seemed so erotic. The two of them remained quiet as they cleaned up, sharing a towel and smiling at each other as they wiped the floor.

When they were done Scot told her about finding the photo's and Meena asked if she could see more. Scot couldn't hide his surprise but was even more surprised when Meena told him she often watched porn when she masturbated. They browsed through more of the movies on the CDROM's after Scot had made them both a strong but refreshing Gin and Tonic. As they watched, Meena commented on what she liked, "That looks good." and "I'd like to do that." and giggling in a sexy and flirty way when she saw something that appealed to her but was hardly vanilla, a little risqué. It seemed like she would have told anyone who'd asked though, she had no inhibitions, or maybe it was just Scot that she felt comfortable with? Finally they got to a video where a girl was squatting down over a man laying on the floor. He had a very long cock which was disappearing into her arse and she was letting out squirts of pee onto his body. "Oh my god, that's fucking amazing." she said and looked to Scot to gauge his reaction. He nodded down towards his dick which was now standing horizontal out from his waist and Meena smiled and stroked him with her small hands, her skin a little rough and scratchy from her work. Scot grew harder and moaned and she was about to drop to her knees to taste him when she let go and screeched as she caught a glimpse of the next scene on the screen.

"Oh my god, that's Kate!"

There on screen was her boss, the elegant woman from next door, dressed in beautiful french knickers and a camisole top. She appeared to be watching something off camera, staring intently at whatever was happening. Scot recognised the setting as the space downstairs but this woman had not featured in any of the photo's or video he'd seen so far.

"Who's Kate?"

"Next door! My boss!" Meena told him excitedly, staring intently at the screen. They watched as someone off camera said something they couldn't quite hear but it distracted Kate's gaze. She looked at someone behind the camera and then directly into the lens and smiled before stepping forward. The camera followed her. "And that's Brendan, fuck, that's Brendan, her husband!" Meena was almost jumping up and down with delight and disbelief.

Brendan was naked and stood at the foot of a what looked like a low massage table. Laying on her back before him was a young woman, maybe mid twenties, ten or so years younger than most participants in the other films. Her legs were braced open by a long silver bar, fastened at each ankle and held up by ropes from the ceiling.

Brendan was wanking his cock slowly and Kate stepped forward, stopping beside him. She said something to him and then a voice asked her to repeat it louder.

"Do you want to fuck her?" Kate asked him uneasily.

He turned and kissed her then smiled. "Yes, I do."

Kate stopped his hands and pulled them away. She held onto him and guided him forward, her other hand parting the young girls pussy. He slid into her and the two women moaned.

"Does she feel good?" Kate asked as she stroked the woman from her pussy and over her soft stomach

"Yes."

She continued touching the woman, stroked up her legs and at one point stared into Brendan's eyes as she licked and sucked the girl's toes. She ran her hands over her husbands back and dug her nails into his arse, pushing him into her. She moved behind him and around to the other side so she faced the camera and began to pinch her own nipple as she scratched the girl's thighs.

"You like fucking this young slut don't you?" she suddenly changed, spitting the question at him.

"Yes"

"Do you wish it was her?"

"Yes, oh fuck, yes."

Kate smiled then dropped to her knees and looked up at her husband. "Do you want to watch me sucking her nipples?"

"Yes, do it."

Kate stroked and sucked the large breasts and nipples of the young woman who moaned loudly and gripped the edge of the bed. She sucked hard and then began biting them, pinching the other as she did so then swapping over.

"What about you, slut, do you want to lick my cunt?"

"Oh, fuck, yes please." the girl pleaded.

"Should I let her lick my cunt, Brendan?"

"Fuck, that would be amazing."

Kate stood and swung her leg over the woman's face so her knee rested on the padding and she faced Brendan. She caressed the woman's nipples as she lowered herself and then moaned as the woman's tongue licked around her pussy. Brendan began fucking her faster and the camera moved around to get a better view as the woman pushed her tongue deep inside Kate's smooth pussy, then it moved again to focus on Brendan's slippery cock pushing into the puffy lips of the woman.

"Tell me when you're going to cum." Kate told her husband. Brendan increased his pace and moaned out loud. "You're going to cum, aren't you?"

"Yes," he shouted, "Not far..."

"Imagine it's her," Kate said, "Imagine it's our own little slut, Meena, imagine you're fucking Meena! Say her name."

"Meena."

"Louder!"

"Meena, oh fuck, Meena, I'm cumming."

Brendan moaned out loud and stopped fucking, motionless for just a second then he exhaled and his body jerked as he pumped his cum into the woman. He pulled out and wanked the last spurts over her body and Kate fell forward to lick it from her skin as he wiped his cock over her pussy and stepped out of shot. The camera continued to film Kate licking her husband's semen from the girls skin and then closed in as Kate moved down to lick at her clit.

Scot reached out and paused the video then turned to look at Meena who was biting her bottom lip, transfixed by the movie, now staring blankly at the screen. He'd been aware that she was fingering herself as she watched but now she was frozen, barely breathing.

"Did she just say your name?" he asked, rhetorically. Meena turned her head to look at him and then sort of coughed and laughed at the same time. "Shit, your boss wants to fuck you!" he said and laughed.

Meena stood, suddenly aware of her nudity and this strange man next to her. What the fuck was she doing? She suddenly felt scared, her mind was blank, she didn't know what to think or what to do, this could change everything. Her first thought was about her job, the last thing she wanted to do was lose what she'd worked so hard for? Fantasy was one thing but actually realising they were fantasising about the same thing made the situation so much more real.

Scot also couldn't believe the day he was having. This house, finding a secret stash of amateur porn, a sex dungeon and now he was naked, having had an amazing encounter with the most gorgeous woman and discovering this street was like the sex capital of the city.

"Are you okay?' he asked Meena, genuinely concerned, realising she didn't necessarily share his enthusiasm about what they'd just seen.

Meena nodded and looked up at him, a thin smile appearing, "Just a lot to take in, you know?"

He quietly moved to make her a fresh drink, she probably needed one more than ever now, he knew he did. He pushed it across the counter to her as she grabbed his sarong from the floor and tied it around herself and they remained in silence for another few minutes.

"Can I show you something else?" he didn't want her to leave and was afraid that, rather than exploding into a filthy, fuck-hungry whore, which is what he wanted, Meena was about to dress and disappear for good.

