0 comments/ 84182 views/ 6 favorites House For Sale Ch. 01 By: mthomas1138 My name is Mary. I'm 38-years old and I'm married to a wonderful man named Tom. We have two teenaged kids, twins, a girl named Mindy and a boy named Michael. I'm blonde (thanks to a monthly rinse to 'wash that gray right out of my hair') and I keep myself fit and trim with help from three hours a week at the gym. My breasts are still full and firm after a present from Tom on my 36th birthday, which included breast implants and a lift. I still get looks from younger guys, something that has helped my self esteem as I find myself edging toward dreaded middle age. I am a registered nurse at the local hospital and supervise one of the shifts in the residential wing. Tom was a civil engineer at a manufacturing plant in a Midwestern town until recently. His main job was to design new production equipment for the plant and supervise all of the maintenance workers that kept the machines running. The company lost a large contract, partly due to outsourcing to Mexico and India, and laid off a large number of workers from the production lines just as summer started. Tom had been with the company for just over ten-years, so they quickly transferred him to another plant on the west coast. I suddenly found myself at the start of the summer saddled with the responsibilities of packing up the kids, all of our things and getting the house ready to sell. The getting ready part went pretty smoothly. I arranged for movers to come and pack all of the household goods and soon the kids and I were left in a home stripped of everything except the bare essentials. The kids were initially sad about pulling up stakes, but got more excited about moving to Oregon, particularly when Tom would call at night and describe some of the houses he had been looking at for us. When he mentioned the one place with enough land for a horse for Mindy and a place for Michael to ride the new 4-wheeler we would buy, he had them ready to leave right then. The selling the house didn't go smoothly. With the shutdown of the plant there was a sudden glut of houses on the market and ours wasn't anything special. Tom made two trips home from the coast and we started to get more nervous about the immediate future as July approached with no one looking at the house. The kids and I were getting sick of sleeping on mattresses on the floor and living without any furniture. I had our real estate agent drop the price slightly three times and that got a few people interested enough to take a look. The traffic would slow and then stop until I dropped it again the next time. I was feeling pretty desperate until one afternoon when our agent called. "Mary, I think I may have a live one for you," the agent said, excitedly. "I showed him your place last week and he just called me to have another look. Can I show it again tomorrow?" "Of course you can!" I was ecstatic! This was the first second look in a month. "Do you think he's serious?" I asked. "Well, he has looked at a few houses, but he asked a lot of questions about yours when he called, so I would say he is pretty interested." The agent was upbeat and said that the man had asked if they could see the house again the next afternoon. I made a mental note to clean up the place and get the kids and I out of the house during the showing. That night I called Tom and gave him the news. He was excited as I was about the possibility of a sale. I could tell he was missing us as we talked. "Mary, babe, I just want you to get out here. This sucks being out here without you. I'm so horny I could just . . ." his voice trailed off. "You're so horny you could, what, whack off for me right now?" I kidded him. We had been resorting to playing around with phone sex during the separation. "Are you naked, Tom?" "Yeah. My cock is as hard as a rock right now. I've been thinking about sliding into you and about how warm and wet you would feel. Are you naked, Mary?" he asked slyly. "Not exactly. The kids are still up, so I have my nightshirt on. Nothing on underneath, though. I can pull it up a little and run my fingers up my thigh and, hmmmm, what's that? I think my pussy is wet. Let me check. No, it's very, very wet. I better run my finger over my clit while we talk. Are you jacking your cock, Tom?" I asked him. "Of course. God, I'm almost ready to come!" I could hear his breath getting heavier over the phone. "I was thinking about that time . . ." "What time," I asked. But I already knew the answer. "That time in Mexico ten-years ago when we went into Puerto Vallarta to go dancing. You remember?" "Yes." How could I forget the only time I ever cheated on my husband. Even it was only a little. My fingers started moving over my clit a little faster. I put the phone in the crock of my neck so I could reach down with my other hand and slip two fingers into my pussy. "I still see that whole scene like it was yesterday. I lost track of you in the bar. I was so fucked up on margaritas I had to sit down for a while and you started dancing with those two college guys. I looked up and you were gone. I looked all over for you and found you outside in the alley." Tom's breath was quickening. He always came quickly when we reminisced about our trip and my actions. "And what did you see me doing out in the alley, Tom? What was your young wife, the mother of your two children doing out there?" I asked him in a quiet voice. As he told me I know he would come in a torrent. My fingers were moving quickly over the slick flesh of my clit and I would join him in my climax. "I saw you on your knees sucking the black guy's cock. You