“I’m so fucking into this city,” I sighed happily, handing Kristen a cocktail and falling into the empty space next to her on the couch.
“Told you so,” she chided playfully, taking a long sip from her drink. “Oh that’s good.”
“I know right?” I tipped my glass to cheers her before sipping on my own.
“So, let me get this straight. This couple asked you to house sit and gave you free use of their fridge and bar?”
“Clearly, I come highly recommended,” I said motioning down my body and raising my eyebrow at my friend. Kristen giggled and hit me with a throw pillow that was equal parts frivolous and expensive. She had been trying to drag me to the city for years but it wasn’t until I found out about house sitting that I realized I’d financially be able to make this work…at least for now.
“I was going to beg you to move in with me again, but I’d say you’re living better than me at this point.”
I rolled my eyes.
“This is obviously incredibly temporary. The couple I’m house sitting for said their son would be coming home in a few weeks. That gives me some time to enjoy myself and look for my next stay.”
“At some point are you going to give in and come stay with me?” she pleaded.
“You know I’ll eventually cave,” I admitted. “But for now, can we just enjoy what I’ve pulled off here?”
“No, you’re absolutely right. And as much as I’d love to sit here and covet this view, it’s time to get moving. I want to show you off to this city.” She gave me a wink as we grabbed our phones and headed out.
Sometime later, as the sun was rising, I made it back to the penthouse. I’d barely gotten through the door before I was pulling off my shirt and unzipping my skirt. I let the fabric fall around my ankles, stepping out and padding over to the kitchen. I was in the midst of pouring myself water when I heard someone clear their throat.
“Well, hello.” I spun around, my heart pounding as my eyes searched for the source of the voice. A beautiful man, with dark hair and beard stood in the living room swirling a glass of brown liquor. “You must be the housesitter?”
“Um, yes. I – um, who are you?” I stammered, moving behind the island to cover myself as best I could.
“That’s my good friend, Ryan,” a voice behind me said. I whirled around. Another man, as devastatingly handsome as the first, stood before me. His sandy brown hair tousled, a smirk playing on his lips.
“I’m Jon. And this happens to be my parents’ home,” he said, trailing his eyes down my nearly naked body. “I’m back in town a little earlier than expected so your services won’t be needed anymore.” A wave of panic flooded my system.
“You can’t! Fuck – I mean – please. I get that your plans changed but I don’t have anywhere else to go right now.”
He cocked an eyebrow at me, the expression somehow making him even hotter. He’d rolled up the sleeves of his dress shirt and I couldn’t help but stare at the corded muscle of his forearms. And the way the fabric seemed to be straining against his broad shoulders and —
“You’re homeless?” he asked, bemused. I scowled at him, bringing my hands to my hips.
“No. I’m not fucking homeless.”
“It very much sounds like you’re telling us you’re homeless,” Ryan chimed in. I whirled around again.
“And you very much sound like an asshole.” Jon chuckled and tsked at me as he walked past me.
“That’s quite an attitude for someone who seems to need a favor.” The faint scent of his cologne stirred the neediest parts of me. He settled into the worn leather chair next to where his friend stood. My cheeks heated under his gaze. “I’m not an unreasonable man. In fact, I quite enjoy negotiating.”
“What do you mean?“ I crossed my arms, painfully aware of how ridiculous I looked arguing half-naked with this man.
“What other services can you provide?” he asked playfully.
“I can cook.”
“I am completely capable of feeding myself.”
“I can water the plants.”
“Are you aware of live vegetation in this home that I am not?”
I rolled my eyes and took a deep breath, tamping down my indignation and reminding myself I needed something from these men.
“What do you want from me? Just name it.”
“That’s quite bold,” Jon teased, a dark smile playing on his lips. “I have no use for a housekeeper or chef, but my friend and I will be staying here for the next few weeks and we do have…other needs.”
I bit my lip, processing his words. They were both painfully attractive. Pleasuring them, being at their beck and call…it might not be so bad. I mean, it’s a new city. A new experience wouldn’t hurt, right?
“I might be capable of attending to more personal needs.”
“That sounds promising,” Ryan said, smirking at his friend.
“Mhmm, it does,” Jon smiled broadly. “Consider this your interview. Now be a good pet and come here.”
My heart pounded in my chest as I made my way towards them. I expected to feel shame, at least initially, but all I felt was intense need. Ryan moved behind me as I stood facing Jon. He ran his hands down my arms and pulled me to his chest, his already hard cock pressing into my low back. I heard the faint rustle of fabric and started to panic as he began to pull my arms behind my back.
“What are you —“ I tried to turn but Ryan held me firmly in place.
“Don’t mind him,” Jon assured me. “He requires a certain level of…control in situations such as these.”
Ryan deftly wrapped his tie around my wrists and elbows, causing my back to arch. Jon leaned forward, pulling down the sheer lace of my bra to expose my breasts.
“That’s better,” he murmured as he rolled my nipples between his fingers, pulling and playing until they were painfully hard. Once satisfied, he shifted his attention, reaching between my legs and slipping two fingers past the black fabric there. I moaned happily as his fingers sank into me. “You’re soaked for us. What a good little pet. Do you like the idea of being at our disposal?”
“Yes,” I managed, my head falling back. Ryan trailed kisses down my neck as Jon pushed a third finger in, working me faster. I moaned again. “I – fuck. Yes. I want you to use me. However you want.”
