Two College Freshmen Beg Landlord to Fix Their Asses

Heather’s thumb hovered over the call button for a full minute before she hit it. The apartment smelled like the cinnamon candle Delphine had lit an hour ago and the faint, slick sweetness of the lube they’d used on each other in the bathroom, and her pulse was loud in her ears. She was nineteen, a college freshman with a short skirt and no panties, and the jeweled plug settled in her ass kept sending little shocks up her spine every time she shifted her weight on the couch.

Delphine sat beside her, also nineteen, also skirted and plugged, her dark hair twisted up so the nape of her neck was bare. She watched the phone like it might bite. “You sure?”

“We already said yes to each other,” Heather said. “This is just the part where we say yes to him.” She pressed call.

Andre picked up on the second ring, voice low and a little rough, the way it always was when he answered from the truck. Fifty-two, landlord of the little off-campus building, tall enough that he had to duck the doorway when he came to collect rent. “Yeah?”

“It’s Heather. Apartment 2B. The pipes are acting up. Can you come look?”

A pause. She could hear traffic. “Which pipes? Kitchen or bath?”

“You’ll see when you get here,” she said, and her voice came out thinner than she wanted. “Please.”

“Ten minutes.”

They spent those ten minutes checking each other. Delphine bent Heather over the arm of the couch and tugged the hem of her skirt up just enough to confirm the plug was seated, the clear jewel catching the late light. Heather did the same for her, fingers lingering on the soft swell of Delphine’s ass, both of them breathing harder than the task required. They’d agreed on this weeks ago, talking in the dark after class, then again this morning with their hands between each other’s legs. No surprises. No cameras. Just the two of them and the man they both wanted wrecking them.

The knock was heavy. Heather opened the door.

Andre filled the frame. Broad shoulders under a worn work shirt, gray at the temples, jeans that sat low on his hips. He looked past her at the tidy living room, the tools still in his hand. “All right. Show me the pipes.”

Heather stepped back. Delphine was already at the couch. They glanced at each other once, a last check, and then they bent together over the cushions, elbows planted, skirts flipped up in the same motion. The cool air hit bare skin. Two jeweled plugs winked between their cheeks, one pink, one blue, both buried to the flared bases in tight, freshly lubed asses.

Heather looked back over her shoulder, face hot, voice steady enough. “These pipes. Our shit pipes. They need work.”

Delphine’s laugh was shaky and filthy. “We stretched them a little ourselves. It’s not enough. We want you to finish the job.”

Andre didn’t move for a long second. His eyes went dark, tracking from one plugged hole to the other, then up to their faces. The tools lowered slowly to the floor. “You called me over here for this.”

“We called you because we trust you not to be an asshole about it,” Heather said. “And because we’ve been thinking about your hands on us since you fixed the sink in September. We’re both nineteen. We’re both asking. If you want to leave, leave. If you want to stay, lock the door.”

He locked it.

The click landed in Heather’s stomach like a dropped weight. Andre crossed the room and stood behind them, close enough that she could feel the heat off his body. One big hand settled on her lower back, not pushing, just resting. The other did the same to Delphine.

“Talk,” he said. “Tell me exactly what you think you need.”

Delphine went first, words tumbling out while she wiggled, the plug shifting. “I want you to pull this out slow and watch my hole try to close. Then I want your fingers. Two, then three. I want you to spit on it and work me open until I’m gaping for you. I want your cock in my ass while Heather watches and tells you how nasty I look.”

Heather’s cunt clenched around nothing. “And I want the same. I want you to ruin both of us. Hours. Not a quick fuck and out the door. I want you to switch back and forth until we can’t tell whose ass you’re in. I want you to make us beg for it like the desperate little freshmen we are.”

Andre’s thumb stroked the jewel in Heather’s plug, a small circle that made her gasp. “You’ve been walking around with these in.”

“Since noon,” Delphine said. “Every time I sat in lecture I thought about you yanking it out. I almost came in my seat.”