were totally naked, Mary! Your dress was lying in the dirt in the alley. The short white guy was behind you and you were jerking him off. His hands were all over you, rubbing your breasts and fingering your cunt! And there were two Mexican guys watching the three of you! One of them reached over and started mauling your tits!" "I liked them watching me and feeling me, didn't I, Tom? I liked them watching me suck that huge black cock and I wanted them to see him come in my mouth. And they did!" I could tell that Tom was close to losing it. "Yes! And then you sucked off the other guy, too. He didn't last long, though, because you had been giving him a hand job! I'll never forget those ropes of come dripping out of your mouth, over your chin and down onto your tits. And then I came up behind you and bent you over and fucked you in front of all of them and blew my load in you!" Now it was time to push him over the edge. "Yes, you did. But, at the time I didn't know whose cock it was going in me. I just wanted to fuck. I needed a cock in me and your slut wife thought it was another Mexican guy . . . and I didn't care . . . " I heard him groan and could almost feel him shudder through the phone as he started his orgasm. I started my own with a few fevered last jabs of my fingers and dropped the phone from my neck as I pounded my cunt with the three fingers of my other hand. As I cooled down I picked up the phone. "Tom? Are you OK? Was that a good one?" He chuckled. "What do you think? Of course it was a good one. You get me every time. As fun as that was, I'd rather have you here with me, though, Mary." "I know, baby. Soon. Maybe we'll have a buyer for the house tomorrow. I need to go to sleep, Tom. I love you. Goodnight." "Mary, we have got to sell the damn house soon. We are missing some killer deals out here. Supporting two households is knocking the hell out of our finances, too. I hope this guy wants to buy the place. Anyway, back to us. That was fun, coming with you over the phone. That story gets me every time! I was wondering . . ." he stopped. "Wondering what?" I asked. "Oh, I was just wondering if you had ever thought about . . . doing something like that again?" "No! Tom, seriously, we were a lot younger and, no, I just couldn't do that again. It's stupid anyway, with all of the diseases out there now. No, I've never thought about doing that again!" "Just wondering. That story gets me every time. I love you, sweety. Goodnight," he said, and broke the connection. The next day went quickly. The twins had doctor appointments and I got their medical records transferred out to their new doctor in Oregon. We switched off the cable and stopped by the hardware store to pick up some more interior paint for some last touch-ups. I took the kids out for pizza and then, figuring that the showing was over we headed home. The house was empty when we got home. I called the real estate agent to ask how the showing went. He answered on the first ring. "Mary? I think he is going to go for it. He seemed OK with your asking price. His name is Jim Davis. He's in insurance and just moved to town. He asked if he could stop over tonight and talk to you to ask about anything with the house he needs to know about. I told him the only thing that was a little different was the attic fan, but he insisted on meeting you." I told the agent that would be fine and he gave me the man's number to call and set up the meeting. I dialed the number and his phone rang six or more times. I was just getting ready to hang up when he answered. "Hello," he answered in a deep voice. "Mr. Davis? This is Mary Thomas. I understand you wanted to come over tonight and discuss the house. What time is good for you?" "How about now?" he asked. "That would be fine. I look forward to meeting you, Mr. Davis." He hung up with out another word. I wondered what he would be like and thought to myself I'd soon find out. I just didn't want to blow the deal! House For Sale Ch. 02 After I hung up the phone I hustled up-stairs to get the kids squared away and thinking about bed. They had already managed to plug a movie into the DVD player and were both lying there watching it, half asleep in their sleeping bags. "Wish me luck, guys. I have a perspective buyer coming over in a few minutes that the real estate agent feels might be the one to make a deal and take the house. If it works out, we might be on our way to see your Dad soon!" "Whatever, Mom," said Michael, ever the pessimist. "This is like just another deal that will go south on us. We'll be starting school HERE in a couple of months!" "Shut up, Michael, you're so negative!" Mindy said, giving him a punch in the arm through his sleeping bag. "This could be it. This is the one. I just know it. Go for it, Mom!" "Thanks, honey, I will. You stay up here with Mr. Optimistic. I'll come up after the buyer is gone and let you know how it went." I closed the door and went back down stairs. I changed into a thin black sweater that Tom always said clung to my body and accentuated my breasts and some loose tan slacks. I had just enough time to throw one of the pre-made bread loaves I had thawed in the refrigerator into the oven when I heard the door bell ring. The real estate agent had insisted we put a loaf of bread into the oven before every showing to give the house a 'homey' smell. I opened the front door and saw a well-dressed man in a blue shirt and red striped tie, wearing a navy blazer with brass buttons and gray slacks. He was slender and his dark hair was graying at the temples. He had a five o'clock shadow. I could smell a faint scent of cologne on the