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Landlord

By: nasstygirl



She loved her new place and after a month of cleaning, unpacking, rearranging it was time to get that computer hooked up again! Oh how she missed her playful chats, always in a room she created, named to entice the hottest men, the most lustful, into the dirtiest chats possible. Hey, she was all grown up, no harm.

She started a room and called it "rent free". Her online profile usually attracted a large audience and today was no different. She chatted up a storm, teasing the men with talk of fantasies, lingerie, her toys and how she used them. Then an instant message arrived from someone named Landlord1. All it said was hi. As was her usual practice, she looked up his profile...not much there, just said he was a married white male, living in the same state she lived in. So, what the heck, she thought. She typed "hi" back. 

They began to compare notes and without telling him where she was located, she mentioned she had been out of circulation for a few weeks while she settled into her new place. He said that was such a coincidence because he had just rented one of his apartments to a single woman. Hm. There was a dark fantasy brewing in her mind. She exited her chat room and focused on this stranger. Coincidental? Truth? Who knows...just enjoy it, she told herself. She told him she was especially turned on chatting with him because she was so damned hot for her new landlord and she wanted to fantasize now with her invisible playmate. He was game and asked her to describe him. She stated he was the same age as she, tall, wicked handsome, having the swagger and body of a guy who definitely had been a jock in high school.  Hair she wanted to touch, hands she wanted to feel all over her body.  Just the other day as she exited the building to go to work, she had watched him working outside on a little property improvement, dressed in rugged work boots, jeans and tee shirt in the warm morning sun...she told her new friend she wanted to run back into her apartment long enough to do herself, she was so hot at the sight of him. Yeah, she admitted that he was married but she didn't care and wasn't looking for him to leave his wife, all she wanted was that package of his, hot and naked in her bed now and then. 

Her buddy was only occasionally replying with "hm" and "really?" as she typed. Then she asked him to describe himself. He cautioned her not to freak out, but that he was tall, sexy, had a mischievious look about him and WAS in fact a jock in high school, and wouldn't it be wild if he were her landlord and she didn't know it! She just replied, "yeah right, baby. If you're my landlord, be here at 3 p.m. and ready to fuck me senseless."

They proceeded to cyber and he was lost in her words as she typed to him how she would use her mouth on his cock, her tongue tasting him, her lips tightening around him until he couldn't hold back any longer. He spoke of pistoning her hot cunt with a passion that would make her gasp and beg him to never stop, using his fingers to explore her everywhere, leaving no part of her untouched. She promised if they ever became a reality he'd have her over and over again, all the pleasure he craved from her sex. She was wet and trembling when they signed off and she went to her bed for a long session with her toys.

She finally got out of bed, took a hot soapy shower then put the tv on. She was in her robe when there was a knock on her door. Before she could view through her peephole to see who was there, a familiar voice identified himself as Ben, her landlord. What the heck? What was he doing here? She looked at the clock...it was 3 p.m. 

She opened the door, looking a bit tousled, smelling fresh and sweet. She said hello and he said he was stopping by to see if she was settling in ok. Whew, she thought, just a very weird coincidence.

He came in and stood in the living room for a moment. She said all was going pretty well, she was enjoying the place more and more. He looked around, saw her computer. The sign-on screen was there, as was the screen name she had played under earlier that day. He could see it and inwardly grinned. Yeah, just what he was hoping he'd see. 

"Do you spend much time on the computer?" he asked.

"Haven't been on it till today, was keeping so busy with the new place I just didn't bother."

"Hm" was all he said.

"Why do you ask," she said.

He took a seat on her sofa while she stood there wondering what was going on. She was aroused to be standing there in her robe, thinking to herself if he only knew I was totally naked under here. Wonder if he'd be interested.

She offered him coffee or something cold and he opted for a beer. She returned from the kitchen and leaned forward to put it on the coffee table for him, knowing full well the robe was loosening and that her tits fell freely as the robe opened enough to let him know what was there.

He motioned for her to sit down too and as she sat, the left portion of the robe which was draped over the right fell away from her leg, exposing her to just above the top of her thigh. He chuckled and she wasn't sure why until he told her to stop fussing and show him if she could really suck cock the way she described online earlier. 

As he spoke he reached across her, undid the sash of the robe and spread it opened to reveal her naked body to him. He didn't move to kiss her, but preferred to speak to her as his hands slowly roamed, discovering her hard nipples, squeezing the flesh of her tits.

"This is what you wanted, isn't it, my hands on you, touching you like this, and like this" as he slid a finger into her trimmed pussy, so slowly she wanted to scream. She spread her legs for him as he applied pressure to her clit with his thumb.  His mouth found one of her nipples and sucked hard and his finger plunged into her deeply now, more rhythmically. He bit her nipple then applied hard, lasting pressure to her clit causing her to orgasm quickly and hard.

"So you haven't answered my question. I know what a cumslut you are, you told me yourself earlier. Can you really suck me off the way you described?" 

As he spoke he unzipped his jeans, pushed them down below his knees, revealing a hard cock that took her breath away. She knelt between his legs and hissed "yesssssssss" to him.

She softly drew the head of cock into her mouth, but no more than that. Her mouth was warm, soft and very wet around it, gently sucking it. He moaned as she allowed about another inch of him into her hungry mouth and felt her tongue flatten against his meat. 

"Use that cunt mouth of yours just like you said, slut. Fuck me with your mouth now."

She slowly allowed his cock out of her mouth to bury her head between his legs and lap at his balls, using her tongue in very deliberate licks. He strained to open his legs more and pushed himself closer to the edge of the sofa to give her more access. She drew his balls, first one then the other, into her mouth and sucked and felt his fingers in her hair, pulling firmly which only aroused her more. His scent was filling her head and she really wanted to ride him.

He drew her up for a moment, pulled the robe off of her and had her climb on to him. She felt his hard cockmeat plunging into her hard and heard him grunt repeatedly fuck me, fuck me you slut...fuck me...

He pulled her hair more causing her arousal to hit a new level and she fucked him with such abandon she didn't know anything but the sensation of this man who was using her for his pleasure.

Suddenly, she felt him lift her off him quickly....drink it he whispered. She was on her knees quickly, sucking the entire length of his cock hungrily, feeling it pulsing in her mouth. His hands took hold of the sides of her head and he fucked her mouth until he let out a loud moan and shot a load of sweet sticky cream down her throat. She sucked and drank, swallowed it all. She stayed on her knees until he relaxed and softened in her mouth.

He pulled her up next to him, threw the robe around her shoulders to warm her. They stayed that way for some time, not speaking. She wasn't sure what to say, what to do next. He took control though, having her lie back on the sofa. He positioned her so that one leg draped over the sofa to the floor, the other draped over the back of the sofa. She was fully exposed, just as she had teased her online stranger she would be if they were ever to meet. 

He lowered his face between her legs, closed his eyes and was taking in her scent, teasing her with his tongue until he was ready to suck hard on her clit. She moaned and writhed, cuming hard enough to wet his face with her juices.

He pulled back and traced his fingers along her gaping pussy, teasing her, his piercing hazel eyes not leaving hers, and he whispered to her "Feels good,doesn't it? You like having my fingers and my cock inside you because you're a slut and you and I are going to get along great. You know I want what you have between your legs and I know you're going to give it to me every time I stop by."

She couldn't even speak. She was trembling from his fingers and the orgasm that was building up and from the sight of him watching her body surrender to his touch. 

And to think, this was only the beginning!

Landlord



Joseph Moretti was a self-made man. First generation off the boat, and sixty-five years in the city, had only rounded the edges of his "old world" habits. He still wore flannel shirts and suspenders. His rough-hewn hands bore the unmistakable callouses and scars of a laborer and the cement dust took years to finally scrub out of his skin. 

These days he mostly puttered in his garden with his flowers and vegetables. He no longer needed to work every day but was still in his office each morning at 6:00AM.

Moretti Construction had over fifty employees. He also owned apartments, Cadillacs for both he and his wife, the homes his three children lived in, and a new boat, THE BRICK HOUSE. Not quite a yacht, but the new, main, interest in his life. His father had always wished to retire early and sail the Adriatic, that dream was cut short. 

Joe's son, Young Joey had convinced his father to take it easy after he got comfortably ahead, and talked him into buying the big sailboat. Old Joe was now just a figure-head at the business though treated with respect by both the workers and his community. He no longer kept close tabs on the day-to-day assignments. 

Young Joey was now clearly the boss. He could not hide his swarthy complexion and dark, shiny hair and eyes, but he had no love for "The Old Country" or it's customs. He wore tailored suits and Alligator shoes. Smoked Cuban cigars instead of his father's Danoblis. His desk was oak and gilt-framed pictures studded the deep-paneled walls. He had two secretaries, a personal driver for his Mercedes sedan, and a cook and trainer to keep his wife entertained and occupied. 

He reviewed blue prints and attended Chamber of Commerce meetings. But his true calling was as a "slum-lord." He bought old properties for a song and the city was happy to relieve the blight and add to the tax rolls. For that, he received courtesies with permits and write-offs. 

His people could do solid work when called on, but for his low-income residents, the material was second-rate and the craftsmanship shoddy. The poor and elderly apartment dwellers had nobody to turn to and Joey's close relations with bankers and politicians kept complaints to a minimum. 

Sandee Russell was one of the poor, unfortunate souls reliant on Joey's good graces. Married, pregnant and divorced by nineteen. She was now 35 with an eighteen year old daughter and a low wage job. 

Both women worked at the same family restaurant and after each shift they rode the bus back to their small apartment. Among the missing amenities were air-conditioning, elevator and cable television. The water pressure was okay in the afternoons and it wasn't too drafty in the winters. In summers the entire building was fumigated for roaches. 

Sandee was resigned to ironing on the kitchen table, warm baths rather than hot showers, and lugging groceries up four flights from the market six blocks away. 

It was her daughter Rachel, that she suffered for. Rachel had the same shining blonde hair and sparkling crystal-blue eyes of her mother. She was lithe and tall with the muscle-tone of the volleyball player that she was. Not very hippy, but round, pert 34B's and long, strong legs that reached all the way to her tight, firm ass. 

To Rachel, sports and a possible scholarship were her driving passion. She had lived in many low-rent places, one was like another. Her three waitressing shifts kept her in decent, trendy outfits and paid for her cell-phone minutes. Workouts and homework kept her busy. She was mostly concerned for her mom. 

Sandee's good looks were still there, though slightly worn down by age lines, gravity and sensible shoes. She still hoped to win the lottery and had a few nice dresses and skirts for special occasions, though these were few and far between. She was curvier than her daughter with wide hips and legs just as long but with a little more meat on them. But her eye-catching attribute was a spectacular set of 36D boobs. They had sagged abit with age and the skin was not as tight as Rachel's, but when she let them show, all eyes turned to her neckline. Her work attire was a routine server's dress with no frills and flat, rubber-soled shoes. But when she wore her Mother's Day present, a scarlet and black boustier, her tips would easily double. Her fleshy globes, sprinkled with light freckles, rode up high and bounced enticingly. Work and life were a struggle but both women felt that better days were ahead. 

Then Sandee fractured two small bones in her wrist and was unable to write orders or carry a tray. A seven week layoff meant no appreciable income and extra bills for clinics, x-rays and pain killers. It took only two months to fall more than two-thousand dollars behind. After the third notice went unanswered, the management company (Moretti, Inc.) alerted Joey. Normally he had little concern about the travails of others and even less compassion. But his partner at the rental office knew to always inform him if a good-looking woman was in desperate straits. 

Joey was pleased to hear that Sandee was in debt, behind on bills and avoiding all calls. This was just the opportunity he was always looking to exploit. He had one of his flunkys tack an official-looking warning to her door with a hand-written note that he may be able to offer some help. The phone rang later that day and Joey's wheels began to turn. 

Sandee explained in a halting voice about her series of bad breaks: her account was overdrawn, the doctor said her hand wasn't healing well and there was no money for further treatments, and ofcourse, she was now nearly three months behind on the rent. 

Joey made a great show of listening to her heart-felt rundown. He sympathized with each setback and acknowledged that none of it was her fault and it all could have happened to anyone. After about ten minutes of him feigning care, he dropped the first bomb on her. "Yeah, yeah. I know. Bad things happen to good people. Yeah I'm sorry, too. But you know, business is business. Hey, my kids gotta eat too!"

He gave her a moment to catch her breath, blow her nose and regain some composure. Then he hit her with the second shot. "You know, Babe. The worst thing is you didn't think to call me first. You know I like doing favors for good people. Maybe if you had reached-out earlier, I could have made some calls. Now I'm

scrambling to find something." He sat back in his high backed padded chair and eased his stubby legs onto the corner of the desk, careful not to scuff his Italian leather slip-ons.

It gave her a moment to digest his words. Was he hinting that maybe he could help? She is "good people" and they could really use a "favor." She fought back her tears and struggled to collect herself. "Please Mr. Moretti..." He interrupted, "No call me Joey. All my friends call me Joey. Only my old man is Mr Moretti." 

She started again, "Thank you, Joey. Please help us. I don't have anybody else to turn to. We don't want to be put out on the streets. The bills are piling up and nobody is hiring. Please, umh Joey, I don't know what else to do. I'll do anything at this point. Please help us, Joey." She whimpered and sniveled as she pleaded. She believed she was throwing herself at his feet looking for mercy. If she only knew that was not what he was offering.

He drew in a deep breath as if he were pondering some profound decision. While at the same time, he readjusted the big cock, swelling in his pants. He then loudly shuffled some useless papers on his desk to let her think he was considering some options. Then he landed the big one. "There is one thing, maybe. I may be able to offer you something, it's a last minute thing so you better jump on it if you're interested. I have some free time tomorrow around four. So, if you put on a sharp, sexy outfit, professional like, you can take an oral interview. But I gotta know now." 

He had set the bait, now he just waited to spring the trap. 

"I'll be there at four o'clock sharp. And thank you very much Joey. I'm sure you'll be pleased." 

She had no idea. Joey lit up a big cigar and buzzed his young secretary to bring him in a scotch on the rocks. She saw his ear-to-ear smile and heard his chuckle when she entered, and worried, because this could only mean trouble for somebody. 

The following day Sandee soaked in a leisurely bath, rehearsing how she would express her lack of job skills but eagerness to learn or try new things. She dusted herself with scented body powder and let Rachel put her hair up in a formal sweep. They picked out a knee length leather skirt, slit up the side for a glimpse of her tanned, shapely thighs. She borrowed Rachel's knock-out "come fuck me pumps," her painted toes showing at the tips. And topped that off with one of her daughter's cream colored silk blouses in a pastel shade that picked up the color of her dazzling blue eyes. Matching it with a sheer ice-blue bra. 

As she turned to go, Rachel dabbed a kiss of perfume at the deep crevice of her cleavage. "Even if you can't type Mom, he'll remember you!"

Sandee was a bit embarrassed and extremely nervous. This "interview" was all or nothing. If she didn't impress young Joey enough for him to offer her work, "The next thing might be your mother walking the streets." 

Rachel answered, "Well if it comes to that, with that look, we should be eating well." She sent her mom out the door and to the bus stop with trepidation. A lot was riding on this. 

On arrival, Sandee was ushered into Joey's outer office, where she was greeted by his younger secretary, Rita. His senior assistant Mrs. Granger, was already gone for the day. Rita had been told to keep Sandee waiting, just to build the tension and lower her defenses. She sat nervously crossing and uncrossing her legs. Occasionally she drew out her compact to check her look and swab at the perspiration on her forehead and upper lip. Rita offered her a diet cola that had been laced with rum. Rita had also once been interviewed by Joey.

In his office Joey was finishing a video game and applying fresh cologne. He figured it was about time and buzzed Rita to bring in Sandee. When Joey saw her walk through the door he knew instantly that he was going to enjoy this. He sat on the plush sofa and patted the seat, motioning for Sandee to sit beside him. He asked Rita to bring in another round of drinks and then to wait at her desk incase needed.

Joey did a quick appraisal and admired his soon to be new "employee." When she was settled on the couch sipping her second drink, he started the "interview." Joey thought he was sauve and debonair. But mostly, he was an overgrown delinquent with toys and power he never earned. 

"So doll," he began, lazily draping an arm over the top of the couch and letting it caress the tops of her shoulders. "I like this outfit. You look good. Really hot. I may be able to work you in." His arm moved down to her thigh, giving it a firm squeeze while his eyes flashed at the generous proportions of her chest. "Yep, play your cards right and I may be able to use you." He laughed to himself as he tortured the conversation with stupid double-entendres. His idea of witty repartee. 

"So Joey," a slightly tipsy Sandee questioned him, "I don't know much about construction but there is probably something I could do in the office. I told you before, I'm desperate, so if you need anything done I'll be glad to try it." 

Joey was enjoying himself since it was so rare that he was the only one in on a joke. But his rapidly expanding cock was telling him it was time to get down to business. His favorite business. "Okay babe, I got to check-out your qualifications." 

Sandee fidgeted nervously, expecting an embarrassing situation over a resume, but was completely startled by what came next. Joey reached over and firmly squeezed her right breast. He smirked first, then smiled and let out a great breath. "These are great tits honey, why don't you get out of these things and let me have a better look? He stood up infront of her and eased down his zipper, fishing out his long, flabby rod. 

Sandee's reaction was one of total shock. She gasped at his groping hands, her blue eyes flashed and her brows arched. Her hands reflexively went to cover her breasts. But when she saw him handling his thick meat, she was so startled her breathing faltered, her speech stuttered and her eyes welled-up with tears. "Joe- Mr. Mor...Joey, what are you doing? What's going on!?" She gathered herself to rise but Joey tossed her back on the deep, plush sofa. He pressed forward, trapping her legs between his and almost sat on her lap. His hands pawed greedily at her top wrenching the top couple buttons loose and lifting the flimsy brassiere off her boobs and up near her neck. She began to whimper and choke while he slobbered kisses along her cleavage and took small nibbles at her deep-heaving tits. 

"Sandee doll, let's be serious. I've looked at the bills. You owe me nearly three thousand bucks and I don't see no way you're gonna come up wit 'da scratch. I make a call today and the sheriffs lock down your place and turn your stuff in to be sold. I hear you got a daughter. Well, you and her will be sleeping under a bridge if you ain't willing to put out!"

Sandee was too confused and terrified to see through his monumental bluff. Her body shook and the tears flowed. A hundred images rocketed through her mind: police tape on the apartment door, sleeping under a filthy bridge, Rachel running away and many more. Then came the images of fat, greasy Joey, using her body for his disgusting gratification. Her head dropped to her chin. Whimpering and haltingly trying to catch her breath, she sobbed uncontrollably. She was trapped. What she hoped would be a lifeline to help her out, turned out to be a rope binding her to some sort of torture rack. Her sad, misty eyes; a moment ago so full of hope, glanced up at his, searching for a sign. But witnessed only unbridled lust.

He leered down at her deviously, taking her delicate, tiny hand and wrapping it around his cock. He viciously ripped her blouse from her shoulders so only the tail remained tucked in he skirt. 

Then he reached around her back, unsnapping the bra while forcing her face against his groin. His hand held tight on the back of her neck, loosening the blonde updo, and letting those golden locks fall softly down her back and to the tops of her now exposed breasts. He grabbed a fistful of her honey blonde hair and yanked her head back so that the mascara-streaked eyes were staring straight up at him. His cock poised directly over her nose and his ball sac resting heavily on her lips. He had a sadistic look on his face and swiveled his hips so that his private parts danced across her reddening, horrified features.

"You wanna work off some of that debt, honey? Open wide. It's time for you to show alittle appreciation. 'Cause if I like this, most of your money problems will be solved. But you gotta be good and you gotta sound excited!"

She took a quick, silent survey of all her options. All the while entranced by the enormous cock, literally perched at her lips. It was atleast nine inches long and incredibly thick. He had dropped his trousers so now she could scan it's entire length and girth. He had a swarthy complexion and his giant cock was dark, also. His tight, full balls were nearly black and his dense thatch of pubic hair the color of India Ink. She gripped the big pole at the base, feeling the rough, veiny ridges and slid her hand up to the bulbous, mushroomed head. Her eyes raised up one last time, pleading with him. "Please Joey, don't make me do this." 

His mood suddenly darkened and the grip on her hair became more brutal as he lowered himself to stare right down into her wide eyes. "You got two choices bitch. Leave here now and I don't want to hear another word about you, live on the street, beg at corners and eat from the garbage. I don't fuck'n care. Or you can be a good girl, show me how good you are and I can be good to you." 

She pictured herself tied to the railroad tracks, a freight train barreling at her and no hope of rescue in sight. She glanced once more at his meat, twitching in her hand. It looked thicker around and more intimidating than a minute ago. Sandee resigned herself to her dreadful position. 

"Alright Joey, if I do this, then we're even, right. I do whatever you want, then I leave and you're paid off. This won't ever come up again, okay...

"Shut up bitch! Who you think you are, fuck'n Sophia Loren? You owe me over $3,000, you think you're worth that? Hell, I can get three hot chicks here all night for half that! Now suck it down and I'll see if you're worth my time. Make it good and swallow."

All her bargaining chips were used up. Sandee reluctantly opened her mouth enough to touch her tongue to the tip of his mammoth cock. Joey rammed his cock in so fast and so deep that she gagged and braced her hands against his soft, round, hairy belly. He took her wrists and pulled her arms around his fat waist and clamped her sweaty palms on his flabby ass. His own hands then reached for her tits and kneaded them hard as if they would lactate. 

"Cry all you want, it turns me on." He laughed mercilessly. "Just keep that mouth working. You're gonna swallow my load and then I'm gonna fuck your sweet little pussy. Do you have a tight little cunt? It better be. If too many cocks been plow'n you, I'm going to throw you back and you can go to them for my money." He was excited with his power and began to pump forcefully into her warm mouth. Joey grunted and started to sweat profusely, his greying chest hairs getting wet and greasy looking. His hands moved to her ears and he proceeded to fuck her mouth. "Suck my cock you cheap little whore. I'm going to fill your mouth with cum and then bend you over the back of this couch and rape your sweet cunt." He couldn't continue with his threats because he started to gush buckets of gooey, hot jism against the back of her throat. Most of it went straight down, she was surprised at the suddenness and shocked at how quickly she swallowed. Some of the sticky cream escaped, oozing from the edges of her lips and twining down in long, loose strings from her chin to her tits. 

"That's it bitch. Suck it all down and lick your fingers, too." He watched agog, as Sandee delicately mopped-up the dripping strands, spreading some of the warm fluid on her pointy nipples before licking the remains from her fingers. She slowly and sexily reached her tongue out to pull the sticky gel into succulent mouth. 

The lecherous scene was releasing strong sexual urges from her and it's degrading atmosphere caused a powerful ripple from deep inside her steaming vagina. Sandee found herself refiguring the situation. "I must be a whore if I find this so exciting. It's so dirty it's making me hot all over" She shuddered with her own thunderous orgasm.

Joey plopped back down on the sofa and said roughly, "Now strip! I wanna see your pussy, then turn around and bend over. You're mine now, chickee, and I wanna check-out the goods." He gripped her elbow and pushed her to her feet, watching her tremble slightly, while he stroked his cum-slickened cock back to life.

She moved like she was being herded towards the electric chair. The confusing signals her body was sending her were strange and erotic. With one last mental picture and a quick peek at her appearance, her will power vanished. She would no longer fight. The thrill of being bought and debased was stimulating. She tugged the stained leather skirt from her hips, the remnants of her beautiful light-blue blouse fell with it. She stared into his eyes as she thumbed the elastic of her panties. It was a dirty thrill to be forced to undress and perform for someone. Her mind knew it was wrong but her body was building to another climax and she wanted desperately to tell how turned-on she was. 




Landlord



"Let's go. Take 'em off! I ain't got all day." Her hips wiggled and the panties slid easily past her knees and to the carpet where she kicked them away. She strummed the golden pussy hairs on her mound and gyrated those sexy hips. Joey sat transfixed slowly stretching and yanking his slick tool. He finally reached a hand to her enticing snatch and rubbed his stubby fingers against her wet folds. His sausage-like fingers spread the sticky liquid all around her swollen labia. She loved the feeling of this man wanting to take her and possess her. 

He couldn't resist much longer. He saw the sparkle in her eyes and the wetness at her cunt. Then he gripped her by the hips and spun her around. After that he pushed gently at the small of her back pushing her forward, so that her firm ass cheeks were at his eye level. Again he traced a sloppy line from her crimson folds to the puckered brown hole of her ass. He used her own lubrication to allow his fingers to slide into both her pussy and her virginal ass. She could not muffle the moans of pleasure he was causing to her body. 

"You can't hide what your body's saying. You want it and you need it. You're gonna be a good fuck. Let's go." He grasped her hips and pulled her back on to his lap where his gigantic rod stood like a Saturn Rocket aimed directly at her sodden snatch. She slid down easily on his tool and was surprised at just how filling it was. It felt so good, she wiggled and squirmed to fit it all in. "I knew you was gonna be a good lay." He said as his hips bucked and arched to fire another generous load into her hungry pussy. She shuddered as he pounded into her, both of them moaning in unison. 

He drilled her for a few minutes and then to her amazement she came stronger and harder than he did. They were each drenched in sweat and breathing heavily as she slumped back into his arms and flopped against his wet chest. Joey was sated, but Sandee was only getting started. "C'mon" she said, "pump it into me I want more. You made me a whore, you better fuck me like one. She began to grind her ass into his lap and squeeze her thighs to stimulate him. She was overtaken with lust and wanted to be used and humiliated. "Fuck me Joey, give it to me. I'm your bitch now, so fuck me good!"

He had never encountered anything like it. This bitch wanted to be used so why not? "Get on your knees you filthy slut and lick the cum off my cock. Suck all that pussy juice from my cock and get me hard again. I own you now, and you'll do everything I say. I'm going to fuck that tight little ass next and then stick it in your mouth for you to taste." 

It was too much for Sandee, with his cock growing in her mouth and her hand furiously rubbing her clit, she had another amazing orgasm. She had never even imagined that she could enjoy something like this. Both her mouth and pussy filled with the cum of this disgusting, blackmailing man and now she was willingly going to bend over the couch so he could shove his dirty cock in her most private orifice. 

She climbed off her knees and crawled onto the couch, one hand stroking the firm cock that was soon to deflower her tender backside. And she could not wait for him to begin. "Fuck me now, Joey Fuck my tight ass and fill me with cum. Your sleazy little whore wants everything you can give her."

Joey charged into her with a renewed passion. He violently attacked that virgin hole and ravished it completely. She wanted it hard and strong, that's how it would be. He drove into her, lubricated by her own saliva and her willingness to be raped. There was no holding back. A few powerful thrusts and he exploded, grunting like a wild animal. She screamed with ecstasy. Her entire body shook with delight and they finally both collapsed in a sweaty, heaving mass. 

When they finally caught their breath, Sandee rolled over and tried to dry off and search for something to wear. Joey stood shakily, his body dripping wet. She looked at him with a lascivious smile and asked if he approved of the deal. "Yeah, you were good. I'm going to put you on the desk. You won't have to worry about rent, anymore." I'll give you some cash for some new clothes and you start next week."

"Start at what?" she asked. What will I be doing?"

"I don't know yet, but you'll be doing it here in the office. You're going to blow me every morning and we'll fuck a lot. I'll think of some title later"

"I think whore pretty much covers it," she replied. "I'll see you first thing Monday."

The end.



Landlord Benefits



I wanted to thank Shygirlwhore for editing my story for me. If you find any errors, they are definitely mine and not hers. 

 I hope this story continues into a series if time permits. Please let me know what you think.





Chapter 1

 I have no idea how this particular conversation even started but our flirting had gotten to the point of dangerous the more we conversed and texted each other. I was talking to this 30-year-old gal named Melanie, who rented a little studio apartment from my girlfriend, Jennifer and I. She let it slip that she would do anything for me if I bought her some lingerie. She was a gold digger apparently. She also knew that I was in a very serious relationship so she knew she wouldn't be getting tied down to anyone.

She had been renting from us for about a year and I'd mostly just seen her leave in the morning for work and come home around 5:30pm each day. She kept to herself which was fine with us. She kept such good care of her body that watching her coming and going was a pleasure. One time I was in her apartment fixing her leaky shower head and noticed all of her workout items. I had always wondered what she did in here by herself all day long with no computer or TV. Now I know. Doing some repairs in her apartment is how our flirting started. I remember asking her about the bumper sticker on her car that said: "I'm a tri-sexual: try me." That particular bumper sticker opened the door to many explicit conversations over a few months' time.

Today, we discussed what exactly she wanted from Victoria Secret and we agreed to have a prequel "show" to see what she looked like in her "older" stuff. She met me in the loft above our garage that I dubbed my "man cave." It had its own outside stairwell hidden from the street and was closest to her apartment. My girlfriend was at work at the time but we agreed it was the safest spot to meet anyway. She walked in with a robe on and without saying a word twirled around as the robe fell from her body to the floor. She had on a bra and semi see-through G-string panties. They did look old but still looked great on her. 

As I looked from her flowing dark red hair, down to her smallish breasts that were trying to jump out of her tight green bra and down to her very fine ass I couldn't help but get rock hard in no time. I reached out and grabbed her ass and she jumped a bit, acted slightly offended, but then smiled. I told her I would place my order later on that evening. I asked if I could take her top off to see her tits but she declined. I could tell this was something she was a bit embarrassed about. She loved showing off that ass, but was reluctant to show off those tits.

"If I buy this lingerie for you, then I get to see you put it on from your birthday suit right?" I asked.

"That is the deal." She responded.

I looked at her from the front again and could see a nice, dark, and well-manicured rectangular strip of pubic hair through her panties. "Does the carpet match the drapes?" I asked with a smile.

She responded also with a smile, "I guess you'll have to find out."

She started walking out and I pulled her back in. I grabbed her ass and tried to kiss her. I was so turned on at this point. She pushed me away albeit reluctantly. "Let's just mess around a bit; nothing serious or too far...maybe just some heavy petting or a blow job." I pleaded. 

She just shook her head and walked out. 

"What a tease!" I thought. I was blue-ball angry! I pulled down my pants and beat off right there in my loft. I was hoping she'd change her mind, walk in and finish it for me but to no avail.

A few minutes later I texted her about her tits; I told her how much I wanted to see them and after some prying found out that a previous boyfriend told her they each were a different size and that made her self-conscious. I assured her that I'd only see their beauty and we left it at that.

The next day was Saturday and I had all of my normal chores around the property. We lived on the outskirts of town on a pretty decent sized parcel. The city was moving towards us but our property would be safe for quite a while. The downside to having a large property was the upkeep. It did not keep itself up so someone needed to mow, spray for weeds and bugs, trim trees etc. Today was bug spraying day. I had to spray the exterior of each of our buildings. I texted her, as I always do, that I needed to spray around her apartment so she could either leave for a while or stay in for a bit to let the spray sort of dry up. She knew the drill. I also texted her that if she opened her back window blinds, the one that was on the far side of her apartment and hidden by a row of trees, that she would see a welcome sight. 