“Filthy,” he said, and there was approval in it. He palmed both their asses, squeezing, spreading them just enough to see the plugs better. “You want them stretched. Pounded. Gaped.”

“Yes,” Heather said. “Please. We’ve got lube on the table. Toys if you want them. We want your cock most. We want you to use our asses until they’re sloppy and we’re shaking.”

He leaned down between them, breath warm on Heather’s spine. “You understand once I start I’m not stopping until I’ve had both of you the way you’re asking. You can say stop anytime. Until then I do what you just described.”

“That’s what we want,” Delphine said. “Do it. Please do it.”

Heather heard his belt. The sound went straight to her clit. She stayed bent, skirt bunched at her waist, and listened to him breathe while he looked at what they’d offered him.

Andre didn’t rush the undressing. He stood behind them and opened his jeans slowly, the zipper loud in the quiet apartment, and when his cock came free Heather turned her head far enough to see it. Thick, heavy, already hard, the head flushed dark. Older than either of them by decades and built like he’d spent those decades working with his hands. Her mouth watered.

“Look at it,” Delphine whispered. “God, look at it. That’s going in my ass. That’s going in yours.”

“Not yet,” Andre said. His voice had dropped. “You said you wanted to talk. So talk. Stay just like that and tell me every nasty thing you’ve been saving up, or I put my cock away and go fix an actual pipe.”

Heather laughed, breathless, and pushed her ass back toward him. The plug tugged. “We’ve been saving a lot.”

Delphine started, voice going high and eager. “I want you to make me hold my cheeks open while you spit in my hole. I want to feel it run down and then I want your tongue. I want you to eat my ass until I’m dripping on the couch and begging you to put it back in with your cock. I want Heather to sit on my face while you fuck me so I can taste how wet she gets watching.”

Heather’s thighs trembled. “I want you to pull my plug out and fuck the lube back into me with your fingers until I’m loose enough that you can see inside. I want you to tell me I’m a slut for calling my landlord to wreck my asshole. I want you to make me say it. And when you’re done with me I want you to go straight into Delphine without wiping off, so she can feel how wet I made you.”

Andre’s hand closed around his cock. Heather watched him stroke once, slow, eyes fixed on the jewels between their cheeks. “Keep going.”

“Hours,” Delphine said. “We mean it. We cleared the afternoon. No class until tonight. I want you to pound me doggy until my knees give out, then flip me over and pin my legs so you can watch my hole gape every time you pull out. I want you to slap my ass while you do it. I want to rub my clit and come with you buried in me and then keep going because one isn’t enough.”

Heather reached back and spread herself, showing him the plug more deliberately. “I want your cock in my throat first. Both of us on our knees, taking turns, getting you wet so when you put it in our asses it slides. I want to taste her on you after you’ve been in her. I want ass to mouth. I want to be disgusting about it. I want you to hold my hair and make me clean you and then put me right back on the couch and fuck the filth back into me.”

Andre groaned, low in his chest. “You two planned this.”

“Every word,” Heather said. “We practiced saying it to each other. It sounded hotter when we imagined your face.”

He stepped closer. The head of his cock brushed the back of Heather’s thigh, hot and blunt, and she whimpered. “What else.”

Delphine’s voice shook with how badly she wanted it. “Double. Your cock in one of us and your fingers in the other, then switch. Or your cock in my ass and two fingers in Heather’s while she grinds on my thigh. I want to feel you working both holes at once even if you only have one dick. I want you to rim me while she rides your fingers. I want you to stretch us until we can’t close and then fuck the gape. I want to look ruined when you leave. I want to feel it tomorrow in class and know you did it.”

“Please,” Heather said. She was dripping down her own thigh now, the plug a constant pressure she couldn’t ignore. “Please say yes. Please take them out and use us. We’ve been good. We’ve been patient. Our shit pipes are right here and they’re aching and we called the only man we wanted to service them.”

Andre’s breathing had gone rough. He stroked himself again, slower, like he was holding himself back by force. “You want me to ruin your freshman asses.”

