F4M - The Shift Change

Standing in the kitchen, I slip on my sandals and pull on the shoulder-straps of my backpack as Mr. Anderson sidles up next to me. "Alright Mr. Anderson, we're all set. I'll see you next month ok?" His hand, which was resting at the small of my back, slides into the waistband of my pants, reaches further down and inserts the tip of his middle finger into my butt. I roll my eyes, "Kevin, its 10 minutes until the shift change, can't you wait until Stacy gets here? She's probably walking over right now."

He pushes his finger deeper inside. "Well that means that you're still mine for the next 10 minutes. Now shut the fuck up and get on your knees and spread your cheeks open." I let out a sigh and pull my pants and panties down, then kneel down on my knees and reach back to spread open. Mr. Anderson unzips his pants and lets them fall to his ankles, then kneels down behind me. He presses the tip of his cock against my clenched up hole, "And besides, Stacy is a fuck slut who never minds when I go in dry. But you on the other hand... I know how much you hate this part." He grabs my hips and jams his cock in my ass, making me scream.

Stacy stands outside and knocks on the door again, looking down at her watch. 8:05. Sweaty and disheveled, I open the door rubbing my bare ass. "Sorry, you know how he is." Kevin calls out from the kitchen, "Stacy, get in here and clean off my dick with your mouth. Now!" I pull up my pants and give her a hug, then a quick kiss on the cheek, "I'm sorry." Stacy shrugs, "Don't worry about it. I've gotten used to the taste of your ass every month. See you on Sunday."

I slip on my sandals once more and Stacy closes the door behind me as I waddle down to the sidewalk, ass still hurting. I'm several minutes late this morning thanks to Mr. Anderson, and normally at 8:00 on Sundays I'm able to wave hello to my colleagues as we all walk next door for the shift change. I finally make it up to your house and knock on the door. Being a house slave on a weekly rotation does have it's ups and downs, but at least theres variety. You open up the door as I pull my blonde hair back into a neater ponytail. "Sorry I'm late, I feel like its this way every month. Its your neighbor, I swear he's the worst."