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Rent

By: Parris



Originally written for Marlon

With special thanks to David for his loving support

© 2001 by Parris

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Bastard. 

Kate Brockton slouched in an overstuffed armchair and squinted at the pendulum clock on the wall of her den. Eddie, her good-for-nothing husband –– no –– her good-for-nothing ex-husband was suppose to drop off a pile of legal papers for her to review before going to the lawyer's in the morning. The appointed hour was seven o'clock and it was now eight-thirty.

Fucking bastard.

Worse than that, she felt stupid sitting in the dark, wearing a tight, black cocktail dress and full makeup, six-inch stilettos pinching her toes and long, red ringlets drooping into her eyes. She puffed out an exasperated breath, blowing her hair aside as she shook the curls out of her face. The plan had been to meet Eddie at the door in a flurry of hairpins. She was just about to go out. Good thing he got here in time to catch her. Thanks for the papers. She'd try to look at them in the morning. Bye, and slam the door in his face.

Asshole.

It was so unfair. Just three years ago, Kate discovered the truth behind the veiled saying that women hit their sexual prime as they near middle age. Television and print ads discretely referred to it as being "pre-menopausal" but the fact was, as her hormones began to shift, Kate developed the sex drive of a teenage boy. Twelve years her senior, Eddie couldn't keep up with her aggressive desires and in the ultimate irony, left her for a twenty-year-old piece of muff who was more into money than sex.

Perfect. Just fucking perfect.

Picking up the television remote, Kate stabbed it toward the set, pressing the channel changer until the images blurred together, nothing more than flashes of bright red, blue and white light interrupted by fractional moments of darkness. Hiking up the short dress, she draped one knee over the arm of the chair and watched the hypnotic strobe of the television, chewing on the inside of her lower lip; planning the demise of Eddie and all men like him. She didn't stir when she heard the front door open and close. It had to be Marlon, the university student boarding with her this semester. Eddie didn't have a key since she had the locks changed.

Dropping his backpack and dirty cleats next to the front door, Marlon pocketed his door key as he flipped off the switch for the porch light. By the dim light of a tiny brass Tiffany lamp, he sifted through the mail Ms. Brockton left sitting for him on the entry way table. Flashes of light from the darkened den caught his eye and he glanced down the hall with a slightly puzzled look. Suddenly, he realized the house was unusually dark and quiet tonight. Why would Ms. Brockton be sitting in the dark, watching television with the sound off?

Slipping out of his trainers to keep from tracking soil over the carpet runner, Marlon walked barefoot toward the den but stopped deep in the shadows outside the door as he saw Ms. Brockton sprawled in the armchair, staring blankly at the television screen while she clicked past channels. At nineteen, Ms. Brockton's 38 years made her an older woman to Marlon. She was tall for a woman and had lots of warm, round curves that Marlon never tired of watching as she worked in the yard or around the kitchen. Tonight, her deep mahogany hair was piled in frothy ringlets on top of her head. Her skin was clear and pale, like fine porcelain with just a smattering of freckles across the bridge of her nose and along her cheek bones. Though she rarely wore makeup, Marlon could see by the pulsing light of the television screen she looked almost glamourous tonight. Dark eye shadow and mascara deepened and widened her green eyes, her cheek bones were accentuated, and dark, coppery lipstick drew attention to her full lips.


Scanning down her body, Marlon could see she was sheathed in a tight, short, black cocktail dress. Sheathed was the only word he could think of to describe how the dress hugged her full breasts, slim waist and round hips. Shiny beads around the plunging neckline and high hem reflected the light and caught the eye. Then there were her legs. Long and shapely, Ms. Brockton's legs where spread open. One foot resting on the floor while the other was hooked over the arm of the chair bouncing in time to some inner rhythm. Dangling from her swaying toe was one of a pair of patent leather mankillers.

Suddenly the throbbing light of switching channels stopped and the room filled with a pale, blue-white light. A look of mild interest crossed Ms. Brockton's face and she shifted in the chair spreading her legs a bit wider, affording Marlon an uninterrupted view up her skirt. His breath caught and his heart beat a little harder in his chest as his cock began to stir in his shorts. He knew he shouldn't be looking but couldn't help himself. Between her thighs, he could see Ms. Brockton's bare pussy. Taking a step backward, he bumped into a hall table and cringed as a book end slid along the polished surface and a collection of leather-bound volumes tumbled like dominoes.

Kate heard Marlon come in. He was a sweet, good-natured young man with an infectious laugh and ready smile. She never had to remind him to remove his shoes or pick up after himself. She liked that. She also liked the way his tight t-shirts stretched across his broad shoulders as he helped her weed her flower gardens in preparation for winter or mow the lawn one final time before the fall frost hit. She couldn't help but feel old every time she lamented the current fashion for baggy pants, remembering how hot young studs use to look in well-fit button fly jeans. She often wondered if Marlon's ass was as firm and tight as she thought it had to be. There were mornings her fingers ached to cup his ass through his baggy shorts as he scuffed into the kitchen to pour himself a cup of coffee before flashing her a lop-sided grin. Those were the mornings she felt like pinning him to the refrigerator and shoving her tongue down his throat.