“Yes,” they said together.

“For hours.”

“Yes.”

“You want me to listen to every filthy thing that comes out of your mouths and then do it.”

Heather looked back at him, eyes bright, completely sure. “Gladly. We want you to do it gladly.”

He stared at them a moment longer, cock straining, thick and flushed and leaking at the tip. Then he growled, the sound scraping out of him. “All right. You asked. You’re getting it. Every bit. On your knees. Both of you. Now.”

They dropped.

The carpet was rough under Heather’s knees. Delphine knelt beside her, shoulder to shoulder, both of them still in their skirts hiked uselessly around their waists, plugs hidden again now that they were upright. Andre stood over them with his cock in his fist, and the size of him up close made Heather’s stomach flip in the best way.

“Open,” he said.

Heather opened. He fed her the head first, salty and hot, and she moaned around it, tongue working the underside the way she’d imagined on the walk home from campus. Delphine leaned in and licked along the shaft where Heather’s mouth couldn’t reach, both of them slobbering, making a mess on purpose. Spit ran down Heather’s chin. Delphine caught it with her tongue and laughed, filthy and delighted, and went back to sucking the side of him while Heather took him deeper.

“Good girls,” Andre said. His hand settled in Heather’s hair, not forcing, just holding. “Get it wet. You’re going to need it.”

They traded. Delphine took him into her throat and gagged prettily, eyes watering, and Heather stroked what she couldn’t swallow, whispering against his thigh. “She’s so pretty with your cock in her mouth. Wait until you see her ass. Wait until you feel how tight we still are even with the plugs. We want you to feel it. We want you to have to work for every inch.”

He pulled out of Delphine’s mouth with a wet sound and looked down at both of them, wrecked already, lips shiny. “Back over the couch. Heather first.”

She scrambled up and bent, presenting. Andre’s fingers found the jewel and twisted, slow, and the plug shifted inside her. She gasped into the cushion.

“Breathe,” he said, and drew it out.

The stretch on the way out was worse and better than the way in. Her hole clung, then gave, and the plug popped free with a lewd sound. Cool air hit her open ass. She felt herself flutter, trying to close, not quite managing it.

“Fuck,” Andre muttered. “Look at that.”

Delphine was beside her, cheek on the cushion, watching. “She’s gaping a little. God, Heather, you’re gaping. Put your fingers in her. She wants it. She told me she wants three.”

“Two first,” Andre said, and slicked his fingers from the bottle on the table. He pressed them to Heather’s hole and slid in easy, the plug having done its work, and she pushed back onto him with a broken sound. He fucked her with his fingers, slow then faster, twisting, scissoring, until she was panting and her cunt was dripping onto the couch.

“More,” she begged. “Please, more, I can take it, I want to feel stretched before you fuck me.”

He added a third. The burn lit her up. Delphine reached under her and found her clit, rubbing in tight circles, and Heather came almost immediately, clenching hard around Andre’s fingers, crying out into the cushion while Delphine talked her through it.

“That’s it, that’s it, come on his hand, get that hole nice and soft for his cock. You’re so nasty. You’re dripping. He’s going to ruin you.”

Andre pulled his fingers free and lined up. The head of his cock pressed against her ass, broader than the plug, hotter. “You want it.”

“Yes. Put it in. Fuck my shit pipe. Please.”

He sank in.

Heather’s mouth opened on a silent shout. He was thicker than anything she’d taken, and even opened up she felt every inch, the drag, the relentless push until his hips met her ass and he was buried. Delphine moaned like she could feel it too.

“Move,” Heather managed. “Please move.”

He did. Long strokes at first, letting her feel the whole length, then harder, the couch creaking under them. Delphine stayed bent beside her, one hand spreading her own cheeks so the blue jewel showed, the other hand working Heather’s clit.

“Look at her take it,” Delphine said, voice gone ragged with envy and want. “Look how her ass swallows you. I want that. I want you to pull out of her and put it in me while she’s still gaping. I want to see your cock shiny with her.”