I slowly made my way around the apartment making more noise than usual so she would know where I was. As I came towards the backside of the apartment, her blinds went all the way up. As I pulled my pants down to flash her I noticed she was completely naked and smiling at me. I mean completely naked. I was able to verify that, indeed, the carpet did match the drapes. Her little patch of red pubic hair was showing and her two little size B tits were there in all their glory as well. She was looking gorgeous and I got hard again. She had a sucker in her mouth that I didn't notice until she pulled it out and started doing a little dance for me. I could faintly hear some music on inside and she was dancing to the beat. She has done this before. I stood there in shock but I admired what was in front of me. She turned around, bent over and stuck the sucker in her pussy and slowly worked it in and out. I was beside myself. I could see her asshole just staring at me. I mouthed for her to let me in the apartment but she just shook her head and smiled in a very teasing way. She turned back around and stood up and put the sucker in her mouth again and worked it back and forth in there as well. I was about to explode without even touching my dick. She rubbed her tits with her hands and then grabbed the sucker again and slowly put it in her pussy again. "What a fricken tease!" I thought. I couldn't believe my luck though. This little lingerie purchase was getting me all of this? "I had better be deep inside of one of those three holes within a week." I thought.

Just as I was contemplating my next move she grabbed the cord from the blinds and shut them. I just stood there wondering what next. I knocked on the window and she peered through the blinds and just waved at me and shut it again. Needless to say, I went into my loft and took care of business. This blue ball stuff is killing me!

I ordered her the lingerie and now it was time to wait. We exchanged several more texts over the next few days as we waited for the shipment to show up.

Chapter 2

I have to admit; I've felt a bit guilty about doing this to Jennifer. I hadn't cheated on her to this point but I sure wanted to. But one of the great side effects of the flirting that Melanie and I had going on is that it added a lot to my sex life with Jennifer. Did it really matter who I was picturing when I was banging my girlfriend?

"You sure have been a stallion lately," Jennifer told me one night when she got home from work. "Are you taking pills or something old man?" She teased. We were both 40 and it was always a joke between us that I'd have issues getting it up very soon. So far that was not an issue whatsoever.

Jennifer walked over to me as I was sitting on my recliner. She hopped on my lap and wiggled her ass a little. "You have more in that tank for me?" She asked as she wiggled some more.

"Well I'd say if you can manage to get me hard enough then I can muster up a thrust or two." I replied. I leaned my chair back and she turned around to face me. Jennifer was completely different than Melanie. She was sandy blonde. Very cute as well but her breasts were larger. She had a little bit more meat on her, but in a healthy way. She stayed in good shape just like Melanie did. One thing I did know is that she sucked my dick very well.

She pulled her shirt off and kissed me shoving her tongue into my mouth. She was a great kisser as well. She grabbed my cock as I started getting hard for her. She stood up off the chair and let go of my cock and motioned me to the bedroom. "Let's take a shower." She said. "I need to get work off of me...and I need to get you onto me." She smiled.

We both undressed as we walked to our walk-in shower. She turned the shower on and we kissed as we waited for the water to get warm. I reached around and grabbed both her firm ass cheeks. She had a super fine ass and I started getting hard again. She reached down and stroked my cock as she continued to kiss me. I lifted her up by the ass cheeks and she straddled my body as we kissed some more. We stepped into the flow of water and continued to kiss. As the water flowed down our bodies I couldn't help but think about Melanie. I felt a tinge of guilt as I was making out and getting ready to screw such a beautiful woman. I set Jennifer down and turned her around. I bent her over and started licking her wet pussy. Her beautiful body moved to my licks. I continued to lick her pussy zeroing in on her clit but not focusing 100% of my attention on it. I went down and in her hole and back up to her clit. This is exactly what she liked. I could tell she was about to cum as her body started moving more rapidly. I put a finger in her pussy as I continued to lick her clit. She moaned pretty loud as she came and her knees almost buckled. 

We cleaned up a bit before it was my turn to get some pleasure. I never got fully flaccid as we washed up but was starting to get fully erect again as she grabbed the washcloth and started cleaning my dick and balls. She licked and stroked it in between washing. I couldn't stop picturing Melanie naked as Jennifer teased my dick with her tongue. I stood her up again and bent her over. Her hands were placed on the step we have in our shower. I was so turned on thinking about Melanie I didn't think I'd last very long. As I guided my cock into my girlfriend, I was thinking about that well-manicured red bush of Melanie's. I rammed it in thinking about Melanie's fine ass. As I started going in...and out...I was mentally replacing Jennifer's sandy blonde hair with Melanie's long red hair. I pulled on it a bit. Then I reached around and grabbed Jennifer's right tit as I thrust back and forth. I was remembering Melanie's asshole staring down at me while she put the sucker into her pussy. The memory had me staring down at Jennifer's asshole as I continued to thrust my dick into her pussy. I took my hand off of her tit and started working my wet right thumb into Jennifer's tight little ass. I've never done this to Jennifer but she didn't seem too phased by it. I continued to work it into her ass as I continued to thrust back and forth into her beautiful pussy. I was getting close and could tell she was ready for her second orgasm of the night. 

"Stick it in my ass!" Beautiful Jennifer surprised me. 

"Not now!" I could barely muster as I started to shoot my sperm into the walls of her pussy. I filled her up like I don't remember ever doing. As I shot loads and loads she started to cum as well. We both continued to thrust until we were both spent. When we were done I told her that I never knew it was an option but would love to screw her ass next time.

Chapter 3

The day had arrived! The package showed up at my work. Now I needed to plan the show.

I texted Melanie immediately. "When can we meet? I have something for you."

"I'm off at 2pm today." She responded.

"Meet me in the loft at 3. I can't wait to see how it looks on you." I replied.

I left work early. I owned a pool cleaning and maintenance service so I set my own hours. I had 7 employees that went out on pool jobs and one secretary/dispatcher. So my flexibility was pretty great.

I got home at 2:15 and didn't see her car yet. I took a quick shower. I really didn't know what to expect today but knew it would at least involve my renter and she'd be naked. The $90 plus shipping I had spent on her lingerie was nothing compared to the fun I was having. I was hoping that she'd use me as her sucker this time around but with her being so unpredictable, I just never knew what to expect.

I went up to the loft a little after 2:30 to prepare. I had decided, after weighing all of the pros and cons, to place a couple of hidden cameras in the loft to capture everything for my pleasure later. Once I had both of the cameras set up and recording, I just sat at my desk and waited. I kept looking at the cameras to make sure I had them hidden well enough. One I place on my bookshelf underneath a tilted book that rested on another. It was behind my desk and was facing towards the couch. The other I put at the end of my bar just behind a clock I had setting on it. I figured both would capture most of the room. I was starting to get turned on staring at the two Victoria Secret packages I had and thinking about what was coming next.

She walked in a minute after 3. "How was your day?" She asked nervously.

"It was fine. But ever since the package showed up I've had one thing on my mind." I smiled. "Go ahead and open it." I pointed to the one and moved the other to the side.

She looked at the package and started to open it. She left the gift totally up to me to choose. However, she did request that it be for both the top and the bottom so I kept it simple. I bought a nice black and lace push-up bra and black lace boy shorts. They weren't from the same collection but I noticed they matched perfectly as she pulled them out of the box. She looked at them and smiled. "I love them!" She exclaimed. "I've never had this nice of a bra before!" She came over and planted a nice kiss right on my lips. "Are you ready for me to try them on?" She asked.

"I've been ready since we first talked about this!" I could barely stand it anymore.

She was wearing the most I've seen her wear since we've been this up close and personal in the past several days. She had on her work uniform, but she definitely smelled like she took a shower after work and her hair was slightly wet. Her work uniform consisted of a polo shirt and black pants. 

She slowly started taking her pants down first. "Take it all off first before putting the lingerie on." I demanded. Her pants hit the ground. I asked her to turn around as she took her underwear off. 

"Can you bend over towards me as you pull it off?" I asked just hoping the camera behind me was at the right angle. Without saying a word she started to bend over as she pulled her underwear off. I was treated to the beautiful sight of her exclamation point and pinkish starfish. I wanted to be in one of those holes shortly. I wasn't sure which one though. 

She finally stood up and turned back around facing me. She started taking her polo shirt off and didn't have a bra on. Her tits looked amazing on her body. Her ex was correct, one was slightly larger than the other, but that seems pretty normal to me. And they didn't look bad at all. They were very proportional to her body which is key in my opinion. I could tell she was nervous with her top off in front of me again. "They are beautiful. You are beautiful!" I said. And I was telling the truth.

She walked to the box that was on my bar top and took the boy short panties out. She slowly wiggled it up her body until it was perfectly fitted around her ass. She turned around, slapped her cheeks with both hands and asked, "How do they look?"

"They look like a million bucks on you!" I responded. 

She turned back around and smiled. She grabbed the bra out of the package and started to put it on. I just sat there at my desk and admired the beauty that was in front of me. She wasn't naked anymore but I was bulging out of my shorts.

"And how does this look?" She asked as she snapped the bra on and settled it in place.

"Also a million bucks. You are one beautiful woman! I can't get you out of my mind!" I admitted. I got up and walked past her and sat on my couch.

"I can see you like it!" she pointed at my hard cock. She started walking over to me. "The question is- do you want more than just a show?"

"Of course I do! I'm not an impotent idiot!" I answered. I pulled her towards me and she got down on top of me straddling each of my legs. She was now facing me sitting on my lap. I pulled her head towards me and kissed her on the lips. She responded and opened up her mouth to kiss me back. I grabbed her ass cheeks with both hands as we continued to kiss each other. She reached down and got her first touch of my cock and she rubbed it back and forth from outside of my shorts. After a few minutes she slid off of me onto her knees. She pulled my shorts down exposing my large erection. She immediately started sucking my cock and it felt so great. She stroked me, and then sucked me over and over. Her beautiful red hair bobbing up and down on my cock was almost too much to handle. She was a master at sucking cock and I was about to explode. I pulled her up before it was too late and stood up. I took my shirt off and unlatched her new bra. I discretely turned her body so the bar camera would be getting the best view. I started sucking and licking on her right nipple as I fondled her left tit. She was breathing deeply now. I could tell she was getting turned on. I slowly moved her towards the couch and pulled down her new underwear once again exposing her beautiful trimmed pussy. She sat down and it was my turn to get on my knees. I started teasing her like she had teased me the last several days. I slowly ran my fingers up her inner thighs until I got close to her entrance and then I'd back away. I did the same thing with my tongue. As I got close to her pussy she would move her hips forward but then I'd just back off. She tried pulling my head towards her entrance but I fought it. After a few long minutes I finally lapped at her pussy. She tasted great. I used my fingers to spread her lips apart a bit and was able to zero in on her clit. I tried the same technique with her that I use on Jennifer; she seemed to like this. I worked her clit in a circular motion and could tell all of this build up was doing the trick. After a few moments she started moving violently and moaning pretty loud. Her juices started flowing from her pussy as I continued to lick. She finally let go of my head a bit so I could move and get some air. The look on her face was of pure ecstasy. I kissed her and gave her a taste of her own juices but it didn't faze her. She looked again at my rock hard cock and asked if I wanted to find another hole for it. I laughed and responded, "Let's get you bent over this couch and we'll see what it decides."

I helped her stand up and she knew the position. She went to the edge of the couch and placed each hand on the armrest and bent her body. I got behind her and started rubbing my dry cock in her pussy juices. I got it wet enough to start entering her pussy. She pushed back as I entered and we got into a good rhythm. She moaned and groaned as I continued to thrust into her. I would pull my cock out to the tip and then jam it back in a little roughly. This seemed to turn her on again. As I worked her pussy I licked my thumb and started to work it into her ass just like I did with Jennifer. I had no doubt this ass has been used before because she didn't say or do anything when I got my thumb in there. She just continued to groan in a good way. I continued to work it until I buried it completely in. The angle wasn't the best for any of my other fingers so I decided to just go for it. I pulled my dick out of her pussy and started to work it in where my thumb was. I used her pussy juice for my lube and it seemed to work after a little bit. As I entered she let out another deep moan. She started to finger herself with her right hand while balancing on the couch with her left. I was just hoping that the cameras were getting all of this! I rocked my dick in her tight asshole back and forth and she loved it. I knew I wasn't going to last much longer in this tightness. Luckily she started writhing again so I knew she was going to cum again. As she started to yell out I started shooting loads of cum into the walls of her ass. Our orgasms both seemed to build off of each other's and we were both moaning louder than would seem to be normal. Her ass milked my cock completely dry of all cum and we finally both started coming down from our high. I pulled out of her ass and glanced down at the temporary gape that I had made. We collapsed on the couch both naked and spent.




Landlord Benefits Pt. 02



I wanted to thank Shygirlwhore for editing my story for me. If you find any errors, they are definitely mine and not hers. 

I hope to continue this series as time permits. Please let me know what you think. 

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Chapter 5 

A few days after banging Jennifer and Melanie, I was out cleaning our pool. I heard "Excuse me," coming from the other side of our side gate. This is the gate nearest our little studio apartment that Melanie rents out. I looked over and saw our neighbor that lived on the property nearest the backside of the rental. Her name was Kelly, I knew that much, but her family really kept to themselves. We've talked maybe a handful of times in the past 6 years that they've lived there. She is married with two step children. Her husband Gary had one boy and one girl before they got married. Both of the kids are adults now. I estimated that she is probably about 10 years older than me give or take. She worked in town and liked to ride her bike to work. She was in decent shape for being 50 and up. I find it amazing how my taste in women has changed over the years in the sense that I can still see utter beauty in an 18-year-old girl as well as a 50-year-old woman. But when I was 18 that 50-year-old woman was not even close to being desirable. At any rate, she was looking good for her age. She reminded me a lot of Mary-Louise Parker from the series "Weeds" but with lighter brown hair. 

I said, "Oh hey Kelly. How's it going today? Come on back." I motioned my head towards the gate. 

She opened it and walked in. She was in, what I'd consider gardening clothes. I assumed she had been working in her backyard before coming over. 

"I thought I heard you back here so I thought I'd come and say hello." She said. "I've been working in the backyard a lot lately on our new garden which gives me a lot of time to think." 

"Oh yeah? What are you growing back there?" I asked. 

"We figured we'd grow what we use the most in our house so we have tomatoes, bell peppers, jalapeño peppers, some basil, some oregano, and some zucchini. Although the tomatoes just aren't doing as well as we thought they would. There has to be something we are missing." She answered. 

Honestly I found this conversation a bit strange. Not to be a jerk but what do I really care? She rarely talks to me or Jennifer, rarely waves as we drive past her house, but here we were. 

"Sounds awesome. I hope it goes well for you. Can I help you with something?" I finally asked. 

She was looking at the pool as I skimmed the bugs and leaves off the top. I could tell that something was on her mind. 

"Is there somewhere more private we could talk?" She asked. 

"Could you tell me what this is about?" I asked back. 

"It's sort of something I think you'll want to keep private." She responded. 

I was confused as heck by now. "Let's go to the loft above the garage. It is as private as it'll get." I motioned towards the stairwell at the back of the garage. 

She nodded in agreement and we both headed up there. I let her lead the way. As I walked up the steps I stared at her beautiful ass. She kept it in great shape. I motioned for her to have a seat on the couch. I walked over to the bar and asked her if she wanted something to drink. As she was looking around at my all of my man cave decor, I had the foresight to turn on the camera by the end of the bar that I never moved. 

"Just a water if it isn't too much trouble." She responded. 

I poured her a glass of water and grabbed a beer for myself. I handed it to her and then walked over to my desk. Put my beer down, and turned around towards my other camera. I wanted to turn it on without her knowing. So I started making small talk and acted like I was looking at a few books. My body was hiding most of what I was doing so I didn't think she'd know anything was up. After getting that camera on too, I turned around and said, "So what's up? What needs to be kept private?" 

She looked up at me, making eye contact and said, "I know you are screwing around on Jennifer. There I said it." And she let out a long breath as if she'd been holding it for hours. 

I was a bit shocked. I wasn't angry because obviously my girlfriend knew everything. But I had no clue how Kelly knew. 

"Oh and you know this how?" I asked. 

"Well as I told you I've been working in the garden a lot lately. I heard you spraying several days ago and peeked through the opening in the bushes when you stopped at your renter's window. I saw everything!" She continued. "At first I was shocked. Then I realized the knowledge of what you were doing empowered me." 

"Empowered you how?" I asked. Still sort of amused. 

"Well, I'm sure you don't want Jennifer finding out. So it allows me to pretty much name my price." She responded. 

"So you are blackmailing me?" I asked in a fake angry tone. "How much do you want?" 

She sat there and took another sip of her water. She acted like she was thinking of a number. "I...it's not money. I... I sort of want...want to have sex with you. It's been so long since I've been laid and I was so turned on after thinking about you watching your renter dance for you." 

I was blown away. "What? You've got to be kidding me!" I acted surprised and outraged. "And if I say 'no' then you'll tell Jennifer? What if I tell your husband that you are doing this to me?" I asked. 

"You really think he'll believe you? How many times have we talked since we moved here?" She asked. 

"You have a point." I acted like I was thinking about it. But I really wasn't. Not at all. "So if I agree, then what?" 

"Well you will agree." She said pretty forcefully. She started unbuttoning her shirt. "You'll agree because I think you find me attractive and you wouldn't want Jennifer to find out." She got to the last button and pulled her shirt off revealing a pretty attractive set of breasts for a 50-year-old. She had what I'd consider a standard type of bra on. It was just black and had nothing special to it. I found it strange, though, that she obviously had this planned out yet didn't dress up more. I figured maybe she knew she would do it but just didn't know exactly when. And when she heard me outside by the pool she rushed over spur of the moment. 

"I obviously have no choice in the matter." I acted defeated. "But I do find you attractive so I can make the best of this situation." 

I walked over to her and bent over and kissed her on the mouth. She didn't hesitate at all. She opened her mouth pretty aggressively and reached down to grabbed my cock which was still inside of my pants. It was quite obvious that she did not have sex very often. She was like an animal that hadn't eaten in a long time. I reached around with my right hand and unhooked her bra. It fell to the ground as she stood up. We continued to kiss. I started fondling her breasts. Since they weren't huge, gravity really didn't negatively affect them too much. Seeing her topless verified how good of shape she was in for her age. I always thought that her ass was her best attribute but now that I'm seeing her tits and abs, it is a toss-up. 

I paused kissing her. "You are super hot. Why aren't you getting laid more?" 

She started to unbutton my shorts. "Gary just isn't interested anymore. It doesn't matter what type of lingerie I buy; he is always too tired. He gets home from work later than he used to and has odd appointments. I just assume he is getting it elsewhere." She answered without much emotion. 

She got my shorts and underwear down to my ankles and grabbed my cock. She got on her knees and started licking the mushroom tip as it started to harden completely. She started working her tongue down my shaft and back to the tip. She stroked me in between licks. "I want you to unload into my mouth. It has been so long since I've tasted cum." She demanded. 

I reached down and fondled her right tit while she gave me a blow job. She was definitely experienced in this area. "She better be based on her age," I thought. I was getting closer to blowing my load. I mostly just wanted to blow my nut so that I could make her happy, and then hopefully bury my dick into her pussy. But I wanted her to continue to think she was in control. "I'm almost there." I exclaimed as I grabbed both sides of her head. A few moments later I started to unload a few days' worth of cum. She kept sucking until there wasn't a drop left in my dick. She looked up and stuck her tongue out showing me some of my cum. Then she closed her mouth and swallowed with a big smile. 

She stood up looking quite pleased with herself. I asked, "Is my secret safe with you now?" 

She laughed. "Oh we aren't done yet." She started unbuttoning her shorts. "I hope you have more in those nice big nuts of yours!" 

I reached down to help her with her shorts. I pulled first her shorts and then her underwear down. I was greeted with a completely bald vagina. I took my shirt off so that we were both naked now. I sat her down on the couch and got on my knees. I spread her legs open and started to lick her baldness. I spread her pussy lips with my right thumb and pointer finger and started licking her tasty pussy. She immediately responded with some moaning. My tongue found her clit and started working it in a soft circular motion. She started moaning more and more as I worked out my tongue muscles. She grabbed my head and pulled it toward her pussy pretty forcefully. I continued to lap at it until she was in full climax. She moaned pretty loud as she had her first orgasm. This got me to full erection again and I didn't want to waste a good hard on. I got up a bit and started working my mushroom head into her very wet vagina. I worked it around the lips a little and got the tip wet and was in it in one stroke. She was surprisingly tight though. I think she has benefited from marrying someone with two kids rather than having some of her own. As I went deeper her moans got louder. I pulled her off of the couch and onto my body as I laid on my back. She started doing most of the work. I reached up and fondled both tits. I worked my fingers around her hard nipples. They were at least a half of an inch long. As she road me I alternated between grabbing her ass cheeks which felt like a 20 year olds ass and her hard nipples. She continued to work up and down. I thrust in unison with her downward motion. We started to increase our speed. I was getting closer to my second orgasm and I could feel like she was as well. She started moving much quicker. She put both hands on my chest as she started writhing almost uncontrollably. She yelled "Harder, harder," so I complied. I thrust into her as she came down on me. I grabbed her hips to help pull her down and push her up. I started cumming as well. I shot a few ropes into her as she continued to ride me to finish. Finally, she slowed down as her pussy muscles milked me dry. She laid on top of me with my cock still buried inside of her. We laid there for a bit just catching our breath. 

"I think that takes your blackmail off of the table." I said and laughed. 

After a few moments she responded, "Yeah it does. As fun as this was it can only be a one-time thing. I really just needed to get it out of my system. Plus I don't want to be like Gary and cheat all the time...this sure was fun though." 

I laughed. "Yep it sure was. But I gotta tell you something. Jennifer knows about Melanie and me. In fact, it wasn't too long ago that I was boning them both right where you are right now." I moved her off of me and got up. I grabbed my laptop from my desk and double clicked the file on the desktop called "Fun." I slid the slider bar way to the right and turned it towards Kelly. Her eyes got super wide as she saw me screwing Jennifer in the ass as I fingered Melanie's ass. 

"You could've just come over here and asked me to screw you and I would've happily obliged you." I said still amused and quite proud of myself. 

"You filmed them? Wait, did you film us?" She asked still very shocked. 

"You bet I did. So who is empowered now?" I asked as I winked at her. 

She immediately got an evil look in her eye. "You better not tell Gary!" 

"Or what?" I asked. "So you can blackmail me but I can't blackmail you? That hardly seems fair." I was still proud of myself for this turn of events. 

She looked defeated. "So now what? I'm your little sex slave like you were mine? I come over at your beckon call?" 

"I suppose it depends how important this is to keep from Gary." I replied. "Maybe you'll be more than just my sex slave. Maybe I'll come up with more that you can help me with." My mind was wandering to her friends. I hadn't seen many come to her house but assumed there had to be some MILFs in that list. My mind was thinking about her step daughter too. "It obviously is no secret that I like women and Jennifer is open to me having sex with other women. Believe me, I'll come up with ways you can help me." 

I walked back to the bar and grabbed another beer. "Want another water?" I asked. 

"No." She answered. "What do you mean that you'll come up with ways for me to help you?" 

"How about you just get dressed and I'll let you know when I need to cash in." I answered. "Give me your cell number so I can get ahold of you whenever I want." 

She gave it to me and then started to get dressed. She turned her body around so I couldn't see the front. All of a sudden she was acting shy. But her ass! Wow did she have a nice looking ass. Up until this point I hadn't seen it. I had only felt it. I walked over and got right up behind her and grabbed her ass cheeks with both hands. I whispered in her ear, "Don't worry. I'm only doing what you did to me. And I promise that you'll have fun." 

At that, she got completely dressed in silence and headed out the door. I sat down at my desk very satisfied. I couldn't believe what just happened. I needed to watch some of the video and start planning how to use this to my advantage. 

Chapter 6 

I spent a few days researching and ordering some new equipment for my man cave. I wanted to set up some Wi-Fi and motion activated high definition cameras. I bought some hidden cameras because I felt like they would be best for my needs. I found a smoke detector camera that I placed right above the couch. I found a camera built into a clock to replace the one I had on the bar, and I got a camera that doubled as a tissue box to go on my bookshelf. All in all, I spent about a grand. But it was money well spent in my opinion. 

I overnighted it all and set it up immediately when it showed up. After testing it thoroughly it was now time put it into action in some way. I knew that I could just call up Melanie or Kelly and have them here pretty quickly. So I decided to call up the neighbor Kelly. I had two reasons: first, I wanted to do her doggie style. I really did like seeing her super fine 50-year-old ass. Second, Jennifer and I were heading out to Vegas the next weekend and I really wanted Kelly to have her step daughter house sit for us. I really didn't want to pay her either so that was something I wanted her to figure out. 

A few hours later I met Kelly up in the loft. She was dressed more for the occasion than last time. She had on a loose skirt and a spaghetti strap shirt. She definitely didn't dress her age. But she looked really good in this outfit. 

I still hadn't told Jennifer about my first meeting with Kelly so I needed to keep this pretty short to avoid Jennifer catching us too. I knew I'd tell her eventually; I just didn't want to be caught in the act. 

"How are you today, beautiful?" I asked. 

"I'm doing ok. I was wondering if you were ever going to call. Did I wear you out last time?" She smiled. 

"I had a lot going on at work and I didn't want to piss you off too much." I answered. "But I didn't want you to forget about our little agreement so I figured today was as good as any. Plus, I need a favor already." 

"Besides making me cheat on my husband again?" She asked. 

"Don't pretend to be so high and mighty." I raised my voice. "You are the one who started this entire ordeal. If it wasn't for you, we still would hardly be talking. Now take your clothes off!" I demanded. 

She started taking off her top. "What is the favor?" She asked. 

"Jennifer and I are going to Vegas next weekend and I'd like your step-daughter to watch over the place." I said as I watched her get naked. "Would you be able to get her to do that for us? Sorry I don't even know her name." 

"It's Audrey." She responded now starting on her skirt. "I don't see why that would be a problem for her unless she is going to be gone with her friends that weekend." 

"Well let's make it happen. I'm banging her step-mom. I might as well get to know the rest of the family." I smiled. 

"No corrupting her though! She is a very good girl." She told me. "She is a 4.0 student even as a freshman at college. We don't need that changing. I'm pretty sure she is also a virgin so keep your hands off!" 

She didn't have any underwear on underneath her clothes. She was now completely naked and my cock started to harden. 

"Well she would have a nice pool to relax in and a house all to herself. It should be fun for her. Just no boys allowed." I said as I started taking off my shorts. 

I motioned for her to twirl around for me to see her entire body. She truly was a beauty. I always noticed she was attractive, but it seemed like she was even more so today. For her age, she didn't have a single wrinkle that I could see. When I saw her ass my dick sprung a bit more. 

I pulled her over to my favorite location which was the side of the couch and bent her over so her hands were resting on the arm rest. I licked my middle finger and reached down and rubbed her slit with it. I worked it around getting her nice and wet. I didn't want to waste any time so I spit on the inside of my hand, rubbed it all over the tip of my dick and started to go to work. I pressed it up against her bald pussy and was in it in no time at all. We both knew this was a 'wham bam thank you ma'am' screw so we made small talk as we were going at it. 

"Can you have Audrey call me or stop by tonight?" I asked as I thought about her cute blonde step daughter who was about 20 years younger than me. "I'd like to get it lined up quickly if possible. This is sort of a last minute business trip... oh shit you feel good!" I exclaimed as I started thrusting deeper. "Your ass is like a 20-year old's. So hot!" I reached around and grabbed her left tit. "So hot!" I repeated. 

"I'll tell her to stop, oooohhhh, by." She purred. "I don't need her asking how I have your number." 

She matched my rhythm perfectly. She was a great screw. "So she is a virgin, huh?" I asked. "Is she saving herself or what?" 

"Don't get any ideas! Ugghh." She responded. "I said I think she is a virgin. I'm not sure. She is just a good, uggggghhhh. Oh man that cock of yours fills me so good! Uh she is a good girl." 

"You are so tight. You must be telling me the truth about not getting laid much." I told her. "I'm getting closer to cumming." 

"Me too... go faster!" She said. 

I grabbed both hips and started working her faster and harder. I could fill my orgasm just around the corner. She started backing into me faster and faster and at that very moment she let out a loud moan, I shot my first load into her pussy and load after load followed until she completely milked me dry. We both came off of our high and I dismounted. 

"What a lay!" I told her. 

"You aren't so bad yourself. Even a quickie with you is better than foreplay and making love with Gary." She put an emphasis on the word 'love.' "Honestly when you turned the blackmail thing around on me I wasn't sure I wanted to do this again, but I think I could get used to this so long as nobody finds out." 




Landlord Benefits Pt. 02



"The video stays with me unless you don't cooperate with me. It's as simple as that." I explained. 

"You could just destroy it. I'll be your sex slave without it existing." She tried to convince me. 

"But I also like to watch them later for when I'm really horny and nobody is around." I joked. 

Chapter 7 

Jennifer was making dinner and I heard a knock on the front door. It was Audrey. 

"Audrey come in." I said as I stepped away from the doorway. 

"Hi there." She said nervously. "Kelly told me you wanted me to house sit next weekend?" 

I looked over at Jennifer and she gave me a confused look. "I ran into Kelly and thought that maybe Audrey would be able to watch our house while we are in Vegas." 

I turned to Audrey. "Would you be able to? I mean we have a pool that you are welcome to use. You'd have access to all the food in this place. My only rule is no guys over. Would that work?" 

"Would you mind if my friend Kate stays with me?" She asked. "I'd hate to stay here all by myself." 

"Oh yeah that is no problem at all." I answered. "We have the two guest rooms you both can use. Oh also just don't go into my loft. I have alcohol and stuff in there and I doubt Kelly and your dad would want you getting wasted over here." 

She agreed. We went over the small details and she left and went home. 

I explained everything to Jennifer including the sex with Kelly. "I know you said you wanted to be around but I didn't really think I had a choice at the time... especially if I wanted to turn it around on her like I did." 

She looked at me with a strange look but then smiled. "Thanks for telling me. Can I watch the video?" 

I went up and grabbed my laptop that had the original two videos with Kelly that I made into one nice video. I edited it to show the best angle at each moment. I was pretty proud of myself. I brought it to the house and set it on the kitchen table so Jennifer and I could watch it together. She stroked me as she watched it and I fingered her as well. We did that for a little while until without saying a word, she got up and pulled her shorts off and grabbed mine and pulled them off too. I sat back down and she sat right on top. We were both facing the laptop screen still. She guided my cock into her sweet, wet hole and started slowly moving up and down. This was one of the slowest and most sensual times we have ever had with one another. It was so slow, yet we were both so turned on with each other and the video before us of me screwing our neighbor. As the climax started to happen in the video, Jennifer and I also started climaxing. I painted the walls of her vagina with ropes of cum as well. I was starting to really feel like the stallion that she thought I was! 

