Open House: Clark's Version

I held a Thursday open house which isn’t typical but tomorrow starts a three-day holiday weekend. Buyers who work from home or have the luxury of getting out of work early for the holiday are able to look in the middle of the week. It’s a great way to get more viewings of my listings.

This open house was being held at a very high-end home on the water. This home will go faster than most since it has waterfront and a spectacular view of the mountains. Two acres of lush green lawn, fire pit, outdoor kitchen; surrounding a vacant 4,000 square feet luxury home with four beds, five baths, home theater, game room and a gourmet kitchen. This thing will sell before the weekend was over.

As my luck would have it, it was a rainy Thursday, which means the attendance will be low. That’s ok, though. I can get a lot of office work done on my laptop and that will kill three hours easily. It’s just disappointing after all the work I put into this open house.

Not even fifteen-minutes into the open house the doorbell rang which excited me. The first tour of the day and it happened so quickly. As I walked to the door, I hollered out a friendly, “Come on in!” The front door opened, and a couple stepped in. They wiped their shoes on the mat and brushed rain off their clothes.

I immediately paused as I went in for a handshake. The husband was hot! He had turned to close the door and I got a full view of his muscular body; broad shoulders, great arms, nice ass. The most attractive thing to me was his height and build. He had to be around five-five, maybe five-six, and his body was tight and compact like a gymnast. I fucking love little guys like him. They’re hot as hell because I can throw them around when I’m fucking them, they’re always a bottom and they love it rough from bigger guys like me. I’m not towering or anything, I’m five-eleven but I had a good seven-inches on him. He wore a snug t-shirt that molded to his puffed pecs, it’s sleeves tight against his little biceps. He easily had a twenty-eight-inch waist and his ass… that ass was bubble, perky and high and it looked tighter than a vice. He sported skinny jeans that showed his muscular thighs and accentuated that beautiful ass. Meh, the wife was pretty too, I guess.

I ignored the wife’s outstretched hand and went for the husband who hadn’t noticed me standing there yet. His head was down as he went down on one knee, taking off his shoes. I said hello and he looked up at me and paused as I did when I first saw him. His smile was bright, dazzling white and his green-blue eyes were beautiful. His eyes made direct eye contact as he stood and took my hand to shake it. He had a strong, firm grip which was impressive for a guy his size. His bicep flexed and forearm was corded. After I introduced myself, he greeted me, his name was Brian. He held my grip a few seconds too long as he scanned my chest. Yeah, I shook the wife’s hand too.

I turned and told them to follow me to the kitchen which is where I usually start a tour. Kitchens and bathrooms are what sells a house. The whole time I was telling them about the kitchen amenities, Brian didn’t take his eyes of me. Whenever the wife was distracted, I gazed at him and smiled, holding my eye contact. It was too obvious we were into each other. I looked down at his wedding ring; thick and brushed silver. I nodded to it and raised an eyebrow, showing my questioning eyes. He looked down at the ring, looked back to me, smiled and shrugged. So, he was on the downlow. That’s perfect. That meant no-strings-attached fucking all the time. I wanted to rip off his tight jeans, throw him up on the counter and fuck him until I came in his perky little ass. He couldn’t weigh more than 150 pounds. At 200 pounds, I had 50 on him. I bit my lip as I stared at him. I wanted him.

I gave them the rest of the tour which took about 20-30 minutes. Normally, I would let the buyers wander around for the rest of the tour, but I hadn’t had enough of this little piece of ass. I found out through conversation they were moving here from the east coast and wanted a big waterfront home so Brian could work from home in comfort. God, he was so adorable. I realized he looked like a young Jake Gyllenhaal, both having thick, messy brown hair, his sexy eyes and his square jaw. The sneaking glances were exhilarating. I loved the chase. The game of predator and prey. The reward of capture was intoxicating.

The wife had had enough of looking at the home and she was very interested in putting in an offer. Brian said they needed to discuss it as they had another house to view first. I shook their hands and handed Brian my card. I told him he could reach me at any time with any questions. He nodded and smiled; the sexual tension was palpable. I heard her say as they walked out the door that she thought I was nice.

The rest of the open was uneventful. The rain kept most buyers away so only a few looky-loos showed up, usually neighbors. I was tidying up at the end of the open and my cell rang with an unknown number. I thought what the chances are it could be my little muscle-buddy Brian. I answered.

“Hello.”

“Hey, this is Brian. My wife and I were at your open today?”

“Of course. What can I do for you, Brian?”

“Well, I know you’re almost done with your open house, but I was wondering if I could get another look?”

My heart skipped and my dick stiffened.

“Yes, of course, Brian. I’ll be waiting.”

“Great. Be there in a few.”

I ended the call and became giddy. I knew what was going on; this guy wanted another look at the hunky realtor. I knew they didn’t have a realtor, so I was going to offer my services and one of those services was to fuck the holy hell out of that hot, little muscle-husband.

Just five-minutes later the doorbell rang. I opened it immediately since I had been standing there watching through the craftsman style glass and wood door, watching for him. He was alone.

I glanced over his head out the door.

“No wife?” I asked.

“No. She’s tired so I dropped her at our rental. She wants the house, so I had to have another look at what I was…getting into,” he said before his eyes diverted to my crotch.

I stepped close to him, his eyes level with my collarbone. I looked down at him and I saw him take a breath and swallow hard. I leaned down close, almost face to face. I reached around him, locked the front door and turned out the porch light.

