There was a knock at the door. For the briefest of seconds I paused, hesitant if I should put on more clothes, but then immediately decided against it. I opened the door. There was a young woman there, she was probably 20 or 21, wearing simple work clothes, her long pale blond hair caught in a tight ponytail.
"Mary?" I asked, she nodded. She seemed a bit embarrassed, looking me over with light green eyes. I didn't have a shirt on, so my hairy paunch belly was hanging out, over loose cotton pants.
"Come on in, please" I said as I moved aside. She walked in, and her eyes widened in surprise. The living room was huge, as big as most apartments. She looked around, at the kitchen to her right side, almost as big, with the huge stone island in the middle, the corridor leading off to the office, the stairs, both up and down. She knew we were wealthy, based on our address, but probably didn't realize the measure of our wealth. I think the full measure of our differences were finally dawning on her, which I found delicious.
I walked over to the coffee table by the door, and picked up six straight $100 bills, "In case I forget later." I handed them over to her, smiling. It was three times what we agreed, and I saw her hesitation. This was the first test. Would she say anything, or is she desperate for the money? She pocketed all the bills.
"Let me show you where the cleaning supplies are."
She started working. The first hour I stayed in my office, working. I waited for her to find her rhythm, spread out the supplies, and organize the furniture. Then I went to the kitchen. She was on her hands and knees scrubbing some hard to reach stain next to the refrigerator. Her whole body was swaying with the effort, back and forth. She had a small, firm, heart-shaped ass, I stared at it as she was moving, front and back, and I started imagining myself behind her, my hard cock sliding between her lush ass cheeks. I felt myself getting hard. Without underwear, my dick tented the soft trousers in a very noticeable way. The Fabric felt nice, a bit rough, against the soft tissue of my cock. After a few minutes she got up, wiped her brow, and turned in surprise to see me standing at the kitchen's entrance, an obvious erection protruding from my pants. I smiled at her, unconcerned, "you are a very hard worker, Mary. I appreciate that. If I'm impressed by you today, I will have you over every week. Would you like that?" Her gaze was involuntarily magnetized to my huge erection. This was the second test. What would she say? What would she do? "Mary?" I asked again, "Yes, Mr. Schaefer." "Please," I smiled at her, "call me Thomas." I went back to my office.
She continued cleaning the apartment. We agreed that she would vacuum the office, so I knew she would need the vacuum, which was in the bedroom closet. I went upstairs to our bedroom and waited. Another hour went by and I heard her, "Mr. Schaefer? Where is the vacuum cleaner, please? Hello? Mr Schaefer?"
I yelled back at her "In the bedroom! Up the stairs to the right. Come here!". A few seconds passed and I heard her going up the stairs. She stood at the entrance to the bedroom. I was sitting on the bed naked, leaning back a bit on my hands, leg spread, my soft dick slouched to the side. She sighed. "I told you, Mary, call me Thomas." There was a bit, her gaze captured me in full, my nakedness, my ease. She wasn't bashful or afraid. She seemed calculated. $600 every week for a few hours of work. Would it be worth it?
"I like you, Mary," I said, "I'd like to have you every week." I sat straight, rested my hands on my thighs, "have all of you." emphasizing the word "all". Wordlessly, Mary walked into the bedroom, throwing her rubber gloves to the side, then she took off her t-shirt. She was wearing a simple white bra, hugging her B cup breasts. Her nipples were hardening. She went to her knees between my legs. My dick was stirring, hardening. "You have a very nice house," she said, looking up at me. She gently grabbed by dick with her right hand, and lifted it. She gave it a long lick from the base to the head, I shuddered, moaning, "I really like it, and I like you, Thomas." she licked the shaft again, I was hard now. She took the head in her mouth, just the head, slowly licking around it, her saliva started running down the shaft, and she gathered it with her right hand, before starting to jack me off. Her left hand held my testicles gently, and she rubbed them, at the same tempo as jacking me off. She took her mouth of my cock, "I think we can be friends." she took my hard cock back in her mouth, then she pushed her head down, my dick went in her throat and I almost lost it, my entire dick was surrounded in hot, tight, wet softness, there was a loud "pop" sound as she raised her head and my dick popped out, she smiled at me, her lips wet, her right hand was still jacking off my wet cock, I couldn't bear it, I laid back on the bed, my feet spread, she got up, momentarily leaving my cock. She pulled down her pants and panties in one swift motion. She had sparse light blonde pubic hair, covering her pussy, between white creamy thighs. She was only wearing her simple white bra. She put her right knee next to me on the bed, and then the other, moving forward a bit, stradling my stomach, she reached back, grabbed by wet, hard cock, and pointed up, she slowly raised her pelvis and then backed into it. My cockhead touched her soft pussy lips, and my dick was so wet with her spit that it slid up her pussy lips. She controlled the movement in a very deliberate manner, she kept my cockhead between the wet lips of her pussy, and she moved a little bit, rubbing the head between the wet lips, the lips slightly tight, as if kissing the cockhead. I groaned in ecstasy.
