by Susan Sass
Erin sighed, "No, not particularly, I just hope we can get along. Living with people you don't like is worse than daily root canals."
I nodded my head in agreement, "Just try not to be too difficult and I'm sure you'll all get along fine."
She showed me her teeth in a way that was more like fist shaking than smiling.
"Honestly, I hand picked each girl for their own special reason, so I think you have a pretty good chance of fitting in around this zoo."
"I hope so," she said, and like an entrance cue in a play, the front door opened and in whipped Hurricane Girlasaurus-rex. Near shouting level volume, 10 different conversations going between 4 different girls at Joeyh 9, it was a cacophony of nonsense to me as they rounded the corner into the kitchen to my left. So I did what I thought was the smart thing and just sat back. The girls were a flurry of moving activity that boggled my mind. Instead of trying to understand, I just picked up my glass of water and sipped. Then, almost instantaneously, all noise and movement stopped. The scene reminded me of two stray cat unsure of one another as I saw Erin lean back and survey the rest of my girls while they returned the favor in kind. There was this tension in the room that could be felt by everyone there.
For about a full 10 seconds there was utter silence, then Leanne asked the obvious question, "Why is there a sandwich on the floor?"
"Because our new resident has something of a temper problem," I said casually, "something I hope to tame."
Erin made an indelicate snorting sound, but Rachel was the one to talk, "So you're #5?"
"I suppose I am," sighed Erin.
"Did you apply for the job through the add?"
"What add? No. My car broke down across the street and I needed to use someone's phone, so I chose this house. Next thing I know this con-artist here," she derisively flicked her fingers at me, "had me agreeing to live in this mad house."
Bree sneered, "Pulling them in off the street Chad? Isn't slumming kind of low?"
Before I could say anything Erin snapped back, "No worse than adopting daddies little princess."
They glared at one another for a moment before Bree sniffed and turned away. Calling back over her should she said, "I'm going to take a shower."
"That's actually not a bad idea," mumbled Erin, "You all smell like the gym," then looking down at her own dirty skin she sighed. Standing up, Erin walked over to the other girls and grabbed Rachel and Leanne by the wrists, "Let's go get you girls cleaned up. You smell awful. We can't have the man of the house befoul his nostrils with the scent of you." She delivered that last part with such scathing sarcasm I was surprised to find my skin still on my body when I looked down.
Angela stood back and loitered for a moment, trying very hard to look nonchalant and miserably failing. "Yes, Angela?"
She looked at me like she was surprised for a moment, then dropped the act and stalked over to me, looking really quite intent. "You haven't touched me."
"Pardon?" I asked.
"Since I have been here you haven't so much as looked at me twice," she put her hands down on the table, getting eye to eye with me and letting me see the anger there while presenting me with a rather enticing view of her lovely cleavage. I noticed she had on a sports top and little spandex shorts that hugged every curve of her hips.
"Is that so?" I asked in a soft, slow voice as my hand moved on top of hers. "Well you know I'm a very busy man, don't you?" I asked as I leaned forward, my finger tips tracing light little lines up the soft skin of her hand and arm. I saw goosebumps raise on her skin as my hand moved up her arm. She closed her eyes, simply enjoying the sensation. I moved closer and closer until I was just a few inches from her face with my own, my fingers reaching her neck and trailing little circles around the sensitive skin there. "I suppose I've worked pretty hard today, and I think I could use another shower. Why don't you come wash my back for me?"
Angela's eyes opened slowly and I could see the heat there had transformed from a simmering anger into an inferno of desire. That was all the agreement I needed. Smiling deviously I stood up and lifted her chin with my fingertips until she was standing up with me. Its a funny thing, watching a woman become aroused right in front of you, at least if you know what to look for. I watched as her lips and face delicately blushed, and her pupils dilated. Her breathing became slower and deeper, pushing her breasts out and making her nipples hard. I ran my hand lightly down her front, not quite touching her chest, and grabbed her hand when they got close to each other.
Turning I pulled Angela with me out of the kitchen and down the hall to my bedroom. I guided her in the door first, then closed the door after I walked in, clicking my door lock.
Angela stood facing away from me still, so I walked up behind her, putting my hands on both sides of her waist, firmly gripping her as my head turned sideways and my lips came down on her neck, lightly kissing and claiming ownership of that spot. My hands wandered, one moving up to her breasts, the other down the inside of her thigh, then switching.
"Funny. I thought you would be wild in bed, but here you are acting like a kitten instead of a tiger. Was I wrong?"
Angela giggled, "I'm just trying to enjoy it. I haven't been with a man in a while, so I'm trying to get used to it again."
I spun her around and put a hand firmly on her lower back, pressing her to me, the other moving to the back of her neck pulling her lips to mine.
Angela's hands came alive as her mouth opened on mine, our tongues meeting for the first time. I heard a low moan escape from her as her hands grabbed at my back, pulling her tighter to me.