“I know what I’m getting into,” I said with a husky voice. I cupped his chin, my thumb caressing his jaw. “I’m getting into your ass.”

I didn’t give him time to react. I put my hand on the back of his neck and pulled him in for a deep kiss. He made a little noise as I went deep into his mouth with my tongue. His hands grabbed onto my biceps. My other hand went to his ass and I squeezed. It was soft yet hard. It was a fit ass. The ass of a man who worked out and was proud of his body. He breathed through his nose and it was heavy as I cut off oxygen to his cute, pouty lipped mouth. He made little grunts and moans every time I hugged him harder.

I broke the kiss and he immediately said, “Oh fuck.”

“Thought you’d never ask,” I said as I took his elbow and dragged him up the stairs to the second floor. The master bedroom was staged complete with a queen-sized bed. I dragged him in and let go of his elbow. I picked him up under his armpits, turned and tossed him onto the bed. He bounced and bobbed like a buoy in the vast sea. He was so fucking cute in the middle of the big bed. I took no time in leaping onto the bed and bouncing up on top of his little compact body. He grunted when I landed, my weight covering his petite yet muscular body. I attacked his mouth again. He threw his arms around my neck and his legs raised and his knees pressed against my hip bones. I rutted against him between his firm legs. My cock pressing against his. His breathing quickened. His moans became longer inside my mouth. He pressed up on my shoulders and I pulled away.

“What?” I asked thinking maybe I was hurting him.

“Nothing. I just want you to know you can be as rough with me as you want,” he informed me, with glassy eyes and flushed skin.

“I wasn’t going to ask permission,” I stated with a serious expression.

He lay there silently for a few seconds contemplating what I just told him. There wasn’t going to be any dictating on his part. There wasn’t going to be any complaining. I was the alpha here. He was here for MY pleasure. He’s but a cum receptacle for my seed.

“Ok,” he said quietly but with concern in his tone. I wasn’t going to hurt the poor little guy, but I was going to manhandle him, rough him up and dump a fat load into his gut. “Ok,” he repeated.

I put my arms behind his knees and pressed them back wide to his chest. I kissed him again.

“You’re a hot little bitch, aren’t you?” I said before I licked his lips with the tip of my tongue.

“Uh huh,” he said breathless, eyes closed.

“What was that?” I asked with authority.

He opened his eyes and looked into mine.

“Yeah. I’m a little bitch.”

“Good boy. You know your place,” I said with a light pat on his cheek.

“Yes, Sir. I do,” he assured me.

“You want your little pussy smashed?” I asked as I licked his ear which made him catch his breath and his muscular legs tensed.

“Oh, fuck yes!” Brian exclaimed wrapping his arms around my neck.

“Yeah? Eager for some rough cock up your cunt?” I taunted.

Some kind of high-pitched noise of excitement exited from his mouth. His eyes clenched shut as if he were finally getting something he’s craved all his life. I thrust forward into his jeans covered ass.

“Do you, cunt?” I asked again.

“Uh uh! Yes, please. I want you to cum inside my pussy,” he begged. His cute face was like an angel. An angel in a muscular tight little compact body.

I chuckled, “Look at this, little closet case sneaking around on his wife, getting fucked full of cum.”

He looked up and asked, “Does that turn you on?”

“You have no fucking idea,” I responded with another dive down to his mouth, my tongue invading his throat.

I sat up, pulled him up and off the bed. “Take off those tight little Baby Gap clothes, mister,” I mused. He was like a blur as he whipped off his t-shirt and jeans. He had kicked his shoes across the room. I took my time so I could watch this little god reveal the body I was about to ravage. When he got down to his underwear, I stopped him. He was wearing the sexiest little black Calvin Klein briefs. They were high on his hips showing off his lean, striated muscular quads. His package was sizable for a guy his size, in fact, it was huge. His cock was hard and trying to escape out the top of the briefs. The silver waistband wrapped around his tiny waist, his abs disappearing down into the front. They cupped his pert, bubblebutt like two little melons ripe for the picking.

“Stop,” I commanded.

He froze and looked at me as if he had done something wrong. I stepped closer and ran my hand over his cloth covered cock and gently squeezed. My other hand reached back and cupped his ass.

“Fuck, little buddy. You are fucking sexy in those tiny panties.”

He smiled and covered my hand with his own, squeezing my hand.

“Thank you. I’m glad you like them. My wife picked them out for me,” he flirted.

“She likes to see your fit little body, showing it off, making her pussy wet?”

“Yeah. Right before I fuck her, fill her pussy with my cum,” he said quietly and seductively. “But that’s not what I need right now.”

“I’m going to fuck you like you fuck your wife. You pussy will be drenched in my cum,” I promised with heat in my eyes.

I ran my finger down the cleft of his tight cheeks until I felt his little hole. I pressed the material into the tight opening making him stiffen and yelp. I pressed hard; his back arched as he held on to my muscular shoulders through my shirt. His ass sticking out, inviting my finger to do its damage. I kept pressing until my finger was to the first knuckle. He pulled my shirt off, revealing my big biceps, which made him moan quietly. The briefs were so small and tight, the material would not give any longer to allow me to knuckle in farther. Brian grunted and sunk his teeth into my bicep, not biting, just adding pressure.

“I can’t take it anymore, dude. You have to fuck me. Please?” he begged again.

He was an eager little beaver. His quiet masculine voice was suddenly breathy and pleading. God, I’m going to flood this little man’s ass with so much cum.

