DiscreetOfficeServices.Com... Chapters 5--6 - Sex Stories

DiscreetOfficeServices.Com... Chapters 5--6

... until 4 AM and the limo was outside to take us home. The poker game was the only action still going as I cashed in my blue chips. I gave each poker player a kiss as I left.

Damn! I wasready to go home. In just over 24 hours I'd experienced so many'Firsts'. My first Black man, my first time with two men, three men. My first lesbian and my first anal. I... Was... Tired! Thankfully, Sandra invited me to crash at her condo until it was time for me to go home to Mom and Dad.

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I had to call Marla after my bachelor party/gangbang and cancel the clients I was scheduled to see Monday and Tuesday. My ass and pussy were just too sore for me to even think about sex. Plus, my bank account was flush with money from my weekend extravaganza. The fee for my time Marla deposited into my bank account, plus my share of the gift money combined with the money I'd cashed my chips in for would certainly allow me to afford an apartment.

My period would start Wednesday. I'm very regular in my periods and Marla already knew I wouldn't see clients during that-time-of-the-month. Canceling Monday and Tuesday gave me all week to look for an apartment. Surely, I'd find an apartment before Marla's Friday deadline to throw my shoes away!

Monday and Tuesday were complete duds. Too small, too dirty, toojust-not-right or the neighborhood didn't seem safe to walk on the street after dark. Wednesday morning I left as I usually would to go to my 'job' and spent the morning in a Coffee ...

... Clutch. I was losing hope but pastry and strong coffee gave me the energy to scan the newspaper for listings. Circling several listings, I steeled myself for disappointment and flagged down a taxi.

I knew immediately that the first apartment I looked at wasn't for me. Music, if I can call that cacophonous sound such, was blasting from the adjacent apartment at full volume. The second apartment was small and dirty with brown water trickling out from the shower head.

I was cautiously hopeful when a taxi dropped me off at the third listing. From the outside the Brownstone seemed in good shape. Inside, the lobby was clean and the elevator worked. The rent was more expensive than both of the previous apartments I'd looked at combined. Mitchel, a reserved guy in his mid-fifties was the building's super. I caught him looking at my boobs a couple of times as he showed me around. I pretended not to notice. He was polite about his looking.

"The building is large but only four stories high," I was informed as we rode the elevator. "Your apartment is on the top floor. The bottom three stories are all small apartments or efficiencies. There are many college students in those because we're close to the subway and the rent is much cheaper this far from campus. I had trouble with those damned college students the first year I took over this building, so I added an addendum to our leases. Tenants get three warnings for rowdy behavior or if their music disturbs others before I kick them ...