Pub life continued. I slept with Jerry whenever possible. Our love making was beautiful as he was so affectionate and made sure I was satisfied. But I knew the relationship had no long term future. I was also being asked to cover more and more shifts 'as a favour'. I had very little time to myself and it was knackering. I needed to find a job that paid well enough for me to rent somewhere, or a boyfriend to move in with. The answer came out of the blue on a Monday evening. Normally my day off, yet again I'd been asked to help out. A well-known businessman and his son came in. I was quite surprised as we were not an upmarket place. The son, Trevor was about the same age as me and an absolute stunner. 6'2", slim, wavy blond hair, blue eyes and dimples. His father was an older version, both dressed immaculately. We were so short staffed that I was working the bar and waiting tables. Luckily, being Monday, it was quiet. I have to admit, I gave them a lot of attention, even though Trevor was clearly out of my league, but hoped they would tip well. They left and I went to clear the table. Along with a handsome tip, was his business card. On the back was Trevor's private mobile number, and a scribbled note asking me to text him.
I waited long enough for them to get home, then sent a message. 'Hi Trevor, thanks for popping in this evening. I hope you both enjoyed your meal'. I didn't want to seem too pushy. The reply came back almost immediately, 'You must be earning shit money, Dad and I would like to offer you something better, with accommodation'. My heart jumped. Jerry had been very good to me when I was at rock bottom, but now I was being used. I replied, asking when I could come for an interview. It was agreed for 3pm next day, at their house on the posh side of town. I dressed in the smartest clothes I had and left in plenty of time, as it would take two busses to get there. Their house was massive. Trevor answered the door, with a broad smile, wearing an Adidas hoodie and board shorts, is hair a little ruffled, making him look even sexier. I was shown through to a large lounge with Chesterfield sofas and abstract paintings on the wall. Scott, his father, had tailored chino shorts that bulged nicely, and a pink polo shirt. They offered me a glass of red, and I sat facing the two of them. After exchanging pleasantries, Scott said, "You must be wondering why we've asked to here". It was rhetoric, so he went on, "We like your work ethic. We watched you the other evening, and as well as being good-looking, you didn't stop during the time we were there. Trevor worked in bars while at university, so I know the pay is rubbish. I can offer you something much better". I thanked them, and asked what they had in mind. Scott went on : "I established an online business, more as a hobby, but it has taken off, so much so, that I pulled Trevor out of uni, though he's finishing the course online, and we still need more help. It only involves answering emails and organising shipments. The problem is, it's gone global, I like to respond to customers quickly. We have two spare bedrooms, you can choose, they're both en-suite. I'll double what the pub pays you. I have a good nose for picking the right people, and I know you're the right fit. It will allow me to get on with the rest of my work." I couldn't believe what I was hearing, less than a year ago, I was on my ass. He drove me back to the pub in his Jaguar, saying he'd arrange driving lessons for me. I handed my notice in that evening.
I moved in with what few possessions I owned, and was taken out to dinner to celebrate. We got home, with me a little tipsy, and my camp voice worse. More wine at home, and Trevor had to help me to bed. He gently undressed me down to some tatty boxers, but even with the effects of the alcohol, his undressing me gave me a boner. Without asking, he put his hand on my knob and we kissed. I pulled him closer. Within minutes, he was naked in bed beside me. The dick that impressed through his clothes, now an impressive 8", and completely shaved. He kissed down my body until we could sixty-nine. He reached around and played with my ring. I had sobered up enough to desperately want him inside me. He turned around, we kissed again, I drew my legs up, and he mounted me. I groaned as his cock inched in. We changed, lying on our sides, he held my leg up and took me from behind. I began tossing and made the duvet messy, but Trevor hadn't finished. He lay me on my back and re-entered, pumping hard, he bred me. He slept with me.
I woke next morning with a hangover. Trevor had already left. I made my way to the en-suite. The hot shower brought me back to life. In the kitchen, Trevor was in CK boxers, with a mug of coffee. "Morning, beautiful, how's your head?" Breakfast, and we started work. They gave me a laptop. It was easy work and I slipped into it easily. We finished at 5.00. I spent the evening in my bedroom, checking out gay porn sites and jerking. I'd almost cum, when Trevor knocked on my door and invited himself in. He started to say sorry for taking advantage of me, but I pulled him to me. He was at the right height for me to unzip him and fish out his lovely pole. It quickly stood to attention. He unbuckled his jeans and gave me full access. I was fellating him, teasing precum from him, when his dad, Scott came in. I soon had two cocks to suck on. To my surprise, they put their arms round each other and kissed. I pretended not to notice, and concentrated on bringing them to orgasm. "I want to fuck you", Scott said to me. "Okay, dad, can I watch?" I was in no place to complain, and I was really turned on. I moved the laptop off the bed. Scott stripped, his dick was at least as big as his son's. I lay on my back and let him help himself. Trevor stroked his penis as his dad mounted me. To spur him on, I became quite vocal, until Trevor put his dick in my mouth, spit-roasting me with a father and son duo. Needless to say, it didn't take me long to cum. They swapped and the dick that had been inside me was now down my throat. I should have been disgusted, but it was so erotic, I didn't give a fuck. Trevor banged and bred me. His father took over from him, and soon I was bred for a second time. I made my duvet wet again.
Living rent free, and getting paid well, I'd finally found my place in life, Okay, so I was used as their plaything. That suited me fine, all the sex I wanted as well. Only a year or so since I was on the streets. And that's my story, I hope you've enjoyed it xx