"Okay." she said, blankly and grabbed the large measure of gin and knocked it straight back. She shuddered, screwed her face up a little and slammed the glass onto the bench, "Hit me! Something else though" she demanded. Scot laughed and poured her a shot of rum, adding a small spoon of palm sugar and lime to make the bitter drink more palatable. "Mmm, gooood." she said and they both laughed.

Scot leaned forward and kissed Meena on the lips. His heart skipped as he did so, suddenly aware that he was more then just excited about the sex, he was really interested in this woman. She was funny, relaxed, confident, he liked her a lot. Meena responded. It wasn't an erotic battle of tongues and saliva, just soft, warm and electric. As they broke they both looked at each other like teenagers, Meena's stomach doing somersaults, her nipples hardening and Scot's cock fattening again with a sudden rush of blood. His balls now ached painfully, he'd been erect and flaccid more than a dozen times today and was yet to feel any relief.

"Come on." he said, refilled Meena's glass and lead her to the utility room towards the back of the house.

Meena's reaction was obvious, the same excited, incredulous, disbelief that Scot had felt on descending the stairs for the first time. Instead of walking slowly through the space she danced from alcove to alcove, stroking and touching everything in silence, her chin almost dragging on the ground. By the time she had got to the bathroom section and turned Scot could tell she was excited, no longer fearful but adventurous and horny. The look in her eye seemed to tell him that she was as dirty as him, depraved and perverted, willing to try almost anything and learn with him as they explored and experimented.

Meena looked across to one of the alcoves and saw something familiar. It was the massage bed on which she had watched the young girl fucking her bosses. She skipped over to it, giggling and ran her fingers over the white vinyl. She stroked the end where the girls pussy would have been and then bought her fingers to her nose. She laughed and looked at Scot, "I wonder who cleans this?"

He stepped over to her and sat on the bed, "What do you think?"

"It's fucking amazing," she answered, slumping down next to him, looking around to take it all in, "Think of the fun you could have here. Think of all the people who have had fun here."

"Well, there are shit loads of video's upstairs, I wonder if they film everything?"

"I wonder if the whole street is in on it?" Meena pondered, thinking about the other occupants along the avenue of massive houses, "Actually, eurgh, scrap that, I fucking hope not, some of them are just horrid."

"Would you fuck your boss then?"

Meena thought and then nodded, "They are lovely, I mean I would love to but I wouldn't do it if it was going to change my work." she turned to him and told him about the video she'd found those months ago and how Kate had caught her and reacted.

"They seem like pretty straight people," he offered, "They probably feel the same way as you; wanting to go through with it but scared it would change things." They sat in silence for a second and then Meena turned to Scot and they kissed each other again with soft, delicate kisses. Meena smiled as they broke away and let out a little, nervous giggle. "Fantasy then, let's stick to fantasy. What would you like to do with them if they were here now?" Scot asked, playfully.

Meena smiled broadly, she loved fantasising and stood to examine the room further. Scot followed her as she strolled around each of the alcoves before stopping in the one with the love swing. "I like the idea of being submissive with them. I work for them so they have some control over me so I like the idea of continuing that." she fingered the leather straps, chains and ropes imagining how they would work. "I'm their cleaner so I like the idea that I'm their dirty slut. I fantasise about Kate seducing me in her bathroom after finding me in there on my knees. She tells me to carry on doing what I'm doing then she undresses slowly, staring at me all the time. When she's naked and I'm trying not to look she tells me to turn around and asks me if I like her body. She keeps asking me different questions, getting more and more personal until she finally tells me to stroke her pussy and tell her whether I like it." Meena stood with her eyes closed as she recited her fantasy. She took a deep breath and let out a loud sigh, relishing in the thought of touching and tasting Kate, then opened her eyes and returned to the room. "I'd like them to strap me into this and then force me to do what they wanted."

"What sort of things?" Scot moved behind her, resisting the urge to reach around her waist and push his cock into her from behind.

"I'd like them to have dragged me here at the end of the day, when they've just returned from work, still in their smart business clothes. They'd make me watch them and then they'd tell me to do all sorts of things to them until we were all exhausted and sore."

"Oh come on," Scot said kissing Meena's neck and reaching round to stroke her nipples. He pushed his cock into the crease of her arse and Meena responded, pushing back onto him and moaning, "you can do better than that, Meena, describe it in detail, I want to hear it."

Meena closed her eyes and rolled her head back as he continued caressing her "'Come with us, slut' they'd say and bring me down here, strip me, Kate pulling down my knickers and holding them to her face to smell me as she looks into my eyes. 'You haven't finished cleaning yet' Kate would say and force me onto the floor, shimmy up the hem of her tight pencil skirt then rub her dirty, pant covered cunt into my face."

"Mmm, sounds lovely, I like hearing you talk dirty, I like you saying the word 'cunt'"

Scot's hands left her breasts and started to secure the wrist straps, catching his breath each time his hard cock brushed Meena's beautiful brown skin. Meena ignored him, letting him do as he pleased while she carried on.

"I'd have to clean Brendan's cock too, Kate taking it out of his pants and guiding it into my mouth. Neither of them have showered and they taste strong and sweaty. Brendan grabs the back of my head and pushes until he is deep in my throat and I'm gagging against it. Kate pinches my nipples hard and he thrusts short strokes into me, pulling hard on my hair. When he finally pulls out I have to gasp for air and I watch them smiling at me."

As Meena described her fantasy Scot secured all of her bonds, pulled on the ropes to take her weight and then encouraged her back against the seat, raising her legs off the ground and pulling them apart, as wide as the ropes would allow. He manoeuvred her into a seated position, her arms wide apart to give her the feeling of exposure and vulnerability. He smiled at her and kissed her again then looked around the room for one more item, spying it a few metres away. He returned to Meena with the long steel bar they'd seen the woman in the video secured with. Meena's knee straps had small clips on them which snapped to the rings at the end of the bar. Scot adjusted the ropes again and stepped back to look at her.

She was in a half sitting, half laying position, her arms outstretched and pulled tightly so she was unable to move them any closer to her body. Her knees were held wide apart by the metal bar and her feet were drawn up slightly. Cradling her lovely, round arse was a sling of leather which supported each cheek and, between her legs her swollen, brown lipped, hairy pussy was pulled wide open. Scot stepped forward and adjusted her seat then stepped back to look again, smiling as now her tight, dark brown arse hole was also visible, the cheeks of her arse stretched apart. He dropped to the floor and began kissing her thighs, "Carry on." he said between delicate kisses and soft bites.