He pulled at my clothes, peeling off my shirt, to get to my naked flesh. He was licking and kissing every exposed inch. He watched my pants slide down to show him my defined thick legs. I stood up again and pulled him into my arms, our bodies smashed together now naked except for our underwear.

I peeled down his underwear after I took mine off. His eyes couldn’t divert away from my eight inches of thick cock. I took him by the waist, lifted him and threw him back on the bed.

“I was going to have you show me what a hot little cocksucker you are, but I’d rather have your tight hole suck my cock instead,” I growled. “Finger your hole for me, sexy fucker.”

He lifted his legs, sucked on his fingers and then went down between his legs. He gently pressed his finger in, all the way in. He grunted as he pulled out to the tip of his finger and slid it back in. My cock ached to see his small muscular legs floating in mid-air as he finger-banged his smooth hole. He was no cock virgin, that was for sure. He may play straight but he is a submissive bottom-boy. From my view, he was slutty but in a good way. He was picky. He only liked masculine, muscular men like me. When he sees what he wants, he’ll do anything to get it and that includes laying in the middle of a bed, fingering his ass like a wet pussy, anticipating a nice, hard cock taking root in his hole.

I spit on my cock, getting it as wet as I could. His eyes like lasers into mine, begging me to take his ass. I stepped to the bed, reached down, grabbed his ankles and yanked him to the edge of the bed. He slid to me like he weighed nothing. He cried out a “whoa!” and I could tell that is exactly what he wanted; me to take charge and own him.

I lifted his ankles up high, set them on my shoulders, aimed my cock at its target and wasted no time. I pushed it in, he took a huge breath, his eyes wide and his mouth agape. I thought he was going to jump out of his skin. I didn’t stop. I knew he could take it. His smaller compact body was built to take a hard plow. I sank all the way to the root. His head was thrown back on the mattress, his body stiffened. His hands pressed against my chest. I didn’t retreat. I stayed put letting him adapt to my thick intruder.

He took deep breaths in and out. Fuck, his ass was the tightest piece of ass I’ve ever been in. It was like a vice, squeezing my cock, cutting off circulation, his hole like a rubber band constricting my cock.

I leaned forward and kissed him. His eyes were clenched and his mouth was clenched shut as well.

“You good, little man?” I asked.

He opened his eyes and nodded his head. His hands relaxed against my chest.

“Get it, big guy,” he said with confidence.

I leaned forward one more time, kissed his lips and then pulled out my cock to the tip and paused.

“I’m going to destroy your pussy,” I whispered demonically.

With that, I thrust back in, throwing his body into shock, his back arched off the bed and he yelled out. I didn’t stop. I pulled out and plunged back in having the same effect on his tight little body. I loved to see him squirm. I love to see his defined muscles tighten and flex. I pulled out and just started pounding him into the mattress. I plunged into his ass over and over in rapid succession. He was grunting and screaming with every thrust. Soon, all that could be heard was the slapping sound of my cock against his amazing ass. I took his legs and spread them out far. The little fucker was flexible. I pushed his legs down so they were paralell with the mattress. I sneered down at him.

“This is how you fuck your wife, little man? Spread out her whore legs and use her wet gash?”

That got him going.

“Yes. I get in there and feel her pussy juice slick up my cock. I spread her out, annihilate her pussy,” he tells me, and I can feel him flexing his ass muscle like the little slut he is.

“Like this, huh? You liked to be fucked like this? Like a fucking whore?” I continue my destruction of his ass. He just nodded his head, speechless.

“Look at you. Hot little muscle boy, getting his cunt pounded like a woman. You have a real man’s cock in your cunt, boy. You won’t forget it. You’ll dream of my cock inside you the next time you’re impregnating your whore wife.”

He began thrashing his head around, his body was writhing on the bed. I’m positive this is the best sex he has ever had.

“I’m going to get you pregnant, you little cunt. You want my boys swimming around in your gut. I’ll tell you what, muscle cunt, one of my boys is getting in and you’re going to have my kid.”

He was so far gone by now. He didn’t know what hit him. I couldn’t take it anymore. I reared up, my body stiffened and with a mighty roar, I flooded that fucking muscle cunt of his with my seed. When he felt my shoot, he shot too without even touching himself. I think I came a gallon in that little guy’s ass. I don’t even know if his little ass could hold as much as I was injecting. He shot all over his face, his hair, his cute muscle chest.

I fell forward on top of him. I didn’t even care how heavy I was. I just wanted to feel his hard muscular body under my own. We lay still for a minute, panting and sweating.

“Ok, big guy. You got to get off. I can’t breathe,” he struggled to say.

I chuckled and rolled off of him.

“I just want to smother your hot little body. I can’t help it,” I teased.

“Trust me, I want your big beefy body on me, around me, inside me. But you must have fifty pounds on me. I’d rather you use that power for thrust,” he winked.

“Fuck. You better buy this house. Shit, even if you don’t, you have to move here no matter what. I’ll fucking find you another house if you don’t like this one. I’m your agent now, little man.”

“I’ve already told the wife that you’re our agent. She thinks your nice. Not to mention she thinks you’re hot too. That’s one thing she and I have in common,” Brian mused.

“She doesn’t know, does she?” I asked.

“FUCK NO!” he said like I was crazy. “She thinks I’m straight as a fucking arrow. She’d never suspect that I like to get fucked by guys like you. I have a kid for god sake.”

