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Apartment Hunt Fuck Pt. 02: Move-In

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A week after meeting Blake and Nick, Jon was moving in. He had rented a moving truck early on Saturday morning, packed up the furniture and minimal belongings in his old apartment, and drove the short distance to his new living situation with the former frat stars.

It was bittersweet getting roommates, but he was also anxiously excited for a fresh start. He would certainly have more money in his pocket due to the dirt-cheap rent they were making him pay. Of course, it came with a cost of having to clean after the guys (which would be no small feat) and the requirement of being at their sexual beck and call (not that Jon minded). The arrangement was awesome in concept, but the reality did make him a little nervous: How often would they want to use him? What if they got tired of him?

When he opened the front door as a roommate, carrying a large box of his clothes, he found Blake and Nick watching college football on the couch wearing nothing but sweatpants and drinking beer.

“Oh fuck, we forgot you’re moving in today,” said Blake, somewhat dumbfounded. Blake always seemed to have an intensely cute look of confusion on his face, almost like a puppy. His soft blue eyes and curly blonde hair added to the image.

“Bro, let us help you move in your shit,” added Nick. He was easily one of the most manly guys Jon had ever met, with his muscled, hairy body and deep voice. “Oh wait…” Nick said, watching the TV intently. “That’s it…oh hell yes! Touchdown!!”

Blake and Nick stood up to cheer on their team, bumping chests and finishing their beers. Jon couldn’t believe what he’d signed up for. Still, he noticed his dick getting hard.

“Okay,” Blake said, returning to reality and completely hyped. “Let’s get you moved in!”

The guys casually walked outside, half-clothed, to help Jon move in his items. As they grabbed his boxes and various pieces of bulky furniture, Jon couldn’t help but notice their bulging muscles and sweaty skin. The outlines of their sizable dicks were clearly visible in their light-colored sweatpants. Of course, he didn’t need to imagine what they looked like. He knew from the previous weekend that these men were hung and came buckets.

Each of them had to take a few trips between the van and the house. All worked up a sweat. For Blake, his smooth, tanned skin glistened under the sun, while for Nick, his chest hair accumulated the sweat and became matted and flat against his bulging pecs. If they had asked, he would have sucked them off right then and there. But he knew they were (at least supposedly) straight, so he waited until they asked for his help.

Once all escort taksim of his items were inside, the guys returned to their football game while Jon went to return his moving van. Jon was extremely tempted to jerk off in the moving van from all the pent-up sexual energy of moving. But he also wanted to make sure he had enough sexual energy for the guys, just in case they wanted him tonight. After all, it was his first day on the job, so to speak.

He returned to the house a few hours later as the sun was setting, only to find his new roommates still on the couch. They hadn’t put on any more clothes. In fact, they were now only wearing their loose-fitting boxers. A bunch more empty beer cans littered the floor around them, and both looked like they had drank a few too many.

“Bro, you’re back,” said Blake with a silly smile.

“Yep,” said Jon, chuckling at their appearance. “I’m all moved-in, finally.”

“I was just thinking about you,” said Nick.

“Dude, that sounds so gay,” Blake said, making fun of his friend.

“Whatever bro,” Nick responded confidently. “We both had our fun with him last weekend.”

Jon laughed at their ridiculousness and sat down on the couch between them. He immediately noticed the smell of beer and their natural musk. It was clear they hadn’t showered in at least a day, which Jon found absolutely intoxicating.

“Thanks for the help earlier,” said Jon.

“No problem, man,” Nick replied. It was clear he was the more lucid of the two frat stars, although not by much. “Gotta help a bro out when you can.”

Jon turned to look at Blake, he was already starting to doze off despite it only being around 7pm.

“How much did he have?” Jon asked

“Who knows. Too much,” Nick responded. “I can hold my liquor better,” he added with a soft smile.

“Did your team win at least?”

“Yeah,” said Nick. “Tons of touchdowns. We had a beer for each,” he said with a huge belch.

There was a brief pause in which Jon didn’t know what to do. Blake was seemingly completely asleep, Nick seemed a bit drunk, and Jon was exhausted after a long day of moving. Figuring that the guys weren’t up for any sexual escapades that night, he decided to head to his room.

