The House of Deirdre
Copyright© 2022 by Maracorby
Chapter 2
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 2 - Real Estate agent John discovers a house that loosens the inhibitions and draws out the kinky side of its visitors. But sometimes, perhaps, inhibitions are best left intact.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Ma/ft Ma/Ma Mult Mind Control Reluctant Fiction Cuckold FemaleDom Light Bond Group Sex Anal Sex First Oral Sex
Naturally I had explained away my experience with Gina and Patrick as a result of her hormone treatments and their own kinky proclivities. The next time I showed the Sex House, it was to Ellie Curtis, a woman who had just finished a year-long ugly divorce. She had decided to indulge herself in a nice big house all to herself. She was a bank executive, and in her skirt-suit with an expressionless face, she presented an intimidating visage, despite her small size. I’m sure that when she gave orders, glaring through over-sized glasses with her curly flaming orange hair done up in a bun, there was no feeling of warmth in her subordinates.
But with me she had let her hair down, literally and figuratively. I think that between work and her recent ordeal with lawyers and bureaucrats, she was relieved to be able relax around someone and let them make the decisions. On the day we looked at the Sex House, she was wearing a pale pink blouse with ruffled short sleeves, and a floral print skirt. Her mane of hair was hanging free, half-way down her back.
Ellie blushed when she opened a nightstand drawer in the master bedroom and found a half-opened box of condoms and a bottle of lube. “I hope I get as much action in this house as the current owner does,” she said nervously. It was a strange thing to find in the nightstand, though. Nobody had lived in the house for quite some time, according to the database; and yet, that’s not the sort of thing you leave behind when staging a house for sale.
“Have you thought about what you’d do with the extra bedrooms?” I asked as Ellie admired the view from one of the other bedrooms.
“One of them would have to be an office,” she said, thinking out loud. “I’d love to put my treadmill in front of this window - it’s so sunny - but I’m worried that it might be too visible from the street.”
“Why is that a problem?” I asked.
“Oh,” she said with some embarrassment. “When I run on the treadmill I only wear a sports bra. Can you image what the neighbors would think if they saw me like that?” I could imagine it quite vividly.
We were in the livingroom when I asked if she had thought about having children. “I don’t know - maybe some day,” she said. “I’m so exhausted from constantly planning and fighting to control everything. I think I need to spend a couple months just letting life happen to me, you know?”
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