At twenty years old I was young to have my own business clearing out houses where hoarders had lived. This was usually for the local council but there were occasions when people who had been left a property in a will and needed a place clearing out. Normally I always had a team of people ready to work, but this request came at a time when I was busy, and all my teams were already on jobs. But I didn't want to turn work down.
The building itself was a large, four-bedroom house, left by a stepfather to two sisters. When they explained they were cleaners by trade and only needed a little muscle to empty rooms, I decided to take the job on and do it myself.
The house itself was huge, the last in a country lane, with large, unkempt gardens to match. Surrounded by trees and ringed with a high brick wall it was secluded and private with only the sounds of nature for company. An estate agent, a friend of mine, took me inside. There hadn't been any pets, so the smell wasn't bad which is usually the case. The kitchen, bathrooms and utility area were pretty rank though, but a good cleaning would cure that.
Three of the five large bedrooms were full of all kinds of junk but there was some furniture that could be sent to auction which would sweeten the deal. The main bedroom wasn't that bad. It looked like the hoarder had kept his sleeping area as personal space free of junk.
Downstairs though, in three large rooms, was in a mess full of boxes which when opened were crammed with books and magazines of all kinds. I called another friend, who ran a market stall selling that sort of thing and arranged for him to come around on the Monday morning. At the very least he would help me empty the rooms and would save the expense of skips. But if I could make a little selling the books it would be a welcome bonus to my finances.
I rang the Randall sisters and confirmed I would take the job and explained what I intended to do with some of the junk furniture and books, telling I would expect half of what they sold for and another eight hundred pounds for my weeks work. They were happy at this and even paid my wage into my bank the next day.
I arrived at the house on the Monday ten minutes early to find the Randall sisters were already at work cleaning the kitchen, but I didn't have time to chat with them as the first skip had arrived and I had to back him in to get the skip close. Then my mate Marty arrived with his Luton van and best of all two trollies that could stack five boxes on each. After inspecting a dozen or so we agreed a price per box and set to work. As each was loaded my smile grew larger and at the end of the day it meant he owed two thousand pounds which he would drop off to me later, by then the sisters were gone.
Though I was now days ahead of schedule I turned up on time the next morning and finally got to see the sisters. They looked very much alike, with dyed, shoulder length, blonde hair and what could politely be described as fuller in figure. The older one, Mandy, was way overweight. Just walking was a struggle which made her sweat. She had a huge belly and big arms swaddled in fat. She looked to be in her early thirties.
The younger, Trina, who was by far the most flirty, was in her late twenties and on the good side of chubby. Both wore tight fitting sports leggings that showed every bulge in Mandys legs and when they bent over you could clearly see she wore huge white knickers that strained to keep her massive arse in place.
Trina's knickers had gathered in her arse crack so you could see her skin through the straining pants, so much so I noticed she had a birthmark on her right buttock. They were both very pretty, Trina especially, with blazing blue eyes and wide smiles.
It was great fun to work with them. They were bright and breezy, quick to make dirty jokes, mostly about themselves. They played their music loud and often sang along happily. I'd already had my arse felt a few times and when I handed over the cash, I was hugged hard by both, then my head was pushed into Trina's huge cleavage for a long moment. It wasn't unpleasant but I had feeling I was being dominated. After this Trina seemed to take any chance she could to bend over in front of me. They both huge wore red smock tops which would gape open, giving an ample view of huge tits held in place by massive blue bras.
The day was red hot so at lunch time we all went outside. Trina sat in a chair opposite and leant back to enjoy the sunshine. This revealed the most graphic camel toe I had ever seen. I could clearly see the outline of her pussy lips, pubic hair even poked through.
As we were so far ahead of schedule Mandy asked if I could look in the shed and see if there was anything of value. Wanting to escape Trina I went straight away. It was a big shed, almost the size of a garage and was full of valuable tools a joinery shop would want. I opened some drawers and saw all kinds of bounty but when I opened a cupboard door a shelf inside gave in and tumbled its contents to the floor. As I bent down to pick one up Trina and Mandy arrived to see what the noise was.
It seemed I had found their stepfathers porn stash which consisted of hundreds of a magazine specialising in BBW sex and a big, black, rubber dildo, still in its wrapping. It was at least two foot long and three inches in girth. Of course, when the sisters saw this, it gave birth to a lot of bawdy jokes. Trina picked up a magazine and began to flick through them, telling all the details of what was happening in one.
"Your friend can't have these." Mandy said, grabbing an unopened box and taking it outside.
I was given one to look at and reluctantly flipped pages over. It showed a black guy with a massive cock having anal with a huge woman. I closed it quickly and put it on the table. The front page showed a BBW wearing a smock top which she had put over a man's head who was obviously very happy with the situation.
I heard Trina cry out with glee then suddenly she pulled her top over my head, as I tried to escape the stool I was on, tipped over and I tumbled to the floor. She was holding on hard and laughing loudly. They both were. Then felt my belt be tugged at, it was undone before I could protest. My jeans were popped open, and I felt them being tugged down. As Trina was holding onto me with arms and legs it must have been Mandy then both began to sing.
"Strip him, strip him."
I managed to struggle enough to turn around so now was laid on Trina with my head between her tits. The sisters laughed loudly over this. I realised they both intended to strip me and had to come up with a quick plan to get out the situation. In a split second I thought it best to fight fire with fire. I struggled a little more and managed to get my thumbs around the waistline of her pants and pushed down. I had rocked her on her side, so they came down to the bottom of her arse with ease.
Trina squealed and rolled onto her back again. Laughing loudly, Mandy pulled at my jeans again and pulled them down to my knees. I felt Mandy stroke my bare arse and heard a bawdy comment.
Trina was now covered in a layer of sweat which gave me a chance to pull my arms free from my side. I pushed hard upwards so her smock top would ride up. By chance they went under her bra as well, her tits spilled out into my face. Seeing this, Mandy laughed even louder but Trina had a shocked expression on her face.
I was laid on her belly. As my pants were now around the ankles my cock had been released. It felt skin and reacted like it always did, it grew hard. I didn't realise straight away and used the moment to pull her top and bra over her head completely. Feeling a victory of sorts, I moved to tug at her pants, but Mandy had done this for me, they lay on the floor close by. I didn't know this, but my cock did, it felt her heat and swelled even more.
Laid on top it sought her hole. Her legs stopped squeezing on me, she was breathing heavy and had a desperate look in her eyes.
"I'm sorry." I whispered and would have rolled off, but she held me again.
"No, don't stop." Trina said quickly.
