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The Landlady Ch. 01

By: slavejames



I sat on the train smiling to myself. I was heading back to Leeds Uni after a nice summer break. This year was different; I was now lodging with a lady call Viv. I'd never met Viv; just spoke with her on the phone. My first impressions of Viv, bearing in mind I'd only spoken with her on the phone, was she sounded nice, but there was an air of authority with her tone. I didn't know too much of her back ground, just that she lived alone in a very large house. I was clear that Viv didn't need the money, so perhaps she took in a lodger for company.

To past the journey from London, and to stash in my new bedroom, I had bought several pornographic magazines, knowing that the mid-afternoon train from Kings Cross would be fairly quiet and tucked them away in my luggage. I also had some from those lent to me by friends. I was looking forward to settling down on the train to read them, but in the end it was too busy. It was so frustrating knowing that I'd I'd have to wait for the privacy of my bedroom, to look through them. 

Viv, meanwhile, was sitting in her kitchen reading the newspaper and drinking a cup of tea. She looked up at the clock and smiled to herself. "Soon be time to pick James up from the station" she thought. Little did I know what was in store! Viv had strong views about men and women. She believed strongly that men needed to be kept in their place and taught a lesson, and now that she had a young lad lodging under her roof, she was determined to instil proper respect into me.

Viv picked me up from the station, she greeted me and we chatted happily on the drive home. I was dying to read the mags and hide them from her view. I was mightily impressed by her house. It was a large old farm house, with no houses for a good ½ mile away. Her garden was totally secluded but very unkempt.

When we got into the house she made me a cup of tea and some snacks. While she did that, I went upstairs to unpack, freshen up and get settled. Viv sat downstairs, trying to decide how best to begin with setting the rules and discipline. As I unpacked I took out my new collection from the suitcase and flicked through a couple. I was so horny that I took my cock out and casually stroked it.

On a whim Viv decided to go upstairs and see what I was doing; if I needed anything - towels, an extra pillow etc. Viv went quietly to my room and paused outside it. My door was closed, but there was a keyhole. Viv stooped and peered through it. She caught her breath as she saw her new lodger, not more than 5 minutes in the door, stretched out on his bed, his erect cock in one hand and a glossy magazine in the other. A rueful smile spread across her face. She couldn't help noticing that I had a smaller than average cock. Viv smiled to herself. Clearly this presented Viv with the perfect excuse and opportunity to lay the law down. Viv straightened up, and opened the door, feigning a casual tone. "I'm making some tea James, would you like.... " her voice trail off as she stepped into the room and saw me lying on my bed with my cock in my hand. I cried out in shock, and lay there, frozen with my cock in my hand and mag now on my leg.

Viv was silent as she crossed the room and snatched the magazine from my unresisting hands. She scanned it briefly, inwardly excited by the pictures, which depicted various men and women in obscene poses. The women were all very buxom, and the men very well-hung. Then she threw the magazine down on the bed and glared at me. 

"James, how DARE you bring that kind of filth into my house! You dirty little boy! To think you haven't even been in my house an hour and I catch you doing disgusting things like this. Is this what they teach you at that uni?!" I lay still, too scared and embarrassed to move. My hand was still clutched round my cock, which was now totally limp.

Viv stared at me fiercely and I thought I'd be kick out that instant. "Stand up!" Viv snapped. "Stand up right now!" I did as I was told, clasping my hands over my cock and balls.

"Hands on your head!" she barked. "It's not like you've got anything I haven't seen before." Blushing furiously, I did as I was told. Viv stared at me critically. "That's better. Blimey! It's not like you've got much to hide now is it?" Viv said. "I'm hardly going to be shocked by the sight of that pathetic little thing." I squirmed in embarrassment at Viv's brutal dismissal of my manhood.

Viv glared fiercely at my now quivering lodger. "I won't stand for this kind of behaviour I, I won't! Lying on your bed ogling pictures of naked women like that. Women aren't just objects for your pleasure, you know. You don't judge them just by the size of their breasts!" I was filled with humiliation. Viv reached out and grabbed my arm. "Come with me." Viv said firmly. "A dirty little brat like you needs to get thoroughly cleaned up to wash the filth off him, and then I'm going to punish you severely for your wickedness." Viv hauled me out of my room and into the bathroom.

Viv grabbed my arm ordered me to strip and to get into the shower cubicle. She turned the water on, and proceeded to wash me with a large scrubbing brush, rubbing me vigorously until my skin was red all over. I groaned particularly loudly when the brush tore across my genitals, but Viv just ignored me and scrubbed extra hard. When Viv was done, she pulled me out of the shower and threw a towel at me. "Come on, dry yourself off, and be quick about it." Viv snapped briskly and I hurriedly obeyed. When I was dry, Viv reached out and grabbed hold of my arm. "Right! Let's go to my room." Viv said, and dragged me along the landing by my arm.

Viv pulled the stool out from her dressing table, and picked up a large hairbrush, sat down and hauled me over her lap. Viv stared for a moment at my pink bottom in front of her, loving the perfect roundness and tightness of her lodger's buttocks. Then she brought the hairbrush down hard on my arse, and I yelled. "There! This is what happens to dirty little boys in this house!" Viv cried, and began to spank me fiercely with the brush. 

"Yes, squeal you little pig!" Viv cried "Squeal so I know you're learning your lesson." 

Eventually Viv stopped and pulled me off her knee. I stood in front of Viv, my face red. Viv waited until I'd calmed down slightly, then reached up and took hold of my balls, wrapping her hand around them. She squeezed slightly and I whimpered. 

"So, do you still think that women are just tits and ass?" Viv asked. "N-no Viv."

"Mistress to you from now on!"

"Are you going to spend any more time drooling over nasty pictures?" Another squeeze. "No Mistress!" 

"That's good James. I'm still concerned though, so I'm going to keep a firm eye on you from now on. I don't want any more dirty behaviour. I don't expect to see *this*," Viv slapped my cock with her left hand, "sticking up when it shouldn't be. If you get an erection in future, I want you to come and tell me, and explain to me what caused it. Then I can decide whether it was justified or not, and whether you need to be punished. If I catch you getting an erection without telling me, you'll be in very serious trouble indeed, understand?!" She squeezed my balls again, maintaining the pressure as I sobbed "Yes Mistress! I promise Mistress! Oooohh!" Viv kept her grip tight for a few more seconds, watching me squirm with unconcealed delight. Then she released me. 

"Now you go to your room and stay there until I say you can come out. Put that disgusting magazine outside your door, and any others you might have, so I can come and collect them. Don't put any clothes on either; I want you to stay naked." I went to my room, placing the magazines outside my door as I had been told. The general themes of the mags were large ladies with hung guys. One or two were about dominant women.

I'd been in Viv's house for no more than an hour, and how the turn of events had happended so quickly was amazing. Amazingly humiliating and embarrassing for me. But, she hadn't thrown me out. She seemed content to deal with me differently. Now how would I describe Viv. She was a large lady, roughly 5foot6 and in her late 40s. She dressed rather drabbly, like the typical school mistress. She didn't seem to have a sexual bone in her body and she was behaving like this! I actually thought someone would pinch me and I'd wake up from a rather strange dream.

After a few minutes, Viv went to collect the magazines and took them back to her room. She undressed and lay naked on the bed, idly playing with her pussy as she read them. The images and text turned her on a great deal, and also gave her some ideas for things to do with her new lodger. When she had read them all, she put the magazines down and began to masturbate in earnest, frigging her sopping pussy until she came. She had had a wonderful time, and she knew that this was only the beginning.

After a while, she went downstairs and began to prepare dinner, leaving me alone in my room. I was shaken by what had happened; I felt ashamed that I had done something she found so naughty, and to be honest scared about what Viv might do next. After all, I'd just moved in!

I waited anxiously for Viv to call me, my nudity made me feel particularly vulnerable. Eventually Viv called to me to come down for dinner. 

"Should I get dressed, Mistress?" I called nervously.

"Did I tell you to get dressed?!" 

"No Mistress." I called back.

"Then you don't do it, do you?!" Viv snapped fiercely. "Now get yourself down here, I'm fed up with shouting at you like this. You haven't been here a few hours and already it's clear you need discipline" I hurried downstairs and went into the dining room, looking nervously at my frowning landlady. Viv kept her face severe, but she was overjoyed to see the look of fear in my eyes. Viv thought it was good to know I was going to be so obedient and easy to control.

After dinner, I was sent to wash the dishes, while Viv sat in the living room, waiting to implement the next phase of her plan. When I had finished the dishes, I walked nervously into the living room. Viv ordered me to stand in the middle of the room, my hands on my head. Then she stood up and walked slowly around me, looking at my slim, body. I didn't know whether or not to be scared or just enjoy the moment. After all I had fantasised about it enough, but would the reality be the same? Here I was standing completely naked in front of this woman. A woman I barely knew. 

"I had a look at those magazines of yours, and I was very upset." Viv began. "They create entirely the wrong image of women, and are liable to have put some very bad ideas in your head. I dead against woman being portrayed as pieces of meat. I had thought that I wouldn't have to worry about this, but clearly I was wrong."

Viv stood in front of me and looked me in the eye. "From now on, my boy, I'm going to take you firmly in hand. I want you to properly understand your place in life, and in relation to women. Things are going to be very different around here, from what you'er used to, so you'd better get used to it. If I say do something you do it, with no arguing. If I tell you not to do something, you don't do it, or else you'll be in real trouble. There will be no warnings, no stupid arguments. If you do something I don't like, you'll get punished, understood? And if you don't like this arrangement, feel free to leave at anytime"

I nodded miserably. For some reason, I had no urge to leave whatsoever. I was totally compliant to the rules Viv was laying out. "Yes Mistress." Viv smiled at my reply. "Good boy. I like that. When I speak to you from now on, I expect to hear 'Yes Mistress' or 'No Mistress' as appropriate, and I expect it to sound polite and sincere. If you sound grudging or angry, or anything like that, you'll get a beating, understood?!" I nodded mutely. 

"Answer me boy!" Viv shouted. 

"Y-yes Mi-Mistress!" I wailed. Again Viv smiled. "That's better. I won't tolerate dumb insolence. Next time you don't answer me, you'll get a proper spanking."

Viv went over and sat down on the sofa, leaving me in standing on the rug in the centre of the living room facing her. "Right James, let's understand each other. From now on, you go around naked unless I tell you otherwise. Occasionally maybe in my panties, or an outfir of my choice. Outside you can wear whatever you like; however, from time to time I might choose your underwear. As I said before, any time you get an erection, you must come and tell me about it. If I catch you doing anything remotely sexual, you'll get a good thrashing. There are going to be a lot of different things which we are going to do together over the next few weeks. You are also going to do some more to help around the house. I engaged a new housekeeper before you arrived. Her name is Christine, although you will address her as Miss Christine. She is on holiday right now, but she will be back soon. You will obey her the same way you obey me, and she will be in charge of making sure you pull your weight around here."

Viv paused and took a sip of her tea, allowing me to let all this sink in, and watched me intently. It was obvious from the look of horror on my face that I realised that Christine was going to see me naked, yet I had the good sense not to protest. 

"I am also going to start disciplining you more regularly." Viv continued. "I've clearly been far too lax with past lodgers. From now on, you'll get spankings on a regular basis as a proper punishment for bringing those filthy magazines home. I shall expect you to submit to all my punishments willingly and without fuss. Any attempt at resistance or arguing, and the punishment will become worse. Do you understand?" I nodded and said quickly "Yes Mistress, I understand." Again Viv smiled. "Good boy. I'm sure you'll soon get used to things, and we'll be just fine. Now, come over here and sit down next to Mistress."

Nervously I went and sat on the sofa next to you. You put your arm around me. "Now James," she said quietly, "where did you get those magazines? I bet you liked wanking your little willy to the pics." I swallowed and replied tentatively "A-a friend, Mistress. And I bought some too" Viv simply raised an eyebrow. "And how did he get them? I'm sure he didn't buy them himself." I shook my head. "No Mistress, he probably got them from his brother" Viv stroked my shoulder gently. "So, how did you come to get the magazines, did you buy them?" I nodded "Yes Mistress, I had some money left from my holiday, so I spent it all on those."

"I see. Tell me, did you and your friend look at the magazines together?" I blushed. "Well, yes, just once, when I was looking at them to see how good they were." Viv smiled. "And did you masturbate together?" Viv asked. I was stunned and my face turned a deep red. 

"No Mistress!" I blurted. Viv chuckled. "Well, you do hear stories, you know, about what boys get up to. Races and all that" I blushed furiously again. "I-I know. I hear them as well. I think some of the boys at boarding schools do, you know, things with each other, but I never did Mistress, never!" Viv got up from the sofa and hugged me close to and laughed. "I'm pleased to hear it I. I wouldn't want to think you were turning into some kind of pervert. Besides, it's probably just as well; we wouldn't want you getting picked on." I looked up at her, puzzled by her comment. 

"What do you mean Mistress?" Viv paused, feigning embarrassment, but secretly delighted and looked down at my erect cock. 

"Well I, it's just that when I saw your erection earlier, I couldn't help noticing that it was quite small. I think the other boys might have made fun of you for it if they'd seen it. But I guess they did in the showers after sport anyway. And I suppose now that you play sport at your uni! How does it feel seeing those bigger cocks?" I didn't answer.

I blushed furiously. Viv had to use all of her willpower not to grin. I'd always been aware that I had a smaller than average penis, that gave me great cause of embarrassment. Viv knew that it would be easy to control and humiliate me about it. Viv seemed glad the magazines I had given had contained such hugely endowed men. 

"The ones in those magazines are about normal." Viv continued. "Most men, even boys your age and younger, grow a lot more than you when they get aroused. Maybe yours will get bigger in time, although I'm not sure." My face was crimson now. Viv hugged me close to her, and my cock pressed against her. "You run along to bed now, we've got a busy day tomorrow."

The Landlady Ch. 01



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Thanks for azure_skies for the editing and thanks to Lara from Paris for the inspiration. 

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I had mixed feelings about moving back to London. It has been several years now since I left the city, and the UK in its entirety, and returning now was mentally complicated. London is a tough city. It's tough on you when you are fresh and energetic from university, and it's tougher when you are tired, disillusioned and still struggling at entry-level jobs a decade later. 

Finding a flat in London was not a pleasant experience either. Three weeks of moving between friends' sofas, floors and sleeping bags resulted not only in an aching back, but also some daunting memories from visiting flats probably considered insalubrious in Dickens' time. For a few hundred pounds a week I had the choice between a cupboard in a student house in remote London or an actual room in a real house somewhere halfway to Birmingham. It was depressing. Being winter didn't make it easier either.

I visited North London, South London, East London and what must have been underground London; nothing affordable to be found. The situation was getting desperate. So, I had little expectation when I saw the advertisement for a studio apartment in Haringey. I was determined that, unless it was a complete shit-hole, it would be my new residence. Knowing little about the area, it seemed nice enough, full of Turkish eateries and just near the park (renowned for murder and rapes, but still). The quiet street, with its row of semi-detached houses, had its charm. Most importantly, it was on my tube line. This was zone 3 suburbia.

The interphone advised it was the upstairs flat, and I was buzzed in. I climbed the narrow stairs (why are British houses obsessed with stairs?) and tapped the door. A tall woman, probably in her mid thirties, opened it. 

"Hi, I'm Alex," I introduced myself as a good boy, "I'm here to see the flat."

"Of course." she replied, "I'm Tara; I'm the owner."

Tara let me in and gave me a short tour of the place. A very short tour, since the flat included only a bedroom and kitchen. Yet, as far as bedroom and kitchen flats goes, it was nice, very nice even. It was actually unbelievably nice. I tried very hard to hide my excitement. It had a mix of IKEA blandness that passes as homely in the UK and the feel of a hotel room in a not too skanky airport hotel. You could feel that a lot of people have been through this room. For me, on the road for some years, it felt homely.

