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Paying Rent

By: JailBird Dreamer



The sound of the gavel rang through my ears and all I heard was the judge say, "I sentence you to 1 year in the county jail."

One Year? Why had I been so stupid and put myself in this situation? Will my friends or what family I have left even visit me while I was in jail, or better yet even want to know me when I got out? All of these questions ran through my head as I was being escorted back to the transport van, every appendage shackled, just to take me back to where I had been the previous few days.

The first few days weren't to bad since I was in the "newbie" housing unit in the jail and I even got a cell all to myself. But now I knew it was going to be different. I knew I would be put in a general population housing unit, and having overheard how full the jail was; I knew I would be getting a cellmate. My only big fear was that I got someone nice and not too menacing since I am pretty small for my age. You see I am only 5 foot 4 inches and weigh a hefty 135 pounds. Pretty intimidating huh? All I could think of was that I was going to have a big target on me.

I got to my new cell, and to my surprise no one was in it. I could tell someone lived there, but where he was, I had no idea. The deputy told me I was going to be on the bottom bunk as he winked at me and grinned. I had no idea what that meant but decided to brush it off.

I made up my new bunk and laid down on it and drifted off to sleep. It seemed like I was asleep for hours when all of a sudden I heard the click of the lock to my door being unlocked. I rolled over to see my new cellmate. All of a sudden the door swung open and in walked the biggest black man I had ever seen in my life. I don't mean big like fat, but big like he was so well defined muscularly! He was about 6 foot 3 inches; a good 230 pounds and he had the biggest muscles I had ever seen. He looked like he had just stepped off the football field! I kind of gulped in shock and introduced myself to him. He introduced himself to me and told me his name was Jermane. I childishly said how nice it was to meet him, to which he rolled his eyes and jumped up on the top bunk and out of my sight. I lay back down and just stared at the bunk above me timidly.

A few minutes went by when all of a sudden Jermane jumped down off of his bunk, walked over to the window in our cell door and looked out. I saw him look to his right and then gave a thumbs up in the window. He turned around and just smiled at me. He walked towards me grinning and started a speech I instantly knew he had given before many times.

"This is my house, and in my house rent has to be paid. I always get my rent check on time, if not, there will be hell to pay," he said.

I gulped and gingerly replied back, "What do you mean by a rent check?"

Jermane laughed and walked up to me and dropped his pants. My eyes grew wide as I looked at the biggest and thickest cock I had ever seen, not saying I had ever seen many men's cocks before that!

"Your rent bitch is to make sure my cock is happy. Since you are small like a bitch, you will be my bitch from now on. You don't think you were put in here by accident do you? Hell no. I like my bitches small like you. And don't be thinking you can run to the deputies and say something, cause they all know, and they don't give a shit," he said. "Now do what all good bitches do and get on your knees and suck my dick," he ordered.

I didn't want to, but I knew there was no way out of this and I had better accept my status in life if I was going to make it any longer in life. I gingerly slid off my bunk and onto my knees and grabbed this massive piece of meat. I couldn't even fit my hand around Jermane's cock that's how big it was!

I started to lick the heard of Jermane's cock trying to do what had been done to me by my ex girlfriend. I started jerking the shaft and licking the head as Jermane started to thrust his cock into my mouth trying to get more of his cock into my mouth. I tried to resist but he just grabbed the back of my head and started forcing his huge member into my mouth. It was very hot and hard yet felt velvety soft on my lips. I started to open my mouth to let his massive intruder in but my mouth is so small not much of his cock could fit in.

Jermane let out a groan and started face fucking me even though he was only able to fit about 3 inches in my mouth. He was grunting and panting as I looked up at him to look into his eyes. He grinned at me and said, " I like it when my bitches look into my eyes as I face fuck them. I knew you would be a natural you little bitch!"

Just as he finished saying that, he let out a loud groan and I felt a river of hot fluid shooting onto the roof of my mouth, all over my tongue and some even shot down my throat. This made me gag some but he wouldn't take his cock out of my mouth so I had no choice but to swallow his big load. With one giant gulp the sticky salty fluid slid down my throat and into my stomach. As soon as I had swallowed Jermane's cum, he slid his softening cock out of my mouth. He released my head from the grasp of his hands and just looked down at me grinning.

"That was good bitch," he said. "Now here are the rest of the rules in my house!"

With that he started listing off all of his rules. I was to always be ready to service his cock whenever he wanted. I was to never eat or be seen with him on tier time, but instead I was to hang out with the other bitches in our housing unit. I was to no longer eat solid food, but instead milkshakes and fruit and soup, since my ass was now his pussy and he doesn't like to get any shit on his dick. This rule made me wince, since I had never had anything in my ass, let alone a massive 11-inch dick! 

I was to also shave my body smooth every day when I went to shower, which I was told I would shower every evening just before bed so I would be clean for him. Also, every day at med call I was going to be given a pill which would make me more fem for him. I figured the pill must be some sort of hormone. And finally, his last rule he made sure I heard really well. 

"If you ever think you can run and tell someone thinking you will get out of this arrangement, think again. I own you and the whole jail knows it know including all the nurses and deputies," he said as he grabbed my hair forcing me to look into his eyes.

I just looked up at him timidly and said, "I will never try to leave you master, for I now know you own me."

This made Jermane smile as he let go of my head and pulled up his pants. He jumped up on his bunk again and lay down. I lay back down on my bunk as well tasting his cum in my mouth. Just as I thought I was going to be able to go back to sleep again I heard my new master Jermane speak to me.

"Sleep now my little bitch, cause tonight I am testing out my new pussy. Oh and when tier time comes make sure you get your special pink razor from the deputy and go take your shower. When you are done showering and shaving, go hang out with the other bitches for a while and get to know them, for they will be your only friends for the next year!" he said laughingly.

I know knew my new role for the next year. I was to be Jermane's cock slave and I was going to enjoy it. 

To be continued... 

Paying Rent



Troy sat quietly grinning to himself. He turned his gaze, from the floor, in front of him, to the clock, on the piano. He would be leaving in half an hour. He returned his gaze, to the floor, in front of himself, and smiled again.

Dean and Troy had been friends for many years. They had many common interests. They shared a love of guns and the out of doors. They had spent many weekends out at Troy's cabin. Dean had even helped to fix up the old house, so that it was more livable.

Over the years they had been together as their kids played ball together, and attended band concerts. The two attended scout camp with their boys, for three years running. Occasionally they even double dated with their wives.

Both of them had seen some hard times, and financial setbacks. Dean had even lost his home. Both had changed jobs, at least once, during the time they had known each other. Troy had been able to land on his feet a little better. Some would say, "Just dumb luck."

Troy and his wife were able to purchase a small, second home. They hoped to rent it out and provide for themselves, in their retirement years. As the fates conspired, Dean ended up renting, from Troy.

Usually a terrible idea, (to rent from a friend), they had agreed early on, that their friendship would not suffer. Business was business, and they would treat each other with professional respect.

They both were true to their word. The rent always came in on time. Only once was it late. Dean had apologized profusely, and Troy had explained that he needed it to make his payments, on the house. Dean did the unthinkable and sold one of his guns, to pay the rent. Troy was very sorry, but they moved forward, with their lives and friendship.

As time marched on, Troy had even pitched in money for Dean's boys to serve on missions. Their friendship had passed the test of time. Both of them had seen a couple of their kids get married, and even the youngest, were away at college. 

The two couples had fallen into a routine, of a double date, a month. Just last weekend, the four of them had been out at the old cabin. They had enjoyed a fun evening, of barbecue, good conversation, and an enjoyable movie.

As the girls were hauling things out to the car, Dean pulled Troy aside, "I've got a problem Buddy." 

"What can I do to help?" Troy responded, as the two walked farther away from the girls, around the south side of the house.

"I screwed up, and got us into a bind." Dean swallowed. "I barrowed my little girl some money and bought some junk that I shouldn't have." Troy could tell that this was difficult, for his friend to talk about.

Looking down, Dean continued, "I'm really very sorry, but I don't know how we're going to pay the rent this month." The two men stood there silent, neither one knowing what to say. 

Finally, Troy looked over at his friend, "I'm sorry, I don't know what to say. You know that we are tight too."

"I don't even have anything worth selling." Dean said. 

Troy look at his friend without speaking, Dean looked whipped, a man that had truly reached the end of his rope. Troy put his hand on Dean's shoulder. "We'll figure something out. It's going to be alright."

"Maybe, I can take something out of savings, to keep the bank happy." Troy offered. 

Dean looked up, and into his friends' eyes. "I don't know how to repay you." Troy smiled, "We'll figure something out. Are you two going to be all right till payday? I mean, have you got food, and stuff?" 

Dean looked away again, in the direction of the women, "Yea, we'll be fine." "Not to convincing." Troy countered. 

"Look." Dean said, stepping into Troy's' face. "We'll manage. I'm not dumping 

all my problems in your lap." Troy stepped back, half a step, as Dean continued. "It's just the two of us anyway, we'll be fine."

Troy motioned for them to return to the women. They began to walk, "All the same." Troy began, "Why don't you two come by for supper tomorrow night?" They caught up to the girls, who had just finished loading the car, Troy turned to his wife and said, "I've just invited these two over, for dinner tomorrow night."

Two days later, when Troy got home form work, his friend Dean was waiting for him in the carport. They said their hellos and then, motioning to the picnic table, Dean ask if they could talk.

"I'm still torn up about the rent." Dean started. Troy opened his mouth to counter, and thought better. "I need to make it up to you some how." Swallowing hard he continued. "We've been through a lot together. I don't think that there's a man that I love and respect more than I do you."

"That means a lot to me." Troy answered, starting to choke up a little. 

"I don't even know if you are willing to accept my offer." Dean swallowed again. Looking at the table, he continued. "My wife and I have talked about this for some time now." Dean clasp his hands together, on the table top. 

"We don't have very much, nothing of any value anyway. Our kids are pretty much gone and on their own." 

"Where are we going with this?" Troy interrupted. 

"Please, Please, let me finish. This is hard enough, to talk about, just let me get 

through it." Dean pressed. 

"All right, all right, I'll shut up and listen." Troy said, apologetically.

"We don't have much, for retirement ether. And you know that I'm do to retire this fall." Troy nodded, sympathetically. "I know that you're concerned about how we're going to manage also." Dean was wringing his hands. To Troy, it looked like his friend was almost cowering, but bravely cowering.

Troy had always loved Dean and his wife Sherry. He had been close to them both, for many years, not only as a couple, but individually. As they had all grown older, they had often laughed and joked about their infirmities. Troy wanted so desperately to help his friends, to even see them grow old together, to help in some way.

Dean looked up at Troy, and continued. "We've tried very hard to figure out how to repay you, for your many kindnesses, over the years, and we still need to support ourselves." Troy could see how hard this was for his friend. He wanted to comfort him somehow, but felt that this was something Dean needed to get out.

Troy could see that Dean was struggling. "I hope that you know that I love you and your wife, your kids too, for that matter. I'd like to do all that I can to help." 

"Thank you, Troy." Dean said quietly. 

Taking a deep breath, Dean starred at the table and began. "We, that is Sherry and I, want to give ourselves to you." 

"What are you talking about?" Troy said, as he stood up. 

"Please, please, sit down." Dean said, trying to remain calm. "Please let me explain." Putting a hand on Troy's forearm. "This will take a while. But I assure you, that we have thought this through, and we really want to do this." 

Sitting back down, Troy turned to Dean, and said. "All right, I'll listen, but you

had better talk slow, and use small words."

They both laughed. After a moment, Troy straitened up. "Now really, what's this all about?" 

"We are dead serious." Dean continued. "We needed to figure out how to survive our declining years." Looking down again. "The best times of my life, have included, my family and you."

Dean continued. "You know that we are terrible, when it comes to money." Troy nodded. "Well, we've got nothing to live on. The only thing that we own out right is that crappy old car. We don't want to be a burden, on our children."

"So." Troy said laughing. "You want to be a burden, on me?" 

"Yes." Dean stated, matter of factly. "We love you and your wife. We've always talked about growing old together. We have the same interests. We love each other's kids. You and I have worked together for years."

Troy sat stunned, with his mouth open. Dean took a breath and continued. "I know that you still have a few rentals, to support you and Joan. If it pleases you, you and I can do all of the work on them." Troy swallowed, Dean had been thinking about this.

"If it's all right with you and Joan, we could move into your basement." Troy closed his mouth, leaned back, and raised an eyebrow. "I know, I know." Dean protested. "We are assuming a lot. But with us out of our house, you could rent it out, and hopefully, off set some of our expenses. We would also turn over any and all money coming into us."

"Are you serious?" Troy gasp. 

"You bet we are." Dean shot back, now feeling more courageous. "You know we're bad with money, and we were thinking that if you managed everything, the four of us could live comfortable lives. We know that we wouldn't be rich, but we would be warm, dry, and fed, with people that we love."

"So, your telling me that Sherry bought into this bullshit?" Troy ask. 

"To tell you the truth, Troy, some of it has been her idea." 

"You mean there's still more?" Troy ask. 

"Well, yea. We know that we are asking a lot." 

"Damn right." Troy stated flatly. "I love you and your wife, but is this really how you want to spend the rest of your life? Under my thumb?"

Dean held up his hand, to silence Troy, and continued. "We have loved going on vacations with you and Joan. We assume that, if money's available, we will be able to do more of that." Troy's mouth dropped open again. Talk about the gall. What's next, a new car for them?

"We also assume that the two of you would want to do things alone. At those times we would make ourselves scares. We would get rid of all of the disposable assets, that we've got." Dean looked back down at the table. "I know that it's not much. An old car, some worn out furniture, a few other odds and ends, but it's all yours to do with as you please."

Troy sat up, and put both hands flat on the table. "You sound like your literally giving me your life." 

"That's exactly what we are doing." Dean said, looking directly into Troy's eyes. "So, what is it that you want?" Ask Troy. "Are you telling me that you want me to

treat you and your wife, as children, or like indentured servants?" 

"If that makes you happy, then yes." Dean answered, straitening up. 

"But what will make you happy?" Countered Troy. Dean pulled both of his hands off of the table and set them in his lap. Then talking a deep breath he started. "We want you to consider us as your personal property, indentured servants, if you like, slaves, if you like, anything that you want us to be."

Troy shot up, out of his seat. Turning his back, on his friend, he took a couple of giant strides farther into the back yard. Stopping, he looked around the yard. Was this real? Had his friend of all these years gone crazy? Troy sucked in some air, hoping that it would clear his head.

Turning, he walked back to the patio, and sat down. "Are you feeling all right?" He ask Dean. 

"You bet." Dean smiled. "I haven't felt this good in years. You see, if you agree to all of this, then all my worries are over." 

"What do you mean?" Ask Troy.

"You see, you will entirely run my life, all that I will need to do is to love my wife, and to love you, and I already do." 

"What makes you think that I would agree to any of this junk?" Troy questioned, standing up again, and starting to pace.

Dean leaned back and laughed out loud. "I know you better than you think I do."

Troy gave him a questioning look. "Do you remember all those years ago? You know, when we were doing stuff with the kids?" 

"Well, yah. I guess. What do you mean?"

"You wrote a story about having a slave girl, for your own personal sex slave." "Gad." Troy interrupted. "I haven't thought about that in fifteen years." 

"All the same." Dean continued. "I know that you are one kinky bastard." Troy

glared, in anger. "I also know that you don't get any of that kinky stuff, at home."

"Now, wait a minute." Troy cut in. 

"Now, Now." Dean said, trying to calm Troy down. "I know that you are a loving, and gentle man. I also know that because of your love for your wife, you have not ever pursued that side of yourself."

"I should also point out here, that I'm not gay, nor have I ever had any interest. That, having been said, I believe that my wife and I can make you very happy. Kinky wise that is." Dean straitened up and smiled, at Troy. 

"Are you telling me that you and Sherry want to be my sex toys as well as all of this other stuff?"

"Yup. That's pretty much the jist of the whole thing." Dean smiled again. 

"I don't know what to say." Troy stared, at his friend trying to see some indication of this being a joke. He saw none. "Where does my wife Joan, fit into any of this?" 

"That's totally up to you. You are the Boss, Master, or what ever you'd like us to

call you." Dean smiled again, as if he just completed some difficult assignment. "Sherry and I thought that, at least for a while, we would keep this, at least the sex part, between us." 

Troy shook his head in disbelief. "So you want to have sex with me?" 

"No." Dean quietly replied. "But we do want to please you. And so if that entails having sex, with you, then that's what we will do. No questions ask."

Troy stood up again, and then leaned down over the table, toward Dean. "So your telling me, that you personally, will do anything that I say, perform any sex act, that I request?" 

"Yup." Dean smiled. 

"No, questions? No, limits?" Troy continued.

"Yes Sir; that is exactly what I'm saying." Dean stated, so pleased with himself that he could barely remain seated. 

"What if I tell you to do something gross, or sick?" Troy probed. 

"Then I will do it, as quickly and precisely, as I possibly can." Said Dean.

"But what if I tell you to do something that might hurt you, or even someone else?" 

"Well." Dean began to answer. "We thought of that. We both love and respect you." 

"Yes, you said that, when you started this crazy story." Troy interjected. 

"Our thinking is that, we love you, and we believe that you love us in return." "Well, of coarse I love you." Replied Troy. 

"And." Dean continued. "Because of that, we believe that even if we do get hurt,

or experience discomfort. Then it will still serve to please you, or benefit you, in some way. Ether way, we are still convinced, that in the long run, you will protect us and care for us."

"So, let me get this strait. You and your wife want me to take over your lives? Every facet if your lives?" Dean nodded, and Troy went on. "You, are choosing, No, you are begging me to control every facet of your lives?" Dean smiled and kept nodding. 

Raising his voice a little, Troy leaned into Dean's face. "And in return for the comfort, sustenance, and protection, that this life offers you." Almost in a whisper, Troy added. "You two are going to willingly be my personal kinky sex toys?"

"Yes." Dean smiled, very pleased with himself, almost giddy. "That's exactly what we are asking of you. We will do anything, anytime, anywhere, you ask. No limits, no questions, no boundaries." 

Troy, with a mixture of anger, disbelief, and admittedly a little arousal, kept probing. "How can that be? How can you be so willing to give me that much control?"

"We have twenty years of trust and friendship behind us." Dean tried to explain. "We simply believe in your judgment. We trust you, more than we trust ourselves."

"So." Troy continued, with a smile. "Your telling me that if I tell you, to strip off your clothes, walk over there to my dog, and screw him. That you would do that?" 

Dean looked over at Troy. Locking eyes, Dean stated. "Yes, I most definitely would. Would you like me to do that right now sir?"

"Hell no!" Troy shot back. "My wife, a neighbor, or one of the kids could see you!" 

"See!" Dean almost shouted, as he stood up. Then he and Troy both looked around to see if anyone saw, or was listening. They both sat down.

"See, what?" Ask Troy. 

"See, you wouldn't put me or Sherry somewhere that could have bad consequences." Dean sat up smugly, pointing a finger, at Troy. "You love us, and would take care of us. We believe that you would allow us, even help us to see and be with our kids, and grandkids."

"Of coarse I would." Said Troy. Dean giggled, at Troy. The two shared a knowing smile. "I can't believe that I'm even considering this." Troy looked down at the table, shaking his head. Then looking back up at his friend. "Wait a minute. You would actually go screw a dog, if I told you to?"

"Sherry and I, will happily, do any thing that you could possibly ask us to do." Troy starred, at his friend, in disbelief. "Man, I thought I was a pervert." Putting

a hand on Dean's shoulder, he continued. "You are one sick bastard. How come you never told me, about you and Sherry doing this stuff?"