"Put it in, Mary, please, I want to fuck you", she chuckled, "yes, Thomas, I want to feel your cock inside me" She slowly put more weight on my dick and it slowly entered her. She was so tight, "oh, god!" I moaned, she smiled, and slowly put more and more of me in her, until I was completely buried in her pussy. Then she rested for a few seconds, her hands on my chest, before moving a bit up and forward, and then back and dowards, and again, up, and down, I groaned again, "oh, god!" I grabbed her tits through the bra, I could feel my orgasm building, her pussy was caressing my entire shaft, up and down, "I need to cum!" I cried out, "get off me, I want to change positions." Mary gingerly lifted her left knee from the bed, and extracted herself from me, I quickly pushed her aside, and stood up, then I was standing behind her, and I pushed on her back. She leaned down. "I'm going to cum inside you, inside your tight pussy, Mary" I spread her legs some more, her blonde pubic hair was glistening with moisture, I rubbed my fingers on her pussy, I didn't start to finger her, I wanted to feel her softness, her slickness, "fuck, Mary, your pussy, it's so wet, so tight, I love fucking it" I grabbed my hard dick by my right hand, and still caressing her with the other hand, held it against her opening, "your a fucking slut, Mary, I love fucking you, I want to cum inside you so bad" I slowly pushed my cock inside her, she moaned as I entered her slowly, inch by inch, "oh, god, yes! Yes!" Her pussy was tight, even tighter than before, her position causing her pussy to grab my dick like a hungry mouth, I pushed into her, then slowly back out half way, and then slammed in again. Again and again, I pulled out and slammed in, like I was running towards my orgasm, I felt strong, and virile, "yes! Take it!" She said nothing, her face buried in the mattress. I slammed into her again, I could feel my balls churning, my whole body was consumed by the need, by the motion, spilling into her in thrust after thrust "ugh! Yes! Again!" and I slammed into her again and again, I could feel my orgasm building, heat from all over my body concentrating on the point where I entered her, I felt like my dick was getting bigger inside her, her pussy tight against it, and then I was cumming, shooting again and again into her, pushing harder and harder and harder.
I was spent. I voided her pussy, my wet dick already softening, I laid back on the back, breathing hard. Mary laid down beside me, her back to me, her hand between her legs, slowly rubbing her clit. I coolded down, my breathing regulated. "OK" I slapped her ass, "back to work!" I left the bedroom for the adjoining shower to clean myself.
About an hour later I went downstairs. I was wearing my cotton pants again and nothing else. Mary was dressed, everything was in place again, and she was by the open door to the apartment, talking to someone. "Mary? Who is that at the door?" I asked her, walking over to her. She didn't answer, she just walked back from the door, smiling a weird triumphant smile. A huge man entered the apartment. He was almost 2 meters, or 6'5'', 6'6'', so wide at the shoulders he could have probably put her narrow ass on each shoulder. His hair shaved, his arms and legs thick with muscles. He looked at me, straight in the eyes. I felt my knees go weak, "I'm Peter. I'm Mary's boyfriend. She called me and let me know what happened." He walked over to me and without thinking I backed into the living room. "Show me the bedroom, where you defiled her."
"I, I, I..." I stammered, retreating, he reached out and laid one huge paw on my shoulder, stopping me in my tracks. His hand was warm, and I could feel butterflies in my stomach, "now, Thomas. Take me to your bedroom. Show me where you forced my girlfriend to have sex with you" I walked up the stairs, he was behind me, his warm hand on the small of my back, pushing me forward, controlling my movement, and Mary a few steps behind him as well. He pushed me into the bedroom.
"Where was it?" I pointed wordlessly at the bed. "Go over there" I reached the bed, he was standing behind me, I could feel the heat of his huge frame, without looking back I knew he was very close to me
"What was the first thing she did to you?" I didn't answer. He put his large paw on the back of my neck, not hitting me, just placing it there, covering the back of my neck, his fingers feeling my fluttering pulse, "answer me, Thomas. So we can hear you."