Tara explained that she bought it a few years ago, when she was living there, but she had since moved to another, bigger flat, three streets away, overlooking the park. Now she lets it, mostly to students but not to couples. The room was currently available as the previous tenant left unexpectedly. I would have been a fool not to take it, and I said so directly.

"I'd like to know a bit more about you before we go any further." She told me rather sternly.

"Well," I started, "there isn't much to tell. I'm almost 31, I used to be in academic research but now I do research for a think-tank. I moved a lot in the past decade or so, mostly in Europe. But now I've got a job here, so I moved back." That seemed to summarize my life well enough, no relations, no girlfriend, no dreams or desires. Just work and not much of that either.

"Oh", she commented. "That's nice."

Is it? I thought. I looked at her a bit suspiciously. 

Tara was actually worth looking at. She was tall, for a woman, must have been at least 1.80m; had broad shoulders and, well, a very full bosom though she was by no means chubby. She dressed well, but not flashy (and why would she?). Some sort of a routine grey trousers and jacket combo, I could have easily mistaken her for an estate agent. I could imagine her running through the park in the exercise routine, or sweating it in the gym. She looked sporty, and took care of herself.

It was her face that was the most intriguing. Dark red hair, high cheek bones, clear nose, almost equine, wide mouth and some very piercing green eyes that made me shudder. She could see right through me, she knew all my little dirty secrets without even having to ask. But they were not judgmental. There was no way to guess what she was thinking. Except for the eyes, she somewhat reminded me of those posh sporty British girls I used to see in university. The girls you always fancy shagging because they were posh and sporty and had big breasts, but actually knew they would be a terrible fuck and all round bores. She didn't have the accent though, not at all. She had a bland generic accent that could have been from anywhere but was probably from nowhere particularly interesting.

We chatted absently about my life, mostly about places I left and this area of London. 

"I've been living here for some years now. I really like it. It's very convenient." 

"Do you work in the City," I ventured a guess, though I didn't really think so. City folks don't show their apartments on Tuesday afternoons.

"No, not at all." She said smiling at me, "I work at home."

I nodded, which meant nothing. Tara asked if I wanted some tea, and I was happy to agree. But there was no tea as the previous occupants already left and emptied the cupboard. She suddenly became extremely apologetic, as if I was her guest and was terribly offended by the lack of tea.

"It's quite alright," I said, "I probably have to go anyway. Maybe next time."

She smiled. "Alright then, can you give me a check for this month and a deposit? You don't want to think about it more?" 

"Oh no," I retorted quickly. "I like the place and am really too tired of staying with friends. I'm sure."

With little ceremony I handed her two checks for 500 hundred pounds each and she gave me the keys. It was probably the least official house letting ever. I had a wild thought of her slipping the checks into her bra, like some Jessica Rabbit, but she tucked them neatly in to her purse.

"I keep a set with me." She advised about the keys. "Just in case."

"That's fine," I said, happily jangling my set, "and for the tea?"

"Call me when you're settled and I'll come by." She winked at me. Quite a playful kitten, she was.

We went outside and shook hands cordially. Tara pointed out the nearest way to go for the tube and bus and trotted down the street like some thoroughbred mare, her auburn hair swishing in the cold air and her rather large behind wiggling as she strode. I shrugged and started walking towards the Underground, but then changed my mind and instead of going back to work or to my current residence to pack, I went back into my new flat and lay on the naked mattress. I had a place, it was nice, and things were starting to look better.

Sadly Tara did not deliver on her tea promise; or maybe it was me who didn't invite her over. We did speak on the phone several times in the coming months about gas bills, internet connection and similar mundane stuff. She was always very courteous and polite, almost flirtatious; but I never followed through. She was a world apart from the skinny brunettes I normally dated.

I was rather surprised therefore to see my mobile flashing "Tara-Landlady" one Saturday afternoon.

"Hi!" I replied cheerfully.

"Hi Alex, how are you?" she retorted.

"Very well, thanks, yourself?"

"I'm fine, thank you. I was actually calling to see if you could give me a hand with something?" she asked.

"Sure," I replied, "what's going on?" I said excitingly. It was hard to sound both friendly and polite, and I failed on both accounts.

"I went to IKEA to get some stuff, but I don't think I could carry them up to my flat alone. Are you at home? Are you busy" she said somewhat apologetically.

"No, no, not at all, I'll come right by."

"Thanks, you're a darling. It's the road right on the by the park, I'm standing near my car." She said.

"Be right over."

I was out of the house in a few seconds, walking briskly to her rescue. I felt like a proper knight in shining armour.

Tara was standing by her car, which was rather disappointingly a blue WV Golf (I imagined her driving a red Mercedes Convertible). She looked annoyed, frustrated and bored.

"Hullo miss," I said in a fake policeman accent, "what seems to be the problem?"

She gave me a condescending smile that made me feel six years old. It was a stupid joke.

"Thanks so much for coming, you're a real darling. I don't think I'll be able to carry these shelves by myself. Could you help?" she looked at me with a mock desperate expression. I beamed. 

She opened the trunk of the car and together we pulled out a heavy elongated box. It wasn't very heavy, and I could lift it, but it was extremely cumbersome. Tara had to lead me to the front door, open it and help me navigate the stairs to her apartment, which was conveniently at the very top of the house. I managed to carry it up and stood there, feeling the strain in my arms, until she unlocked her door it and let me in.

"Just put it anywhere." She gestured. 

I looked quickly around to find a place for it. It was a nice flat; the entrance was almost immediately into the living room, which was separated from the kitchen by a bar/counter thing. The living room had big windows overlooking the road and park and plenty of sunshine. Stairs led to the upper floor. I propped the shelves by the wall and shook my arms.

"There you go." I smiled at her. 

"Oh, thanks, you're so sweet. I hope it wasn't too heavy."

I shook my head in negation. 

"Do you need help with the rest of it?"

"Could you?" she asked almost surprised. "That would be really kind."

We went back to the car and unloaded it. Then we loaded ourselves with the array of packages, boxes and big IKEA bags and heaved the lot up the stairs. We dumped everything on her living room sofa and stood there grinning at each other.

"Thanks so much for giving me a hand in this." She said warmly. "I think I went a bit mad on this shopping spree."

I made a sound between a laugh and snort and looked at the mass of items. 

"Yeah..."

"Do you want to drink anything?" she asked. "Some water?"

"I'd love some." 

Tara went into the kitchen and I followed her with my eyes. She was wearing jeans that accentuated her figure, showing the curves of her hips and thighs. Her top was a simple but stylish blue top, with the first two buttons undone. The shape of her round breasts was visible through the cloth and the two open buttons gave some preview of her cleavage. I didn't stare, only a fleeting glance. My mouth felt dry. Tara moved around in the kitchen looking for glasses and stuff. I leaned on the counter and continued to discreetly check her out. 

"Oh, I might have some beer." She suddenly said. "Do you want some?"

"Sure." 

She opened the fridge and peered inside. Her back was arched and her big butt was pointing out, almost straight at me. I couldn't resist staring at it. It was very shapely, round and full and within an arm's length. It moved in little wiggles as she was looking among the shelves. I could see some flesh peeking between jeans and blouse.

"Hmmm..." she said, "I think I don't have any..."

"That's ok," I said in a very dry voice, still staring at her butt. "Water is fine."

She straightened up and turned to the tap, pouring me a tall glass. I shook myself, trying to get over the hypnotising sight of her ass, and found myself staring at her big breasts as she handed me the glass.

"There you go."

"Oh, thanks." I said quickly, reaching out and moving my eyes to her face. I gulped the water quickly.

"Were you staring at my breasts?" she asked when I finished drinking.

"Ahhh..." I mumbled.

"What?" she asked again, sternly.

"I..." didn't quite know what to say.

"You were, weren't you? You were staring straight at my breasts just now." She said in an excited tone of voice.

I blushed. She looked right into my eyes and said:

"You little pervert... I can't believe it. Come here!" 

The authority of her voice made me step into the kitchen and stand facing her, but I couldn't face looking at her so started glancing at the floor like a shamed child.

"Look at me!" she said harshly. "You were! Say it."

"Yes," I looked at her face and said apologetically, "I was looking at your breasts."

She looked at me mockingly and pushed me back against her fridge.

"You little pervert..." she mocked, "sneaking a stare like that. You like them huh!? You like my breasts?"

I swallowed my spit; this was a very uncomfortable situation.

"Come on," she challenged me, "do you like my breasts? Do you like my big boobs?"

"Yes..." I said without looking at her, "I'm sorry."

"I'm sure you're all horny and hard looking at my breasts, huh?" She grabbed her left breast in her hand and squeezed it. I gulped. 

"Look at me!" she commended. I immediately stopped staring at her playing with her tit and looked into her face.

"I'm sure you are getting all excited, you little prick. I'm sure you are getting really hard."

To my surprise, I realised I actually was hard, and blushed.

"Ha!" she said, "and now you are turning red! I can see the bulge in your trousers!" And then she cupped her other hand on my crouch and squeezed.

"Yeah, I can feel your little pervert cock getting all hard, you little prick." She massaged the bulge, "getting all hard and excited from looking at my tits."

I gulped and looked at her hand rubbing me...

Tara found the zipper of my jeans and pulled it down. She manoeuvred her hand inside and pulled out my cock. It was hard, but not fully erect. She yanked it out and jacked it slowly.

"Oh, you are getting hard, aren't you? You are getting hard thinking about your landlady's breasts?"

Her hand went from the base of my penis and up to the very top. Her hand was strong but soft, and she knew exactly where to touch. I moaned.

"Look at you..." she mocked, "your pencil cock getting all hard. You like that? You like getting a wank from your landlady?"

I nodded. She increased the rhythm of her jerks, I was fully erect now.

"And I bet you were checking out my ass before, weren't you?"

I didn't reply.

"You were checking my butt, weren't you?!" She squeezed my cock hard.

"Yes," I nodded,gasping for air as my cock was solid hard.

"I knew it, you little bastard. You were probably thinking of fucking me, right? You were thinking of bending me over the sink and fucking me? Huh?"

The mental image of Tara bended over her sink and me fucking her from behind made me harder and more excited. I gasped as she jacked me quickly. Pre-cum was already glistening at the tip of my penis. I wouldn't be long now.

"Fucking me hard and deep in my own kitchen, huh? That was your plan?"

"Oh..." I moaned.

"You were probably thinking you'll fuck me in the ass, right?" she accused. "You were planning to stick your little cock inside my big ass, no? You little pervert."

Christ, that was too much to think about. My hands twitched as I imagined parting her round ass cheeks and pushing my cock inside her.

"Oh yeah, that's it...you were thinking of fucking my big ass, fucking me hard in my ass...such a dirty boy." Her hand jacked me faster and faster. "You were thinking of burying your little cock in my tight ass, huh? I'm sure you were getting all hot about thinking of my ass wrapped hard on your cock... thinking of taking me like a bitch from behind, doing a little anal fucking with the old lady..."

My mouth opened but all I could do was pant mercilessly. The tingling of joy was already crawling at the base of my head.

"And where were you thinking of cumming...? Where were you thinking of shooting your dirty cum you pervert?"

The answer came to me automatically; I just bumbled out:

"In your ass, I wanted to cum in your ass..."

"Oh yeah," she said, squeezed her tit hard, "you wanted to shoot all your cum into my ass, You were going to dump all your spunk in my backdoor..." I could hear her excitement.

"I'm going to..." I mumbled.

"Take this." She told me harshly, handing me a kitchen towel. "I don't want your dirty cum all over my nice kitchen's floor."

I squeezed the towel to my cock and felt the cum starting to splash out. I let out a long soft moan.

"Oh yeah, that's it," she continued to jerk me, "that's what you get for being a dirty boy."

"Oh, oh..." I whimpered, as I was cumming.

She mercilessly milked all the cum from my cock. The sperm almost made a little puddle in the middle of the towel. 

"Yeah, like that..." she told me. "You like that? You like getting a handjob like that?"

My head tilted backwards and hit the fridge door. I shuddered for a second and felt faint. The climax was quick but intense. It lifted my body up in the air and made me weightless. I felt the bliss throughout my limbs. 

"Hey!" her tone yanked me out of my cum dream, "wake up!"

I came to my senses. Tara was standing in the middle of the kitchen, hands akimbo and staring at me mockingly. 

I shuddered at the weirdness of the situation. I was still holding her kitchen towel on my now shrivelled cock. I gulped and said:

"I'm so sorry..."

She laughed: "you're so cute. Had fun?"

I nodded, starting to realise that I hadn't committed an unpardonable sin and that I might be able to stay in the flat.

"Me too." She said. "You are a dirty boy, I knew it."

I was staring at the cum-soaked towel and handed it to her.

She pointed to the bin. "I don't need it." She laughed again. 

"Right." I said and pushed it in.

The situation was a bit uncomfortable. What were we meant to do now? I really wasn't sure. Everything was a bit hazy, did I just get a handjob from my landlady?

"Well..." she said and opened the front door, "thanks for your help."

"Ah, you're welcome." I said, not quite sure how to respond, "anytime."

"Better tuck that in before going out," she nodded to my penis.

"Right," I gulped and zipped my trousers. 

She gave me a smile and almost pushed me outside, waving to me as I went down the stairs.

"See you." She said and closed her door.

I stumbled to my own flat and collapsed in the kitchen. What just happened? I mumbled to myself. Suddenly I noticed I was grinning. I played the episode in my brain again and realised I just had the most exciting sexual adventure of my life. Little did I know what the future would bring.



The Landlady Ch. 02



The next morning I woke early, unable to sleep because of a combination of excitement and fear.

Viv got up and looked at herself in the mirror. As usual, she had slept in a long T-shirt, but it didn't seem quite the look Viv wanted. Viv quickly changed into a filmy black negligee which barely hid her body at all. She smiled wickedly to herself. This should get James going, Viv thought. She practically skipped down the landing and went straight into my bedroom. I was lying in bed still, but my eyes were open.

"Morning James." Viv said cheerfully, going over and sitting on the edge of my bed. I replied "M-morning Mistress". My voice was slightly hoarse, and Viv could see I was stunned by the sight of her in a sexy negligee. Viv leant forward as she spoke to me, making sure her ample cleavage was well displayed. 

"Time for you to get up." she said. "I want you to go and use the bathroom, wash and clean your teeth, and then come to my room naked, knock on the door and tell me you're ready for me, understood?" I nodded. "Y-yes Mistress." I stammered. Viv stood up and turned her back, pretending to look around the room, but in reality just making sure I got a good look at her rather large bottom. Then she turned round and stood, hands on hips. I'm not sure if she knew, I'm sure she was, but her pussy was visible through the translucent material, and she saw with satisfaction the way I was trying to look at it and not look at it at the same time. 

"This room is a mess! You've only been here 24hrs!" Viv exclaimed. "Later on you're going to tidy it up." she stepped forward suddenly and yanked the duvet off me 

"Come on, up we get!" As she had probably hoped, when she lifted the duvet, it revealed a bulge in my boxers. I blushed furiously, and Viv stared angrily at me.

"What is this?!" Viv cried, reaching down and giving my cock a painful tweak, making me cry out. "What did I tell you yesterday about erections?!"

I looked forlorn, and my eyes grew moist as I squirmed with embarrassment.

"Well?!" Viv demand. "Y-you s-said I had to-to tell you when I got one and wh-what caused it." 

"That's right." Viv snapped. "So, why didn't you tell me?" I said nothing, just looked pleadingly at her. 

