An Interesting Offer Pt. 06

Will Nolan stepped into Aunt Daisy's place, a mischievous smile tugging at his lips, sharp and sly like he'd been scheming something dirty. His blonde hair was cropped short, a little tousled, framing a face rough with stubble--scruffy but on purpose. He was tall, muscular, white skin bronzed from too much sun, broad shoulders stretching a faded blue tee, jeans hugging thick thighs. Aunt Daisy waved him toward the living room, her tank and shorts casual but tight--soft white cotton tank clinging to her curves, navy shorts of stretchy jersey hugging her hips--while I stood there as Brooke in a delicate peach bralette of fine lace peeking beneath a sheer black blouse, black silk panties smooth as satin under tight shorts of rich charcoal denim, thigh-high stockings of shimmering ebony nylon sleek against my legs. The drizzle outside had faded, but the air inside buzzed, heavy.

"Hey, uh, Will, let's sit and talk," Aunt Daisy said.

Her voice came out bright but strained, nodding at the couch.

"Brooke, grab us some water, huh?" she added.

I caught her quick look--stay close, listen--and nodded, slipping into the kitchen next door. The wall was paper-thin, their voices spilling through clear as I leaned against the counter, pulse kicking.

"Uh, hey, Daisy," Will started.

His tone sounded clumsy, shy.

"Good to, um, see you," he stammered.

"I--uh--I gotta bring up something," he continued.

"Dad's real pissed 'bout the rent," he said.

"You're two months behind, and, uh, he's saying you gotta be out by next month," he explained.

"I know it's been rough since--um--your husband passed," he finished.

Aunt Daisy's voice snapped sharp, disgust dripping.

"What?" she barked.

"Will, that's--God, that's awful," she spat.

"I'm trying, okay?" she pleaded.

"It's been hell since he died--money's gone before I even see it," she said.

She's been sinking--salon tips ain't enough, bills choking her since Uncle's been gone.

Will cleared his throat, loud and shaky.

"I, uh, I get it," he said.

"And I--I could maybe help?" he offered.

"Like, um, cover a month's rent for you," he suggested.

"Wipe it clean," he added.

"But, uh--it'd be a favor," he hesitated.

"If you'd, um, y'know--blow me," he mumbled.

"Just once a day, for a week," he clarified.

This is wild. Aunt Daisy's gasp cut through.

"Will, that's--that's disgusting!" she exclaimed.

"You're serious?" she demanded.

"You think I'd--God, no!" she snapped.

He stumbled, voice cracking.

"I--I ain't tryna be gross, Daisy, I swear!" he rushed.

"Just--uh--Dad's on my ass, and I thought, um, maybe it'd help you out?" he babbled.

"One month, that's all--just, uh, mouth and hands, nothing else," he promised.

She laughed, bitter and shocked.

"A month?" she scoffed.

"You're kidding me," she said.

"I've had creeps at work try worse, but this?" she sneered.

"What about the second month, Will?" she asked.

"I'm still screwed then!" she pointed out.

Will swallowed loud, words tripping over themselves.

"Uh, well, I--I could do both months," he stammered.

"Yeah, both," he confirmed.

"But, um, only if--if that sexy colleague of yours, Brooke, is in too," he added.

"Like, uh, both of you," he said.

"Every day, a week," he specified.

"Mouth and hands--that's it, I promise," he assured.

His tone wavered, awkward as hell.

"I ain't pushing, just--uh--thought it could work?" he finished.

Aunt Daisy's eyes narrowed, her voice slicing through the air like a blade.

"No way, Will--this is fucked up!" she snapped.

"You think I'm some kinda whore to sell myself for rent?" she demanded.

"I've been busting my ass at the salon, dodging handsy bastards, and now you pull this?" she ranted.

"I'll figure something else out--sell my damn car, pick up extra shifts, anything but this shit," she declared.

She crossed her arms tight, chest heaving, disgust rolling off her in waves.

"I ain't that desperate yet," she insisted.

She paced a step, then spun back, desperation cracking her resolve.

"Look, I'll--I'll cook for you, clean your place, hell, I'll even do your laundry for a year if you cover it," she offered.

"Just don't make me do this--I can't stomach the thought of it, Will," she pleaded.

