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"writing": "The Landlady\nWarning: this story contains explicit sexual acts. If this is not your cup of tea, then leave.\nAlthough, it’s more my shot of whiskey than anything\nYOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!!!\nNow, if you are still here, congrats, you’re billythekidd Presents:\nThe Landlady: Part one\nPlease enjoy it!\nThis story contains: furry on human intercourse, the rest you’ll find out while reading\n.---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------.\n“Alright, a meat lover’s with peppers added. Anything else? Mhmm, address? Okay, got\nit. see ya there in forty. Got it, bye, Miss Greene.” I set down the handpiece, finishing the order.\n“Hey Tony, this is the last delivery of the day! After you finish cooking, you can go home.” a few\nseconds later, the face of my younger brother, brown curly hair and blue eyes, with a thick\nbeard, pops up at the window, “Alright bro.” he grabs the piece of paper from my hand, reading\nit, “Hey, isn’t this your landlady?” I chuckle, “Yeah, and she’ll make you seem small.” he snorts,\n“Man, she’s a bear fur, of course she’s gonna be big.” he walks through the door on the side of\nthe kitchen, revealing the 6 foot tall human that is the cook. He quickly works on the pizza,\nkneading and spinning the dough, putting the sauce and spices on after the first short bake, he\nthen puts our mix of cheeses and spices on, then the meats and the peppers, then bakes them\nin our brick oven. After twenty minutes, he puts it in a box, then hands it to me. “Alright, I’ll go\nahead and close.” He wraps me in a hug, pulling me against his chest, “Take care, Terrance.” I\nchuckle, “Y-you’re crushing me.” He releases me, “Heh, sorry.” “It’s okay, see you tomorrow.”\nI walk outside, getting inside my Jeep, the cool metal of it’s blue-grey exterior a\nwelcoming feeling to my hands as I jump in, setting the pizza on the seat beside me as I crank\nthe jeep up, hearing it purr like a kitten. I back up out of the parking lot, looking at the neon sign\nthat adorned the establishment. “Brick fired pizza.” I pull out into the road, turning on my\nheadlights. Following the route to the address, I pull into the driveway after ten minutes. I turn\noff my vehicle, grab the pizza, then walk up to the door. I press the doorbell, then after a few\nseconds the door opens, revealing the fur behind it. I look her up and down, ‘six foot six and well\ndeveloped curvature, beautiful’ I think to myself. She smiles and chuckles, “You got here early.\nCome in” She waves me in. The smells of soap and lavender reach my nose, calming me. I walk\nin, setting the pizza on the coffee table, sitting down. I hear the door close and I am joined a\nsecond later by Beatrice, smoothing her kimono as she sits down on the couch across from me.\nShe reaches over, grabs a slice, takes a bite, and her eyes widen. Within thirty seconds, the\npizza slice is gone. “How is it?” I inquire, a smile on my face. “Oh my, that seriously exceeded\nmy expectations.” Beatrice chuckles.\nI look up, “How are you today?” She looks away, “I-I'm fine.” I read her face, “Would you\nmind telling the truth?” Beatrice sighs as she looks away, “I d-don’t wanna talk about it.” I lean\nforwards, “It’s fine, you can tell me.” She looks over, her eyes dark, “my husband, he never\nloved me, he’s stolen my money when off deployment, and when he called the other day, I\noverheard him and his friend talking about me, as if I’m just some prude bitch whose only\npurpose is to have the life sucked out of her by her husband.” She pulls out a cassette. “I\n\n\frecorded the whole conversation.” I sigh, ”Alright, let’s hear it.” I grab it and put it into the tape\nplayer on the table. Within a few seconds, the conversation comes through.\nMr Greene: “Hey hon, how are you.”\nBeatrice: “I’m fine, thanks for asking.”\nMr. Greene: “alright nice to hear.”\nGreene’s friend (distant): “Hey James, who ya talking to?”\nJames Greene: “My wife, Tom. Who else?”\nTom (muffled, but still clear): “You mean that annoying bitch? The one who constantly whines\nabout everything?”\nJames Greene (muffled, less clear): “Yes, why?”\nI can hear Beatrice crying, her cheek fur stained with tears.\nTom (still muffled): “Why not leave her? We’ve noticed you have an eye for that new girl.”\nJames (heavily muffled): “Because I need the money, dipshit. I’ll suck her dry and leave her with\nthe kids.”\nThe recording ends there.\nI look up at Beatrice, her face in her palms as she mutters, “What went wrong?” I sigh,\ngetting up and patting Beatrice on the back, “Hey.” She looks up, “Why can’t anyone love me for\nwho I am?” I just sigh, “He had the right woman, but you had the wrong man.” She puts her face\nin her hands again, sobbing. I softly put my hand under her chin, lifting her face. “Don’t cry.” She\nlooks me in the eyes, “Why?” “Why what?” “Why are you so nice? She sighs. I chuckle, pulling\nher hands into mine, “Because unlike him, I don’t see the money. I see a beautiful, intelligent\nwoman who needs a good man.” She blushes, the red showing through her fur. “W-what do you\nmean?” I release her hands, then place mine on either side of her face, cradling it. “I love you.” I\npull her into a kiss, her eyes going wide as I do so, but she quickly relaxes. I feel her hands\nresting on my shoulders as I pull away. “B-but, I’m a married woman, h-how could I ever-” I cut\nher off, taking her left hand into mine. “He never loved you, so why should you love him back?” I\npull the ring off of her hand, throwing it away. She sighs, “You’re right.” She then looks at me.\n“U-um.. you know….” “What?” I raise my eyebrow. “N-nothing.” She turns red and looks away.\nSeeing this, I softly turn her face towards me, chuckling as I kiss her again. “You can tell me\nanything.” She sighs, “I wouldn’t normally ask this, but can you help me with something?”\n“Whatever you need.” I chuckle. She turns red, “You know how when a woman has a child, she\nproduces milk, right?” “That’s what I’ve read.” I shrug. “And do you know what happens when\nthat milk gets backed up?” She looks at me. I hold out my hand, counting on my fingers. “Cysts,\ndiscomfort, destruction of cells.” She sighs, “My three month old is with his aunt, and has been\nfor the past week, I’ve been getting really backed up, and the pumps don’t help at all.” I turn red,\n“So, what you’re getting at, is that you want me to milk you? Alright.” She smiles, her eyes\ncheery, “R-really? You’ll help?” I sigh. “Sure, anything for you.” She chuckles as she walks into\nthe kitchen.\nShe comes out a minute later with a large container. She sits down on the table,\nloosening her kimono so that her breasts pop out, the black nipples rock hard, little beads of\nwhite clinging to the tips, threatening to run down. I just stare, “H-how big are they?”\n“Double-D.” Beatrice smiles. I get down in front of her, holding my hands out. “It’s alright, go\nahead.” She giggles. Getting her permission, I place my hands on the furry orbs, weighing them.