Angela Walker walked up the concrete walkway, carrying her two bags. In one bag was her laptop, the other her lunch. The black twenty-three year old stopped at the door to the simple one story house. 'Now what was that combination the realtor told us?' she thought to herself. Angela stared at the combination lock that contained her key. '9-8-9-8. That should be it.' Angela punched in the numbers on the small keypad and pushed the open button. The lock popped out of place with the key attached to it. With a grin, Angela unlocked the door to the home she would be house-sitting for next five hours. She set down her bags and went back to her compact car to get her table, chair, and arrows signs. Angela placed the arrow signs at each end of the block. She went from room to room inside the house turning on lights, opening blinds, and doors. Finally, she came back to the front room of the house and set up her table. On one side were brochures about the auction, a sign-in sheet, and her tally sheet. At the other end of the card table Angela put her laptop. While it warmed up, Angela dug in her bag for her poppy seed muffin and took a large bite. "Mmmmm." She wiped the crumbs from her full lips and checked to see if there were any wireless networks nearby. There were three. "This is great. Now I won't be totally bored ." Angela managed to connect to a default wireless network. She signed into her hotmail account and began to check her messages. Angela had heard about this job from her mother. The pay was great, $75 every day for 3 days. All Angela had to do was house-sit while people came in and looked around at the house. In two weeks, the house along with several others in the area were going to be sold in a large, three-day auction.
The house that Angela was in wasn't bad. It had blue siding with white trim. The backyard was small and desperately needed sod. The fruit tree in the center looked healthy though. The walls had fresh paint on them, but some of the blinds need to be replaced. 'I wish I could buy it.' thought Angela, reading her horoscope. 'It would give me a new place to live with out all those bad memories.' Angela's ex, Robert cheated on her with a girl she thought was a close friend. Angela's mind drifted back to the memory and her blood began to boil. She had walked in on the two of them, on the couch, her couch, fucking their brains out. Angela had replaced the old couch with a nice blue one from a discount store. She just couldn't keep that couch in her apartment anymore. That had been two months ago. "And I'm horny as fuck right now." Angela grumbled to herself. "I'm not much for masturbation. I even went out and bought a little toy for company but what I really want is the real deal." As the hours ticked on, a few people came by to look at the house. A family, a couple, and a few singles but not much else. Angela greeted them cheerfully and chatted them up politely but inside she was dying. After an hour of no one showing up, Angela did a computer search for porn. After coming up with a few paysites, she finally came to a site that had free videos. Angela skimmed through the different types of videos, she started to watch one labeled 'slut throatfucked.'
A brunette was kneeling in front of a man, shown from the waist down only, with a large cock, glistening with what Angela guessed to be saliva. He was ejaculating in her mouth and all over her face. Angela felt her pussy tingle a little as the man grabbed the back of the brunette head and forced his cock into her mouth. He savagely fucked the slut's throat, grunting a little. He held her head down in vice-grip as she started to gag. The man pulled her off his cock as cum and saliva rushed out of her mouth. The cock was totally drenched and sticky. The slut moaned as the man forced his cock back into her mouth. Angela reached down under her skirt and began to finger her wet pussy, mesmerized by the scene in front of her eyes. The man on the video grunted and groaned as the slut slobbered and sucked his big cock. He pulled out of her mouth again and the slut licked his cock up and down. Angela let a soft moan escape as slut gagged on the cock again.
A hand knocked on the door. Angela took her hand out of her pussy and paused the video. "Come in." she said, changing the screen. A brown haired man stepped in. He looked like he was about forty and was casually dressed in a button-down shirt and shorts. He smiled at Angela, who smiled back.
"Just came to look around."
"Sure, go right ahead."
The man smiled at Angel again and went into the dinning room. Angela let out a sigh, as he walked past her. 'God, I hope he didn't hear anything.' She innocently went back to checking her email as she listened to the man's feet coming back in her direction. They exchanged smiles again and Angela looked down at his butt when he disappeared around the corner, heading towards the bedrooms. 'Nice butt.' she thought with a giggle. 'Wonder what the rest of him looks like.' A few minutes passed and the man returned to the front of the house and stood before her.
"Have there been a lot of people here?"
"There was earlier. Not so much now."
"Oh, I see. I thought I heard some noise in here when I walked up though."