Chapter 8 

We got back home from a great time in Vegas. It was mostly business, but we had some leisure time as well. They say, 'What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas' but I seem to have more fun at home lately. 

After putting my clothes and briefcase away, I went right up to my loft to grab a beer and check the camera that I placed in the window facing down at the pool. This was one of the original cameras that I replaced with the newer stuff. I had it just sitting around now and figured that I could see some hot young women swimming around in the skimpy bikinis so I set it up just before I left and closed the shades to hide it. 

I grabbed the memory card out of the camera and put it in my laptop. It too was set on motion detection so the only files on the card were created by something coming in front of the camera. It had thirteen files on it. I clicked on the first one and saw Audrey walk out to the pool. She took off her bathing suit cover-up and then laid her towel on the lounge chair. She then just simply laid down on her back on top of her towel. She was sporting a chartreuse colored bandini. I only know what it is called because Jennifer has one and I told her it is about my least favorite style of bikini. It doesn't show much as far as cleavage goes and that is probably why I don't like them that much. It really didn't matter in this instance though, because I was enjoying staring at this beautiful young goddess sitting on my lounge chair. I fast-forwarded the clip until it was finished. I clicked on the next clip. The motion must've been set off because she finally moved off her back and onto her stomach. I was greeted with an extremely nice young woman's ass. The bikini bottom she had on was the same color and it hugged her butt perfectly. I was just thinking that she must be shy because she has the whole yard to herself yet she hasn't taking off her top and bottom yet. Maybe she really is a good girl, I thought. 

I moved the clip forward again. Nothing changed. I went through three more clips and only minimal movements set off the motion sensor. I finally came to the seventh clip and was greeted by a beautiful young brunette along with two guys walking into the backyard. The guys walked up to the pool with only their bathing suits on and were carrying towels. They both looked to be the athletic type. The brunette had shoulder length hair and looked to have a pretty amazing coed body. I assumed the brunette is Audrey's friend, Kate. She pulled her shirt off revealing a more desirable black bikini with white around the edges. It was showing off all of her great attributes. From her C-cup tits to her mighty fine ass. She jumped in the water immediately and was followed by the two guys. Audrey just sat on the edge of her chair acting as if she was contemplating what to do. After a few moments, and probably some coaxing, she got up and dove into the water as well. 

I watched as they were conversing with one another with the occasional splash towards the others. The clip ended. So far I was disappointed a little but still enjoyed capturing people that had no idea they were being filmed. I clicked on the eighth clip. The motion must've been activated by Kate throwing her top out of the pool to the side followed by the guys throwing their bathing suits out of the pool. Audrey just laughed while they were obviously trying to coax her top off as well. I tried to get a good look at Kate, but the ripples of the water were too much to get a clear picture especially at this distance. Just then Audrey took her top off and threw it as well. Things were getting interesting. I just hoped my camera would get a good view when the girls got out of the pool! 

The splashing intensified as they were all probably a bit nervous with each other and likely turned on. One of the guys jumped up and playfully tackled Kate. She laughed a lot but then grabbed him and started kissing him. As they were kissing I could tell the other two were feeling out of place. I was guessing that Kate and this guy were together and were probably trying to get their friends hooked up as well. I watched as her right hand went underneath the water and could see a slight back and forth movement. This is starting to get interesting! I thought. 

Audrey said something to the other guy and they both got out of the pool revealing her very attractive and rather large tits with light colored areolas. He was trying not to stare but his massive erection gave him away. He put on his shorts and they both headed over towards the loft and I lost them from the camera's view. I continued to watch as Kate and the guy in the pool made out. After a little movement her bottoms went flying towards all of the other wet suits lying on the side of the pool. He lifted her up obviously placed her on his cock and they started having slow sex in my pool. She had her arms and legs wrapped around him and was kissing him very aggressively. I wonder if I can sell this on the internet...and if so, how much. Was my thought. I reached into my shorts and started rubbing my own cock. It was already semi-erect just watching these two young things going at it in my pool. After a while the clip ended. I guess they weren't moving fast enough to keep the camera going. 

I clicked on the ninth clip. It basically continued on from where they left off but at a much faster pace. They were both in a rhythm now and were obviously nearing expelling some seedlings in my pool. She arched her back backwards a bit and rode him to her completion for sure. All of a sudden she slowed way down and started kissing him again. 

The tenth clip showed both Kate and the guy she just screwed get out of the pool. They both put on their bottoms and then they both headed towards the loft before the clip stopped. 

The eleventh clip showed the two guys leaving from my loft stairwell area. 

The twelfth clip showed Audrey and Kate leaving from my loft stairwell area with their bikini bottoms in their hands. They walked over to the pool and got dressed and then left. I noticed that the timestamps were pretty far apart from the previous clip. 

I clicked on the final clip. It was of Audrey and Kate laying out by the pool again but in different bathing suits than before. I figured it must've been the next day and then I looked at the file creation date and verified when it was made. 

I started losing my hard-on but knew they had to have come into my loft and without their tops on so I quickly copied the files from the card to my laptop and then got out the card from the Kleenex box which I figured had the best view of the entire room. 

It only had one file on it so I clicked it. It showed perfect little Audrey walking into my forbidden loft, topless, along with the guy she didn't seem very comfortable with in the pool. She immediately went to the couch and pushed him down. "So you want a blowjob?" She asked him. She pulled his wet bathing suit off and started stroking his still rock-hard cock. She wasted no time and started giving him a pretty passionate blow job. He just laid there doing pretty much nothing. He didn't even make any noises. I'd have my hands all over that beautiful and nearly perfect young body of hers. 

She worked her magic and he blew his load in under two minutes. Amateur! I thought. But I'm not sure I would've lasted much longer at that age. She swallowed everything he had to give her and then got up and got a drink from the bar. I couldn't see what she poured from this camera but from the color of it I imagined it was from my expensive bourbon. This was one of the reasons why I really wanted her to stay away from my loft. She handed him a glass as well. "We aren't supposed to be up here but he'll never know as long as we don't break anything." I took a note of the time on the video. I knew that little phrase could come in handy for me later. 

There was some small talk between the two of them and unfortunately for him, they did not have sex. He had his shorts back on and she was still walking around topless. Moments later Kate and her guy came into the picture. The guys gave each other high fives like they were in junior high still and the girls just giggled. Kate walked over to the bar and came back with glasses for her man as well. I glanced away from the screen and over to my bar. I noticed that my bourbon was still full but the color looked off. It looked much lighter in color. I was starting to get angry. That bottle cost me over $100 and now it looked like it was diluted with water. 

I looked back down at my laptop screen. I heard everything they were saying but none of it was interesting at all. Just lame college stuff. These guys had two super-hot gals topless right in front of them and they were just talking. I was just shaking my head. 

A little while later the guys left the picture so I assumed they left the loft completely. The girls poured themselves another drink. I was just hoping, for their sake, that they didn't keep drinking this bourbon because it was pretty strong. 

"I've always loved your tits." Audrey said to Kate. "You blossomed before everyone else and we all wanted to have the same gorgeous tits as you." 

Kate looked over at Audrey and laughed. "Yours caught up pretty damn good. They are so beautiful." She laughed again. "The bourbon is already talking I think!" 

"So did you and Derick have sex in the pool?" Audrey asked. 

"You didn't hear us?" She laughed yet again. "Yeah he can't take just making out with me. It probably didn't help to have these babies pressed up against him." She grabbed both of her own tits and made a head gesture towards them. "He grabbed my bottoms and tossed them to the side of the pool. He did me really quickly. How about you? Did you and Jimmy do anything up here?" She asked. 

"I gave him a blowjob if that's what you call it." She answered. "He was pretty much a one pump chump. I couldn't believe how fast I got him off. He didn't try to have sex with me at all!" 

"So you are still a virgin!" Kate exclaimed. "You should've made the move!" 

"I pretty much forced him to let me give him a blowjob!" She answered. "I figured that was making the move! I don't think I would've wanted to lose it to him anyway. I honestly think he might be gay." 

"Why have you waited so long anyway?" Kate asked. Her words were starting to slur just slightly. Or maybe that was me just assuming so. 

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. I know my idea of waiting for that perfect someone is probably never going to happen. Luckily my thoughts have changed quite a bit since being in college. You know...YOLO." She laughed. 

Kate set her drink down, got up, and walked over towards Audrey. She reached out and grabbed Audrey's tits with both hands. "They are perfect! I love how light your nipples are. I also love the tan lines from your bathing suit." She told her. She started running a finger along the tan line on her tits. 

Audrey then took another sip. She set her drink down and grabbed Kate's tits as well. In my estimation, the girls probably wore the same cup size but were much different. Audrey's tits had a larger gap in between them. Kates didn't look fake but could probably pass as fake based on how round they were. Audrey had lighter tits and lighter nipples. Kate's nipples were a darker pink. All in all, both had amazing sets of tits. "Yours are so beautiful too." Audrey replied. "Derick is one lucky guy!" 

At that, Kate stood up and kissed Audrey on the lips. Immediately my cock started to harden. At first Audrey seemed surprised but then she kissed her back. Audrey opened up Kate's mouth with her tongue and started passionately kissing Kate. Kate was fondling Audrey's tits as Audrey reached back and grabbed Kate's firm ass. They continued to kiss like they've done this before. Kate released her hands from Audrey's perfect tits and stopped the kissing. She reached down and pulled her bikini bottoms off first, and then took off Audrey's bikini bottoms. Both beautiful girls were now naked in my loft. The loft that was getting more action in the past month than ever before. I was thrilled I was seeing it but was sad I wasn't part of it. 

Kate got on her knees and started licking the insides of Audrey's thighs. Audrey looked like she was on cloud nine. Kate put one of her fingers into Audrey's shaven pussy and I could tell Audrey loved what was happening. All of a sudden Audrey reached down and grabbed Kate by the shoulders and lifted her up. I started to think she was getting cold feet until she said, "Let's get on the couch. I want to taste you again!" 

They each got onto the couch. First Audrey laid down and then Kate got on top of her with her pussy right in Audrey's face. Audrey started to eat at Kate's recently plowed pussy while Kate ate out Audrey's never plowed pussy. I could hear the noises of wet pussy being licked. It was so hot for me to watch these young beauties go at it with each other and hearing those noises at the same time. I had my shorts around my ankles while I stroked my cock with my left hand. The girls looked like they've both been muff diving many times. They used their tongues, their fingers, and their noses. I kept wondering how a virgin is so experienced at blow jobs and cunnilingus but then realized that is probably how she kept herself a 'virgin.' She did it the catholic way; do everything else, just not vaginal intercourse. I wonder if that ass is a virgin too? I thought. 

I was looked down at my dick briefly as I stroked it, when heard a loud moan. I looked up at my screen and noticed that Audrey appeared to be giving Kate the 'shocker.' I couldn't see for certain, but I think that the loud moan was from when Audrey stuck her pinky finger into Kate's asshole. I could see her arm contorted a bit but she definitely had two fingers inside of Kate's pussy and even though I couldn't see her asshole from this angle, it appears as though the pinky was inside of it. I realized at that point that my smoke detector camera would probably give me a much better shot of this. 

The girls continued working on each other all while making various noises. There were some giggles here and there as well. Things started to intensify for Kate in particular and after a bit of writhing she seemed to reach full orgasm. She moaned so loudly that it made my laptop speakers crackle. She kept working on Audrey through her orgasm and moments later Audrey was writhing and moaning as well. As Audrey's tits shook on her body and as she moaned through her orgasm, I shot a load myself. I aimed it away from my laptop not wanting to ruin my screen or keyboard. About four long ropes of cum ended up on my desk and maybe some went farther. I made a mental note to clean it up after I finished watching. 

The girls giggled some more as Kate got off of Audrey. Kate bent over and kissed Audrey even more passionately than before. After a moment they both decided to clean up the loft and leave. Audrey indeed poured some water into my bourbon bottle and set it back on the shelf. They rinsed out all of the glasses and put them back where they got them. I made another mental note to grab them and take them to the house to wash them properly. They grabbed their bikini bottoms and left the loft. 

I pulled my shorts up and grabbed all of the memory cards from my cameras. I copied the contents onto my laptop and formatted the cards. I set them back into their appropriate slots and left the loft. I not only had videos to compile together within the next couple of days, but I had more blackmailing to do. This time with a sweet young college coed or two. 

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Stay tuned. I'll add more as time permits.



Landlord Benefits



"Well that was a fantasy come true." I admitted. 

"Tell me about it!" She responded. "Ever since I've moved in I've wanted that dick in me. I watch you work around the property and it turns me on like you wouldn't believe."

I was a little dumbfounded. I do consider myself above average in the looks department but I don't usually imagine younger women thinking of me sexually. But I'll take the compliment. Especially if this happens more often with her! Apparently the hours I spend at the gym each week are paying off.

I reached over and kissed her again. She was a sexy woman and that's all that was on my mind. 

Chapter 4

As our lips left each other's, I heard a car door slam. I peeked down at the driveway and saw that Jennifer was home! She is never home this early. I saw her walk into the house and knew it was only a matter of time before she came up to the loft.

"Quick get dressed. It is Jennifer!" I pleaded. Melanie rushed to put her work clothes back on. I grabbed the Victoria Secret box and stashed it behind the bar. I grabbed the unopened one and put it in its place. "Just stay put. It would look strange if you were running out of here now."

We both finished dressing. Melanie put her old stuff back on and shoved her new stuff in her purse. She sat down on the couch and I sat down by my desk. Just then the door to the loft opened and Jennifer poked her head in. "Matt...oh hi Melanie." She looked from her to me and had a slightly confused look on her face.

"Melanie came up to say hi. I guess she saw me walking up here." I lied. "She is having a little bug problem in the apartment but I just sprayed so I'm sure they'll be dead shortly."

That seemed to convince her. "What is this box here?" She asked.

"Oh that was supposed to be a surprise. I ordered you a little something but we can open it up later." I nodded towards Melanie as if to tell Jennifer it was too personal.

"No how about we open it now? I love surprises and I'm sure Melanie has seen stuff from Victoria Secret before." She looked over at Melanie who just nodded her head in agreement.

She opened the box to exactly the same items I had purchased for Melanie but to accommodate her larger size breasts and body.

I glanced over at Melanie and she gave me a dirty look. I just grinned. What was I supposed to say? This was a total cover my ass move in case Jennifer ever saw my credit card bill.

Jennifer smiled and said, "I love it! Can I try it on?"

"You mean right now? In front of Melanie?" I asked.

She looked over at Melanie as if to contemplate her options. "Do you mind Melanie?"

"No not at all. But I don't want to be an imposition to you both." Melanie responded.

"Oh not at all. Maybe this will help us all get to know each other a little better." She laughed.

So just like that Jennifer started undressing in front of the girl that I was just balls deep in and didn't have a clue. I watched Jennifer unbutton her white blouse and it got me thinking "what if?" She got all of the buttons undone and took her shirt completely off exposing her white bra. Her tits looked magnificent. I couldn't get tired of those twin beauties.

"Here let me get that for you." I jumped up from my desk chair already with a semi and unhooked her white bra for her. I then unzipped her skirt from the right side and it slipped to the floor. She wasn't wearing any underwear. "Do you always go to work with no underwear?" I asked.

She laughed. "Don't worry; I sit behind the same desk all day long. Nobody would ever know. Plus it saves me from having to wash underwear each day." She did have a point.

She slid the boy shorts on and they hugged her fine ass so well. She grabbed the bra and put it on. She didn't really need the push up aspect of the bra but it had a positive effect on her tits as well. She twirled around and asked, "So, how do I look?" 

I blurted out, "Amazing" at the same time that Melanie said, "Gorgeous!" I glanced over at Melanie and she was staring at Jennifer.

"You are so beautiful." Melanie said. "I wish I looked half as good as you do!"

"Are you kidding me?" Jennifer responded. "You are gorgeous. I'd give anything to have as nice of an ass as you! I see the way that Matt stares at you sometimes!"

"Break it up love birds." I said laughingly. "This is getting out of hand. You are both amazing looking women in your own ways. I'm hard just thinking about it." I admitted.

"Oh you are saying our tenant gets you hard?" Jennifer teased. "Did you hear that Melanie? Your old landlord wants to bone you! I told you he thinks you are hot!" She laughed.

"I'm not blind." Is all I could muster.

"Hey Melanie get a look at his cock." Jennifer pointed to my boner. "Any ideas what we should do with it?"

I could see that Melanie was confused. She wasn't quite sure if this was some sort of trap. I was also confused. 

"Uh..." I was pretty speechless.

"Don't be shy Matt. If she gets you hard then let's have some fun." Jennifer said. "Is that ok with you Melanie?" She asked.

"I am pretty turned on right now but this is all new to me." She responded. "I mean; you are my landlords. And I've never done stuff with someone in front of their wife or girlfriend."

"Well join in if you feel like it. I need that cock filling me up right now." Jennifer made her way towards me. She wasted no time pulling my shorts down. My dick sprung up as she pulled them down.

Even though I was plugging Melanie not to long before this, it was a weird feeling to have her see me having my cock rubbed by my girlfriend. At this point I was super thankful that Melanie put on her old underwear when we rushed to get dressed, but then realized that I likely had the special smell of Melanie on my cock. I immediately pulled away from Jennifer and could see that Melanie realized the exact same thing. 

"Melanie, how about you have a lick. Jennifer doesn't care." I begged.

Without missing a beat Melanie got on her knees and started sucking my cock as if it was her first time. I just needed her there long enough to make any smell that Jennifer found on my cock to not be questioned. Just then Jennifer got next to her and took a side. They both shared my cock and I couldn't see any question marks going on in Jennifer's head. I dodged a bullet. That could've been bad. Just then I remembered the cameras. I was hoping the bar camera was getting this because the one in the bookshelf was just getting a view of my ass.

I pulled Jennifer's bra back off and realized there was a lot of that going on today in this loft. Once it was off she asked Melanie to take her shirt off too. In short order, I was staring down at two beautiful women about 10 years apart in age, sucking my dick while topless. The thought of that along with Jennifer rubbing by balls sent me over the edge. I started shooting another load as Melanie was at the tip of my dick. She swallowed cum catching every last drop.

She looked over at Jennifer a little embarrassed. "I'm so sorry...I was caught in the moment."

Jennifer laughed, "Don't worry! That was awesome! But he has more in him I just know it! Plus he promised to do my ass the other night."

Jennifer hopped out of her underwear and motioned for Melanie to do the same. For the second time today I was staring at her beautiful red bush. Jennifer stared at her and said, "I swore your hair was dyed. I guess not." And we all laughed momentarily.

I walked to my desk drawer and grabbed some lube I had in there. I put it there thinking I'd use it on Melanie but ultimately I'll be using it on Jennifer.

Jennifer bent over the couch and prompted Melanie to come up next to her and stay in the same position as her. I was staring at two totally beautiful but completely different ass types. I was just hoping the camera on the bookshelf was getting this! Each ass looked equally inviting. Both pussies looked equally inviting for that matter. But apparently I needed to be in Jennifer's ass right now so I put some lube right on her hole and started working my middle finger into it. She breathed a little heavily and I could tell she was a bit uncomfortable. We had been dating for over 4 years now and the subject of anal sex has never come up. But now she is all about it for some reason. I put a bit of lube on Melanie's asshole too. I wiggled myself in between them both as I put the bottle down. I had a middle finger in each of their beautiful asses. I worked them both for a while. There were quite a few moans in the loft today. As I completely buried my middle finger into Jennifer she pleaded for me to stick my dick in there. Deciding to accommodate her wishes, I added some lube to my dick and worked it around the tip and shaft. I removed my finger from Melanie momentarily to grab ahold of my shaft. My cock started to enter Jennifer's ass for the very first time. I had that feeling that it would never get in there until she relaxed and I had her push out a bit. Then I got the mushroom tip in and was able to slowly work it forward from there. Before long I was making longer glides into her ass and she was starting to enjoy it. She put her hand on her own clit and started working herself up. I was beyond ready to blow my load but had some control left to where I could put it off. I worked my right middle finger into Melanie again. She started moaning also as she started to finger herself. She was glancing from Jennifer's face to my dick entering Jennifer's ass and back to Jennifer's face. I could tell she was very turned on. Jennifer turned to look at Melanie and almost instantaneously started to orgasm. She backed into my dick with a force and that caused me to start spewing my load all over the walls of her ass as well. I honestly could not believe how much cum I had to give today. My body was rejuvenating my supply so fast with all this beauty around me. Jennifer continued to spasm until her orgasm was over.

"I don't think I've ever cum that hard in my life." She said joyously.

"That was so intense." Melanie said. "I came too. That was so hot. I thought I was going to break Matt's finger off." She looked at me.

Honestly I didn't realize it. I was too busy with Jennifer to really notice my finger. I did notice her having the orgasm though and there is nothing more beautiful than seeing two beautiful women orgasm at the same time because of me.

We all just sort of said nothing for a little while. We laid there all spent. Jennifer crawled over to me and hugged me. "How was your first anal?" I asked.

"It was different than I expected. But I liked it!" She replied. "We'll have to try it some more."

"And now you are ok with me screwing other chicks?" I pointed to Melanie.

"Well I'd rather you screw her with me around, rather than while I'm at work like you were doing." She winked. "I'm not stupid. We share the same cell phone bill. I saw all of the messages. But as long as your heart is dedicated to me I don't mind if we use her as our little play thing." She smiled at Melanie. 

I don't know if Melanie had a clue what she was getting herself into. We all slowly started getting dressed to go about the rest of our day. And quite honestly, I had some camera footage that I couldn't wait to view...



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Landlord Loves My Fiancée Pt. 01



My fiancee and I were excited to be taking the next stage of our lives together. And that meant finding out a house. We had been searching for a long time but unfortunately nothing was available. And then one day, a dream posting popped up. A guest house in a wonderful neighborhood. How could we resist?

Melissa got out of the car and shielded her eyes as she looked at the house. I couldn't help feel so lucky, admiring her body. Her mocha skin, her thick thighs, her bubble butt in those short white shorts. Her adorable smile. Soft lips. Nerdy glasses. Black curling hair. As we walked up to the stairs of the house, I kept glancing slyly over at her bum, thinking about what new things we could try tonight.

We knocked on the door. An older man, thin with peppery hair, answered. He looked down at us and smiled.

"Oh you must be the young couple interested in the guest house," he said. He held out his hand and offered his name. I shook his hand and introduced myself.

"Hello, sir, my name is Mark. This is my fiancee Melissa."

Aflie beamed at her. "It's very nice to meet you, Melissa," he grinned and took her hand. Instead of shaking it, he leaned down and kissed her hand. Melissa's cheeks grew a bit rosy. I felt burning behind my ears but thought nothing of it.

He showed us around the estate, at the guest house in the back yard that was a nice and cozy den with one bedroom, one bathroom. Only the south living room window was facing away from the main house.

It was incredible. We couldn't imagine our luck. And at that price. After going on the brief tour, we sat in the backyard and he handed us background check papers. Melissa glanced at me and this was the moment that I was dreading. I explained that we did not have the best collective credit, but he patted me on the knee and said that would not be a problem. He and his wife are very understanding.

"You two seem like such nice kids, I would be happy to have you rent the place."

That's when he also placed a hand on Melissa's knee. She was looking up at him, smiling. But I felt uncomfortable. Like something was wrong. And I should have said something. But I didn't.

It bothered me. Him kissing her hand. Him touching her knee. But he wasn't doing anything wrong. Yet, it stuck in my head and when we got back to our place that night, it drove me wild and it's all I could think of while we were having sex.

And for some reason, it was some of our best.

A few days later, we got a call and Alfie said if we were still interested, we could move in. We were ecstatic. We boxed up all of our stuff and drove over to our new home. I was distracted on the drive over because Melissa had opted to wear her black leggings and a white tank top. I kept staring at my fiancee's legs, wanting to touch them. I told myself that the second we get all the boxes in, we would rush into the bedroom and I would peel those off.

When we arrived at the house, Alfie greeted us, wearing a Hawaiin shirt, shorts and sunglasses. He shook my hand and gave Melissa a hug. There was nothing wrong with it but I still got a little jealous. I told myself that I was just worked up over how great my fiancee looked. Alfie said he would open up the side gate for us so it would be easier for us to carry in our boxes.

We took some of our boxes and walked as Alfie lead us to the side entrance, opening the gate. He let us pass by him. I looked up and watched Melissa's ass jiggle with each step. I could barely handle it. But then I felt something to my right and realized that Aflie was walking right next to me, with Melissa in front of us. With his sunglasses on, I couldn't tell if he was staring at Melissa as well. The thought started to drive me insane. What was he thinking? Why was I so concerned?

Once we got to the house, Alfie pulled his sunglasses up over his head so I could finally see his eyes. Realized I had just been paranoid, and probably too worked up, I made small talk. I asked him about the neighborhood, how long he had lived here. And Alfie responded, except, after a little while, he seemed distracted. I glanced over my shoulder and saw that Melissa was perched over a box, crouching, showing off her incredible flexibility. But also, with her head down, looking into the box, her tank top was drooping and showing both of us her light blue bra.

Alfie and I were staring right down Melissa's top. Alfie gave me a naughty smirk.

"I hope you don't mind," he said, "married, not dead right?"

My face was white as a sheet. I had no response.

"You don't mind, do you?" he asked me, looking me right in the eyes.

"I- n-no, go ahead."

I don't know why I said that. I don't know what's wrong with me. But confirming that Alfie was indeed looking right at my fiancee's brown b cups at least made me feel not insane.

Melissa looked up.

"You guys okay?" she asked.

Aflie smiled. "Oh absolutely! We were just commenting on how we were not doing nearly enough work."

Melissa laughed and stood up, dusting off her hands onto her legs.

"Well there's an easy fix to that," she said," get working."

She turned around and a wave of relief washed over me. She was leaving the room. But then Alfie took a step forward.

"Oh my dear," he said," I think you have a little spider web on you."

Melissa froze. She is deathly afraid of spiders.

"Must have been from the side gate," he continued, "want me to get it?"

Before Melissa could even answer, he started to run his hands over my fiancee's ass. His hands followed the curve of her bubble butt. He swiftly brushed her ass and then gave it three spanks or so.

"You're all taken care of," he said, his voice so kind that no one would ever have suspected him of being anything but helpful.

"I am showering right now," Melissa stated and darted to the bathroom, still feeling spider webs on her skin.

Alfie walked back to me and put a hand on my shoulder.

"That was alright, wasn't it? I just want to make sure we have an understanding."

I stared up at him blankly. "S-sure," I muttered. I was so out of my element.

"Good," he said with a sigh of relief, "because the second I saw your wife in those little white shorts I wanted to fuck her so badly. Oh those were such hot shorts."

His grip on my shoulder increased as he went on.

"They were just see through enough to where I could spy her panties and mmmm I disappeared in the bathroom and jerked off twice thinking about her before coming out to give you the lease papers."

At this point I was shaking.

"And her titties. Dear god those those are incredible little titties. I bet you play with them all the time."

He held out his hands to show me how he would play with my fiancee's breasts before placing his hands back on my shoulders.

"You're a very lucky man. And I appreciate you letting me enjoy your wife. I really do. I'm glad we have an understanding."

Suddenly Melissa poked her head out of the bathroom and called out to me.

"Hun, can you run me a towel?"

Sweating, I broke away from Alfie's physical contact.

"I should uh-"

Alfie smiled and put his hands in the air. "I'll leave you two to get settled. By the way, your number is the one on the lease, right? For emergency purposes?"

I nodded.

"Well then, enjoy the place. You two should come over tonight for dinner. I'll make something really good."

He stepped out and smiled at me, and waved to Melissa, who stuck her arm, still dripping from the shower, out to wave back.

Then Alfie left. I was surprised. I thought he'd try to stick around or hand her the towel. I rummaged around until I found our linens and ran a towel over to Melissa. She smiled when I came over and opened the door, revealing herself to me. And Alfie was right, I was incredibly lucky.

Just then I got a text message. I ignored it. 

"So shall we break in our new place?" Melissa asked, kissing me, putting my hand on her bare ass.

"I think that's a great idea," I answered, so worked up.

But then I got another text message.

"Something wrong?" Melissa asked.

"I'm sure it's nothing," I said, completely distracted.

"Good," Melissa grinned as she wrapped her arms around me, pulling me to the ground.

****

After we had finished, I reached around for my jeans and pulled them towards me. My phone slipped out of my pocket. Remember the texts, I decided to check them. Both were from an unknown number. The first message was "curtains."

Confused, I deleted it. The second was from the same number. I opened it.

It was a message that read "Looks as good as it feels. Dinner's at 6."



Landlord Loves My Fiancée Pt. 02



By the time dinner time had rolled around, I was a nervous wreck. I was sweating all over. The thought of Alfie leering at my love was too much for me to handle. I kept thinking back to his hand patting her bottom through her leggings. How it had made me feel.

I was so ashamed. I couldn't get the image out of my head. 

Somehow I pulled myself out of that mental loop as Melissa walked into the room. She was in a thin denim dress that looked almost like a robe because she had a fabric belt that was holding the piece together. The dress was shorter than I would have liked. If it ended an inch or two higher, it would look like a glorified shirt. Melissa's thick brown thighs were on full display. And my eyes went straight for them. They continued to trail down to her boots. 

For a second I forgot about everything and just considered how lucky of a man I was.

She checked her watch. 

"Come on, we should get going. Alfie is waiting!"

My throat got dry again. This was a terrible idea. What was I doing? Why was I letting this older man leer at my wife? 

Before I could say anything, Melissa was heading to the door. I was behind her. 

Thoughts were not going through my mind. I could hear my own breath. It felt like an eternity before we got to the door.

Alfie opened it instantly. He beamed. 

"Hello, my dear!" he said and gave Melissa a hug in front of me. 

She hugged him back. Stepping back, she handed over a bottle of wine.

"You shouldn't have," he said, smiling. He seemed genuine and nice.

"It's the least we can do!" Melissa replied back. "Should I take off my shoes or-"

"Oh no no, head right on in," Alfie responded. Melissa walked into the house. It was my turn to greet Alfie. I looked up and shook his hand. He shook mine back, acting as if nothing was going on. 

I started to walk in but then Alfie grabbed my shoulder. He leaned over to my ear. 

"Now those are some fuck me boots if I've ever seen them." 

All the air left my lungs. I felt like I couldn't breathe. 

Alfie laughed to himself and walked ahead of me. After a few seconds, I gathered my strength and walked into the living room. Melissa was looking at some paintings. Alfie was asking her about art. He told her to sit as she grabbed the bottle of wine to open. It was all so normal and yet so terrible. 

After popping the bottle open, Alfie asked me if I wanted some. I said no. He poured a glass and walked over to Melissa, handing it to her as she was sat on the sofa. She smiled and took it. He lingered. Walking back to the kitchen, he winked at me. 

Curious, I walked over to Melissa. Standing from Alfie's previous spot, I realized he could see down my wife's top at a decent percentage of her bra and chest. Her brown cups hugged by her lilac bra. 

