Signing the Contract (Lusty Landlords Book 2) by C J Edwards Read Free Book Online Page A

you won’t need to
wear underwear any more when you’re around us.” His fingers began to explore
around her pussy. “Hey, what a good girl!” he exclaimed. “You’ve unzipped your
beaver for us.”
    “Umm,
yes I waxed it this morning,” said Lisa getting flustered.
    “Good,”
said Steve, dipping a finger into an already slick hole. “Go and sit in that
armchair over there and whack off. I want to see you make yourself cum.”
    This
was another new experience for Lisa. She was used to masturbating, like any
healthy young woman but had never done it before with anyone watching. She sat
back, opened her legs and closed her eyes, very aware that the older couple had
both pulled chairs up to only a couple of feet away and were watching her
intently.
    She
could feel her humiliation blush from her face, right down to the points of her
nipples and tried to focus only on her clitoris. She felt someone’s lips around
her right nipple and as she kept her eyes tightly closed, didn’t know if it was
Mr or Mrs Marshall. And then the mouth around her other teat told her it was
both of them. The hard sucking motion helped her along and in no time at all
her two middle fingers were sawing in and out of her hot, moist slit with a
loud squelching sound.
    Steve
reluctantly let the nipple drop from his mouth to grab the digital camcorder.
He had meant to get some film the previous night and forgot so he was going to
film every moment of today’s entertainments. Lisa’s hips were bucking
erratically now and his wife’s fingers had joined the girl’s to rub around her
clitoris as Lisa fucked herself hard and fast.
    Suddenly
Lisa came with a cry and a series of spasms. Opening her eyes as she came down,
she saw her landlord pointing the camera at her. “What are you doing? she
gasped, still out of breath. “What are you going to do with that?”
    “I
don’t know sweetheart,” answered Steve smugly. “At the moment it’s just for our
private collection but who knows. Maybe we’ll be able to make you some money as
an internet porn star?”
    “No,”
protested Lisa. “I don’t want you posting stuff on the internet!”
    Helen
grabbed the younger woman by the cheeks and pulled her face across to look at
hers. “Okay sweetheart,” she started with a stern tone. “It’s time you realised
that we have your best interests at heart and you need to trust us. Do you
understand?”
    “Yes,”
Lisa muttered.
    “Good,”
said Steve, pulling her to her feet. “Let’s go and look at the contract.”
    “Contract?”
asked Lisa, not really understanding.
    “That’s
right,” answered Helen. “This won’t work without a contract. It lays down what
you’re prepared to do and what you get out of it. We made it up this morning
from a similar one we’ve used before.”
    “Used
before? Asked a confused teenager.
    “That’s
right. You’re not exactly the first pretty young thing that couldn’t pay her
rent. Come on, it’s in the kitchen.”
    Lisa
took her time reading through the twenty pages. From what she could make out,
it gave her the right to live in the flat rent free for as long as she
submitted her body willingly to Mr and Mrs Marshall for what purpose they would
determine. She was a bright girl and realised she was effectively selling
herself into slavery and said as much.
    “I
suppose that’s as good a description as any,” smiled Helen. “There are two
differences though. Firstly, you can end it any time you wish. And if we’re in
the middle of a session, you do that by saying the safe word ‘Red’. We’ll then
give you two weeks to move out of the flat. Secondly, after your response last
night, we are completely sure that you’ll enjoy it.”
    Lisa
shrugged. “Here goes nothing then,” she said nonchalantly and signed the bottom
of the form.
    Helen
and Steve quickly counter-signed it before the landlady put it safely away.
“That’s that all done them” said Steve. “Time to seal the