"I tried, so many times to share this stuff, with you. But, every time that we started to talk about sex, and before I could get the courage, you'd say something about not being able to try that at your house. And I would chicken out." Dean looked down, at the table again.

"And Yes, to answer your question." Troy looked up, confused. Dean smiled. "Yes, I would screw a dog for you, anytime, anywhere. Just for your amusement."

Troy sat shaking his head. "I don't know how to respond to that. But, I really don't want you to screw dogs. " 

"Thank you," Dean smiled.

Returning Deans gaze, Troy went on. "Where does Sherry fit into all of this?" "Of the two of us. She's the kinky one." Dean said, rubbing his hands together. "And man are you going to love her."

Troy, still not believing this, but now thinking of new concerns, continued "What if all that I want to do, is to screw your wife, and then make you lick her out afterwards?"

"That sounds great to me. I love doing that." Explained Dean. 

"No." Troy added. "What I mean is, what if I'm too boring for you and your wife. Sounds to me like there's not much you haven't done."

"It's true that, that is possible, but we don't believe that will ever happen." Pausing, for thought. "Besides, with new partners, come new ideas." 

"OK." Troy began. Pointing a finger at the table, for emphasis. "What if I decide to go the other way?" Now Dean looked confused.

"What if I put both of you in chastity belts, and won't allow ether of you to have any sex, at all, for the rest of your lives?" Now it was Troy that smiled. 

Dean looked down, at the table and frowned. "We hadn't ever thought of you going that route. But." Looking up. "If that is what you want, then that is exactly what we will do." 

Troy couldn't believe that, his friend, of all these years, was even talking about this. However, some of the things that had happened, in the past, now made more sense. "How do I know that this isn't just some sick joke?" Troy queried. 

"I'm surprised that you've listened this long." Said Dean. "We were hoping that you'd be willing to give us a try. That is assuming, that you would even consider our offer." Dean got quiet, and leaned across the table toward his friend. "Please, Please, ask us, tell us, as a couple or individually, to do any thing you wish. We will happily prove, to you just how committed we are." 

"Sounds to me like the two of you need to be committed." Both men laughed. "We are very serious." Dean pressed. "This side of our lives is the only secret,

that we have ever kept from you. And now, after all of these years, it's finally out. And again, as usual, you are an intimate part, of the best things, in our lives."

Troy sat back. He looked around the yard, and back to his friend. "I've got a lot of thinking to do." 

"Of coarse." Dean added. 

"And I want to hear it from Sherry. You know, her take on all of this." Troy said, as he stood up. Dean also stood and the two men walked to the front of the house.

"I want all of this in writing." Troy murmured, as they walked. "And I would insist, on a trial time period." 




Paying Rent



"Anything, you say. Troy." Dean smiled, as he offered Troy his hand. Troy tightened his grip, on Dean's hand. 

"Go put this down, on paper. I'll be down, to talk to Sherry, in about an hour."

Dean smiled. "I can't tell you how much I appreciate this Troy. We will be forever in your debt." 

"Yes, you will." Troy returned. 

"Thank you." Dean smiled and turned to walk home. Troy watched his friend leave. He watched, as Dean traveled the two houses down the street, and into his home. 

Troy entered his home, sat down, thinking, and smiled at the floor.



Paying Rent Ch. 02



A loud distorted voice came out of the metal speaker box in our cell that announced tier time was starting. I had only been asleep a couple of hours but I could still taste Jermane's cum in my mouth. I got up and headed out of our cell and went over to the deputy's station to get my special pink razor and head to the shower like I was told earlier.

As I got to the deputy's station, the deputy just winked at me and grinned as he opened a drawer and pulled out two items. He handed me a pink razor and laughed as he handed me a small clear plastic bottle with a long cylindrical tip. I asked him what that was and he told me it would clean me out really good. I knew exactly what he meant. I was to enema myself until I was totally clean for my new master.

The deputy then pointed me to a shower that was all by itself. I climbed up the stairwell and around to my shower. I swung open the door and entered. As the door swung shut behind me I noticed all sorts of shaving creams and lotions and shampoos. I instantly knew this was the "bitches" shower since it had all the stuff for us bitches to get smooth and smell good for our masters. I undressed and hit the button to start the shower. The water was warm and drenched my body. I grabbed a bar of soap and washed my body. Then I stepped out of the stream of water and started applying shaving cream to my legs and armpits. I started shaving myself smooth, which wasn't a huge task since I'm not overly hairy. I then decided to make sure my master's pussy was silky smooth and then I also shaved my balls and pubic area silky smooth. I then shaved my face super smooth and any other stray hairs I found on my body. 

After I was done shaving, I washed myself clean and marveled at how smooth I was. It shocked me since I was used to having hair on my body, not smooth like a woman. I shrugged it off and washed my hair. I rinsed myself off and stepped out of the shower. I dried myself off quickly and started applying the lotion that was in the shower stall. It smelled like peaches and I applied it all over my body. I again marveled in how smooth and silky my body felt!

I got dressed and headed back down to my cell. I noticed on my bunk was a new outfit. No, it wasn't anything hot; it was a set of clothes the female inmates wore in the jail. I stepped out of my clothes and decided to clean myself out before I got into my new clothes. I filled up the enema bottle with warm water and I got on all fours on my cell floor. I inserted the tube up my ass and started squirting the warm water up my ass. It felt kind of good and I just held it up there as long as I could. I could feel that I had to "go" and got up and headed to our toilet in our cell. I pulled out the tube and sat down. As soon as I sat down all the warm water came out with everything else. I was starting to feel clean! I decided to do one more round with the enema bottle to make sure I was super clean.

After I had cleaned myself out I started to put on my new clothes. First I put on my new bra and my panties. They weren't anything sexy; instead they were cotton and plain white. Then I put on my over shirt and finally I slid up my pants. I put my shoes on and headed out of the cell. I looked around the housing unit and I could see a small group of "men" wearing exactly what I was wearing and I knew they were the other bitches of the housing unit. I walked over to them and they all greeted me with very feminine voices. I thought it was strange but shrugged it off.

Before I could sit down the deputy yelled out it was chow time and all those with special diets to line up first. The other bitches informed me I was now on a special diet and to get in line with them. As we were given our food I noticed all we each got was a Styrofoam bowl of soup and a milkshake. I accepted it and headed back to my cell to eat, or drink should I say. I quickly finished my dinner and threw the garbage away. I lay down on my bunk alone wondering if this was going to be my life for the next year. Before I could get too heavy into my thought process I saw Jermane enter our cell and close the door behind him. I watched him walk over to our toilet as he pulled down his pants and started pissing. I saw him notice my new enema bottle and he just turned to me and smiled. I smiled back and he shook his dick as he finished pissing.

"I see that you are ready to become my bitch, so get on your knees and clean off my dick and get it hard for your new pussy", he commanded.

I crawled over to him and took his massive dick into my hand and lifted it to my mouth. I licked the head and could taste some of the piss remnants still on his dick. I licked his cock all over getting it all clean and hard. I could feel his cock harden in my hand as I lifted his cock and licked his balls. This made Jermane moan loud. I stopped licking his balls and decided to get his cock in my mouth. 

I inserted his cock into my mouth and I tried to take it deep. I noticed I could now fit about half of his hard black cock in my throat. This pleased Jermane as I looked up at him and saw him smile. I worked my mouth over the half of his cock I could fit in my mouth and started sucking him good. I felt Jermane put his hands on the back of my head and I thought he was going to face fuck me again, but instead he grabbed my head and pulled me off of his cock. Jermane walked over to his basket of personal belongings and pulled out a tube. He threw it to me and told me to start applying it to his cock. I squeezed out the goop and thought it looked like lube. I lathered it all over his massive hard cock and was jerking Jermane's cock hard when he told me to stop.

"Strip for me now", he ordered.

I did as I was told and started pulling off my shirt. I then pulled down my pants. I stood there in my bra and panties when I saw Jermane smile and his massive cock jerk with excitement.

I started to take off my bra when Jermane ordered me not to. Also I was to keep my panties on. 

"Get on all fours on your bunk with your head facing the wall and your ass sticking out towards me" he ordered. 

I did as I was told. I was really nervous but wisely did as I was told. Jermane then handed me the lube and told me to start applying it to my pussy hole but to not take off my panties. I reached back and slid my panties to one side as I slid a greased finger up my ass. I moaned in delight, shocked I liked it so much. I then shoved another finger up my ass and started working them in my tight ass. I was working them in earnest as I looked back to see Jermane stroking his cock watching me loosen up my pussy for him. I then pulled out my fingers applied more lube and then gingerly shoved three fingers up my loosening ass. I could feel my ass loosen more and more as I worked it but I figured I would need it as loose as possible to fit Jermane in me.

Just as I was about to insert my fourth finger in my ass, Jermane ordered me to stop. He told me to remove my fingers and get ready. I felt him come behind me and before I knew it, he was starting to insert his massive black cock into my tiny ass. I winced in pain as the head started stretching my asshole to accommodate his cock. I started to cry some as Jermane finally got the head in my ass and was trying to shove more of his cock into my ass. I asked him to please stop but that just made him laugh. I grabbed my pillow and buried my face into it as I started crying and screaming in pain. I thought my body was going to be ripped in half when all of a sudden the pain went away and I could feel my asshole stretching and loosening. I was shocked at how good it started to feel. 

I could feel Jermane shoving more and more of his cock into my tight pussy and I thought his cock was never going to get all the way in me. I felt Jermane pull out some and then shove all of his cock into me. This made my eyes roll back into my head as I let out a loud moan and I felt my cock cumming without even being touched. I could now feel Jermane's big black balls slapping mine and his hipbones digging into my small ass.

"Oh fuck yeah bitch your pussy is tight! I knew you were a natural as soon as I saw you and now you have all 11 inches of my dick up your small tight ass-pussy!" he said.

I moaned in agreement as Jermane started fucking me at a slow pace. My ass naturally started opening up and soon he was able to pull his huge cock almost all the way out and slam it all the way back in my loose ass. I started moaning like a whore in heat and meeting my hips with Jermane's as he started to get a good rhythm fucking my ass. All of a sudden I felt my small cock start to spew more cum into my panties and this made Jermane laugh again.

"I knew you would love my cock. I knew you were a bitch too! Only bitches come more than once when they ride my cock", he chuckled.

Jermane pulled his entire cock out of my ass and he ordered me to put my mattress on the floor and lay down on my back. I did as I was told and as soon as I got onto my back, Jermane was between my legs. He pulled my tiny smooth legs up over his shoulders and he pulled my panties to the side again. He then pointed his cock back into my pussy. I moaned in delight as his cock started to find its way deep into my body. Jermane grabbed hold of my legs, commenting on how well he liked my new smooth body and started to really fuck me like his woman.

Jermane was starting to work his hips and really fuck me good like I used to see porn stars get fucked. I was moaning louder and louder and begging Jermane to fuck me.

"Please master fuck me. I've been good like you wanted me too. Please make me cum again! My ass is yours master anytime you want it, just don't ever stop fucking me!" I screamed.

This made Jermane wild like an animal and he really started pounding my deflowered pussy. He slammed me once again and I started cumming into my panties again. As I came my ass clamped down on Jermane's cock and this made him tense up. I felt Jermane stop pounding me and I looked into his face as he grimaced and I felt a flood of warm cum shoot into my ass-pussy. This made my cock twitch more as more cum dribbled out of my cock.

Jermane let go of my legs and lay down on top of me. I felt myself melt into his chest as I rubbed his ass cheeks and his back. Jermane was rubbing my smooth legs and my smooth ass cheeks. Jermane soon stopped rubbing me and I heard him snoring soon after. I lay there still rubbing my master's skin and nibbling on his neck with his softening cock still lodged up my ass. I knew then I was his and I couldn't wait to get fucked by my master again.



Paying Rent Ch. 02



The Deal

Troy knocked gently, on the door. Dean quickly opened the door with a smile. "Please come in. It's wonderful to see you." Troy quietly stepped into the front room.

Dean gestured to the couch, for Troy to have a seat. "I wasn't really sure that you would come."

"I had to." Responded Troy. "Just had to hear this from Sherry." Troy had chosen to sit in the big over stuffed armchair; Dean sat on the couch just a couple of feet away.

"Sherry!" Dean called out. "Troy is here. Come on out baby." Sherry came down the hall and into the living room. She was wearing a big over sized terrycloth robe. Her legs and feet were bare and it didn't look like she was wearing any makeup. Crossing the room, she sat next to her husband, on the couch. This put Dean physically between her and Troy.

She smiled at Troy. "It's really wonderful of you, to hear us out, and at least talk to us about this. Thank you very much. Troy." She smiled again and took Deans hand. 

Troy smiled back, at his two friends. "You two really want to pursue this?" They both nodded. "You both really think that this is a good idea?"

"Yes." Sherry began. "We know that we are asking a great deal."

"Damn right!" Troy stated flatly, as he leaned forward.

"You have always been so generous, kind, and helpful, to us and the kids." She continued. "We know that we're asking more of you than we have ever ask of anyone." Looking down Sherry swallowed hard. "But we have run out of options. We really don't have anywhere to go, and no one to turn to."

"Couldn't the two of you apply for financial aid?" Troy ask. "What about Government benefits, or Social Security?"

"We have looked into both of those and several others." Dean interjected, and continued. "The best option is to separate us, and put me in a retirement, or assisted living. That would take all of our assets and Social Security that are coming into us. Sherry isn't old enough to qualify and since she hasn't worked, there is no other money coming in to support her. If we got a divorce, she would be eligible for welfare, but that is certainly not how we want to end our journey."

"What about Sherry's job waiting tables, at the café?"

"I don't make very much, and they've cut my hours." Sherry interjected.

"Well, what about your 401K? We talked about your savings just a couple of months ago." Troy continued.

"Remember me telling you that we had to help our daughter out?" Dean offered.

"Yes, I remember, but surely you didn't blow it all?" 

Dean, still looking at the floor, was about to answer, when Sherry interrupted. "We emptied the entire account." Now Sherry was looking at the floor, as well. "We needed to pay off our debt at the hospital. And her husband got them into some real trouble financially."

"So you have absolutely nothing?" 

"That's pretty much the size of it." 

"Does you daughter have any idea what's she has done to you?" Troy ask. Both shook their heads negatively. "So." Troy continued, "If you had not blown all of your life savings on your baby girl, we wouldn't even be having this conversation?" Dean and Sherry looked at each other. "Well?" Troy Prodded.

"I don't think that we would be having this conversation, this soon." Sherry offered. "We've talked about our finances, and we just don't think that we could make it on our own." Sherry, still holding Dean's hand, swung around and sat on the coffee table, so that she was closer to Troy. She placed a gentle hand on his knee and looked up into his eyes. "We were probably going to ask you for help one way or the other. This just forced us to move faster."

Troy placed his hand on top of Sherry's, on his knee. "What kind of help were you going to ask me for?"

"We were going to ask about moving into your basement. And the part about having Dean help out with the rentals and repairs." Sherry let go of Dean's hand and turning fully toward Troy, now knee to knee, she placed her second hand on top of his. "We talked and discussed all kinds of ways to try and compensate you, for this kindness." She paused a moment, swallowed hard, and continued.

"We know that we really have no way to compensate you fairly for the things that we are asking of you." Troy looked over at Dean, and back to Sherry, as she continued. "I know that you know, that we are truly devoted to one another. I have never love anyone as much as I love Dean. We have been through everything together. There is nothing that we wouldn't do for each other." Sherry's eyes brightened as she smiled, looking into Troy's eyes. "You and I have flirted. I've loved that over the years. I don't have a lot to offer you. I'm old, by anyone's standards. I am not pretty. My boobs are sagging, my hips have spread, I even have this paunch of a stomach."

"You look good for an old gal." Troy interrupted, with a smile.

"Thanks, but I'm not fooling anyone, not even myself." Sherry pulled her hands out from under Troy's and put them both palm down, on her own knees. "I know that Dean told you that this was my idea." Troy nodded in agreement.

"Well, it was. Dean is the only man that I have ever been with. I don't regret that, for even a second, but as I'm sure he also told you, I'm a bit kinky." Sherry smiled and paused for effect. The effect was nice. Troy smiled and leaned back in his chair. He realized that they were going to do this crazy and stupid deal. He just had to figure out how to protect himself, his wife, and all of their futures.

Troy sat up and looked directly into her eyes, and speaking with some force said, "Tell me exactly what you have in mind." Taking a breath, he continued, "And I don't mean just something in general. I mean tell me exactly what you want and what you expect."

"That's a tough one to answer. I can tell you what I like." Sherry offered. Troy nodded and Sherry continued. "I love to give blowjobs. If the only human contact that I ever received were having a man's dick in my mouth, I would be the happiest woman alive." Troy smiled; he loved a good blowjob, what guy doesn't?

Sherry stood up and began to pace the floor. "I love be humiliated. I really didn't know what that was, until a few years ago, I started looking this stuff up on the Internet." As she paced she became more animated and just plain fun to watch. "In my research I've found out that I'm a submissive. I love to be dominated, both in the bedroom and out. I like to be tied up and I like it a little rough."

"What do you mean by rough?" Ask Troy.

Sherry stopped pacing and looked down at the floor. "It's a little embarrassing."

"So what!" 

"Your right." Sherry smiled. "I like to be spanked and have my tits and pussy abused." Smiling at Dean she continued. "I think that I want to be hurt more, but Dean has never wanted to go very far, for fear of hurting me." Walking over to Dean, cupping her hand under his chin, she leaned down and kissed him on the lips. "God, I do love this man." 

Sherry straitened up, moved back over to Troy's side of the coffee table and resumed her seat, knee to knee with Troy. "I guess." She began, "that what I want is for you, our friend, to find happiness and joy, in anything that we can offer you. Whether that is in the form of hard work, or companionship, or sexual gratification."

"But is that what will make the two of you happy?" 

"Yes." Dean and Sherry both said in unison. Smiling, Dean leaned forward and looked directly into Troy's eyes. "We want to give you anything and everything that one human being can give another. There will be absolutely no limitations, anything, anytime, anywhere. We just want to spend the rest of our days trying very hard to please you." Sitting back up on the couch, Dean continued. "We owe you our very lives, and we wish that we had more to offer you than just our devotion and these old, worn out bodies."

They sat in silence for a moment. All three had watery eyes. They did really love each other. Troy was realistic enough to realize that they would have to have more than just love to make all of this work.

Turning to Sherry, Troy questioned further. "I can understand you being a submissive or slave, but where does that leave Dean and I? Both of us bossing you around will only work for so long. You know the old adage, "man can not serve two masters."

Dean and Sherry smiled at each other, then Dean spoke, "We've done quite a bit of research, on this together, and we've discovered that I'm more of a switch. Since learning what that was and all that it entailed, we have had some really fun experiences." 

Leaning forward, and looking at Dean, Troy continued, "So, by telling me that you are switch, you are telling me that you enjoy being in charge of Sherry, but that you also like to give up your control."

"Yes, that's exactly right."

"Which do you prefer?"

"I'm not sure." Dean got up and walked around the coffee table. "I am having a hard time admitting it, but I think that I'm more comfortable being told what to do." Dean looked at Sherry then back to Troy. "I haven't really pursued that side of my personality, because I've always been the one controlling Sherry. But since this has come up, and we have been discussing it, and Sherry has been teaching me different ways to accept and even enjoy the "bottom" side of a sexual relationship, I must admit that I'm loving this new freedom."

"What do you mean, 'new freedom' how are you "free" if I'm demanding and controlling?" Troy ask, wanting to make sure they saw things the same way that he did.

Dean sat back down and turned to Sherry. She smiled and answered, "You see we don't have to worry about anything. We just do anything that you tell us. There are no consequences in our life, if you will just accept us as your property."