breeze that blew into the door. I sensed he was sizing me up as well. I was wondering if the clingy sweater was the right choice. I noticed that his gaze lingered for a moment on my chest. "Hi, I'm Jim Davis," he said with the same deep voice I had heard on the phone earlier. I extended my hand to him and, like a gentleman, he took my hand into his and shook it lightly. "Hello, Mr. Davis, my name is Mary Thomas. It's a pleasure to meet you." "Please, call me Jim," he said with a smile. "Sure. If you'll call me 'Mary,' it's a deal." I motioned him into the house and closed the door behind him. "Can I get you anything? We don't have much – bottled water, or bottled water?" "Let me see . . . I'll have bottled water," he said. I directed him into the living room to take a seat on one of the two remaining chairs while I got his water from the refrigerator. As he opened his water I sat down opposite him. "Well, here's the thing," he began. "As you real estate agent probably told you already, I like your house. It has the room I need, I like the layout and the neighborhood is great. Nice and quiet. I have to ask, though, what is with the attic fan?" We talked for the next few minutes about the need for the fan to keep the air circulating in the attic to prevent mildew and a couple of other little oddities in the house. As we talked I found myself looking deeply into his eyes, and felt him doing the same to me. Or maybe I was imagining it. Damn, Tom had been gone so long I was being hyper-sexual, I thought to myself. As I shifted my legs to adjust my position in the chair I realized that my sex was moistening; I was getting wet just talking with this man in my nearly-empty living room. As I answered his questions I was thinking more about my flowing pussy and that I would need to finger myself after this man left the house. "That all sounds good," Jim said. "I think that I can probably meet your asking price with a few stipulations." "What 'stipulations' might those be," I asked. My thoughts had been drifting so the sexual and I snapped back into reality when I realized what Jim was saying. "I'll get to that in a minute. First . . . how long has your house been on the market?" he asked. "Ah, it's been listed for about two-months." "It's a tough housing market right now, isn't it? There is a lot out there in this price range. Your real estate agent let on that you haven't had too many 'second looks.' In fact, he said that I'm the first one in a month." He stopped and looked at me. "That's right," I said. I wasn't sure where he was heading with this. He sat up and pulled his chair much closer to mine, so that we were face-to-face, about two-feet apart. My senses felt like they were on alert as he moved into my personal space. I also realized that my sexual heat had instantly increased with the closeness and that my fluid was flowing from my vaginal opening and beginning to soak the crotch of my panties. I knew from the tension of my breasts against my bra that my nipples had hardened into points that were probably visible through the thin black sweater. A furtive glance by Jim down to my chest confirmed that my increasing arousal was visible. I thought for a moment that he might be able to smell my heated sex through my clothes. Jim slowly pulled a sheaf of documents from the interior breast pocket of his jacket. As he unfolded the papers he said, "I stopped by your real estate agent's office and picked up the sale documents. If we can agree this evening, I'll sign the papers and you're house will be sold. We don't have too much to work out." "I don't understand, Jim. If you are interested in meeting the sale price, that's about it. The engineer's report came back very positively; everything on the house is in good shape. What are your stipulations for the sale?" I asked. "Well, Mary, the main stipulation to the sale is . . . you," he said, slowly. The timer on the oven buzzed, signaling that the bread was done. I hadn't even noticed the delicious smell of fresh bread emanating from the kitchen. I stood up quickly and walked to the kitchen. As I walked my thoughts were reeling from what Jim had said. After pulling the bread from the oven I returned to the living and sat down in the chair across from Jim. "I don't understand." "My stipulation," he began, "is that I get you for, let's say, three days and two nights, beginning tomorrow." "'Get me?' What do you mean, Jim?" I was confused. "I have always had a fantasy about having a beautiful woman under my complete control for a couple of days," he said, looking deeply into my eyes, searching my face. "She would have to do anything I told her to do. So, my stipulation, Mary, is that play that fantasy out for me. You get the full asking price for your house. In return, you are mine for a couple of nights. You do anything and everything I tell you. After it's over you can leave town, never to return. What do you say?" "I, uh, don't know what to say. What do you mean by 'do anything?" "I mean anything. And I mean sexually. You would have to do anything I told you to do with me . . . or with anyone else I wanted you to have sex with." He slowly reached forward and cupped my breast in his hand, his thumb and forefinger searching for and easily finding my engorged nipple through the thin fabric of the sweater. "Uhhhhh," I gasped. He quickly leaned forward and kissed me on the lips, darting his tongue into my open mouth. I found myself thinking how easily I was responding to a man other than my husband. I was also thinking that I would probably be fucking this man Jim, whom I had just met, with almost little or no