\n\n\f“Seven pounds, each. Yeah, you’re really backed up.” I start softly massaging them, Beatrice\nletting out a groan as I do so. I start from the base, making sure to funnel all the milk from back\nthere forwards. After a minute, my fingers softly rub her areolas, causing her to gasp. I point her\nnipples down and squeeze, watching the white liquid come out in streams. I watch as the\ncontainer fills, then I grab it, putting it beside Beatrice. I notice a bit of milk on my hand, then lick\nat it, an overwhelming sweetness hitting my palate. I wrap Beatrice into a hug, pulling her into\nmy lap on the couch. Looking behind her, I notice a wet spot on the table where she had been\nsitting. “You know, does your three month old mind sharing?” She turns red at my question. “I-I\ndon’t think he would care.” I chuckle at her response as I lift her right breast to face level. “Then\nI’ll drink to that.” With that, I latch onto her nipple, suckling softly, feeling the warm sweetness of\nher milk fill my mouth. Her arms wrap around the back of my head, keeping me in place as she\nstarts panting, her legs quaking. I continue suckling until the flow dies down, then I move to the\nother. I feel a wet spot growing on my right leg, ‘she’s getting off to this’ I think to myself. I\ncontinue suckling until the flow stops, then pull off.\n“How was that?” I chuckle, catching my breath. Her green eyes meet mine. “I don’t know,\nbut I’m sure your ‘little buddy’ really liked the show.” I look down, sure enough, I’m pitching a\ntent fit for a king. Beatrice gets off, kneeling in front of me and fumbling for my buttons, but her\nhands keep shaking. After a few seconds, she huffs, “you do it.” I chuckle as I undo my belt,\nthen my button, unzipping my pants. I lift my rear as her hands grab the hem of my pants and\nunderwear, pulling them down. Upon the removal of it’s cloth prison, my rock-hard rod stands\ndefiantly, earning a gasp from Beatrice. She reaches out, using both of her hands as a crude\nmeasuring tape. “Ten and a half, you’re quite well endowed.” she giggles. I groan as she grabs\nit, her pads soft as silk. “Terry, may I try something?” she looks up at me expectantly. “What?” I\nchuckle. She takes her breasts in her hands, looking at me. “Y-You wanna use those? S-sure.” I\nstutter as my cock jumps at the notion. Beatrice giggles as she takes her breasts, pulling them\napart, then sandwiching my member between them. I gasp, feeling her warm, soft fur brushing\nagainst my length. She leans over the tip of my cock, dribbling spit onto the tip, wetting her\nbreasts and leaving a slick sheen on the flesh of my length. I feel her push her breasts together,\nthen she begins moving, slowly. Up and down, up, down. Looking down, I see Beatrice looking\nup at me, “H-how is it?” she stutters. “Amazing, s-so soft.” I sigh, closing my eyes as I let her\ncontinue.\nI jump as I feel something warm, rough and wet dance across my tip. I look down to see\nthat she was now licking me, her tongue darting around my glans, hitting all the sensitive spots\nas she looks up at me. I groan as she continues, her tongue leaving a trail of saliva up the five\ninches of shaft exposed above her breasts. She looks up, kissing the tip softly, before she\nopens her mouth, engulfing it. I almost jump as she does so, her mouth hot, extremely so. I feel\nher tongue wrap around my shaft, rubbing it. She begins softly moving again, moving her head\ndown whenever she brought her breasts up, and vice versa. I hear a wet pop as she pulls my\nshaft out of her mouth, now using exclusively her breasts. She begins moving her breasts in\ncircles, rubbing them against each other in an attempt to make me pop. Five minutes of this,\nand I feel a welling in my loins. “Miss Greene, I-I’m close.” She gasps, redoubling her efforts,\ngoing back down on me, her mouth wrapped around the first five inches. “I-I'm gonna-” I groan,\nand she looks up, moving her breasts out of the way as she grabs my hips and pushes all the\n\n\fway down, her nose buried in the hairs on my base as four inches enters her throat, sending me\nover the edge. I double over, softly grabbing her head as the first few spurts go straight into her\nstomach. After a few seconds, she pulls a little more off, pulling it out of her throat. I watch as\nher cheeks puff, then she pulls off completely, wads of my semen spurting out and covering her\nface and breasts. After a bit, it dies down. My cock flops over, down, but not out. She opens her\nmouth, her tongue holding up a clump, earning a shiver out of me. She swishes it around for a\nmoment, sampling the taste. She then tilts her head back, and I watch a bulge travel down her\nthroat. As soon as it hits her stomach, she takes a breath, and giggles. “A little savory, like a\nwell-smoked meat.”\nShe looks up into my eyes. “Mind returning the favor?” I chuckle as I stand up, “Just\nbend over.” She nods, climbing up onto the couch, putting her hands on the back, her knees on\nthe cushions. I get behind her, grabbing her kimono and removing it completely, as well as my\nshirt, leaving my chest bare. I look up at her rear, seeing her engorged labia and clit, black and\ndrenched in fluids. My hand makes contact with her right cheek, making Beatrice flinch at the\ntouch. “It’s alright, just stay with me.” I softly rub her butt, feeling the soft fur brushing my hand. I\ncontinue this for a few minutes, softly rubbing her. She finally whimpers, “P-please, stop teasing\nme.” I chuckle, “Alright.” I move my hand towards her slit, softly rubbing around the mound,\nfeeling the wet fur between my fingers. After a few seconds of this, I grab my pen light, turning it\non and grasping it between my teeth as I push my fingers inside her silken tunnel. I open my\nfingers, spreading her, inspecting. Sure enough, her walls fade from black to pink further back,\nand I notice something peculiar about her cervix, besides the black coloration. “Hey, did you\nknow your cervix is parted?” She groans, “It never fully recovered from the birth. Twenty five\ninches, fifteen pounds.” I chuckle, “Kinda big.” At this, I turn off my penlight, pulling my fingers\nout from her slit. I sink my middle finger all the way down to the knuckle in her tunnel. I hear a\ngroan as Beatrice opens her legs a little more, allowing better access. I take it, adding my ring\nfinger to the equation, spreading her open wider. She looks back, panting as I explore her walls,\nfeeling out every curve and kink inside. I hit a rough patch towards the front, “ah-ahn.” Beatrice\nmoans as she clenches down hard on my fingers, a small bit of fluids leaking out around them. I\nfocus on this spot, moving my mouth below her, suckling on her clit. “O-oh god, I-it feels too\ngood, please d-don’t stop.” Beatrice groans, her breathing picking up as she starts bucking her\nhips against my face and fingers. “T-Terrance, I-I’m gonna.” I feel her tunnel convulse as she\ngoes over the edge hard. Sealing my lips around her slit, I feel the first few squirts fill my mouth,\nforcing me to pull off. When I do, another convulsion hits her, sending a spurt of fluids a good\nthree feet away. The squirts die down as I swallow all but a little of what I was able to collect,\nwatching Beatrice flop over, rolling onto her back. I take this opportunity to kiss her, dropping\nthe remaining fluids into her mouth as my tongue enters. She hums as she swishes them\naround between our tongues, seeming to like the taste.