The Best Apartment Tour Ever [MF]

I went to go look at an apartment the other day. It was interesting, to say the least.

So I walked in the door and the little bell jingled above me. I walked towards the front desk and sat down, waiting.

A young guy – in his 20s for sure – came out from the office and extended his hand to me. I stood and shook his hand, smiling.

“Tristen,” he said. “How can I help you?”

“Hi, Tristen. I’m Ginger.” I answered. I explained to him how I was looking for a new place in the area and wanted to take a tour. He nodded and started pulling out a brochure.

As he gathered documents together, I played with my ring. I could see him looking at it.

“Are you engaged?” he asked me.

I was a bit surprised he would ask this question, but not bothered by it.

“No.”

He looked at the ring and I looked down at it as well. “This is a $6 ring from Ross.”

We both laughed.

“It helps at bars when guys won’t leave me alone!” I explained.

He chuckled and said, “I’d imagine so.”

We continued discussing the apartment features and pricing. I knew it was a little out of my price range, but whatever – I could stretch a little if need be.

Throughout our conversation, I dropped little tidbits, mentioning I had a partner, how I work several jobs, how Sir and I are polyamorous.

At one point he asked me how I met Sir. I blushed and said, “Uh, well…. How honest can I be about this? Are you kink and alternative friendly?”

He looked intrigued. “I mean, I don’t care. I’ve been around that stuff, but I can’t say that… Because my job.”

I giggled. “We met as swingers.”

He looked a bit shocked and I laughed again. “My life is weird and exciting,” I told him.

I was throwing this guy for a loop. He was so thirsty!

I slipped on my coat, he took my ID, and we went to go tour the apartment unit we’d discussed. He opened the door of the fitness center for me and we walked on through.

He explained the fitness center hours and machines available, and then we walked out the door to the pond. He told me not to swim in it, because people apparently had tried. LOL

I told him, “Oh, don’t worry. I won’t do that. I like to get in trouble in other ways.”

I nearly looked down to see if I was having an effect on him, but I was struggling so hard to contain my laughter I couldn’t.

It was pretty normal. He opened the door to the unit and we walked inside. He showed me every inch of the apartment, and I opened all the cabinets and doors and looked around.

We continued to chat as I browsed. Several details I shared made him say, “I’d ask more, but I can’t… because my job.”

I was teasing the fuck out of him and enjoying it. Being evil is fun!

It was not what I wanted. The closets were teeny tiny and the space was not well represented from the illustrations I’d seen online. The floor plan image had included a closet with built-in shelves and closet space extending the entire length of the bedroom. That was not the case in person. I was disappointed.

I pretended like everything was fine, though. I was not interested in his “hard sell” and having to be polite and all that nonsense. So we walked on and he showed me the swimming pools and laundry centers.

I asked if we could head back, as I was getting really cold and he said, “Yeah.”

Already I’d decided not to consider this place, but I *was* considering something else. I certainly had the upper hand here, but I decided all in all that it was best to not fluster him in front of his coworkers out of respect. This was his job, after all. I didn’t want him to get in trouble or get fired.

So I let it simmer down. We reached the office and shook hands before I thanked him.

He said, “Hope to see you again soon and… keep in touch!”

I was giggling when I left for the parking lot.

I was about 5 minutes from home when I got a text from the apartment complex:

“Ginger – this is Tristen with X Apartments. You left your ID here.”

Me: “Good god. Thanks for letting me know. I know you close at 5:30, but can you wait for me so I can come get it?”

Tristen: “Absolutely. See you soon.”

I drove back, kicking myself for having to go through traffic again. Eventually I got there and jumped out of the car, realizing I only had one earring on as well.

“Jesus Christ, I’m a mess today!” I thought to myself as I walked towards the office.

The sign said “WILL RETURN AT 8:30 AM” but the door was open. The lights were all off. A little creepy, but I guess he was eager to close up and GTFO of there.

I walked in and saw no one, so I called out, “Hello? I’m here to get my ID.”

I heard Tristen’s voice coming from the back of the office building, towards the door to the pond, and waited.

He came up to me and said, “Hi again. I’m so sorry. I should have reminded you – it was my responsibility and totally my fault. I apologize for the inconvenience.”

“It’s alright,” I replied, pausing to consider an idea.

“However – don’t judge me – I have also realized I’ve lost an earring. Any chance we could open up that apartment again? I bet it’s in there.”

He paused, unsure of what he should do. I mean, it was just he and I there. Granted, it’s not like I could do much damage, but he still seemed to consider whether it was a good idea or not for a minute before shrugging and agreeing to help me look.

