My alarm blared me awake at 7:30 AM. I groaned as I rubbed the sleep from my eyes. My eyes landed on Amber's panties lying next to me on my pillow and the memories of last night came flooding back. The humiliation of serving as Amber's driver, the sexual frustration of hearing her make out with that dude in the car, not to mention the ache in my dick as it struggled in vain against the tight tube. I tried not to think about what happened in Amber's bedroom last night.
I took her panties to the bathroom with me and washed them carefully in the sink and hung them on a towel rack to dry. I showered and dressed in a t shirt and shorts, remembering that Sunday was usually my day to work in Amber's yard. Glancing at my phone, I saw that it was almost 8! I rushed out of my house and started to cross the yard to Amber's.
I glimpsed something in the back of my car. I was confused for a second because I remembered cleaning it before I picked up Amber last night. I realized as I got closer that it was they guy's shirt - Amber must have stripped it off of him in the car last night.
Unsure what to do, I got his shirt and carried it with me to Amber's door. I was about to ring the bell when I remembered her rules that she laid out for me. I was supposed to report for work at 8 but wait on her porch until she needed me. Sighing, I sat down with my back to her porch railing and waited.
To give myself something to do, I neatly folded the black t shirt I was holding. I then got out my phone and started scrolling around the internet.
About an hour later, I heard footsteps approach the door from inside the house. I scrambled to my feet.
The door opened, and the guy from last night was towering over me. He was about six inches taller than me, but standing on the slightly raised doorstep I was really looking up at him. He was naked from the waist up, and I could see again how amazing his physique was. He had wide shoulders and a narrow waist, and his abs were flat and pronounced. His chest was broad and muscular, and although his arms were big they were also cut, and I could see a vein running down each bicep. Even with slightly mussed hair I could see he was very attractive.
Amber appeared behind him, wearing the same short purple robe I saw her in before. Her hair was a halo around her head, and she was rubbing her eyes sleepily.
"Oh good - you're here." She said, noticing I was standing awkwardly outside her door.
The guy looked down at me and smirked. I was holding his folded t shirt in my hands. He took it from me and shrugged it on.
"Bank - be a good boy and take Justin home, would you?"
I winced at the use of her name for me. Justin smiled broadly down at me and then turned, taking Amber in his arms. He kissed her deeply, and I heard her moan in appreciation. I awkwardly shuffled from foot to foot.
Finally he broke the kiss, and without another look at me strode across the lawn to my car. I hurried to catch up to him.
To my relief, he went to the front passenger door and opened it when I clicked the key fob. We both climbed in my car.
"Um..where do you live?" I asked nervously, feeling very tense about this situation. I had no idea what he knew about me or my arrangement with Amber.
He rattled off the address and I put it into my phone and pulled out. We rode in silence for a minute or two.
"So you're her...neighbor?" He said, glancing over at me with a curious look on his face.
"Yeah...that's right. Just for a couple weeks now since she moved it."
More silence as Justin digested this.
"And do you normally drive around guys that she's fucking?"
I cleared my throat, embarrassed at his direct question.
"um..no...I mean.." I stammered a bit. "I just help her out - do favors for her when I can."
"Why does she keep calling you bank?" he said.
I blushed intensely and tried desperately to think of a response.
"um...she...well she borrowed some money from me last week, and...um...thought it was a funny little nickname."
He shrugged and laughed a bit.
"Are you doing these things because you want to fuck her?" he said, looking me up and down appraisingly. I glanced over at him and saw he had a mocking smile. He was being a bit of an asshole, I decided.
"Ah, no - I mean, Amber's beautiful, but I just like helping her out."
"Whatever floats your boat, man" Justin said as he shrugged again. We spent the next ten minutes of the ride in somewhat awkward silence. Eventually Justin pulled out his phone and started texting.
I pulled up to the address he gave me. I was a bit startled to see it was college housing - I thought he was in his mid twenties but maybe he was a bit younger.
He opened the door and stepped out.
"Thanks for the ride, bro" he said. "Maybe I'll catch you around sometime."
With that he shut the door and jogged up the steps to the dorm.