\nStanding up, she walks towards her bedroom, “I’m just going to the bathroom real quick,\nso wait here.” She shakes her rear as she disappears around the corner. Twelve minutes later, I\nhear a toilet flush, and Beatrice comes back in, her fluids running down her legs. I notice she\nseems to be walking strangely. I watch her as she sits in my lap, pushing me back onto the\ncouch. She slides forwards, smearing my semi-erect cock with her juices, creating a wet sheen\nalong the length. Her hips move rhythmically. Forward, and back. Front, back. She groans as\n\n\fher clit rolls over my length. After a minute of this, she slides back, staring at my now fully erect\npenis. “M-miss Greene-” I stutter. She cuts me off, “Just call me Beatrice, hon. You’ve earned\nit.” She takes my hands and places them on her hips. Lifting her hips, she slides the tip across\nher labia, and after a few seconds, she sinks down, her eyes widening as she tries to\naccommodate the girth. The first thing that hits me, the tightness,. Second, the heat, almost like\nan oven. Third, the silken texture. She goes down slowly, only taking two inches at a time,\nletting her body get used to it before dropping again. I feel her cervix pressing against my tip,\nsignaling the end to how deep as she can take me. Looking down, I see two inches still outside.\n“I c-can’t move my legs.” she groans. “C-can you take control?” I chuckle as I sit up. “Alright.” I\ncollect my legs under me, backing up, then lay her back onto the couch, not pulling out at any\npoint. I lean forwards, my face pressed against her neck, breathing her scent, almost like a\ncinnamon baked apple. She groans in my ear, “You can move now.” Hearing this, I slowly pull\nout, then slowly push back in. “mhhhh-ahhhh~” Beatrice groans as she wraps her arms and legs\naround my back. “Is it that good?” I chuckle, noticing her reaction. She nods, her eyes screwed\nshut as she wiggles her hips, feeling my shaft shift around, rubbing her walls. I slowly start\nthrusting, staying at a relaxed pace, feeling her insides warp around me. She leans her head\nback, letting out a content sigh. “S-so big~” She groans, her breasts pressing against my upper\nchest and neck, her silver hair splayed over the couch. I lean over her, softly nibbling her\ncollarbone, causing her to jump and squeak. “F-faster… harder…. more” She breathes heavily\ninto my ear. I oblige, shifting my weight to bring more strength and speed into my thrusts.\nBeatrice lets out a delighted squeak as she feels me going rougher, her tongue hanging out of\nher maw. “I-I’m close.” She gasps as she starts pushing against me, matching my thrusts. I\nspeed up and deepen my thrusts even more, watching her breasts bounce with each smack. I\nlisten to the sound of our lovemaking, the fast beating of her heart, the rasp of fur against skin,\nher heavy breathing and soft moans, speeding up, and the faint schlock schlock schlock of the\nact itself, her fluids making a sloppy mess on our groins. “I-I’m close. W-want me to pull out?” I\ngasp. Beatrice shakes her head, “N-no, give it to me.” Her breathing deepens as we reach the\nfinal stretch, her legs shaking. She reaches the edge first, letting out a loud cry as her tunnel\nconvulses, clamping down and milking me for all I’m worth. This sends me over the edge as I\nwrap my arms around her neck, slamming in hard, pressing against her cervix, feeling the first\nspurt flowing through my length. Her convulsions die down as mine begin, painting her insides\nwith my thick semen. “S-so warm,” I hear her gasp as she feels the warm cream filling her up.\nShe holds me against her as my spunk starts flowing back out around my length, small droplets\ncollecting around it. I pull out, watching as a few final spurts land on her stomach. She shudders\nas my semen starts flowing out of her slit, leaving a small puddle on the couch below her. I look\nat the large wet spot on the couch from her fluids and mine, thinking to myself, ‘Damn, that’s\ngonna stain, badly’.\nAfter a few moments, Beatrice sits up, giggling, “I’m not done, sweetie, and by the looks\nof it, neither are you.” I look down, and I realize I’m still hard. She gets up on shaky legs,\ngrabbing my hand, walking around the couch, and bending over the arm. I hear a soft ‘splat’ as\na glob of my semen flows out, impacting the wooden floor. She shakes her ass at me, her tail\ntucked between her legs, hiding her anus from view, “C’mon, don’t leave a lady waiting.” I\nchuckle, rubbing the tip of my cock against her slit, “Oh, I won’t.” Slamming forwards, I bury\n\n\fmyself up until the last two inches, pressing against her cervix. I put my hands on her furred\nhips, feeling the soft hairs brushing against my hands. She looks over her shoulder, whimpering.\nAt this I begin thrusting, going slow, watching her tremble as I take her. I look down at her,\nnoting the scars on her back and shoulders. I softly move my hips forwards and back, sampling\nher insides and loving the angle. After a few minutes of this, Beatrice looks back again, her\ntongue hanging out. “You can be rougher if you want. Breed me like the horny animal I am.” At\nthis, I dig my fingers into her hips, and begin thrusting harder, listening to her gasp and groan\nwhen I hit a sensitive spot. I lean over her back, adding more power to my thrusts. After a few\nmore minutes of this, I hear Beatrice cry out in elation, “Oh fuck yes. Be rougher! Smack my\nass! Pull my ears! Breed me like I’m your bitch.” At this, I yank out, rubbing my tip against her\nsnatch, chuckling “If you want it so much, beg for it.” She whimpers, “P-please! I want it! I need\nit!” I chuckle at this, “Alright, you asked for it.” I lift my right hand, pressing the tip of my shaft\nagainst her hole. As I thrust forwards, hard, I bring my hand down on her ass with a smack, her\npussy clamping down. I resume thrusting, every fifth thrust punctuated with a smack and a cry of\npain and pleasure coming from Beatrice. “H-hah, mhhhhhh~” she softly groans, her juices\nrunning down her legs and leaving twin pools at her feet. I chuckle at the moaning, writing mess\nshe had become, all composure gone from her otherwise dignified form. Her sex starts making\nthe wet, messy schlock schlock s ound, so I know she’s close even before she moans “I-I’m\nalmost-” She lets out a squeak as my hand impacts her rear again, silencing her. She begins\nmatching my thrusts, her eyes screwed shut. I sigh as I sense the same feeling from earlier in\nmy groin, and I speed up. We continue this for another minute, until she breaks, her fluids\nmaking splattering sounds on the hardwood floor. This drags me over as I thrust harder than\nI’ve ever before, and I feel something deep inside spread over my tip, Beatrice screaming in\npure and utter orgasmic joy, and I realize, ‘I'm in her womb’ just at I blow, harder than any time\nI've done before. Her uterus fills up, ballooning to several times it’s normal size before my flow\nstops. I pull out, watching a last gush of fluids leave her slit.\nShe looks back at me with a sigh, “Looks like I'm gonna get pregnant again.” I gasp,\n“I-I’m-” Beatrice cuts me off, “Don’t be sorry, I wouldn’t mind having kids with someone as loving\nand caring as you.” I turn red, “T-Thank you.” She giggles, “Looks like you’ve got some more\nfight left in you. I’ve got a little surprise in store.” “W-where is it?” I look at her, then look around.