"Why didn't you tell me?!" she demanded

"Tell me now, or you're really in trouble." I stared at her

"I didn't have one until you came in!" Viv stared at me, pretending to be shocked. "You mean you got an erection from looking at me?!" she exclaimed. "Your own LANDLADY?!" her voice rose high. I nodded and mumbled "Yes Mistress." I felt totally wretched and humiliated.

I couldn't help but be aroused by her in that outfit, or rather the revealing nature of it. 

Viv stepped back from me 

"Right. I want you in and out of that bathroom as quickly as you can. Then you can come to my room and we'll get started. You were already due a spanking for bringing those magazines home, but it's going to be twice as long now! It's bad enough you wanting to look at women who pose for such things, but to get hard looking at your own Landlady?! You're disgusting and I'm going to give you a punishment you're never going to forget!" With that, Viv turned and swept from the room. 

Terrified of what was to follow, but not wanting to make it any worse, I quickly went through the normal morning routine, then hurried to Viv's room and knocked on the door. Viv opened it and looked at me, up and down, standing naked before her. 

Viv had changed into a pair of black leggings, a leather basque, and had a pair of black ankle boots. A total contrast from her drab outfit yesterday

The clothes were close fitting and emphasised her figure. I thought she looked sensual, dominant, sexy and terrifying all at once. Viv strode from the room, grabbing me by the arm and marching me into her garage behind the house. Luckily her house is alone and not overlooked.

The garage was totally bare and Viv had turned it into some sort of punishment room. A table had been placed in the centre, with straps fitted to it. On one wall was a cupboard holding various implements. Viv marched me over to the table and bent me over it, fastening me to it by my wrists and ankles.

When she had finished doing that, I was spread out across the table, my legs apart, my arms outstretched. The straps that held me were well-padded, so there was no chafing.

Viv swung her hand a few more times for practice, and then she took her stance behind me. Viv stared gleefully at my buttocks, and I could see her from the mirror across the room. I'm not sure when Viv had last done this, but it was clear that she couldn't wait to get started on me!

"Right boy, we'll start with a traditional six of the best for bringing filthy magazines into my house." Viv said breaking the silence. She raised her hand and brought it down hard across the centre of my bottom. I yelled and bucked against the table as I felt the spanking. 

Again I saw Viv grin fiercely, when I looked up into the mirror and delivered another stroke, and another. At each one, I cried out and writhed in pain, as a hot line of pain etched itself into my bottom. Viv then delivered the next three strokes in rapid succession, creating a crescendo of pain which had me squealing loudly. Then she paused, walking around me and allowed me some time to recover. 

Viv stood back, breathing hard. It was excitement that had her pulse racing. This was everything she had hoped it would be, and more. One thing is for certain, she never expected it to happen within 24 hours of my arrival! I assumed she was very turned on by it all. But that could wait until later, there was more fun to be had first. She resumed her position and without warning brought her hand down hard across my thighs. I screamed loudly. "There you little wimp!" she cried. 

"That doesn't count for anything; it's just an extra stroke for being such a pathetic little cry-baby. Now we're going to start again properly, and I'm going to thrash you for getting an erection from staring at your own Mistress and Landlady." 

My bottom was just a mass of pain and heat, and I felt exhausted. I was deeply ashamed by what was happening, particularly as she had offered me the room and I'd abused her hospitality; deep down I thought it was right that I had been punished for it and rather enjoyed it. Christ -- some people would pay for this!!!

"Puh-please Mistress! P-please, n-no more. I'm suh-sorry, really I a-am!" Viv chuckled. "And so you should be, you little pervert!" Viv laughed. "We'll stop after the next six, provided you take them well and don't make a fuss." I wanted to scream when she said that, but I had just enough in control to know that this would only make things worse. So I just lay there and gritted my teeth, waiting for the next blow.

When she finished, Viv went over and undid the straps, freeing me and helping me to stand. 

"Come on." Viv said. "We'll go into the house and you can rest for half an hour, and I'll rub some cream into your bottom. Then you can come out here with a mop and bucket and clean this mess up."

She helped me up to my room and lay me face down on the bed. Then she got some antiseptic cold cream and began to gently rub it into my bottom. It stung badly at first, making me whimper, but it soon became soothing and eased the pain. I relaxed slightly as she worked the cream into my skin.

Viv finished rubbing in cold cream and gave my bottom a tiny pat, grinning as she saw me wince. "There, all done. You lie there and rest for a while, and then you can go and clear up the garage."

Viv then left me and went to her room. The rest of the day I kept myself to myself and got myself prepared for the start of uni. We chatted in the evening, but as if the first 24 hours of my arrival never took place. 

The next morning, Viv woke me up wearing the same night attire, and was pleased to discover that my cock remained soft. Viv ordered me to the room she used as a study "In the study within 5minutes. Do not dress". 

"I want you to do some writing for me this morning, James." Viv announced. "I want you to understand how things are, and to atone for your appalling behaviour. So this morning, you're going to sit at my desk and write out the phrase 'I am a very naughty little boy' five hundred times, understood?" I nodded and replied "Yes Mistress", hanging my head in shame. Viv smiled. 

"Now, I realise your bottom is going to be quite sore today, so if you want to spend some time kneeling at the desk instead of sitting, you may do so. Here is a little cushion. Just so long as your lines get done, understood?"

I nodded. "Thank you Mistress." I said. Viv hugged me totally indifferent to my nakedness. "Good boy. Now you get to work. I'll look in on you from time to time, and you bring me the lines as soon as they are finished, then we'll find something else for you to do. And don't take too long about it either, unless you want a spanking."

Throughout the morning, I worked away, alternating between kneeling and sitting. Viv looked in on me occasionally, pleased to see that I was doing as I had been told, and perhaps enjoying seeing me naked and docile. Finally, I finished the lines and took them to Viv, who inspected them carefully. 

"Hmm, not bad. Your handwriting is a bit sloppy, but we can work on that. Kids today: too much reliance on laptops with the spell checks and losing the old fashioned art of handwriting." 

"What are you, James?" Viv asked.

I flushed and replied "I'm a very naughty little boy, Mistress." Viv smiled brightly. 

"Good boy!" Viv said, as if I was a dog returning a bone. "I can see this is going to be easier than I thought, provided you continue to learn this quickly. Now, let's go and have some breakfast -- I've sausages, bacon, eggs all for you. Then this afternoon you can do some housework."

The afternoon passed easily enough for me. The chores I was set were not difficult, or even too unpleasant, just basic cleaning and polishing. Once again she made her position clear in that if I didn't like it, I could always leave. By the time we'd finished dinner that evening, I was beginning to feel a little better about myself and settled already. This new regime worked for me. After a while, Viv took me to my room, and said she was going to check my bottom and put some more cream on it. I lay on my stomach and tried to relax as she rubbed lotion into my bottom.

She massaged cream into my bottom, covering it thoroughly, and then suddenly slid a now lubricated finger up my bottom. I yelped and tried to jerk my hips away. Viv slapped my bottom hard, making it sting.

"Keep still, boy!" she snapped. "I want to see how tight your little bum is, so just lie there and take it unless you'd rather have a spanking." I tried to relax as she worked her finger in and out of my bumhole. I groaned and gripped the sheet as she added a second finger, stretching my hole wider.

It felt strange and uncomfortable, but I certainly didn't want to be spanked when my bottom was so sore. She seemed to be enjoying herself immensely. Her fingers made a wonderfully obscene slurping noise as they slid back and forth in my bum. Eventually she stopped and slipped her fingers out, as I sighed with relief. 

"Yes, you are tight back there." Viv remarked. "I'll have to do something to loosen you up a little." I twisted onto my side to look at Viv. "Why Mistress?" I asked nervously. "W-why do you have to do that?" Viv frowned sternly. "Because I say so!" she snapped. "Because I want to! And because you're going to do as you're told from now on, without asking nosy questions! Stand up!" Viv rose too herself and stepped back from the bed, as I hurriedly leapt to my feet. Viv stood over me, her face dark with anger.

"When I say you're going to do something, you do it." Viv said coldly. "I don't want any backchat, understand?!"I nodded frantically. "Yes Mistress! I understand. I'm sorry Mistress, I didn't mean to be naughty, I was just curious!" I babbled urgently. 

"Are you going to ask any more stupid questions?" she asked crossly. "Nuh-no, Mis-Mistress." Came my muffled response. "Good. Now go to bed and I'll see you tomorrow." 

The next morning she came in and woke me once again. This time Viv led me back to her room and took a pair of pink cotton panties from a drawer, handing them to me. "Put these on, they should fit snugly." she said. I obeyed, blushing from being made to wear what were clearly girl's knickers. She must have picked them out carefully, being sure to buy ones which were slightly too small for me. They fitted very tightly, stretching tautly across my bum and making my cock and balls extremely prominent. She grinned, pleased with the result. 

"Ohh, that looks lovely. You look quite the little sissy now." she chuckled, and I blushed furiously.

After breakfast, I was once again set to writing lines. This time I was required to write 'I am a filthy little pervert.' five hundred times. She stood in the doorway for a while, watching me kneel down, the pink panties stretched tightly across my taut young buttocks. Viv was really enjoying herself.

To be continued...



The Landlady Ch. 02



Copyright: lagneaublanc@

Many thanks again to AzureΠskies for his editing and to Lara from Paris for the inspiration and lesson. 

*

Dinner was very nice. We had chicken linguini pasta and a bottle of white wine I bought. She didn't really have a dining table so we ate on the small table in the living room. Tara, without actually saying much about herself or her life was very entertaining and attentive. I probably did most of the talking, trying to impress her with my wit and boost my ego with pretty delusional ideas about my future prospects. Little did I know I had no need for any of that.

She had invited me over to say thanks for picking up a key from a visitor when she was away on a mysterious business trip. We both completely ignored the incident when she gave me an amazing handjob in her kitchen.

After eating, we moved from the table to the sofa and were sipping the rest of the wine. Tara leaned back in the corner and watched me continue to pretend to chat. My mind however, was drifting more and more to look at her big breasts, which were rather modestly hiding inside her white blouse. She had a beautiful figure, tall, not too skinny but far from fat, athletic and overall, majestic. I really had to struggle not to attempt to jump her there, though I knew she could probably take me down effortlessly. To divert my thoughts, and not stare at her too blatantly, I scanned the living room. It was full of objects, almost too full. Too many small statues and figurines, some rather evocative, were placed on shelves and surfaces, the living room table itself was crammed with knickknacks including a silver statue resembling, after some reflection, a penis and a vagina rolled into one. 

The wall was high and took over the whole height of the apartment, since the floor above only extended to the middle of the space. It was full of pictures and paintings of various sizes, almost all of them abstracts and most of them rather ghastly in a sophisticated way. Prominent among them, however, was a large abstract oil painting that looked, after some reflection, like a naked red-head with big breasts, reclining on a bed of what seemed to be wiggling branches or snakes. 

"Do you like it?" She asked, seeing my eyes were fixed on it.

"Very much, is it you?" I guessed.

"Yes, it was a gift. It was commissioned from the painter."

"A gift from your boyfriend?" I asked, and cursed myself immediately afterwards. We had not approached the subject of boyfriends during the entire evening and it was damn stupid to raise it now.

"No", she smiled, "just an admirer."

"You are very beautiful in it", I said, and went for it: "I wish I could see more."

"Oh, you will."

This was really too much of a come-on and I switched my gaze directly from the picture to the model. She was, well, almost smirking at me from her corner of the sofa. I knew this was my cue, but hesitated for a second. After all, Tara was not only my landlady; she was also clearly outside my league.

She reached out her hand very slowly and pulled me to her. I set my glass on the low table and accepted the invitation. Our faces came together and we kissed. It was a rather violent kiss - Tara held the back of my head, pressing me to her. I could feel her strength. Our lips matched each other and we began the dance of tongues and teeth...tasting, biting, teasing like two small mammals bickering over some food. It was a good kiss. My hand stroked her long auburn hair whilst she massaged the back of my neck with her long fingers. She grabbed my hand and made me grasp her tit, making me squash and squeeze it through the white cotton. It was big and clearly had some work done on it. Its firmness jolted me at first but then I felt the nipple hardening and my own cock getting firm and lost myself in the sensation. We continued this for some minutes, and then she moved to nibble my ear and whispered: 

"You like my breasts?" 

"Yes," I whispered, "let me see them."

Tara pushed me back down the sofa and flicked her hair in place. Her eyes were all mockery and allure. I wet my lips as she slowly started unbuttoning her blouse. She did it slowly and without removing her gaze from me the entire time. But after she undid all the buttons her breasts were still hidden; only a glimpse of flesh peeked. I looked at her, like a kid asking permission to open a gift, and she raised, for a second, one eyebrow, as if asking me what I was waiting for. 

With almost trembling hands and a very hard cock in my trousers, I reached out and slowly pulled the blouse aside like curtains. Her breasts were big, and round and beautifully made. She wore no bra. The skin was pale and the nipples light pink. They managed to look natural enough but had the clear firmness of surgery. I gulped.

"Beautiful."

I placed a small hand on each and tried to cup them. They were too big. I massaged them softly, caressing the smooth skin and circling the half erect nipples. Tara leaned back and gave herself to my investigating hands with a soft moan. 

I love breasts. Not as much as I love asses, but still. I love all sizes of breasts, but at that point I particularly loved these big, firm boobs. They made me think of snowy hills, of giant Nordic women; a Viking lady's tits. My hands were like independent creatures all over them. I pinched them, shook the dome, flicked with my thumb on the hard nipples; all this time drinking them in with my eyes, hypnotised by the sight. Tara clearly loved it, as she wriggled like a, well, more a tigress than a kitten.  

Soon, touching was not enough and I wanted to taste them. I assaulted the breasts with my mouth, exploring all of the areas I'd previously investigated with my fingers to make sure I hadn't missed anything of consequence. I felt light headed, almost drunk with the texture and feel of them, excited to the point of intoxication. Tara put her hand on the back of my head and pushed me harder between her breasts, making me lick the valley between them. 

"Yes, like that..." she murmured, as I was sucking on her left nipple and pulling on her right one. 

This continued for a while, I'm not sure how many minutes. They were pure objects of play, but finally I decided that it was time to move onwards, or rather downwards, and started covering her belly with small kisses. My idea, as you probably imagined, was to lick my way down to what must have been a spectacular pussy and treat her to my oral skills (for which I was renowned). This also seemed the proper way to thank her for letting me her flat; inviting me for dinner and in particular the lovely handjob I told you about before.

It is here, however, that things differed from my expectations.

I kissed her all the way to the line of her black trousers and was fully absorbed by it. Reaching this boundary, I pulled up and started unhooking the main button. I looked up, Tara was staring straight at me, there was a dare in her eyes, and a slight smirk on her face. Finally, after some struggle, I undid the annoying button and pulled down the zipper. I could see some very nice black pants, but no hair (which was a bit of a disappointment). Sliding a finger underneath the pants, I was expecting to find the wet and juicy lips of the labia; instead, I came across a thick shaft. It jumped in surprise at the touch inside the pants. My hand froze where it was, not sure how to continue. 

She put her hand on top of mine and, guiding me, said languidly:

"Go on. Pull it out." 

I didn't even have the time, or capacity to act, and Tara did it for me. Operating my hand like a puppet, she made me reach inside her pants and pull out what was clearly a large and partially erect penis. I gazed it at amazed. I have never had a cock so close to my face, not even my own. 

"Eh..." I struggled to say something.

"Shhh...", she said from above, "don't worry. You'll do fine."

Still guided by her strong hand, which I had no capacity to resist, I watched as she put my hand on her cock and made me stroke her. My hand, my whole body actually, felt outside my control, as if I was watching this being done to someone else. I wanted to pull away, to take time, to organise my thoughts, but just remained powerless, observing my hand.