Kate continued scanning channels as Marlon walked down the hall. She knew she should drop her leg and close her knees but Marlon didn't come in to the den. He stopped just outside the door. She could feel him staring at her. Kate continued swinging her foot over the arm of the chair. She thought about his eyes roaming her body and could feel her pussy start to get damp. She spread her legs a little further apart so Marlon would be sure to see her naked puss. Hearing a stumble and the collapse of books on the hall table, Kate knew she'd struck a cord.

"Hi, Marlon. You okay?"

"Umm – yeah. I just sort of banged the table"

'Right,' Kate thought. 'Now if you'll just sort of bang me.' Out loud she asked, "No computer tonight?"

Though his reflexes were fast enough to keep brass book ends and crystal knickknacks from crashing to the floor, Marlon's hands suddenly seemed two times bigger and clumsier than ever before as he juggled book bindings and gee-gaws. "Ummm – no – not tonight. The hard drive is down again."

"Gee, that's too bad. I hope it won't be too expensive to fix."

Patting things into place, to make them stay on the slippery surface of the Chippendale table, Marlon stepped away slowly, backing into the den. "Nah, it shouldn't be. I had it replaced this summer and it's still under warranty. It's just going to take a week or so for them to get to it because of the back log." 

He turned to see Ms. Brockton standing beside the arm chair and went slack-jawed. A naturally tall woman, in her heels and with her hair up, Ms. Brockton seemed to tower like an Amazon goddess. His cock, already a little stiff from his up-skirt peek, took an untimely jump. Marlon hated that he could feel a warm blush creep along his cheek bones as he tried to find some way to shift his baggy pants and disguise his growing erection.

"Wow, Ms. Brockton, you look really – really great tonight. Are you going out?" Marlon asked, immediately rolling his eyes at his own stupidity. As if she'd be dressed like sex on stilts for him. Still, he wasn't sure what to make of the look in her eye or the slow, calculating smile that eased across her lips. His cock jumped again and he could feel his heart start to beat a little harder; a little hopeful.

Kate watched Marlon shift his hips uncomfortably and noted the interesting bulge he was attempting to conceal in the front of his pants. She felt her nipples bud under the beaded fabric of the cocktail dress.

"Thanks, Marlon. I had a change of plans. You're looking delicious yourself," she said in a low voice, smiling as she advanced a step. She watched his Adams apple bob as his eyes widened slightly. He flashed a smile.

"Oh. Uh. Well, I got out of soccer practice a while ago."

At nineteen, her college boarder was half her age, Kate thought. It would be so wrong. But at nineteen, Marlon would be able to do what Eddie couldn't do in the last three years of their marriage – get it up more than once a night. At a healthy nineteen years old, her boarder should be horny twenty-four/seven and able to fuck like a bunny – on and on and on.

"Marlon?" She asked, backing him toward the sofa.

"Yes?" He stumbled a bit then righted himself.

"Were you standing in the hallway, looking up my skirt?"

"Ummm . . ."

"Tell me, Marlon," Kate advanced another step. "Were you just standing in the hall, looking up my skirt?"

Shit. 

This was a great house, Marlon thought. He found it by accident when looking for an apartment and noticed the small cardboard sign Ms. Brockton put her front window advertising a room for rent. He had a large room on the second floor and a private bath. Instead of just being a boarder, it felt like he and Ms. Brockton were housemates, sharing a bright, airy home furnished with antiques and soft rugs and overrun with green, blooming house plants. Ms. Brockton was really cool but Marlon didn't know how she was going to feel about him scoping out her pussy. He didn't want to get thrown out but he had to be honest. Smiling apologetically, he took another step back and said, "Yeah. I'm sorry, Ms. Brockton. I didn't really mean to but . . ."

"But what?" Kate asked, arching a predatory eye brow.

"It was there?" Marlon gulped. The look Kate gave him chilled his blood. "No, I mean, it was beautiful!"

Kate smiled at Marlon's nervousness. She couldn't help it. He was adorable; nearly six-feet tall, built like a brick wall and nervous as a little boy caught with his hand in the cookie jar. She felt an incredible surge of feminine power and made her decision. Marlon was a young man who purely deserved to be fucked until his brains ran out his ears.

"You liked what you saw, Marlon?"

He blinked, not knowing quite what to say. He took another step in retreat and felt the backs of his legs come up against the sofa, temporarily losing his balance again.

"Did you like what you saw when you looked up my skirt?"

"You're a beautiful woman, Ms. Brockton. I can't help but like what I see," Marlon weaved slightly before gaining steady ground.

"Call me Kate," Kate said as she trailed freshly manicured nails up and down the length of Marlon's breast bone, making him shudder slightly. She wished she could eat him in one bite. In her heels, she was slightly taller than he, so it was easy to reach out with her tongue and lick the breadth of his lips, "Do you like living here, Marlon?"

Marlon's groin tightened as Kate drew her soft tongue over his mouth. He inhaled the vapor of her breath, tasting its faint sweetness as he opened his lips, waiting for her to dip her tongue into his mouth. "I like it a whole lot," he breathed.

"How would you like to save money on your rent?"

"Sure," Marlon breathed his response.

Kate sharply nipped Marlon's chin and along the line of his jaw before sinking her teeth into the soft skin just below his ear. He shivered in response. She pressed her breasts against his chest and caressed the soft, warm cotton of the worn t-shirt that clung to his body. "Take off your shirt." 