I reluctantly broke off the kiss, rolling my shoulders and shaking my head to try to regain some of my self control, which was made doubly hard by the fact that I had a gorgeous girl trying to pull my clothes off. Gently but firmly I grabbed her hands and pulled them away from me. "Young lady, we came here to get you nice and clean, and here you are trying to distract me."
Angela put on a look of mock abashment, "I know Sir, I'm sorry."
"Not half as sorry as you're going to be." I said forebodingly, "Now you get undressed while I go turn on the water."
"Yes Sir," She replied quietly, already removing her spandex shorts.
I turned away, trying not to be distracted and only half succeeding. I strode into the bathroom, reaching into the shower and turning on the water. Making sure it would be the temperature I wanted it to be I quickly stripped down to my boxers, tossing my clothes in the basket and tried to clear my head. I could feel my manhood straining against my boxers. You would think that with that much sexual activity in the house I might wear out my libido, but luckily the opposite was true.
I turned and walked back into my bedroom, noting the position that Angela took. As I got closer I admired her smooth pale skin, speckled with freckles across her chest and shoulders. Admiring her was made that much easier by the fact that she was on her knees, legs spread wide, with her hands on her ankles behind her which pushed her chest out even further. Her head hung slightly to the side, exposing the soft skin of her neck and letting her fine red hair flow down over her shoulder. Her eyes were down as I walked in and she only peeked up for a second before looking down again. I could see her flush from her chest to her face, whether in excitement or embarrassment, I wasn't certain. Very probably a mixture of the two.
I moved closer, brushing my fingers lightly against her skin as I walked behind her. "I take it you think I've been neglecting you."
Angela shivered as my fingers roved lazily across her shoulder, moving between the freckles and drawing little designs, but she kept her eyes looking down. "Maybe not neglected. I mean, you are pretty busy. I guess I'm just a little selfish."
I slid my hand up to the base of her neck and and tangled my fingers into a large knot of her silky hair, then pulled back on it firmly, making her look up at me and gasp in surprise as I watched more goosebumps raise on her skin. "That's OK. Sometimes being selfish is the only way to get what you want." I moved around in
front of her, holding her head firmly in place, "Of course I think this is something we both want, so I find that even more acceptable." I was standing in front of her then, my excitement obvious through my boxers. Obvious enough that it had most of her attention at least. She licked her lips, then looked up at me questioningly.
"May I?" She asked.
I put on a facade of ignorance. "May you what?" I asked innocently.
Angela groaned. "Please don't make me beg."
I smiled devilishly at her, "But I think that's what you want me to make you do," I moved my foot between her leg and pressed it firmly into her already damp sex, "And I think you can probably beg very prettily when you want to. Lets hear it."
Angela groaned and pushed her weight down onto my foot, trying to satisfy herself and already getting frustrated at how meager the touch was.
"Please," she moaned, " please let me pleasure you with my mouth."
"That wasn't so hard was it?" I said as I lowered my boxers with my once free hand, letting my hard shaft spring free.
Angela looked up at me for permission, hesitantly pulling against my grip on her hair. "Slowly." I warned her. She nodded her agreement and as I released her hair her mouth crept forward. I could feel her breath on my skin a moment or two before her lips brushed for the first time against my stiff member. Her lips circled the very tip as her tongue came out to lightly lick me around the head. I licked my suddenly dry lips as she opened up suddenly and took me into her velvety soft mouth, running her tongue down the length of my shaft and back up, already encouraging me to fill her mouth.
I cleared my throat, "You've got a little experience at this, don't you?"
In answer to my question her hands came up, one cupping and caressing the sensitive skin of my sack, the other circling around the base of my shaft and squeezing down lightly, but firmly, trapping the blood in my already hard member and making it even bigger as more pumped in, increasing the sensitivity of my head as her mouth moved back and forth, squeezing and sucking, trying to milk me dry.
I grabbed a hand full of her hair again, pulling her down hard, forcing my cock deep into her mouth and down her throat. She gagged for a moment before adjusting, and I could feel her throat relax as I pulled out and rammed down her throat again. Groaning, I held her there for a moment, enjoying the sensation, then I pulled back out letting go of her hair. Angela immediately started coughing and trying to recover her breath. After a few seconds she had regained some of her composure and looked up at me.
"Did I tell you that you could stop?" I asked. As Angela leaned back in I put a hand on her shoulder. "Too late now. Stand up, " I ordered her.
Angela stood up, looking very sheepish now. "I'm sorry, Sir."
"Bend over the bed." I said as I turned around and headed towards my dresser. 'Not handcuffs', I thought to myself, 'how about some bondage ribbon?' Reaching my dresser I pulled out a roll of ribbon about 3' long. 'Perfect.' I started to close the drawer, but noticed something out of the corner of my eye. On impulse I grabbed a blindfold as well. As I walked slowly back towards her I noticed for the first time how absolutely hairless her snatch was. I would have to ask her how she did it, it might come in handy for the other girls.
When I was close I tossed the blindfold on the bed for her to see. I saw a visible shutter and smiled as I unrolled the ribbon. "Put your hands behind your back. Grab your opposite elbows with your hands." Angela complied quickly and I started on one side, wrapping a few times and then proceeding to wrap her arms like a candy cane, making sure they stayed stuck to one another. When I reached the other side I wrapped the remainder firmly around her other elbow.
