Link to the post on my tumblr

Author's spiel: So I have this setting that I am working on basically of a town called Summervale that is completely free use. Everyone is fucking everyone, everyone's open to use by anyone. With the main people the narrative follows being a couple named Marina and Jun, a recently arrived couple that are getting their footing in. The intro is already up but there's not really any smut so I linked the second entry in this series. I have a tumblr for it because I thought it would be funny to be a little interactive with people who might read it but with tumblr's porn ban it's hard to tag and search so I was hoping to cross promote here. I tagged for what appears in the post proper but the series at large will have a lot of different kinks and sexualities.

That being said I have always struggled with writing erotica so the hope is that this will be fun, and I just get some practice in away from the other writing I do. I don't have any paid sites for this as it's all for fun.

All of their shit was still in boxes, but it was good to feel moved in. What they brought hardly filled the kitchen and one of the rooms leaving the rest of the house to feel empty as they slept on a mattress that was laid directly on the ground. If it didn't fit in their car then it got sold because neither of them had wanted to drive a moving van all the way from the city out to their new home. It probably was a mistake given that their new town probably didn't have a big furniture store. Or maybe it did, Marina didn't think that far ahead when she'd collapsed into the bed after a nice, long shower in their new bathroom. At least that felt luxurious. The bathroom had been so big that there was a door separating the shower from the toilet. So big that she had space to walk around. Marina had never lived in a suburb but she was beginning to see why people flocked to them. Even if she still missed being just a stop away from just about any entertainment should could ever want.

Another benefit, she noticed, was that almost nothing was open before nine. Meaning few people had to be into work before that time either. Not that either of them managed to get up all that early to take advantage of a slow morning.

"Don't worry about me," he said, a protein shaker in his hand as he headed out to the car, "I would rather be on time then fed."

"Well, hopefully they have some sort of on-boarding party and you can get a muffin."

He shrugged, "I'm not too worried about it. I just wish that I could stay home and see if that lady comes out to sunbathe again."

Marina had never been remotely jealous, but that statement seemed like something she should feel jealous over. And she was, but not because her husband wanted to ogle another woman, "maybe I'll join her depending on how this job hunt goes."

"You should it would be hot."

She saw him pause with the car door open as if he was surprised at what he'd said himself. To his credit Marina was also surprised. Surprised that he wasn't mad at the idea of her sitting around naked to be ogled by all of their neighbors.

"I'm, uh, I'm gonna head out."

"Yeah, have a good day."

Once the garage door was closed Marina sat down with an omelette, some coffee, and her laptop to get on with the next process of the move: finding a job. Per their deal she first went for jobs in her interest. Personal training jobs at the local gym, lifeguard at the beach, anything outdoorsy or sporty. She was certified to teach yoga and had done so during college so she figured it wouldn't be too hard to establish herself in a local studio or shop. Though she did not think it would be so easy that she could apply to a local store at ten in the morning and by eleven she had the call to come in.

Everything in town was in walking distance, thankfully. Even if it was a twenty minute walk in some of the least nicest of her nice clothes. It was an outdoors store, not a bank that handled billions each day. She didn't need the name brand suit just a simple blouse and skirt. No heels just a nice pair of flats. It had been a while since she'd interviewed for something that didn't require six interviews and a thorough criminal record to make sure she wouldn't run off with millions of a client's money so she felt strangely unprepared when she walked in through the front door.

It was a modest shop. Relatively empty given it was early in the morning on a Monday. At the front there was an advertisement for all of the equipment they rented out and all of the events they hosted. There were a few hikes scheduled for the next month along with a couple of boating events that would take them all out to a small island off the coast. Otherwise the building was fairly old looking though well maintained. They sold shirts and other outdoorsy equipment. Bikes, helmets, tents, and even just regular T-shirts with the name of business: Open Air Adventures.

At the front there was a man. Handsome. Really handsome some might say. He had on a green apron and soft pants but wore no shirt. She thought it odd, but shops like these always harbored odd people. She kind of liked them. It was always obvious when you got a weird one because they never hid. In the banks the freakiest people tried to look the most normal.

"Marina?" He asked with a bright smile on his face. He had high cheekbones and a little bit of stubble. His brown hair wavy and medium length. A surfer, probably, he looked like he tanned well.

"Yeah, how could you tell?"

"Most people who walk into here aren't wearing pencil skirts," he grabbed a paper from next to the register, "you don't have to worry about wearing that again by the way you won't need it."

"I had a feeling," she reached into her purse for a copy of her resume.

"Ah! Don't worry," he waved the paper, "got it right here. Alright let's get started."

He then leaned over the counter as he looked over the paperwork, "Marina Lee. A banker huh? You work with a lot of small businesses then?"

"In my first banking job yes, we specialized in accounting for small businesses, mostly those owned by refugees."

"And most recently?"

"Loans and accounting for far larger businesses."

"Sold your soul huh?"

"Yeah," she heard some shuffling inside the store. Someone else was there probably shopping or stocking shelves. She should feel uncomfortable with having an interview in such a situation but it's not like this was a high profile banking position. Just someone who ran the books and did the ordering.

"Favorite position?"

"Excuse me?" She asked, because certainly her mind was just in the gutter.

"For sex."

"Oh, mating press," she said.

"Nice," he said with an almost boyish grin, "make 'em do all the work. I like that."

She blinked. Logically she should be embarrassed and yet she felt nothing. Like they were discussing the weather. Or a favorite book.

"Now let's see," he said casually reaching over the counter to tug up her shirt which she did nothing to stop. He clicked his tongue, "huh, white. When'd you get into town?"

"Yesterday."

"Oh, that explains it," he dropped her shirt, "turn around, drop your skirt."

Why she obeyed him was a complete mystery. Why she not only obeyed him but bent herself over the check out counter with her skirt on the floor without being asked was an even bigger mystery. He circled around her and she could feel his eyes assess her. It was like he was looking at her resume again. Trying to assess if her tits were the right shape and her ass big enough.

"Anyone ever tell you you're hot as fuck?"

"J-just my husband."

"Lucky man," his fingers played with the edge of her white panties, "thank you for sharing yourself with more than just him."

He pushed his finger under her panties and right inside her sopping wet pussy, "ah~"

"Ooo, sensitive. You'll love it here," his fingers began to piston in and out of her filling the slow store with the sound of her wet pussy and her low whines. She couldn't stop herself even as a tiny voice in the back of her mind told her she was a damn whore. Letting some random man finger fuck her. Letting him look and talk about her body like it was a piece of meat he was picking up from the butcher.

"Hey boss," a woman's voice said, "where do you want the new - oh! Who's this?"

"A new hire," he said simply.

"Oh! Yay!" Her hefty bosom came into view. She was dark skinned with a youthful face and closely shaven hair. She wore overalls with the store's logo on the front and nothing else as far as Marina could tell leaving a nipple to poke out from one side, "another busty one. You have a type boss?"

"Of course I do. Big tits," he shoved his fingers up to the knuckle making her scream in surprise, "fat ass. Bigger dick than me."

"Oh, that's why Hse and Roy are bigger than you," she bent down close to speak directly to Marina, "we won't start you on them, they'll split you wide open. Stick with the boss or me cause I got a coupla straps we can use."

She came with an embarrassing yelp at the thought. With no idea of what these men looked like just the thought of being filled by their big, hard cocks.

When she came to two wet fingers were shoved into her slack mouth, "welcome to the team, name's David. You start at nine tomorrow."