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The Landlord

By: Wolfie



I sat at my office desk staring at the manila folder in my hands. I knew what the contents were. I had just received an oral report from William, the private detective I'd hired. He'd just confirmed my worst suspicions about my wife's sluttish behavior. I thanked him and wrote out a check for his expensive services and walked him to the door.

I couldn't bring myself to look at the pictures just yet. I sat back, reflecting on when it all began.

Becky, my wife, is a nurse in a western suburban hospital. My name is Jim and I work as a graphics designer for an advertising agency in Chicago. We are a young 30's couple who were finally able to move from a starter house into the house of our dreams. It was sold to us at a greatly reduced price because the owners were getting a divorce and needed to sell it quickly. The terms of the contract, however, allowed them three months to move their things out.

Meanwhile we'd easily sold our starter home to a young couple eager to begin their lives. Therefore, we needed a place to live in the interim, but every apartment we looked at required signing a one-year's lease.

Our real estate lady said she knew of a place we might try. She said it wasn't the newest place, and it bordered the bad section of town, but the rental could be on a month-to-month basis. We talked it over and decided we could live anywhere for three months.

When we entered the rental office, a bell tinkled announcing our arrival. No one was at the secretary's desk when we entered. "Odd," I thought.

"Perhaps they are at lunch," my wife said.

"Becky, it's two o'clock. I don't think they'd be at lunch this late," I said.

Just then, a cute blond came into the room from an adjoining office. She appeared to be about 20 years old with the captivating figure of a young woman who enjoys working out. She was adjusting her skirt as she shut the door and reached up to rearrange her hairdo. Apparently, she hadn't noticed that her blouse needed to be tucked in at the back, and it was wrinkled in front. She was braless and it was evident that someone had been caressing her petite breasts.

I mentally chuckled. It was apparent why she had been out of the office. Just the thought of someone exploring her gorgeous young body and, perhaps, fucking her gave me the beginnings of an erection.

She pulled herself together and stuck her hand out.

"Hi, I'm Sandy. How may I help you?"

"We were wondering if you have an apartment we could rent for three months," I said.

She told us they had a two bedroom available, but that it wouldn't be ready for two days while they cleaned and painted. I assured her that it would fit our plans so we filled out the contract papers. When we finished with them, she smiled and mentioned that the owner likes to meet all new clients. She walked us to the office door from where she'd entered and knocked. A deep voice said, "Come in."

As we entered, the man behind the desk stood up. Sandy explained the situation and introduced us. His handshake was firm and his gaze penetrating. I was somewhat shocked. I recognized the owner. His name was Maurice Jones. He was approximately our age, tall, handsome and athletic looking. Maurice was one of the most successful black entrepreneurs in our city, and had recently been featured in the Chicago Tribune as one of the city's most eligible bachelors. He was enormously wealthy after having heavily invested in real estate on the near south side which had later become fashionable for upwardly mobile whites. 

After a bit of small talk, he asked if we'd like to see our apartment.

"That won't be necessary," I said.

But Becky spoke up, "Yes, I'd love to see the apartment. Could we please see it?"

He briefly stared into her eyes; it seemed like an electrical spark arced between them.

"Not only can you see the apartment, Mrs. Wolf, I'll show it to you myself. I need to stop by my apartment, anyway, to pick up something."

I was surprised. "Do you live in the building, too?" I asked.

"For the time being," he said. "My house is being remodeled and I'm allergic to all the dust and I hate all the noise."

He insisted that we allow him to drive us. He had a beautifully restored green Jaguar XK-J with expensive leather seats and wood dash paneling. After evaluating seating arrangements, I told Becky to sit in front. From the back seat, I took appraisal of my wife seeing her with fresh eyes.

She complemented the car so well. She had long, curly red hair, natural eye brows, long lashes and beautiful facial features. A tall woman, she was wearing black high heels which enhanced her long legs. She wore a black mini-skirt and a tight-fitting white blouse which highlighted her narrow waist and revealed her full breasts. Childless, her figure was still voluptuous. Several times, I noticed Maurice looking at my wife's crossed limbs.

I felt removed, like I was viewing the scene through the lens of a camera. They truly made an attractive couple. Their eyes danced; their conversation sparkled; and their gestures were animated. Becky obviously was charmed. Her laughter punctuated his comments.

After viewing the apartment and visiting for awhile, Maurice picked up a briefcase from his apartment and brought us back to our car. We shook hands and thanked him for the personal service. 

"You'll have to come to my place one night for dinner after you get settled in," he said.

We gratefully accepted and returned home to sort our things, some temporarily to go into storage.

We saw little of Maurice the first few weeks. He was very busy and our time seemed to be occupied with many activities as well. We loved the apartment, except for the fact that it was directly below Maurice's. Frequently, we were kept awake with the banging of the headboard and the squeaking of his bed. Screams of passionate delight penetrated through the floor. My wife had never before sought sex so frequently, for which I was extremely grateful to him.

When summertime rolled around, Maurice was more frequently around. The apartment had a beautiful swimming pool which he often used. We noticed that as many as two or three times a day on weekends, he would leave the pool area in the company of a young woman—many of them were female tenants.

One day after he entered his apartment with a particularly gorgeous blond, Becky said she needed to go back for some suntan lotion. She was gone for quite awhile and I had to take a pee, so I returned to our apartment. When I entered, I heard the antics above me going full blast. As I walked back toward the bathroom, I heard moaning sounds from our bedroom. When I looked in, I saw my wife with her hand inside her swim trunks furiously masturbating. It became obvious to me that she was fantasizing about Maurice.

I stepped in and crawled on the bed toward her. She quickly pulled her hand away. I told her how exciting it was for me to watch her. I tugged at her swim trunks, and she held on to them.

"Please," I said.

"Kiss me," she said.

I frantically kissed her full lips and groped her large breasts.

"Oh, God! Please eat my pussy. Lick my clit. Suck my juices," she implored.

Her clit was extremely enlarged, her labia folds were swollen and her pussy was the wettest it'd been in a long time. The musky smell of her pussy heightened my arousal creating an erection that felt like it would burst. I entered her wet pussy and listened to the cacophony from above likening the rocking of the bedsprings to the rhythm of a drum.

I began matching Maurice stroke for stroke. Becky's eyes were tightly closed, her breathing rapid and irregular. Her hips bucked in sync with my thrusts. As we heard the strokes above us gain in rapidity, so did ours. My penis went deep, withdrew, and began the onslaught of her pussy anew. Her juices were literally flying out covering my balls and spreading to her hips, down her ass.

We were so in tune with him that when he climaxed, so did we. I buried my cock deep and squirted my copious sperm into her enlarged canal again and again. I held it in tightly while frantically kissing her, gasping for air. Our faces were so enmeshed that it hurt. The passion was so intense we couldn't get enough of each other.

Slowly, we came down. I kissed her once again tenderly, lovingly, kissing her neck, down to her breasts soaked in our sweat. I continued down, down, down to explore the jungle of her bright red bush. Softly, I kissed her clit, sucked one, then the other labia fold into my mouth. The smell of our commingled juices was strikingly intense. I moved her legs apart, and back. I put my face full in the middle of her gaping hole which now had copious amounts of cum dripping down. I stuck my tongue in and lapped the juices into my mouth.

I went back to her sweet mouth. "Kiss me, share our cum with me," she pleaded.

We kissed, fervently passing the cum between us. Finally, she passionately kissed me, and then swallowed it all.

I kissed down the length of her torso to again capture some of the sweet nectar for myself. I licked and sucked, swallowing it as if I were possessed. My face was so wet! We kissed again, and then laid together, holding each other gently in our arms. 

Something deeper than having intercourse had just transpired. I felt a need to understand, to clarify it—but, at the same time, I feared the discovery of what it was.

II.

That evening, there was a knock on the door. I answered the door and discovered it was Maurice who had stopped by to invite us to a dinner party he was having the next weekend. We agreed to come.

Becky bought a sensational new outfit for the occasion and bought me some expensive casual clothes to wear. During the evening, I had the same out-of-body experience I'd had the first day we'd been in his car as I watched the interaction between them and observed their chemistry.

It wasn't insulting to me to watch their behavior, for the sexual tension was unintentional—and it was so natural that I'm sure if I'd mentioned it to either of them, they would have been surprised I would even think it.

About a month after this evening, I was sent to San Francisco for a week-long graphics workshop. At the end of the week, I decided to come early as the content was old-hat to me.

When I arrived at O'Hare, I decided to take the train into the city and catch a cab from Union Station to our apartment. Well, you know what I found when I went home. I opened the door thinking Becky was at work. I put my stuff down and walked back to our bedroom to get undressed for a shower when I heard the bed squeaking and my wife moaning. I quickly took a look and saw his black body pummeling her while she lay on her back frenetically bucking her hips with her legs wrapped tightly around his back. I didn't want to them to see me just yet. I needed to think.

In a short while, his strokes quickened and she began to wail. "Oh, God. Oh, God. I'm coming. Don't stop. Faster. Faster. Oh, yes. Pound me with that big cock. Yes, Yes, Ohhhhhhhhh. Oh, God. Oh, God!" His pace was rocking the bed against the wall so hard I thought it would crack the drywall. Soon, it was over. I heard them kissing and Becky laughed.

"God. That was good. You are so amazing. No one has ever fucked me like that."

"Thanks, baby. You're an amazing fuck yourself. Would you like some water?"

I heard him get off the bed at which time I chose to enter the room. It all seemed like a movie in slow motion. He was standing by the side of the bed facing me. His enormous dick was still half hard, partially hanging, with their cum glistening on the black skin--drops of his cum still dripped from the tip. Her profuse white cum was all over his dick, balls and his thighs. I looked into the middle of her wet red pubic hair at the cavernous hole. It was wide open--split open--I should say, and his cum was dripping from her, down her crack onto my sheets. We just stood there transfixed for a moment. I was the first to speak.

"Damn. I've just been cuckolded," I said as I walked out.

"Wait," Becky said. "We didn't mean to hurt you. Come back and talk to us."

She grabbed my arm and said, "Please." So I went back.

"Do you mind putting something on?" I asked. 

I surreptitiously glanced again at his amazing dick with frank admiration. I considered Becky to be one lucky woman to have been fucked by that thing. Little did I know then that she'd been getting hammered every night while I was gone.

"We didn't want you to find out this way," Becky said. "We have become lovers and felt you should know. We were wondering if you could accept our relationship. I still want to be your wife and I would still make love to you whenever you want. Also, you should know that Maurice wants a child and I have agreed to help. Because of his money, he is afraid to get married, but he does want the experience of fatherhood. He is willing to sign an agreement to handsomely care for it and us throughout our lives. However, if you disapprove, I won't do it. I love you."

Bitterly, I said, "It looks like you're having quite a bit of fun in the midst of all your altruism."

This comment broke the ice. Becky snorted her laughter, and then Maurice and I started giggling. We then began to laugh so hard we got tears in our eyes.

"Could I occasionally watch? Perhaps participate?"

"We'll have to think about that," Maurice said.

Becky wondered if I could stand to see her physically with another man. I said if it wouldn't bother her that it wouldn't bother me, so it was agreed.

III.

Another trip out of town took me away for two weeks. Near the end of that time, I was getting very horny so I hooked up my laptop to surf the net. A popup ad for an all interracial site appeared as I tried to leave one girl's site. Since we were so heavily involved in an interracial situation ourselves, I decided to take a look.

One particular preview showed a woman who was a dead ringer for my wife. She was sucking a large black dick while getting a facial from a second black man. I signed up for the site and entered. To my utter amazement, it WAS Becky. What the hell? When does she have the time to do this? I wondered. Why is she doing this?

I was completely taken aback. In none of the scenes was the man wearing a condom. We had agreed to allow Maurice to father a child, but what about this? Whose child will it be? What if the child's DNA isn't his—would the child be supported by him? What about venereal diseases?

I completely watched every movie and looked at every picture on her site. There were girl-girl scenes, double penetration, blowjobs and anal. The most exciting were the mpegs showing one man after another jacking off into her mouth and on her face. She took each cock in her mouth and sucked the cum completely out. Her beautiful face was covered with cum and it was matted in her beautiful red hair.

"This has gotten out of hand," I thought. I began to seek online references for a detective agency, which is when I hired William.

IV.

I twirled around in my chair and looked out my office window. It was a beautiful spring day. I thought about the landscaping that needed to be done at our new home. Becky has a real talent for decorating and landscaping. Our home was becoming beautiful. Through Maurice's assistance with investments and the money he provides, I have become financially independent. I thought about what needed to be done about Becky.

I opened the manila envelope and began to study the contents. They consisted of conversations and tapes from phone taps; pictures from being followed; names and addresses; and transcribed computer keystrokes captured with spy software.

I was relieved. They revealed that it was not Maurice who turned her on to this double life, but Becky herself. For some reason, she had changed. I needed to find out what the reasons were.

I picked up the phone to call William again and discussed with him my plan to kidnap Becky, take her to a private mental facility. This hospital, deep in the woods, isn't concerned about commitment laws if the right amount of money is paid. It is staffed by renowned experts moonlighting for the lucrative payments they receive.

Becky was in this hospital for nine months obtaining treatment for manic depressive disease. The doctors assured me if she continued to take her lithium, she would be herself once again. I also had the doctors take care of the pregnancy problem as well. I didn't need a black child in the mix to cause further problems for her.

We are now settled in our lovely home. Becky is well adjusted and she is still a sexual fireball; but she only makes love to me. For a number of weeks, late at night, black men would come to our house and ring the doorbell. I forbade her to open the door. Slowly, the drop-ins and the phone calls ceased. I also closed down Becky's site and kept the files on a series of cd-roms in my safe. Yes, I occasionally watch them. They are such a turn on for me.

We now have our own lovely twins which keeps Becky busy. And Maurice? He has the child that he always wanted. He married Sandy, his cute little blond secretary after she became pregnant. He has done the honorable thing and Sandy is a wonderful wife for him. We stood up for them at their wedding; however, we seldom socialize with them anymore due to our restricted schedules. Otherwise, we are all very happy. Life is good.

The Landlord



Jessica and I were juniors in college when we got our place together. She was 19, I was 20, and we'd been together since high school. We were both country bumpkins from rural Iowa in the big city, and our naïve and trusting childhoods led us down the road from which there seems to be no return. But I get ahead of myself.

Jess was a knockout by a country mile. She was five feet five and weighed 120 pounds of perfectly toned, muscular female hotness. She didn't have big boobs -- she was maybe 33a -- but that didn't matter at all to me, and she had the tightest ass I'd ever seen, huge blue eyes, and honey blonde hair framing an adorable face. We loved each other passionately and were as excited about the apartment as a couple of newlyweds on their honeymoon, which in a way, we were.

The place was nothing to look at -- a one bedroom walk-up with a small kitchen/dining area, a living room, and a small bathroom, but it was ours, and we spent days trying to fix it up as best we could on the limited budget we had (which was to say next to nothing). There were a total of eight apartments in the shabby old building, one of which was Jethro's. Our six neighbors were all young college couples our own age. The neighborhood was nothing much to look at either -- what you might call just this side of the wrong side of the tracks, but it was close to campus and it was all we could afford.

Our landlord, Jethro Lincoln, was gruff, seedy-looking and surly, though polite enough when he talked to Jessica. I couldn't help noticing that whenever he stopped by to talk to "us" he actually talked to me and let his eyes run up and down Jessica's figure. Made no effort to hide it, either, and smirked at me the first time it was obvious I'd seen him leering. Jethro was maybe 65 and nothing much to look at, though he had ropy, sinewy muscles in his arms and little or no fat that I could see anywhere else.

We'd scraped together the deposit and first month's rent, which was all we could afford. When Jethro had demanded a security fee equal to another two month's rent, we told him we didn't have it. "Tell you what," he said, "you can pay me an extra week's rent each month until you've caught up with the security fee. Fair enough?"

We'd thanked him and signed the lease. "Now I want to be real clear on this," he'd said as he was closing the books. "That extra fee is just like rent. If you're late, you're out of here and the deposit is forfeited. Says so in the lease you just signed. Understand?"

We were so glad to have the place that we'd signed without reading the lease, but we figured we'd just have to make the extra payments for about eight months and then we'd be caught up. We spent the next couple of weeks settling into a routine of going to classes, studying in the library, and spending evenings at home. The lease and its extra payment requirement were forgotten. As it turned out, we were wrong, terribly wrong. 

Time slipped by quickly, and Jess had taken to flirting with our gruff landlord whenever he was around. Nothing too inviting, mind you. She'd wear a short skirt or a pair of short shorts and a tight top with no bra, then bat her eyes at Jethro like he was George Clooney. He took in the show with his eyes, but there was a hunger and meanness in them that I plain didn't like, and said so to Jess.

"Oh, for Pete's sake, David, he's just a horny old goat who's enjoying the attention. It's harmless," she said, laughing off my concern.

Harmless enough, until the rent came due and we realized we were short the extra payment. I took the rent check down to Jethro's apartment on the first floor and handed it to him. He looked at it, scowled, and said "You're short."

I stammered my apologies and told him we'd have it in the next week or two, but he shook his head. You signed the lease. You agreed to the terms, and you and that sweet little girl of yours are out of here tomorrow.

"But it's winter and we've got no place to go," I protested.

"Tough," he said. "Deal's a deal."

Desperate, I asked, "Isn't there something we can work out? There has to be something you want."

He looked at me like a wolf sizing up its lunch. "I'll talk to your girlfriend and maybe we can work something out. Send her down here."

I opened my mouth but thought better of it, and went back upstairs and gave Jess the news. "We better start packing," I said.

Jess put her hand on my shoulder. "Just a minute, sweetie. Let's talk this through. We've got absolutely nowhere to go and exams start next week. If we're out on the street we'll both flunk out. Let me go talk to him and see if I can get him to be reasonable." 

I shook my head. "I don't like the way he leers at you and I don't want you going down there alone."

She smiled. "What harm can it do to see what he wants. At his age, I bet he's just lonely and wants to talk to a pretty young girl. I'll be just fine." With that, she kissed me on the cheek and sashayed out the door.

I regretted it the moment she closed the door. I figured she'd be gone for a few minutes, no more, but ten minutes passed, then twenty, then thirty. At forty minutes I was about to go down and pound on Jethro's door, but before I could get out of my chair, the knob turned and Jess walked back in. She walked over and kissed me.

"It's fine. We can stay," she said. "I'm going to take a shower," and she went into the bathroom, humming a tune to herself softly.

And it was fine. We stayed, without further threats from our landlord. Jess seemed to like the guy well enough, and more than once I came home to find her leaving his apartment, a smile on her face. She always seemed delighted enough to see me, so I thought nothing of it. A month later, it was rent day, and Jess wrote out the check to take it down to Jethro. I looked at the amount she'd written it for, and told her she'd forgotten to include the extra payment.

She smiled. "We don't have to worry about that anymore, sweetie. I worked out an arrangement with Jethro and he isn't going to bother us about it," she said. Once again she was gone for about an hour, but just as I was getting worried about it, she came in, smiled at me and headed to the bathroom for a shower.

So it went the next month too. I stopped worrying about the security payment. Jethro never bothered us, and if I occasionally came upon Jess leaving his apartment, it didn't seem to be such a big deal.

Jess and I had gotten to know our next door neighbors, Tom and Maya, pretty well. They were married graduate students, both 23. Maya was Chinese, about 5 feet 6 inches tall, with long dark hair and a lovely figure. They seemed happy together, but on a couple of occasions I'd walked into the building as Maya was leaving our landlord's apartment, much like Jess. Only Maya had looked startled each time and acted a little strange, but I thought nothing of it at the time.

One evening, Tom and I were hanging out at our place, sucking down a few beers. I mentioned in passing that I was a little concerned about Jess flirting with Jethro. "I know it sounds stupid, but he looks at her like a wolf looks at a lamb," I'd said.

Tom grinned ruefully. "Not stupid at all," he said. "You're absolutely right to be concerned."

I gave him a skeptical look. "Come on, Tom, what harm can the old goat do? He must be pushing 65."

Tom sighed. "All right, I'll tell you, but you most likely won't believe me." He paused, took a deep breath, and told me his tale. "Jethro may be 65 and not much to look at, but I can guaran-damn-tee you he's dipped his wick in every one of the women in the building."

I burst out laughing. "Bullshit," I said.

"So you think, but you're wrong," Tom replied, evenly. "Truth is he's been fucking Maya for a year-and-a-half. Started a month after we moved in here and he's had her steadily ever since."

"Come on," I said. "Maya's gorgeous and she's obviously nuts about you. Why the hell would she even look at Jethro twice?"

"It's not how he looks, but what's he packing," Tom said. "He's got the biggest, thickest, hardest dick you can imagine, and he fucks like a porn star. Maya's a total slut for him -- does anything he wants and the nastier the better. She flat out worships his cock. I don't know how he does it, but he just seems to mesmerize the women who live here. They all fuck him like they're his harem."

I didn't believe what I was hearing. "I'm sorry for you if Maya puts out for him," I said, "but Jess never would. She's not like that."

Tom looked at me pityingly. "You really don't know, do you?" he said. "Hate to burst your bubble, but Jess is no different from the other five women who live here. Maya 'introduced' her to Jethro a week after you two moved in. Jess is already hooked on his monster cock. She just hasn't had the heart to break it to you yet."

"What the hell do you mean?" I said.

Tom sighed. "Look, don't you think it's a bit strange that the only tenants here are college couples, and that every one of the women is drop dead gorgeous?"

I shook my head. The building's just convenient to campus, that's all."

"Don't be a fool," Tom said. Jethro's really selective about who lives here. He makes sure it's always young couples, married or not. That way he gets all the young pussy he wants, and believe me the old guy's got a big appetite. Plus he has some friends he lets share in the spoils." He shook his head. "Every single one of the men who live here is a cuckold, yourself included."

I refused to believe what I was hearing. "How the hell can you stay here knowing that nasty old bastard is fucking Maya?"

"I couldn't leave if I wanted to. Maya's addicted to his cock. Besides, it's not so bad. I get to watch him fuck the hell out of her. It's the hottest thing I've ever seen," he said.

I sputtered in anger. "Even if Jess fucked him, it was only because of the security deposit. I can live with that, but I don't like it one damn bit."

Tom laughed. "The security deposit? Jethro isn't fucking Jess just once a month for the security deposit. More like three times a week."

"How often does he fuck Maya?" I asked.

"Whenever he wants," Tom replied. "Between him and his friends, she probably gets bull fucked four or five times a week."

He thanked me for the beer and left me to stew in my own thoughts. I was still sitting there when Jess came home, kissed me, and sat in my lap.

"What's up, baby?" she asked. "You look like you've got a world of trouble on your mind.

I told her what Tom had told me about Maya and the other women in the building. I didn't mention Jess. I was hoping it was all complete bullshit. She listened attentively.

"So what do you make of it, sweetie?" she asked me after I had finished.

I looked her right in the eyes. "I don't believe it," I said. "Maybe Maya fucks other guys because Tom's some sort of wimp, but I just can't believe the other women who live here do the same thing."

"Tom's no wimp, babe," Jess said. "He's all man and he's hung pretty big -- bigger than you -- but he's not even close to Jethro. He's 12 inches long and beer can thick."

"How would you know?" I asked, my mouth dry as cotton.

"Because, sweetie, I measured him myself," Jess replied.

I sat, unable to say a word. Jess giggled and kissed me. "Come on, babe," she said, "why do you think I was gone so long when I went to 'talk' to Jethro about the rent check? And just what kind of arrangement did you think I made with him?"

I could only shake my head.

"Baby, he's been using my pussy a couple of times a week since the second week we lived here," she sighed, and kissed me again. "I know Jethro's not much to look at, but when it comes to fucking, he's in a class all by himself. He is -- by a light-year -- the most incredible bed partner I've ever had, and probably ever will. Not only does he have the biggest, thickest, hardest, hottest dick I've ever seen, but he knows how to use what he's got better than any man I've had." She pouted. "Including you sweetie, but don't feel bad, every other woman living in this building says exactly the same thing."

I shook my head again in complete disbelief. Was this my Jess talking?

Jess laughed. "Sweetie, I love you. Don't ever doubt that. I don't want romance from anyone else. This isn't about that, but I hope you can find it inside yourself to accept the situation, 'cause I sure don't intend to stop fucking Jethro and his amazing monster cock." She giggled. "Oh, and some of his friends, too, baby."

She looked at me intently. "It's called cuckolding. We're a couple, but Jethro's our bull, and he fucks my pussy whenever he wants."

"What about me?" I asked.

"You get to fuck me when he's finished," she said. "I bet you'll like it with me all stretched out and full of his jism. Jethro cums a lot -- he really floods my pussy. Or you can lick my used pussy clean. Maya and Tom do that a lot. Maya says Tom can fuck me too, if we want. He's got a 9 inch cock, and he cucks some of the other cuckolds in the building. He's not that much bigger than you, so maybe you could do that with some of the other wives and girlfriends, too."

My head was still reeling. This was my little country girlfriend? What had happened to her? "I need some time to think about it," I said.

Jess pouted a bit. "I was hoping you would watch me cuck you with Jethro this afternoon," she said. "If you're willing, I'll go downstairs now and get started. You come on down in fifteen minutes, okay, sweetie?" she said, and before I could answer she climbed out of my lap, kissed me, and walked out the door.

I didn't know what to do. I grabbed a beer and sucked it down in 2 minutes, then drank another. I paced the floor like a caged animal. I grabbed a third, then a fourth beer as the minutes ticked by. After 15 minutes, and by now a bit drunk, I left the apartment, went downstairs, and tried the doorknob to Jethro's apartment. It opened, and I walked in. I heard noises from the bedroom and walked in.

Jethro was lying on his bed, with his muscular legs planted on the floor. He was stark naked. Jess was as naked as he was, squatting facing the door as she lowered her bare pussy onto the biggest cock I had ever seen. I'd guess that she had managed to force about half of into herself, and there must have been a good five or six inches still outside her. The thing was as thick around as a soda can and it made her pussy lips stretch obscenely as the love of my life pushed down, grunting as she worked another inch inside her.

The worst part was that she was looking me straight in the eyes while she struggled with Jethro's monster cock. Brazen. Not a scintilla of embarrassment or regret. Just a look of intense concentration and, yes, lust as she slowly pushed down impaling herself inch by inch, until the huge thing was completely embedded in her distended pussy.

"Your little slut said you'd be coming down to watch," Jethro said. "We thought we'd give you a look-see when you opened the door. Now come in and sit down."

I did as I was told.

Jethro laughed. "That's right, sit on down like a good boy and watch your hot little missy take a real man's cock, just like all the other ones who live here do too. They fuck me whenever they want, and they want it all the time, isn't that right little missy?" he said, and Jess nodded. "Don't feel bad, the men like being whatchamacallits too."

"Cuckolds," Jess chimed in. "And you'll love it too, sweetheart." 

And then she started sliding herself up and down on Jethro, grunting each time he bottomed out deep inside her. It was horrifying. It was mesmerizing. And it was incredibly, obscenely hot. Here I was, betrayed by the woman I knew I would marry, watching her shamelessly fucking like a whore in heat, taking every inch of the monster cock impaling her, and I was aroused beyond all reason. I should have stormed out. Instead, I stayed put, knowing it could never be the way it was between Jess and me, and watched her getting the fucking of her life.

It didn't take very long before I could see the telltale signs of an orgasm approaching. Her eyes got glassy and her breath came in gasps and I could see her start to shudder and shake. Jethro kept right on pumping into her, holding her up by cupping her buttocks and fucking her up and down on his big cock. Jess didn't seem to mind a bit and began moaning softly.

"God, baby, he's so fucking big and so fucking good," she groaned. "My pussy is soooo stretched out."

Jethro laughed. "Doesn't take too long to ruin 'em for their husbands and boyfriends. Give her a couple more weeks and she won't feel you anymore."

Jess gasped. "Oh my lord, I'm cumming again," she said. "Fuck my pussy with that big cock of yours, Jethro, you own it now." And she came hard on him a second time, while he leered at me. By now he was sliding her up and down on his huge cock without any apparent problem. Jess's pussy was so wet it was dripping down her thighs as she moaned and groaned and gasped while he fucked her like a rag doll.

He kept it up for nearly 30 minutes, fucking my beautiful girlfriend like she was his own personal fuck toy. Which, clearly, she had become. By the end, Jess's eyes were rolled back in her head, and she was almost limp in his hands. She came four times, soaking the bedspread underneath Jethro's thighs with her juices. Suddenly, Jethro started grunting like a wild board.

"Gonna fill your little slut with cum," he said, and he proceeded to do just that while Jess wailed in ecstasy as his semen poured up into her womb. When he was finally finished, he lifted her off his still-tumescent cock and told me to take her back to our apartment. I picked her up, covered her with her clothes as best I could, and carried her back up the stairs. Fortunately, no one met us on the way.

When I got her back to our place, I gently laid her down on the bed and got her a glass of water and a damp washcloth I used to wipe her face. The water seemed to refresh her, and she started pulling at my clothes. 

"Get naked, baby," she said, and I did as I was told and lay down next to her.

My cock was painfully hard, and Jess reached down and stroked it, rubbing her thumb over the glans until precum fluid had leaked out all over it. I knew I wouldn't last long, so I got between her legs and started to position myself to mount her.

"Not yet, baby," she said, spreading her legs and pushing my head down towards her pussy. "Maya says Tom loves sucking her pussy when it's full of Jethro's cum load, and I want you to give it a try, too."

I hesitated, but, wanting to please her, leaned forward and brought my mouth down on her. She sighed contentedly as I started to lick her slippery slit, running my tongue up and over her clit. As I worked, she put one hand on the back of my head and pressed my mouth to her pussy, grinding herself onto me. The semen deeper in her pussy ran out slowly and onto my tongue, salty and thick. I took a mouthful and slid up so that I was even with her head, then kissed her full on the lips. Her mouth opened eagerly and our tongues danced as I swapped the cum into her and she moaned. 

As we kissed, she reached down and inserted me into her gaping pussy, pushing my buttocks toward her with her heels. I slid into her sloppy wetness without resistance. She was so open I went in all the way, realizing I could barely feel her vaginal walls. As if sensing what I was thinking, she whispered into my ear. "I can't feel your cock, baby. Jethro's stretched out my pussy so much you're not big enough for me anymore."

It was too much for me to take, and with a deep groan, I let myself go, shooting jet after jet of my own hot cum into her gaping cunt. She rocked me between her legs as I came inside her until, finally spent, I rolled gently off her. We lay like that until we fell asleep. As I drifted off, I realized we were going to be just fine. 



The Landlord



Bang. Bang. Bang.

She stared at the door. He always knocked the same mechanical way, always did his rounds in the same efficient but thoughtless pattern: first floor, second floor, third floor, zigzagging back and forth across each hall. 

She looked down at the meager pile of money on the stained card table. She had been practicing the story. It hadn't been hard. It was true after all. 

There had been panicky moments in the past, of course, as each month drew to its inevitable close, but something had always popped up, she'd always found an extra shift or some piece work on the side. Her mama had called it the grace of the angels and had crossed herself each time she used the phrase. Nikki had spent most of her adolescence rolling her eyes at her mama's tearful invocations of the Almighty. She'd had no time for her mama's forlorn Jesus, but Nikki had nonetheless caught herself murmuring the words more than once recently. 

She wouldn't be thanking them this month. However they were supposed to be protecting her, they surely had been asleep at the wheel. After the tailpipe had finally succumbed to the slow creep of rust, she knew it was going to be tight, but Valeria's tumble had sealed it. Three stitches to close up her chin and the clinic only took cash, the cash that was quite noticeably missing from her kitchen table.

Bang.

"Hello, Nikki? It's Jimmy. Are you home?" His voice was even and not unfriendly.

She got up and walked to the door. Pausing to check herself in the mirror, she gave a practiced smile. It didn't echo in her eyes. She sighed. She certainly wasn't that glittery adolescent any more, with a spangly phone cover and dazzling lettering across her chest to match. Sure, she could still squeeze into her high school jeans, but when she did so, it was out of necessity rather than joy. She hadn't bought herself anything new in over a year, and while Carla was always generous about passing along pieces left in one of the dryers, especially girl's stuff for Valeria, it was hard to feel special wrapped in something a stranger couldn't even bother to remember. 

She opened the door slowly. 

"Hi Jimmy." 

"Hey, Nikki." He gave her a warm smile. He always did. He was tall, blonde, dressed in a blue blazer and button-down shirt, like a prep school kid who got off at the wrong bus stop. She usually felt a little of tinge of young, dreamy excitement at his smile, a little of that old sense of possibilities and horizons and impossible dreams. That blazer had been places she'd never go. Seeing Jimmy was the closest thing her little tenement life had to a brush with celebrity. He owned the building, along with two around the block. He had inherited them from his father, along with his father's habit of collecting the rent personally from each and every tenant. Known by everyone in the neighborhood, he sponsored the rec basketball team and held an annual Christmas party for his real estate brethren at Bracci's. The following day the neighborhood teemed with whispered stories from the wait staff about the night's scandals.

"Can I come in?"

She opened the door and let him in. He brushed by her, squeezed together in her narrow hallway, his chest touching hers. The fleeting touch would have ordinarily given her goosebumps, but there was no sense of excitement today. Instead, she was filled with a quiet dread. She had never been short on the rent before, and while Jimmy was apparently a swell guy who would buy the basketball team pizza after every game, he was by all accounts from the neighborhood whispers, an absolute stickler for the rent. 

He walked into the kitchen, all of three steps, and stood rather awkwardly there, as he always did. Nikki made a special point of scrubbing the kitchen the day before rent was due. Her kitchen was tiny, but it was hers, and she certainly was not going to give her mama, God rest her soul, the satisfaction of seeing Jimmy the neighborhood big man grimace at a greasy stove.

"How have you been, Nikki? How's Valeria? I ran into Carla yesterday, and she said Valeria had some kind of accident?"

Nikki looked at him. She was relieved that he already knew about the injury. It should make her story that much more believable. She was also puzzled. She had watched him enough in the neighborhood to know that he didn't ask after every tenant's kids, and yet every time he came in here, he asked about her and Valeria. It was crazy, and it was sweet, and part of her desperately wanted to see something there, but she was a girl at a laundromat with a kid and he was, well, Jimmy, and that was as far as she ever let that silly fantasy go.

"Yeah, she did. She fell off a dryer while singing that song from Frozen. She was hopping from one machine to the other, and she tripped and hit her chin on the way down. We spent the afternoon at the clinic getting stitches, but she's fine. She was actually excited this morning to show off her Elsa bandaid to her classmates."

"Well, that's good to hear, Nikki. I was genuinely worried."

Nikki smiled. Not a single person on her floor had stopped to check in on Valeria, and yet here was Jimmy, worried about her daughter. A bubble of possibility floated up. She waited for him to say something else, anything else, but he simply looked at her expectantly. The bubble popped. Of course, this was just another business transaction along his busy, shabby route. 

She picked up the money from the table. She turned to him and put it in his hands, her well-rehearsed words spilling forth.

"Jimmy, I love living here, but I have had a bad month with my car and with Valeria's accident, and it was just one thing after other." The words came faster. " I don't have the rent. I..."

She choked on the words, a harsh cry erupting from her throat. All the stress of the previous week came out in a hot stream of unrestrained sobs. She was scared and ashamed, and above it all, tired. Tired of fighting and fighting and seemingly unavoidably losing. Tired of the slow realization that each day only found her stumbling farther behind her fast retreating dreams. She found herself collapsing forward into him.

He caught her. His awkwardness disappeared, and he wrapped his arms around her. His words were gentle and reassuring.

"Nikki, Nikki, Jesus, it's okay. C'mon, it's okay."

Her head was buried in his chest. She looked up at him. She had always thought of him as generically handsome, but she'd never really looked closely at him. What was the point after all? But now she was looking up into deep blue eyes, and their expression was not one of irritation or condescension but of tenderness. A man hadn't held her with any kind of tenderness in years, and now in this most awful of moments, one that she already knew she would look back on with shame, she could feel the restrained strength of his arms supporting her. He swept her hair gently aside from her face, and she let herself collapse more deeply into his arms.

"Nikki, look I don't know what to say exactly, but whatever just happened, I'm not upset. Whatever I'm feeling, it's surely not that." 

He paused. More quietly "I have thought about holding you for a long time."

It took her mind a few beats to comprehend the words. Could that be possible? She pushed closer, and she could feel him now pressed against her. The urgent pressure aroused a response in her, the feelings of anger and shame and frustration turning to a hot sexual desire she had not felt in longer than she cared to remember. Without quite knowing she was going to do it, she moved her hand down to his pants, caressing him through the fabric. His breath caught, and he pulled back. The confusion and tumult disappeared from her mind, and she knew exactly what she wanted to do.

She dropped to her knees. 

Jimmy went to lift her back up.

"No, no, Nikki, you don't have to do that. Please. We can talk about the rent."

But his tented khakis betrayed his words. She looked up at him.

"No, Jimmy, I want to. I do."

He pulled her up nonetheless. He was stronger than he looked, and she relented. She stood up, puzzled and embarrassed.

"Nikki. My God, look, I have dreamt about this since I first laid eyes on you. You light up every space you enter. But I can't do that. Or I mean, just that. Not like that. Not like this." He adjusted his pants, his face was flushed

She gawked at him. Not that she had offered that many, but she could not recall a guy ever having turned down a blowjob. And certainly not a guy that had just professed to dream about her. 

He looked down. He was clearly feeling embarrassed himself. He looked back up at her, their eyes connected, and he stepped forward. He took her in his arms and kissed her, deeply and feverishly. She responded, and they stumbled backwards against her stove.

He broke off. Flushed, she beamed at him, but he looked at her gravely.

"First, you need to take this back." He put the money down on the counter. "We'll figure out something with the rent, but for now, keep the cash. "

"Second, I need you to understand something before this goes any further. I like you. Alot. I have since I first talked to you while you were moving in. You are sexy and sensuous and wonderful. But if we go down this road, you need to understand that I'm, well, I'm not just any guy. I will demand things of you. I will take care of you, but I will demand things, and you will be expected to provide them. It's just how I'm wired."

Nikki blinked. She was still reeling from kiss. It was still on her lips, warm and life-giving, but now this speech about demands. "Jimmy, I don't understand."

Jimmy looked at her seriously and brushed a stray strand of hair from her face. He smiled and she smiled back. He spoke gently. "Let's try it this way then. Nikki, please take off your shirt."

She looked down at herself. She had put on the blue V-neck tee, conscious it was rent day and knowing full well from past compliments that this shirt apparently framed her boobs particularly well. But Jimmy's words weren't registering. Her head was floating, and her lips still burned. What did he want her to do with the shirt?

"What?" She said looking up at him.

He took a step back from her, leaning against the card table and crossing his arms. He looked her in the eyes, but the smile was gone. "Take off your shirt. Now." 

Her mind protested. How dare he? But her rational mind fell back, overcome by a surge of heat and fear and excitement coursing up from her loins. She could only nod, then reach around and pull the T-shirt up over her head. She dropped it on the floor.

"Now the bra."

Another surge. She wanted to protest, but she saw the way his eyes admired her, drinking her in, and she could feel her body opening up. Heat crawled down her thighs. She hadn't allowed any man to look at her like this in a very long time. And now Jimmy wanted to, wanted to appreciate her, let his eyes linger on her, the same way her thoughts lingered on him when she let her dreams out for a bit. She wanted to unveil herself for him. The bra tumbled to the floor. His body straightened, and as he stared unmoving at her light brown breasts, she didn't wait for his next command. She undid her jeans, pushed them down and stepped out from them. 

He smiled gently and approached her. He stopped inches away, looking down at her, not touching her. "Are you sure you're ready for this?"

She nodded. She trembled. She wasn't sure about anything, except whatever this was, she wasn't going to stop it.

He reached down and took her hand. "Do you trust me?" 

She nodded.

"If you want me to stop at any point, say the word 'heartbeat."

"Heartbeat?"

"Heartbeat." 

She nodded again. Still holding her hand, he led her out of the kitchen into the cramped but cozy living room. Surrounded by her worn but beloved things, she suddenly became very aware of her nakedness. The syllables to stop this now came to her lips. He turned and looked at her with those eyes, so appreciative and benevolent. She swallowed the words and looked at him steadily.

He touched her bare shoulder. "Nikki, you beautiful creature. I have wanted this moment for so long." His other hand brushed her nipple and caressed her neck. "Stand there while I explore you." 

He bent down and kissed her breast, gently, then the other one, his tongue lighting across the nipple. Her legs trembled. His hands slid down her side, and he slowly kneeled, kissing the bottom of her breast, her side, her belly button. She could feel his warm breath on her upper thigh, and she shivered, placing her hands on his shoulders to steady herself. He kissed her panties, and let his fingers run down her thigh across the dampness forming there.

"Kneel, dear Nikki."

She kneeled. He took her face in hands and kissed her gently, one hand cupping a breast and the other pushing her hair aside, so he could plant kisses on her cheek, earlobe, and neck. She arched, opening herself up to him, waiting for him to push her down, somewhere, anywhere, and enter her.

"Nikki, my beautiful Nikki."

He took her in his arms, but turned her. She was now facing the couch, and he moved behind her, his lips still exploring her neck, but his hands unambiguously pushing her shoulders forward on to the sofa's faded pink fabric. His hands were on her ass now, and she stretched her torso on the couch, spreading her legs, as his fingers moved up her thighs and danced gently across wet panties.

"Nikki, you are the sexiest woman I have ever seen."

His fingers pressed on her panties. She moaned, pushing back against him, willing him to enter her. 

A smack sent a shockwave up her body. She gasped audibly. The small hot jolt of pain from her ass crashed against her arousal, sending wild signals through her nerves. 

"That, Nikki, is for the late rent."

His slapped the other side of her ass, the sound of his open palm loud and welcome, echoing across the waves of guilt and pleasure coursing through her body. 

"Do you understand, Nikki?"

"Yes," she gasped.

A third spank, a bit harder this time. She twisted as a flames erupted from her loins. 

"Yes, sir. Always, sir, Nikki. Do you understand?"

"Yes."

She realized her mistake immediately, but not before another bright bolt of pain shot through her. She cried out. It was the hardest yet, and a small splinter of fear sharpened the feelings of pleasure and pain.

"Yes, sir. Yes, Jimmy, please, sir."

"Good, Nikki, good, now stand up." He took her hand and helped her stand. Her legs were wobbly, and he hugged her close. She noticed he smelled wonderful, and her hand returned to his crotch. He pulled it away, but smiled as he did so.

"Not yet, Nikki. First, we move to the bedroom." He took her hand. She did not resist as he led her into the bedroom. It was a queen bed, covered with a wholly unerotic rose-pattern quilt, but Jimmy hardly seemed to notice. He let go of her hand and stood at the side of the bed. He began to unbutton his shirt. 

"On the bed, beautiful. On your back, legs to me."

As she had earlier with her nakedness, she became suddenly very aware of her vulnerability. The fear that had been so intoxicating just a moment ago was getting cold. She felt a sudden need to cover herself, with her hands, anything. 

There was a gentle touch on her shoulder, and she saw him looking at her with concern. He was shirtless. "Nikki, you are safe here. You belong to me. If it's too much, just say the word, but until you do, you belong to me. You serve me. Do you understand?"

She nodded. "Yes, Jimmy, yes."

A quick slap across the edge of her breast caught her breath. Her nipple sung, and she could feel fire rekindling below.

"Sir."

"Good, now on the bed. Legs to me."

She climbed on bed, lying as he instructed. 

"Close your eyes."

She closed her eyes, the darkness heightening the building heat between her legs.

She felt his hands on her hips, and then he was sliding off her panties. She lay naked, a tremble evident in her arms and feet. He took her left arm and placed it across her chest, and then her right arm across that. Something pulled on her wrist, and she instinctively opened her eyes. Her panties were looped over one wrist, and as she watched, he twisted the panties twice, and pulled the other end over her other wrist, and then twisted again and circled both wrists. 

She was bound. 

She could feel the wetness of her panties tight against her wrists, and the shock and dirtiness of it all made her legs clench involuntarily. 

Then he was there with his shirt. He passed one arm of the blue button-down under her back and then pulled it up on her other side. She thought with momentary hilarity that it looked like he was tying a giant shoe. He pulled on both arms of the shirt, and the knot came down on her chest. He pulled again, tightening the bind, pinning her arms against her body. Between the binding on her wrists and the binding on her arms and chest, she had no leverage at all. She was helpless.

He looked down at her. "Are you okay, Nikki?"

"Yes. Yes, sir." She succeeded in a faint smile. He kissed her then, softly, on the mouth, then moved his lips down to one nipple and then the other. She went to hug him, pull his close, but her bindings caught. She realized she was his to do with as he wanted. The thought sent another pulse down her body. 

She had never done anything like this before, and while it had been exhilarating so far, it was too much too fast. She went to grab the safe word, but it had gone, down the same dark hole her rational protests had disappeared earlier. She looked up at Jimmy, but he had disappeared out of view. She tried to sit up but couldn't. Panic bubbled up from her chest. 

No sooner had the safe word popped into her head, than a towering wave of pleasure surged up her body. It washed away everything. His tongue lit one fire and then another on her clitoris. A seismic force arched her back, pulling the bindings tight against her, reinforcing her sense of helplessness and submission. She had never felt such ecstasy. Two fingers pushed inside her, and she opened herself, welcoming them, forever if they liked. They rubbed inside her and his tongue worked the outside. The combination left her reeling, unable to keep up with throbbing rhythm developing inside her. Her fists closed around the panties. She fought the fabric as his fingers quickened. The dark, searing wave that had been building since the first spank crashed across her mind. She tumbled in pure, blinding pleasure. A series of tremors followed, a bright parade of kaleidoscope lights shining on the backs of her eyelids. His tongue danced, each dip and twist unleashing a new cacophony of echoes and explosions in her body. 

Finally, when the noise subsided and her breath came in ragged huffs, he relented, kissing her thighs, as he trailed away. She could not open her eyes. She rolled on her side. Her mind was still tumbling down through a series of warm and joyous levels, when she realized he was talking.

"Nikki, baby?"

Her eyes fluttered open. He had walked around the bed. She had to crane her head backwards to see him. He was undoing his belt. 

"That was wonderful, Jimmy," she whispered.

"That was wonderful, sir," he scolded gently. He pushed his pants and underwear down in one move and stepped out of them. 

"That was wonderful, sir," she echoed quietly and smiled. She liked calling him that. She liked being corrected.

He was leaning over her now, and she looked up at him. "Nikki, are you ready to serve me?"

She barely nodded. Her body was boneless. All defenses had been abandoned. He leaned down and kissed her, and she could feel the hair on his chest on her forehead. She wanted to wrap her arms around his neck and hold him there forever.

But she was tied firm, and she could no more hug him close than she could resist him as he pulled her to the edge of the bed. He placed one hand under her head and with the other, he pulled her until her shoulders were square with the edge of the bed. He gently let her head fall back against the side of the bed. She found herself looking directly at his cock and balls. Her hair hung down towards the floor, just like his hairless scrotum, and she realized what he had in mind.




The Landlord



"Jimmy, no."

His fingertips slapped the edge of her left breast. The pain sizzled, reawakening all the nerve endings that had been ready to call it a day. He pinched her nipple, hard, and held his fingers there. She cried out in pain.

"Always sir, Nikki, always sir. Now serve me." 

He slapped her gently on her cheek, and she opened her mouth dutifully. He slid his cock into her mouth. She tasted his sweat and pre-cum, and felt his thighs against her head and his balls against her nose as he pushed into her. He was leaning over her now, and his hands roughly forced apart her thighs. His tongue entered her savagely, and her body responded, her hips pushing into his face as his hips steadied his cock in her mouth. He held her legs apart with his arms, and again pushed his fingers inside her again, his tongue again writing music across her clit. Her face was smothered by his body, and a muffled moan of ferocious pleasure poured forth.