I collapsed onto the arm chair, not able to hold myself up. Alfie came over and sat next to me. Melissa sipped her wine and asked more about the items around Alfie's house. He pointed to the coffee table book and said it was one of her favorites. 

Melissa leaned forward to check it out. And because of the way her dress was designed, the parting of the dress fell into her lap and her panties came into full view as she opened the large book. 

"Oooh that's it," I heard Alfie mutter under his breath.

It was as if Melissa had lifted her dress for Alfie to see her tiny delicate panties. Having to spread her legs to lean forward, he was getting a clear view.

"Actually that's a uh... the painting over there is better!" I managed to squeak trying to get Melissa to move. Melissa turned to her side. I could feel Alfie's stare at the back of my head.

But instead of sitting and staring, Alfie got up and grabbed the painting from the wall and walked over, holding it in front of Melissa. 

"That's lovely!" Melissa exclaimed. 

"Truly is," Alfie responded, blatantly looking down Melissa's top. 

"You know what, I just realized, I'm not feeling well," I stammered as I bolted up and grabbed Melissa's hand. "Thank you so much Alfie but we must get going."

He smiled back. "I understand." 

Melissa looked confused as I lead her outside. Alfie followed but stopped at his doorway.

"Rest up," he said, "who knows what will happen tomorrow." 

************************

Back in our apartment, Melissa asked what's wrong. I had no answer for her. This was all too much for me. I had no idea where this was going. She shrugged it off and got into sleeping clothes.

Together, we got in bed. Laying there, she kissed me and said that everything was going to be alright. Finally, I conceded that she was right. 

"Hmmm," she said as I was dozing off, "I wonder what I'm going to do tomorrow. I could either do laundry or go for a swim. Oh well, that's for tomorrow." 

And with that we fell asleep.



Landlord Loves My Fiancée Pt. 03



The next morning is when everything changed. It was the start of my entire world spiraling out of control. Up until then, my fiancee and I had had a close relationship. There had been no one else. I took pride in the fact that no one had seen her body except for me. And I had not been with anyone but her. We were going to get married in a few months. We had the date set. And everything was perfect.

But then Alfie came into our lives. 

I woke up in the morning got dressed for work. Melissa was still asleep. I looked down at my wife. 26, light brown skin, fit body. Sleeping in her shirt and panties. She turned and I stared at my wife's ass, smiling. I was so lucky. But then I remembered Alfie patting it. How he had made my wife's backend jiggle with each pat. It was like he was spanking her in front of me. 

I did everything I could to shake off the image. 

Walking out to my car, I prayed I would avoid Alfie. But unfortunately he was up and out, doing some gardening. 

"Morning!" he beckoned to me, as if nothing was unusual between us. I just smiled and nodded, trying to fish my keys out in time. They were lost somewhere in my pocket. 

"You playing with yourself there?" he laughed, staring at my hand running along the lining of my pocket. My face turned red. I was frozen. 

Alfie stood up and dusted off his hands onto his pants. I was too stunned to find my keys, I couldn't escape.

"Speaking of which," he continued, "between us guys, I just have to tell you, I had a dream about Melissa last night. I'm so sorry, I feel like it would be dishonest not to tell you."

I didn't want to hear this. At least, I shouldn't want to hear this. I tried to get away from Alfie but he has this ability to always get in your way. 

"She was wearing this nice little nightie. I came in because I said I had heard a noise. But then I was stuck looking at your fiancee's plump thighs. Mmmm. And she didn't mind. So I let my eyes drift upwards. Her perky b cups fit into a thin nightie. She said thank you for always keeping an eye on me, and ran up and gave me a hug. My hands were just at the bottom of her nightie and, hey man, I'm so sorry but my hands slid up and lifted the back of her nightie and I felt her gorgeous ass. Again, at least."

He paused to study my face. I was almost out of breath. 

"Well then of course it all kinda escalated from there. I pulled her onto the counter top and she opened her legs to me and said 'Alfie! I want you inside me!' And she yanked off my pants and right there in your kitchen I slid into your wife. Oh she was so feisty. And so tight." 

Sweat was pouring down from my face. Alfie saw this and laughed. 

"So anyway, I just wanted to tell you this and run a little test." 

Then, all of a sudden, Alfie's hand landed on my crotch. I jumped back but it was too late.

He smiled. "Hard, huh. So you like that idea." 

I yanked my keys out of my pocket.

"I have to go to work." 

I turned around and got in my car and drove off. My head was so mixed up. Looking back, I should have stood my ground. I should have said something. But instead I ran. 

-----

The rest of the day for me was spent at work. But Melissa worked from home and therefor she would spend most mornings heading out for a cup of coffee and a light grocery run. Since it was a nice sunny day she wore jeans and a tank top with a torn up back. 

She also had a messenger bag (she doesn't believe in purses) and the strap ran down the middle of her chest, emphasizing the fact that she wasn't wearing a bra. While walking to the shop, she heard someone mutter "seat belt effect" but she had no idea what that meant and didn't realize it was in reference to her.

She did her grocery store trip (where I'm sure tons of men stared at her ass when she turned around or glanced at her chest when she wasn't looking) and headed back. Once she got back to the house, she checked her messenger back and realized that she had forgotten her key. She cursed herself and walked over to the front door and knocked on it. 

Alfie answered almost too quickly and grinned at her. "Forgot your key, I imagine." Melissa laughed and said "Yeah." 

He stepped back to let her in. "I have one spare. I'll give it to you but if you lose it, that's it, we're out of luck."

Alfie walked over to a cabinet, opened it up and pulled out a key. He walked back and handed it to her. Melissa beamed. "Thank you so much," she said as she gave Alfie a hug. 

But this jostled something in Alfie's mind. He remembered his dream. And as his arms touched her back and he realized she wasn't wearing a bra, it became too much for the man. 

She stepped back and held the key up. "I will guard this with my life," she said. 

Alfie looked her up and down. "By the way, Melissa, you are looking great." 

She blushed a bit. "Thank you," she said, "I do a lot of walking." 

"That will definitely keep you fit," he replied. "Not that you need help. Those stand out on their own."

Melissa, who had been half paying attention, asked "Sorry?"

"I said that those stand out on their own." And that's when Alfie went too far. He reached out and, before Melissa could even react to the situation, he reached out and touched the bottom of my fiancee's right breast, moving his hand up and down, jiggling it. 

Melissa's jaw dropped. 

"Look at that. Flawless. You seriously do not need a bra." 

Melissa took a step back. Her face was beet red. 

"Oh I'm so sorry, dear," Alfie chuckled, "as a doctor, I'm really too comfortable with the human body. I apologize if that was uncalled for." 

Melissa crossed her arms. 

"That- it's- I should probably get going." 

She turned around and walked out. Watching her go, Alfie licked his lips.

He watched her walk out and into our apartment. He heard a door close. And then a few minutes the back door open. He assumed Melissa had left. So he went back to the cabinet, opened it and looked at the second spare key he had kept for himself. 

-----

Melissa was humiliated. How could something like that have happened? She felt horrible. There was only one thing that would make her feel comfortable at the time. She knew exactly what it was. Behind the guest house was a private little pool, like an olympic pool only a little bigger. It was walled off. The only way to get to the pool was through our apartment. Melissa put away the groceries and walked towards the pool kicking off her shoes, her socks, undoing her jeans, pulling down her panties and taking off her top. 

Naked, Melissa jumped in the pool and started swimming. 

-----

Meanwhile, Alfie came around the house, pulled the spare out of his pocket and walked into the apartment. He took it all in. Finally breaking a solid rule of trust, he had entered his tenant's space. It felt fun to him. He took his time walking around. Wondering where we had had sex. 

He walked into the bedroom and grinned. Pulling out his phone, he snapped a picture of the bedroom. He clicked a few buttons and waited.

At that time, I was in a meeting. My phone was on silent but I still felt the buzz. I waited a second and checked it. My face went white. It was a picture of my bedroom. I text back and asked who this was. 

The next picture was of our drawers. I asked again who this was. 

The next picture was of a man opening Melissa's panties drawer. Then one of him holding up a pair of skimpy panties. Another of him touching her bras. 

It occurred to me that it had to be Alfie. I was enraged. This was too far. I got up and said that I had an emergency. Stepping out of the office, I called and Alfie answered. 

"I love what you've done with the place," he said over the phone. I yelled at him, told him to get out but then he went quiet. He said he heard some splashing.

Alfie hung up and walked to the living room. He peered out the living room window and suddenly his life got so much better. He saw Melissa swimming in the pool. Naked.

Her body was blurred out by the splashing water but he could tell she was naked. She was swimming around, practicing strokes. Alfie watched her, his eyes glazed over.

His hands found their way to his pocket and he moved his hand around while watching my fiancee enjoy her privacy.

It took me 17 minutes to get home. In those 17 minutes, Alfie watched Melissa swim around. When he heard the door open, he knew his fun was over and I stormed in. I kept pushing him and yelling at him, pushing him in the hallway. We somehow ended up in the bedroom. Alfie knew that he had gone too far. 

But then we heard the living room door open. I stopped instantly. I wasn't supposed to be home. Footsteps were coming our way. Alfie grabbed my arm and pulled me into the closet. He shut it slowly and we peered through the slats as the footsteps got closer.

Then, Melissa walked in.

Naked. 

Still dripping wet from the pool.

I started shaking. Alfie's hand covered my mouth so I couldn't speak as Melissa walked in. Her bare brown b cups in plain view, her flat tummy, her shaved snatch. She grabbed a towel and turned around, her bare ass facing us. 

He whispered in my ear "I want to spank that so badly." 

Tears formed in my eyes. 

Melissa turned around again. Her arms up, drying her hair. 

Alfie leaned in again. "Earlier this morning, I touched Melissa's tit. Oh it was glorious. I jiggled her titty and she didn't stop me. I think she liked it."

I couldn't handle this. Melissa walked out of the room and I bolted from the closet. I pointed at Alfie about to say something but Melissa ran back in. Alfie shut the closet door seconds before she was back in the room. She jumped when she saw me. 

"Honey!" she cried.

I looked at her. At my sweet fiancee. Words couldn't get out of my mouth.

"Hey baby," I said, "g-got off of work early. How's your day been."

Melissa looked at me. Staring at me. It was like she had something very important, very personal to say. But she shook it off, took a step forward and said "Touch me. Right here." 

She pointed at her right cup. 

My mouth was so dry. "But I-"

Melissa took my hand and it put under her right breast. She made me jiggle her naked tit. And as I did, she moaned. 

I don't know what happened. Or why. But suddenly we were both tearing off my clothes. She hopped on the bed, opened her legs. "I want you inside," she said. 

It was just like Alfie's dream. Oh god. I walked up to my fiancee and kissed her. My back to the closet. I was so close to doing it too, but I stopped.

"No, I said."

"No?" she asked. 

"No," I said again.

And I took Melissa's hand. I turned her. I got behind. And we started having sex, doggy style, with our right side to facing the closet. Melissa began moaning so loudly. I looked up and saw Alfie's eyes watching my entire fiancee's body jiggle, on fully display for him.



Landlord Loves My Fiancée Pt. 04



I couldn't believe that I had let Alfie watch Melissa and me have sex. He had sat there in the closet, watching Melissa was on all fours and I was behind her, sliding in an out. He had listened to her moaning, watching my hands slide up and down her body. After we had finished, I forced him to leave silently.

And since then, things were getting worse. When we'd bump into Alfie while taking out the recycling or something, he'd be a sweetheart to Melissa. But the second she turned around, he'd pull be close and whisper things like "God, I'd love to fuck your wife doggy style, like you did in front of me." Or "Mmmm can you imagine Melissa sucking on my cock. She'd look so sweet."

One day while Melissa was in the pool, Alfie walked up and waved to her so she'd wave back, just so he watch her chest move. Then he said to me "Just think of how fun it would be to titty fuck your wife right here."

I had to be strong. I had to figure out a way out. And I was getting close. I was putting together a plan that would get Melissa and me into our own place, where we could finally put this all behind us.

But then came the day we went to go see the movie.

I don't remember what movie it was to be totally honest. Some dumb comedy that wasn't worth our money. But it was a date night so we decided to get drunk and see it anyway. It was so bad that we got drinks again afterwards. Melissa got pretty tipsy and I myself couldn't walk straight. All I remember thinking was that her soft brown skin looked incredible in that short flowy white dress.It was an incredible dress, short enough to be sexy without looking slutty. I wanted to touch her the whole night. It clung to her body perfectly.

I was getting ideas as to what to do at home the second we got back from the film.

We had planned on drinking so we had left the car at home and instead were calling an Uber. To save money, we used Uber ride share. Melissa is shorter than me so she sat in the middle. The driver was friendly enough, mostly in his own world. But half way through the drive, we stopped to pick up someone else. A total stranger. I never got his name. Older fit gentleman in a business suit. The second he got in, he was eyeing Melissa. Blatantly staring at her tits. Checking out her legs. He knew we were drunk. He was asking her all sorts of questions, where she's from, her race, nationality, if she works out. After a few minutes, the Uber driver reminded him to put on his seat belt.

He laughed to himself and apologized. He looked around for the place to plug it in. Melissa was sitting on it. He knew this. At least I'm pretty sure he knew this. But he took this opportunity to run his hand from Melissa's knee to the bottom of her white dress, along her soft leg, looking for the buckle. My face turned red. Melissa was too drunk to notice the violation.

The stranger looked at me, with his hand still touching Melissa's leg. I did nothing. I should have said something, or sneered back, but I didn't. He smiled.

He poked a bit under butt to look for the buckle. He even bit his lip to communicate "thinking." When this resulted in no buckle, he slid his hand under Melissa's right thigh again, touching my fiancee in front of me. I was growing extremely hot under the collar but I didn't say anything.

Melissa started to catch on that he was having trouble with the buckle and said "Oh, here, let me help," turning and leaning towards me. My eyes went straight for this man's face and from his expression, I could tell that Melissa was leaning enough to flash him a bit of her pantied ass. Half of her soft brown ass was showing in her tiny blue panties.

"Hmm, it is so dark in here," he said. The driver asked if he needed light but he said he was okay. He slid his hand down. It touched Melissa's ass. Not dress. Ass.

I could see his fingers poking the buckle.

"Still can't find it," he sighed. He took out his phone and shone a light on the seat. It flashed. It flashed again.

He was taking pictures of Melissa's exposed panties. And I wasn't stopping him.

Finally he found the buckle and clicked in his belt. Melissa sat back up. But in all the bustle, the top of her dress had moved and now this man, sitting next to her, could look to his left and see Melissa's bare tits. I knew this because I could see her bare tits. He licked his lips and asked her about her age, where she had gone to college, what she had studied, etc. All while watching her braless boobs jiggle with every bump we hit.

This stranger, this total and complete stranger, was looking right down at my fiancee's nipples.

My mind was racing. I thought of him leaning down and kissing Melissa's nipples in front of me. Of him just reaching out and touching her breasts. Exposing them to the driver. Of him taking the top of Melissa's head and moving it down to his lap where he'd take out his cock and I'd watch her head bob up and down while he moaned.

Of him titty fucking my fiancee, like Alfie had said. I was about to explode.

Finally, mercifully, we got to his stop. He said he had to get out and asked Melissa to lean again, this time putting a hand on her hip, guiding her. She obeyed, turning to the side. But this time, with his hand on her dress, he shifted it to see her entire ass. 

I heard him mutter "Oh yes."

He sat there, staring at Melissa's ass. He would occasionally look back up at me to acknowledge exactly what he was doing.

His hand went down as his knuckles graced her cheeks, riding his pointer finger along the middle of Melissa's panties. As he unbuckled his belt, he turned his hand and let his fingers drag against her ass.

I felt Melissa, leaning up against me, change. Something in her body. She had suddenly realized that he had been perving, and that she had allowed it. As he got out, he gave her a little spank. Like Alfie had.

Then he blew her a kiss and got out.

We arrived back at our apartment, both confused. Melissa disappeared into the bedroom and walked out in just a shirt and the panties. She stood in the kitchen, making herself a pb&j while I struggled to say anything. Eventually I just got down to my boxers and walked up behind her, kissing her neck.

After a few moments of silence, Melissa spoke.

"He touched me."

I instantly got hard. I didn't mean to but I did.

"What do you mean?" I asked, trying to play the fool.

"The man in the car. He touched me."

"W-what do you mean," I asked again.

"When he was reaching for the belt, his hand touched my ass."

"Above or b-below your-"

"He touched my bare ass. I mean I have panties on but his hands felt my bare skin."

"Are you okay?" I asked.

"I feel so violated. Him touching me, right there, with you in the car, it was like him saying that my body wasn't mine but for him to enjoy."

I got even harder. Then I went silent.

She turned her neck to see my face.

"It wasn't my fault," she said.

"I know it's not. It's his. That's horrible."

"Are you mad?"

"Y-yeah."

She could also tell that I was turned on.

"What are you thinking about right now?" she asked.

I wanted to tell her that the next time we're in a car with someone else, I want her to slide her top off and show them her breasts. I wanted to say that she should bend over my lap and let some stranger slide off her panties. I had a million things to say about sucking and fucking, so much so that my mind was going into static. I didn't even realize what I had said until she made me repeat it.

"What was that?"

"I," I stammered, "what do you mean? What did I say?"

"You said 'Alfie'," she answered. "What about him?"

My mouth went so dry. I should have stopped. I should have said it was late and we were drunk but instead I kept talking. "He seems to like you."

She blushed. "I'm surrounded by perverts."

"What do you mean?" I asked again, realizing how redundant I sounded.

"He stares at me," she answered.

I don't know why but I asked more. "Where?"

"My chest. My butt, when I'm turned around."

I was sweating, hearing my girl admit that she knew Alfie was a pervert. "Where else?" I asked.

Melissa's face was impossible to read, but she kept responding. "My legs. My tummy. My lips."

This was insane. I couldn't believe we were having this conversation.

"You look very uncomfortable" she said to me.

"No, no," I responded, "I mean, this just sounds terrible for you, you know."

"I'll tell him to stop," she replied.

"Wait no," I stammered. "Don't. I think it might be fun to... play with him a bit. You know, tease him."

Melissa stared into my eyes. I think that she knew at that moment how much this was turning me on.

She pushed her ass against me.

"It turned you on, didn't it?"

"What part?"

"That man touching me."

My throat was so dry. Melissa was pushing up against me so much that I almost fell back.

"Yes," I finally admitted.

"I can still feel his hands. He got a good feel of both cheeks. He felt me just like this."

She pulled my hands down to her ass and had me cup both of her cheeks.

"Then," she continued, "he poked me with his middle finger. He poked me a few times."

She slid off her panties.

"I think," she kept going, "I am going to tease Alfie tomorrow. Do you like that?"

"Oh fuck yes," I stammered, my face white.

"You wanna fuck right now?"

"Yes honey I do."

"Fuck me like Alfie is watching."

And we had it right there in the kitchen.

*****************************

The next day I was shaking. Melissa had said nothing to me when we woke up. I didn't know how to react so I went outside and sat by the pool. Eventually Alfie joined me.

"Morning," he said, grinning.

"Morning," I replied.

"Your sexy wife around?"

"She'll be out in a second."

"Good," he said, "god I'd love to slip a finger in her."

I didn't even have time to cover my hard on. Alfie laughed. But his laughter stopped the second Melissa walked out of our apartment. She wandered over in a large shirt.

"Morning, boys," she said.

"Good morning, Melissa," Alfie responded. I could tell he was stealing glances at Melissa's thick thighs.

Melissa kicked off her sandals. "I think I'm going to go for a swim," she said.

"Perfect weather for it," Alfie answered.

Melissa nodded and turned around, her back to us, and slipped the shirt over her head. My jaw dropped.

My fiancee was in a tiny g string. Her perfect ass facing Alfie. He lowered his sunglasses and sat forward. Melissa bent down to move her sandals, the string all but disappearing.

She stood back up and turned around. Her brown b cups were spilling out of the bikini top that was two sizes too small for her. Alfie looked her up and down.

"Wanna go for a dip, Alfie," she asked. She held out her hand. He took it. As she pulled him up, her whole body jiggled. She lead him towards the pool, walking ahead of him, letting him enjoy the view of her ass. Waist deep in the water, she started picking up handfuls of it and pouring it over her head, her arms held up so Alfie could just stare at her breasts.

"Pour some water on my back," she said as she turned her back to him. Alfie eagerly started dropping water on her, not looking back at me for a second.

Melissa giggled with him, splashing water on him, touching his chest. She was playing with him and he was eating it up.

Finally, she decided she'd had her fun and started walking out. She got to the edge of the pool and smirked at me. My face was white as a sheet.

But then Melissa jumped. I looked up to see that Alfie had reached out and was pinching Melissa's ass with his whole hand.

"Oh that is so good," he said as he gave her a spank. I saw my fiancee's thighs jiggle as my landlord spanked her. He did it again and again.

Melissa bit her lip at me and then turned around. She wrapped her arms around Alfie's neck and kissed him. He kissed her back, his hands at her hips.

He held her, dripping wet from the pool. Alfie looked her up and down, taking in every detail of her body. Then he turned her around, pulling her against him, pushing his hard on against her ass. "Oooooh yeah," he said, rubbing in circles. "Mmmm, that's it."

Melissa bent over just a bit, to tease him. His hands ran up her side and to her chest where he cupped her tits. I heard Melissa moan a little. In a flash, Alfie undid the back of her bikini top and it fell into the water. Melissa bent over to grab it and Alfie held her hips, letting her bend over into his hard on.

"That's it girl, that's it!"

Before Melissa could grab her top, Alfie turned around to face him. He looked at her bare chest and reached out his hand. He jiggled her right cup, then her left. He watched her nips go hard. Then he blew on her chest, making her small brown nips even harder. Before she could say anything, he lowered his hands. SPLAT! I remember hearing it before seeing it. Her swimsuit bottom was at her ankles. She was bottomless. And Alfie was smiling more. He looked intent. I'm not sure how it happened, how we let it happen, but Alfie stuck out his pointer finger, started to move it up Melissa's thighs and in a second, he was sliding his finger into my fiancee. Right there. In front of me.

"Oh god!" she yelled as Alfie grinned. His finger disappeared in her.

"Mmmm oh yeah, oh yeah," he muttered as he pulled her close, looking over her shoulder at her bare ass. "Oh yes," he kept repeating.

Melissa looked at me first. Shocked. No idea what to do. Alfie's free hand went to my fiancee's exposed ass as he touched it. Oh he touched it. He stroked her ass. He spanked it. He pinched it. All out there in the open. All while sliding his finger in and out of her.

Alfie started to finger fuck my fiancee. He lifted one leg up to let himself get even deeper. Melissa was in shock, but was also bouncing on his hand. Alfie stuck out his pinkie and it managed to slip into her ass. I watched right there on the pool chair as Alfie maneuvered a shocker on my fiancee.

"Alfie! Alfie!" Melissa began to cry.

I didn't know what to do.

"Oh Alfie!" Melissa cried again.

Alfie lowered his head and started to flick her nipples with his tongue. Melissa's head was back.

My naked fiancee getting fingered by my landlord.

"ALFIE!" Melissa screamed.

Then it happened. Alfie spun Melissa around, put his hard on against her, his shorts against her naked skin, his fingers slipping inside of her. He turned her to look at me and gave Melissa a swift spank on her right cheek, the one facing me. And Melissa came.

"ALFIE! FUCK! FUCK! OH FUCK ALFIE! OH HOLY SHIT FUCK ME ALFIE FUCK ME OOOOH FUCK!"

Alfie pulled her close, closer than I ever had. He whispered in her ear "Soon. Soon, my dear."

I watched as Alfie held my shuddering fiancee and all I could think about was how I was sad that the stranger the car wasn't here to touch her bare ass.



Landlord Makes a Nude Day Barter



Unable to pay her rent, a college co-ed barters her sexual services with an older man.

John was happy to have rented out his third floor. Unless to go up there to store a box or an old picture, he never ventured up to the third floor because, as tall as he was lanky, he was always hitting his head on the sloped roof. With a pitched roof, few windows, only one at either end, it was an oddly confining, cold in the winter and hot in the summer, claustrophobic and suffocating space.

Still, there was a bedroom, a full bathroom, and a sitting room and instead of it being wasted space, why not rent it out? His wife used to love the view from that space and she often climbed the stairs to sit and watch the birds in the trees. It was perfect for someone who wanted to live cheaply and who didn't mind living alone. Since they'd have use of the kitchen downstairs and free run of the backyard, it was a space big enough and good enough for one or two people, so long as they didn't have very much furniture and/or a pet. 

Preferring dogs over cats, he had one of those already, Buster, a 9-year-old, mixed terrier mutt that was aggressively territorial and fiercely loyal. As far as John was concerned, one pain-in-the-ass, barking and assertive dog on the property was enough. He had to pay to fence in his property because of the dog. He was an out of control animal that went crazy whenever the mailman, the UPS driver, a stranger, someone walking a dog, or a whenever he saw a cat walk by the house, but was the perfectly loving pet, otherwise. John loved his dog.

He lived in a charming and character filled house at the end of a dead end street. Dotted with lots of mature trees and filled with overgrown shrubbery, fortunately for John and Buster, most times, his lot was as quiet as it was private. At this time in his life, spending a lifetime of having and going to barbeques and visiting neighbors with his wife, he could care less if he saw another person. Although he was relatively content now, admittedly, when his wife was alive, filled with laughter and busy with people, it was a happier time then.

Unfortunately for John, after his wife, Margret, died three years ago, lost without her, he was as sad as he was lonely. Uncomfortable by his sadness, not knowing what to say and what to do, people stopped coming around to see him. Besides, most of the people who came before were there for Margret. They were her friends. Now, with her gone, feeling obliged to pay him a courtesy visit to offer him their final respects and wishes of support, he wasn't reason enough for them to continue visiting.

Not knowing who'd want to live in his house, sharing the kitchen, maybe even helping out with some of the household chores, the cooking and the cleaning, he hoped it was someone his own age. He didn't care if it was a man or a woman, so long as he or she was polite, considerate, respectful, kind, and had a good sense of humor. He hoped it would be someone who didn't smoke and drink too much, and someone who didn't mind an out of control dog, a dog that was friendly, once he got to know you.

Who knows? Maybe he'd make a friend. He could use a friend, one friend. One friend was about right and enough for him now. Too many friends would complicate his life in the way it was before.

Life has a way of weeding out friends and family, until it feels as if you are living alone on an alien planet. Yet, no one should be so alone. When he thought more about it, it'd be good to have a live-in friend. It'd be good if he or she enjoyed playing games and watching movies. He liked playing Whist, Rummy, and Scrabble, and he loved watching movies, but it was no fun doing any of those things alone.

Before the first anniversary of Margret's death, his two daughters hovered over him and doted on him, as if expecting him to die soon, too. A reality check for them, they gave him round the clock care and showered him with affection. Feeling a bit smothered in missing his routine with them here, he figured they felt guilty for not giving him the attention that they always gave their mother. Yet, once their grief and sorrow subsided somewhat, once they returned to their lives back home, things returned to the way they were. Now that they were accustomed to no longer having their mother in their lives and realized that their Dad was in no jeopardy of dying anytime soon, they returned to being too busy with their own lives to visit him.

His daughters lived out of state and except for Thanksgiving, when he drove there, and Christmas, when they came here, deciding to keep in contact by calling and e-mailing regularly, even that became sporadic over the years, and they seldom came to see him anymore. So long as he occupied himself with gardening, household chores, took Buster for long walks in the woods, and watched a game or a movie on TV, he was able to occupy his time enough to abate his loneliness. Besides, the older he grew, the less he drove and the closer to home he stayed.

The only thing that he truly hated was sleeping alone. After spooning with and sleeping next to Margret's warm body for nearly 40 years, suddenly, he was always cold, so cold, even in the summer, that it woke him up at night. Since it was the nighttime that he missed Margret the most, he believed that some of his coldness was imagined. Maybe it was just his blood running cold with the lonely thoughts of having to live life without her. They discussed their day, talked about tomorrow, and confessed their plans for the future, while laying in bed. Now having to fend for himself, with no one there to care for him, he missed that daily routine with her. 

Now, tired all the time, he attributed that to depression. Definitely, still saddened by the loss of his wife, maybe he was depressed, something he's never been. Feeling that his life was over, these last half dozen years, since the time that Margret first became ill and died finally, has taken a toll on him.

Of course his energy has diminished with age, but more than that, suddenly with all that surrounded Margret's illness and subsequent death, suddenly he felt older and weaker. After watching her suffer, this is where he'd die, he figured, alone in this house. His only wish was to outlive his dog because no one else, but him, would want the mangy, ill-tempered, and too aggressive beast.

Had he had sons, instead of daughters, he'd be closer with them, no doubt, he thought. Maybe they'd take him to a ballgame or have a beer with him at the local bar. Maybe had he had sons, he'd buy a pool table. He always wanted a pool table and now that his wife is gone, he had the room for one in her old sewing room. Only, since Margret died, no one came to visit him anymore and it's no fun playing pool alone.

It wasn't that his daughters didn't love him, they did. It wasn't that he didn't love his daughters, he did. They loved him, as much as he loved them but, whenever they visited before, they came to see their mom and not so much their dad.

Teaching them to bake and to sew, going antique shopping, talking on the phone every day, while instilling them with life lessons, practical experience, giving them advice, and spending time with her grandchildren, whenever she could, he understood how close his daughters were to their mom. He was always working, that is, until recently, before he retired and was never there to build that kind of nurturing relationship with them. Now, alone with the dog, it's just him and Buster.

Still, it wasn't so bad. Things could be worse, he assured himself. He should have a problem. In this time of economic hardship, with his mortgage paid, at least he has a roof over his head. 

Only more thinking about having the influx of extra money before, when he first thought about renting out his third floor, now he was more looking forward to having a tenant. Maybe he'd have someone to talk to, while sitting out on his front porch sipping his coffee or having a beer, or while out in the backyard doing the gardening. If nothing else, with a tenant paying some of the household expenses, he wouldn't feel so alone and lonely.

He missed Margret. Faithful to her throughout their marriage, she was all the woman he ever wanted and needed. Now that she's gone and with no one coming around anymore, getting a tenant, who may become a friend and occupy his time enough to dispel some of his loneliness, was reason enough to rent out his third floor. 

As soon as he put the ad in the paper, he received inquiries about the rooms for rent. Surprisingly, with a lot of people out of work, losing their homes and looking to downsize to save money on living expense, he received quite a bit of interest for such a small town and such a small space, but his space was too small for a family. Then, he received a call from a young woman, a college co-ed at the local college, who sounded so upbeat and personable on the phone that the sound of her voice made him happy. Although hoping for someone older, really wanting a friend, he made the appointment for her to view the space.