Meena felt incredibly vulnerable but safe at the same time. She was not only enjoying this adventure but Scot too. He seemed genuine and they just seemed to click. She looked down at him as he nipped at her thigh with his front teeth and loved that she was his for tonight. She had the urge to see him cum, to stare into his eyes as she brought him to ecstasy. She'd let him have his fun, then she would have hers.

"They tie me up like this," she continued, acknowledging the sling she was suspended in, "but lower to the ground so they can each abuse my mouth and face some more. Brendan tells me to lick his cock now and holds it steady for me to wrap my tongue around then he wipes it all over my face and chest as I feel a pressure against my arsehole and then a stab of pain as Kate pushes something into me and then leaves it there, filling me and making my tight hole throb."

Scot flicked his tongue across Meena's arse and she jumped. "I love listening to you." he said and she moaned as he licked her before forcing just the tip into her, fucking her arse with against the momentum of the swing.

"They swap places and Kate stands astride me, pulls her knickers to one side and forces me to eat her." Meena closed her eyes and took a deep breath, imagining how Kate would smell. "I love how I smell at the end of the day and she's the same, she taste's strong and metallic, thick, creamy and bitter and she moans as I push my tongue into her filling my mouth with her juices. She moans and pulls my mouth onto her telling me to clean her cunt, calling me a slut and a bitch."

Scot began to stroke the lips of her pussy as he pushed his tongue deeper into her tight hole. As Meena described Kate talking dirty to her he could also hear her moaning from his attention. He pushed a finger into her, slid his tongue from her arse, replacing it with his thumb and closed his mouth around her swollen clit.

Meena cried out, "Oh, yes Scot, fuck, yes," and then composed herself a little, keen to reach the end of her fantasy but the remainder of her story came in short, staccato sentences as she fought back her orgasm. "Kate begins to rub herself as I eat her... She presses her clit into my nose... and asks me if I like eating her dirty cunt... Fuck Scot, not yet!" Scot broke away from sliding his tongue on her clit and held his thumb still in her arse, now only gently stroking her outer pussy lips. "I can't speak," she continued, "I moan and she pulls herself away 'What did you say, slut?' she asks me and I look up at her, straight into her eyes and tell her I do. 'I better make it more dirty.' she says and holds herself open, right in front of my face. I see a tiny trickle first, then a spurt of hot pee. It hits my chin and neck and she steps back a bit as a stream of piss flows out and over my chest and down my body. Oh, Scot, now please make me cum."




Housesitting



Linda woke up that morning in a sweat. She came to, half buried in bedsheets, slowly conscious of the silence of the big empty house hovering beyond her. She was flat laying on her stomach and somehow her panties had made their way down to her ankle. She realized she'd been dreaming - a very sexy dream - about Bobby Salazar, the brother of her best friend, Lana. She had always had a thing for Bobby, and now she couldn't stop thinking about him because today she'd be seeing him for the first time in eight years.

Bobby had been living on the east coast, first for college and then several years afterwards, but he was back now. From Lana's gossiping about Bobby, Linda knew he'd just been through a rough break-up and was back in California living with their parents.

Linda was house sitting for a professor, but had to leave for the weekend, and she needed a substitute. She'd mentioned it to Lana, and as innocently as possible, suggested Bobby might do it for pocket cash. She had to admit to herself that her motives were mixed. In her memories, Bobby was very handsome, or somewhere in between handsome and cute - a Latino James Dean. Long ago she'd written in her pre-teen diary that she wanted to marry him, and later in her teenage diary about how she wanted to lose her virginity to him, all that stupid stuff. She thought she'd dropped some hints over the years, but Bobby never gave her the time of day.

In college, she had dated half a dozen guys here and there. She was too smart for most of them, and the ones that were her equal were too ambitious to make any sort of relationship work at a young age. She had been single for a good year or two now, though she'd dated a lot - no one seemed to click, and Grad School didn't leave time for much of a social life, though it had helped her develop an appreciation for casual sex. She'd even dated a few girls, but decided she - mostly - preferred men.

It had been a long time, but Linda knew from occasional innocent Facebook stalking that Bobby still had his good looks, his goofy grin, and that he still liked Radiohead - all elements gelling into a perfectly attractive image in her mind.

Linda's mind strained to recall the details of her dream and what Bobby had been doing to her in it. Her hand found her center as she pressed her naked torso into the mattress, breaking the silence of the large empty house with a pleasured whimper.

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Roberto put on the turn signal and swung his parent's mid-90s Honda Accord into a palatial neighborhood. He was on his way to meet Linda Tanaka. Linda was a long-time friend of his younger sister Lana. Linda and Lana had been friends since junior high, as inseparable as their names were

alliterative.

Now Linda was a graduate student in some kind of health program, and apparently she spent some time house and dog-sitting for professors. According to Lana, Linda was off to a conference for the coming weekend and needed somebody to watch the current house she was sitting while she was gone.

Roberto welcomed the opportunity to make some extra money and, even more so, a chance to get away from his parent's house for the weekend and forget his pathetic situation - unemployed and heart-broken. So when Lana had asked if he was willing to do it, he jumped at the chance.

As he drove through the neighborhood, big suburban estates passing by, he remembered what he could about Linda. In high school she was always at their house visiting Lana, but still, his memories weren't all that acute. She was always very quiet and shy and he wondered if that's why he couldn't remember much. He remembered thinking she was cute, sort of, but stick-thin and awkward, which led him to ignore her at the time.

He summoned a faint memory of a night she'd attended one of Lana's few large sleepovers. He had holed up in his room, playing Radiohead in effort to drown out the adolescent giggles elsewhere in the house. Linda had knocked on his door, told him she liked the music and asked if she could sit in his room and listen. They spent a silent half-hour sitting there, the album Kid A on the stereo, before Lana came in proclaiming Radiohead "boring," and off Linda went to giggle with his sister about boys or watch Dawson's Creek or whatever teenage girls did. He'd forgotten about that until now.