He pushed into her mouth again and again. Each thrust was firm and pushed her head back against the bedside, but it was also precise, almost gentle. There was nothing violent or uncontrolled about it. She would have never imagined that being fucked in the face could be considered an intimate moment, but she felt a trust in him building with each restrained and disciplined stroke. 

Her thoughts were cast aside by a new sensation. She felt his finger circling her ass, teasing along the edges, as his other hand and tongue worked in unison on her vagina. She tensed. She didn't generally let guys back there. She tried to close her legs.

He smacked her on the inside of her thigh. Not softly either, and the sensation of pain amplified the noise of the storm developing in her crotch. She relented. The words "I submit" flashed through her mind, and she relaxed her legs. His cock stiffened in her mouth. He spread her ass with his fingers, and the sense of exposure, of raw nakedness and complete and total vulnerability filled her head with white light. She could feel his thrusts against her head gaining urgency. She felt a bead of pressure against her asshole, and the levee broke. He was in her now, everywhere he could be, controlling her, owning her, possessing and, she knew, ultimately caring for her. A flood of colors rushed up her body, setting off alarms and sending nerve-endings thrashing like downed power lines. He thrust hard now, and her head banged on the particle board with each urgent push. She heard him moan, her name in strangled tones, the sound far off, drowned by the whip of the storm. Her mouth filled with his explosion and caught on the top of her mouth. She convulsed, and for a bright and terrible moment she thought of drowning, but she recovered and swallowed, and the moment of fear pitched into the swirling maelstrom, triggering new clusters of lightning all down her body. 

He stayed there, in her mouth, still bent over her. She could feel his hair and his breath on her thigh, and she in turn held him with her tongue, the texture and taste of him welcome in her mouth. Finally, he stood and removed himself. He took her head gently with one hand and lifted it up. The other went under the small of her back, and he lifted her limp form off the bed. He laid her straight now, her head back on the pillow where she'd spent so many nights replaying conversations with him. He knelt beside her and gave her a series of sweet, small kisses, and untied the shirt. She could hardly move, couldn't talk, but when he took the panties off her hands and waved them in front of her with a grin, she giggled. Her hands freed, she hugged him fiercely. He lowered himself beside her, peppering him with random, small kisses. He lay on his back and pulled her to him. She buried her head in his shoulder.

She awoke in that position. He was snoring softly, his arms still loosely encircling her. She checked the clock. She still had some time before she had to meet Valeria at her bus stop. She gazed at his placid face. Jimmy. Landlord. Sir. 

Sir. She turned the word over in her mind, the implication of it all, and felt a small shiver move down her spine. It was pleasure. It was excitement. It was fear. It was all of them. 

She knew her life had just become a lot more complicated, but for now, she was content to just put her head back on sir's shoulder and close her eyes.



The Landlord



Recently there was a fire at our home and it was all we could do to get ourselves out before the smoke and fumes overwhelmed us. We were thankful for our lives. We had to wait days for the insurance company to assess the damage and of course it will take a while for us to find another suitable home close to the schools that our children are use to.

This meant trying to find a three bedroom apartment somewhere in the vicinity we had been living. Marsha, my wife and I went to a realtor who specialized in large apartments and she helped us find a nice quiet apartment complex that took kids and had really nice Landlord. 

There were swing sets in the back yard and a pool. The laundry room was spacious with six washers and three large dryers. The price was right, only $950 a month with no lease. The Landlord, Kevin said that we could use all of the facilities and if there were any problems, just give him a call. 

Marsha was so excited that she went shopping right away for new furniture and all of the other necessities we would need to be comfortable in our new residence. The kids ran outside to explore the great yard and meet the other children that lived there.

I wandered around our new surroundings and wondered how we were going to make it after such a loss. I even cried since there was no one around to see me and I wouldn't look weak. I pulled myself back together just before anyone came back into the apartment. 

When Marsha arrived, she had a load of new clothes for everyone and some essential furniture was being delivered the following day. 

"Looks like we'll have to stay in a hotel tonight," she said with tears in her eyes. I took her in my arms knowing the pain she was feeling for I was feeling the same. She sobbed and I tried to soothe her as much as possible.

Once she recovered from her distress, we gathered up the kids and headed to the nearest Motel for a little rest and hopefully some release of the stress we had been feeling. I got adjoining rooms so that Marsha and I could have some private time. I really needed it and figured she did to.

The sun sunk below the horizon and I couldn't wait for Marsha to return from the kids room. I was so horny that I thought I would explode the second I slipped my dick into her wet pussy. 

When she entered the room again, there was a smile on her face. "The kids are tucked in and now we can have some private time! I think I really need it. Do you?"

I probably had the largest smile I have ever had on my face and said, "More than I can ever express in words. Come see what I have for you!"

She smiled and pulled her dress over her head. Her full breast stood erect and her furry pussy glistened with her excitement. 

I lay her on the bed and as I slipped my cock into her wetness my body betrayed me and spit all of my hot cum into her instantly. 

Her eyes betrayed her words, "It's okay honey, I know that this stress has both of us upset and anxious. We'll try again in the morning before the kids invade the room." She kissed me and rolled over. Soon I heard the rhythmic breathing of her sleep.

I rolled over and started stroking my limp prick angry and hurt. Within minutes, it erupted again. I rolled off the bed, went to the bathroom and cleaned myself up. Then climbed in the bed beside my sleeping wife.

Next morning, the kids banging on the adjoining door awakened us. That put an end to the hopes that I could please Marsha before the kids got up.

She put on a robe and answered the door. "We're hungry!" our youngest daughter cried.

"At least let us get dressed before we go eat!" I cried still angry that I was not getting the release I needed.

They ran back into their room and I begged Marsha "Please at least give me a blow job! I'm really hurting here. I need to feel some part of your warm wetness on my prick."

She knelt between my legs and slurped in my limp cock, which quickly came to full stance. It only took about three bobs of her head to pull my hot seed from my balls. My body trembled and soon I was limp all over.

"Go take a shower honey; I'll take the kids to get some food. What would you like?"

"I'd love to get a good fuck in; but I don't see that happening any time soon!" I complained. "So just get me some pancakes and hash browns I guess."

She kissed me bye and her tongue explored the inside of my mouth. I slapped her sexy ass as she turned to go. "I love you Marsha!"

"I love you too, Paul! We'll get through this too."

In the shower, I pulled my cock again. I couldn't understand why I was so horny after such a disaster had entered into our lives. But I just didn't feel satisfied. I felt empty.

By the time my family made it back, I had jerked off at least three more times. I had heard that trauma could bring on unusual sexual urges but this was driving me crazy. I just wanted my life back.

We ate around the table in our room and Marsha called to see when our furniture would be delivered. Fortunately, it was the first delivery of the day. It should be there by 11:00.

We headed back to the apartment complex. The kids went out to the yard to play and meet the other kids that lived there. Marsha went to the laundry room to wash the new clothes she had purchased for everyone. I jerked off once again sitting on our new sofa.

It seemed Marsha was taking a long time washing those clothes; it wasn't like she had to sit there and wait for them to finish. She could come back up here and let me fuck her while they were washing.

After about a half an hour, I decided to go see where she was. She wasn't in the laundry room, but our clothes were. She wasn't in the yard with the kids either. I couldn't imagine what had happened to her.

Then I saw her come out of the landlord's apartment. She had a radiant smile on her face. So did he for that matter.

I called her name and waved at her. She came over to me and asked what I was doing there.

"Well, you were gone so long that I got worried. I didn't think you would have to stay with the clothes."

I didn't stay with the clothes, Kevin came in and saw me there and invited me in for a cup of coffee while I waited. I hadn't had any coffee today so I took him up on it.

I kissed her just to see if the taste of coffee was on her lips. It was.

"Well, let me help you get the clothes upstairs. You shouldn't be carrying those heavy baskets anyway."

She smiled and kissed me again. 

When we got inside I led her to the bedroom and stripped her of her jeans and panties. Then I pulled out my dick and fucked her like a mad man. 

I just couldn't get enough sex. I wanted to fuck her all day and night. But even that would not have put out the flames that burned in my groin. I was starting to worry that I had a mental problem. I had never been so obsessed.

"Maybe you should call a doctor. I believe it is all due to the loss of the house. It's some kind of loss trauma that is causing you to feel that you have to have sex every few hours," she suggested.

I called my doctor and made an appointment. He could see me that afternoon.

He checked me over and confirmed Marsha's assessment. 

"These things often happen with stress or a great loss and losing your home is a really large stress. Go home, drink a beer and try to relax. Read a sexy novel instead of using Marsha. I'm sure she has her own stress she's dealing with."

When I arrived home, Marsha wasn't around. I looked all over for her but no wife and no kids. I sat down on the sofa jerked off again. Then I went and lay down, trying to resist the pull to masturbate again.

I fell asleep somewhere along the line and when I woke up, there was still no Marsha or kids. Within a half-hour the kids showed up and Marsha was right behind them.

"Where have you all been?" I asked panicked.

"We were playing with the kids upstairs," my oldest daughter told me. "Mommy knew where we were.

"I didn't know where to find you either?"

"I'm sorry, I meant to leave a note. Kevin asked me to help him with some decorating he wanted to do." she said with hesitation. "What did the doctor say?"

"He said the same thing you did; that it was remorse from losing the house. Why don't we go out to eat?" I asked them. I needed them with me.

"That's a good idea," Marsha agreed.

Dinner was great and I started to relax. We laughed and joked just as we always had. I almost forgot about losing everything we had worked for.

On the way back to the apartment the anxieties came back. "I'm not sure that apartment is where we belong," I told Marsha.

"Why baby? It's comfortable and the kids love it. It's better than a hotel," she countered.

"I just can't explain it. I just know it is part of my problem. It is the reason I can't seem to relax."

"Give it another couple of weeks. We'll start looking for a new house tomorrow. That will probably help."

I looked at Marsha and she was sincere in her words. 

"Okay, but only two more weeks. Agreed?"

"Yes, agreed!" she said softly.

It was time for me to go back to work. The office had started calling telling me that I was desperately needed. I wanted to stay close to my family, but I also had to pay for this apartment that I didn't want to be living in. So I went to work.

I called home around 11:00. There was no answer. I decided to go home for lunch. When I arrived, Marsha was fixing lunch for the kids.

"I tried to call and no one answered!" I attacked.

"I'm sorry honey, must have been when we went to the store to get bread and luncheon meat; want a sandwich?"

"Yeah, I do. I'm pretty hungry. I'm sorry I yelled at you." 

"That's all right baby, I know the stress you've been under." She handed me a turkey sandwich and some chips.

The kids went out to play after they ate and I got hot all over again. "Would you come to bed with me, baby, I'm really horny again?"

Marsha looked up from cleaning the table and smiled. "I'd love to, sweetheart!"

I took her by the hand and led her to our new bed. She slipped off her shorts and she had no underwear on. I was shocked. She always wore granny panties.

"Where are your panties?" I asked.

"They're all in the washer. I just forgot to wash them last week."

I licked my lips and stuck my tongue into her black covered cunt. It tasted as sweet as it always had. No salty cum taste.

Marsha moaned and cooed as my tongue slipped in and out of her hole and over her erect clit. He hands pressed hard on the back of my head and slowly maneuvered my head and face where she wanted them.

I thought, 'She's never done that before.' But I really liked her doing it. And I liked that she had no panties on too.

Satisfied that my wife was still loyal, I dressed and headed back to work.

I called around six and told her that I was going to be late.

"Well, maybe I'll take the kids to Zooloos for dinner and to a movie then. So don't be upset if we're not here when you get home." she explained.

"That's a good idea," I told her.

When I returned home, the house was empty and quite. Knowing that they were out, I decided to go talk to my landlord. I wanted to get to know him better and I wanted to see if he was really fucking my wife, as I feared.

Kevin opened the door talking to someone in the room and invited me in. There was a perky little blond on his couch; her skirt was just below the hairline. Thankfully she wasn't my wife.

"Sorry man didn't mean to interrupt!" I quickly begged off and headed back to my own place. The house was too quiet so I decided to take a shower and try to get some rest. Exhausted, I fell asleep immediately.

When I awoke, it was very dark. The apartment was deathly still and Marsha was not in the bed.

I dressed and headed for the kids rooms. They were asleep and in the place where dreams are dancing.

I looked out the window and saw a light on in Kevin's apartment. I had to go check again. I dressed and headed for his place.

I tried the door; it wasn't locked. I walked in and the living room was empty. I stealthily walked through the rooms and finally found the bedroom. There was an amber light glowing there and I heard voices murmuring.

I quickly stuck my head through the doorway and sure enough, there was Marsha between his legs, sucking his cock and moaning with pleasure as he ate her out.

I heard her slurping at his seed and crying, "Oh you taste so good I could suck you forever. I love the sweetness of your cum!"

Kevin rolled over and crawled behind her. His dong wagging as he moved. It was easily nine to ten inches long and what a girth! 

My own cock shrunk at the site of his. But I couldn't take my eyes of him as he spread Marsha's butt cheeks and squirted lubricant on the head of his prick. He poked a finger into her asshole and then two then three.

Using his other hand, he forced the thick head into the tightness that awaited his sword. As he forced his manhood into her butt, Marsha whimpered and moaned and cried "Deeper, yeah, deeper! Oh baby fuck my ass! Fuck it hard! Oh yeah that's it. Fuck me! Fuck me GOOD!"

Kevin's thrusts grew faster and deeper and finally he bottomed out as she screamed "Oh YES YES YES YES!" and fell onto the bed.

Kevin rolled over on his back as he hit the sheets. His dick was still spewing his seed. He held it over her back and let it fall on my wife's smooth, unblemished skin.

My cock was hard and throbbing. I wanted to be part of what I was seeing. I wanted Marsha to suck me as Kevin fucked her ass again. 

I stepped into the room and said, "I want to play too!" 

The two of them turned to me, shocked. Marsha was as pale as a ghoul and Kevin just smiled. 

"Come join us, it will be more fun. You can have whatever end you want; I'll take the other! I'm glad we don't have to hide anymore."

Marsha still hadn't said a word. She just looked at me. She had a very satisfied look on her face and didn't look the least bit guilty for being caught.

Walking toward the bed, I pulled out my not so large prick and started stroking it. Marsha licked her lips longingly.

Kevin smiled too. Marsha sucked my dong into her open lips. As I climbed onto the bed, I let her suck it into her mouth. My legs trembled as she swallowed its length and her face touched my belly.

Kevin crawled up behind her and forced his large tool deep into her wet cunt. I watched her as she started rubbing her hard clit, moaning in pleasure. I smelled her recent sex and stuck my fingers into the juices her coupling with Kevin had produced.

I don't know how long the three of us fucked and sucked and fingered and shared bodily fluids. But I made a vow to never let my wife play with the landlord alone again. I wanted some of him too. 

I loved the fell of his dick in my ass while Marsha sucked my dick until it spewed my golden cum all over her tits and Kevin licked it off sharing it with me. 

A few weeks later, the letter came from the insurance company telling us we would receive a check within the week for $350,000 to cover the loss of our home and its contents.

Alone, Marsha and I talked about staying in the apartment, but decided it would be best if the kids were in a real home.

Kevin quit his job as landlord and moved with us to our new home; a five-bedroom place with a play room for the kids and one for the adults. Everyone is very happy. Especially me. 

I love seeing my wife well fucked and being well fucked my self.

^fantasex



The Landlord



He has his first time and gives others their first time. 

This story cannot be posted or reused elsewhere without the permission of this Author.

Hope you enjoy another furry tale .. tail .. well you know. A good roll in the furs is had by all.

1

Robert Rappaport is not only the landlord of a very nice apartment building but lives in the Penthouse unit where he lived with his parents before their untimely disappearance. He inherited some prime income producing real estate along with it from his parents who vanished on a trip to Thailand a few years back when Robert was only 18. They had left him legally in charge since he was already quite savvy, having learned a great deal from his parents about investing and their business. He had already been investing on a small scale "getting his feet wet" as his dad put it, before they disappeared.

Of all the buildings Robert owns the one he lives in is the most interesting. It's not the building so much, though the style is very fine, as the relationships he has with a few of its tenants. He is is a very successful young business man in real estate and some other marketing areas as well. His charismatic and sociable personality helps him for sure and also is a magnet for a few of his tenants. Robert never wants for the presence and affection of beautiful and sexy women. Though at first glance they are seemingly charitable and sociable relationships there is a spider's web of erotic involvement that all willingly and eagerly share.

Robert grieved for a year or so hoping for good news of his parents and coming to grips with their loss. He eventually began to pay closer attention to what was his inheritance and got back on his feet attending the university. He was already in his Junior year by then and began pursuing the same kinds of real estate investments he inherited from his parents. 

One thing of his parent's that literally softened his grief were their many furs. He fondled them as he had done most of his life and then began sleeping with them and in them. There is a thick Lynx spread on his parents bed which is his now. He redecorated the room to suit his tastes turning his room into a home office. His father had a few furs his mom got for him that he seldom wore. Robert began wearing them. The mink lined leather jacket quickly became his regular jacket to school and anywhere else. He got a couple more like it of other furs. The big whiskey colored Mink overcoat he began to wear to the symphony. He had grown to love the symphony, going with his mother as a child. 

For any number of reasons Robert was still a virgin at 19. He had always been a bit of a shy geek and his devotion to his mother didn't help his situation. She exerted a large influence over his life and condoned his fondness for her furs. 

Robert is a tall guy of average build and not particularly athletic. He has light red hair and strikes a reasonably handsome figure in the whiskey mink overcoat. Much more so than his father. This was the beginning of his self confidence and charismatic personality as he tested the waters at the symphony. He always felt secure there knowing the rules of behavior and how far he could push them in a social situation.

Coming out of his grief he kept running into a sophomore girl on campus who was attracted to him in his fur lined jackets. She wanted him to let her wear one. Seems girls had begun to discovered Robert. He wasn't sure if it was the fur or the wealth it implied. He wasn't about to be such a fool as to let a pretty face part him from his fortune. He's too smart for that ploy. Not to say he wasn't going to take advantage of his situation. 

He began to understand sexual flirting and started his first efforts on this luscious blond. She didn't realize at first she had started something where she would be under his control in the end.

Bernice is a true blond with long thick flowing hair. She's a reasonably well endowed five nine and with her clear blue eyes is a beauty. Normally it would be her that would play hard to get as she normally does, having him dance to her tune. Robert did everything but taunt her. He began dating her and was very polite as he drops her off without a kiss for several dates. She does get to wear the jacket on the fourth date. She clings to it like a trophy. She gets her kiss. It's Roberts first adult girl kiss but plays her like a pro. She is left hanging and hot. Robert takes control and he realizes it in the moment, watching her hang in lustful desire.

The next date is to the symphony. Bernice is awed and out of her depth. Robert wears his mink overcoat and she is all over him like a cheap whore. He tunes her up in the car from picking her up with the beginnings of fondling her body as they kissed. He finds he loves fondling her firm breasts. She's seduced, wanting his hands on her and has to have his fur all over her. Robert realizes his fantasies of making love in furs for his first time is now a probability. 

Robert was never shielded from his parent's love and affection for each other. His dad often groped and fondled his mom in his presence. Seeing mom's tit's squeezed and fondled by dad is etched in his mind like an instruction manual. Hearing his parents love making noises as he eavesdropped gave him a pretty good idea of what was happening. Text books, love stories and porn sites filled in the rest. Robert had been daydreaming, masturbating with fur fantasies and planning how to take his first woman for some time. Bernice is his first real opportunity and he intends on making the most of it. Besides she's smart and he really likes her. Her body is driving him crazy.

Bernice thought she was an experienced lover. She had gotten laid maybe a dozen times over the past year and a half since loosing her virginity. No guy had actually brought her to orgasm during intercourse hard as she tried. See looked forward to that actually happening but was getting disillusioned. Guys must not know how? Like they're using her to jerk off. For some unexplained reason Robert has gotten her incredibly sexed up and she is looking forward to getting laid, maybe in or on his fur coat? She's thinking that would be quite nice. Kind of like the Playboy stories of guys getting laid by a woman in a fur coat. The idea made her wet just thinking about it after feeling Roberts furs.

Bernice attacks Robert in the car before leaving the garage at the symphony. She manages to get herself more generously fondled. She's bent on getting laid tonight. Robert suggests they got to his place for some drinks and Bernice eagerly accepts. 

She's appropriately impressed with Robert's place and settles into the couch with its big Red Fox throw and pillows. She's thinking this is where she'll get laid tonight. Robert already has her blouse undone and her breasts fur fondled as he comes from behind her sitting in the couch. Bernice is already beyond seduced and squirming to his touch. He has yet to remove anything including the mink overcoat.

They sit together on the couch and have the Martini's he's made. There is a pitcher full and Robert has them both feeling no pain fast. Robert's gazing admiringly at her bare breasts and hard nipples, touching them with fur and squeezes them as they sit and drink. With her blouse off and her bra loose she's feeling the furs to her body and Robert has her squirming and softly moaning. When he slips a finger up her twat she groans loudly with wondrous feelings. Robert expertly, slowly and softly pumps her to near an orgasm as he fur fondles more of her exposed flesh. Bernice is getting more than she expected and far more sensitively than anyone before with his focus on her pleasure and level of excitement.

When Robert begins sucking on her breasts she shakes with the sensations and is on the verge of orgasm gripping his mink. She knows he will be in her soon and can hardly wait to feel his cock sliding into her.

Robert lifts her up in his mink covered arms and carries her nude body down the hall to the bedroom. She's hugging and kissing him in his fur as they go.

He lays her in the Lynx spread and Bernice nearly orgasms with the touch of the fur wrapping around her entire body watching Robert remove his clothes from beneath the mink. When his substantial cock springs forward with his pants falling to the floor she gasps with excitement.

"Should I use a condom?" he asks.

"I'm protected. Please don't." she replies. "Nice of you to ask."

Roger spreads her legs and is in her twat with his mouth in an instant. Bernice is pulling him tight to her, pulling on his mink. Roger surprises himself at how much he likes the first contact with her soft muff and sweet smell as he suctions her labia. He figured she would like this. Bernice moans loudly and orgasms almost instantly, her girlie juices flowing as Robert eagerly sucks her dry. 

Bernice is already feeling much better than any time before, very relaxed and excited by getting it in the furs yet eager to get fucked having already orgasmed. 

Robert slips up on her and is deep into her with a single thrust. Bernice gasps and nearly orgasms again. He slowly slides in and out of her, holding her suspended with her excitement as Robert feels his cock squeezed and massaged by her wonderfully warm and soft twat. He feels his excitement grow and the tight feeling in his balls. He picks up the pace feeling Bernice tighten and take short gasping breaths. Orgasm strikes them both as Robert unloads into her soft well his pulsing warm essence. Bernice tightens with gasping quick breaths, gripping his mink for all she's worth then releases, falling limp and motionless in the fur spread. Robert falls flat on top of her and begins kissing her all over her face and neck. 

Robert remembers a soft command of his dad's from one night listening at their door after such a moment of his mom and dad's love making.

"Roll over in the furs Bernice." as he grips her gently and pushes her face into the Lynx. What he sees is like looking at the main diagram of "The Instruction Manual". Her cheeky butt staring at him. He swings his leg over her thighs and his cock finds her soft labia lips as if programed. He thrusts hard and deep, much deeper than before to his surprise. "No wonder dad liked this" he thinks. Bernice moans loudly, like his mom, and she thrusts her butt up to him automatically. Robert pummels her twat for all he's worth and Bernice is having another orgasm almost instantly, then another and another. Robert is almost constantly ejaculating into her and Bernice can feel the hot fluids pumping into her hot twat. She is driven to excess beyond anything she could ever have dreamed.

Only the pain of his cock and it beginning to soften has Robert relenting. He swings back and lays beside Bernice in the fur spread. Bernice crawls over on top of him, kissing him all over. She grips his wet cock and strokes it as she kisses him. She is soon holding a revived and very hard rod in her hand. She slides down and takes him in her mouth, something she's heard about but never done. Robert is floating in fur heaven now with his cock in her mouth and laying in the lynx spread stroking her wonderful blond hair laid out over him with his cock receiving the most wonderful attention as he pumps one last load into her mouth. He is sure his parents are smiling down on his pleasures and successful passage to manhood. They both fall asleep almost instantly.

Robert awakes with Bernice wrapped in his mink, inside out and straddling him with his cock deep into her. She has started pumping him, her tits bouncing nicely and a big grin on her face. She thinks she's in control. Robert reaches up with the lynx and begins fondling her tits with the fur as she pumps him. She is quickly overcome with an orgasm, then another. She can't quit. It is an addiction now as she rides his magnificent cock and feels the furs caressing her body having all the sexual satisfaction she could ever imagine.

Robert is soon behind her and driving her beyond her wildest imagination as he pummels her tight twat relentlessly and attentively fur fondling her whole body. Bernice passes out with the sensation overload. She awakes a bit later to the smell of breakfast. She goes flush with the realization she is his love slave as she wraps herself in soft furs and goes to the smell of food.

Robert takes her back to her dorm after breakfast and spends the rest of the weekend contemplating his success at the loss of his virginity. He is more than satisfied and so is she. In fact he thinks maybe he has created a problem of her wanting much more than a good screw. He does too but not a wife. Robert is also now addicted to sex in the furs and wants that sensation and experience. He wants it as a regular thing in his life. No wonder his mom and dad screwed so much and why his mom had so many furs and wore them around his dad all the time!

Tuesday is first of the month and rents are due. Most tenants either slip an envelope under the door or deliver it in person. This month is just like the others with a note from one saying he would be a few days late. Robert is not a ruthless landlord and lets things slide a few days before he gets on them and they all know this. He had picked this up from his parents as good business.

The tenant from unit 202 knocks on his door. Nancy is a woman of 23 and recently divorced. Her husband had been abusive and Robert's parents had helped to protect her in the divorce. She stayed on after the divorce, having a good enough job to keep the apartment. His parents had not increased her rent as with a few others.

"Robert, I lost my job and I'm looking for another. If necessary I'll have to get a cheaper apartment. I have a temp. job that is bringing in some regular money but not enough. Can you float me for a month or so 'till I can get sorted out?" 

Robert responds almost knee jerk. "Of course. Is there anything I can do to help?"

"I was thinking I might take in a room mate. My unit is quite large. Is that OK?" 

"Of course."

After she leaves Robert has a demonic thought. Nancy is a very attractive and sexy woman. He knew his dad was attracted to her. His mom knew this though he would never do anything about it. Robert had always had fantasy fur masturbations over her since she first moved in. Her Slim body is not a Playboy centerfold but it is very attractive and with her red hair and sweet demeanor Robert had always found her seductive. After all his father thought so. She is only a few years older after all. 

Nancy had always looked longingly at his mom in fur so he suspected she would be quite receptive to that. To him? That may be a different matter given her divorce and him being younger. Still it might be worth some further thought and effort. The next day he met her in the lobby on his way to school and invited her to his place for dinner. She eagerly accepted.

Nancy was at his door promptly at six dressed in a tight suede miniskirt and T neck long sleeved dark green sweater, her thick red hair in a wonderful curly disarray. No bra or pantie lines. Seductive or what?

"Come in. You're looking lovely tonight!"

"Am I not dressed properly?"

"Absolutely." and she smiled sweetly. He then knew her agenda was the same as his.

"I had always liked your folks and had hoped you would be as nice as them. I'm right it seems."

"Sit here." Roger directed her to the couch with the Red Fox throw and pillows he had carefully arranged on it. Nancy went right for them. "Have a drink? Bourbon?" 

"Oh yes, thanks." he sits next to her and they take a sip.

"What kind of work are you looking for?"

"I'm very good with a computer. The more advanced engineering or bookkeeping and the like so anything that requires those skills is fine with me. Like to avoid secretarial type work."

Nancy is sweetly smiling at Robert the whole time they are talking, twisting and squirming in the furs. She wraps the throw around herself, smiling as they are talking. Robert is pretty sure the agenda is set as he had anticipated.

"Let's sit and eat. Dinner is ready."

They chat about former tenants and things that had happened in the building. Nancy reiterated how much she liked his parents and what a nice person he had turned out to be. 

After eating Robert begins clearing the table and Nancy jumps in and helps. 

As they are doing so .. "Your mom always looked so beautiful in her furs. She wore them so well .. like they were ordinary yet always beautiful." Robert freezes and Nancy is about to apologize for an inappropriate remark .. 

"Would you like to try on some of her furs? It's been awhile since I've seen a beautiful woman actually wearing fur." Nancy is stunned and stammers ..

"Wwwhy yes I would .. just for you."

"I'll bring out a few for you to try on." 

Robert had given some thought for what to do. Much he left to chance and her responses. He brings out a dark Mink jacket first. Start small and cautiously. She tries it on and it's a long jacket with her miniskirt showing only an inch below it .. almost like she had nothing on. Robert is stimulated by the look and, in the mirror, so is Nancy. She begins to more seductively model the fur. 

Robert goes for more, returning with a full length hooded Lynx coat and a big white Arctic Fox coat with huge collar. Robert takes the opportunity to drape the Arctic Fox around her. 

"Oh my god!! this is incredible Robert." as she swings around and even more seductively models. "You know Robert, your dad had a thing for me. He never did anything about it and with your mother in furs I can see why not." Nancy's 'come here and take me' look was nearly more than Robert could handle. He managed to restrain himself. He wanted her to nearly beg him. 

"Try the Lynx now." he demands. 

Nancy drops the Fox from her shoulders over the back of the couch in a most seductive way and walks into the Lynx he is holding out for her. She looks at him with wanting desire as he wraps her in lynx. She is weak with her desires and sits on the couch. She lays back and pulls the Red Fox to her, nestling into the big Red Fox pillows. Robert goes over to her and sits beside he.

"Did you want him to take you?" fur fondling her exposed legs with the Foxes.

"Not as much as I want you to take me now!"

Robert picks up the Foxes and "Follow me" as he takes off one piece of his clothes at a time walking down the hall to the bedroom. It's clear Nancy has little to remove with her nipples pushing out between the knit of her thick sweater. They look hard as rocks. 

Standing beside the bed Robert takes off his pants as Nancy drops the lynx from her shoulders. He slips her sweater over her head as her firm tits bobble lightly. The areola is very large and dark with nipples like large bullets. Robert is sucking one before he can think it is so delectable. Nancy lightly moans with satisfaction as she reaches down to grab his stiff cock.

"Was your dad this large?" Roger doesn't answer but shoves her back into the furs and is into her with a single powerful thrust. Nancy groans and thrusts up to him. With a few swift strokes Nancy is feeling her desires flood over her. Robert rises up with outstretched arms and pins her arms into the furs, looking down on her as he pumps her twat. Nancy knows this is just the first of many smiling with her passions welling up to orgasm. This "boy" has already done what her ex had never been able to do for her. She orgasm quickly. She also knows the first won't be the last as she releases her passions in a flood of spasms. Robert pumps her to oblivion as he fills her womb with his warm fluids in powerful shots, his young virility driving her to excess.

She awakes to his tugging her. "I have to get to class." 

"OK. I'll dress."

Going down the elevator Robert kisses her softly. Nancy has the excitement of first love. 




The Landlord



"When you feel the need Nancy just call. Don't worry about the rent for now and be very confident when you interview for a job."

2 

Robert gets to school and quite by accident runs into Bernice. 

"Hi Robert. Want to get together soon?" running her hand through his fur jacket.

"Sure." Robert does, indeed, want to screw her again. "How about this afternoon?"

"Good" .. with a coy smile .. "I'm looking for a place outside the dorm to live now. Any ideas?"

"Maybe. Let's talk about it later. Pick you up at your dorm?" 

"OK, see you at three." 

After classes he picks up Bernice at three.

They kiss in the car and head for Robert's place. Bernice is eager to repeat her first time with Robert. They manage to make it to the elevator without ripping each other apart. They do that in the elevator going up, Bernice gripping his fur as they are in near intercourse going up. 

"Bernice, go get one of mom's furs and model it for me please." in an effort to slow things down a bit and see if she does as well as Nancy. Robert has taken off most of his clothes and is down to his pants.

Bernice rips off all her clothes going to the bedroom and is shaking with her desire to have him pumping her twat. She collects herself enough to get a fur for modeling. She's fondling the furs in the closet as she is tying to pick one, in near orgasm. Finally she feels a big dark Sable and wraps it around herself. With it on she humps a group of hanging Fox coats, sliding against them, having a mild orgasm which steadies her a bit to continue on. 

When she returns to the living room Robert is reclining in the Red fox spread, nude and stroking his now rigid cock with fur. Bernice wants to just run over and jump onto it and get her satisfaction but Robert motions to her to turn and model for him. She's going out of her mind with desire as she does. 

The Sable is enormous on her not being as tall or full as his mom was. It just heightens the erotic image of a little girl modeling her mom's furs. This fires Roberts desires even further. 

"Leave that one and go get another." She drops it on him and runs nude to the closet for another fur.

When she returns in The big Arctic Fox coat, equally over sized on her, Robert is standing there wrapped in the Sable inside out, his cock sticking out past the fur like a battering ram. Bernice goes over to him and is greeted with his cock slipping between the Fox lapels and into her labia lips. She shudders as she is enveloped in the furs and slowly pumped. In very short order she is shaking with a full blown orgasm and eagerly being carried along past that to another.

Robert is about to change the situation by moving to the couch or taking her into the bedroom when the phone rings. He instinctively goes for it, picking it up just as it goes to message. It's Nancy. He gets her. "Oh you'd like to come up?" .... "sure, I have some one for you to meet." Robert is thinking he couldn't have planned it better going to the closet to get a fur for Nancy .. the huge hooded Lynx.

"Here Bernice ... sit on the couch." She's still nude in the Fox and panting from her orgasms, mildly disturbed at the interruption. She is diddling herself and fondling herself with the Red Foxes in her nervousness. "I should go get dressed Robert!!" 

"No .. I want you to meet her. Your possible apartment mate." Bernice is on the verge of freaking out when there is a light knock at the door. Nancy enters wordless and is greeted with the opened Lynx. Her sweater is off and skirt on the floor. 

"I have a possible room mate for you Nancy. This is Bernice. She has grown to like furs also."

Nancy walks over to Bernice laying back on the couch, her fur open for her to see her long slender body and moist red muff.

"My aren't you a sweet one." spreading Bernice's legs and running furs over her pale soft skin. She shudders to the touch of another woman. Nancy goes down between her legs and begins sucking her twat. Lifting briefly. "I see you have had her already Robert." Bernice screams in a huge orgasm with Nancy's stimulations. "You'll make a very fine roommate sweetie. 

She pulls Bernice to her tits gripping her thick blond hair. She is sucking Nancy with eager and passionate lust. "Any more surprises Robert?" with a coy smile. They go to the bedroom and lay back for an evening of passion as Robert takes Nancy from behind. Bernice fur fondles her body and diddles herself to more orgasms watching them screw. She knows she will be sleeping with Nancy and Robert from now on. Realizing she is totally addicted to love in the furs with them both. 

"I'll get you two a fur spread and a few others for your Apartment. You can wear mom's furs, my furs now, regularly. Our desires will set the schedule."

He them takes Bernice, pumping her as never before with Nancy in attendance, furring her generously. Bernice loves to scream with her orgasms driving Robert to excess. The Penthouse is soundproof. 

Nancy sucks Robert's cock with their collective juices as Bernice sucks her twat. Bernice has already found her clitoris, bringing Nancy to orgasm as she sucks Robert's cock to ejaculation. The relationships are set and all are eager participants as they fall asleep with greater emotional comfort than either has had for some time. 

3

Several weeks pass with Bernice moved in with Nancy. They are a happy pair in kind of mother-daughter rolls but sleeping together and sexually totally engaged. 

Inevitably Bernice meets the woman across the hall who is an Engineer. She's not unattractive but a bit mousy and very shy, accentuated by her glasses. Bernice has a way of getting people to talk who normally won't. Betty unloads her life of woe and unrequited love in a single flowing statement. She confesses to a crush on Robert and his father since she moved in and having had sex with a man only three times in her 22 years. She blushes and attempts to excuse herself with the embarrassment. 

Bernice will have none of that and has her in front of the mirror fixing her hair and touching up her eyes before she can truly protest. She has rather nice hair. Dark, long and quite thick. As Bernice strokes her hair Betty moans lightly to her touch and is relaxed. She is enjoying seducing Betty and she's so willing. The skills she has learned making love with Nancy is serving her well. Besides she knows Nancy will love this new prize.

"Why don't you try on one of our furs?" not waiting for a reply she has a Sliver Fox wrapped around her and is lightly hugging her from behind, her face in her hair. "Well .. what do you think?" She can feel Betty shaking with excitement. "Get into a sweater without a bra and a tight skirt without panties. I want you to feel sexy. It's no good if you don't feel sexy." Betty complies. She's not really knowing Bernice's agenda. She has on a cashmere cardigan but with tight cotton shorts, not having a tight skirt. Bernice unbuttons half the buttons reaching around from behind her, brushing her tits as she does, exposing her nice cleavage and the sides of her breasts. Betty is breathing quite heavily by then with Bernice's face nuzzled in her hair.

"Oh yes!!" shaking with excitement. Didn't Robert's mother have a coat like this?" 

"Yes she did ... This one. Let's go up and show Robert how good you look in it." pulling .. dragging her .. not waiting for a reply. 

Bernice had surreptitiously called Robert, telling him to expect them in fur. She knows Robert has to initiate her and he will know what she meant. It excites her to be doing this for Robert. She knows she will be generously rewarded. 

Robert opens the door wearing the big dark Sable coat. Betty gasps quite loudly and unconsciously. "How wonderful you look Betty!!" as he pulls her into the penthouse with Bernice gently pushing from behind, her hand pushing on her butt. Betty responds with a sighing and stuttered speech ... "Hhii .. Mr. Rappppapooort!"

"Call me Robert." as he pulls her closer gripping the Fox lapels. Bernice is half pushing half fondling Betty's butt .. a bit up between the thighs. Betty is lightly moaning some more as she looks up to Robert. 

"I didn't know your parents very well but .." as Robert is stroking her hair and face. 

"You look fantastic in my mom's fur Betty. Do you like it?" noticing the crotch of her pink shorts soaked with her girlie juices.

"Oh yes .. very much. I hope you don't mind me trying it on? Bernice insisted I try it on." with a hesitant smile and frown flashing back and forth on her face .. waiting for approval.

"I always though you were sexy and wondered what you would look like in fur." as Robert loosely wraps his arms around her "You can wear it all you please ... but .." as his face lowers to hers closely .. 

"Yes Robert?" her lips parting .. "Oh yes!!" as Robert lightly kisses her. Betty moans and squirms with his kiss. "Anything you wish Robert." with a big full smile she wraps her arms around him and pulls tight to his body. Robert full unbuttons her sweater and her breasts press against the Sable. She squirms more against it and Bernice slips her shorts down as her now nude body presses fully to the Sable moaning quite loudly. Robert pushes his cock between the opening of his fur and slips between her fur lapels finding her moist labia. Betty sucks hard on Roberts mouth as he slips into her vagina Betty thrusts forward fully taking Robert into her. Robert reaches down and grips her butt cheeks, lifting her up and thrusts deeper into her tight womb as Betty wraps her legs around his butt.

Turning, he drops her down on his cock and with a few short pumps in her twat they fall into the furs of the couch. Robert had prepared the couch with mounds of furs after Bernice's call. Betty is buried in softness as he pumps her tight twat vigorously. Betty's orgasms are unlike any in her life. She nearly tears Robert apart. Robert fills her with hot pulses of cum. Betty is ecstatic with passions well beyond her imagination. She is not only seduced but an instant fur slave to Robert. He lifts up from her and gestures to Bernice. She leans over Betty pressing her soft nude breasts to hers and kisses her hard, longingly and lingering. She is at first repulsed by the girl on girl but almost instantly takes in Bernice eagerly and passionately. Robert fur fondles them both and focuses on their tits as Bernice rubs hers to Betty's. Her nipples are hard and responsive. Each time he squeezes them she responds more forcefully to Bernice's kisses. She is now her fur slave as well as she is Nancy's. 

They go to the bedroom dragging all the furs and Bernice lays Betty in the furs going down between her thighs, sucking Betty as she has never been taken in her life. She is moaning and eagerly thrusting to her efforts. Having another woman pleasure her clitoris is an exciting and pleasant delight she wants to experience again. 

After Betty gets to witness Robert take Bernice from behind for a lengthy screw she is motivated to suck her out. She is at first reluctant to taste the combined juices but passion overcomes any reluctance and has Bernice screaming in joy quickly. 

Robert leisurely fur fondles Betty all over as she subsides from her sexual breakthrough. "Thank you Robert." as she dozes off to dream land. Robert and Bernice have one more loving screw and they fall asleep as well. 

The following morning Betty awakes to Robert fur fondling her body all over. "So Betty, what do you think about furs and sex now?"

"Please take me when you wish Robert. I can't be without this anymore. I need you to fulfill these new desires you have awakened in me." and with that Robert rolls her over in the furs and slides his stiff cock into her twat from behind and slowly pumps her. Betty rises close to orgasm and he keeps her suspended as he ever so slowly slips in and out pushing her face into the furs. Betty is squirming and thrusting up to him, wanting him to go faster and harder. "Oh harder .. faster Robert ... please!" 

He maintains his slow pace 'till she is craving release and squirming even more energetically in the furs. Bernice slides her twat under Betty's face as Robert quickly increases his speed and power into her twat. Betty begins eagerly sucking Bernice as she erupts in and orgasm beyond any she could imagine sending Bernice into an orgasm laying back in the furs.

As Betty is laying in the furs recovering from her early morning orgasm .. "Betty, I don't want you selfishly masturbating anymore. When you feel the urge for gratification you must seek out one of us to assist you in finding release. Do you think you would like that?"

As she rolls back face up "Oh yes. Your wish is my command." as Nancy slips over her wrapped in the Silver Fox .. "Hello Betty. So nice to see you this way and so early in the morning." as she plants a full kiss squirming and rubbing her fully nude body to Betty's. Betty has been secretly admiring Nancy since she moved in so having another fantasy fulfilled is just too much. Robert mounts Nancy from behind as she continues her loving caressing of Betty. It isn't long before Nancy is groaning to Betty with her orgasms from Robert's pummeling her twat. 

Nancy rolls away in the furs as they all fur fondle Betty. "Any one or more of us will come to your assistance whenever you feel the need. I will set you up with furs for your place and you will have access to the furs here to wear. I want to see you in fur at all times and for you to flaunt your body to me and the others in furs from time to time. I think it will be good for your self image, don't you? This is my only demand. Is this something you can live with?"

"Oh my .. I will eagerly to do what you ask." as she shakes with small orgasms from the gang fur fondling. Nancy had been furring her twat quite energetically as Robert talked to her then she stuck fingers in her twat pumping her to a very strong orgasm.


"So you see the two girls can help quite effectively." Bernice kisses her.

4

Collectively their nights and sometimes days are spent in mutual loving and sexual relations in various combinations, no one wanting for sexual gratification. 

Robert broke the quartets routine one day when he was talking with a new class mate after their class. She's a beautiful tall brunet with brown eyes and voluptuous breasts. Debbie is coming on to Robert quite strongly and he is imagining how nice his cock would feel between those nice thighs and how wonderful sucking her marvelous tits would be. The others would appreciate her as much he was sure. She's from a reasonably wealthy family and dresses in the most sensuous and seductive manner imaginable. Fine cashmere and leather. No furs. Debbie becomes the first outside toy for the group.

Debbie gets her first desires filled beyond her wildest expectations as Robert lays her in the furs of his bed, fur fondling her body all over in ways she could only have dreamed. When Robert slips his fat cock into her twat she was so eager she humped him to orgasm almost instantly. The night was not over to her amazement and surprise as he took her time after time only to find three women making love to her in furs and seducing her beyond her wildest dreams of girl on girl seductions where she had been dominant. Betty takes particular delight in her seductions, giving a big boost to her self image.

Debbie's had her tits fondled by another woman before but not like this and to be sucked out and finger fucked by them all then fucked again with Robert's big cock has her seduced and gratified in ways that will have her begging for more. Robert required she get her own furs as admittance and access to the group. She is to be "on call" for the group. 

Robert takes her to the symphony where her family sometimes goes. Other social events as well. Debbie tries dating other guys and replicating her own fur/sex situations but with disappointing to disastrous results. For total gratification she begs for release with the quartet. She's the quartets first groupie, willing and eager whore.

****

Betty is next to recruit another woman to the group, Judy, a 25 year old Lawyer she has known in the course of her business. Judy begins to confide in Betty and has become enamored with her. Betty takes the opportunity to try out her new found sexual self confidence with Judy. She pours on her seductive charm and begins using some of her gestures she has been practicing. Betty is wearing a big hooded Crystal Fox coat which she casually strokes and lets fall seductively from her shoulders. She's wearing a soft white thick weave cashmere cardigan with just a few bottom buttons fastened and her hair falling loosely over her shoulders and chest. It is clearly working ... on another woman! Well if Bernice could seduce her?

Judy is dark haired like herself but more voluptuous. They're in Judy's office talking about men and not work. Debbie has been frustrated over her recent bad experiences with brutish and insensitive men, complaining to Betty out of frustration and admiring her fur at the same time. Betty is sitting on the office couch. Judy's becoming mesmerized by Betty and the situation. She gets up and sits beside her to touch and fondle her fur.

"Its so soft and wonderful. I love it. What kind is it?" she gets carried away 'accidentally' pushing and rubbing Betty's tits while stroking the fur. Betty runs her hand through Judy's hair admiringly in response.

"It's Crystal Fox ... wish I had hair like yours ..." smiling at her seductively as she strokes her hair ... 

"I've never seen you so sexy and sensuous before Betty."

"Maybe you could come over and meet Robert, my landlord? I think you might find the situation much more to your liking." 

"You think?" Judy is shifting in a nervous and eager sort of way and nervously intensifies the fur fondling.

"I'll be there to make sure all goes well."

"Really? That might be nice indeed." as she gives Betty's tits a light squeeze. Betty kisses her lightly on the lips and softly grips her tits through her silk blouse with the long sleeves of her fur. Tomorrow at six? I'll call if it's different." She gets up and leaves totally elated. Her first 'stone cold seduction'. 

Judy is light headed with the thrill and anticipation of just what she's not sure.

Betty's heart is racing as she calls Robert on her cell phone to confirm tomorrow night. "Very good Betty. I see you no longer have issues over self confidence.

Judy is to the penthouse at six. Betty opens the door dressed in an over sized dark Sable vest with capped arm openings and a see through unbuttoned cashmere cardigan sweater and very short and tight mini skirt.

"Here Judy, you have to wear this" .. as she puts a Lynx vest with fur inside on her. She's wearing a thin cashmere V neck sweater without a bra and the fur has an immediate effect on Judy as she rubs the fur to her body. Betty hugs her, squeezing her breasts through the fur and whispers ... "We all love furs." as Robert comes out to meet her wearing a Silver Fox vest also reversed over a simple gray T shirt and slacks.

"Hello Judy. Betty has said very nice things about you and her descriptions almost do you justice."

Judy is clearly unhinged already and stammers out the obvious that's on her mind .. "Lovely furs you all have." 

"We hope you grow to like them as we do .. Dinner is ready."

Judy tries to act normal through dinner but between Betty's and Robert's admiring smiles, looks and her own new found excitement over the furs it's like a kid waiting to open the Christmas presents. She's hoping she isn't making a fool of herself. Betty lets her sweater fall open, occasionally revealing her tits to Judy.