The skin of her cock felt unbelievably soft and sensual, and I could feel the veins under it on it and the blood rushing in them. It was a living thing, which responded to my caressing it with little jumps and jerks as it grew harder and bigger.

"Isn't it beautiful?" she murmured. "Don't I have a nice cock?"

I swallowed my spit and felt how dry my mouth was. My eyes were completely transfixed by this transsexual cock and I didn't even notice that I was jacking it all by myself now. The sight of it getting bigger and bigger was amazing, and suddenly realised that my own penis, still fully covered, was also growing hard.

Finally I managed to get my mouth moist again to mumble:

"I would have never..."

"I know," she cut me. "It's my surprise."

"But I'm not..." I tried to protest.

"Shhh..." she silenced me again, "just play with it".

I guess that from that point on I was resigned to the situation. I then also noticed that with my other hand I was already stroking myself through the pocket of my trousers. Still my eyes were captivated by that snake that came out of what I expected to be a hole; I was like a monkey hypnotised. Her penis was probably almost fully erect now. She had a nice cock. It was probably slightly shorter than mine, about twenty centimetres I think, but it was certainly thicker. My palm went around it but it was more of a grab than my pencil dick. It was hard and warm and every time I squeezed it, it became harder. The head was big and pretty; it was dark pink, like some exotic fruit or a frosted cake. I could not help but wonder, once I looked at it, what it would taste like. And then I realised how I wanted to suck it. 

Tara must have guessed my thoughts as she picked up a glass and brought it to my face. She bent forward and, with a hand on my chin, made me look at her as she made me sip the wine. Her eyes pierced straight into mine, keeping me docile and ready. The wine splashed in my mouth, and I licked my lips, tasting it.

"You want to taste it, don't you?" she told me in a somewhat stern voice.

I absorbed, too distant to respond by words.

Instead of answering, Tara leaned back again, but kept looking down at me. I didn't even realise that by now I was sitting on the floor. My eyes went back to her cock and...without thinking, I extended my tongue and licked the underside of the head. It was very smooth and very slightly salty. Tara murmured something but I was too taken with this new toy to hear. Again, my tongue went out and licked the shaft and head. I did this a few times, until her penis was wet and shining with my saliva. I knew I wanted to taste it, to feel the flesh inside my month, so I swallowed my spit, wet my lips and took it in my mouth.

"Oh baby," I heard her moan, "you are learning quickly."

My hand on the base of the shaft felt its hardness, but the head was soft and squishy. It felt almost like a very ripe fruit, maybe a peach or a strawberry. The taste however wasn't sweet. It wasn't very salty either, it just tasted like flesh. I felt it in my mouth like a big... I don't know, like nothing I ever tasted before. My tongue touched it on the inside of my mouth and I could feel it respond. It was almost like kissing. I was kissing the head of her cock. I closed my eyes and started sucking seriously.

Soon, this felt completely normal. My hand was holding her at the base and jacking her skin, the other hand was deep inside my trousers jacking myself and my mouth was going back and forth on her cock, swallowing all of the head and some of the shaft, squeezing it between my lips, sucking it in and feeling it brush the top of my palate. I was absorbed by the repetitive motion of pulling it in and out of my mouth, by being penetrated orally by this woman's cock. My head tilted back and forward, making me a bit dizzy.

I switched positions and instead of slumping on the floor, I kneeled by the sofa. I managed to unzip my trousers and finally pulled my cock out so I could stroke it more freely. Tara put her hand on my head and pushed me down on her cock. I knew she was trying to make me swallow more and more of it, and I tried to stretch my mouth open as much as I could. 

"Yeah..., like that," she said, sternly, "just like that you little fucker...you enjoy sucking my cock don't you?"

I didn't really listen to what she was saying; I was too absorbed in trying not to choke on this piece of meat shoved down my throat. I could feel my saliva inside of my mouth gathering, overflowing and I pulled out when I realised I couldn't breathe. My mouth, my chin and her cock were all covered in saliva and I had to gasp a few seconds for air. Then, of my own accord, I assaulted her prick again, pushing my head down on it as far as I could. And up for air, and down on the shaft again.

We must have played this game a few minutes, because after a while I felt completely dizzy and had to stop to breathe normally. I wiped my mouth with my hand and looked at her.

"Enough," she told me, "let's go upstairs."

Tara stood up and pulled me up, she was almost hugging me. Her face was just above mine and she gave me a wet strong kiss.

"That was great, you're a real natural".

I could only pull a faint smile as had no idea how to respond to this compliment. I never thought sucking cocks was something I was good at or even wanted to be good at.

She took me by the hand and guided me, through the many obstacles in the living room, up the stairs to her bedroom. This part of the house was almost like a large closed balcony and had much lower ceilings. Her head almost grazed it. Tara pulled me into the first door on the small corridor. It was a simple room, taken over mostly by a big low bed. The only real other furniture was a makeup table and a chair. A mirrored closet door took over the entire side of the room. Soft, orangey light came from lamps on the wall. The room was warm with hot colours, red, orange and the occasional pink on the small table. It was maybe a room to sleep in but clearly it was mostly a room to fuck in.

"Come here," she said and pulled me in for another kiss. I was fondling her breasts again and felt her hand reaching for my cock. 

"We're going to have loads of fun" she whispered.

Tara turned around and finally shed her blouse, letting it drop to the carpeted floor. I watched her strong back and place my hand on it. She had a beautiful skin.

"You are very pretty, you know."

"Huh-ah"

I drew her to me and grabbed her tits from behind. They were full and I could squeeze them strongly. My face was flat on her back and her hair tickled my nose. Tara pressed her ass outwards to my loins and started moving it in small circles. She put her hands on top of mine and helped squeeze her breasts. It was nice. My cock, which I was able to put inside my pants, was rubbing her ass and growing. Without too much thinking, I slid my hand down and grabbed her cock, letting her movement massage it. I was holding her tit and cock and dry humping her - who would have imagined?

Tara somehow managed to remove her shoes without bending, but then pushed me away a bit and slid off her black trousers. I was now watching her full round ass from behind, completely naked except the string of her thong between the big ass cheeks. It was a majestic ass, big but muscular and smooth. I could hardly hold myself and not grab it. 

"Wow..."

"You like?" she asked looking over her shoulder. "You like my big butt".

"I do..." I said, "very much. You are so beautiful".

"Sit," and I sat on the edge of the bed.

Tara pushed her ass outwards towards me and said: "take off my panties".

Without hesitation I put each hand on her ass cheeks and squeezed lightly. 

"So nice..."

I pulled my fingers over the thong and slowly pulled it down over the ass. The string in the middle emerged, with a pull, from being buried inside her crack. She pressed her legs together and I was able to slide it down to the floor. She was now completely naked.

My hands were massaging her ass like I did to her breasts downstairs. I squeezed, pinched and stroked like a sculptor working clay; it was beautiful material. Slowly I pulled her cheeks apart and revealed her crack and finally the round star of her asshole. It was hairless and dark pinkish. Holding her cheeks apart, I lunged forward and buried my face in her ass. It was warm and odorous, intoxicating. I buried my head as deep as I could and started flicking her anus with my tongue. It was delightful. From miles away, Tara mumbled something, reached out and pushed me further in. I was lapping her ass as if it was a pussy, trying to see if I could actually shove my tongue up it.

When I disengaged Tara turned around. I thought she wanted me to suck her again, and her cock was just in front of me, but instead she pulled me up.

"Time to get you undressed." She said in a commanding voice.

I started to undo the buttons of my shirt but she held my hand.

"Me."

She undid my shirt buttons one at time and then let me drop it. Her hand was caressing my torso and she pinched my nipple. Her other hand went to my back and started massaging my shoulder blades, I squirmed in pleasure.

Tara unbuckled my belt and unzipped me, the trousers fell down. Now she slid her hand into my pants and grabbed my cock. She fondled it for a long moment and finally pulled it out. Her left hand was jacking me off while she grabbed my nuts with her right palm and fondled them. I was quickly getting very hard.

"Nice," she said. "Long and pretty, just the way I like them."

I smirked, knowing that my cock wasn't particularly long, but this was required chitchat. I have been told before though that I had a pretty cock, it is a strange compliment.

She yanked me again with her proficient hands and said:

"We're going to have a lot of fun. So don't worry."

"Ok", I said, imagining, but not really knowing, what she was referring to.

I slid my hands down her back until I was clutching her ass again, which I squeezed hard.

"Oh you really like that ass, don't you?" she teased me as she turned around and bent on the chair. "Why don't you wrap my ass around your prick?"

I didn't have to wait for another invitation. The sight of her buttocks swaying in front of me was all the excitement I required. Without hesitation, I placed my cock vertically between her ass cheeks and squeezed them around it. Tara held the chair as I was rubbing my cock up and down her ass, feeling the soft skin dryly chafing our organs. It was extremely arousing, my cock got harder and harder as I was humping her faster and faster. I knew this was a risky business, as pre-cum was already forming on the tip of my penis. I should really avoid cumming so quickly on her butt, but it was very tempting.

I managed, with a struggle, to slow down before orgasm and I pushed my penis between her thighs. She squeezed them hard and I could feel my shaft grinding just below her small balls. I pushed forward and caught her cock. It was hard, but not as hard as mine. I stroked it as she pushed back into my pelvis and I pushed forward.

This dry humping was a lot of fun, but we both knew we had other issues to attend to. Tara turned around and gestured me to lie on the bed; which I did, observing her. Then, like some great feline beast, she advanced on all fours to me. Her hair and breasts were hanging and I had a real desire to reach out and yank her mammaries; but I continued to lie motionless.

With her head just above my cock, she grabbed it and started licking the shaft like she was lapping water. I groaned as her hand and tongue did their combined movement on my prick. She was sucking me hard and fast, and I knew that there is no escape from this hot mouth. I grabbed the sheets with my fists and tried to delay the orgasm that was quickly building inside me. Tara must have felt I was near so she slowed down and stopped. I inhaled deeply to restore my clarity.




The Landlady Ch. 02



"Do you want to fuck my tits?" she asked while continuing to jerk me.

"Oh yes..." I said, thinking of my cock between her beautiful breasts.

"Come here", she said, turning over and lying on her back. "Sit on my belly."

I pulled myself up and wanked my cock a bit. Then I did as she said and placed the penis between her breasts. She pushed them together around it and looked straight at me.

"Come on, fuck them."

I started pushing back and forth, grinding my cock between her two firm boobs with the movement of my loins. My hand joined hers and pushed them harder against the shaft. It was an incredible sensation and a beautiful sight, my penis' top appearing and disappearing from the valley between these snowy peaks.

I paced up, feeling the cum starting to move in my balls. I was kneeling on top of her, loins completely obsessed by the in and out rhythm of the mock penetration. She was looking at me, her mouth slightly open and slightly smiling, but my gaze was fully focused on the sight of her tits. Quickly, the cum came up, bursting into my shaft and carrying me with it.

"Ohhh..." I moaned as I closed my eyes and tilted my head backwards and my prick forward. "Oh...shit..."

Tara knew I was cumming and with an experienced hand pulled my cock from her breast and started wanking it hard. My body started convulsing on top of her. I felt her take my head in her mouth just as the first jet of sperm gushed out of my prick. I lurched forward, barely managing to block myself in time and not crush her head. My cock went deeper into her mouth and I could feel its wetness with my cum. She jerked me again and more fluid came out of my prick into her mouth, and then again. By now my head was light and I had to sink it into the mattress. I was only aware that my landlady was still sucking on my cock and fondling my testicles, drinking every drop that flowed out.

We laid like that for some moments; her head underneath my pelvis and my head flat on the mattress. There was no sound except my heavy breaths and her licking her lips. Finally, she pulled out from below and I collapsed fully onto the bed. 

I stayed like that for some good moments. Tara was caressing my back and buttocks and I was drifting in the post-orgasm bliss. It took some effort, but after a while I was able to prop myself up on one elbow and give her a kiss. I could taste the saltiness in her mouth, which must have been my cum. We started fondling each other, grabbing tits and ass, stroking backs and balls, licking shoulders and biting fingers. I turned on my back and let her lie on top of me. Her hand was holding both our pricks and rubbing them together, it was very pleasant.

She reached out and grabbed some lube from the bedside drawer. I watched her attentively as she squirted some in her hand and started coating our cocks. 

"Nice?" she asked.

"Yes," I replied, trying not to think that I was actually enjoying rubbing my cock with another cock. I was still a bit limp from the tit-job but I could feel how hard she was.

"Are you going to fuck me now?" I asked timidly.

"Yes" she nodded. "I'm going to fuck your little bony ass now."

I must have made a face because my landlady beamed at me: "don't worry, you'll enjoy it, I promise." 

I probably didn't look too convinced, so she added: "you'll see, by the time we're done you'll beg me to fuck your ass every month instead of rent."

I smiled: "hmmm, really? Would you accept that?"

She laughed. "No, but I'll fuck you for free. Now turn around."

I turned around on my belly wondering what would ensue. Tara sat on my bum and gave me a short and powerful rub. I squealed with approval. Then she lay on top of me. I could feel her heavy breasts squashed against my back and her weight upon me. She whispered in my ear:

"I'm going to fuck you hard and slow and you are going to like it. You are my little bitch now and I can fuck you as much as I want."

"Ok landlady," I murmured, "whatever you say."

She licked my ear and I felt her strong arms clutching my ass and massaging it. Then she slid down and started licking and biting my ass cheeks. Soon, her tongue was licking my anus and I felt shivers going up my spine. This ass massage went on for a few minutes until I could feel the tip of her lubricated finger circling the outside of my anus.

"Be gentle," I murmured.

"Don't worry -- I'm a professional."

Oh, I thought -- she is. How come that never occurred to me? All the mysterious travelling, the nice flat and no clear job...

The tip of her fingers started pushing against my ass hole. It was not going in easily. I tried to relax and thought about how I persuaded my ex-girlfriend to fuck her anally. It was quite ironic. Just relax, I told myself, breathe out and relax your muscles...

Tara's finger pushed in and she was able to get about a third in. I gasped. The lube was definitely helping but it was still very odd having a finger in there. She pushed further, very slowly but without relenting. It was a bit painful, but nothing compared to what I knew would come.

"You're tight." She said, and then, before I could reply, pushed the rest of her finger in.

"Oww... slower, do it slower." I groaned. 

Having her whole finger in, Tara now twisted it around and back and forth. I could feel my rectum pressing around it, trying to push the invasion out, but she was not having any of it. She fingerfucked me deeper and harder until my bum decided there was no point in struggling and accepted it. It wasn't a bad feeling, her tickling my ass from inside. 

"That's nice." I said.

"Ok," she told me. "Now get on your knees like this." She pulled me up and tucked my legs beneath me. 

My ass was now pointing up, perfectly positioned for her to take me. I could feel her strong hands on my cheeks. She spread some more lube on her penis head and started rubbing it on my crack. I breathed in, trying to relax my ass again.

"Ok, just relax, you're going to love this, you little ass fucker." She said as she placed the tip of her cock against my hole. I reached back with my hands and pulled my ass cheeks apart. 

"That's the spirit." 

Her tip pushed against my closed asshole. I tried to relax and felt her pushing harder. Her cock was hard, but still the tip felt squishy. I couldn't believe that thing would soon be making its way through my ass into my belly. She pushed harder and I could actually feel the flesh of my anus being pushed aside to let it through. I breathed out slowly as Tara pushed in. Oh yes, it was definitely in now. Again, she pressed on and I could feel the pain as my ass was stretching to accommodate it. 

"Oh..." I whimpered, "fuuuck mee..."

My ass was in pain, I could feel that pain through my whole body. My jaw locked as she pushed harder and managed to get all of the head inside my rectum. I twitched. 

"Hush," she said, "just relax. Almost there."