Troy smiled, "Yea, I think that we're starting to line up on this." He sat quietly for a moment, collecting his thoughts. "Sherry, will you please go get me a drink of ice water, I'm really parched." 

She jumped up and headed for the kitchen, even before he had finished asking, calling back over her shoulder, "Anything you wish." Then just as she stepped out of the room, "Sir."

Turning back to Dean, Troy began, "Tell me what kind of 'things' Sherry has been teaching you about 'bottoming." "That is the right term isn't it?"

"Yes." Dean answered. "You are using it right. And don't play it so coy. I know that you know more about this stuff than we do put together." Troy just smiled. "I've been learning that I like to have vibrators and dildo's put in my ass." Troy swallowed. "Sherry has been teaching me to deep throat also."

"Now, hold on." Troy started.

"I know, I know." Dean interrupted. "I'm just trying to learn all that I can, so that we can and will comfortably serve you. And we do intend to serve you in any way that will bring you pleasure."

Troy relaxed a little and eased back into his chair.

Dean continued, "I'm even becoming quite the little cum whore."

"What do you mean by that?" 

"I have developed a rather ravenous taste for cum. Mind you, I have only tasted my own, but I've gulped it, sloshed around in my mouth and of coarse sucked it out of Sherry." Just then, Sherry reentered the room carrying a tall glass of ice water. Handing it to Troy, she sat back down on the coffee table in front of him.

"Sounds like Dean is telling you about some of his new loves." Sherry gently cupped Dean's face. Looking at Troy, "Is there anything that we can do to prove our devotion to you and to this servitude?"

"We still need to talk a few things out, baby." Troy set his glass down on the coffee table. Looking at Dean, "Did you get a chance to write this down?"

"Here it is." Dean smiled offering Troy a paper.

It was short, but came right to the point. It read:

We (Dean Marsh and wife Sherry Adams Marsh) do here by turn over our lives and property to one Troy Brown. We do so with full faculty and knowledge that any consequences of this action will follow as binding and permanent.

Furthermore, we willingly give our bodies and servitude to Mr. Brown, to do with as he wishes.  

Both had signed it.

Troy held the paper in his hands for a minute, while he thought. "What about jealousy?" 

"What do you mean?" Dean ask, for both of them.

"I mean, how are you two going to handle the feelings of jealousy, when I'm using or even torturing the other one of you?"

Sherry jumped in, "We have talked long and hard about this. We know that there will be times when it is an issue, but we believe that we can and will just get through it. This is far to important to let it end over jealousy."

"That brings up another point." Troy continued. "What happens if this doesn't work out? Where does that leave us as friends, and you as a couple?"

Dean leaned forward, and then cleared his throat before beginning. "I'm sorry, I thought that we had done a better job of explaining this to you." He swallowed, straitened up, and then began, "If we fail, if we can't make this work, then we have lost everything."

He looked at the floor, then back up and into Troy's eyes. "If we can not please you and make a life with you, then we loose each other, and become wards of the state."

The gravity and total control of these people's lives was beginning to sink into Troy. He realized that he needed to act responsibly, but he was determined to have fun doing it... 

"We will need more thorough legal documentation." Troy mumbled, more to himself than to anyone. 

But both Dean and Sherry sputter out a, "Wwe." Looking at each other, Dean spoke, "We will sign anything that you desire. We will swear to any judge. Anything at all, anything at all you would like or need."

Troy stood up and walk a couple of steps, then turned and addressed the couple. "You will need to sign over your power of attorney to me, both of you. Then we need to write up a living will, and a last will and testament, both naming me as sole executor."

Troy bent over and retrieved his glass of water, took another drink and ask, "How does that sound to you two?"

Dean looked at Sherry, smiled and then turned to Troy, "We think that will be great. Just tell us what you need and we will do it."

"I will have my attorney come by as soon as I can make the arrangements." Troy said confidently. "We are really going to do this." He said more to himself than to anyone else. But he did see Dean and Sherry smile at each other. They looked almost relieved, and he understood.

Troy walked back over to his seat and sat down. He reached forward and took one of each of their hands in each of his. Then looking back and forth, between Dean and Sherry, he smiled, "Are you really sure that this is how you want to spend the rest of your lives?"

First Dean, then Sherry, looked directly into Troy's eyes and lovingly told him "Yes."



Paying Rent Ch. 03



It Begins

"Dean, give me a hand moving this coffee table." Both men moved and each took an end, and then slid the table across the front room floor and out of the way. Both were slow to straighten up. Troy moved over toward his friend Dean and placed his hand on his shoulder, just as dean reached his full height, of 5'8", he turned and looked troy in the eye.

"Are you really sure that this is what you want?" Troy questioned, as he looked down into his long time friends face.

"More than anything that I have ever wanted in my life, old friend." Dean smiled.

Troy moved back over to his armchair, and took a seat. Dean joined his wife Sherry, in the middle of the room. Taking her hand they both faced Troy. They were all three ready to begin down this road, into a new and somewhat scary world. Silent for a moment, they all knew that this was the point of no return. They all smiled at each other, but it was clear that Dean and Sherry were not going to move without a word from Troy.

"Alright." Troy smiled. "Lets see what I just bought." He rubbed his hands together. "I want you two to strip, and put your clothes over there on the coffee table and then return to your present positions."

Sherry untied her robe, let it slide down her arms, and then threw it at the coffee table. Smiling she turned back to Troy and, with palms out, stood straight and gave him a kind of wide eyed, "ta-da" look. 

Troy smirked and smiled in return. "Very nice young lady, but I'd like you to go pickup your robe and gently fold it on the table."

"Sorry Sir." Sherry said quickly, as she moved over to retrieve her robe, and do as commanded.

Dean had walked back over to the coffee table and was in the process of undressing. He had heard the exchange between Sherry and Troy and was folding his clothes as he took them off. Once naked, he rejoined his lovely naked wife, in the middle of the living room floor, facing his long time friend, he took her hand again.

"You two aren't a bad looking couple." Troy offered.

Dean looked his wife up and down and then looking a Troy, smiled and nodded.

"I don't want ether one of you to speak unless I ask you direct question. Is that understood?"

Both nodded. Dean said a quiet "Yes."

Sherry offered a bolder, "Yes Sir."

"Dean, how is it that you don't have a hard-on? I'm about to bust my pants open." 

"Well," Dean hesitated, "You know that I've had some problems." Troy nodded. "And, well this is one of the 'complications'."

"What do you mean? Can you get a hard-on? Or is this permanent?"

"Oh." Smiled Dean. "I can get an erection. It just needs a little help sometimes." Now looking at the floor again, he went silent.

"Don't just leave me hanging." Troy ask, sitting up. His sarcasm was not lost on his friends. They all giggled a little and then returned to their solemn tone.

"As we have tried to prepare ourselves for 'you', we have actually found a couple of things that work." Troy nodded and Dean continued. "Of coarse there is some drugs, like Viagra, but my Doctor doesn't like me using them. He says that it can really mess with my bad blood pressure."

"So has he got another prescription, or what does he suggest?"

"He has given me some samples to try, but warned us not to use them more than once a week, and he would prefer less often."

"So does that mean that this whole thing is just going to be me having sex with your wife?"

"No." They both answered in unison, and then smiled at each other.

"We have found that there are other things that will work, at least on a temporary basis." Troy could see Sherry squeezing Deans hands and smiling supportively, and he gestured for Dean to continue. "For example, Sherry loves to be spanked." Troy smiled and raised an eyebrow to Sherry, who grinned and nodded her head up and down quickly.

"She likes to be spanked until she is crying, and then I usually stop anyway, because I don't like to make her cry."

"I would love more and harder." Sherry butted in.

"I ask you not to interrupted." Troy stated sternly.

"Sorry Sir." Sherry whispered.

Troy looked at Dean and nodded.

Dean knowingly continued. "Well, anyway, trying to prepare for anything that you might want us to do, I ask Sherry to spank me."

"How did that turn out?" Troy interjected.

"Not good for Sherry, she just doesn't have it in her." 

Troy looked at Sherry and they both nodded, as Dean pressed on.

"She ended up bawling hysterically and couldn't continue." Sherry started to tear up and Dean put his arm around her. "She just doesn't have the dominant gene."

"So where are we going with this?" Troy ask.

"Oh, sorry Sir." That was the first time that Dean had addressed Troy as Sir. "I didn't mean to drag this story out, but out of the experience, we learned that a spanking will give me a hard-on. We don't know how long it will last, because we were cut short."

"I'm so sorry." Sherry whimpered into Dean shoulder.

"It's alright baby. We learn and we move on." Dean comforted.

"So, what else have you got?" Troy pressed.

"Oh, yes, sorry. We have also done quite a bit of anal play. Both on Sherry, she loves it by the way, and on me." 

"So, what all do you think that I'm into?" Troy questioned sternly. "What have I ever done to make you think that I'm the least bit interested in any kind of sex with you?"

"Sorry Sir." There it was again. "It's not that, but we mean to serve you fully, and we mean in any way that we possibly can. We just tried to think of any possible scenario, and any possible act that you might wish us to do, whether as a couple or individually."

"O.K. I'll buy into that." Troy responded. "Thank you, by the way. As for poking you up the ass, I'm not ready for that. Let's just take that a little slow for now." 

"Anything you wish." Dean looked down, embarrassed. "Anyway, getting my ass licked and fingered will get me hard. We have also learned that a dildo, or a vibrator will keep me hard for awhile longer."

"Well, buddy, don't hold your breath waiting for me to lick your ass. Cause it ain't gonna happen." Troy smiled sarcastically. "How long can you keep it up? You know, with something stuck up your but I mean?"

"We don't know. We haven't tried a lot of things, and the ones that we have tried we only tried for a little while."

"Gees, the more we talk, the more we learn." Troy sat quietly for a moment, collecting his thoughts.

"I need to be getting home." Pausing a moment to see his friends reaction, Sherry and Dean looked and each other, and then back to Troy. The dejected look on their faces spoke volumes. "Don't worry. We're going to do this." Troy added with a smile.

"Thank you so much." Said Dean, as they both let out a sigh of relief. 

"We're going to play for a minute and then I've got some things for you two to do, then I'll go home and talk to Joan about you two moving in." Troy stood up and removed his clothes. He was only six years younger than Dean, but he looked fifteen years younger. Also, standing 6'3", he over shadowed his friends by quite a margin. Then taking one step closer to Sherry, she smiled up into his eyes. He reached down and ran a finger through her pussy lips. Smiling, as he returned to his seat, he rubbed his fingers together, slick with her moisture. 

"Alright Sherry. I want you on your hands and knees in front of me. Give me a good blowjob. Dean I want you on your hands and knees behind her. I want you to lick out her asshole. And Dean, I mean I want to see that little asshole literally shine! Do you understand me?"

"Yes Sir!" Piped Dean, with a smile, as they both quickly moved into their assigned positions. Sherry quickly engulfed Troy's erection. First licking the head and then the shaft before trying to swallow it whole.

Troy placed a hand on her shoulder and one on her head as he watched his two friends begin to work for his approval. Dean had moved in behind Sherry and the way she was moaning over his dick, he figured that Dean was doing his part. He had to give her high marks for her effort and technique. His own wife didn't like to give head and only indulged him on occasion.

He was no expert, but this felt pretty damn good! Troy enjoyed watching the scene that was playing out before him, and let it continue for a while, but he didn't want to cum in her mouth. He realized that this was their first sexual act as slaves to him as thier master. Before too much time had passed, and he got any closer to climax, he tightened his fingers into Sherry's hair and pulled her reluctant lips up and off of his dick. 

"Dean, stop for a minute. Sherry, I want you to crawl up here and straddle me." Sherry smiled and began to move into position. As she slid a knee onto each side of Troy's legs, he reached up and cupped her tits. She leaned in and began kissing him. Troy broke the kiss off with, "You have nice tits baby."

Sherry smiled and said, "No, now 'YOU' have nice tits." She giggled and then added, "But thank you."

Her hand trailed down his chest, finally grasping his firm penis. She shifted and aimed it for her slit.

"Stop!" Troy said forcefully.

Sherry froze, wondering what she had done wrong. 

Troy smiled evilly. "Dean, 'You' put my dick into your wife's cunt." Sherry smiled back into his eyes. Dean placed one hand on the small of Sherry's back and with the other on Troy's penis; he gently pushed his wife down onto his friends' dick.

"That was very good Dean." Troy said with clear condescension. "Your wife has a nice, soft, wet, pussy."

To Troy's surprise, Dean's answer came without any sign of jealousy or spite. "You know it, buddy. She is the best sex in this town, or any other."

Sherry leaned in and kissed Troy again, this time tonguing him for quite some time. She was well versed and creative as she bathed him in kisses and sucked his neck.

"Dean, I want you to continue licking her asshole."

"As you wish, Sir."

And almost immediately, Troy could feel Dean's beard rubbing in between his legs and his tongue working on her asshole. Sherry began to slowly slide up and off of his shaft, then reaching the top, she would slowly descend, and as she slide down the length of his dick she would kind of twist and swirl her hips. The feeling was magnificent.

Then Troy got a new shock. As Sherry would rise up off of him, he could feel Dean licking his balls and lower shaft. Then as she lowered back down, he could feel Dean's tongue slide back up Sherry's lower slit and up to her asshole, where he would shove it inside her, and twirl it around. 

Sherry and Dean were falling into a wonderful rhythm, but Troy couldn't hold back much longer. "Shit!" Troy said. "I hate to say this, but I need you to stop." Looking at Sherry. 

She looked back blankly, "Did I do something wrong? Sir? I'm very Sorry."

"Hell! No!" Troy laughed. "You two are so damn good, that I'm about to blow my load in the first couple of seconds we're together." With his hands now resting on her thighs, and looking her directly in the eye, Troy took a breath. "Need you to slide off of me baby."

Sherry moved gently, but followed her orders even as Troy was giving them. "I want you to turn around and spread your ass cheeks and put my dick up your ass." Sherry smiled and gave a little giggle as she stood and turned around. 

Dean remained on the floor, and as she lowered herself back down, without being prompted, he took Troy's penis and guided it into his wife's descending asshole. She had a hand on each ass cheek and her hole was quite wet with Dean's slobber.

Even with his dick greased up from her twat, they met with a little resistance, but soon were sliding in. Both Troy and Sherry let out a collective sigh, as she hit bottom, and rested her soft ass on his lap.

Troy reached around from the back and took one of her breast in each hand. Then he eagle claw gripped each tit firmly and pulled her back into his chest. She let out a little gasp again, at the pain, but said nothing. "Don't move. I want to just feel this for a second." A moment passed, and he could feel her asshole involuntarily contracting around his dick. "God, that feels great! Dean, don't you have something to do?"

"Yes Sir."

And immediately Troy felt whiskers brushing his inner thighs and then a tongue on his balls. Dean's tongue moved up to Sherry's wet pussy lips and then slid inside. Troy could feel his friends tongue swirling around inside of Sherry.

"Damn!" Troy whispered into Sherry's ear. Sherry bucked her hips and tightened her muscles, both her ass, around Troy's cock, and her pussy around her husbands tongue. He could hold back no longer, and let his cum flow into her tight ass.

Resting a minute and catching his breath, Troy rubbed Sherry's chest and nipples. Then once recovered, he started slowly, "That was fantastic!" He almost whispered. "You two will be the death of me." Sherry leaned forward and started to rise up. Troy, still holding her tits, tightened his grip and pulled her back onto his lap.

"Not yet baby." Looking over her shoulder and down at Dean. "Back up buddy, but stay down there." Dean complied. Whispering into Sherry's ear, "Honey, I want you to get up, spin around and clean my cock off."

Troy loosened his grip, on her tits and let go as she rose up and turned around. She quickly knelt down and began licking his cock. 

Looking passed her, toward Dean, Troy said, "Guess what your job is buddy?"

Without any hesitation, Dean almost leaped forward and began licking and sucking on his wife's asshole. Troy, once again rested a hand on Sherry's shoulder and one on her head.

"I've never had anal sex before." Troy mumbled, more to himself than to his companions. "That was truly fantastic!" Then he just quietly watched his two friends continue to follow his orders. There would clearly be physical limitations, but setting those a side, this would be better than any fantasy he had ever concocted on his own.

"Alright, you two get up and stand in front of me again."

Sherry pushed off of Troy's lap and stood, then turned and help Dean to rise to his feet. They kiss quickly, turned to face Troy, and held each other's hands.

"Well how do you two feel?"

"Fantastic!" Sherry yelped, as she jumped in place.

"Wonderful, truly wonderful." Dean said looking directly into Troy's eyes.

"So this is what you two have in mind?"

"Yes! Most enthusiastically Yes, this is exactly what we want to do." Dean responded, while squeezing Sherry's hand and pointing to each other. "Please, Please dear friend, is there anything else that we can do for you? Anything to make you feel better? Anything to bring you pleasure?"

"No. I'm really good right now. But thank you for asking. You two are really amazing. It's no wonder that I love you both so much." Troy stood up and reached for his clothes. Sherry and Dean both also reached for Troy's clothes, in an attempt to help him dress. "I didn't tell ether one of you to move. Now get back over there."

"Sorry Sir."

"Apologies, Sir."

"Don't worry about it. We will formalize some rules as we get into this." They both nodded and Troy began to dress. "O.K. I have some stuff for the two of you to do."

"Yes Sir. Anything at all." Dean responded smartly.

"First and foremost, Sherry."

She looked up brightly into Troy's eyes and said, "Yes dear, anything all."

"I can't stand a hairy pussy. It has been a sore point between my wife and I for many years. You will happily keep your entire body shaved."

Sherry smiled and nodded, "Yes sir, happy to do it sir," and then she giggled like a schoolgirl.

"I'm serious about this Sherry. I want you happy about it, and I want you completely bare. Is that understood?"

"Yes sir, that won't be any problem at all. Anything that pleases you will please me even more my love."

"Dean, I want you to shave your crotch too." Troy paused a second to watch Dean's face. But to his surprise, there was no anger, discomfort, or animosity of any kind. "I don't have any specific plans for you right now, but be sure that your crotch and asshole are shaved and stubble free."

Troy was pulling his pants on now and started to look for his socks. "The two of you will never again wear clothing. Of coarse there will be some obvious exceptions. When any of your kids come over, when my wife is around, when we are working, or any other time that I specify, I will expect you two to dress quickly and correctly. But the second that you step in that door, the clothes are off, do you understand?"

"Yes sir." The two said in almost unison, then smiled at each other.

"What?" Troy questioned.

"Well," Dean began, "we expected this much."

"Don't get to sure of your selves, I have more." Troy smiled, as he sat down to pull on his shoes.

"Sherry, my love." She looked up from her husband and over at Troy. "I want you to let your hair grow longer. I don't care for it this short. I know that it's easier to take care of, but I want it longer. Let it grow and I'll decide just how long to let it go. I'm thinking down to your shoulders."

"Yes sir, it will be my pleasure."

"Dean, I want you to keep you beard in better shape." 

Dean raised a questioning eyebrow.

"You let it get pretty rough and scraggly between trips to the barber. Keep it trimmed nicely or I'll have you shave it off. That's not such a bad idea anyway, I've never seen you without a beard."

Dean looked a little alarmed, but also resigned.

"For now just keep it trimmed buddy."

"Yes, I will, thank you, Troy" Dean said while still looking down.

"O.K. those are the main things." Troy stood up and approached the couple.

"You two are in bad shape and I want you to be around a while." Now circling the pair as they kept facing the chair he had just vacated. "Starting tonight, the two of you will start walking. Tonight you will dress comfortably and you will walk around this subdivision. Tonight make one loop. That will be about half a mile. Every corner that you come to, I want you to stop and kiss each other. I want a good kiss that people will remember."

The pair smiled at Troy. "We can do that sir." Dean said smiling.