After desert Robert begins clearing the table and the two women chip in. Robert is just drying his hands when Betty almost pushes Judy in front of him in the kitchen. "Judy thinks she would like to know the meaning of real passion and tenderness." 




The Landlord



"Yes ... what Betty said ... she says in short breathy speech ... please .... oh my god ... I'm so embarrassed." as she is about to bolt Robert pulls her close to him and whispers ..

"You get to do what you want." as he strokes her with furs and nuzzles into her hair as he whispers. Judy is seduced. "Why don't you two find out more about each other on the couch first and I'll join you shortly. I'm sure Betty has some things to show you." 

Betty smiles with glee as she wraps her arms around Judy from behind, nuzzling in her hair, kissing her neck and firmly squeezing her breasts again. Judy moans softly with a sweet smile as they walk over to the couch which is covered in many furs. 

Betty pushes Judy deep into the furs and slips off her sweater, revealing her luscious breasts. Furs are all over her as she slips off her skirt in the fondling and has her own sweater off. Betty lays down on Judy's breasts with her own and they kiss with the passion of lovers. Betty raises up with Judy and wraps a full Chinchilla coat around Judy with the soft fur to her bare skin. Judy moans loudly with a big smile and clings to Betty kissing again. She feels a pair of strong hands grip her breasts in the midst of their kiss that squeezes them firmly through the heavenly soft Chinchilla. Judy shakes with a small orgasm and more deeply kisses Betty.

Betty lays her back into the furs as she and Robert look down on her.

"What exactly has been your problem Judy? ... Robert asks like a psychiatrist, then a big smile breaks across his face ... hanging around with the wrong crowd? Didn't mother warn you about that?" as they both continue fur fondling her generously all over. Betty rubs the Chinchilla over her twat as she moans submissively. She belongs to Betty and the group now and she knows it as a big soft smile breaks over her whole face, willing to be taken fully.

Robert picks her up in his arms in a big bundle of furs and heads for the bedroom. Betty brings many of the other furs. Judy no sooner hits the bed then Betty is between her thighs pinching her clitoris between her lips. Judy is erupting in full blown orgasms in short order with Robert fur fondling her and sucking her marvelous tits in unison with the clitoris pinching. She can no longer hear her own moaning for her internal excitement.

"Please Robert .. take me .. screw me for all you've got." and with that she feels his fat cock swell inside her, filling her in a way she has never experienced .. or is it just because of the furs? He slowly slides in and out .. her expectations are so great she erupts in an orgasm almost instantly but is surprised when his pumping increases. She erupts again and again with his continuing thrusts and as she approaches another she feels his cock swell even larger and hot fluids pump into her hot twat as she erupts in her biggest orgasm ever.

Judy is suddenly inspired with the desire to have him her way as she flips Robert over in the furs on his back and begins pumping him for all she's worth in wanton and mindless passion. She begins a series of massive orgasms that have her wracking in spasms as she pumps on his cock. Robert is pumping strong pulse after pulse into her hot and wanting twat 'till the fluids flow from her creating a sloshing sound with her fucking Robert. Robert lays there smiling with a big knowing smile. They fall asleep together after Judy is totally spent.

Judy awakes in the morning with Nancy between her thighs, Betty kissing her in a furry embrace and Bernice fur fondling her tits and body. Robert is behind Nancy with his cock wrapped in fur, slowly stroking it and smiling down on them all. Judy is already into her first orgasm of the morning.

"Seems the other women got excited over hearing about you as well and they just had to cum and see for themselves. Judy is wildly writhing and squirming in the furs as orgasms rip through her totally uncontrolled. She is completely addicted now and another team fuck whore as Nancy slides aside and Robert slips his big cock between her labia lips slowly and deliberately. Judy is screaming for his rapacious and wanton screwing of her. "Fuck me hard and long .. Oh my god I want it ... need it." as Robert slowly increases the speed just shy of her desires for quite awhile. 

"You're saying you want to be our fuck whore Judy?"

"Yes please." as she screams for release. He then quickly and rapidly thrusts hard as he can and like a trip hammer. Judy erupts in a ferocious orgasm and collapses, limp .. "Please let me cum with you guys more?"

"You have to get some of your own furs to share and we will satisfy your deepest sexual cravings. You can accompany me to social events and occasions as well if you would like?"

"Oh yes .. all those I will willingly and eagerly do."

Judy becomes a regular and Betty's personal 'outside' fur slave. It also seems Robert has his own first class personal Real Estate Lawyer 'on retainer'. 

5

Bernice is talking to a sweet new freshman in the student center and the conversation quickly turns to guys and eventually gets from her the desires she thinks she has for girls. "I don't mean to imply I want you to make love to me but my sexual frustrations are out of hand and since I just turned 18 I'm wanting to loose my virginity in as good and memorable a way as I can. I've been looking around for a good candidate .. regardless of age but none seem at all inspiring or right. A couple of my profs want to screw me I know.

"How would you like a really attentive and sensitive lover to take your cherry and have some wonderful girl on girl sex too?" 

Heidi shivers with excitement as Bernice talks.

"He's young and really handsome to boot."

"Who is this?"

"My landlord and lover." as she strokes Heidi's thick blond hair looking into her eager blue eyes as she is nearly drooling from her pouting lips. "You won't regret it." 

Heidi is smiling and clearly fantasizing making love to Bernice while being screwed by a handsome young stud. Little does she know in her inexperienced mind what is in store for her.

"Tonight? Why wait."

"OK."

"Come to my place first."

Heidi knocks on Bernice's door and Nancy answers it draped in a White Arctic Fox floor length cape, fur in and suede out .. nothing else with her red muff on display. Heidi gasps as she is ushered inside into Bernice's furry arms as the door closes behind her. She's wearing the hooded Crysta Fox coat and Heidi is sandwiched in fur between Nancy and herself. "We need to get you properly dressed for your initiation Heidi." as they begin removing her clothes. She shakes with excitement as the two womens hands and furs move over her body and she is soon bare between them as they hug her. Nancy's nude body is pressing to hers with furs all around her. Heidi is already moaning as Bernice wraps her in the Chinchilla cape. Heidi is near orgasm already in expectation. 

"Time to loose your sweet cherry Heidi." Nancy says fur fondling her all over with Bernice.

When they get upstairs Betty, Debbie and Judy are lounging in furs, their nudity on display with the chairs and couch draped in furs. Heidi is sat in the couch and buried in furs in Betty's arms beside her. Unknown to Heidi she will become Betty's room mate and fur slave. Betty begins fur fondling her tits and labia as she lays her back into the furs. "You are mine now sweet Heidi." she gasps with the soft sensations as Betty kisses her. Heidi has kissed girls before in what she thought was passionate kissing. She was wrong. Betty's kiss is long with deep tongue and firmer fondling of her labia, a finger slipping to her clitoris. Heidi gasps, sucking in Betty's kiss and she lightly orgasms.

The other women had already circled around and are generously fur fondling her all over. Heidi is in an ethereal realm already with light orgasms flowing through her. It's like a meditative state that she has experienced in her yoga classes on occasion only deeper and a lot more full body feeling. The Chinchilla is taking its toll on any resistance she might have. Its softness to her fondled tits is other worldly. Gasping and shaking she looks up to see Robert holding his cock in fur, draped in a grand dark Sable cape, the fur inside and out. 

"Tell me when you are ready my sweet virgin." as the women lift her from the couch and carry her into the bedroom, laying her in the Lynx spread.

"I'm ready." she whispers .. too weak and helpless to hardly speak. She thinks that it couldn't be any better than in a dream to loose her virginity. Heidi is now convinced this is a dream as she feels Roberts big cock slip just past her labia lips. The shock has her looking between her thighs at the fat cock parting her lips with utter amazement. Robert slips it back and forth, presses on her clitoris and drags it up and down her slit slowly and deliberately a bit deeper with each stroke 'till he touches her maidenhead. Heidi feels this and looks up at him in utter surprise and amazement, shaking with small orgasms.

"This has to be a dream?" 

"No my sweet one. You are about to loose your virginity. Are you ready?" as he slowly strokes back and forth going no deeper. Heidi is struck with a stronger orgasm and shutters with further amazement. "Oh my it really is happening!"

"Yes sweetie. Are you ready now?"

"Oh my if it is this good now!! My oh my yes .. please take me." and Robert thrusts forward, parting her veil as she moans loudly with the sharp pain. He holds inside her for her to adjust and for the pain to subside and kisses her passionately. "Oh my ... It's so comlete! ... Please ravage me."

Robert ferociously pummels her to an almost instant cataclysmic orgasm and keeps right on going without pause. Heidi thought it would be one big one and it would be over. She quakes with orgasm on orgasm as Robert continues to pummel her sweet tight and soft twat. Heidi goes to yet another meditative level of intense feeling as the orgasms pulse through her malleable body. She faints. 

Heidi awakes to five women fur fondling her body and massaging her all over. It is nearly as fine as the orgasms she was wracked with. Betty is between her thighs and sucking her juices. Heidi begins softer but sustained orgasms to her ministering. Betty then slides up to her and flesh to flesh contact, kissing her with the juices still in her mouth. Heidi is transported by the sensations, tastes and smells to a new erotic place which she will never forget. Heidi falls asleep from exhaustion.

She awakes in a darkened room, disoriented at first not sure where she is or what is happening. She finally realizes and is laying on her back in deep soft furs on a slight incline, feet down and thighs spread. She is wrapped totally in furs with the five women around her and Robert kneeling between her thighs, his cock laying at the bottom of the fur covered ramp fully extended and awaiting her thick and swollen labia lips. The women slide her down to his cock tip and Robert grips her hips through the furs pulling her down and thrusting his cock deep into her twat. Heidi moans loudly and orgasms lightly. The women then begin sliding her up and down the fur ramp and on his cock very slowly and constantly. Soft sloshing sounds from Roberts ejaculation into her first orgasm is all she can hear besides her own heavy breathing. Everything is muffled by the furs. She wants another orgasm desperately and is so close yet not quite there. If only they would move her faster. She has no control over her situation and that alone has her sexually hyper. The women are looking down at her with kind and tender looks and fur fondling her as they move her. Heidi is getting desperate for another orgasm. "Please ... faster ... please!!" They continue the same slow movement. She twitches and squeezes his cock in her with her vagina muscles from the sexual tension she feels in ways she didn't know she could. She continues to do this and she can feel Roberts hot cum pulse into her womb but she still can't reach orgasm. "Oh god please!!"

"Are you ready to completely submit Heidi?"

"Oh yes, please anything for release."

Robert lifts her up off the ramp and pumps her on his rigid post very fast and she has a cataclysmic orgasm, writhing and twisting on his cock. She goes limp as a rag doll. The women lay her in the bed and wrap her in furs. She falls asleep instantly.

She awakes with the sun streaming in on her, again disoriented but a feeling of utter fulfillment and completeness. She smells breakfast. 

Stumbling from bed with the Chinchilla wrapped around herself she follows the smells down the hall and enters the dining room. All are seated around the table dressed in furs. Betty says .. "Did you sleep well ... good dreams?" Heidi realizes her crotch is encrusted with dried cum and her fluids and her pussy aches. 

"Those weren't dreams thankfully ... though at times they were dream like. Do I have time to shower?"

"I'll join you." Robert says taking her hand.

They soak and scrub each other then Robert lifts her up against the shower wall and thrusts deep into her almost instantly pumping her full as she orgasms violently. They wash clean and return in their furs.

Bernice volunteers to take her back to her dorm after breakfast.

Several weeks go by during which Heidi has several fucking dates with a few athletes and a couple of famous campus fuckers and the professors. She is totally dissatisfied and horny as hell despite all the supposedly high quality and experienced cock. She was sexually safe, hygienic and cautious. She had to get back to the penthouse so she called Bernice.

They all meet in Roberts living room. "I want to be with you guys and only you." 

"So you are ready to be our group ex virgin fuck?" Robert asks her.

At first Heidi is stunned by his words but with a flash of sexual excitement she realizes that is what she desperately wants.

"Yes .. and I would like to get out of the dorm."

"You'll move in with me ... Betty tells her ... It's already been settled." as she moves over to her and has her in her arms. Heidi wraps her arms around her like a safe harbor. "We will sleep together." with Heidi smiling in eager acceptance kissing Betty with her pouting lips. "You should thank Robert by using those wonderful lips in the best way possible for his pleasure Hedi." Betty encourages.

She goes over to Roger, pushing him back in the furs of the couch. She begins to suck on the tip of his already swollen cock, licking the precum off and running her tongue around the tip, up the bottom side to the tip and swallows the tip to the back of her throat. She begins to bob energetically on his stiff shaft and has Robert groaning with pleasure in no time at all, his hands stroking her soft thick blond hair, watching her soft boobs bouncing as she bobs. He begins to fondle their softness and tweaks her hard nipples, making her moan on his cock with the pleasure. Robert soon erupts as she takes all his jizzum and keeps on pumping. Robert is loosing his grip on things with the pleasure she is giving him as he erupts yet again. Heidi carries him to yet a third ejaculation before relenting. With his juices still on her lips she falls on his body and kisses him full mouth in a long and passionate kiss. "I'm your willing and eager cock sucking fuck-whore."

She then goes around and kisses all the women, sharing the juices with all. The women then gang suck her to multiple orgasms in the furs for complete and total initiation. 

Heidi moves in with Betty that weekend. Betty is delighted with Heidi's presence and company. They cuddle in the furs around the apartment and every night with sexual stimulations relaxing them before sleep. Other nights are spent screwing with Robert or making love with Nancy and Bernice. Heidi delights in sucking off Robert and getting all the baby treatment from the others. Care and attention she had never received at home though her father had tried to screw her on several occasions.

It's agreed between Robert, Nancy, Bernice, Betty and Heidi that no more recruits will live in the building but are visitor or outside slave status like Judy and Debbie.

6

Robert's real estate empire began to grow and soon Nancy and Bernice are involved in helping run the business. Judy is working out very well as his lawyer. It is expected that when she is ready Heidi will step in as well. She already has been filling in part time. Betty continues with her engineering. With new found confidence she is advancing much quicker and taking on bigger projects. 

They now socialize more as a group and travel quite frequently together. Robert having these beautiful women around him has begun to be a presence he is noted for. They have their own box at the symphony and attend as a fur clad group. It seems to attract even more women to him rather than repel them. 

Some of his women clients receive special treatment to their delight. This reputation draws even more women to him. In the strictest financial and deal negotiations perspective he is always more than fair so no one has any room to complain. Their only complaint is that they don't get to take him and some of his women home with them. It does give them a new perspective on what is important to them in their sexual relationships and the local furriers are his greatest fans.

Many guys are very upset with his tactics and the undue influence they feel he has on the women around them. It's a further aggravation when this young upstart is so swift with his dealings and is able to grow his company so well and so fast, often at their expense or lost deal. Without anyone realizing Robert has focused on dealing almost exclusively with women in his contacts and networking even when the "client" or "owner" is a man. His tactics are stealthy in a way that men never come to realize. His understanding from his mother and her relationship with his father becomes another instruction manual. She was instrumental in relationships they had as a team in making their financial lives so successful. Again he can feel their praise and approval. Nancy and the others are eager agents and gossip gatherers. 

As the business grows and formalizes Nancy becomes office manager, Bernice handles all the internal office work and Heidi is the all around secretary, receptionist and gofer. Since Robert began remodeling and modifying his properties Betty came into the company to manage all the construction related tasks. They're considering getting into construction of new buildings. Judy is still their lawyer and her involvement has grown with the business. 

Most general office meetings are held in the penthouse, nude and in furs of course. It keeps their business up close and very personal. All have a voice in the business. The women know they will never want. Their apartments are enlarged and upgraded, generous clothing allowances and generous salaries with benefits.

Any one of them may bring a special treat with a new woman introduced to the group from time to time. Heidi still likes to bring Robert the occasional eager volunteer virgin for their "sacrifices". She gets especially excited over their deflowering, like reliving her own. Occasionally a client is invited for "dinner". They are the main course of course. Getting fucked in their business dealings with Robert and his women has a very different meaning. 

Many furry sexual relations for you too. 



The Landlord



Jenny had arrived home at her digs, a room in a shared house with Ted, the landlord. He was a total creep, in his sixties and a total pervert. It looked like he hadn't shaved for a fortnight, hadn't brushed his few remaining teeth for a month and as for having a bath, forget it. His vest he never seemed to change and the stains on it varied from ketchup, beer and god knows what else. His nicotine stained fingers and halitosis should have been sufficient to keep even the rats away. As she entered the house, he was always there to greet her, his eyes undressing her and she always felt uneasy. Furthermore, she was sure he had been rifling through her underwear drawer in her room as when she went to select a change of underwear, they stank of his unmistakable tobacco from his pipe. She felt like vomiting when she changed her clothing and tried to find alternative hiding places for her clothing. 

He stood in the way as she entered the house and she had to brush past him to reach the stairs. He grinned his almost toothless grin at her as her body pressed against his as she endeavoured to get past him. She felt his eyes on her as she ascended the stairs, grateful that today she wore trousers and not her usual short skirt. God, how she hated this god awful hell-hole. She was sure glad she was spending the weekend with Mark who was travelling down to spend the weekend with her.

Jenny unlocked the suit case she'd hidden under the bed and pulled out her new slinky scarlet underwear she'd bought especially for this weekend. She'd missed Mark and was looking forward to his company for the weekend, looking forward to spending all night making love, having him undress her and enjoying her new sexy lingerie.

Jenny had joined a gym, not necessarily because she wanted to keep fit, but because she felt comfortable in the showers there. She was sure that Ted could see her in the communal bathroom and ensured she showered at the gym. She packed some things and scooted off to freshen up before Mark arrived.

Jenny had told Mark about Ted and how much of a creep he was. Mark showed great concern but didn't sound so convincing when she asked him to have a word with Ted. Mark smiled but his eyes showed a different emotion that Jenny couldn't quite identify. She was unaware that Mark was scheming, he was up to something but she didn't know what. By Monday, she'd know.

They enjoyed a meal together before going on to a club. Jenny was looking really hot in her low cut blouse and tight fitting, calf length jeans. When she walked, her arse looked like a bulldog chewing gum, her wiggle turning heads, as always. If Mark could have got away with it, he'd have fucked her there and then, with an audience. It's not like that hadn't done that sort of thing before, fucking in public places, carefree. Jenny wanted to unwind first and having worked hard, she wanted to play hard. Jenny was aware of the looks she received and it boosted her ego to think that every straight guy in the place would give their right arm for a night in the sack with her. Perversely enough, the very thought gave Mark an ego boost, too, knowing his girlfriend was wanted by every bloke in the place, and it gave him much pleasure to know that whilst they all wanted her and may fantasise about her tonight with their partner (or wanking themselves off over her image), it would be Mark who would be taking Jenny home tonight, cuddling her, rubbing her shoulders, kissing her neck, helping her out of her clothing, revealing her sexy body, fondling those beautiful tits, making those nipples pert and erect, licking and sucking her soft warm tits. It would be Mark who would watch her finger herself whilst he fondled her, Mark who would be helping her out of her jeans, removing her briefs, stroking her neatly trimmed pubic hair, inserting his tongue into her warm moist pussy, tasting her juices, hearing her soft murmuring as she groaned in pleasure, her moans intensifying as his fingers probed at her. It would be Mark's own erection that would experience the sensation of her sweet hand on his hard cock, her tongue over the tip of his erection. It would be his cock that she would crave and beg for and, after a bit of teasing, he would treat her to the full length of his manhood, penetrating her. It would be Mark who would be the one she'd fuck tonight. Mark realised his thoughts had aroused him and he moved closer to Jenny so she could feel the bulge in his groin.

"So you have missed me, then?" Jenny said smiling, grinding herself into Mark.

"You bet" Mark said. He still couldn't get the thought of her with someone else out of his mind. He really wanted her to try it, but only if he could watch. He'd seen her once before on a visit to New York, and it had really turned him on to see her sexually entertaining two total strangers. He felt the sensation of his own erection making his own underwear wet and he tried desperately to think of potato peelings and road traffic accidents, anything to take his mind off sex and allow his erection to cool off a bit. There'd be plenty of time for sexual relief this weekend and Jenny was so up for some company.

Mark had ensured she'd been juiced up, plying her with drinks all night. Jenny was getting tipsy and was getting a little out of control. She'd been boogying all night and was starting to wilt, the effects of a difficult week, a long day and an excess of alcohol was taking it's toll. Mark hadn't planned for the fact she might respond this way and had to carry her to the taxi rank to get her home. So much for seeing Jenny get off with a stranger tonight, Mark sighed to himself. She was so pissed, he doubted that she'd even fuck him, let alone someone else.

Back at her digs, it was around 2am when Mark opened the front door, Jenny hanging like a rag doll with on arm over his shoulder, his arm around her waist almost dragging her into the house. Mark hadn't met Ted before but Ted was awake and was there to greet them. He smiled his evil grin at them both but Jenny was all but unconscious. Mark nodded, focusing more on helping his partner upstairs.

"Pissed, is she?" Ted enquired, interestedly. Mark nodded.

"You couldn't open her door for me, could you?" he asked. Ted smirked and reached for the key he kept in his pocket. They passed the door of Ted's room and Mark could hear the unmistakable sound of a porno film showing on Ted's TV. Ted went first up the stairs, looking back regularly at them. From his vantage point of a couple of stairs higher then them, he could easily see down Jenny's plunging top at her ample cleavage and her sexy, barely there, red bra.

Mark was too focused on helping Jenny up the stairs to notice Ted's actions. Ted opened the door and Mark dragged Jenny into the room, laying her gently on the bed, then lifting her legs so they, too, were on the bed.

Knowing she might vomit later in the night, he asked if Ted had a bowl they could borrow. Ted suggested that Mark should explore the kitchen downstairs. Maybe he'd find one in the larder or under the sink. Mark wondered why Ted hadn't gone to get it himself but he shrugged his shoulders and went off downstairs in search of some receptacle to catch her puke in. Eventually, he found a bucket but it was filthy and Mark had to clean it with some cheap watery bleach he'd found. This place was disgusting and he was repulsed by the filth. Happy that the receptacle was clean enough for the purpose of receiving vomit, he cleaned a glass and filled it with cold water so Jenny would have something to rinse her mouth with. There was no certainty she was going to throw up, but Mark didn't fancy going in search for a bucket in a couple of hours time.

He was making his way back up the stairs, aware that others in the shared house may be asleep, so he tip toed upwards towards Jenny's room. He heard noises from her room and he crept up to the doorway. The door had been closed but not completely and he gently peered around the door. The sight before him took his breath away.

Ted had removed his own clothes and his old, wrinkly body was knelt on the bed between his lovely girlfriend's long luscious legs. Ted was sporting a hard on and was slowly stroking his own meat with one hand, his other hand stroking one of Jenny's breasts. Ted, oblivious to his surroundings, was lost in his own little fantasy world and was enjoying every last second of it. He pulled at Jenny's top and saw her sexy bra. Using both hands, he tugged roughly at her top, pulling up to her neck and revealing Jenny's breasts.

"Oh yes, my lovely" he whispered, his eyes wide, his breathing rasping, 55 years of smoking having it's effect on his respirations. At first Mark thought he was trying to cuddle her as his arms disappeared under her back, but it was only to unclip her new scarlet bra. Happy with his actions, Ted pulled at the offending article until her breasts were bare.

"Oh yes" he whispered again. "I always knew I'd feel your tits at some time" he said, his mouth dribbling. 

"I've seen them when you first arrived my darling" Ted continued, knowing she was totally unconscious, "I've seen you through my special spy hole in the bathroom. Why don't you shower here any more? Anyway, I knew you'd let me touch your tits one day. You do want me to touch them, don't you?"

"Yes, Ted. Feel my tits" Ted said in a higher pitched voice and Mark thought he was watching something out of "Psyco". The scene before him could have been straight of a Hitchcock movie. The pretence continued as Mark watched from the door.

"Is that nice, dearie?" Ted said in his normal voice.

"Yes, Ted. That's lovely. Squeeze my tits harder" he said in his assumed voice.

Ted continued with his schizophrenic act, pretending that Jenny had asked for her tits to be sucked. Ted's old almost toothless mouth sucking at Jenny's young pert tits had Mark almost cumming in his pants.

Jenny didn't murmur or stir at all as Ted continued his violation of her more private parts and, had she been awake, she would have needed the bucket that Mark held to puke in. But she remained unconscious, unaware of her land lord fondling her tits, her nipples responding to the stimulation. Mark had quietly placed the bucket and glass on the floor and was trying to control his own trouser snake as he watched in perverse delight.

"Finger me" Ted said in his pretend female voice. Ted struggled with her jeans, they were very tight and Mark, at one point, was tempted to go and give the old bloke a hand. Eventually Ted had been able to pull her jeans off, but had left him almost breathless and his face was as red as a beetroot. Ted was trembling as his fingers probed at her very brief briefs. Mark was trembling too.

"Put your finger in me, Ted" he said again to himself and he slowly moved her briefs to one side and revealed Jenny's perfect pubic mound. His face was still red with the exertion and his nicotine stained fingers entered Mark's girlfriend, slowly penetrating her pussy. The stimulation of her tits had moistened her a little and his finger met very little resistance. He removed his fingers and held them close to his own nose, sniffing at the aroma of Jenny's juices. He smiled.

"I love you" he said in her voice.

"How much?" he rasped in his own voice.

"Enough to want to fuck you" he said in her voice. In a flash, he'd pulled at her briefs and with almost as much exertion as it took to remove her jeans, he pulled her panties off, sniffing them before carefully throwing them onto his own pile of clothes. They were to be his evidence, his trophy. He'd keep them in his trouser pocket. Maybe he might even try them on, her pussy juices against his balls. Ted smiled again at the thought.

He licked his fingers that were covered in her juices before burying his head between her legs, his unshaven chin grazing the inside of her thigh, leaving red marks on her soft silky skin. Ted tried to taste her as much as he could, his tobacco breath breathing up her most personal parts, his grey matted hair entwining with her soft pubic hair.

Ted sat up for a few moments, regaining his breath, his cock still firm, his grey pubic hair also looked matted and greasy. 

"Are you ready to fuck, my dear?" he asked, very gentlemanly, which was in total contrast to his attitude.

"I want to fuck you" he said in her voice.

"You, want to fuck me?" he clarified.

"Yes, I want to fuck you. I've always wanted to fuck you. I want you to fuck me. I want us to fuck each other" he said in her voice. Mark thought this sort of thing only happened in dreams. But this was reality and his girlfriend's pussy was about to be plundered by this aged pervert with a split personality. Mark stood, rooted to the spot as this oddball of a landlord lowered himself on to his girlfriend.

Ted fumbled with his fingers, trying to guide himself in to her pussy which was moist mostly from his own saliva, trembling as his swollen organ approached her vaginal lips. He could barely breathe, his rasping making him sound like a late night phone caller. 

Mark physically held his breath as Ted's throbbing erection slowly entered Jenny and Ted's own breathing doubled with the excitement.

"Fuck me then, dearie" the old man said in his own voice.

"Deeper, Ted. Oh, you're so big!" Ted muttered in his pretend girlie voice. In one swift movement, he was fully inside her, as deep as his five and a bit inches would allow, his grubby grey pubic hair rubbing against Jenny's pubes. 

"Oh yes!" he muttered and Mark was uncertain who's voice it was meant to be. Whatever, the scene before him was sickening yet strangely erotic, watching your own partner being screwed by a stranger. The most repulsive of strangers at that.

Until now, Jenny was pretty oblivious to the situation and it may have remained that way if Ted hadn't leaned forward and kissed her full on the mouth. Despite her drunken state, she responded more in reflex at the bad breath. Her eyes tried desperately to focus but the alcohol level was still too great and the sudden adrenalin rush increased her heart rate and, with it, the pulsating feeling within her head – the hangover was commencing but the nightmare was in full swing.

She tried to scream but her throat was too dry. Ted was really getting off on this.

"I like a woman with spirit" he rasped, trying to laugh but his breathing denying him the possibility. Jenny tried to coordinate herself to fight the monster off but all that happened is the increased motion merely enhanced Ted's enjoyment.

"You're loving it, aren't you sweetie?" he rasped and the terror dawned on Jenny that it was Ted who was having sex with her. She suddenly felt violently sick and her stomach began to heave, causing her body to rise up, forcing his stubby little erection deeper into her. Mark was unaware of her sensations and assumed she was responding to Ted's sexual advances and was enjoying it. 

Ted didn't actually care what she thought, he was on the verge on climax and with a final thrust, he blew his load into her waiting vagina, white washing her womb with his wrinkly sperm. His skin was sweating and he trembled like he was hypothermic.

He withdrew his cock from Jenny's pussy and wiped the mess off it with her discarded panties before placing them nonchalantly into his trouser pocket. He picked up the rest of his clothes and put them over his arm, brushing past Mark who was stood at the doorway, still in shock.

"She's all yours" Mark heard him say as he brushed past. Mark entered the room and saw his lovely girl friend lying on the bed, some one else's spunk oozing out of her pussy, the red rash around her inner thighs from Ted's unshaven beard like a love bite. She'd passed out again, the adrenalin rush sending her back into unconsciousness.

Mark climbed onto the bed and lay next to her, the smell of her perfume mingled with the smell of sex and cum accentuating her sexuality. Mark put his arm around her and felt her soft warm body, her gentle breathing. He nestled into her neck, his lips kissing the soft skin of her shoulder, licking her neck gently, kissing her cheek as he passed. His tongue probed at her ear lobe and she responded, turning to face him. As though on auto pilot, she knew it was Mark and her hand reached out for him, finding the unmistakable bulge in Marks groin. In her drunken state, she smiled and groped at him, finding his zip and releasing his hard on from his trousers.

Mark closed his eyes as her hands worked on him, and he was ready to cum. He probed at her moist pussy, not at all repulsed at the feel of the old man's spunk on his fingers, making her pussy feel lubricated. Jenny had expertly undone Mark's trousers and had removed sufficient of his manhood to the open air. Free of any restrictions, Mark rolled on top of Jenny and entered her, his erect cock sliding into her with ease. His mind raced back to the previous half an hour and the visions of Ted stuffing his tiny manky cock into Jenny, how she appeared to respond, how Ted had ejaculated inside her. God, it made Mark feel horny. He started pumping his cock deep inside Jenny, his size registering in her intoxicated mind and the sensation caused her to respond, raising her hips into his. Her mouth found Mark's and their tongues entwined, Mark thrusting his manhood deeper into her vagina, their breathing in unison, laboured but content.

Jenny murmured incomprehensible sounds and Mark strained his ears to understand her.

"Fuck me" she begged, the words barely understandable. Mark could stand no more, he was there. He forced himself deep into her.

"Fuck me, I'm cumming" he whispered in her ear, climaxing in the process, his spunk mixing with Ted's like a sperm cocktail, shaken not stirred.

Mark continued fucking Jenny and within minutes, she came too, her back arching and her muscles all tense as her climax racked her body like a hurricane.

She collapsed back into unconsciousness and Mark collapsed next to her, both falling into a deep sleep.

They were awoken around 10am next morning by the sound of heavy footsteps downstairs. Mark threw his clothes on and wandered on to the landing to see what the commotion was. Two paramedics and two police officers stood at the bottom of the stairs.

"What's going on?" Mark enquired.

"Nothing to worry about, sir" a police officer replied, "The gentleman in the downstairs room has had a stroke and is being rushed to hospital".

Jenny wandered out on to the landing, a gown wrapped tightly around her. 

"What happened?" she said, concern and confusion mixed with the usual hangover symptoms.

"You won't be seeing much of Ted for a while" Mark replied. Jenny sighed like the weight of the world had been removed from her shoulders.

"Thank god for that" she replied. "I had this awful nightmare last night. That's the last time I get drunk" she vowed. Little did she know the truth of the nightmare. 

Mark wondered if he should tell her the truth. After all, she had (or appeared to have) responded to the old man's advances by fucking back at him. But, there again, she could argue that Mark should have stopped him. She was so drunk, she'd not properly remember and she'd assumed the semen had been from Mark. They'd not seen each other for a while, so there was bound to be plenty of cum. Should he tell her, he wondered to himself? 

Maybe. 

But not yet, he thought to himself. If it were your partner, would you tell?



The Landlord



I was just entering second year of college and decided to rent a room instead of going back to residence. It was so noisy there and the food sucked. So I thought finding a room would be better.

Checking the Student Housing Office on campus I found a couple of places that seemed interesting. After checking them out, I decided to take the room at Mrs. Johnson's house.

Mrs. Johnson, or Mary as she wanted me to call her, was about 60. She had a full time job but needed the extra cash from my rent to make ends meet. She had been a widow for 2 years and had 3 grown children who lived on their own. I would have complete run of the house and all meals were provided. It was quite the deal.

Right from the start, Mary was constantly teasing me. There were the jokes with sexual overtones, the gentle touches to my arms and face and even the occasional peeks down her tops. There was no mistaking the fact there was some sexual tension between us even though she was so much older.

Mary certainly didn't look her age. She had a nice figure and a beautiful face.

One day, we were joking around as usual and I put my hand on her back. It was the first time I had "touched" her. Mary only looked at me and smiled. I could feel her bra through her top. The feel of it made me hard.

A little while later, Mary and I had been telling jokes. She kind of shocked when she told me a dirty joke. It was about a blond and her ass. I don't remember the joke but we both laughed. I then made a comment about how she would freak if some guy held her ass. Mary just looked at me with a mischievous grin and said, "Well why don't you try it and find out then."

We just stood there looking at each other. Mary's grin was challenging me to touch her ass. So I reached out and put my hand firmly on her ass. Mary didn't flinch. So I squeezed. I could feel her panties through her pants. "See!! I didn't freak. I've had my ass squeezed before and I remember liking it if I do recall." So that started my swatting and pinching her ass several times each day. Mary seemed to love the attention.

A few days after this, I was working on my studies after dinner at the kitchen table. I liked to work there because the table was big enough for all my books and supplies. I had been working for an hour or so when Mary came into the kitchen. She poured herself something from the fridge. I was not paying attention to her. Suddenly I heard her voice from right behind my head. "What are you working on?" Then I felt her head right beside mine. Our ears were touching. It was then I could feel her tits pressed into my shoulder.

"I'm..... I... um... I am working on.... Um... my algebra homework." All I could do was stutter out my response.

"Um. I hated algebra. I couldn't concentrate on it very well. I always wanted to be doing something different." Mary moved her tits across my shoulders a little.

I was paralysed. I didn't move a muscle. "It's ok. I need this course for my degree otherwise I wouldn't be taking it."

"I understand. But there are many more things that are much more interesting." Mary moved again then added, "I best leave before you can't concentrate at all any more." With that, Marry was gone.

I did have a problem in my pants after that. Her tits had felt great. It took a while before I could concentrate again on the algebra.

All the time I had been at Mary's, I had dated and even gotten a few pieces of tail. But they were few and far between. It was not long after that incident with her tits that I had a date with a girl on campus. She turned out to be a major cock tease. She was flirting like crazy and rubbing her body on me as we danced. But every time I put a hand on her, she pushed it away. I was not even trying to be sexual. I mean if I touched her back or her arm, she pushed my hand away. After a couple of hours of her rubbing against me, I was hard and ready to go. The problem was, she wasn't interested. I think she got her rocks off teasing men to the limit.

The dance floor at the pub was crowded. At one point she turned from me and started to dance with another guy. That was cool. Everyone was mixing like that. She was really rubbing him good. As the song ended, they didn't stop rubbing. Another song started and a buddy of that guy moved in on her. She was rubbing him now. From that point on, she never looked at me again. Eventually I headed to the bar and bought a beer. I just stood there and watched her tease the other guys. A couple of songs later I said, "Fuck it!!!!" and left to head home.

When I got to Mary's, it was early by my standards. It was just before eleven. As I came in, I heard the television in the den. I called out, "Hello!" to Mary so she would know I was home. I didn't wait for a reply but turned and bounded up the stairs toward my room.

The house was a side split. At the top of the stairs there was a bedroom on either side of the hall. Mary's room was on the right. At the end of the hall were two more bedrooms. Mine was at the end of the hall on the left. As you walked down the hall, just before the bathroom, the hall jutted to the left. The bathroom door was back behind this corner. So coming out of the bathroom, you could not see down the hall until your rounded the little corner of the jut out.

Even if you had a stunt co-ordinator on site, you could not have orchestrated what happened any better. Just at the instant I got to the corner, Mary came out of the bathroom with her head down and started to round the corner heading to her room. We collided face to face. It was a pretty good hit as neither of us was expecting the other to be there. We both started to fall and I reached out and grabbed Mary. I held on to her. It took a second or two before we were both steady on our feet.

The only thing I had noticed before we hit was that Mary had been taking a shower and she was naked now.

"Are you ok?" I asked Mary.

"Yeah! I'm ok. Where did you come from?"

"Bad date. I came home early. I called out to you when I came in."

"I didn't hear you. Water was running in the bathroom."

All this only took a few seconds. I was still holding Mary in my arms. Only problem was, my cock had started to grow because I was holding this beautiful naked woman.

We just stood there for a bit and looked into each other eyes. Mary didn't move or try to break my hold. My cock was growing by the second.

"So how bad was the date?" Mary asked me.

"Bad enough. A real tease."

"You mean like me?" I didn't answer. "I can feel she must have been really turning you on." Mary moved her hips, which moved her stomach across my cock.

"I'm... sorry. I didn't mean....."

Mary kissed me on the lips. We didn't break the kiss for several seconds. "I'm glad she teased you. Now maybe you'll take advantage of me!!!!! I've been waiting for you to be hard and horny." We kissed again. This time, Mary moved her hand and put it directly on my cock. She started to stroke me through my pants.

We just stood there kissing with her stroking me for several minutes. Finally Mary said, "I think one of us is over dressed. Come with me." She pulled out of my arms, took my hand and led me to her room. Once inside, she let go of my hand. Quickly she picked up her dirty clothes she had laid on the bed. Then she walked around the room lighting candles. As she did this, I just stood and watched her naked body. Mary looked very good naked. She stood about 5'7, and maybe 135 pounds. Her skin was a little loose and her tits had sagged but that was to be expected. All in all, she was very very sexy. My cock was fully hard and ready for action.

When the candles were glowing, Mary walked up to me and took my face in her hands. She kissed me. What a soft and sensual kiss. I took her in my arms and pulled her body against mine. Mary's hands moved to my shirt and undid the buttons. Before I knew it, my shirt was open. She then undid my belt and unzipped my pants. Hooking her thumbs in my shorts, she pushed my pants and shorts down at the same time. My cock was now pointing directly at her belly.

I shrugged my shirt off my shoulders and let it land on the floor. With my feet, I pushed my pants off. Now I only had my socks on. Quickly I peeled them off.

Mary stepped into me. Our bodies were pressed together. Her tits were in my chest. My cock was pressed into her belly. "I have been dreaming about this moment," Mary said. "I have been wanting to get you naked since we first met." Again she cradled my face in her hands and we kissed. Mary's tongue was playing with my lips. Soon it was deep in my mouth. My tongue was in her mouth also.

Mary then started to kiss my neck, then my chest and then my nipples. She was moving down my body. She dropped to her knees and my cock was in her mouth. One hand cupped my balls and the other started to stroke my cock. Her lips circled the tip. She started to move her head so my cock was moving in and out of her mouth. I could feel the tip of my cock touch the back of her throat. Mary let go of my cock and reached around to start to play with my ass as she still cupped my balls with her other hand. I was very hard and ready to shoot in no time.

"Mary, slow down or I'll cum. I'm very close."

Mary took her mouth off my cock and said, "Let me have it babe. I want your cum in my mouth. I need to taste you." She then put her mouth back on my cock and started to suck and stroke me harder. It was only seconds later I shot my load into her mouth. Mary sucked every drop.

When I was finished, Mary didn't stop sucking me. She made sure I stayed hard. Then she stood up. "That date of yours is a stupid bitch. She doesn't know what she's missing. Now come on. It's your turn to do me. You do like kissing pussy don't you?"

I did not answer her with words. I just took her hand and led her to the bed. I pushed down on her shoulder. Mary sat down on the edge of the bed. I then pushed her onto her back. Mary was laying with her legs dangling over the edge. I quickly knelt on the floor between her legs, put my hands on her knees and pushed them apart. Mary opened her legs for me. She had a beautiful pussy. She had shaved the lips but left a small patch of hair on her stomach.

My hands moved up her legs. The skin was so soft. When my hands made it to her pussy, I let my thumbs stroke her lips. Mary was already wet. Her lips were swollen and very soft. One thumb went inside her lips and Mary let out a soft moan.

I then used my thumbs to open her lips. I leaned over and put my mouth on her pussy. My tongue was inside her pussy lips. Quickly I licked her from her ass to her clit. I felt Mary shudder. Her pussy juice was sweet. I think after that first taste, I was addicted. My tongue could not be stopped. I was licking from top to bottom and back again.

When I got to her clit, I sucked it into my mouth every time. Mary was going wild. I looked up over her stomach. She was rolling her head from side to side. I then heard her scream. Her whole body shook. Her orgasm was coming on hard. I don't think she stopped shaking for 5 minutes. I didn't stop sucking her and licking her the whole time.

Finally I sat back and just watched her relax. Mary just lay there. Finally she opened her eyes and smiled at me. "Wow!!!! That was incredible. Where did you learn to suck pussy like that?"

"I don't know. I just love pussy and I do what I think feels good."

"Well you certainly know how to make me feel good." Mary then reached out her arms to me. "Come to me babe." As I climbed up on the bed, she moved up so her head was on the pillow.

I quickly moved over her. My cock dragged over her thigh. Mary reached between us and grabbed my cock. She then pulled me up so my cock was touching her pussy lips. She positioned my cock at her opening and then let go. "Push in baby. I want to feel your magnificent cock in my pussy."

So that is what I did. I pushed forward. Mary's pussy opened and I slid into her. Her pussy was so hot and wet. It felt like a velvet glove surrounding my cock. When I was completely buried in her, I just held still. We looked at each other and Mary then lifted her head. We kissed and I started to pump into her wonderful pussy.

We had both just cum so we took our time cumming again. At first I was slow and steady with my cock. Gradually I increased the pace. Finally I was driving into her like it was the end of the earth. Mary's head was rolling from side to side again. My cock was driving into her harder and harder each thrust. I could hear our skin slapping together.

Finally, I felt my balls get ready to bust into her. One last hard push in and I held still. My balls erupted and I was shooting my cum deep into her belly. Mary let out a scream and I could feel her shuddering under me and her pussy quaked around my cock.

By the time I finished cumming, we were both covered in sweat. I collapsed on top of her. I could not believe how beautiful her naked body felt against mine.

Needless to say, I slept in her bed that night. The next morning, we woke up and fucked again. That whole day was one long fuck-a-thon. We didn't get dressed at all. We just fucked then cuddled then fucked again. I moved into her room that weekend and never slept in my bed again.

I do remember another memorable time. It was a Saturday and I had been at the library. When I came home, Mary was on her knees washing the floor in the kitchen. I stood there talking to her and watching her ass sway back and forth as she worked. She was wearing a skirt and it was swaying with her ass movements. I couldn't take it any more.

I undid my pants, pushed them down a bit and then silently moved behind her. I dropped to my knees between her feet and grabbed her skirt. She hadn't heard me move behind her so I startled her a bit. She quickly recovered though. "You bastard!!!! Not here!!!! I have the floor to clean." Mary yelled. I didn't listen to her.

I pushed my cock forward so it was touching her panties. The tip moved along her crotch. I could feel her panties getting wetter as I ran my cock along. "Stop it!!!! I have work to do!!!!" Again I didn't listen. I just moved the crotch to her panties over to one side and then pushed my cock deep into her waiting pussy.

I was horny and started to drive into her hard and quick. She loved it. The floor was forgotten. I had my hands on her hips and was pushing into her harder and harder. Mary leaned forward a bit. Her hands moved out to the side. She hit the bucket of water and it spilled. I didn't stop. Mary liked to put her face down as I did her doggy style. She put her face on the floor as I quickly reached my climax. My first shot of cum made Mary climax as well.

When we were finished, Mary fell forward onto the floor. "You bastard. You took advantage of me. Thank you!!!!! That was incredible. You're the best lover I've ever had!!!!"

Mary rolled over. Her top was wet, her skirt was up around her waist and her panties were still pulled to one side. She was the sexiest woman I had ever seen. We fucked again before we decided it was time to clean up both the floor and ourselves.

Mary was one incredible woman. I lived with her for 3 years and she never denied me sex at any time. I hated to move out after college but I was offered a job 300 miles away. I did find her a new boarder though. He was a handsome young man and I'm sure he fucked her enough so she got over my leaving.



The Landlord



It was spring break of my sophomore year in college. While most of my friends were off in Cancun partying it up, I was desperately looking for a new place to live. I had been living with my now ex-boyfriend. I found out that he had been cheating on me. He tried to tell me that it was a mistake and that it didn't mean anything. I told him that I didn't care. I broke it off with him and told him that I didn't want to see him again and that I was moving out.

Trying to find a new place to live in the middle of the semester was nearly impossible. There was like nothing close to school! It was insane! Desperate, I looked for anything in town. There were a couple of apartments that were available on the north side of town in the Hispanic area. Being a single white girl, I knew that probably wasn't a good place to be, although I didn't think there was much choice. I checked out the last place on my list. It was a person who was looking for a roommate. I had talked to a woman on the phone, her name was Pam. I made arrangements to take a look. The address was on the west side of town. It was a very nice house. It looked like it was brand new. I wasn't sure if I had the right address. I went up and knocked on the door, I was greeted by an older woman with short gray hair. She looked like she might be in her fifties. I was shocked. This couldn't be the right place!

"Um, hi. Are you Pam?" I asked.

"Yes, I'm Pam. You must be Kristi. Did you find my place okay?" She said with a dimpled smile.

Smiling back, I said. "I did. I wasn't sure if I had the right place though."

"Really?" Said Pam.

"Yeah. I mean I thought I was going to see an apartment. Not a house! I'm not sure if I can afford to rent a room from you." I said.

Pam smiled and said. "Well Kristi, I think we can negotiate a little on the rent. Why don't you come in and I'll show you around."

Pam opened the door. She was a little taller, she was wearing a gray shirt, a pair of cargo pants and black shoes. Pam was a little stocky, her body looked very masculine with her broad shoulders. The older woman put her hand on the small of my back and ushered me inside. We walked around the house. It was beautiful! The house was very modern and stylish. She even had leather couches and a big screen TV in the living room! Then Pam showed me the room I would be renting. It was pretty big, bigger than my room at my parent's house!!! I was so impressed! I was definitely interested! So we sat down at the table and talked.

Impressed, I said. "Wow, you have such a beautiful house! But why are you renting out a room. It doesn't look like you need the money."

"Well actually, with the economy being what it is right now I thought it would make sense to rent out a room. Besides, this is a big house for just one person. It would be nice to have someone who can keep me company." Said Pam with her dimpled smile.

"The only thing is that I don't think I can afford to pay a whole lot for rent." I said.

:Pam said. "Well Kristi, you seem like a very nice girl. I have a good feeling about you. I think we can work this out. Would $250 a month work for you?"

Smiling, I said. "Yes!!! That would be perfect!"

With a confident grin on her face, she replied. "Good. But there are a few things you should know before you agree to this."

"What's that?" I asked.

"Well the first thing is, I am gay. If you have a problem with that, you should let me know right now." She said.

Knowing my parents, I knew they wouldn't approve of me living with a lesbian. But I was open minded and I personally didn't have a problem with it. Besides, what my parents didn't know, wouldn't hurt them.