additional effort on his part. I didn't know what had gotten into me. I found myself fully responding to him, kissing him back, searching for his tongue with mine and finding it, teasing it. I realized that my eyes had been closed for some time while we kissed, a sign of the ecstasy I was feeling. While his one hand continued to work on both of my breasts, his other had found its way between my legs and was pressing into my sex through the fabric of my slacks and my socked panties. He broke the kiss and began talking in a quiet voice while continuing to explore my body with his busy hands. He took one of my hands and guided it to the crotch of his pants and rubbed it over the length of his erection. I took over on my own, running my hand up and down the length of his penis, wondering what it would look like when I finally got to see it. "Mary, I can feel how wet your pussy is through your clothes. I can tell you're turned on. You can feel my cock – I'm certainly turned on. What do you think about my proposal?" he asked. "Anything with anybody? I don't know if I can do that, Jim. How would it work, exactly?" I just wanted him to kiss me again, and I sought out his mouth with mine. "No, not yet," he said, moving his lips away from mine. "I would tell you what to do and with who. Sometimes with me, sometimes with other people. This could be your fantasy, too. You would be powerless and in my control. As for how it would work, I would sign the sales papers and keep them with me for the time we are together. If you should refuse to follow a direction, if you refuse to fuck me or someone I tell you to, then I tear the papers up and the deal is off. If you follow though, then at the end I give you the papers and you walk away, your house sold. What do you say? Yes or no?" Jim abruptly stood up in front me, his belt and zipper in front of my face. "Take out my cock and suck it!" I was on auto pilot as I followed his simple instruction. I undid the belt on his gray slacks and, releasing the button on the waist band the pants fell to his ankles. His boxer shorts were tented by his erection and stained through with spots of his pre-cum that had oozed from his penis. I pulled the elastic band down and his healthy-looking, circumcised 7" cock flopped out, hitting me in the cheek. I quickly slid him into my mouth, taking almost all of his length in the first pass. Holding for a moment as the helmet-like head rested against the back of my throat, I realized how much I had missed sucking Tom's cock since he had been gone. I pursed my lips around his girth and began moving my mouth up and down the length of his sex in rhythmic movements. I could taste the pre-cum fluid leaking steadily from the tip of his cock onto my tongue and I knew he wouldn't last long. He was living out his fantasy of being in control of a woman. Suddenly, I felt his body begin to tense and his balls flexed up, touching my chin. With a guttural groan, his penis began to pulse and he starting to spray his cum into my mouth, shooting four hot spurts of seed onto the top of my tongue and directly down my throat. He pulled my hair back and as I opened my eyes he looked down at me while I still had his cock in my mouth. As we held the gaze, I swallowed several time in succession, after lustily enjoying the salty taste of him cum. I let his meat slide slowly out of my mouth. "I'm ready to sign. What do you say, Mary. You will have a great time, I promise." "I'm just not sure about the 'anybody' part of this deal of yours," I replied. "What if I can't do what you want?" "That is the deal: Anything and anybody I want. You will fuck me, fuck them. What do you say? Yes or no." God, Jim, you are something ---" Our discussion was interrupted by the sound of a door opening somewhere upstairs and my daughter, Mindy, yelling, "Mom, are you still downstairs?" I stood up and Jim got himself back together as we heard her footsteps coming down the stairs. "Yes, honey, Mr. Davis and I are about done and I think we have our house sold." My daughter laughed and said, "I knew it. I knew you could do it, Mom." "So," Jim said, looking at me, "do we have a deal?" "Yes, sign the papers," I replied. We said our goodbyes and agreed to meet in the morning in the parking lot of the local mall. He told me to wear a dress and to keep it simple – bra and panties underneath. House For Sale Ch. 03 Later that night I called Tom and we talked about the potential sale. I realized that I was leaving out the important information about the sale, namely, that I was going to be fucking the buyer and probably more men to close the deal. I also didn't mention that I had already sucked off the buyer and that he had shot his cum down my throat. Another thing I didn't mention was that I had masturbated, cumming three times since Jim left and was planning on cumming several more times that evening thinking about what Jim was going to do to me the next day. As we talked I found myself wondering why I was being deceptive to Tom; after all, this would have fit neatly into his fantasy and his desire for me to act out again. Tom just wanted the sale to be over and for me to join him. As we talked he jacked off and came while on the phone. He commented that I sounded tired. I hardly slept that night, wondering what the next day would bring. Finally the alarm went off and I rolled slowly out of bed. I made arrangements for my kids, Mindy and Michael, to go on an overnight trip with family friends to a cabin on a nearby lake. That would get them out of the way for one of my two nights of slavery to Jim. That's how I was thinking of it: slavery. Sexual