Read my first story to get a bit of background: https://www.swingingheaven.co.uk/stories/fact/the-landlord-and-i-had-an-arrangement

I was never sure how I felt about Steve. Some days I’d feel disgusted with myself for letting an older man touch, lick and fuck me. Some days I got wet just hearing his feet on the stairs.

After some months of living in Steve’s house and renting his spare room by letting him use all my holes, things started to change. Steve’s wife Dolores went away for the night on a hen do. As she announced this while we were watching TV one night I could feel Steve’s eyes on me and knew I would be in for a long and brutal session.

He had grown tired of what he called vanilla sex and had moved on to tying me down to the bed, donning a mask and setting up a camera to film himself pounding away at me. Or, he’d tie my hands behind my back, and fuck my mouth and slap me around the face. He loved roleplay and would have me dress up as a student, or a secretary. His favourites were rough pounding, and inflicting pain. I was daddy’s good little slut. I never asked what he did with the videos, but that day I found out, as it seems I had garnered a fanbase.

Dolores left for her hen do early and I had the house to myself as Steve dropped her off. My phone suddenly pinged and I saw a text from Steve: ‘Coming home. Wash yourself and make sure your cunt is smooth. Wait for me naked’. I felt myself instantly become aroused and did what he said. I never refused him. By this point I had a steady job and could mostly afford the room but something made me stay instead of finding somewhere else to rent.

After preparing myself I waited on my bed and was absent-mindedly flicking through a book when I heard the front door open and then close. My pussy twitched in anticipation of what Steve might do to me. This time though, instead of the familiar sounds of Steve’s footsteps on the stairs, I heard another set joining his. Was Dolores back? No, the steps sounded too heavy for her.

Before I could work it out, my bedroom door opened and Steve came into the room, followed closely by another man. Like Steve, he was big and burly. Both had their faces covered with balaklavas. I scrambled to cover myself. ‘What the fuck, Steve?’, I blurted out as I tried to pull a blanket over my naked body. Big mistake. Steve didn’t like me to object or to cover myself when he had told me to be naked.

‘Don’t speak to me like that, you filthy little slut. After daddy’s been so kind as to bring you a present?’ he growled, as he gestured towards the silent man beside him, who was already rubbing his dick through his trousers. A present?

‘This man has paid good money for your holes, don’t you dare show me up’, Steve said. ‘He’s seen your videos and wants a good hard go on you – now, say thank you to Mr McAllister.’

‘Thank you Mr McAllister’, I said in shock, like a good little fuck doll. Steve could do that to me, even when I was nervous I couldn’t resist his little games.

Steve walked over to where I knelt on the bed, yanked the blanket away and grabbed my hair. ‘Show him what a good fuck doll you are, hm?’ I had been trained well. As soon as he let go of my hair, I got off the bed, crossed the room hastily and dropped to my knees in front of the man, my mouth opening automatically.

The man gave a short laugh and then unbuttoned his trousers, and pulled out his cock. Steve moved beside him and did the same. Soon I was working away at both cocks as Steve pulled my head between each and slapped my face occasionally. It seems that wasn’t enough for the man, as he pulled me out of Steve’s grip and over to my desk. The first words he spoke were to instruct me to lie on the desk, on my back, with my head over the side. I knew what was coming. The man gave his phone to Steve and told him to film, then plunged his cock into my waiting mouth. He held his cock deep inside my throat; I could barely breathe and started to struggle, pushing him away. The man laughed and removed his cock, now covered in my spit. The respite was temporary. He plunged his cock into my mouth again and started pumping away, leaning forward to squeeze my tits to give him purchase.

The it was Steve’s turn. He must have been really turned on as after a few pumps he squirted his cum right down my throat as I gagged and struggled. ‘Swallow, slut’ he grunted, before he removed his cock. I did as he asked and was finally allowed to breathe easily.

But the session didn’t end there. Mr McAllister’s cock was still as hard as a rock. I eyed it nervously as he filmed me with his phone.

‘Sit up’ he commanded. ‘I’m going to give you a good hard fucking’. I shivered with pleasure and fright. He instructed me to sit on the edge of the desk, draw my knees up to my chest and then open my legs wide. My pussy was completely exposed for him. As he filmed, he walked up to me and stuck his fingers inside me. Instinctively my legs started to close and quick as a flash, the man removed his fingers and slapped me across the face hard. ‘Open your fucking legs’.