\nAt this, she lifts her tail and spreads her ass cheeks, showing a silver disk on her anus. “It’s right\nhere, just grab firmly and pull.” I reach over, wondering what it may be. Grabbing it, I realize\nthere’s a metal ring folded onto the back, and I unfold it, put my finger through it, and pull. At\nfirst it does nothing, but as I pull harder, I watch as her anus opens up, and a ball pops out, two\nand three quarters of an inch in diameter, earning a gasp from Beatrice. More follow the first,\ngetting increasingly smaller until finally, the last one, an inch in diameter, slides out. Beatrice,\nher ass gaping, giggles, “You’ll be the first person to do me back there.” I sigh, “So, your anal\nvirginity? Okay!” I press my tip softly against her anus, and I’m rewarded with a soft squelch a\n s it\nslips in. Beatrice gasps, her eyes widening as she clenches down, blocking my path. “It’ll be\nalright, just relax, and breathe.” I whisper into her ear softly. “A-alright.” She sighs as she\nrelaxes her muscles, letting me pass. I slowly sink deeper, feeling every tiny bend and curve in\nher passage, and with a soft huff from Beatrice, I hilt inside. She breathes heavily, each of her\nexhales leaving with an audible huff. After a bit, I feel her shake her hips slowly, feeling me\n\n\finside. She leans forwards, letting four inches slip out, before leaning back, hilting again with a\ngroan.”I-I think you’re good to move.” She sighs, and I do, pulling all the way out slowly, before\npushing in at the same speed. Beatrice lets another gasp, “T-this feels so weird.” “But doesn’t it\nfeel good?” I lean over, whispering into her ear again. “Y-yes” she looks away. “Okay then, so\nnow that we’ve got that out of the way.” I pull out slowly, then speed up my thrusts, hearing\nBeatrice gasp, then moan as I begin taking her faster. I reach below me, groping for her already\nbattered slit, and when she jumps, I realize I’ve found it. Rolling her clit in my hand, I continue\nspeeding up, watching her arch her back every few thrusts. After five minutes, she looks back\nover her shoulder, her cheeks completely red, easily showing through her fur, “g-go faster,\nrough me up a bit.” “Alright, you asked for it.” I chuckle as I go even faster, earning a delighted\nsqueal from her. Getting an idea, I reach over her rear and grab her short tail, causing her to\ntense up. Using this new leverage, I begin hitting her insides harder, rubbing against the front of\nher tunnel. She starts babbling to herself incoherently, and I can tell she’s getting close. I listen\nto the sounds our actions are making, hearing a loud plap plap plap a\n s I take her. I feel the\nsensation in my groin one more time, and I slam home, sending both of us over the edge. She\nlets out a massive cry as an absolute deluge of fluids flood out, absolutely covering my balls.\nHer anus tightens up, sending me over harder as I pull out slowly, filling her up. She clenches\ndown again, her muscles forcing me out with a pop, causing my cum to spray over her rear and\nback. Another clench, and my semen comes flowing out of her now widely gaping anus. She\ngroans as it reaches the surface, at a loss for words. Our orgasms die down after a few more\nseconds, my cock finally done with it’s job, going limp.\nI rub her ass softly, “So, how was it?” She looks back, panting, “B-better than any time\nwith James, that’s for sure.” I chuckle, “He doesn’t last long, does he? And not as big?” “W-well,\nhe doesn’t have much stamina, and he’s a deer, so he’s about as long as you, but….” she holds\nup a dime in her hand, notioning his girth is really something to scoff at. “O-oh, before I forget.” I\ngo into my pants, pulling out my phone, “C-can I take a pic?” she turns red at my question, then\nlooks back over her shoulder, one hand on her ass, spreading it, while the other comes up in a\npeace gesture. I turn the flash on, then take the picture, still marvelling at how much I gave her.\n“W-what are you going to do with it?” she looks back at me. I just shrug, “as a commemoration\nof our first time together.” I then put my phone on the table, turning towards the bathroom. I go\ninside, reaching up for a towel, then go back into the living room. I use it to clean up the mess\non the floor we created, soaking the mixed orgasm fluids up, then throwing the towel into a\nbasket. Going back inside, I grab another clean towel, going into the living room and sitting it on\nthe couch. I wrap my arms around Beatrice’s back, standing her up. She blushes a bit as I sit\nher on the towel, “T-thank you.” “You’re welcome.” I chuckle as I sit down beside her. I look at\nthe pizza box on the table, “We gonna finish that?” she sighs, “Put it in the oven. I’ll eat it\ntomorrow.” I do so, looking at the time, “Damn, it’s almost eleven. I should be headed home.” I\nwalk by beatrice, trying to get my stuff. I feel a hand on my shoulder, “P-please don’t go, I want\nyou here.” I sigh, leaning over and pulling her into a hug, “How can I say no to this face?” she\ngiggles as I lift her up, carrying her to her bedroom, laying her down on the bed, then I climb in\nbeside her.\nI hear the phone ringing beside the bed, and Beatrice sits up, “I-it’s james! W-what\nshould I do?” she looks alarmed. I chuckle, “tell him it’s off, tell him, find another woman to go\n\n\fdigging gold from.” she picks up the handset, putting it to her ear, “H-hello? Yes?” She looks at\nme, then looks away, “James, I need to tell you something. I-it’s over, go find another woman to\ndig your gold from.” I hear yelling coming out of the ear piece, and I chuckle, “hand it here, I\nwant to talk to the bastard.” she hands me the phone and I hold it up to my ear. “Hey mister\nGreene, how are you today?” I hear the voice of a thoroughly pissed man coming through, “Who\nthe hell are you? What happened? Where is my wife?” I chuckle, “Weren’t you listening to her?\nShe said it’s over, you’re no longer gonna grub for money from her.” “When I get over there, I’m\ngonna-” I cut him off, “if you try anything, I’ll break your nose again like I did in primary.” He\ngasps, “Y-you?” I chuckle, “Yeah, it’s me, Terrance, the little black haired boy you and your\nlackeys tormented, hell, I still have the bat I used. Now listen carefully, and hear me well, you’re\ngonna cut all connections with Beatrice, leave the kids with us, return all the money you’ve\nstolen. After that, disappear. And if you so much as think about putting your hands on Beatrice\nor the kids, I’ll personally put you in the hospital, capiche?” I hear a sigh on the other end, “I-i\ngot it.” “Alright, have a wonderful day.” I snicker. I hear him hang up, and I put the phone on the\ndock. Beatrice looks at me, “u-um…” I sigh, “What is it?” “S-so, he’s gone, right?” I chuckle,\n“That he is, you’re free.” She tears up, then wraps her arms around my back, pulling me against\nher chest. “T-thank you. For everything. For getting him off my back, and making me feel truly\nloved.” She smiles as she cuddles against my chest. “You’re welcome.” I softly rub her back,\ncombing her fur with my fingertips. I hear a yawn as she sighs, “g’night.” and falls asleep. I\nchuckle, kissing her on the forehead, “G’night,” I yawn and pull her closer, letting blissful sleep\ntake over.\n.---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------.\nI may work this into a multi-work series, but you get to choose if I do or not.\nThank you for reading “The Landlady”\nPlease leave comments below and give me good advice on how to do better.\nBTK, signing off\n\n\f",
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Warning: this story contains explicit sexual acts. If this is not your cup of tea, then leave.