slavery I had been without sex for a couple of months since Tom left I found myself rationalizing that I had no choice but to do this thing with Jim. As a nurse I started thinking about the potential health risks involved with the behavior I imagined Jim was going to have me engage in. I daydreamed as I got the kids packed up their trip, thinking about sucking cocks of men I didn't know, letting them stick their cocks into me, some wearing condoms and – shiver – some not! At least I couldn't get pregnant with my tubes tied. The thought of some unknown man fucking me without a condom and shooting his semen into my body was frightening from my perspective as a nurse. It was also, I realized, a tremendous turn on for some strange reason. As soon as the kids left I threw myself on my bed, spread my legs and used my vibrator to reach two quick orgasms in succession. After showering I put on a dress and a simple panty and bra as Jim had instructed and drove to meet him at the mall. It was a beautiful sunny day. 'A great day to act like a slut to get your house sold,' I thought. I was shaking with anticipation as I drove. I could feel my moisture already flowing from my pussy. I located him at the rendezvous point in the parking lot and as I pulled up to his car, a large older model Cadillac that appeared to be in excellent condition. He motioned for me to park my car and to get in his. After I shut the door and settled into the front seat he looked me over for a minute. "Mary, you look beautiful. I love that dress! We are going to have fun with this. Are you ready?" Jim asked. "Yes . . . I think so. Jim, you really got me last night. I must confess that I masturbated and came several times. That was a pretty dirty trick, you getting me all worked up like that and then leaving!" I kidded. "Don't worry, Mary, I'll make up for it today! In fact, what are you wearing under that dress?" he asked. "Panties . . .and a bra. That's all. Just like you instructed, Jim." "Good. Good. Take them off. Take off your panties and then your bra and hand them to me," Jim instructed in a slow voice. Here's the first test, I thought to myself. I slightly hiked my dress up, reached for the waistband of my panties and tugged them down over my hips. I put the panties into his outstretched hand and then twisted around to take off my bra. After I slipped it over my shoulders, I passed it to him. I felt lascivious, being nearly naked in a car out in public with a man I didn't know. He started his car, put it in gear and began to drive out of the parking lot. "Mary, I want you to lie on your back with your head in my lap and your feet toward the door. That's right," he said as I moved into position. As I fit my head in his lap between his stomach and the steering wheel, I would feel his erection on the back of my head. "Now, hike your dress up and spread your legs." "What!! Everyone we drive by will see!" I exclaimed. "Uh, Mary, that's kind of the point. Now, please . . . do it," Jim said with a subtle threatening tone in his voice. I took a deep breath, closed my eyes and slowly pulled up my dress to my waist. "Pull it all the way up to your neck, Mary. Expose those beautiful breasts of yours." I had to undo two buttons on each side of the dress and then pulled it up over my breasts. "Nice. Very nice. See, that was easy, wasn't' it?" Jim asked. "Now, spread your legs. Anyone that pulls up along side of us will have a perfect view of your pussy, Mary. Makes you appreciate SUVs, doesn't' it?" he said with a chuckle. I found myself thinking that it was a good thing that I had taken the time earlier in the week to have a bikini wax. As I pulled my knees up and spread my legs I still hadn't opened my eyes to look toward the window. "Perfect. Now, Mary, I want you to masturbate. Work your clit and get your fingers going in and out of your pussy. Excellent!" Jim said as I moved my hands between my spread legs to masturbate as he had instructed. I was soaking. The lubrication from my pussy was flowing, slickly matting my sparse pubic hair. I dipped my finger inside my lips and coated it, then moved it up to begin working my clit, slowly at first and then I began to pick up the rhythm. I knew I would be cumming in minutes. I still hadn't opened my eyes to check out the view through the window that passersby had of me. "Mary, you need to open your eyes and take a look," Jim said, nudging my head with his stomach. I opened my eyes and saw a large passenger van with markings from a local assisted living home on the side. Looking up into the window I saw the faces of a half-dozen older men and a couple of women looking directly into the window of the car in into my pussy. "Let's give them a better view," said Jim and he rolled down his window. "Keep masturbating for your people, Mary." The men were wide-eyed as they look at me working my pussy. For some reason I felt like getting into it, and with the wind from the open window whipping my hair around, I inserted two fingers deeply into my cunt as they watched. Jim laughed, sped up to pass the van and rolled up the window. "Boy, that gave them a charge, huh, Mary?" "They're not the only ones, uh, uh, oooohhhhhhh," I cried as my orgasm ripped through my body. I had three strong convulsions that lifted my ass off the seat of the Cadillac, and I had one last gasp as the spasm subsided. "Ahhhhh, god, that was strong." I kept my eyes open toward the window from that point on. I also kept my fingers busy on my clit and running in and out of my vagina. We pulled up along side a delivery truck and Jim slowed to match its speed. The truck window was too