I patted his stomach and massaged it.

“You’re about to have another,” I teased with a wink.

He moved upwards to kiss me deep and passionately. “Fuck. If only. I’d have all your fucking kids if I could.”

“You’d be my bitch?” I asked.

He guffawed, “You fucking kidding me? I’d be your bitch, your cunt, your slut, your whore, your gash. Any fucking thing you wanted.”

“All of the above?” I asked with a smile.

He smiled and kissed me. "All of the above."

Open House : Brian's Version

By Little Buddy (he's also posted his version on his author's page)

Everything was changing way too fast. I had recently been promoted and now I was being relocated to the States to head an Eastern Division for a year. Near Seattle. I had never even BEEN to Seattle, let alone anywhere nearby. At least it came with a big expense account, all moving costs and the company was setting us up with a few houses to view to help ease the transition. And they were flying us out for a weeklong showcase of these homes. Luckily, the wife was on board and excited for this adventure. I was not so sure.

At this stage in my life, I was having a lot of side action on the down low with a few guys. But lately I was too picky. The sex with the wife had diminished. And even finding my outlet with men was having its challenges. I was looking for that hot older guy. That guy that could bring it out of me, all those hidden feelings I was having. I wanted a MAN. Someone bigger than me. Someone in control. Being married it was hard enough to find a guy like that, let alone someone who wanted to own my ass and make me his. Now I had to move to Washington.

We arrived on a Wednesday for a weeklong tour of pre-arranged houses, with a few my wife wanted to check out as well. She was taking over. I figured it was best to let her. Happy Wife.

We saw two places on the Wednesday night, with a day long showcase Thursday. And after the third house on Thursday I was already irritable. When I don’t shoot my load every day, I’m miserable. I was on day three without sex and without a jerk off. Not only were the houses not to our liking, but I was horny. And it wasn’t pussy I was after.

The next house we went to was one of my wife’s choices, an open house on the water. It wasn’t one of the pre-arranged ones our company had arranged for us that day, but it was early in the afternoon, and she wanted to see this one at the start of the listed open house. It was at the height of our limit, a 4,000 square foot luxury home. Four bedrooms, five baths, a gourmet kitchen, a game room and a home theatre, along with two acres and an outdoor kitchen with a fire pit. A bit much for our small family. What the fuck was she thinking?

It was raining when we pulled up. I looked at the impressive home and actually said, “Wow.”

“I know!” Allie said, and pointed to the view. It was on the water with a spectacular view of the mountains, but I was apprehensive, and still cranky, I shut the car off.

“No one is here.” I said looking at my watch. “Are we early?”

Allie looked at her watch. “No, it started about fifteen minutes ago. Maybe it’s the rain that’s keeping people away?”

“Doesn’t it always rain here?” I mumbled, getting out of the rental and reluctantly following my wife to the front door. I was already soaked just walking to the door, adding to my misery. My wife rang the doorbell and I heard a deep voice within shouting “Come on in!”

My wife opened the door and I quickly followed, turned to close it, then wiped my shoes on the mat and tried to shake off the rain. My tee shirt was practically stuck to me already as I looked down to see it clinging to my muscular chest. I still looked like I was in my 30s with a sculpted muscular body. I was proud of the hard work I put in, and displayed it nicely today in my skinny jeans and tight tee. The rain though was making me look like I was winning a wet t-shirt contest. I heard the sound of footsteps approaching as I bent down to take off my shoes. Stupid laces. I thought, kneeling down to undo the knot that had formed. I heard a “Hello” from that deep voice and turned to look up.

I immediately paused as I knelt there, looking up at the extended hand of the hottest man I have ever seen. WOW, I thought again. The realtor standing before me looked like a fucking model and took my breath away. He was tall, much taller than me, and wide, thick, solid, built, muscled. I smiled, widely at this hunk, and stared into his eyes as I stood up and took his outstretched hand.

His big hand gripped mine, enveloping it in his mitt with a very strong handshake. I gripped back, showing off my own strength even though this guy was about half a foot taller than me, maybe 6 feet. I felt my bicep flex as I’m sure his did in his sports coat.

“I’m Rex, the agent showing the home.” He said with a cool, casual yet slightly seductive tone.

“Brian.” I heard myself saying as I held his grip, my eyes dropping to his massive chest hidden under his clothes. I imagined his shirt off, and I realized I was still holding his hand.

We let go and he turned to shake my wife’s hand, who I forgot was standing beside me, and urged us to follow him. Gladly, I thought, watching his perfectly formed round ass move ahead of me. This man was like a wet dream. Tall, powerful, handsome as fuck, masculine, and by the looks of him, carved out of granite. He rambled on about the kitchen, and I hoped I looked like I was listening intently. Instead I was scanning him up and down. This guy was exactly my type. His hands were big as I felt earlier, his guns looked huge hidden under the material of his crisp dress shirt, his shoulders wide, broad, his neck thick. Handsome like a CNN news anchor I once drooled over secretly.

He was talking about the amenities in the kitchen as I stared at him. Allie started wandering around, looking into cupboards and in the pantry of this large kitchen. When she looked away, his eyes were on mine. He smiled at me and I nearly folded, weak at the knees. White teeth with a sexy smile that lit up his face. I held his gaze. He had that look in his eye I knew well. I was on display and he was sizing me up. I think he was looking at me the same way I was looking at him. But my fucking wife was here with us.

