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slipped out of Sienna’s grasp and disappeared into a
tangle of dancers.
But Sienna dismissed it. Myra was a busy
girl. No doubt she’d brought a string of fuck-buddies to the house
and got kicked out when discovered. Sienna didn’t believe in ghost
stories, not where dicks were concerned. She hadn’t had a lot of
lovers in her past, but she knew enough. Only a real, hot, hard
cock was worth believing in.
So now Sienna was showing up for her
housesitting interview, starving for a damn good ramming, her
panties nearly soaked through from unquenched desire. She wished
she had more time so she could pleasure herself in the car and get
a clear head.
She rang the doorbell, clutching her heart
pendant for luck. And waited. Nothing happened. She looked down and
did a last adjustment of her clothes. The tight pink sweater was
tented over her stiff nipples. God, she’d forgotten to put her bra
back on in her rush to get out of Alan’s apartment! She ran her
hands over her breasts, hoping her rose-colored nipples wouldn’t
show through the knit fabric. As soon as her hands skimmed over the
tight buds, her pussy throbbed in response.
God, what a time to be
horny, she thought.
Just then, the door creaked open. Sienna
paused. There was no one in the entryway.
“ Hello? Anyone
here?”
Beyond the open door, she could see a grand
sitting room, complete with huge fireplace lit within by a
crackling fire, huge velvet armchairs, and a mahogany desk. Mmm,
wouldn’t it be fun to get draped over that desk and fucked from
behind?
Sienna cleared her throat, willing herself
to concentrate. “Um, I’m here for the housesitting job?” she called
out. “Anyone here?”
A brisk wind gusted from behind, lifting her
skirt and slapping her thonged ass cheeks. It was so forceful she
actually tripped forward and pushed her way inside. Sienna stepped
onto the burnished wood floors, her black high heels looking
deceptively shiny under the Sharpie marker swipes she’d used to
cover up the scuffs. Behind her, the door slammed.
“ Oh!” She squeaked and
stepped closer to the fire. Where was the owner of the house? As
the thought entered her mind, she spied an envelope jutting out
from the mantelpiece, waving at her, as if a wind had risen inside
the room. She clicked her heels over to the mantel, pausing to
stare at a photograph of a handsome, blonde man in his twenties,
wearing a crisp linen suit. He stood under a tree, croquet mallet
in hand. He seemed to be laughing at her.
She shrugged, then plucked the fat envelope
from under a glass paperweight shaped like a smooth, six-inch
obelisk. She snorted. She didn’t know who these people were, but
they sure liked decorations that resembled dildos.
Her lush lips dropped open as she opened the
envelope. It was full of cash, in fifty-dollar bills. She read the
letter.
Lovely Sienna,
Thank you for accepting the job of house
sitter. Your first week’s pay is enclosed. Your only job is to
enjoy yourself during your stay. You may not bring any other people
to the house. This house is much like a lonely soul. It needs
companionship. Open yourself up, and you’ll find that both parties
shall mutually benefit.
You may leave the position whenever you
choose.
XXX
She read and reread the letter. She got the
job? Already? After only calling and leaving a message—
Wait. She never left a message. How did they
know her name already? She studied the crisp new bills and the
expensive, antique furniture.
Well, what the hell. She got the job, and it
was going to be easy! This place sure made Alan’s apartment seem
twenty times dumpier in comparison. She went back to the car and
lugged her suitcase into the house. Beyond the front room, she
found a winding oak staircase that spiraled up to a third floor.
She picked out a bedroom with a twisted four-poster bed hung with
gauzy privacy panels, a million silky pillows, and a bay window.
Another door inside the bedroom led to a bathroom complete with
tangle of dancers.
But Sienna dismissed it. Myra was a busy
girl. No doubt she’d brought a string of fuck-buddies to the house
and got kicked out when discovered. Sienna didn’t believe in ghost
stories, not where dicks were concerned. She hadn’t had a lot of
lovers in her past, but she knew enough. Only a real, hot, hard
cock was worth believing in.
So now Sienna was showing up for her
housesitting interview, starving for a damn good ramming, her
panties nearly soaked through from unquenched desire. She wished
she had more time so she could pleasure herself in the car and get
a clear head.
She rang the doorbell, clutching her heart
pendant for luck. And waited. Nothing happened. She looked down and
did a last adjustment of her clothes. The tight pink sweater was
tented over her stiff nipples. God, she’d forgotten to put her bra
back on in her rush to get out of Alan’s apartment! She ran her
hands over her breasts, hoping her rose-colored nipples wouldn’t
show through the knit fabric. As soon as her hands skimmed over the
tight buds, her pussy throbbed in response.
God, what a time to be
horny, she thought.
Just then, the door creaked open. Sienna
paused. There was no one in the entryway.
“ Hello? Anyone
here?”
Beyond the open door, she could see a grand
sitting room, complete with huge fireplace lit within by a
crackling fire, huge velvet armchairs, and a mahogany desk. Mmm,
wouldn’t it be fun to get draped over that desk and fucked from
behind?
Sienna cleared her throat, willing herself
to concentrate. “Um, I’m here for the housesitting job?” she called
out. “Anyone here?”
A brisk wind gusted from behind, lifting her
skirt and slapping her thonged ass cheeks. It was so forceful she
actually tripped forward and pushed her way inside. Sienna stepped
onto the burnished wood floors, her black high heels looking
deceptively shiny under the Sharpie marker swipes she’d used to
cover up the scuffs. Behind her, the door slammed.
“ Oh!” She squeaked and
stepped closer to the fire. Where was the owner of the house? As
the thought entered her mind, she spied an envelope jutting out
from the mantelpiece, waving at her, as if a wind had risen inside
the room. She clicked her heels over to the mantel, pausing to
stare at a photograph of a handsome, blonde man in his twenties,
wearing a crisp linen suit. He stood under a tree, croquet mallet
in hand. He seemed to be laughing at her.
She shrugged, then plucked the fat envelope
from under a glass paperweight shaped like a smooth, six-inch
obelisk. She snorted. She didn’t know who these people were, but
they sure liked decorations that resembled dildos.
Her lush lips dropped open as she opened the
envelope. It was full of cash, in fifty-dollar bills. She read the
letter.
Lovely Sienna,
Thank you for accepting the job of house
sitter. Your first week’s pay is enclosed. Your only job is to
enjoy yourself during your stay. You may not bring any other people
to the house. This house is much like a lonely soul. It needs
companionship. Open yourself up, and you’ll find that both parties
shall mutually benefit.
You may leave the position whenever you
choose.
XXX
She read and reread the letter. She got the
job? Already? After only calling and leaving a message—
Wait. She never left a message. How did they
know her name already? She studied the crisp new bills and the
expensive, antique furniture.
Well, what the hell. She got the job, and it
was going to be easy! This place sure made Alan’s apartment seem
twenty times dumpier in comparison. She went back to the car and
lugged her suitcase into the house. Beyond the front room, she
found a winding oak staircase that spiraled up to a third floor.
She picked out a bedroom with a twisted four-poster bed hung with
gauzy privacy panels, a million silky pillows, and a bay window.
Another door inside the bedroom led to a bathroom complete with
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