I knew it wasn't; only the head was in. But now she knew I was impaled and couldn't push her out. She groaned and continued to fuck me, pushing her cock centimetre after centimetre into me. I gasped again at the pain. Her prick was like some rod drilling into me relentlessly, and as hard as my ass muscles were pushing against it, it kept on going. I felt it big, stretching my ass apart. I knew it was only a few centimetres in diameter but it felt so much bigger. On and on she pushed, not stopping to pull back, exhausting my resistance.

But then the ass muscles relaxed. They realised it was a lost battle and gave in. My body knew it was going to get penetrated and decided to stop the fight. My ass relaxed and I could feel Tara pushing in and out of me. There was still pain, as the ass was torn apart, but it was a dimmer pain now. Soon, I also began to feel pleasure. As each stroke went deeper into me I felt it fill me from inside, rubbing me in places I never suspected. She filled me up and it felt good.

"You like it now?" she said, "you enjoy being ass-fucked?"

I mumbled something into the sheet, trying to keep on top of the waves or pleasure and pain going through me. She responded by fucking me harder and deeper. She grabbed the top of my thighs and pulled my ass onto her prick. I pushed against her hard, letting her grind me. Then she pulled away and slammed into me harder. Tara pulled me up by my shoulders to my hands and knees.

"You like this, don't you? You like being taken it in the ass by your landlady? You like it dog-boy?"

She pulled my hair and made me look at the mirror. It was quite a sight. I was on my hands and knees, head held back by this red-haired amazon. She was kneeling behind me and drilling into my ass with her thick cock and with steady motion. I looked at it with amazement. That image was forever burnt into my retina.

"I bet your cock is all hard now, isn't it?" she said. "I bet you are so hard baby..."

"Oh yes..." I mumbled, which was true, as I realised my cock was very hard from this fucking.

Tara then pulled me further up to a kneeling position. She pasted me to her bosom and grabbed my hard cock; our bodies moved in conjunction as I sat backwards into her cock and let her push me up again. We were fucking and watching ourselves fuck in the mirror. Her hand was jacking me hard and I knew that I was seconds away from another strong orgasm.

"You wanna cum?" she said, "you want me to make you cum?"

"Yes," I whimpered, "please make me cum now."

Tara impaled me on her cock and wanked me fast. I lifted my hands and tried to grab her head. My eyes were fixed on the couple fucking in the mirror. Suddenly, I felt the orgasm coming.

"Fuck..." I almost yelled. I started masturbating myself as Tara pushed me back down and fucked me hard and fast. Every stroke of her cock in me made me closer to cum. Then, everything in my head went still and quiet and suddenly, I came all over her bed sheets. 

"Fuck yes..." I trembled as the cum came out. 

"Fuck me..." I heard Tara laugh.

The harder she fucked me, the more I came. Every time her cock buried itself inside my behind, it brought out cum from my penis. I was like a strange pumping machine.

The white light in my head kept me floating somewhere, completely oblivious to the beautiful lady sodomising me. I could only feel the tranquillity that comes with orgasm. Everything made sense then. It was, through the pain and noise and movement, bliss. 

It must have been a few seconds before I came back to my senses. Tara was still drilling me, but slowly. The pain was a fairly dull memory by now, like a distant hangover or something. Tara noticed I was back and increased her rhythm; but I was remote, no longer interested in watching the spectacle. I felt like all of it was happening to someone else, as if I was only a voyeur watching this through a keyhole. I felt exhausted. She knew it was time to stop soon. But I knew she was close and I needed to stay in the game until she came. The noise of her banging sounded miles away and I felt myself drifting again. 

"I'm going to cum in your ass." She whispered in my ear. "I'm going to shoot all of it inside your belly."

"Yes", I quipped. "Cum in my ass, please cum in my little ass."

Tara pushed me forward until I fell on the bed. She fell on top of me and pounded me fast. Every knock drove her cock more into me and me more into her mattress. Her big breasts were crushed on my back and her weight pinned me. 

Her jolts became faster and faster until I knew she entered a climax spiral. She hammered me hard and fast until I felt at last the cum pumping into me. She moaned loudly and her loins continued to pound me for a few more times and then she collapsed. She was almost motionless except an involuntary jerk of her body as the last drops dripped into me. I could hear her heavy breaths on my ear as she was recuperating from the orgasm, and felt her cock shrinking away inside me. My head was turning. I felt like my whole body had gone through some pounding; I was all dull pain and fading pleasure. We lay like that for some time.

Then Tara rolled over and stared at the ceiling. I could feel the air rushing into my ass hole and suddenly became very aware of the pain. It felt as if my entire backside was ripped open by some industrial driller, the muscles of my ass hurt, my lower back felt like jello and my thighs were shaking. With some effort, I turned to the side and looked at her. She was still away in the post-climax state, but then she turned to me and smiled.

"Wow," she said, "how do you feel?"

"A bit painful," I grimaced, "but fine. Where is the bathroom?"

"First left"

I managed to get to my feet, somewhat shaking, and make it to the toilet. It was well needed and took a while and when I finished and cleaned myself I felt empty. The pain was only a dull memory. I walked back to the room.

Tara was sitting on the bed and arranging her hair. She was very pretty. Her large features were all in harmony, tall, buxom, well hung and radiant. 

"How are you feeling?" she asked.

"I feel fine, a bit strange." I laid the bed next to her. "It was amazing, but it did hurt a bit."

"Sorry- it always does the first time." 

Then she stood up and went to the bathroom. I laid on the bed on my back, looking at the ceiling and absently fondling my cock. Something important had just happened, something that I would certainly have to come to terms with in the future. But for the moment, I only wished for her to come back and fuck me again.



The Landlady Ch. 03



Copyright: lagneaublanc

As before, thanks for Azure Skies for the editing and to Lara for being herself. This is the final chapter of this part of the story; though Alex and Tara will meet again. 

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The English summer quickly made its way to a London fall; and soon winter was here. The days grew cold, dark and short and people were already thinking about Christmas, though it was still almost two months away. 

I hadn't seen or spoken to Tara since the night of crazy fucking in her flat. I thought about her often, and jerked off to the memory more than once. I even occasionally googled her site, checking her photos, when I was surfing for my porn. As you can imagine, my porn habits changed as well and suddenly figured transsexuals and well-endowed women. According to her site she was a transsexual escort, active or passive, for refined gentlemen but also for couples. Her hourly rate was roughly my weekly rent. Did it matter that my landlady had a side business? Not really, I still longed terribly to be fucked by her a bit. But just couldn't bring myself to call. Unwise to mix business and pleasure...

Work was also picking up. It has been almost a year since I moved back to London and I was becoming somewhat bored by it by now. It was probably time to start moving again. The option came quicker than I expected, as they offered to relocate me to the NY office. Wow..."New York", I thought, "that's exciting." I did not hesitate for a minute before I accepted. I called her up at my lunch break some days afterwards, when everything was confirmed. 

"Hi Tara", I asked in what tried to be a causal tone.

"Yes?" I heard her purr, "I'm Tara."

"Hi, it's Alex." I said, and after a minute of silence added, "your lodger."

"Oh, Alex, how are you darling?" her voice changed to be a bit less alluring and more social.

"Very well, thanks. Haven't seen you in ages."

"I know, I know. It's been a bit crazy these last few months." She answered. I couldn't even imagine what crazy meant in her line of work.

"Same here" I said. "Listen, I have some sad news. I have to move out of the flat. I'm moving to New York."

"Oh, wow, that's great. Are you happy?"

"Very excited. I have to start there in six weeks. It's a rather big promotion."

"Congratulations darling, you should have a party!" she said. I could not avoid having a very vivid 

image of what kind of party she had in her mind, or rather I had in my mind.

"I wish, but no time, too much stuff to do." I mumbled, positively disappointed.

"Do you want me to start looking for a new person for the flat?" she asked.

"Yes, please, I don't have that much time. Sorry to spring it on you like this."

"Oh, it's ok -- I'll let you know once I have someone. What's your leaving date?"

"Mid December, more or less."

"Ok, I'll let you know...got to go now, someone at the door." she concluded and hanged up abruptly. 

And that was it.

The weeks after that proceeded towards my looming departure. I went out to pubs with mates, sorted out items for storage and tried frantically to find somewhere nice to stay in NY. I knew Tara was showing the flat to other people (she had the keys) so made sure it was clean and proper. But our paths never crossed.

I came home from work on a Wednesday, ten days or so before I was due to leave. The front door wasn't locked.

"Hullo..." I queried, hesitatingly, "is there anyone here?"

"It's me," Tara said from the kitchen. "I've let myself in."

"Oh hi, how are you?" I walked inside and shed my coat. I went up the stair to the kitchen that, together with the bedroom, included the totality of this apartment.

Tara was sitting by the kitchen table, flicking through some bills and mail that got there. Her hair was tied in a large knot behind her, her makeup subtle. She was wearing what I could only describe as a leisure track-suit, purple and almost velvety in gleam. The jumper hugged her bosom nicely, not revealing too much but certainly outlining her curves. I salivated.

"I was showing the place," she said, "I hope you don't mind."

"Not at all, do you want some tea?"

Tara nodded and I put the kettle on. I was leaning on the sink and drinking in her body. She knew I was doing it, buy coyly pretended to continue reading the gas bill.

"So," I enquired, "have you found someone?"

"I think so," she commented absently. "Some Italian girl who is here to work in a fashion mag."

"Nice." I said and poured the tea. 

"Yes, she seems very nice." She retorted. I couldn't help but smirk at the way she said it.

"What?" she looked at me with a teasing look.

"Nothing," I said smiling, "have any plans about her?"

She sipped her tea and gave me a meaningful look. I raised my eyebrows in appreciation.

"So you are off to NY in a week?" she asked rhetorically. "Excited?"

"Very, also a bit worried."

"Why? It's a great city, I love it."

"Well, it's NY, you know... it's big and busy and bustling. I don't know many people there."

"Oh, I'm sure you'll fit in just fine. I'll give you the number of a good friend of mine."

"Thanks, that will be cool."

"You'd LOVE her." She told me meaningfully. 

I smiled again, getting an erection.

"Do you want to stay for dinner?" I suggested. "I can cook some pasta or something." I looked at her. It was clear that dinner was not at all what I had in mind.

"Wish I could, but I have a thing to go to." She said and handed me her tea mug, then she stood up and went upstairs to the loo.

I turned around and started washing the mugs and some random items left in the sink. From the window I could look into the gardens and backs of the houses in the opposite street. Windows were lit, as it was already dark outside. I could see couples in their kitchens, starting to make dinner, television glows from living rooms... life in all its banality. I sighed; I will miss London, even if I claim otherwise.

Tara came back and hugged me from behind. She put her chin on my shoulder and looked outside as well. It felt nice, and intimate, I didn't expect it from her.

"You're a sweet boy," she whispered in my ear. "I'm going to miss you."

"Me too," I said and tried to turn around and kiss her. But she held me there, pinned to the sink, her arms clutching me from both sides. She nibbled in my ear and I could feel my erection growing.

I arched my back and pushed my ass into her loins. She responded by moving them in small circles and I could feel, through the track-suit, her cock hardening. Her breasts were flattened on my back, almost pinching me.

She pushed again and pressed me against the sink, oh yes, her cock was certainly hard now. I held the rim of the basin with both hands and panted. 

"Look outside," she said, "do you think they can see us?"

I surveyed the houses and windows; people were too busy with their lives to notice us. What was there to see anyway?

"Nah, they don't care," I mumbled, "you can do anything you want to me and they won't notice."

"In that case..."

Her hands quickly unbuckled me and unzipped my trousers. I pushed back from the sink and she pulled them down. Then she pulled off my pants, but only down to my knees. My cock was hard and ready.

"In that case...I'm going to fuck here right now." She said and jerked me.

"Yes..." I said, "please."

"It will be my going away gift, our little mini party."

She pressed me hard to her, dry humping me through her suit. I felt hot and dizzy. My cock in her hand was enjoying the massage and my grip on the sink tightened.

Tara then reached out and lowered her trousers. After a minute, I felt her cock slapping my ass like a baton. She was clearly hard. 

"You have such a small bony ass." She said. "I love it."

I smiled; it was sufficiently dark outside that I could see her reflection in the window. 

"So nice..." she said, rubbing her cock up and down my crack. I shivered.

Tara took her middle finger and stuck it in my mouth: 

"Suck", she said.

I lubricated it well with my saliva, knowing where it would go next. When it was well wet, she pulled it out and stuck it in my ass. I moaned. 

"Still so tight," she said, "you haven't been fucking around I see."

"You know you're the only one baby." I quipped.

Her finger in my ass was massaging me from inside whilst her other hand was still jacking me. She moved her hips here and there and slapped me with her cock. Certainly a multi-tasker.

"Get me my handbag", she said, gesturing to the big purse on the counter. I reached out and pulled it towards us. She reached inside and took out a tube of KY Jelly.

I smiled, "you always carry that with you?"

"Sure" she licked my ear, "you never know when you'll meet a willing ass like yours."

Tara squirted some lube on the palm of her hand and started spreading it on her cock. The remains she plastered on my ass hole. It was wet and sticky. She rubbed the tip of her cock on my anus and I could feel it getting harder. I was ready for her to take me.

"Nice and softly..." she nibbled, "just like I told you..."

Her penis pushed into my ass and I started exhaling deeply. I could feel her tits rubbing my back as she took another breath and pushed harder. My hands held tight to the rim of the sink as her palms spread my cheeks. I moaned as she pushed again and the tip started penetrating me. My ass was on fire, partly from pain and partly from anticipation. 

"Fuck me now..." I moaned louder.

Tara didn't respond by talking, but just shoved her prick deeper into me. My mouth was dry and I swallowed my spit. Her reflection on the window was of pure concentration. She pushed again and I panted as the cock's head split my ass. My own cock was hard against the wooden cupboard, my torso bent forward almost touching the tap. Tara fucked me again harder, sensing that she was almost in.

"Grrr..." I ground my teeth and tried to relax.

"Here we go," she whispered, "here we go..."

Her pushes became stronger and deeper as more of her shaft entered me. I gasped as she picked up the rhythm and squeezed my ass cheeks. 

"Fucking love it!" she said loudly. "Fucking love fucking your little ass."

It hurt; more than I remembered. Tara was less delicate with me this time. I braced myself for the hard fucking and waited for the pleasure to start. I could feel the sperm rising in my balls and longed for her to stroke me.

Tara pushed again and now it was all in. She stopped and held me tight. I closed my eyes to concentrate on the joy. Then, with little delicate circles of her pelvis she made herself more comfortable. Her cock filled my inside like some pole, impaling me standing up. I could feel its tip deep within me, and its base against my anus. The slow and delicate fucks she now employed worked their trick; my ass relaxed and the penetration became easier. My body relaxed as well as the first wave of pleasure swept me. 

Feeling I was now more open, she started pounding me seriously. I held strongly as she pushed me up and pulled me down again on her cock. I knew she was now entering me fully, shoving her prick as far as she could inside me. Her hands made a mush from my buttocks and I heard the flapping of her balls on my ass. I was crying to cum, but my hard cock received no attention.

Then she pulled me back from the sink, only to put her hand on the back of my head and push me down until my cheek was touching the ceramics. She held me tight and fucked me harder, with each thrust going through my body like a spike.

"I'm gonna cum in your ass my little fuck toy." She said harshly.

The pleasure and the pain were mixed in me, but I knew I wanted her to cum soon. The sink tiles felt cold on my face but the room was steamy. No chance any neighbour could peek in now, it was all misty.

"Pleassse..." I panted, "cum in my ass."

I knew from the depth and the rhythm of her pushes that she was near climaxing. And after a few seconds she started her final sprint, no longer in control of her pelvis. I sighed as I felt the warm cum dripping inside me. Tara held me tight in place for a few seconds and pumped all her cum into my ass, and then, like a building demolished, collapsed on top of me.

