Using the supplies that Big Fucker had provided, Sophie set about preparing a romantic meal for the second housemate, who would enter the house later in the evening. She took time to prepare the table and herself to be as sophisticated as possible – even though she half suspected (and half fantasised) that he would most likely ignore the food, throw her over the table and fuck her senseless, and all her preparations would have been for nothing.
Meanwhile, by 9:29pm the studio audience had gathered and the television cameras were ready to roll. The director called out, "Sound on! Camera's rolling and action in 3, 2, 1 - ACTION!"
The camera focused on John Doe, the studio host. Who promptly introduced first the show, then his co-host Jane, the show's sponsors, and cut to a commercial break.
Coming back from commercial, they showed reviewed highlights of the previous 24 hours in the house, with Sophie pleasuring herself in numerous ways. He then promised to introduce the next housemate, after another commercial break.
Coming back from commercial, John and Jane were no longer alone on the couch. Between say a tall lanky black fellow, who barely looked old enough for the show. John introduced Brighton, an 18 year old British student who decided at the last minute to apply for the show, because he had just taken his A-level exams, and was waiting on the results before deciding on a university to attend and he had hurt his ankle so he couldn't be a striker for his football team. With nothing else to do and a chance to make some money getting laid, being on the show seemed like a good idea. When Jane asked him what he thought about Sophie, he answered, "I expect we'll get along famously." Then John asked how he would feel about the men when they come into the house, he answered, "I expect we'll get along famously also. I'm bi." With that, John declared that it was time for Brighton to enter the house, after a commercial break.
The cameras returned from commercial to see the back of Brighton as he carried his bag into the house, and the voice of John Doe reminding viewers to watch on-line for the low price of $9.95 a day and to tune in tomorrow for the next housemate insertion into the Big Fucker house.
"And Cut, that's a wrap." The director called out
Inside the house Brighton walked down the hallway and saw the table Sophie prepared. It wasn't what he expected, but it wasn’t undesirable. He asked, "Is there any tea?"
"Tea," Sophie thought to herself, "he wants tea? What about me?" Aloud, she answered, "I can heat some water. They gave us a box of tea bags."
"Well if that is all there is, I suppose it will have to do." He took a seat at the table, as one who is used to being served. "Please do be sure that the water is hot." He looked at the table before them, she had made a simple meal, some spaghetti with fried sausages sat in a bowl. Some wilted lettuce with cut tomato and cucumbers sat in another bowl. Disappointed, he called out, "Isn't there any bread? A meal just isn't a meal without some bread and butter."
Sophie steamed a little more in the kitchen while the tea was getting hot. She didn't like the idea of being bossed around. She thought to herself, "I'm not this nigger's slave." The word shocked her. Even though she didn't say it aloud, just that she thought it was enough to shock her. She didn't think of herself as a racist. She privately vowed to be extra nice to him. She decided that she would start by removing her dress. By the time she was ready the water was steaming hot, so she poured him some into a cup with tea bag and put a few slices of bread on a plate and brought them out to him.
Brighton, was a bit floored by Sophie coming out of the kitchen. While he was certainly no virgin, he was not used to women who moved this quickly. Unsure sure of what to do, he did the polite British thing and complimented her on her cooking. "The sausage is very tasty." He lied. It was actually burnt on the edges and undercooked in the middle, and he hoped that eating eat wouldn't make him ill, but he was British and therefore polite.
"Thank you" she thought they were wonderful. She took one of the links and began to lick the tomato sauce from it and then suck on it like she would a cock. "How is your tea?" she asked.
"Very hot, thank you." He was relieved to able to answer honestly.
"Good. Though I do hope that bag isn't the only thing you'll be dipping tonight." She smiled.
Eager for an excuse to not finish his meal, Brighton stood up and took Sophie to the bedroom where he bedded her six ways to Sunday, giving the internet audience quite a treat. He especially loved the way his long thin black cock slid past her pink lips and down her throat until his short black hairs were buried in her white nostrils.
The next morning, he made her a proper breakfast before taking her outside and fucking her in the poolside hammock. She quickly became hooked on his cock, and gladly sucked on it while he made them lunch.
As the evening approached, they both grew a bit apprehensive about how a 3rd person added to this mix might disrupt them. They decided that they would be together in bed, 69'ing when the next housemate arrived.
[Editor’s note (which will be removed when all four options are filled): Each thread represents one day in the house. Threads may be long or short, contain plot development, just plain sex, or a healthy mix of both, but the question at the end will always be the same “Who is the fourth contestant to enter the house?”. Then the thread that follows will take place on the following day. To add a thread at this point, begin by answering the question below, with a name and a brief description. E.g. “Pamela, a 35 year old British housewife”, or “Kurt, a 21 year old German porn star”, etc. Then write about their first day in the house with Sophie and Brighton. Happy writing.] |