I told Pam. "No. I don't have a problem with that at all! I think that's cool. So what else do I need to know?"

"Good. Well, you should know that I don't want any guests over after 8:00 PM. No boyfriends, no nothing! I'm a fairly private person, and I don't want to share my house with the whole college. And also, if you make a mess, be sure to clean up after yourself. Okay?" She said.

I said. "Okay. That sounds fair to me. And don't worry about boyfriends. I just broke up with my ex. I don't even want to talk to boys right now!"

Pam smiled and said. "Well in that case, welcome!"

"So when can I move in?" I asked.

"Whenever you want sweetie" She said.

I told Pam that I was hoping to get everything moved out of the apartment while my ex was away on spring break. She asked me if any of my friends were there to help me move. I told her that all of my friends were out of town for spring break. She offered to help me move my things for me. Gratefully, I accepted her offer. So the next day Pam drove over to my apartment in her fancy new pickup truck. We spent the whole day moving all my things over to her house. By the end of the day we were both exhausted! We both sat on her leather couch just relaxing as we watched TV.

The next few weeks were nice. Pam was a wonderful roommate/landlord. She would make dinner most nights for us. And if I needed help with anything, she was more than happy to help me. It was great!

One evening my ex-boyfriend stopped by Pam's house. He rang the door bell. Pam opened the door and asked to come in. Not knowing who he was, she let him in. I was surprised to see him. I asked him how he found me. He said that one of my friends told him. Then I asked him what he wanted and he told me that he wanted me back, that he wanted me to come back and live with him. I told him that I didn't want to have anything to do with him. At that point asked him to leave.

"Look, I don't want any trouble, but I'm not leaving!" He said.

In a stern voice, Pam said. "I'm sorry, Kristi doesn't want to talk to you. Respect that son. Now, please leave!"

Furious, my ex said. "Fuck you, you fucking dyke! Are you gonna make me!"

Keeping her calm, Pam said. "If you don't, I'll call the cops."

My ex pushed Pam and said "Fuck you!"

He started to swing his arms wildly at her, trying to punch Pam. I screamed out in shock. Pam reacted, deftly ducking his punches. She countered him, expertly swinging her arms and knocking him to the floor. Man handling him, Pam pulled him up off the floor and kicked him outside. 

"If you ever come back, I'm calling the cops!" She said.

"Fuck you!" Yelled my ex as he got in his car and sped away.

Concerned I asked. "Are you okay Pam? I'm so sorry that you had to deal with that asshole!"

Pam smiled and said. "I'm okay sweetie. It wasn't your fault. I just hope I don't have to deal with him every week."

I laughed and said. "I don't think he'll be back. He looked pretty embarrassed when he left. I have to say, it looks like you know how to handle yourself!"

She said. "Well I used to be a cop once. I know how to handle myself."

Impressed, I said. "Yes you do! You're my hero now! You're like my Prince Charming!!!"

"Well, I aim to please." She said.

I already had a lot of respect for Pam, but after that night I had an even deeper respect for her. She made meals for me, she helped me with my homework and protected me from my ex-boyfriend. She was almost like another parent or a good friend who looked out for and protected me. Our friendship grew as a result. It surprised even me! Who would've thought that a 20 year old straight girl would develop such a close friendship with a 56 year old lesbian? But I really felt comfortable talking to her about anything and everything.

We were very comfortable around each other. It was no big deal for me to see Pam walking around in a pair of boxer shorts and her white "wife beater" tank top. And I was completely comfortable walking around in my short shorts and my tiny baby doll shirts and tank tops.

I was at home on a Friday evening working on this project for one of my classes, feeling totally stressed out. My partner for this team project wasn't doing their part at all and I was determined not to fail the class. Pam asked me what I was doing here on a Friday night when I normally would be out with my friends. So I told her what was going on. 

Pam said. "That's pretty bad of your partner to be that lazy! You look really stressed out and tense right now."

"I feel totally stressed Pam! This sucks!" I said.

Smiling she said. "Kristi, you'll be fine. I have a lot of faith in you. You're a very bright kid sweetie!"

"Thanks." I said.

Standing behind me, Pam put her strong masculine hands on my slender shoulders and said. "You're so tense!"

She pulled my sandy blond hair over to one side and began to massage my shoulders. I closed my eyes as I felt her strong hands began to knead my flesh. Slowly my body started to relax. Pam really knew how to calm me down. She made me feel safe and secure. 

"So how does that feel sweetie?" She asked.

I said. "That feels good. Really good!"

"Would you like me to stop." Pam asked.

"No. Don't stop. That feels really good." I said, not quite grasping what she was asking me.

Before I knew it, I felt her warm breath on my neck as her hands continued to massage my shoulders. Then I felt her soft moistened lips start to kiss me. For a moment, I allowed her to continue kissing my neck lost in the moment. Then I regained my senses. My eyes flung open and my body tensed up.

"Pam! Please stop!" I said as I jumped out of my chair to face her. 

She said. "I'm sorry honey. I thought you wanted me to keep going." 

"I did... I mean, I wanted you to keep rubbing my shoulders. Not kiss me!" I said feeling confused and awkward around her all of a sudden.

We had an awkward moment of silence. Neither one of us knowing what to say next. Pam stared deeply into my eyes. It felt like she was staring directly into my soul. Without saying a work she pulled me close to her. My heart skipped a beat as I felt her warm body against mine. She leaned in and kissed me with her soft lips. I was shocked, but I didn't fight her. Feeling her lips pressed against mine made my body tingle. 

Seeing that I wasn't resisting her. Pam's kisses became more aggressive. She pressed her tongue against my lips, parting them. I felt her warm wet tongue inside my mouth as she continued kissing me passionately. I couldn't believe it, but my body was responding to her. I was kissing her back. It felt so wrong and yet it felt so right. I never considered myself gay. I always thought that I was straight! And Pam was so much older than me, she was even older than my parents! And yet, my body responded to her in a very basic, primal way. She made me feel so safe and loved.

I wrapped my slender arms around Pam's thick neck as we passionately kissed. Our tongues intertwined, dancing from her mouth to mine and back again. Pam pressed me against the table. She flung my homework onto the floor. Then she used her strong arms and grabbed me by the waist and picked me up. She set me down on top of the table, my legs dangling off the side. She grabbed my right foot with both hands and started to massage it. She lifted my foot up higher. Then Pam kissed the sole of my foot and then she started to kiss and then suck on each of my toes. No one had ever done that to me before!

Then Pam started to kiss her way up my leg. She kissed my ankle and then her lips slowly made their way up. I could feel my juices begin to flow for her. She started to kiss my inner thighs. My body was tingling all over. I could feel that my face was flushed red. Pam raised her head up, she leaned in. I closed my eyes and felt her lips touch mine. I parted my lips as we kissed. Her tongue found it's way into my willing mouth once more. I wrapped my arms around her neck as we passionately kissed. We both stopped kissing for a moment. Pam and I stared into eachother's eyes and smiled. Then Pam leaned in and began kissing me again.

I felt Pam's strong hands around my waist. Her fingers found the bottom of the pink baby doll shirt I had on. She started to tug on the tight material, lifting it up. I lifted my arms up as she lifted my shirt above my head. My full breasts were now exposed to my experienced lover. 

Pam stared at my breasts and then look back deeply into my eyes and said. "My god baby! You are so beautiful! I've wanted you ever since I first met you!"

I wasn't sure what to say. I was flattered and aroused. I simply said. "Thank you!"

Pam leaned in once more, kissing me passionately. Her strong masculine hands cupped my breasts. She caught my gasp in her mouth as I felt her hands caressing my breasts, kneading them lovingly. Her tongue darted in and out of my mouth as her fingers gently pinched my hardening nipples. Pam finally broke off our kisses. Her head slowly moved down, her tongue licked the side of my neck. Then she kissed my collar bone. Then she finally made her way down to my breasts.

Soon Pam focused all of her attention on my breasts. Her strong hands caressed and squeezed them. I leaned back slightly, putting my left arm on the table to help prop me up. I started to caress Pam's ruggedly handsome face with my right hand. She looked up into my eyes and gave me a confident grin. She gently squeezed my left breast, making my nipple stick out a little more. Pam slid her tongue out, tracing the outline of my hardened nipple. Then she hungrily took it into her mouth. I was so turned on seeing this 56 year old woman suckling on my breast as if she were a new born baby. It felt so amazing! I ran my fingers tenderly through her short gray hair. As Pam continued to suck on my breast, I could feel her tongue flicking against my nipple.

Then Pam started to kiss her way down my body. She kissed my slim, flat stomach. She saw my belly button ring. She circled it with her tongue before she finally kissed it. Pam paused for a moment. It looked like she was thinking about what do to next. Finally she stood back up. 

Pam smiled and said. "Lay on your back baby."

I smiled and without saying a word, I obeyed her. I was laying on my back with my legs dangling off the table. I felt her strong hands tugging on the waist band of my short shorts. Slowly, she pulled them off, leaving me with only a pair of my tiny pink thong panties on. Pam brought her head down to my crotch. We both could see that my panties were wet with my excitement. She was so close to my sex, I could feel her breath on me. Pam closed her eyes and inhaled deeply, taking in my scent.

She opened up her yes and stared into mine and said. "You smell so good baby! I wanna taste you!"

I smiled, bitting my lower lip and watched as Pam took the sides of my panties, hooking them in her fingers. In what seemed like an eternity, she peeled my little pink panties off my body. She stared at my naked form for a moment. I could see her eyes focusing on my freshly waxed pussy. I laid there on the kitchen table, completely naked and exposed to her. Like the main course of a meal, I was hers for the taking. Pam took her right hand and placed it behind my neck, she pulled my head towards hers and passionately kissed me. 

Then Pam said. "Lay on your back baby."

I complied and said. "Okay."

I laid on my back on the table. Then I felt her strong hands grasping my slim waist and pulling me towards her. My hips were on the edge of the table and my hips were dangling in space. Pam knelt down in from of me, disappearing from view. I put my arms behind me, propping myself up on my elbows to see my older lover's handsome face. We stared at each other for a moment smiling. Then Pam went to work. Pam took my legs and placed them on her strong, broad shoulders. She looked deeply into my eyes as she began to kiss my legs, slowly moving her way to my inner thighs. Her warm, moist lips against my soft skin was making my body tingle with desire. 

Then I felt her hot breath on my exposed pussy. My hips started to dance in response, my body was craving her expert touch. My heart jumped as Pam kissed either side of my bare sex. It felt so good! Pam locked her eyes on mine as she traced the outline of my pussy with her soft, warm tongue. I was starting to pant like a dog. I didn't think I could be so aroused so quickly! Pam started to kiss my pussy as if it were my mouth. She was passionately kissing it with even more intensity than when she was kissing me on the lips! 

My arms were getting tired, so I laid back down on the table. I closed my eyes and let my lover make out with my pussy. I reached my arms down towards Pam's head. My soft hands caressed her rugged face, combing my fingers through her short gray hair. That seemed to drive her wild. Pam took my pussy into her mouth. Her tongue probed my sex, tracing the outline of it before she finally drew herself inside my tight young body. God! Her tongue felt so good inside me! I was lost in the moment and was beginning to feel a deep physical and emotional bond with Pam. She was my knight in shining armor, my hero, my Don Juan!

Pam continued to french kiss my pussy with a deep and focused passion. My body was in a state of euphoria. My lover's skilled hands traced the outline of my smooth, supple body. Then her hands found their mark, cupping my breasts. Pam began to caress and squeeze my breasts, her fingers gently pinching my nipples. My body felt like it was on fire. I was so completely aroused. I knew it wouldn't be long until I finally came for her.

I moved my hands up, placing them on top of Pam's as we caressed my breasts together. Slowly I took her hands and intertwined our fingers, locking them together. My older lover knew I was on the edge of ecstasy. She knew my body was in need of release. Her tongue darted in and out of my tight pussy rapidly. My body convulsed and tightened as I came for her. She lapped up my juices greedily. Pam was hungry for me. I let go of her hands and ran my fingers through her short hair, pulling her tightly against my sex. I wanted to keep her there forever. 

After I finished climaxing, Pam crawled up on the table and laid beside me. She pulled me close to her strong body. We held each other in an intimate embrace, our bodies wrapped around each other. Old and young laying together as one. We stayed there for more than 20 minutes, cradling each other and kissing passionately.

Soon Pam slid herself off the table and picked me up in her strong arms, cradling my naked body and said. "God damn baby. You are so hot! I want you so badly!"

I smiled and said. "I think you already had me."

"No. Not yet." She said with a devilish grin. And then she carried me back into her bedroom. 

Pam gently laid me down on her bed, then she leaned over and kissed me. She stood up smiling at me as she took her shirt off. She had a broad chest and full breasts. Then Pam pulled her boxer shorts off, I saw her sex for the first time. She was unshaven and her pubic hair was gray. It stuck me for a moment just how completely opposite we both were. She was gay, I still considered myself straight. She was in her mid fifties and I was just barely twenty. She was a little heavyset and quite masculine and I was very slim and feminine. Somehow all of those differences only added to my arousal.

Pam crawled into bed with me. She positioned her body on top of mine. I wasn't quite sure what I was supposed to do but I instinctively spread my legs apart for her as she mounted me like a man. Her masculine body lay on top of my feminine frame. It felt so natural, so right. Pam starred into my eyes and smiled, I smiled back at her. She lowered her head and began kissing me. Then she took my legs and placed my ankles over her strong broad shoulders.

My breath shortened as I felt Pam lower her hips onto mine. Her unshaven sex made contact with my waxed pussy. It was like electricity struck as our pussies made contact. I had never felt anything quite like it. Her hairy sex was pressed firmly against mine. I felt her engorged labia almost penetrating me. It was so arousing!




The Landlord



Pam's sticky juices were dripping onto my pussy as she slowly began to grind herself into my young willing body. It was so hot feeling our bodies pressed tightly together. My juices were starting to flow as well. Then it dawned on me that Pam's bodily fluids were mixing with my own and that our bodies and even our souls were truly joined together as one.

As Pam continued to make love to me, I fantasized about her cumming inside me, impregnating me with her beautiful essence. I wanted to be her girl and the mother of her children. Pam leaned her head in and I kissed her with a deeper sense of passion and longing. My older lover's pace was beginning to quicken. She drove her hips harder into me. Her pussy was desperately attempting to penetrate my open sex. I craved to feel her engorged sex inside me as well. 

I couldn't believe how intense and soulful our sex was becoming. When I had sex with boys, it was always pleasurable but the feelings were no where near as intense was they were with Pam. It was at the same time gentle and rough. My body craved her every touch.

Pam's excitement was at a fever pitch. Her hips were pounding against my own like a jackhammer. Then suddenly she drove her hips hard against mine. Our pussy lips were pressed firmly against each other. It was almost as if they were kissing as well. Then I felt Pam's pussy erupt as she came. I felt the jet of her juices spray against my pussy. I even felt some of it shoot inside of me too! It felt amazing. My young body willingly accepted her juices inside me. 

I slide my ankles off of Pam's strong broad shoulders as she collapsed on top of me. We wrapped our bodies around each other as we kissed passionately. I felt happy and content lying there in Pam's strong arms.



The Landlord



****This is an open relationship, I don't need to hear about how she is a cheating slut. It is not cheating if the spouse approves. Enjoy!****

When our offer on a house fell through at the last minute, we were faced with moving to temporary digs until something else could be found, as we'd already given notice to our current landlords, and they'd found replacement tenants. Moving is difficult enough, without having to be rushed to find the perfect rental! 

Luckily, I found a nice townhouse, albeit without all of the amenities we were looking for. There was no yard to upkeep, a plus for my busy husband and no fireplace for cozy winter nights for me. It was small, but attractive. When I viewed it, it was not in perfect condition, as the previous tenants had just moved out. Upon being promised a cleaning crew and touch up paint, we went home and began packing our belongings- most of which would go to storage until we found a house to buy. 

Move in day was a big letdown, as no cleaning crew, and no touch up painting appeared to have happened. When the real estate lady's husband stopped by for the rent and deposits, I expressed my displeasure and was basically told to deal with it- I was ass out. 

I gave him the rent money, and he said he would be back later to get the rest (deposit) after my husband got paid. It wasn't until four days later that he showed up, without a call to announce himself or anything.

That morning, as I kissed my husband goodbye, I was really horny. My long curly brown hair, and large, brown doe-eyes pleading with desire. I went as far as to rub my aching breasts on the front of his chest in my attempt to tempt him into a morning quickie, but he just kissed my nose, and turned for the door. 

"I'm already late sweetie. Who knows baby- maybe you'll get some with some lucky bastard later! If you do, I want to hear all about it when I get home!" With that, he was gone.

I know he lusts after my five foot two frame as much as I lust after his six foot one body, but sometimes sex just isn't in the cards.

My husband and I have a fairly open marriage, with both of us seeking a little bit of fun on the side- and as couples. He loves to hear about the escapades I get into with Joe and other men while he is at work, and I love to hear about the groupies he fucks while on the road. The sex we have afterward is more than any wife could ask for! 

That didn't help matters for my tingly pussy though, and I resigned myself to a little fun in the shower later. 

****

I was just stepping out of the shower when I heard the doorbell ringing. Hurriedly, I grabbed the first thing I could find, my husbands short robe. I threw it on, tying the sash tightly, and rushed down the stairs as the doorbell pealed once again. 

"I'm coming, I'm coming!" I called out breathlessly as I reached the bottom step. Boxes still lined the walls in the hallway, hindering my progress. Tripping over a toy laser gun, I cursed my son softly as I kicked it out of the way. 

Finally reaching the door, I pulled it open, apologizing for the delay in answering. "Sorry, I just got out of the shower." I said breathlessly. "Come on in- I'll get the deposit for you."

He was an asshole- but damn, he was a HOT asshole! He wore the classic construction workers garb, flannel long-sleeved shirt and tight jeans, with construction boots. I'd always had an attraction to construction workers, and felt my pussy dampen as he came into the house. He followed me inside, and I gestured towards the brown micro-fiber sofa for him to make himself comfortable, as I wandered into the kitchen to my purse which was sitting on the floor. Bending over, I rummaged through it, counting out bills until I'd reached $500. 

I could feel his eyes on me, staring. That was when I realized that in my husbands' short robe; I was literally flashing my ass at him. 

"Would you like some coffee?" I called out- hoping my voice was steadier than my heartbeat. For some reason, the idea of him seeing my ass, and most likely my puffy pussy lips was erotic.

"Sure!" he called out, "It's been a busy morning, and I haven't had any yet." He got up, and joined me in the kitchen. 

I glanced at him, and then reached up into the cupboard for a clean mug. "Not much space in here for storage, but I needed to downsize my kitchen gadgets anyway." 

I could feel the robe sliding up over my globes as I got the cup down, and glanced at him again. Yes, he was definitely checking out my buns. "Oh, this one has a chip in it!" I said coyly as I reached for yet another coffee mug. 

Again I felt the cool air on my ass and his hot stare as well. I took my time getting the mug down, giving him ample opportunity to stare. 

"Do you take cream and sugar?" I asked suddenly.

"What?" he asked distractedly. "Oh- uh, just sugar thanks."

I moved to the cupboard next to him, and stood so close we were practically touching. We don't use much sugar in our diets, and it was stored on the uppermost top shelf. I really had to stretch to reach the bag of sugar. My fingers were about an inch too short, and Joe stepped behind me and reached over my head to grab it for me. His groin pressed into my ass, and I could feel the effect my flashing my behind had on him. He was as hard as a rock in his tight jeans. Unconsciously, I pressed my ass into his hardness.

Joe set the sugar on the counter, and his hands came to rest on my hips, as he pressed his hips into my behind in a silent plea for permission. I moaned softly, and wiggled my butt side to side, granting permission.

With that, Joe's hands traveled to my ass. "You have such a perfect ass! Up! I want to taste you."

He spun me around, and lifted me up to the countertop. The cold granite sent shivers up my spine as he lifted my legs, planting my feet on the counters edge. He knelt down on the soft, cushiony rug I had on the kitchen floor, and proceeded to bury his face in my freshly washed pussy. I could smell the gardenia perfume of my body wash, mixed with the musky scent of my wetness. I'm sure he could too! 

His tongue swirled around my hardening clit, and I moaned in pleasure. This spurred him on, and his efforts doubled. Soon he placed a beefy finger in my dripping pussy, and it greedily sucked it up. His fingers were so thick; they were almost cock-like! I was writhing in ecstasy as he pumped his large digit in and out of my vaginal canal. 

When he stuck a second finger inside of me, I lost it! I came so hard, my juices splashing in his face! He greedily licked them up, and continued to suck my clit and finger me. I wondered about his cock- almost in agony for it. Would it be fat like his fingers? Or long and slim? He stood then, still fingering me, but changed the angle of his fingers. He had flipped them over, palm up, and curled his fingers upwards, thrusting them inside of me fast and hard. He was hitting my G-spot repeatedly, which brought me to another Earth shattering orgasm.

"Holy fuck, that was awesome!" I panted as I came down from my climax. "You have great fingers!"

He chuckled, and pulled me off the counter. "Let's go into the living-room." I nodded, and followed him. I couldn't wait to get his cock inside of me! My pussy was dripping with love juices.

Joe stopped at the sofa, and shucked his boots and jeans, while I tore at his shirt. Once he was naked, he untied the sash of my husbands robe, and let it fall to the floor. I stood in total naked splendor in front of him. 

"You are definitely sexier than my wife!" he breathed, as his hands cupped my melon sized tits. They were full, ripe, and topped with cherry sized nipples, which he dutifully bathed with his tongue. 

His cock, which I had wondered about, was about seven inches long, extremely thick, and had a huge round head about the size of a plum. There was no way that was going to fit in my mouth! He was so thick, and hard, he looked like he had a baseball bat between his legs! 

I maneuvered him to the sofa, and urged him to sit down. Crawling between his legs, I began to lick his cock head. Pre-cum oozed from the large slit on top, and I licked it with my warm tongue. He moaned, burying his fingers in my hair. His hips lifted, urging me to at least try to mouth it. 

To my surprise, I was able to get the head in my mouth, and I bathed it with my tongue, sucking soft then hard. He began to thrust in and out of my mouth softly, knowing that he was too large to take much in. I took more than I thought was imaginable, more than he thought imaginable as well, judging by the sharp intake of breath as I lowered my mouth down his shaft another inch. 

The wetter I got his cock, the more I was able to take, until he was hitting the back of my throat. I pushed hard. Then harder still, until I had forced his cocks head down my throat. I gagged, and almost threw up it was so large, but I suppressed it. The slimy fluid from his cock lubed my throat some and I began bobbing up and down, his fat cock head popping in and out of my tight throat. Faster and faster my head bobbed, until his hands in my hair stilled my motions.

"Oh my God, no one has ever done this for me!" He gasped, then, "I'm going to cum. Stop if you don't want to swallow it." 

Spurred on by the knowledge that I was the first to make him come orally, I kept going, taking his cock deeper into my throat, until my nose was buried in his pubic hair. I felt his body stiffen, his cock grew in size in my throat, and his balls tightened up in my hands. Soon after, he began to emit thick, hot spurts of cum in my mouth. I took him out of my throat, and felt the hot liquid spurt upon my tongue. 

He tasted slightly salty, but not gross like some men. I stroked his shaft with one hand, milking it for as much cum as possible. When no more cum oozed out, I put him back into my mouth, and continued sucking him. 

To my astonishment, he remained hard. This pleased me, for I really wanted to feel him inside of me. I stood up, and straddled him backwards, easing my drenched pussy down toward his still hard cock. I lined the head up to the entrance of my excited puss, and began to lower myself onto his girth. The large head spread my pussy lips wide, and I couldn't resist caressing my engorged clitoris with the shiny head. God it felt wonderful! 

Eventually, I could wait no longer, and sank down onto his cock. There was no easing, no gentleness; I just plopped down with my full weight. I screamed in both pain and pleasure as his width stretched me to the max. I could both feel and see how far his gorgeous cock stretched me, for the mirror across the room showed the two of us joined in the most intimate of images.

I began to bounce up and down on his hardness, feeling the tip of him at the entrance of my cervix, prodding, forcing it open. When the head of his cock entered my womb, I screamed again. Never had anyone ever gone as deep inside- not even my husband who had a longer cock! The pain was unbelievable, but pleasurable at the same time! I was babying my bounces, but Joe had other ideas. 

He gasped that I was so tight, and felt so good. Then he grabbed my hips, and began thrusting upwards in short, rapid strokes. All I could do was grunt with each thrust, and hold onto the arm of the sofa for support. My tits were bouncing up and down, with each sharp thrust he made inside of me. I could see his head peering around me, watching our union in the mirror. 

When his fingers began brushing my clit, I lost it. I had thought the orgasm in the kitchen was the most Earth shattering experience I'd ever had, but this- this beat all orgasms I'd ever had, hands down! My pussy contracted around his cock squeezing it so very hard. 

I felt him grow again, this time inside of me, and knew he was about to come again, so I reached between his legs, and grabbed his nuts, squeezing hard, but not to injure. I wasn't ready to end this session yet! 

I eased off of him, and switched directions- this time facing him. Once again, with his cock inside of me, I lowered my aching cunt down onto his tool. Grabbing the back of the sofa for support, I rocked on his cock hard. Faster and faster I pumped on him, my ass smacking his thighs loudly, and wetly. I was breathing hard from the exertion, as was he. 

His hands found my breasts again, and guided one cherry nipple into his mouth, while manhandling the other. The harder he squeezed, the tighter my pussy was on his cock. 

Then he bit me. This sent me over the edge, and I squirted all over his lap. This gave him the idea to pinch my nipples, and he did, harder and harder, practically twisting them off my breasts. I came continuously, grateful for the coverlet on the sofa to soak up the mess!

Finally, he squeezed my tits so hard it made me scream, as we both crashed into orgasmic space at the same time. His hands began to gently caress my breasts, to make up for the punishment he'd administered before, and I continued to bounce on his cock, eliciting one final climax from my overworked pussy.

Exhausted, I slumped on top of him, his cock still embedded inside of me. I looked him in the eyes, as my breathing returned to normal. 

"Wow!" we said in unison.

Then, to my surprise, he kissed me, the first personal gesture of the morning. His tongue was soft and warm, and very passionate. His hands gently stroked the sides of my still tingling breasts, as our tongues dueled softly. 

"I actually came by to let you know, that my wife told me she had promised cleaning crews and painting, and that because she had to go out of town suddenly, she forgot to send them." He informed me, as our mouths parted. "We won't be charging you a cleaning deposit after all."

Gone in that instant was his asshole status! This was a good thing, because he was a really great fuck! 

"We appreciate that. This was kind of a last resort for us, and a quick decision to accept this place. It doesn't meet our needs price-wise, but the perks have definitely been a plus!" I said with a wink.

His hand came up between my legs, and began stroking my sensitive clit again. "I think maybe we can work some sort of deal for a discount on the rent, if you are willing...?" he responded, returning my wink.

From that day forward, and for the next four years, we met once a week at my home, while my husband was at work, and my son at school. Our family has grown by two in that time as well, and although I have never pursued it, one of my three children looks an awful lot like Joe!



The Landlord



I never wanted it to happen. Or at least I always thought I wanted to keep it a secret. I had always been fascinated by women's clothing, for as long as I can remember. One of my earliest memories is of, at the age of four or five, wearing a pair of thick, woollen tights from my dressing up box. I loved the way they made my legs feel and that stayed with me ever since.

Throughout my childhood and teenage years, I would, from time to time and when the opportunity arose, try on my mother's clothes, as so many other crossdressers must have done. I've never been more than a few inches taller than my mother, so her wardrobe was the perfect playground for me, despite her reserved and conservative dress sense. Even so, I loved to put on her raciest lace panties and matching bra along with a pair of tan nylon stockings and enjoy the mixed up feelings of terror and exhilaration.

Over the years I experimented and whenever I had more than an afternoon alone in the house, I would dress up fully as a woman. My favourite outfit was the tennis skirt and top my mother no longer wore. The short white skirt left me feeling sexy and exposed, while the tight vest top clung to my chest. After putting on lipstick, eyeliner and mascara my cock would soon be straining against my white cotton panties and begging for release.

Lying back on the bed, I would be transported to Nirvana as I lifted my skirt and pulled my panties to one side to release my hard cock. While my one hand would stroke my erection, my other would alternate between caressing my thigh and playing with my nipples. My inevitable release was always satisfying and I relished the drowsy feeling which came over me as I lay on the bed with my own cum slowly drying on my chest and tummy.

More than once I came close to being discovered as I lay dozing on my bed in a deeply compromising position, and I would have to dive into the bathroom and take a shower as my parents returned home. Frequently I would hide the clothes I had borrowed until I had an opportunity to return them, desperately hoping that their absence would not be noticed.

These close calls would often be followed by prolonged periods of guilt and self-loathing, in which I could refuse to acknowledge my needs and not indulge my desire to dress for months at a time. Soon, however, I would be back to dressing whenever and however I could.

My crossdressing really became serious once I left home to go to University. I was able to afford a small flat of my own and for the first time I was free to explore my feminine side without fear of discovery. My flat was on the second floor at the back of a modest block. The large windows in my bedroom come living space overlooked a pretty little park, while on the opposite side of the park there was a taller block of flats.

After a few weeks settling in to my new home, I launched myself into creating my first female wardrobe from scratch. I made most of my purchase online through Ebay because I was too scared to even consider walking into a high street shop to buy women's clothes. I did, however, get up the courage to buy stockings and tights with my grocery shopping, reasoning that the cashier would assume I was picking them up for my imaginary girlfriend.

I had soon amassed a collection of clothes which I could only have dreamt of before. These ranged from the classy and sexy like my tight black pencil skirt and a gorgeous red halterneck minidress to the down right slutty and trashy like a hot pink micro mini skirt which barely covered my bum and a selection of naughty lingerie any hooker would have been proud to call her own. I also bought my own makeup and two wigs: one a short, blonde bob and the other and shoulder length auburn one with a slight wave to it.

Almost every spare minute I had was spent in my flat dressing up and sinking deeper and deeper into my feminine side. I was always careful to close my blinds before starting my transformation and would religiously tidy all signs of my other life away afterwards. I dressed entirely for my own pleasure and had no desires to share my fetish with anyone else or to leave the flat as a woman. Although dressing turned me on no end, I had no delusions that I made a convincing woman and so saw only the potential for humiliation and ridicule beyond my own door. 

Unbeknownst to me, however, my other life was soon to spiral out of control and to change in ways I couldn't have predicted.

It began on a normal afternoon. I returned to my flat from my last lecture of the week and, stripping off my boy clothes for the final time before a weekend of femininity, I jumped in the shower to shave off what body hair I had. The feeling of freshly shaved smooth legs is one I still haven't gotten over and my cock was rock hard before I'd even finished. Stepping out of the shower, I was in a particularly slutty mood and decided to play the whore for my evening entertainment. I started with a sexy black lace thong, teamed with a hot black basque which helped to give me the illusion of a cleavage. The tight feeling around my torso left me breathless and I could feel my cock throbbing against my panties. I sat down on my bed to pull a pair of sexy nylon stockings up my legs and attached them to the suspender straps of my basque. Standing back up I completed the outfit with a tight red leather miniskirt which clung to my ass like a second skin. Sitting back down to apply my make-up and done my auburn wig, I relished the feeling of my stocking clad legs rubbing together, sending a thrill of anticipation through my body.

My transformation complete, I was ready to indulge my fantasies. I walked over to my bed, swaying my ass and lay back. Letting my hands play across my smooth legs and over my tummy for a while, I eventually released my cock from under my skirt and panties and began to masturbate slowly. I closed my eyes and let my mind wander...

...I'm standing in a darkened room. It feels small and warm. I can hear soft footsteps behind me but I feel a knot of excitement and anticipation in my stomach. The footsteps stop right behind me and I can feel their breath across my neck. I can feel my heart beating in my chest as I wait for something, anything to happen. Part of me thinks I should be afraid and run away, but I only feel safe and secure.

He steps closer to me and I feel his body press against my ass as he wraps his strong arms around my waist. It feels wonderful to be held and I reach down and wrap my left hand in his. I reach my other arm over my shoulder and caress his unseen face. He is taller than diminutive 5'5" frame and he leans down to gently kiss my neck and jaw line. His lips grow more insistent and as I twist my neck around I melt as we share a kiss. His hands begin to roam across my body as his tongue pressing against my lips and parts them to meet my own tongue. Our kisses grow more passionate and without letting our lips part, I turn my body to face his and press myself against him, tilting my head back in the process. I drape my arms around his neck and feel his own wandering down my back to cup my ass through my skirt.

I'm putty in his hands and as he lifts my ass I wrap my nylon clad legs around his waist. As I do so, my tight skirt rides up and his hands find my bare ass cheeks. He easily supports my weight as my ass comes to rest against his crotch. I can feel his hardening cock rubbing against my balls through his pants and it comes to rest between my ass cheeks. I feel so feminine wrapped around his torso and a strong desire to be fucked by this man rises within me. He seems to sense this and with me still in his arms and our lips locked together, he carries me across to a bed in the corner of the room.

When we reach the edge of the bed he throws me down on to it and I get my first clear look at the man who is about to fuck me. He's tall and muscular with deep blue eyes and strong features, but I only have a moment to take this in before all I care about is his hard cock taking my virginity.

He stares into my eyes for a moment before roughly grabbing my waists and flipping me on to my chest. My face is pressed into the bed and once more I cannot see my lover. His hands slide up my legs and under my skirt, letting it ride up higher onto my back and fully exposing my ass to his stare. His hands leave me and a squirm in anticipation and lust, wiggling my ass in encouragement. Instead of feeling his cock sliding between my cheeks as I expect, however, I gasp in shock as his tongue begins to explore around my hole. My own cock throbs with pleasure as his tongue finds its mark and he begins to alternate between sliding it across my hole and probing, deeper and deeper into my pussy. I try to relax and push back against his tongue and moan in pleasure. All too soon I'm left feeling open and exposed as his tongue leaves my hole and I try to prepare myself for what must be coming next.

I hear his pants hit the floor and he grabs me by the waist once again and lifts my ass into the air, pushing my head and shoulders into the bed. I feel exposed and vulnerable, knowing I am completely under his control. His assault, when it comes, is so sudden and violent that I am left breathless and cry out in shock. The pain is intense as his cock presses into my tight asshole. Tears spring to my eyes and a burning sensation fills me, and yet the fullness I feel is wonderful and my cock is harder than ever.

He waits for a moment with his cock buried in my ass and I just become more accustomed to the feeling when he starts to pull out and then drive back in to my willing hole. I begin to push back against him in time with his strokes and we soon build up a steady rhythm.

His hands are round my waist once more as he builds up his pace. All I can think of is the cock that is filling my pussy and I feel so feminine I almost forget about my own cock until he reaches round and grasps it in his hand. It doesn't take long before we are both releasing our pent up loads, mine onto the bed below me and his deep into my ass. As he cums, he pulls his cock out of my ass and lets the last few drops fall on my back, before wiping his cock on my nylon clad leg...

Back in my flat, I was playing the fantasy through my mind as I lay on my bed, stroking my cock with one hand while the other was playing with my asshole. Just as my climax was building, there was a sudden knock on the door and my reverie was shattered.

My eyes shot open and took in the scene in my room - the floor and desk littered with sexy clothes and make-up and me, stretched out on the bed with my cock sticking out of my tight skirt. In that moment of panic I remembered that my landlord was due today to inspect my flat. How could I be so stupid! There was no way I could put him off.

There was another loud knocking on the door, "Mr Taylor, time to inspect the flat."

"Yeah, I'll be there in a minute, I've just stepped out of the shower!" I called back, trying to keep the panic out of my voice.

I knew there was no time to stash my clothes away properly, so I would just have to hope his inspection was not too thorough. My biggest problem were the clothes I was wearing and my make-up.

I dashed into the bathroom and wiped my make-up off the best I could. My eyes looked raw and my face flushed but at least I wasn't wearing lipstick anymore. 

I hurried back into the living room grabbing clothes and make-up as I went and threw them all into the bottom draw of my wardrobe, adding my wig to the pile. I knew I didn't have time to change, so I shut the draw and threw on my bath robe. I was about to open the door when I remembered my nylons. Looking down I could see my nylon clad feet and calves so I pulled on a pair of jogging bottoms and socks as my landlord knocked on the door once again.

"I haven't got all day Mr Taylor!"

"Sorry, I'm coming now."

With a quick check in the mirror to reassure myself that my secret was safe, I opened the door to my landlord.

"Sorry for the wait, I forgot you were coming today."

"Hmm, well luckily your the last for today so you haven't set me back," he said. "Now, let's see, have you had any problems with the flat, no breakages or faults to report?"

"No, everything's been fine, thanks,... all fine."

"OK, well, everything seems fine in here. I'll just check the kitchen and bathroom and then I'll leave you to your evening."

As he moved to walk past me into the kitchen I tried to step back to give him room, but as soon as I did, I knew it was a mistake. I felt the backs of my legs hit the edge of the bed and couldn't do anything to stop myself falling. At the same time, my robe was caught between my legs and the bed. Within a matter of seconds I found myself flat on my back with my robe flung open, exposing my basque to the world.

"Well, what do we have here?"

"Please, I didn't mean for you to see this, I'm sorry."

"Don't be sorry, I'm not. I always thought you were quite cute. Why don't you show me the full package sweetie?"

"No, please, can't we just forget this ever happened?"

"Oh no, I don't think so babe, not unless you want your nearest and dearest to find out what you get up to behind closed doors. No, I think we could have some fun with this. Who knows, maybe if you're a good girl, I might even make it worth your while." 

Looking in his eyes, I knew he was perfectly serious. I also knew that I couldn't let my friends or family know about this part of me. At the same time, I felt the woman inside of me longing to be fucked and when he referred to me as a girl, it sent a thrill down my spine. In that moment I decided: I would play the part for him and do whatever I could to please him. If I enjoyed it then who knows where it could lead? If not, at least I would have bought myself some time to find a way out of this situation.

I stood up, leaving my robe behind, and reached out to softly touch his hand with mine.

"OK then hun," I said in my most feminine voice, "why don't you make yourself comfortable while I get ready?"

"That's more like it," he said, placing a hand on my hip, "I'll wait right here on the bed. Don't be too long."

I took what I needed from my wardrobe and shut myself in the bathroom to get ready for the second time that day. Having fixed my make-up and wig I took of my pants and socks to reveal my skirt and nylons once more and took a moment to compose myself. I couldn't deny the fact that I was turned on and was feeling more than a little nervous about how he might react. Happy I had done all I could to make myself look pretty, I stepped out of the bathroom.

I was pleased to see a look of surprise and then lust pass across his face as he saw me, and I got the impression he was quickly reassessing the situation.

"Wow, you do look hot as a girlie! Come over here, let me see you."

I slowly walked towards him, using my hips to sway my ass, and did a little twirl in front of him.

"Do you like what you see?"

"Hell yes, you're more beautiful than I imagined." He reached out and ran his hand up my leg. "Your legs look fantastic and your bubble butt looks so feminine. Come, sit on my lap."

I sat sideways on his legs with my arms around his shoulders and felt his hands caressing my legs and my back.

"Do you have a girlie name, sweetie?"

"Hmm-mm, it's Lucy."

"And have you been with a man before Lucy?"

"No, you're my first."

"Well I'll have to be gentle then."

He pulled me closer on his lap and leaned in to place his lips on mine. I closed my eyes and let him kiss me. As I began to return his kiss and part my lips, he leaned back onto the bed and pulled me down on top of him. My leg came to rest between his and I could feel his bulge pressing against my knee. Meanwhile his hands had found my ass and were massaging my ass cheeks.

As his kissing became more passionate, my lust took over and my hand found its way to his crotch and began to fondle his package.

"Mmmm, have you found something you like, Lucy?"

"Mmmm, it feels so hard."

Sitting up, I unzipped his pants and pulled them off his legs along with his boxers, revealing his semi-hard cock, while he pulled his shirt off. Kneeling next to him, I leaned in, letting my hair brush his member, before taking it firmly in my hand and starting to stroke it. I could feel it growing in my hands as I played with it when I felt his hand on the back of my neck. He gently guided my head closer to his cock, leaving me in no doubt what he wanted. I tentatively brushed my lips against the head of his cock, before flicking my tongue out to get my first taste of his precum. 

"Oh, that feels good," he moaned. He tasted better than I expected too, and I felt ready to give my first blowjob. Holding his cock firmly by the base, I ran my tongue along the underside until I reached the head, gently placing it in my mouth and sucking. I was rewarded with a moan as I moved my mouth backwards and forwards over his hard cock, letting my tongue tease his head and gradually sucking more and more into my mouth. His groans of pleasure told me I was doing something right and his one hand returned to fondling my ass while the other began to force my head to bob faster and faster over his hot cock. 

As his hand slipped under my thong between my cheeks to press against my asshole, I moaned over his cock which seemed to drive him on even more. He brought his hand away from my ass and offered me his finger. Releasing his cock from my mouth for a moment, I took his finger into my mouth and sucked on it greedily, before returning to his cock for more. Soon, I felt his hand return to my ass and his finger slipped inside my hole, bringing out a groan of pleasure from my lips.

As his finger probed my asshole, I sucked hard on his cock.

"Oh God, I'm gonna cum Lucy."

I felt his orgasm build and sucked one last time, before feeling his hot cum hit the back of my throat. At the same time, my own cum exploded from my cock, soaking my panties. I swallowed the first spurt of his cum, but let the rest leak out around his cock, coating my chin in his juice.

Letting his cock fall from my mouth, he pulled me up to lie next to him and I draped my nylon clad leg across his cock. I was shocked when he leaned across and kissed my cum soaked lips. We French kissed passionately, sharing the cum between us, before falling into a satisfied sleep where we lay.

I felt like a whore, and I'd never felt so content.



The Landlord



I remember this well, even though it took place almost 40 years ago. It was the summer between my junior and senior years in college. I had not done well the last semester of my junior year, probably because I preferred partying to studying. That, combined with the fact that I would need a couple few extra hours to graduate on time, made it necessary that I attend summer classes. I had always lived in a fraternity house during the normal school year, but in the summer the house was closed down so I had to find a place to stay. 

I combed through ads in the local paper and visited a couple of potential places to stay. I finally settled on a room that was being let out by a middle age lady who was a widow. It was nice weather when I looked at the room and I failed to take into account the fact that it was an upstairs room, and would be pretty hot in the summer time. This was back when central air in houses was not all that common. I had to share a bathroom with the widow, but I really didn't mind that. I found her somewhat attractive, even though she was probably around 42 and I just turned 21. 

While chatting with her one day I found out that her husband had died in a car accident a couple of years before, and she just liked to have someone around to talk to, so she rented out this room to college students to help make ends meet. They had not had any children so she was pretty much alone. Her parents were still living but they lived in another state. She worked, as well, so was gone weekdays, during normal business hours.

Summer classes started the first week in June and I concentrated on those, determined to make up for past mistakes. I wasn't so tempted to party since all of my fraternity brothers were gone for the summer, as were all the girls that I dated. The campus was a pretty quiet place during the summer. I was working a part-time job as an orderly in a local hospital so most of my time was taken up with classes, studying, and work. I didn't have time to play.

One day I was in a hurry. I had just finished a class and had to be to work shortly. It was a weekday, and I ran into the house to change for work and stormed into the bathroom to take a leak. As I threw open the bathroom door I was startled to find Mrs. Roper, my landlord, soaking in the bathtub. I quickly did an about face apologizing for barging in, but not before I noticed her perky tits and small pert nipples. Mrs. Roper yelled through the door that she would be done shortly. I replied with an okay. I ran on upstairs to get changed. When I came down the bathroom door was open and her bedroom door was closed so I went on into the bathroom and relieved myself. As I left for work I knocked on Mrs. Roper's bedroom door and told her, through the door, that I was leaving and wouldn't be back until shortly after 9:00 when my shift ended. All through my shift I couldn't think about anything except Mrs. Roper's breasts. 

Finally 9:00 rolled around and I punched out and headed back to my room. When I walked into the house through the kitchen door, Mrs. Roper was sitting at the kitchen table dressed in a robe and drinking a glass of wine. 

She glanced at me and smiled and said, "Dan, why don't you sit down and join me for a glass of wine?"

"Okay." I said, "By the way, I'm really sorry about barging in on you in the bathroom this afternoon. I thought you would still be at work."

"Oh, that's not your fault," she said, "I left work early with a headache, and thought a cool bath might help relieve it. I should have locked the bathroom door I suppose. But, I really didn't want to."

I looked at her kind of puzzled as she sat a glass of wine down in front of me. I said, "What do you mean you didn't want to?"

"Well, Dan, I think we should be a little more at ease with each other," she said smiling, " for instance you should call me Ann instead of Mrs. Roper, and another thing is I don't like having to be so careful not to flaunt my sexuality around you. If you don't mind, I think we should be a lot more open about our bodies."

"Open, bodies, what do you mean?" I said and my cock began to stiffen in my pants. I took a sip of wine and was really curious as to where this conversation was going.

"I have something to confess to you, but I have to have your word that you won't disclose my secret to anyone, no one at all. Do you promise?" 

Well, what was I going to say, I was so intrigued I couldn't say anything but yes.

Before I knew what was happening she stood up and undid her robe and opened it to give me a full view of her body. I starred at it and took in her hourglass shape and her small breasts with the perky nipples and as my eyes wondered on down to her pubic region I notice a penis, and nearly spit out a mouthful of wine. I just sat there in a trance. I had never seen anything like it before. Finally she closed her robe back up and sat back down.

"I know that isn't what you expected," she said, "but I was born a girl in a boys body. When I was 21 I went to a doctor that specialized in those type of situations, and he took care of me. He began giving me hormones to help me with my body hair which, luckily, was very sparse as it was, and to help me with the curves I needed, to become a female. The doctor and I became very close and eventually married. Yes, my husband who was killed was also my doctor. After a few treatments we started dating, he told me he was bi-sexual and loved what he called 'transsexuals'. After a few months we became husband and wife and no one knew that I had once been a male. Luckily I was small in stature and bone structure and my body developed into a nice shape, and my voice changed as I continued taking the hormones. Roger, my husband, eventually found someone who could enlarge my breasts slightly and we had that done, so my transformation was complete, I was a female in all aspects except for one, and that was the fact that I had a penis and no vagina. We lived a wonderful life until Roger was killed in the car accident. Now I have become so horny I don't know what to do."

I sat there dumbfounded. My mind was spinning and my cock was stiffening. I'm sure my mouth was open and I was just starring at Ann. The only thing I could think to blurt out was, "How did you have sex?"

Ann smiled and said, "we had wonderful sex, most of the time Roger would fuck me anally, but every once in a while he would want me to fuck him as well, and of course we both enjoyed oral sex."

"But I'm not a queer," I said.

"I know you're not," Ann said, "but think of me as a female and not a male. Perhaps that would help."

"Uh, okay," I said, "but you still have a penis."

"Yes, that I do," Ann said, "but I also have breasts."

"Yes, you do," I said, " and lovely breasts they are."

"See, you're thinking about them aren't you?" she said with a smile.

"Yes, I am, but I'm also thinking about the penis," I said, "why did you tell me all of this and show me your body."

"I had several boys apply for this room before you, but I just liked the way you looked and the fact that you are shorter and small boned like me. You just appealed to me." she said. "I guess I was hoping something might come of having you here, and after the incident today, I knew you were too polite to make a pass at me, so I decided to take the bull by the horns."

"I see, and what is it you want to do with the bull?" I said.

"I'd like you to give me a chance to please you." she said.

As horny as I was, I was ready to try about anything, but a penis, I didn't know for sure. My cock was saying one thing and my mind was saying another. 