Tara seemed like a nice woman, albeit very young, younger than his daughters, even. Because she was as young as she was pretty, even he wrestled with his dirty, old man thoughts with her sharing his house. Married all his life, he was never attracted to a younger woman, until now, with her living here in his house. He wondered what his daughters would think, but really didn't care. Feeling threatened, no doubt, that she'd somehow take advantage of their Daddy, for sure, imagining the most sordid scandal and fearing the worst, they wouldn't want her living there alone with him. 

Had he had neighbors living closer, he wondered what they'd think? For sure, imagining the worst about him taking advantage of her, not understanding that he needed the extra money, was lonely, and was hoping for someone to talk to, they'd gossip about what was going on behind his closed doors. Yet, without doubt, he'd be a hero to the other men his age in the community for opening his house to such a hot, young woman.

Enjoying the moment of imagining her in his life with fantasies of sexual intimacy, basking in the glow of her beauty and her effervescent personality that bordered on exuberance, he even allowed his imagination to make up stories about him and Tara, while imagining talking to the men at his local bar. Fortunately, no one came to see him anymore and he stopped going to the bar, long ago, after Margaret suddenly became ill. Other than to go out to the supermarket for groceries, the post office to pickup his mail, buy stamps, and mail his bills, the pharmacy for his medication, and the gas station to buy gas, talking to others and exaggerating the experience of having a good time with the good looking, young woman living with him, was as much a mute point, as it was imagined, especially since he seldom ventured off his land anymore.

Besides, he was over all that alcohol contributing nonsense that sparked his testosterone filled machismo with boastful talk that he could never backup with him always being faithful to his wife. Still, he enjoyed listening to the other men describing their past sexual experiences and/or confessing their sexual fantasies with celebrities and past girlfriends. Other than to masturbate occasionally, fading along with his energy and advancing in his old age, he didn't have the sex drive that he used to have. To him, Tara, albeit so very beautiful and so very young, was nothing more than eye candy.

With his wife being the Sun of his universe and everyone else, family and friends, orbiting around her, when she died, so didn't the shining star of his life. Now with loneliness darkening his disposition and fouling his good mood, he didn't mind so much being alone, as much as he minded not having someone to talk to, tell a joke and laugh with, play a game, or watch a movie, whenever he wanted. A people person before, he had become a reclusively sullen man now.

Able to fill up his time by puttering around his house fixing things and spending time outside gardening, he convinced himself that he no longer cared if anyone visited him, but he did. He missed having a conversation and a few laughs with someone. He was hurt that his friends didn't think enough of him to visit him and to even call him, once his wife died. Whenever he bumped into one of them, he'd ask why they didn't stay in touch and they all said the same thing, before promising to get together, but they never did.

"We didn't know what to say. We didn't know what to do. We're sorry," they'd say whenever they saw him and after a while, they just avoided one another, while pretending that they didn't see one another, when they did. 

Somewhat content, most days, except for when the loneliness crept in to sadden him by the loss of Margret, he had grown accustomed to being alone. Still, he had his shadow, his faithful, always by his side, pain-in-the-ass companion of a dog wanting a pat and a rub and always willing to give a lick and a listen to his master's voice, especially if his master asked him if he was hungry, wanted a cookie, or wanted to go out. As if fearing he'd die on him, too, as his mistress had, Buster never let his master out of his sight and followed him from room to room. Except for bedding down at night, the dog never slept. Dogs are like that. They know things and he wondered if Buster knew that his master was going to die soon, too, as did his mistress.

When he gave it some thought, except for those sunless, rainy days that he felt imprisoned and bored, basically, he was happily content being alone. Even on his darkest day, the clouds with silver linings glistened him a rainbow the next day. Other than his loyal dog, he more missed having a companion than he did needing, wanting, or missing not having a visitor or a lover, especially a lover. A lover was the last thing he wanted. 

He was done with sex. Sex was overrated. It took him nearly 60 years to come to that conclusive epiphany. Tired of begging and hoping for it, done with lusting over it, weary of all the games surrounding it, he was relieved that it was no longer a daily conscious thought, that is, until Tara came into his life.

Before Tara, Margaret was his everything, his wife, his friend, his lover, and later in life, his companion. It's not fair that all of that was taken away from him by the death of her. He never figured she'd die before him. He never figured she'd ever get sick. Always there for him, she was always so healthy. Surrounded by friends and family, involved in everyone's business, his communication link to what was going on in the town, the neighborhood, and with their family, she was full of life.

With all the stress he had from working two jobs to make ends meet, he always figured he'd be the one leaving her a widow. Yet, after the grief he experienced by the death of her, Tara was just the distraction that he needed. As if he were a balloon drifting off, before disappearing in a blue, cloudless sky, she reeled him in and brought him back down to Earth. She made him want to live life, again. It's funny that someone so young can teach someone so old about how to live life again.

A college student having just completed her junior year, he enjoyed Tara's bubbly disposition. Smelling like fresh cut flowers and peaches, she was literally a breath of fresh air and full of sunshine, when his life had become filled with dust, darkness, cobwebs, and despair. Full of life, she reminded him of Margret when she was that age. She was fun, energetic, and adventurous. Tara's happy mood was contagious and she lifted his spirits, whenever she was around. She made him feel young again. 

Never figuring she'd have such an effect on him, she made him wish he was younger. She made him wish he was her age. She made him miss his youth and wish he could have a second chance with her in his life and with her as his wife. If he believed in such things, make a wish miracles, he'd wish for a second chance to live his life with someone like Tara.

Without doubt, the best thing he ever did was to open his door and welcome her in his house. She invigorated his spirit and now with a spring to his walk, he felt ten years younger. He enjoyed her company more than he did his own daughters. Whenever his daughters visited before, especially as soon as they left, he always felt there was something left unsaid and that sensation troubled him. The disconnection he felt with them was made more obvious by the connection he felt with her. He wished he could feel the closeness to them that he was suddenly developing with Tara.

He always envied the connection that his girls had with his wife. While watching a ballgame in the living room, he'd hear them talking and laughing in the kitchen. Almost feeling that he was intruding and always feeling that he was interrupting, definitely feeling left out, whenever he tried to join in their fun, he always felt like a third wheel.

Unable to replicate that excitement, closeness, and easy conversation that his daughters had with his wife, their mother, and didn't have with him, he felt an uneasy emptiness not being as close to them, as he was to Margret. Certainly, he loved his daughters and they loved him. Certainly, he was excited by their visit. Yet, once the hugs were over and with the conversation caught up, there was little else he and they could think of to say. There was always an uncomfortable lull in the conversation and a deafening silence, when none of them could think of what more to say, before filling the dialogue up with current events, grandchildren, politics, religion, or sports.

He wondered if what he felt was normal. He wondered if Tara's Dad felt the same way with her and Tara felt the same way with her Dad. He wondered if, maybe, being so physically removed from the daughters he loved and the relationship that he missed having with them had, somehow, become replaced with the relationship he now enjoyed with Tara and the feelings that he suddenly felt for her. He didn't love her, of course, but he cared for her and he'd be saddened, when the day finally came that she left.

He felt bad charging her the premium rent that he needed to charge her, in order to maintain the upkeep of such a big, old house. Yet, that was what all the apartments were going for that were in such close proximity to the college and he was on a fixed income now, after just starting to collect Social Security, along with his small pension. Only, it was apparent, after paying the first and last month's rent, that she'd have trouble paying her monthly rent, when she told him she lost her job, as a waitress at the local restaurant downtown.

Everyone was laying employees off and cutting back on staff. She was just another casualty of the recession and of this bad economy. No one had any money and the first thing they cut was their entertainment expense, such as going out to eat. Too good to be true, having a tenant that so quickly morphed into a friend, he didn't want this relationship to end so soon because of money.

A liberal arts, English major, other than to work as a temporary office worker, making little more than minimum wage, she had no other skills to make money. Sadly, even with her intelligence and education, she was only qualified to wait tables, but the tips were good, she told him. The other waitresses, older and all friends with the restaurant owner, an older woman, having worked there longer, were jealous of her, which, no doubt, is the reason why she was let go, she said.

Because she was prettier, sexier, and friendly, she made more tips than the fatter, older, and more brusque waitresses, especially when she unbuttoned her blouse enough to intentionally display some of her abundant cleavage. Admittedly, as he already noticed, she had quite the face and figure, and if she was his waitress, he'd be tipping her more than the customary 15%, that's for sure, especially if she gave him a down blouse view of her boobs. Not shy, and proud of the fact that she was able to make her beauty and body work for her to make extra tip money, she confessed to him that she had a talent for picking out those customers, typically middle aged men, who'd appreciate an accidental on purpose down blouse view of her breasts. She knew they'd reward her with a bigger tip, after seeing some of her exposed bra clad breast, while imagining the rest.




Landlord Makes a Nude Day Barter



Being that John was lonely, he enjoyed having a woman around, even if he was some forty something years older than she was. The fact that she was good to look at, gave him reason to get up in the morning, shower, shave, and make her breakfast. His favorite time with her was talking to her each morning, over a hot cup of coffee. Yet, more importantly than that, even though he had two daughters, she was the daughter he never had. Regrettably though, because of how closely they had so quickly become, she magnified his disconnection with his daughters by the connection he felt with her. She made him understand that, even though he had grown accustomed to living life alone, he still harbored the same need to have someone in his life to talk to, care about, and share his private thoughts, regardless of age. 

In the way of every red blooded man, even at his age, he was a sucker for a pretty face and a sexy body. Standing 5'7" tall with long, blonde hair and bright blue eyes, Tara had both the face and the figure to get the attention of any man, any age. If only to appreciate her as eye candy, he looked forward to seeing her every day, especially in the morning, when she ventured downstairs in just her sheer nightgown without wearing a robe.

In defense of her lack of modesty, it was too hot to wear a robe and even hotter upstairs on the third floor. He wondered if she slept in the nude. Sometimes, alone late at night and with his hand stroking his cock, he enjoyed imagining that she did.

Yet, she was more than a pretty face and a hot body. To him, she was more than eye candy. She was the woman he's never felt so much lust for, since he used to masturbate over the photos in Playboy magazine of Bettie Page, Stella Stevens, and Ursula Andress, or as he used to refer to her, Ursula Undress.

After having lengthy conversations with Tara, talking to her in the way he never talked to his daughters, and becoming fast friends, he discovered that she was just as beautiful on the inside as she was on the outside. She had a brain in her head. With a quick wit and a fun sense of humor, always putting him at ease and giving him a reason to smile, she never failed to make him laugh.

Giving one another insights to those things important to them or that they experienced in their age, somehow, someway, they met somewhere in the middle. She was the best medicine a doctor should have recommended he have. Giving him reason to want to continue living life, after being so sad when Margret died, she made him feel special.

Nonetheless, after listening to her confess how she worked middle aged men for bigger tips with her sexy smile and by flashing a bit of her tits, he figured she was playing him, too, with her sad, sob story about losing her job. Notwithstanding her obvious ability to wrap him and any man, no doubt, around her finger, he figured he'd let her rent slide a month or two, until she found another job. Yet, with jobs few and far between, temporarily dependent upon his continued sympathetic generosity and economic support, she was in a real financial bind.

She had unemployment compensation, of course, but her miniscule unemployment check barely covered her food expense. Growing up in a milieu where the man took care of the woman, he was glad that he could financially help her in her time of need. Feeling depressed and needy after Margret's death, with his daughters so busy in their lives with their husbands and children, with his friends not knowing what to say and what to do and inevitably forgetting about him, Tara made him feel needed and he liked feeling important to someone, again. 

Admittedly, but in denial, as much as he knew he'd never have a chance of bedding her, they both knew that she'd have a better chance of winning the lottery or being struck by lightning, even, than in finding another job in this small, economically depressed town. Still, now that someone like her was in his lonely life, with little regard to if she could afford to pay him for the rent or not, he was reluctant to let her go. Other than his loyal dog, she was all he had between living life and languishing in loneliness.

He didn't care if he was never sexually intimate with her, so long as she was there in his life, even if only as eye candy. For sure, he'd missed his daily conversations and fits of laughter with her over a cup of hot coffee. For two people so far apart in age, with him living in a time of 8-track tapes and her living in a time of cell phones and texting, they clicked and it was obvious that, as a friend, she cared as much for him as he cared for her. They looked forward to their times together, sharing meals, playing a game, or watching a movie. Now that he's experienced the joy he felt with her in his life, he didn't want to return to the way things were, when it was just him and Buster.

Just after the holiday was when he experienced fireworks that surpassed even those he saw on the Fourth of July. Tara was sunning out back in her tiny bikini and it was then that he realized that he needed to keep her in his life, for as long as he could. Not expecting to see her out back, not expecting to see her in such a brief bikini, and never expecting to see so much of her, the enticing sight of her took him by surprise. Feeling urges, desires, and emotions he hadn't felt in years, it had been a long time since he had lusted over a woman in the way that he was lusting over her now, this oh so young, too young of a woman.

Imagining even more of her from where he stood on the back porch, he could see the diagonal side of her, from her foot to her shoulder and he couldn't remove his eyes from the nearly naked sight of her. Obviously she thought he wasn't home and he wasn't, when she came out to sun. He had gone to the hardware store to stock up on the gardening supplies he needed and, parking his car out front to unload his supplies in the garage, instead of turning down the driveway, apparently, she never heard him return. 

Mesmerized and excited by the nearly naked sight of her, he stood in his garage watching her. She couldn't see him, unless she leaned back, turned completely around, and looked in his direction. He stood hidden by some shelving loaded with gardening supplies and he watched her out the small, dirty garage window, while memorizing every part of her amazing body.

As if diamond dust was sprinkled all over her nearly naked body, her skin glistened with perspiration. So much like swallowing her precious pearls, he'd lick the beads of sweat off of her, if he could. With her bikini bra unhooked, whenever she moved, especially when she arched her back and rested up on her elbows to check her cell phone, he could see most of the side of her squished breast that now hung nearly fully exposed. Her full, round, breasts were so much like ripe melons for the taking and he imagined feeling the weight of them in his big, experienced hands.

Never had he seen so much of her. Never had he imagined the rest of her. In the way he viewed her before, as a friend, a tenant, and a companion, he now viewed her more as a sexy woman, a rare beauty, and a hoped for lover.

Judging by how she filled out and overflowed her bikini bra, she had shapely breasts of the perfect size, a definite C plus sized cup, he figured. A breast man enamored by and growing up with Sophia Loren, Marilyn Monroe, Jayne Mansfield, and Angie Dickerson, Margret barely filled a B cup padded bra. It had been a long time, before he was married, since he had a big, juicy breast in his hands and in his mouth.

Not knowing how long she's been out there and when she'd suddenly had enough sun and disappear inside, hoping to prolong her tanning session, he quickly gathered his gardening supplies to join her outside. On the pretense of engaging her in conversation, while ogling her nearly naked body, he was hoping for a better and closer look of her bodacious body. If nothing else, the imagined the sight of her would give him some sexual comfort later, while alone in his bedroom and masturbating over the naked thought of her. 

"Hi John," she said shading her eyes from the sun, before his shadow reached her.

He stood between her and the sun to block the blinding rays from her eyes, a way for him to get a better look of her without the sun interfering. His cock was nearly at the perfect level and he imagined her hand reaching up and out, unzipping his pants, and taking out his cock, before inserting it in her mouth. Never had he had thoughts like that before, but he had them now. She was making him crazy, especially being so exposed to him in the way she was now.

Arching her back to look up at him and to make eye contact with him, she was resting on her elbows again and, from where he stood in front of her, he had a clear view down the front of her. Even with her lowest cut blouse, even with her nightgown, even when she reached over him to help herself to more coffee or for the jam to coat her toast in the way that he wanted to coat her body with his cum now, he's never seen as much of her breasts, as he was enjoying now. He wondered if she knew how much of her wonderful breasts she was showing him and how much of her magnificent breasts he could see. He wondered if she was teasing him, as she did with her middle age customers at the restaurant. Yet, no matter, enjoying the show, whatever she was doing, whether intentional or accidental, it was working and was okay with him.

She had wonderful cleavage, Loni Anderson type of cleavage. She had the type of cleavage that women pay plastic surgeons thousands of dollars to get and seldom do. She had the type of cleavage that he imagined his cock would enjoy, while being buried between her tits and fucking them, as she leaned her head down to take his cock in her mouth. She had the type of cleavage that, as if a siren going off in men's head, would make them turn, stare, and invite her to party aboard their yacht. 

As soon as he had those thoughts, he felt ashamed. What is wrong with him? How could he think about her, someone younger than his daughters, and in that way? She was his friend. Never has he had sexual thoughts like that before about anyone, not even his wife. She did that to him.

She appeared to have amazing breasts and the partial sight of them, made his cock come alive, something that hasn't happened, unless he was masturbating, in some years, longer than he could remember. Excited by the sight of her, he felt perverted by his inappropriate sexual thoughts of her. He couldn't believe that she was even more beautiful without her clothes than she was with her clothes, something that can't be said about too many people.

"Hi Tara. Nice day for some sun," he said looking up at the cloudless sky, before returning her smile and casually looking down at her abundant cleavage. He could feel his cock moving in the way that he imagined Margret turning over in her grave.

"Would you mind?" She smiled holding up the sunscreen to him, while arching her back up with her right hand extended and, when she did, she exposed even more of her right breast to him. "There are some areas that I just can't reach."

She was so much more beautiful when she smiled and definitely, so much more beautiful when she was showing him more of her breast. From how she angled her body to hand him the lotion, he saw the top of her areola. Had she leaned up just a bit more, he would have seen her nipple, a sight that would have filled his sleepless nights with fantasies of her.

Not wanting her to catch him staring, he looked away, but he could feel his face flushing red and his cock stiffening from the sight of her perfect breast. If only he still went to the bar, he'd have one Hell of a story to tell the guys about Tara. If only he still went to the bar, he could tell the guys about seeing her in her brief bikini, seeing nearly all of her shapely ass cheeks, and seeing her areola. If only he still went to the bar, they'd buy him drinks for him to regale his story about Tara over and again, while he added more erotic and imagined detail with every drink.

"And then she reached her hand up and fondled my cock through my pants," he imagined telling the other men at the bar. "She unzipped me, reached her hand inside, and pulled out my cock and started slowly stroking me, while telling me how much she was attracted to me and how much she wanted me. Before I could resist, before I could say no, before I could complain that I was too old, old enough to be her grandfather, father actually, or way older brother, and she was so young, too young, she had my prick in her mouth and was blowing me."

Standing there holding the sunscreen, the imagined thought of touching her naked, warm skin was something he always imagined but never seriously thought he'd be doing. Once, when he was sitting with her on the couch watching a movie, he touched her hair, as a pretense of moving it out of the way of her coffee. He moved her lush, blonde hair from the side of her to the back of her and when he did, he exposed her lovely swan like neck. It was then, the first time, that he wanted to lean over and kiss her neck, before kissing her. If he were a younger man, he would have.

Just the nearly naked sight of her laying there in her too brief bikini had been enough for him to savor and masturbate over later. Now the anticipated feel of rubbing sunscreen on her soft skin quickened his pulse. Other than his wife, it had been some time, since he's touched a woman. Since Margret's passing, it had been some time, since he's touched any woman, including his wife and here, sunning in his backyard and nearly naked, was the blonde Goddess of temptation and his personal erotic porn star of his sexual fantasies.

"Sure," he said putting down his gardening tools and removing his gardening gloves. "It sure is hot out here, today," he said hoping to use that as an excuse for this obvious face reddening and breath robbing embarrassment, after seeing most of her breast and a good part of her ass.

"If you could do my back, my shoulders, and the back of my legs, that would be great," she said collecting and moving her long, blonde hair out of the way and in the way that he imagined she'd do, before leaning down to take his cock in her mouth. "I burn easily," she said putting her head back down and to the side to give him full access to her beautiful body.

He imagined leaning down over her and kissing her everywhere, before kissing her soft, sweet lips and filling her mouth with his excited tongue. He imagined running his fingers through her lush, blonde hair, as she sucked his cock. Certainly not shy about being in such an abbreviated bikini with most of her body exposed, especially her nearly naked ass cheeks, he was enjoying the spectacular and unexpected sight of her.

He hadn't seen an ass like hers, since he watched Venus Williams play tennis in her skin toned tennis outfit. At first sight of the tennis star, he thought she had forgotten her panties. At first, he thought she was naked. Never had he seen an ass as perfect as hers, that is, until now, until Tara's perfect ass cheeks begged his hands to cover them and protect them with sunscreen. 

He squirted some lotion in his hand. The lotion was warm and slippery, the same sensation he imagined his fingers would feel had they been pleasuring her. Lightly, ever so gently, erotically, he rubbed the sunscreen on her back. Now, crouching down and moving closer to her, so closer that he could smell the scent of her peach body wash mixing with the coconut aroma of the sunscreen, he wished he could mount her. He held the bottle in his line of sight of her, while pretending to read the back of the bottle, as he ogled her exposed body and coated her with white crème. 

Just the sight of the clumps of white lotion that he rubbed into her soft, warm skin, made him think of all the cum he'd love to shoot all over her firm, young, naked body. Pretending it was his personal brand of sunscreen lotion, he wished he could pull out his cock, masturbate, and coat her body with his warm, ejaculated cum, before rubbing himself deep in her skin. He wondered what the SPF number was for a cum filled sunscreen. He couldn't believe he was having these wildly deranged thoughts.

He was nervous. He couldn't even remember touching his daughters in the way that he was now touching her. Not that putting lotion on her young, firm, albeit softly supple and perfect body should be sexual, especially at his age, but it was for him. It was more than sexual. It was erotic. It was wonderful. It was something he'd remember for the rest of his life. Definitely, he'd never do something like this if Margret was still alive. He could hear her now.

"John! What are you doing? Get away from her. You ought to be ashamed of yourself lusting over that young woman like that. She's younger than your daughters. You're old enough to be her grandfather. What's wrong with you? I want her out of here. I want her bags packed and her gone by tomorrow. Do you hear me? Go back in the house, while I go outside to give her a piece of my mind and tell her to put on some clothes."

He could clearly hear the shrill sound of Margret's voice, as if she was standing beside him. He wondered if she knew he was lusting over this beauty. If she did, she must be rolling around in her grave.

Imagining his cock squirting out cum, he squirted more lotion on her back and gently massaged it in. Again and again, he added more lotion, until she had a thin coating of sunscreen. She was so protected from UV solar rays that if the sun suddenly had a solar flare, if the sun exploded into a super nova, she'd be safe from the harmful solar effects and protected from sunburn.

She had a tremendous body and the feel of her back made him imagine her sitting on his cock with her shapely legs straddling him, while he held her and supported her weight with his big hands. With her gyrating her ass and humping him, he imagined reaching up to caress her bouncing breasts. He repeated the process of rubbing sunscreen into her shoulders and when he did, he imagined his arm around her, pulling her closer and kissing her, French kissing her. He could feel her soft, wet tongue touching his tongue, as he reached down and felt her perfect breast, while fingering her hard and erect nipple. 

As soon as he touched her thighs, he imagined himself positioned between her legs with one hand cupping her sweet ass from underneath her, while he licked and fingered her pussy with the fingers of his other hand. She had wonderful legs, shapely and firm. Margret had veracious veins and cellulite. This young woman gave him sexual thoughts he never knew he was capable of having and hasn't had since he was a young, testosterone filled man. He couldn't remember the last time he had an erection, but he had one now.

Oh, if only he still went to the bar, what a story he'd have to tell his friends about rubbing sunscreen on Tara's nearly naked body. For sure, they'd never believe him. For sure, they'd think he was making it up. Yet, for sure, they'd listen to his story, no matter if it was real or imagined, while imagining and hoping that it was real that some, young, sweet thing would want an old man like one of them lusting over her, before touching her.

For sure, he'd have a better story than Andy's story about those cheerleaders flashing him their tits, as they drove by in their car, after their team won the big game. He'd nearly have as good of a story as Walter, when he saw his daughter naked, after she stepped from the shower and he inadvertently opened the bathroom door. He never believed that story, especially after Walter embellished it by telling everyone, after he had a few too many drinks, that his daughter-in-law blew him, too. Still, it was exciting to think that a young woman, a sexy daughter-in-law, would give her father-in-law a free show of her naked body, before falling to her knees and blowing him. Even if it wasn't true, it was a good story.




Landlord Makes a Nude Day Barter



He imagined taking some candid photos of her lying there in her tiny bikini, with the top undone, to prove and to show all of the guys how much he had seen of her flawless body. They'd believe him then. They'd want him to make copies of the photos to pass around. They'd be patting him on the back and buying him drinks all night, just to get him to share more of the story of her with them. He'd be a hero among all the sixty-plus-year-old men, who thought that their sexual lives were over, instead of just beginning. Yeah, there'd be renewed hope for them and they'd be hanging around the college with a room for rent sign hung around their wrinkled necks.

As soon as he touched the back of her thighs, his erection twitched. As if her thighs were her gateway to Nirvana, he was beside himself with lust for her. As soon as he touched her thighs, he imagined touching, feeling, and caressing her round ass, before touching her deeper between her legs. As soon as he touched her thighs, rubbed her thighs, and massaged her thighs, he imagined making sweet love to her. Only, best he remove those thoughts from his mind now, because making love to her would never happen, not in a million years. He was an old man and she was a young woman. It was then he wished he was rich and could win her heart with money.

He stared at her exposed ass cheeks. She had so much of her ass cheeks exposed, that she may have as well been wearing a thong. Did he dare touch them? Did he dare rub sunscreen on her sacred ass cheeks?

It was his duty, his responsibility as the sunscreen applier to make sure that all exposed areas of her skin was protected. He'd be lax in his duty, if he didn't protect her ass. Besides, if he were her masseur, he'd be rubbing her ass.

What did it matter? She wouldn't care, would she? She wouldn't think he was being lecherously inappropriate, when she asked him to rub some sun screen on the back of her, would she? It isn't as if he was just grabbing her ass. This was a medical emergency, kind of.

Just as he thought it, he did it. He squirted more sunscreen in his palm and gently applied it to her firm, supple, heavenly ass cheek, first one and then the other. Even when Margret was young, Tara's age, he couldn't remember ever feeling an ass so perfect. She had a wonderful ass and he was so happy that he was able to protect her ass from sunburn by rubbing a prodigious amount of sunscreen on her sweet, nearly naked ass. Never has his cock been as hard. Again and again, he squirted more sunscreen in his palm to deliver to her ass cheeks.

She was lovely, just so very lovely, and he wished he had someone like her in his life for real. She made him regret his wife in deference to having someone like her in his life and, after forty years of happy marriage, he hated himself for thinking that. How could he desecrate the memory of Margret and their long and happy marriage by the mere sight, albeit the nearly naked sight of Tara? Margret? Margret who?

Old enough to, certainly, be her father, he was old enough to be her grandfather. He thought of Hugh Heffner, Donald Trump, and Larry King, and envied all the young, beautiful, and buxom women in their lives, women who wouldn't give them a second look was it not for their money. With her lying there so exposed, now he knew what it was like to be so attracted to someone so very young. Never had he considered being with a younger woman before, that is, until now. Never had he imagined a woman so young in his life, until feeling the exquisite touch of her soft, yet, firm skin, until now. Never did he want her as much, until now.

Never had he wanted anyone, as much as he wanted her, as soon as he touched, felt, and caress her wonderful ass. Always a breast man and a leg man before, never an ass man, he was an ass man now. Yet, with Tara's perfect body, he wouldn't have to sacrifice one perfect body part of her in deference of another. With her long, shapely legs, her abundant C cup breasts, and her round, firm ass, she had all the body parts covered. She was a virtual sexual playground. If that wasn't enough, then there was her long, lush, blonde hair, her captivating blue eyes, and her exquisitely beautiful face.

She was like having an ice cream cone to lick, one that had all the flavors rolled into one, one that never melted, and one that never made him fat. Yet, one that satisfied his yen for ice cream, that is, until he wanted to lick her again. He couldn't imagine ever being bored by her. He couldn't imagine ever not wanting her.

She was like watching a movie with all of his favorite female movie stars, having taken pieces from all to make the perfect one. She was better, more beautiful and more spectacular, than a diamond without flaws. She was more exciting than driving a fast, swoopy car, one that was able to run without gas and one that had a lifetime warranty. She was better than having an endless supply of money. Just by having Tara in his life, he'd want for nothing else.

Such an incredible ass, what an amazing ass, he couldn't believe he was feeling her ass on the pretense of protecting her perfect buttocks from UV rays. Certainly, it was a dirty job, but someone had to do it and he was glad that he could oblige her. He could get used to rubbing, feeling, caressing, and loving her ass.

"I wanted to ask your permission, John," she said.

He heard her voice, but as if it was in the distance. His mind was lost in his touch and feel of her warm body and of her ass. It took him a few seconds to realize what she had said.

"My permission? My permission for what, Tara?"

He loved her name. He loved saying her name, Tara, Tara, Tara. She had the perfect name for the perfect woman.

He mindlessly rubbed her nearly naked ass a little too much and a little too long, while imagining her asking his permission to make sweet love to him. Yes, of course, you may make love to me Tara, he imagined saying to her in answer to her unlikely question. He imagine her asking his permission to suck his cock. Yes, Tara, of course, you may suck my cock, he imagined responding to something she'd never ask him. It would be my pleasure. 

"I think that's enough lotion, John, thank you," she said giggling, turning, sitting up, but taking her top with her. With so much lotion on her ass, she nearly slid off the chair. When she moved and slid like that, moving more and quicker than intended, no doubt, her top slipped and she nearly dropped it. Involuntarily reaching for her top to grab it, while trying to maintain her balance, before falling from the lounge chair, she inadvertently gave him a nice view of enough of her breasts for him to imagine the rest.

"Sorry, I got carried away with the sunscreen," he said laughing and making her laugh, too.

"I wanted to ask you if I could have a few friends over. Actually, just my friend, Jana, her boyfriend, Tom, and Tom's friend, Mike."

"Sure, you can have friends over any time. My house is your house. You don't need my permission to invite your friends here, Tara."

Instantly, he was possessively jealous. Who's Mike? Is that someone she'd like to know and have sex with? Suddenly, he imagined Tara fucking Mike, before imagining her sucking Mike's cock.

"Actually, we wanted to barbeque out back, if you don't mind. You can join us, if you'd like," she said with an inviting smile.

"Barbeque? Thank you. Yeah, I'd like that," said John, suddenly feeling protective of her and feeling the need to watch over her during this impromptu barbeque. "It's been a while, since before Margret was sick, that I last barbequed. I've lost interest in pretty much everything that we used to do together."

"Only, just to let you know, in advance, the gathering is in celebration of Nude Day."

Nude Day? Get your mind out of the gutter, John. Obviously she said Dude Day or Food Day or Mood Day, and not Nude Day. Yet, he persisted.

"Pardon? What did you say?"

"Nude Day."

Nude Day? Be still my heart. He imagined her naked. He imagined her welcoming him to his own backyard with open arms naked, naked, naked. With her naked breasts pressed against his naked chest, he imagined her pressing her naked body against his naked body and giving him a kiss on the cheek, while he reached down and cupped her sweet, naked ass. Naked, naked, naked, he couldn't get her naked image out of his mind.

