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“Horny Housecalls Unlimited, how can I help you?”
“Hi, I, um, I’m calling about, well, the service you offer…”
I physically cringe as I trail off, unable to make myself say the words.
“Of course!” The receptionist must be used to this; she doesn’t miss a beat. “And when were you hoping to have someone come out?”
God she’s perky. Then again, working a job like hers, why wouldn’t she be? I imagine there’s a lot of perks to that job…
“I-is today ok? I know it’s last-minute…”
“You’re in luck actually! We had a cancellation just a little bit ago. I can schedule you with one or two; do you have a preference?”
My mind goes blank for a second; I hadn’t considered that.
Fuck it. The breakup is still raw even all these months later. The ache between my legs runs deep.
“Two,” I say, trying to sound more confident than I feel.
“You’re going to love it,” the secretary gushes confidingly into the phone. “Now, your safe word is ‘raspberry’, will you repeat that for me so I know you have it?”
“Raspberry,” I say dutifully.
“Perfect,” she enthuses. “And if for some reason you can’t speak, three quick taps with hands or feet will also do the trick.”
“Three taps, got it.”
“You’re going to have such a good time. I’ll let the boys know and they’ll be there sometime between noon and four this afternoon.”
I glance at the clock: 10:53.
“You don’t have a… a more concrete estimate?”
I can practically her grin. “Sorry, it’s company policy not to get too specific. I’m sure you understand.”
“Right.” I’m a little surprised by the strength of the thrill that runs through me. I deserve this. We finalize the details and I hang up, taking a deep breath. My hands shake as I set my phone down on the nightstand, forcing myself to get up and get in the shower.
An hour later I have showered, dressed, undressed, dressed again in a different outfit, put on some makeup, done my hair, and now I’m waiting with bated breath for… something. The door is unlocked, the lights are on– but as noon comes and goes, no one appears. I’m tense, and my hands keep drifting between my legs, already anticipating what’s about to happen to me.
I try to read, but the words swim in front of my eyes and after a while I realize I’m just reading the same sentence over and over. I try to watch TV, but I can’t focus on even the shitty reality shows that play at this time of day.
Eventually I wander into my bedroom, searching for my earbuds. I pop them in, turning up my playlist as loud as I can handle. Something about it takes the edge of my nerves. I can’t be straining to listen for them arriving with music filling my ears.
They’ll get here when they get here, I tell myself, forcing my eyes closed, forcing myself to take a deep breath.
I don’t know how much time passes, but it feels like a lifetime. With the music playing, I don’t hear the crunch of gravel outside as the van pulls into my driveway. I don’t hear the creak of the front door as it opens. I don’t hear the hushed voices, murmuring to each other as they explore my house, looking for the thing they’ve been called out to fix– or perhaps to ruin.
But I feel them though, when one of them startles me out of my reverie with a hand on my knee. My eyes snap open to see two handsome men, one fair-skinned and one dark, standing over me. Muscles bulge in tight work shirts that are already unbuttoned at the front, their abs flexing in the dim light of my bedroom. Something else bulges in their pants. Their names are embroidered across the right breast of their shirts: Dan and Xavier. Dan carries a workman’s bag with him that thumps onto the floor next to my bed. They brim with confidence as they look down at me— and suddenly I’m flushing with excitement.
They don’t waste any time. Dan leans down, lifting my arms above my head while Xavier follows behind him, pulling up the crop top I’d decided on, a tight black number with a pentagram emblazoned on the chest. I hadn’t worn a bra underneath, a fact that makes Xavier smirk as he bends to take my right nipple between his lips, tugging on it gently with his teeth as Dan runs two fingers up my neck before tugging out one of the earbuds.
“We’re going to make sure you’re satisfied,” he whispers, his voice low and gravelly. “All you need to do is turn that brain off for a while, ok?”
I swallow hard, partly because of what he’s saying and partly because Xavier has just switched to the other nipple, his fingers replacing his lips on the first. I tilt my eyes to look into Dan’s and nod once. He smiles, running his fingers through my hair as Xavier starts to work down my body, tugging down the black skirt I’d worn to match my top.