Although, it’s more my shot of whiskey than anything
YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!!!
Now, if you are still here, congrats, you’re billythekidd Presents:
The Landlady: Part one
Please enjoy it!
This story contains: furry on human intercourse, the rest you’ll find out while reading
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“Alright, a meat lover’s with peppers added. Anything else? Mhmm, address? Okay, got
it. see ya there in forty. Got it, bye, Miss Greene.” I set down the handpiece, finishing the order.
“Hey Tony, this is the last delivery of the day! After you finish cooking, you can go home.” a few
seconds later, the face of my younger brother, brown curly hair and blue eyes, with a thick
beard, pops up at the window, “Alright bro.” he grabs the piece of paper from my hand, reading
it, “Hey, isn’t this your landlady?” I chuckle, “Yeah, and she’ll make you seem small.” he snorts,
“Man, she’s a bear fur, of course she’s gonna be big.” he walks through the door on the side of
the kitchen, revealing the 6 foot tall human that is the cook. He quickly works on the pizza,
kneading and spinning the dough, putting the sauce and spices on after the first short bake, he
then puts our mix of cheeses and spices on, then the meats and the peppers, then bakes them
in our brick oven. After twenty minutes, he puts it in a box, then hands it to me. “Alright, I’ll go
ahead and close.” He wraps me in a hug, pulling me against his chest, “Take care, Terrance.” I
chuckle, “Y-you’re crushing me.” He releases me, “Heh, sorry.” “It’s okay, see you tomorrow.”
I walk outside, getting inside my Jeep, the cool metal of it’s blue-grey exterior a
welcoming feeling to my hands as I jump in, setting the pizza on the seat beside me as I crank
the jeep up, hearing it purr like a kitten. I back up out of the parking lot, looking at the neon sign
that adorned the establishment. “Brick fired pizza.” I pull out into the road, turning on my
headlights. Following the route to the address, I pull into the driveway after ten minutes. I turn
off my vehicle, grab the pizza, then walk up to the door. I press the doorbell, then after a few
seconds the door opens, revealing the fur behind it. I look her up and down, ‘six foot six and well
developed curvature, beautiful’ I think to myself. She smiles and chuckles, “You got here early.
Come in” She waves me in. The smells of soap and lavender reach my nose, calming me. I walk
in, setting the pizza on the coffee table, sitting down. I hear the door close and I am joined a
second later by Beatrice, smoothing her kimono as she sits down on the couch across from me.
She reaches over, grabs a slice, takes a bite, and her eyes widen. Within thirty seconds, the
pizza slice is gone. “How is it?” I inquire, a smile on my face. “Oh my, that seriously exceeded
my expectations.” Beatrice chuckles.
I look up, “How are you today?” She looks away, “I-I'm fine.” I read her face, “Would you
mind telling the truth?” Beatrice sighs as she looks away, “I d-don’t wanna talk about it.” I lean
forwards, “It’s fine, you can tell me.” She looks over, her eyes dark, “my husband, he never
loved me, he’s stolen my money when off deployment, and when he called the other day, I
overheard him and his friend talking about me, as if I’m just some prude bitch whose only
purpose is to have the life sucked out of her by her husband.” She pulls out a cassette. “I
\frecorded the whole conversation.” I sigh, ”Alright, let’s hear it.” I grab it and put it into the tape
player on the table. Within a few seconds, the conversation comes through.
Mr Greene: “Hey hon, how are you.”
Beatrice: “I’m fine, thanks for asking.”
Mr. Greene: “alright nice to hear.”
Greene’s friend (distant): “Hey James, who ya talking to?”
James Greene: “My wife, Tom. Who else?”
Tom (muffled, but still clear): “You mean that annoying bitch? The one who constantly whines
about everything?”
James Greene (muffled, less clear): “Yes, why?”
I can hear Beatrice crying, her cheek fur stained with tears.
Tom (still muffled): “Why not leave her? We’ve noticed you have an eye for that new girl.”
James (heavily muffled): “Because I need the money, dipshit. I’ll suck her dry and leave her with
the kids.”
The recording ends there.
I look up at Beatrice, her face in her palms as she mutters, “What went wrong?” I sigh,
getting up and patting Beatrice on the back, “Hey.” She looks up, “Why can’t anyone love me for
who I am?” I just sigh, “He had the right woman, but you had the wrong man.” She puts her face
in her hands again, sobbing. I softly put my hand under her chin, lifting her face. “Don’t cry.” She
looks me in the eyes, “Why?” “Why what?” “Why are you so nice? She sighs. I chuckle, pulling
her hands into mine, “Because unlike him, I don’t see the money. I see a beautiful, intelligent
woman who needs a good man.” She blushes, the red showing through her fur. “W-what do you
mean?” I release her hands, then place mine on either side of her face, cradling it. “I love you.” I
pull her into a kiss, her eyes going wide as I do so, but she quickly relaxes. I feel her hands
resting on my shoulders as I pull away. “B-but, I’m a married woman, h-how could I ever-” I cut
her off, taking her left hand into mine. “He never loved you, so why should you love him back?” I
pull the ring off of her hand, throwing it away. She sighs, “You’re right.” She then looks at me.
“U-um.. you know….” “What?” I raise my eyebrow. “N-nothing.” She turns red and looks away.
Seeing this, I softly turn her face towards me, chuckling as I kiss her again. “You can tell me
anything.” She sighs, “I wouldn’t normally ask this, but can you help me with something?”
“Whatever you need.” I chuckle. She turns red, “You know how when a woman has a child, she
produces milk, right?” “That’s what I’ve read.” I shrug. “And do you know what happens when
that milk gets backed up?” She looks at me. I hold out my hand, counting on my fingers. “Cysts,
discomfort, destruction of cells.” She sighs, “My three month old is with his aunt, and has been
for the past week, I’ve been getting really backed up, and the pumps don’t help at all.” I turn red,
“So, what you’re getting at, is that you want me to milk you? Alright.” She smiles, her eyes
cheery, “R-really? You’ll help?” I sigh. “Sure, anything for you.” She chuckles as she walks into
the kitchen.
She comes out a minute later with a large container. She sits down on the table,
loosening her kimono so that her breasts pop out, the black nipples rock hard, little beads of
white clinging to the tips, threatening to run down. I just stare, “H-how big are they?”