Andre fucked Heather through another crest, her second orgasm smaller and meaner, ass milking him, and then he pulled out. Her hole stayed open a second, pink and used, before it started to close. He didn’t give it time. He turned to Delphine, yanked her plug out in one smooth pull, and watched her hole wink at him.

“Talk,” he told her, and pushed in.

Delphine wailed, happy and overwhelmed, and started talking immediately, the words spilling while he pounded her. “Yes, yes, fuck, you’re so deep, Heather look at me, look at him in my ass, I’m taking our landlord’s cock in my asshole and I love it, I love it, harder, slap me, please slap me—”

He slapped her ass, the sound sharp, and she came, shaking, pushing back to take him deeper. Heather spread Delphine’s cheeks for him the way she’d been told she would, watching his cock disappear into her roommate’s ass over and over, the lube shining, Delphine’s hole stretched tight around him.

“Switch,” Heather begged. “Please, I need it again, I’m empty, put it back in me.”

He alternated. Doggy on Heather until she was sobbing into the cushion, then doggy on Delphine while Heather held herself open and described what she saw in the filthiest detail she could manage. “He’s splitting you. Your hole is so red. Every time he pulls back I can see how deep he was. You’re drooling on the couch. You look like a slut and you look perfect. Don’t stop, Andre, don’t you dare stop, she can take more.”

They lost track of the first hour that way. Knees sore, asses slick, voices hoarse from begging. Andre’s control held, barely. He hadn’t come. He’d said he wanted both of them ruined before he let himself finish, and they believed him because he kept going, sweat darkening his shirt, hands firm on their hips, cock relentless.

“On your backs,” he said finally. “I want to watch.”

They flopped over, giddy and wrecked, and he arranged them side by side on the couch with their legs up and wide. Heather hooked her knees toward her shoulders. Delphine did the same, holding herself open, hole shiny and a little loose from the pounding.

Andre knelt between them and pushed back into Heather, and from this angle she could see his face, the concentration, the raw lust. She could see his cock sinking into her ass. Every thrust made her gasp. Delphine reached over and rubbed Heather’s clit, then her own, frantic, talking the whole time.

“Look at her hole take you. Look how it grips. When you pull out it gapes, Andre, look, look at it, she’s so fucked open. Do me next. I want you to see mine do that. I want you to spit on it and push back in. I want your thumb in my cunt while you fuck my ass. I want to come so hard I squirt on your wrist.”

He gave her what she asked for. Thumb in her cunt, cock in her ass, Heather’s fingers on her clit because Delphine’s hands were busy holding her legs. Delphine came screaming, thighs shaking, and Andre pulled out to watch her hole flutter and stay open, a soft ruined gape that made Heather moan out loud.

“Again,” Delphine begged. “Don’t let it close. Fuck it while it’s open.”

He did. Brutal, deep strokes, the wet sound obscene in the small room. Heather talked him through it, voice cracking. “Harder. She wants it harder. She told me she wants to feel you in her stomach. She wants you to breed her ass and then do mine and then go back. We want load after load. We want to leak on this couch. We want you to service these shit pipes until you can’t anymore.”

He rotated. Heather on her back, legs pinned wide by his big hands, his cock plunging into her ass while she rubbed her clit in messy circles and begged for his fingers too. He gave her two in her cunt, fucking both holes, and she came so hard her vision whited out, ass clamping down on him, a broken chant of yes and please and more falling out of her mouth.

They asked for rimming and he gave it, pulling out to lick Heather’s used hole while Delphine stroked his cock, then switching, eating Delphine’s ass until she was sobbing and pushing back onto his tongue. They asked for ass to mouth and he let them, both girls licking him clean between rounds, tasting lube and each other and not caring, giggling into the filth of it, then bending over again so he could put it right back where it belonged.