"Well, I need to think about this some," I said, "it is quite a shock from my viewpoint."

"I understand," Ann said, "well, the invitation is there if you decide to accept it. And please remember to keep this between us. I certainly don't want this to get out."

"Of course," I said, "I promised to keep the secret and I'm a man of my word, please don't worry about that. I really appreciate you being so open with me. I'd better go on to bed. I have a 8:00 class in the morning."

"Okay, good night," she said, as I rose, hoping my stiff cock wouldn't show through my jeans.

I went on upstairs to my room thinking about what had just happened. I had never been propositioned before, by a male or a female let alone a mix of the two. I didn't know what to do. I undressed and crawled into bed nude as I usually did, but my cock was semi erect just thinking about Ann. I opened a chemistry book and tried to study some but my mind wouldn't let me. I just kept thinking of Ann's beautiful breasts, and her little cock. If only she didn't have that cock, I kept thinking, she would be gorgeous, but then I got to wondering what it would be like to play with it. Does it get hard like mine? Since she had a cock maybe she could suck one better. My mind reeled. What was I to do?

I finally fell into a fitful sleep and dreamed of cocks. Much to my amazement I had a wet dream that night, and didn't even awaken, but I felt the moistness of the cum in the morning when the alarm went off. I began to wonder if I had just dreamed what I thought had happened last night. I usually ate a quick breakfast at the campus union before class. So I dressed and told myself I would wash the bedding that evening. I meet Ann in the kitchen as she was also getting ready to leave for work. She smiled at me and said, "I hope I didn't scare you too much last night."

"So it wasn't a dream," I said and smiled back at her.

"No, it wasn't a dream," she said, "keep thinking about my offer."

That is just what I did all day, think about her offer. I couldn't concentrate on the lectures because I was thinking about it. I went to the library after class to study. I wasn't getting much studying done though. Thank goodness it was Friday and I had a weekend to clear my mind. The more I thought about it though the more excited I became and the more my cock throbbed. Okay, I told myself, I'm going to have to do something. I finally decided to take Ann up on her offer, just out of curiosity, of course.

I decided to pick up some items to fix for supper, at the neighborhood market, on my way back to the house. Friday nights Ann and I usually would concoct some items and share, pot luck style. I got home about an hour before Ann, and I showered and shaved, and then dressed in my jeans and a t-shirt. I was in the kitchen preparing my food when Ann walked in. She looked really nice in a white frilly blouse and dark skirt. 

As she passed by me, she told me she was going to freshen up and get into something more comfortable. I got a whiff of her perfume, as she passed, and my cock began to spring into action. I kept thinking of her in female terms. I guess because that helped me to justify what I was about to do. After about 20 minutes she came back into the kitchen in short shorts and a yellow summer pullover with spaghetti string straps. I could tell she didn't have a bra on as her nipples were causing little points in the blouse.

"Well, have you thought over my offer," she said.

I didn't say a word. I turned to her and took her in my arms and kissed her slowly and passionately. I felt her breasts press against my chest as we embraced and kissed for a few minutes.

"I guess you have," she said, as we stopped to breathe. "Let's celebrate and each have a beer."

We had a pleasant meal sharing each others food and chatting about our interests. I mostly listened as Ann told me about her life with Roger and their experiences. She told me about the time they had gone to a nude beach in southern France, and about the heads that turned when they strolled down the beach. They both enjoyed the tantalizing effect they seemed to have on others, both men and women. My cock continued to pulse as she talked.

Finally supper was over and dishes were done so we decided to get down to business. Ann told me we should use her bedroom since she had a queen size bed and it would be more comfortable for playing. We went into the bedroom, and she told me to get undressed and lay on the bed while she freshened up again. She went into the bath room, and a few minutes later came out in a see through black baby doll negligee that didn't do much to hide her lovely figure. I had stripped and was laying on the bed with my cock at half staff. When she walked out it came to full erection. The first thing she did was look at it and stare with a mixture of desire and fear.

"What is wrong," I said.

" It is quite a bit bigger than Roger's, " she said looking at my cock. It is about eight inches fully erect, so it usually gets some attention. 

I noticed her small cock protruding though the sheer panties of her negligee. She came over and lowered herself onto the bed beside me. I took her in my arms and we began kissing. I pressed my body up against her, and could feel her breasts, and her now erect cock pressing against me. I'm sure she felt my cock pulsing between us, as well. I slowly removed the top portion of her baby doll negligee and cupped her breasts. I lowered my lips to her nipples and began to suck on them. This really seemed to have an effect on her as she began to moan and writhe. I could feel her nipples stiffen as I sucked. After awhile she rolled me over on my back and said, "Okay, my turn."

She began by kissing me on the lips and then moved on down my body, past my neck to my nipples and she began to suck on them and I could feel how she must have felt. I'd never really had anyone concentrate on my nipples before, but it really did feel good, and made my cock pulse as she sucked. She didn't stop there though. She moved her kisses on down across my stomach and on to my cock. She took it in her hand and began to kiss it up and down and paid special attention to the underside. She massaged my balls as her mouth worked on my cock. Oh my god, it felt so good. After a few minutes of foreplay she took the head into her mouth and I felt her tongue exploring it and caressing it like I had never had anyone do before. Of course, I had only been with a couple of girls so most everything was fairly new to me. She lowered her lips down the shaft about half way and looked up at me with her lovely blue eyes and played her tongue on the bottom of my cock. I was in heaven. 

She pulled off of my cock and said, "your cock is too big for me to take completely, but I'll do the best I can." 

"You're doing great," I said. 

Ann explored, kissed, and caressed my cock and balls for almost 10 minutes and then I couldn't hold my orgasm any longer. I told her I was going to cum, and she buried her mouth onto my cock as far as she could get it and I shot my cum down her throat. She swallowed quickly and must have sucked while I came, because I had the most intense orgasm I had ever had. I completely relaxed after I came and she moved up the bed a little to lay burrowed beside me with her breast on my chest and her head on my shoulder. After I had come back down to earth, I told her that was the best orgasm I had ever had. I could feel, more than see, her smile and she said she was glad I enjoyed it.

"How was it that you made me cum so hard," I asked.

"I just suck slightly as you cum," she said, "and it intensifies the orgasm. It is something Roger taught me."

"How can you swallow my cum," I asked, "doesn't it taste bad?" 

"No, not at all," she said, "as a matter of fact it is quite tasty." Then she proceeded to move up and give me a kiss and she ran her tongue into my mouth. I was surprised but I could also slightly taste a mild salty flavor in her kiss. "See, that doesn't taste bad, does it?", she said, and smiled at me as I realized I had just tasted my own cum.

"No, it really didn't," I said.

We started talking about the things that turn us on, and Ann admitted that she loves being sucked off as well. Oh boy, that puts me on the spot. I'd never even felt another penis, let alone sucked one before. 

She sprang to life and said, "Okay, it's my turn now," as she slipped out of her black see through panties and straddled my stomach. I looked at her and marveled at her beauty. She really was a lovely sight, sitting there with her dark hair and perky breasts, with their pert nipples, and her feminine figure and her cock and balls laying out there on my stomach. Her cock was about half the size of mine. I just starred at her.

Finally she said smiling, "Go ahead just touch it, it won't bite." 

I moved my hand up and put a couple of fingers on her cock. It stiffened a little and I quickly pulled back. Ann laughed at my reaction. I touched it again and it felt a lot like mine. I pressed it down on my stomach and I could feel it's warmth. Ann raised up on her knees some so that her cock hung loose between her legs and I could grasp it. I did just that and it felt pleasant, really kind of exciting. I stroked it a few strokes and she began to stiffen. 

"Are you ready," Ann asked.

"I guess so, as ready as I'll ever be," I said.

She walked on her knees up toward my face until her cock was right in front of my face. I noticed a small drop of pre cum on her slit and I stuck my tongue out to lick it off. Start with baby steps I thought. I began kissing her cock and then before I knew it I had it buried in my mouth. It actually felt very sexy. I can't really explain it, but I didn't feel like it was wrong. It just felt warm and stiff and right. 

She was moving her cock in and out of my mouth like she was fucking it. I could take the whole thing into my mouth, since it was only about 4 and a half inches. Suddenly she pushed into my mouth hard, and I felt more than tasted her hot cum hit the back of my throat. I tried to suck, but it took me by surprise, and I just let things flow unscripted. She held onto the headboard while she orgasmed. I thought what a turn on this was, seeing her above me like this, in the throws of orgasm. I marveled at her erect nipples, the look of pleasure on her face, and her cock buried in my mouth shooting her cum down my throat. I was actually getting erect again. I couldn't believe this.

Finally she slipped her cock out of my mouth and slid down my body and leaned over and kissed me probing her tongue into my mouth lapping up what cum she could still taste. My cock was now stiff as a board and pushing into her butt as she straddled me.

"Oh my, you are randy tonight," she said, as she reached back and caressed my cock, pushing it between her butt crack.

"Are you ready for more," she said.

"I'm game," I said, "I can't believe how much fun this is."

"Okay, let's proceed with our lessons then," she said. "You'll have to let me be on top for this one though. It has been awhile since I have fucked, and with your big cock, I need to proceed slowly."

She reached over onto the nightstand and picked up a bottle. She said it was a lubricant and she proceeded to pour some in her hand. She then stroked my cock with it, and reached behind her butt and apparently put some in her anus. She then straddled me again and took my erect cock and positioned her butt over it. Then I could feel her lower herself down onto my cock. I felt the head of my cock slip into her hole as she slowly and deliberately slid my cock up into her anus. I watched her face and some of the contortions she was making. It seemed like that had to hurt, but since I was on the receiving end it felt good to me. I had never felt a pussy so tight before. After a few minutes she had engulfed my cock completely. I was again in ecstasy. She slowly started to slide up and down on my cock. I could feel the warmth wrap around it and the friction of the tightness, as she slowly fucked me. I watched her cock and balls bounce in front of her as she rode my cock, now getting faster and faster. It wasn't too long before I felt another orgasm coming on. I wasn't sure what she wanted to do. I quietly said I was about to cum again, and she increased her motion some. Finally I felt the rush of orgasm, and I pushed up into her butt. She pushed back taking it as deep as it would go and I shot my wad into her hot ass hole. We froze in that coupled pose for a few seconds as I finished cumming, then she collapsed on top of me, both of us drained of energy from our exertion. My cock stayed buried in her fuck hole, as she squeezed every last drop of my cum out of it. Finally it softened and slipped out. I could feel my cum dripping out of her pussy onto my pubic area. God, it was so sexy. I couldn't believe I had had misgivings about this relationship. We kissed and cuddled and eventually drifted off to sleep both exhausted.




The Landlord Ch. 02



I watched as my friend and neighbor Tom slowly pumped his thick 9-inch cock up into my girlfriend's distended pussy. Jess straddled Tom facing away from him and toward me, ensuring that I had an unimpeded view of the proceedings. She sighed as she sank down on him and he slid all the way in, her pussy lips gripping him tightly as she did so. 

As always, the sight made me hard as a rock, helped in no small measure by the fact that Tom's gorgeous wife, Maya, was expertly stroking me as I watched her husband cuckolding me. I was leaking pre-cum like a kitchen faucet with a busted washer; the head of my cock was already glistening with it as Maya squeezed and stroked and swirled one finger around the opening. Every so often she would run one exquisite fingernail under the glans along the nerve, sending an electric thrill up and down the shaft.

Maya giggled wickedly. "David sure loves to watch you fuck other guys, doesn't he, Jess?"

My girlfriend grunted as she sank to the hilt on Tom's cock. "You know he does," she said. "Sometimes I think he'd rather watch me fuck another man than fuck me himself."

The weird thing was that Jess was uncomfortably close to the truth. In the six months since we'd started living in the small apartment building, Jess had been fucking our 65 year-old landlord several times a week, never failing to let me know when he'd stretched her out with his 12-inch long, beer can-thick monster cock, just like he'd stretched out all of the other young wives and girlfriends who lived in the building. Including Tom's wife, Maya. 

Not that any of us husbands and boyfriends were complaining. It wouldn't have done any good, anyway. Jethro was the A-Number One cock of the roost, and our women were only too glad to for it. Besides, once you'd seen your lady totally ruined by the old coot's foot-long monster, there wasn't much to do but accept the natural order of things. I was hung pretty well -- 8 inches and a bit more and no complaints from any girl I'd bedded -- but neither I, nor Tom, nor any of the other men in the building stood a ghost of a chance of competing with Jethro. 

It just was what it was, and we go used to it. More than used to it. In a strange way it felt totally correct and it was incredibly hot. Though Tom fucked at least one other wife and one other girlfriend in addition to Jess -- and though he did a damn fine job of it too -- he'd allowed as how watching Maya take Jethro's monster cock in her bald Asian pussy got him hotter than anything. "I may be a bull, but I'm also Jethro's cuck, just like you, and I have no problem admitting it," he'd said.

Maya was encouraging me to bull for another couple in the building who were interested in playing with a guy closer to their own age. They were freshmen and both 18. From a small Iowa town like Jess and me, too. Sara was a pretty thing -- raven-haired and grey-eyed and really petite, maybe 4 feet 11 inches tall, slim and fit. Her boyfriend, Tate, was a nice guy, though slight and a bit shy. He was still struggling to adjust to the fact that Sara was getting pounded by Jethro, and I was not so sure I wanted to add to the adjustment. Maya was having none of it.

"Don't let Sara fool you -- she loves cuckolding Tate and wants some variety. I'd offer up Tom, but he's already taking care of Jess and two others. Besides, Tate's only hung about 5 ½ inches and now that Sara's had Jethro stretch out her pussy she needs a bigger cock," she opined. "You should see the other side of the cuckolding scene for yourself, and Sara thinks you're really cute."

I'd come to understand that Maya was quite the instigator. She'd not only encouraged Jess to fuck Jethro in the first place, but had then persuaded her to cuck me with Tom, not that it had taken much effort. Jess was completely willing and after seeing her with Jethro, nothing much phased me. Tom had let me know that Maya had also set him up to bull for the other two couples. "She's really into it," he'd said. "Loves seeing me cuckold other guys, and loves being the femdom."

I'd made a point of having a couple of beers with Tate just to check out the situation on my own terms. I liked him, and we hit it off pretty well. When I'd finally worked my way around to asking about Sara, he nearly blushed but admitted his girlfriend wanted more cock than he could deliver. 

"Jethro's pretty well ruined her pussy for me. I mean, we still make love, but mostly it's me eating the creampies after she's been fucked, and her giving me a hand job or oral sex." He'd paused, then said, "Besides, it's embarrassing to admit it, but I really get off seeing Sara fuck other guys, and she really gets hot having me watch. Guess we're destined to be a cuckold couple."

I'd laughed at that. "You guys, me and Jess, Tom and Maya and every other couple in this building. Jethro's been turning young college students into cuckold couples for years," I said. "And if that isn't enough, I know for a fact that he's bred more than a few."

Tate was shocked. "You've got to be kidding. At his age?"

I shook my head. "You doubt it? With that monster of his and the huge loads he puts into our women it's bound to happen. The couple who had your apartment before you moved in, did you meet them?" Tate shook his head. "Married graduate couple; he was 24 and she was 23. When they left she was three months pregnant. By design, too. They asked Jethro to breed her and it did not take him long to get the job done." Tate sat there slack-jawed. "Better make damn sure Sara is on the pill and doesn't skip any doses," I added. "Jethro is potent as hell."

I'd pressed Tate about whether he was sure he could handle it if I cucked him. He assured me he would manage. "Besides, I almost never get to watch Sara with Jethro anymore, and she's frustrated that she isn't able to show off."

He was right about that. Jethro made certain that new husbands and boyfriends watched the first few times he took our women. He wanted to make sure we knew who the alpha bull was, and there was no question about it once you'd seen your lady impaled on his pole. After that, he had no use for us and made it clear we were to wait, not watch. It was one of the reasons I'd agreed to have Tom bull for us. I truly enjoyed watching Jess fuck him, as much as she enjoyed having me watch. Who was I to deny Tate the same pleasure? 

"All right," I said. "I'll give it a try. Do you have any pointers? I don't want to disappoint you."

"Let me talk to Sara," Tate replied. "I'll get her to let Jess know what she wants."

A loud moan from Jess snapped me out of my reverie. I looked over as she ground her pussy down to the base of Tom's big cock while he thrust into her as deep as he could go. She looked me right in the eyes. "God, I love fucking Tom's big dick. It's the next best thing after Jethro's monster," she said, grinning wickedly. "I just love having you watch me cuckolding you. It gets me so damn hot seeing how hard your cock gets when you see another man taking me."

Maya was rubbing the head of my cock harder now, and the pre-cum was dripping onto the end of the bed where we sat. She leaned forward and whispered in my ear. "You like watching my husband fuck your slut girlfriend with his big cock?" I nodded. "You know he fucks her better than you, don't you?" I nodded again. "I bet you can't wait to suck his hot cum load out of her pussy, am I right?" I nodded. "Then tell him what you want him to do, cuckie," she instructed, stroking my cock still faster. I gasped.

I looked at Jess, pounding herself up and down on Tom's cock. Her eyes were heavy-lidded and half open, a sure sign she was nearing a massive orgasm. She was watching me intently, and leaned back so I could get an even better view of her sopping pussy. I could see Tom's big balls, swollen with the load he was going to deliver into her womb, and I knew he was close to climaxing himself.

"Fuck my slut girlfriend harder, Tom" I groaned. "Stretch her pussy and fill her up with cum. Give it to her."

In an instant, Jess slammed down on Tom and started shaking as she orgasmed. I could see her labia clenching on his hard cock as he arched his back and spewed his load deep into her cunt. Jess was gasping for breath as her climax went on and on, Tom seemingly matching her spasm for spasm. Finally, Jess collapsed back against him, shaking. As she did so, Maya stroked the nerve under my glans faster and faster until my pent-up orgasm erupted, shooting cum several feet across the bedroom until it splattered on the carpet.

Jess slowly raised herself off Tom's softening cock and lay back, motioning for me to approach. As I did so, Tom and Maya left the bedroom. Jess kissed me passionately and then spread her legs wide, holding her pussy lips open with her fingers. "Time to suck my pussy clean, lover," she said, as I lowered my mouth to her wetness and slid my tongue into her gaping opening.

Afterward, we talked as we lay on the bed. I filled Jess in on my conversation with Tate. She listened intently. "I think it's a great idea for me to talk to Sara," she said. "She'll tell me things she might be hesitant to tell you, at least right now. I'll take a shower and go chat her up."

She was gone for nearly two hours. She kissed me when she returned. "Well that was certainly interesting," she said, pouring herself a glass of wine. I waited patiently until she began.

"Turns out our little country girl Sara is quite the adventuresome slut," Jess began. "For starters, this isn't their first cuckold situation. She loves Tate to pieces -- says he's her one and only soul mate. But he just doesn't do it for her in bed. He's too small and too quick," she said. "They started having problems, which didn't escape the notice of Tate's dad. He asked about it, and after a lot of hemming and hawing, Tate told him what the problem was." I nodded, and Jess continued.

"I'm not sure how to put this delicately, but I should say that Tate got shortchanged in the family manhood department. His dad is well-hung. Very well hung -- pretty much at least as big as Tom, probably bigger," she said. "He's also a widower. Didn't take all that long for him reach the logical conclusion, which was that he could help out temporarily. At least it was supposed to be temporary, but Sara got hooked on his big dick. Plus the fact that she was cucking her boyfriend with his own father really got her hot." I sat, surprised.

"Tate didn't watch at first," she said. "Sara would come over for dinner and go upstairs with his dad, or come over after school. But she wanted Tate to watch and make it a shared experience. Told him it felt like cheating because he wasn't there. He finally agreed to it. It was awkward at first, but it became just a part of their relationship. Everyone's happy, I guess. Sara gets all the big cock she wants when they're home, Tate's enjoying getting cucked by his dad, and his dad bangs the hell out of Sara."

Jess smiled and continued. "It gets even more convoluted," she said. "Sara has a married older sister; she's 25, I think. Anyway, Sara told her all about what was going on. I guess she needed to talk to someone about it. Turns out her sister's husband travels all the time and so she is frustrated as all get out. She was intrigued by the whole idea of cuckolding, talked it over with her husband, and he agreed to let her try it. So now Tate's dad is banging Sara and her married sister, too. The husband doesn't get to watch much because he's out on the road, but when he's home he watches all the time and when he's not there, Tate fills in for him. Sara tells me the husband is quite nicely hung, too, maybe your size and thicker. She didn't come out and say so, but it's a safe bet he's fucking her too."

I sat, pretty well stunned.

"So it really was no adjustment at all when Sara and Tate moved in here and she got nailed by Jethro," Jess said. "Sara's a horny little slut and needs more cock than she gets from Jethro, so that's where you come in, sweetie."

"What is it that she wants?" I asked.

"She likes it pretty nasty," Jess replied. "Hair pulling, ass slapping, dirty talk, that kind of stuff. Likes to be a real slut in front of Tate. He gets off on it too. From my point of view, Tom's primarily a bull who likes to get cucked; you're primarily a cuck who I hope will enjoy being a bull. Tate is a cuck, period."

"You think I'm basically a cuck?" I asked, my pride tweaked a bit.

"You don't?" she replied. "Hell, sweetie, you hardly batted an eyelash when I started fucking Jethro and as I recall you were completely enthusiastic about me cucking you with Tom. Not to mention how easily you took to pussy cleaning." She grinned at me. 

"Jethro has a huge hung black friend he's promised to introduce me to. Says he's older, longer, and thicker and just loves fucking young white wives and girlfriends in front of their cucks. He's already fucked Maya a couple of times and she says he's even better than Jethro. She did warn me that once I go black I may not want to come back, though. It's part of the reason she set up Tom with us and the two other couples -- so he can get pussy if she goes black only. They're talking about it," she said.

I wondered how long it would be before Jess and I were having the same discussion. She must have been reading my mind. "I'm not going to make any decisions until I've fucked Leonard, and you'll be there when I do," she said. "Besides, between Jethro and Tom, you're not fucking me very much these days and when you do, I'm so stretched out I have a hard time feeling you and I know you don't get a lot of pussy friction either. Add a black monster cock to the equation and you can see where it could go, can't you sweetie?" I nodded, and Jess kissed me. "Plus Maya says black bulls like to pass around young white sluts to their friends. If they do it means I'll be getting more huge cock than I can handle."

Clearly, I had a lot to think about. I walked down the hall and knocked on Tom and Maya's door. Tom opened it and let me in, offering me a beer in the process. I told him what was on my mind and asked him about Maya and Leonard.

He sighed. "He doesn't make Jethro look small, god knows no one could do that. But he's bigger -- a little longer, a bit thicker and it's black as night," he said. "Did she tell you he's over 70 years old? He's all wiry muscle -- tough as an old Army boot. He used to be in the Army, where he developed a real taste for married white women. That's all he fucks, too, white wives and white girlfriends, with the occasional Asian thrown in. Says he's converted every white woman he's ever had. I have no reason to doubt his word."

"How many times has he fucked Maya?" I asked.

"So far, twice, and that's been enough to get her talking about going black full time. Don't know how he does it, but he gets inside her head. I've never seen her act like she does with him -- just a total complete submissive slut. Did anything he told her to, came like I've never seen her before, and ended up passed out. It was like that both times," he said.

What are you thinking about it?" I asked.

"I honestly don't know. Leonard shares his white women with his family and told me her pussy would be used too much to be available for me. Said if he fucks her a couple more times she'll only be thinking about black cock when she's fucking me anyway, so I might as well get used to it. I would have laughed but Maya's already told me she's going to fuck him some more."

"Wow!" I said.

"Indeed. You better watch out, David. Jess has been asking a lot of questions, and Maya is definitely encouraging her to fuck Leonard. I'm certain she will, too," he said. "He's coming over tomorrow, and I think Maya has set Jess up to fuck him."

"Jess told me she wasn't going to make any decisions until she fucked Leonard," I explained.

Tom laughed. "Looks like that's going to happen sooner than you expected. All the more reason for you to start fucking Sara. If Jess tries Leonard's black monster I don't know how much more of her pussy you can expect to get."

"Between Jethro and you, I'm not getting very much of it as it is now," I groused.

Tom had the good grace to wince at the comment. "Sorry about that, my friend," he said. I smiled and nodded.

"No worries, Tom. Jess is getting all the cock she needs, and I sure don't mind watching her get it." I thanked him for his time and went back to our place. Jess was waiting for me with a purposeful look on her face.

"We should talk, sweetheart," she said. I sat down. "Leonard is coming here tomorrow, but not to fuck Maya. He's coming to fuck me. I asked him to do it. I know things are happening fast, but I really want to try big black cock and see what it's all about," she said. "Can you be okay with it?"

I sighed. "I don't know what to think, Jess. We've gone from being monogamous to you cuckolding me with Jethro and Tom in a really short time. Now you want to add a black monster cock to the mix," I said. "Tom says Maya's fucked Leonard twice and she's on the verge of going black only. I worry about that happening. Hell, Jess, we're not even married and you're already a slut 'wife' and I'm your cuck."

She kissed me, tenderly. "No matter what, my heart will always be yours. It doesn't matter who owns my pussy." Then she smiled. "Besides, tell me the thought of your petite little girlfriend getting fucked out of her mind by a huge black bull doesn't get you hard as a rock."

The bitch of it was, she was right.

Leonard arrived at 10:00 a.m. the following morning. He was a bit under 6 feet tall and impeccably trim and fit, not an ounce of fat on him. His hair was close cropped, military style, and had long since gone to grey. He didn't so much enter our apartment as he took control of it like a combat objective. "I'll have some coffee," he said. It wasn't a request.

While Jess went to make the coffee, he looked me up and down. "How old are you, son?" he asked. I told him. "And how old is your slut?" I told him she was nineteen. He laughed. "I swear, you white bois are giving up your women younger and younger every year. Used to be I was lucky if I found a wife under forty. Now they're mostly in their twenties, some are a bit younger like yours."

He looked at me intently. "Do you understand how this is going to work?" I shook my head. "I'm a take charge guy, no nonsense. I'm 72 and most likely fitter than you'll ever be. I have the biggest, thickest, hardest, blackest cock you'll ever see. I can fuck longer, harder, and better than any man your girlfriend will ever have inside her pussy and I'll make her cum so much she'll beg me to stop. Which I will not do until I've pumped her full of more nut juice than she's ever had in her worn out pussy. Are you clear so far?" he asked.

"Yes, sir," I said.

"Good. I am not interested in romance. I am focused like a laser on one objective, and that is turning as many of your young white wives and girlfriends into black cock only sluts. By the time I am finished breaking her in, she won't have the slightest interest in your or any other little white cuck boi cock, but she'll spread for any black man I tell her to fuck. Are we clear on that?"

"Crystal," I said.

"A few final details. Once we go into your bedroom neither you nor your girlfriend call it off. Her pussy is mine until I'm done with it. After I'm finished, you can talk it over and see if you want to continue; you work that out between you. I give you fair warning that I've never had a white girl turn down a second encounter. If it goes beyond two or three encounters, in my experience she's a convert and her pussy will belong to black cock. That can be a hard adjustment. Any questions?"

I shook my head.

Jess came back with the coffee and Leonard drank his quickly. "Okay," he said, "time for your first black cock encounter. It won't be your last." He turned to Jess. "Go get naked." She practically ran to the bedroom. Leonard laughed. "Guess we know what she wants," he said, and we followed.




The Landlord Ch. 02



Karen flipped open the compact and grinned ghoulishly. She wiped away an errant splash of lipstick, a particularly sparkly pink, and popped her lips. The reflection moved up to her eyes. Eyeliner, mascara, eye shadow. She had the whole crew working overtime this morning, but they didn't look to be up to the job.

Eduardo had insisted she stay with him, and this early in a relationship, she knew better than to act like a prima donna. She had wanted to go home, of course. She was getting too old for this nonsense, but she was also getting too old to walk out. Sitting there on the vinyl stool, bathed in the red light of a neon Coors sign, she had smiled gamely at Eduardo's idiot back-slapping with his fellow barflies and had even faked a smile when he insisted they all down some ridiculous flaming shot before heading home. Cooing and moaning as was to be expected, she had waited on all fours as Eduardo flailed around behind her, grateful when he finished with a spittly "Oh fuck yeah. Fuck yeah." 

Now it was damage control time. A decade ago, she could have emptied a bottle of tequila and been fucked raw in a club bathroom and still looked ready for the runway by breakfast. Now the eyes looking back at her were surrounded by baby crow's feet, each little crevice telling a story of falling or failing, pieces of her cut away by the sharp grit of life, cruel little shards one after another from the men in her past, leaving dark, empty spaces that could never be filled again with any amount of cosmetics. Her baby blues, the ones whose giddy twinkle had once reduced so many swaggering young men to wide-eyed finger puppets, had become roadside gravel, their youthful shine clouded by the unwashable build up of thirty-five years of dust and filth. 

Depreciated. That was the word. She had plenty of difficulty with most of the accounting concepts Jimmy had been trying to teach her, but that wasn't one of them. She was living it, straight-line depreciation from homecoming queen to Eduardo. She'd even made a lame joke about it during one of the afternoons he had been spent immersing her in debits and credits. His reaction had been fierce. Physically grabbing her, something he never did unless it was an after hours session, he had launched into a harangue, defending her, imploring her. Do not ever allow yourself to be defined by somebody else's bullshit, he'd said. You are wonderful, Karen, he'd said, you just need to have more faith in yourself. No one since Rodrigo had talked to her like that. She had wanted so much for him to kiss her then, but he hadn't. 

She put the compact back in her purse and swiveled in her chair to look behind her. Through the frosted glass, she could see the soft, fuzzy outline of Jimmy at his desk. He had arrived early today, had hardly said hello as he'd walked past the front desk and shut the door. Not even a request for coffee. And the other thing, well, it had been three weeks since he had touched her. It had never been that long before, with him or his father. She pulled out the compact and checked herself again. 

The phone on the desk beeped twice. She pressed a button. "Good morning, Jimmy."

"Hi Karen. Can you come back here? I need you to scan something for me."

"Sure thing, Jimmy."

She walked back to the office. She rapped twice on the door, and his father had taught her, and opened it slowly. Jimmy was seated, crouching over the giant oak desk, one hand signing, the other hand flipping from one page to the next. It had been two years, and she still couldn't get used to seeing him there. She had first met him, eight years back, in her first week of work. She thought he'd been a tenant, a college kid in a backwards baseball cap, coming by to explain why the rent money had been spent on beer, but he had bounded right by her, without a glance, and opened the door to the office with an enthusiastic, "Pops!". She had hurried into the office and found the kid hugging her new boss. "Karen, this is my son, Jimmy. Jimmy, our new receptionist, Karen." Jimmy had given her a lopsided smile and padded over with an extended paw. 

Now he was the man behind the desk. The goofy college kid was long gone, but with his slim build and his tousle of blonde hair, he still looked out of place behind the ponderous two-ton relic of carved oak. Marv had ridden astride that desk, his prodigious bulk pushing up the ceiling, his glare forcing the walls into retreat. He had a laugh, loud and full, that would send pigeons wheeling into the air. His joy became your joy, and when he was delighted with you, you were delighted with life. When she had fucked something up, which wasn't uncommon, especially early on, his voice had boomed, a thunderclap across the office, warning of a tirade to come, one that inevitably would leave her in tears. 

Jimmy wasn't anything like Marv. Where his father growled at life, daring it to challenge him, Jimmy smiled at it, trying to coax it to his wishes. The office that had once strained to contain his father's thrashing stood bemused at its quiet and good-natured new occupant. The bluster and cigars had been replaced by dimples and a dorm fridge full of Gatorade. The only time she ever saw any of Marv in Jimmy was on the rare occasion when the subject of boxing came up or when he came to her with his wallet open.

Looking at the desk, she remembered the first time. Of course, Marv had fucked her on every side, angle, and surface of the desk. He had been heavy and none too nimble, but he had been very imaginative about contorting her so he could use the desk as support. He had been a man of his generation, a man who learned sex when porn was still hidden in grimy theatres, the internet was science fiction, and BDSM was just four random letters. He undressed her, fucked her, and paid her. He was enthusiastic, and she always enjoyed it, but it was as vanilla as could be. 

She had found Jimmy in his father's chair. They had closed the office for the week, but she had come up to change out of the heels into the boots she kept under the desk. The snow had fallen heavily during the funeral, and the buses were out of service, so she had resigned herself to walking. He was spinning the chair slowly back and forth. His eyes were red, and his blonde hair shot out at painful angles. 

"Jimmy, are you okay? What are you doing here?"

She had felt stupid the moment she said it, but then what could you say at a moment like this that didn't feel foolish. Forty-eight hours before, she was wishing them well, ushering them out of the office, have a great night, enjoy the fights. Jimmy had been a Golden Glove star, like his Daddy twenty five years before, and the Friday night fights were their thing. They'd get a steak at Tomasino's, bullshit about everything under the sun, cheer dizzily for the neighborhood kids, and then talk the fights over a cocktail. Same thing every week. And as every week, after they said their goodbyes, Marv would stop at the corner bodega on the way home to grab some fruit for the next morning. Except this time, as he reached for a bag of clementines, some little piece of something came loose from somewhere, tumbled through his bloodstream, and got caught in his aorta. His knees buckled and his hands shot out for support. His arm caught in the hanging scale, pulling it down with him, as he tumbled forward. It clattered on the ground. Ding. Ding. Ding. Fighters, back to your corners.

"Hi Karen. I just came by to...I don't know...I didn't know where to go."

She walked over to him, unbuttoning her overcoat as she went and laying it on the desk. Her black dress was long and flowing, the top cut maybe a bit too low for propriety, but then, she didn't have any proper funeral wear.

She put a hand on his shoulder. "Jimmy, sweetie, you shouldn't be here. Go home." She touched his cheek. "Get some rest."

Jimmy let out a small, choked laugh and smiled through his tears. "I'm not sure you should call me 'sweetie' any more, since I guess I'm technically the boss now." The words set off a little convulsive cry from his chest, and he tried to swallow it.

Karen smiled weakly at the joke. She could feel her own eyes starting to burn. She knelt in front of him and put her hands on his knees. She whispered, choking. "Jimmy, I loved your Dad. He was a great boss, a great man, but you know, so are you. I have watched you grow all these years. You dad was so proud of you, and I know I will be happy working for you too."

He looked at her. Oddly, she thought. Then she noticed his pants. He had sprouted quite the collegiate erection. He saw her look, and his face went red.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I can't help it. You just knelt down, and you were so nice, and I couldn't control it."

She almost had to laugh at the absurdity of it, but then she had been on her knees under this desk before. Marv used to love getting a blow job while talking to contractors. He said it gave him power over them. She would kneel under the heavy oak frame of the desk, like a bunny in its dark, little hutch and wait for the meeting to start, then undo her blouse so he could her tits. She always waited until the meeting was in full swing to unzip his fly. It became a game for her to see if she upset his composure, while being otherwise silent. She tried different approaches. One time she held him in her mouth like a popsicle, just using her tongue to massage his shaft, while she reached into his pants to grab his balls. The overall lack of movement apparently drove him crazy. He couldn't speak at all for the last thirty seconds, and when climaxing, he painfully drove his knee into the top of the oaken frame. The contractor clearly thought he was dealing with a lunatic. Marv had given her an extra fifty dollars in appreciation for that particular effort.

The memory made her smile inwardly. Well then, let's make it a toast, here's to your dad, she thought, one for old time's sake. She put her hand on Jimmy's swollen crotch. He moaned in soft surprise. It felt like he had a couple of inches on his pop. She undid his fly and pulled out his cock. It was smooth and rock hard in her hand. Harder than Marv's aging cock and harder than Eduardo's drunken one. She put her lips on its tip, kissed it, then lifted it up and ran her tongue on along the bottom of the shaft from his balls back to the tip. His body stiffened in response, and his hand slid into the rough, permed curls of her hair. She opened her mouth and took him in whole, her fresh pink lipstick smearing along the base of his cock. She paused there for a second, letting her tongue tickle along the shaft, then put her fingers around the base and began the mechanical up and down she had learned so well. Like a metronome, one of her high school girlfriends had advised, and they had all giggled at the time, but she still found herself visualizing back and forth, tick tock, up and down, keep the rhythm, keep it tight. 

Marv had always sat back during these sessions, his hands on the arms of the chair, hardly making a sound. He'd give her an occasional "That's it, honey" or "Just like that" but little more, until a low guttural moan signalled an oncoming climax. It was a fragile business, his old cock, too fast or too slow or even an ill-timed ringing phone could start to deflate it, so she had learned to keep a nice, steady pace (and forward all calls to voicemail).

She fell into her practiced rhythm with Jimmy. His fingers worked into her hair, his hand massaging her head, occasionally holding her close to him for longer than was really comfortable. Now he reached down with his other hand, slid into into the top of her dress, grabbing her breast tightly. She gasped. This was not Marv. He pulled her head more roughly to him, pinching her nipple at the same time. 

"Stand up."

His voice had changed. The weepy tone was gone. There was an edge, a flash of sword in his words, and she did as he asked. He continued to hold her nipple as she rose, and then he stood too, pinching the nipple harder now. Pain began to bite.

"Jimmy," she pleaded.

He placed both hands on the cups of her dress and yanked. The fabric held firm for a moment, then split, the ripping sound, so insistent and rough, loosening her, awakening a heat. Her tits were out, full and pulsing. He kissed her hard on the neck, one hand tightening on her breast, as he pushed her back against the desk. He grabbed her hair again and pulled it to the side. She yowled, turning, succumbing to the force and direction. She was facing the desk now, and he bent her over. He pushed her down firmly, her arms splayed out to the side, turning her head sideways. She was completely prone. The cold surface of the desk flared goosebumps along her exposed breasts. She looked back at him. The dimples were gone. His eyes were still red-rimmed but the blue had turned to steel. She had seen that pitiless power before, when Marv had skewered a councilman or incinerated a wayward contractor, and now the son turned their frozen brilliance on her.

He lifted the long, black swooping dress, throwing the fabric up onto her back, exposing her, opening her further. She felt her panties pulled down.

Lightning struck. There was no forewarning, no gentle massage. Her panties were still mid-thigh, but his tongue was inside her, his thumbs on either side of her, pulling her open, allowing him to explore deeper. Her breath caught. Goddamn, she thought, this is certainly not Marv. Then his fingers were on her clit, making small, delicate circles, each one sending a bolt of pleasure up her middle. 

He continued to stroke her, his fingers rubbing across her pussy, wiping wetness along her thighs and back to her bottom. She cried in surprise. His tongue was in her ass now, wet and warm. One hand continued to tickle her clit and now the other played around the edge of her ass. She could feel an orgasm beginning to build, and she whimpered at its approach.

She felt him stand behind her and heard his belt buckle rattle against the floor. He smacked her ass.

"Who's your boss, Karen?" 

"You are, Jimmy."

"That's right." He slid into her vagina, and she heaved, tightening to embrace him. He leaned over her, put his hand in her hair, grabbed her sweaty curls, and pulled her head back. "And what are you?"

"Your secretary."

He spanked her again. She moaned. These were not the impotent slaps of an Eduardo, trying to will his burro get up off the ground. These were the smacks of a warrior, leading his steed to battle, sword raised. She felt taut wires running from her head to her ass to her pussy. They were electrified, and her body trembled.

"What are you?"

"Your employee."

Another slap, this time on the inside of her thigh. Heat coursed up her side, and she bit her lip.

"Wrong again. I guess I'm going to have to show you."

He reached over and took her arm, guiding it back across her back. He rested her hand near her bottom.

"Stick your finger in your ass."

"No, Jimmy."

Another slap. Open palmed and fierce. Her ass blazed. He pushed himself deeper into her, forcing a deep sigh from her lips. He pulled at her arm and grabbed her middle finger, extending them towards her hole. She relented, allowing him full control. Yes, he could fuck her ass with her finger. The dirtiness of it made her shiver with pleasure.

"You do it, Karen. I want to watch you put your finger in your ass."

His words made her burn. She touched her asshole. She could feel the sharp edge of her brightly painted nail slipping into herself. Her hips begin to rock as an orgasm rose in volume.

"In, Karen, In!" He took her hand and pushed her fingertip, forcing into her ass. He held it there. He began to fuck her more steadily now, driving her finger back and forth to match his thrusts. Holy fuck, holy fuck, holy fuck, this was not Marv.

"Push it in deeper." She did as he asked, pushing her finger into herself She could feel his cock now, just on the other side of the flesh, pistoning, pushing the wall of her vagina back into her finger, unleashing something wonderful. An explosion tore through her. 

"Deeper still". Her whole finger was in her ass now, as far as she could reach. His hand was wrapped around hers, forcing the finger deeper still, while the other hand stayed twisted in her hair, controlling her, guiding her as the waves of orgasm throttled her body.

He was spanking her now. One cheek then the other. Controlled, controlling, hard enough to sting, but not hard enough to damage. "Don't you dare take that finger out." His speed was increasing, the power of his thrusts forcing her thighs into the corner of the desk. 

"I'm going to come on your ass, Karen. And you are going to use that little fingers of yours and push it all inside you. Do you understand?" She moaned her assent. The filthiness of it set her on fire. Her ass and pussy were still sending waves that tossed her body helplessly. 

He pulled out from her. He grabbed his cock and rubbed. A hot shot of cum splashed on her hand, dripped down on her fingers. Another shot landed on her fingertip, another splash right on her asshole. A final bead landed on her ass and dripped down the back of her thigh. Karen rubbed her fingers in the hot stickiness and began pushing it into her ass. Her body roiled with pleasure.

"Do you see what you are now, Karen? You're mine. You're not my employee or my secretary, you're my property. My whore. Do you understand?"

She could barely nod. She collapsed back down on to her knees, her head and arms resting on the desk, its coolness welcome against her hot cheek. Her legs still trembled. He leaned over behind her and kissed gently her on the shoulder and again on the side of her neck. She turned her lips to him, but he pulled away.

He buttoned his pants and stepped back from her. The eyes softened, and a wistful smile creased his face. "Thank you for that, Karen. I guess I needed it."

She stood and moved to him, the flaps of her torn dress hanging down by her breasts. She ached for a hug, a gentle kiss to accompany the words. 

He stepped back again. "I know you had a thing with my Dad." She stopped short. "Some kind of arrangement. This," he spread his arms, "this was incredible, and I was wondering, I don't know, if maybe we could do something similar."

His words punched her, knocking the air from her lungs. You're my whore. And why did she dare think otherwise? Rodrigo had said the same thing. No, that wasn't quite right. He'd said, you're a whore. You're a fucking whore, Karen. Pain welled up inside her, not the hot, searing pain she had welcomed just seconds ago, but a dull, cold ache, the same one she knew from so many gray, hungover mornings since he'd left. She offered a brave, thin smile. "Of course, Jimmy. That would be great."

He pulled out his wallet, counting out three hundreds. He passed them to her. He took out one more. "That's for the dress. Sorry."

She held the same, thin smile. Held it for as long as it took to get her coat on, to hug him awkwardly, and to hurry out of the office, her boots forgotten. Marv had always left $200 on her desk the next day. Now she was getting three. I got a raise, she thought. A muffled cry escaped her lips, and tears started to stream down her cheeks. She walked home through the snow, the snow burning against her exposed ankles, the wind streaking her tears across her face.

"Karen."

His voice brought her back. She could still feel the cold in her feet. He was holding out the stack of papers.

"Scan it and email to me. I want the lawyers to take a final look at it."

She took them numbly. 

"Thanks, Karen." . 

Three weeks, she thought. She touched her hair. "Is there anything else you need?"

He looked up at her blankly. "No, nothing now. Maybe some coffee when you get a moment." He turned back to his computer.




The Landlord Ch. 02



Jess was already lying on the bed naked. Leonard had her stand up and turn slowly around as he admired her tight, firm body. She truly was a knockout, and he acknowledged as much. "Tell you what, if my woman looked like your slut there, I'd never let her near another man. And yet you white guys practically beg black men to fuck them right in front of you. Not that I'm complaining, mind you. We're glad to ruin any young white pussy that's offered up."

Leonard started undressing. As he did so, he told me to like on my back on the bed with me head close to the edge. When I was in position, he instructed Jess to get on her knees and straddle my face so I could lick her pussy. "You need to get her really soaking wet so she can take my dick easier. The wetter she is, the better it will be for her," he said.

Jess lowered her cunt down to my waiting mouth and tongue. As I licked her, she pressed down and ground her lips and clit back and forth, setting a gentle rhythm. She opened up and her pussy juice started flowing freely, as I knew it would. I heard her gasp and then say "Oh. My. God." 

I was able to turn my head enough to see what had prompted her reaction. Leonard was standing there naked. His lean torso was ropy with muscles. He was in superb shape. But what had caused the commotion was the horse cock that dangled between his legs. Even soft, he must have hung down a good 8 or 9 inches and looked to be about as thick as a beer can. His huge balls dangled below his cock, which twitched menacingly. No question about it, it was the biggest, thickest, blackest cock Jess or I had ever seen. He walked over the bed and put one leg up, dangling his monster in front of Jess. "Suck it, white girl," he commanded.

As if in a trance, Jess reached forward, took Leonard's cock in her hands and opened her mouth as wide as she could, taking in the head and not much else. She slobbered all over it, swirling her tongue around the huge head. As her saliva coated the head and leaked down onto the shaft, she started stroking it and slowly it became engorged with blood, stiffening from the attention. Leonard put his hands on the back of her head and started mouth fucking her. 

At first Jess choked and nearly gagged, but she started breathing through her nose as, bit by bit, more of the cock disappeared into her mouth. She was drooling saliva in her effort not to gag and choke, but gamely slid as much of the black cock into her mouth and down her throat as she could manage. As she did so, her clitoris got harder and harder and her pussy opened up until her juice was soaking my face. She was getting turned on. Very turned on.

Leonard stopped fucking her mouth. "OK," he said, "it's time to ruin your sweet little white pussy. Fr your sake, your white cuck boi better have gotten you real nice and wet."

With that, he helped Jess climb off me and positioned her so her hips were right at the edge of the bed. I moved out of the way but sat on the floor nearby so I could watch closely. Leonard lined up the massive head of his black cock with Jess's pussy opening and, spreading her legs as wide as he could, guided himself into her. Jess groaned, but to my surprise Leonard slid his cock forward without much resistance. Slowly but steadily he fed his enormous black snake into my girlfriend until about two-thirds of it had disappeared from view.

"Jesus, that's big," Jess gasped. "Let me relax and open up a bit as I get used to it."

Leonard said nothing. He simply slid his cock back out to the opening, where I could see it glisten with Jess's pussy juice. After a momentary pause, he slid it back into her slowly. I could see that a bit more had filled her. Jess grunted as he went in and moaned as he slowly pulled back out. Leonard repeated the slow withdrawal and reentry several more times until he was able to get about three quarters of it into the distended pussy without much difficulty. At that point, he increased his tempo quite a bit until he was pumping in and out of Jess's cunt in a steady rhythm. Jess was moaning steadily as Leonard picked up the pace, when he suddenly grabbed her ass in his hands and thrust forward abruptly while shoving her pussy down on his cock.

Jess nearly screamed. "Oh god, what are you doing? You're going to tear me apart!" 

Suddenly, I saw her toes curl and her eyes nearly roll up in their sockets as she gasped and struggled for breath. Leonard had fucked her to a powerful orgasm that exploded out of nowhere. Jess made a keening noise and thrust down hard and I realized Leonard had buried himself to the hilt in the depths of her pussy. Her orgasm seemed to go on and on, peaking and ebbing and then building again. Finally spent, she relaxed and let him pull out. This time, he slid back in to the balls as Jess's pussy made wet squelching noises.