"Naked Day, I mean, Nude Day? What's that?"

"It's a one day per year celebration of freedom without clothes," she said with a broad smile. "Wednesday, July 14th, is Nude Day, and we thought it'd fun to have a nude barbeque."

"Nude barbeque? Oh, well, I don't know about that," said John suddenly enthralled with the vision of seeing her naked. "I mean, you're welcome to the yard, but I wouldn't feel right about being included, you know, and seeing all of you young people naked. Besides, I just realized that I have a ticket to the ballgame that day, so I won't even be home."

As soon as he said that he had a ticket to a ballgame, he felt as lonely as it sounded. How pathetic is that to go to a ballgame alone? Taking a drive alone, going to the movies alone, and eating in a restaurant alone, going to the ballgame alone is only surpassed by going bowling and playing miniature golf alone. Alone, alone, alone, before Tara, but for Tara, he was so alone.

He's never been to a ballgame alone. What's the protocol when attending a game alone. Do you cheer or do you sit quietly? Do you do the wave or when it's coming around to you, do you get up to go to the restroom. He hasn't been to a ballgame, since Margret died. She enjoyed the game and they'd go see one together. 

"Oh, okay, so you don't mind if we--"

"Mind? No, not at all. Please, be my guest. There's a grille in the garage that you can use and help yourself to whatever you need in the kitchen."

"Thank you, John, you're a sweetie," she said standing and kissing him on the cheek.

When she stood like that, so close to him, with the weight of her breast resting on his forearm, he wrapped his arm around her slender naked waist and hugged her. He nearly died, when she returned his hug.

He could feel the heat emanating from her body and imagined sleeping with her and spooning with her. If he had her in his bed, he'd never be cold again. When she surprised him by kissing him on the cheek, he wanted to turn his head to intercept her kiss on the cheek and kiss her on the lips but, not wanting to ruin the moment and spoil their friendship, he didn't.

When she stood like that, he so wanted to pull her close and push her down on the green grass and make love to her. Later tonight, he would. After the nearly naked sight of her, after rubbing sunscreen on her wonderful ass, after hugging her and she hugging him back, and after she kissed him on the cheek, he'd be making love to her tonight in his dreams.

He had no such ticket to the ballgame. The team wasn't even playing a home game that day. They were away. The day of the nude barbeque, Nude Day, he hung around the house, delaying his exodus, while wondering if he should stay or leave.

He figured he'd stay, until her guests arrived, hopefully, just to see her naked. He wondered if she'd strip inside the house and come outside naked or if she'd strip off her clothes in the backyard. Yet, the thought of seeing her naked made him shiver with desire and quake with lust for her. With the thoughts of her naked body consuming him, with the thoughts of how he'd react to seeing her naked, he chickened out at the last minute, put the dog in the house, and left to allow her to have her naked barbeque in private.

He drove to town and had a couple of drafts at the local bar, before his curiosity and horniness got the better of him. It was Wednesday afternoon, officially Nude Day, and the bar was dead, just him, the bartender, and a drunk sleeping it off in the booth in the far corner. Had he been there on a weekend night, instead of a daytime afternoon, he would have found some friend or an old acquaintance to occupy his time.

Maybe he would have told him about Tara. Yet, with no one there to tell, he kept his thoughts to himself. Nursing his beer, he was alone with his bad thoughts of seeing Tara naked.

He wished there was someone there he knew that he could relate the story about Tara tanning nearly naked in his backyard. He'd tell them about how she allowed him to rub sunscreen on her ass. He'd tell them about her little Nude Day barbeque, but there was no one there to tell. He thought about telling the bartender, but the bartender was not much older than Tara and, for sure, he'd think he was a dirty, old man for lusting over a woman so young. 

With the thoughts of her naked in his backyard, slowly, excitedly, he drove around town, before driving home. As he neared his house, he didn't see any vehicles parked out front and there weren't any in his driveway. Lightheaded with lust with the thoughts of her celebrating Nude Day with a naked barbeque, instead of parking in the driveway, he parked his car out front and got out. He figured, since they were students, maybe they rode their bikes over to his house or walked. His house was less than a mile from the college campus. He didn't care about seeing any of them naked, he just wanted to see Tara.

Then, he became jealous, again. He imagined Tom and Mike ogling Tara's naked body. He imagined her ogling their cocks. He imagined Tara and Mike going for a walk naked through the woods, before finding a private spot where they kissed, touched, and made love. He imagined Tara taking Mike's cock in her hand and stroking him, before she took him in her mouth. He imagined Tara on her knees sucking Michael's cock. He imagined Mike cumming in her sweet mouth and her swallowing all he had to give. He imagined them becoming boyfriend and girlfriend, dating regularly, until the time, when she abandoned him for Mike and moved in with him. He was sick with a rage he's never felt before.

Expecting to see four naked people in his backyard, he wasn't sure how he'd react. He didn't want to seem angry. He didn't want to appear jealous. He hoped he wouldn't show the lust he had for Tara by staring at her nakedness. He wanted and he needed to be calm, happy, and friendly. Yet the excitement that he felt from the anticipated naked sight of her, made his eyes bulge out like that of a terrorist on a mission, while walking in the backyard with a suicide bomb. He took a big breath trying to relax and trying to release the blinding lust and sexual desire he had for her that he never felt for anyone else before.

Would he stare? Should he just wave, go inside his house, and ogle her from his second floor bedroom? What if someone saw him peeping from the upstairs window? Why did he suddenly feel, as if he was doing something wrong?

This was his house and his backyard, after all. They were all just guests of his. Further, she was his tenant, who didn't even pay him rent. In the eyes of the law, she was a squatter. At the very least, she owed him the naked sight of her. The excited thought of seeing her naked made him wild desire and dizzy with lust.

He hadn't felt this kind of sexual excitement, since he attended a pool party twenty years ago and Mary Beth removed her bikini top and rubbed her bare breasts on his chest. Then, when he didn't respond, when he tried swimming away, she grab him by his wrists and put his hands on her bare breasts, before reaching her hand down his swim trunks and taking hold of his quickly stiffening cock. Slow to react, he was drunk and he kept his hands there on her bare breasts longer than he should have and he allowed her to grope his cock longer than he should have. 

Mary Beth had great tits and she was always eager to flash them and to show them. Her husband didn't care. He was always too drunk to care what his wife did, so long as she left him along to drink and get drunk. 

Immediately he had an erection. Never had he felt so violated. Never had he felt so excited. She was so very drunk and he was so very aroused. It felt just as good to feel her tits, as it did to feel her stroking his cock. Yet, as soon as Mary Beth started stroking his cock and tried kissing him, he swam away from her as fast as he could, but the damage was already done. Never had he felt such lust, that is, until now and, in the way that he wanted Mary Beth, he wanted Tara more.

Margret had seen them together. She hated Mary Beth and gave her a piece of her mind, before they left the party. Hoping mad, he had never seen Margret so mad and he couldn't imagined what she'd say now, if she was here and knew how much he wanted to see Tara naked.

"Are you crazy? Have you lost your mind? She's just a child, barely 22-years-old. Tomorrow, I'm going to call the hospital and have you committed. What does she have that I don't have? What does she do for you that I don't do? You don't love me. Is that it? After 40 years of marriage, you just want sex. You just want a fuck buddy. You're like all the other dirty, old men out there and no better."

His second conscience, her voice haunted him. Even though he knew she was right, he no longer possessed the self-control to just go inside the house. He couldn't help himself. He may never have another opportunity like this one, again. He was so very attracted to Tara and this was his one chance to see more of her, an understatement. This was his chance to see all of her. He couldn't even imagine what she'd look like naked and he needed and wanted to know.

He could have went in by the front door, but he figured that would be rude, his justification of venturing out in the backyard, no doubt. Besides, if he did that, went in by the front, without even acknowledging her and her friends, albeit her and her naked friends, and Tara discovered he was home, she'd think he was perverted and had been spying on her and her naked friends; and she'd be right. So, he took a breath and tried to relax. He wanted to rid his mind of any sexual thoughts, before going out to the backyard. Only, he needed an excuse why he was home so soon from the ballgame. 

He'd tell her that he wasn't feeling well, but if he said that he was ill, then he couldn't stay for the barbeque and ogle her naked body. He'd tell her that he was mistaken and that the game was next week or that he misplaced the ticket or left the ticket at home and couldn't get in to see them play. Maybe he'd tell her the truth that he wanted to see her naked. 

Maybe with his honesty, they'd invite him to strip off his clothes, too, and join them in their naked barbeque. She did invite him to their Nude Day barbeque already, but was she expecting him to get naked, too? He wouldn't mind being naked around Tara but, never having met her friends, he'd be embarrassed being naked in front of them, especially the two young men with the much better bodies. It was then that reality hit him hard. He was being foolish. What would she want with an old, wrinkled man? 

Trying to prepare himself for the naked sight of her, he didn't want to startle her, if she was in the backyard naked with her guests. He didn't want them to think he was the pervert that he obviously was by imagining some of the things he had already imagined himself doing with her, his young enough to be granddaughter of a tenant, who was back there this very minute celebrating Nude Day naked. Naked, naked, naked, his heart pounded out of his chest with the naked thoughts of her. Naked, naked, naked, he couldn't wait to see her, all of her. Never had he felt this kind of sexual excitement before. For sure, this eclipsed the time he spent with Mary Beth topless in the pool, when she stuck her hand down his bathing trunks and stroked his cock.

"Oh, my God," involuntarily, he blurted out under his breath.

Maybe, he'd just take a peek and leave. Maybe, he'd just stay for a hot dog and a beer, ogle her when she wasn't looking and give her a hug, when he was ready to leave. She did invite him to join them, after all. This was his house, after all. Surely, he didn't want to be rude. If nothing else, he could make use of whatever he saw of her as fodder for his masturbation session later tonight.




Landlord Makes a Nude Day Barter



Only, when he walked down his driveway and rounded the corner to the backyard, he saw Tara sitting at the picnic table alone and with her back to him. She was naked. Slumped over with her face in her hands and her shoulders hunched forward, she looked sad. She looked, as if she had been crying and she never heard him approaching. He had never known her to be sad. He had never seen her cry and suddenly, he was angry that someone made her unhappy enough to make her cry. Focused on her, as if she was lit up by a spotlight, he was dizzy with desire for her.

Momentarily, he stopped and studied the naked sight of her exposed ass, back, and shoulders, before walking around to see the rest of her. She had a beautiful back, delicate, yet strong with broad shoulders and a slim waist. The anticipation of seeing her naked was the most excitingly erotic thought he ever had. He was breathless with the imagined vision of what he was about to see. In just a few more steps, he'd see Tara's bits and pieces, her tits and her pussy. With his pulse racing, his heart pounding, and his cock stiffening, slowly, he walked closer.

"John? You're home," she said turning her head to watch his advance, without turning her body and exposing her nakedness to him. "I didn't expect you back so soon," she said with a sad, albeit relieved smile, while wiping tears away from her flushed face.

"I'm sorry," he said taken by the naked sight of her. He was unable to think of any lies to tell her, so he told her the truth. "I lied about the ballgame. I was embarrassed about seeing you and your friends naked on Nude Day. I didn't want to intrude on your barbeque and ruin your good time with my old fashioned ideas and attitude."

Gradually, slowly, and unobtrusively, he walked around from the back of her, to the side of her, and to the front of her. With every step he took, he saw more of her. With every step he took, he wanted her more. Better than any of those naked women in magazines and on the Internet, she was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen.

"Well, I'm glad you're here, actually. I could use a friend," she said slow to grab her towel to cover up the front of her.

Even though it gratified him for her to refer to him as a friend, he wished he was more than that to her. Nonetheless, he had already seen what he needed to see. He saw her breasts, areolas, and nipples, and he even saw her shaved pussy. She was a spectacular sight to behold and one he was sure he'd masturbate over for the rest of his life.

"I'm glad you consider me a friend," he said smiling, while making eye contact and now feeling too uncomfortable to leer at her nakedness, after she referred to him as a friend. Only, as soon as she looked away, he leered at her anyway. 

"Happy Nude Day," she said with her trademark sexy smile, while draping the towel over her shaved pussy and holding it over her breasts. She appeared somewhat embarrassed not for herself, but for him, he imagined.

"Happy Nude Day to you, too," he said with a nervous smile. "Where's your friends?" Thinking they may be in the house, he removed his stare from her to look around the backyard for them.

"They cancelled last minute," she said with another sad, little smile. "They had a better invitation and didn't think enough of me to invite me to come along," she said with a shrug. "I wasted money on all this food. If I knew they weren't coming, I would have made other plans, perhaps. I feel so foolish, pathetic, actually. I'm not having a good summer," she said looking up at him with sadness. "First feeling the rejection of losing my job and now feeling the hurt of losing my friends, I can't help but feel unloved."

Unloved? How can anyone not love you, he thought. I love you, he wanted to say. You won't need a job or friends, so long as you with me, he wanted to console her. I'll be your everything, your financier, your friend, and your lover. Never will you feel unloved again, so long as you're with me. Only, he didn't say any of those things.

"I'm sorry," he said instead, wanting to reimburse her for the food she bought for the Nude Day show she gave him by the naked sight of her.

He looked at her. She was so lovely, exciting really. In a million years, before meeting her, he never thought he'd ever be attracted to someone so young. Other than those young women that he sometimes looked at on the Internet, he never thought he'd see someone as young and as beautiful as she was naked.

"Don't be. I should have known my friends were fickle," she said with another shrug. "Now that I think about it, for them to treat me like this, they're not my friends," she said with an expression of angry resolution.

"We can still have that barbeque, if you'd like," he said. "I'm starving. I haven't eaten anything since breakfast."

"Yeah? Really? Okay," she said with a wide smile. "Just let me go grab some clothes."

"Don't bother," he said and as he said it, he couldn't believe he said it. "This is Nude Day, after all, a holiday that I've never celebrated and never knew existed before, that is, until you invited me to join you. If it's okay with you, I'd like to celebrate the holiday naked with you."

"Really? Sure," she said with a sexy laugh. "Yeah, okay, that will be fun," she said putting down the towel and watching him, as he kicked off his shoes and stripped out of his clothes.

Neatly, he folded his shirt and his pants, as if he was getting ready for bed. Then, removing his socks and tee shirt, before removing his briefs. His cock stood at half attention. He was naked. He couldn't remember the last time he stood naked in front of Margret and now he was standing naked in front of this twenty-something-year-old, sexy co-ed, while she was naked, too. If he wasn't so excited, he would have felt ridiculous. Can life get any better than this? If it could, he couldn't imagine how. 

"Happy Nude Day," he said suddenly feeling unencumbered and free now naked and raising his hands over his head.

Admittedly, he liked this holiday. Only, he didn't think he could celebrate this holiday with his daughters in the way that he was celebrating Nude Day with Tara now. Margret must be turning over in her grave. If there's an afterlife, where he'll see Margret again, he was sure she'd give him an earful over what he did today.

"Where are your clothes? What is wrong with you getting naked in front of that child? Are you senile? Do you have dementia? You're old enough to be her grandfather, you old coot. What were you thinking? Have you no modesty? Put that thing away," he imagined Margret looking down at his cock and being offended. "Were you waiting for me to die, so that you could live the rest of your life as a pervert. I'm ashamed of you, John."

The imagined words of his wife, "I'm ashamed of you, John," echoed in his head. Only, he didn't care. He was too happy and too sexually aroused to care. After spending years taking care of Margret in her illness with the doctor's appointments, the Chemotherapy, the medications, and the personal care he gave her at the house, and after spending years grieving with the death of her, he needed something like this to remove his grief and sadness. Better than any medication that any doctor could have prescribed, this Nude Day celebration was just the thing that he needed to forget about death and to live life, if only for a day.

"Happy Nude Day, John," she said getting up from the picnic table and running to him, as if he was her long lost boyfriend.

When he first saw Tara naked, he didn't think his life could get any better. Yet, apparently for John, watching her run toward him with her shaved pussy and her breasts bouncing up and down and side to side, life did get better, especially once he felt her naked body pressed against his naked body. He stiffened, when she embraced him in a full frontal body hug. Afraid to wrap his arms around her for fear of what he'd feel and couldn't control himself from touching, he couldn't believe it. He was shocked. Never could he have imagined or fantasized about anything like this. Warm, soft, yet firm, and alive, she felt incredible in his arms.

And then she did it. She kissed him on the lips. It was a quick kiss, a peck, actually, but it was enough of a kiss for him to experience what it must feel like to kiss her, really kiss her. Her lips were so soft and so sweet and she blank his mind with her kiss. Her kiss was all that he could think about and his cock stiffened with his horny thoughts. When she move her face so close to his and pressed her naked body so tightly against his naked body, he imagined her in bed with him.

As if it wasn't enough to see Tara totally naked, seeing her ass, her tits, and her pussy, and for her to see him naked, seeing his ass, his cock, and his testicles, to feel her body, her breasts pressed against his chest and his penis in contact with her soft belly was an unbelievable feeling. Then, when she kissed him, it took all the self-control he possessed not to reach down and cup her sweet, firm, round ass. It took all the self-control he possessed not to reach down and fondle her breast. It took all the self-control he possessed not to French kiss her and push her back on the green, soft grass and make sweet love to her.

Yet, he'd ruin the moment, if he did that. He'd ruin everything and end their friendship, if he took advantage of her in that way. Obviously, by her unembarrassed demeanor, Nude Day was not deemed a sexual holiday for her, in the way that it obviously was, by his erection, for him. Instead, it was a day to be naked and feel free. Unencumbered by the constriction of clothes, it was one day in the year that everyone could experience what life would be like without made man conventions and self-imposed restrictions.

As soon as they broke their embrace, immediately, his cock stood straight out and he covered it with his hand.

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I didn't mean for that to--"

"Don't worry about it, John," she said looking down at his erection. "After a while, you won't even notice we're naked," she said with a giggle. "I must say though, she said with another long stare and a giggle, before staring down at his erection, again. "You have nothing to be ashamed of or embarrassed about with that monster."

He moved his hand away and when he did, his cock jumped to attention and leveled itself straight out, as if pointing at her and telling her that she was the one that he wanted. His erection embarrassed him, as much as it excited him. The fact that she noticed his erection, stared at his stiff prick, and commented about his cock being so big, was something he never even fantasized would happen.

He thought about what she had just said, after a while, you won't even notice we're naked. As if that would ever happen, he'd never be oblivious to her naked body. How could he ever not notice that they were both naked in his backyard? He was consumed with the naked thoughts of her in his arms.

"You're not so bad yourself," he said taking her comment and her staring at his cock as an invitation to ogle her, oh, so beautiful, young body.

With the beer freely flowing, they had their Nude Day barbeque and a wonderful conversation while naked. She was right. Sometimes, he forgot they were naked.

Then, still naked, as the day was coming to an end, they relaxed in the living room, while enjoying a few cocktails. Time for bed, Nude Day ended too soon and he wished there was a Nude Week, instead of a Nude Day. Wouldn't it be wonderful if he could spend all his days naked or clothe with Tara?

It was a warm evening and rather than put on the air conditioning, John opted for leaving his windows and bedroom door open for the cross breeze. Margret was the one who preferred the air conditioning. She was always hot. He hated it. He was always cold, especially now without the warmth of her to keep him warm and always, the chill of the air conditioning woke him up so cold that he had to cover himself up with blankets. Always, the interruption in his sleep, ruined his good mood for the day.

Still reeling from the amazing day he shared with Tara, he lay there naked in the dark thinking of her perfect, naked body during their impromptu Nude Day celebration. Excited more than he was embarrassed, he remembered her staring at his cock and making the comment of how big he was. Even more than the excitement he felt with Margret more than 40 years ago on their wedding night, more than the excitement he felt when a drunken neighbor, Mary Beth, exposed her breasts to him in her swimming pool, put his hands on her tits, and forced her hand down his bathing trunks, Tara excited him as much with her naked body as she did with her comment and her stare at his cock. Without doubt, he just had to look at Tara to feel lust, desire, and excitement. She was an incredible woman.

He thought about her kissing him on the lips, while she pressed her naked body against his. Feeling as if his body was alive with electricity, forgetting the loneliness and the heartache he felt by the death of his beloved wife, the feel of her naked breasts against his chest with his penis pressed against her soft belly made him want her more than he wanted anyone. It was then, when he thought of her naked body parts, her big, shapely, breasts, her firm, round ass, and her shaved pussy, that he started fondling himself. Excited with the thought of her, frustrated by his desire for her, he needed to cum. He was still so horny from seeing Tara, first in her tiny bikini and then when rubbing sunscreen on her nearly naked ass cheeks. Never had he felt such an ass and he stroked his cock to the fantasy of making love to her, while caressing her ass.

He wished he were younger. He wished she were older. He wish he was rich, so that he could just buy her affection by trading whatever vast fortune he had for a few years of happiness with her. 

He wished, when she hugged him, that he had reached his hand down the back of her and cupped her sweet ass, while reaching up his other hand to fondle her full breast. He wished, when she hugged him, that she had reached down to fondle his penis, before stroking him and falling to her knees to take him in her mouth. Yeah, if he had done that, if she had done that, he'd have more to masturbate about now. Still, he had so much to think about, after seeing her naked and after exposing his cock to her.

Quickly, after just a few slow strokes, he had an enormous erection and, not wanting to cum too fast, wanting to savor and preserve his sexual fantasy of her naked body longer, slowly and methodically, he started stroking himself again, while imagining touching her, feeling her, and caressing her. He imagined kissing her, French kissing her. He imagined pleasuring her with his fingers before pleasuring her with his tongue. He imagined reaching up to fondle her breasts, before gently fingering, pulling, turning, and twisting her nipples. He imagined her taking him in her hand and fondling him and stroking him, before taking him in her mouth, and--

"John."

He looked over to where he heard her voice and where she stood in his bedroom doorway. Was she really standing there or was he dreaming her standing there, while watching him masturbating? Was this vision of her part of his fantasy? He stared at her naked silhouette, still not fully knowing if she was real or imagined. 

With the green nightlight from the hall glowing behind her, appearing as if she was a blurred Angelic vision, all she needed were wings. Truly, a sight to behold, she was so beautiful, even in this dim light, especially in this dim light. She was still naked and taking her all in as a whole, instead of staring at bits and pieces of her, he stared at her naked outline, as he would stare at a sculptured masterpiece created by Michelangelo.

Concealed by the darkness, he wondered if her eyes had adjusted enough to the dim moonlight that she saw him stroking his cock. Embarrassed that she may have seen him playing with himself, he was excited that she may have been standing there watching him play with himself. He wondered if she could see as much of him, as he could see of her. He wondered if she could see that he had an erection.

In his unconscious attempt to show her how really big his cock was now, he moved his hand away from his erection for her to see, just how big it can get. Proud that, at his age, he was still able to get as big and as hard without the chemical effect from a little, blue pill, he still had an erection, the biggest and stiffest erection he's had in years. His cock pulsated with the naked sight of her.

He wondered how long she had been standing there. Had she been watching him play with himself? He wondered what she was thinking. He wondered what she wanted. He knew what he wanted. He wanted her. Did she want him, too?

"Tara, you startled me," he said suddenly feeling more embarrassed than excited. He put his hand over his cock.

He stared at her, while thinking about remortgaging the house to give her all the money he had, just for the chance to kiss her and to be with her.

"I'm sorry. It's so hot up there, suffocating, actually. I couldn't sleep."

You can sleep down here, if you'd like. I'll turn on the air conditioning. We can make love in air conditioned comfort, he wanted to say all of that to her, but didn't.

"I'm sorry. I've been meaning to put in an air conditioner up in your room, but it hasn't been that hot until now, until today, and I imagine that everyone hates air conditioning as much as I do," he said looking at her naked loveliness. "You could sleep down here in the guest bedroom, if you'd like. It's air conditioned," he said choosing his next words carefully.

"Thank you, John, I'd like that. That would be nice. I appreciate the offer." "I would have offered you that space before, but I didn't want you to get the wrong impression," he said thinking that I didn't want you to think that I wanted to take advantage of you, even though I do, but he didn't say that either. "Now that we're friends and have seen all that there is to see of one another," he said with a laugh, "you could move down here, rather than suffer upstairs in that hot attic space. I have plenty of room down here for you and all your things in the guest bedroom."

"Thank you, John, but no. I came downstairs hoping you were still awake," she said taking a cautious step in his room.

Without doubt, she could see that he was naked now. Without doubt, she could see his erection. He saw her look at it and look away, when he looked at her and caught her looking. The fact that she looked at his cock filled him with renewed excitement.  

"I couldn't sleep either," he said. "I think I had one too many beers. I don't drink like that anymore, especially so late in the evening, but we had a good time, didn't we?"

"We sure did, John and I just wanted to thank you for today. This was the best Nude Day celebration I ever had. Actually, it was the first and only Nude Day celebration I ever had," she said with a laugh. "You made it a memorable one, though."

"You're welcome," he said never removing his eyes from her silhouetted naked form.

"Also, I wanted to give you notice," she said walking a few steps in his room and walking close enough to his bed to see, if she was looking and if she was interested, all that she wanted and needed to see of him and all that she wanted and needed to show of herself.

Now stepping out of the silhouette of the nightlight and stepping more in the moonlight, he had a better view of her, too. She was so lovely. She was so sexy. She was so very beautiful. It was then that he realized what she had said.

"Notice? What notice? Notice for what?"

"Even though I look and apply for work every day, I've been unable to find a job," she said with a pause. "It's obvious to me that there are no jobs here and I don't have the money for rent," she said pausing again, while gathering her thoughts. "That's why I was crying before, when you first came into the backyard."




Landlord Makes a Nude Day Barter



Hoping to change her mind, he knew what she was going to say before she said it and he dreaded hearing her words. 

"Don't worry, Tara, you'll find a job. Something will open up, soon," he said hoping to persuade her from finishing her thought.

"I don't want to do this, but I'm going to have to drop out of school and move home with my folks, at least, until the economy gets better and until I can find a good enough of a job to support myself, again."

Only, he figured she was giving him notice of moving out of his house. He didn't realize that she was giving him notice of moving out of his life.

"Drop out of school? You have one more year until graduation. You'll be a Senior in September. You can't drop out now. You'll never go back. You'll never finish." You'll fall in love with some guy, get married, and have a bunch of kids. Then when he leaves you, as a single mom, you'll have to work at a lower paying job because you won't have a college degree. He wanted to say all of that, but didn't. Instead, he just said, "You'll regret that decision your entire life."

"What else can I do, John?"

"You can stay here with me," he said. We can have hot sex every night and cuddle naked every day, he wanted to say, but didn't. "You'll pay me, whatever and whenever you can. Don't worry about the money. I don't need your money, Tara. Really I don't."

"No, I can't do that. Thank you. That's very kind of you, but I'm not comfortable doing that," she said pausing her thought, as if trying to think of a way to compensate him for his generosity. "I have no way of repaying you."

How could a woman so beautiful and a woman with such a body say that she had no way to repay him? You can give me sex in exchange for your room and board, he thought, but just the thoughts of that sickened him. They were friends. The fact that he was old enough to be her grandfather filled and she was young enough to be his granddaughter filled him with as much disgust as it did lust. Yet, the naked sight of her made him crazy with the want and the need for her to remain in his life and living in his house. He do and say anything to keep her from leaving.

"If you won't accept my charity, what if you cooked and cleaned the house for your room and board. How's that? That's a fair exchange."

"My cooking and cleaning for you is hardly worth my room and board. Besides, I'm a lousy cook," she said with a laugh. "I don't have any other skills. I'm not handy with tools. I'm not much of a gardener. Right now, I'm feeling a little worthless."

"You said you're an English major. Right?"

John was in a panic. He'd say, try, and do anything to make her stay. He didn't want her to leave, not now, not after celebrating a holiday naked with her. She was the best thing that had happened to him in years. She made him want to live life again. 

"Yeah. So?"

"Well, English majors love to read. Right?"

"Reading is what I live to do, that's for sure," she laughed. "I can't tell you how many books, stories, and poems I've read in my life."

"That's what you can do for me."

"What? What can I do for you, John?"

She stopped his train of thought with her loaded, innuendo filled question. He loved it when she asked him, what can I do for you, John? Immediately, he had a long list of things that he would love for her to do for him. He'd love it, if she'd allow him to explore her naked body, while French kissing him. He'd love it, if she'd allow him to make sweet, passionate love to her. He'd love it, if she'd allow him to eat her pussy, while reaching up to caress her big tits and finger her nipples. He'd love it, if she'd agree to give him a hand job. He'd love it, if she'd agree to give him a blowjob. He'd love it, if she'd agree to stay with him tonight and forever, while giving him hot sex day and night.

"You can read to me," he said instead, while allowing the long list of his wants to play through his mind like a looped short movie.

"Read to you?" She looked at him with a puzzled expression on her face, as if he was pulling her leg. "Seriously? You want me to read to you?"

Still, he could tell that he piqued her curiosity and he was proud of himself that he thought of something to keep her here with him.

"My eyes aren't what they used to be. They get tired easily, as soon as I start reading a book. I used to love to read, especially before bedtime. Except for perusing the morning newspaper, the back of a cereal box at breakfast, and looking at the pictures in a magazine, I don't read much anymore because of that. Now that I'm not reading at all, I've been having trouble sleeping. It'd be swell if you could read to me."

"Seriously?"

"Yeah, I'd really like that. I really would."

"Okay, sure, I can do that for you, John. That's the least that I can do."

"Trust me," he said. "That's more than enough for you to earn your room and board. Matter of fact, get a book and you can start reading to me tonight. Maybe that will help us both sleep."

"What kind of book?"

Suddenly, she was filled with the same excited exuberance that she had when she ran to him naked to wish him a happy Nude Day. He mood was contagious and now he was excited by the thought of her reading to him.

"It doesn't matter. Anything. Something you'd like to read to me."

"Okay, sure," she said disappearing up the stairs to find a book. 

Before she returned, John turned on the overhead light and reached for his bathrobe. With the room brightly lit, he hoped she'd show up wearing a short, low cut, sheer and sexy nightgown, something that she'd accidentally flash him her tits and/or pussy, every time she moved to turn a page. Only, she surprised him by returning to his room still naked. For certain, he figured with the light on, she would have put on some clothes, but when she didn't, with her being comfortable around him naked, he didn't bother with his bathrobe either and stayed naked, too.

Now he really had a story to tell the men at the bar, a story even better than the one that Walter loved to tell about seeing his daughter naked, when he opened the bathroom door, as she stepped from the shower. He really never believed Walter's story about his daughter-in-law giving him a blowjob. Only, even if he still went to the bar and drank with the men, he wouldn't tell anyone about this. This was just between him and Tara.

