The Brothers' Property

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I just arrived on a work visa sponsored by my new employees. I was blessed to get the position, knowing that this would be the start of my new life.

I’ve always been tall and voluptuous for my age. Because of my beauty and smarts, I was told that I would be a princess in my village. I had many opportunities to wed men in my township and start a family, but I chose to decline, to the dismay of my parents and village elders.

Now that I’m a grown woman, I find that my pussy always seems to ache for something different than I thought I thought I’d never find.

You can not imagine my joy when I discovered I had been hand selected through a limited employment sponsorship program, arranged directly byMy mentor that would fast-track me for a green card in a few short years.

The email read: Live in housekeeper sought for a family home in Charleston, SC, United States. We are looking for someone with previous housekeeping experience, ideally within a large private residence for business professionals. 3-5 Year contract, all expenses, special services required, mandatory training, and medical physical.

I imagined it would be a husband and wife who both worked, and they needed a reliable foreign housekeeper who would commit to a long-term contract. I made it through customs and saw a sign with my name. I was thrilled for this opportunity of a new life.

When we arrived at the home, I am filled with excitement for how spacious and elegant the property is. I just know I’m going to like it. I was dropped off at the front door and told my luck would be brought to me. I knock on the shiny brass door knocker.

“You must be Amina,” a handsome stranger says, opening thedoor and allowing my entry.

“Thant you,” I say, bowing slightly out of respect, entering the expanding dwelling.

The man is tall and well built with a toasted almond complexion and stunning green eyes that sparks when he smiles.

“Welcome to our home. I’m Harlem Hunter.”

“Mr. Hunter, thank you for the opportunity. I won’t disappoint you,” I said, showing gratitude.

“I don’t imagine you would.” His remarkable eyes seemingly locked to mine every time I look up from the tour of the house and the explanation of duties from room to room and floor to floor.

His handsome smile and easygoing manners made me wonder if an introduction to Mrs. Hunter was in store. The tall and handsome black man, so far, had no introduction to a wife and no sounds of screaming children in the background, I thought, watching his clean cut features as he spoke.

“Here’s your room,” he says, handing me the keys to a fully furnished bedroom, bathroom, and kitchen on the lower level. I found it odd that he seemed to sniff me when he handed me my bedroom and household keys.

My luckgage was already there.

“Get settled, Amina. House meeting at six in the kitchen,” he says, closing the door to leave me.

I got settled in, and at 5:55, I emerged from the room to the upstairs kitchen. I heard Mr. Hunter’s voice and that of another man.

“Hilton, this is Amina, our new house staff.” Harlem was quite handsome, but the other man was slightly older and drop dead stunning. I figured they must be brothers. With cinnamon, mocha skin, and deep hazel eyes, you could easily get lost in. A light stubble perfected his chiseled facial features. He intently watched my every move.

“Amina, my name is Hilton Hunter,” he extended his large, well manicured hand to shake.

“I want to get started with the meeting right away. Please have a seat.” We all take a seat at the table. Hilton not wasting time down to business.

“As you may be aware, we could have just about anyone be an executive housekeeper. Perhaps even someone with more experience and qualifications than you. We are looking for more than just a maid.”

I listen intently, having a feeling where this is going as Hilton continues.

“My brother and I have specific needs outside of your household duties that we want to train you for,” Hilton says, observing my response.

“What will you teach me?” I ask, already settled in my mind that no matter what, I am willing to do it.

“You are very smart and extremely beautiful. It’s not a coincidence that Daniel sent you to us. To put it plainly, my brother and I could have just about any woman we choose.” Harlem paused, trying to choose his words wisely.

My facial expression can’t hide a scowl of disgust when I cross my arms, shooting daggers with my eyes at my handsome employees. Anger flared in me that my mentor, Daniel, basically sold my life to these men.

Hilton walked to my side of the table,lowering eye to eye with me. “Did you notice how much your pay is and what the accommodations and amenities are, including your vehicle and expensive accounts that you have already agreed to?” he mentions impertinently.

“Yes, Sir,” I said, bowing my head and lowering my hands to my lap to

acknowledge that he was right and he’s the boss after all, but not liking his tone.

“We are fully grown men with needs. Are you ok with serving our sexual needs in addition to your household duties, Amina?” Hilton stood over me for an answer. His pants look like thick portions on this handsome man.