I saw his gaze look down at my ring finger. He nodded to it and raised his eyebrow. I looked at my own ring, then back up at him with a wicked grin and shrugged my broad shoulders as if to say, “So?” His smile back let me know that it didn’t bother him. Perfect. My kind of man. Maybe this guy liked little muscled married guys. Maybe this wasn’t such a bad idea after all, because right now all I could think about was this big man ripping my clothes off me and fucking me right here on this imported quartz counter he was bragging about. He looked like he had the power to do it. Probably had about 50 or 60 pounds on me and could easily pick up my 150 pound 3% body fat bod. Could probably pick me up in those big arms and fuck me all the place. I pictured my legs wrapped around his solid waist, impaled on his cock and him carrying me around room to room, fucking me up and down on his hopefully big thick cock as he showed me around.

He bit his lip as he looked at me. He had nice lips. I swallowed hard, picturing those lips on mine, kissing me hard. Yeah, I wanted him. I could feel my cock rising, struggling to break out of my skinny jeans. I wondered if he was all top. Good thing I wore these jeans I suddenly thought, knowing how much they accentuated my little firm jock bubble ass. Let’s see how he likes it.

We continued our tour, with Rex leading us through the rest of the house. None of the other agents at the houses we saw earlier followed us around. They just let us wander. So, I made sure that I walked in front of Rex enough to see if he was watching my ass. I’d bend over to look at the cabinets in the master bedroom, move farther away to gaze out the window, shove my hands in my pockets to accentuate my ass even more, and each time I’d glance back at him to see where he was looking. Yeah, he wanted my ass. His eyes were everywhere on me and he was hungry. I knew that look oh too well. He wanted me.

I became intoxicated by his deep voice and his frame. I kept trying to stand next to him to size him up. He was much bigger than me, all solid. Tall. The right size to pick me up and fuck me all over this giant house. We chatted casually about why we were looking, and how we were relocating from the East coast in Canada. God he was sexy as hell. We were now blatantly sneaking glances at each other every time my wife got distracted. My heart was pounding. I was exhilarated with this game and desperately trying to figure out how I would get this man alone. I wanted him. My three days of no release was rising within me and I wanted this man. Now.

We made our way back to the front entrance when Allie announced that she was very interested in this house and wanted to put in an offer. She would be interested in the house. She loves to show off. Me, I was more interested in the agent.

I reminded her that we had other houses to see today, and we should probably discuss it more. Rex’s hand came out and I happily took it first, feeling the heat from it shoot through my body. I imagined him holding my hand just as firmly as he fucked me. “Take my card. You can reach me anytime if you have any further questions about anything.” Did he just wink at me? I held the card in my hand, with his cell number printed on it. I had it memorized in two seconds.

I nodded and smiled up at him. Fuck he was gorgeous. I found I couldn’t speak as I tucked the card in my pocket. I could feel the sexual tension between us, from the handshake, to the way our fingers touched as he handed me his card, to the look in his eyes as he told me to call him with any other questions.

He opened the door for us, and Allie was already gushing about him as we stepped back out into the rain. “Oh, he was NICE!” She said, squeezing my arm. Yeah, fucking hot as hell, I thought to myself. I turned nonchalantly back and saw that he hadn’t closed the door yet and was still watching me with a smile on his face. Fuck me!

We saw three more houses after that one, but I couldn’t tell you anything about them because I was still thinking about Rex. The big handsome muscled realtor. I wanted to see him naked. I wanted to see how powerful he was. I wanted to kiss those perfect lips. I wanted to feel his hands on me. I wanted him.

“I really like the waterfront one.” I found myself saying. Allie clapped her hands in glee.

“Maybe you should call that guy and make sure no one else has put an offer in.”

I knew she’d fall for it. “I’ll take you back to the condo and I’ll swing back over so you don’t have to be a part of it. You can follow up with the other places while I’m gone. I want to make sure I see everything before I commit.” Oh, if I was correct, I was going to see everything alright.

She agreed thankfully. As soon as we were back to our temporary home, I raced back to the car and headed to the house. I did a drive by to make sure there were no cars around. It looked like he was still inside as I saw lights and a shadow moving around. Good, he’s there. Alone. I pulled up the street and parked and dialed the number I already knew by heart.

I heard his deep voice answer. “Hello.” He even sounded sexy on the phone with that one word.

“Hey, this is Brian. My wife and I were at your open house today?” My heart was racing. I hadn’t even started driving as I was too excited to move. I had to concentrate on sounding calm.

“Of course. What can I do for you, Brian?” He was teasing me. I could tell.

I could tease too. “Well,” I checked my watch, “I know you’re almost done with your open house, but I was wondering if I could get another look?”

There was a slight pause, and I could picture him smiling. “Yes, of course, Brian. I’ll be waiting.”

My heart skipped a beat. “Great. Be there in a few.” I hung up and let out all the air in my body and started giggling. This was turning out to be a very good day. Let’s see just what this hunky realtor has to offer to make the sale.

Within five minutes I was back at the door, ringing the doorbell. Immediately the door opened, as if he was standing there waiting for me. Yeah, he wanted me just as much. This was going to be right up my alley.

He looked over my head and towards the car. “No wife?” He asked.

I smiled at him as he welcomed me in and closed the door. “No. She’s tired so I dropped her at our rental. She wants the house, so I had to have another look at what I was…getting into,” I couldn’t help it. I was looking at his crotch.

