Several readers wrote asking what had happened in the weeks after I'd taken a job as a property manager on a temporary basis and had enticed two older guys to sign leases by, well, offering them some hand job favors for their signature.
I am not proud. I am somewhat humiliated. I know it is not right to jerk off guys I barely know just to get them to take an apartment for crying out loud. But I was desperate. Let's face it, times are financially tough, and when Mr. Orvis, the owner of several properties, allowed me the chance at a decent job and cheap rent I jumped at it.
Not really qualified, I tried my best to make it work. I handled complaints, called the repairman, and did a little painting on my own. I worked hard to get the place rented. The fact that two of the guys Mr. Orvis sent my way were willing to sign on the dotted line with some added incentive on my part should have been an indicator that maybe something was amiss, but fact is I was happy to get the deals done.
And if it meant my giving a hand job a month to the two guys, well, I'd given guys hand jobs before after a nice dinner so a little jerking of their dicks as a way to make my temporary job a permanent one seemed to be a small price to pay
Still, each time I saw one of the guys I was embarrassed. I mean, I hardly knew them. They were just older guys who needed an apartment. I had no real feelings for them. Yet here I was, a young girl jerking off guys twice my age or more on a regular basis.
But I had a job, and with a full house and things going well Mr. Orvis was very happy with my work.
I have to say in the days after each of my dalliances I felt all kinds of emotions, from humiliation to embarrassment to a little bit of arousal. Yes, I knew it was wrong what I did, I knew my mother wouldn't have approved, but in a strange naughty way I was a little proud of the way I took advantage of the situation and solidified my place as Mr. Orvis' property manager.
He was happy, and I was relieved to have a good job and not live penny by penny. Every once in a while when I saw Mr. Orvis, I could swear he had a knowing smile, like he knew something was up. But soon I dismissed that thought as there didn't seem to be a way he could know anything.
I'd think about Mr. Morley and Thornton late at night under the covers, alone except for my trusty blue vibrator. Thing is, I like to think of sexy situations when I'm working on myself, and the fact that I'd tossed off two guys to seal the apartment deals made my juices flow.
As the days went by I became more comfortable with my situation. There was normalcy in my life, although I knew that in the next month I'd be whacking off two older men just to maintain the bargain I'd given for them to sign on the dotted line. Oh, I knew I could ignore the deal, but on the other hand who knows what would happen if I broke it. I surely didn't want them spouting off about the property manager who jerks off guys to get them to let the apartments in Mr. Orvis' building.
On my off days I'd taken to reading novels, mostly mystery, but sometimes romance, and sat by the pond near the building to relax. Along the way I would make my way to the coffee shop down the street where I'd gotten to know the baristas. It was fun and relaxing and my newfound friends gave me free refills. What could be better?
Sitting at the shop on Wednesday afternoon I could feel eyes on the back of my head. Ignoring for a while, I finally had to look. There was Sebastian Clark, a guy I'd dated for several weeks earlier in the year. Instantly we both smiled and I invited him to sit with me.
Thinking back it was probably a bad decision, because Sebastian had broken my heart when we were in a relationship. I thought he was solo with me, but turned out he'd been seeing several women besides yours truly. Sometimes he'd leave my apartment, supposedly to get home to get a good night's rest before a big meeting, only to go to Laura or Melissa's apartment to bang their willing snatches overnight.
It was like I was the appetizer before he got to the main course. And he was somewhat mean about it, as I'd always have to blow him (no problem, except he was rough) or take his firm hand on my tender bottom before he'd bang me. No, Sebastian wasn't an angel. But before I'd learned of his dalliances I really developed a fondness for him, and the lovemaking was different than anyone I'd been with.
What was in the past was in the past. I wanted to know what he was doing, and was even thinking of flirting with him and then walking away. So we sat and shared coffee and stories. He was working at an investment house, working terrible hours, while admitting to having dumped both Laura and Melissa in recent weeks.
"It's so good to see you, you look better than ever. I've missed you, I've missed you a lot," said the handsome man. He was staring at me with those baby blues. "Those girls meant nothing to me when you get down to the bottom line. I can't believe I've run into you here today, because I've been meaning to call. I think about you all the time."
Okay, so Sebastian was good at flattery, but these days it went a long way at making me feel good. He was so complimentary, of my clothing, my general appearance and yes my body. We traded barbs, jabs and a little of this and that for more than an hour. It was like old times, as if we'd never broken up. I sighed when he said he was heading to the west coast Friday afternoon.