“Servicing you both? At the same time?” Fear at the thought of it, but knowing that I would do whatever they asked of me. I lowered my head, disappointed, for all that I had hoped for, I was here to be a whore.

Harlem lifted my chin. His handsome features and soft touch helped me begin to accept my fate, and I hoped it wouldn’t be bad.

“You won’t have both of us at the same time, but you are expected to begin your training immediately to learn what we each expect of you,” Harlem said with those kind green eyes.

“Are you going to be able to accept the job in its full capacity, Amina?”

Hilton looked annoyed with his arms folded.

“Yes, Sir.” I’m barely able to speak, feeling broken, lost, and betrayed.

“Take off your clothes, now,” Hilton ordered, raising his voice.

“You have a uniform, but your nudity at our request any time of the day or night is a part of your job,” he mentioned.

I slowly rise from the table, trying to conceal my anger at his arrival, feeling like Hilton would be the difficult one out of the two men. I work my way out of my clothes, stone faced, with my eyes abused, Feeling embarrassment with the heat of both men watching me undress.

Once I stood nude before them, they gave each other a conspiratorial look of approval.

“Grab your clothes and follow me,” Hilton said, turning to lead the way.

“Yes, Sir,” I said, still glaring at him as I followed him out of the kitchen and upstairs to his private bedroom suite.

His bedroom had dark grey walls and carpet with burgundy accents. His large bed is framed in wood. The light from the windows was probably the only thing brightening the space. His room fit his personality.

“Come in. Set your clothes here. You’re really beautiful.” He softens for the first time this evening. His deep hazel eyes admiring my naked form.

“Thank you.” Trying not to make eye contact. He’s so handsome. It’s hard to miss.

“Here’s what’s going to happen. I want to know everything about you,” he says while unbuttoning his light grey shirt and slipping out of his pants, revealing an incredibly masculine chest and a big Surprise, seemingly thick in his flex boxes.

He stepped close to me from behind to show me where his laundry goes and what would be expected of me.

“Amina, massage my feet while we talk,” now out of his underwear, naked, waiting for me to fulfill my first duty of this unique job I’ve been called to do, handing me a bottle lotion to begin his foot massage.

I knee on his bed and mass his warm feet. Music is playing in the background. I can feel his peculiar eyes on me while I try to focus on the massage and not his enormous member. I shouldn’t be attracted to him. I curse myself for the conflicting feelings.

“Have you ever had sex before?” he questions.

“Yes, I’ve had sex.”

“Were you in love?”

“Every time I thought I felt love, it wasn’t,” I say to him bluntly, not daring to look at anything beyond his athletic calendar.

“Sexually, I am what’s called a Daddy Dom.”

“You expect me to call you Daddy? You’re not my father,” I laugh, and for the first time, I look him in his eyes willfully.

“When we are in this house, that’s how I expect you to address me as Daddy.

Amina, did I tell you to stop massaging?” His whole demeanor returned to the no nonsense authority from the kitchen.

“No, Sir.” My heart is beating faster, and my entire body tenses.

“No, Daddy. Say it, and look at me when you say it,” he sternly instructs.

“No, Daddy.” My eyes meet his, and I can’t understand why the tension has suddenly turned to tingling in my belly.

“That’s better. That’s all for tonight. You have an early morning with Harlem in the kitchen tomorrow morning,” he says, slowly struggling his fat dick. Those hazel eyes laser focused on me.

He dismisses me to my room. When I lay in my bed, all I can think about is how beautiful Hilton is, and I’m trying to shake the thought of how I felt when I called him Daddy.

The next three weeks were filled with paperwork, a Visit to the doctor, and tedious training on my role as a household manager, personal chef, and sexual service to these men. My work uniform is a form fitting polo shirt with a khaki miniskirt or shorts. I also got a driver’s license, a bankaccount in my name, a new phone, a computer, and lots of pretty clothes and shoes that arrive every few days for my growing closer.

I have days off, but I’m not ready to be out in a world of strangers yet.

The brothers would have women who would visit quite frequently. From what I could tell, it never seemed to be the same woman twice.

I’ve changed sex soiled sheets with long hairs and lipstick stains on wine glasses and pillowcases. I can’t tell you how many forgotten panties and hair ties I’ve thrown away.