We were both panting as if we had just completed a half marathon. Her breasts made my shirt stick to my back as my body temperature adjusted. I opened the tap and gulped some water.

Tara managed to balance herself straight, and started cleaning her cock and my ass with some paper towels from the counter. I turned and looked at her. She was still fully clothed, except her trousers lowered the bare minimum to fuck me. Her face was shining with sweat and post-climatic bliss. She breathed so hard that her breasts heaved up and down inside the jumper. Her cock, almost completely shrunk, was hanging out like an oversized finger.

She slowly resumed normal breathing and sipped the water I gave her. I leaned with my back to the sink and felt my own heartbeat slowing as well. My own cock was still erect and throbbing, but quickly becoming limp.

Tara stepped nearer me and caressed by face. 

"So nice..." she whispered, "you are really so nice to fuck."

She reached down and took my cock and balls in her hands, massaging them softly. The cock was heavy with cum and responded slowly. I looked at her.

"Someone is a bit left behind I think." She looked at it. "I think we have to deal with this."

I nodded, couldn't agree more.

With some slow jerks she was able to make me very hard again. I gasped as she grabbed it and slowly gave me a hand-job. Really wasn't far now. But Tara had other ideas, and she slowly crouched on the floor and started taking my cock in her lips.

The wetness of her mouth on this poor battered organ was like a splash of cold water. It stood up strongly and firmly in a second. Sparks of pre-orgasmic jolts started climbing through my balls and spine to the back of my head. I tilted my head backwards and let out a low moan.

Jacking me with one hand, Tara used her other to open the zipper in front of her jumper and pull her tits outside the bra. She was massaging her left breast like mad, whilst her other hand was going up and down my shaft. I was near, very near.

Then she slowed down and knelt before me. One hand grabbed the base of my cock and the other went behind and grabbed my still aching bum, pulling me into her mouth. She took me centimetre after centimetre, pushing my entire cock into her mouth and throat and holding me there for some seconds. Then she pulled out and breathed.

My hands came down on the top of her head and I pulled her again to take me in her mouth. I could feel her tongue and throat closing all around the head of my penis as cum started pulsing out of me.

"Ohhh fuck..." I moaned as the sperm came into her mouth. 

I grabbed the counter not to slip and let the sensation take over me. My eyes closed with a shudder and I was soaring into oblivion.

"Oh yeah..."

She pulled me out and wanked me quickly. I continued to cum. It was an uncontrollable wave after wave of sperm that she milked from me.

"Yeah baby," I heard her say, "cum all over my tits."

And I did. More and more drops of cum jumped from my cock and splattered on her bosom. They glistened like dew or something on the white skin. She continued to jerk me until nothing was left, until I was all spent and breathless. 

My head was dizzy for some moments and I don't even know how I managed to stay up. The kitchen counter was helpful in that. I closed my eyes and let the world spin for a few seconds before I could stand straight again.

Tara was still crouching when I came back. She smiled at me. Her lips and exposed breasts were all shining with cum. She picked some up on her finger and licked it, before rising slowly.

"Wow," I said, "that was intense."

"Clean me." she commanded.

I reached out for the paper towel but she said: 

"No. Lick me."

I looked at her stern face for a minute and then, knowing that resistance is futile, bent down and started licking my cum off her breasts. It was salty and had a texture like overcooked porridge. I licked her all over her breasts, wherever I could see the little drops. When I finished, her whole bosom was shining with saliva. I swallowed and looked at her.

"Good." She said and fondled by shrunk cock.

She took a paper towel and dried herself before zipping her jumper and putting her dick back into her trousers. I fumbled around and pulled my pants and trousers back.

Without a word, Tara picked up her handbag and coat. I wanted to say something, but she smiled at me wryly and left me speechless. We stared at each other for minute.

"Good luck in NY." She finally said.

"Thanks," I mumbled automatically, "thanks for everything."

"You're most welcome." She said and went down the stairs.

I sighed and turned around, looking back outside at the people in their houses. Their lives seemed so normal and mundane, but that is probably only an illusion. Still, I pitied them.



The Landlady Ch. 04



Copyright: lagneaublanc

This episode takes place (and was written) at least a year after the events described in the third chapter. The story ends here for now. It should not be read as an integral part of the original three chapters but more as an epilogue. 

As before, many thanks to Azure Skies for his dutiful editing and corrections, to Lara from Paris for her inspirations and to Gabriella, wherever she may currently be, for participating. 

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"So, are you happy to be back in London?" 

We were standing in Tara's open kitchen, sipping wine from truly huge wineglasses. 

"Yeah, pretty happy." I replied and sipped. "New York is a great city, but it's too intense."

"I know," she said and gave me a naughty smile, "it's almost too much of everything there."

"And I sort of missed the dreariness of London, I think." I added, though it was a lovely, springy afternoon. The small flat, facing southward, was filled with light.

Tara looked good, very much like I remembered her from more than a year ago. She had maybe lost some weight, which exaggerated her hourglass figure. Her hair was dark blond now, which I actually liked less, preferring her as a sexy redhead.

She stepped forward and filled my glass and then kissed me. I loved the way she kissed, forceful but not brutal. She pushed her lips on mine, hard. She knew what she wanted and went for it, and actually knew what I wanted as well. I put my hand on her waist and let her draw me in, tasting her full lips. We moved closer and her ample bosom pressed on my chest, so it was hard to resist reaching out and groping her breasts, yet I managed to restrain myself and remain civil, comforting myself with the knowledge that every encounter with Tara becomes torrid sooner or later.

We continued with our long embrace until, to my surprise, the buzzer rang.

Tara didn't even bother to detach her lips from mine, but just reached out and buzzed the person in. I must have had a quizzical look because a moment later she said:

"It is Gabri, I invited her also."

"Gabri?" I asked, not sure what to make of this new development. 

"Gabriella, she's the girl that took over the flat from you." She said as she opened the door.

I was about to comment when the girl walked in and gave Tara a kiss on her cheek. She was rather short and very slim, with medium dark hair and a flair for trendiness without effort. A serious, almost morose expression, completed with a retro heavy metal band T-shirt. She didn't smile when she saw me.

"This is Alex," Tara introduced me to her, "he used to live in the flat before you."

"Gabriella." She said with a strong Italian accent and shook my hand.

"Nice to meet you..." I mumbled as Tara filled a glass for her.

"Let's move to the living room." said Tara, gesturing like a grande dame, even though the living room was only at the other side of the kitchen counter. 

Squeezing through the narrow passage, we went and sat on her nice furniture. Tara and Gabriella sat on the sofa, and I took the chair, almost facing them. We sipped our wine quietly, without speaking, for some seconds. I took a look around the room, which remained pretty much as I remembered it, full of too many objects and paintings, most of them suggestive. 

"Alex just moved back here after a year in New York." Tara told Gabriella, who nodded and sipped her wine. Not the most talkative girl. Tara, maybe not very happy with the way she was entertaining her guests, then turned to me and said:

"I hope you were able to have fun some there, or was it only work?"

"Oh, I had fun," I quipped, "and thanks for giving me Simone's contact details; we met." I said and smiled discreetly.

Tara looked at me over her wineglass and smiled in understanding.

"Isn't Simone great?" she asked rhetorically. "She is SO much fun."

"I know," I told her, as we were both smiling over a shared secret. "She's got so much to offer."

"Certainly," Tara agreed, "almost too much." 

"Huh..." I shook my head in gentle disagreement, "you have to get used to her, though it isn't easy in the beginning." 

At this point we both drank, momentarily carried away with our individual recollections of Simone's spectacular cock. Some more silence ensued, which felt a bit uncomfortable. So I approached Gabriella.

"Tara told me you were working in fashion, right?"

She looked at me as if she only then noticed I was there and said:

"Yes, I work in a fashion magazine."

I expected her to elaborate, but she stopped there. 

"Will you be staying in London for long?" Tara asked me once the conversation died again.

"I'm not sure," I said, "maybe a few months, maybe even less. But I am probably heading back to Paris sooner or later, or Berlin."

"Gabri used to live in Paris." Said Tara.

I looked at Gabriella, with an inquisitive regard, but she only nodded.

"London is a great city," I said, "but also very taxing." 

Tara looked over at Gabriella and pretty much gave up any hope of engaging her in conversation. So she replied: "I know, it's a hard place."

"Especially in winter," I added, noting the banality of our discussion, "when it is all dark and cold."

At this point Gabriella, who was clearly bored with our chat, leaned forward, put her hand on Tara's crotch and started unzipping her. Tara gave her as much notice as one gives a cat sitting in one's lap and merely leaned backwards and sipped her wine.

I also tried to act naturally as Gabriella reached down into Tara's trousers and pulled out her limp cock. I wasn't even particularly staring at her. The silence continued as Gabriella slowly started caressing and stroking the penis, which grew longer and harder. Finally, Gabriella bent forward and started sucking it.

"You seem to be very lucky with your lodgers." I said watching Gabriella's mouth swallowing the tip of Tara's cock.

"Oh," Tara replied nonchalantly, "I know how to pick them up. But Gabri here is quite something." She said and patted the girl's head. "Aren't you darling?"

Gabriella rose and gave Tara a passionate kiss, while her hand continued to jerk her cock. I started feeling pressure in my trousers as well. Then, she went down on her again, her head bobbing up and down as her small lips circled the penis's head and sucked it in. I gulped.

"Oh...that's nice." Moaned Tara as she was leaning back on the sofa and sipping her wine. She looked at me inquisitively. I licked my lips.

"I think," said Tara, "that someone else wants a little taste, no?"

Gabriella unhooked the cock from her mouth and tilted her head to look at me. I knelt down on the carpet in front of Tara and slowly brought my face to her loins. Gabriella backed away, giving me some space. Timidly, I carefully held the base of her penis and put my lips to the head. Her cock wasn't rock hard yet, but it was big and thick, like I remembered it. Looking up, I could only see Tara absently drinking above me, as I started to suck on the fleshy head and gulp more of it. Soon, I was able to put most of her cock in my mouth, feeling its power with my lips and tongue. I sucked it in, absorbing myself in the scent of her body, before letting go of it to get some air. Still grabbing it by its base, I wiped my mouth and plunged in again, trying to get all of it into my mouth. I couldn't and soon had to back out to breathe again.

"Someone's greedy." Said Tara.

I drew back a bit and let Gabriella go at it again. She didn't hesitate for a second, but instead of sucking it she started licking the erect shaft and tickling the length of it with her tongue. Finally, reaching the top, she circled the bulging head with her tongue, and closed her month on it, sucking again with energy.

"My..." Tara commented from above, "I could get used to having you two lap puppies around."

She put a hand on Gabri's head and pushed her down on her cock, while she started to fondle her own breast. I could that her nipples were hard and erect as they made small tents of her light blouse. She moaned softly.

Finally Gabri's feast of cock ended, and she broke off for some air. Looking at me, finally smiling, her mouth wet from the saliva; she tilted the penis in my direction. I was happy to accept the charge and immediately took hold of it, starting to lick in from base to top. But before I would really renew my efforts, Tara took my and Gabri's hands.

"That's enough now puppies," she said maternally, "let's go upstairs."

The upstairs bedroom hadn't changed much. It was still dominated by the large bed and wall-length mirror. The three of us, reflected double, made it feel crowded.

"Now," Tara told us, "undress."

Both of us eagerly obeyed. I sneaked a glance at Gabri as I started undoing my shirt, she quickly removed her T-shirt and un-strapped her black bra, revealing small breasts but with perky and dark nipples. I kicked of my shoes and started unbuckling, observing as Gabri lowered her own jeans and showed a very neat little bum. In a minute, we were both standing in front of Tara, completely naked, ready for inspection. 

"Good," said Tara as she pulled out her cock again, now limp, "now where were we?"

Gabri and I knelt in front of Tara. I, as a gentleman, gave Gabri first taste. She didn't hesitate and started kissing it; she softly caressed it as it grew big and hard again. She licked it from the base to the tip, and then let me suck on the head and lick and feel the veins with my tongue.

"That's nice," Tara said as she was unbuttoning her blouse. "Now show how deep you can take it."

I swallowed my spit, jerked her cock a couple of time to get it hard, breathed in and started inserting her cock in my mouth. I sucked it down until it filled my mouth and I had to orient it down my throat. It tickled as it brushed on the top on my throat and made me gag. I struggled to take more in, feeling my jaw muscle aching, before being obliged to pull it out, all wet and slimy, and cough. 

Then, Gabri tried to deep throat Tara. She clearly had more experience in this matter than I, as she was able to easily swallow the first few centimetres of the cock, and slowly pushed her head forward, getting nearly all of it in. Her eyes watered, as it was clear she was gagging, but she wouldn't give up. Undoubtedly she was keen to show off. Her throat muscles contracted as she nearly reached the base of the cock, before pulling it out, gasping for air. 

"Very good," Tara said throwing her blouse and bra on the chair, "I think you both deserve a reward."

We moved to fondle her big breasts, which were hanging above us. Gabri and I each attached ourselves to a tit and started working on it. They were big, round and firm, clearly artificial but I didn't care. The skin was very smooth and her nipples were hard. I weighted her left breast with my palm, feeling its mass and texture before starting to lick, with little laps, her nipple. The nipple grew hard and I started sucking it. I saw Gabri doing the same to her other tit, like two starving toddlers eager for milk.

Tara removed her trousers completely and we all spread out on the bed. We started exploring each other bodies with hand and tongues. Soon, I found Gabri's sharp little nipples and started sucking them, making them harder. My hands explored Tara's breasts and what must have been her thigh. Small hands were rubbing my chest while bigger, stronger ones clasped around my cock. I moved up and started kissing Gabri, who then moved away to start kissing Tara. It was a heap of bodies, a heterogeneous collection of hands, mouths, nipples, cocks and a vagina, a strange beast with no centre. This foreplay orgy lasted for a long time, until Gabri climbed on top of Tara and inserted her cock in her small pussy. Immediately, Gabri started to moan and softly rock on the penis. I drew away a bit, watching as the cock disappeared inside her, but continued to fondle Tara's breasts. I also started stroking myself, making myself hard. 

Gabri rode Tara slowly, moving her hips in circles to let the cock penetrate her. Her hands started massaging her own breasts as Tara's hand went down to flick Gabri's clitoris. I moved closer and started sucking on Gabri's nipples. She grabbed the back of my head and pulled me upwards, kissing me violently, pushing her sharp tongue in my mouth. I reciprocated by pushing mine down hers and pinching her nipple. Tara started pushing her up higher, making her fall back on her cock as Gabri started moaning.

I moved behind Gabri and started nibbling her neck and massaging her tits. She tried to turn her head to me, but couldn't quite reach. So she just leaned back giving me the chance to get my hand on her pussy, which I started rubbing. This drove Gabri wild, and she started panting heavily as she got more and more excited.

Then Tara flipped Gabri over on her back and pushed her ankles backwards, exposing her pussy and immediately sinking her wet cock into it. She started slamming her hard, keeping her cock inside for some seconds before pulling it out and shoving it back again.

"That's nice," Tara mumbled, "nice and hard."

I knelt behind Tara now and started caressing her back and ass. I smoothed over her butt cheek and slide my hand between them, feeling her warmth. Licking my thumb, I started pushing it into her asshole, felling it contract around it. With my other hand, I start pinching her nipple.

"You like that?" I asked as Tara moaned. I wiggled my thumb in her hole.

Tara leaned forward, lying on top of Gabri and I started rubbing my cock on her ass, passing the head of it up and down on her crack and squeezing the cheeks around it. Her ass was big enough for me to bury my shaft in it and feel it grind as she moved back and forth on the girl. 