“Double-D.” Beatrice smiles. I get down in front of her, holding my hands out. “It’s alright, go
ahead.” She giggles. Getting her permission, I place my hands on the furry orbs, weighing them.
\f“Seven pounds, each. Yeah, you’re really backed up.” I start softly massaging them, Beatrice
letting out a groan as I do so. I start from the base, making sure to funnel all the milk from back
there forwards. After a minute, my fingers softly rub her areolas, causing her to gasp. I point her
nipples down and squeeze, watching the white liquid come out in streams. I watch as the
container fills, then I grab it, putting it beside Beatrice. I notice a bit of milk on my hand, then lick
at it, an overwhelming sweetness hitting my palate. I wrap Beatrice into a hug, pulling her into
my lap on the couch. Looking behind her, I notice a wet spot on the table where she had been
sitting. “You know, does your three month old mind sharing?” She turns red at my question. “I-I
don’t think he would care.” I chuckle at her response as I lift her right breast to face level. “Then
I’ll drink to that.” With that, I latch onto her nipple, suckling softly, feeling the warm sweetness of
her milk fill my mouth. Her arms wrap around the back of my head, keeping me in place as she
starts panting, her legs quaking. I continue suckling until the flow dies down, then I move to the
other. I feel a wet spot growing on my right leg, ‘she’s getting off to this’ I think to myself. I
continue suckling until the flow stops, then pull off.
“How was that?” I chuckle, catching my breath. Her green eyes meet mine. “I don’t know,
but I’m sure your ‘little buddy’ really liked the show.” I look down, sure enough, I’m pitching a
tent fit for a king. Beatrice gets off, kneeling in front of me and fumbling for my buttons, but her
hands keep shaking. After a few seconds, she huffs, “you do it.” I chuckle as I undo my belt,
then my button, unzipping my pants. I lift my rear as her hands grab the hem of my pants and
underwear, pulling them down. Upon the removal of it’s cloth prison, my rock-hard rod stands
defiantly, earning a gasp from Beatrice. She reaches out, using both of her hands as a crude
measuring tape. “Ten and a half, you’re quite well endowed.” she giggles. I groan as she grabs
it, her pads soft as silk. “Terry, may I try something?” she looks up at me expectantly. “What?” I
chuckle. She takes her breasts in her hands, looking at me. “Y-You wanna use those? S-sure.” I
stutter as my cock jumps at the notion. Beatrice giggles as she takes her breasts, pulling them
apart, then sandwiching my member between them. I gasp, feeling her warm, soft fur brushing
against my length. She leans over the tip of my cock, dribbling spit onto the tip, wetting her
breasts and leaving a slick sheen on the flesh of my length. I feel her push her breasts together,
then she begins moving, slowly. Up and down, up, down. Looking down, I see Beatrice looking
up at me, “H-how is it?” she stutters. “Amazing, s-so soft.” I sigh, closing my eyes as I let her
continue.
I jump as I feel something warm, rough and wet dance across my tip. I look down to see
that she was now licking me, her tongue darting around my glans, hitting all the sensitive spots
as she looks up at me. I groan as she continues, her tongue leaving a trail of saliva up the five
inches of shaft exposed above her breasts. She looks up, kissing the tip softly, before she
opens her mouth, engulfing it. I almost jump as she does so, her mouth hot, extremely so. I feel
her tongue wrap around my shaft, rubbing it. She begins softly moving again, moving her head
down whenever she brought her breasts up, and vice versa. I hear a wet pop as she pulls my
shaft out of her mouth, now using exclusively her breasts. She begins moving her breasts in
circles, rubbing them against each other in an attempt to make me pop. Five minutes of this,
and I feel a welling in my loins. “Miss Greene, I-I’m close.” She gasps, redoubling her efforts,
going back down on me, her mouth wrapped around the first five inches. “I-I'm gonna-” I groan,
and she looks up, moving her breasts out of the way as she grabs my hips and pushes all the
\fway down, her nose buried in the hairs on my base as four inches enters her throat, sending me
over the edge. I double over, softly grabbing her head as the first few spurts go straight into her
stomach. After a few seconds, she pulls a little more off, pulling it out of her throat. I watch as
her cheeks puff, then she pulls off completely, wads of my semen spurting out and covering her
face and breasts. After a bit, it dies down. My cock flops over, down, but not out. She opens her
mouth, her tongue holding up a clump, earning a shiver out of me. She swishes it around for a
moment, sampling the taste. She then tilts her head back, and I watch a bulge travel down her
throat. As soon as it hits her stomach, she takes a breath, and giggles. “A little savory, like a
well-smoked meat.”
She looks up into my eyes. “Mind returning the favor?” I chuckle as I stand up, “Just
bend over.” She nods, climbing up onto the couch, putting her hands on the back, her knees on
the cushions. I get behind her, grabbing her kimono and removing it completely, as well as my
shirt, leaving my chest bare. I look up at her rear, seeing her engorged labia and clit, black and
drenched in fluids. My hand makes contact with her right cheek, making Beatrice flinch at the
touch. “It’s alright, just stay with me.” I softly rub her butt, feeling the soft fur brushing my hand. I
continue this for a few minutes, softly rubbing her. She finally whimpers, “P-please, stop teasing
me.” I chuckle, “Alright.” I move my hand towards her slit, softly rubbing around the mound,
feeling the wet fur between my fingers. After a few seconds of this, I grab my pen light, turning it
on and grasping it between my teeth as I push my fingers inside her silken tunnel. I open my
fingers, spreading her, inspecting. Sure enough, her walls fade from black to pink further back,
and I notice something peculiar about her cervix, besides the black coloration. “Hey, did you
know your cervix is parted?” She groans, “It never fully recovered from the birth. Twenty five
inches, fifteen pounds.” I chuckle, “Kinda big.” At this, I turn off my penlight, pulling my fingers
out from her slit. I sink my middle finger all the way down to the knuckle in her tunnel. I hear a
groan as Beatrice opens her legs a little more, allowing better access. I take it, adding my ring
finger to the equation, spreading her open wider. She looks back, panting as I explore her walls,
feeling out every curve and kink inside. I hit a rough patch towards the front, “ah-ahn.” Beatrice
moans as she clenches down hard on my fingers, a small bit of fluids leaking out around them. I
focus on this spot, moving my mouth below her, suckling on her clit. “O-oh god, I-it feels too
good, please d-don’t stop.” Beatrice groans, her breathing picking up as she starts bucking her
hips against my face and fingers. “T-Terrance, I-I’m gonna.” I feel her tunnel convulse as she
goes over the edge hard. Sealing my lips around her slit, I feel the first few squirts fill my mouth,
forcing me to pull off. When I do, another convulsion hits her, sending a spurt of fluids a good
three feet away. The squirts die down as I swallow all but a little of what I was able to collect,
watching Beatrice flop over, rolling onto her back. I take this opportunity to kiss her, dropping
the remaining fluids into her mouth as my tongue enters. She hums as she swishes them
around between our tongues, seeming to like the taste.
