Ugh. THIS WAS THE LAMEST job I had gotten in a while. I was at my
home, when a service call was made. The phone machine message was
pathetic. “This is Tomiko Hokkaido’s House Sitting Service, please
leave a message, and I’ll call you back for arrangements. **BEEP**”
His voice was a bit shakey and he sounded like a work-a-holic. “Hi
there, this is Tom Gleason, I’ll be away for a meeting this week, and
I need someone to watch the place. My number is 555-5555. ” And
another stereotypical work-a-holic calls. My job requires me to
constantly deal with these uptight business types. The only thing I
could always take pleasure in, was snooping their high-priced condos,
learning their demons.

I was sort of dissapointed as I walked up the patio to
the complex. Searching for the apartment number, I arrived at an
average, yet shabby looking door. “Good thing we already set the
price,” I think to myself. The interior isn’t all that outstanding
either. Plain furniture, walls, and little decoration scattered
around. I glance toward the kitchen and groan to myself. The man
must’ve left in a hurry, his table lay littered with the remnants of a
half finshed meal. The kitchen a mess with the ingrediants. His living
room wasn’t all that great either. Coffee table trashed with various
papers books, magazines, and LOTS of old coffee stains. I was
intrigued by an area in the corner, it didn’t make much sense for a
sole chair to be placed there, but I left it, still spotting that some
sort of wrapper had to be cleaned up over there aswell.

 I figured I wasn’t just going to hang around in this
extreme squalor, so I spent most of Monday just scrubbing up the
place. My rule as a house sitter is to never move furniture out of its
original place, and leave as if you weren’t even there, aside from
leaving the place cleaner. I cleaned the little apartment top to
bottom, and by 8:00pm, the place was spotless. I went to the kitchen
to make myself some pasta. I boiled it, and went for the butter. I
took one look at that butter, and I was positive that this guy lived
alone. Unless you have a girlfriend, there’s no reason to leave pubes
in the butter.  As I finished cooking my meal, (using oil oil
instead), I went over to the living room space. I flicked through the
channels, when I found a rerun of All My Children. I started to watch,
when I heard a loud moan of a woman’s voice, and the sound of a whip.
I laughed, crazy neighbors I guess. I fell asleep on the couch to the
sound of them fucking.

The days went by in a flash, and things kept piling up. The dirty
magazines in the bathroom, the male vibrators, the lube… I knew this
dude was a cronic masturbator. I couldn’t help myself when I read
those magizines…

I was a straight girl, hell my parents have even set me up
with a good, Japanese stock broker, but my eyes kept straying to those
nasty American girls. The magazine was a bondage magizine, with black
haired girls on brunettes, girls being filled in every hole, girls in
leather outfits, girls strapped to chairs, or tied up spread-eagled.
The girls looked so hungry for sex, so hungry for a beating… I
couldn’t help it. I ripped my panites off as fast as I could and sat
over the toilet. I shoved two long fingers into my pussy and rubbed my
G-spot hard. I couldn’t bare the sound of my cum dripping in the bowl,
and it made me come some more. I was on the verge of a climax when I
wanted more in my pussy. I rummaged through my bag and grabbed my
hairbrush. I pounded it in my pussy again and again, faster and
harder, until a waterfall of cum exploded out of me. I moaned so loud,
I couldn’t even see straight. All though had been lost after that
point.

I grabbed Tom’s electric toothbrush off the sink. I turned it on it’s
low setting and placed the back of the brush on my clit. Icouldn’t
bare the buzzy vibrations. More cum streamed out of my pussy. The high
setting brought me to climax fast… I moaned again… Then I relaxed,
basking in the fufillment and nastieness of what I just done.

My afterglow full blown, I began to clean up my mess around the
bathroom. Wiping the pool of cum that escaped tge toilet off of the
floor. Rinsed my beush in the sink, and put his toothbrush away, my
cheeks a little red as I did so (I hadn’t clean it, and left my cum to
soak. I wondered at the thought of the man brushing his teeth with
it.) Almost in a daze I hear a large moan escape the apartment adjacent, the sane
obe from earlier, More interestingly tge apartment was dimmed, yet by
the chair there was a clear line of light shining in through
somewhere. My walk to it couldn’t have been so filled In wonder and awe.

Getting closer to the spot, the sound grew louder and more crisp.