She gasped slightly as he shucked out of his shirt and she saw the solid expanse of his bare chest for the first time. His skin was nicely tanned, smooth and finely textured with a trace of hair trailing from between his pecs down the line of his abs. Juices pooled in her womb as she thought about the hours she was going to spend smoothing her tongue over the defined muscles, tasting this firm, warm, delicious flesh.

Marlon trembled slightly as Kate scraped her long nails over and around his solid pecs. He never thought much about having a woman play with his nipples but couldn't suppress a slight moan as he felt Kate trace her nail around the hard, sensitive buds, rolling and pulling them between her fingers. Reaching out with her tongue, she licked a flat nipple. He could feel the muscles in his stomach tighten in response as she began to suckle, her dark lipstick smearing over his skin. Reflexively, Marlon's hand reached toward Kate's head as he longed to bury his fingers deep in the soft tresses and hold her mouth to his chest. As his hand gently cupped her skull, he felt sharp teeth sink into his flesh, biting his nipple and pulling, sending unexpected shocks of pain and pleasure searing toward his groin, capping off his erection.

Kate pulled out of his arms, stepping back to strike a fearsome pose of feminine power. "Take off your pants. I want to see your cock." She watched as the hated baggy pants and undershorts skimmed down over Marlon's hips. He kicked them off to one side and stood before her, slightly self-conscious but unashamed as his erection jutted out between them. 

"Turn around so I can see your ass." 

Kate nearly orgasmed just looking at the chiseled muscles of Marlon's back and ass. It had been years since she was this close to a young, hard body. Her cool fingers gently caressed the muscular globes of his ass then moved on to lightly trace a scar on his right side. She could hear Marlon's breath become deeper as she explored the planes of his body. "Stroke your cock while I touch you," she said, kissing him between the shoulder blades as she skimmed her palms over him. She could feel his muscles and bones moving under his skin as he began to masturbate.

Her eyes lingered along the path of a scar down the center of Marlon's spine as her fingers caressed the back and sides of his neck, combing lightly through his hair. Leaning down, she nuzzled the scar with her lips and licked it gently as if to assuage the hurts of past injuries, thankful they had not robbed her of this moment. She watched his shoulders flex slightly as his hand worked up and down his cock. Running her hands over the solid muscles of his waist, Kate reached around Marlon's body and laid her hands over his as he masturbated, lingering to tease the head of his cock on his down stroke.

"I'm going to use you, Marlon. Morning, noon, night, whenever I'm in the mood I'm going to fuck you and suck you and make you fuck and suck me," Kate said, twisting her fingers back and forth over the head of his cock, feeling pre-cum oozing under her touch. "Whenever I tell you to drop to your knees, Marlon, you will drop to your knees and bury your tongue in my pussy until you make me cum. Do you understand?"

"Oh, God, yes," Marlon groaned.

Pressing against his shoulders, Kate turned Marlon, looking up into blue eyes that glimmered with lust. Kate caressed the breadth of his pecs with her fingertips, licking nipping along his rigid collar bone. He was a solid and warm as a rock in the mid-day sun. His breath was deep and regular as his arousal steadily increased with her touch. Sliding her cool fingers up the thick column of his neck, she twined his thick black hair in her grip and roughly pulled his head toward her until she captured his lips between hers.

Marlon groaned as he felt Kate's sharp teeth sink into his lower lip. She forced his mouth open, thrusting her tongue inside. His tongue met hers and for the first time, tasted the soft, moist sweetness of her mouth. He reached up to cup the side of her face and draw her closer to him so he could savor her taste but was surprised when she suddenly pushed him away and ordered him to lay on his back in the middle of the den floor with his arms out to his sides. He readily complied, looking up at Kate as she stepped over his body and towered above him in her spike heels. His breath caught as he watched her lift the skirt of her dress and show him her pussy. In the flickering light from the silent television, he could see wetness shining along the fringes of her cunt. Delicious, uncontrollable tremors passed through Marlon's muscles as he waited for what would come next. 

With a suddenness that startled him, Kate dropped to her knees, landing on his biceps pinning his arms to either side of his body, elbows bent. He winced and grunted at the abrupt pain but Kate only smiled as she reached behind her back and worked her zipper open. Shrugging her shoulders, the cocktail dress sagged forward and with one quick movement she lifted it over her head. Instinctively, Marlon knew what would come next as he started to feel her weight begin to shift toward the couch. He flexed his right bicep giving her a solid platform to lean on as she carefully laid the dress on the sofa cushions then settled back to straddle his body.

Kate smiled provocatively as she looked down into Marlon's eyes. He was off balance wanting what she wanted but uncertain what she would do next. She skimmed her hands over the length of her torso. Marlon watched as she cupped her generous breasts and ran her thumbs over her erect nipples, pinching them lightly against the sides of her hands. "Stick out your tongue, Marlon. Don't do anything else. Just stick out your tongue," she ordered him.

Feeling a little foolish, he did as she asked, sticking his tongue out as far as it would go. Marlon felt Kate's weight shift on his biceps again as she spread her knees apart and lowered her groin. He watched as her fingers spread the lips of her wet pussy before she stroked her clit over his extended tongue. Instinctively, he licked her, wanting to suck the distended nub but was brought up short as she grabbed his hair close to the roots and tugged.