"I will increase the length of your walk every day. You will be sore and tired every night. You will both loose some weight and over all be in better shape."

"Thank you sir." Sherry smiled, at Dean. "I've been trying to get him to exercise for years."

"You need it too baby." Troy jibed. "I want you two to be around for awhile. And if I'm going to own you, then I want it to be good looking property." They all laughed.

"I'm going home. I want the two of you to go clean up, shower, shave each other, and then go for your walk. Remember, when you return home you are to be naked at all times. Carry a little towel with you, I don't want ether one of you leaking on the furniture." They all laughed again.

"Tomorrow I will be by after work. I need you to have all of your bills, and anything else concerning your money, all together, so that we can go over it and see where we are." Troy had worked his way toward the door, and then turned back.

"I need to see any paperwork that you have on your work also, when your final days are, any benefits coming our way, and anything else that you can think of, does that sound alright?"

"Yes, I will have everything ready for you sir." Dean smiled. "Thank you again for doing this for us. This really is very, very, important to us. We love you very much. Thank you so very much."

Troy put out his hand and took Dean's. They shook hands and looked into one another's eyes. "I really do love you and your wife. We will make this work. I know that I will make some mistakes, but if you are willing, we will build a life together."

Dean's eye's teared up. "Thank you so very much. You are truly the most important and best man in my life." Letting go of Troy's hand, Dean reached back and took Sherry's hand. "Without you we would have nothing, but with you we have everything. Thank you."




Paying Rent Ch. 03



I woke up in the morning, still on my mattress on the floor. My boy pussy was on fire and my panties were soaked with lube and cum. I went to our cell's toilet and let out a stream of my new master's cum. I couldn't believe I still had that much in me! I looked around for Jermane, but he wasn't in the cell. I figured he must have gone to his job in the kitchen and I'd finally have some alone time to contemplate my new life. Before I could get too deep in thought, a crackle came from the metal speaker box. "Tier time ladies. The nurse is here to see you."

All of a sudden the lock on my door popped and it cracked open. I quickly put on my top and pants and shoes and opened up my door. As I glanced around all I saw were the other "bitches" walking out of their cells. I then knew why the Deputy said "ladies". I went and got in line to see the nurse. When my time came, she handed me a pill and a paper cup of water. I asked her what the pill was and she just grinned. One of the other "bitches" tugged on my shirt arm and told me I was being given female hormones. She saw the look in my face and just laughed. "You will like it girl! You will get used to it, and the changes are so much fun to watch!" I then really looked her up and down and noticed she had some breasts! What will I tell everyone I know when I finally get out?

I left the line to the nurse and started to head back to my room when the Deputy called me to the Deputies station. I sulked over there and the Deputy said, "Jermane told me to tell you to take your shower now cause he will be off of work in an hour. Also, commissary dropped something off for you. It's in that bag over by the sink. Do not open it until you get to your room. Understand?" I nodded, and he winked at me. I kind of smiled and he just chuckled.

I grabbed the bag and headed to my room. When I got to my room I shut the door and opened the bag. Inside were a blonde wig, a black bra and matching black panties, a pair of black thigh highs and a slinky black silky gown. My little "clitty" got excited and I started getting hard. My speaker crackled and a voice told me to hurry up and shower.

I grabbed my towel and hurried to the shower. I lathered myself up again and started to shave my body smooth again. I soon was silky smooth again and quickly washed my hair. As soon as I was done, I toweled off and quickly put the peachy smelling lotion all over my body. I got dressed in my outer clothes only and hurried back to my room. I stared at my new clothes and again I got excited. I slid the panties up my skinny legs and over my small ass. There was a small bulge in the front so I decided to tuck my tiny "clitty" between my legs. I then put the bra on and it fit much better than the plain white one the jail gave me. I then took each thigh high and rolled them up my slender legs. I took the silky gown and slid it over my body. My skin was on fire from the silky fabric running over my smooth feminine skin. I put the wig on and then stared at myself in the mirror. I gasped. I actually looked womanly!

As I stared at myself in the mirror the speaker once again crackled and a booming voice told me to get ready because Jermane was coming in to get more of his "rent". I knew exactly what that meant and I went to my mattress on the floor. I got on my knees and waited for my master.

Jermane walked in and smiled. "I knew you would be a hot bitch for me. That's why I picked you. From now on when you are in my room you will be dressed like this. When you go out on tier time you wear the non-sexy shit. This sexy shit is all mine and I will say who gets to see it. Got it?" 

As I started to nod, Jermane walked over to me and grabbed my chin and tilted my head up so I could make eye contact with him. I saw a giant bulge in his pants and it was growing bigger. I knew what to do, so I grabbed the waistband of his pants and slid them down. There staring at me eye to eye was his gorgeous massive black cock. I licked my lips and immediately wrapped them around his massive cock head. Jermane let out a groan and he started thrusting his large cock deeper into my throat. I relaxed my throat and more and more of his cock went down my throat. I actually started moaning as his cock slid on my tongue and over my lips. His cock tasted so good and I knew that no matter what my brain said, this is what I wanted to be.

Jermane's cock kept pumping in and out of my mouth and my dainty hands were rubbing his massive black balls. Jermane kept groaning. I thought Jermane was going to give me another batch of cum to swallow but all of a sudden he grabbed my head and took his massive cock out of my mouth. A long rope of spit still connected my mouth to his beautiful big cock. I looked up and into his eyes and I knew what he wanted. I turned around and stuck my ass up in the air. I wiggled my ass and said, "Please master. Please fuck my pussy and make me your slut again!"

I felt my gown slide over my ass and up my back. I felt my panties being slid down my tiny ass. My ass cheeks were spread and I felt something warm on my sissy boy pussy. It felt so good and I started to moan out loud. I turned around and saw Jermane licking my tiny boy pussy. I got so hot; I started moaning louder, begging for more. His tongue flicked my tiny bud and started to probe deeper and deeper into my boy pussy. My body was shuddering from the excitement. Soon I felt a lubed finger starting to be inserted into me and my body started to spasm. Another finger went inside of my boy pussy and my little "clitty" couldn't take it any longer and started to spew cum all over my mattress.

Jermane took this as a good sign and stopped licking and fingering me. All of a sudden I felt a massive warm object at the door of my boy pussy and I knew this time it was my masters cock. He started to slide his slick cock into me and I winced in pain. Even though he had fucked me the night before, it was still not an easy task to take him into my boy pussy. He slowly inserted more and more of his cock into my little tight boy pussy. The pain was so immense! I grabbed my pillow and buried my head into it. I felt tears coming out of my eyes but I knew how badly I wanted this! I started to loosen up and soon I felt his massive balls slap against mine. I knew Jermane had finally done it and gotten all 11 inches into me! I let out a low guttural moan and begged for him to fuck me like a slut. He withdrew almost all 11 inches and then slammed all of it back into me. I let out a loud moan and spewed more cum into my mattress. He kept slamming his cock deep into me and with each stroke I moaned louder and louder. I begged for his cock to fuck me, make me his bitch. 

Jermane soon started to fuck me hard, with fast deep strokes. My boy pussy felt on fire, yet it felt so good! Just as I felt like I was going to cum some more, Jermane pulled his cock out of my boy pussy. "Lick your cum up off of the mattress bitch", he said. I scooted down and greedily licked up every drop of my own cum. I tasted so yummy! Jermane slapped my ass and told me to get on my back.

I got on my back fast and hiked my gown up so he could have free access to my boy pussy. He grabbed my legs and put them over his shoulders. My slim silky thigh high-encased legs were now over his shoulders as I felt his huge hard cock enter me again. All 11 inches slammed deep into me again and my eyes rolled back into my head and more cum spewed out of my tiny "clitty". Jermane laughed, knowing I was his slut for real now. 

He started to bend me over more and more as his cock slammed deep into my boy pussy. Soon my legs were by my face and his cock was pounding into me with an animalistic passion. I had a steady flow of cum dribbling out of my "clitty" and my moans were getting so loud. I started wondering who was listening to us fuck.

My head shifted and I looked at our cell door window and there was the Deputy watching us. I winked at him this time and this time he smiled. Our cell door swung open and he came in and shut the door behind him. He pulled out his big white cock and started stroking it hard and fast. This prompted Jermane to fuck me harder and I came hard and clamped my pussy down on his cock. Jermane grunted loudly and I felt shot after shot of hot cum shoot deep into my ass. Jermane shuddered and pulled his cock out of my boy pussy.

The Deputy was furiously jerking his cock and I was so horny watching him. Jermane slapped my ass and told me to get on my knees. I did as I was told. "Suck that Deputy cock until he cums and then swallow it all. Show him I know how to pick a good slut", Jermane said. I grabbed the Deputy's cock and put it in my mouth. He let out a loud groan as soon as my mouth engulfed all of his cock. I sucked it hard and fast. I used my hand and jerked his cock as I sucked and licked the head of his white cock. As I sucked his cock, I felt a flood of Jermane's cum drip out of my boy pussy and produce a puddle on my mattress.

Soon the Deputy grunted and shot a massive load of juicy cum into my mouth. I kept jerking his cock, trying to get every drop out of his balls. With one giant gulp I swallowed every bit of his delicious cum. The Deputy took his cock out of my mouth, zipped up, and left our cell. I stood up and noticed a puddle of Jermane's cum on my mattress. I smiled at Jermane. "Lick it all up slut. If you don't you wont be getting any more cock", he said. I fell to my knees and happily licked ever bit of his delicious cum up. I knew where it had come from, but I didn't care. I wanted more of his cock! He he

To be continued...................



Paying Rent Ch. 03



Sherry let go of Dean's hand and quickly stepped up to Troy. Then on tiptoes she pulled his face down to meet hers. She kissed him gently on the lips. "Thank you so very much."

Troy let his hand slide through her wet crotch and up to cup one of her breast. Then giving her nipple a quick tight pull, with a twist. He turned and stepped out of the front door, and walked home. 



Paying Rent Ch. 04



Going Home

Sherry turned and threw her arms around he husband Dean. "Honey, thank you so much. I know that we will be 'So' happy."

Dean kissed her neck, and echoed her feelings, "I think so too baby."

On the other side of the door, Troy smiled and began his walk, up the street, to his home. His mind was a whirl, with all of this new information. He had read about the D/S, and BDSM, lifestyles for many years. He had always considered himself to be naturally dominant, and he so wanted to pursue these activities, in his life.

Loving his wife, as he did, he had pushed all of these desires down deep and tried to find other interests. Smiling he remembered several articles he had read about masters and slaves. Until now he hadn't fully, or perhaps, really understood them.

Many of these informational articles explain the dynamics of the Dominant and submissive relationship. The relationship with his wife had never turned into the D/S lifestyle that he had dreamed of. It was so simple; he could never lead, because she was unwilling to let him.

The stories were all true, and this was literally falling into his lap. Sherry and Dean wanted him to lead, and own them. They trusted him implicitly. They wanted him to make every decision for them. And in return, he felt over whelming responsibility and obligation for the privilege of having them in his life.

That, in every essence, is the very living and loving definition of a true and correct Master, and Slave, relationship. 

As he arrived at his home, rather than going inside, he walked around, and into the backyard. Finding a nice green spot, he laid down on the lawn. Closing his eyes, he tried to collect his thoughts and prioritize his next actions.

In some ways, he was troubled by the moral implications. Growing up, Religion had always played an important roll in his life. In fact, his personal relationship with God and his devotion to his Savior are the very factors that kept him married.

Lying there, he contemplated those that could or would be hurt in the coming situation. The most obvious victim would be his wife, Joan. If she discovered their arrangement and then did not approve, or was unwilling to join them, surely she would be hurt. 

Of coarse, he and Joan's children, as well as Dean and Sherry's kids would be devastated to learn of this depravity. Other than these people, he was hard pressed to find anyone that would care very much at all.

His thoughts bounced back and forth, from one idea to the next. Just moments ago, his closest friends had given him one of the most exciting sexual experiences he had ever had. The thought and the opportunity, of owning another human being was intoxicating, the responsibility over whelming.

Returning to the moral issue, and being a bit blasphemous, he wondered how closely this came to God's perspective. He reasoned that it is when we give ourselves to our God, then he has the power to bless our lives.

Dean and Sherry had just turned their lives over to him, and in so doing; he now had the opportunity to bless their lives. He now had the responsibility to care for his friends. And in return, they would bring him great pleasure. He hoped it would be mutual pleasure.

Making several mental notes, he went inside to make some calls and arrange for some of the coming changes. 

His wife Joan arrived home about an hour later. He met her at the door with a kiss. They sat down in the front room and he carefully laid out his plans, to have Dean and Sherry come live with them. He explained about their savings, their daughter, and their poor history with money. 

Troy also explained about Dean helping him with the rental houses, and about his handling all of their money. He went on to tell Joan about a couple of changes that they would have to make in the home, so that each couple could have some sense of privacy.

Joan listened carefully and lovingly. She wasn't to 'thrilled' to have someone move in on them. However, she to loved Dean and Sherry, so, for them, and her husband, she would make the best of it.

Troy also pointed out that Sherry would be happy to help with the chores, of keeping the house clean and comfortable. 

Together, the two of them decided that they could keep most of the furniture down stairs, because Dean and Sherry had old and beat up furniture. So the only thing they would need to do immediately, was to buy a queen size bed for them, and set-up the door down to the basement, so that it could be locked from ether side, for privacy.

They had a nice quiet dinner, discussing their life, living with their friends. After dinner Joan ask if Troy wanted to have sex. This was very unusual, but Troy happily accepted and they had nice, simple, uncomplicated, straight, missionary position, sex, and then sleep. 

In the days and weeks that followed things happened rather quickly. Dean's retirement took effect in about two months. It was decided to have them move in a little less than a month from the time Dean had made his strange proposition.

Dean and Sherry had signed everything over to Troy. Their finances were not as bad off as they could have been. It turned out to be necessary to appear before an arbiter; Dean and Sherry both verbally and in writing chose to be classified as incompetent and dysfunctional. 

The arbiter protested Troy's decision to take on the responsibility of this couple. He had run into Dean and Sherry before, and he knew of their financial problems. They had appeared before him a couple of times, and he had even put Sherry in the county lock-up for thirty days, because of bounced checks.

Troy explained that it had been many years since their check problems. He loved them, and believed that he could handle the problems that this 'burden' would create. Troy also assured the judge/arbiter, that he would not be seeing them again.

Troy Brown was awarded the custody and guardianship of Dean and Sherry Marsh. The additional papers were easy, he was granted power of attorney, and the different wills and insurance forms were filled out and filed.

The day that Dean and Sherry moved in, Joan cooked a big dinner and they all enjoyed a nice quiet celebration. Things moved smoothly, life was good, and the couples began to mesh in their home.

Dean and Sherry were both beginning to loose a little weight and they both looked and felt better than ever. Dean completed his responsibilities at his work, and upon his retirement, received and unexpected four thousand dollars bonus. Which Dean promptly handed over to Troy with a smile.

Troy took some of the money and had Dean help him to install hidden cameras throughout the basement apartment. He also enhanced his computer and set it up so that it would record their activities. Later, if he chose to, he could burn anything he wished, to a DVD.

There had been a few 'snags' along the way. Joan had gone down stairs, unannounced the second day that they were living there. Both Dean and Sherry were naked, (as instructed) Joan screamed and ran back up stairs.

Sherry had dressed and gone upstairs to try and smooth things over. Joan refused to let her into the kitchen to talk. Sherry finally gave up and slowly returned to the basement. They didn't know what to do, so they just did as they had been instructed, and undressed and prepared for Troy's return from work.

When Troy got home, his wife was waiting for him in the driveway. She jumped in his car and told him to drive away quickly. She told him the whole story and said that she just couldn't live with perverts bellow her. 

Troy was able to smooth things over, and convince her that they were the same people that they knew and loved. He even added, that it would be really nice if she would spend more time naked. It was just them now, with the kids gone, what was she saving it for? They were both able to laugh and she conceded that he was probably right. She would try to lighten up. 

Troy and Dean rigged up a small 'alarm', for the door at the top of the stairs. It would give a small audible beep, they hoped that would give them time to pull a robe on and be ready for any unannounced visitor.

Troy also bought them each a 'short' robe, they were to use this to sit on, and then quickly pull it on when surprised. They all hoped that this would work and appease Joan. Troy also hoped that he would be able to loosen her up a little and see that this was 'normal' and fun. 

Not long after, while Troy was standing, his legs spread astride of Dean, who lay prostrate, face up. Between them, Sherry sat on Dean's face while he ate out her cunt and asshole, and she sucked Troy's cock clean. He had chosen this moment to tell them that he was sending them on a vacation.

They each finished their duties, and then took their 'normal' positions, Dean and Sherry, holding hands standing before their seated master. The excitement almost palatable, they remained dutifully silent, as Troy explained that he had arranged a weeklong vacation/celebration/retirement trip for them.

It was the remainder of Dean's retirement money. All expenses were already taken care of, including tips and gratuities. They would be treated very well, on their trip. He also instructed them, that they were to keep up all of their daily routines, including their shaving, exercise, journal writing, and all other assigned duties. 

Dean and Sherry were overjoyed. They had not expected anything like this. Truly, they had made a wise decision, in turning their lives over to their friend. There was no way that they could have ever taken a trip, or gone on any kind of vacation.

The couple knelt in front of Troy, and each, in turn; ask if they could please service him in any way. Troy smiled and told them, that they already had pleased him very much. 

As Joan and Troy drove up the interstate after having just dropped Dean and Sherry off, at the airport, Joan ask Troy to please pull over. Troy signaled to leave the freeway and ask what she needed. "We need to talk." She stated calmly.

Pulling into an I-Hop parking lot, Troy threw the car into park, shut it off, turned to his wife, and said, "Fire away baby." In the mean time, his mind had raced to think of all of the possibilities. What could she need? What had she discovered? Why was she upset?

"Do you enjoying having Dean and Sherry living with us?" Joan began.

"Well, Yes." Taking her hand Troy added. "Is there something wrong?"

"No not really." She hesitated, "I just thought that I knew them."

"What do you mean?"

"They're just more sexual than I ever would have thought."

Troy smiled. "What on earth do you mean?"

"Well, you know that I caught them naked that one time."

Troy nodded in agreement, and Joan continued.

"Well, since then I know that they are running around down there naked and just pull a robe on when I come down."

"Is that a problem?" Troy ask, with a smile.

"No. It is their home. But why would someone want to run around naked all of the time? And especially people our age."

Troy laughed out loud. "Lots of people like it. I've been trying to get you to do it for years."

"I know." Joan interjected.

"Many people think it's natural and even rejuvenating." Looking her in the eye, Troy ask, "Is that what's bothering you?"

"That, and I'm just not sure how I feel." Shaking her head in confusion. "They just do things differently."

"What do you mean?" 

"Their not wrong, just different, and I'm not use to it."

"Like what?" Troy queried.

"I know that you like the naked thing. You've been after me for years."

"Damn right woman! You are too good looking to cover it all up."

"Thank you, but you know that I don't feel good about my body." Joan added sorrowfully. "But they seem, even happy living in our basement."

"Yes, I believe that they genuinely are happy with us." Said Troy thoughtfully.

"Last week," She paused, clearly embarrassed. "Last week I went down to talk to Sherry, I've forgotten what about. But she had the music playing really loud, and as I came down the stairs I could hear her singing along."

"Yes, well that sounds pretty normal to me?" Troy questioned.

"You don't understand." Joan continued. "When I got down there, she was on her hands and knees, facing away from me."

"And?" Troy gently prodded.

"And she was vacuuming the hallway."

"And?" Troy prodded.

"And she was naked, on her hands and knees, and she had this thing in her bottom."