"Stop playing with my ass now," Tara told me after a bit, "Come over here." 

I gave her magnificent bum a small slap and waddled to her. She was fucking Gabri hard and with a strong rhythm, hers hips slamming into the girl's loins like some machine. Gabri's hands were firmly clutching Tara's tits and squeezing them. I felt somewhat useless. 

Tara gestured with her chin to Gabri: "suck him."

Turning her head to the side, Gabri started licking at the cock I guided to her mouth. I was fun to watch her jerk as Tara penetrated her. But this was clearly not a comfortable position, so I climbed on top of Gabri, my knees besides her head and my ass to Tara and lowered my cock into Gabri's mouth. This was much better, as Gabri sucked me like a calf feeding of a cow, grabbing my ass and balls with her delicate hands.

"For this," said Tara after a bit, "better to turn around."

She pulled out of Gabri and turned her over to her belly, then pushed her up on her knees to fuck her doggy. I also tuned and sat on the bed, my legs spread as Gabri buried her face in my crutch. I grabbed her hair and pushed it to the side to see how she swallowed my long thin penis. Her hand held it straight at its base as she pulled it in and out of her small mouth. I grinned to Tara over Gabri's slim body.

"Isn't she something?" Tara winked at me as she pushed into the girl's cunt.

"She's amazing," I consented, "and so beautiful."

"I know," said Tara, "just look at this ass." She said as she shoved her cock inside and slapped Gabri's naked bum. 

"Ouch." Said Gabri with her thick accent, her hand squeezing my cock. "That's not fair."

"Really?" said Tara, fucking her harder. "And this?" she added by grabbing Gabri's waist and pinning her on her cock hard. Gabri gasped. 

"Do, you, like, this?" Tara punctuated her thrusts, shoving her cock inside with every word. I smiled. Then she relaxed and reduced her pace. 

"Turn around," she told me and pulled Gabri's head up, "like before."

Not sure what she meant, I turned around on my knees and presented my ass to Gabri. 

"Good," said Tara, "now lick his anus."

Gabri put a hand on each of my ass cheeks and pulled them apart. Then, with her little tongue, she started touching the ring of my anus, licking it in small rapid laps. The sensation was odd, both pleasant and uncomfortable, and it sent shivers up and down my spine. I jerked quickly as her wet tongue contoured my asshole. She spread my cheeks wide and plunging in licked me from the base of my scrotum to the top of my ass. It was tantalizing. 

"You need to get him well wet," I heard Tara tell Gabri, "So stick your tongue as deep as you can."

Gabri obliged, and gave my ass a long wet lick. I rested my head on the bed and gave myself to the sensation. I was very excited. If Tara wanted my ass well wet it meant she had some sordid plans for me. Undoubtedly planning some first class sodomy. 

"Nice and wet," said Tara as she moved from behind Gabri and took her place behind me. 

"Now," she asked Gabri, "have you ever seen how a guy gets fucked in the ass?"

I swallowed my spit in excitement and anticipation.

"No" quipped Gabri.

"Then watch carefully." Tara said her as she took out some lube from her bedside table. 

"First, you have to get both his asshole and your cock, or dildo, very wet." She said as she squirted some of the lube on her already wet cock. 

"Spread his cheeks." She told Gabri, who pushed my ass apart. Tara then squirted some lube on my asshole and started massaging it into my ass.

"You start with a finger," she told her, pushing her finger slowly into my ass, turning it like a key in the ignition. 

"You do it very slowly," she continued, pushing more of her finger into me as I exhaled and tried to relax. 

"Like this..." she said, "all the way in past the sphincter...relax baby, you know the drill...like this, all of it." She said as her finger was deep in my ass. 

"Now you pull it out a bit," she told Gabri, "and lube it some more, before finger fucking him further." Her finger, again coated with lube, pushed again into my anus. I twitched with pain mixed with pleasure.

"See, I can now push almost all of my finger in his little ass. But he is very tight. Do you want to try?"

Tara left her finger in me until Gabri got hers lubricated. Then, slowly pulling it out, she pulled my cheeks apart as I felt Gabri's delicate finger pushing on the entrance to my ass.

"He is very tight." Said Gabri.

"You have to push a bit hard," Tara told her, "don't worry, he likes it."

I tried to relax as Gabri pushed further and managed to squeeze her finger in. Even her little finger felt big, and as always I worried what it will be like to receive Tara's big and thick cock in there. Still, the sensation was amazing, and I moaned softly as the two were working my butt.

"You see," Tara told her as her finger slipped easily in and out of my ass. "Anyway he is used to getting much bigger things up his ass, aren't you?"

"Huh-ah.." I mumbled as I clutched the bed linen as the finger rubbed my insides.

"Good," said Tara as she moved closer and held my ass strongly. "Now you can start penetrating him, but you have to do it very carefully."

I braced myself as I felt the tip of Tara's large cock placing itself in my ass entrance. The plump head of her dick started pushing against my wet hole, and I exhaled together with her.

"Oh..."hissed Tara as she pushed in, "he's tight." Her cock managed to force its way into my body, very very slowly. It hurt, but was also very exciting. 

"God," hissed Tara, pushing further in, "you're so tight. I would have thought,' she said to me, "that your asshole would be used to big cocks by now."

I grinned into the mattress in recollection of Simone's truly huge cock fucking in that party, god it was painful but I was so high. I tried to relax, unwind, let go, flow with it...

"The trick," she told Gabri, "is not to relent, but to continue, push all the time...slowly but surely."




The Landlady Ch. 04



Her cock was probably halfway in my bum by now and I felt it tore me apart. Every push by Tara felt as if it filled me further, dominating me. There were no other sensations in my body but her cock in my ass, drilling into me. Rapid spasms of pain and pleasure crawled up my spin and like electric jolts. I started moaning louder.

"Is he enjoying it?" asked Gabri in a more amused than concerned voice.

"Are you enjoying this baby?" Tara asked.

I grunted as more of her entered me.

"You see," she continued, "now the cock is almost all in his ass, he's hooked. All we need to do is keep pushing and keep the cock inside." She said grabbing my waist and pulling me on her cock. Making sure I wouldn't push her out.

"Oh fuck..." I whispered, "it's so big."

"Not as big as Simone's though." Said Tara.

"No," I tired to smile, "but still quite big."

Tara chuckled, "quite."

Then, feeling that my resistance was waning, she slowly and surely thrust the rest of her cock into my ass and held me firmly glued to her hips.

"Ohh...."I whimpered, feeling my anus stretched wide and trying to regain my breath. The pain burned through me, and I tried to ride it. Slowly, it faded away to a blunt and remote pleasure. 

"All in," Tara said with pride. "Now you have to hold steady until his ass relaxes and you can fuck him really."

"It's beautiful." I heard Gabri say. "your cock fills his ass completely."

"Nothing like the sight of a cock filling an ass, you should see yours some day. It fills you beautifully."

I could hear them kiss as Tara relented a bit, taking her penis out, before pushing it back into me. I tried to slither away from her, but her cock was like a spike, forking me in my spot.

"Look at his cock," Tara instructed Gabri. "But don't touch," she quickly added as Gabri peered down, "or he might explode."

"Wow," said Gabri looking at my erection, "he's so hard and swollen." 

"Yeah," my transsexual lover muttered as she started slowly fucking my ass, "nothing like a cock in the ass to make a man hard." I whimpered in agreement. 

Gabri looked at me being fucked for some seconds, I saw as she started touching herself, aroused by the spectacle. I managed to put my hand on top of hers and whispered: "please...let me suck you."

"Someone wants to lick." Said Tara as she fucked me carefully.

Coming to my other side, Gabri sat in front of me and spread her legs.

"You want to lick puppy?" She said.

I grunted and, with some difficulty, managed to place my mouth on her pussy and started licking her. She had a beautiful cunt, mowed but not fully shaved, with nice pink labia lips and clitoral hood. It was already wet from her previous fucking. Gabri propped herself up on some pillows to watch me as I and I happily started licking and sucking her. Soon, I was able to find her clitoris under its hood and sucked on it with closed lips. She tasted of vaginal fluids. Doing this, the pain in my butt started to decrease, as my mind was no longer focusing on the cock ravaging me. 

I contoured her vagina lips with my tongue, from both ends, and licked from the bottom to the top of her vagina. It was slightly swollen and I started lapping it like a kitten. Gabri started moaning and grabbed the sheets as I took the clit in my mouth and sucked on it hard, my jaw munching on her pussy.

"Ohhh...fuck," she panted, "you can really suck."

Tara chuckled on her end and adjusted herself to the new arrangement. Her cock was sliding faster in my bum now, each stroke making my back shiver.

"When you fuck him, I can almost feel it in my pussy." said Gabri. 

I increased the rapidity and intensity of my licking, making Gabri start moaning loudly and grab my hair. This was a long time fantasy of mine, getting ass-fucked while I go down on a woman, and I intended to enjoy it to the full. I squeezed a finger into her pussy and started finger fucking her at the same time as I was sucking her clit. Gabri's body began tensing and contracting. 

"Fuck," Tara commented, "that's hot."

I lifted my head from the hot pussy, and though I couldn't look a Tara I could see the three of us in the mirror. It was a spectacular sight. Tara, like a train conductor, kneeling behind me, her hands on my ass shoving her big prick into me, her big breasts heaving with her breaths; me, with my ass in the air and my fingers into Gabri's cunt, stuck between the two and Gabri, head rolled backwards on the pillows, hands pinching her nipples as she started to orgasm. 

I went back to sucking her clitoris, holding her hips as they started to press on me. My tongue lapping like a kitten at that little button, as she shivered and moaned. She tried to push me away but I stuck to her pussy and prolonged her orgasm as long as I could. At the end, she collapsed on the bed, murmuring in Italian. 

Relaxing from the cunnilingus, I quickly became aware again of the cock ravaging my ass and of my own erect and ready to cum penis.

"I can't hold much more," I hissed at Tara as she relentlessly fucked me. "I want to cum too."

"Not like this," she said and pulled out of me. "Come here."

The air suddenly flowed in my gaped asshole, as Tara laid on her back, her penis bright and shiny, pointing upwards. I managed to saddle her and, with my hand, pushed her cock back into my ass. This new position was different, I no longer felt controlled by her, but rather in control, like a rider mastering a beast. Tara put her hands on my hips and pushed upwards, making her cock penetrate me hard. I moaned as I fell back on it and felt it tearing through me. I started rocking back and forth on her cock, focusing on her tits.

"Like that," she whispered, "rock on me baby."

My mouth felt very dry and I had to invest all my energy in resisting to cum. I could feel the sperm climbing up from my balls to my shaft but refused to give in and touch it. It was pleasure pushed to the extreme.

Gabri, watching us from the side, said that she wished she had a camera. But both Tara and I were too focused on the fucking to reply. Then, Gabri moved over and knelt behind me. Her small nipples brushing my back.

"Can I?" she asked as her hand glided towards my penis.

"Please..." I begged her. Tara nodded. 

She closed her long fingers on my cock and started jerking it. In a minute, I started cumming hard, spurting semen all over Tara's belly. 

"Yes..." I grunted as Gabri milked me hard and fast. Cum just wouldn't stop coming out as I felt Tara's strong thrusts into me. The room almost spun as I felt the calming effects of the orgasm racing through my body, from my balls up to the front of my brain. Everything became remote: Gabri's hand on my dick, Tara's cock in my ass...I fell forward, panting, as Gabri stopped jerking me.

In this haze, Tara somehow flipped me over and changed positions again. I was on my back, my legs in the air held by Gabri, as Tara fucked my ass hard. She pushed a pillow beneath my ass and shoved her cock in and out of me with speed. I could feel, by her intensity, that she wasn't far off either. My ass felt the pain, but it was dulled through a filter of post-orgasmic bliss. 

"Fuck me hard..." I mumbled.

Tara smiled and leaned forward, her hips jerking fast. Suddenly, she grunted and stopped, as I felt the warm shemale sperm filling my butt. I gasped as she shoved her cock hard in me and closed my eyes as I felt the final penetrating blasts of her cumming. Finally, she stuck her prick as deep as she could in me and I felt how it slowly shrunk in my ass. 

"Ohh fuck.." she gasped lying next to me when her cock was finally out. She panted hard and asked Gabri to hand her some tissue papers for both of us to clean ourselves. I turned on my stomach, letting my poor ass have some air, and relaxed. 

We all had to rest for a few moments. Finally, I stood up, head spinning, and made it to the loo. Cleaning myself, I went back to the bed and dropped over. I closed my eyes and actually fell asleep.

I woke up in surprise and looked around. The room was as before; still lit by the orange lamp. Only Gabri was there, playing with her Iphone.

I went back to the toilet, peed and washed my face before returning to the bedroom. Gabri was sitting on the bed, hunched on her mobile. I drank some water from a glass on the nightstand and sighed.

"Where is Tara?"

"Downstairs," Gabri mumbled without looking up, "she's on the phone."

"How long did I sleep?"

"Not much, maybe fifteen minutes."

I climbed back to the bed and sprawled. Gabri was busy texting, so I watched her body quietly. It was neat, lean and small. Still, her legs seemed to be long, although she was relatively short. I was tempted to start caressing them, but hesitated. Trying to break the silence I swallowed my spit and said:

"So, how was it for you...?" 

She looked up and gave me a wry smile, the moment I realised the banality of my question. But Gabri seemed to have missed it. She shrugged.

"It was fun."

"Have you ever done that before?"

"No..." she contemplated for a bit, "but Tara told said once that she had a client who wanted a girl as well if I was interested."

"And you weren't?" 

She shrugged again. Not a very expressive little girl. I gave up on starting a conversation and went back to staring at her legs. 

After a bit, she put away her mobile and gave me one of her grins.

"So..." she asked, "are you like, gay?"

I faked a contemplating look, even though I have thought of the question often enough.

"No, I am not attracted to men." And I added, after a second, "I do like getting fucked in the ass. But I've never had sex with a guy; it doesn't appeal to me at all."

Gabri gave me a somewhat unconvinced look; I guess for her liking it in the ass was pretty gay. 

"And you," I retorted, "are you lesbian?"

"I'm bi." She said offhand. 

I gave an understanding nod and went back to stare at her smooth legs. I moved a bit closer and got enough guts to start caressing them. 

"You have a very pretty body," I said.

"Thanks," said Gabri watching me as I moved my fingers up her leg and up to her thigh, she spread her legs a bit. 

I continued to caress her, a hand on each leg, and moved closer. Gabri leaned back on the cushions and spread her legs a bit more. I started kissing and licking her thighs, moving my tongue closer and closer to her pelvis. Then, lying between her legs, I started licking her pink pussy while caressing the tender flesh around it. 

"Hmmm," she moaned, "you like this, no?"

"Ah-huh," I said, pressing my mouth to her pussy, "I love licking pussy."

Gabri parted her pussy lips with her fingers and gave me more room to lick. I started with long strokes, from bottom to the top, getting her all wet. Then, I paid particular attention to the little button on top of her pussy, hiding her pleasure point. With short, rapid licks, I felt the clitoris getting excited as Gabri started panting. I started clicking on her clit with my finger. She was dripping wet and I was soon able to press a finger into her pussy, exploring her inside. I could hear her moaning as her thighs pressed on my head. I had to pull my finger out and push her thighs apart to access her pussy.

"Wait..." she said and got up.

I saw what she was aiming for, so turned on my back and let her sink her pelvis on my face before she knelt forward and started caressing my cock.