“Oh, God,” I thought to myself. “What am I doing? Why do I keep trying to turn my real life into porn?” LOL

He locked the front door of the office and grabbed the keys to the apartment unit and we headed back out the doors to the pond area.

As we walked, he asked me, “So did you make it home or…?”

I told him, “Almost. But not quite. I told my boyfriend to put his clothes back on.” I laughed as he laughed, too – but nervously.

My heart was beating faster as he unlocked the door to the unit and we stepped inside. He closed the door behind us.

Could I do this? I was an anxious mess. Good god, what had I done?

“Maybe I should just look for the earring and leave. But then, man, this would be a good story…” I thought.

Yes, I argued with myself. Yay anxiety!

“Okay, so where is this damn earring?” I asked, not expecting an answer. Even worse, it was a stud earring, so it was TINY. It was going to be tough to find.

This was it, though – it was now or never. I got down on my hands and knees and started “looking.” To be honest, I didn’t give a fuck about the earring at this point. I took a deep breath and spoke up.

“Okay, so this earring is itty bitty. I mean tiny. It’s a stud earring. It looks like this.” I motioned for him to come closer to view the other matching stud. He nodded, a bit flustered.

He had been roped into also searching for this tiny piece of jewelry. LOL But he didn’t stop to ask me if I wanted help or say no – he just did it.

“So earlier you were saying you wanted to ask me stuff and you couldn’t. It’s after work hours. You can ask me now.”

He looked surprised. This man was perpetually shocked. Had he not interacted with women who actually spoke to him?

“Come on now, I know you have some burning questions for me. About poly. About my relationship. About my modeling… Hmm?”

He blushed and I laughed. “Alright, well I’ll start. This thing around my neck is a collar. It means I belong to Sir. I’m his submissive. That entails various things, which you can ask about if you’re curious…”

He still didn’t know how to speak. I just looked at him, sitting on the floor, and waited.

“Um, so you go to BDSM clubs? Swinger clubs?”

“Yep,” I answered. “Sometimes he hits me with stuff. Sometimes he ties me up. Sometimes we play. Sometimes we play with others. Sometimes he makes me watch. It’s fun.”

“Wow,” he said. “I’ve always wanted to go to one of those, but just haven’t found the right partner.”

“I know the struggle. I was lucky with Sir. He’s so open minded. And the trick to visiting those as a single male is finding a play partner – not a wife or girlfriend, but a play partner – to attend with you. That way you get the couple’s rate going in, which is much more affordable. Just don’t walk around by yourself, ’cause that’s usually pretty creepy. You present as a couple even if there’s no romantic connection. Yes, friends with benefits and fuck buddies count as couples.”

“Smart. Still, though, I don’t know how to meet women who would be into that.”

“You just met one,” I said, all matter of fact, waiting for him to just explode into embarrassment. But he didn’t this time.

“Did I?” he asked me, literally asking.

“You did.” I said, waiting for him to make a move.

“I think I found it,” he said.

Hmm, maybe he was shutting it down. Hell, he could even not be attracted to me, though form our interactions I doubted that.

I crawled over to the corner he was in and asked him to see it.

Welp, he wasn’t wrong – there it was. I was kind of disappointed, but oh well.

I had one final attempt at seducing this guy, so I asked, “Can you put it on for me?”

He didn’t even stop to ask why. I had asked him to touch me and he immediately obliged. I stood up in front of him as he also stood. We were very close. I handed him the extra earring backing from my purse and he moved closer to me, pressing it into my ear.

I gasped as he first touched me, blushing and looking down. When he was done, his hand rested on my shoulder. I moved back, closer than before, pressing my ass against his now very obvious boner.

“Are you sure,” he asked me, nervous.

I flipped around and looked him in the face. “I’m very sure,” I said, already unbuttoning my shirt to reveal my camisole and the straps of my lace bra.

He just looked at them, not moving. I took his hand in mine and laced his fingers under my cami straps, urging him to pull them off of my shoulders. “Undress me,” I said.

With his still-shocked look on his face, he began to slide the straps of my cami off my shoulders, then lifting the camisole above my head and throwing it onto the floor.

Wow, this was happening. I couldn’t believe it. And I didn’t even care if the door was locked. I liked not knowing.

He was far too clothed, so I helped him remove his shirt and pants, kicking them off into a corner. He and I were both in our underwear now. I unhooked my bra and threw it down.

“Touch me,” I instructed him, and he obeyed. It felt weird to give instructions, but also powerful.

