His Bratty Ex - Desperately Needs a Place to Stay

Long train rides were meditative for Victor. The gentle beat of the tracks calmed him. The hush of the quiet car he had picked to sit in lulled him into a state of stillness that fought back the chaos that had plagued him all summer.

He’d gone on vacation to get away from the city. To get away from his job. And most of all, to get away from her. To get away from Ashley. Even thinking of her name disrupted his calm for a moment. He reminded himself that he had taken care of all that. He had finally ended that relationship. He was free of her. The thought made him both relieved and filled with longing.

Ashley was like a siren. One of those mythical creatures who sat on a rock and called men to their doom. Only instead of an otherworldly song of beauty, she lured him in with a bratty pout and perfect tits. She was a mean little thing, but she was also ridiculously attractive and unmercifully sexy. Unfortunately, her demands, her whining, and her general selfishness made her unbearable.

Two weeks in the country had served him well, though. So well, he decided to forgo the third week he had originally planned. Instead, he decided to come home and start reorganizing things. He wanted a fresh start for the upcoming autumn. I considered that he might even start dating soon.

It was when he got to the door of his apartment that he sensed something was wrong. His door had two locks, but only one of them was locked. He always locked both. Then, opening his door, he saw that the hall light was on.

He walked through his apartment quietly, rolling his suitcases into his living room and taking off his jacket quietly. He heard a sound and crouched down a bit, hands out, ready to defend himself.

The rhythmic sound of flesh slapping against flesh echoed through the apartment, but there was a quality of it that made him sure it was a recording. Then, a high-pitched moan cut through the sounds, a live moan. It was Ashley’s moan; he was immediately sure of it.

Creeping to his bedroom, he stood just outside the open door. Leaning his head in, he saw her on his bed. She wore a small black t-shirt, pulled up over her breasts, and nothing else. Her skin was smooth, and she had a slight swell of a belly. The familiar power of her beauty tightened around his heart like a vice. His cock awakened in his jeans.

She was a short, athletic girl, stocky and thick. She’d been a college field hockey player. Toned arms, powerful legs, and massive thighs. Her skin was tan from being outside all summer and peppered with freckles. She ran, she swam, she played volleyball and soccer. She was very active. She did everything but look for a job.

She was lying on her back, turned slightly away from the door. She was focused on her iPad, which was propped on a pillow, playing a video of a woman with a similar build as hers getting fucked by two men. One in the front, one in the back.

As usual, her shoulder-length red hair was in a ponytail, with her neatly cut bangs almost covering her eyes. She looked like she had the remainder of her thick black eye makeup on from the night before, but its usual sharp shape was smudged and smoky, making her look like one of those emo scene girls. A look that suited her bratty demeanor.

He took a step into the room, wondering how long he could watch. Her hand was between her legs. She had some kind of bright pink toy inside of her, the garish color contrasting with the paleness of her crotch contrasting against her tan, neatly cut off where her bikini covered. The lips of her pussy were shaved bare, with a neat little triangle of dark hair on top, mirroring the triangle patch of her tan lines.

He’d seen her nude many times, of course, but there was something much more illicit and tantalizing watching her. She rubbed her clit in fast circles with one hand and grabbed one of her breasts with the other, roughly pulling on her nipple. She was focused on the porn playing on her iPad. Her breasts were pert, not huge, but proportioned to her thick athletic cut ones. It bounced as she pulled and pinched it. He let out an instinctive groan.

The sound made her turn, and seeing him, she screamed. “Oh my god, what the fuck!”

In an instant, her iPad flew across the room. The sheets were pulled over her, and she crouched on top of the bed in a fighting pose.

“Jesus, it’s me! It’s Victor! You know, the person whose apartment you are in!”

She calmed slightly, sitting back on the bed, her face red. “You scared the shit out of me! What the fuck are you doing here.” She said, looking a bit comical as her shirt was still pulled up over her tits.

“I live here! What the fuck and you doing here?”

“You wanted me to house sit! I was doing you a favor!” She said, covering herself with her arms, though her tits were difficult to conceal.

“I asked you to stop by and water my plants once a week! And I paid you! I didn’t tell you that you could move back in!” He said, looking around for the first time, seeing her clothes strewn around his bedroom and her three suitcases in the corner.

