I slept in. So sue me. I had the day off so I was entitled. I had exactly nothing planned for the day and that was what I was going to do.
Oh, yeah, I suppose you're wondering who I am. My name is, believe it or not, Glowing Beam of Amber Moonlight. I go by the name of Amber, for reasons that should be self-evident. There should be a law against parents getting naming rights when they choose names like that. I've found Amber to be a much more respectable name.
I'm twenty, well, nearly, anyway. I'm quite smart, in my own opinion, and that is the one that counts, after all. I'm currently sharing a house with three other girls. It's not that we have a women only policy when renting a share of the house. Things just seem to work out that way.
The other three were all at work today. I'd been owed some time off and the boss let me have a three day weekend, and today was my day to relax. I hopped out of bed, dropped my pyjamas on the floor, and walked naked down to the bathroom for a shower.
I actually like walking around naked in the house, but officially it's against house rules. I think that's because the other women would feel uncomfortable if they're with a boyfriend and I came strolling through starkers. They can probably see their boyfriends comparing my figure with theirs, with theirs losing in the comparison. I pointed out that the boys would still compare even if I was dressed, but got voted down.
Today, with no-one home, it was a case of to hell with the rules.
After my shower I headed down to the kitchen for breakfast. Still starkers. I had no intention of getting clothes on until the others were due home. I had my smartphone with me, blasting music. No headphones. That's another rule I don't agree with. I abide by it when the others are around because we have different tastes in music, but by myself, I like my music loud.
Feeling hungry I was concentrating on my breakfast and I'd completely forgotten what Karen had told me the night before. I danced my way into the kitchen, fingers snapping the beat, bouncing around as I went, and when I'm bouncing naked I have a lot of bounce, I assure you.
As a matter of fact my breasts continued to bounce while I stood stock still in the middle of the kitchen staring at a couple of men who were staring right back at me. The difference being I would have had a look of shock on my face while they had looks of sexual appreciation.
One of the guys I recognised, he was the owner. The other I didn't, but he was a workman of some kind. On the floor next to them was the old stove, with a brand new stove already in place. That's when I remembered what Karen had told me. The owner was replacing the crappy old stove today and I wasn't to get in the way. If I hadn't been playing my music so loudly I'd probably have heard them working.
"Amber," said the owner, nodding to me. "Karen let us in before she went to work. She said that you knew we were coming."
"Ah, yes, I did," I admitted. "Ah, excuse me. I think I forgot something."
Like, clothes. Time to beat a retreat.
"Don't be in such a hurry," said the owner. "If you knew we were coming then I'd guess this little display is for our benefit, and we really would like to show you how much we appreciate it."
No thanks. I was out of there. I started to turn but found that the workman had sort of drifted between me and the door.
"Ah, Boss, who goes first?"
First? Oh my god. They were both going to jump her. How did she get out of this?
"Well, I'm not going to be selfish and claim first go by right. Why don't we just give her a sample and let her choose?"
Sample? What the fuck did he mean by a sample? I found out fast enough. While I'd been eyeing the second man and wondering if I could dodge past him the owner had snuck up on me. The first I knew of how close he was, was when he grabbed my arm and turned me to face the kitchen table. One hand holding my arm and the other in the middle of my back, the owner forced me to bend forward over the table.
He held me there quite easily, and I could hear him unzipping. I was swearing and I tried to kick him. Boy, was that a mistake. I hurt my toes and then a big hand came spanking down on my bottom.
"Don't kick," the owner told me, speaking quietly but firmly. You can afford to be quiet and firm when you've got a hand that doesn't mind bouncing of a poor girl's bare bottom.
"Now stop worrying. All I'm going to do is slide my cock into you so you know what it feels like. Then I'll take it right back out."
Oh yes. As if I hadn't heard that one before. I didn't believe it the first time a boy tried it on me and I didn't believe it now. OK. So maybe, just maybe, I fell for that trick the first time. I've never fallen for it since then.
There wasn't much I could do about it. I was firmly pinned against the table and when I felt the owner pressing his erection against me all I could do was swear at him. It turned out I couldn't do that, either, because he spanked me again, telling me not to swear as it's not nice. And spanking and a little rape is? I didn't ask that out loud. It might have got me another spank.
The owner just pressed slowly into me, taking his time and letting me get used to him. I guess you could say he was being considerate, in his own weird way. That didn't stop him from pressing all the way in, filling me really deep. When I felt his groin rubbing against my mound I was almost ready to start trembling. This was where he'd start really riding me.
I felt him pulling slowly back, and I was waiting for that pause and headlong rush back into me. Instead of which, he popped right out.
I'll be damned, I thought. He actually meant it. In and out and that's all. It was hugely irritating, but I was getting off lightly.
Next thing I know the workman is spinning me around so my back is to the table. He's pressing against my breasts, forcing me to lean backwards.
"Nah," he was saying. "Women like to be able to see it coming. You just watch."
I instinctively looked down and the workman's cock is sticking right out there, menacing me. I flung a desperate look at the owner and he caught it and answered me.
"Just relax and don't worry. Same as me, in and out."
I didn't know what the fuck they thought they were playing at but I guessed holding still while he gave me a single poke wouldn't kill me. It might kill him if I could get my hands around his throat, but that was another matter.
The workman had absolutely none of the finesse that the owner had showed. He just lined up and banged it in. It could have been quite nasty if the owner hadn't prepared the way, so to speak. He also withdrew the same way. He pulled out so fast I almost expected to hear a pop, like you hear when a cork is pulled out of a bottle real fast.
Then he stood there, arms akimbo, dick waving, looking smug.
"And I didn't have to smack her around to get her to let me stick it in," he pointed out, smirking at the owner.