He stepped close to me standing there at the door, my eyes level with his collarbone. Fuck he was tall. He looked down at me and I suddenly felt tiny next to him. I took in a deep breath to calm myself and stop my body from shaking and swallowed as I breathed in his masculine cologne scented body. Maybe a little too deeply as he was inches from me. He leaned down close to me, almost face to face, before I realized that he was reaching around me to lock the front door and turn off the porch light.

“I know what I’m getting into,” He said with that deep, husky voice. And then his hand came up to my face and cupped my chin, his big thumb caressing my jaw. “I’m getting into your ass.”

Before I registered what he said, my heart responded like a bolt of lightning shot through me as his hand grabbed the back of my neck and he pulled me into his lips for a deep kiss. I moaned as I felt his fat tongue slide into me and my hands went up to his arms, latching onto him at last, right around his massive biceps. His other hand was on my ass in an instant, grabbing it all with his big mitt and squeezed. I heard him grunt a bit as we kissed hard, so hard that I had to breathe deeply just to take in more air as he overpowered my mouth. He squeezed me tight, making me moan more as I was succumbing to this beast of a man. I was practically whimpering as he held me next to him, kissing me as if we were long lost lovers. I could have stayed at that door all night long like this. I could feel how powerful a man he was as he hugged me harder.

He pulled away and broke the kiss, and I let out an immediate, “Oh fuck.”

He smiled a sexy naughty grin. “Thought you’d never ask,” he said and grabbed my elbow and dragged me up the stairs to the second floor. The master bedroom was staged complete with a queen-sized bed. He dragged me in easily and released my arm, and then he picked me up under my armpits, turned me around and tossed me effortlessly onto the bed. My God what a mighty man he was already! I bounced and bobbed on that bed, feeling like a spotted prey in the middle of a vast grassland. He looked like the hungry beast looking down at me, ready to attack. Fuck he was hot. He took no time in leaping onto the bed and bouncing up on top of my little compact body. I grunted when he landed, his massive muscular body covering my much smaller frame. I attacked his mouth as he was coming at me. I threw my arms around his thick neck and instinctively raised my legs, my knees pressed against his hip as I could already picture him fucking me. I wanted him, like I’ve never wanted anyone. This masculine hunk of a man was just what I needed. He grinded against me, feeling my muscled legs and growling slightly. Our cocks were hard and rubbing together through our clothes. I was panting, moaning as he continued to kiss me intensely. The feeling of him over me was driving me wild. I needed this man. Now. I pushed up on his shoulders, forcing him back.

“What?” he asked. He had that look on his face that he was doing something wrong.

“Nothing.” I moaned at him, looking up into his fucking sexy face. “I just want you to know you can be as rough with me as you want.” I had lust in my eyes. I was so turned on I wanted him to know that he could do anything to me. ANYTHING. I could feel the heat all over me.

He looked at me with a devilish smile. “I wasn’t going to ask permission,” he said seriously. I believed him. I was suddenly a little frightened, and a lot turned on. I knew this was the alpha male I had been searching for. I finally found a man who needed to use me as much as I wanted him to. I was ready to be here for his pleasure, as long as he wanted, as long as he needed. Because looking into his soulful eyes, I knew I was the one he was looking for too.

“Ok,” I finally said quietly. I looked over him again, so fucking big and strong. But I trusted him already. I could feel it. I knew he wasn’t going to hurt me. I knew this was going to be intense for both of us. “Ok,” I repeated.

His arms went behind my knees and he pressed them back wide to my chest. And then he kissed me again. I was moaning again, loud. Yeah, this was definitely what we both wanted and needed.

“You’re a hot little bitch, aren’t you?” he said, and then he licked my lips with the tip of his fat tongue.

Oh. My. God. I groaned and closed my eyes in sheer pleasure as I shuddered under him. “Uh huh.”

“What was that?” he asked with a strong air of authority. He must have been in the military or something as the command snapped me awake. I opened my eyes and looked into his.

“Yeah. I’m a little bitch.” I found myself responding.

I could tell he was pleased with my answer. “Good boy. You know your place,” he said and patted my cheek lightly.

Oh my God! I thought again. Finally! “Yes, Sir. I do,” I assured him. I felt a hunger rising in me. This was what I had always wanted. Someone to own me. Control me. And I was ready.

“You want your little pussy smashed?” he asked me as he licked my ear. I gasped, holding my breath as the sensation ran through me and I clenched my legs.

“Oh, fuck yes!” I yelled out and wrapped my arms around that bull neck of his.

“Yeah? Eager for some rough cock up your cunt?” He grunted at me teasingly. It was working. He could have shoved that cock in me through our clothes at that moment and I would have opened up easily for him.

I squealed in excitement as just his words were sending shivers through me. I clenched my eyes shut and felt the beginnings of an orgasm under his weight. My God I was afraid he would make me cum right now. His big frame thrust into my ass as I hung on to him. I wanted his cock. Inside me.

“Do you, cunt?” he repeated again, more demanding. I was fucking loving it.

“Uh uh! Yes, please. I want you to cum inside my pussy,” I begged. I had never talked like this before. This man was reaching into my inner desires and hitting my spot with just his voice. I couldn’t wait to see what his cock would do.

I heard him chuckle, “Look at this, little closet case sneaking around on his wife, getting fucked full of cum.”

This was exactly what I was. Is this what he wanted I wondered? Was he going to breed my ass like I’ve always wanted a big man to do to me? I looked up and asked him, “Does that turn you on?”