Just then, I got a text notification on my phone and pulled up the screen.
-Sarah is coming for brunch at 11. make bacon and eggs and coffee. after that wash my sheets. when that's done you can mow my lawn and trim the bushes. I'm getting in the shower, door is unlocked-
I shivered at the unmistakably business-like tone of the text. She was simply telling me what I was going to do, not asking me whether I would or not. Again, I felt the discomfort of the chastity cage as my penis tried to grow. Undeniably I found this text arousing.
One the drive back to Amber's I ran a mental checklist of the groceries I had bought her. I was relieved to remember I did indeed grab bacon and eggs and coffee. Fifteen minutes later I gingerly opened her front door. She said it was open so I assumed she didn't mean for me to knock. I heard the sound of the shower running.
Quickly, I made my way to the kitchen and got to work. I grabbed a pan and placed eight or ten strips of bacon in it and turned the heat on medium low. Next I pulled out some eggs and cracked them into a bowl and scrambled them. I set up her coffee maker and programmed it to make a carafe. Checking on the bacon, I saw I had a few minutes before I had to flip them over. I hurried over to her bedroom and stopped, my mouth hanging open.
Her bed and really the entire room was a wreck. The bed sheets were all over the place - hanging off the bed, on the floor, even across the room covering her vanity. Even the bed itself was askew and looked like it had pulled away at least a foot from the wall. I could see damp spots on the sheets, and finally I saw at least four used condoms strewn about - two near but not quite in a small trashcan in the corner, and a couple more on the floor next to the bed. It looked like an orgy had taken place here, and the distinct sharp smell of sex and sweat still lingered in the air. The sound of Amber's shower was stronger now, coming through the closed door of her en suite bathroom.
I quickly got to work, stripping all of the sheets that were still on the bed and gathering the rest and ran them to her washing machine and got them started. I pushed her bed back to where it usually sat and noticed that I had uncovered a pair of black boxer briefs - I supposed Justin had left her house commando. I tossed those in the laundry machine as well. Finally, I gingerly picked up all of the used condoms I could find and awkwardly carried them to the kitchen trash, trying not to look at the thick loads of cum pooled at the bottom of each one.
By then, the bacon was done and I pulled them out onto a plate. I drained a bit of the fat leaving just a touch in the pan, and started scrambling the eggs. As I plated those and poured two cups of coffee, Amber walked into the kitchen. She was in her short purple robe that showed an incredibly amount of cleavage and most of her toned thighs. She plucked a cup of coffee out of my hand and took a sip, looking at me over the rim with her intense brown eyes.
"And how is my little bank doing this morning? Still...secure?" She flicked her eyes down meaningfully at my crotch and then back to mine, a smirk on her face.
"Yes...yes Miss Amber" I said, feeling myself blush at her direct question.
She laughed out loud at my answer.
"You had quite the day yesterday, didn't you?"
I nodded.
"Was it too much? Am I being..." She took one hand off her coffee and brought it to her chest, slowly circling the nipple of her left breast through the silken fabric of her robe. Immediately I could see the distinct shape of her hard nipple poke through the purple fabric.
"Am I being...too mean to you?" She breathed, looking at me through lowered eyelids.
I could barely catch my breath - my eyes were glued to her hand touching herself through the robe.
"You know...last night with Justin...I have to admit I thought about you for a few seconds when I was riding his beautiful cock."
I swallowed audibly. I could feel the points begin their inexorable pressure on my locked penis.
"It made me giggle a bit - thinking about you next door, all secure in your little cage, probably thinking about me and what I was doing...It got me a little excited, I admit."
I moaned with the thought, and she smiled at my reaction. Her hand continued its circles.
"You're going to have a very busy day again, bank. I have quite the list for you. Honestly I'm not even sure if you can get it all done in a single day. Do you like that?"
I moaned again.
"Yes - yes Miss Amber" I whispered. "Thank you"
She smirked again at my answer.
"Were you a good boy last night? You didn't peek when you were driving us home, did you?
"No! I mean, no Miss Amber. I didn't peek."
She started gently squeezing her breast through the robe, still staring directly into my eyes.