Standing up, she walks towards her bedroom, “I’m just going to the bathroom real quick,
so wait here.” She shakes her rear as she disappears around the corner. Twelve minutes later, I
hear a toilet flush, and Beatrice comes back in, her fluids running down her legs. I notice she
seems to be walking strangely. I watch her as she sits in my lap, pushing me back onto the
couch. She slides forwards, smearing my semi-erect cock with her juices, creating a wet sheen
along the length. Her hips move rhythmically. Forward, and back. Front, back. She groans as
\fher clit rolls over my length. After a minute of this, she slides back, staring at my now fully erect
penis. “M-miss Greene-” I stutter. She cuts me off, “Just call me Beatrice, hon. You’ve earned
it.” She takes my hands and places them on her hips. Lifting her hips, she slides the tip across
her labia, and after a few seconds, she sinks down, her eyes widening as she tries to
accommodate the girth. The first thing that hits me, the tightness,. Second, the heat, almost like
an oven. Third, the silken texture. She goes down slowly, only taking two inches at a time,
letting her body get used to it before dropping again. I feel her cervix pressing against my tip,
signaling the end to how deep as she can take me. Looking down, I see two inches still outside.
“I c-can’t move my legs.” she groans. “C-can you take control?” I chuckle as I sit up. “Alright.” I
collect my legs under me, backing up, then lay her back onto the couch, not pulling out at any
point. I lean forwards, my face pressed against her neck, breathing her scent, almost like a
cinnamon baked apple. She groans in my ear, “You can move now.” Hearing this, I slowly pull
out, then slowly push back in. “mhhhh-ahhhh~” Beatrice groans as she wraps her arms and legs
around my back. “Is it that good?” I chuckle, noticing her reaction. She nods, her eyes screwed
shut as she wiggles her hips, feeling my shaft shift around, rubbing her walls. I slowly start
thrusting, staying at a relaxed pace, feeling her insides warp around me. She leans her head
back, letting out a content sigh. “S-so big~” She groans, her breasts pressing against my upper
chest and neck, her silver hair splayed over the couch. I lean over her, softly nibbling her
collarbone, causing her to jump and squeak. “F-faster… harder…. more” She breathes heavily
into my ear. I oblige, shifting my weight to bring more strength and speed into my thrusts.
Beatrice lets out a delighted squeak as she feels me going rougher, her tongue hanging out of
her maw. “I-I’m close.” She gasps as she starts pushing against me, matching my thrusts. I
speed up and deepen my thrusts even more, watching her breasts bounce with each smack. I
listen to the sound of our lovemaking, the fast beating of her heart, the rasp of fur against skin,
her heavy breathing and soft moans, speeding up, and the faint schlock schlock schlock of the
act itself, her fluids making a sloppy mess on our groins. “I-I’m close. W-want me to pull out?” I
gasp. Beatrice shakes her head, “N-no, give it to me.” Her breathing deepens as we reach the
final stretch, her legs shaking. She reaches the edge first, letting out a loud cry as her tunnel
convulses, clamping down and milking me for all I’m worth. This sends me over the edge as I
wrap my arms around her neck, slamming in hard, pressing against her cervix, feeling the first
spurt flowing through my length. Her convulsions die down as mine begin, painting her insides
with my thick semen. “S-so warm,” I hear her gasp as she feels the warm cream filling her up.
She holds me against her as my spunk starts flowing back out around my length, small droplets
collecting around it. I pull out, watching as a few final spurts land on her stomach. She shudders
as my semen starts flowing out of her slit, leaving a small puddle on the couch below her. I look
at the large wet spot on the couch from her fluids and mine, thinking to myself, ‘Damn, that’s
gonna stain, badly’.
After a few moments, Beatrice sits up, giggling, “I’m not done, sweetie, and by the looks
of it, neither are you.” I look down, and I realize I’m still hard. She gets up on shaky legs,
grabbing my hand, walking around the couch, and bending over the arm. I hear a soft ‘splat’ as
a glob of my semen flows out, impacting the wooden floor. She shakes her ass at me, her tail
tucked between her legs, hiding her anus from view, “C’mon, don’t leave a lady waiting.” I
chuckle, rubbing the tip of my cock against her slit, “Oh, I won’t.” Slamming forwards, I bury
\fmyself up until the last two inches, pressing against her cervix. I put my hands on her furred
hips, feeling the soft hairs brushing against my hands. She looks over her shoulder, whimpering.
At this I begin thrusting, going slow, watching her tremble as I take her. I look down at her,
noting the scars on her back and shoulders. I softly move my hips forwards and back, sampling
her insides and loving the angle. After a few minutes of this, Beatrice looks back again, her
tongue hanging out. “You can be rougher if you want. Breed me like the horny animal I am.” At
this, I dig my fingers into her hips, and begin thrusting harder, listening to her gasp and groan
when I hit a sensitive spot. I lean over her back, adding more power to my thrusts. After a few
more minutes of this, I hear Beatrice cry out in elation, “Oh fuck yes. Be rougher! Smack my
ass! Pull my ears! Breed me like I’m your bitch.” At this, I yank out, rubbing my tip against her
snatch, chuckling “If you want it so much, beg for it.” She whimpers, “P-please! I want it! I need
it!” I chuckle at this, “Alright, you asked for it.” I lift my right hand, pressing the tip of my shaft
against her hole. As I thrust forwards, hard, I bring my hand down on her ass with a smack, her
pussy clamping down. I resume thrusting, every fifth thrust punctuated with a smack and a cry of
pain and pleasure coming from Beatrice. “H-hah, mhhhhhh~” she softly groans, her juices
running down her legs and leaving twin pools at her feet. I chuckle at the moaning, writing mess
she had become, all composure gone from her otherwise dignified form. Her sex starts making
the wet, messy schlock schlock s ound, so I know she’s close even before she moans “I-I’m
almost-” She lets out a squeak as my hand impacts her rear again, silencing her. She begins
matching my thrusts, her eyes screwed shut. I sigh as I sense the same feeling from earlier in
my groin, and I speed up. We continue this for another minute, until she breaks, her fluids
making splattering sounds on the hardwood floor. This drags me over as I thrust harder than
I’ve ever before, and I feel something deep inside spread over my tip, Beatrice screaming in
pure and utter orgasmic joy, and I realize, ‘I'm in her womb’ just at I blow, harder than any time
I've done before. Her uterus fills up, ballooning to several times it’s normal size before my flow
stops. I pull out, watching a last gush of fluids leave her slit.
She looks back at me with a sigh, “Looks like I'm gonna get pregnant again.” I gasp,
“I-I’m-” Beatrice cuts me off, “Don’t be sorry, I wouldn’t mind having kids with someone as loving
and caring as you.” I turn red, “T-Thank you.” She giggles, “Looks like you’ve got some more
fight left in you. I’ve got a little surprise in store.” “W-where is it?” I look at her, then look around.