"I've got some pride left, y'know?" she said.

"There's gotta be another way," she begged.

Her hands trembled, voice softening but still raw, pleading for an out that didn't leave her feeling like trash.

Will shifted, rubbing his neck, his flush deepening.

"Daisy, I get it--I do," he said.

"But I ain't got time for that stuff, and Dad's breathing down my neck now," he explained.

"This ain't about you being a whore--it's just a favor, y'know?" he reasoned.

"You help me out, I help you," he added.

"Two months wiped clean, no strings after," he promised.

"Think of it like... exchanging skills, not selling yourself," he suggested.

He hesitated, then pushed on, voice low.

"Talk to Brooke--see what she says," he urged.

"I swear, it's quick and done, and you're safe here," he finished.

His eyes flicked to the floor, awkward but insistent, leaving the ball in her court.

I peeked out, catching Aunt Daisy's face--disgust melting into surprise, her mouth open, eyes wide. She stood fast, brushing past Will.

"I need a sec with Brooke," she said.

She hauled me deeper into the kitchen, shutting the door firm, her voice a harsh whisper.

"Roolk, this is insane--I'm sick over it," she hissed.

"He's offering both months if we--God, I can't even say it," she groaned.

My gut churned.

"Aunt Daisy, no way--I ain't into dudes," I protested.

"Dressing up, yeah, I'm Brooke all day--the skirts, you eyeing me up," I said.

"But sucking him off?" I added.

"That's fucked up, I can't," I finished.

She paced, hands in her hair, disgust still raw.

"I know, I know--it's vile," she agreed.

"Part of me wants to slap him and run," she admitted.

"I've been cornered before--sleazy bastards at the salon--but this?" she ranted.

"Two months' rent, though, Roolk," she said.

"I'm out of options," she confessed.

"I'd rather die than ask this, but--please, just hear me out," she pleaded.

I crossed my arms, shaking my head.

"Hear you out?" I scoffed.

"Aunt Daisy, it's a dude's cock--I don't roll that way," I said.

"You're desperate, I get it, but I'm not--" I trailed off.

She cut in, voice softening, reluctant.

"Wait, wait--just listen," she urged.

"It's just mouth and hands, nothing more," she explained.

"He pays up front--both months," she added.

"I hate this, Roolk--I'm so damn sorry--but it keeps me here," she said.

"I can't lose this place," she finished.

Her eyes flicked away, then back, teasing now, a sly edge creeping in.

"Tell you what--if you do this, I'll make it worth it," she teased.

"You've been eyeing my ass all week in these shorts--how about I let you fuck me there after?" she offered.

"Huh?" she pressed.

"You and me, all night, whatever you want," she finished.

I blinked, caught off guard. Fuck, she's pulling that card?

"You're serious?" I asked.

"You're dangling your ass to get me to suck some guy off?" I smirked, half-laughing, testing her.

"That's low, Aunt Daisy--real low," I added.

She stepped closer, voice dropping husky, teasing hard.

"Oh, c'mon, Roolk--you know you want it," she purred.

"Me bent over, all yours, tight and ready," she painted.

"You've been sneaking looks since you got here--don't play coy now," she teased.

"Just a week, mouth and hands, and then I'm your playground," she offered.

"Deal?" she pressed.

I groaned, leaning back, brain spinning.

"You're evil, you know that?" I said.

"I'm still not sold--this is some next-level shit," I added.

Her grin turned wicked, pressing in.

"Evil, huh?" she chuckled.

"Maybe," she admitted.

"But picture it--me on my knees for you after, begging for it," she whispered.

"You in that thong, me giving it up slow, all sweaty and hot," she painted.

"You'd love it, Roolk--say yes, and I'll make it so good you forget Will even exists," she promised.

I scrubbed my face, torn.

"Fuck, Aunt Daisy--you're killing me," I groaned.

"I don't wanna do this--sucking a dude's cock?" I said.

"I'm out, I can't--" I trailed off.

She tilted her head, voice silky, relentless.

"Can't, huh?" she teased.

"But you can--think of my ass, Roolk, all tight and yours," she purred.

"Me moaning your name, taking it deep--just for you," she added.