This was a special moment and all that happened today was something so personal that he wouldn't cheapen it, by making it lurid, and ruin it by broadcasting it in a barroom filled with drunken, horny men, who wouldn't understand the relationship that was suddenly blossoming between them. Besides, they wouldn't believe him. With all of them being so old and undesirable, they'd never believe that a young, beautiful woman would want him. They'd all figure he was making it up, confessing his fantasy, and/or being delusional. For sure, they'd figure the death of his wife had caused him to lose his mind.

Unexpectedly, instead of pulling up a chair, Tara sat beside him on the bed and began to read to him. His throbbing erection was only a few inches away from her hand and he wished she would accidentally brush by it, as she turned a page. Distracted from her words, she sat so close to him that he could feel the heat from her body and that stirred his lustful horniness deep within his soul. He found the sound of her voice more soothingly erotic and sensual, instead of arousing and sexual. Only, his erection never diminished, as she read. Matter of fact, while he stared at her nakedness, his cock grew even stiffer.

She held the book low enough to give him a constant view of her breasts and high enough to give him a continual view of her shaved pussy. Watching her lips move, while forming the words of what she read gave him reason to fantasize about kissing her. He imagined moving his cock to her full lips and she taking him in her mouth. There sitting in the brightly lit room naked with him, she made him so very horny.

It had been a long time, since his cock was as hard. It had been a long time, since he's had sex, other than by his own hand. It had been a long time, before he was married, since he's been with a woman other than his wife, other than Margret. 

Maybe with her being naked and because he had a clear and continual view of her tits and pussy, was the reason why he was so excited and he was. He couldn't remember being as sexually excited, as he was now with her sitting beside him, while naked on his bed and reading to him. He had a never ending erection, something he hasn't had, since he was a much younger man and it excited him that she was looking at his cock, every time she turned a page.

"I'm sorry," he said suddenly feeling as conspicuous as he felt perverted. He covered his erection with his hand, after she noticed his stiff cock. She stared at it long enough to interrupt her reading. "I'm so embarrassed. I haven't had sex in several years. My wife died three years ago and she was sick for a few years before that, too sick for us to be intimate."

She looked at him, before looking down at his engorged prick. She returned her look to his face, again, and gave him her trademark sexy smile. 

"There's nothing to feel sorry for, John," she said staring at his hand that partially covered his cock. "Matter of fact," she said biting her lip, while staring at his cock, before looking up at him with her big, blue eyes. "That's certainly something I can do for you and something that I'm good at doing."

"What's that?"

He looked at her with confusion, before looking at her with recognition that turned to excited disbelief. 

"I can help you out with that," she said nodding her head and looking down at his erection again. She dropped her hand from the book to his thigh.

"Pardon?"

Hoping she meant what he thought she meant, he couldn't believe she'd agree to give him sex. Surely, it was just his horniness, surely, it was just him wanting her so much, and surely, it was his over active imagination that was giving him those inappropriate sexual thoughts.

"I can give you a bit of relief. I don't mind," she said moving her hand further up his leg. She was touching him, albeit only on his upper thigh, but she was touching him at a place where he now clearly understood her meaning. Her hand felt so soft and warm and his cock throbbed with his imagined thought of her touching his penis. It had been a long time, since Margret had touched him there and he yearned for her to touch him there, too.

"No, really, don't be silly. I can't ask you to do that. That's wrong. You're younger than my daughters," he said looking at her with excitement that washed away with his disappointment. "Trust me, this is enough, plenty, that you're here with me, while we're both naked and reading to me," he said moving his hand away from his cock with a nervous laugh. "I can take care of this later," he said looking down at where she was staring.

His throbbing cock was in plain sight of her now and her hand was so close that if he turned his body to the side, it would be in contact with her fingers and she'd be touching it.

"I can take care of this for you now," she said reaching out her arm and taking his cock in her hand. "I can read and stroke you at the same time," she said staring down at his cock again, while slowly stroking him. "Obviously, it's all my fault. I'm the one responsible for your sexual excitement, after getting naked in the backyard."

He couldn't believe it. Tara held his cock in her hand. She was running her soft, long fingers over the head of his penis, while fondling his cock, before slowly stroking him. She was giving him a slow, erotic hand job. 

"You don't have to do this, Tara," he said looking at her, before looking down and watching her stroke him. "I don't want you to think that you need to do this to stay here," he said hoping she'd continue and wouldn't stop.

"I don't think that, John. I want to do this for you. Besides, I'm very skilled at giving hand jobs. I've given quite a few hand jobs in my life," she said with a little laugh. "It's been a while for me, too, since I've had a cock in my hand and I'm enjoying playing with your penis. It's so big and hard."

"Oh, God. You're hand feels so incredibly good," he said briefly closing his eyes, before opening them to watch her. He didn't want to miss a moment of Tara giving him a hand job. "Only, do me a favor."

"What's that?"

"Don't read. I can't focus on what you're doing, if you read. Just continue to do what you're doing now," he said closing his eyes briefly, before turning his head to stare at her tits. "I especially like it, when you look at my cock, while stroking it.

"Okay," she said closing the book and putting it down. "By allowing me to give you a hand job, you're doing me a favor, as well."

"I am? How?"

"I've been so very horny, lately and even more so after celebrating National Nude Day with you. I've been so busy with my studies that I haven't had sex with anyone in a while, either. That was the real reason for the Nude Day barbeque. I was hoping to get lucky with Tom's friend, Mike, by flaunting my naked body, under the pretense of Nude Day," she said with a laugh, while stroking him faster. "Seeing your cock at the barbeque, especially when you were walking around with an erection has made me terribly aroused, horny, actually. You really do have a big cock, John. I love your big cock," she said staring down at it, while stroking him faster.

"Really?"

"Oh, yeah, I've been soaking wet all afternoon thinking about touching your cock, only, I didn't know how you'd react. It was so hot upstairs and I was making myself even hotter, by wondering if you were down here sleeping in the nude."

"Oh, dear," he said. "I was thinking the same thoughts about you."

"Only, if I came on to you and if you rejected me, I didn't want you to be so insulted and offended that you'd ask me to leave. Matter of fact, I was upstairs masturbating to the thoughts of having sex with you, which is really why I came downstairs. I was hoping you were still awake. I was hoping you were still naked and I was hoping to see your big cock, again."

Insulted? Offended? Here he was thinking himself the pervert by lusting over her and she's been lusting over him and his cock. Go figure.

"Ask you to leave? I'd never do that. I'd never reject you. You are welcome to stay here, as long as you want, Tara," he said looking down at her hand, while watching her stroking him faster. "You are welcome to touch my cock and give me a hand job, whenever you want," he said with a laugh.

"Thank you, John, I'll keep that in mind," she said sharing his laughter.

"Can I do something for you?"

"If you don't mind, yeah, you could play with my breasts and finger my nipples. I like having my nipples pulled and twisted, while giving a hand job. I can masturbate myself, while I stroke your cock."

"Sure, I can do that."

So, there they were, Tara stroking John's cock and masturbating herself, while he fondled her big tits and fingered her nipples. Then, when he leaned over to take her nipples in his mouth, she leaned over and down to take his cock in her mouth. She was blowing him. He couldn't believe that his beloved Tara was sucking his cock.

He looked down to watch her. He needed to see his cock in her mouth. Only, her hair surrounded his naked body in the way that Lady Godiva's hair covered her nakedness. With a gentle hand, he cupped her hair out of the way and she turned her head slightly for him to see her working on his cock with her mouth and tongue.

"Do you like to watch me blowing you?"

"Yes."

"I enjoy an audience, too," she said removing his cock from her mouth momentarily to speak, before taking all of him in deeper.

"Blow me, Tara. Suck my cock."

"I love your big, cock, John," she said looking up at him and smiling.

With that, she became more aggressive with her blowjob. Bobbing her head up and down, she swirled her tongue around the length of his big prick, while making all the cock sucking sounds that men love to hear and that shows the woman is enjoying sucking their cock, as much as they are enjoying having their cock sucked.

Married to Margret for nearly forty years, the only women he had ever been with, except for that prostitute that he was with in Saigon, while stationed in Viet Nam, he had never experienced a blowjob like the one he was getting now. Margret didn't suck cock. She dabbled. She mouthed it, while licking it a few times. He never even ejaculated in her mouth.

He watched Tara suck his cock, while he played with her tits. For someone so young, she was a great cocksucker. It felt incredible when she cupped his balls, while sucking him and then alternated her hand to stroke him. Never would he have expected her to give him a hand job, but she did. Never would he have expected her to give him a blowjob, but she was. 

"Tara, I'm going to cum," he said expecting her to remove his cock from her mouth.

Only, instead of removing his cock from her mouth, she stroked him faster, while still blowing him, sucking him, and licking him, before reaching down and cupping his testicles. Margret never cupped his testicles and, when Tara did that in such a gentle and loving way, it felt excitedly wonderful.

"It's okay, John. I want you to cum in my mouth. It's not a blowjob, unless you cum in my mouth and unless I swallow," she said removing his cock long enough to speak and long enough to give him her sexy, trademark smile.

"Oh, God, Tara."

Playing with her tits, pulling and twisting her nipples, he exploded all that he had in her mouth, within a few seconds of her cupping his balls.

He couldn't believe she blew him. He couldn't believe she sucked his cock and allowed him to cum in her mouth. He found it so sensually erotic, when she swallowed all that he had to give.

He didn't remember falling asleep, but he did. He slept like a baby. He couldn't remember when he's had such a good night's sleep. When he woke up the next morning, he was surprised that Tara was still there sleeping beside him. He turned and spoon her, while cupping her big breast. It surprised him that he immediately had an erection. 

"You're up, early," she said reaching behind her and grabbing his cock. She turned and stared at him, before stroking his cheek and kissing him lightly. Then, she French kissed him. "I want you, John. Make love to me. I love doing it in morning."

He had to get up to pee first and while in the bathroom, he had second thoughts. He didn't think he could satisfy her in the way she had, no doubt, grown accustomed to being satisfied, when with a younger man, but he did. They lived like that for nearly a year, until she graduated and left him and that small town to begin her life elsewhere. She sends him a postcard regularly and returns to see him, every July 14th, where they spend the day celebrating Nude Day naked, before making love. 



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My next story will be "How to Use Erotic Hypnosis" and will be in the How To category. Enjoy this story and vote. Fives are appreciated MH 

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My name is Mike Black. It was now two years since I was divorced and I was frustrated. The mating game was too difficult. I decided I had to do something to help my sex life. I was a master hypnotist and I would use my talents. I bought a large house near the university and advertised for roomers. The house had seven bed rooms and a master suite. I had the master suite and I could use the rooms as bait. I intentionally made the price very low and indicated that graduate students were preferred and I especially wanted people who followed rules and were very neat.

I figured that would do two things. Rule followers tend to be better hypnosis subjects and the neatness issue might attract more women. I intended to have mostly women. I was going to have a house full of sex slaves.

I decided that I would be up front with my interest in hypnosis. With the cheap rent I could set my terms. The first applicant was a man. His name was Harry Schmidt. . He was a good looking math major who was struggling to get a masters degree and teach in junior collage. 

"Your rent is so much lower than everybody else, is there a catch?"

"As long as you asked, yes. I am trying to become a hypnotist and I want my tenants to agree to let me practice on them."

"Well. I guess that will be okay."

"I need to check to see if you can be hypnotized. Is that okay?"

"Sure, I guess so."

"First, sit in that chair and relax every muscle in your body. Now I am going to count to twenty five. With each number your trance will go deeper. As your trance deepens your left arm will rise." I decided it would be interesting to have a man, but only if he was a perfect subject. So I gave him the ultimate test to see if he could be quickly enslaved. His arm started to come up in fits. That was what happens if he is a good subject. Now I will wake him and see what he knows.

"Harry, when I count to three you will wake from a deep trance feeling terrific. You will tell me everything you remember from your trance. You will remain under my control and go into an even deeper trance when I tell you to. One two three."

He woke up and looked around. "I feel terrific, what did you do. I don't remember anything."

So far so good. Now for the final test. "Harry, go into a trance." He closed his eyes and his whole body became limp. 

"Harry, take your clothes off. You will remain under my complete control, even when you are awake. Do you understand?" 

"Yes." He then took off his clothes. He obviously did not work out. His penis was small and tucked into his testicles. He had a slight paunch.

"Harry, how is your sex life?"

"I have a girl friend and we have sex at least once a week."

"What is her name?"

"Loretta."

"At your first opportunity bring her here and tell her that she will feel wonderful if I hypnotize her. Do you understand? Can you do that?"

"Yes, if I get the room." I had him get dressed and woke him up.

"We have a deal. When do you want to move in?"

"Probably on the weekend."

"That will be fine."

My next applicant was a woman of about thirty five who was a reentry person. She was working toward a doctorate in sociology. She was perfect for me, if she was a good subject. I would take more time with her. I wanted her. Her name was Alice Green. Like everyone would, she asked me why the rent was so low.

"I am rich and don't need the money. I want to be a hypnotist and I am looking for potential subjects. I figured offering cheap lodging would attract people. I just rented a room to a man named Harry Schmidt. Do you know him?"

I mentioned Harry because that would make everything seem less sexual. "No, I don't know him. Hypnosis, that is kind of scary. Can you make me do things I don't want to do?"

"Oh, no. You know that every book says that people can't be made to do what they don't want to do." I said that with a totally straight face.

"I'm just a beginner and I am sure that I wouldn't be able to do much anyway. I am hoping to get better. I want to be an entertainer."

"If I am willing, what do we do next?"

"I have been given a test to determine whether people can be good subjects. I will try it on you. If it works, I will offer you a room."

"All right. We can at least try that. I'm still not sure."

"Sit in that chair and let your whole body relax. Think of nothing and just listen to my voice. As I speak your trance will get deeper as your mind remains blank. You will almost be in a coma. A very comfortable coma. Your head will feel very heavy and fall forward."

I kept on talking. As I talked her head started to fall forward. Soon her chin was touching her chest. I checked her eyes and they were rolled up. "Your head is on your chest and you cannot lift it."

That was another test for deepness. If she moved her head she flunked. She did not move her head. "You are feeling very warm, incredibly warm."

She was wearing jeans and a university sweatshirt. She started to squirm. I kept making it hotter and hotter without any instructions a to what to do about it. Finally, she pulled her sweatshirt out and fanned her self with the edges. "Take the sweatshirt off?"

She quickly did. I made it warmer yet. She was obviously uncomfortable. I told her that her bra straps were burning her. Then I told her to take her bra off. She did. Her breasts were medium size and slightly sagging. Very nice to look at. I had her get her clothes back on. "You are feeling wonderful. Better than you can remember. When I count to three you will wake up If I say coma to you, you will go into an even deeper trance. One two three."

She woke up. "I feel wonderful and strange. What did you do to me?" 

"I hypnotized you. Was it okay?"

"I don't know, I don't remember."

"Coma." She collapsed.

"When I wake you, you will remember that you were hypnotized and your body was made completely limp. More limp than you have ever experienced.. You will not think of or remember anything else."

I woke her. "I remember now, I was very limp. That's strange. How often will this happen?"

"Maybe once a week."

"All right, I need a room and this is nice and the price is right. Can I move in tomorrow?"

We completed the arrangements.

I quickly saw three other people who did not pass my criteria. The fourth person was a twenty something woman who was very attractive. Her name was Sally West. She was interested in hypnosis herself. She asked me if she could watch some of my sessions. I told her yes, if she turned out to be a good candidate.

I went through the same routine as I did with Alice. When I got to the heat I changed it. She seemed to be an extraordinary subject.

"You are feeling very hot, your whole body is very hot. Your vagina is very hot and dripping. You are feeling aroused. Being hypnotized arouses you. You like to have a man in control of you. How do you feel?"

"Hot and horny."

"Take your clothes off."

She quickly did. "Do you want me to fuck you?"

"Yes."

I took my pants off and approached her with my pole sticking out. I was fairly large. "Open your eyes and stick my pole into you."

She was sitting on the chair and I was leaning over her. She took my cock and directed it into her dripping cunt. I pushed in and she immediately started to contract around my cock. She was cuming already. I kept pumping through her first orgasm. After a few minutes she started up again and we came together. She would definitely do. I woke her.

"How do you feel?"

"Like I just had sex. What did you do to me?"

"We had sex and you loved it. Do you want a room?"

She smiled. "Yes."

I quietly relaxed and we did the paperwork. 

I now had filled three of my seven rooms. I realized that may be enough for awhile. 

The three of them moved in that week. I explained that I had decided that three was all I wanted at first. I invited them all to a Sunday brunch. I got food and made a buffet in the large dining room. I had eggs and fish and pastries. It was very nice. When the four of us were through eating, I spoke up. "I would like to practice my hypnosis now, if that is all right." It was still before noon and they all agreed. I realized that in the future I should precondition them to make sure they would be available.

I also realized I gave Alice and Harry different key words and none for Sally. Little problems I would solve. They would go under by induction anyway. 

We all went into the living room. I had the chairs arranged so we could all sit around and see each other. After we were seated I asked them all to close their eyes and relax. I told Alice to go into a coma and Harry a trance. "Sally I want you to count down to twenty five, when you get there you will be in an even deeper trance than last time."

She followed instructions and was soon as limp as a dish rag. "All of you, I am going to waken you. You will feel terrific. When ever I tell you to sleep, you will go into an even deeper trance. You will be under my complete control and that will make you feel very secure and comfortable. You will do everything I tell you, even if you are not in a trance. You will not remember anything but that you were hypnotized and you feel good." 

I woke them. "How do you all feel?" I was most concerned about Alice.

Harry said, "I feel terrific. That's a real upper you deliver." I was glad he went first.

Alice was next. "I don't know. I feel good, but I feel unsettled. Like I am losing control."

Sally was last. "She spoke with a twinkle in her voice and her eyes. I also feel like I am losing control and I love it." 

I had to work on Alice. "Harry and Sally you can leave, I want to talk with Alice." 

They wandered off. "Alice, sleep " She slumped.

" What are you thinking about?"

"I don't know. I am afraid of losing control."

"Have you ever made love with anyone?"

"Yes, only once."

"Why only once?"

"I was afraid he only wanted my body and he left me when I wouldn't make love when he wanted to. I have never tried again."

"Do you want to have sexual release?"

"I don't think about it."

"From now on you will be under my complete control. You will do what I tell you without thought. Doing that will make you feel good and satisfied. You will not be afraid. I will not leave you. Do you understand?"

"Yes."

"Take your clothes off." She would either do it or she would wake up in a panic. I was betting that, deep down, she wanted to be controlled.

She stood up and took off her sweat suit and underwear. She was now naked. Just then, Sally wandered in. "I told you I wanted to watch. I thought that's what you were doing. I want to play, too." She walked up to Alice who was now standing quietly and felt her cunt.

"My, my, it's sopping wet." That was interesting. I hadn't suspected that.

"Are you going to fuck her? I want you to fuck me."

"Sally, sleep." She collapsed. I needed Harry. "Alice don't move."

I went looking for Harry. He was in the kitchen drinking a soda. "Harry, follow me."

He followed me into the den. "Harry, go to sleep and then take all of your clothes off. Stay in a trance and stand up." Harry took all of his clothes off. "Alice. I want you to make love with Harry. Harry, lay on the floor, face up. Alice, wake up and remain in a trance. Suck his penis until it gets hard. Then put it into your vagina. Harry is a nice man and it will feel very good."

She went over to Harry and knelt next to him. She gently took his shriveled penis and leaned over and began sucking it. "Harry I want you to wake up and remain in a trance." 

Harry began to react to Alice's amateur sucking. He extended to about five and a half inches. Alice seemed surprised. "Alice, now you will sit on Harry and put his penis in your vagina." I kept waiting for her to wake up screaming. It didn't happen.

Alice did it. She sat on Harry's soft stomach and guided his erect penis into her vagina. Without being told, she moved up and down his little pole. "Alice, that feels very good. You will have an orgasm when I tell you to." She kept it up for several minutes. Harry was starting to pant. "You may both cum now." Harry shot into her and she made little humming noises as she bounced up and down. 

"Sleep, both of you. Sally wake up and stay in a trance." As if it made a difference. She stood up and looked at Harry and Alice. "So that's what you did while I was gone. Now fuck me"

She began to take her clothes off. "How about fucking Harry?"

"I'll do whatever you tell me, but I want you."

I took my clothes off. "I want to fuck you in the ass. Take the position."

She put her head on the floor and stuck her butt in the air. I pushed my cock into her cunt to moisten it and then pushed into her ass. She pushed back against me. She was cuming as soon as I entered her. She came twice while I was pumping. On her second orgasm, I came. I could get addicted to this. 

"All of you, remain in a trance and wake up and stand up." They all stood up.

"From now on you will call me Master when we are alone with each other. You will always do everything I tell you and doing so will make you feel terrific, like now. You all feel terrific, right?" They all said yes. 

"Harry, you were going to bring Loretta over. When can you do that?"

"I'll bring her over tonight."

"Alice are you feeling better?"

"Yes, Master, I am feeling very good." I was right about her. I also suspect she liked Harry. 

"Sally, you will start sleeping with me at night."

"Yes, Master."

"Alice you will make breakfast for the group and Harry, you will clean up. That's it until tonight. Have a good day everybody." Harry and Alice picked up their clothes and wandered off. Sally came over to me and hugged me. 

"I will like sleeping with you."

That night Harry came home with a mousy looking women. Loretta was about twenty four and thin with wispy hair. I suspected that with work she could be very attractive. Right now she just looked mousy in loose fitting jeans and sweater.

"Mike, this is Loretta. I told her that you could hypnotize her and help her sleep at night."

"Hi, Loretta. Do you have trouble sleeping at night?"

She had a musical voice. "I don't think I sleep at all. I always wake up tired."

"Do you live alone?"

"No, I live with roommates. That may be part of he problem. They never go to bed. I go to bed and lay there and listen to them." "Loretta, stand up. Make your whole body totally stiff." She did. 

"As I tilt you, you will go into a deep trance, it will become a very peaceful trance when I have you relax your muscles. Until I tell you make them stiffer and stiffer." As I tilted her I felt her stomach. It was as stiff as oak. She was already under my control. "Limp, now!" She became like a limp noodle. I caught her in my arms. Her head, arms and legs dangled. I placed her on a chair.

"You are now under my total control. I control everything about you. I could stop your breathing. Tonight you will sleep the entire night and wake up totally refreshed. You will remain under my control and you will not remember being hypnotized. If I tell you to do something your mind will treat it as your idea. You will not be able to refuse anything I command. When you wake up you will feel terrific. You will remain under my complete control. If I tell you to sleep, you will again become totally limp. You can wake up."

She woke up. "I feel terrific."

"Loretta, let me see you naked?"

"Right here?"

"Yes." She proceeded to take her clothes off. She had a nice body, hidden by the loose clothes. Her breasts were small and well formed and her hips were slim and shapely. The hair on her pussy was trimmed and neat. This was a woman who looked her best naked. 

"Harry, could you come here?"

He came in. He looked at Loretta and did not seem surprised. "Harry, I am going to fuck Loretta. Loretta, Lay on the floor so I can fuck you." She lay down and raised her knees in the missionary position. I remembered what I told Sally. At my age, I would never be able to service Sally. "Harry, you do it instead of me."

I walked out as Harry was taking his clothes off. Loretta would make the most obedient sex slave. She had a huge need to be dominated. I would tell her to move in the house. I waited a few minutes and walked into the den. Harry was still pumping Loretta. She was not doing much. "Loretta, move your hips against Harry. Increase the friction." She did as I said. Soon Harry shot into her and promptly pulled out. Quite the lover. Loretta lay there unfulfilled. 

"Harry, lick Loretta's clit, until she cums."

He stared for a moment. Obviously he never did such a thing. He bent between her legs and started licking. Now Loretta reacted. She moved her hips against his mouth. He kept licking and she started bucking her hips. Soon she was screaming noises. "Harry, you can stop now."

He was clueless how to tell if Loretta came. I suspect it never happened. "Loretta, I want you to move into this house. You can stay for free." She was laying on the floor gulping air. She just nodded. I had Harry take Loretta to gather her things.

It was getting late and I went to my suite. A naked Sally awaited me. She was too easy. I liked a challenge. What could I do with her that would be a challenge? I suspected that she would walk naked in a museum, if I told her. Her motivation was different from Loretta. She didn't care about being controlled, she liked the excitement and the sex. If I controlled her and never gave her the thrills she craved, eventually she would not respond. She wanted me to provide exciting sex without her having to make any of the decisions. This way her family values could not interfere with her sexual desires.

"Sally, I want you to lick my ass hole."

She proceeded to give me a very nice licking. I heard Harry and Loretta returning. "Sally go get Loretta and bring her in here. Tell Harry that I said he should go to bed."

She quickly went out and got Loretta. She was still naked. "Here is Loretta, Harry went to bed."

Loretta looked alarmed. Sally had her by her arm and was practically dragging her. "Hello, Loretta. Relax and strip." 

She looked momentarily startled and then took her clothes off. "Sally, put her on the bed and lick her cunt. Make her cum."

Sally was not gay. I had hit on the thing that would test my control. She pulled Loretta by the arm and pushed her down on the bed. She spread Loretta's legs and proceeded to eat her. At first Loretta did not respond. But, soon, she began to gyrate her hips. This might be her second orgasm today or ever. I took my clothes off while Sally was working. I went behind Sally and pushed my cock into her exposed cunt. She gasped and licked harder. She pushed back against me as I pumped. I also massaged her clit as I pumped. Soon her vagina walls were contracting around my cock. She was furiously pushing against me. Loretta must have reacted to the events because she came at that moment. She actually squirted Sally.

"Loretta, you and Sally will sleep with me tonight." I went to sleep between the two women. It was a wonderful feeling. 

We woke up to the smell of breakfast. Loretta and Sally were both hugging me. Sally had her hand on my cock. I felt Loretta's cunt to see if it was wet. I felt like some variety before breakfast. When I touched it and poked inside it started to get moist. I played with her clit for a while and then mounted her. Sally watched. "Sally, lick her breasts while I fuck her."

Loretta was reacting to me. She was moving her hips in rhythm to my motions. I kept pumping for several minutes while Sally licked her erect nipples. "Loretta I want you to have an orgasm" With that she came as I shot into her.




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"Loretta, I am your Master and you will address me as Master unless a stranger is around. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Master."

"Lets all get breakfast." We went, naked, to the kitchen. Harry was there talking to Alice as she made an omelet. They were both dressed. 

"Hey you two, if we are naked, you have to be naked. Get undressed." They promptly did. Alice took the omelet off the stove first and then took her clothes off. She made a wonderful omelet. The only one I had not fucked was Alice. She was sitting near Harry. I was sure she liked him. Well I certainly had to assert my status as Master. She was desirable looking. 

"Alice, while Harry is cleaning up I want you to come into the bedroom so I can fuck you."

"Yes, Master." She did not show any emotion. She was just following orders. I wasn't sure I could follow through since I had just performed. But the mornings were frequently better for multiples. 

"Alice, I want you to suck my cock until it is hard." I sat on the bed and she kneeled in front of me and took it in her mouth. I started to react. Soon I was erect. I felt her pussy. It was damp. Not sopping. Well, more friction that way. We did it in the missionary position. I rubbed her clit for awhile with some results. "Alice, you are feeling very aroused."

That did it. I pushed into her, hard. She gasped and started to match my pumping. She was very tight. Good thing too, I needed the extra stimulation. I pumped for at least five minutes. Loretta came along slowly. Finally, I felt her starting to respond. There was more lubrication and she was panting. "Loretta, you will have an orgasm, now!" I felt a small spasm on my cock. This woman was not over sexed. I finally came myself and pulled out of her. She lay there, looking deflated with her arms spread and cum dripping out of her cunt. 

"Alice, do you like Harry?"

"Yes, Master."

"Have you had sex with Harry?"

"No Master."

That figured. They deserved each other. Alice, I want you to see if you can seduce Harry. When you do, you will be very aroused and you will cum when he is fucking you. Do you understand?" 

She smiled. "Yes, Master."

I decided that I would like to watch that show. For now we all had places to go. I was home before everybody else. Harry came back with Alice. They were holding hands. "Harry, Alice sleep." They collapsed together. 

"For the rest of the evening you will not pay any attention to me. It will be as if I was not here."

I wanted to watch to see how Alice would go about seducing Harry. I woke them up. They stood up as if nothing happened and walked into the den, still holding hands. They sat next to each other on the couch. Alice kissed Harry and he kissed her back. It was a nice kiss, nothing special. Harry pulled away and started talking. She took his hand and put it on her breast. He put his hand in his lap. She whispered in his ear and he laughed nervously. I could see that she was getting desperate. She kneeled in front of him and unzipped his fly. She reached in and pulled out his cock. It just got past his zipper. She put her mouth around it and sucked the whole thing into her mouth. It grew in her mouth. 

Alice stood up and grabbed Harry's extended cock and pulled him up stairs to his bedroom. He had no choice but to follow. I followed. They went in the bedroom. Alice tugged Harry's pants off with her right hand while she was loosening her jeans with her left hand. Harry looked stunned. Soon they were both naked from the waist down. Alice shrugged off her blouse and undid her bra. Harry finally got the point and took his shirt off.

Alice lay down and spread her legs. "Harry, put it in me. Now!"

Harry did as he was told. She started to gyrate and Harry pumped. After about a minute Harry started to ejaculate. I held my breath. Did Alice cum? I looked at her. She came. She was flushed and was hugging Harry. What a couple. Loretta would not miss him. I would have to get her a man when I was tired of her. I didn't think I was going to get tired of Sally very fast. Having a women on either side of me as I slept was a heavenly feeling. My experiment had worked beyond my expectations.

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Landlord's Son



"I can beat what is in that drawer"

Jennifer looked up quickly at the landlord's son. She instantly thought of the drawer of toys in her room. Surely that is not what he was talking about. His eyes said otherwise. Their dark brown depth was smoldering with a heat that she knew, all too well. Her mouth went dry, she licked her lips nervously. 

"May I come in?"

Jennifer looked at the young man on the other side of the screen door. He has grown much since she had first met him, when she first moved in. He must have been 14 or 15, much too young then to look at. But now, he was a man, just turning 21 a few days prior. She could look at him now and she couldn't help but notice a resemblance to his father that she had always had a crush on. He had his dark eyes, skin and hair, a shout to his Latin heritage. 

His smile was one in the same, a confidence and knowing that made her look at him twice. She noticed his chest was not quite widened out, he had a bit of growing to do yet. He wore a shirt that the sleeves were cut out and the sides were open all the way down to the bottom. She could perfectly see his biceps and his sculpted sides and abdomen. Jennifer had always been a sucker for a nice body and this was no exception. Her body reacted as it should, heating up and tightening up. Her eyes fluttered slowly down his body, eyes resting at the growing bulge in his pants.

Casey knew when her eyes settled, he had her. He had thought about this tenant for years, since he had met her in his youth. He and his father had put an air conditioner in one of her back rooms a few months after she moved in. She was 23 or 24 at the time and he remembered thinking of her as a teacher. Her hair was in a tight bun a top her head and she was dressed in a long black dress with sandals. Her tight body was not like any teacher that he ever had though. No teacher made him feel a stirring in his loins like Jennifer did. 