I hadn’t bothered to wear panties underneath it either.
“I can tell you needed this,” Xavier purrs, his breath hot on my mound.
“How long do you think it’s been for her?”
“Judging by how wet she is already…” Xavier runs his fingers across my slit and holds them up– they come away glistening with arousal. “At least six months.”
Both men look to me, expecting an answer.
“Seven,” I croak out, and Dan gives a sympathetic grunt and a shake of his head.
“Xavier’s still technically in training,” he confides, starting to remove his pants now as Xavier returns his attention to my pussy, fingers giving way to a tongue that dances over my slit with such fervor that I immediately start seeing stars. “But he’s got a bright future ahead of him.”
Click
Something in my brain snaps off as Xavier’s tongue finds my clit for the first time. My muscles relax all at once as he uses both fingers and tongue on me and for the first time since Rob left I feel my body remembering what it’s like to feel good.
“Good start. But now, let’s really make you mindless,” Dan purrs, seeing my head lolling and my mouth hanging open. His cock fills my mouth an instant later, thick and vital and all mine. I suck on it reflexively, tasting him and wanting more, wanting so much more.
“Just turn that brain off,” he encourages me again, his fingers moving to my nipples as his cock slips deeper into my mouth. He starts to twist them between his fingertips as he fucks my face and Xavier continues to eat my pussy.
Snap
The tension I’d been holding for the last seven months starts to disappear as they use me, and when Xavier’s talented tongue starts to really focus on my clit, his fingers curling upward to rub my spot at the same time, I moan out my first orgasm, the sound muffled by Dan’s cock between my lips.
“That’s it,” I hear him say, caressing my cheek. “That’s a good girl.”
I feel myself blushing, hardly knowing I’d been missing things like that until just now.
He pulls out of me so that the last of my moans fill the room as he looks across my prone body to Xavier.
“Let’s keep going…”
My thighs are shaking as Xavier flips me over, his strong arms making light work of me. On my hands and knees now, I hear the buzzing of a vibrator that Dan has pulled out of the bag, one of those magic wand style ones. Behind me, Xavier has shed his pants now too and I feel his cock slap against my bare ass. I can’t see it, but I can already tell it’s a monster. I bite my lip as my pussy clenches in anticipation.
Dan passes him the vibrator as Xavier lines his cock up with my entrance. As he sinks himself into my need one glorious inch at a time, he also brings the head of the vibrator back to my mound, moving it in circles around the upper part of my slit. An involuntary gasp on my part has him stopping in one place in particular.
“She likes it right there,” he notes with satisfaction as the toy buzzes a half-inch from my clit– close enough that the vibrations stimulate it but not so close as to be overwhelming.
“Good work,” Dan says approvingly, kneeling on the bed and taking my chin in his hand, forcing me to look him in the eyes.
“You like that vibe on your pussy?”
I nod desperately.
“You like Xavier’s cock too, don’t you?”
I close my eyes and bite my lip once more, nodding for a second time.
“Say it.”
“I like it. I like his cock. The toy…”
“Good girl.”
Whoosh
My pussy floods with arousal at his words, or maybe it’s Xavier’s cock finally sinking all the way into me, every inch buried deep inside me now, stretching me out in a way that I haven’t felt in way too long.
I open my eyes again to see him nod to Xavier. That seems to be a sign for the man to really start fucking me now, his hips slamming into my ass with each thrust. With one arm already wrapped around my thigh to hold the vibrator in place, he uses the other to take a fistful of my hair.
“Arch your back for me,” he grunts. “Mmmm, just like that…”
“You feel that?” Dan asks, taking my hand and guiding it to his cock. I sway with every motion Xavier makes now; my body is complete putty in his hands.
“You feel him hitting that spot? Rubbing the head of his cock across it with every thrust?”
Somewhere dimly in my brain I realize that these two are professionals. They know exactly what they’re doing to me.