I opened them. Again he stuck his fingers inside me and roughly began to thrust. I moaned but I wasn’t sure if I was enjoying it. The man took his fingers out and handed his phone to Steve again. Mr McAllister seemed to enjoy the same things as Steve. Instead of teasing me with the head of his cock and gently pushing into me, he moved closer to me, gripped my legs and held them further apart and thrust his cock deep into me, hard. I gasped in shock.

He fucked like an animal. As the desk rattled and shook beneath me, he thrust into me harder and faster, fingers digging into my skin, pulling my hair and biting my nipples, his tongue down my throat. It frightened me but I don’t think I’d ever felt more aroused. It felt so sexy to be naked while Steve and Mr McAllister were still fully dressed. I was the centre of attention. They both wanted me. In shock, I felt my stomach and pussy tighten and then relax as I came hard, moaning the man’s name.

Mr McAllister was grunting too and I knew that he’d come inside of me. He pulled out and cum started dripping out of my pussy. He scooped it up with his fingers and forced them into my mouth, instructing me to suck. I did.

My pussy was raw at this point and my body was sore from where Mr McAllister had squeezed and groped at me. But it wasn’t over yet. Steve had managed to get it up again – he always recovered quickly – and dragged me over to the bed. He lay down and like a good slut I climbed on top, slid his dick into my pussy full of cum and began riding him. I knew exactly how he liked it. Steve always lasted longer after his first cum, so I rode him until I felt exhausted. At that point, Steve pulled me towards him, and began to thrust into me whilst he whispered in my ear what a slut I was.

Mr McAllister was still filming but soon instructed us to stop. I looked over to see that he had also recovered and his long cock was sticking up, rock hard. I climbed off Steve and laid down with my legs wide open as he instructed me, so that the mystery Mr McAllister could enjoy my holes again. He started pounding away at my raw pussy while Steve held my wrists and fucked my mouth. My screams and moans were muffled by his dick.

When they got tired of this, they swapped and the man instructed Steve to ‘prepare my arsehole’. Steve spat and rubbed it onto my arsehole and then thrust into me. He pounded and pounded, roughly rubbing my clit, while I gagged on Mr McAllister’s cock.

I soon found out what my arsehole was being prepared for. Steve lay down on the bed again and ordered me to ride him again. As I slipped his cock inside me, I felt Mr McAllister right behind me. He started fingering my arsehole he moved into position. ‘Oh no, please’ I moaned softly, but the two men ignored my protests. Steve pulled me forward, holding me in place, to give Mr McAllister a better view. I was trembling as I felt him slowly slide his cock into my arsehole, his cock and Steve’s filling me to breaking point. My involuntary moans were drowned out by Mr McAllister’s loud groaning.

He gripped my hips and began thrusting and I felt that I would split in two. I couldn’t stop moaning and both men were grunting. I could see that Steve was sweating through his t shirt and felt revolted but incredibly turned on. I felt like a porn star. I WAS a porn star – Steve had been sharing my videos and got this stranger to pay to fuck me. This complete stranger wanted me so much that he was willing to pay for the chance to fuck my holes. The thought set me on the road to orgasm. My eyes rolled back in my head and I shook and moaned like a lucky little fuck doll.

Mr McAllister gripped my hips tighter and came inside my arsehole, grunting like a beast. He pulled out and then Steve did too. Steve dragged me off the bed and I knelt and opened my mouth, as trained. He preferred to come in my mouth and over my face.

When he had finished he zipped up and turned to Mr McAllister who had also put his cock away. ‘Cheers mate, hope you enjoyed yourself’, he said. The man just nodded and left the room. As I knelt, cum leaking out of holes, I heard him walk down the stairs and let himself out the front door. I never did see his face.

That was my first time fucking a stranger, arranged by Steve. Many more followed, of all types. Steve never let me fuck a woman, even though I’m bi, as he said that I would enjoy it too much. I guess that’s true. Men can be so much more brutal. Sometimes I saw the men’s faces, and sometimes I didn’t. Steve was always there but he didn’t always join in - sometimes the men preferred to have him film the whole experience. There must be so many videos of me out there, but it didn’t worry me as I was young and stupid and completely in thrall of Steve and being daddy’s little slut.