His hands found my breasts, and started to massage them. I told him to tug on my nipples hard and it seemed like something suddenly clicked in him. He grabbed them and tugged hard, twisting them left and right and watching me as he did so.

“Good,” I said. “Now. It’s my turn to touch.”

I got down onto my knees and slid my fingers into the top of his boxers, tugging them down to his ankles. He kicked them off.

It was a great cock – He had girth :) I love a good, thick cock.

I opened my mouth wide, showing him my tongue. He knew what was about to happen. I couldn’t wait to feel a brand new cock enter one of my holes.

I leaned forward and slowly trailed my lips along his thighs, my breath hot on his skin. I could feel myself creaming as I continued. His cock pulsed above me.

I trailed my tongue up his balls, from the base of his shaft to the tip of his cock. He moaned above me, and I took him into my mouth, slowly inching along until I could feel him in my throat. I sat there for a moment, relishing in the feeling of his dick pulsing in my throat, before continuing on.

He moaned above me as I sucked his cock and my cunt just dripped and dripped below him. I grabbed his boxers and put them beneath me to catch my juices. Plus, that’d be fun later. ?

I cradled his balls in one hand, while pushing him in deeper by grabbing his ass with the other.

Then, when I was ready, I said, “Fuck my face. Hard.”

“How hard?” he asked me.

“HARD,” I replied, irritated.

He grabbed my head and tentatively pushed his cock deeper into my throat. I mumbled, “Harder. USE ME.”

I had to pull off his cock to tell him how to use me. “I’ll stop you if it’s too much. Just do it!”

With my blessing, he grabbed my head again and shoved his cock into my throat, deep, hard. I was already drooling, spit dripping out onto my chest. My cunt was going mad. He was delicious.

He started to fuck my face then, getting faster and faster, harder and deeper. Making me choke and gag, but not stopping unless I told him to. I was covered in spit, drooling everywhere, a complete mess. And I fucking loved it.

He was getting close, so I took a breath to tell him to hold it.

He held his cock in my throat for as long as I could take before I pulled off, gagging and choking, but desperate for more.

“Now, finger me. This pussy is wet, but it needs a little more.” 

“I’m a squirter, by the way,” I told him, and he suggested we move to the kitchen or bathroom where it was tiled. So we did.

He got down onto the floor with me and bent over me, his boxers still positioned beneath me to catch all those yummy cunt juices.

And he slipped two fingers inside of me.

“Make me cum.”

And he did. He pumped his fingers in and out of me, hitting my G spot, rubbing my clit with his tongue every once and again, and finally, pulled an orgasm out of me.

“Harder. FASTER.” I told him as I got close and felt myself about to cum.

He obeyed and I felt myself cumming, squirting out onto his boxers beneath us.

I laughed as he realized what had happened. “Aww, you’ll have to wear those home, huh? Now fuck me. I need to be filled with that big, fat cock.”

He picked me up and bent me over the counter, spreading my ass cheeks to view that wet, dripping hole that’d just squirted all over his clothes. 

I heard him open and slide on a condom.

“Here’s my cock for you,” he said as I felt him position himself against the entrance to my cunt.

“Put it in, dear God. Fuck me already!” I begged. “And pull my hair. Take me like a fucking man.”

He grabbed me by the hair then and rammed his cock deep into my hungry cunt. “Like this?” 

“Yes,” I groaned. “Just like that. But call me slut or bitch. Both.”

“You like this cock, bitch?” he asked me.

“Yeah I do,” I moaned as he pumped his thick shaft into me again and again, one hand holding onto my hair, the other on my hips, holding me close to him.

He pounded me hard. I was trying so hard not to scream, but this cock was so good. Big and girthy, but not too wide, perfect length. A little bit of a curve to it. Mmm…

“When you cum, you’re going to cum on my face. I’ll wear it home and Sir will be so proud. You’re going to wear those boxers home. Sit in my juices. Think about what you did and revel in the shame and depravity of it.”

“I’m getting close,” he said. So I got down on my knees and opened wide. He jacked off above me and I watched his balls sway back and forth. I couldn’t resist, so I reached up to fondle them as he sprayed his load onto my eager face and mouth.

Mmmm, cum…

We cleaned up before getting dressed and heading out the door. 

“Can you believe that just happened?” I asked him.

“No, not really,” he said.

I laughed. “Well, enjoy your boxers. I gotta get home.”

I gave him one final kiss before heading out the door and to my car. I wondered how he was going to react. If he would tell anyone. If he’d try to contact me again or if we’d ever see each other again.

And then I went home ? 

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