Now he began fucking her like he meant it. Jess's orgasm had opened her up enough so that he was able to build a sustained and steady rhythm as he pulled out and pumped the length of his cock back into her. Sometimes he fucked her fast, sometimes slow, but it was already clear that he was in control of the event and was using her sopping pussy as he chose. She was moaning and groaning constantly as he fucked her until, once again, I saw her face contort, her eyes roll up, and her toes start to curl.

Jess grunted and muttered, almost to herself, "Oh my god, I'm coming again!" 

Her climax, as before, went on for a long time before she finally went nearly limp. This time, however, Leonard did not stop. He just kept fucking her steadily, though a little faster, as she gasped and whimpered at the pounding her pussy was taking. Without breaking contact, Leonard suddenly picked her up, leaving her impaled on his massive black cock, then sat down on the bed with Jess now riding him. In a fluid move, he pushed her back so she was supported by his knees and rotated her around on his cock so that she was now in a "reverse cowgirl" position, facing me. Then, putting his hands around her waist, he started moving her up and down on his monster cock, effectively using her pussy as a personal fuck toy.

Almost helplessly, Jess started to climax a third time, gasping for breath and making strangled noises as she tried to keep from screaming. Suddenly, her thighs and ass started to quiver spasmodically, then her whole body started shaking. Leonard picked her up and slid her up to the tip of his cock, at which point Jess started gushing streams of liquid from her pussy. I knew instantly that Leonard's huge dick had been rubbing her G-spot and what I was seeing, for the first time ever, was my beautiful girlfriend squirting. She soaked the bedspread under Leonard and splattered her ejaculate on the bedroom floor, but Leonard just kept right on fucking her as she orgasmed. With barely a pause, she had a fourth climax and squirted a second time.

Again without completely withdrawing his cock from her pussy, Leonard picked Jess up and moved her into a kneeling position as he drove into her from the rear while she looked at me. Her face betrayed a mix of emotions, naked lust and near-exhaustion being most apparent. Leonard picked up the pace, driving into her without respite as she moaned and grunted. He grabbed her by the hair and pulled her head up so she was looking at me.

"You like this, little white slut, don't you?" he asked.

"Oh, god YES, I love it!" Jess replied.

"Ever been fucked this good before?" Leonard demanded.

"Jesus, no, not ever," Jess told him, but she was really telling me.

"Your white cuck boi make you cum like this?" he asked.

Jess let out a long groan. "Not even close," she said.

"So whose pussy am I fucking right now? Is it your boyfriend's?" Leonard asked, smiling wickedly.

"No, it isn't anymore," she said. "It's your white slut pussy -- you own it with your huge fucking black cock. Just keep fucking me, daddy!"

At that, she moaned. "Oh god, you're making me cum again," she said. "I can't take much more of this. Fill me up with your hot cum, baby!"

"Glad to oblige, slut" he said and shoved his monster cock in to the balls as Jess started to climax again, making incoherent noises as she gave herself over to the orgasm. As Leonard pumped his cum load into her, Jess's eyes rolled up in her head and she collapsed forward, limply.

His orgasm finished, Leonard slowly withdrew. "She's passed out," he said matter-of-factly. Then he smirked. "Guess it won't take much more to turn her black only. In fact, I think she's already gone. Thanks for giving up another sweet white girl to black men." 

With that, he gathered up his clothes and went to the bathroom to clean up. A few minutes later I heard the front door open and then close.

I went and got a cool washcloth and gently sponged Jess's back. As I did so, I looked down at her pussy. It was gaping obscenely like I had never seen before. A small puddle of cum pooled on the bedspread between her thighs, and as I watched, still more of the pearly white jism leaked slowly out of her cunt and dripped onto the bed.

Jess sighed, contentedly. "That was the most amazing fuck I've ever had, sweetie," she said. "Now I know why they say that 'once you've had black you never go back.' If Leonard's a typical black bull, my pussy is definitely black owned, but my heart belongs to you."

I was in no position to object.



The Landlord Ch. 03



In the three weeks since my girlfriend Jess had first tried Leonard's black monster cock, she had been with him twice more. Each time had gone much like the first. In his 70's, Leonard had simply played Jess like a finely tuned instrument, out-fucking anyone she had ever been with, or so she said. Unlike her first encounter, I had not been present for the follow-ups; Leonard made it clear that he had little use for white husbands and boyfriends sitting around and watching.

Jess and I had reached a crossroads of sorts. Leonard wanted to take her "black-only," which of course meant that she'd have to give up making love with me. Despite Leonard's undeniable power and prowess in bed, Jess was having real misgivings about going that far.

"Maybe if we were married for 10 years and had kids of our own I'd entertain the idea more directly," she'd said. "We're not even married yet, and as far as I am concerned we're too young to take that plunge. I mean I definitely want to fuck more black guys, but not if it means cutting you off, sweetheart."

I'd breathed a big sigh of relief. We'd embraced the cuckold lifestyle and I was fine with that, but having Jess formally go "black only" was just too hard to accept, and I told her so.

"So you're OK with me cucking you with other black guys?" she had asked. I'd answered in the affirmative, and she'd hugged me.

"I'm so lucky! I thought you'd say that so I set up a date with one of Leonard's friends tomorrow," she'd said. "He's a nephew or something like that – just turned 18 but supposedly knows what he's doing around white couples."

Which was how I'd found myself the next afternoon waiting with Jess for our guest to appear. At 2:00 there was a firm knock on the door. He was prompt, at least. I answered the door. There stood a tall young black man, who politely offered his hand and introduced himself as Derrick. I invited him in and introduced him to Jess. Jess asked me for a glass of wine.

"Can I get you something, Derrick? A soda or a glass of water?" I asked, but he declined.

I gave Jess her wine and turned to Derrick. "Tell us a bit about yourself," I said.

"Well, I just graduated from high school and I'm going to college on a partial athletic scholarship – football," he said.

"Have you been with a lot of white wives and girlfriends?" Jess asked.

Derrick smiled and nodded. "I've been with quite a lot, actually. Mostly younger couples like you all. I prefer it that way and they seem to like me just fine. I like newlywed wives a whole lot, and I haven't had any trouble finding them."

"Why's that, Derrick?" I asked.

"Are you asking why I prefer young white wives or why is it that I don't have any trouble finding them?" Derrick asked.

"Both," said Jess before I could respond. She winked at me.

Derrick smiled. "With respect to why I prefer newlyweds, I like being the one to break them in to black cock and cuckolding," he said. "Seeing the look on a new husband's face when his young bride just loses it on my big black cock is a real turn-on for me," he explained. "They've just crossed a line they can't cross back, not ever, not that any of them seem to regret it. Having the husband watch his wife behave in ways she never has with him is like Viagra to me. Some of it is about a little humiliation, but that's not all of it. I truly enjoy showing a young white wife what a great fuck she's capable of being, with the right man, that is."

"As for why it's easy for me to find new couples, I'm not sure how to explain it except to say that getting cuckolded by a hung black guy is getting really popular with young white couples these days, and I am the last person to argue about it. I mostly meet new couples through couples I've had the pleasure of breaking in. They seem to enjoy recruiting their friends," he laughed.

"Any of them ever regret it?" I asked.

"I can honestly say that none I've been with have expressed regrets," Derrick said. "The last three couples were all newlyweds and all first-timers, and not a one had anything but good things to say. The most recent couple was military – they couldn't afford to go on honeymoon travel so they were having their honeymoon here. I got introduced to them by friends of theirs I had been playing with," he explained. "I guess they decided they wanted some excitement on their honeymoon so they took a hotel room for a night and invited me over. That was a crazy night, but they're into it big time now."

"Why do you think this is getting so popular with white couples?" Jess asked.

Derrick laughed. "I've been asked that question a lot by the couples I've been with," he said. "I'm not sure there is any one single answer that covers it." He paused, briefly and then continued. "Taboo is a big part of it – you know, for the husband it's about the pure and devoted white wife defiled by the usurping black man dragging her down into an abyss of lust. Honestly, I think a lot of white husbands just get off on being cuckolded by hung black guys. For the wife, it's more about finding out just how good sex can be," he said. 

"What do you guys like?" he asked.

"I like getting fucked really hard while David watches me taking it," Jess replied. "He gets off on seeing me get fucked like a total slut and particularly seeing me filled up with another guy's cum so he can lick my pussy clean."

"So you like to be thug-fucked?" Derrick asked. 

Jess nodded. "I really learned that from Leonard," she said. "Each time I was with him alone, he treated me more and more like his white ghetto slut, and the more he thug fucked me, the hotter I got. I swear, he had me doing things I never would have dreamed of. Now I want David to see what a black bull with a monster cock can get me to do, willingly."

"I'm glad to oblige," he said. "I like taking the white couples I've been with that direction." He smiled. "That's enough talk for now. It's time for you to get thug fucked with another big black dick in your little white pussy while your cuck watches. Take me to the bedroom and get naked."

Since Jess was wearing only shorts and a t-shirt, it took her just seconds to strip. Derrick took a long slow look at her and whistled his appreciation. "Damn, Jess, you are so fine looking," he said. "What's the matter with Dave? Lack of equipment?" he asked her.

She giggled. "Not at all, David's hung quite nicely, thank you. 8.5 inches in fact. I guess that makes us unusual for a cuck couple."

Derrick laughed and shook his head. "So you might well think, and so did I at first, but experience has shown me that isn't always the case. It's true that a fair number of the husbands have been average to small, but a fair number have been well hung, too They just love seeing their wives with black guys, I guess."

As he was talking, Derrick was getting undressed. When he finally dropped his boxers, Jess gave a little gasp and giggled. Derrick smiled. "Not quite as long as Leonard, I know, but pretty close to him. Thicker, though. Anyway, I've never heard a complaint."

He was impressive, that was for damn sure. Befitting a football player, he was cut and ripped with very little evidence of body fat. His abs were solid and well defined in particular, serving only to accentuate the black snake that hung long and low between his legs. Like Leonard, he was pretty much as big soft as I was erect, and quite a good bit thicker.

"In case you like to keep track, I'm just under 12 inches hard," Derrick said. "Do you all have a good video camera?" he asked.

I shook my head.

"No matter, since this is the first time I'm going to fuck Jess," he said. "Next time, I'll bring a Hi-def camera and you can shoot the video. I video all the white wives I fuck. I'll drop off a couple of DVDs of some of the other couples so you can see who else I've fucked. Who knows? You might recognize some of them – there are a fair number of college couples."

"I don't know about that, Derrick" I said. "I'm not sure Jess would want videos of her out there."

Jess giggled. "Don't worry about it, sweetie. Leonard's already shot some video of me and him. I just haven't had a chance to show it to you yet."

My surprise must have been evident. It was one thing for a small group of like-minded couples like our fellow tenants to know about our interests, but a video of Jess fucking another guy was a little too public for my comfort level.

Jess pouted. "Aww, what's the matter sweetie? Don't want anyone to know that your girlfriend is fucking huge hung black studs? Afraid they'll find out you love it as much as I do?" she said, in a teasing tone. "Too late for that – I haven't been trying to hide our lifestyle for a while. I guess we need to have a little chat. After Derrick is finished, that is."

Derrick laughed and turned to stand in front of Jess and gently but firmly pushed her to her knees. "Suck it," he said, though she didn't really need the instruction, having already taken him in her hands.

As I watched, Jess stroked Derrick's huge black cock with both hands, rubbing her fingers lightly over the opening at the end. As she did so, he started to leak pre-cum fluid, which glistened on his ebony skin. He started to stiffen, and Jess took him in her mouth. It wasn't an easy fit, but she relaxed her jaw and managed to get a fair bit of the monster into her mouth. As her head bobbed up and down she slurped and sucked noisily while he grew more erect. Derrick stood with his hands behind his back, watching Jess sucking him. To my astonishment, every few times she bobbed her head down toward his abdomen, more of his huge cock disappeared into her mouth. She was managing to control her gag reflex as she swallowed him, though her saliva was flowing heavily, leaving his cock very wet. She let Derrick slide out of her mouth every few strokes so she could breathe comfortably, but promptly swallowed him again. As Jess swallowed more and more of his massive cock, I could see her throat bulge slightly as he slid down it.

Derrick groaned and then grinned at me. "Damn, your girl sure loves to swallow black dick, doesn't she? Leonard trains white wives to suck like vacuum cleaners." The he reached forward and grabbed a handful of Jess's hair, pulling her head up and then back down on his erection. "Come on, girl, swallow my big dick all the way. You can do it."

As if in answer, Jess reached forward and took Derrick's muscular ass in her hands, pulling him toward her. There was a moment's hesitation and then Jess relaxed her throat and in a smooth motion slid her mouth forward until her lips were pressed against Derrick's abdomen. She had done it, swallowing every last inch of Derrick's massive black cock. After a moment, she slid her mouth slowly up the length until he was out of her mouth. 

Jess looked at me, her eyes clouded by lust. "Come over here and let me sit on your face," she directed.

I did as instructed, crossing the bedroom to lie on my back. Jess straddled my head, lowering her pussy until I could reach it easily with my mouth and tongue. She was already soaking wet, her smooth lips glistening with her juices. She groaned as her pussy made contact with my mouth and my tongue slid up to her clitoris and started flicking it gently. She pressed down more firmly and began riding me, fucking my mouth and tongue with her cunt.

Jess moaned loudly. "God I love cuckolding you with huge black cocks," she murmured. "There's just nothing on earth better for fucking white girls' pussies, and I intend to let our friends know all about it."

Derrick laughed. "You have some friends you want to recruit for black cock, eh?" he said.

Jess giggled. "You bet. We have several young married friends who'd be just perfect for cuckolding," she said. "Once they see the videos and we talk to them, I can just about guarantee success. I feel like it's almost my civic duty. I mean, why shouldn't a sweet white wife get to have big black cock if her husband gets off on seeing her do it?"

With that, Jess went back to deep throating Derrick's cock, sliding all the way down and slowly raising her head about half way. As she did so, she became increasingly wet, until she trembled and shook with the unmistakable signs that she was having a small orgasm. When it passed, she slid Derrick's cock out of her mouth. "Time to bust my pussy," she said.

I started to move away, but Jess stopped me. "Strip and come back and lie down again," she said.

As I did so, she put a pillow on the floor, then added a second one on top of the first. She had me like down so my head was propped up by the two pillows, then straddled me, this time with her upper body pointed toward my feet. Derrick knelt by her butt, and I reached up and spread Jess's tight little ass cheeks apart so he could reach his target easily. Jess reached around and took his cock in her right hand, rubbed it a few times on her pussy, and then pushed back toward him. Derrick slid in easily about half way, paused for a moment, and then took Jess's hips in his hands and pulled her toward him as he pushed forward. To my momentary surprise, he slid the rest of his huge cock all the way into her until his balls slapped against her ass. Jess grunted and then moaned. Derrick pulled half way out and then slid all the way in again, a process he repeated several times. Then, apparently reassured that Jess could take him, he started fucking her in earnest, pumping in and out in a steady rhythm.

Jess lowered her hips slightly so that she could press herself against my lips and tongue in sync with Derrick's thrusts. Her pussy was dripping wet, and squelched as the huge black cock pumped in and out. She began moaning steadily.

"You like that, do you?" Derrick asked, though the answer was obvious. Jess moaned. "I asked you a question, now answer me," he demanded.

"Yessssss," she hissed in response.

"Tell your boyfriend what you like," Derrick instructed, and Jess moaned louder.

"God, I like – I LOVE – big black cock," she gasped. "I love you, David, but you don't come close to hung black studs when it comes to fucking. I can't help it, but it's true."

Derrick laughed. "I don't think you need to worry about upsetting your boyfriend," he said. "His cock's as hard as a rock. He's just like every other white husband or boyfriend when they watch me fucking their women," he said, and God help me but he was right.

Jess grunted. "Fuck me harder," she said. "Show David how you can ruin my pussy for him."

Derrick didn't need much encouragement. He grabbed Jess's ass with both hands and began pounding in to her relentlessly. I tried to maintain contact with her pussy, but the fucking was too intense, so I slid out from under her and moved away. Within moments, Jess was climaxing, grunting and shuddering as the waves of pleasure crashed down on her. Derrick never paused but kept thrusting into Jess, increasing his tempo. As he did so, he again grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled her head up and back toward him. She groaned and grunted as he rode her.

"Whose pussy is this, you little white slut?" Derrick demanded.

"Yours – it's yours," Jess replied.

"What about your cuck boyfriend?" he said.

"He knows I spread for big black cock and he knows there's nothing he can do about it," she gasped. "If he's cool about it, he can fuck my stretched out cunt after he's licked all that black cum out of me. If he isn't cool with it, I'll get his brother to fuck me and then cuck both of them with big black dick," she laughed, "and when I'm done I'll get his brother's wife blacked. She's already real interested."

I was speechless. My brother, Jack, was 21 and had been married for less than a year. His wife, Kelly, was a sweet Irish brunette and just 19. I couldn't imagine her going black in front of him, but Jess clearly knew what she was talking about. 

As if she could read my mind, Jess looked over at me. "Kelly's already told me I can cuck you with Jack anytime I want. She says he's wanted to get in my pants since we started dating. Kelly figures if he fucks me, she's free to go black, not that he appears to mind," she said. "Besides, even though you're well hung, I happen to know for a fact that Jack's over 9 inches and your dad tops out at 10 inches. I bet if I wiggled my tight little ass in front of your dad he couldn't resist," she giggled.

I grabbed my clothes and staggered out of the bedroom. I dressed in a hurry and left the apartment, leaving Derrick and Jess to their pleasures. I needed to get away and think about what had just transpired. Was Jess serious about my brother and his wife? About my dad? Dazed, I walked and walked, not paying much attention to where I was going. After a couple of hours of aimless wandering, I stopped and got a cup of coffee and headed home. All was quiet in the bedroom, so I peered in. Jess was curled up under a blanket sleeping peacefully. There was no evidence of Derrick's presence, so I got a book and started reading. A short while later, the door to the bedroom opened, and Jess came over to me, kissing me gently.

"I'm sorry you left," she said. "Derrick was incredible. He went home after he was done and dropped off some DVDs for us to watch. How about if I put them on in the bedroom?"

I nodded, and we went back to the bedroom. Jess popped the first DVD into the player and turned the television on. A title screen popped up: "Amy & Brian: Both 18. Engaged." The title faded to a young and very attractive white couple, sitting next to each other on a bed. A blonde with green eyes and a pert nose, Amy was very petite, slender and quite muscular from what we could see. Brian was considerably taller and likewise fit.

Amy spoke first. "Hi, I'm Amy and this is my fiancé Brian. I'm a pre-nursing major, a gymnast, and a cheerleader. Brian is also a gymnast and a phys-ed major. This is our third time with Derrick, and the first video we've ever made. We hope you like it!"

With that, they stood up and disrobed. Amy was stunning – tiny – barely 5 feet tall if that, incredibly fit, with sharply defined muscles, small breasts, and a tight little bubble butt. Except for the straight blonde hair on her head, she was completely hairless. Brian was totally ripped, with muscles everywhere. Like Amy, he too was completely devoid of body hair. He was also quite well endowed, his cock curving away from his abdomen and hanging heavily between his thighs.

Brian lay down on his back on the floor and, like Jess had earlier in the day, Amy straddled his face and lowered herself onto his lips and tongue. After a few moments, Derrick crossed into camera view and stood in front of the tiny blonde, who proceeded to suck and stroke his cock to full erection. Though she was unable to deep throat him, Amy did manage to get quite a bit of the black cock into her mouth. As she sucked, she made low moaning noises in her throat, evidently becoming aroused from Brian's oral caresses. She reached behind herself and started to stroke Brian's cock, which rapidly became erect. It was impressive – I guessed he was a bit bigger than I was, maybe 9 inches, and quite thick. After a few minutes, Amy slid clear of Brian's face, then leaned down and kissed him, eagerly licking the slick pussy juices that had accumulated. They kissed passionately, and then Amy gently pulled Brian up to his knees so they were kneeling next to each other, still kissing as they did so. 

A moment later, Amy took Derrick's massive cock and, still passionately kissing Brian, slid the black monster in between their lips, swirling her tongue over and around the head, while pressing her fiancé's mouth toward her own, rubbing Derrick's cockhead on both their mouths in the process. Then she slid Derrick's cock into her mouth, bobbed her head up and down and then, holding the cock in her hand, pressed it between her fiancé's lips. Brian resisted for a moment, then opened his mouth as Amy pushed his head down until he had several inches of Derrick's black cock in his own mouth. Amy moaned loudly as he did this, reaching down to grab Brian's now fully erect cock and stroking it vigorously. As she did so, she pushed her fiancé's head up and down vigorously on Derrick's cock, though by now Brian was actively participating. He took Derrick from his mouth and held him toward his petite partner, who immediately began suck the black cock vigorously. A few moments later, Amy held the monster cock for her fiancé, who again sucked as directed.




The Landlord Ch. 03



"God, I get so incredibly hot when you suck cock with me, it just makes me soaking wet," Amy moaned. "I'm so glad we went black, and I can't wait 'til we recruit other couples from the gymnastics team."

The rest of the video featured Derrick pounding Amy's pussy while she screamed in repeated orgasms until Derrick finally poured a huge load deep into her. As the video faded out, Amy was riding Brian's face while he licked her cum-filled cunt.

There were videos of three other couples on the DVD. All were attractive, white, and in their mid- to early 20s. Two couples were married, the third was engaged. Though none went quite as far as Amy and Brian, it was pretty clear that they were equally enthusiastic about the lifestyle.

"Wow, that was hot as hell, particularly the first couple," Jess said when I retrieved the DVD. "I think we should talk a little about this afternoon. You seemed pretty uptight."

I shrugged. "I wasn't at all uptight about you fucking Derrick," I said, "but the comments you were making about Jack and Kelly and my dad kind of freaked me out. At first I thought you were just into a fantasy, but then it seemed like you were really serious about it."

Jess smiled. "That's because I AM serious about it," she said. "Kelly wants to go black and I want to be the one to recruit her. Think about it – two brothers with hot young wives and both of your wives are fucking black guys. That's really hot. All in the family."

"What makes you think there's any chance of it happening?" I asked.

Jess looked at me with compassion. "I wasn't sure how to tell you this, but I might as well get it out in the open. It's bound to happen because Jack's already had me. He got me on condition that he'd support Kelly hooking up with Derrick," she said.

I didn't say a word. I was too stunned. My own brother?

Jess smiled. "Look, Captain Oblivious, Jack's been trying to get in my pants since you and I started going out. When I started talking to Kelly about Derrick, she decided to just help things along," she said. "I was over at their place maybe a week ago, and we were drinking Margaritas, and you know how I get with tequila, and Kelly was really pouring with a heavy hand. We got pretty drunk and Kelly started teasing me about how badly Jack wanted to fuck me and saying I ought to try his big cock, and one thing led to another. It kind of started as a threesome with me and Kelly making out, but she made sure I got naked and then started telling Jack to go ahead and fuck me and kind of stripped him and pushed him at me and before I knew it he was all the way in me, bareback."

She paused briefly, and then went on. "He's big and thick and turned out to be a really good fuck, and I couldn't help it when I got into it and started fucking him back. I didn't want him to cum in me, but Kelly kept telling Jack that he couldn't really cuckold you until he filled up my pussy and I just stopped fighting it and fucked him until he shot his load in me. Twice, in fact. I have to say I came a bunch and it was really a big turn on fucking your older brother. I want to do it some more, which is fine with Kelly. Which is why Kelly's going to fuck Derrick, soon."

I realized I was hard as a steel bar, despite the shock. "What about my dad?" I asked.

Jess frowned. "You have to promise me you won't say a word to Jack about what I'm going to tell you," she said, and made me swear to hold whatever she was going to disclose in strictest confidence, which I did.

"Kelly's always been flirty with your dad, even before she and Jack got married," Jess said. "Your dad made it clear he wanted her, and she obliged, willingly. He's fucked her kind of regularly since the engagement and the wedding."

It was a moment before I recovered. "Does Jack know?" I asked.

"Kelly tells Jack everything, so he's known since the first time she gave up her pussy to your dad. Since the wedding, Jack usually watches. Kelly says your dad is a real hung bull and gets off big time cucking Jack while he watches," Jess said. "I have it pretty much from both Jack and Kelly that your dad intends to get in my pants, and from what I've heard about him from Kelly, I sure don't intend to object."

My head was reeling. "I don't know what to say," I stammered.

Jess pulled my shorts down, revealing my erection. "I'd say your hard cock pretty much says it all," she chuckled. "Look at it this way: Jack's already fucked me and cum in me, and Kelly says your dad is bigger, thicker, and harder than Jack and cums like a fire hose. If he's good enough to fuck her, he's good enough to fuck me. Besides, once he does, I bet we can get your mom to go black, too. Come on, be honest. Are you really upset that I've already fucked Jack?"

I shook my head. "No, I have to admit I'm not upset. I just wish I could have seen it."

"You will, I promise," Jess replied. "Jack wants to fuck me while Kelly's fucking Derrick, so you'll get quite a show. Now what about your dad?"

"Why?" I asked. "Have you already fucked him, too?"

Jess laughed. "Not yet, but the last time we were at your folks I let him feel me up pretty good and stroked him good and hard. I had just started to suck him off when dinner was served and we never got back to it. Good thing, I expect, because if it had gone any further he would have fucked me for sure that evening. I told him since he'd had one daughter, he might just as well have the other, future one. It's just a matter of timing, but I let him know my pussy was definitely his anytime we could work out the details."

I shook my head. "This is completely crazy."

Jess smiled. "It is that, but it's also really freaking hot, you have to admit. Just think about it. If things go the way I think they will, Kelly, and your mom and I will all go black. Meanwhile, your dad will be cucking you and your brother, and your brother will also be cucking you. Plus I'm pretty sure Kelly wants to fuck you as well."

"Speaking of crazy," I said, "I wonder if my mom has any idea what's going on."

"Kelly told me your mom has known about her and your dad since it started, and she's never had a cross word to say," Jess said. "I don't think it would shock her to learn that your dad was also fucking me, once that happens."

"Well, it sure seems like there's a lot of options to consider," I said. "What's next on our agenda?"

Jess thought for a minute and then replied. "Either we do the video for Derrick, or he gets Kelly and Jack gets me," she said. "What's your preference?"

"Kelly and Derrick and you and Jack," I replied. "Or you and my dad."

That surprised Jess. "Really?" she said. "Are you sure about that?"

I nodded. "I think the whole idea of fucking my dad is a huge turn on for you. In fact, I'd bet my bottom dollar that you've already set it up with him, so you might as well fuck him in front of me."

Jess picked up the phone and dialed, leaving the room to talk. "He'll be here in 2 hours. I'm going to take a shower and get ready. Too late to back out," she giggled.

After a long shower, Jess dressed herself only in short, semi-see-through baby doll bathrobe that left little to the imagination. She mixed a large batch of strong Margaritas, handed me one, and gulped down one of her own, followed quickly by a second. By the time there was a knock on the door, she'd was working on her fifth and was definitely drunk. She sashayed to the door and threw it open.

"Hi, Bill!" she said, loudly. "Ready to fuck your second son's girlfriend?" she giggled. "It's okay. David likes being a cuckold, and I sure do like to fuck other guys while he watches. Just like you and Jack and Kelly."

I winced, but my dad smiled and shut the door behind him. "Guess the party started early," he said. I offered him a drink, but he politely declined. "So I suppose I would be correct in surmising that you and Jess are pretty deeply into the cuckolding lifestyle," he said.

I nodded. "Right now, Jess is very deeply into big black cock cuckolding," I replied. "Seems like it's an area of major interest for a whole lot of young white couples."

"And some not so young white couples, too," my dad said, with a grin. "Sometimes it looks like every white married couple your mom and I know has gone black. Hell, she wants to try it too. Can't say that I blame her. Jess here tells me that your black guy would be perfect for your mom."

Jess, stumbled over, her bathrobe undone, flashing her gorgeous little body at my dad. "Don't worry, Bill," she slurred, "Once Connie gets Derrick's big dick in her pussy she'll be black cock convert for life. Then the whole family will be black owned. My hot little cunt sure is already," she giggled. "In the meantime, why don't you turn your younger son into your cuckold, just like Jack." She walked to the bedroom, paused at the door to drop the bathrobe on the floor, and went in.

My dad turned to me. "You sure you're okay with this?"

I snorted. "Give me a break, dad. I know you nearly fucked Jess last week, and I also know you're both totally ready to do it anytime. She wants you; you want her, so go fuck her good and hard," I said, and we went into the bedroom.

Jess was lying on the bed propped up on her elbows, with her heels flat at the very edge of the bed. She was stroking her pussy, which was already quite wet. "Get over here, sweetie, and make sure I'm good and wet for your dad," she said, with a wicked grin.

I knelt in front of her and started licking her pussy, running my tongue up and down and then swirling it around her clitoris. She moaned. "Such a wonderful pussy licker," she said.

My father quickly stripped and knelt on the bed so that his cock was level with Jess's mouth. She reached forward, taking him in her hand, and slid him into her mouth. She licked and sucked him eagerly, bringing him to erection as she did so. She soon began to take most of him down her throat. 

"Mmmm," Jess said, "that's a really big cock for a white guy. Definitely got David beat by a good two inches, and thicker, too. How big are you, Bill?

"I'm 10.5 inches," he replied. "Are you sure you can handle it?"

Jess laughed heartily. "Don't worry about that. Derrick's got you beat by another inch-and-a-half and he's a good bit thicker. I can handle him just fine, so you shouldn't be a problem. Now get that big dick in my pussy and show your son how hard you can fuck your future daughter."

I moved out of the way and my father wasted no time. He spread Jess's legs, got between them, lined his cock up with her sopping pussy and shoved himself into her, hard. He went in to the balls on the first thrust, and Jess grunted in pleasure. He stroked in and out vigorously, his big balls slapping against her each time he pushed in. After a while, Jess began grunting and moaning steadily. Abruptly, he pulled out of her, flipped her onto her knees and started fucking her from behind, increasing his tempo as he did so.

Jess was clearly enjoying herself, and she turned to look at me as my dad pounded her harder and harder. "How do you like watching your own father fucking your girlfriend, babe?" she asked. "He's bigger and thicker, and I bet he's got a much bigger cum load, too. He's really fucking me good."

She looked over her shoulder at Bill. "You like fucking your son's future wife with that big cock of yours, Bill? How does it feel to cuckold both of your own sons?"

My dad grunted. "You're one hot little bitch," he said.

Jess groaned. "I tell you what Bill. You can fuck my pussy bareback any time you want. Maybe I'll even let you fuck a baby into me after David and I get married. I know Kelly wants you to breed her, so why not both of us?"

My dad grunted and pounded her harder. "Fuck my big cock, you slut," he growled as he did so.

I could tell Jess was nearing a big climax. As I watched, she started shaking and trembling. "Fuck me harder, Bill. Fill my hot cunt to the brim with your seed, 'cause you're making me come hard right now," she hissed.

With that, my dad grabbed her hips, thrust himself as deeply as he could into her, and roared as his orgasm shook him. His spasms seemed to go on interminably as Jess shook and moaned in her own climax. Finally, he slowly slid his tumescent cock out of her now-gaping pussy, then padded across the room to the hallway and then to the bathroom. I heard water running as he rinsed himself off. Jess rolled on to her back and lifted her legs to keep his cum inside her. 

A few moments later, my dad stuck his head back in the bedroom. "Jess, you're an incredible fuck. I sure enjoyed myself, and I plan to fuck you regularly. I hope you're serious about breeding, because I'd love to impregnate you and Kelly at the same time." With that he winked at me and left.

Jess beckoned me over to the bed. "Get naked sweetie," she said. "Once you've eaten my pussy I'll think about letting you fuck me, too. No promises, though."

I lay down on the bed with my face near her pussy. She was gaping quite a bit, and I could see a white load of cum inside her. She spread her legs and pushed my mouth down to her cunt and began to grind her hips as I mouthed and licked her. It didn't take long before she was again nearing a climax. I flicked her clitoris quickly with the tip of my tongue and her hips bucked up off the bed as she shuddered and came. I slid up and kissed her passionately, letting the big mouthful of cum and pussy juice drain into her open mouth. She tongued me back eagerly, swallowing it all.

When the passion subsided, she kissed me gently. "What was it like watching your own father cuckolding you and cumming in me?" she asked.

"Honestly, it was weird at first but totally hot," I said. "After a while it was just ridiculously hot watching him pound into you. What was it like fucking my dad in front of me?"

Jess smiled. "It was an incredible turn on. Your dad's really hung and a good fuck and he has a bigger cum load than just about anyone I've fucked, Derrick and Leonard included. I could feel his jizz spurting into me for what felt like forever," she said. "Plus the whole idea of him getting me and Kelly pregnant is just wickedly delicious. I'm absolutely into it. I sure hope you are, too. What about it?"

I sighed. "I may be completely nuts, but having my dad fuck a baby into your womb gets me rock hard. It's like the ultimate cuckold couple kink."

"There's just one problem," Jess said. "Kelly's hot to get pregnant now, and we're not even officially engaged. The timing's all wrong."

I smiled and kissed her. "I don't have any problem marrying a pregnant bride if it comes to that. You better start coordinating with Kelly so you can get your cycles in sync. And while you're at it, let's talk about which of our friends you want to recruit into the lifestyle."

It was going to be a great year.



The Landlord Ch. 04



Whatever the long-term results, Jess's cuckolding me with my brother and father seemed to have shredded whatever need for privacy and discretion she previously required. Courtesy of my father, she'd had all her body hair removed by laser and was now completely smooth and soft. Much to my discomfort, she'd "outed" us to her mom and older sister, but her mom had been supportive and her sister – 26 and married – had been intrigued and expressed considerable interest in meeting Derrick, the hung young black guy Jess had been seeing for a while. 

If that had surprised Jess, she didn't show it. "Might as well make it a family thing," she said. "I know Derrick would love to add a couple of sisters to his conquests."

Of late, Jess had started wearing risqué stuff that hinted pretty directly at our lifestyle. She'd acquired a couple of slim leather collars with tags that read "Slut" and "Black Owned." She also had several tee-shirts in a similar vein. One read "My Boyfriend Owns My Heart, But My Pussy's Owned By BBC." If I was uncomfortable with it, she laughed it off. 

Among our circle of college friends, our relationship invoked more curious questions than anything else. At first, it was just Jess's girlfriends who wanted to know more about us, but of late several of their white boyfriends had started asking me questions. I'd patiently explained to one of them – Tom – that being a cuckold didn't necessarily mean you had to be a wimp, inadequate in bed, or underendowed, and that Jess wasn't cheating because cuckolding was both open between her and me, and participatory.

Tom and his girlfriend Cathy were both just 21, but had been together as a couple for three years. They were obviously head over heels in love. Tom was an engineering major; Cathy was studying business and economics. She was a very pretty brunette with straight black hair cropped short in a goth/punk style that set off her startling grey eyes perfectly. I couldn't picture her as a business major, but she was apparently a very good student. Cathy was perhaps five and a half feet tall and very slender, with narrow hips, long legs, and very small breasts.

According to Jess, Cathy was very curious about cuckolding and particularly about black guys, and had been pushing Tom to consider it. "Cathy's only ever been with Tom, and she wants to see what else is out there," Jess had explained. "She loves him like crazy, but he's very vanilla in bed and she wants to push their boundaries. Tom's hesitant but wants Cathy to be happy."

We'd invited them over to talk about the lifestyle. After dinner and plenty of wine, Jess and Cathy had gone off to the bedroom to chat in private. Tom and I were in the living room.

"I guess I'm thinking that one time can't hurt," Tom said. "If it makes Cathy happy, that is."

I sighed. "Get that scenario out of your head, Tom. It won't be just one time unless Cathy hates it, and I guarantee you she'll love it. You've got to be prepared for a profound change in your relationship, at least in the bedroom. Derrick will absolutely own Cathy's pussy. Once you go down this road, there's rarely an opportunity to turn back, though none of the cucks I know would want to."

At that moment, the bedroom door popped open and Cathy leaned out and called to her boyfriend. "Tom, come here. You've got see this video! It's Jess fucking Derrick and it's totally hot."

Jess was showing Cathy the video we'd made with and for Derrick, who collected them from his cuckold couples. For a guy who was only 18, Derrick had an impressive collection of videos featuring more than 15 of his conquests. All of the wives and girlfriends were under 30, and most were under 25. It was powerfully effective advertising and Jess's video was no exception. She'd been particularly turned on by being videotaped and was enthusiastic, noisy, talkative, and orgasmic. The tape ran for 15 minutes and ended with a long shot of Jess with her pussy gaped wide open and Derrick's cum load running out.

When the tape concluded, there was dead silence in the room. Then Cathy let out a long breath. "Wow!" she said. "That was just amazing. No wonder you give it up to Derrick. You think he'd be interested in me?"

"I'm sure he would," Jess said. "Why don't I take a couple of shots of you and send them along to him to make sure." She went to the bedside table and pulled out our small digital camera.

"Sure thing!" Cathy said, and jumped up and started pulling off her clothes. She was naked in a flash. She was slender and pale. Her ass was tight, but small, and her breasts were really small, maybe a 32A. Both her nipples were pierced, and she had jewel in her belly button. Her pussy was shaved bare except for a small triangle of sparse pubic hair well above her clitoris, and she had a vertical piercing of her clit hood to boot. Jess snapped off about 10 images as Cathy posed for the camera. When she was finished, she went off to e-mail the images to Derrick. I had to confess that I was surprised by Cathy's behavior and body modifications. She certainly didn't strike me as the shy and retiring type, nor could I imagine that she and Tom had a "vanilla" sex life. Something did not add up.

Cathy made no attempt to get dressed. "Well, Tom, what do you think? Did you like watching Jess take that monster black dick?" Tom nodded. "Wouldn't it be even hotter to fuck Jess yourself?" she asked. Tom nodded again. "I thought so," she said.

Jess came back a moment later and smiled. "Mission accomplished!" she said. "Derrick wants to meet you."

Cathy giggled. "Time to celebrate," she said, and went to her backpack, rummaged around in it, and came back with small water pipe and a plastic film canister. She opened the canister and tapped out what was in it, filling up the bowl of the pipe. Then she held the pipe to her mouth, lit it and inhaled deeply, passing the pipe to Jess, who did the same and passed it to me. I inhaled the acrid smoke and held it down, passing the pipe back to Cathy, who promptly refilled it, relit it, and passed it back to Jess.

I rarely get high, but whatever was in the mix was astoundingly potent. I was instantly, heavily stoned, nearly hallucinating from the single inhalation. Time seemed oddly distorted, my skin tingled, and I felt like I was underwater. Jess tried to pass the pipe to me, but I shook my head and she took another big hit and gave it back to Cathy, who refilled it and gave it back to Jess. This occurred several more times. Even in my intoxicated state, I could see that Cathy was making sure Jess smoked almost the entire bowl each time. I could only imagine how out of it Jess must be. Jess passed the pipe back to me and gestured that she wanted me to smoke some more. I took a hit, then another, and passed the pipe back to her. 

My head was spinning, and I leaned back against a chair to steady myself. Cathy got up, rummaged through our CDs, found one she liked, and put it on. Smooth, sensual jazz filled the room, and Cathy started swaying to the music. Then she pulled Jess to her feet and started dancing with her, her arms around Jess's neck as they swayed together. Jess had her hands on Cathy's slim ass, and then Cathy grabbed Jess's butt and started softly stroking it through the terrycloth shorts she was wearing as Jess ran her fingertips up and down Cathy's spine. A moment later, Cathy had slipped her hands under the back of Jess's tee shirt and slowly pulled the shirt up and off, tossing it to Tom. Then Cathy slipped Jess's shorts down until she stepped out of them. She wasn't wearing any panties.

The two of them danced together. Jess's eyes were closed, and it was pretty clear that Cathy was leading. She was running her hands up and down Jess's body, nuzzling her lips as she did so. I could see that Jess's mouth was open and her tongue flicked over Cathy's lips until Cathy kissed her, hard, and their tongues danced together. Cathy caressed Jess's breasts and ran her hands down over her stomach until her right hand pressed against Jess's pussy, stroking her lips with her fingertips. Jess was almost limp in the embrace as Cathy fingered her until she was glistening and had started making small moaning noises.

With a lingering kiss, Cathy pushed Jess down to her knees. "Let's give Tom a real show. I want you to suck my cunt, you hot little bitch!" she said and taking a handful of Jess's hair, pushed my girlfriend's face into her pussy, rubbing it around as she did so. Jess needed no encouragement, though I was far from certain she knew what she was doing. She slipped her tongue into Cathy and licked her clitoris, letting herself be face fucked while she did it. Cathy pushed Jess to the bed and manhandled her so that her ass was right at the edge of the bed. Then she straddled Jess's head and pushed her wet pussy back down, reaching around to roughly finger Jess's pussy as she did so, at the same time roughly rubbing her cunt up and down on Jess's face.

"Your slut girlfriend sure likes to eat pussy," Cathy said, looking right at me. "Let's see how much she likes to fuck Tom's big cock." Then she turned to Tom. "Tom, get your ass over here and fuck Jess's cunt. She needs it filled right now!"

Tom stood up and stripped. I nearly fell over. His cock was huge, easily 10 inches and maybe more, and very thick, with huge heavy balls hanging below. Like Cathy, he was shaved all over except for a small triangle of pubic hair above his cock. He was wearing a metal ring between his cock and his balls, and had two piercings in his glans that ran vertically with stainless balls on either end. They looked vaguely threatening. 

Cathy looked at her boyfriend. "No gentle stuff, Tom, she needs it rough. Fuck her hard in front of her cuck boyfriend, baby," she instructed. "Let's make Jess our fuck slut."

Tom positioned himself at the side of the bed and rubbed the head of his cock up and down on Jess's wet slit. Cathy took him in her one hand, spread Jess open with the other, and guided Tom in. He pushed forward and slid his cock all the way in with a single motion as Jess raised her back to meet him. Then he started pumping in and out of her slowly. Jess groaned loudly.

Tom responded by increasing his pace and driving his cock down and then in as deeply as it would go. The bedsprings squeaked with his motions, and I could hear Jess's muffled moans as he fucked her. Cathy pressed Jess's face into her pussy and groaned aloud.

Cathy laughed, wickedly. "I guess we're here under false pretenses," she said. "I'm not interested in cuckolding Tom. We're into turning wives and girlfriends and couples like you into our sex slaves. When I met her, Jess seemed like the perfect type. Do you like my boyfriend's big thick cock, bitch?" Cathy demanded. I heard a muffled response and a groan. "What was that?" Cathy asked again, this time sliding off Jess's face so she could answer.

"I said 'Yes'," Jess replied.

"'Yes,'what?" Cathy demanded.

"God, yes, I love Tom's big thick cock," Jess moaned.

"Tell him what you want him to do to you, Jess," Cathy said. Jess hesitated and Cathy pinched her nipples viciously until she squealed. "You'll learn to do what I say, you little bitch. Now answer my question."

"I want him to fuck me like a whore," Jess sobbed. "I want him to stretch me open, pound my pussy, fuck me hard and nasty, and fill my slut cunt with his hot cum."

Tom rearranged himself so that he was sitting on the bed with his legs over the edge. He picked up Jess and sat her on his cock so that she was facing me and started pumping her up and down. Her pussy was stretched wide open, and she was dripping wet. Cathy knelt down in front of them and started licking Jess's clit as she rode up and down. It didn't take very long before Jess was shuddering and squealing as she came, but Tom didn't pause at all and just kept right on fucking her. Cathy walked over and picked up her pipe, refilled it, and crossed back to Jess, holding the pipe close to her lips. Jess shook her head vigorously.

"I don't want anymore," she said. "I'm totally wasted already."

Tom grabbed her wrists and held her still as Cathy forced the pipe into Jess's mouth and lit it. Then she pinched Jess's nose shut, forcing her to inhale deeply. She repeated the process, but the second time she did not have to hold Jess's nose closed to get her to inhale. Jess took a third hit, and Cathy refilled the pipe and repeated the process until the pipe was dead. Jess's head dropped back to Tom's shoulder, and her eyes were glazed and fixed. She seemed lost in her own world.

Cathy filled the pipe and brought it to me. I smoked the bowl. By the time it was done, I was totally out of it. It felt like I was outside my body, passively watching myself. As I bemusedly "watched" myself, Cathy pulled my shirt over my head and yanked my shorts down over my knees and tossed them on the floor. She ran her hands over my chest and abdomen. Then she went over to her bag, rummaged around in it and came back with something that looked like an electric razor. She grabbed my tee shirt, put it under my hips, and pushed me back down. The razor had two ends. One looked like a conventional electric razor, while the other looked like barber's clippers. She turned it on and, using the barber's clippers, started shaving me. It didn't take long before she'd trimmed off all of my pubic hair from my belly button all the way down to my balls. Then she turned the razor to the other end and started shaving me down to my skin. By the time she was done, I was completely bare from my waist to my thighs. She surveyed her work and smiled.

"Looks good for a cucky slave boy," she said. Then she went back to her bag and came back with some sort of leather thing. First she took my bare balls in her hand and wrapped part of the device around my balls, stretching them down in the process. She closed a couple of snaps and fiddled around at the base of my cock, snapping another leather ring closed between my abdomen and my balls. Finally, she closed a third ring around the base of my shaft in front of my balls. The effect of the cock and balls harness was to make my now-tumescent cock stand out and away from body, with my falls stretched out below.

"Now you look like a real slave boy," she said. "We'll get Jess's nipples and clitoris pierced later, and maybe we'll get you an ampellang glans piercing."

I looked over at Jess. She was riding Tom's big cock with fixed determination, grunting and moaning as he fucked her. As I watched she shuddered and came again, but Tom fucked her without respite. Her orgasm peaked but seemed to keep on going. All of a sudden her entire body seemed to spasm, shake and shiver, and a jet of pussy juice erupted from her. I had never seen her squirt before, and here she was coming repeatedly like a fountain, her eyes rolled back up in her head as she lost herself in her orgasms.

"Time for some serious nasty fun," Cathy said. She rummaged around yet again in her bag and this time pulled out a lifelike strap on dildo and harness. She stepped into it, checked the fitting, and walked over to Jess. The dildo was black, realistic looking, and about 8 inches long, but not too thick. 

Cathy strode over the bed, stood on it, thrust out her dildo and made Jess lean toward it. "Time to suck my cock!" she said.

Jess didn't hesitate, bobbing her head up and down on the shaft like it was the real thing. Though the angle was awkward, she was able to swallow most of it, and for a few minutes the room was quiet, as Tom pumped her up and down on his cock while Jess slobbered all over Cathy's dong. Eventually, Tom swung his legs around so he was lying under Jess and turned her around so she was now facing him.

Cathy turned to me. "Get the lube from my bag and bring it here," she instructed, and I did as I was told. Cathy took the lube and coated the cock with it, and then squeezed a generous amount into Jess's ass. If it surprised her, Jess didn't show it. Cathy knelt behind Jess and Tom spread her ass open, leaving her exposed, while his girlfriend inserted the head of the dong into Jess's ass. Jess grunted, but did not resist, which was a surprise to me, considering that we'd never done anal and Jess had expressed no interest in it. Cathy pushed slowly but steadily forward and I watched in astonishment as she slid her artificial cock all the way in, apparently without much difficulty. Jess groaned as she did it, and then Cathy and Tom began to double penetrate her, alternating strokes.

Cathy laughed. "Looks like Jess likes it in the ass," she said. "Do you fuck her in the ass a lot?" I shook my head. "Well, she must be giving it up to someone pretty regularly, cause it sure is easy to fuck her." With that, she slapped Jess's ass hard. "Have you given up your backdoor before?" she asked.