The Radiohead incident gave Roberto the impression Linda was smarter than some girls, and now that she was a grad student, he figured it was true. But still, he didn't think much of it - or her - as he pulled into the drive-way of the large suburban home. He noticed it looked like all the others up and down the block: small over-manicured lawns, tall fences. He'd grown up in a more modest part of town, and his folks owned a small rambler. The town had been growing a lot, though, modesty swallowed up by affluent makeshift McMansions like the one he'd be house-sitting. The monotony reminded him of why he had left for the east coast.

Once at the door, he pushed the bell and waited. After a few short moments, the door swung open and Roberto momentarily forgot his ennui. There stood Linda, greeting him with a smile.

"Hi Bobby."

He smiled. "Long time no see," he replied. It *had* been a long time. No one had called him Bobby since high school.

"Come in," she offered, and he stepped into the house. She asked him to remove his shoes, and waited a moment while he undid his nice loafers. For some reason he'd dressed business casual, like it was Friday at the bank. Maybe it was because he was so self-conscious about his unemployment. He didn't know for sure. It's not like he had anyone to impress, unless he was really trying to impress the best friend of his kid sister.

After what seemed like a silly amount of time getting his shoes off, he followed Linda down a dark hall out of the entry way, past a stairway, to the back of the house, where large windows illuminated an open concept kitchen. A living room stretched in one direction, and a backdoor led to a patio. It was a big house.

"This is the kitchen, the living room. The backyard is nice," Linda pointed it all out, feeling dumb for pointing out the obvious. Butterflies were flying in her stomach already. Bobby was looking sharp. In the time it had taken him to remove his shoes, she'd had the chance to take a long lingering look at him - smooth dark brown hair, muscular brown arms rolling out of a dark blue polo shirt, and a pair of khaki pants. He even smelled good, faintly like Old Spice or something.

Lest she give the impression she was anything but calm and composed, Linda jumped straight to describing the responsibilities of the house-sitting.

"The dog needs to go out once in the morning, and once at night. He's really old."

"What's his name?"

"Brewster."

"Where is he?" 

"Asleep, like usual. All he does is sleep."

Roberto noticed the pile of fur just beyond the couch in the living room. That must be Brewster, he thought.

He looked back to Linda. Linda continued explaining the ins and outs and dos and don'ts of the house: feed Brewster this medication at noon, fill that water bowl at all times; the mail comes around 3pm on Friday and Saturday. Roberto interjected with a clarifying question or two.

As they talked, his eyes began to register Linda in the natural light of the kitchen. She certainly wasn't a kid anymore. He was pretty sure she wasn't wearing any make-up - if she did it wasn't obvious - yet she had a face that somehow had bold features and remained soft. Perhaps it was her large, sleepy, almond-shaped eyes. She wasn't an Amazon - in fact, she was short - but she was taller than he remembered. She certainly was scrawny any longer; she was still slender, but by no means stick-thin: age had given her a curve or two, especially in the hips. She was dressed smartly too, a grey cardigan pulled over a yellow blouse, and black skinny jeans. It was a cute outfit, but nothing that screamed for attention.

Roberto felt compelled to learn more about her. He waited for a moment of pause between Linda's on-going laundry list of house-sitting duties. "What is this conference you're going to?" Roberto asked.

"It's on global health and social medicine, which basically are fancy words for how people in different cultures organize health care..." Linda said a word or two about her program, trying hard to keep it in lay person's terms. She hated how graduate school specialized language, and she hated even more how that language could shade people's perceptions of her. Or maybe she was just afraid of dis-interesting Bobby.

Roberto was intrigued. He could hear confidence in her voice for the first time since he'd gotten there. Linda obviously cared deeply about her program,the way she talked about it, but she was clearly editing herself. Maybe she thought he wouldn't get it? He didn't have much time to think about it before she turned the conversation back on him.

"What are you up to these days?" Linda asked him, though she already knew, in a way - Lana never shut up about Bobby, his nasty break-up with his fiance, and how it had supposedly made him a lazy slob, living at home, mooching off their parents. But Linda wasn't so sure - Lana had a way of exaggerating and contradicting herself. She had also shared that Bobby spent all his time either at the gym or working on art photography - which didn't jive with the lazy slob description. Linda wanted the truth from Bobby himself, whatever that was.

"Looking for a job, I suppose." Roberto wondered if it sounded as pathetic as it felt.

"Lana said you've been doing photography?"

"Yeah," Bobby admitted.

"What do you photograph?

"Mostly cultural scenes. I've been driving around taking photos of small-town bodegas, you know the little Mexican mini-marts..." Roberto tailed off; he was a little embarrassed by it. Britt, his ex, had always berated his interest in the arts, and he had little confidence in his abilities in that area. We'd worked at a bank for most of the years they were together, and he blamed her for his wasted ambition. Then again, she'd run off with a musician. Britt wasn't a model of consistency.

Linda continued to ask about his photography, and slowly Roberto opened up. He didn't know if it was their shared past or what, but he felt comfortable around Linda. He wondered if she was attracted to him; it would be nice if she was. After the way Britt had treated him, he could use the ego boost, and Linda's interest in his photography excited him. He wondered what Lana would think it they dated, and he chuckled inside: she would probably hate it, at least at first. Lana hated everything at first. Maybe it wasn't such a good idea; he turned the conversation back to house-sitting.

"Is there anything else in the house I should see?"

"That's everything down here, I think," Linda said. She was moving through the check list of tasks in her mind, trying hard not to seem nervous. Bobby was really interesting to her. His interest in social documentation matched her concern over social medicine, maybe. Or maybe she was just trying to justify her long-standing schoolgirl crush. How could she be sure?

Next up was showing Bobby where the guest room and the bathroom were, upstairs. Linda's stomach turned silly as she remembered how she'd woken up in the guest room that morning, inadvertently half naked, sexy remnants of her dream warming over her. The autumn sunlight pouring in through the window wasn't cooling her off any, either, and without a thought she snapped the fronts button on her cardigan, pulled it off and set it down on the counter.

"Let me show you the upstairs."

"Sounds good," Roberto replied, following behind Linda as she traveled back down the hall they had first entered in, turning to ascend a large carpeted staircase.

