[MF] Creative Housing Solution part 2 (Freeuse)

Tom gets ready for work, resisting the urge to take care of his massive erection in the shower, wanting to wait and see what happened with his first Foreigne Exchange student. He gets to work, burrying himself in reports and presentations as he tells himself she would not be desprate enough to even respond to his email, despite his colleagues assuring him that there is always one student a year that would accept the offer. Tom gets home to see an email from Emma.

The contract attached to the message and her response asking for a plan ticket as part of the agreement. He smiles as he always appreciate a good negotiation.

Tom agrees, purchasing a first class ticket from Melborn to LAX. He closes the email out, setting out to book her dr appointment and get her room ready, ordering a large assortment of toys, straps, lingere and lubes for his future enjoyment. She would be here in 2 days and he was dying in anticipation…

The next two days drag by for both of them, Emma is a nervous wreck, never being one to sleep around, but never embarresed by her body, or sex in general. She was oddly curious what this stranger actually meant by some of the terms in the contract she had hastily agreed to. She spent the next two days packing, and getting her things in order to be gone for the year, spending times with friends and family, leaving the dark details of her housing out of conversation with all of them. She wakes up the day of her flight tobsee a black car waiting outside to take her to her flight.

Emma is thankful that Tom splurged on the 1st class ticket as the flight was a brutal 15 hour ordeal. She was comfy in her overstuffed leather recliner, but could not drift off to sleep, knowing she was speeding towards a very uncertain next 9 months. She finally drifts away, somewhere over the pacific, dreaming of what Tom may look like, act like, good and bad dreams fill her head, images of rose pedal filled bath tubs surrounded by candles to a dark basement dungeon. Emma wakes up as the plane is touching down at LAX, a driver is waiting to pick her up to take her straight to the DR to fufil the first leg of the contract.

Emma’s phone updates to the US network, floods of texts come in from all of her friends asking how the flight went, she spends the time in the car responding to everyone, getting a bit of a surprise when the door opens in front of a nice looking dr’s office. She is ushered into a private room, skipping the waiting room and check in process.

The dr comes in and asks her to undress, handing Emma a paper gown. Nothing new to her, as she complies. She pulls her comfy black tshirt over her head, her perky c cup breasts filling out the white cotton bra that she unclaspes and stack on her shirt. She slides her black leggings down next, rolling her white thong along with them, folding everything up in a neat pile next to the exam chair. She slide the cold gown over her tan, tight body and sits on the steril feeling leather chair, hearing a knock on the door as the dr comes in, getting gloves on and getting to work poking and proding her as she lays back, letting her mind wonder to meeting her new “boss” Emma’s thoughts drift to the darker, dirtier side of the arrangement, she blushes as she feel her wettness grow between her legs as the dr checks her shaved slit. She feels a sharp pinch as he implants her new birth control device, a little jarred that he did not warn her about the item inserted into her. She snaps back to reality in the room, seeing the dr pull his gloves off and leaves the room for her to get dressed.

She feels a little tender between her legs, feeling a little violated already, but thinking it was for the best. She was all nerves as she get back into the car, knowing the next stop is her new home, the miles drag by, going down the coastal highway till she see the house, a nice large two story house that sits right on the beach, a black bmw sitting out front. Emma is shaking as she gets out of the car, the driver getting her bag for her, but he seemed like he was in a different world. She feels het heart beat in her thought as she walks to the door, her hand trembles as she rings the door bell, looking down at her shoes as she hear steps approach the door.

Emma looks up to see Tom standing in the door way, younger than she expected, in his late 20’s or early 30’s, tall, and in decent shape. “Welcome, i hope your flight was good, and your dr appointment was not too tough on you.” She is silent as she walks in, getting a tour of the house, sge sees the nice kitchen, the large living room that opens to a wall of windows overlooking the ocean. She sheepishly follows Tom to her new room. Its a nicely appointed sspace, large bed, sturdy desk for her studies, and its own bathroom attached. “I’ll let you get settled, the contract does not go into effect till the morning, you can still back out before then and only be responsible for paying for your ticket.”

He close your door, knowing she could not possibly afford the cost of that ticket. Tom heads out to spend the evening with friends, knowing he would be staying in for the foreseeable future…

Emma unpack her things, finding a tresure trove of clothing in the drawers, none of it what she would ever pick out to wear in public, but high end and sexy none the less. She unpacks her bags into the empty drawers and closet, trying to ignore the copious amount of sex toys and lube that she seems to find at every turn. She was going to get through this she tells herself, maybe even enjoy parts of it.

Emma has a quite night in her room, enjoying her last bit of personal space and privacy, not fully grasping just how evasive Tom will become in 12 hours. She get into bed, slightly tempted to try some of her new toys out, but thinking better of it, remembering the faint soreness of her IUD. She fall asleep surprisingly quick, jet lag taking its toll on her

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