He smiled down at me with that fucking grin of his again. “You have no fucking idea,” He dove down again onto my mouth, his tongue completely invading my throat.

He sat up, pulled me up and off the bed. “Take off those tight little Baby Gap clothes, mister,” he mused at me. In a flash I obeyed, whipping off my t-shirt and jeans. I kicked my shoes off and flung them across the room as I noticed he was kicking off his, pulling his socks off, unbuttoning his shirt. He was taking his time. I was not. I got down to my black Calvin Klein briefs when he stopped me.

“Stop,” His voice was firm, in command. I froze and looked pleadingly at him. Had I done something wrong? Rex came towards me, close. I could see the outline of his muscular upper body in between his open shirt. I wanted to see him naked. I looked down at his big bare feet as he stepped towards me. The things I was thinking of doing to his entire body. As he stepped up to me, his meaty hand began to glide over my underwear, caressing my cloth covered cock and gently squeezed. His other big hand reached back and cupped my ass.

“Fuck, little buddy. You are fucking sexy in those tiny panties.” His deep voice made me quiver.

I smiled up at him, and covered his big hand with my own, squeezing his hand tightly. “Thank you. I’m glad you like them. My wife picked them out for me,” I said as seductively as I could.

“She likes to see your fit little body, showing it off, making her pussy wet?” He said gruffly.

“Yeah. Right before I fuck her, fill her pussy with my cum,” I said quietly and seductively. “But that’s not what I need right now.”

He looked at me intently. “I’m going to fuck you like you fuck your wife. You pussy will be drenched in my cum,” He looked at me with a new heat in his eyes. We both knew what we wanted. I believed he was going to do just that. And I wanted it all.

He ran his finger down the cleft of my tight cheeks until he felt my tight little hole. He pressed the material into the tight opening making me stiffen and I let out a little yelp. He pressed hard, causing me to arch my back and I grabbed onto his muscular shoulders under his shirt. The feel of his naked flesh under my fingers sent waves through me. I was pressing my ass out, inviting his thick finger to do its damage. He kept pressing until his finger was to the first knuckle. I pulled at his shirt, sliding it down over his massive arms. Yeah, I was right. Big solid biceps. My briefs were so small and tight, the material would not give any longer to allow his finger to press in any farther. I was lost in his grip and I grunted out loud. My mouth found his bicep and I found myself gnawing on his arm. I could literally sink my teeth into him.

Finally, I moaned out, looking up into his eyes. “I can’t take it anymore, dude. You have to fuck me. Please?” I begged again. I was panting under his touch, desperate under his gaze. My breath was increasing as I squirmed against him.

I pulled at his clothes, peeling off his shirt, to get to his naked flesh. I was licking and kissing every exposed inch. I watched his pants slide down to show me those defined thick legs. He stood up again at me and pulled me into his arms, our bodies smashed together now naked except for our underwear.

Rex stood back and slowly peeled off his underwear. At last. My eyes were on his glorious cock. It was a bit bigger than mine, had to be more than 8 inches. Thick. Meaty. I was drooling as his mighty hands were on me again, and he peeled down my underwear. Then he took me by the waist, lifted me and threw me back on the bed.

I looked at his magnificent naked muscled body as he stood over me at the end of the bed. “I was going to have you show me what a hot little cocksucker you are, but I’d rather have your tight hole suck my cock instead,” he growled. “Finger your hole for me, sexy fucker.”

I immediately lifted my legs, sucked on my fingers and shoved them down between my legs as he commanded without thinking. I gently pressed my finger in, all the way as I stared into his eyes. I grunted as I pulled out to the tip of my middle finger and then slid it back in as he watched. I was so turned on. I could tell he wouldn’t wait long. His eyes were all over my ass, my muscular legs. I knew I had him. He knew I was no virgin and I could take his big cock. I wanted him to come and claim me.

Looking at me, he spit on his cock, getting it as wet as he could. I glared at him as he lubed his cock with his own spit. I was ready. I begged him with my eyes to come and get my ass. He stepped up to the bed and reached down, grabbing my ankles and yanking me to the edge of the bed. I felt like I weighed nothing in his strong hands, and I let out an excited “Whoa!” as he took charge of me. I loved it. I wanted more.

He lifted my ankles up high and placed them on his giant shoulders just like I wanted him too. He aimed his cock at my tight hole and without wasting any time, pushed forward. I felt his thick cock head start to enter and I sucked in a huge breath, my eyes opening wide and my mouth opened in shock as he entered. He didn’t stop. He knew by the look in my eyes that I could take it. I wanted this big muscled dominant man. I was going to show him how a built little jock like me can take his big alpha dick. He slid all the way in, right to the base. I flung my head back on the mattress and my entire body stiffened as I became impaled on his cock. I pushed up, my hands on his big solid pecs as if I needed him to stop for just a minute. But he didn’t. He kept pushing into me, as if he could slide more in, pressing his hips against me to let me adjust to that thick cock of his.

With my hands feeling his hard pecs, I took deep breaths in and out. Fuck his cock felt so huge inside my tight ass. I was shaking slightly just by the invasion. I could tell he was loving it as he held it there as his eyes rolled a bit. I squeezed my ass a little, to show him I wanted him, and he groaned.

As I adjusted to the invasion in me, he leaned forward and kissed me passionately. My eyes were still clenched shut tightly, as was my mouth but when I felt his tongue knocking, I welcomed him and started to relax.