"Comfortable?" I asked. Her only response was a jerky nod. For a moment I was worried she might not be enjoying herself, but as I moved my hand down to her crotch I could feel a bonfire cooking there. Her slit was absolutely drenched. Chuckling, I asked coyly, "What has you so excited?"
"The blindfold, Sir," I heard her mumble.
"Is that so? And why is that?" I asked.
Angela tried to shrug, "Just the idea of not knowing whats coming next, you have complete control and I can't even tell what you're planning to do. The thought alone is enough to get me wet."
"Well then let's get it over those pesky eyes of yours and then we can have some real fun."
Angela groaned as I slid the blind fold over her eyes. Pulling my hands back down and over her hair, then the soft skin of her back. Moving to one side I left one hand on her lower back, firmly holding her in place as my other hand glided over her backside, rubbing in large circles. Then, lifting my hand up high I waited for a few seconds, letting the tension build. I could see her muscle all tighten in anticipation of the first swat.
I let the tension build for a few more seconds before bringing my hand down with a resounding WHACK. Angela's entire body jumped against my hand like she was struck by lightening, but the only sound that escaped her lips was a long, low moan. I watched as my hand print slowly formed on her backside. Raising my hand again I applied another solid sJoeyk to her other cheek, prompting another jump, smaller than the last. Shaking the slight sting out of my palm I brought down another hard spank, and this time Angela was able to control herself, staying put and not jumping.
I gave her a few more hard swats before I ran my hand back over her reddening bottom, feeling the heat starting to rise as the first shades of pink began to show through. Then, moving my hand lower, I dragged my fingers down along her wet slit to her clit, rubbing a quick circle there before dragging back down along her slit and then up again, making another quick circle around her clit. As I rubbed I pushed my fingers deeper between her lips, eventually finding her love canal. I circled my first two fingers around it, getting them nice and wet, then slowly pushed my fingers in to the last knuckle, using my lower two fingers to press hard into her clit.
I moved my hand in slow rhythmic motions, then quick circles, and then back again for a few minutes making her moan and buck her hips. "You're quite the little slut, aren't you Angela?"
Angela pushed down on my fingers hard, trying to get herself off with little success. "Oh god yes! I'm such a little slut. I'm yours. Please use me."
I pulled my fingers from her tight snatch, making her groan in disappointment. Moving my fingers in front of her face, "Open up slut. Your dirty pussy has got my fingers all wet. Now clean them off."
Angela eagerly opened her mouth and quickly licked my fingers clean, doing a thorough enough job that I might almost think she enjoyed the taste of her own juices. When my fingers were entirely clean I pulled them from her mouth, then moved my hand back around behind her. Rubbing her still pink bottom I lifted my hand again, striking several times, going back and forth between her cheeks randomly. I paused after the first few swats, rubbing her bottom and occasionally dipping my fingers between her legs, rubbing her dripping pussy lightly, making her ass raise into the air. When her ass was as raised as it could be I applied a few vicious spanks to her rapidly reddening backside.
Angela was a symphony of sound; gasping, yelping, sighing, moaning. All the right signs that the horny little kinkster was thoroughly enjoying herself.
I built her up like that for a few minutes, letting her get close to orgasm, but never quite letting her reach it. It wasn't long before she started begging. "Please, Sir. Let me cum. God I need to cum so bad, please let me."
I chuckled as her begging became more desperate. "Without me? How selfish of you."
I removed my hand and stepped back, leaving her wriggling her ass for more. "Then fuck my pussy, we'll cum together. Anything you want. Fill my dirty pussy with your cum. Fill me until it leaks out."
"Hmm," I said slowly, "You make an interesting proposition, but I'd rather not get you pregnant your first week here."
"Ha," she replied, "Good luck getting me pregnant. There's a magical little 'T' inside of me that makes that rather difficult."
"Is that so?" I said appreciatively, "Thinking ahead. Good girl." I push
ed down my boxers and stepped out of them, my rock hard cock ready to see some action. Stepping up behind her, I used my foot to push her legs farther apart. Inching closer, I used one hand to position my raging manhood at her entrance, then reached down with my other hand to grab a fistful of her long red hair, pulling back roughly and making her cry out. With her head pulled firmly back, I slowly pushed my cock forward. Feeling the wetness of her pussy on my head, I ran the tip of my cock up and down her slit, getting it slick with her love juices, then, finding her entrance, I forced my way in roughly, my shaft easily slipping deep inside of her moist snatch.
Angela groaned as I buried myself in to the hilt. I felt the warm, wet walls of her pussy tighten on me, making the already delicious sensation even more pleasurable as she squeezed down hard. With one hand still wrapped in her hair, I sJoeyked her ass hard with the other, the resounding slaps eliciting a decidedly aroused verbal response from the naughty girl. "Oh fuck yes. Spank my ass and pound my dirty fuck hole. Harder! God, YES!"