“Well, I think I’ll go unpack a few more boxes and go to bed,” said Jon, starting to get up from the couch.

But just as he got up, he felt Nick grab his hand and pull him back down. Surprised, Jon lost his balance and ended up on sprawled across the couch, his head on Nick’s bare stomach.

“Not too fast, buddy,” said Nick with a devious smile. “You’re so small, it’s easy to pull escort izmit you back down.”

Then, Nick pulled down his boxers, leaving him fully naked on the couch.

Jon was immediately met with the strongest, most masculine scent he’d ever experienced coming from Nick’s groin. It was the physical embodiment of a hunky, sweaty, drunk frat star. Nick was covered in black hair, which retained his manly stench. And he was so muscular that even with all the hair, he still looked incredibly toned.

Laying across the couch, Jon began to stroke Nick’s flaccid cock. As he felt it begin to harden, he could see Blake on the other side of the couch, still fast asleep. Nick began to moan in enjoyment.

“That’s it, man,” said Nick in his deep voice. “Now put it in your mouth.”

Jon did as he was told, lowering his mouth onto Nick’s semi-hard cock.

He knew from last time that Nick was about 6.5 inches when fully erect and super thick. He loved cocks like Nick’s, because he had to work to get them entirely inside his mouth. He was used to length, but girth was unusual for him. But he loved a challenge.

“This is why we wanted a gay guy,” Nick slurred out. “Happy to to suck me off whenever.”

Nick grabbed the back of Jon’s head and began thrusting inside his mouth. He wasn’t as forceful as he’d been the last time around, probably because of his intoxication. Still, Nick pushed Jon’s head down so that his lips touched Nick’s thick, wet pubes with every thrust. Jon’s saliva pooled around Nick’s cock, slobbering it up and giving him the ability to better glide along his thick shaft.

But despite Jon’s hard work, Nick still wasn’t entirely hard. Clearly, the beer had given him a case of “whiskey dick.” But Jon was eager to get his new roommate off, so he decided to take matters into his own hands.

He momentarily pushed himself away from Nick’s cock and got on his knees on the ground. Nick seemed surprised, but then smiled when he saw Jon between his legs. Jon grabbed the base of Nick’s dick and slapped it against his cheeks.

“You have such a big dick,” said Jon, staring directly into Nick’s eyes. “I don’t know if I’ve ever seen such a thick cock before.”

“Girls think it’s too big,” Nick grunted.

“Not for me,” said Jon. “Remember how you fucked me with it last week? You really stretched out my tight little pussy with your fat cock.”

Jon noticed Nick getting harder now. He began to jerk off Nick while licking his hairy, low-hanging balls.

“Fuck,” Nick moaned. “I fucked your tight pussy so good.”

Jon couldn’t believe that escort kağıthane Blake hadn’t woken up from all the noise, but he was still fast asleep on the couch.

Now that Nick was almost to full-mast, Jon wrapped his lips back around Nick’s wide head and began to suck him off as fast as he could. But he knew that if Nick was going to cum, he’d need to do more.

Jon decided to try something new. While holding the base of Jon’s cock with his left hand, he used his free right hand to push apart Nick’s beefy thighs. Then, he pushed his index finger right up against Nick’s asshole. It was covered in hair and sweaty, removing the need for any spit or lube.

“Oh fuck,” Nick grunted. He seemed a bit confused, but also enjoying the novel sensation.

Soon, Jon wasn’t just playing with Nick’s asshole, he was fingering him. He felt Nick’s hole relax as it became used to having a finger inside it. And finally, Nick’s cock was as hard at it had been when he was sober. Nick’s work had fucking paid off.

Nick grabbed the back of Jon’s head and began face-fucking him again.

“Take my big cock, you little slut,” Nick grunted as he took Jon’s finger up the ass.

Jon choked on Nick’s huge dick as it rammed into the back of his throat. But he knew he didn’t need to hold out much longer, because Nick’s balls began to tighten, signaling his imminent orgasm.