With Linda a step or two in front of him, Roberto couldn't help his eyes darting over her womanly features. She had removed her sweater innocently enough, but the bare, faintly brown skin of her arms and the slope of her small chest beneath her yellow t-shirt had turned his mind to such things. Slender though she was, her figure swelled somewhat disproportionately at the waist, which Roberto liked - he knew it probably fulfilled some stupid stereotype about Latino men, but ladies with hips and ass really did it for him. Linda's skinny black jeans captured hers very nicely, showcasing her round thighs and tapering down over her ankles. Based on how her ass shimmied up the stairs, she actually looked a little thick in the rear, and he started to wonder if, despite her last name, she wasn't entirely Japanese. For all he knew she could be hapa - half- or mixed Asian - and he thought he recalled she had moved to California from Hawaii. But he didn't pursue the thought - ethnic guessing games were a pet-peeve of his. People always thought he was Mexican, but his parents were Salvadoran.

Watching Linda move up the stairs ahead of him, Roberto bit his lip, trying to stave the burning warmth of need in his abdomen - he couldn't escape the fact it'd been so long since he'd been with someone. Britt and him hadn't had sex their last six bitter months together, though it turned out she'd been getting it elsewhere. After so long, his desire was undeniable now. All he had for nearly a year and a half or more - he was afraid to calculate it exactly - was porn and his own sorry mind, and he hated how his need shaded the way he viewed women. A good place to start improving might be removing his eyes from the movement of Linda's backside.

Towards the top of the stairs, Roberto finally glanced up - to see Linda looking back at him in a mirror hung on the wall. His eyes darted away, and he felt red blush across his face. There was a real good chance she'd just seen him eying her ass.

He didn't see it, looking away, but Linda was blushing too. Had Bobby been checking her out? She was almost shivering at the thought. She was eager to gloss the situation with generic chatter.

"There are a lot of mirrors in this house for some reason."

Roberto felt caught. His mind raced to respond; he wasn't sure if she was mad or flattered or what, but she was giving him the opportunity to move past the moment, and he had to take it.

"Did you ever see that episode of 'Are you afraid of the dark' with the house with all the mirrors?"

Linda knew the one. "The one where the mirrors sucked the life out of people? Maybe that's Brewster's problem."

Roberto chuckled at Linda's joke and his mind eased, but just a little.

They reached the bedroom and Linda continued to be all business, pointing to the attached bathroom, pulling open dresser drawers to show where the towels were, and so forth. The guest bedroom was large, and like most things in the house, outfitted like a grandmother's house - doilies under everything - and yet another big mirror on the wall.

Linda sat down on the edge of the large bed, and Roberto sat next to her, - careful to sit at a fair, non-suggestive distance. The mattress sank considerably at their combined weight.

"This mattress is old," Linda opined. "Like everything else in this house."

"It's those damn mirrors," Roberto chuckled, looking at the large oval mirror opposite the bed.

Roberto breathed a momentary sigh of relief - Linda didn't seem upset of offended. Maybe they had something here. He felt awfully guilty at checking her out on the staircase; Linda was smart, and he wanted to connect with her on that level, if he could. He resolved to ask her out to coffee, now. If she said no, it wasn't as if his ego could be anymore bruised. Not after the year he'd had.

"Linda, would you want to get coffee with me sometime?"

Linda paused, stunned. It was what she had wanted, more than anything, but it felt so unexpected. Once it registered, she hurried to offer her answer, in case silence suggested she felt any other way.

"I would love to." Another pause. If there was a time to admit, this was it. "You know, I've had a thing for you for a very long time."

"Is that right?" Roberto said with a uneasy smile, a new nervousness setting in. He was laughing inside with disappointment at himself. There had probably been a million and one signs she liked him over the years, and he had probably missed every single one.

Another pause came, but this one felt measured, like they were wading into this cautiously but with intent. 

"It would probably bother Lana," Linda said at last. It was clear Linda wasn't saying no - just stating a fact.

Roberto immediately felt anger - anger because Linda was right. Lana would be mad, if just because she had no control over it. Lana was like that. Linda was right in another way, though: she was right to raise the issue - they had to get the issue of his sister out of the way or there wouldn't be any point to exploring a relationship at all. They had to be on the same page.

"Probably," he said, looking forward, a bit perturbed. "But we're adults. It's up to us, not her."

"I agree," was all Linda could say. Her mind was racing to forget Lana. She liked Roberto's steadfast refusal to allow Lana to define their relationship. She loved Lana as only an old friend could - because she was an old friend, she felt she knew when Lana was overreacting. And if Lana didn't like her and Roberto exploring a relationship or dating, or whatever, that was Lana's problem, not theirs.

Pondering the idea of "them," the emptiness of the big house suddenly seized on Linda. They were together, alone. She felt her insides thrum at the thought. Thinking back to the morning, Linda thought of how she'd brought herself to climax, imagining the sensations of Bobby inside of her, on the very bed they sat on now.

She felt sweat on her brow when she realized it. This was a certainly a chance to make her dream a reality, a dream she'd had since she could remember. But was it the responsible thing? The smart thing? She couldn't be sure of that. But she was sure of how good he looked right now, sitting sheepishly on the bed, hands folded in his lap, an uneasy grin on his face. It was funny - he looked like he could use some affection. She wanted it from him in return. What was wrong with that? They were adults after all, just as he had said.

She looked to his face. "I want to kiss you so bad."

Roberto suddenly turned his head to look at her, his eyes big at her words, looking back into hers. He was surprised, but not disappointed - he'd asked her to coffee because he wasn't ready to admit he wanted a lot more. Here Linda was admitting she wanted more - he admired her frankness. God, he admired all of her. "I'd like that" was all he could say.

Their gazes locked, not accidentally, as they had in the mirror at the top of the staircase, but intently; there was no turning away, no sign of hesitancy this time.

Roberto leaned towards Linda, closing the distance across the edge of the bed, bending his face to hers. Their lips caressed, lightly at first. Without thinking about it Linda opened her mouth beneath his and their tongues met and caressed. The bottom dropped out of her stomach; she felt her knees weaken. Roberto scooted closer, and his hands moved delicately around her waist as the kiss

deepened and waxed and waned.

Finally Roberto broke the kiss and looked back into her eyes. "You're really pretty." It was corny as hell but he meant it. He immediately regretted how it sounded so superficial, but Linda didn't give him a chance to dwell on it.

"You're really hot," Linda offered back; she was kidding him, but she meant it too.