At this, she lifts her tail and spreads her ass cheeks, showing a silver disk on her anus. “It’s right
here, just grab firmly and pull.” I reach over, wondering what it may be. Grabbing it, I realize
there’s a metal ring folded onto the back, and I unfold it, put my finger through it, and pull. At
first it does nothing, but as I pull harder, I watch as her anus opens up, and a ball pops out, two
and three quarters of an inch in diameter, earning a gasp from Beatrice. More follow the first,
getting increasingly smaller until finally, the last one, an inch in diameter, slides out. Beatrice,
her ass gaping, giggles, “You’ll be the first person to do me back there.” I sigh, “So, your anal
virginity? Okay!” I press my tip softly against her anus, and I’m rewarded with a soft squelch a
s it
slips in. Beatrice gasps, her eyes widening as she clenches down, blocking my path. “It’ll be
alright, just relax, and breathe.” I whisper into her ear softly. “A-alright.” She sighs as she
relaxes her muscles, letting me pass. I slowly sink deeper, feeling every tiny bend and curve in
her passage, and with a soft huff from Beatrice, I hilt inside. She breathes heavily, each of her
exhales leaving with an audible huff. After a bit, I feel her shake her hips slowly, feeling me
\finside. She leans forwards, letting four inches slip out, before leaning back, hilting again with a
groan.”I-I think you’re good to move.” She sighs, and I do, pulling all the way out slowly, before
pushing in at the same speed. Beatrice lets another gasp, “T-this feels so weird.” “But doesn’t it
feel good?” I lean over, whispering into her ear again. “Y-yes” she looks away. “Okay then, so
now that we’ve got that out of the way.” I pull out slowly, then speed up my thrusts, hearing
Beatrice gasp, then moan as I begin taking her faster. I reach below me, groping for her already
battered slit, and when she jumps, I realize I’ve found it. Rolling her clit in my hand, I continue
speeding up, watching her arch her back every few thrusts. After five minutes, she looks back
over her shoulder, her cheeks completely red, easily showing through her fur, “g-go faster,
rough me up a bit.” “Alright, you asked for it.” I chuckle as I go even faster, earning a delighted
squeal from her. Getting an idea, I reach over her rear and grab her short tail, causing her to
tense up. Using this new leverage, I begin hitting her insides harder, rubbing against the front of
her tunnel. She starts babbling to herself incoherently, and I can tell she’s getting close. I listen
to the sounds our actions are making, hearing a loud plap plap plap a
s I take her. I feel the
sensation in my groin one more time, and I slam home, sending both of us over the edge. She
lets out a massive cry as an absolute deluge of fluids flood out, absolutely covering my balls.
Her anus tightens up, sending me over harder as I pull out slowly, filling her up. She clenches
down again, her muscles forcing me out with a pop, causing my cum to spray over her rear and
back. Another clench, and my semen comes flowing out of her now widely gaping anus. She
groans as it reaches the surface, at a loss for words. Our orgasms die down after a few more
seconds, my cock finally done with it’s job, going limp.
I rub her ass softly, “So, how was it?” She looks back, panting, “B-better than any time
with James, that’s for sure.” I chuckle, “He doesn’t last long, does he? And not as big?” “W-well,
he doesn’t have much stamina, and he’s a deer, so he’s about as long as you, but….” she holds
up a dime in her hand, notioning his girth is really something to scoff at. “O-oh, before I forget.” I
go into my pants, pulling out my phone, “C-can I take a pic?” she turns red at my question, then
looks back over her shoulder, one hand on her ass, spreading it, while the other comes up in a
peace gesture. I turn the flash on, then take the picture, still marvelling at how much I gave her.
“W-what are you going to do with it?” she looks back at me. I just shrug, “as a commemoration
of our first time together.” I then put my phone on the table, turning towards the bathroom. I go
inside, reaching up for a towel, then go back into the living room. I use it to clean up the mess
on the floor we created, soaking the mixed orgasm fluids up, then throwing the towel into a
basket. Going back inside, I grab another clean towel, going into the living room and sitting it on
the couch. I wrap my arms around Beatrice’s back, standing her up. She blushes a bit as I sit
her on the towel, “T-thank you.” “You’re welcome.” I chuckle as I sit down beside her. I look at
the pizza box on the table, “We gonna finish that?” she sighs, “Put it in the oven. I’ll eat it
tomorrow.” I do so, looking at the time, “Damn, it’s almost eleven. I should be headed home.” I
walk by beatrice, trying to get my stuff. I feel a hand on my shoulder, “P-please don’t go, I want
you here.” I sigh, leaning over and pulling her into a hug, “How can I say no to this face?” she
giggles as I lift her up, carrying her to her bedroom, laying her down on the bed, then I climb in
beside her.
I hear the phone ringing beside the bed, and Beatrice sits up, “I-it’s james! W-what
should I do?” she looks alarmed. I chuckle, “tell him it’s off, tell him, find another woman to go
\fdigging gold from.” she picks up the handset, putting it to her ear, “H-hello? Yes?” She looks at
me, then looks away, “James, I need to tell you something. I-it’s over, go find another woman to
dig your gold from.” I hear yelling coming out of the ear piece, and I chuckle, “hand it here, I
want to talk to the bastard.” she hands me the phone and I hold it up to my ear. “Hey mister
Greene, how are you today?” I hear the voice of a thoroughly pissed man coming through, “Who
the hell are you? What happened? Where is my wife?” I chuckle, “Weren’t you listening to her?
She said it’s over, you’re no longer gonna grub for money from her.” “When I get over there, I’m
gonna-” I cut him off, “if you try anything, I’ll break your nose again like I did in primary.” He
gasps, “Y-you?” I chuckle, “Yeah, it’s me, Terrance, the little black haired boy you and your
lackeys tormented, hell, I still have the bat I used. Now listen carefully, and hear me well, you’re
gonna cut all connections with Beatrice, leave the kids with us, return all the money you’ve
stolen. After that, disappear. And if you so much as think about putting your hands on Beatrice
or the kids, I’ll personally put you in the hospital, capiche?” I hear a sigh on the other end, “I-i
got it.” “Alright, have a wonderful day.” I snicker. I hear him hang up, and I put the phone on the
dock. Beatrice looks at me, “u-um…” I sigh, “What is it?” “S-so, he’s gone, right?” I chuckle,
“That he is, you’re free.” She tears up, then wraps her arms around my back, pulling me against
her chest. “T-thank you. For everything. For getting him off my back, and making me feel truly
loved.” She smiles as she cuddles against my chest. “You’re welcome.” I softly rub her back,
combing her fur with my fingertips. I hear a yawn as she sighs, “g’night.” and falls asleep. I
chuckle, kissing her on the forehead, “G’night,” I yawn and pull her closer, letting blissful sleep
take over.
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I may work this into a multi-work series, but you get to choose if I do or not.
Thank you for reading “The Landlady”
Please leave comments below and give me good advice on how to do better.
BTK, signing off
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