“Fuck, fuck…FUCK!” Nick groaned loudly as his dick erupted. Wads of hot, salty cum sprayed into Jon’s mouth.

“Swallow my cum, bro!!!” Nick grunted deeply as more and more jizz shot down Jon’s throat.

Jon continued fingering Nick in an effort to milk every last drop of cum out of him. Nick continued holding down Jon’s head as jizz spurted out.

Finally, Nick came down from his orgasm and pushed Jon off his dick. He twitched a little when Jon removed his finger from his ass, but didn’t say anything about it.

Jon, whose clothes were now wet with Nick’s sweat, sat down on the couch between a naked Nick and a still passed-out Blake.

“Thanks, bro,” said Nick, his eyes already have closed. “That was great.”

“No problem,” said Jon, satisfied with a job well done.

“See you in the morning,” said Nick. Jon expected him to get off the couch and go to bed, but instead he passed out on the couch right then and there, his softening cock still dribbling out cum and his sweaty, hairy body making the couch damp.

Jon laughed, then unbuttoned his pants. As the two men slept off their drinks from the day, Jon whipped out his fully erect cock and jerked off next to them. He stared at his hot new roommates and took in their stench. He was so horny from the day, that he came in under a minute. He let his load spray onto his shirt, since it was already soiled with Nick’s sweat.

Finally, Jon got off the couch and went to his new bedroom. He was fucking thrilled with his new living situation.

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“Definitely desperate,” Ann comments on her reflections in the mirror. Her pristine white blouse shows she doesn’t want to be obvious, but it is buttoned down to show the opposite. Maybe this will work better than the power suits she has worn this week Her skirt is short enough to show of most of her legs. She will do almost anything to get a deal.

Ann will have to work miracles. Her business trip did not turn out as well as she hoped it would. She hasn’t been able to get even near a deal. Spending her days negotiating endlessly in one of the hotels conference rooms has been a waste of time. The clients habit of inventing new demands and asking additional questions has driven her to the edge. Every other hour she wants to throw the newest version of the contracts in his face. Apparently he wants to make sure she can’t live up to his expectations. Although she did her best, her efforts didn’t get her anywhere and she doesn’t have much hope left.

Today is Friday. A different approach might loosen him up and anyway, there is little to loose. This will be her version of casual Friday. When she walks the terrace to meet him he looks amused. His lips curl up in an smile, but he talks business as usual. Didn’t he notice the change of style?

For an hour they talk business in the same way as the days before. He still doubts and she isn’t able to assure him enough. “We are not getting anywhere,” he says after an hour or two. “I don’t think we will be able to sign any contract as long as you haven’t met further conditions.”

This will be hard to tell this at the office. A lot of work has been flushed down the drain. Ann’s client has left without even making a promise. Even worse she has missed her plane. She will have to wait another day.

Ann decides to do what a woman does best: shopping. She ends up buying a tiny white bikini. It isn’t decent enough to wear in the business hotels she normally visits. Even at the beach this skimpy outfit would be daring.

But the client left, the sun is shining and the pool is tempting she decides to take adana escort a dive. In the water Ann discovers the bikini is even more daring then she expected. Her nipples are clearly visible through the thin fabric and the bikini bottom seems to show all too. It will be hard to get out of the water in a decent way.

Still in the water Ann sees her client. At first she thinks he will walk by, but he is heading for the pool. Ann pretends she didn’t notice him and hopes he will have the courtesy to do the same. Showing some daring cleavage is one thing, wearing a tiny bikini another. But he doesn’t walk by.

“Still here?” he asks surprised. “I thought you would be on your way back home.” Ann tries to avoid the conversation with a short answer hoping he will leave, but he stays. She swims to the edge and answers his questions without leaving the water.

When he takes a seat next to the pool and orders some white wine she knows she won’t be able to get away. She has to get out of the water. Being a gentleman, he lends her a helping hand.

“Quite interesting,” he says without taking his eyes of her body.

“Thanks,” Ann smiles at him and tries to act as if she wasn’t almost naked.

