I pulled my top off and said “Tell you what, I’ll show you right now, but it means I sleep in the little house tonight.” And with that I dropped to my knees and unzipped his pants. Before Randy could even respond I was balls deep on his cock and his words were little more than appreciative moans.
“We’ll call this an equivalent to checking credit, so I’m more than happy to show you I’m worthy of your trust.”
I breathed before dropping back on his cock. In spite of a very hard dick bumping the back of my throat, I felt empowered to have taken the proverbial bull by the horns and used the tools I had to make things happen.
Randy moaned for the next ten minutes while I delivered a porn quality sloppy blowjob, only stopping to rub my tits up his wet shaft and ask if he thought he’d be able to handle 48 hours of this.
His moaning increased and I could feel a firm hand in my hair. I knew he was close and was more than a little proud of my work. He bellowed and held my face on his cock as he shot down my throat. I swallowed it all, making exaggerated gulping sounds so he knew what I was doing before slowly pulling off and just licking the tip.
“My god, that was spectacular, I have not cum that hard in forever, I would say your credit check came back with a high rating.” Shared Randy between heavy breaths.
I moved back to the couch, but left my shirt off and went back to sipping my wine.
“Do we have an agreement Mr. Smith?” I asked, looking him dead in the eye and licking my lips.
“We certainly do Ms. Chisholm, we certainly do. You are welcome to move in tonight and I will expect you back at the house this Friday to pay your first month’s rent in full.” Stated Randy in a commanding tone.
I was almost giddy, but tried to maintain my composure. “Yes sir, we have an agreement.” I stated, reaching over to shake his hand realizing my tits were still hanging out.
I grabbed my shirt and strutted, still topless towards the door and my new home. Not having much stuff, it only took me a few hours to get moved in. I also checked out the “little car” Randy had mentioned and found it to be a brand new Miata. I knew it might be wrong, but I got a little wet.
The next morning I was doing an online class and admiring the view when there was a knock on the door. My heart fluttered and I made myself ready to explain why we had to wait until Friday.
To my surprise, a well dressed older gentleman holding a box of groceries was standing in the entryway looking back at my van. Before I could ask, he pushed past me and headed to the kitchen while explaining his role and intent.
“I’m Charles and Mr Smith explained you are our new tenant, I took the liberty of picking up the basics to get you started and have attached the info for our grocery app as well as all my contact info. Please do not not hesitate to reach out if you need anything. It’s lovely to have a fresh face on this stodgy property.” Explained Charles with a comforting smile before heading back to the door.
“Would you like some help moving this vehicle into one of the garages?” He asked with a tone that I suspect was more about removing an eyesore than protecting my van.
“I will leave a door open in the rear garage and an opener on the bench in case you need to retrieve it later.” Stated Charles before closing the door behind him.
I stared at the box of groceries with a bit of disbelief. Was this even real? What was real was the class that I was now missing and needed to return to. A few hours later, I finished cleaning out my van and had parked it in a row of garages fifty yards or so behind my new home. It was now sitting next to a dusty Ferrari and a McClaren that could not have even been street legal. I laughed a little and walked back to the little house. I guess I am a Miata girl now.
Walking up to the front door I noticed a box, maybe Charles forgot something? I grabbed it and went in, pondering what I could make for dinner out of the basics he had left me.
Later in the evening I grabbed the box, sat down at my small dining room table and opened it up. It was immediately obvious this was not from Charles. The butt plug, lube and pair of handcuffs made that more than obvious. It was topped with an elegantly written note stating this was the beginning of Friday’s outfit and he looked forward to my August rent payment. I was wet again.
I got through several more days of school and even tested out the Miata, grabbing lunch on Friday. It felt really good to drive a convertible and kinda even made my nipples hard to feel the wind. Maybe I’m just a horny bitch, hard to say.
After taking the scenic route and touring local backroads, I returned to the house around 4:00 only to be greeted by another box on my porch. It was a lot heavier than the last and I was a little giddy pouring the contents on the table. An elegantly boned basque was followed by strappy heels, stockings, a tiny g-string, an ominous leather collar and a small bottle of perfume. My eyes grew wide.
The note slid out last and read “After shaving yourself smooth, put on everything in the first box and then the contents of this box. Wear nothing else and come to the back door at 6:00 pm.”
I did remember seeing a back door by the garages, but that was a good hundred feet away and exposed me to, well, I guess just trees as the property was absolutely hidden from the road and neighbors. I got even more tingly before heading to the shower.
I had not shaved my pussy in quite some time, this was luxury homelessness did not afford and thanks to Charles I was stocked up to pamper myself in the bathroom. Within the hour I was perfectly smooth and more than a little wet. I padded into the bedroom and stared at the jeweled metal butt plug. Was I really supposed to put something in my own butt? Although I had never had a cock up there, I did have a previous boyfriend that would snake a finger in when he ate me out. I didn’t really mind it, but we had broken up before he had the opportunity to put anything else in my ass.
Well, here goes, I rubbed lube into my hole and then a bunch onto the metal plug and pressed it home. A few deep breaths to relax and it popped in with little pain. I felt full and more than a little dirty.
Next up was nails and makeup and then the lingerie. The stocking and panties felt luxurious on my smooth skin and the collar very naughty as I locked the keyless padlock and spun it around to the back. I was greeted with rhinestones spelling out FUCK ME on the front. I stared at my reflection for a few minutes and then got back to drying and brushing out my red curls. What had I got myself into and how did he know my sizes?
The basque was more of a boob shelf and made very little effort to cover my nipples and the heels were devilishly sexy and I think made my legs and butt look pretty good. I continued to stare at myself in the mirror marveling at was probably the first time in years I felt genuinely sexy until my alarm rang, signaling it was time to walk to the main house.
I opened the front door and took a deep breath. I’d never done anything public before and was terrified and turned on at the same time. Luckily the night was warm and the sensation of heels and a butt plug distracted me from pondering the possibility of any potential public humiliation. By the time I made it to the main house, I had regained my long lost ability to walk in heels and was genuinely enjoying the sensation of something in my ass.