"One week, baby, and I'll let you have me however you want," she promised.

"C'mon, don't make me beg twice," she urged.

I laughed, rough and shaky.

"You're already begging--and it's still a guy's junk!" I chuckled.

"You're nuts, Aunt Daisy--nuts and hot as hell," I said.

"I hate this, but..." I trailed off.

She smirked, sensing the crack.

"But you're thinking it--my ass, all yours, wiggling just for you," she teased.

"Say yes, Roolk--I'll ride you silly after, make it so worth it," she promised.

"Please, baby--I'm sorry, but I need this," she begged.

I sighed, long and ragged. She's got me--fuck, that ass, her teasing, two months' rent. I'm slipping.

"Fine, you win--both months, cash now," I gave in.

"Mouth and hands only," I added.

"But you better deliver, Aunt Daisy--I'm holding you to it," I warned.

She squeezed my hand, relief flooding her face, guilt still there.

"I will--God, I'm so sorry, but I will," she said.

"Let's get it done," she added.

We trudged back to the living room, Will still on the couch, hands fidgeting.

"Okay, Will," she said.

Her voice stayed flat but steady.

"Say it again--slow," she demanded.

"One month for me, both if Brooke's in?" she asked.

He nodded, red-faced.

"Uh, yeah--just you, Daisy, I'll cover one month," he said.

"But, um, if Brooke's--uh--if she's in too, I'll do both," he stammered.

"Full two months, wiped," he confirmed.

"Just, y'know, blowjobs--mouth and hands, every day, a week," he clarified.

I leaned in, sharp.

"Cash up front?" I asked.

"Both months, right now?" I pressed.

"Yeah, uh, right here," he said.

He patted his pocket.

"Got it ready--two months' worth," he added.

"Just wanna--uh--help out, y'know?" he finished.

Aunt Daisy's tone hardened.

"This ain't fun for us, Will--I'm half-sick thinking it," she said.

"You sure it's just mouth and hands?" she demanded.

"No tricks?" she added.

He raised his hands quick.

"No tricks--I swear, Daisy!" he rushed.

"Just that," he assured.

"I ain't--I ain't an asshole, just--uh--thought it'd fix things," he explained.

I glared.

"And after the week?" I asked.

"Done--no bullshit?" I pressed.

"Done, yeah," he said.

He nodded fast.

"Just the week--then we're square," he promised.

Aunt Daisy sighed, glancing at me.

"Brooke--I can't force you," she said.

"But this keeps us here," she added.

"I'm begging, and I hate myself for it," she finished.

She's torn--hates this as much as I do, but she's got no play left.

I grunted.

"Fine--cash now, mouth and hands only," I said.

"Let's do it," I added.

Will's grin eased back, less shaky.

"Deal, ladies," he said.

He pulled out a fat wad of bills--two months' rent--and handed it over. Aunt Daisy counted it slow, then nodded. He leaned back, unzipping his jeans, tugging them down. His cock sprang out, thick and half-hard, veins popping.

Aunt Daisy knelt first, me hesitating before dropping beside her, carpet rough on my knees. Fuck, it's real now. She shot me a look--sorry but urging--then leaned in, tongue flicking the tip slow of the 7-inch cock.

Will groaned low, head tipping back.

"Yeah--fuck," he rasped.

I gripped the base, hand unsteady, stroking--the heat of him weird, off-putting.

"Keep going," he muttered.

She sucked soft, lips sliding down, spit gleaming.

"C'mon, Brooke," she nudged.

Okay, I'm doing this--fucking power move, sorta. I leaned in, tongue brushing the head--salty, musky, not my thing--sucking shallow while she licked the shaft.

"Yeah, ladies--fuck, that's it," Will rasped.

He gripped the couch.

"Switch," she whispered.

We traded--her deep, me pumping, then me sucking halfway, her twisting below--spit slicking his thighs, messy and wet.

"Fuck--good," he groaned.

"Almost there," I muttered, jaw aching, but I kept on.

Her moans hummed as she nudged me.

"Don't stop," he panted.

His hips bucked.

"Close--fuck, don't stop," he warned.

He came hard, groaning loud, cum hitting Aunt Daisy's cheek, some splashing my chin.

"Fuck--yes," he gasped.