Casey's eyes flitted to her hair now, it was once again in a no nonsense bun, but he knew her secret. As much as she tried to hide her beauty, it was impossible. Passing below her window a few months ago, Casey had seen her brushing her hair. It was almost down to her knees but not quite. Her dark auburn hair was thick and flowing around her body.

He stood there taken aback, looking up at her through the second story window. He was unable to move, transfixed. He did not know why such locks would make him grow hard, but there was a change to the woman when her hair was down. It was as if all of her features had softened, she was more approachable. On a normal day, bun and business attire, he would never have thought to approach an almost thirty year old women. She was untouchable, unreachable at his current state, age and status. But now he looked at her differently, that night in the window had changed things.

As he stood there watching her groom herself, she started to braid her hair, pulling away the curtain that was her massive hair. Her body was unveiled, she was naked and there was still droplets of water that could be seen from outside. She must have just gotten out of the tub, her skin still had a red blush from the hot water. He could only see the top half of her, arms raised, stretching his view a bit more. Pushing her large globes up, creating a great profile as she moved. Eyes went to her neck and shoulders, softly elegant, lightly tanned. 

Jennifer was quickly done with her braid and wrapped it up into her trademark bun, pushing a silver chopstick in to hold it in place. She pulled a silken night gown on over her exposed body and walked out of his view. The vision was over, the spell had been broken. Or had it? His thoughts and dreams now filled of his parent's tenant. He thought of ways to walk around the apartment building, he even moved into one of the apartments to be closer to her. To no avail. She never needed anything fixed and when he offered to help with any fixing, she said she always takes care of it.

Casey was running out of options, but finally there was a leak and it was hers. He could not describe the elation with this discovery. He would be able to talk to her, alone, in her apartment while he was fixing the problem.

He waited until she got home that night, she did not work a regular job, thus her schedule was anything but consistent. He caught her as she was coming up the stairs.

"Ma'am."

He paused when she gave him a glare that did not improve her approachability. Stumbling over his words, he quickly explained that there was a leak and he needed to look in her apartment to find out where it was coming from. His words were quick, rushed and even he, could hear his lack of confidence.

Jennifer sighed, obviously not happy about the inconvenience. "Come on, might as well come in."

Casey could not suppress a smile as he watched her ass sway back in forth in her suit. The tight dark blue fabric left little to the imagination. By the time the pair made it up the stairs, Casey was pulling on his bulge uncomfortably. 

Waiting for her to unlock the door, he noticed that she too seemed a bit nervous. He actually had never been this close to her before and caught a whiff of her sweet smelling perfume. The smell did nothing to help qualm the young man's body. As he walked in, he realized he had not been in this apartment for over five years and it had changed in that time. The yellow walls were now a powder blue and there were even new lighting fixtures. The apartment was almost sparse in its furnishing, yet each piece was lovingly picked and all worked well together.

"I am just going to check under your sinks, to see if I can figure out which is leaking."

She turned away from him and gave him a non-committal nod and started pulling out groceries from the nylon shopping bags. 

Casey walked through the house, noting a bra hanging on the knob. His fingers itched to finger the material, but he resisted. Going through the bedroom, he saw the rumpled state of her bed, he could see her naked form lying on top of the sheets. The bathroom was connected to the Master bedroom and he was inside of the room. He quickly pulled the door open and entered the aquamarine walled room. He saw the feminine things that surrounded him and wondered about the woman who's bathroom he was in. The faint smell that he could smell on her only earlier, was now filling his nostrils again. It must be a shower gel he was smelling. He also saw a basket full of makeup, which surprised Casey because he had never seen her with a lick of it on. 

Remembering why he was there, he opened her sink cabinet to look at her pipes. He didn't get to the pipes, before he noticed a vibrator shoved in the back of the cabinet. He couldn't help but reach into the cabinet and touch it. It was white and about 6 inches long, the circumference was average as well, a few inches around. Casey heard a noise behind him and in a panic, threw the vibrator back under the sink. He waited a moment and she did not come into the bathroom. He blew out the breath he was holding, and finally began to check the pipes. 

When he got back into the kitchen, he asked if she had a wrench because he noticed that one pipe was a bit loose. It was not the cause of the leak, but he figured he might as well fix that while he was here. 

"Yea hun, there is some in the drawer of my bedroom. Should be right on the top."

He thanked her and stopped for a moment to inhale the heavenly smells coming from the kitchen. 

Casey went back into the bedroom and looked around for the drawer she was talking about. He studied the nightstand and the dresser and then figured it would be in the night stand. He pulled the drawer open and heard a gasp behind him. 

"Umm, I should have been more specific, the bottom drawer."

He heard the noise and her words, but he was frozen in place. His eyes were filled with a large black dildo that was remarkably larger than the white one under the sink. This one was around 8-9 inches and almost twice as thick in girth as the previous one. He could not move, he was later thankful that he did not feel the need to pick this one up. Jennifer came up behind him and quickly shut the door, hard. Her look to him was even harder, with a hint of embarrassment underneath. 

Jennifer pulled the next drawer open with a quick pull, picking up the wrench to hand to him. She did not look at him, but he could still feel her presence next to him as she stalked off into the next room. Casey soon went back into the kitchen to check her pipes under her sink. The smell was a stew she had started to simmer, peels and pieces of vegetables were still on the counter. 

Jennifer was over the stove, she had her eyes closed and she was leaning with her back against it. Casey was unsure what to do, he cleared his throat and her green eyes met his for a moment. Casey just smiled and tried not to let his desire show, he was trying to be a bit tactful. He could not get that vibrator out of his head and he couldn't help but compare himself to the object. He also wondered why she would need to tend to her own needs. It wasn't from lack of suitors, she used to have many. It wasn't from lack of beauty, he supposed any hot blooded man would not turn down an offer. 

It turned out that it was her kitchen sink that had a small crack, creating the leak downstairs. He promised he would come by in a few days with new pipes to fix the problem. Barely looking at him, she said goodbye and Casey found his own way out.

Now he was there and he couldn't believe what had just come out of his mouth. She was still looking at him with a look in her eyes that he could not decipher. She finally relented and let him in. He was thankful she did not mention his stupid comment. He could of course offer more than what was in her drawer, if only he could get a chance to show her. He knew that she had not brought someone home in several months-time, she must be needing it by now. He would be more than happy to oblige her.

Jennifer looked at the man, becoming disconcerted as he came into the apartment. He was taller than her and she felt him looking down at her as she closed the door.

"Do you have everything you need?"

Casey looked at her for a minute, her words pulling him from his thoughts. Jennifer was looking at him with those eyes, he stuttered an answer and walked into the kitchen. 

"I am going to jump in the shower, is that okay?"

"Uh, yeah."

"I meant cause you are going to be working on the water," there was a grin on her lips.

Casey blushed and looked away. He did not think he liked the joke in her eyes. He wanted to show her that he was not just a boy, but a man. A man that could give her pleasure, more pleasure than that a piece of rubber or plastic could. Unable to speak, he set the pipes down on the counter, watching her back as she escaped to the bedroom. 

He heard the door to the bedroom close and he couldn't help but wish that he was in the shower with her. Many a nights he sat up at night, listening for sounds, thinking of this woman. He was torn from doing something he knew would not be kosher, especially to his parents. Or he could do his job. He may be a man, but he didn't have that big of balls, not yet anyways. He chose the latter and went to work.

He could smell something in the oven, lasagna maybe. He could also hear the shower turning on and he imagined what she looked like stepping into the tub. 

Jennifer was frazzled with the boy in her kitchen. She felt a nervous excitement that she tried to quell. She always had a knack for wanting who and what she is was not supposed to have. She did not know why, maybe it was the challenge. 

Looking in the mirror, her hands went to her nipples, tweaking them lightly. She was turned on by the landlord's son and she wondered if it was because she wasn't supposed to be. She turned sideways, sucking in her small stomach for a moment, her tits pushing out. Smiling to herself, she grabbed the white vibrator and turned the hot water on in the shower. 

When she got out of the shower, she was semi satisfied and her core was throbbing from her ministrations. She placed the vibrator on the towel shelf as she grabbed a towel to dry off. Her legs were still a bit shaky and she had to sit on the edge of the tub to calm her breath and heartbeat. 

She heard a soft knock at the bedroom door. Startled, she wrapped the towel the rest of the way around her. 

"Yea?"

"Sorry to bother you miss, but do you mind if I use your restroom?"

Jennifer looked crossly at the door. Is he fucking kidding me?

"Um, yeah. Hold on." Jennifer got up and opened the door to let the young man in. Her hand instinctively flew back to the towel and clutched it against her. She felt like her whole body was blushing as he passed so close to her, heat emanating off of his towering body. 

Casey went into the bathroom and shut the door. Jennifer relaxed, until she remembered where she left her vibrator. On the towel rack, for anyone to see. For fuck's sake! She sighed, what could she do now? It is not like she could rush in and grab the thing? Could she?

Going to the closet, she chose a long flowing spring dress with spaghetti straps and waited for him to get out of the bathroom, so she could change. He seemed to be taking his time, making her nerves higher, imagining he was in there looking at it. Why was she always being embarrassed by this guy? She really had to find a new place to keep her toys. 

Casey finally left the bathroom and he had a strange look in his eyes when he looked at her. Jennifer became painfully aware that she was still in her towel and she tugged it lower on her legs. 

"I meant what I said earlier, I can beat what you have in your drawer, if you will just give me a chance. I am certainly larger than that little one you just used."

Casey was walking towards her slowly, his words and eyes asked the same question. Jennifer was taken aback, unable to answer, she just looked at him a bit slacked jawed. He stopped in front of her, eyes not leaving hers. His hand went up to the side of her cheek and rubbed it gently. His face coming closer, she realized at the last moment that he was going to kiss her. 

Jennifer's mind was reeling. This boy was certainly not trying to have sex with her? She was almost 9 years older than him. She knew he had recently moved in and had not seen a girlfriend around, although she had seen several young blondes leaving his house late at night. She could not refuse his lips on hers, tongue in her mouth. With a slight moan, she reciprocated the kiss, wrapping her arms around his neck, pulling him closer to her. 

Pulling back from the kiss, Jennifer looked up at him. "But do you vibrate my dear? Or turn off with a push of a button?

"Let's find out, shall we?"

There was nothing light hearted about him when he pulled her back to him. His eyes had turned to a darker shade of brown, looking almost black to Jennifer. There was an intensity that wasn't there before, a demanding insistency that made her a little nervous. 

Her lips were trapped by his again. His hands were pushing her towel down, untucking it until it fell down around her feet. "Fuck."

His hands cupped her hips, pulling her body deeper into his. Jennifer could taste the noise he made when her bare breast made contact with his lightly clad chest. He could feel the tight nipples hard and responsive, digging a way to his heated skin. 

In moments, Casey had Jennifer pushed up against the bedroom wall face first, his mouth setting a frenzied pace down the side of her neck and over her shoulder. She could not abstain from the squeal coming out of her mouth in surprise as his teeth nipped at her sensitive skin. Unsure how she got in the predicament that she was currently in, she could not help but enjoy every second of it. His young strong hands ran up and down her length, a sense of urgency that she had not felt in a while. The young men always want to rush, while older men languish and take their time. There is a time and place for both methods and his youthful need was intoxicating to her senses. 

Jennifer pushed her naked ass against his groin area, enjoying the sound of air being sucked in quickly. Casey's hand wrapped around her body. His fingers and palms opening up her lips, to touch the delicate hidden bud within. When he found it, it was her turn to react, his fingers sliding over it quite fast. Her back arched more, putting her ass against him further, driving Casey crazy. His hand moved quicker, using the moisture to go faster, as well as stroke further down her slit, barely touching the rim of her wetter by the minute hole. "Fuck."

Whispered in her ear like that, it did not sound derogatory, but sexy as hell. It was a question, a plea, an answer. His other hand went to her hair, pulling her neck back to be sucked. He bit her shoulder and Jennifer came hard on his strumming fingers working her over. 

Casey did not waste any time pulling his shorts down enough to unleash his throbbing cock. It flopped out and rested on Jennifer's ass. The hand on her hair, moved down to her hip, pulling her ass out further. Knowing she was wet enough to take him, he plunged in after only a second of finding her scorching hole. Jennifer's moan was muffled by the wall, the force of his penetration pushed her face further in. With no need to be gentle, he wasn't. Most girls would scream bloody murder when he tried to penetrate them, but not her. She was dripping wet waiting for him, her walls crushing his member, every single inch of his member. Never had he felt so encased, so snug. 

Jennifer managed to move her head to the side, gasping for air and whimpering with every hard thrust that he made. One handful of fingers were still rubbing her now incredibly sensitive clit, bringing her to another orgasm that was short lived. Casey withdrew his wonderful fingers and placed both hands on either side of her hips. Grunting with his exertion, he pulled her to him again and again, slamming into her reddening hole. A few more pumps and he was blasting her insides with a satisfied bellow. "Fuck."

Casey walked back to his apartment next door, a few minutes later. He actually felt like whistling, had a grin that went from one side of his face, to the other. This smile quickly faltered when he seen his dad sitting on his sofa. Fuck, he was busted. 

"I don't know what the hell you are smiling about, from what I hear, you lasted about two minutes." The smile left Casey's face altogether. 

"Why would she ever give you the time of day again? Such a waste boy, finally land a real woman and you fucked it up."

"She came twice dad, all over my hands."

"I would have made her come at least ten times and on my face!"

"Don't even think about it!"

"What you actually like this girl don't you? Aww, is Casey in love?" George sniggered to himself. 

"She is just a fuck. Wasn't even that good anyways."

Jennifer stopped listening, not that good huh? She threw his jacket on his porch and stalked off back into her apartment. The smile that had graced her lips thirty seconds ago was erased from memory. What an ass. Shouldn't have expected much less from a young punk like him anyways, she thought. She waited by the window to see who he was talking to about her so vulgarly. She was embarrassed to find that it was his father, George, her old time crush. 

"Well I guess he won't mind if I do his father, will he?"

The next day, George got a message on his cell phone from Jennifer, his longest running tenant. She said she had a bad leak in her kitchen that she needed him to look at. 

"Well Casey gets off in an hour or so, I will send him over as soon as he gets in.."

"No I need you to come, George. Casey kind of makes me uncomfortable."

"Sure, Ma'am, I will be over there in a few hours." George was a bit puzzled when he put down his phone. What the hell had Casey did to piss her off so much and why did her voice sound so husky? He replayed her words in his head and then again on the phone. Needs me to come huh? 




Landlord's Son



George spent the rest of the workday thinking about his tenant in apartment 3. She had lived there for over six years now and they had never had a lick of trouble from her. Paid her bills on time and no complaints were ever made against her. She was just getting out of a divorce when he had first rented to her, then he had wished that he was not married or fifteen years younger. 

George arrived at the apartment house, grabbing his tool bag he headed up the stairs that the two top apartments shared. 

"Hey dad. I didn't know you were coming up, I would have made something to eat."

"No son, official business. I am just here to fix Jennifer's kitchen sink."

"But I just did yesterday."

"Well apparently, you did not do that very good either."

George was just joking, but it pissed his son off who slammed the door. 

Knocking on Jennifer's door, George opened it when he heard her call for him to come in. He immediately went to the kitchen, checking underneath the cabinet for the leak. 

"Where is the leak at, I thought you said it was the kitchen?"

"Oh did I, sorry. I meant in here. I need some pipe laid in here, where it is all wet."

George pushed open her bedroom door and gasped. She was laying on her side, barely covered in a translucent robe that left very little to the imagination. "Fuck."

Jennifer giggled, "Your family sure does have potty mouths."

George dropped his bag where he stood. As he approached on his knees, Jennifer straightened up to a sitting position. George pushed her back down on to the bed, pulling her legs around his shoulders, as he opened her up for a first taste. Pulling her lips apart with his fingers, George lapped slowly and lovingly at Jennifer's tiny bud of pleasure. Her moans and groans excited him, but more was the squirting with every orgasm that he brought her to. The sounds she made were maddening and it turned George on to no end. He kept licking and sucking her, pulling back as she came again and again. 

He continued even after her small hands pushed at his chest and she begged for no more. "Please I cannot take anymore, it is too sensitive."

George ignored her cries and pleas and continued to suck and nibble on her tiny ball of pleasure. He liked to hear her beg. 

Her last orgasm was amazing and intense. George wiped her juices off of his chin. His eyes followed her to his zipper that was being undone and slowly pulled down. He unfolded and pulled out his erect cock, stroking it as he looked down at her flushed body and her red little clit. There was cum all over the bed and on her inner thighs, 

George's cock was darker and longer than his son's, although his son's was quite a bit thicker. Nothing else ran through Jennifer's head as her landlord slowly penetrated her. It did not feel as filling as Casey had, though there was a pain when he finally got all the way in, deep inside. He bottomed out inside of her, but he still had an inch or two to push in. Covering her mouth and her scream, he thrust hard against her, pushing where he was not supposed to be. He withdrew fully and thrust in to her again, this time he was not able to cover the scream that ripped out of her mouth. "Stop, please stop. You are hurting me."

George slid almost all the way out, giving Jennifer the idea that he was going to listen, but then he slammed back into her with more force than ever, knocking the wind out of her. 

"You don't really want me to stop do you?"

"Yes!" 

George had pulled back out with his question, only to plunge back in before she could answer.

"No you don't want me to stop."

Picking up the pace, he pulled almost all the way out again, just to plummet back in to her guts. 

"Please you are ripping my pussy. No more."

George pulled out fully once more, this time though, he aimed a few inches lower and slid halfway in her asshole. She yelled louder than before, tears started streaming down her face as he fucked her ass with abandon and the same depth as her pussy. Jennifer was crying and he did not even try to shut her up, he seemed to enjoy her pain. Pounding harder into her, she feared he would never stop, using her holes till he was through. He erupted in to her and then pulled out to coat more of her body in his seed. 

Like his son, he left quickly afterwards, unlike his son though, he left her crying in the corner with bloodstains on her robe. 

Months went by before Casey seen Jennifer again. It was like she was purposely avoiding him. He had heard her pleasure with his dad, drove him crazy. He had went into his bedroom and turned on loud music in his head phones, he just could not hear anymore. When he did see her, she was different. She was wearing a pair of leggings and a big Tshirt, he had never seen her in a Tshirt before. 

He waved to her and tried to say hello, but she just met his eyes and turned away. Her eyes had black rings around them like she wasn't sleeping and a sadness he had never seen before. She did not say a word to him, just unlocked her locks, with three new ones, and went inside her apartment.

Casey just stood there looking at her closed door. What the hell was wrong with her? He was more than a little grateful that his dad had not been let in the few times he had shown up to see her. As far as Casey could tell, she would not even open the door for him. He knew she was home the first time he came and she did not even move towards the door. His dad had left pissed off and Casey could not help the smile that resulted in his rejection. The next day, Casey noticed that there were several new locks in the metal door. Casey almost said something, but he decided against it. His father at least knew about the new locks, but he did not mention it either. 

After a few more times of his father going to Jennifer's apartment, Casey heard him begging and saying he was sorry. He did not even hear her move inside her apartment. George left after a while to Casey's relief. It was clear that Jennifer did not want to have anything to do with either one of the Castelo men. 

Casey wondered why though, why Jennifer had changed so much. She barely left her apartment and when she did, she looked, well sloppy, which was not at all like her. Tight business suits and summer dresses were replaced with sweat pants and Tshirts. Then he seen her out one day, dressed in a business suit. Six months had passed since Casey had been inside of her, Jennifer had changed. Her stomach was definitely sticking out, her jacket was unable to hide the growing bulge there. She was just as slim, if not smaller everywhere else from his memory, but her stomach was actually sticking out. It occurred to him then why. How could he have not seen it? Jennifer was obviously pregnant. But who's child was it. His or his dad's. 

It was Casey that could not meet her eyes this meeting. It was he who almost ran into his apartment, to get away from her. Casey could not think. All he could think about was the possibility that the woman he loved is pregnant with his father's child. Rage built up and minutes after entering, he was flying down the stairs and jumping in to his truck with a determined look on his face.

"George!" Casey was yelling at the top of his lungs, calling his father out of the house. Moments passed before George made it on the porch, his mother right next to him.

"This doesn't concern you mom, go in the house!"

Patty looked as though she would balk at the demand, this was her son after all. But when she looked in his face and in his eyes, she knew that she did not want to witness what was about to happen. Patty scurried back in the house and shut the door behind her.

"Is it yours?"

"What the fuck are you talking about? Coming over here hollering. What the fuck is wrong with you son?"

"Is it yours? Fairly simple question dad." The last words were said with a snide, as though the very words offended Casey to say them.

"Is what mine?"

"Jennifer's baby."

George stopped then and really looked at Casey. He didn't know. He wondered why she hadn't told him. He waited a week and when she didn't send cops his way, he figured she liked his treatment, some girls like it rough. Casey had said she liked it rough. But after months of no answer, he took a hint and left her alone. Better to let sleeping dogs lie he always said.

"It can't be mine."

"Bullshit, I heard you two. I know you went over there and fucked her."

"Yes son, but I didn't fuck her pussy. I fucked her in the ass till she cried and came on her back. So, it can't be mine. You know how women are, beg for it until they get it, then they can't handle it."

Casey looked puzzled for a moment, letting his father's words sink in. The second time his answer went through his head, he realized what the man was actually saying. Casey drew back and punched his father in the face.

"What do you mean crying, what the fuck did you do? That is the mother of your grandchild you dumbass. No wonder she won't speak to me!"

Casey did not wait for his dad to stand back up, he kicked him in his side. The blow sent his father up in the air and back down facing up. Casey had to stop himself from stomping the man in the face. He knew mother was watching. He left as abruptly as he had come. Unsure what to say to Jennifer, he slowly went up the stairs to his own apartment. Sitting numbly on the couch, looking off into the distance. 

Casey sat there for hours, running all the possible scenarios in his head. He had to make it up to her somehow, but he wasn't sure. He was still mad about his dad, but now he was mainly mad at him, not her. He loved her, but he was not sure if she felt the same way. After what happened, Casey did not know how to approach an already unapproachable woman. He thought about the child she carried, his child. It was too late to get rid of it now, so she must mean to keep him or her. He needed to wrap his brain around this fatherhood thing, he was quite young, but he knew that he wanted nothing more than to marry Jennifer and raise their children together. He was not sure where his parent's would be in the plan, whatever she was comfortable with. Now to get her to speak to him, acknowledge his existence. 

Casey started with a dozen roses and a card. He seen them in the dumpster the next morning. Apparently, she did not like the sentiment. Casey also tried the direct approach, trying her at home when he knew she was. This turned out as well as the roses, no response whatsoever. He listened with his head against the wall that night. He could hear the faint sounds of her crying herself to sleep, as she had done for months. 

It all made sense now. The apparent changes in her physical appearance. She also seemed so much sadder than she had before. Something had been bothering her for months and at least Casey knew what it was now. Deciding to go over there right that instant, Casey once again went down the few stairs to her porch and knocked once again. As before, there was no answer, but this time, Casey brought his keys. 

He unlocked the bottom lock and he was hoping she had not locked the new ones though she had. Casey left her porch resigned, she really just did not want to see him. Casey could not accept it though because he loved her and he knew she was now caring his child. His child. He repeated those two words a few times in his head, still trying to get a feel for them. 

The next day, he saw her leave and waited around for her to get back. He parked himself on the stairs waiting for her. When she seen him as she pulled up, he for a second, thought she was going to back up and leave. He had to give her credit, she didn't. She squared her shoulders and walked towards their stairs. 

"Excuse me, can I get through please?"

"Why do you ignore me and then talk to me like you don't even know me?"

"Okay, please move guy that I fucked once a long time ago so I can get through."

"How about the man who's child you are carrying," Casey did not touch her, but she pulled back like he had. "No sense in denying it, I know it is mine."

"If you think I am going to let you or any of your crazy family near MY child, you are sadly mistaken."

"I didn't say nothing about my family. This is our child and I will be there to raise it."

"Look, I don't want anything from you. You are young, go live your life, find someone your own age."

"But I love you." His words were but a whisper, so low, she was not sure that she heard him right.

"Marry me."

"Marry you? Now you really have lost your mind, you don't even know me."

"Yes I do. I know your routine, or lack of it. I know you love to cook, you hate to work. I know what kind of music you like and how you take at least three showers a day because you are a germiaphobe. You move every piece of furniture you have every two weeks to a different part of the apartment because you bore easy. You are happiest in the garden and I love the way you moan. And I know I love you and you are carrying my child. Please, marry me."

"This is madness. I don't know why you knowing that about me does not freak me out, but I think marriage is a bit extreme hun."

"Fine, go out on a date with me."

Jennifer looked down at herself, "Like this I suppose. Big as a house. I am sure you would want to go on a date with me looking like this huh."

"You are beautiful, I will take you anywhere you want to go."

"Well I want to go up the damn stairs, how about we start there?"

Resigned, Casey stood up and let her pass. He did not say anything, this was more progress than he had in over 6 months. As she was unlocking her door, she turned to him. "Well since you know everything, I am sure you know that dinner is usually around 7. You should come by."

Jennifer went inside the house then, shutting the door behind her without so much as another word or glance. He stood staring at her closed door for a while, wondering what time it was. 

Going back home, Casey took a shower and got ready. He was long done and looking at the clock with over an hour to go before seven o clock rolled around. He was nervous, though he had enough mind to put his grandmother's ring in his pocket, just in case. Casey did not have any plans, it was clear that Jennifer was in control, as she saw fit at the moment. 

At seven, he timidly knocked on her door. He had to knock again because the first time was so low and she apparently didn't hear him. "Come in."

Casey walks in slowly, unsure if she said anything at all. "Hello?"

"Yes, come in."

Casey smelled food before he had the door fully opened. "That smells good."

"It's bulgogi, I hope you like Korean food. It is all I crave.

Casey had never heard of it before, but the smell gave him hope of its edibility. 

The night was filled with hot glances and long looks, though Casey was on his best behavior. He knew that she had been through enough and he did not want to scare her or make her uncomfortable. The night went well and he was helping her put the dishes in the sink. She looked up at him while he was looking down at her and he had this overwhelming urge to kiss her. Which he did. For several moments, until he realized what he was doing and pulled away abruptly. Unable to bear to see pain in her eyes or even worse, rejection, he left quickly without saying another word besides "Sorry."

Casey was berated himself and pacing his living room with a hard-on, when he heard someone knocking on the door. It took him a minute to realize he had to move to open the door and when he seen Jennifer standing there, he was unsure what to say.

Pushing her way in, Casey stood there stupefied in silence. "Look, I am sorry I ..."

"Has anyone ever told you that you talk way too damn much?"

Jennifer pulled his face down to hers, capturing his lips with her teeth. Essentially her way of shutting him up. Which seemed to work beautifully. Instead of the fast moving boy who had touched her months before, he now had a slow and steady approach of an older man. He touched her gently and with extreme care, teasing her flesh with soft fluid touches. Their lips locked for minutes, before she finally broke the kiss with a rush of breath. 

"Take me to your bedroom."

"Are you sure?"

"See, talking too much again."

Jennifer walks towards the back of the apartment, pausing to look in the first room and saw his bed. Pulling her with him, she entered the room. Turning around to face him, she sat on the edge of the bed, looking up at him with those innocent eyes. Casey swooped down and gently kissed his lips again. Straightening up, her hands shook a little as she unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans. Casey tried to pull her hand away, but she made it clear that this is what she was doing. 

Pulling his already erect penis out of his pants, Jennifer immediately took it into her mouth. She sucked it in as much as she could, her jaw stretching to accommodate his girth. Casey could do nothing but stand there with his eyes closed and a light hand on the back of her head, wrapped in her long flowing hair. "Oh fuck."

Giggling a bit, Jennifer commenced to slowly going up and down on his shaft. Looking up at him, he almost came then and there when he seen his cock lodged in her mouth. Speeding up in short intervals and twisting her tongue around his shaft with every intake, Casey was close to orgasm several times. But she would never let him finish. She would take her hand and pump along with each stroke in her mouth, tightening her grip almost painfully to make sure he did not cum too soon. She played his body like a fiddle and he loved every minute of it. He could not have imagined that this would be happening right now, though there is nowhere else he would rather be, but right there, right then.

Jennifer pushed his pants the rest of the way down his legs, he stepped out of them. She stood up then and reaching for the bottom of his shirt, pulls that up over his head. His body was completely naked for her view and she could not be anything but satisfied with what she was seeing. His chest and arms were quite muscled, as well as almost hairless. She really hated hair and was glad to see that he did not have much. His cock was throbbing and oozing a bit of pre-cum, she could not help but wrap her hand around it to stroke it a few times. 

"Lay down."

The command was low and soft spoken, but unmistakable. Casey had no reason to not scramble on the bed and wait for whatever else was in store for him. He watched her slowly take her panties down her thighs, calves and then around her ankles. She started to approach him with her dress still on, then thought otherwise and took off her short light cotton dress as well. Casey could not help but stare, he had been dreaming about her body for months, but now it had changed. Her stomach was larger, but it was hard and clear where the size came from. Her breast, were quite a bit larger than her previous D cups. Casey's mouth twitched with the desire to suck on her erect nipples.

Climbing over him, a bit less than gracefully, she grasped his hard cock and rubbed it against her core. A strangled moan came from underneath her when he came in contact with her dripping wet pussy. This is what he remembered most, how wet she got. This time though, he had not even touched her! "Fuck you are wet."

"Yes and very tight I would imagine." She lowered herself down unto him, inch by agonizing inch. She stopped half way down and it took everything in Casey not to grab her and slam her down the rest of the way. She waited unmoving, waiting for something. Moments dragged on and she could feel him throbbing and twitching inside of her. Unable to wait any longer, she settled herself down fully on him, his groin pushing pleasantly against her button. A gasp came from her lips, as she became filled to the brim by Casey. 

"God I missed this." Jennifer started moving on him, quickening her pace until she came all over him. Her orgasm was so strong that she collapsed a bit on him. Unable to move, she just laid there twitching on top of him, moaning and cursing in the same breath.




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Casey sat up, pushing in to her further. Jennifer's voice grew hoarse, almost desperate sounding as he could feel her cum again. Damn she must be sensitive. Gritting his teeth, he pulled his thighs up to hold her up. He moved his pelvic below her, fucking up into her deeply. His mouth found her left nipple and latched on, sucking hard. Jennifer started to meet his every thrust, riding him with wild abandon. "Oh God. Fuck!" Only moments later both lovers came, Casey roared his release, while Jennifer screamed hers before she collapsed on him. Minutes past before she rolled off of him and curled on to her side next to him. Her head rested on his chest as she heard his heart rate slowly lower back to normal. They both looked at an invisible spot on the ceiling and silently laid there. Each with their minds on the future.