The Housepet Pt. 01 - Sex Stories

The Housepet Pt. 01

"So. The room. The arrangement I suggested. Did you reach out to the last lodger I gave you as a reference? Did Leah tell you the arrangement we had? "

"Uhm. Yeah, and yeah. Well not in any detail but I get the general idea."

James McClean sat opposite. Jamie. Not really her type, too mainstream, a shade too old, a bit too full of himself. Not the tattooed, muscled, skinhead, bad boys that occupied her nightly fantasies. Nor the more generic bad boys who had occupied her spectacularly unsuccessful dating history. But easy on the eye and charming. And for the last fortnight, her Sugar Daddy.

He had the look of an academic but was vague about the source of his, clearly considerable, income, questions brushed away with "Banking since Uni, then Fintech in the last couple of years. I've been fortunate". His dark tousled hair was swept messily in contrast to his neatly trimmed beard. Both were streaked with grey. Zara wondered if his locks were worn as a taunt to his peer group, with their bald-patch hiding buzzcuts. It would not be out of character. He had decent body for his age, if sadly lacking the biceps she lusted over, and had twenty years on her 26. He was old enough to be her father and she was old to enough to know better. She had slept with him. Twice. She had been in this house before, albeit under cover of darkness. So why was she so nervous under his questioning?

She was here to discuss a most unconventional proposition. One that had stuck in her mind as ...

... soon as he proposed it, in a text, a day after their last liaison. No matter how much she tried to dismiss it, she could not deny she was intrigued by the concept.

"Hmmm that's annoying. I told her to be specific with any serious candidates. The devil is, as they say, in the detail. "

"I do kinda get it. I stay here. Rent free. No bills. And in return I'm uhm," Zara could feel her face flush. She looked at her shoes and said in a rush, "Free use. I'm a free use sex doll."

She felt a flush of heat between her legs as she said the words.

He looked at her quizzically, slightly frowning. She couldn't tell what he was thinking but it wasn't the reaction she expected. Thoughtful rather than lecherous.

"I don't like the term. I always think Sex Doll sounds like a plastic thing with a mouth like a puffer fish," he made an O with his mouth. "not really my style. I prefer FuckToy, capital F capital T and no I don't really know why but the frustrated creative in me thinks that's the way it should be written."

The heat between her thighs built.

He paused and drained his mug.

"Well I'm sure you've seen enough of the kitchen. Shall we do the tour, and if you are serious we can discuss the details. Any questions?"

Any questions? Like a hundred, she thought but she said;

"What about pets? Do you have any? It's just that I love them but have allergies."

"Well yes of course but well, it's you. You would be the house pet. After all why do people have pets? For ...