Troy smiled, he remembered giving her those orders, but he had no idea that Joan had discovered her. "Was there anything else?"

"She had something on her ankles and a bar between them, keeping her feet apart."

"Well, I'll give you that, that is kind of weird, but isn't that really up to her?" Troy smiled again. He could see the confusion in his wife's eyes.

Joan paused a minute, before gathering her thoughts and continuing, "I know that you've always wanted me to play those kind of sex games."

"Yes I have baby." Said Troy.

"I've always hated the idea."

Troy nodded; she hadn't made any secret about that. "So, what's your point?"

"Give me a minute." She said with a little anger in her voice. Pulling her hand free of Troy's she went on, "She just seemed really happy about the whole situation." 

Troy nodded again, "So what is the problem? If she is happy about it, why rock the boat?"

"I've just never thought that you could be happy doing such degrading things." 

"Maybe, for her, there's more to it than just the act it's self."

"What do you mean?" questioned Joan.

"Maybe, it's about serving, and bringing pleasure to someone else."

"I guess that you could be right. There is a curtain joy, or fulfillment, in helping others. Is that what it's like?"

Troy's mind was a whirl, this could be great, or this could be the beginning of the end. "Partially, but some people also like to be humiliated, or held down, or restricted in some way. It leaves them free to just be themselves, while they serve another."

"You mean, with no consequences for their actions?"

"Yes, but it's more complicated than just that. Some people just like others to decide for them, even if it brings different, or sometimes unwanted consequences."

"I don't think that I could ever give anyone that kind of control over me." Joan stated flatly. 

"I know." Said Troy, looking her directly in the eye. "That's why we have had problems, getting along sexually." Looking down, "I think that it comes down to trust."

"Hold on a minute! I trust you." Joan shot back.

"I'm just saying, that some people that can live this way, are physically showing a very high level of trust. Wouldn't you agree with that?"

Joan paused a moment. She was gathering her thoughts, this was kind of making cense. "So you believe that Sherry has that kind of 'trust' in her husband?"

"Yes I do." Troy nodded.

"And you think that she likes doing any weird or sexual thing that he can think of?"

"Yes I do." Troy smiled.

"And you wish that I was more like her, in that area?"

"Yes I do." Said Troy, but quickly added, "But I love you ether way. I know that you aren't comfortable giving me that kind of control."

Joan looked out the window, at the restaurant. "You know she's not just that way for Dean." She stopped, and looked to Troy to see his reaction. He was genuinely shocked, and didn't know how to respond. Joan smiled and enjoyed Troy's confusion. "Nothing sexual, she just wants to do everything and anything for me."

"Is that a problem?" Ask Troy.

"No. It's just been hard to get use to. She is always trying to help out around the house. She is always asking me what she can do to make my life easier." Joan smiled; she knew how Troy would respond.

Troy, not wanting to let his wife down, smiled and answered back, "Boy," with extreme sarcasm, "I can see why that would bother you." Holding back a laugh, "Should we call the Police or something? You know if this gets out, people everywhere will be doing things for each other." Then he let the laugh out. As the two of them giggled in the car, Troy added, "Maybe we should have Dean punish her for wanting to help you."

Then smiling even more, "Or better yet, maybe you should punish her for wanting to help you?" Joan stopped laughing.

"No! I don't want to go there."

"O.K." Said Troy, as he settled down. He was hoping that this would move quickly, but he knew that was asking too much. "So what kind of things is she offering you, that you are uncomfortable with?"

"Nothing bad, or even sexual. She has just gotten a little more personal than I'm comfortable with."

"Like what then?" Troy ask, with sincere curiosity.

"The normal things, like help around the house."

"And that makes you uncomfortable?" Troy grinned slyly. 

"No. But she has offered to wash my hair, and give me a massage."

"You would probably enjoy both of those things."

"She also offered to give me a manicure and a pedicure."

"Well, again, you would probably enjoy getting those things, wouldn't you?" Troy ask.

"I would enjoy them, but I'm just not comfortable being touched so intimately." She answered, now looking down at the seat.

"Maybe, just maybe, it's part of who Sherry is, to serve and help others. Isn't that a wonderful trait? Don't you wish that everyone wanted to help and please each other?"

"I guess so." Joan said quietly.

"I think that the next time she offers to do things for you, you should let her. If it's a terrible experience, you can always refuse the next time. What's the worst thing that could happen? You enjoy it and want more?" Troy suggested.

"Maybe your right. I'm sure they just want to help out, because they're living here. Who knows, I might really like being waited on." Joan smiled.

"Are we alright then baby?"

"Yes, Thank you for listening to me. It's just new to me."

"No problem." Troy smiled, as he started the car and headed back toward home. "Besides honey, with them gone for a week, I want you to try being naked for me. O.K. Baby?"

"I guess I could try it, for a while." Joan said, as she slid over next to him on the seat, and then laid her head on his shoulder.



Paying Rent Ch. 05



Chapter 5: Settling In

In the week that fallowed, Troy was true to his word. He made Joan stay naked the entire time. Troy took the week off to play with his wife and for the most part they had a good time. Wednesday evening she rebelled and started to get dressed. 

Troy was expecting this and was ready. Playfully, he threw her on the bed and pulled her panties back off. Then he pulled out the same cuffs that he had been using on Sherry, and put them on Joan. Joan smiled and kissed him as he quickly put them on her ankles, wrists, and around her throat.

She stopped smiling when he put small locks on each of them. Then to further remove any choices from her, he padlocked a chain from each wrist to her collar and then one between her ankles. Each chain was about eighteen inches long. 

Joan had protested, but Troy just laughed and told her that she was going to be naked the whole week, even if he had to force it on her. She wasn't happy, but conceded his rule over her. Then she protested again when it came to bath time. Troy insisted that he bath her, because "she couldn't be trusted".

She complained and was rather bitchy about the whole thing, and then Troy frigged her off to a good climax, and she settled down. Joan also complained about "sleeping all chained up", by then Troy had had it, so he padlocked her hands behind her back, and put a gag in her mouth and went to sleep.

She woke up truly bitchy, and so Troy spanked her, but good, she bawled as if he had beaten her half to death. Troy let her go for a short while, and then, standing her up in front of him. He slid his fingers through her soaking wet pussy. Then smearing his fingers over her lips, he pointed out that she was wet and turned on, in spite of, or because of his treatment of her. She was speechless and so Troy kissed her and then quietly made love to her.

Joan didn't like being bound up like that anymore, but protested a great deal less. So, Troy removed the chains and let her run around in just the cuffs and collar. It was clear to Troy that Joan was not going to quickly or willingly just fall into the life that he was building with Dean and Sherry.

Up until this point, Troy had busied himself, with Dean and Sherry. He had really had some fun with both of them. They were both so willing to do literally anything to please him.

During the last few months, he had tried to push the limits of both Dean and Sherry. But up until now, he had been unable to find anything that they were totally unwilling to do for him.

It was quite common now for Dean to spend the entire day working with Troy, on various rental properties, completely naked. Well, completely is a relative term. Dean was aloud to wear his work boots and his tool belt. They both laughed about how ridiculous he looked, but he never protested. He just accepted that this is how his friend wanted him to work.

On a couple of occasions, when they were board, Troy had instructed Dean to play with himself and beat off in front of him. Dean had made a real show of it and pulled all kinds of faces and then sprayed his cum all over. They both laughed and made fun of Dean, as they cleaned up the mess. 

It became clear, over time, that Dean enjoyed being humiliated, but only in private. Troy would make him do any demeaning act that he could think of, and Dean would happily comply. He seemed to especially enjoy being humiliated in front of Sherry, and it seemed to embarrass her as well. But, both happily preformed and ask for more.

Sherry turned out to be more of an exhibitionist. The more Troy pushed the envelope the more she seemed to blush red and ask for more. They loved seeing the look of people's faces, as this old woman "accidentally" would loose her clothing. 

Dean's mother was still alive, and had always had a distaste for Sherry. Well into her late eighties now, she never thought that Sherry was "good enough", for her little boy. Under Troy's instructions, when visiting Dean's mother, Sherry had worked her way up, now to the point of being completely naked in front of her mother, and pointing out how much her son loved to play with her body.

These little acts, thoroughly embarrassed both Dean and Sherry, and also turned them both on. They were always eager to tell their story, in detail, as-soon-as they returned from these visits. Troy would listen to their story and then make them beg for sex, before giving his consent.

It was now commonplace and accepted, that the two of them were always naked while at home in Troy and Joan's basement. Sherry had even become comfortable running upstairs to grab the T.V. guide or a glass of juice, while still nude, and Joan had reluctantly learned to live with it.

Troy regularly went down stairs to watch T.V. with the couple. Joan had just accepted that, they would be naked around the house, she just didn't like it. Once, she had even caught Dean, sporting a hard-on, while the three of them were out on the patio, in the hot tub. 

Troy and Sherry were in the tub, and Dean was bringing them some drinks. He had only smiled at Joan, and ask "if she wanted some?" Joan blushed, in discussed, and ran into the house. 

Troy, Dean, and Sherry, had each separately invited Joan to watch an evening movie with them. But Joan had politely refused, knowing that Dean and Sherry would both be naked, while they sat in their front room, watching the movie. Joan had accepted that the couple was always naked but it bothered her that it didn't bother them to have Troy and her see them that way.

The day that Dean and Sherry were scheduled to return, from their vacation, Troy and Joan decided to have a nice evening out. Joan dressed to please her husband and the two of them had an excellent meal and conversation.

As Troy and Joan sat quietly in the airport, holding hands, they watched, as Dean and Sherry came into view. They then watched, as the couple looked for and retrieved their luggage.

Troy leaned closer to Joan and talked about Dean and Sherry. "Just look at them. They've both lost quite a bit of weight."

Joan smiled and kissed Troy's cheek.

"They've both got great tans and look really good." Then seeing Dean turn around toward them, Troy gasp into her ear. "Look at Dean! He's shaved his beard. I've never seen him without it. He looks fifteen years younger." 

"He does look really good." Joan added.

Smiling, Dean and Sherry noticed Troy and Joan, immediately the couples came together in warm embraces. Sherry kissed Troy on the lips. Surprised, Troy broke it off quickly. He didn't know how Joan would react. But he shouldn't have worried, because as he turned, he saw Dean kissing Joan. They all smiled at each other awkwardly, then picked up Dean and Sherry's luggage and headed for the car. 

The ride home was fun, and seemed to quickly pass. Dean and Sherry were full of fun stories and sincere gratitude for the trip. Arriving home, Troy helped haul the luggage down stairs. 

Dean and Sherry quickly undressed, but before they could say anything, Troy spoke. "Not tonight, you two. There will be plenty of time for that tomorrow." With a smile, he stepped between them. In so doing, he cupped a butt cheek of each of them, one in each hand, and gently gave a squeeze to each one. Troy then continued up stairs and to bed.

The next morning Troy kissed Joan good-bye and watched her back out of the driveway. She had some small errands to run and would be returning in a short while. Troy descended the stairs only to find that Dean and Sherry were already waiting for him.

Both were naked, kneeling in the center of the front room floor, with down cast eyes and holding hands. Troy smiled and, walking past them, dropped his sweat pants and sat down. "Alright, Sherry, let's have that beautiful throat of yours over here."

Sherry quickly crawled over, in front of Troy, and in one simple gasp; she swallowed his cock entirely, to its base, down her throat. "Wow!" Troy mused. She then began to bob up and down, working his penis.

Turning to Dean, Troy began. "Today I want you wearing your jock strap, socks, work boots, a blue tee shirt, and your bib coveralls. Go fetch them, and bring them out here."

"Yes Sir." Dean answered, as he got up and walked back into his bedroom, to gather his clothes. He returned just as Troy was grabbing Sherry's head, with both hands, and forcing her to deep throat him. With his eye's shut and head back, he unloaded his cum into Sherry's throat and mouth.

Easing up, on the back of her head, he told Sherry, "I want you to hold the last of it in your mouth baby." Sherry tipped her head back, and complied with his orders. Troy work in unison with her, as he pulled his dick free of her lips, while she closed her full mouth, on a rather large load of cum.

In the mean time, Dean had returned, from the bedroom, and placed his clothes on the couch, and knelt down next to Sherry. Sherry smiled and slid back, still on her knees, to be by her husband. 

"Dean." Troy began, "I've never ask you for anything that I would consider gay." Dean nodded, in agreement. "Today, you will become my bitch." Troy smiled at Dean, and tried to read his friends face. 

Dean smiled from ear to ear and said, "Yes sir." 

"Your wife has left my dick sticky." Pausing a moment, he continued. "And I don't like that." Dean quickly and without hesitation lunged forward and engulfed Troy shrinking dick, into his mouth, and began to lick and suck it clean.

Troy was surprised and a little shocked and looked at Sherry questioningly. Sherry, still with her mouth full, just smiled and nodded approvingly. Troy pulled his tee shirt off, and threw it on the couch, while he watched his friend vigorously suck him to another erection.

Then, tapping Dean on the shoulder, he said, "All right buddy, that's enough," and pushed Dean back on to his knees. Dean opened his mouth to speak, but before he could, Troy held his hand up, to silence him. "We will talk in a minute. Right now I want breakfast. Sherry, I want juice, toast, and eggs. Dean, the two of you will join me for breakfast." Dean nodded. "Go get the two sets of doggy dishes that I bought for you. I want them washed and ready for your food. You two will be eating at my feet this morning."

Dean smiled, got up, went to the kitchen, retrieved the bowls, and began washing them, in the sink. "Sherry," Troy began, now looking at her. "I expect you to hold that in your mouth until I tell you otherwise." Sherry nodded her assent. Then she also, stood and went to the kitchen to prepare breakfast.

Troy pulled his feet free of his sweat pants and threw them on the pile of clothing on the couch. Then he slowly walked into the kitchen and sat down at the table. He really enjoyed watching Dean and Sherry work and move around the kitchen. They had been married for so long that they knew each other's moves very well.

Sherry handed Dean a dry cloth to dry the bowls with, as he handed her the clean frying pan, for the eggs. When Dean finished, with the bowls, he placed them on the counter and started to toast some bread for the three of them.

Soon the happy couple was finished and had divided out the food, on to a plate for Troy and into the two dog bowls for themselves. Troy stood and walked over to the counter just as Dean was about to bring them over to the table.

"Sherry." She turned to face him and stepped a little closer. "Tip your head back and open your mouth. Lets see how well you've done." Sherry tipped her head back, opened her mouth and showed Troy the cum, that still remained. "You've done very well!" He praised. "You may now swallow it."

Sherry closed her mouth and swallowed hard. Smiling, she said, "Thank you sir. That was wonderful."

Troy didn't know if she was referring to the trip, or to his treatment of her this morning, but ether way, he was glad that she enjoyed herself. Picking up his own plate of food, and walking back to the table, he quietly told Dean. "Dean, bring your two's bowls over here and put them on the floor, in front of me."

Dean quickly did as instructed and the couple walked to the table and knelt down in front of Troy, with the two bowls on the floor in front of them. Dean had piled their food in one side of the double bowls, and poured juice into the other side.

Troy took a bite of toast and then addressed his friends. "The two of you will not use your hands to eat, but you can use them to balance yourselves on all fours."

"Thank you, sir." The couple chimed in unison, and then smiled at each other.

Troy continued. "While you two were on vacation, I made some decisions." Both nodded and Troy motioned that they should begin eating. Both leaned down and began to clumsily eat breakfast. "The two of you will have regular sex once a week. Tuesday evening I think." Smiling to himself, Troy was beginning to get the hang of this "in control" thing. 

"I want to get us into more of a regular routine." Taking another bite he continued. "I will need some input from you two, but I'm going to put us on a maintenance schedule, and also some kind of sex schedule. We'll talk more about this as I have ideas, but I wanted you two to be thinking about it."

The trio finished eating, Dean and Sherry knelt back on their heels and quietly waited for Troy to finish. "You two are sloppy little pets aren't you?" Not expecting or waiting for an answer he continued. "I would like you two, to lick each others faces clean." They immediately leaned toward each other and began licking. "I'm going up stairs to get dressed, I'll be back down in a minute. Dean, you be dressed by then."

When Troy returned back down stairs, he found Dean dressed and sitting on the couch, reading the morning paper. Sherry was still naked and cleaning up after breakfast. Troy sat down just as Sherry finished wiping down the counter.

Coming back into the living room, Sherry walk over to Troy and knelt down in front of him. "Sherry, I would like to try and give Joan a manicure, a pedicure, and if she will let you, a back rub today."

"Yes sir." Sherry smiled. "I would love to do that for her."

"It was very thoughtful of you to offer." Troy smiled and offered his hand to Sherry. Taking his hand, the two looked lovingly at each other. "I hope that she will accept your offer. Don't push her, and if she refuses you, don't let it get you down." 

"I won't sir." Sherry leaned in and kissed the back of Troy's hand. "I so hope that she will let me. The two of you have been so very generous. I just love you both so much."

"Thank you Sherry." Troy smiled, as he pulled his hand back and stood up. "Dean lets get going. We've got a lot to do."

"As you wish." Dean answered, as he stood and followed Troy out.

Dean was very happy to see that they were headed for the cabin. It had been quite some time since they had been out to check on the place. He really looked forward to going out there, it reminded him of simpler times and always made him smile.

They pulled up to the house and Troy unlocked the door and lead the way inside. They both made a quick once over pass and everything looked all right. Then turning to Dean, Troy began giving instructions. "I'm going to go ride the fence and check on the water. You get a fire going and clean this place up a little. When it warms up enough I want you naked. I'll be back in a little over two hours or so."

"Yes sir, I'll see if I can rustle us up a snack or something too."

"That would be great. See you in a while."

With that Troy slammed the back door shut and was gone. Dean did as he was told and in no time at all the place was clean and toasty warm. He was also able to find some soup and had it warmed up and waiting. Troy came hustling in from the cool air and headed strait for the bathroom.

"Please sir!" Dean stopped him. 

"What is it Dean? I need to piss like a race horse." Troy spat back.

"Do you remember when Sherry thanked you for being so generous and told you that we love you both so very much?" Dean ask, almost apologetically.

"Well, yes, but Dean couldn't we do this in a minute? I've really got to go."

"That's just it sir." Dean said, as he began to kneel down.

"What the hell?" Troy said stepping back away from the kneeling Dean.

"Sir, please let me explain."

"Go ahead, but make it quick!" Troy said getting a little irritated.

"You have given Sherry and I everything."

"You have done the same for me." Troy interrupted.

"Please, sir. Let me get through this."

Troy nodded and motioned Dean to continue, as he did a little dance, and crossed his legs playfully.

"You have given Sherry and I a much better life than I could have ever dreamed of. We are happier than I think we have ever been, in our entire married life." 

Troy raised a questioning eyebrow. "That's quite a bold statement." 

"But it's very true, sir. We are so happy here with you and Joan. We are in the best health, and feel better than we have in fifteen years. Even my blood pressure has gone down, and I haven't needed any help with a boner for over a month."

"That's great Dean, but I need to go. You can thank me when I get back." Troy started for the bathroom again.

"No! Sir." Dean almost yelled and then looked down apologetically. "You have been very careful not to 'use' me in sexual ways, the way you do Sherry." 

"Well, yeah." Troy answered, not really knowing where this was going, but having his suspicions. "You know that I'm not gay, and I'm even a bit of a 'homophobe'."

"Yes sir, I understand, but I 'need' to prove to you that you can do anything to me, or ask anything of me, and I will happily comply with your any desire."

"I already know that Dean." Troy stated flatly. "You and Sherry have never turned me down yet."

"Yes sir that's true, but there is still a couple of things that you have never ask of me." 

Troy nodded his acknowledgement. "So, I don't have a problem with that."

"Sir, please, please do as I ask, and use me as your urinal. Right now sir, please."

