The Housepet Pt. 01 - Sex Stories

The Housepet Pt. 01

... the rest of your course. And I get a hot no-strings playmate for the next few months. I know it's not for everyone, I know I'm a pervert but hey, least I'm a self aware and honest one.

"Don't answer, go home, sleep on it. If it's not for you then no hard feelings. But please let me know either way."

A few minutes later she was sitting in the driver's seat of her aunt's car that she borrowed for the trip across town, her hand buried in her panties. She had been desperate to touch herself for since the tour. She came in under a minute, picturing herself lounging in her big light filled bedroom as she held his head between her thighs. He could call her a pet all he wanted if she had a big beautiful house much to herself.

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The next morning Zara looked into the mirror and tried to be objective. She had a pretty face. Pretty-plain not Pretty-beautiful but still. Not bad. Her dark hair and eyes were basic but she thanked her Yemeni mother for those long bold brows and thick lashes that she always thought were her best features. Her lips, however, would never be considered full, and it took a grotesque amount of contouring to give any definition to her cheekbones. But overall it was a face that could look good on a night out, with enough time to make up herself up to be presentable. Less so in the morning. Perhaps that was why she found it easy enough to attract men, but never hold on to them for long. Apart from Oliver of course, but the pain of his betrayal ...

... and the mess the break up had left her in, less than a year ago, blacked out any happy memories from their two year relationship.

As a girl she desperately wanted to fit in, to hide, to fly under the radar. But a big brown girl at an almost all white school could never hide. She starved herself in a vain attempt to become petite and dainty. She no longer hated her body and tried to dress to disguise its shortcomings. That didn't mean she liked her body. At 5"6 she was still not petite but having stopped growing at 15 she felt cheated that the gangling teenager didn't turn into a tall graceful adult. Her arms were too long, and despite hours at the gym her Arab arse would always be fat, not Phat.Thanks for that mum, was that the price of the lashes? Which she would not have minded if it was balanced out with curves elsewhere but her small breasts felt out of proportion. She wasn't hideous, but basic. Average. Commonplace. The irony was not lost on her that she would have killed to be average at school.

But this average, basic girl might have snared a sugar daddy to give her exactly what she wanted.

Jamie's offer made good business sense. She couldn't stay at her aunt's loving but chaotic house any longer. She loved them all but it was a challenging course and she was falling behind. She couldn't face going back to a student flat with a bunch of room-mates she didn't know. If she hustled hard at sugaring, sent lots of messages and then did the painstaking filtering out ...