She expects him to start asking questions about her business again, but he doesn’t for a while and without speaking she drinks a glass of wine. She is happy with the silence. She’s already uncomfortable enough. Virtually naked in front of a client. Her nipples and pussy are visible to anyone who wants to look and looking is what the client does.

Ann reaches for a towel. “I wouldn’t do that if I were you,” he says. “You might not want to miss the contract after all.” She looks at him. “Just enjoy your drink as much as I enjoy the view.”

“I have a proposition,” he continues after a few minutes of silence in which Ann realises she might as well relax. “If you let me have my way with you, you will get the contract at your terms.”

For a few seconds she doesn’t know what to do. She either can slap him in the eskişehir escort face or considers to take up his challenge. She wants to do the first, but she needs the contract.

Ann says nothing and pretends to enjoy your drink. He looks around, then bends over. “Stay put,” he whispers in her ear while his hands touch her breast, playing with her hardening nipples. His other hand slides down between her legs, stroking her pussy through the still wet fabric. He pushes it aside and inserts a fingertip into her vagina.

“I made the right offer, you made the right choice,” he says. Ann doesn’t know where to look. She is embarrassed. She is felt up in public and it turns her on.

When the waiter returns her client stops, but with his hand still on her leg and her nipples clearly visible through the white fabric, little is left to the imagination. When the waiter looks at her she turns her head in shame.

“Get up and come with me,” the client tells her after a while. He walks away without waiting. Ann follows him through the lobby. Even though the bikini has dried again and isn’t transparent any more, several men stare at her body as she passes by.

In the elevator the client stands behind her pressing her almost nude body against his business suit. In the mirror he admires the contrast between her white skin and the dark fabric. On hand rests on her belly. The other cups a breast and pinches the nipple. “I love them most when they poke out,” he whispers.

The client leads Ann to his room. When she enters the room she doubts her decision to play along. No doubt he will be all over her. She doesn’t want to be a slut. But she does want that contract on her terms, so she has to meet his terms.

“I will be with you in a minute,” he says. She walks to the window, looking away. He takes his cell phone and starts a conversation. On and off he takes a glance, admiring her body.

She hears his words. “Certainly. Yes, she is here,” he says. “You might want to come and see for yourselfs.”

She sakarya escort knows he just invited some people over. The door opens and two men step into the room. “There she is,” he invites them in. “She needs the contract.” He takes a video camera from his bag, positions himself to have a good view and leaves her in the hands of the newcomers.

The two men look at her, feasting their eyes on her body. One of them comes up and grabs her breasts, pushing the bikini top away. Ann doesn’t like his bold behaviour and tries to push him away. “Don’t,” the client tells her. “Let them have their way.”

It takes a few seconds for Ann to let her defences down. She looks away from the camera. The man doesn’t mind she is not happy. He grabs her breasts again. He is rough. Pulling one breasts up by the nipple, sucking the other into his mouth.

The second man joins them from behind. She feels his erection through his pants, when he takes her long hair to pull her head back. He kisses her and forces his tongue into her mouth. He tastes of beer and smoke.

Ann doesn’t like it. She feels like a slut. A hand slides over her belly into her bikini bottom. The fingers start to play with her pussy. “Tight and wet,” the man behind her proclaims. “I like it.”

Without undressing themselves they feel her up. They take their turn kissing her, they suck at her breasts and push their fingers into her vagina. She doesn’t resist. Overwhelmed by her senses she isn’t able to move. She gets aroused. Ann doesn’t want them to stop anymore. She simply lets them have their way, even when one of them plays her anus while the other pushes three or four fingers inside her pussy. She is beyond control. She knows her arousal will be on video, but doesn’t mind anymore. She is a slut. Her orgasm hits her hard. Her knees weaken. If the two men had not supported her, she would have fallen on the floor.

“That is enough,” she hears her client says when the men don’t stop. “Leave her now.”

The men have a last feel of her body. Reluctantly they step aside. “Just go now,” the client tells them and they leave the room. Ann is a mess. Her bikini bottom hangs between her knees, the tiny top wrapped around her neck as a strange piece of jewellery.

The client turns to her. “You can leave too. I will send you a copy of the tape and expect to have the contract on my desk next Monday.”

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