Honestly, I had to see him again before he left. When he asked if we could have dinner the following night I went one better. I invited him over to my apartment for takeout, leaving the notion on the table that there would be more to eat than Chinese.
We joked about dinner, who would make it and so forth. But there was a lot of innuendo and flirting going on between us. It was as if there was a special bond of sorts. We went our separate ways, but while laying on my bed with my mind wandering I couldn't help thinking of the mystery man Sebastian and how hot he got me. I had to bring out my trusty hairbrush for some well needed and earned relief.
The next day was a bit of a blur, working on problems throughout the day. I half thought Sebastian wouldn't show up at my doorstep, but I was wrong. He arrived promptly at seven, bottle of wine in one hand and a nice assortment of tulips in the other. He looked adorable, and I was happy I wore my tight jeans and top ensemble.
We talked for a while before asking about dinner. "Thought you were making it," was my simple joking question.
"Sort of. It will be here at 8," he said, gazing longingly at my tight top.
He had something besides dinner on his mind, obviously. "I've been thinking about you all night and day, I've missed you and, well..."
The guy took me in his arms and we kissed, tentatively at first, for several minutes. It was not long before his hand was slipping all over my back and down to my behind. He fondled my snug jeans, holding me close. His kisses made their way to my neck, behind my ears and slowly down my top until he nestled his head between my beasts. He rubbed with his head as those sensations were enhanced when his hands came around.
Soon my top was off, and I don't know how! But now he was licking between my tits as my bra somehow made its way to the floor. Damn, those kisses were wonderful. It wasn't long before I wanted to return the favor of the sensations and I unzipped his fly and reached inside, bringing out his hardened cock.
Stroking it we returned to our kiss, standing in my living space like the long lost lovers we were. When he gently pushed down on my shoulders, I knew what he wanted and I dropped to my knees and got down to business. There was no hesitation as I licked his cock from stem to stern, bringing out some moans from above. It wasn't long before I was alternating slow sucks with licks and then more sucking.
His cock was enormous. I mean, he was hard as a rock and I could feel it pulsate in my sucking mouth. He held my head in place, and started fucking my mouth with vigor. It wasn't long before he warned me that if I kept it up he was going to cum.
Looking up, I batted my eyes at him and told him I'd expect nothing less. Damn, before I got it back in my mouth his dick exploded all over my cheek. Some of it got up into my hair from the first spurt, and soon I corralled the rest of his hot man sauce in my mouth, sucking him off like no tomorrow. I bobbed my head quickly sucking out his man venom.
Soon he came down from his sexual high and I looked up again at him. "That was one hell of an appetizer," I teased. "What's the main course?"
He lifted me to my feet and kissed me deeply. Right away, I knew this was going to be a long evening, because a guy who doesn't kiss me after I've given him a blow job isn't going to be on my good side. Sebastian was more than on my good side, he had numerous bonus points to work with.
We spoke for a little bit about our days and out missing each other before there was a knock on the door. Dinner, from a nice Italian restaurant, arrived. A four-course meal with all the trimmings. Too much for us, but we did what we could to devour what we wanted and wrapped up the rest. When I led him to the bedroom, he didn't resist.
We made ourselves comfortable on the bed, sipping wine and swapping stories of what we'd been up to. He laughed at some of my job hunting disasters and congratulated me on my new position at property manager. I left out the details of how I got the guys to sign their leases as that would have been too over the top.
One thing leg to another, mostly his stroking of my leg, and soon we were making out again like teenagers. He was up for the task, as his cock hardened to my touch. Soon he was on top of me, slowly fucking me like an old lover should.
Several minutes into the fuck he slipped out of my and down my body, ending up between my legs. For the next 20 minutes or so he licked, caressed and sucked my pussy. I was writhing around like a teenager getting lapped for the first time. It was awesome. He brought me to an intense orgasm, but didn't stop and soon it was followed by numbers two and three.
Wasted, he flipped me over and out of nowhere began spanking my ass! I mean, not love taps, but real hard spanks. I tried to move away but he told me to lie there and take it. I didn't really have much choice as he planted 20 swats on my bare ass. I cursed at him, called him every name in the book, and soon he stopped and began kissing my now beet read ass. He said I deserved it for breaking up with him, leaving him without me for so long. He kept kissing and talking and somehow I calmed down.
Hate turned into horniness and soon I was atop the guy, humping up and down on him like no tomorrow. He really liked when I switched around and did the reverse cowgirl thing, as he could caress my ass. Damn, he loved my ass or something, between the spankings, kissing and loving. It was awesome. It was almost too good to be true.