“Uhh-huhhh…” I groan. My hand is moving jerkily up and down his cock, but Dan doesn’t seem to mind. His eyes remain fixed on my face.
“Every stroke is making you just a little more of a mindless slut, and that’s just what you need to be right now, isn’t it?”
“Yessss… God, oh fuuuuck yessss…”
“No thoughts. No worries. No pressures. Nothing but cumming, over and over and over…”
And I am. This time my pussy clenches hard around Xavier’s cock as the orgasm tears through me with the force of a freight train. I hear him grunt in surprise at the sudden change, the hand in my hair wrapping around my throat now, his muscular forearm against my neck.
“Cum for me,” he breathes in my ear. “Let me hear it.”
I don’t hold back. I can’t hold back. The bedroom rings with the sound of my orgasm, an orgasm that’s been building for so long I don’t even know when it started anymore.
My brain melts as Xavier keeps fucking me, his divine cock rubbing just the right places inside me to keep the orgasm rolling, especially as Dan starts to tease my nipples again while pulling my face to his, kissing down my neck.
My body is a live wire and the two of them play at either ends of it, sending sparks through me that meet somewhere deep in my core and expand in a thousand tendrils of electricity.
“That’s it,” Dan murmurs in my ear. “Let it all out. This is your time to be a complete whore. Show us what you’ve been holding in all this time…”
My scream goes up an octave as Xavier moves the vibrator ever-so-slightly closer to my clit, somehow knowing that in this state I needed that little extra to go from orgasm to orbit.
And then they’re moving me again, Xavier turning me around once more to face him and lifting me up onto his cock as Dan goes for the bag a second time, pulling out a tube of lube and slicking his cock with it. He joins Xavier in holding me aloft and his cock nudges my ass, which is already slick with my own arousal.
“Time for the grand finale,” he growls.
I feel my body stretching more than ever as he enters my ass. My eyes roll back into my skull as the two of them take me now, their cocks pistoning in and out of me in perfect harmony. They are rough, but it’s a good rough, the kind of rough that lets me just exist as a body for a while, the kind of rough that lets me sink into myself.
Until my last thoughts are driven away by the pounding between my legs.
Until my entire existence is the collection of sensations running through me.
Until I’m nothing more than the feeling of where their bodies meet mine.
Their arms wrapped around me, bands of hot iron that encircle me, making me take everything they give.
Their chests pressed against my front and back, holding me in place, not letting me run away from my body like I have been these last seven months.
Their cocks inside me, forcing me to feel every inch, forcing me to remember what it’s like to be pleasured, to be used, to be free.
Crack
Something breaks inside me– a dam I’d built up without even realizing it, a wall I’d made out of fear and loneliness and doubt.
This time when I scream it’s something feral ripped from the depths of my soul as the two men’s cocks erupt inside me, flooding my pussy and ass both with their cum within seconds of each other. I explode with them, clawing at Xavier’s back, throwing my head to the sky to howl my release to the heavens. Even after they cum they fuck me until my throat is raw and my lungs ragged and my body shakes with every breath.
Only then do they tell me how well I’d done, running their fingers through my hair and down my bare skin as they slowly lower me to the ground, helping me stand on legs that have turned to jelly.
Only then do they help me lay on my bed, covering me with a blanket as I feel their cum leaking out of my stretched holes to run down my thighs.
Only then do they bend down to kiss my cheek. Dan whispers ‘good girl’ to me for the third time that afternoon as they get dressed again and let themselves out of the house, locking up after themselves while I’m still trying to remember what my name is.
Only later, after a nap and some food do I see the card they’d left on my nightstand, which lists the company’s hours of operation and notes that they make calls on nights and weekends for ‘emergencies’. One of them has scrawled a note on the back:
We hope you enjoyed our work– we certainly did! Call us anytime for another appointment!
I tuck the card in my wallet, wondering just what constitutes an ‘emergency’ and whether or not they’re available this weekend to fix the one I’m planning to have…
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