high up so I couldn't see the driver. I figured that he could see me from the waist down. I scooted down toward the door and spread my legs even farther. It must have worked – we heard an appreciative series of horn honking from the truck. "You're getting into this, Mary. That's good. It will be so much more fun!" Jim said. "I just . . . need to cum again. I also need to fuck." I couldn't believe I was saying the words! Just then I felt Jim's car slow and come to a stop. "Hey, stoplight. And look, here are our first customers. Take a look, Mary. There are two guys in a pickup truck looking right at your pussy and watching you. Look!" I looked up and right into the faces of two men in a Toyota truck that appeared to be in their twenties who were probably students at the university. I felt a shudder go through my body as I began to approach my second orgasm. Jim hit the control on his door console and rolled the electric window down on the passenger side. "Hi, guys, what do you think?" He asked. "Man, what is the fucking deal with her? She looks like she is going to cum right now! She is fucking hot," the driver yelled over. "Mary, keep masturbating while they're looking at you. Tell them your just a slut looking for some cock," Jim whispered to me. "What?!" I asked. I had heard him clearly, but I was trying to bide my time. "Do it, Mary. Tell them you're a slut looking for some cock. You'll get that house sold yet!" Jim said, firmly. "Uh, ok, ok," I said. This was it. Taking a breath, I yelled over, "I'm a slut. I'm looking for some cock!" "Well, shit, honey, you found some. Follow us to our place!" the passenger in the truck yelled over. "Ok," Jim yelled back. "You lead the way!" He fell in behind the truck in traffic and followed them a short distance and turned off the main road into a neighborhood. I kept my fingers working and brought myself off to a second orgasm. As I was cumming I saw a man checking his mailbox look in the car window. I don't know if he had a chance to process what he had had a glimpse of, but he almost snapped his head off doing a double take. I realized from the look of the houses we were passing by that we were in the university district. "You should probably sit up and get yourself together, Mary. We'll be getting out soon," Jim said. "Are you going to have me fuck these guys, Jim?" I asked, looking in the mirror at my hair. "Do you . . . do you have any condoms?" "Mary, I think we'll just play that by ear. You may be going bareback," he said, patting my arm sending a shudder through me. "They looked like nice clean young men." We pulled up in front of house right off of the university campus. The two men got out of the truck and motioned us to follow them into the house. "I'll be there the whole time to make sure you're safe, Mary." Taking my hand he led me into the house. It was a place obviously share by a number of young men. It wasn't too messy, but the day to day cleaning was obviously not first and foremost on their minds. One of the young men, the driver of the truck, stepped forward to extend his hand to Jim. "We're here. My name is--"he began. "We don't want to know your names," Jim said, cutting him off. "We just want you to fuck her. Or whatever you want her to do." "Oh, ok," said the first man, pulling his hand back. I looked them over more closely. They were both slim and appeared to be in good shape. One, who was taller, had dirty blonde hair. The other guy appeared to be more muscular and had reddish brown hair. "Let's go into the other room," he said. The other young man looked a little freaked out by the chain of events and hadn't said anything yet. As we were leaving the living room, the front door opened and two more men walked in, one with dark hair, the other a black man with close-cropped hair. "What's happenin'?" the black man asked, eyeing the two of us. "We ran into these two folks who let us know that the lady was looking to get laid. How did you put it?" the driver asked, turning to me. "I said that I . . . was looking for some cock," I said haltingly. "Well, shiiit, you in the right place, sugar," said the black man. He immediately unzipped his pants, pulled down his briefs and exposed a limp cock that was black as coal and about six-inches in length, soft. "Wait, Jerome, let's get her back in a bedroom," said the driver, taking me by the arm. We walked back to one of the bedrooms at the rear of the house. As we entered, I saw a dirty bare mattress on the floor. This was where I was going to fuck, I thought to myself. The driver took me in his arms and kissed me. His mouth covered mine and he forced his tongue into my mouth, darting it, touching mine. It was a sloppy, inexperienced kiss. I was beyond lust at this point and didn't care. I was a slut, here to service these men so that I would be able to sell my house. The sale was becoming less important in my mind than just getting fucked. He quickly pulled the dress over my shoulders and dropped it to the floor. I was naked in a house with five strange men and I knew that I was going to have sex with all of them. He laid me on the bed on my back and I looked up at the group and then turned my attention to Jim. He gave me a nod and I obediently spread my legs to give them a look at my dripping pussy. Jim pulled a digital camera out of a pocket somewhere and took a picture. FLASH! "Hey! No pictures!" I cried, closing my legs and covering my breasts. The second shot he took didn't get much. "Mary, open your legs and let me take pictures. I have to capture the moment," he said with a quiet sternness in his voice. He was reminding me of the house deal