Edited by the 'Erotic Confectioners.' Many thanks to theMasterBaiter, Jasmine27, and Luxx.
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It was hopeless. I was never going to find someone to rent out my guest house. This was the ninth time I had shown the apartment. This time was much like the last; not very promising at all. I knew they wouldn't call back when I overheard the wife say, "It was cute but small."
That was fine by me. I couldn't picture being friends with the wife. The husband was kind of cute but she acted like a real stuck up bitch. Still, I really needed someone to rent to and soon. Not that I needed the money. To be honest, I just missed the company and having someone live in the back house. No, actually I just missed Matt. He was my old renter and best friend. Matt got married and his husband's job took him a few states away.
I wouldn't have been running late if that couple hadn't called and wasted so much of my time. James hates when I am late. To be honest a small part of me is ok with it. At least this time I would have a legitimate reason to be punished. And my punishment would not have to be justified by my brattiness. James is my protector and dominant. Well, it's complicated. He helps me.
When I finally reached his home, I walked into the living room, took off my clothes and assumed my kneeling position.
"Hello Kitten," He greeted me, "it's so nice of you to grace me with your presence." Yeah, he was pissed.
"I'm sorry Sir. A couple came and looked at the house. They had called last minute."
"Priorities Kitten. You could have met them after our date." He was right. I could have, but I really didn't think it would take as long as it did. Or maybe subconsciously I wanted to be late.
"Did you finish the writing? Your publisher had asked for it to be turned in today."
"Yes, but I'm not sure it's going to be good. It's all shit." I kept my eyes down and hands up. I knew he hated it when I talked bad about myself or my accomplishments.
"No! It is not. I've read your books. You are a very talented and intellectual writer." James said in an exasperated tone. "Say it, Kitten."
"But Sir... It is a lie." I whined.
"Get up, and position yourself on the couch!" James practically stomped out of the room and I could see how infuriated he was with me.
I did just as he asked. I played over the arm of the couch, ass up. I knew he was mad and felt it when he came around with the belt and whipped it through the air onto my thighs. The sting caught me off guard. He normally rubs a bit before he smacks, but this time he gave me fifteen lashes without any rest in between.
My ass was on fire and my cunt was dripping juices down my leg. James never fucked me, because he was married to Mia, but my pussy needed attention; badly! Thank God Mia walked in just as he swung his belt in one last, extra hard, 'crack' over my ass cheeks. Mia knelt behind me and my screams soon turned into moans of pleasure.
"James, her ass has never looked more beautiful," Mia remarked as she slipped one finger into my drenched pussy and began fingering me.
"May I have a taste Master?" She asked in a husky voice as if she was parched. He must have nodded or maybe he answered and I didn't hear. Before I knew it, her mouth was on me licking and sucking; her fingers going in and out of me at a ferocious speed.
"Sir, I need to cum. May I cum Sir, please?" I yelled out. I was struggling to hold back my orgasm as she kept up her assault on my pussy.
"Yes, kitten you may. After you say it."
Say what? What did he want me to say? God, how did he expect me to think when this felt so damn good? Oh...
"I am a good writer Sir." The words flew out of my mouth faster than my brain knew what I was saying.
"Good girl, you may cum now." My orgasm came in waves sending me higher and higher. It wasn't just my cunt that pulsated around her fingers; my entire body quivered from it.
When I came back down I looked back and Sir had his cock buried deep inside of Mia; fucking her so hard and fast that she looked like she was going to fly off the sofa. She screamed for permission to cum and without hesitation he let her. He then found his release deep inside his lovely slave wife.
We all three laid naked on the couch talking about the days' events. I loved these days that I got to spend with the two of them. Since Matt moved, they were all I had in my life.
As I walked out the door James stopped me. "I have a renter for you. He is going to come over at noon tomorrow to look at the house. I love you, Kitten." He kissed me on the head and I threw my arms around him, embracing him tightly.
The next day at noon an old Chevy truck pulled in the drive. I finished pouring the filling into the cobbler I had made and headed out to meet him. He was about to knock when I swung open the door.
"Hi, I'm Sam. I'm here to look at the house you have for rent." His voice was strong and confident. Wow! He was gorgeous. Tall, dark hair, and baby blue eyes. 'Stop drooling girl. A hot guy shows up at your door and you turn into a horny dog who can't think straight.'
"Hi Sam, it's good to meet you. The place is out back. Let me get my keys and I will show you." I lead the way with him following behind, hoping he wasn't staring at my big ass. I could feel his eyes on me. Was this hot man checking me out?