"Holy shit! Dean are you nuts?" Troy had forgotten all about his need to use the bathroom and was not ready for this request from his life long friend. Troy sat down, on the nearby bench and just stared at his friend. He thought that he knew where this was coming from.

A couple of months ago, while Sherry was riding Troy to another climax, she started yelling. "I'm your slut! I'm your whore! I'm your bitch! Use me! Use my pussy! Take my ass!" Troy had enjoyed her whispering dirty things to him during sex, but this yelling was not acceptable. The neighbors or Joan might hear, or worse, some little neighbor kid.

Troy was so upset that he wanted to do something 'vial' to punish her, something so disgusting that she would never disobey or embarrass him again. The only thing that he could think of was to have her kneel in the tub and he pissed in her mouth, and he made her hold it, in her mouth. When she smiled back at him, he was furious with her, and ordered Dean to pee all over her.

Dean had done as he ordered, back then, and remembering, Troy had immediately left the room in discussed. A few minutes later, he had returned to the bathroom, to find Dean sitting on the toilet, with the lid closed, and Sherry still kneeling in the tub, covered with piss. No one was smiling. He had ordered Dean to 'hose' her down with cold water, from the shower and then scrub her clean, again with cold water. Then as a final thought, he ordered Sherry to sleep on the floor, naked and without a blanket.

Troy had gone to bed thinking that he had put an end to their 'relationship' and gone to far. He had a very restless night, and was going to apologies the next morning, but it was Sherry and Dean who were the first to offer their most heartfelt apologies.

Enough of this crap! Troy thought. He really needed to pee and he would have to work through this later. "All right, you win." Troy grimaced. But Dean was almost beaming. "But we're doing this my way." 




Paying Rent Ch. 05



"Of coarse sir, anything you wish." Dean offered.

"I wish?" Troy questioned. "I'm not sure that I'm the one running this show." Troy didn't wait for an answer. "Get your ass out side. I'm not messing up the porch."

Dean pulled himself up, and headed for the back door. He was moving a little slower than Troy would have liked, but it was about as fast as Dean could move. Troy was really feeling the 'need' and just wanted this over with. "Over there." Troy pointed to the base of the big walnut tree, in the back yard.

"Kneel down, hands behind your back, mouth open!" Troy was barking his orders as he walked toward the tree, and undid his pants. Pulling his dick out, and pointing it at Dean's mouth, he looked Dean right in the eye. "You will hold this in your mouth until I give you permission to swallow. Do you understand?" 

Dean started to nod in the affirmative, but instead, caught the first stream of urine full force, in the back of his throat. Troy didn't let up. He gave him a full force load. As Dean's mouth was filling, he began to tip his head back, to prevent any from leaking out. When he was about to spill, Troy pinched off the stream and said, "Swallow." 

Dean quickly swallowed while keeping his mouth open and ready. Troy again released his pent up need. Again filling Dean's mouth. This time he finished and told Dean, "O.K. that's it. Just hold it."

Troy stepped back and dropped his dick back into his pants and zipped up. This was not his idea of fun. For a moment he just stood there looking at his friend. He thought that he knew him so well, and even now he wondered if he really knew him at all. Dean, still kneeling, with his hands securely clasp behind his back. With his mouth still full, he was smiling. And to top it all off, he had a very stiff boner.

"All right, I've seen enough." Troy announced. "Swallow that shit and lets get back inside." Dean swallowed and then used the tree to stand back up. The two went inside and Troy sat at the table while Dean slipped into the bathroom to brush his teeth. Troy insisted on good hygiene. 

Troy dished up the soup and set the butter on the table for the two of them. When Dean reappeared, Troy was just sitting down to eat. Dean threw his hand towel on the seat of the chair and sat down opposite of Troy. The two men ate their soup and bread in silence.

When they both finished, at about the same time, they both stood up and began to clear the dishes. Dean spoke up, "I'll take care of these."

"No. I don't mind. We'll do it together." Troy explained.

They finished the dishes and threw out the remaining soup. Troy moved into the living room and sat down in his rocking chair. Dean also entered the living room and after putting his towel down, sat on the couch. "So." Troy began. "Tell me about your experience with water sports."

Dean smiled. "We should have told you. But several years ago, Sherry and I were looking stuff up on the Internet, and we found stuff about peeing. We didn't know anything about it, and had never heard of such a thing."

Both men shifted in their seats, so that they were facing one another. "So, the two of you started to piss on each other?" Troy questioned.

"Well, yes and no. We started to experiment. At first, we used it as a punishment for Sherry. But it turned out that she enjoyed the humiliation so much that she was doing things to get 'punished.' So I pushed her further, trying to 'make' it punishment instead of a 'turn on' for her." 

Troy motioned for Dean to continue, he had never heard of someone being turned on, by such a disgusting act. Dean went on to explain that, "We finally 'topped out', when I 'forced' her to be a urinal for the night."

"Tell me about that." Troy urged. 

"I stripped her down, handcuffed her hands behind her back and blindfolded her. Then with black magic marker, I wrote 'URINAL' a crossed her chest, and then I wrote 'PISS' above her lips, and 'BUCKET' below her lips. Then I marched her into a bar bathroom and made her kneel down by the urinals. Then I hid in one of the near by stalls, to make sure that she'd be all right."

"Your bull shitting me!" Troy interjected. "There is no way our sweet little Sherry would do something that perverse." Turning his chair to face Dean he continued. "How could you put your wife into that kind of situation? What if someone you knew found her? What about disease, or the plague, or any other shit that she might get?"

"Your right." Dean continued. "We opened ourselves up to a world of hurt. As it turned out, we got very lucky. I knew the bar owner." Troy raised an eyebrow, in question. Dean, sensing his question answered it. "He was a friend of a friend. And that's also how I got her in and out of the men's restroom without any trouble. Anyway, the first guy to come in was an 'old fart', and he took one look at Sherry and decided to go ahead and use her."

"Well little lady." He began. "If this is how you want it then who am I to disappoint you?" And with that, he unzipped, pulled out his dick, and setting it on her lower lip, he let loose the most vial smelling piss I have ever had the misfortune to smell. She did a good job of swallowing all of it. A little bit did run down her chin and onto her chest. The old man leaned down and pinched her nipple, said "Thanks little lady." Zipped up and left the room.

"As soon as the door closed, I was out of the stall and kneeling beside Sherry. I had to know how she was doing. Her reaction wasn't what I had expected." 

The moment that I touched her, she began begging me, "Oh please Dean, I need you to fuck me right now!" She whispered desperately.

"You know that I hate to disappoint her." Dean and Troy both laughed. "So I lifted her up, to her feet, and pushed her up against the wall between two urinals and banged her right there."

"You did not?" Troy questioned with a smile.

"Yup! Sure did. It was pretty damn hot. Anyway, I could tell that she was in her 'filthy whore' mood and treated her like the slut she wanted to be. As soon as I came, I pulled my pants up and pulled her out to the car. She was dripping cum, sweaty and stunk, so I opened the trunk and pushed her in there."

Troy noticed that Dean was once again sporting an erection. Choosing to say nothing, he let Dean continue. "I knew that we were pretty close to home and that no harm would come to her in that short of a drive. When we got home, I drove into garage and then lifted her out of the trunk. I reached down and felt, she was really sopping wet."

Troy shifted in his seat; he thought that this was a pretty hot story. "It was late summer, so I took her out to the back patio and hosed her off with the garden hose. I even stuck it up her pussy and let it run for a minute. Then I stuck it in her mouth and almost drowned her." 

Troy leaned back in his chair, and closed his eyes. He could now see 'his' little Sherry as this wanton whore, craving use.

Dean continued; "Then I took her blindfold off and she begged me to 'use her' anyway that I wanted. Well, let me tell you mister, that was one long night." Pausing and leaning back on the couch, Dean grabbed his cock.

"I didn't tell you that you could play with that! Get you hand off of that dick!" Troy instructed. He really didn't care if Dean 'beat off' or not, he just liked being in control. "So did you ever go back to do it again?"

"No. Sherry wanted to, but I just didn't trust all of the variables. I didn't want her to get hurt, and the cuffs left marks on her wrists for more than a week so that and some public urination are about as far as we ever went."

"Well," Troy began, "That's pretty damn far!" Much calmer now, "So, when I pissed on her as punishment, she loved it and wanted more?"

"Yup." Dean smiled. "You really turned her on, but we both knew that you were upset and didn't want to make you any more upset."

"I've got a lot to think about." 

Dean nodded in agreement.

"I just don't like any 'water sports', I don't want to disappoint you or Sherry, but I think that the hole thing is just gross. I'm going to go lay down for an hour or so. Don't put anymore logs on the fire, just let it burn down. If you fall a sleep, then be sure you get us both up in about an hour, so that we can get home."

Troy didn't really get his nap, he lay down and tossed and turned. Thinking about his friends and the things that they enjoyed. He just didn't want to do anymore of this 'pissing' thing. In time, he might change his mind, but this was one of those things that he just didn't understand or like.

His friends said that they were happy, with the life that he was providing for them. He figured that there were some things that he just wasn't going to give them. The fire died down and finally went out. The two friends closed up the house, Dean got dressed and they returned home. 

During the drive home, Troy explained to Dean that he just didn't like "water sports", and hoped that he would understand. Dean said that he did, and that it wouldn't be a problem.

Troy was eager to hear how the 'girls' day had gone. He hoped that Joan had lightened up enough to let Sherry 'work' on her. He could see some really good benefits coming from that union.



Paying Rent Ch. 06



Arriving home, Troy and Dean unloaded the truck and put the tools away. Then entering the back door, Troy smiled to see Sherry, wiping the kitchen counter. She smiled back, and quickly padded over to Troy, on bare feet. Placing a small hand on his arm, she lifted on tiptoe, and kissed Troy's cheek. Then backing up, to let the men enter farther, she kissed Dean as he entered the kitchen.

"Where's Joan?" Troy ask. 

"She's gone to your daughters, to baby-sit, for the evening." Sherry answered, with a smile, and a wink.

Troy got an evil grin. "Well, the two of you have got some work to do."

"Yes Sir!" They said, almost in perfect unison. Then looking at each other, they continued. "Anything you wish master." Smiling back at Troy.

"Alright you two." Answered Troy sternly. "You're a little too eager." They smiled, but said nothing. "I want you both, naked and cuffed, waiting for me downstairs, in two minutes. Now move!" All three of them smiled at one another, and Dean and Sherry quickly turned and headed down stairs.

Troy took his time, he wanted to give them time to get ready, so he returned to his bedroom, removed his clothes and grabbed a robe. Then grabbed his bag of sex toys, and bondage gadgets.

Arriving in the basement, Troy found his two friends, both with collars, cuffs, and ankle restraints, in place. Both kneeling in the center of the living room, with heads bowed. "O.K. the two of you stand up, you've got work to do." Troy ordered.

As the couple stood up, Troy began giving orders. "Dean, I want you to stand right here, in front of the couch. Sherry, take this bar and fasten it between Dean's ankles." Sherry took the bar and knelt to attach Dean's feet, about two feet apart. Troy walked behind Dean, and padlocked his wrists together. Then taking his shoulders, he lowered him, forward and down, into a kneeling position, about a foot back from the couch.

Continuing toward the couch, Troy threw his bag of goodies, on the couch and then turning, he sat down directly in front of Dean, and spread his legs on ether side of him. Dean smiled up at his friend, but said nothing. Sherry stood silently, wondering if she was to play a part. 

Troy was already sporting an erection. Smiling at Sherry, he simply pointed at his dick. Sherry almost hurt herself rushing toward Troy. Kneeling on the couch, she threw one leg over Troy's wide legs. Steadying herself, with her hands on Troy's shoulders, she looked longingly into his eyes and ask, "Which of your sluts holes would you like to use, Master?"

"I want you to slide your pussy down over my pole, little one." Troy smiled, as Sherry gently slid down onto his shaft, both letting out a little moan of pleasure. Then Sherry began to slide up and down. Quickly, Troy put a hand on each of her shoulders and held her tightly down on his shaft.

"You are not to move, my little pet." Sherry smile, but said nothing in return. Troy reached into his bag of goodies, and pulled out two clips. Silently, he fastened each of her wrists to each of her ankles, as she knelt over him, on the sofa. Then turning his attention to Dean, he began his instructions.

"Dean, you will lean forward and stick your tongue up your wife's asshole. You will stick it in far enough for me to feel it flicking against my shaft. When you must pull out, to take a breath, you will lick my balls, and immediately ram you tongue back into Sherrie's asshole. Do you understand?" Troy said sternly.

Rather than answer, Dean leaned forward and plunged his tongue into his wife's asshole. Troy smiled, as he felt Dean's tongue swirling around her anal passage. Turning his attention back to Sherry, Troy again spoke. "As for you, my dear, I've done some reading, and I'm going to do a little titty torcher. It's something that I've only recently read about, and I'm curious to give it a try. While I'm trying some new things, with your tits, you will tell me everything that transpired between you and Joan today."

"Yes master." Sherry began. "I will do my very best, to please you, and tell you everything."

"Good girl." Troy said, as he grasp both of her breasts and squoze them tightly.

Sherry gasp, but answered, "Yes master, as you wish," and then she smiled.

Troy also felt Dean pushing his tongue deeper into her asshole, and swirl it around. "Damn, this feels good!" Troy thought to himself.

"After you and Dean left this morning." Sherry began. "I went upstairs, and found Joan doing her hair." Troy began to play with Sherry's left tit. Placing a hand on ether side, he would slide them up and down, twisting and turning the teat, for his personal enjoyment. "She was dressed in a tee shirt and jeans. I was naked." Sherry continued. "I ask her if I could please give her a pedicure and a massage?"

"Facing me, she looked me up and down, and kind of turned up her nose at me. It was clear that she didn't like me being nude." Sherry stopped, took a quick gasp of air, and then bit her lower lip. Troy had just pinched her nipple, with his thumb and forefinger, and twisted her nipple almost a full 360 degrees around. 

As Sherry's body tensed up, Troy could feel Deans tongue fervently working her sphincter. Troy smiled, looked into Sherry's eyes and she continued. "After some real humble begging, she finally consented to 'give it a try', and see how it went." Troy took a harsh clamp out of his bag, and tightly pinched it onto Sherry's left nipple. She sucked in some air, but continued with her story.

"She wouldn't 'get naked' with me, but did undress and put on a robe. I got the stuff that I needed, and we met back in your living room." Troy, now had some twine, and was tightly wrapping it around the base of her left tit. "I knelt on the front room floor, at her feet and began to gently rub her feet with lotion."

Dean moved back, for the first time since Sherry began to tell her story. Immediately, he lowered his head and sucked Troy's entire scrotum into his mouth. Gently, he cupped both balls, with his tongue, then, just as quickly, just as softly, he released the sack and returned his tongue, to Sherry's asshole.

"Placing cotton between her toes, I applied the nail polish. Then I slowly and softly blew on her toes, to dry the polish. All the while, I continued to rub and caress her feet." Sherry stopped, for a moment, and looked into Troy's eyes, and then down, at her breast, it was starting to turn to a darker color. Troy smiled as he lifted and dropped her breast. He enjoyed the feel, texture, and image that he was creating. 

"As I continued to rub lotion, over her feet and ankles, I could tell that she was enjoying my ministrations, and was beginning to relax." Sherry paused, and took in a silent breath, to steel her movements and steady her voice. "I moved slowly, as not to upset her. I quickly put a second coat of polish, on her toes. This time, to speed drying time, I placed my mouth over her toes, and gently breathed hot air on her feet. After doing this for a couple of minutes, I could tell that the polish was dry, so I carefully reached out with my tongue and ran it along the bottom of her toes."

While Troy listened carefully to Sherry's story, he was also enjoying her boobs'. They were not large, but were nearly twice the size of Joan's. Age had taken its toll, they sagged slightly, and the skin, though beautiful, showed signs of being slightly loose and showed some wrinkles. He cupped a breast in each hand and smiled as he rolled and compared them. One hung loose and free, as if full of soft sand or pudding. The other was much firmer, being tied tightly around the base, with twine, it was a darker shade of pink. Reaching into his bag, he retrieved a clamp, and harshly applied it to her left nipple.

Sherry took a deep breath, but continued her story. "She didn't protest, so I began to slowly suck and lick her toes. Joan allowed me to continue for a little while, during which she closed her eyes and softly moaned, more than once. Finally, she told me that, 'that was enough of that,' and pulled her foot from my mouth."

"With gentle persuasion, I was able to have her lay down on the front room floor. I then rubbed her legs. When I got close to her crotch, she pulled her robe shut and told me that that was enough. I quickly grab one of her hands and began to rub her hand and arm. Upon reaching her upper arm, I was unable to reach her shoulder, so I ask her to please pull the robe off of her shoulders."

"She sat up opened the robe and pulled it down around her waste, and then laid back down. I didn't want to have her change her mind, so I moved quickly, and knelt above her head, and rubbed her shoulders. Then I moved on to her neck. Looking down at Joan, her eyes closed, I knew that I should make a move. Adding more lotion to my hands, I began to massage and caress her breasts."

Troy again reached into his bag and retrieved a rubber band. Taking great pleasure, at her discomfort, he began to snap it against her tits. First beginning with her bound left breast, he literally covered it with little stinging, red, snap marks. If he failed to get a grimes or a gasp, he would simply flick her unbound breast, or even her free nipple.

Sherry continued, "slowly I rubbed her up and down the full length of her chest. Her nipples grew darker and firmer. I finally got bold enough to softly pull and twist on her nipples. All was going well, until I leaned forward to suck on her nipples. Even with her eyes still closed, Joan could sense what I was going to do, and she pushed my shoulders away. She told me that she would not have any of that! I apologized and ask her to please roll over."

"To my surprise, she said nothing more and I returned to her massage. I knelt at her side and rubbed her shoulders. Then I worked my way down her back and skipping her bottom, I again rubbed up and down her legs. She relaxed, and her breathing slowed, I straddled her back, and gently rubbed from her neck to her upper buttocks."

Troy began to tire of his little game, with the rubber band. Squeezing her bound left breast, he held it up and pulled on the clamp that still covered her nipple. Without warning, he grabbed the clamp, quickly pulled it off, turned it ninety degrees, and clamped it back on her sore, red nipple. Sherry gasps in pain. Troy could feel her whole body tense. He smiled; it felt good to feel her cunt tighten, on his dick. He could also feel Dean's tongue, vigorously working her bunghole.

Without comment, Sherry continued; "I then moved to her side and began to rub her legs again. This time, as I got to her upper thigh, I pulled her leg away from the other, and knelt in between her legs. Then I began to massage her hips and buttocks. I got bolder and rubbed down her butt crack. Instead of protesting, she moved her legs farther apart. I gained courage and circled her upper thigh, coming extremely close to her outer pussy lips. I could see that she was very wet."

"With a hand on each butt cheek, I leaned forward, and lightly touched her rose bud, with my tongue. I withdrew and rubbed her bottom some more. Still no response from Joan, so I again grabbed both butt cheeks and this time I took a long wide lick up and over her asshole. I couldn't breath, waiting for her response. I squoze her butt cheeks, Joan moaned, and ever so quietly said; 'do that again.' I stove my tongue into her bottom, just like Dean is doing to me now." 

"Oh God!" Sherry gasp, as Troy pulled the clip off of her left nipple. He then grabbed it, and began to pinch and pull it, while also rolling it between his fingers. Sherry's body stiffened, but she quickly got control of herself. Though still holding her body stiff, she said nothing, but bit down hard on her lower lip. Then Troy quickly began to untie the twine wrapped around the base of her left tit.