"I told you not to do anything. Just stick your tongue out. I'll do the rest," Kate ordered. Now he understood, she felt Marlon stick his tongue out to a firm point that she could rub her clit against. Slowly, torturously, she used his tongue to masturbate, occasionally dipping forward so he would pick up the juiced flowing from her slit but not allowing his tongue to penetrate her. As she thought about how she was using Marlon's mouth, she felt the sharp tremors of orgasm pass through her body.

Sitting back on her heels, Kate lifted her weight from Marlon's arms and looked at the twin red spots her knees left behind. Smiling, she stood and walked around his body, before kneeling down again over his bare left foot. Lowering her pussy, she rubbed her wet slash and clit over his big toe before dragging her cunt along the top of his foot. She humped against his bony ankle and slowly moved up the length of his leg, leaving a trail of wetness behind. She watched Marlon's cock bob in want as she slid closer to his groin. Reaching his knee cap, Kate pressed her clitoris against it in small, circular movements. Burnishing her clit on the rigid bone, she reached out to caress Marlon's balls with light, teasing touches. Leaning forward, Kate lowered her mouth over the oozing head of his cock, opening her lips and wagging her tongue tantalizingly close to his prick. Helplessly, Marlon thrust his hips upward, seeking the warm dampness of her mouth but Kate pressed him down abruptly.

"I say when," she growled in low, feminine tones. She examined Marlon's cock closely, memorizing the path of his veins, before brushing her cheek lightly along the delicate skin of his shaft. The touch was light as a butterfly wing but made Marlon groan loudly in want as he watched Kate nuzzle his erection, almost but not quite licking it. 


Rent



Being a huge fan of the late, great American artist Bill Ward and his gorgeous girlie art, I decided to pay homage to him by interpreting a few of his suggestive cartoons onto paper. 

Therefore, the following filth below is what I'd like to imagine occurred before the punchline of the cartoon. For best results, please don't skip to the end!

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Lying flat on the duvet covered bed, resting on his elbows, the gentleman feasted his eyes upon the smooth, twin globes of Mrs. Wilson's ass as she teased his rigid erection by slowly gliding her wet pussy lips along its length. His cock aching to penetrate her, he nevertheless waited patiently, her pussy leaving a slick trail of cunt-honey along his throbbing erection. 

"Goddamn, Agatha," he sighed, his hands reaching along her black stocking legs each side of him, across to cup her naked ass. She then rested upon his open palms, ensnaring his cock in the process. Her velvety-wet pussy lips seemingly sucked his pulsating shaft as it oozed her excitement over and onto him, golden, glistening juice spilling over the sides of his cock. Freeing his hands, he roamed them over her curvaceous body, across her black and pink bra which she still wore, her gorgeous breasts jutting over the frilly rims. She wore her hair up, ringlets dangling free around her face as she moaned and groaned like the horny slut he knew she was.

"Scoot down," he told her, beckoning her towards him with a nod of his head. Agatha peered over her shoulders at her gentleman caller, her tongue licking lips thick with rouge-colored lipstick. "You gonna lick my pussy while I suck your big cock?" she asked him, sluttishly.

"That's what I have in mind," he smiled, he mindful of the lethal heels she wore as she edged back towards him. Taking hold of her hips, he could smell her sweet pussy as it drew closer, she dripping warm honey onto his naked chest. No sooner that her neatly shaved puss was in view did he reach for it, striking out at her wet slit with his tongue, driving it as far into her honey-pot as possible. He felt her shudder with pleasure before he felt her grip his erection. As he tongue-fucked her cunt his toes curled once he felt her mouth swallow him, she taking him between her lips as she sucked him deep into her throat. Though he couldn't see her do it, the sensation of her tongue and lips working on his prick were enough to make him moan loudly into her pussy.

"Nggggh ..." he grunted, smacking his lips against her slick, silky-wet lips, she squirming on top of him, pushing down on his mouth, fucking her cunt with his tongue as it wriggled within her like a tiny, mischievous snake. 

"Mmmm, mmmm ..!" Agatha groaned, humming on his erection as if it were a fleshy wind instrument. He felt her moan through a mouthful of cock, felt her pussy spasm before spraying his face with a generous shower of orgasmic honey. Gripping her buttocks he held her quivering body in place as he greedily lapped her climax, savoring her warm, rich nectar.

Spitting his cock from her mouth, Agatha cupped Mr. Johnson's balls, kneading them carefully. She ran her tongue across his circumcised knob, squeezing his rigid flesh between her fingers. Smacking the tip of his erection off her out-stretched tongue Agatha then sucked him deep into her mouth, slurping on his delicious man-meat which she longed to have within her.

Trailing his tongue between her velvety lips Mr. Johnson reached up to strike at Agatha's pert asshole, parting her buttocks with his fingers before licking her brown rose. She gasped in his grip, pushing her hips back to him, wanting to sit on the fucker's face. Spurned on by his lewd boldness she hurried her cock-sucking pace, bobbing her head up-and-down upon his steel flesh pole, the top of his bulbous knob prodding the back of her throat. She gagged several times but carried on regardless, as if determined to swallow every throbbing inch of him.