“What a shift in attitude,” Jon said, curling his fingers inside me, eliciting a tiny gasp. “You might just earn a place to stay after all.” Jon withdrew his fingers and held them to my lips. “Taste yourself.”
I opened my mouth and sucked dutifully, cleaning my arousal from his fingers. When satisfied, he withdrew them, moving to unzip his pants. His cock was thick and heavy and my pussy clenched as I imagined what it would feel like to have him stretch me. He stroked himself slowly.
“Get on your knees.”
I obeyed. With one hand he gripped my long, brown hair and with the other, he slowly pushed himself into my mouth. I wrapped my lips around him, running my tongue around his head. He murmured his approval as I made my way down his shaft, sucking and licking. I took him as deep as I could, bobbing my head but without the use of my hands, my autonomy was short lived. He began to fuck my throat. Wet, choking sounds came from me as I did my best to take him. He seated himself to the hilt, holding me on him as drool pooled at the base of his thick cock. When I’d begin to choke, he would release me, long enough for me to catch my breath, only to immediately choke me again.
Over and over he repeated this process until tears were streaming down my face. I took everything he had to give me and when he pulled out, drool dripping down his hard length, he looked nothing but pleased.
“Does that get you wet? Taking me? Being used by me?” I nodded as I fought to catch my breath. Ryan pulled me up by my hips. He pushed the soaked fabric of my panties to the side and ran the head of his cock through my folds.
“She’s fucking dripping,” he said, laughing.
“Good girl. Are you ready to take us?” Jon asked, caressing my face and looking down at me, almost tenderly.
“Yes. Please,” I begged.
“I think she’s going to like being our little whore,” Ryan whispered as he circled my clit with his cock and then pushed the head past my pussy lips. I moaned and Jon used the opening to take my mouth once more. He wrapped his hands tighter in my hair as Ryan pulsed his cock in and out of my needy pussy. It was torture: he’d go in far enough to stretch me and then pull out before I’d had enough. Each time he pulled out I’d whine around Jon’s cock, desperate to be filled.
“You need to be a good girl and relax your throat, do you understand? Ryan’s going to fuck your needy little pussy as I take your mouth and your job is to be an obedient little pet and take us both.” I smiled up at Jon signaling my willingness.
There was no warm up after that, no easing in. With my hands behind my back I was at their mercy. Ryan stopped any form of playfullness and fucked me roughly. He was somehow bigger than Jon and the way he stretched and filled me had my body on fire. A tight, delicious feeling coiled deep in my belly. It felt like nothing I’d ever experienced and I just wanted more.
Each of Ryan’s thrusts pushed Jon’s cock deeper down my throat. I’d never been used in this way: unable to fully participate, I’d been reduced to needy holes to be fucked and filled. My body happily took them as I felt my orgasm building. As if he could sense it, Ryan reached between us and began to rub slow, firm circles on my clit.
“That’s it, let yourself go. I want to feel your orgasm all over my cock and when you’re done, I’m going to fill your tight little pussy with my cum.”
The mix of sensations and his filthy words sent me over the edge. I came, my body rocking against him and my pussy clenching around Ryan’s cock. Jon eased out of my mouth, drool dripping down my chin as I cried out. He gripped my chin, tremors still shaking my body.
“Eyes on me,” Jon commanded. “I want to see what you look like when your pussy’s being filled by my friend.”
Ryan came with a guttural groan, burying himself as deep as he could manage, spilling his seed inside me. Jon licked his lips as he watched me take his friend. When Ryan was finished, he eased himself out, still gripping the makeshift restraints. Hot cum dripped down my thighs. Jon reached over me and dipped two fingers into the sticky mess, scooping up the cum and bringing it to my mouth.
“Open up.” I obeyed and he pushed his fingers into my mouth. “Lick them clean.” I did as I was told, tasting the tangy mixture of cum and arousal. Jon made a noise that was a combination of hungry and pleased.
“Mmm. That’s it. Now, I’m going to cum down your throat and your job is to take every bit of it. Do you hear me? Choke me down like a good girl and then lick me clean. Afterall, this may be your duty for the next few weeks.” He smiled darkly, waiting for my response.
“Yes,” I answered breathlessly. Ryan pulled me back against him, holding me up with one hand and lazily pumping his fingers in and out of me with the other. I whimpered as Jon used his thumb to open my mouth. He ran the head of his cock over my lips, coating them in precum and then fed himself into my mouth. Any semblance of restraint he’d had was gone. I gagged around him as he fucked my throat in hard, even strokes. Tears were forming in my eyes again and I knew that my mascara had to be running down my cheeks. The sight of me, disheveled but willing, elicited another smile from him.
His thrusts became uneven and I knew he was close. Without warning, he landed a quick, firm slap on my cheek and I choked as he spilled his cum down my throat. I did my best to take him, but he was too much. Cum and spit slid down my chin. He pulled out enough for me to catch my breath and lick him clean.
“That’s a good start, pet,” Jon murmured, stroking my cheek. “Ry?”
“Yup. Got it.” Ryan withdrew his fingers from me and threw me over his shoulder.
“What – where are we going?”
“This is an interview, silly. You didn’t think there’d only be one part to this, did you?” Ryan laughed as he landed a sharp slap on my ass. I let out a tiny yelp as anticipation and need flooded me once more. “And besides, this is a lot more fun with ropes.”
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Be easy on me, it’s been a while. 🫣☺️
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