and that I had agreed to do anything. I repositioned myself, spread my legs again and let him fire off a few more pictures. "You guys don't mind if I take photos while you fuck her, do you? I won't get your faces in any of the pictures, just hers," Jim said. Great, I'm thinking to myself. This just gets better and better. "I don't give a shit. Fire away, my man," said Jerome, the only man whose name I knew. He had his pants off and immediately got between my legs. His black cock was now solidly hard and looked like about 8-inches long and angry. It was fat with a full circumcised head. I could see some pre-cum dripping from the hole at the tip. He rubbed the head up and down the length of my slick vaginal lips, causing me to moan. I had already cum twice in the car. I needed a cock in me. "Do you have a condom?" I asked, meekly. "Ah, no I don't. Hey!" said Jerome, looking over his shoulder at the other four young men who were busy stripping their clothes off, "you guys got any condoms?" They all uttered non-committal grunts and made negative sounds indicating they didn't. I felt a rush go through me and my pussy flood with even more moisture as I was strangely turned on. Rather than being afraid of getting a sexually transmitted disease, I was turned on by the risk. Maybe it was just animal lust and the need to mate; I didn't know what to make of the thoughts running through my mind. "It doesn't matter," I heard Jim saying. "She'll fuck you bareback." "What is the deal here?" asked Jerome, looking at Jim and then down at me. "It's ok, Jerome," I told him, looking up into his dark eyes. "You can ride me bareback. You can cum in me. I don't care. Just slide your cock in me, Jerome! You're the first black man I've ever had," I said with a moan, pulling him toward me. He didn't waste any more time and started working his length into my cunt. "This nigger is happy to be your first, bitch. This black mambo likes white meat!" he said with a laugh. I hadn't actually had a dick in me since Tom left over two months before. I was tight. My slim vibrator at home wasn't the same diameter as the girth of an average cock. I was enjoying the sensation of Jerome's black shaft stretching me open as he worked it deeper into my body. Lubrication wasn't a problem and I starting fucking my hips toward him to help him along. "Man, this bitch is tight, my brothers! She wanna fuck. Look at her go! You gonna enjoy this ride when I'm done with her." He finally hit bottom. He stopped his movement for a second to allow me to adjust to his size and then he began moving in and out with gradually increasing speed. FLASH! Jim took another photo. "Oh, god, I'm getting fucked! Fuck me!" I cried out. One of the other men, the driver I think, knelt down by my head and flopped his cock in my face. I opened my mouth and took him in greedily, tonguing his pee hole for any of the sweet fluid that might be dripping. FLASH! Jim's camera captured the moment. I felt like a cock was extending through my entire body as I enjoyed the sensation of the two men in me. Jerome was steadily pistoning in and out of my cunt. I would have thought that he would have had more stamina, but suddenly I felt him stiffen and begin the release of his semen into me. "Oh fuck! I'm cumming in you, bitch. Take it, you slut! Take my nigger cum!" I released the cock I was sucking and felt myself have a semi-orgasm with him. He leaned down and kissed me on the lips, sticking his tongue deeping into my mouth. The fact I had just been sucking his roommates cock didn't slow him down at all. My pussy was flooded with his cum and I felt his cock soften and begin to slide out of me. He buddy with the cock I had been sucking sped up his exit. "Pull out, Jerome, I need to cum in her." Jerome was out and the second guy, who I focused on and confirmed as the driver of the truck, slid quickly into me. He was much smaller than his black friend, but I responded to him regardless, thrusting my hips at him to meet his jabs. Jerome crawled up to my face and offered his cock to my mouth. While his friend fucked me, I sucked his black meat and cleaned off our mutual juices. FLASH! Jim captured the slimy black cock in my mouth. The driver came in me after about fifteen hard strokes into my sloppy pussy. I was thinking as he fucked me that, after Jerome's width and all of his cum loosened me up, the driver must not have had much friction in the walls of my vagina to stimulate him. He didn't seem to have much trouble as his stiffened and shot four hard spurts of his cum to mix in my pussy with his friends. I groaned as he pulled his cock out of me. I gave Jerome's cock one last lick and kissed the head and he moved off of the mattress. "Bill," said one of the two remaining men who hadn't used me yet, "get some lube. I want to double her with you." "What," I asked in a shaky voice, "do you mean, 'double her?'" "I am going to lube you up and fuck you in the ass while Bill hits you in the pussy at the same time. 