"Dean." Troy stated calmly. "Have you forgotten something?" Dean had stopped his tongue work, when Sherry cried out. Now remembering his duty, he leaned forward and again tried to stick his tongue back into Sherry's bottom. Troy could feel Dean lapping at Sherry's rear entry, and occasionally slipping down and lightly touching the shaft of his penis.

Sherry opened her mouth, and sucked in a large breath of air, but said nothing. Her breast was now free of the cursed twine, as the blood rushed from her breast the pain hit her. Troy could see the pain, in her eyes. Even deeper, he could see that she was willing to endure this or anything else, just for his pleasure. A tear rolled down her cheek, and she smiled at him. He roughly grasp her wounded boob, and rolled, and caressed it, hoping to dissipate the pain.

"Don't you have a story to finish?" He ask.

"Oh! Sorry Sir. Yes Sir, I would like to finish, if it would please you Sir?"

"Yes dear, it would please both Dean and I." Troy smiled. At the same moment, Troy could feel Dean licking from his scrotum, up and into Sherry's asshole. Damn, he could get used to this treatment. 

"Sorry Sir. It's just that it hurt so much." Sherry explained and returned to her story. "As I licked her asshole, I became more and more bold. At first I would just 'rim' her asshole, and then lick, kiss, and nibble on her bum cheeks, on ether side of her hole. I began to notice that she was moving her bottom up to meet me, every time that I would lick her bunghole. So I took courage, and plunged my tongue into her bottom. The deeper that I went the higher she raised up to meet me."

"I thought that I would try more. So, slowly, I 'rimmed' her dark hole. Then as I circled back around to the bottom, I lingered a second, then 'accidentally' dipped my tongue down and into her very wet pussy." Troy was now gently cupping her breasts, one in each hand, and was intently watching Sherry's face, as she told this story. He could also tell, by the way Dean was working, that he too was intently listening to his wife's story.

Sherry frowned, looking directly into Troy's eyes, and continued. "You would have thought that I had shot her. Immediately, she tightened up, and pushed me back, as she pushed herself up. Quickly, she stood up, grabbed her robe and ran into her bedroom." 

"I was really scared that I had gone to far, and ruined this for all of us." Sherry looked down, and choked back a sob. Then she looked back at Dean, then back around to Troy. Before continuing, she grinned and violently wiggled her ass and tits, for her men. Troy smiled and let out a snort of a laugh, Dean tried to push his tongue in deeper. Solemnly, she began again. "I just didn't know what to do. So I picked up the lotion, and folded the towel that I had brought out. Then I just knelt there on the front room floor, facing down the hall, and waited for Joan to re-emerge."

Troy grasp one of her nipples in the finger tips, of each hand, then pinched them both, at the same time while twisting them firmly, and methodically outwardly. Sherry gasp, bit her lip and looked up. Troy could feel her whole body tense, then saw tears freely roll down her cheeks. He really liked the feel of her body tensing up, tightening on his engorged dick. He pulled and twisted her nipples, for simple masochistic pleasure, ignoring her discomfort. Then Sherry's breathing slowed slightly, she looked back down into Troy's face, and smiled.

Taking a deep breath, she began again. "It was a very long time before Joan came back out. She was fully dressed and was clearly intent on leaving without a word. I had to move quickly, or we could loose everything, so I quickly crawled over to block her way out of the hall. I threw my arms around her lower legs, and began to beg her to please listen to me. I told her that I would do anything to make things right. I told her that I was so very, very sorry, for offending her." 

"I began to cry, as I told her how very much she and you had done for myself and Dean. Slowly, I released her legs and knelt before her. She moved around and sat on the coffee table, I moved to face her, but remained on my knees. I explained that Dean and I had nothing, and were going to be homeless and truly destitute."

Troy continued to gently maul Sherry's breasts. He could also feel her trying to tighten muscles around his penis. Closing his eyes, he internally made a couple of decisions. This "titty torture" was entertaining, and he would do it again from time to time, but it was not something that they would do on a regular basis. On the other hand, there was no reason to tell Dean and Sherry that he would only be doing from time to time. 

Sherry continued; "I explained that Dean had come to you, and literally begged you to help us. I told her that Dean and I had never been as happy as we have become, living here with the two of you. We have never had so much, felt so much peace and love. I told her that we would literally do anything to please the two of you. I continued to cry, and told her that I would happily fulfill any whim, any desire she might have."

Sherry leaned forward. In so doing, more of Troy's shaft was exposed. Dean quickly took the opportunity to run his tongue up and down the exposed portion of Troy's penis. This felt wonderful, Troy smiled and pushed Sherry back, into a more upright position. Dean licked Troy's scrotum, then returned his tongue back into Sherry's ass.

"Joan looked confused and a little surprised. I stopped talking and just looked into her eyes. I didn't know which direction to go. I didn't know what else to say. I was afraid to tell her about being sex slaves to you, and I didn't think that she was ready for that little bit of information. For a few moments we just looked into each other's eyes. I still had tiers running down my checks. I could feel my tears dripping onto my breasts, but I dared not move."

"Joan finally smiled, and relieved the tension, she touched my cheek and placed her hands in her lap. She told me that I had misunderstood. She was not upset with me, and she herself was confused about he own feelings, and needed to sort though them. She went on to explain that she liked her feet, and really, really liked it when I had sucked on her toes. It had turned her on, but she was not a lesbian, so she was confused."

"She thanked me for the back rub, and told me that I was very good at it. Joan smiled and told me that she wouldn't let me massage her breasts, at first, because she thought that was way to intimate, and was afraid that she might give in to the strange new feelings she was fighting. She also told me that she was very wet. (Of coarse I already knew that.) Then when I massaged her bottom she nearing lost control."

"Joan explained that she loved having you play with her butt cheeks and asshole. She told me that it was one of her 'triggers'. Then when I had touched the vulva of her pussy, she had actually climaxed. It terrified her. She didn't know what to do, or how to react. So she fled. She told me that she had gone to her room and cried. She didn't know if she was a lesbian, or a bisexual, or even if she had ruined her marriage with you."

"I smiled and looked down. Joan saw this, and ask 'What that meant?' I played dumb. I didn't know what you had told her and I didn't want to cause problems. I tried to comfort her, and explained that I still considered myself to be a heterosexual, but that I would happily perform any sexual act that she ask of me. She looked at me with surprise, but I think, a little understanding."

"She ask me if Dean felt the same way? I explained that both Dean and I would do anything to please the two of you. I tried to explain to her that there was no act, no domestic duty, no sexual act, and no humiliation that Dean and I would not happily endure for the both of you. I leaned forward and softly kissed her hands."

Troy released Sherry's tits and let them hang. He moved his hands down to her thighs. Looking at Sherry, he realized how lucky he was, what a truly great treasure his friends were to him. Troy and Sherry smiled at each other. Sherry slid up and down on Troy's dick. Placing his hands on her hips, he sternly looked into her eyes. "That's enough young lady." Sherry stopped moving.




Paying Rent Ch. 06



"Sorry Sir." Sherry said humbly. "I just really love the feel of you sliding in and out of my body."

"That's really nice baby. I love it too. But you're still telling a story, and I want to hear the end of this."

"Alright, I do need to tell you the rest."

"Well get to it woman, or I'll turn you over my knee."

"What ever you say Sir." Sherry smiled.

Troy teasingly grabbed one of Sherry's tits and gave a gentle squeeze. "Come on, out with it."

"Yes Sir!"

Troy released her breast and rested his hand back down on her thigh. He looked her in the eye and nodded.

"Joan just looked at me for a long minute. I could see the wheels turning. Finally, she ask me if I had made a similar offer to her husband, you? I couldn't breath. I just knew that I had done irreparable damage to all of our lives." 

"Dean!" Troy said sharp and stern. 

"Yes Sir?" Dean said meekly, as he pulled away from Sherry's bottom.

Troy Steadied himself, then with effort he calmed himself. "You will stop working on your wife's ass. Backup, and remain kneeling, do not make a sound!" Dean quietly scooted back. Both he and Sherry knew that Troy was upset.

"Alright." Troy began. "Let's hear the rest of this."

"Yes Sir." Sherry began nervously. "Well, I didn't know how to answer her. I just looked down at the floor. My tears began to flow a little more quickly I even began to sob. Joan knelt down beside me, and awkwardly gave me a hug. Then getting up, she started to pace. Is this why the two of you are living naked? She was talking more to herself than to me."

Sherry began to cry again. Troy's heart was softening a little. But he was still very concerned about how this would impact their lives.

"Joan continued to pace and talk to herself. She was adding two and two together. 'That's why you shave your pussy. That's why you're always cleaning and cooking. This house is in better repair that it has ever been. Dean is always doing the jobs around here that I've been after Troy to do, forever. That bastard even put up the Christmas lights without complaining.' She just kept going."

Sherry stopped talking for a moment. Looking into Troy's stern face he could easily see the tear trails down her cheeks.

"Finally, she stood right in front of me. Then taking my hands, she helped me to standup. For the first time she stood back and looked me up and down. I felt embarrassed for the first time since this whole thing started. Slowly, she smiled at me. Then I really felt nervous."

Sherry slowly started to grin, and looked up at Troy. Now Troy was really confused. He had no idea where this was going.

"Then she ask me if Dean and I were really and truly happy? I explained to her that Dean and I had never been happier. I went on to share with her that we were healthier, happier, and stronger than we had been in years. I told her about Dean's blood pressure. I told her that we were exercising regularly, that we had both lost weight, and that the sex was the best we had ever had in our lives."

"Then Joan walked into the kitchen, I started to fallow, quickly she held a hand up and stopped me. She told me to stay right there, and not to move. I froze. I could hear her getting herself a drink, and then pace back and forth. After a minute, I heard her rinse her glass and put it in the dishwasher. I didn't dare to breath."

"She came back into the living room and found me where she had left me. 'You really didn't move, did you?' She ask. I just smiled. She walked around me and then stood before me with her hands on her hips. 'You really would do anything I ask?' I told her that I most assuredly would do anything she ask of me."

"I didn't know what to do, so I just stood there waiting for her to say or do something. She folded her arms and closed her eyes. I could see her chin quiver. I was so scared. On the one hand she was still talking to me, and hadn't freaked out yet, on the other hand, there was the other hand..."

"After what seemed like an eternity she opened her eyes and dropped her arms to her sides. She explained to me that she had a lot to think about. She also explained that she was pissed at you, and needed to talk things out with you. Then she told me that she had to go baby-sit the grand kids till about ten."

"Quickly she grabbed her purse and phone. Turning back toward me, she stepped up really close to my face. She told me that while she was gone I was to run the dishwasher and cleanup the kitchen. Then without warning she cupped my left breast, with her right hand. Softly, she slid her thumb over my nipple. It hardened. Then our eyes met. She smiled, released my breast and left the house. You and Dean came home a little while later."

Silently the three of them sat motionless.

Finally, Sherry smiled and spoke. "I think that she will love our life. And we can have more fun, you know, being more open about everything."

"I hope that you're right" Troy answered tentatively. 

Sliding his hands down Sherry's hips and to her ankles, Troy unfastened the clips that held her hands to her ankles. Sherry put her hands on Troy's shoulders leaning down she kissed him.

"All right baby." Troy began. "Your not of the hook yet. Get off my dick and kneel between my knees." 

Sherry had stiffened up a little while she was bound on Troy's lap. So she wasn't moving very fast, but as she lifted herself up and off of his dick, she began to move a little freer. Then she stood up and stretched, then as quickly as she could, she knelt between Troy's spread legs.

"O.K. baby." Troy smiled. "Suck me dry, and don't spill a drop."

Sherry smiled and immediately licked up the bottom side of Troy's penis. Upon reaching the head of his knob, she opened her mouth and engulfed his tool. She worked Troy's hard dick like a professional. As she continued, occasionally looking up at Troy to see if her work was pleasing him, Troy looked over at Dean. Dean knelt quietly behind Sherry, watching his naked wife perform a truly quality blowjob.

"She doing a great job my friend." Troy informed Dean.

"I hope it pleases you sir." Dean answered faithfully.

A few moments later Troy put a hand on Sherry's hand, as it rested on his knee. Sherry responded quickly, by engulfing Troy's entire penis, down to the base. Troy could feel Sherry's throat working the head of his dick, as he ejaculated. She snaked her tongue up the bottom of his entire penis. (That's what he called it when she would slither and vibrate her tongue over the entire length of his dick.)

He could feel her throat contracting as she swallowed each spurt. Sherry looked Troy directly in the eyes, never loosing eye contact, as she plied her talents. As Troy finished ejaculating, Sherry slowly pulled back and off of his penis. As she withdrew, she carefully licked and sucked every ounce from his deflating organ.

"That was really good baby." Troy stated mater of factly.

"You are more than welcome Troy. I'm happy to please you." Sherry answered quietly.

"The two of you stand up. Oh, and Sherry undo Deans cuffs." Troy gently ordered. 

Sherry moved as quickly as she was able, but in truth it wasn't very quick, to unhook Deans ankles and unlock his hands. When she was done, the two of them stood up and put the spreader bar and locks on the couch for Troy. In the mean time, Troy was able to pick himself up, put on his robe and gather his bondage toys into the bag. Once finished gathering all the binders, twine and clips, he turned to address his friends.

"Dean." He said, looking his friend in the eye. "You will cater to any need that Sherry might have concerning her tits. I don't know what she will need, maybe just some lotion, or an ice pack. I gave them a bit of a hard time and I want them looked after." 

Dean nodded, "Yes Troy, I will be happy to do so."

"The two of you will not have sex of any kind. I do not want ether one of you to climax, in anyway, without my permission."

The couple nodded in agreement, and then took each other's hand.

"I want you to stay quiet tonight also. I don't know what will happen when Joan comes home. But I don't want to be disturbed by anything."

"There will not be any problems from us." Dean answered. "I'm sure that you two will have quite a bit to talk about. Please just say the word, if we can be of any help."

Dean stepped forward and gave Troy a hug, with a manly pat on the back. Sherry waited for Dean to back up, then she also stepped forward and gave Troy a loving hug and kiss on the cheek. 

"I really hope that things go well tonight." Sherry said softly.

"Me too." Said Troy.

Then, picking his bag off of the couch he moved over to the bottom of the stairs, stopped and turned, took one last look, at his friends, his pets, his companions, then Troy went upstairs.

The End 



Paying Rent with Her Ass



After I broke up with Sheila I decided to try being single for a while. But, once again, fate had other plans for me. I was driving when I got the call.

A woman's voice on the other end was crying, "He wants me out by noon, he threatened to hurt me. I have no place to go and I didn't know who to call. I just need a place to stay for a few days. I'll pay you back as soon as I can. Please come and get me."

"Who is this?" I asked.

"It's Christine, Sheila's friend. I've seen you at Sheila's house a few times. You gave me a ride home once, and you let me use your phone," she said, her voice sounding desperate and scared.

"Oh yeah, I remember you, short brown hair, cute face, biggish tits?"

"Yeah that's me. Can you help me? I promise I won't be any trouble, and I'll be respectful of your privacy, y'know? Please?"

"I guess I can't let you get thrown out on the street. How did you get my number?" I asked.

Oh, well, when you loaned me your phone I, I kind of memorized it. I thought you were really nice. I just thought it would be cool to talk to you sometime. I'm sorry. 

Oh don't worry about it, I'll come get you. But you know I live in a studio apartment. The bed is big so you can sleep on one side and there's a little room on the side for your clothes and stuff but that's about it." I told her.

"That's perfect! That's all I need, thank you so much! But please hurry."

She gave me her address and when I got there she was outside with her bags all ready to go. No sooner had Christine gotten in my car than her boyfriend pulled up. He saw what was happening and he jumped out of his car and started coming at me.

"WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU MOTHERFUCKER, YOU HER DADDY OR SOME SHIT?" he said. Then he tried to push past me to open my car door but I didn't move. I just stared him down. He backed off and I pulled out my cell phone and started punching numbers.

He said, "Who the fuck are you callin'?"

I put the phone to my ear and I said, "Yeah, can you send an ambulance to 23rd and Cosgrove, there's a guy lying on the street here and his face is all bloody and he's not moving, looks like his leg is broken." I looked at this fool and started describing him, "About 5'9", medium build, bald head, tattoos...Okay, thank you." Then I hung up and said, "It's up to you, man. Touch the car." Then I calmly walked around, got in the drivers side and slowly drove off.

"I don't know what you said to him, but thank you," she said. "Who were you calling?"

"His bluff," I said.

We got to my place and the first thing she did was start getting undressed. She had a smokin' little body, probably 5'6" a little skinnier than I prefer, but when she pulled her dress up over her head, I saw she had a nice meaty ass and some hips, small waist and I'd noticed her tits when I'd seen her at Sheila's one time. She was wearing a white tank top with no bra, and you could basically see everything. I didn't say a word, I just sat down at my computer and started checking my email.

That's my technique. All I do is not look at them, ignore all their subtle flirtations, and mind my own business. It drives them nuts. They start doing all kinds of stuff to get me to notice them. But I hold out as long as I can, and when they're practically standing in front of me naked saying, "What's the matter? Don't you want to fuck me?" I'll say, "mm-hmm," and it's on! 

She noticed I wasn't looking at her, and by now she was down to a G-string with her back to me.

"Listen," she said. "I don't have any money to pay you for letting me stay here. But I really appreciate what you did and I want to do something for you 'cause I think you're really nice, an' all. Y'know?"

I still wasn't looking at her. I just said, "Oh thank you, that's sweet, but it's okay don't worry about it. Just make yourself at home." I could see she was starting to get frustrated 'cause out of the corner of my eye I saw her take off her g-string and bend all the way over at the waist and look back at me to see if I was watching her completely expose her asshole and pussy between her spread ass cheeks. I was starting to get a major stiffy in my pants, but I kept looking at my email and ignoring her.

Finally the poor thing started getting a little insecure and said in a quiet, girlishly shy voice, "Gosh, I'm exposing my entire ass to you, are you ever gonna notice?" 

It was time to give in before I hurt her feelings. I turned my chair, did a double take and said, "WOW! Holy shit, I never noticed before how fucking hot you are! Jeezus baby, you're gonna drive me crazy walking around my apartment looking like that!"

She got a big smile, turned around and said, "Well ye-eah! I was wondering when you were gonna notice, mister cool pants over there, reading your email while I'm putting on a show for you." 

Then she strutted over and put her hands on my shoulders giving me a playful shove and said, "Do you think maybe I can pay my rent some other way besides with money?"

I put my hands on her slender waist and guided her ass to my lap. She sat down, took my hand and guided it to her breast. 

I said, "Gee, I don't know. What did you have in mind?"

"I don't know. What did you have in mind?" she said in her cute, little, sexy voice.

"I don't know. What did you have in mind?" I said in my cute, little, sexy voice.

Notice my technique at this critical negotiation stage of the sexual initiation ritual. If I make the first offer, to be a gentleman and appear sensitive, I have to suggest something mild and tame. But if I hold out and make her suggest something then the onus is on her to suggest something really wild and extreme. That's what we want, right?

"I don't know. What did you have in mind, mister manly-man?" she said in her cuter, littler, sexier voice.

"I don't know. What did you have in mind little miss thing?" I said in my cutest, littlest, sexiest voice.

Then she said, "How about..." (Yesssss!) "...I let you take me up the ass whenever you want to in exchange for living here in your apartment." (BINGO! Hit the jackpot!)

Now that I'd won I had a choice, either cash in my chips now and reap the rewards, OR... Go for double or nothing! All I had to do was keep my mouth shut. It was all I could do to not cave, but I went for it.