“You good, little man?” I heard his deep voice ask me.

I opened my eyes to see his so close. I nodded and let my hands relax on his muscular pecs.

“Get it, big guy,” I said with confidence.

He leaned forward one more time, and kissed my lips gently, then pulled out his cock to the tip and paused, my mouth open as I felt a shudder.

“I’m going to destroy your pussy,” he whispered demonically.

With that, he plunged back in, throwing me into complete shock and ecstasy. I arched my back up off the bed and yelled out in pleasure as he fucked me deep. He didn’t stop. He pulled out and plunged back in over and over again. Each time, the same arch and the same sounds emanated from me. I was in fucking heaven. I squirmed underneath him, my hands grabbing his wrists to hang on. He was pounding me hard, fucking me literally into the mattress. Over and over and over he plunged that thick cock into me relentlessly in rapid succession. I was loving it, grunting and screaming right along with him with every thrust. This was a power fuck. I loved the look in his eyes as he drilled me.

I watched his muscles, flexed and tight as he used every ounce of strength to give it to me. Soon, all that could be heard was the slapping sound of his cock slamming against my tight ass. His big hands grabbed my legs and spread them out farther to gain more access. I think he was surprised to see just how flexible I was. He growled and pushed my legs down by my ears so that I was parallel with the mattress, bending me in half. I knew he was loving this.

He had that demonic look in his eyes again and sneered at me, “This is how you fuck your wife, little man? Spread out her whore legs and use her wet gash?”

That did it. His voice got me, and I started groaning, “Yes! I get in there and feel her pussy juice slick up my cock. I spread her out, annihilate her pussy,” I was talking like a mad whore, flexing my ass around his cock showing him how I could clamp down and milk his cock inside me.

“Like this, huh? You liked to be fucked like this? Like a fucking whore?” He continued his destruction of my ass. I was loving every minute of it. I nodded, completely speechless at this point as I started to feel the shuddering of my cum rising within me. This beast was going to fuck the cum out of me.

“Look at you. Hot little muscle boy, getting his cunt pounded like a woman. You have a real man’s cock in your cunt, boy. You won’t forget it. You’ll dream of my cock inside you the next time you’re impregnating your whore wife.” His voice was killing me, sending me over the edge. I was so turned on by this man. My eyes opened to take him all in.

I started thrashing my head around as he was driving me crazy with his cock, with his voice, with his sheer power! I was literally writhing on the bed under his grip. This was by far the best sex I ever had, and I never wanted it to stop.

“I’m going to get you pregnant, you little cunt. You want my boys swimming around in your gut. I’ll tell you what, muscle cunt, one of my boys is getting in and you’re going to have my kid.”

Oh my God that did it even more. Just when I thought he couldn’t find any more of my hidden wants and urges, he says it. I wanted his cum. I want his baby. I was so far gone at this point I was violently shaking on the bed as he fucked me harder. I was shaking like his whore he was bringing to climax with his cock.

It must have done something to him, to see and feel me getting off so much on his cock that he reared up, and that big fucking muscled body stiffened and with a mighty roar coming from what sounded like his toes, he flooded my fucking muscle cunt with his seed. My eyes widened as I felt him shoot, and with a guttural roar to match his I started shooting my load straight out of my cock without even touching it. Three days’ worth of my cum came spilling out of me, all over my chest, my face, my chin, my hair as I felt his own gallon of sperm fill my ass.

He collapsed on top of me and I immediately wrapped myself around him, my arms, my legs, and took all his weight on me gladly. I didn’t even care how heavy he was. I just wanted to feel his hard, muscular body on top of my own. I was in my glory, still slightly convulsing under this beast of a man.

We lay still for a minute, panting and sweating. Finally, I realized that this was too much for me. “Ok, big guy. You got to get off. I can’t breathe,” I said under him.

He chuckled and rolled off of me. “I just want to smother your hot little body. I can’t help it,” he teased.

I giggled and rolled into his side. “Trust me, I want your big beefy body on me, around me, inside me. But you must have fifty pounds on me. I’d rather you use that power for thrusting,” I winked at him, already wishing he was fucking me again.

“Fuck. You better buy this house. Shit, even if you don’t, you have to move here no matter what. I’ll fucking find you another house if you don’t like this one. I’m your agent now, little man.” He said looking at me sincerely. I believed him.

“I’ve already told the wife that you’re our agent. She thinks your nice. Not to mention she thinks you’re hot too. That’s one thing she and I have in common,” I said as my hand caressed his chest.

“She doesn’t know, does she?” he asked with a raised eyebrow.

“FUCK NO!” I said, punching him in the chest like he was nuts. “She thinks I’m straight as a fucking arrow. She’d never suspect that I like to get fucked by guys like you. I have kids for god sake.”

He patted my stomach and massaged it. His big hand felt so good on me. “You’re about to have another,” he teased with a wink.

That sent a surge of electricity through me. I moved upwards to kiss him, deep, passionately. “Fuck. If only. I’d have all your fucking kids if I could.

He smiled at me. “You’d be my bitch?” he asked.

I laughed, “You fucking kidding me? I’d be your bitch, your cunt, your slut, your whore, your gash. Any fucking thing you wanted.”

“All of the above?” he asked with a smile.

I smiled at him and kissed him again. My God I was in fucking heaven. “All of the above.”

A collaborative effort with author "Little Buddy". His version Open House is posted under his name.