1. Welcome To The Bush's - Chapter 1


    Date: 2/8/2017, Categories: Fiction, Anal, Exhibitionism, Latina, Male Domination, Male/Female, Masturbation, Voyeurism, Wife, Author: SirJaime, Rating: 89.3, Source: sexstories.com

    Welcome To The Bush’s 1 - The Shape Of Things To Come The guys that the hauling company had sent to help move my stuff had finally left the house. All my junk, untidily packed in stacked boxes along the walls, made the guest house seem a lot smaller than when it was bare, when the landlord had shown me around. But I was okay with that. I finally had my own place. Far away from my crazy former life. It might have been on the opposite side of the country, but it was also the quieter side. The side where no one knew who I was. It was a long day of moving and I was glad it was finally over. I had just cracked open a six-pack of ice cold beers and slung back into the single seater in the lounge before I heard a knock at the door. I sighed before getting up. It was the landlord, Gregory Bush. He was a big guy with an athletic build, mixed race but fair skinned. Broad shouldered and a couple inches taller than me, he carried his size like he knew he was a big guy. A real confident fucker. He was handsome too, and he knew it. He had soft chiseled features and on it was a broad and ever present smile. His thick curly hair that framed his gentle face was cropped short and neat. At least his appearance came across as more subtle rather than his smug attitude. I could live with that. “Greg.” I greeted. “Jack. I just wanted go over the ground rules with you.” He continued before I could acknowledge him. “I don’t mind you paying the rent late, so long as it gets paid. Understand?” I ...
    nodded my head. “Good. Now, me and the old lady like discretion. We like to stick to our own business. You can come and go as you please. We don’t mind at all. We don’t have any problem with that. But we expect you to respect our boundaries. Cool?” “Cool,” I replied. I didn’t quiet understand what he meant but it’s what I wanted too. I could respect that. And I could respect him too. He seemed simple enough. Uncomplicated and to the point. “Is that it?” “Yeah, pretty much,” he nodded. “But I’m sure I can think of a few more rules down the line," he grinned. "We’ll see how things pan out. Okay?” He held out his hand. “Yeah, okay. Thanks.” We smiled and he shook my hand with a firm handshake before he walked away. He turned suddenly. “One more thing.” “Yeah?” “Me and the old lady are – let’s say – quite liberal. I hope you are too.” “I think I can be.” I smiled, but with uncertainty. Again not sure what he meant by that. “Good! Because this won’t work if you’re not.” “What do you mean?” “Like I said, we’ll see how it pans out. Then you can tell me.” He smiled again, a bigger grin this time, then headed down the deck to the main house. I sat back into the single seater thinking about the odd meeting and what he might have meant. I took a big swig from my bottle and shook the thought from my mind. I had my beer, I had a new place, far away from the hectic life I used to live, and I was going to enjoy it. It was finally over. * It was late evening when I woke to a muted cry. The empty ...
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