Ella awoke suddenly in the dark. She felt cold, and cramped, having slept naked on the small bare mattress. Blinking hazily, she realized where she was. The closet was dark, but she could tell it was daylight because of the bright light coming in from the glory holes in the door.
Grappling around her, she clutched a water bottle. Rapidly proceeding to twist the cap off, she gulped the water down. After her thirst was quenched, she realized she had to pee. She looked distastefully at the plastic bucket next to her. She wasn't quite that desperate yet. Ella removed her hair tie from her tangled hair, and shook her hair out, before tying it back up in a loose bun. She took a deep breath closing her eyes.
Ella pondered her situation attempting to come to grips with it. As of right now, she was being kept captive by Mike and Harry. They both had made it clear they each were going to continue to have sex with her, and sell her pussy to other men. Mike had also indicated that he was going to share her with his friends as well.
Ella realized she had to face the fact that she now had feelings for both Mike and Harry. She desperately wanted both of them to show her warmth and affection back. As affectionate as Mike was during sex, he had seemed to become more callous towards her as he became more businesslike about selling her sex.
As for Harry, he had always been difficult to read. But it was getting harder. It was undeniable that she often felt a connection with Harry emotionally, a connection that felt mutual. However, he was often very rough and violent with her sexually, which confused her. Harry also seemed to be angry at her for imposing on his space and freedom. Ella had hoped he would become more relaxed, and less anxious when he started prostituting her, but now she feared she had just become his new job to rage and stress about.
As far as Mike was concerned, Ella decided that the best course of action would be to try her best to meet his demands. Mike, who was already financially stable, seemed to be mainly concerned about sharing her with his buddies. He must be planning on giving them a show of generosity in the form of free pussy. If she performed well and made him look good to them; he would be pleased with her. By riding their cocks and sucking them off hard and well, he may become warmer towards her.
As for Harry, she needed to ease his fears and reassure him that her presence in the house wouldn't cause him to lose his freedom. She would need to work on her jealousy, and let him know she was okay with him fucking other women.
This caused her to feel a pang in her chest, remembering how into fucking the other woman he was. Her jealously was also mixed with a curious arousal. She wondered how their pussies compared, which one of them had the tighter pussy, the one Harry liked fucking better? She felt the heat rise in her cheeks, as she envisioned the other woman mocking her because Harry liked her pussy better.
But maybe what Harry really wanted, was a girl who would be open to his need to spread his wild oats. If she could make him understand that she was okay with an open situation, she may deepen their connection and he would stop holding her at an arm's length. She also had to reassure Harry that he would be financially stable. She could do that by willingly sucking and fucking customer's they sold her to, and building up their reputation for selling good, cheap pussy.
Ella's personal thoughts on the situation were complicated. Part of her was actually feeling very safe, and secure being the property of these two men. Her worries about losing her job and apartment were washed away, as they would be caring for her from now on. Thinking about it that way, she really did owe them. She wanted to please them, as well as prove to them that they didn't need to keep her under lock and key. She would do whatever they asked of her. She resolved to be obedient to them. She hoped this would move her to more of a subservient house wife status with them.
In a way, because of the arrangement, Ella did already have a sort of relationship with both of them. She loved the idea of being subservient to them, the good little housewife, who fucked when she was told. Even being sold for sex by them turned her on.
As Ella was deep in thought, she heard Harry's alarm go off. She knew his routine. He would smoke a cigarette, scroll on his phone, and then start dressing for work. Ella remained quiet, daring not to move remembering how Harry had instructed her to make no noise.
She heard Harry walk to the bathroom naked, and without closing the door, she head his urine stream into the toilet. Without flushing she heard him walking back across the room, the holes in front of her door flickered. Her heart started to pound realizing he was standing in front of the door. The overhead light came on in the closet, and she saw Harry's morning erection coming through the glory hole.
Ella wasted no time, grasping him, she pushed spit onto the head of his cock, and then sucked it back off. She took his cock into her mouth, and bobbed, rubbing her lips firmly up and down the shaft, using her tongue to fully lubricate him with her saliva. Once his cock was glistening and wet, she rhythmically bobbed up and down. She felt him stiffen in her mouth, until he was hard and rigid. She would stop her bobbing once in a while to suck the head of his dick, swirling her tongue in circles, and flicking it around the ridge.
Ella felt Harry's cock flex in her mouth, and sped up her rhythm.
Ella heard him moan, "Ahh...fuck..."
She quickly stood up, and bending over, reached between her legs, and grasping his cock, guided it to her pussyhole. Ella felt a thrill of sexual excitement when she heard him moan as her warm pussy enveloped him through the hole in the door. She worked her pussy on his cock, grinding against the door, bouncing and jiggling. Harry started fucking through the hole, ramming his rod into her wet pussy. Ella moaned, and started rubbing her clitoris.
Getting fucked through a hole made Ella so hot. She fantasized that it wasn't Harry's cock, but an unknown stranger, and she felt her pussy swell, and pulsate at the thought.
As her climax was building she told herself she couldn't wait to get fucked by a customer, and ride on the cock of a man whose face she never saw. Or, it could even be someone she knew, an old teacher, or boss, and neither of them would have any idea. She rubbed her clit faster as she climaxed. She started moaning in ecstasy as her pussy squeezed and released Harry's cock with each spasm of her orgasm.
Her orgasm triggered Harry's, and a large gush of semen filled her, and dripped down the edges of his pulsating, wet cock. She pressed back against the door, closing her eyes and feeling his cock twitching slower inside her. His cock slowly withdrew from her pussy, and bobbed against her soft wet vulva, before disappearing back through the hole. The lights immediately flicked off.
Ella sat back down on the mattress, which was now becoming stained with cum. She felt sticky, wet and dirty. And she had to pee really badly. She heard the shower turn on and the door to the bathroom close. She looked over at the plastic bucket and sighed. Squatting on the mattress, she pulled it under her, and held onto both sides of the closet walls.
It took her a moment to get started. The plastic rim of the bucket pressed uncomfortably into her thighs as she held it steady on top of the mattress. Her urine hit the wall of the bucket, and then ran down in a stream to the bottom.
She realized there was no toilet paper. She squeezed her pussy a few times to get any additional drops best she could. She then pulled the bucket out, and carefully put it in the far corner of the closet, with its sloshing, ammonia smelling liquid.
Ella hugged herself, and brought her knees up to her chest. Harry's sperm was still trickling out of her pussy, and the air on her wet pussy made her cold. Ella listened quietly as she heard the shower water turn off, and Harry went about getting dressed for work. She watched the glory holes flicker each time he walked by as he blocked the daylight.
Ella then heard him trudge up the steps through the closet wall, and she heard the door being slammed and bolted.
Ella was just starting to wonder if she was going to be locked in the closet for the rest of the day, when she heard the door at the top of the stairs being unlocked, and a set of heavy steps coming down the stairs. The light from the glory holes was again obstructed, and she heard fumbling with the locks. It was Mike.
She blinked up at him in the sudden brightness. He smiled down at her, seeming to be amused at her humiliation.
"Did you use the bucket?"
"Yes," Ella said quickly.
"Bring it with you."
Ella grabbed the bucket as quickly as she could, and stood up. In the light of the room, Ella flushed, seeing that there were cum stains down the inside of the door. Mike gestured her into the bathroom.
"Flush it."
Ella dumped the contents of the bucket into the toilet and flushed.
"Now rinse it out."
She took it over to the sink and ran water in it, sloshing it around.