She pouted, and her eyebrows creased, and she seemed to try desperately to think of some excuse. “Yeah, well, I wanted to make sure they were okay. The plants. Oh, whatever. You’re so fucking uptight,” she said with a roll of her eyes.

Her eyes widened as she remembered what state her clothes were in and finally pulled her shirt down over her tits.

“Basically, moving back in and throwing your clothes around my bedroom wasn’t part of the job. And masturbating in my bed was definitely not part of the job, Ashley! Hell, watering plants isn’t a job! I just wanted to give you a little extra money to help you out, and this is how I’m thanked?”

She opened and closed her mouth, trying to find some excuse, but she couldn’t. She got up and frowned, crossed her arms, and stomped, looking like a petulant child.

“Yeah, well- Well- Well, you were the one watching? Pervert!”

Victor sighed and shook his head, looking down at the floor.

“God, what do you want me to do! You’re being such a dick about this. I can’t believe I used to think you were too nice for me!” She said, looking around until she found her panties. She put them on with a huff. She was fuming. Madder than he had ever seen her. She almost fell over, pulling her underwear on, and he held in a laugh.

Most of the time they had been together, he had been almost afraid of her. She was so beautiful and so out of his league. He kept worrying about doing something to upset her, something that might make her leave.

She was always a mess, leaving her things around the house, leaving the lights on when she left, leaving dishes in the sink and towels on the floor. She whined at him constantly, asking him for money, asking him for favors, asking him to entertain her in various ways.

As he watched her cross her arms under her breasts, his desire fought with his anger.

“Okay, okay! I give up. You know what? Fine. I don’t care that you were in my house. I don’t care that you were watching porn and jerking off in my bed. Just go. I’m home now, and I can water my own damn plants. We broke up. So just leave.”

Her mean frown quivered. It melted into a pout, and then her bottom lip trembled.

“I don’t have anywhere to go. What do you want, Victor? Do you want me to beg? I’m in a really bad place. Can’t you just let me stay here?” She crossed her arms under her pert breasts and pouted.

Usually, her pout made him helpless against her, but somehow, the situation had given him more power, and he was resolute.

“Your parents are rich, Ashley. I know you don’t get along with them, but if you can’t get a job, you’re just going to have to bite the bullet and go back to Connecticut.”

“I don’t-” she started, and her voice broke. “I can’t give up on New York yet,” she choked out. She looked down and then away, unable to meet his eyes. He could see the tears streaming down her face even as she tried to hide them.

He took a breath and considered reaching out, comforting her, but he reconsidered. They were broken up. It was sad, but it wasn’t his problem. “Ashley, I’m sorry. I know you are having a hard time. I really am sorry, but you’re going to have to go to your parents or something. You have options. You have friends and family. Listen, I can pay for a cab or something- I have frequent flier miles. I could even help you get to your parents’ place,” he said, taking out his phone, but she cut him off.

“What if I’m good?” She asked, looking up at him, her tear-filled eyes pleading.

He looked up from his phone in confusion.

“I know-I’m a-I mean-I know I’m a fucking brat, and I’m messy, and I’m annoying, but what if I was good. I can, like, be a good girl for you if you let me stay for a few days,” she said, taking a few steps towards him, biting her bottom lip and wiping her eyes.

“We just don’t work as a couple, Ash-”

“I don’t mean a couple. I mean, you let me stay here for a while, and I’ll be your-your whatever you want. I won’t be sarcastic. I won’t make demands. I won’t make a mess. I’ll clean and make things nice for you. I just can’t face my parents. I can’t let them look at me with pity. I can make your life easier. I really can,” she said, looking around for something to prove it to him.

He shook his head and was about to continue calling her a taxi.

“And you can fuck me. Not like boyfriend and girlfriend. Not the nice mutual pleasure kind of sex. You can use me. However, you want. As much as you want. Like I can be eating breakfast, and you can just bend me over and pump a load into me before you go to work.”

His eyes widened, and he stared at her as he processed what she said.

“Ashley. Wow. That’s. Um. Honestly temping. But we both know you can stop being a brat.”

She looked down again and considered what he said. “Well, if I am a brat, then you can spank me. Or whatever you want. You can slap me across the face. You can lock me in a cage. I won’t complain. I won’t say no.”