Roberto's mind raced to offer back a joke, but before he could Linda bounded back for another kiss, this one more demanding. Leaning intently into his body, Linda felt a warmth begin to flow through her: a delicious, pulsing warmth in her most sensitive areas. Desire got the best of her - she leaned forward, pushing Roberto down awkwardly onto the bed.




Housesitting



Tongues entwined passionately as they lay on their sides; it was slow and tender and really everything a good second kiss should be — so much that when it ended, they were both a little out of breath. Linda licked her now well-used lips. "Bobby, I'm sorry," she panted, not really able to

describe what had just transpired.

"Don't be," he hurriedly responded. He didn't even notice she'd called him Bobby again. "I should be thanking you..."

Roberto sat up on one elbow and hovered above Linda, his face a few inches from hers. He was trying to find the words to explain himself, how Linda was giving him a new sense of self-respect, and how he respected her in return - but there seemed to be no words to say; her eyes spoke volumes.

He bent to kiss her again.

As they kissed, Linda ran her hand gently over Bobby's shoulder, and down his muscled arms. Yes, this was like her dream, but if it was a dream, it was lucid - she realized she was in control. That set her feeling greedy, and she continued... over his well-defined chest... down his ribcage... and over his slim hips. Tentatively, it dipped to his crotch, palming it and finding him half hard.

Roberto liked what she was doing with that hand, and thought it meant something. Desire might be getting the best of him, but he didn't care. It felt to good to kiss her. He decided he'd make the next move. He let it continue for a while, just to be sure it was real, before taking things further. Linda's delicate hand continued to rub him, and he could not help responding any longer. He sat up on the elbow of one arm again and reached for the button of her pants with his other. He broke their kiss.

"Is this all right?"

They locked eyes. The look on her face was a mix of pause and delight, a stunned grin. She knew she wanted it - she'd wanted it for such a long time - but still, Linda's mind raced with all the possible consequences. Bobby's declaration - "we're adults" - refrained in her mind.

"Yeah," she nodded back.

He made quick work of the button and pulled the zipper down - he always surprised by how short they were on women's pants - revealing a pair of cotton panties, white with green polka dots. Cute, he thought - no, *hot.* He sat back on his knees before her and hooked a finger into her waist band, pausing again to look to her face to make sure this was all right. She looked back at him, beaming.

Bobby's heart racing, he tugged both garments over her curving hips. Linda arched up, raising her butt off the bed so he could pull them off easier. His dick pulsed, straining in his pants as her lower half was revealed to him, inch by inch: her soft stomach, her prominent hip bones, fleshy thighs, and at her center, dense, dark pubic hair, swathed over the pert lips of her sex. Her bush was impossibly dark against her pale skin, and Bobby took note of her stark tan-lines: of course, he thought, this isn't the east coast, this is California. The strong smell of her arousal was nearly immediate, and he breathed deeply through his nose as he pealed the tapered pants off one leg, and then the other.

Linda sat back on her arms and writhed where she could to help him get her pants off. Her heart was racing. She couldn't help asking herself whether her busy hand had got her into trouble, whether her fantasies about Bobby were overwrought and whether this would create complications with Lana that she would come to regret. But the question seized in her mind, unanswered, as Bobby began kissing up her bare leg, in along her upper thigh. She bit her lip at the ticklish sensation, watching the top of his head approach her crotch, which was swooning from the inside out. She spread her legs apart in hopeful anticipation of his next maneuvers.

Kissing up her smooth thigh, Bobby noticed Linda open her legs. He took it as an invitation to gently introduce his tongue to her vagina, through the hair, licking up the middle of her damp, swollen cleft. Oh, what it was to taste a woman again. After a preliminary licking around it all, circling her clitoris, Bobby began licking her center, lapping her like a cat, lifting the hood off her swollen nub with every swipe of his tongue. 

Linda couldn't believe how good this felt. Was it her nervous energy, or was he really that good at this? Her hands were balled up in the bed covers and she was beginning to pant heavily, involuntarily pushing her hips up into his face. Her body was streaking to the finish line faster than she wanted - if this was to go further, she had to intervene.

Roberto felt Linda's hand on his head, her body tense. "Bobby..." He stopped and looked up.

"Your turn."

Bobby pulled back, a little surprised, and Linda scooted off the bed, stopping briefly to kiss Bobby on the way. She took Bobby's hands, turning him until he was seated on the edge, and knelt down before him. A little nervous but excited too, she looked up into his eyes, biting her lower lip, trying hard to stay composed as she undid his belt and unzipped his khakis. The way Bobby was looking back at her helped ease her mind; he looked eager and grateful. He was letting her lead now.

When she finally got his pants off, though, any doubt she had left evaporated: his cock was hard and beautiful. She was mesmerized by the path of dark hair that trailed down from his belly button over his lower stomach to his crotch. Lover's lane, she thought to herself jokingly. It would be the first place she put her mouth, teasingly.

Kissing low on his firm abdomen, Linda curled one hand around his rigid member to hold him still, running the other one over the other parts of his stomach, feeling the muscles there shiver. When she began licking around the base of his dick, Bobby let out a hard, half-contained exhalation. It

sounded involuntary, but still, suddenly Linda felt a little bad about teasing him - she raised her head back up, pushed a loose strand of hair behind her ear, and went to work.

Linda slid her mouth over him, feeling out the form and shape of his head with her tongue. Then she began to bob, first up, then down, slowly, letting him slide out and back in. His cock was hard and slick in her mouth: she could taste the pre-ejaculate, and feel minute, involuntary thrusts of his hips. His hands were balled into fists, grasping the bed spread, just like hers had been.

Roberto let out a long sustained sigh. He looked to the mirror on the wall across from the bed.

He saw himself seated on the edge of the bed. Linda was reflected from behind, kneeling in front of him, her head bobbing between his legs. The sensation of her mouth working his cock clouding his mind, his gaze lingered on the sight of her lower half emerging from underneath the yellow cotton shirt, naked except for a pair of long socks hugging her calves. She had the most adorable dimples at the base of her back, just before her ass began, and her ass - it was just as he had admired it on the stairs: a little pudgy, round and wide across, soft in just the right places.