These men are serious players. I must admit when I overheard sexy moans and screams from their bedrooms, my jealous pussy ached, wondering what pleasure beholds those lucky bitches.

Hilton likes that I have taken to call him Daddy when I serve his food or say it in response to any request he has of me. I don’t know what has come over me, but when I call him Daddy, I find myself nearly flirting with him, my eyes lighting up when we have these deep inellectual conversations.

The first time, it felt silly when Hilton called me “his good girl.” Gradually, over the weeks, I secretly craved hearing it, to the point when that one day, “Thank you, Daddy,” slipped out after he said it, and a magical moment happened between us. I don’t know why I was surprised that neither of the brothers tried to have me sexually.

I can’t tell you how many times I’ve fantasized about him as the image of his swollen dick haunts me in the middle of the night, alone in my bed, hugging my pillows, with me whimpering, “Please fuck me, Daddy,” to silent walls.

It certainly didn’t help this growing need when Harlem had this odd habit of coming up from behind me, smelling my hair, and finishing with a low growth. It was strange, but I Found myself wanting him like a female animal in heat.

It had been my first full month at the Hunter estate. I thought I would be expected to have sex with both men by now, but instead, they have left me in a state of deep need and curious desire. A sexual thirst that I would do just about anything to quench as I waited, wondering if they changed their minds about me.

One morning, in the middle of poisoning floors on my hands and knees, I heard what sounded like a growl behind me.

“Amina, there’s an event tonight I want you to attend with me,” Harlem mentions. His expression is sinister, but his perfect smile distracts from my thoughts of eventually fucking these handsome devils.

“An event? Out of the house?” I ask, panicking, slightly thrown off, still on my knees, terrified because I have only left the house to run quick errands related to my work.

“Wear something black. Something sexy. Be ready at six,” he mentions casually and walks off.

I’m a bundle of nerves all day, finishing my work around the house.

By six o’clock, I’m wearing a sexy little black cocktail dress, tightly cupping my pretty titties, clinking at the wait with a sexy flair on my hips, revealing my long, shaped legs. My South African heritage shining on me like the lineage of a goddess.

It’s been a long while since I’ve forgotten heels, but I feel like I’m floating on air, slipping into these strappy sandals. Harlem is waiting for me at the top of the stairs. His green eyes affixed to my exposed, hidden beauty.

He’s wearing a tailored black suit and white dress shirt with two undone buttons and no tie. He’s comfortable and classic.

“Amina, you look delectable.” He takes my hand into his to linger a kiss on it, savoring my essence. He spins me around to admire me 360 ​​degrees.

“Are you wearing panties tonight?” Harlem’s star is full of his intentions when he asks me.

“Yes, Sir,” I say, knowing that I’m aroused but also afraid that the time has finally come to fulfill my known duties.

“Give ’em to me.” His stunning eyes obsess at the thought as I slide the black, silky lace down my legs and hand them to him.

He breathes my scentdeeply from the garment and tucks it into the inside pocket of his jacket. I’m flushed with embarrassment. When I look into his mysterious eyes and charming, bright smile, I can’t help but release my fear and try to enjoy the night.

We are a stunning pair when I lock arms with him to walk to his car.

“There will be a lot of people who know me at this party. We’re going to play a little game tonight. ‘Hide and seek,’ if you will,” he says on the ride there.

“Hide and seek, like the children’s game?” I ask skeptically.

He laughs, “I intend to look for you by nine o’clock. If you can make it to the car by that time before I do, your sweet little pussy will be safe from what I plan on doing to it tonight.”

“What do you plan to do to me?”

“Amina, you’re a full grown woman. You know what I’ll do when I find you.” He licks his lips, lingering on the bottom with his teeth, seemingly with thoughts of getting to fuck me as he steers the speeding car into the diminishing daylight of the setting sun.

His free hand reaches to the inside jacket pocket to whiff my perfumed panties, looking over at me. As horny as I am, I still have to outsmart him.

“Challenge accepted, Sir,” I say with a knowing smile that either way, I’ll win.

We make it to the party at a beautiful lake home. We valet park as he looks at me like his game has begun, and my pantyless pussy is on the line to make it back to the car before he does by nine.