Jess groaned and nodded. "Yes," she said.

"Who gets it?" Cathy asked.

"Leonard and his friends," Jess replied. Another shock. I hadn't known that Leonard had shared Jess.

"How do you like it, Jess?" Cathy asked. "Do you like getting DPd?"

Jess groaned loudly and nodded vigorously. "It's nasty as hell, but I love it. I want you to fuck me like you own me, just like Derrick and his friends."

Cathy grabbed Jess by her hair and pulled her head back so they could kiss, which they did, passionately. Then she started fucking Jess's ass hard, slapping her ass cheeks as she did so. Jess granted and moaned and shuddered. For a few moments, the room was filled with the rhythmic sounds of Tom and Cathy fucking Jess, the wetness of my girlfriend's pussy as it squelched on Tom's big cock, and the abrupt slaps as Cathy slapped her ass.

"Oh, god," Jess moaned, "I'm gonna cum so fucking hard!"

Cathy laughed. "You really are a little, slut," she said. "How about it, bitch? Do you want you and your cuck boyfriend to be our sex slaves?"

"Yesssss," Jess hissed.

"Good girl," Cathy replied. "We've got lots of dom couples who'd love to use you."

By now, Jess was moaning "Oh my god!" like a mantra, over and over. Suddenly she started gasping and shuddering, her whole body shaking as she did so. Her pussy started squirting again as her climax went on and on, until she fell forward limply. Cathy withdrew from her ass and took off the harness.

"Fuck the little slut until you cum in her, Tom" Cathy said, and her boyfriend rolled Jess onto her back, hoisted her legs over his shoulders and started banging her pussy. Jess lay limply, her eyes half closed and unfocused.

"I'm pretty sure she's passed out or close to it," Tom said, but then Jess reached around and grabbed his ass with her hands, showing that she was still conscious of her surroundings. Tom responded by increasing his thrusts, and she groaned softly as he did so.

Cathy came over to me and sat down next to me, reached down, and stroked my cock, which was painfully erect. "You're better hung than most of our male slaves," she said. "You'd make a good breeding bull for the sub wives and girlfriends. It would give you some fun while your little girlfriend gets passed around to the doms."

Tom was finally reaching his orgasm, and I watched as he thrust deeply into Jess and his big balls contracted over and over as he shot his cum into her womb. She lay limply under him as he filled her with his seed. He finally withdrew, leaving her pussy gaping open as his cum leaked out of her slowly.

Cathy, meanwhile, had picked up her cell phone and was making a call. When she finished, she looked at me and Jess. "If you want, we can get you pierced this afternoon. We'll take you to a woman who pierces all of our slaves. She's really excellent and safe."

"I don't know," I said. "This is all kind of sudden."

Cathy smiled. "Why don't we let Jess make up her own mind? How about it, Jess?"

Jess giggled. "I don't know if I can walk at this point, but if you take me, I'll get my nipples done. Let me shower and get dressed." 




The Landlord Ch. 04



Fifteen minutes later, Jess and Cathy headed out the door. I got Tom a beer and one for myself and sat down. We drank in silence for a couple of minutes, and then Tom turned to me. "You've undoubtedly got a lot of questions, so why don't you ask whatever's on your mind," he said.

"Tell me a bit about your group," I said.

"There are 10 dominant couples ranging in age from their early 20s to their 60s. We're all in good shape and the bulls are all hung pretty large – I'm about average, but we have some really enormous guys, upwards of 12 inches," Tom explained. "The doms are ethnically mixed: white, black, middle Eastern, and Asian."

Tom must have seen the skeptical look on my face because he laughed. "I know what you're thinking, but we have two Asian bulls – one's Korean and the other is Japanese. One is my size and the other is bigger," he said. "Anyway, we recruit young couples to be our subs. They're mostly white and range in age from 19 to their late 20s. We prefer college students or young professionals – lawyers, business managers, medical residents, and junior military officers and so on."

"What are your expectations for the couples?" I asked.

Tom smiled. "Submission and obedience. We've had good luck recruiting cuckold couples because typically the husband is submissive and even where the wife is relatively dominant in the relationship she's usually submissive to her bull. We find it easier to train them," he explained. "You and Jess fit the bill. You're young, fit, attractive, and already pretty deeply into cuckolding. You're hung plenty big enough to be a bull if you wanted, but it's pretty clear you enjoy getting cucked. And Jess just showed us that she's very capable of being submissive."

Tom sipped his beer and continued. "The wives serve us collectively, which means they fuck whoever wants them. The husbands watch and also serve, depending on their interests. They all prep their wives orally, most hold their wives open and guide the master into them, virtually all the husbands get under the wives while they're being used, and they all clean their wives' pussies afterwards. I'd say about three-quarters also provide oral service to the masters. You'd be surprised, but it drives their wives crazy when they do it."

"What about breeding?" I asked.

"There is no required breeding," Tom answered. "If, however, a wife wishes to get pregnant, then she is bred by the masters. Several have been. Right now, we have two pregnant wives in our group. One is 20 and a junior in college; the other is 26 and an attorney. We'll arrange for you to meet both of them before you decide to join the group."

The door opened a moment later and Jess and Cathy entered our apartment. "Jess did just fine," Cathy said. "She looks great, but you'll have to wait until she takes the bandages off tonight to clean the piercings before you get see for yourself."

Tom smiled. "We have to get going. Hope you enjoy the rest of the evening." 

As he and Cathy left, it struck me that the way he'd made his last comment, with a big smirk, was a bit odd. I didn't give it much thought and had forgotten about it when there was another knock at the door. I opened the door to find two Asian men waiting outside. They brushed past me and pushed their way into the apartment.

"Hey!" I exclaimed. "What the hell do you think you're doing?"

The two guys laughed. Then one of them said, "What we're going to be doing is fucking the hell out of your little slut girlfriend. Where is she?"

Before I could answer, Jess came out of the bathroom dressed only in cotton shorts and a tank top. "What's going on, David?" she asked.

"I don't know," I said. "These two guys just pushed their way in here."

The guy who'd spoken to me looked at Jess. "Tom sent us over to bang the shit out of you in front of your boyfriend and we're not leaving until we do, whether you want to give it up or not," he said. "You can cooperate and participate willingly or you can resist, but either way you're going to get fucked."

Jess looked shocked. "You mean you'll force me? We'll call the cops if you try it."

The guy smirked. "I don't think so. You and your boyfriend are in possession of enough of a contraband stash to make your lives very difficult. Besides," he said, "I am a cop. Whose word do you think will carry weight?"

"This is complete bullshit," I said, as I grabbed the guy by the arm and started to push him towards the door. Before I'd gotten half a step, the guy flicked his arm, twisted mine around and started putting pressure on my hand. It was excruciatingly painful, and I had no choice but to follow the pressure and get down on my knees.

"This is just a taste," he said. "I can put your wrist out of action for a week without breaking a sweat."

"Stop it, you're hurting him!" Jess exclaimed. "Let him go. Please let him go and I'll do what you want."

"That's a good little slut," the guy said. "Now go get the weed and the pipe." Jess did as she was instructed, and handed them to the guy. "You'll be a whole lot more cooperative with this," he said, and filled up the pipe. He made her smoke a whole bowl, then refilled it and had her smoke it again. Then he had me smoke an entire bowlful before returning to Jess and giving her a third. I could barely stand up, and could only imagine how Jess was feeling. She looked totally dazed and wasted.

"Let's go to the bedroom," the guy said. He had to help Jess move. When we got there, he told me to strip and put on the cock and ball harness, which I managed to do after some fumbling around. Then he walked over to Jess and in two quick moves pulled off her shorts and yanked off her tank top. Then he and his buddy stripped. Both of them were ripped to the extreme. There wasn't an ounce of fat on them. They were both hung like stallions, their massive cocks curving away from their bodies. The guy in control was a bit bigger than his companion, but it was kind of academic since they were both huge.

"Hey, cuck!" the second bull said. "Get over here and get your girl's pussy nice and wet for us."

I went over next to the bed and lay down on my back, and Jess straddled my face as she knelt over me. I reached up to hold on to her butt cheeks and started moving her back and forth as I tongued her. She was wet in an instant. At the same time, the two bulls stepped in front of her. Jess never hesitated, but took a cock in each hand and started stroking them. As they grew erect, she started sucking them, first one, then the other, bobbing her head back and forth as she did so, slowly taking more and more of the massive cocks down her throat. After a while, Jess started making little moaning noises and pressed her pussy down on me, rubbing it wetly across my lips and tongue. I flicked her clit with the tip of my tongue and she ground down and grunted, and I could tell from her shuddering that she was climaxing.

She looked up at the two bulls. "Fuck me, please! I want you to fuck me like the whore that I am for huge cocks," she said. "Do anything you want to me."

"Get on your knees," the first guy said, and Jess got on the bed on her hands and knees. The bull got behind her and rubbed the head of his cock on her sopping pussy. She reached between her legs and spread herself open for him and, after inserting the head of his cock, pushed into her all the way in one smooth thrust. 

Jess groaned aloud. "God, that's a hell of a big cock. You're really filling me up."

He laughed. "For such a petite white girl, you have a pretty loose pussy. Most women can't take me like that at first. You must be getting your pussy stretched out pretty regularly," he said.

"More and more all the time," Jess grunted. "I haven't told David all about it, but the black bull I've been fucking is passing me around to some of his friends, and believe me when I tell you they're all hung large. They love to DP me and lately have been stuffing two cocks in my pussy at the same time."

"And how do you like that?" the bull asked.

"It wasn't really easy at first," Jess replied. "Fortunately, no one tried to force it. Once I did it a few times I learned how to relax enough to take it a lot more easily and once that happened it was hot as hell. I have these incredible vaginal orgasms that just seem to go on and on."

I was dumbfounded. The bull looked my way and laughed. "Looks like your cuck boyfriend wasn't expecting that," he said.

Jess giggled. "There's a lot I haven't told David yet, but I will."

The second bull stood in front of Jess. "Time to put your mouth to better use," he said, and stuck his big cock in her face. She opened her mouth and let him slide halfway down her throat. For the next 15 minutes, the room was free of chatter but full of the sounds of one bull's cock pumping her sopping pussy while his balls slapped her ass and the gurgling as the other throat fucked her. I could tell from her muffled moans that Jess was getting into it, confirmed in the end by her grunts and finally by her arched back and shudders as she surrendered to a powerful orgasm. No sooner had she finished than the two bulls switched places and continued to fuck her mouth and pussy with the same merciless rhythm. It didn't take long before she had another big climax.

This time, the second bull lay on his back with his legs hanging over the edge of the bed and had Jess mount him so that she faced away from him. She slid easily down the length of his cock and then he had her lean back against him while he held her legs apart. The first bull approached her from the front and, putting one leg on the bed, took his cock and slipped the head into her pussy, slightly above and to the side of the cock that was already buried to the hilt. Jess gasped as he did it, but did not try to stop him. I watched in astonishment as he slowly and carefully pushed his cock into her distended pussy, taking his time as he worked it into her inch by inch as she rubbed her clit while he did so.

"Oh, fuuuuck you guys are big," Jess groaned. "Keep going and really stretch my slut pussy out. I'm gonna cum real soon and then you can fuck my cunt." As she said so, her thighs started shuddering and her face grimaced. "Fuck, I'm cumming so hard," she wailed as her climax shook through her. It went on for quite a while, at the end of which she lay back limply.

Sensing the moment had arrived, the first bull pushed forward. I watched in stunned silence as his big cock slid into Jess's pussy. He held it there for a moment and then slowly drew it out about half way before sliding it back in, a process he repeated several times over. Then, satisfied that Jess was taking both cocks inside her with no damage, he began slowly to fuck in and out. As he did so, the second bull started to do the same.

Jess moaned and looked at me. "Get me some lube," she said, and I went to the nightstand and pulled out the lubricant. She had the first bull pull out, and squirted a generous amount of lube into her gaping pussy. Then she squirted more lubricant on his cock and motioned for him to remount. He slid in much more easily this time, and resumed a careful but steady rhythm. The bull under Jess resumed his own rhythm, eliciting moans and groans from Jess as he did so. I could see Jess's toes curling under as the two huge cocks pumped in and out of her pussy. Her moans were more or less constant. Abruptly, she dug her heels into the first bull's back and pressed him deeply into her.

"Oh, jeez," she grunted. "I'm cumming again! It's sooo fucking good. My cunt is just so filled with cock. You're stretching me completely!" 

With that, she started climaxing again, this time squirting as she did so, until the bedcover under them was stained and wet. Her orgasm was long and intense, leaving her limp and seemingly fucked out, but the bulls were having none of it. The first bull withdrew and then turned Jess around so she was riding the second bull's cock. He pulled her forward so that her ass was up and her pussy exposed to the first bull, who pushed his cock down until it was on top of the cock Jess was riding. Then he pushed in. The position allowed for more effective penetration and the first bull began fucking her much more vigorously than before, while the one below began to thrust up and into her now thoroughly stretched pussy.

For a while, the room was filled with the sound of Jess's moans and grunts, and the obscene squelching of her pussy as the two huge cocks pumped in and out of her in a steady rhythm. Then, for the first time, Jess began active fucking back, riding back against the cocks as the pushed up into her. Her groans got louder as she started to shudder and shake as another orgasm hit her. This time, the two bulls kept fucking her as her climax crested and broke, pushing her into another orgasm while she made incoherent noises and her pussy squirted again.

Still the bulls kept pumping in and out of her, increasing their tempo as they fucked her. The first bull grunted. "Man, your girlfriend is one hot little slut," he said. "I can hardly believe she can take it, but her pussy's taking both of us. She must have had plenty of double vaginal fucks before we got her, but if she keeps this up she'll have to fuck a horse to really fill herself up. By the time we're done with her, you won't be feeling much friction when your fuck her."

Jess groaned. "Fuck my hot cunt with your two big cocks, you bastards! Stretch me out so I won't ever be able to feel David's cock and then pump me full of cum," she said. "Come on, fuck my pussy and use me like your whore!"

The two bulls were fucking her with abandon now, pumping their cocks in syncopated rhythm in and out of her overstretched cunt. I could tell that they were reaching the crisis point. The first bull grunted with the exertion, and looked down toward his comrade. 

"I'm getting ready to pop, bro," he said. "Can you shoot too so we can fill this slut's cum totally full?"

"Fuck yeah!" came the reply.

At the same time, Jess was moaning and gasping as another climax started to hit her. "Come on, fuck me with your big bull cocks! Shove them in me and shoot your bull cum right into my womb," she screamed. "Breed me and make my belly swell! Do it!"

With roars of lust, the two bulls shoved their cocks as deeply into Jess as they could. I was able to see the top bull's ass contract again and again as he ejaculated into her, and I knew the bull underneath was doing the same. At the same time, Jess was screaming as her own climax went on and on, sending her into orgasmic spasms. Her eyes were rolled up into her head so that only the whites were visible. Finally, she collapsed forward limply, shuddered, and was still. The top bull slowly withdrew his cock and rolled Jess onto her back on the bed.

"She's passed out," he said. "Man, she is one incredible little fuck." He and his partner got up slowly and went into the bathroom to clean up. 

I crossed over to the bed to examine Jess. Her clitoris was engorged and red, her labia were swollen, and her pussy gaped open far wider than I had ever seen it before. As I watched, a steady stream of thick white cum flowed out of her and down her thighs to collect on the bedspread. I went to the bathroom to get a washcloth and towel to clean her up. The bulls were just leaving.

"Thanks for letting us use your girlfriend's pussy," the first bull said. "I have a feeling she'll be wanting us to use it a whole lot more." With that, the two men let themselves out of the apartment.

I went back into the bedroom and began to gently clean up the mess they had left in and on Jess, sponging her down with a cool washcloth and drying her with the towel. When I was done, I slipped the towel under her hips to absorb the cum that was still leaking out of her gaping pussy. She was still out, so I went back to the kitchen, popped the top off a cold beer, and slowly drank it down. I checked back on Jess when I had finished the beer and found that she had awakened. She smiled sweetly when she saw me.

"Well, sweetie, what did you think?" she asked. "Did you like seeing your girlfriend used like a fuck toy?"

I nodded. "I was worried you were going to get hurt, but it was really hot."

Jess giggled. "Not much to worry about there," she said. "I've had enough big cocks in my pussy and ass so I can take a lot more than I used to. I'm really glad you like it because I love having you watch it happen. Next time I think I'll have Derrick and some of his friends come over and gangbang me I front of you. How does that sound, David?"

"It sounds really intense," I said.

"Good," Jess replied. "I'll call Derrick tomorrow and set it up."



The Landlord Ch. 1



Anna looked at the calendar, sighed in frustration and flung it across the room. She sighed, her house was freezing, she couldn’t afford to use the heating, and she was living solely on toast as she has no other food and no money to buy shopping. She was flat broke, and her rent was a week overdue and already in arrears. She knew the Dave the landlord would be calling today, as yet she didn’t know what she was going to tell him and how the hell she was going to talk her way out of being evicted.

She shivered in the draughty, damp living room, and closed her eyes. She had lost her job two months ago and had barely left the house since then, she had no one to help her out of this mess, and she felt too down to even help herself. She felt a twinge of sadness as she thought of how she had let herself go a little, her long auburn hair which she took so much pride in curling everyday, sat straight down her back, and her green eyes had lost the lustful sparkle they had once possessed.

She lost track of the time as she drifted away, but sometime later she was startled by a loud knock on the door. Anna’s stomach lurched; it was the landlord here to collect the money she owed him. Dave was a friend of a friend, a few years older than she was, tall and stocky with an olive complexion. They had got on pretty well for the first few months but since she had fallen behind on her rent she sensed the friendship had gone and that he was getting increasingly pissed off with her excuses.

She sighed as she unlocked the door and opened it; Dave was standing outside looking a little impatient. ‘Hi Dave’ she smiled weakly, Dave crossed his arms and nodded a hello ‘Anna you know this isn’t a social call don’t you’. She made him coffee, black, she couldn’t even afford milk these days. Dave sighed ‘Anna we cant carry on like this, I bought this house as an investment and you can't even manage to pay me’, he set his mug down, ‘I’m afraid in going to look for new tenants, I’m giving you a weeks notice’.

Anna knew this was coming, but the shock still hit her pretty hard, she pleaded with Dave ‘just give me a few more weeks, get back on my feet, you know, get a job, please don’t do this’. Dave tried to fight the sympathy he was beginning to feel, he was loosing money but he couldn’t help the fact that he liked Anna a lot, he found her so sexy, and often found wicked thoughts of her running through his head at night. He had tried to get close to her once, just after she has moved in, but she has made it clear that she wasn’t interested and never would be, he just wasn’t her type. He looked back at Anna who was wiping tears from her eyes, and as he did so, a thought crossed his mind, he pondered upon it for a few moments before speaking again. ‘Anna I’m sorry I have no choice, I have to evict you unless…we think about payment in other ways’.

Anna froze, unable to speak for a second ‘but we’ve been here before you know I’m not…..’. He stood up and moved to the front door tuning away to lock it, and turning back with a dark look in his eyes that she had never seen before, he looked up at her, a sinister grin spreading slowly across his face ‘babe do you really want me to kick you out?’ he said softly. ‘N-n-n-no I don’t’ Anna stuttered, she swallowed hard, her head spinning, she felt sick and dizzy. He moved back to the sofa, his face close to hers ‘well then’ he whispered hoarsely ‘this will do for the short term’ he grinned.

She winced as Dave roughly grabbed the back of her neck and yanked her over to him, kissing her had, so hard that it hurt and she could taste blood from her lips. She hated this already but knew she had no options and so closed her eyes and tried to block out what was happening to her, wishing it was over but knowing it had just begun, she fought back tears as she felt him tugging her top over her head hurriedly. He saw the tears as he threw the shirt aside, but did not think of stopping. A sudden rush of power flowed though him as he realised that he was totally in control of the situation and that she would do whatever he wanted. The thought of this made him more aroused that he was already, and the bulge in his jeans became more apparent.

He Reached behind her and fumbled clumsily with the clasp of her bra, swearing under her breath, his impatience beginning to show. Finally it came loose and he discarded at, taking a moment to take in her firm breasts and her silky smooth skin. Anna whimpered again as she grabbed her wrists and held them roughly behind her back so that she could not mover her arms. He pushed her down onto her back and began to bite her neck, moving quickly down to her nipples, which were quickly becoming erect. He bit harder at them, his free hand snaking down to her jeans and working on the buttons.

Anna cried out again, half in pain but half in excitement, she wanted to be somewhere else, anywhere but here, but the sensation of Dave biting down on her nipple was starting to get to her, she knew she didn’t want this, but it had been so long since she had had intimate contact with someone that part of her yearned for it. He could feel her struggling beneath him, but had begun to sense her excitement too; he could almost smell her. He let go of her wrists, tugging away her jeans and removing her while lacy thong at the same time.

He threw her remaining clothes aside and sat back for a moment admiring her beautiful body, her luscious breasts, his eyes moving further down until they settled on her pussy, neatly trimmed, he licked his lips and moved back toward her. He kissed her roughly as his fingers moved down past her groin and found her clitoris, she tried to kick out but he held her down. He pinched it hard between his finger and thumb and began to roll it slowly, he looked down into her eyes, wanting so badly to fuck her now, but holding back and getting more and more turned on by the power trip he was getting from this.

Dave slid his fingers down further, he could feel how wet her pussy was, and he hastily slipped a finger inside, followed swiftly by another. Anna muffled a moan, still fighting against him, still coming to terms with the fact that she was doing this to pay her rent, and a s far as she was concerned that made her a whore. He began to roughly fuck her with his fingers, pushing hard and fast into her wet pussy. He began to talk to her softly ‘come for me you dirty bitch, mmmm you like it don’t you, fucking someone to pay your rent, you know what that makes you?’. Anna closed her eyes, she was on the verge of a climax and was fighting it as hard as she could, and she didn’t want to let go for him. Dave moved his spare hand and began working her clit again, this pushed her over the edge and she couldn’t hold it back any longer, she came hard and fast over his fingers, flushing red and looking ashamed.

Dave stripped quickly as Anna recovered, catching her breath; she tried to move but he pushed her back hard ‘we’re not done yet’. He laid back against the arm of the sofa, she looked up at his rigid cock, knowing what he was going to make her do next, he looked up at her ‘do it’ he said. ‘N-n-n-o’ she stuttered, gritting her teeth stubbornly, he lunged forward and grabbed her hair in both hands, forcing her face into his groin. She gingerly held took him in her mouth and began to suck gently, he forced her head down harder, again and again, and she began to feel her arousal rise, this time deciding not to fight it. She began to suck more vigorously now, taking the base of his cock in her hand and working it up and down in time to the movements of her mouth. He gripped the sides of the sofa a closed his eyes, damn he was close, he could take little more of this, but he hadn’t finished with her yet.

He pulled Anna’s face away, and turned her over onto all fours, she caught her breath, anticipating she knew this was wrong but she wanted it now. Dave hesitated for a moment admiring her tight bottom, before plunging his cock deep inside her wet hole. He started to fuck her hard and fast, knowing full well he wouldn’t last long, he leant forward and grabbed a handful of her hair, pulling it back until she was facing the ceiling. She could feel she was close too, although she was still trying to fight it somewhat.

He increased the speed, fucking her almost brutally; she could feel her orgasm building and bit her lip to muffle a cry. Suddenly the climax ripped though her body and she let out a cry of pleasure. He felt it, he felt the muscles in her warm pussy tighten around his cock, and it was enough to push him over the edge with her, groaning released a jet of hot cum into her.

Afterwards she dressed quickly, her face burning with shame, never again would she let him do that to her, she would find another place, she’d get a job. Dave however had other ideas, he picked up the rent book and flipped through the pages. ‘Still two months behind’ he grinned ‘I’ll be back next week, you better be here waiting for me’. He closed the door on the way out, leaving Anna alone again.



The Landlord Ch. 2



The room was silent, apart from the ticking of the clock on the wall. Anna’s eyes were fixed upon it, her stomach churning, she knew Dave would be here any minute, and she still had no rent for him. She had spent the last week coming to terms with what had happened, she felt so used. A couple of times she had thought about calling her parents, asking to go back home, but she couldn’t face the ‘we told you so’ lecture yet. She had decided to stick it out for a while longer, maybe she would find a job. She felt sick knowing what was going to happen to her, but every so often she would feel an electric twinge run through her, thinking about the climax he had given her, but then she would feel ashamed and push the thought away.

There was a sharp tap at the door, and her stomach lurched, Dave was here. She opened the door, Dave walked in grinning, he was carrying a large black bag in one hand, and in the other, Anna’s rent book. She muttered a greeting, and sat down, he remained standing and showed her the open page of the book, showing her that he had deducted seventy-five pounds from her arrears, there was still weeks worth to pay off yet. Dave looked round and wrinkled his nose, ‘don’t fancy the living room today..you gonna show me your bedroom?’ he didn’t wait for an answer and headed for the stairs. Anna sighed and followed him up to the bedroom.

Dave put the bag down and motioned for her to sit on the bed, he unzipped the bag and Anna was horrified to see that he had brought a video camera with him, which he proceeded to set up. He switched it on, pointed at the bed and turned back to her, 'strip for me’ he whispered, she shook her head ‘no way, not with that thing on’ she said defiantly. He walked up and cupped her face in his hand tightly, slapping her across her cheek with the rent book, ‘just a little something for my private collection babe, nobody will see it, and it would knock a months rent off, you could pay what you owe quicker’. He grinned, tossing the book aside, knowing that he had made her an offer she couldn’t turn down, she’d do just about anything for the right price.

Swallowing hard and wincing, she removed her shirt, followed by her jeans and her underwear, the cold air hit her naked flesh, covering her with gosebumps. Dave watched, eyes fixated on her, ‘lie down’ he commanded, admiring her naked body and feeling the bulge in his trousers just from looking at her. He thought about fucking her, doing it now, he wanted her so bad but he relished in the surge of power when he thought about what was coming next.

‘Let me see you touch yourself’ he demanded, she opened her mouth to protest but stopped herself, thinking of the amount of rent this would clear. She turned her attention to massaging her breasts, feeling her nipples harden between her fingers, she closed her eyes, tracing her hands over her smooth skin, trying to keep her composure, trying not to become aroused by the feel of her hands. Dave stripped his clothes quickly and stood watching her, ‘play with your pussy’ he said sternly, she hesitated for a moment before tracing her hand further down and fining her clit. Her arousal stirred more and more, but at the same time she felt dirty and cheap, she looked up at Dave who was staring at her, stroking his hard cock gently.

‘Finger yourself Anna’ he glanced over to the camera, the flashing light indicating it was running ‘make yourself cum for me’ he began to move his hand a little faster, gripping harder. Anna slipped a finger inside her pussy, surprised at how wet she was; she threw caution to the wind and followed with a second finger, moving them slowly at first. She couldn’t help the feeling that was beginning to overcome her, she increased her speed and let out a low moan. Dave moved closer to her, still tugging on his now rigid cock, he was painfully hard. '‘I want to watch you come now’ he growled, she moved her fingers faster and fucked herself harder, feeling her juices trickling down her knuckles, her breath quickening. She felt her climax coming, and moved her fingers still faster, biting her lip to muffle a cry as her hips bucked and the wave ripped though her. When she has become still again, Dave too her hand and licked her fingers clean, enjoying the taste, ‘mmmm good girl’ he grinned.

Moving closer, he leaned over the bed, resting his knees on the edge, his erection hovering an inch from her lips as he stroked the top. ‘Suck it’ he demanded, she opened her mouth and allowed him to push his cock in a little way, claming her warm lips around it, tasting salty pre-cum at the tip. He leaned forward a little, using a hand to support his weight, and moving the other down to her pussy, replacing her fingers with his, gasping at the warmth and wetness that met him.

He began to move his hips a little, fucking her mouth, gently at first, then a little harder, mirroring the movements with his fingers at the same time, pushing his thumb over her clit and circling it slowly, hearing her let out a muffled moan as she sucked harder. He knew he couldn’t hold out for much longer, he closed his eyes, loving the warm, wet feeling of her mouth around him, and the light and occasional graze of her teeth against him, sending electric tingles through his body.

She could feel the delicious friction as he finger fucked her harder, moving faster and increasing the pressure in her clit, pushing her over the edge, sending another orgasm ripping through her body. Dave felt her pussy spasm around his fingers, letting go of his own climax, which he had been struggling to hold, groaning as he pumped cum into her mouth, feeling her choke a little as she struggled to swallow it all.

Anna was glad it was all over so quickly, and actually didn’t feel to bad this time, she’d paid more off her rent and had not done as much, at this rate it would all be over soon and she could get on with her life again. Dave grinned as he packed away the camera, today had been short, but he had a reason for that, and had planned this and the next stage before he’d even arrived today, he put the tape in his bag, he had plans for it, and for her, and it as far as he was concerned rent arrears or not, he was only just beginning.



The Landlord Ch. 3



The Landlord ~ Chapter Three

Anna looked at the clock and smiled to herself, she knew Dave was due any minute, but this week he wasn’t going to get what he was expecting. The shock and humiliation of last weeks visit had forced her out of the house and to the Job Centre, it had also made her call her parents, she’d told them she had lost her job and was behind with her rent.

The lecture from her parents had been pretty bearable, and they had sent her a cheque. Things were looking up for her, she had job interviews next week, food in her cupboards, and enough cash in her hand to clear her rent arrears and pay next month too. She cringed at the sheer thought of what Dave had subjected her too, and she had vowed that as soon as she got a job she was moving out, she couldn’t stand the sight of him anymore.

A few minutes later Dave arrived, rent book in hand as usual, carrying a small bag. With him was a man that Anna had never seen before, he was a little taller than Dave, thinner, with floppy blonde hair and steely blue eyes. Dave locked the door and motioned for the man to sat down in one of the chairs, he than sat next to Anna on the sofa.

He put the rent book down on the table and smiled to himself, looking as if he was about to say something. Anna saw her chance and beat him to it; she totted the bundle of notes down in front of him, smiling at the look of surprise on Dave’s face. ‘Full rent arrears plus next months payment, its all there, count it if you like’, she waited as he counted the cash slowly, looking thoughtful as he did so, he smiled and marked it down in the book, ’well sweetheart, your all up to date’.

The room fell into an uncomfortable silence; Anna stood up ‘well I have things to do today, so if you don’t mind’. Dave laughed ‘no no no babe…we haven’t finished yet, you know what I’m here for’ he sat back, a smirk crossing his face. She crossed her arms and shook her head defiantly, ‘I’m square with my rent, so you can’t’ she pointed to the door, ‘now get out’. She watched as he grinned and unzipped the bag, pulling out a brown padded envelope, which he proceeded to open, from it he pulled out a black video cassette.

‘There is the small matter of this tape we made the last time around, the one I made for my little collection’ he twirled the tape around in his fingers, and turned the envelope over to show her what was on the front. She was horrified to see that scrawled in black marker pen, was her mother’s address. ‘You wouldn’t want your dear old mum and dad to see this would you? After all, you didn’t just get this money out of nowhere, mummy and daddy must have bailed you out, do you think they’d really want to see this after what they’ve done for you?’.

‘But, but’ she could hardly speak from the shock, ‘how the hell do you know where they live’ she cried, looking for a moment at the blonde guys sat on the sofa, who hadn’t said a single word yet. ‘Silly girl Anna, you filled in their details on your emergency contact form when you moved in’ she sat down, her head spinning, she felt dizzy and sick ‘and besides’ he continued ‘my friend Mark has seen you in action on my video, and he wanted to find out for himself if you were as good as you looked’.

Sheer panic washed over her, she knew she was screwed, it would kill her parents to see this, especially after what they had just done for her. She sat for a moment, waited for the dizziness to pass, regaining her composure ‘what do I have to do?’ she asked shakily. Mark stood up and grabbed both of her wrists firmly, looking down and smiling salaciously at her ‘why don’t we all go upstairs and talk about this’ he said quietly.

Her head began to spin wildly again as she followed the two of them up the stairs, she had fantasised about being with two guys a few times, when she was alone at night, but this was not the way she had wanted it to happen, she wasn’t even sure if she’d even want it to happen if the circumstances were different. Dave hurried her into the small bedroom and motioned for her to sit down on the bed, she sat quietly, fighting back the tears that were beginning to well in her eyes. Mark closed the door, ‘now now, don’t cry, we won’t hurt you.’

Mark leaned against the closed door, ‘so, strip for me, let me see that body for myself’. She stood up and removed her clothing slowly; she could feel both pairs of eyes fixed onto her as she did so. As she tossed away the last of her clothing she glanced over at Dave, trying to catch his eye in a last ditch attempt to stop what was happening, he grinned at her evilly, obviously enjoying himself. She could see Mark looking up and down her naked body, his excitement already quite apparent.

‘You wanna run the show bud?’ he asked Dave. He nodded firmly, and instructed Anna to lie down. Mark peeled off his shirt and kicked away his jeans hurriedly, already standing fully erect in front of Anna. She had to stifle a gasp, he was big, a lot bigger than she had experienced before. He walked over to her and stopped, less than an inch away from her face, ‘suck me’ he demanded roughly.

She raised her head, gripped him firmly and gently took the first few inches of his erection into her mouth, rolling her tongue around the tip, watching Mark close his eyes, and hearing him moan softly. Slowly she took a little more, gripping the base harder beginning to move her hand up and down his rigid shaft, in time to the rhythm of him fucking her mouth.

From the corner of her eye she saw Dave stripping quickly, and moving toward the bed, eagerly toward her. She felt the warmth of his lips trailing kisses slowly up past her knees, she parted her legs a little in anticipation, still sucking hard on Mark’s dick, which was now filling her mouth, mirroring her movements with the bucking of his hips.

Dave moved his tongue slowly up her leg, finally reaching the top of her inner thigh, and licking lightly along the length of her now damp pussy. He reached her clit and began to nibble at it, at the same time bringing a finger up to part her swollen lips and enter her slowly. He smiled to himself, she was still trying to put up a fight, but she was soaking wet, he could feel it, he knew she wanted it, although as he glanced up she was still half heatedly trying to fight denial.

He began to finger her slowly, circling his tongue around her clit as he did so, she let out a stifled moan as Mark pushed even more of his hard cock into her mouth, bucking his hips harder as he forcefully pushed down upon her.

Dave began to nibble lightly at her clit now, as he slipped a second finger in and began to finger fuck her soaking pussy hard and fast, feeling her grow more and more tense as he continued. He stopped suddenly, and heard Anna cry out with frustration at the fact that he hadn’t finished her off. He raised his eyes to lock with hers, and slowly licked his fingers clean as she sucked Mark more vigorously.

‘Time to change places I think’, Dave decided Mark nodded and pulled away from Anna, allowing her to catch her breath and rest for a few moments. She didn’t have long though, as soon she found Dave pushing the swollen head of his cock into her mouth, watching him close is eyes and groan as she began to tease the tip with her tongue. She felt him grow more impatient, and allowed him to push the full length into her mouth.

Meanwhile Mark had positioned himself at the bottom of the bed and was lightly probing her pussy with his tongue; gradually pushing deeper, lapping up her sweet tasting juices. She gasped as he roughly pushed his tongue further into her, flicking it hard and fast, occasionally grazing her lips with his teeth. He felt her hips rise toward him, almost pushing down on him, instinctively he brought a finger up to her, lubricating it with her wetness and using it to slowly circle the entrance to her anus.

He entered slowly, pushing just the tip of his finger inside, allowing her to adapt to the feeling, slowly he eased further inside, until she had taken the full length of his finger, he held it still for a moment before pulling it back a little and pushing it in harder. He pumped his finger faster as he flicked his tongue quickly over her clit. She began to climax almost instantly, he felt her writhing and heard her cry out, half-muffled by the cock in her mouth. He felt the warmth of her juices trickling down into his mouth, he relished the taste, licking away every drop.

He stood back and looked down at her for a moment, before parting her legs and kneeling in-between them, taking a leg, raising it up and draping it over his shoulder. She felt the warm tip of his cock nudging urgently at her swollen lips, and gasped sharply as he thrust his length swiftly into her, pausing for a moment before drawing almost all the way back out, and then burying the whole length back inside her again.

Grasping her hips he pushed hard into her, feeling his balls slapping against her firm buttocks as he did so. The feel of her warmth around him brought him close to the edge, and he slowed down to hold himself back. He looked up and saw that Dave had withdrawn from her mouth momentarily, and he quickly withdrew himself, turning Anna over so that she was on all fours, watching as Dave sat in front of her and pulled her head back down into his crotch, moaning that he was close. Mark pushed his still hard cock back into her, grabbing her hips and fucking her harder.

He heard Dave’s breathing become faster and heavier, heard him groan that he was coming, and watched as he came in Anna’s mouth, watching her swallow, small trickles of semen running down her chin as she struggled to take the load, Dave pulled away from Anna and sat back against the bead, sweat beads trickling down his face. Mark closed his eyes and fucked her faster still, hearing her cry out and feeling her push back hard against him as her pussy spasmed around him violently, this was too much for him to take and he quickly came, withdrawing his dick at the last minute and shooting hot jets over her cheeks.

Anna watched both men dressing hurriedly, ‘what do you think then mate?’, Dave asked Mark, he grinned down at Anna, ‘very nice’ he replied, ‘think we need to pay her another visit soon’. Dave nodded and picked up the envelope addressed to Anna’s mother, waving it in front of her face, ‘as long as we have this we can visit as often as we like’. They left with the tape, telling Anna not to go anywhere as they would be back in a few days with something new for her, leaving her alone and confused, she was trapped by them, she could see no way out, she resigned herself to this as her eyes filled with tears.



The Landlord Cumeth



Too say money was tight would be a massive understatement. Rent, bus fares, food, the list was endless. I'd lived alone since I was 16, no one for support or help, just getting by the best I could. The rent fell behind, I couldn't always scrape the money together for the daily bus fares which resulted in skipping a few days from work a month. A viscous circle – if I didn't work I didn't get full pay. I seemed to be under a constant black cloud. I didn't think things could get worse, but I was to be proved wrong.

I'd managed to befriend a woman I had recently discovered worked for the same company as I did, and lived just down the road, so was able to beg a lift. I had just locked the door to go get my lift and walked straight into my landlord.

"Finally managed to catch up with you" he said "your rent is 3 months late, when were you thinking of paying lady? I stood there, looking at my feet, not wanting to make eye contact and mumbled that I had been meaning to come see him and ask if I would catch it up over the next few months. It was a total lie of course but I couldn't think of anything else to say. I had a month's rent upstairs but if I went back for it I would miss my lift, and with my job being on a bit of a sticky wicket with all the "sick days", I couldn't risk another day off. I told him if he came back when I got back home from work I could pay some of the rent then. He nodded and said he would be round at 6pm, turned and walked away.

The day dragged in, boring office stuff, but it was a job. Alice, my kind lift lady dropped me off at 5.30pm and I headed for home. I'd almost forgotten about my landlords impending visit when a sharp knock on the door reminded me, right on 6 pm.

Arthur Robertson, my landlord walked straight passed me when I opened the door and straight to the seat next to the fake fire place.

"So Kathy" he said "rent money. You owe 3 months' rent. How much do you propose to pay just now?" I went over to the shabby side board, opened the drawer and took out a small bundle of notes that I had managed to save. "One month's rent Mr Robertson" I said, "I haven't been well and been off work quite a bit but I'm fine now and I was hoping you would let me pay a little extra every month until I catch up. Would that be OK"? 

He looked down at the tatty notes, counting them slowly. "How old are you Kathy?" he asked. "18, almost 19 Mr Robertson, so my wages will go up soon and that will help me pay you the money back quicker" I said with a nervous smile.

"18... still a child really" he said, still looking at the money. "Do you have a boyfriend?"

I had had a few boyfriends but nothing serious. "No, not right now" I answered. He put the money in his pocket and started tapping his pen on his little notebook which I knew he kept his rent records in. "I'm surprised to hear that" he said "your a pretty girl and far too young to be on your own". He looked up at me then and smiled. I'd never really paid attention to him before and how he looked but now I could see he was a smallish man, slicked back dark hair and teeth that looked too small to be in the mouth of a grown man. His slightly crooked smile gave him the appearance of a weasel. I began to feel uncomfortable under his gaze and hoped he would just agree to my request and leave, but still he sat.

"How would you like to not pay rent for a while, just till you get back on your feet?" he said.

"That would be nice but it's just all the more to pay back so if it's ok with you can I pay back a little extra every month till I catch up?" I asked.

He gave a little cough and smiled again "no, it's really not alright. You owe me 2 months' rent, if you can't give me it right now we'll have to come to some other arrangement". He said leaning down and putting his note book on the floor as he did. "Come over here" he said. I was frozen on the spot. I might have been, as he suggested, still only a child, but I knew where this was leading. "Come here" he said again with more force, or do you want me to throw you out in the street tonight? Come on girl, I don't have all night!"

I could feel the panic rising in me as I slowly moved towards where he was sitting. It was pointless trying to run out the door. Run where? What then? Homeless?

"Good girl" he said, still sitting on the chair as I stood in front of him. "Take your shirt off". I looked at him, panicked and horrified but began to unbutton my shirt and letting it fall to the floor leaving me standing in my bra. "Now the bra" he said. I felt my face flush and the tears begin to sting in my eyes.

"Please Mr Robertson, please don't do this" I whispered, finding it hard to keep the fear from my voice. He fixed me with a cold stare "bra off" he said emphasizing each word.

The tears began to spill as I reached round to unfasten my bra and let it slip from my shoulders. I began to shake as I stood in front of him, naked from the waist up, a mixture of cool air and fear.

"Very nice tits, perky hard nipples" he said "I can see you like showing me your tits Kathy, your nipples are hard". I stood motionless and nodded. It seemed to be what was expected. He rose from his seat and started to touch my breasts, softly at first, then began to squeeze them harder, pinching and pulling on my nipples. I winced with the discomfort, not exactly painful but close to it. I watched as his head dropped and felt his tongue on my now hard and extended nipple. He licked each in turn then began sucking hard, each in turn, kneading the breast that was void of his mouth. 

He lifted his head and looked at my tear stained face, still squeezing and pinching my tender breasts "that's wasn't so bad now was it?" he said. I shook my head gently. I hoped that would be enough for him and he would leave, but he had other ideas. "Take your trousers off" he ordered. I knew it would be pointless fighting him so I unbuttoned my trousers and let them fall to my feet. He stepped back slightly, to look at me, his hands never leaving my breasts, but the pressure and speed increased as he looked at me standing in little lacey pants... as did his breathing.

"Very nice, very sexy, I bet your pussy's wet" he hissed and with that he slipped his hand into my pants "open your legs". I did his bidding and felt his thick stubby finger push between my legs and straight for my clitoris. "could do with some lubricant" he leered as he pushed his finger further down finding the entrance to my sex. "Oh my, what a dirty little girl you are Kathy, your pussy is gushing" he grinned as he pushed the fat finger further into my hole.

He withdrew his hand, "take your pants of and get on the bed" he said "legs wide open".

I lay on the bed, legs apart as he began to rub himself through his trousers. I could see the bulge through the taught material. I wasn't a virgin, but even I could see that he was a big man and it scared me. "Touch yourself" he said, his eyes never leaving my pussy. "I want to see you rub or cunt, get your fingers really wet and rub your clitoris".

I was no stranger to masturbation but lying here doing it in front of a stranger was disconcerting and humiliating, but I did as I was told and pushed my finger into my wet hole, coating my fingers with my juice and began rubbing my clitoris – small circles above the nub and harder as I found my rhythm. To my shame I could feel my body respond. He stood watching, as if in a trance, his hand still rubbing his cock through his trousers, growing ever bigger.

He walked towards me and pushed one fat finger straight into my pussy as far as it would go and started to finger me, slowly at first then faster as he muttered how tight my cunt felt, how wet I was, how hard I had make his cock while I rubbed myself for him to watch. He pulled his finger out and lifted it to his mouth and licked the pussy juice that had started to run down his hand. "Hmmm what a sweet little honey pot you have" he said. He pushed his finger back inside me then added a second. I groaned with the pressure as my pussy stretched to accommodate the extra finger and rubbed harder as I felt myself building to an orgasm.

"Stop touching yourself" he said, his fingers never slowing as they pounded my cunt. My back arched trying to take more of them and trying to find some release "don't let yourself cum, you can only cum when I say you can" and with that proceeded to try to pushing a third finger into my squelching hole. I cried out with the pain, begging him to take it out but he ignored my pleas and forced the third digit into me deep and held it there, not moving "please take it out, it hurts so much" I said through the sobs but he kept it there smirking at me all the time, loving my pain and his power.

He started to lower his head towards my pussy and began to lick my clitoris, soft flicks at first then long sweeping strokes of his tongue from the hood of my nub to my finger filled hole, sucking and biting my puffy pussy lips. He looked up and said "you can cum now" and with that he sucked hard on my swollen clitoris. My body jolted with this new sensation as I started to grind into his face. So caught up in my search for release I barely noticed his fingers pumping me, all three of them.

The first wave of my orgasm exploded in a burst of light. Wave upon wave of pleasure washed over me, sucking his fingers deeper inside me with a greedy need to prolong the pleasure. His mouth clamped hard on my clitoris milking every last sensation.

He lifted his face, glistening with my cum, to look at me and withdrew his fingers and started to unzip his trousers and pushed them down to the floor, pushing his pants down to follow, his cock sprung out. It was huge, the thick purple knob glistening with precum. He started to stoke himself with one hand as the other reached to pull me into a sitting position. "My turn" he said as he pulled my head towards his cock, "show me what a good little cocksucker you are". I could smell him, a mixture of sweat and sex. I could feel my stomach rise and wanted to gag but didn't dare defy him. Tentatively I stuck out my tongue and began licking the bulbous purple head. I licked round the head, back to lap at the oozing precum and to open the hole slightly with my tongue to lap more. I licked the length of his thick veiny shaft and he groaned loudly "suck it" as he forced my lips apart pushing his cock into my mouth. He was so big I couldn't take much but still he pushed filling and stretching my mouth just as he had my pussy. He began pumping his hips, pushing his cock deeper. I started to gag as he hit the back of my throat but stayed with it as his hand pumped the shaft, feeding me with his meat. Finally he stopped and pushed me back onto the bed, pushing my legs up and my knees apart and lowered himself onto me. His cock stabbed at my pussy, rubbing my clitoris and spreading my swollen love lips wider. "Put it in" he said as he panted, still thrusting at me. I reached between us and grabbed his cock, positioning it at the entrance to my hole as he lunged forward, pushing more than half his length into my tight cunt with the first thrust. I thought for a fraction of a second I would tear, and then it was inside me. 

He fucked me hard and fast, his face contorted into something close to pain and rage. Pure lust driving him on at the thought of having his big cock buried deep inside this fresh tight cunt and stretching her to breaking point, spitting obscenities at me, telling me he was going to fuck my tight cunt inside out. He grunted and slowed his strokes, making them deeper and somewhere deep inside me I felt the warmth and tingle of another orgasm build. I started to buck up to meet his strokes; his face broke into a sneering smile. 

"you like that Kathy? You like how my cock feels inside you? You want to cum on my cock? You want me to shoot my load into your belly, fill your greedy hole with hot spunk? "he hissed, the glee obvious on his face at my arousal. "Tell me, tell me what you want, say the words"

I couldn't hold back and I didn't care "fuck me hard and fast" I panted, "bury your cock in my cunt and make me cum".

He started pounding me fast and hard "Oh fuck yeah, oh yeah, like that, keep fucking me like that, I'm going to cum, I'm going to cum on your cock, fuck me, fuck me" I screamed, as I felt the walls of my cunt tighten round his pounding cock and came with a power that almost stopping me breathing. My cunt milked his cock deep inside me and with a final grunt he tensed and shot his seed deep inside me.