We pulled back, wiping fast, cash heavy on the table.

Fuck, I can't wrap my head around this--I just went down on a dude, side by side with Aunt Daisy, and what the hell's going on? This wasn't even close to the script, but damn if it didn't spark something in me, even with that cum hitting weird--salty, a little sweet, all sticky and strange.

Will zipped up, smirking soft.

"Tomorrow, ladies," he said.

He swaggered out, and Aunt Daisy locked the door, turning to me, eyes wild but teasing.

"We're safe, Roolk--God, I'm sorry, but you earned this," she said.

I grabbed her, kissing fierce--needing her taste to drown his--and we stumbled to her room, stripping quick, clothes hitting the floor in a heap--her cotton tank and jersey shorts, my lace bralette, silk panties, and denim shorts.

Her promise hung thick in the air, her tease still burning in my ears as I shoved her onto the bed, the mattress creaking under us. Aunt Daisy's skin glistened with a faint sheen of sweat, her breath fast, eyes locked on mine--guilty but hot, ready to pay up.

"You're getting that ass, Roolk," she purred.

Her voice stayed low and sultry, crawling to the edge, spinning around to straddle me reverse cowgirl-style.

I sat up, back against the headboard, my cock rock-hard, throbbing as she hovered over me, her bare ass--round, firm, perfect--teasing just above. She'd grabbed a bottle of lube from the nightstand, slicking her fingers, then mine, her touch deliberate as she coated me, then herself, her breath hitching.

"Gonna ride you slow, baby--make it good," she whispered.

"Fuck--yes," I groaned.

She lowered down, the tight heat of her ass pressing against my tip.

"Oh shit--Aunt Daisy," I moaned loud, hands gripping her hips.

"Feel that?" she gasped, stretching around me--fuck, it was tight, hot, overwhelming.

"Take it slow," I rasped.

She sank inch by inch, gasping sharp.

"Oh fuck, Roolk--yes, yes, fuck me in the ass," she trembled.

"Love it--tight," I growled, her voice breaking with need as she started rocking, slow and deep.

"Harder--nephew," she moaned, her ass bouncing against my thighs.

"Fuck--ride me," I thrust up, matching her, the slick friction driving me wild.

"Make my ass yours, baby--fuck your Auntie hard!" she cried, her moans filling the room--raw and desperate.

"Yes--take it," I grunted, her hands braced on my knees as she rode me, ass clenching tight.

She slid off after a bit, panting, flipping onto her back for missionary anal, legs spreading wide, knees hooked over my shoulders.

"More, Roolk--give it to me," she begged.

"Fuck--coming," I rasped, her voice a husky plea as I lubed up again.

"Slow--nephew," she gasped, sliding into her ass slow.

"Oh--yes," she moaned, watching her face twist--pain, pleasure, all mixed up.

Her hands clawed the sheets, cotton crumpling under her grip, as I pushed deeper, her tight heat swallowing me, my thrusts steady but firm.

"That's it, baby--fuck your Auntie in the ass," she moaned.

"Love this," I growled, eyes half-lidded, her body arching under me, tits bouncing with each pump.

"Deeper--Roolk," she whimpered.

"Fuck--so hot," I leaned in, kissing her neck sloppy, tasting the salt of her skin.

"Yes, yes--fuck me in the ass, Roolk, don't stop!" she cried louder, driving harder--fuck, it felt insane.

"Take it all," I grunted, her ass gripping me like a vise, her cries rising.

"Keep going--nephew!" she begged, her legs trembling, nails digging into my back as I pounded.

"Fuck--yes," I rasped, the bed shaking under us, her heat pulling me in deeper.

She rolled over then, pushing up onto her knees for doggy anal, ass high, head down, hair spilling messy across the pillow.

"Do me, Roolk--fuck Aunt Daisy's ass good," she growled.

"Fuck--here," I gripped her hips, sliding in again, lube slicking the way.

"Yes--nephew," she moaned, her voice thick with lust.

"Take it deep," I rasped, her ass jiggling with each thrust, firm cheeks slapping against me.

"Harder--Roolk!" she cried, the sound loud and wet--fuck, it was primal.

"Yes, yes--make my ass yours, baby!" she moaned into the pillow.