That slickster knew it would be valet. I think to myself. When the young man comes to my side to open my door, all 5’8 of my curvaceous body in four inch heels discreetly lean on his shoulder, planning a ten dollar bill in his palm.

“What’s your name?”

“Sergio, thank you, ma’am.”

“Thank you, Sergio,” I flirt sweetly with my new friend and unwitting accomplishment.

Harlem and I make an entrance into the sophisticated party. He walks ahead of me, and I confidently follow him with eyes on usfrom every angle. I’m already thinking about my getaway plan.

In a side hallway out of view, he lightly pins me, grasping my neck with the softest grazing to the wall, trailing to my collarbone, giving me chills with just his light touch.

“You be a good little bit tonight. You understand?” he says in a husky whisper. After I nodded yes, he kissed my earlobe and then disappeared into the party. Without saying much, he said a lot.

I check my watch and head to the open bar on the patio. As beautiful a place as it is, filled with attractive affluence, it still feels stuffy, with the exception of the light breeze from the lake reminding me of my naked, shacked pussy under this dress.

I find a quiet corner on the patio to sip on my red wine when a beautiful, chocolate brother approaches me. He looked like he could be a professional athlete with his broad shoulders, glamorous smile, and well tailored clothing.

“Is this seat taken?”

“Ah, no,” I say, unsure of how my role with the brothers would allow me to have male friends but not wanting to be rude to the handsome stranger.

“Ian Adroa,” extending his hand my way.

“My name is Amina.”

We worked lessly talked for a good hour on the patio without one single Harlem sighting. When I checked the time again, it was already 8:32. When I realized the time, it felt like a Cinderella moment Because I was determined to outsmart the Hunter before the clock struck nine.

“Ian, it was very nice to meet you.” I quickly wrap the conversation, to his surprise, and quickly move towards the main exit.

Ian began to follow me, I’m sure to be able to find a way to stay in touch.

“Amina,” Ian calls out.

When I stopped and turned to see him coming towards me, I bumped right into Harlem from behind as the two men attempted to get my attention.

“There you are,” Harlem drawls as he hugs me from behind, wrapping his arm around my waist. He looks at Ian like, “This here’s mine.”

My body felt like a hand in soft glove leather in Harlem’s arms. My body language and eyes made it clear to Ian that in this lifetime and moment in time, I’m taken by choice.

“It was nice meeting you,” Ian said, nodding his head, turning to politely move on.

Still holding me from behind, Harlem whispered in my ear.

“Twenty more minutes, I get to try Your sweet, little pussy tonight.” He mentions boldly.

I could feel him getting hard against the thin fabric of my dress, wondering if his dick was as long and thick as his brother’s.

“Excuse me, I need to pee.” I wriggle from his hold with no intention of using the restroom. It was perfect timing when a woman, whom he seemed like he’d rather avoid, called Harlem’s name as I slipped away to try to find out where the car was parked from the valet.

I spotted my buddy Sergio and told him I wasn’t feeling well and needed to sit in the car. He informed me that only a valet ticket would allow himto unlock the car for me. I changed my strategy and asked him to just take me to the car. This was getting so complicated. He then told me that he didn’t know exactly where the car was parked without the ticket, but he could walk me over to the general area.

Rows and rows of parked cars on the grass, low light in these heels, and Harlem’s car was nowhere to be found. Sergio left me to return to work when I decided to walk back to the party, as it was now 9:15.

When I started approaching the house, I could see Harlem parked with his jacket off, the top down, and the engine purring with a smug look of triumph in his emerald eyes as I approached the car.

“Get in.”

I get in the car, refusing to give him the satisfaction that he won and looking straight ahead, stoned faced and very annoyed. On this warm, spring night, we cruise down the long driveway and onto the road when he pulls over to a beautiful view at the top of the hill overlooking the water.

“Did youhonestly think I was going to let you win? I’ve been waiting for the chance to enjoy your honey pot since the first time I saw you.”

“It’s yours and your brother’s to take,” I say with attitude, feeling like I never had a choice. It was decided before I even got there that I would be their executive slut.

“To take princess?” he says, swinging my chin to look his way.

“It’s true my brother and I are dominant men who can have just about any woman we choose, including you, but never to take, love bug.”

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