His tongue worked its way around her anus, her dripping pussy soaking his trimmed goatee as it tickled and brushed her gaping labia. He would have continued stabbing her asshole with his tongue had he not felt Agatha deep-throat him, her mouth bursting with his erection, her cheeks bloated, her throat stuffed. She made gagging noises as she literally choked upon his prick, her upper lip stretching to kiss his ball sac, her chin seemingly mowing his glistening pubic hair.

"Oh, fuck!" he groaned, pushing her ass up off him, he now concentrating solely on he oral administrations. Ye Gods, what that woman could do with her mouth! Slowly, he felt her release his erection, she popping him from her mouth, his cock feeling the chill once free of her hot, wet mouth. 

"Want me to fuck you, Mr. Johnson?" she asked him, sweetly.

"Fuck yeah, baby," he groaned, pleadingly. "Sit on my cock!"

Reaching underneath her Agatha took hold of his cock and, lifting her ass above him positioned the tip of his bulbous knob to her pussy. He felt thick and sticky between her fingers. Holding him steady she slowly sunk down upon him, impaling herself on his engorged prick, filling her dripping puss with big, hard cock. She let out a hiss of pleasure once he filled her to the hilt, her ass resting on two, cum-heavy balls. She looked forward to him emptying them on her later on.

"You're so big, Mr. Johnson!" Agatha said, grinding her hips down onto him, her pussy squeezing the iron-hard erection that pulsed pleasurably within her. Lifting her ass upwards, she then slammed back onto him, immediately repeating the process, building up a steady rhythm until Agatha was fucking Mr. Johnson, and fucking him hard. She let out a series of squeals and cries as his impressive prick rubbed deliciously off her clit, she reaching for it and occasionally giving it a strum.

"That's it, slut, fuck that cock," he told her, once more slipping his hands beneath her ass and lifting her upward as she bounced up and down on him. He then slapped her naked cheek, urging her on with pinches of his thumb and finger.

"Oh fuck, yes!" Agatha screamed enthusiastically. "Fuck me, fuck me, you bastard!"

"You like this big cock, do ya, slut?" he asked her, knowing too well that she did, and not only his big cock either.

"Oh yeah!" Agatha moaned, ringlets of her hair coming undone, spilling down her back. Mr. Johnson imagined her breasts wobbling frantically in front of her, and he had a sudden urge to knead them in his palms. "I love your big, fucking cock!"

"Let me see your titties," he told her, trying to throw her off with thrust of his hips. Reluctantly Agatha quit her bouncing and climbed off of him, turning round to face him. Where he lay on the bed, his fat, sticky erection stretching up the length of his stomach, he had a perfect view of Agatha's gorgeous breasts which jutted from her black and pink bra. She ran her hands over them, teasing her erect nipples, cooing with pleasure as she pinched them between thumb and finger. "I bet you'd like to fuck these, wouldn't you?" she asked him, slipping down between his legs. He answered with a grunt, watching through lust-crazed eyes as Agatha once again took his cock in hand, pulled on it once, twice, sucked upon the bulbous head, running her tongue over the pre-cum that oozed there before slipping it between her hot, smooth globes.

"Oh fuck, baby," Mr. Johnson moaned, relishing the sensation of his throbbing prick wrapped between her breasts. Even though the lacy material of her lingerie rubbed off his rigid flesh, it made the experience all the more erotic. He would have to be careful not to ejaculate there and then, for he wished to continue fucking this horny slut.

Agatha bent her head forward to lick the tip of his cock, pursing her lips around him before sucking hard. She then released him from her hot, cleavage-grip and, taking him in hand, pulled upon his cock, she then reaching below to tongue his balls. It squirmed and licked and sought out his asshole, she making yummy noises as she feasted on his undercarriage.

"Ye Gods!" he cried. "Enough! Please stop, Jesus!" Mr. Johnson wriggled from her grip, his glistening erection bobbing sensitively next to his stomach. Agatha giggled, pressing her breasts together, giving him an innocent look, as if butter, let alone his cock, wouldn't melt in her mouth.

"C'mere!" he called her, gripping her ankles and flipping her onto her back. She let out a cry of surprise. Holding onto her feet, Mr. Johnson moved into position, placing the top of his mushroomed dome against her slippery pussy lips.

"Put it in!" she groaned, reaching down with her fingers to fiddle with her clit. She felt his cock slip between her honey-soaked fingers as his cock penetrated her once more, he entering her to the hilt, his balls nestling next to her. Withdrawing, Mr. Johnson commenced pounding into the tight, wet pussy of Agatha, his rigidly-veined cock filling her sopping cunt, she fingering her engorged clit, her breasts thrashing back and forth to his plummeting.

"Oh, oh, oh fuck, yes!" she moaned, biting her bottom lip through closed eyes. She then felt her right, high-heeled foot fall free as he clasped her breasts, palming them both, tugging at her nipples. Her foot lingered in mid-air, she not mindful of it defying gravity. All she presently cared about was this gorgeous man with his gorgeous cock fucking her, and of her impending second orgasm. "Don't stop!" Agatha cried. "Don't you dare fucking stop!"

