My new tenant is such a joy to have around. Take right now, for instance. This is my day off and as I write this story he is under my desk curled up keeping my feet warm like a good housecat. Later, he'll help me get ready for my date. Then, if and when I make it back, he'll be waiting to take care of all my illicit desires.
It started a week after my new housemate had moved in. I had bought this condo when my business had started to take off. Josh was the first one to see the place. Although almost ten years my junior, he was sweet, handsome, well-built, and said he needed a quiet place to work on his studies while he finished his degree. I explained that while we were housemates it was my house and my rules. Rule number one: we will not be lovers.
It was probably on day three that I first had the impulse to make Josh sweat. He was sitting at the kitchen table, as I walked in in my black silky panties and nothing else, except for a clamp hanging from my right nipple. I started to make myself breakfast, being sure to give Josh a good view of my tight butt and long athletic legs as I stretched on my tippy toes to reach the top cabinet. I poured the milk into my cereal and leaned back against the counter.
It took me a while in my life to recognize that I could control men, instead of the other way around. I'm not saying I don't want a healthy, symbiotic relationship, but every woman should have an extra man around letting her know how special she is. Thanks to my depraved sex drive, my genetics, and the gym, over time I've developed an uncontrollable urge to have hot men begging to kiss -- and lick, my ass.
I was ready to use my green eyes and flat tummy to control this inexperienced youth. Just how far and fast I could take him I had no idea. Although I had enjoyed playing the top, the Dom, in my sex life, I had never really considered having a live-in servant before. That is, until I met Josh.
"What do you think?" I said shaking my long silky black hair and the tassel draped from my perky B-Cup. "I'm trying it out to see if I want to get my nipple pierced."
"Umm. Does it hurt, Lily?" he stammered.
Pulling my tit up by the tassel, I answer very matter of fact, "Of course, it's a clamp on my nipple." Then, while gauging his hormone level, I drop the prop and reach down with the flat of my hand nonchalantly palm my mound. "But it also gets me wet."
"Josh," I add while casually chomping on my cereal, "I don't know what your plans are tonight, but I have a date." Josh, stares straight ahead at the outline of my pussy and the small wet spot pushing against the black silk. "What that means for you is that you need to be scarce from 10pm on." Josh stands up and into my personal space. Fairly amused, I can't help but let a little milk leak from the corner of my mouth down my chin. The waist band of my panties rests on both sides of my hip bone and it is obvious Josh wants to look down the narrow space to view my glorious cunt.
"O.K. mmm... I'll either be out or working in my room." Josh stammers.
"It's probably for the best," I say, first putting my left hand on his chest while hooking my right thumb into my waist band, "you never know, get a few drinks in me and I just might end up on the kitchen table on all fours, surrounded by your school's rugby team."
Later that night, after a nice dinner, I bring Michael home. He's a little older than me in his mid-thirties. We've had an open relationship for about a decade. He's married now, but there is something about his smile and the way he uses his cock that makes it hard for me to end it entirely. It isn't long before my short skirt is around my waist while Michael is kneeling below me on the couch. I'm pinching my own nipple with one hand and holding the back of Michael's head into my crotch with my other.
Soon I pull out an old friend of ours: a shiny anal plug with an emerald jewel on the end as a stopper -- because it matches my eyes. He knows that having something in my ass during straight sex quickly pushes me over the edge. I'm pulling my knees together and back so he can insert my talisman. The spike feels cold at first, but it's giving me the nasty little pressure I so enjoy. He's sucking on clit just right, like the good lover that he is when I hear a noise coming from the kitchen.
With both hands I push Michael's wet face from my pussy and remind him of the last kinky thing he wanted to rekindle. I leave Michael on his knees and head for the kitchen for two beers and my tenant. All I have on is my heels and the skirt around my waist as I bust through the kitchen door in a hurry to get back to sex, "Josh, be a good roommate. I need someone to hold a camera while I fuck my friend's brains out."
I guess Josh is considering it when I open the door to the refrigerator. I put my head in the refrig and arch my back. The light from it peals around to the back of my athletic legs all the way to my shiny, lucky charm holding my ass open. "Do you have a camera?" my young gentleman complies.
"I have a Sony recorder in the closet; it is always ready to go." I grin, knowingly.