He looked at her. He really looked at her. His heart fell. “Ashley, I can’t use your hardship to have a live-in fuck toy.”

She looked up at him, her eyes flashing with anger. “Victor. You are right. I do have options. I’m telling you right now, I want to stay here, in your apartment. And for that, I will be your free-use slut, and I will try my best to be obedient and good for you. That’s the option I want.”

They stood there for a full minute, appraising each other and considering what had been said.

“Do you still have those long socks? The ones from your field hocky uniform? The black ones with the white stripes that go up almost to your thighs?”

The questions seemed to completely confuse her. She processed what he asked for a moment before nodding. “I-I guess, yeah.”

“I’m going to go out for a while. In fact, I’m going to go out for two hours. At that time, I want my bedroom cleaned of all your clothes and shit. I want my suitcases unpacked and all my clothes put in the washing machine. I want you showered and in nothing but those socks when I come home. I want you back on my bed, watching your porn, fucking yourself when I get back here. When I come back into the bedroom, you’re not going to notice me. You’re going to watch your dirty movies and show me how you come to them.”

She swallowed. She took a few deep breaths. She ran over to the other side of the room and picked up her iPad.

“Clean up the bedroom. Unpack your suitcase and put the clothes in the washing machine. Take a shower. Put on the socks. Be waiting in bed masturbating in two hours,” she read off as she typed out a list for herself.

His eyebrows went up, impressed.

“Would you like me groomed in any special way?” She asked, her voice noticeably sweeter.

His eyes narrowed on her. He was still dubious, but he was coming around to the concept. “I like it how it is. Shaved on the bottom, that little tuft of red hair on the top. Legs smooth.”

“And when you come in, I should ignore you? No matter what happens?” She said, biting her bottom lip.

Victor swallowed, his body reacting before his head even had time.

“Yes. Until I say your name,” he explained.

“Yes, sir. I can do that for you,” she said, turning and starting to pick up her clothes off the floor.

He watched her, in her t-shirt and panties, cleaning up his bedroom for a moment. He could almost see her holding the brat back. Biting her lip and trying to be good. His brain was formulating plans. After a minute, he turned, grabbed his keys, and went out.

He took a long walk by the river and considered what he might have just signed up for. He went grocery shopping. Buying all the things that he had used up before his long vacation. He bought a few special things for himself. A little bourbon, a little ice cream. He bought a large whiteboard. Something he might use to put down the new rules for his house.

Coming back in, he let himself forget. He fell into the fantasy as he came back into his apartment. What was that noise? It sounded like someone having sex. No, it was a video. It was coming from his bedroom.

Walking back to his bedroom, he smelled sweet soap and shampoo and the distinct scent of Ashley’s pussy.

Once more, he stood in the doorway of his bedroom, and his gaze fell on the mostly naked form of Ashley. She was once again lying in his bed, half turned away from the door, looking at her iPad.

This time, she was naked, except for her over-the-knee socks. Just as he had told her. Her hair was slightly damp and in a ponytail. This time her eye makeup was perfect and she wore pink lipgloss and blush. Her legs were spread wide, her knees bent, and her pelvis was pushing up, her ass rising off the bed as her fingers rubbed her luridly pink pussy.

Her smooth tan skin glistened slightly, perhaps from the shower, perhaps from perspiration. Her breasts and the triangle around her crotch were lighter, and the tan lines seemed to somehow make her look all the more illicitly nude.

She didn’t turn and acknowledge him, and he walked in a bit more, leaning against the wall and watching her wet fingers slip over her clit and sink into her pussy. Her legs widened, and her back arched as she moaned.

On the screen, a young woman was wearing the same socks Ashley was wearing and was lying in bed, seemingly asleep, as a man fondled her large breasts.

Victor was impressed. When they lived together, Ashley had a high sex drive but a pretty low level of patience when it came to playing out fantasies. Victor had tried to get her into some role-playing or kinky games, but she mostly just wanted to be fucked roughly and then left to her iPhone games.

As he crept closer to the bed, he wondered if she was really so desperate to stay with him that she would follow his instructions to the letter or if she had always wanted to do something kinky and just needed to be told to.