Roberto knew he didn't want this to end in a blow job; besides, he was certain she hadn't cum yet. But he had to know if she was down for more, or if this would be it. With the last remaining strand of conscious thought, the remaining strand that wasn't overwhelmed by lust, he knew that there would be consequences for what they were doing now - maybe bad, but maybe really good, too. It had to be up to her.

He struggled to find the words: doing what they were doing was easy, felt good; naming what they

were doing was hard, felt dirty. "Linda, I'm not going to last long if you don't stop," he managed to stammer in a half-whisper, short of breath. His dick still in her mouth, she looked up at him with those big brown, almond-shaped eyes, a questioning look. He added: "I want more if you do..." He hoped that explained it.

Lidna's mind raced. Her whole being was screaming "yes" - the tingle at her center was so strong, she could feel it in her toes - yet she too struggled to find the words to say it. After years of holding back her feelings for Bobby, this intimacy was so much like a dream, as if words would wake her. She took her mouth off him and rose, weak-kneed. Her eyes caught his as she stood and she felt herself shiver from the inside. "Yeah," she finally managed. "I'd like that."

Suddenly, reality caught up with Roberto - he realized they were missing something. "I... don't have a condom."

"It's OK, I've been on birth control for a long time," Linda answered.

Roberto was struck by her tone of voice. She sounded confident - the same Linda that had talked about her work at grad school. She knew what she was doing.

Before the pause in the action could break their carnal momentum, Linda kissed him on the lips, hard, wanting to feel close to him again. There the confidence of her voice extended to her

physically. Their tongues entwining, her arms circled around his shoulders, and she leaned her naked torso into him slowly, her soft bushy hair pubic hair brushing against his aching, upright penis.

Emboldened by her slowly arching waist, Roberto's hands stroked over her narrow hips, around to her ass, finger tips trailing across the soft flesh of her cheeks. That compelled Linda to grind her crotch into his, sparking an exquisite friction that caused them both to break the kiss and come

up for air.

Linda seized the moment and tugged up the hem of his fitted shirt; Roberto got the hint and removed it over his head, tossing it aside. He was completely naked now, though his socks remained. She

liked what she saw. Without a shirt he was more manly, he looked strong, and was covered in places with dark brown hair. He looked so good she was nearly distracted, and lingered half a second before

realizing she herself ought to undress.

As Linda pulled the yellow shirt over her head, Roberto couldn't resist running his hands up along her sides, his fingers ascending her ribs like a ladder. It tickled Linda mightily and she squirmed away with a laugh, the shirt caught over her face. With her arms stuck in the air, it pressed her pert little breasts up and out delectably, giving Roberto the urge to nuzzle his face between her cleavage. He refrained, though - one tickle was enough, for now - allowing Linda get the shirt off completely, just a black bra and two socks short of buck naked.

Roberto wanted her so bad now. He didn't even care if her bra stayed on. He pulled her back to him, his arms encircling her to squeeze her soft little ass in both hands. He nuzzled into her neck, the roughness of his twelve-o-clock shadow eliciting a giggle. Turning, gently urged onto the bed by Roberto, Linda reclined onto her back and Roberto crawled over her. "How do you want it?" he whispered in her ear, and pulled back to look her in the face.

Linda was thrilled by his asking. She couldn't remember a guy she had been with who had ever asked. She immediately thought back to that morning, the fantasy that had awaken her face down on the mattress. She knew what she wanted - she'd done this enough with other men to know what got her off. Still, she made a mock thoughtful look, biting her lip playfully and scrunching her eyebrows.

"Missionary doesn't really do it for me..." she confessed.

Roberto raised an eyebrow.

"From behind?" she suggested.

Eagerness immediately washed over his face... "Anything you want," he answered, kissing her on the cheek before pulling back.

Linda turned over on the bed hurriedly, looking back at the sight of Bobby's penis standing firm from his dark pubic hair, pronounced as he stood waiting. Yep, she wanted that. Linda folded over on her knees until her head rested against the soft mattress, her face turned sideways, and stuck her fat rear up and out. She realized she'd forgotten to take her bra off, but by now she didn't care. She felt the soft bed weigh down as Bobby climbed onto the bed behind her, and her eyes closed in anticipation.

Rising behind her bent figure from his knees, Roberto admired the rivets of her spine along the arch of her back - though she was short, the slenderness of her back made it long and narrow, exaggerating the symmetric flair of her hips. Linda was a beautiful thing stretched out across the ugly floral print of the bed spread. With her ass up, her hefty cheeks spread taut to reveal her puckered asshole, and just below that the inviting pink of vagina, laced sparingly with moist strands of hair.

He reached a hand between her legs, cupping her sex and running a finger between them, testing her readiness. His finger slid through resistance-free. She was sopping. Linda swooned at the stroke of his fingers, then caught her breath as she felt his hand quickly replaced by the head of his cock. He worked it in slowly and she tried to hold back an involuntary whine as the pleasure - both immediate and anticipated - radiated throughout her core. The sound came out instead muffled and long, like a low moan. It must have encouraged him, because he proceeded to slide in all the way at once - easily - until she felt his pelvis firm against her ass.

Indeed, Bobby was more than encouraged. He could hear the blood roaring in his ears he wanted this so badly now. The warm wet grip of Linda's body on his cock was exquisite, but even more so, it was the thought that a smart and beautiful woman like Linda would want to do this with him that was intoxicating. It was the same nervous energy he burned off at the gym every other night, but rather than fueled by self-hatred, here it was fueled by love, or at least the possibility of it.

Bobby strained to keep the focus on her, not him - he was intent on fucking Linda gently, making her feel as good as she made him feel - and her deep moan was a sign he was on the right track. Grabbing hold of her hips, he pulled out, then pushed in, pumping into her very slowly at first, allowing Linda to pick up on his rhythm and begin rocking back to meet his thrusts. As they continued, Bobby found his eyes torn between admiring the dimples on her lower back, and the exquisite sight and feel of his cock sliding in and out of her damp, tight vagina. The flesh of her ass jiggled a little whenever he thrust in too - it was amazing.

But as much as he loved the view, the give of the old bed became too much. He couldn't hold himself upright and he fell at the waist, draping over her bare back.

Linda liked it. She welcomed the closeness of him atop her, feeling the strength of his upper body

and the coarseness of his chest hair against her bare back. The new position drove his dick deeper, compounding the pleasure. It also allowed him to reach around and between her thighs, to feel with his fingers what he had been admiring with his eyes: the back and forth of his slick cock into her small frame.