"She sucked me off."
"What?"
"She gave me a blowjob. She sucked my dick." I could feel a stirring in my loins, my dick ever so slightly rubbing against the soft fabric of my pants
"Get on your knees." He told me. He slightly put pressure on my neck. I didn't know what he'd do if I refused. I didn't want to refuse. I turned back to him, his hand was now holding my neck, connecting us. We were making eye contact and I shivered. I slowly went to my knees, and he started unbuckling and removing his belt, and then opened the button on his fly. I unzipped him. He had some gray boxers on, and I could see the prominent bulge in them, and smell his precum. rubbed his penis through the boxers, feeling the soft hardness of his cock, "take me in your mouth, Thomas, like my Mary took you in her mouth", I pulled down the jeans and boxers, and his hard dick sprung out. I grabbed the large member with both hands, and licked around the head, "that's it, cocksucker, that's it" I took the head in my mouth, the mushroom spongy thing filled my mouth. I traced its contours with my tongue, sliding on the slit, tasting his precum, "oh, yea, I like that" I could Mary by the door, if I concentrated I could hear the same sounds I heard before, rubbing herself
I took more of his hard member in my mouth, he moaned, I sucked up and down his hard shaft, and gathering spit from the dick I rubbed it all over the shaft with both my hands. Peter was groaning, "ugh, fuck, yes, suck my dick cocksucker" I licked around the shaft, kissing it, jacking him off with one hand, up and down, and then I put the whole thing in my mouth, he moaned again, "ugh, ugh, fuck, so close, this feels so good, baby" then I heard Mary urgently calling out to her boyfriend, "no, baby, you need to fuck him, fuck him in the ass." Peter shook himself then pushed me off his dick.
"On the bed, on your back" he ordered in a hoarse voice. I looked up at him. He looked down at me. I stood up, and pulled down my pants, I was completely naked, while he was still mostly dressed, his shirt stretched over his wide chest, jeans and boxers pooled around his angles. I was hard at steel. He grabbed me by the neck again and pulled me into a hard kiss, his tongue invading my mouth, and for a second I couldn't breath. Then he pushed me to the bed. I laid back
"You're about to get fucked, Thomas. What do you think about that?"
"Yes, please fuck me, Peter. I want to feel your hard cock inside me. Use me like I used your woman."
I was leaking precum all over myself. I didn't want to touch myself because I knew I would cum. I looked at him, shaking with excitement. I lifted my legs and he grabbed one in each hand, spreading them in a wide V shape. He put his cock against my asshole. "Too dry." he mumbled, and suddenly Mary was there. She was wearing one of her rubber gloves on her right hand, and there was a generous amount of vaseline on it. She slowly circled my anus with two fingers. I shuddered. She smirked at me, "we want to have you every week, Thomas" and pressed in with her fingers, slowly she entered me, I groaned, and she fucked me with her fingers for a few strokes, "OK, enough." Peter growled at her. He held his cock against my puckered entrance, and then pushed in. I breathed deep, relaxing myself, as he entered me.
`Oh, god, oh, fuck, yes, fuck me, Peter, fuck me hard!"
He complied. He slammed into me hard, "take it, Thomas, take it, you slut, take my hard cock" with every thrust his huge dick was pressing against my prostate, and I was going wild. I moaned, begging him to fuck me, as he slammed into me, again and again.
Then my wife was at our bedroom door. Her eyes widened in shock. Her husband on the bed, completely naked, his dick hard as a rock, legs spread wide like a whore, and a very large man, his tight ass pistoning in and out, as he slammed into her husband again and again, our young maid, one hand on one exposed breast, the other between her legs, two fingers stuck deep inside her pussy, Susan gasped, I looked over to see who gasped, saw her, and immediately started cumming "oh, Susan, oh fuck, his fucking me, I'm cumming, I'm cumming! I can feel him cumming! He's cumming inside me!" Peter was now moaning hard, punctuating each slam, as he shot his jizz deep into me, again and again and again.
Mary stared at Susan, her eyes wide, frozen in place, Peter looked back over his shoulder, he was still holding my legs, he was in that euphoric place men go to right after orgasming, but he was slightly cooling down, and maybe he was about to say something, when my wife, starting to unbutton her blouse, turned to Mary and said, "you poor thing, you didn't cum yet? Let me help you with that."
POLYAMORY IS WRONG! It is either Multiamory or Polyphilia, but mixing Greek and Latin Roots? WRONG!