I gave him the grand tour. Showed him the bedrooms, kitchen, and my favorite; the balcony.
"This would be a perfect spot to set up my painting." He said, excitement evident in his voice.
"I'll take it." He said and started walking back to his truck.
"Don't you want to know how much it is?" I asked.
"It doesn't matter. The view is amazing!" He said while he stared at me with a huge smile on his face.
By the way, he looked at me I wasn't sure if he meant me or the scenery of the woods. My hands were sweating, and my heart racing. I was not sure how this man could have such an effect on me. I had just met him, and yet I wanted nothing more than for him to rip my clothes off and fuck me in the back of his truck.
He grabbed two boxes, stacking them on top of each other, and began walking back to the house. I picked up one that was much heavier than it looked and followed him. This time it was me checking out his package. Sam wasn't the most built man I had ever seen, but he wasn't fat. He had a nice round ass. 'I bet it's a tight ass. Oh wow... I have got to get my thoughts out of the gutter. I just had my play date with James!'
I am such a slut.
Sam distracted me from my delicious thoughts.
"Just set that anywhere. You didn't have to help." He said, smiling at me again.
"I... I don't mind." I stammered "I'm just so happy to have you here. I mean, to have the place rented!" I blushed deep red and quickly turned to walk quickly back to the truck. Halfway there, I said 'fuck it' and started swaying my hips as I walked.
We unloaded the truck in a short time. I was headed back to the big house when he stopped me.
"I have six months rent here. James told me the amount to bring." Sam said with a wink. "I like my privacy and it's quite out here. Thank you. "
I wondered how he knew James? I've never heard James or Mia speak of Sam. He obviously wasn't part of the local BDSM scene. I knew everyone who came to the monthly meetings.
Several days had passed and I hadn't seen much of Sam. Mainly we just waved in passing, or when I was picking apples, or tending the garden. He always came out to see if I needed assistance.
I was on my way out to do some weeding. It was hot, and I knew it would be sweaty work, so I decided to go nude. I didn't see his truck and I assumed he was gone. That was the only bad thing about having a renter who wasn't gay; I had to wear clothes all the time. I stripped out of my clothes and began picking weeds. Being in Georgia it was almost always warm enough to be naked outside.
Sam's truck pulled into the drive sometime later. I didn't even grab my clothes I just bolted to the back door and prayed he didn't see me. I glanced out the window and saw it wasn't Sam driving the truck, it was some other guy. Shit, that meant Sam was home! Had he seen me naked outside?
Later that evening I decided to take him some leftovers I had made. Lasagna and salad. I walked the trail down to the house as it was just barely getting dark out. The window curtain was pulled back enough for me to see inside. When I glanced in I was shocked at the view I had. The same man I saw earlier had his mouth wrapped around Sam's cock; sucking him hard and fast!
Sam's hand was in his hair, and he was bucking his hips. I should have left, but I couldn't; the scene playing out before my eyes were too hot. Matt would let me watch him with his lovers and I missed that. Man on man action has always been my biggest fetish and Matt knew it was something I needed. James will sometimes find male submissives to fuck as a reward for me when I'm good... or bad in a good way.
Sam looked toward the window and I crunched down. It didn't keep me from watching. He flipped the man over and started pounding his ass. At that point, I was becoming very uncomfortable and my own need to get off was growing. My pussy was drenching wet. James had given me strict orders to never masturbate, but I needed to get off so bad I knew I would disobey. I dropped the lasagna on a chair next to the door and ran back to my house.
Inside the comfort of my own I room, I rubbed and fingered my clit. I kept the image of Sam fucking that man in the front of my mind. My orgasm came in seconds and truly rocked my world. I hadn't gotten off that quick in a long time. I had never been that turned on; turned on enough to break rules.
The next day I went to pick weeds, check the garden, and attend to my flowers. Sam came over next to me and began pulling weeds.
"I see you decided to wear clothes this time." He said in a joking manner.
Shit, I was caught.
"You saw that? Well, I guess it doesn't matter because you are gay." I was about to slip off my dress when I realized what I had said.
"I'm not gay. Why would you think that?"
I thought 'Obviously this guy is in the closet and I have now offended him.'
"James must have told me." The lie spewed out of my mouth.
"No, James knows I'm not gay. He knows my ex-wife."
What could I say? I couldn't just tell him I saw him fucking a man.