Mr. Johnson kicked his pace up a notch, his hips a blur, his cock jack-hammering into the now squealing Agatha, who was clawing the duvet with her fingernails, screaming with pleasure. Her orgasm was there, nearly there, if he didn't stop, if he kept on doing what he was doing she'd –

"Yes!" she screeched, her body afire, wracked with a powerful orgasm which rendered her momentarily speechless, she then croaking aloud before a series of high-pitched screams suddenly returning with a vengeance. 

And no sooner that she came, she felt his cock swell within her, felt him quicken his pace, felt his body tense and heard him announce his orgasm. He withdrew from her twitchy, saturated pussy and pulled on his glistening organ, shooting jet after jet of hot, salty cum onto Agatha's orgasmic pussy and strumming fingers. 

"Yeah, baby, cum for me," Agatha cooed, her hand and puss smothered in his creamy climax.

"Oh fuck, yeah ..." he groaned, slumping onto the bed, panting heavily, beads of sweat reflecting on his forehead.

"Mmmm, yeah," Agatha said, whorishly, bringing her fingers to her lips before licking her cum-soaked digits. She repeated the action, wiping his cum from her pussy and once again licked her fingers. "Tasty ..."

"You nasty slut," was all Mr. Johnson, through heavy breaths, could manage to say ...

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A while later, fully dressed and relatively composed, Mr. Johnson knocked upon an apartment door numbered 234. There was a murmur from inside, and then a female voice telling him it was open and to enter.

Opening the door, Mr. Johnson stepped inside, closing it behind him. He walked into the living room where he saw a young woman lying seductively on her couch, dressed in naught but a pair of black panties and waist-length black chemise.

"Mr. Johnson," she smiled, patting the empty seat next to her, "why don't you make yourself comfortable?" 

"I'm sorry Mrs. Carlson," Mr. Johnson sighed, "but Mrs. Wilson in the next apartment just paid her rent that way..."



Rent a Room



Kathy was reading the local newspaper. "This is interesting; our local college has a critical shortage of student accommodation. They are asking any local homeowners who have an extra room, to offer room and board to a student who will pay them $400 a month. We have a 3 bedroom house and we only use one so I think we should do this," she said to her husband.

"Oh, I don't know; I don't like the idea of a stranger living in our house," Billie replied.

"But we could use an extra four hundred a month, and don't tell me you wouldn't like some sexy young college girl making a fuss over you."

"Well I suppose if you want to try it, it would be OK." Billie seldom won an argument with her anyway, so sometimes it's just easier to go along with what she wants to do.

Billie is a systems analyst for HiTech Computers. Kathy is a stay at home wife, but she is always complaining that she needs more money so an extra $400 a month for her should keep her happy and a cute young college girl running around their house might be nice too.

Kathy said she was going to call the college the next day, Thursday, and tell them they had a room for rent. When Billie got home from work she told him she had made the call and they would be sending a student over Friday. After work on Friday, Kathy told him she had rented the room to a nice student. Billie asked her what she was like.

"It's not a she; it's a he."

"But I thought you were going to rent to a girl, I don't like the idea of a guy being in our house."

"You can't specify that kind of thing; he's a nice young man, and kind of sexy too," she said with a giggle.

"I don't want some horny college guy staying in my home, so call them back and say it has to be a female student or forget it."

"Oh, I see, it's OK for you to have a sexy young girl to flirt with but no guys. Well it's too late; he's moving in tomorrow so you'll have to get used to it."

"Then there has to be some changes around here. I don't want you wearing those tight shorts and half open blouses that you wear around the house because it might give him the wrong idea. You're going to have to dress properly in the morning and not come downstairs to breakfast wearing your nightgown and that skimpy robe."

"Now you're just being silly. I'm not changing what I do just because we have a renter living with us."

Saturday afternoon he arrived. Kathy answered the door wearing the shorts that Billie had asked her not to wear. "Thank you so much for renting me a room Mrs. Baxter; you have a lovely home."

"Just call me Kathy, I'm not that much older than you. Frank, I want you to meet my husband Billie." His name is Bill, not Billie and she knows that makes him mad but she does it anyway.

"Nice to meet you Billie; you have a very beautiful wife," he said shaking Billie's hand. "Here is your 1st months rent Kathy," He handed her four hundred dollars.

"Thank you Frank," she said stuffing the four one hundred dollar bills in her half open blouse. Realizing he was staring at her half uncovered breasts, she said "Oops, I'll go put the money in my purse."

Over dinner she pumped him for more information. He is 19 years old, just 2 years younger than her. Billie is 30 years old and sometimes just to annoy him she calls him Old Man. Frank was attending college on a tennis scholarship and after graduating he expected to become a physical education teacher or maybe a pro tennis player. 

Kathy enthusiastically said, "I just love tennis so you have to promise to play with me. Billie hates tennis, he gets all out of breath; I guess that's what happens when you get old."

"It would be my pleasure."

They talked a lot to each other about school, almost ignoring Billie. For someone who had never even graduated from high school, she seemed to have a lot in common with him. Kathy was reminiscing. "All of us girls wanted to date the college boys because they were soo cool compared to the high school boys our age. We would only let the school boys kiss us but with the college boys it was different. They were older and more demanding."

"I think that's enough school talk, so let's change the topic," Billie said.