"Love this--fuck," I grunted, her body rocking back to meet me, tight and hot.

"More--Auntie wants it," she begged, my hands squeezing her flesh, pulling her harder onto me.

"Fuck me in the ass, Roolk--oh fuck, yes!" she cried, muffled but wild.

"So tight," I growled, going deep, relentless, her ass clenching tighter.

"Close--fuck," I rasped, pushing me closer, the heat coiling in my gut, unstoppable.

I couldn't hold it anymore--flipped her back to missionary, legs up.

"Last one--take it," I slammed into her ass one last time.

"Aunt Daisy--fuck, here it is!" I groaned loud, my cock pulsing as I came hard.

"Oh--yes, Roolk!" she moaned, cum flooding her, hot and thick.

"That's it, baby--fuck your Auntie in the ass!" she cried, her voice breaking, needy.

"Fuck--so good," I rasped, as I filled her, her ass gripping me through every pulse.

"Yes, yes--fuck me in the ass, make my ass yours," she whimpered.

"Take it all," I growled, hands yanking my hair, pulling me down as I emptied into her, breathless, wrecked.

We collapsed, panting heavy, her legs still around me, my softening length still inside as she laughed shaky against my chest.

"Worth it, Roolk--God, you're good," she chuckled.

"You're a damn menace, Aunt Daisy," I rasped.

My voice stayed gravelly, rolling off her but keeping an arm draped over her waist.

"Had to deliver, didn't I?" she giggled.

"Can't have you mad at me after that mess with Will," she added.

She curled into me, her breath slowing, a soft giggle escaping as she nuzzled my chest. We lay there, tangled in the sheets, the room heavy with the scent of sex and lube, her warmth grounding me after the chaos.

After a while, we peeled ourselves off the bed, still buzzing but ready to shift gears. Aunt Daisy grabbed her makeup kit, setting it on the dresser with a grin.

"C'mon, Brooke--let's clean up and get you gorgeous again," she said.

She started on me first, wiping my face clean with a cool cloth, then brushing on a fresh layer of foundation--smooth ivory blending into my skin, a perfect base. She sculpted my cheeks with a warm taupe contour, dusting a rosy blush high for that flirty glow, then swept a shimmery champagne eyeshadow across my lids, layering it with a soft plum crease for depth.

"Gotta keep practicing--salon's counting on me," she muttered.

"Looks good," I nodded.

She flicked a precise cat-eye liner, thick and bold, before coating my lashes with jet-black mascara, making them pop.

"Pop those eyes," she grinned.

"Nice," I smirked.

She finished with a deep wine lipstick, matte and rich, smudging it just so with her thumb.

"Hot as hell," she teased.

For herself, she went lighter--soft peach shadow, a thin liner flick, glossy coral lips--testing a client look. I slipped into sleepwear--a sapphire silk cami with delicate lace trim, matching thong of smooth satin--while she chose a creamy ivory nightie of sheer chiffon, lilac satin bra and panties peeking beneath, elegant and soft against her curves.

The days rolled on, a messy blur of Will's visits and our charged routine. He showed up next, that shy grin creeping back, and I'd gone full Brooke--black lace teddy of intricate floral weave, crotchless and daring, paired with a leather mini skirt in midnight black, buttery soft and barely covering my ass, fishnets ripped at the thighs in a smoky charcoal hue, and stiletto heels of glossy obsidian.

Aunt Daisy'd taken her time on my face--smoky charcoal shadow smudged thick across my lids, blended with a deep slate crease, winged liner sharp as a blade, red lipstick glossy like fresh blood, cheeks rouged high in a sultry crimson flush.

"Ready, Brooke?" she asked.

"Yep," I nodded.

She'd practiced too--soft coral shadow swept soft, thin liner in a subtle wing, pink gloss shimmering on her lips, a light peachy blush for contrast.

"Let's go," she said.

We knelt, her sucking first, me stroking.

"Take it," she muttered.

Then me taking him deeper, jaw easing into it. Still weird, but I'm running it now.

"Fuck, Brooke--Daisy," he groaned.

"Keep it up," I rasped.

He finished quick, cum streaking her lips, some hitting my neck.

"Messy fucker," she chuckled.