Long uncomfortable pause. A bead of sweat started forming on her brow and I knew I had her. Finally she broke and said, "And I'll let you fuck my face any time, day or night; and I'll give you a blowjob first thing in the morning to wake you up; and I'll be like your sex slave, so if we go out, I'll be naked under my coat, and no matter where we are, if you say, 'take off the coat,' I'll do it; and if you invite a friend over you can just say, 'Christine, suck this guys dick,' and I'll have to do it; and if I'm bad you can tie me up or spank me over your knee; and you can cum right in my mouth and I'll swallow every drop of it; and all you're friends can cum in my mouth too; and I'll do your laundry for you and..." 

"Christine, Christine, Christine," I interrupted, "take it easy, it's okay honey, you don't have to do my laundry."

"You're too easy," said Christine, "I was gonna offer you more but you stopped me so now that's all you get."

That's all? Lets see; I get to fuck her in the ass anytime I want; she'll give me and all my friends head anytime I ask; She'll be my slave and expose herself in public; and she likes to be tied up and spanked...What the hell else could I want?! But I played along.

I said, "Darn it I knew I should have held out for the good stuff. Oh well. I guess I'll just have to settle for what I got," I said as I stood up and undid my belt letting my trousers drop to the floor.

BOING-OING-OING! went my dick.

"GASP! Oh my God! Kurt! That's..." said Christine apparently shocked at the size of my massive member.

"I know, it's too big, right?" I sighed.

"No, that's my favorite CD!" she said looking between my legs at the CDs in my rack. "You're dick's not too big," she said tickling it with her finger "I can handle that in my sleep."

"Hey!" I said indignantly.

"Ha-ha, I'm a very sound sleeper." she said running her finger down my chest, my abdomen, and momentarily twirling my pubes before grabbing hold of my not-too-big dick. What a terrible thing to say to a guy.

"All right, now you're gonna give me first and last months rent AND a cleaning deposit." I said.

She got on her hands and knees on the bed and dropped her shoulders down so her ass was wide open with all the goodies on display. Her butt-hole was one of the most perfect I've ever seen. It had virtually no wrinkles, and it appeared to be tanned evenly with the rest of her skin. What does she do, go to the beach and spread her cheeks in the sun? I was really quite smitten by her asshole and had to squat down to inspect it up close and personal. I poked and probed it with my finger for a few minutes, nuzzled it a bit and then french kissed it passionately. I think I was falling in love with her asshole, and I told her asshole that, but it didn't respond, fortunately. Gently prodding it with the tip of my tongue, I got that euphoric feeling one gets from sticking ones tongue in certain parts of girls. I snaked my tongue in deeper and deeper and just sat there with my face nestled between her buns, and my tongue all the way up her ass, for a long time and sighed. It was one of those profoundly happy moments in life when you say, "it doethn't get any bedther than thith." Christine didn't move or say a word. Then I realized she was asleep.

"Christine? CHRISTINE?" I said, but she was comatose. She did say she was a sound sleeper. Hmm, that gave me an idea. Just then the door made a knocking sound, probably caused by someones knuckles on the other side. I got up and wrestled my pants back on. Cracking the door I peered out to see the maintenance guy. He was an 18 year old kid; his dad owned the building.

"Sorry to bother you Mr. Brusque. Can I just check the air conditioner filters? It'll only take a minute," he said.

He was wearing a Raiders cap and it reminded me of last nights game and that stupid fumble that cost them the playoffs. And the fact that I now owed three people twenty bucks each. I was so distracted I forgot about Christine and just let him in. He took five steps into the apartment; saw Christine's asshole and twat; jumped; did a double take; and then bolted for the door, running right into me. I spun him around and shoved him back in.

He looked at me and said, "Buh-buh."

I said, "Yes, butt-hole. Isn't it beautiful?"

He said, "I-I-Is that your wife sir?"

"Nah, never seen her before in my life," I said.

"Buh-buh," he said.

"Go ahead," I said "She'll never know."

"Wo-o-ow!" he said, looking like a kid on Christmas morning. He was so excited, I think it was the first time he'd ever seen a girl offering up the goodies like that.

"Where did you...What was she...How do you get them to do that?" he asked.

"Just don't act like an idiot around them," I said.

"I've never...This is like...Wo-o-ow!" he said.

I sat down at my computer and just let him finger and fondle her. I looked over a minute later and he was sitting cross-legged on the floor with his nose in Christine's twat going, "Mmmm."

"Good stuff, eh?" I said.

He pulled his nose out [Splorp], turned to me with his face all wet, and with a slightly desperate expression, said "Buh-buh." He had a tent in his pants, the tip of which he was twisting with his fingers.

I said, "There's some kleenex in the bathroom, hurry up." He sprung to his feet, ran into the bathroom and slammed the door. About thirty seconds later he came out a little sweaty, and looking very relaxed.

"Thank you sir, thank you. Have a nice day sir!" he said, and ran out the door.

"So much for the air conditioner. What a little twerp. Probably gave him the thrill of his life. Ha ha, he didn't have a clue what to do with her. Fuckin' kids, whatta they know." I said to myself. Then I sat cross-legged on the floor; stuck my nose in Christine's twat, and went, "Mmmm." About a minute later I noticed I had a tent in my pants, the tip of which I was twisting with my fingers. I sprung to my feet, ran into the bathroom and slammed the door. I came out ten seconds later and said, "Hey wait a minute!"

I grabbed the bottle of "Fuckin' Asshole®" brand anal lubricant on the counter. I bellied up to Christine's fuck-parts, slathered her backside generously and slid my dick deep into her asshole. Ooh! It felt so cozy and warm in there. I was really starting to feel good about having invited her to stay with me. It seemed like she actually enhanced the feng shui and improved the flow of chi in the space. I very slowly pulled my dick almost all the way out to feel that tight ring at the entrance go, "bloop" on the lip of the head of my dick. Then I made it go, "bloop-a-doop-a-doop," a few times.

Next I pried open her sphincter with four fingers and put a little bit more dick inside. Then let her hole snap closed around it. Aaah! I stood there and pumped and boffed and boinked and fucked that slippery little pooky hole for a good fifteen minutes. I was absolutely loving the tightness while I palmed those plump meaty cheeks. With my thumbs hooked in the crack I could practically lift her by her hind quarters.

What could be better than this, I thought. Then I remembered an old favorite: 'ream and clean!' I yanked my throbbing pecker out, dropped to my knees and shoved my tongue all the way in to the still gaping cavern, swirled my tongue around a few times then sprung back up and plunged my dick back in. I did that about a dozen times and soon I felt it was time to shoot some of my sperms into this girl. With my dick about a quarter of the way in I made short little in and outs going a little deeper every time until finally my whole body shuddered and I had the kind of orgasm that's worth write home about, (but mom wouldn't really be interested.) I left my dick inside that juicy hole till it shrunk and slipped out all by itself.

 How can it be the best time ever, every single time? That's the amazing thing about sex. I sighed and walked back over to my desk and sat down.

Suddenly Christine yawned, and said in a cute little sleepy voice, "Hi."

I said, "Hi."

She said, "Did you fuck me yet?"

I said, "No, I didn't fuck your pussy yet, honey. You were asleep and I didn't want to take advantage of a sleeping girl."

"I'm awake now," she cooed.

I looked down at my happy little dick, all soft and resting peacefully like a little angel. I gave it two flicks with my fingertips and it sprung to attention.

"Give me one second," I said and I ran into the bathroom to wash the li'l fella off.

Remember Kids: Never put your penis directly into a vagina after it's been in the rumble seat. This can cause yeast infections and nobody likes a stinky pussy. This has been a pubic service announcement.

I came back in the room and Christine gave me a classic Marylin Monroe: wink, gasp, ooooh! expression medley. Very cliché, but very cute. It inspired me to open my mouth wide and gobble her entire pussy up while she squirmed, wriggled and writhed. Then I sprung to my feet and began to jack hammer that snatch at a lively allegro tempo.

"Ooh! Ooh! Ooh! Ba- by that's rea- lly goo- oo- ood! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!" she said rhythmically. But after a few minutes she started becoming agitated, slapping the bed and shaking her head. Something was terribly wrong.

"Christine?" I said sternly, "What are you doing?"

"N-n-nothing, I swear (gasp) nothing at all!" she said.

"I hope you're not thinking of having an orgasm," I warned.

"No! Nuh-uh (Wheeze!) Oh! Shit! Shit! Shit!" she said, clearly struggling to fight something off.

"Christine why is your asshole clenching tighter and tighter," I asked.

I like to check to see when a girl is getting ready to orgasm by sticking my finger in her asshole and monitoring the sphincter tension.

"I'm sorry!" she said "I can't help it!" (Gasp!) Oh god damn it!"

"Now you know you are not allowed to cum on my dick. Why can't you just ignore the fact that I'm pounding the entire length of my rock hard shaft repeatedly into your sloppy, wet, FUCK-hole, you horny little street whore? Your wet little asshole is clenching and squeezing too tight! Don't make me shove something up there, Christine." I taunted as she tried to cover her ears.

"Oh God! Please!" She begged, "Let me come all over your big, fat, throbbing dick, you beast! I have to..."

"NO!" I shouted, "It's against the rules! Slutty little tramps off the street are not allowed to have sloppy wet orgasms all over their masters bulging engorged meat pole when paying their rent!" I commanded, thrusting harder and more forcibly than before; lifting her entire body up off the bed (practically).

"PLE-E-ASE! NNNG! NNNG! I HAVE TO!"

"I'M WARNING YOU, WENCH!"

"BUT I CAN'T HELP MYSELF!" she screamed, her butt-hole clamping down like a vice.

"Don't make me smack the daylights out of these fleshy cheeks, you groveling cum licker! Don't make me spank you in front of the whole classroom, Christine... (psst!, what's your last name?)" I whispered.

"(Huh? Conroy, why?)" she whispered.

"Don't make me lift your skirt, pull down your panties and spank your bare buns In front of the whole classroom, Christine Conroy!" I shouted.

"(Ooh, nice touch!) OH MY GOD! NO PLEASE DON'T, MISTER... MISTER...."

"(Brusque)," I whispered.

"OH NO, MR. BRUSQUE! PLE-E-EASE DON'T SPANK ME-E-E! I'M COMING!" she shrieked at the top of her lungs. Ooh! She was gonna get it now!

"BAD BITCH! [SMACK!], BAD WHORE! [SMACK!], BAD TRAMP! [SMACK!], BAD MONKEY! [SMACK!] BAD WENCH! [SMACK!] BAD SLUT! [SMACK!]"

"YAAAAA-A-AEEEENK! EENK! EENK! EENKY! Yeenky! Yeenky! (GAAASP!) Gahh! Dahh! Mahh! Uncle! Uncle! Uncle! Oh! Kurt! You fuck like an animal!"

"Ye-e-e-a-ah? Tu-u-urn a-a-ar-o-o-ound," I said, whacking off furiously. Christine turned around at the perfect moment.

[SPLOOSH!] went my dick.

"[SPLAT!]...Glaummpf!" she said catching my whole load right in the face.

Then she leapt up and shoved her cum soaked face into... the spot where my face was a second ago. I picked up a towel and grabbed her face with it.

"Icky gooey sticky dirty girl," I said, "You really should try to keep your face out of those cum puddles you cheap little crotch sniffer."

"GrrooOOOoowl!" she said, "How come you know what I like so well? Are you psychic?"

"Shut up and suck my dick, bitch," I said and then I smacked her right across the face. Not hard enough to hurt but enough to shock her a little.

"Oh, you ARE a mind reader!" she said as she gobbled my dick down.

But I was all fucked out at the moment. It was limp.

"You killed it!" I said, "You, you, penis killer!"

"Oh don't worry, it happens to guys your age sometimes."

"Yeah, go watch Barney," I said. "And by the way I've got some friends coming over tonight and we were gonna watch the game but since the Raiders are out of the playoffs, you're gonna be the entertainment."

"Really!?" she said sounding all excited, then she tried to downplay it, "Oh really?" Which not only told me she loved the idea but that she didn't want me to know she loved the idea. Some chicks are so transparent.

[later]

"DINK DONK!" said the doorbell.

"C'mon in!" I shouted and my three friends Deon, Roger and Bent walked in. His real name is Ben but he broke his dick once and it got bent, so we call him Bent.

"Dude, What's wrong with yer door-buh-buh buh-buh," said Deon, seeing Christine diddling herself furiously on the bed wearing nothing but a short camouflage muscle t-shirt.

"Kurt, you've changed!" said Roger.

"We totally support you in this Kurt. I must say it's the most successful make-a-she-otomy I've seen," said Bent.




Paying Rent with Her Ass



"Hi" said Christine, whom I'd instructed to be spread eagle on the bed, masturbating when my friends walked in.

Just then I burst out of the bathroom.

"Gentlemen, I'd like you to me my new slave," I said proudly.

"What's her name?" asked Roger.

"Dick Sucker," said Christine.

"Hi Dick, I'm Jane," said Bent.

"Buh-buh," said Deon.

"Well this is a slap in the face to me, Kurtiss," said Bent.

"Why Bentley?" I asked

"Hel-lo-o-o, c'mon Kurt," said Bent, "I've been out for almost a year now. He doesn't want anyone to know about it, but Kurt took my anal virginity."

"Oh that's so sweet," said Dick Sucker. "Kurt you didn't tell me you're bi."

"I just found out myself," I said.

"Kurt are you trying to humiliate me," said Bent, "Oh god! He always does this to me. I guess this means I don't get my birthday blow-job?"

"You got it pookie," I said,

"Aw Kurt," said Dick, "you hurt his feelings. I'm sorry Jane. Is there anything I can do?"

"Oh that's very sweet, but what can you do, Dick Sucker?" said Bent.

"Here, let me just try something, Jane," said Dick/Christine as she started undoing Bent's belt.

Suddenly there was an unexpected knock at the door!

"SHHHHHH! everybody be quiet!" I said, "It could be the police!"

"What did we do?" said Roger, "We're not breaking any laws."

"Hey yeah, they have no right to fuck with us. WHO IS IT!" I shouted.

"It's the police, open up we have you surrounded, come out with your hands up!"

"Deon, put your hands down," I said as I walked over and opened the door. It was Christine's boyfriend but he wasn't acting all weird now.

"I was just kiddin.' Hey man, look, I'm sorry about this morning. Is Christine here? I just wanna talk to her. Oh and I brought someone you know with me," said the guy. Just then Sheila poked her head in.

"Hi Kurt, how you doing baby, I miss you," said Sheila.

"I miss you too baby, c'mon in," I said. "Oh, and what's your name, dude?"

"Eddie," said Eddie.

"C'mon in Eddie," I said.

"Hi Eddie," said Dick Sucker.

"Hey Dick Sucker, I miss you baby, please don't be mad at me," said Eddie and everybody in the room was thinking: "Did Eddie just call Christine 'Dick Sucker?!'"

"Thanks for calling me Dick Sucker, Eddie," said Christine with a big smile as she began sucking Bent's bent Dick.

"Sure Dick," said Eddie. "Listen baby, I realize now that I have to accept you the way you are, and if you want to suck every dick in town, that's your business. I just don't want to lose you as a friend."

"Aw, that's really cool of you Eddie," I said.

"I know," said Eddie, "So Dick, can you suck my dick after him?"

"Then me?" I asked, "I want to make Sheila jealous."

"That's so sweet baby," said Sheila, "I'd get a kick out of watching her suck your dick; you know that turns me on, but I'll pretend I'm jealous just for you, baby. Hey Deon, would you mind if I suck your dick?"

"Buh-buh," said Deon who already had is big, black, nine-inch dick in his hand. He passed it to Sheila who popped it into her mouth.

"Hey Dick Sucker, could I get some of that too," said Roger surprising us all, "Not some of Bent's dick, some of that head you're giving him."

"Sure Roger, (slurp) I think Eddies next (glub-mmf) and then Kurt, (lick, slurp) but you can come in my mouth (mm-gulp) after them," said Dick Sucker.

"DINK ka-DOINK (sproing)" said the door bell as it met its demise.

"Now who?" I said as I got up and opened the door.

"Hi, I'm your neighbor. Could I borrow a cup of sugar? I'm making a cup of coffee," she said standing in the hallway wearing a sheer nightie that barely came below her waist, and nothing underneath it!

She was about 5'9" blond hair, blue eyes, a body that could have borrowed a cup anything it wanted, all by itself, but when you add that face, and that smile, my cup runneth over and I started drooling profusely

"Hey you guys, you gotta see this," I said showing her in to my apartment. She turned the corner, everyone saw her at once and said, "WO-O-O-OWWW!"

"Tee-hee, I'm Petra," she said and everyone in the room became slack jawed and speechless for about 30 seconds. Except for Dick Sucker who's rarely slack-jawed. Finally Petra broke the silence.

She turned to me and said, "Can I have some sugar?"

Without a moments hesitation I grabbed her by the buns, shoved my tongue in her mouth and we fell on the bed and started making out, oblivious to everyone else in the room. I was on top of her on all fours and she was underneath me with her arms and legs wrapped around me clinging and thrusting her pelvis like a three-toed sloth in heat, but WAY sexier! In the midst of my feeding frenzy I detected an aggravating impedance to my objective. It was my pants.
 I frantically struggled to remove them but didn't want to break the intense eye contact with which I maintained mind control over this sublimely concupiscent creature (or, really horny chick). Finally Eddie helped me remove my pants and no sooner had he freed my pedal extremities from the offending garment than I lodged my mucilaginous fuselage in her erogenous zone (or, slipped her the meat). She gasped and clutched on to me with the strength of a chimpanzee on steroids, but WAY cuter. Her vaginal muscles squeezed so tightly they would have severed a normal man's penis clean off. I only winced in pain and said, "Ow, not so tight!" but continued to shove what would have been miles of dick, had it been all going the same direction, deep inside what would have been light years of pussy, had she been a sexual event horizon from which no dick can escape.

In other words I fucked her real good. Then, with the precision of an Olympic Fuckathlete competing in the Fuckathlon, I pulled out nanoseconds before climax, and shot three globs of cum into the air in rapid succession. I sprung to my feet and threw up my hands in victory. I looked down at my tousled and panting neighbor and said, "Now stay fucked!"

Taking a few bows before my cheering fans, I felt someone tag my hand. I turned around to see Deon had taken over, and he had an even bigger baton than mine. The others watched in awe as Deon topped my performance assuring him the Gold Medal in the Fuckathlon. Of course, Deon was a star college athlete, about to go pro, almost half my age, plus he's black, so big fucking deal! Besides, when he turned his head around, I saw where my three globs of cum had landed. (Hee-hee, don't nobody tell him.) 

Everyone of us guys took a turn welcoming the lovely Petra, my nubile neighbor, into the community while my pseudo-slave, Christine, and my extended-ex, Sheila, fluffed enthusiastically. And as the five of us, Deon, Roger, Bent, Eddie and I sat back on the couch, exhausted, spent, and munching on stale popcorn, the girls were just getting started.

And by watching the three girls writhing around on the bed having even more fun than they did with us, we learned a few things. Like the fact that big penises are not always the best things for stimulating the G-spot.

And that cunnilingus is more of a finesse sport than a monster truck rally. And that women are intrinsically more aesthetically appealing when in a state of arousal then are their hairy ape-like counterpart. Not to mention, they smell a lot better after having sex with each other than with us.

Very educational, though that didn't stop us from all jerking off to them anyway. Suddenly, out of the blue, Deon, a genius on the basketball court, but not known for his intellectual prowess, said the stupidest thing I've ever heard him say:

"Damn, too bad the Raiders aren't playing tonight."

Eddie, Roger, Bent, and I glared at him and said, "FUCK THE RAIDERS!"

Sheila, Christine, and Petra all stopped what they were doing, and looked at us with big grins on their pussy-soaked faces, and I knew what they were thinking.

I said to my mates, "If you love someone, let her go have sex with a football team. If she comes back to you, wash her off real good, and then fuck the tight end out of her again, and again, and again, and again...