Kathy giggling said, "That's because he's so old he can't even remember his school days.

They usually go to church on Sundays, but Kathy said the sheets in the spare bedroom were worn out so he should go to church alone and they were going out to buy sheets. When Billie got home she gave him back his credit card and the receipts.

"What's this, 92 dollars for a pair of sheets?"

"They're silk sheets honey, and they were on sale today only. Frank will use them on his bed until he goes home for the summer and then I'll put them on our bed."

"And what is this, INS lamp for 49.95?"

"It's an incense lamp dummy, and you wonder why I call you an old man. All young guys have one these days. It supposed to put girls in the mood."

"Don't talk about stuff like that."

"That's how all young people talk. Gosh I had forgotten how old you really are."

That night Billie went to bed while she went in his room to make up his bed. It was over a half hour before she returned. "What took you so long? It doesn't take a half hour to put sheets on a bed."

"He wanted to try out his incense lamp."

"And did it get you in the mood, because I could use some good loving right now. It's been over two weeks you know?"

"It was putting me in the mood. Another half hour and who knows?"

"What, what are you talking about?"

"I'm just teasing you, don't you know that. What ever happened to your sense of humor?"

"Well I'm in the mood too, soo lets make love."

"I'm no longer in the mood."

The next morning as was their custom, Billie got up first and made the coffee and Kathy would come down later and make breakfast after drinking her coffee in bed. She came down wearing her shortie nightie that barely covered her bum and her short robe that was only slightly longer.

"I told you to stop wearing that kind of thing when we have somebody staying with us," Billie said angrily.

"Stop yelling at me and stop telling me what to do. Maybe I should stop having sex with you until you learn better manners and improve your attitude."

Billie was going to apologize when Frank came down stairs. Kathy's robe had come undone and you could see her hard nipples poking through her nightgown and you could see her legs almost up to her pussy. She leaned over Frank to pour his coffee and looking at Billie asked if he was ready for his second cup. She was looking at Billie but he could see Frank looking at her breasts just a few inches from his face. Billie was going to say something but she was already mad at him, so he didn't say anything. Billie left for work but he had an uneasy feeling leaving them alone with Kathy still in her nightie and Frank in his pajamas because on Mondays his first class wasn't until 10 o'clock. When Billie got home he asked her how her day was. "I tried out Frank's bed. The silk sheets felt wonderful against my bare skin."

"What?" Billie said getting angry.

"It was after Frank left for school silly. What did you think; I was in bed with him? What a pervert you are. When he got home we played tennis and it was fun"

Frank was staying overnight on campus so it was just the two of them for dinner. Billie made her a cocktail before dinner and he had bought an expensive wine to have with dinner. Kathy wanted them to go out to a movie and then drop into a bar for a few drinks before coming home, but Billie told her he was tired. "You never want to do anything at night; I guess old men get tired early."

"You know I work hard all day so I want to relax at night." They had a quiet evening at home and they watched TV, but he could tell she was annoyed. They went to bed early and he thought she might be in the mood to make love after a nice dinner and plenty of wine. He went to kiss her but she turned her head. "You never do anything I want so why should I do something you want?"

The following day after dinner Frank wanted to watch a tennis match on TV and Amanda did also so Billie sat with them and watched it but he was bored out of his mind. When they went to bed she wanted a massage because her back was sore from playing tennis that afternoon. She lay naked on her stomach on the bed while she had him prepare a hot oil massage for her. Billie liked doing that but it gave him an aching hard on to massage her nude body with her bum stuck up high and her legs spread in invitation, but not allowed to do anything else.

Billie started on her neck and shoulders working lots of oil into her beautiful skin. He massaged her back and her bum. While he was massaging her bum she was giving out low sighs, and pushing her bum up higher said, "That feels so good Billie but do it harder." He did what she wanted and he could tell her pussy was getting wet, so he knew he had her turned on. He got on top of her and rubbed his penis against her bum thinking maybe he could get it in her from behind.

"Billie stop that. What a pervert you are trying to fuck your wife in the ass. I haven't been ass fucked since high school and I'm not going to start again now; but you do have me excited so I'm going to turn over and you can give my pussy a nice tongue massage." She turned over and grabbing him by his ears pulled his face to her wet pussy. "Now get your tongue in deep and tongue me fast. I want to get off on your face. You used to do that a lot when we were dating, but if you don't start doing it more frequently you're going to forget how I trained you." The things he did to keep her happy while she denied him any satisfaction. It didn't take her long to cum, jerking him by the hair while she got off on his tongue and face. "Now you're not allowed to fuck me because that's part of your punishment but you can jerk yourself off looking at me if you want."

Several days later Frank said his school was having their "get to know you" dance and he didn't have a girlfriend. He said if you show up without a date, you look like a dork so he wanted Kathy to be his date. "You look like a student anyway with your cute sexy body so no one would ever guess you're a married woman."

"I don't think that's a good idea because she is my wife after all. I'm sure you can find someone else to take to the dance."

"No Billie, I want to go. You never want to dance with me anyway; maybe you're too old for that, but I like it so I'm going." Billie knew from past experience that when she makes up her mind nothing is going to change it.