The second hour blurred. Positions shifted and came back. Heather on her side with one leg hooked over his arm. Delphine riding him in reverse, sinking her ass down onto his cock while Heather knelt in front and sucked her tits and rubbed her clit. Both of them bent over the couch arm again while he stood and alternated in long, punishing strokes, one hand on each hip, choosing who got the next thrust by whoever begged louder.

“Mine,” Heather would gasp.

“No, mine, she’s had enough, give it to me,” Delphine would whine, and he’d oblige, and then the other would start again.

They rubbed their clits constantly. They came in messy strings of orgasms, some sharp, some rolling, asses never empty for long. Andre’s dirty talk was shorter than theirs, mostly growls and filth delivered against their skin. “Tight little assholes. Taking it so well. Look at you leak. Look at that gape. You called me for this. You’re getting serviced.”

By the time his control finally broke, the light outside had gone gold and then gray. Heather was on her back again, legs wide, and he pushed into her ass with a roughness that said he was close. She locked her ankles behind him and rubbed her clit and talked him through it.

“Come in me. Fill my ass. I want to feel it. I want it deep. Then pull out and put the rest in Delphine. We both want it. We’ve been begging for hours. Give it to us.”

He came with a harsh sound, hips jammed tight, pulsing inside her. Heat flooded her ass, thick and endless, and she moaned at the feeling, clenching to keep it. He stayed buried until the last twitch, then pulled out slow. Cum welled and spilled, running down over her hole, and Delphine made a hungry noise.

“My turn. Please. While you’re still hard. I want a load too.”

He was still hard enough. He pushed into Delphine’s ass and fucked her through the oversensitivity, cum from Heather slicking the way even more, and Delphine came again just from the stretch and the filth of it, wailing, and that dragged a second orgasm out of him, shorter, still generous, pumped deep into her while she held her legs and begged him not to pull out until she was full.

He did pull out, eventually. They lay there leaking, holes flushed and open, cum dripping onto the couch cushions in slow strands. Andre sat back on his heels, breathing hard, and looked at the mess he’d made of them with something like awe.

Heather laughed, shaky and delighted. Delphine laughed too, then winced and laughed harder. “Okay. Okay. Worth it. So worth it.”

Andre reached for the plugs, considered them, and set them aside. “You don’t need these back in yet.” He leaned down and kissed Heather’s sweat-slicked ass cheek, gentle after all the roughness, then did the same to Delphine. His mouth was warm. “Your shit pipes have been thoroughly serviced.”

“Thoroughly,” Heather agreed. She could feel herself fluttering, cum still sliding out of her. “I don’t think I can walk to class.”

“You will,” Delphine said. “You’ll walk funny and I’ll walk funny and we’ll text each other from opposite sides of the lecture hall about how well he wrecked us.”

They collapsed together on the couch, the three of them, filthy and laughing, Andre’s arm heavy across both their waists, the cinnamon candle burned down to nothing. For a few minutes nobody spoke. Heather’s body hummed. Her ass ached in the deep, satisfied way she’d wanted since she made the call.

Delphine traced a finger through the mess on her own thigh and smiled at the ceiling. “Next time,” she said, already scheming, voice soft and certain, “we don’t wait until the afternoon. We call you in the morning. We keep the plugs in overnight so we’re even softer. And we put a towel on the floor, because I want you to fuck us standing up in the kitchen while we hold the counter, and then I want Heather to sit on your face while I ride your cock with my ass, and I want you to stay until you’ve come in both of us twice. We can do it Saturday. No class. Just pipes.”

Heather turned her head and met Andre’s eyes. He was already nodding, a slow, hungry smile starting under the gray at his temples.

“Saturday,” he said. “I’ll bring my own lube. And you’re both calling me yourselves. I want to hear you ask.”

“We’ll ask,” Heather said. She was already planning the words, the skirts, the way they’d bend over the counter before he even set his keys down. “We’ll beg. Same as today. Only longer.”

Delphine squeezed her hand. Outside, the building was quiet. Inside, the three of them lay in the wreckage of the afternoon, already counting the days until the next service call.