Spreading her legs further, I made her sink some more, until I could suck her without straining my neck. I once again gave her pussy quick laps, getting my tongue inside her slit as she began licking my own hardening member. Soon, we were fully enjoying mutual oral pleasures. Gabri's delicate hands were going up and down my penis as I was fingering her pussy hard. Then she swallowed me, squeezing my prick inside her mouth with her cheeks. Her fingers clutched my scrotum and I had to swallow my saliva before renewing my attack on her clitoris. After a bit, my mouth felt exhausted and I had to stop. Gabri, probably getting tired of sucking me as well, turned around, and without saying anything straddled me and pushed my cock into her wet pussy.

"Oh fuck," I gasped as my penis entered her. "Oh my god..."

"Yeah," she moaned, "like that, let me ride you."

I put my hands on her waist and followed her cyclical movement as she got more of my cock inside her. Her hands went to her perky tits and started massaging them, pulling on the erect nipples. Her hair, following the jerks of her head, went back and forth.

"Yes...like that," I said as she bounced on me. I arched my back and pushed her higher in the air, before letting her drop on my cock.

Gabri panted as she put her hands on my breast and pushed herself up and down. I reached out and pinched her hard nipples.

"Well, well, aren't you two eager bunnies." I heard Tara saying. 

She was standing at the door, wearing a pink silk dressing gown, sipping some wine. 

"I leave you two for twenty minutes and you are going at it like maniacs...tut-tut."

Gabri looked at her with a sex crazed eyes and shrugged. I was too concentrated on fucking her to reply anyway. Tara moved in and stood next to the bed, watching us fuck. 

"Really..." she said, parting her gown, "that's no way to treat your host."

Gabri didn't hesitate. She reached forward under the gown and started massaging Tara's cock. I watched mesmerised as her hand jerked under the fabric, though I couldn't see the penis itself.

"Yes..." said Tara, "that's it, make me hard so I can participate in this little folly."

Gabri stroked Tara faster and faster, until her cock was hard and peeked from under the gown. At which point Tara removed it and let it fall to the floor, standing in the full glory of her erection. She grabbed Gabri's head and pulled her slowly to her cock. Gabri bent and brought her little mouth to the tip of Tara's erection. I continued fucking Gabri in a steady rhythm, feeling her hips pressing my pelvis as she rode me. Tara started laughing as she pushed and pulled her cock faster into Gabri's eager mouth. 

"You two are so much fun," she joked, "I should pay you."

Neither Gabri nor I answered; she as her mouth was busy sucking on Tara and me as I was concentrating hard on keeping my hard-on. The pressure of Gabri's body on mine tired me, and finally I said: 

"Let's change..."

I pushed Gabri from on top of me and sat up. She continued to suck Tara, bending on all fours on the bed to bury her head in Tara's waist. I knelt behind Gabri and, grabbing her waist, thrust my cock into her pussy. She tried to moan, but with Tara's big cock in her mouth it was a muffled sound. I held her waist strong and started fucking her with lust.

"Yes..." said Gabri once she managed to uncork herself from Tara, "fuck me hard."

I didn't require any further encouragements, and began pumping in and out of her. With every shove, her face got pushed harder onto Tara's cock. Tara was holding Gabri's head and shoving her prick into her mouth with a regular rhythm. She looked at me over Gabri's skinny body and grinned.

"Yeah, that's right," said Tara, "one in each end, so you'll be well poked."

Me and Tara worked poor Gabri's body from both ends for some time. We managed to establish an alternating rhythm, sometimes we were both pushing into her at the same moment and sometimes we were working her piston like, one in, one out. I was fun watching Tara's big breasts dangling as she facefucked Gabri. 

Looking down, I was struck by the beautiful roundness of Gabri's ass. It was small and skinny, but nicely round and very soft. My hands grabbed and squeezed her buns as I parted them and got a view of her cute bumhole. 

"What a beautiful ass," I said, poking a thumb into her asshole.

"She's got a pretty little ass for sure." Said Tara, "tight too."

I pushed my thumb further into her ass and watched her ass wiggle. Looking at Tara, I started grinning. She grinned back.

"Oh-oh," she said, "I think someone wants to fuck your little asshole. What do you say, baby," said Tara as she pulled Gabri's head away from her cock and tilted it up, "should we let this boy fuck you in the ass?"

"Ok..." said Gabri with a shrug as she went back to suck on Tara.

"You heard her," Tara looked at me, "let me see what you can do to that little hole."

I must have had a huge grin as Tara started chuckling.

This required some movement, and Tara climbed on the bed and leaned on the cushions. Gabri was more stroking her than actually sucking, and Tara caressed her hair. Me, on the other hand, licked my finger and started pushing it into Gabri's tight ass. Again, she squirmed.

"She's very tight," I said.

"Huh-uh," said Tara, handing me the tube of lube, "you have to fuck her slowly."

I spread some of the lube on her ass and with my finger, slowly worked it in. My cock was still buried in her pussy and the joint gesture of pushing lube into her and fucking her made Gabri pant. My finger, all lubed up, managed to get up to the second joint into her tight ass, and I figured it was the time to try pushing my prick in. I pumped her pussy a few more times and pulled it out. It was hard and wet from her cunt's juices. Gabri grunted in protest but Tara held her head to her breasts and whispered in her ear.

"Hush now, you have to relax...remember the exercise."

I put some more lube on my cock and said: "here we go."

Grabbing Gabri's ass cheeks and pulling them apart I revealed her small clenched hole. I placed the top of my cock on her small star and held it there, not pushing, merely getting her used to my presence, slowly rubbing the head of my penis on her back opening. 

After a bit, when I felt that Gabri was familiar with my cock outside her ass, I very slowly started pushing it inside her. Immediately, her body stiffened and froze. I stopped and waited for her to relax as Tara was calming her down. Once relaxed, I began trying to penetrate her again. She was very tight and initially her ass completely refused my assaults. But I did not relent, and continued pushing in. Very slowly, I managed to squeeze the head of my cock into her outer ass, feeling her sphincter clutching and relaxing as I pressed on. Gabri whimpered.

"God, she's so tight." I hissed as I pulled her ass apart with my palms and pushed my cock further. 

Tara was holding her tight, whispering in her ear as my cock made its way, slowly and surely, through her back canal. Her ass felt warm around my cock, and it pressed on it from all sides. I looked down and saw that almost half of my penis was inside Gabri's ass. Swallowing my mouth I pushed further on, determined to get it in up to the hilt.

"Oh, Oh..." she moaned as most of my cock was in her. I held her tight and shoved, exhaling as I did.

"Almost...all...in..." I panted and pushed again.

There, I could feel it filling her completely. My cock was well stuck I her hard ass, poking her like a spike. I held her waist to prevent her from pushing me out and waited for her ass to relax and pleasure to override the pain.

Gabri's body was tense and strung. I could hear her mumble into Tara's bosom as I kept her pinned. Very slowly, her ass relaxed and she began to shake. I started, very slowly, pumping in and out of her behind. It was only the elasticity of the skin, not really removing my cock, but the sensation was amazing.

"That's it..." said Tara, "fuck her slowly."

I smiled at her and started pulling more and more out of Gabri's ass and pushing back in. Her moans became louder as she reached down and started rubbing her own pussy. I pressed my thumbs on her ass cheeks, pulling them apart to get a better view of my penis stuck in her ass. It filled her completely, stretching the tender back door to accommodate my thin prick.

"Oh yeah..." I said feeling her ass relax and allowing me to fuck her faster and harder. "she has such a pretty ass."




The Landlady Ch. 04



Tara chuckled, "nothing like a cock in the ass...you like it, don't you?" she said looking at Gabri.

Gabri's face seemed strained and conflicted between the pleasure and pain. 

"Yes," She finally retorted, "I like it in my ass."

"Good," said Tara, "because after his little cock I am going to fuck your little ass."

Gabri whimpered and I chuckled as I continued to fuck her. Her ass was now much easier for me to access, and I was able to pull almost my entire prick out before shoving it back in with a steady stroke. The sides of her back canal rubbed my penis all around and the sensation made me fuck her faster. I gulped as I felt the first tingling of orgasm building in me. I wanted to cum in her ass. 

Tara must have seen the expression on my face. "I don't think he is going to last long," she told Gabri.

I sneered at her and reduced the speed of my pumping. But still, she was right, this ass was so tight and sweet that I knew I am not far from exploding. I moved from my kneeling position and, almost standing on the bed, crouched behind Gabri, whose ass I pulled up in the air. I pressed down on her and plunged my cock as deep as I could, before pulling up and plunging again. Gabri's moans were louder and stronger as my hips went into a semi-automatic mode and fucked her hard and fast. 

"Oh fuck..."I said, "I'm going to cum in your pretty ass, I'm going to fill your ass with my hot sperm..."

Tara held Gabri tight as I went in and out of her. The cum was rushing through my prick and I felt the climax hitting my head. 

"Fuck..." I almost shouted as I started cumming into her behind. My hands clutched her ass, driving the cock deep in while my hips, with a mind of their own, jerked back and forward. I felt the cum sprouting from my cock's head deep into her ass in spasms.

"Oh...my...fucking...god..." I panted trying to stabilize myself and avoid crushing Gabri. "That is so fucking good." I managed to wheeze out.

Slowly, I pulled my cock out of her ass and wiped it with some Kleenex Tara handed me. I put some Kleenex on Gabri's little ass to prevent the cum from dripping out on the bed. My head swam and I almost fell back, trying to catch my breath.

Gabri was lying on her stomach, her head on Tara's thighs as her hands reached back and started massaging her assaulted ass. I heard her exhale. Tara was still caressing her. 

"Fuck..." I said and gulped. 

We were all breathless for a bit, each with our own thoughts or, in my case, light headedness. Slowly, the rhythm of my heartbeats slowed and the bedroom became quiet as our breathing relaxed. Gabri managed to peel herself up and limped to the bathroom. I reached out and drank some water as Tara went back to sipping her wine. 

When Gabri came back and sat on the bed she looked exhausted but peaceful, even radiant. I got up and went to wash my prick. Coming back, I found the two cuddling on the bed. I joined them, kissing Tara and then kissing Gabri to make up. She started nibbling on Tara's breasts as Tara took my hand and put it on her penis, making me stroke her. Slowly, she was getting hard.

"Are you ready for the next course?" Tara asked Gabri as her cock was erect. "I also want to fuck that sweet little ass of yours."

Gabri gave Tara her shy smile and nodded briefly.

Tara slid down the mattress and laid on her back, her head propped by the cushions. Her penis was hard and big, more massive than long, and she reached for the lube.

"Wait," I said, "Let me have one last lick of it."

Closing my lips on the soft head and swallowing it, I could feel the tension and strength in it. The blood, filling it, made the shaft hard and the veins throbbing. It slid down my mouth hitting the back of it. I sucked it hard, squeezing it between my cheeks, feeling its life force, before letting go and licking the outside.

"There," I said, wiping the saliva from my mouth. 

Tara grinned, spurted some lube into her palm and started coating her cock. Gabri presented her ass to her and she rubbed some lube into her hole.

"Now come here," she told her in a commanding voice.

Gabri came over and sat on Tara's hips, with her back to her in a reverse cowgirl style. She spread her ass cheeks with her hands, exposing her shining asshole as Tara, grabbing her own cock, guided it to the hole. Slowly, with short delicate pushes, Gabri pushed herself on to the cock which Tara held firmly in place. They both panted and exhaled as Tara's cock entered deeper and deeper into Gabri's ass. Leaning forward, Gabri arched her back and moved slowly up, making more of the cock enter her. She moaned. 

"Like that..." Tara instructed her, pulling her ass apart, "move slowly toward me."

I watched in excitement as Gabri pushed backwards and let more of the cock inside her. Her face was of pure concentration; pain hiding or masking a deeper pleasure. 

"God," she whispered, "it's so big."

Tara chuckled, "you can take it...if his skinny little ass can, you can also. Oh...yeah." She moaned as most of the cock was in, "that's it..."

Gabri slid slowly back and forward, letting Tara fuck her deeper with every move. Her little lips were parted and sweat was glistening on top of her forehead. I didn't dare touch her out of fear she'd explode. 

"That's it..." panted Tara, "just slide back and forth...let my big cock fill you."

God, this was exciting I thought as I started playing with my still limp penis. I wished it was me, impaling myself on her member. 

Tara saw me playing with myself. "You like this, don't you?"

"Huh-uh." I nodded. 

"Come over here and let me taste that soft cock of yours." She said.

I moved over and kneeled next to her head. I pushed my pelvis forward until she could touch my small cock with her mouth. Her hand flipped up, put the penis in her mouth and went back down to hold Gabri's ass. I gulped as I watched her playing with my penis in her mouth. 

Gabri, on the other end, started rocking faster and harder on Tara's cock, jerking her ass like a samba dancer. Her moans became wilder as she thrust her ass more violently on the big penis. Tara stopped sucking me and started encouraging Gabri, grabbing her waist and pulling on. I moved away a bit on the bed to observe the whole picture. 

Slowing down after a while, Gabri sat on the cock and slowly pulled her legs from underneath her. Her weight, no longer supported by her legs, made her ass sink further onto Tara's cock, and she gasped. She leaned backwards, supported herself and started working her hips, sinking them into the ass and raising them in the air. Tara put her hands on Gabri's waist and supported her as she was lowering herself. 

I looked as Tara's big cock filled the girl's little hole. When Gabri was down, the cock stretched her ass to the max and she shrieked, and when up, only the tip was still inside her, like a hook. Her moans matched the rhythm of her body in reverse, loud and hard when down and soft and whispery when up. 

"Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah..." she cried as the ass ride got faster and faster. Tara's own moans were hardly audible, but I could see the concentration in her face.

Moving in, and wetting my finger, I started flicked Gabri's exposed clitoris. She gave me a surprised look, as if only now noticing my existence, before the pleasure took her over again and she closed her eyes and started moaning hard. I pushed my finger into her pussy as my thumb was working her clit, feeling the tenseness of her body. She was about to explode. 

"Yeah, yeah, yeah..." 

Gabri cried harder as she jumped up and down Tara's cock with my fingers in her pussy. Her whole body was covered in sweat as she started shaking involuntarily. She held herself on top of the cock for a few seconds; panting hard, before going into a mini tantrum and letting herself go, falling on the hard member. Her pussy tightened and her body shivered as she came hard. 

Tara held Gabri hard on top of her, clutching her strongly as the girl's orgasm slowly died. Her hips were still very slowly pushing up and her cock still stuck hard in Gabri's ass. Finally, Gabri relaxed and laid down on top of Tara, her body seemingly all slack. She was spent.

But Tara, however, was not yet spent. Carefully, with a proficient hand, she turned Gabri around and laid on top of her. Gabri grunted as she found her head pushed into the mattress and the weight of Tara's body on her. She crossed her hands beneath her head and braced herself. Tara's big body crushed the girl down. Her hips pinned Gabri's hips together as Tara's heavy bosom flattened itself on Gabri's back. Her pelvis started pumping hard into the girl's ass, paying little attention to Gabri's pant and whimpers. 

"Arrghh" grunted Tara as she shoved her cock hard into the little ass. She bit her own lips as her hips started thrusting automatically. 

"Fuck..." she grunted again as she buried Gabri deeper into the bed. I gulped as her rhythm accelerated and her hands were clutching hard on Gabri's thin shoulders.

"Oh...fuck...I'm cumming in this little ass..." she panted as she gave her waist a strong final push before starting to jerk. Her hips took over and entered the cycle of spasms signifying Tara was unloading her hot cum into Gabri's poor ass. She slowly relaxed, lying fully on top of Gabri, while her waist continued to spasm. 

"Ahhh," moaned Tara as the orgasm swept her, her body becoming calmer and calmer. "That's it..."

Once relaxed, Tara rolled herself off Gabri, exposing the red little asshole, shining with cum. She gave me a wild and post-orgasmic smile.

Gabri's hands went backward and she started massaging her ass cheeks. 

"Oh, mi povero culo." She mumbled.