Michael and I proceed to sport fuck like we haven't in years. Showing off a little, his cock gives it to me in every position possible on the couch while Josh records all the passion. Michael has a knack for fucking me through three orgasms before releasing inside me. He doesn't believe in climaxing together. He always wants one of us to be on the up escalator. It works beautifully. As soon as he coats my inner pink walls, I'm sucking him hard again. He perches me on his post and carries me off to my bed with Josh scurrying behind. In my big brass bed, I'm on all fours and Michael has me moaning as he smacks my ass. My housemate lovingly has the recorder in tight on my face and I can see him pulling at the bulge in his pants. I smile a malicious smile at him and pound back on Michael for my Josh's benefit.
I can't help but work on Josh, "My pussy is so fucking wet, Josh. I feel like I could fuck the bedpost I'm so wet. Do you want me to push back harder on his big fucking tool? You're the director, Josh. Should he spank my ass? Are you getting this? The whole picture? Can you feel it Josh, his shaft now working side to side in my hole?" I'm teasing, but also being honest. Treating him somewhere between my cuckold bitch and my confidant girlfriend is making me feel complete. Arching my back further, I lower my head to the mattress and grip the sheets, "Think of me right now, tonight, when you touch your cock, me pushing up my little pear-shaped ass, high in the air."
When Michael is ready to cum again he pulls out and I swing around underneath him. I know he wants to leave his mark on me, for the boy mostly. Holding the camera close enough to me where I can reach out, I hold Josh's hand as a way of sharing the moment. I look up into Michael's eyes and open my mouth. He paints my tongue and forehead with his warm milk. I can't help but thank Michael by sucking and squeezing his dick dry. With Michael still kneeling over me, as soon as I finish the last drop, I dismiss my roommate. With my head at the foot of the bed and my butt spike still lodged, I pass out. Presumably, my lover soon leaves and heads back to his wife.
The next day my young man-toy and I are back to 'normal.' Several days more pass where very little is said around our busy schedules. Then one morning I notice that the video we made has been hooked up and watched on the living room wide screen TV. From the way the living room has been left, it's also obvious that he's had a few friends over drinking the night before. He's such a boy! Of course, I'm pleased. I decide to leave my tenant a note and some items. "Josh, you little showoff! I don't remember giving you permission. Start the video at 10pm tonight, alone! My black panties, I think those are your favorite, are for you to sniff, the lube is for your cock, and you know where the nipple clamp and emerald butt plug go. I don't think you want to disappoint me."
That evening I put stage two of my so-called plan into action. I call Michael again! I don't want to break up his marriage or anything, but having a young stud around home who needs my guidance is making me horny as fuck. I wear heels, stockings and a garter, a short gray skirt, the white see-through blouse, with a push-up bra and no panties. This night does not involve dinner.
I meet Michael at a commuter parking lot near his house. We exchange no pleasantries. As he pulls in and turns off his lights, I put my palms of the hood of my BMW and bend at the waist for him. He comes up behind me and lifts my skirt. He teases, "Umm, I thought you'd have your favorite plug in, ready to go."
Not amused, "Do I not look ready? I lent it to a friend, a little male bonding. Your cock just might have to work a little harder." I'm already damp when his thick long shaft announces its presence at my pussy lips. He's in me hard and fast, not letting go of the rhythm. I think between jealousy and the near threesome, he is as hot as me from the other night.
For round two we move to the backseat of the car. I'm sitting on his lap and we're grinding slow. "Did you like meeting my roommate the other night?" carrying on a casual conversation.
"I don't know. He didn't have much to say. Does he have a brain?" Michael considers while continuing to slide in my channel just right, "Have you fucked him, yet? Or, whatever it is you do with young men?"
"No. Not yet. Are you jealous, lover? Do you want me to wait? Maybe we can tie him down and fuck him together?" I say gently biting his lip as he begins to look annoyed. I don't like his hypocrisy much, on the jealousy front, or the homophobia front, and I let him know, "Or, we could invite your wife, Jen, over, and I can share with her the strapon you bought me for that sex party in Vegas?"
"Yeah, that might be a little much," Michael relents.
After the small talk, Michael fucks me harder. He's getting close to finishing when I ask him to push his dick into my ass. It fucking hurts without any real lube and I suspect he knows why I want him to leave his stickiness in my ass. He makes me pay for it by pulling me down deep. With my hands bracing against the ceiling of the car I work the post in thinking, Josh better appreciate this.