'Double your pleasure,'" he said with a laugh. "I . . . I don't do anal sex. I've never done it, not even with my husband." I looked over at Jim, silently pleading him not to make this part of the deal. He was focused on getting a picture of the cum oozing out my pussy. FLASH! "Mary, you know what you have to do. They'll be gentle with you," Jim replied absently. "So, what's the deal with you two," asked Jerome. He had recovered from his lust and was now trying to figure out why we were in his house, I guess. "Well," Jim said, pausing. "Mary owes me money. She agreed to work it off by doing anything I ask with anyone I ask. She actually enjoys it, so it's OK. Does that about sum it up, Mary?" "Yeah, look," I said quickly, "I am not into something going up my ass." The guy named 'Bill' returned to the room with a tube of KY jelly and tossed it to the guy who was already on the stained mattress. Ignoring my protest, the guy opened the tube and squirted a huge gob onto his finger. "Turn over," he said, simply. I eyed his cock before I did so. It was about the same size as the driver's; thank goodness it wasn't as large as Jerome's! He smeared the cool gel around my anal opening and then I would feel him insert the tip of the KY tube into my ass. The sensation was strange as he filled my rectum with the cool lubricant. He leaned into me and whispered in my ear, "I just love ass fucking. I'm very good and I'm very gentle. And I just absolutely love fucking an anal virgin. I will consider it my mission to make this enjoyable for you. Kiss me for a minute before we begin." I turned and he began kissing me gently around the mouth. As our kiss progressed he gently probed and played with my tongue. I felt myself really responding to him. He kept me turned partially away from him and I felt one of his fingers on my anus flit around the outside and this slide easily in me. He slid the finger in past the second joint and let me adjust to the size. It wasn't unpleasant, just full. He removed the first finger and then, immediately began working two fingers up my ass. I moaned with pleasure, surprisingly, and forced myself to relax. Jim caught the moment on camera with a picture. FLASH! House For Sale Ch. 03 "There, there, that isn't so bad is it?" he asked. "One more and you'll be ready for me." He repeatedly the process, added more lube to the mix and soon had three of his finger imbedded in my asshole. I found myself liking it and felt my pussy flood in anticipation of his cock going in there. I didn't have to wait long. He removed his three fingers and my asshole was gaping open and cold. I felt him squirt more lube in my ass and then his cock made contact with my. I instinctively bent forward to present my ass to him and make his penetration easier. He easily slid in. "I can't believe you're an anal virgin," my newest lover said. He let me adjust to his size and then began to slowly work his cock in and out of my ass. "Oh, my god, fuck! Fuck my ass, you fucker! Harder!" I couldn't believe what was coming out of my mouth. He honored my request and began sawing in and out of my body at a faster pace. My mouth was open in ecstasy and the last man, the nervous one, took the opportunity to bring his cock to my lips. He may have been shy, but he had a beautiful cock, long and slim and uncircumcised, a first for me. He tasted salty, probably a sign that his hygiene wasn't the greatest. I didn't care as I cleaned his cock, running my tongue into the flap of loose foreskin covering the spongy head. His cock got harder in my mouth and popped free of the foreskin. I sucked him hungrily as his friend fucked my ass. "Dude," the ass man said," pull out of her mouth and fuck her pussy. We'll drive her crazy with two cocks at once!" The man in my mouth complied and slid down, grinding his waist into mine. Laying on my side, I raised my leg to accommodate his entry. I couldn't imagine what this was going to feel like. He slid in quickly, thanks to the seed left by his friends that was dripping from me. The feeling was unbelievable. I cried out in pain at first when both men entered me at the same time, stretching my openings to much at the same time. With some quiet grunts and instructions, we worked out the right movements, with one man sliding into me as the other was sliding out. Jim was at the foot of the mattress with his camera taking picture after picture of the two cocks being forced in an out of my openings. I spread my legs even wider for Jim and the two men. The man in my pussy kissed me fully on the mouth and attacked my tongue with his. I reveled in the sensation of the two cocks moving in me, separating by a thin membrane. Their balls, heavy with cum, slapped onto my perineum, alternating with each stroke. The two men were just using me like a fuck bag, a piece of meat. I wasn't even a human, just something for them to penetrate. The thought of being this object for the two men in my body, of being coerced into this by Jim, sent me over the edge into a full-body orgasm. They were able to maintain that discipline of coordinating their movements for long. As they both approached their orgasms they forgot the arrangement and began to pound into my holes at the same time. "You're killing me! You're splitting me in half!" I yelled. They ignored me and continued slamming into me. Both the men began their orgasms at the same time and imbedded themselves deep in me one last time. I could feel their balls mingling and twitching together as their cock roots were buried in me. I felt myself swoon with the feeling of both cocks pulsing their seed into me. I turned and we shared a three-way kiss as they pulled out of my body. The room was quiet as we all remained in our positions for a moment. "Mary, I need a shot of the cum dripping out of both ends," Jim said. Without even thinking about it I shift my position and opened myself for him. Realizing I could give him an even better shot of my dripping holes, I reached back and spread my butt cheeks open. He took several photos and I relaxed. "Come on, Mary. No rest for the wicked. We have to get going to lunch," Jim said, hand me my dress. I slid it on as we walked through though house. We left without saying a word to the men and walked into the sunshine.