After he left, she dragged me to the bedroom, practicing contour on my cheeks--sharp lines of bronze blending smooth.

"Gotta nail this for work," she muttered.

"Looks sharp," I said.

We fucked doggy-style, her howling.

"Do me, Roolk--Aunt Daisy loves it!" she cried.

"Fuck--yes," I growled, rough and wild.

"Ass time," she teased, bending over slow.

"Take it," I rasped, letting me slide into her tight heat.

"Yes, Roolk--Aunt Daisy's all yours!" she gasped.

"Fuck--so tight," I groaned.

Sleepwear swapped to a lacy chemise in emerald green, satin smooth against my skin, her in a satin slip of pale lavender, soft and clingy.

Will rolled in again the next day, less awkward now. I wore a red satin babydoll, sheer panels of crimson flashing skin, a thong of ruby silk so small it barely held, garters of matching scarlet snapping to thigh-highs in a deep wine shade, paired with heels of glossy cherry red.

Aunt Daisy'd gone softer on my makeup--golden shadow shimmering warm across my lids, a hint of bronze in the crease, thin liner flicking up delicate, pink gloss slick and sweet, light blush dusting my cheeks in a soft rose.

"Ready?" she asked.

"Yep," I nodded.

She'd worked herself--plum shadow blended deep, thick liner in a bold sweep, nude matte lips, a dusting of tawny blush--prepping a client look.

"Here we go," she said.

We tag-teamed--her sucking sloppy, me stroking.

"Take him," she muttered.

Then me going deep, spit dripping as he moaned.

"Fuck, you two--keep going," he rasped.

"Flash 'em," I teased.

She flashed her tits mid-way, lilac bra slipping down, grinning sly, but I kept mine tucked, not there yet.

"Fuck, Daisy--Brooke," he groaned.

He came messy, splattering her chest, some hitting my hand.

"Sloppy bastard," she laughed.

Post-Will, she sat me down, practicing liner flicks--thin, then thick, testing angles.

"This'll kill at work," she said.

"Looks good," I nodded.

Then fucked me cowgirl, moaning.

"Take it, Roolk--Aunt Daisy's boy!" she cried.

"Fuck--hot," I growled, hot and loud.

"Ass now," she whispered, slow and tight.

"See? Worth it," she teased.

"Fuck--yes," I rasped.

Nightwear was a velvet babydoll in midnight blue, plush against me, her in a lace-trimmed gown of soft blush pink, slinky and smooth.

By the next visit, Will's confidence crept up. I'd picked a teal bikini top of shimmering satin, strings tying tight, paired with micro-shorts in a rich turquoise suede, ass spilling out, heels clicking sharp in a metallic silver finish.

Aunt Daisy'd gone bold--purple shadow blended deep into a smoky haze, cat-eye liner thick and fierce, plum lipstick matte and dark, highlighter popping my cheekbones in a pearlescent glow.

"Let's do it," she said.

"Ready," I nodded.

She'd done herself--bronze shadow swept wide, winged liner sharp, red gloss slick and vibrant, a golden blush catching the light--tweaking her craft.

"Here he comes," she muttered.

We worked him--me sucking deep, her stroking, then switching.

"Fuck, Daisy--Brooke," he groaned.

"Keep it up," I rasped.

She flashed her boobs again as he groaned.

"Take it," she teased.

He finished wild, cum arcing onto her face, some landing on my shoulder.

"Messy fuck," she chuckled.

After, she practiced on me--blending shadow into a gradient, perfecting brows with a fine pencil.

"Salon's gonna eat this up," she said.

"Looks tight," I nodded.

Then fucked me reverse cowgirl, screaming.

"Oh fuck, I'm gonna--Aunt Daisy's cumming!" she cried.

"Fuck--yes," I growled, frantic and raw.

"Ass now," she moaned.

"Take it!" I rasped, gave up her ass again.

"Roolk--take it!" she cried.

We continued losing ourselves in the pleasure of anal sex.

Then, changed to sleepwear which was a silk teddy in amethyst purple, cool and sleek, her in a satin chemise of pale mint green, tight and elegant.

Later, a package thudded at the door--the prosthetic boobs, C-cups, glue-on and ready.