For Linda, the addition of Bobby's hand over her core was sensational. She swore she could hear her own heart pounding, and she ground back against him - demanding more of his dick as the tingling shot through her. His fingers found her stiff clitoris, and after only a few strokes she yelped, then whined.

"Fuck me Bobby."

Bobby's lust magnified at the sound of his name mixed with such profanity, words he'd never heard

during any sex he'd had before. He remembered now that he had forgotten to correct her earlier; no one called him Bobby anymore. But he was glad he hadn't said anything now - he loved it. Excited, he thrust against her harder. As he did so, Linda gradually lurched forward off her knees, flat onto the bed with Bobby flat atop her, still connected at the hip, his hand over her crotch trapped against the bed.

Roberto was suddenly conscious of her diminutive body; her body felt feint and fragile beneath his. Afraid of crushing her, he whispered hurriedly: "Is this okay?"

"Yeah," she muttered, clutching at the bed spread; she felt absolutely consumed by him now, he was buried so deep inside, his fingers pressed against her so intimately.

Her welfare confirmed, he began to piston his hips faster than before with what leverage he could muster. Linda responded by spreading her legs wider, making it easier for Bobby to run his hand roughly around the stem of her clitoris. Two new, recurring sounds resulted: one from the bed -

"creak creak creak creak" - and one from Linda - "Oh oh oh ohhhh oh."

Linda was completely given over now, pinned to the bed by pleasure and motion. Suddenly, she felt Bobby kiss her back, once. That little moment of tenderness finally released her into a frenzy of tingling and pulsating white heat, which she vocalized - "oh" turning to "uhhhhhh." She was coming on the bed for the second time today, but instead of consuming her thoughts, Bobby was consuming her body, and she lost herself in that unbelievable reality.

Bobby felt Linda quivering beneath him and continued to work on her clit until she stilled, breathing heavily. As she came down, he removed his hand and slowed his movement in Linda to a more languid pace, raising the weight of his upper body off her and onto his hands. Trying to keep himself from coming, collected and focused, he was staring at her bare back, the shallow valley between her shoulder blades, framed by her bra straps - but it just got him thinking about what had just happened, how he loved how his little kiss had just sent her off like that.

Linda turned her head to look back up at him, at least as much as she could in their current position. Her cheeks were flush, her lips full - gorgeous.

"Okay?" Bobby asked, looking down at her.

"Mmmm..." she answered, closing her eyes. "Yeah. You?"

"You feel so good... I'm going to have to come soon..."

Linda opened her eyes and looked at him again with a grin. "How do you want to finish?" She was offering him anything.

Bobby caught his breath and redoubled his mental efforts not to explode into her. Linda's offer didn't help things - scenarios flooded through his head. He'd love to come inside her, but the lack of a condom worried him. He could ask her to finish him off with her mouth or hand - but that felt like it was straight out of the porn he was not too proud of watching. He didn't know what he wanted.

Linda sensed his hesitation. She'd always thought of Bobby as the older one, more experienced, more confident, with more direction in life. But little things this afternoon kept tipping her off that maybe she was the more experienced one, more confident and assured. It was there when they talked about their personal interests; there as he sat quietly in the moments before she asked to kiss him; and it was here now as he struggled to articulate his desire. The thought turned her on, a lot. It meant they were equals.

"Tell me what you want," Linda asked again, delicately.

Bobby's gut burned; his senses a little more collected, he began moving within her again. Linda's voice was so sexy, fluid and tangible. He focused his mind to what he really wanted.

"I want it every way," he told her at last.

Linda smiled, but she was disappointed - it was a classic non-answer. Was he going to need suggestions? But then Bobby continued.

"I don't want this to end here," he whispered earnestly. "I want to do more of this with you. And I still want that coffee."

"Me too." Linda agreed. A new kind of butterflies were flying in her stomach now.

"I don't want to cum inside you... too risky..." Bobby's words were squeaking out now. He was close. "Can I cum on your back?"

"Sure," she hissed. She wasn't as worried about pregnancy - she really had been on the pill for a long time - but anything to assuage Bobby.

Permission granted, Bobby pumped quickly into Linda a few more times, savoring one last time the soft tug of her vagina. The pressure building to an impossible degree, he slipped out, sitting back and straddling over Linda's spread thighs. With one hand he grabbed his dick - sticky with sex and harder than he could ever remember - and put his weight on the other hand, leaning over Linda's body. With as much focus as he could, Bobby aimed his cock down towards her and ran his hand along the length. He had barely given it half a stroke before he lost control, the pleasure pouring out of him, streams of translucence streaking along Linda's back and the crest of her derriere.




Housesitting



Linda felt the warmth of Bobby's spunk along her lower back. Then she felt Bobby kiss her back, the same spot he had before, and fall to her side on his back.

"Sorry... didn't want to cum inside you."

Linda was amused at how Bobby repeated his justification and apologized, as if he was worried about offending her. She was hardly offended.

"It's cool. No mess."

Bobby noticed the floral print covering the bed; it was scratchy on his bare ass. "These sheets must be antique."

He admired the streak of cum across the curve of Linda's butt and realized it was starting to run.

"Let me get you some tissue!"

He jumped off the bed and walked briskly to the bathroom. Linda continued to lay prostrate on the bed, trying hard not to move. These sheets were definitely antique, and as much as she was willing to risk to be with Bobby, she didn't want to pay a dry-cleaning bill.

She breathed deeply and thought about the all-consuming feeling of comforting warmth that she was feeling - she hadn't felt this way after sex in a long time. It usually meant a strong attachment, a desire to be with a person, to wake up the next morning with them. If it wasn't the afternoon, she'd want to crawl under the sheets with Bobby and fall asleep in his arms. She hoped Bobby had meant it when he said he wanted to see more of her, and she had no reason to disbelieve him. She didn't want him to go - maybe he could stay the night?

In the bathroom, Bobby was quickly unrolling a large wad of toilet paper from the wall. On his way back out of the bathroom, he caught his reflection in the large vanity mirror - nude, his dick still engorged, but floppy, glistening with sex. He looked back at himself - he realized he was smiling. And he realized he couldn't remember the last time he'd smiled. He really hoped this worked out with Linda.