He lay on top of me slowly pumping the last of his hot cum into me then raised himself onto his elbows.

"Let's say that's this month's rent paid" he said with a grin. "and... you're going to make me a lot of money, I have plenty friends who will pay good money to fuck a hot little bitch like you".

He pulled out of me and began to dress as I lay there with my legs still open, too sore to close, cum dripping onto the bed sheets, trying to understand what he had just said. "You want me to do that with other men?" I said bemused.

"Yup, and maybe even women" he said chuckling to himself. He turned round and pushed two fingers straight into my cum soaked pussy "this little hot box is going to make me a lot of money, you're my new business" he smirked as he started to finger me again "don't worry I'll make sure you get some of the money, and this" he said as he pushed a third finger into me "will never be empty for long, I'll make sure of that"

He pulled his fingers out and offered then to me to lick clean. "That's it baby girl, you get used to the taste of cum" he said as I licked his fingers clean.

The door closed softly as he left but I couldn't help but feel another was opening on a new chapter in my life.



The Landlord Knocks Again



This is a sequel to my story "When The Landlord Knocks" and the subject matter is similar but even rougher. If you were offended by that one I suspect you wouldn't like this one either. PLEASE keep in mind that this is in the NonConsent/Reluctance category where it belongs and is total fiction, and all the players are of legal age.

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Arnold Lumpkin knew who was at the door before he looked through the peephole and saw the coal black face of the landlord on the other side. Unlike last week when the single Dad had no money for the rent and was forced to ask his daughter to do what the man asked - perform oral sex on Rufus Greene while he was forced to watch - this week he had wonderful news.

"Mr. Greene!" Arnold Lumpkin gushed as he let the handyman/landlord/caretaker in. "I have great news. I got a job. Started today as a matter of fact."

"Whoopee!" Rufus said with a scowl that matched his sarcasm as he looked over Lumpkin's shoulder at the skinny girl doing her homework at the kitchen table. "Show me the money."

"Oh," Arnold said as he deflated like a leaky balloon. "Well, of course I didn't get paid yet but next week, or maybe it's two weeks. I'm not quite sure, but in any event..."

"In any event? I guess that means you still don't have the fucking rent," Rufus snapped, and then his features softened as Sharon Lumpkin looked up from her book and their eyes met. "Hello little lady."

"Hi, Mr. Greene," Sharon replied without emotion.

"How's your bike running?" Rufus asked.

"Great. Thanks again, Mr. Greene."

"Anything for a pretty lady," Rufus said to the skinny 18 year old who was far from pretty but had a nice smile, and then Rufus explained what happened. "Her chain came loose and since there was no man in the house I helped out."

"I would have fixed it," Arnold mumbled. "But thank you."

"Oh I got paid for my trouble, didn't I honey?" Rufus said to Sharon over her father's shoulder.

"What? What did you do to her?"

"Didn't do anything to her chump. She just gave me a kiss or two in appreciation," Rufus snickered.

"Omigod," Arnold groaned. "Not again."

"We just messed around a little in the closet downstairs Pop," Rufus explained while enjoying the girl's Daddy pain. "Things men and women do, not that you remember shit like that Lumpkin. A little necking and feeling up."

"You molested my daughter?" Arnold sputtered, clenching his fists as he struggled to keep control.

"Now don't go trying to grow a pair of balls Lumpkin," Rufus Greene sneered. "We all remember what happened last time you got all brave, right?"

"Besides, I didn't molest your daughter, did I honey?"

"No Mr. Greene," Sharon declared from behind her father, and with a shrug she added, "You kiss good."

"So do you darling," Rufus replied before returning to her father. "Now about the rent..."

"I don't have it yet. I told you that Mr. Greene," Arnold Lumpkin reminded the landlord. "Please, you're a father - I beg you. Don't make her do that again."

"Get over here," Rufus said as he moved away a bit more from the girl doing homework at the kitchen table, and in a hoarse whisper said, "What is it you don't want her to do to me?"

"You know," Arnold replied.

"Tell me."

"Don't make her suck your cock."

"Why not? You got to pay a price for my nice," Rufus responded. "Besides, you seemed to like seeing your daughter in action."

"No, I didn't. Look, leave her out of this. Let me talk man to man with you."

"Seems we're a man short of that happening," Rufus chortled before adding, "What you got to offer?"

"You can leave and I'll slip out for a minute," Arnold whispered. "I'll meet you down in that closet down stairs and I'll - I'll perform fellatio on you."

"You wanna suck my cock?" the landlord said loud enough to make Lumpkin wince. "Damn, I saw the way you looked at my man meat last week - I was sure that you liked it, but damn."

"Just don't say anything to Sharon."

"You suck cock before?" Rufus asked.

"A long time ago," Arnold admitted.

"Why would I want a lousy blowjob from you when I can get a pretty good one from your daughter? She did alright last time once she got used to the size of it," Rufus recalled before offering a counter-proposal. "Here's what I'll take from you. You go in and take your clothes off and bend over the table, and I'll fuck you in the ass in front of what's her name? Sharon? That will give you your two weeks grace."

"What do you think I am?"

"I know what you are. WE know what you are Lumpkin," Rufus sneered. "No is your answer? Fine. Let me go get what I want."

"Please" Arnold sobbed as the landlord walked away from him, and as he followed the landlord into the dining room he saw his daughter's head come up from her homework.

"Your Daddy just offered to take your place," Rufus informed Sharon. "Said he would suck my cock instead of you."

"Daddy?" Sharon said. "How long are we gonna live like this?"

"Not long honey," Arnold said. "I swear."

"Let's get those clothes off honey," Rufus said. "You ain't a virgin are you?"

"No," Sharon replied, and as she spoke her father did a double take. "I did it with a bunch of guys."

"Omigod," Arnold whimpered as he watched his daughter lift her blouse over her head and pop off her bra, the shock of learning his daughter hadn't saved herself for her future husband hitting him like a punch in the gut.

Sharon didn't try to hide her bony body this time since the building manager had already seen her tiny breasts and abundant bush there was nothing more to hide.

"I see you shaved for me," Rufus noted when he saw her smooth armpits, a change from her unkempt look last time.

"Tammy Shaw gave me a Bic," Sharon explained.

"You didn't shave any of that pussy hair did you?" Rufus asked as he dropped his trousers, and when her panties came down he laughed and added, "Guess not. Rufus loves a hairy pussy. Let's get this homework out of the way and clear the table."

"What are you going to do?" Sharon's father asked.

"First your daughter is going to get me hard," Rufus said after his boxers went down and he wiggled his flaccid black snake at him. "Then your little lady is gonna get up on that table and we gonna fuck. Looks like a solid enough piece of furniture."

"Sharon, you don't have to..."

"Shut up Daddy. You're only making this worse," the lanky girl said as she went to her knees and took the landlord's cock in her hand and brought it to her mouth.

"Oh yeah!" Rufus groaned as he looked first at the plain looking brunette's mouth stretch to accommodate the knob of his cock, and then over at her father whose eyes were watering but wide open. "You ever get any from her? You nail your daughter?"

"Shut up," Arnold Lumpkin muttered under his breath. "You're an evil and disgusting man. God is watching and you'll get yours in the end.

"I think after I get done fucking your little girl I'm going to beat the shit out of you. Knock your ass the fuck out. You one of those guys that likes that?" the building manager asked, and after Arnold Lumpkin shook his head added, "Then shut up and enjoy the show."

"Give them nuts some love too honey," Rufus Green directed as he lifted his ebony log upright and eased the teen's face under it so she could tongue his salty ball sac. "That-a girl."

Rufus sneered at the girl's father who stood there watching, Lumpkin's erection obvious in his tented slacks as he watched the building manager put his vein-riddled monster on top of Sharon's head and covered it with her scalp.

"Time to eat some cunt," Rufus declared as he reached down and effortlessly lifted Sharon up onto the kitchen table, laid her out and parted her skinny thighs while licking his lips at the sight of the young woman's hairy delta. "Damn, that's one furry pussy."

Arnold Lumpkin looked away when the building manager knelt down and buried his face in his daughter's bush, but when his eyes met Sharon's he had to look away, even preferring to listen to Rufus Greene snort and slobber all over Sharon's privates.

And she was liking it! The more Arnold looked at his daughter writhing around the less guilty he felt. All he had tried to do since his wife had passed - trying to be a mother and father to the girl - and she was meeting janitors in closets and letting boys have their way with her behind his back!

Still, when the hulking black man got to his feet and moved up to the edge of the table, slapping his cock on Sharon's sex and telling them both Sharon was going to get it hard and fast, Arnold grimaced, and when Rufus Greene peeled the ebony foreskin back and exposed the purple knob of his manhood so he could rub it along the fold it got worse.

Rufus Greene leaned forward, forcing the fat glans into the dense bush when yelling at Sharon to keep quiet and relax, his nostrils flaring when it proved to be an even tighter fit than he expected.

"Daddy!" Sharon was crying, but what she said after that was lost in the howl that came from her as the building manager lurched forward, prompting the upstairs neighbor to pound on the floor over the kitchen.

"Fuck you!" yelled Rufus as he lifted his head briefly before beginning to thrust into the tight pussy, going deeper and deeper until he was impaling the girl with just about all 9 thick inches of cock.

"How you like it?" Rufus sneered as he leaned down and roughly grabbed the little swells on the girl's scrawny chest while the table lurched a little more towards the wall with each thrust.

"It hurts Daddy - it really hurts," Sharon sobbed, but Arnold Lumpkin was powerless to stop it as he prayed for it to be over quick.

"You'll be cumming before me girlie," Rufus snapped as the pussy got wetter and become a little more accepting of his enormous manhood.

It wasn't long before the building manager let out a bellow, filling the girl's womb with his seed while Sharon's eyes rolled back in the skull.

The thrusting mercifully ended, but when Rufus straightened up and pulled his spent member out of the teen's pussy even the coarse and callous building manager cringed and made a face when he saw his cock.

"Damn girl," Rufus muttered. "You lied."

"No," Arnold mumbled when he saw the evidence that Sharon had been lying when she said she had been with a bunch of guys because it was clear that there hadn't been any up until a few minutes ago.

"Lumpkin," Rufus said to Sharon's father as he looked back as some of the copious load of semen he had deposited in the girl was oozing out, the creamy sap standing out on the black pubic hair. "You heard her say she wasn't a virgin."

"I know."

"I still would have fucked her, but I wouldn't have been as rough if I knew," Rufus said as he poked a finger in Lumpkin's chest after putting his clothes back on. "So that's on you."

"You okay honey?" Rufus paused to ask Sharon, who was still splayed all over the table, and after he kissed her sweaty forehead he left.

Arnold Lumpkin locked the door behind him, abut when he turned around to help console his daughter she had managed to get down off the table and was gingerly rubbing her panties over the mess between her legs.

"Honey..." Arnold said as his one and only staggered slowly to the bathroom, ignoring him and closing the door behind her.

Arnold waited a long time before going to his bedroom, and in the meantime Sharon had left the bathroom and went to her bedroom.

"Honey," Arnold sobbed as he stood outside the bedroom door. "I'm so sorry. I love you so much. I'll make this up to you."

"Make it up to me?" came the voice from the other side. "How? I hate you."

Arnold knew that was accurate and fair, and now he regretted not doing what Rufus Greene suggested. He could have bent over that table and been savaged like Sharon had been, and even though that might have destroyed him it couldn't hurt more than he was hurting right now.

Arnold went to the bathroom and peed, his underwear only a little damp because this time he hadn't cum while watching his daughter and the building manager, but he had been hard when he watched and after he got done pissing he started to get hard again.

"You're sick Arnold," he told the mirror. "You need help."

Despite his honest assessment of his mental state, that didn't stop Arnold Lumpkin from lifting the hamper and pulling out Sharon's soiled panties, the semen that dried on them making the cotton stiff in places.

The scent was unmistakably Sharon's as was the long black pubic hair that had been caught in the elastic of the leg opening, and as he inhaled deeply while holding the panties to his face his thumb and index finger furiously stroked his little dick, harder and faster until his entire body tingled.

"Daddy? I didn't mean what I said..." Sharon said as she walked past the open bathroom door just as Arnold's dick was spurting wildly all over the toilet. "What are? Omigod..."

"Honey..." Arnold said, flinging the panties aside and trying to pull up his pants and run to his daughter at the same time, failing just as badly at that as he had everything else lately, and when he fell down he smashed his skull on the casing of the door.

"Goodbye," Sharon said coldly a few minutes later as she walked past her father who was still trying to get up, his left eye grossly swollen and discolored as the room spun around him, and the blurred sight of the backside of his daughter as she carried a gym bag full of her belongings was the last he saw of her.

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Thanks for reading.



The Landlord New Release



I was not planning to tell this story of my past, because it´s not the nicest one and I banned the memories into a remote corner of my brain, but it came back to me when I read the local newspaper a week ago and saw a certain death announcement and remembered the name and what was my connection to that now late man...

Chapter 1

It was in the late eighties while I was at the university when I somehow had a streak of bad luck. I just lost my part time job as a waitress in a students pub when the owner got bankrupt and wasn't even able to pay the staff last month's salary. I spent too much money on a holiday with my boyfriend in an attempt to keep our relationship, but in vain; we quarrelled most of the time and in the end we split and not wanting to drive home with him from Southern France I took a train which ate up even more of my small savings. Finally it was time to present my old BMW 60/6 motorbike to the state security inspection and I knew without a new set of tires I would never pass it, as my tires had almost no more profile and looked more like racing slicks. To make things even worse was the fact that I always fancied nice clothing and shoes and went through a kind of "shopping orgy" to overcome my grief and anger of the split up with my boyfriend. 

So at the beginning of the month I had to decide to either starve or "forget" about paying the rent for my small two rooms flat. I did that sometimes before, knowing the landlord; an elderly widowed man running a greengrocer shop did accept a later payment. But things did not turn to the better side; though I tried hard I could not get another job that allowed me to go on with my studies as well, the bike insurance was due and after a while I owed three months rent to the landlord. So I was not too astonished when he intercepted me on the staircase on late afternoon when I was coming some from university, asking me politely to have a word with him in his office. I followed him to his flat on the first floor of his house and sat down in the small room he called his office. I had been there before and somehow admired how the man was trying to keep the place tidy and in shape. His furniture was old and sure out-fashion, but I think he did not care. But this time all looked a bit deranged, papers piled up and dust covered and a saw a battery of empty bottles on the floor. He himself looked a bit worn out, he had not shaved, the collar of his shirt was a bit dirty and I knew that from time to time he was drinking a lot. 

He lowered hi overweight body on a chair behind his desk, sighed and told me his sad story of times being hard and so on and on. Eventually he grabbed at a bottle of Jaegermeister, a strong alcohol made from herbs, took two glasses of a shelf behind him, poured an ample shot into them, put one in front of me and said that my rent was more than overdue and we have to discuss matters. He then lifted his glass, toasted to me and swallowed the alcohol down. I personally hate that special drink, but trying to be polite, I nibbled at it. Then I explained my situation, ensuring that I will pay as soon as possible. He sighed, granted himself another glass, refilled mine without asking me and went on talking. Yes, he can understand me and he always has a heart for students; he himself wanted to study when he was young, but never had the money and then married too young. He said he would like to give me a job in his shop but he can only afford two part time helpers, students like me and he cannot fire them just to help me to get that job. 

I then offered to help him in the house, cleaning up the place and taking care of it or do other work. He was at his third glass by that time, looking a little gloomily at me. 

"Well," he said, "that an be a start, but you know how much you owe me and even if I pay you a bit more than the usual money for a cleaning woman, it is not going to pay it up. And you know, I like you, but times are hard and I really don´t want to kick you out of the flat" 

A bit shocked by this immanent threat I stammered that I have no idea what else to do, but would hate to lose the room. He stared at me, swallowed another drink, opened the file on his desk and looking through it stated that by now I owe him about 1200 D-mark. Then in a low sad voice he told me that he is a widower now since 3 years and that he sometimes long for company and maybe, if I am nice, we can find a solution to the problem.

My back stiffened at these words and I hoped I misunderstood. But he repeated it, adding again that he would hate to expel me from my flat. He stood up; refilling the glasses again and taking it in his hand he came round the desk. 

"What do you think, do we have a deal?" he asked, "if yes, let's drink on it!" 

My mind was racing, pondering on the consequences; the flat was ok and close to the university. I was at the moment unable to find a new decent paid job and I hated the idea to sell my motorbike, which anyway would not help me that much, as it was old and as it was autumn, selling it now would not bring me much more then the money for my debts plus the rent for next month and a bit for living. I knew about some other girls at the university in a similar situation who were working in an escort service, but always denied that way for myself. I never was prude or shy, but thought that would really turn me into becoming a whore. And now this...!!!

But on the other side it would solve my imminent financial problems and I told myself it will only be for a while till I find another job and earn money again. And besides, what could this old man at about his sixties do? I had some experience with elder men who sometimes late at night came to the pub, looking for a student girl to pick up and knowing the psychology of tip and looking quite good I sometimes played the game when serving them drinks, flirting and allowing them little freedoms like eventually touching me when I passed by; though I never went much farther than that. With these thoughts I tried to sooth myself, telling me it will not going to be too bad. So I took the glass raised it up in a toast, looked him into his eyes and nodded. 

"Very good," 

the expression of his face changed to a big smile as the swallowed his drink and put his plump hand on my shoulder. 

"I knew that you will be sensible and we will find an arrangement. And, please, I know that you have some nice clothing, I sometimes saw and admired your look when I saw you going out, so please wear some like that in future when you come here. I love to see a woman dressed up like a woman and not like this." 

His fingers gripped at the cloth of my thick sweater I wore together with jeans that day. His hand travelled deeper down my shoulder and along my side, feeling up the sides of my breast. 

"Ok, I will," I said, rising up, "but right now I have to leave, I have some urgent work to do for my lecture tomorrow." 

"Oh, yes, it´s important that you do not miss your studies," he answered," you know I always wanted to become a lawyer or a doctor, but - alas - fate had else in store for me." 

He was drunk by now and swayed a bit, as I stepped aside and thus got rid of his hand on my body. 

"I see you off." In an almost funny looking gesture he showed me the way out of his office and to his front door. He opened it and let me pass onto the staircase, but as I stepped past him, he pinched my ass and said 

"I see you tomorrow evening then." 

I suppressed a sigh, just nodded and went up to my room. I closed my door behind me, poured down a big glass of mineral water to get over the bad taste of that alcohol and though not really in a hurry to do it, I started to read, trying to distract my mind from what happened a moment ago.

The next day went by quite eventless and I came home by five o'clock in the afternoon. When I opened my mailbox I found a piece of paper which in a bit clumsy handwriting said >Meet me for a dinner at 8 in my flat. -G. - 

He opened immediately, as if he had already been waiting behind the door and was a bit astonished by the way he looked. He had shaved and put on an a bit old fashioned, but nice suit and even slung a tie around his big neck. He bade me to come in and lead me to his living room. There the next surprise was waiting for me, as I saw plates with Chinese food on the table. He played the perfect gentleman, adjusting the chair for me to sit down. 

"I hope you like the food; I know that you sometimes eat at the Chinese restaurant close to my shop. As I am not really much of a cook I ordered a dinner from them." 

It was true, I love Chinese food and besides, the lunch time specials at that restaurant are not only good, but as well quite cheap. 

"Yes, thank you," I answered. Then he produced a bottle of white wine and filled the glasses on the table. "On a nice evening!" he toasted me and we drank. The wine was a bit too sweet for my taste, but I did not complain, as anything was better then Jaegermeister again. 

During the dinner the conversation was mainly executed by him, asking me a lot of questions of my studies and personal things, which I answered friendly and polite, but not giving away too much on myself. Inevitable he then started again to talk of his past, the hard times with his small shop fighting against the supermarkets and his lonely life. His only joy is the card game evenings with his friends. Again he was drinking too much and soon opened another bottle. I just nibbled at my glass and drank sparingly, mostly only when he asked me to and reached out to refill my glass. Seeing my chance to distract him from the idea of getting "romantic" I told him that I too like card games and maybe we can play a bit after dinner.

He stared at me and somehow almost absent minded he said that this is a nice idea. 

We finished the excellent food and I rose to clear the table and bring the dishes out to the kitchen. I was about to put water in the sink to do the washing up as he stepped in, went up close behind me and putting his hands on my hips told me that I should leave that alone. He said that the cleaning woman he hired anew to help him once a week will do it. >Aha, I thought, he saw the need that his place needs cleaning. If that's a side effect of him wanting me to accompany and see him, I did a good thing. What I was not so keen on was his wandering hands that went down from my hips to pat and rub my ass cheeks, but I soothed myself, that I could stand that. But anyway I sidestepped to avoid his hands and went back to the living room. 

He followed a bit later and to my dismay he carried that bottle of Jaegermeister and two glasses again. Pouring in a quite liberal dose he said that he likes the way I am dresses up tonight and he asked me my size. 

"It´s 38," I answered, a bit puzzled why he asked me that and I went on joking, "you don´t plan to buy me a dress, do you?" 

"Maybe," he said with a bit enigmatic smile on his face, "what you wear right now is nice, but I really admired some of the clothing you wore in summer, especially those short wide swinging skirts and your bareback tops." 

>I am sure those made your eyes pop out

"You go to the beach in the night?" he replied with a wicked smile,

"Don´t tell me that!" "Well, I meant beach parties," I hastened to answer 

>seemed that man was watching my steps, have to be careful what I say

"Remember we have a deal," he said in a voice suddenly cold, "and you better don´t tell me stupid stories or lies! And now you go up to your room and change exactly to that outfit!" 

I was a bit shocked by the sudden change, but fearing the consequences I stood up, saying "as you wish" and left to do as ordered. In my room I thought for a moment to trick him a bit and keep my bra on, but it would show under the backless top, so I decided against it. But nevertheless I did not remove my pantyhose or changed to the g-strings I usually wore under that short skirt. I felt a bit uneasy when I walked down to my landlords place again. He opened the door and eyed at me, obviously we had had some more drinks while I was away. His face was red and he had removed his jacket and loosened his tie. "Yes, much better this way," he said in a bit blurry voice as he led me to the room again. Beer and the usual bottle of Jaegermeister were standing on the table in front of a couch and his TV - set was on, showing some western movie. 

With a grunt he sat down onto the couch, took from his drink and repeated: "Yes, very much better. Stay there and turn around and let me have a good look at you!" I did as ordered, slowly spinning around. 

"Come closer!" 

I stepped forward and stopped in front of him.

"Closer. And then turn your back to me!"

Again I obeyed standing as close as possible to the edge of the couch, but some inches away from his leg. I noticed him straightening up and reach out, his hands at my calves. They slowly moved up to my knees and up my thighs. His left rested there just at the hem of my skirt while he took away his right just to land on the small of my bare back. Wearing pantyhose I had not felt it before, but I shuddered a bit as his plump somehow cold hand travelled up my back. It stopped at my shoulder blade, then veered sideward and his fingers tried to get under the material of the top at the side of my breast, but it clang tight and he did not manage to get his thick fingers under it. He snorted somehow frustrated but then was content to feel up the side of my ample breasts through the thin cloth... His left hand disappeared, but only to grab at his glass and empty it, before it returns to my sigh, this time reaching under my skirt.

Suddenly I felt a sudden pain, as his hand slapped my ass and he said: 

"Didn't I tell you to dress up like in summer? I don't think you wore those pantyhose then. Remove them... now!"

I felt embarrassed knowing that I had to lift up my skirt up to my hips to pull off the pantyhose, but another slap made me to do it. Even though I turned my back to him I almost physically felt his eyes on me as I reached down to get hold of the waistband of my pantyhose. I pulled them down as fast as I could, but had to bend forward to get off of my shoes and remove the clothing. I knew that in this position that short skirt was barely covering my ass and I did not want him to get that view longer than necessary and rose up again as soon as I had stepped out of the pantyhose.

"Very good," I heard him say, "now sit down and have a drink with me... 

No, not there" he added, as I was about to walk round the table to sit on the far end of the couch, "stay close and sit down on daddy's knee!" 

Oh, my god, this started to become unpleasant, but I had no choice but to do as ordered, at least it was not painful to sit on his plump fat thigh. His belly was pressed against my back as he clang his one arm around my waist, the other reaching out for his glass again. Given a small chance to evade that strong liquor I grabbed at a bottle of beer and took a sip. Putting his glass back onto the table he again tried to get his thick fingers into the sides of my top, but failed again. After some futile attempts he stopped it but reached further round to cup my breasts. Feeling them up and weighing them like he would weigh melons in his shop he breathed deep in pleasure. 

"Yes, I always knew that you have fine tits, "he murmured while his hands were groping them, "loved the way they dance and move when you passed by in summer wearing nothing under your top or blouse." His fingers circled and tried to get to my nipples. Unfortunately I am very sensible there, even some cold breeze makes my nipples to react and get hard. So, even as the whole situation was in no way a turn-on for me, I felt my nipples raise and press against the thin material of my tight top. 

"Seems you like it," he says, thinking that I got aroused by the play of his fingers, 

"want to see them now!" Again he tried to reach under my top. Fearing that he might tore it I raised my arms, pushed aside my hair and opened the neckholder clip. Now the top got lose and he was able to lay his hand on my bare flesh. His fingers started to twist and twirl my nipples, making me moan, a sound that he misjudged again as being one of pleasure. He roughly grabbed at my breasts, pushing down the top totally and forced me to turn around. His eyes went big as he now had a full view at my bare breasts. He lifted them up and let them fall again and then with some effort, as his fat belly was in the way, he leant forward and his wet fleshy lips started to suck at my tits. 

I let him have his way for a while. Then withdrew and stood up, stating that I had to see the toilet. Reluctantly he let me go. Reaching for his bottle again. He was heavily drunk now and I slipped out of the room, went to the toilet, put on my top again and stayed there for quite a while. As I hoped he was fallen asleep when I returned, his oversized body lying in a strange position on the couch. I grabbed at my pantyhose on the ground and left his flat, wishing him silently to have a real bad headache and backache, when he wakes up.

That evening was in no way nice, I admitted to myself, after I had showered and were in my bed, but it could have been worse.

Stupid me, I had no idea what ordeal was still awaiting me. 

Chapter 2

Somehow I managed the next couple of days to avoid running into the landlord by chance and to my relief I did not find a new message in my mailbox. I was even thinking that he may forget about everything being satisfied with what he had. So I was not really thinking about that deal when I came home late, having been at the universities film club to watch a crazy Japanese movie. I entered the house and rushed up the stairs and was to pass by the landlord's door when it suddenly swung open. There he stood, grabbing at my arm and saying: 

"Come in, I have a present for you!" 

With a sigh I followed him into his living room. It looked like at my last visit, a bottle of booze, half emptied, and some beer on the table and the TV was showing an old movie. He sat down and pointed to a black plastic bag on the shelf; 

"that's for you. Open it and put it on!" 

I turned round and found some red thin cloth. Wondering what it was I unfolded it and was a bit shocked, as it turned out to be a kind of fishnet dress. It looked cheap and was definitely not from a clothing shop, but looked more like those one can buy at porn toy shops. The material felt like pure synthetics and I was sure, it would in no way fit me. 

"You like it?" the landlord asked, staring at me. 

"Well," I answered, "it looks very ... hmm ... special." 

"So put it on now!" he commanded. I hesitated and then took the dress in my hand and turned to leave. 

"Where are you going?" he asked.

"Upstairs to change," I replied.

"No, you put it on right here and now," was his answer,"I want to watch you!" 

I did not like the idea, but shrugged my shoulders and took off my jacket and blouse, then slipped out of my jeans. standing there in my bra and panties. I reached for the dress to pull it over when his voice stopped me.




The Landlord Pt. 01



I knock on the door twice. Wearing my lucky brown leather jacket, white t shirt, jeans and boots.

I light up a cigarette while I wait. I hear some movement on the other side of the door. Two more knocks. 

The sounds of keys jangling before the door is unlocked revealing, Gillian, early forties, pink pyjama trousers and a matching bathrobe. She looks down with guilty eyes, "Sorry Mr Cole I don't have anything for this month." 

"What about last month's?" I ask exhaling a stream of smoke into her face. "I promise I'll have something next month." She says meekly.

"Do you want me to knock off a hundred and fifty?" I ask admiring the shape of her C-cup tits through the fluffy fabric.

"That would be a big help." Her eyes meet mine eventually.

"Well go run yourself a bath." I say with a smile.

"Just now?" She asks with hesitance.

"Yea just now." I push on the front door and let myself in.

She takes a step back and I close the door behind me.

"Ashleigh's home." She whispers.

"That's good." I tell her as I flick ash onto her carpet. "Go run yourself that bath."

I follow her down her hallway, she goes into her bathroom, I go into her bedroom. Messy sheets, dirty clothes lay in piles across the floor. I put my cigarette out on her ashtray.

I hear the water running. I step out into the hallway, Gillian's eighteen year old daughter Ashleigh lays on her bed watching television. Long red hair, nice b-cup tits, some puppy fat on her hips. I stare at her for a moment through the gap on her ajar door. Tight black leggings, vest top, bare feet. She sees me looking at her, I give her a playful wink before opening up the bathroom door and stepping inside. 

Gillian is taking off her bathrobe, standing there in her pink pyjama bottoms and white t shirt.

I grab the waistline of her bottoms and pull them down to her ankles in one hard tug. She closes her eyes nervously. Her unshaven, unused cunt revealed.

I reach over and turn off the bath water before it overflows. I stand up beside her, "Clean that cunt good for me." I hiss into her ear, feeling my dick grow against my jeans as she takes off her t shirt and steps into her bath. "Please be quiet don't let Ashleigh hear." She pleads.

"I think Ashleigh's old enough to know her Mom still gets fucked." I snigger as I unzip and pull out my thick long semi erect cock. Letting it hang in front of her. 

"Start cleaning your cunt."

Gillian picks up her sponge and begins rubbings herself down. Her thick juicy tits sagging. I pick up one of Ashleigh's dirty thongs off of the bathroom floor and inhale the scent in front of Gillian. "Does she have a boyfriend yet?"

"No- I don't know." Gillian stutters as she rubs her body down with soap.

I wrap the thong around my hardening cock as I masturbate in front of this Milf. "Clean your asshole as well" I instruct as my dick throbs and pulsates. She does what she's told and rubs her asshole clean using a sponge.

I toss Ashleigh's thong onto her wet face. "Lick it for me." She pulls it off of her face and throws it back at me. "No." She says. 

I grab her by her hair and pull her face towards my hard cock. "Do as your fucking told." I hold the thong in front of her mouth as I wrap her hair around my hand tight. She closes her eyes as she sticks out her tongue and licks her daughter's thong. "That's it Mommy do as your fucking told." 

I smear my prick on her wet cheek as she continues to lick her daughter's thong. "Get out of the bath." 

She steps out of the bath and picks up her robe putting it on. I tuck my hard erect prick back into my jeans as I take her by her hand and lead her out of the bathroom into the hallway.

Ashleigh shakes her head at me and Gillian, I flick my tongue at her with a mischievous smile as we both enter her Mom's bedroom. 

Gillian hangs her head in shame. I rip the bathrobe off of her body and slap her bare wet ass. She lets out a yelp. "Not so hard." 

"Shut the fuck up." I reply as my hands grab her sagging full tits, pulling on her nipples and gripping her soft sensitive flesh. 

I let go of her left tit and take out my prick. I bend her over her bed and kick her legs apart. "Spread your cheeks for me." I instruct her. Her nervous hands reach back and pull her cheeks apart revealing her asshole and puffy cunt lips. I spit a thick glob of saliva onto her asshole. I rub my prick against her tight asshole and using spit as lubricant, I push my way in. My cock forces its way into her asshole. "No-no- use my pussy please." She yelps out. "Don't worry I will."

I force more of my prick into her asshole, she lets out a scream. "Bite your fucking quilt." I growl at her as her tight sphincter milks my prick. "Fuck- fuck- no!- Fuck!" She yelps into her quilt as I fuck her ass. "Mom are you okay?" Ashleigh asks from behind the door.

"I'm- fine- hon." She grunts inbetween the sound of my balls slapping against her cunt. "She's fine." I add watching my cock stretch open her Mother's asshole. 

I keep fucking, harder and harder, speeding up my pace, sodomizing this Mom with force so Ashleigh can hear. She gasps with each thrust. "Fucking take it!" She shoves her face back into her quilt as I begin to fuck her like a wild animal. 

I feel myself close to cumming and pull my stained slimy prick out of her ass. I stand up and grab a handful of her hair yanking her face towards my thick turgid prick. She winces before opening her mouth and accepting my dick into her mouth. 

Her tongue swirls around tasting her juices as I push the tip against the inside of her wet cheek, watching the shape of my bulbous head push out of the side of her face. "Fuck yes that's it. You taste yourself cunt?" I growl through gritted teeth lost in deviance.

I begin fucking her throat with the same ferocity that I used on her asshole. Her hands slap against my legs and body in a vain attempt to slow me down. Spit splatters all over her tits and face as she chokes and gags. 

"Kiss Ashleigh good night for me." I pull out of her mouth and aim my throbbing prick at her. Streams of thick white cum splatter her face. She closes her eyes and accepts the cum washing over her. I let out an involuntary moan as I empty my balls on this Mom's face. 

I take out my phone and snap a few pictures of her as she just sits slumped, gasping for air, covered in cum and spit. 

"I'll let myself out." I have a satisfied smile across my face as I tuck away my softening prick and zip myself up. I walk to the door and let myself out the bedroom. "I'll be back tomorrow at 3pm. Wear something red for me."

Ashleigh stands in the hallway with her mouth agape, looking pissed off. "I'll gag her next time." I give her a wink on my way to the door thinking about how tight her pussy is probably tighter than her Mom's cunt. I lick my lips at the sight of her bare eighteen year old feet. I'll find out how they taste one day I think to myself as I exit the apartment, slamming the door behind me.



The Landlord Pt. 02



I arrive at Gillian's door at 2pm, an hour earlier than what I promised, deviant excitement got the better of me. 

It's a stormy day outside, the light in the hallway flickers off and on in sync with the wind. 

I almost knock on the door before deciding to try the handle first, the door opens up. 

A half-eaten bowl of cereal sits on the coffee table. Smell of cheap perfume, shampoo and cigarettes wafts through the apartment.

"Gillian?"

No answer. I make my way up the hall, the faint sound of rap music comes out from behind Ashleigh's room door. I give the door a light push, it opens up. Ashleigh lays on her bed wearing a pair of headphones, a burned out joint sits in her ashtray.

She's wearing a bargain basement pink velour tracksuit as pyjamas for lazing around the house, top unzipped enough to see she isn't wearing a t shirt, her freckled chest skin on display. Matching pink ankle socks. 

I lean over her, taking in the scent of her coconut lotion as I pick the joint out of the ashtray. I take out my lighter and spark up the joint, loud enough to make Ashleigh stir in her nap.

I blow the smoke onto Ashleigh's peaceful sleeping face. Her full lips shiny and slick with watermelon lip gloss just begging to be sucked, licked and bitten. Thoughts of fucking her the way I fucked her mother are filling up my mind in a series of sick animalistic moving images. I take another quick draw of the joint.

I clear my throat impatiently, Ashleigh jolts awake, takes her a second to realize I'm looming over her;

"What the fuck!?"

"Your Mom invited me over."

There's a submissive worried glint in her eye that makes my cock twitch.

"Get the fuck out of my room."

I lick my lips savoring her joint. "I helped myself, I hope you don't mind?"

"Get the fuck out of my room. Please."

"Do you have a boyfriend?"

"Are you fucking kidding me!?"

"I was wondering if you were looking to make some money?"

She pauses. 

"Working where?"

"You'd be working from home."

She flinches nervously as I reach into the pocket of my lucky jacket and take out my wallet. I take out a fifty.

"What would- doing what?"

"You could start by taking off your clothes."

I drop the fifty on to her exposed chest and take out another two notes from my wallet.

"I have a boyfriend."

"He doesn't have to know."

I reach out and tug down on the zip of her top. Her purple bra, milky freckled ribs and smooth belly revealed to me.

She sits frozen, not sure of what she should do. I grab the waist line of her trousers and tug them down to her knees.

"Wait-"

"Fucking relax." I hiss, my prick is now doing the thinking for my hands as I grab and grip her purple floral print thong. My calloused right hand squeezing and applying pressure to her soft sensitive young mound of cunt.

She grabs my wrist, it's futile though, she's enjoying the combination of pleasure and pain. She gasps as I push my thumb down on her clit hard making little circles, her grip on my wrist lessens. Her breathing quickens. She's almost gasping. Her eyes clenched shut.

"How long have you been with your boyfriend?"

She lets out a light moan as I apply more pressure, squeezing and pulling on her soft sensitive skin.

"Answer me slut."

"A- a year."

The answer makes blood rush through me. I grab her hips and flip her onto her stomach. I tear her thong off of her body snapping the cheap fabric. She tries to cover her cunt with her left hand out of shyness. I pull her hand away and push my mouth against the perfect slit, my stubble jags the peach eighteen year old skin as I slither my tongue against her lips and clit with force.

She tastes sweet, her pussy is already moist for me. I suck the skin of her pussy lips hard, caressing her flesh with my teeth and stubble. I spit on it before sliding my thumb inside of her, warm, wet cunt walls contracting around and squeezing down.

"Fuck." She says between gasps.

I pull my thumb out of her and suck on it, tasting her young nubile juices.

I unbuckle and remove my belt, zip pulled down, unbuttoned, jeans are around my thighs as I rub my prick against her immaculate lips.

I stand up off of the bed and walk around to her face. I grab her long silky smooth hair and tug her head towards my hanging semi erect cock. Her eyes widen at the sight of it. I take a hold of the base and slap it against her face repeatedly.

"Suck it."

She opens her lips with nervous anticipation. I push my 52 year old dick inside her mouth. Her tongue ring moves around the thick hardening meat quick. She winces at the taste of her Mother still not washed off from yesterday.

"That's it slut." I growl as I pull out and push back in, slowly fucking her face with the length of my cock.

"That taste is your Mom."

She attempts to spit out the cock but I grab a hold of her ears and hold her head in place as she gags and salivates all over me. 

"Fucking cunt." The words spill out of me involuntarily as I get lost in the sensations of her mouth.

"Look at me."

She obliges, opening her big beautiful bright watering eyes. Tears welling up as I massage the back of her throat with the tip of my now hard cock. I release my grip on her head and let her regain her breath.

Streams of spit hang off of her chin as she snorts through her nose for dear life. I jerk off in front of her face caressing my thick turgid prick centimeters away from her spit and cum covered mouth.

I grab her head and push myself back inside, she chokes on me as I thrust my hips fucking her mouth just as hard as I fucked her Mom's asshole last night.

"Do you want fucked like your Mom?" I ask her lost in the sexual high of her tongue, cheeks and lips.

I pull out of her face so she can answer. Hyperventilating for air for a minute before she is able to answer;

"I don't know." She answers shy and nervous.

I turn her away from me and push her down onto her belly on the bed. She grips her quilt as I push my pulsing hard as stone prick against her virginal sphincter. She panics instantly, I put my hand over her mouth and drop my weight on top of her, forcing my Cialis prick into her shitpipe. She's so tight it almost hurts as my flesh scrapes around hers and her asshole milks me, tensed up. She lets out a muffled scream into my hand as I pop her cherry.

"Fuck yes. This is what your Mom likes bitch." I hiss into her ear as I pump back and forward savoring the feeling of this eighteen year old asshole jerking me off.

Her hands grip the quilt with white knuckles as my pace quickens, sliding in and out of her faster and harder. She bites my palm as she screams and cries into my hand.

I use my free hand to grab a hold of her tight wet cunt slit. 

The front door unlocks and Gillian comes home. I'm too lost in the pleasure of her daughter's asshole to care. Ashleigh begins to buck against me in a futile attempt to get me off of her instead only pushing me further inside her ass to unchartered territory.

Gillian's footsteps grow closer to the bedroom door, I aim Ashleigh's head towards the door as it opens and Gillian steps in.

Gillian stops in her tracks, wide eyed and frozen. My hand covered in snot, tears and spit covering her daughter's mouth as I sodomize her.

"She's helping you pay the rent." I snarl at Gillian between deep breaths.

Gillian steps out of the room. I quicken my pace, I can't hold it in anymore, I begin shooting streams of thick gooey warm cum inside her. I let out a euphoric moan into Ashleigh's ear and pull out of her ass. I stand up off of the bed.

Ashleigh lays there, freshly fucked, ravaged, bare ass exposed leaking with cum.

I light up her joint and take a few draws.

"Run yourself a bath, shit out all that cum, I'm going to keep your Mom company."

Ashleigh, mortified has nothing to say. She pulls up her tracksuit bottoms. 

I step out of the room, Gillian stands there with her hand over her mouth.

I reach out and grab a fistful of Gillian's hair. "Now it's your turn."



The Landlord Pt. 03



I wrap Gillian's hair around my hand and pull her into Ashleigh's bedroom. 

She grabs a hold of my forearm in a feeble protest attempt.

Ashleigh snatches up the money on the bed, uses her sleeve to wipe some spit off of her face, pulls her trousers up in a panicked rush.

Gillian looks away from Ashleigh horrified at the sight of her red wet freshly fucked face. 

"How could you!?" Gillian screams at Ashleigh.

"Can you both get out of my room?!" Ashleigh retorts.

I answer with a cold, "No."

I unbutton Gillian's jacket and pull it off of her arms.

Ashleigh hangs her head, humiliated. 

Gillian stands in front of her daughter, cream jumper and tight black jeans. I feel my sexual energy refueling at the sight of this mother and daughter, my soft prick begins to twitch awake as I reach under Gillian's jumper and grab a hold of her sagging tits. 

I lick Gillian's face hoping she'll get a little taste of Ashleigh's cunt as my tongue slides over her tightly closed lips. 

"Go run yourself a bath Ash, Mom needs to pay the rent." I spit at her mockingly as I pull on her Mom's nipples. 

Gillian knows not to argue as Ashleigh climbs off of the bed and limps her fucked ass out of the room. 

"You raised a good girl there." I whisper into Gillian's ear. 

"Fuck you!" She snaps back.

I pull her jumper off of her body and drop it on the floor. Ashleigh's bath begins to run in the background.

I tear off Gillian's bra exposing her juicy hanging tits. 

I grab Gillian by her throat. "Take off your fucking jeans."

She kicks off her little shoes then uses shaky hands to unbutton and unzip her jeans, sliding them off of her long womanly legs.

My right hand grips her tit and left hand grabs her thick juicy cunt lips through the fabric of her panties. 

She closes her eyes, wincing in pain at my rough manhandling of her sensitive areas. 

"Please leave Ashleigh alone."

"She's a big girl she can make up her own mind." I whisper to her face as I forcefully slide four fingers into her cunt, stretching the hole open. 

She screams into my shoulder. I push her backwards onto Ashleigh's bed. I pull my hand out of her cunt and slap her ass hard, loud enough so Ashleigh can hear. 

Gillian lays on her back, she looks at me with worried eyes as I climb on top of her. I crawl over her body and sit on her chest, my crotch directly in front of her face. 

"Clean your girl's asshole off of my prick."

Gillian spits at me but misses. I give her a big smile and unzip, pulling my dick out of my jeans. Smeared with her daughter's juices I rub the tip against Gillian's lips. 

I grab a handful of her hair. Gillian opens her mouth and my dick slides inside. She immediately gags on me hard as she taste's Ashleigh's shit tunnel. 

"Fucking clean it. Taste your little fucking whore." I snarl as my sexual energy bubbles up taking over. 

I fuck Gillian's mouth with the length of my now semi erect twitching prick. 

"Do you like the taste of your daughter's asshole?" I snarl at Gillian viciously. 

She can't answer as I fuck her face at a quickening pace, holding her head in place with both hands as I slam into the back of her throat. Her tongue forced to clean Ashleigh's streaks of grease off of the now throbbing rock hard Cialis fueled cock.

"Fucking whore." I hiss under my breath sliding my cock against the inside of her cheek.

I pull out of her mouth and get myself between her legs while she's choking and spluttering for air. Before she can even regain a breath I ram my prick inside her with ease, fucking her against her daughter's squeaking single bed.

She looks away disgusted at herself, her cunt gushing with juices around my pulsating prick. I wrap both of my hands around her throat and fuck with more ferocity. Her legs flail around me with each rougher harder thrust.

"Fucking cunt." I lick her pained expression with glee as she looks off to a photo of her and a young Ashleigh nailed to the wall in a cheap pink frame.

Too close to cumming, don't want this to end. I pull my wet slimy stiff dick out of her milf cunt.

"Wait here." I order with some bass in my voice.

"Where- where are you going?"

"Shut the fuck up." My growled answer lets her know exactly where I'm going.

I walk out of the bedroom into the hallway. I pull the handle on the bathroom door and enter.

Ashleigh sitting upright almost in the fetal position, holding her knees in a half filled bath.

She looks up at my prick then at me. I grab her by her luscious red hair and pull the top half of her body out of the bath, I rub the tip of my prick on her lips, she refuses to open up at first but I keep pushing until she submits and her big lips part allowing my cock, stained with her mother's cunt juice to slide straight to the back of her throat.

"Taste your fucking Mom again slut." 

She slaps at my knees and belly as I use her head as my own personal sex toy, fucking her mouth ruthlessly. Precum dripping down the back of her throat. 

I spit a thick glob of phlegm onto her forehead, it drips down into her eyes in thick streams as she gags and chokes on my cock.

Getting to close to cumming again. I reach down and pull on her young wet nipples hard twisting them roughly, she screams a muffled scream on my prick. 

"Make Mommy proud you little fuckdoll." My cock is speaking for me now as I'm lost in the euphoria of this eighteen year old redhead's throat.

I pull out before I ejaculate, pleasure pulsing through me. 

"Thanks for that."

I leave her gasping for air hanging out the side of the bath. I walk across the hallway to her bedroom.

I step inside, Gillian is sitting on the edge of her bed with her face in her hands, ashamed.

I pick up her daughter's torn purple thong and push it into her mouth. She falls back onto the bed, I climb up ontop of her lifting her legs back until her knees are close to tapping against her shoulders. I push the tip of my prick against her tight sphincter and enter with force. Not as tight as Ashleigh but she'll do for now. 

I begin fucking her ass harder than the day before, looking her in her eyes as I fuck her asshole with unbridled fury. She lets out light screams around her daughter's thong as I fuck harder and harder. 

I put my hand over her mouth as I begin to fuck her rougher and rougher, faster and faster, her juices splattering her daughter's pink quilt.

I can't hold anymore I begin unloading a wet load deep inside her.

I pull out and stand up, sweating and out of breath. Her legs flop down and hang off the bed, cum leaking out of her freshly used asshole.

I let out a laugh proud of myself, drunk on sexual pleasure.

I step back into the hallway and push open the bathroom door.

Ashleigh looks worriedly at my hanging prick as it softens. 

"What do you want no-?"

Before she can finish her sentence I begin urinating, a thick hard stream of yellow cummy piss. It splashes on her mouth and face hard making her recoil in horror.

I aim it all over her hair and shoulders as she shields her face from me.

Once I'm finished pissing I tuck myself away and zip up.

I step out into the hallway. I poke my head through the bedroom door, Gillian lays in the same defeated position, cum pouring out of her sore asshole. 

"Thanks for that, I'll see you next week. Tell Ashleigh I'll bring her some better smoke too."

"Get the fuck out." She says humiliated at the state I've left her in. 

"Bye girls." 

I make sure I haven't left anything behind before leaving the mother daughter duo alone in the awkwardness. My bruised prick throbbing from the joys.