The day of the dance she had gone out to buy a new outfit. The skirt was even shorter than what she usually wore and her blouse had a big scoop neck. She had also bought open toe shoes for dancing so she wanted Billie to paint her toenails. He liked to make her happy but it didn't feel right doing her toenails for a date with another guy. She got dressed while he watched her. She slipped into her tight skirt and tucked in her blouse not wearing a bra.

"Wait Kathy, you're not wearing a bra and a lot of your breasts are showing."

"You're so out of touch Billie; college girls don't wear bras. Now we'll probably be late so don't wait up for us and I'll tell you all about it in the morning. Now give me a kiss on the cheek so you don't muss my makeup and I have to run; I'm already late. I promised Frank I would meet him at the dance."

She said don't wait up but he couldn't sleep. It must have been after two in the morning before they came in. Billie could hear Kathy's giggling. "You're a bad boy to kiss me in front of all your friends. They really thought I was your girlfriend."

"I know and I was so proud that they thought a beautiful sexy girl like you was my girlfriend. My chest swelled with pride while the guys looked on, jealous of me."

"Well, don't get too excited, I'm a married women you know."

"I know so how about just giving me a French kiss. That's the least you can do because you're the one that got me all sexually excited."

"Keep your voice down and I'll do it. If my husband wakes up, he can hear everything you say."

When she entered their bedroom, Billie was soo mad at her for kissing Frank and he told her so.

"I come home in a good mood, feeling sexy, and deciding this would be a good time for us to make love and you yell at me. Are you intentionally trying to make me mad at you, because if you are, you're doing a good job of it?"

For the next week, the weather was beautiful, so every afternoon Frank got in his tennis workout playing with Billie's wife. After a hard workout Frank needed a rubdown to prevent muscle cramps so Kathy would do that for him because he couldn't afford a professional trainer. Every night at dinner the conversation was about tennis.

"So Kathy, you told me you give him a massage every afternoon, what exactly do you do?"

"It's a rubdown, not a massage. He strips naked and lies on his stomach and in case you're wondering he's naked not me. I straddle his back while I massage his neck and straddle his ass while I massage his shoulders. I keep moving down his legs as I massage his back and his ass. His ass is one of the places his muscles tense up so I work my fingers hard as I massage him there. Then I move down his legs and end up by massaging his feet."

"Is that all you massage?"

"Billie, I can read you like a book; you're wondering if I massage his cock. Frank did you hear that, he thinks I massage your cock when I give you a rub down."

Frank said, "I like that idea."

"Frank you're terrible," Kathy giggled.

Frank said, "She's very good at giving a relaxing rubdown. Other guys have their trainers doing it but they all would like to get one of Kathy's rubdowns."

Kathy replied, "Several have offered to pay me if I would give them a rubdown and they would pay me even more for extras."

"That sounds interesting," Billie answered, "So how about giving me a rubdown too."

"Only if you pay me."

Frank had qualified for the singles regional finals in Greenville and he wanted Kathy to go with him. "She's not only my trainer but my part time coach as well because I can work on areas of my game that I'm weak on with her help. It's a 3 day tournament and Kathy tells me you're busy for 2 of those days working long hours helping take the company's annual inventory, so you'll hardly notice we're gone; and don't worry, Kathy will have her own room in the hotel."

"I have to work long hours taking inventory for 2 days and it would be nice to come home to my own wife and sleep in my own bed with her."

Kathy spoke up, "I want to go Billie. It would be nice to hang out with people my own age for a change. When you get home you're going to be tired and grouchy and want to go to bed anyway, so it makes no difference if I'm here or not. Besides I'm his trainer so he needs me."

Billie could tell this was another argument he would lose.

"Thank you hon," she said giving Billie a big open mouth kiss, pressing her body against him. "I'll make it up to you when I get back. I'll call you every night about 10, you should be home by then, and tell you everything that's going on."

The first night Billie was home about nine but he was tired and his muscles were sore, so he laid down on the sofa waiting for her call. It came shortly after ten. "Hi Billie, how was your day?" In the background he could hear a male voice saying, do you want another drink?

Billie said, "Is that Franks voice I hear?

"Yes, the hotel is packed because of the tennis tournament and they knew we were together so they put us in the same room. Now don't worry, we each have our own bed. Anyway Frank won his first match and he gives me credit for that. He says I have a way of relaxing him that drains away all his tension enabling him to play better; so see, I'm a big help to him." Then he heard her say, "Frank, stop that, I'm talking to my husband."

She continued. "There's a special section were the wives and girlfriends sit to watch the matches. One asked me which one was my boyfriend so I said Frank was because I was so proud of him. You don't mind me saying that do you? Anyway there was a big party after the games and some of Franks friends were there and Frank was a very bad boy because he pretended I was his girlfriend and used that as an excuse to kiss me a lot. Right now I'm feeling tired so I'm going to bed, and don't worry, I told Frank he has to sleep in his own bed; so I'll call you tomorrow."

Billie had a bad feeling about this whole trip right from the start and Kathy's phone call didn't make it any better.

The following night it was about eleven before she called. "Frank had a wonderful day. He won his second match to advance to the semi finals. He was being interviewed on local TV and he credited a lot of his success to me, his trainer. I was so proud of him that when he kissed me in front of the TV cameras I hugged and kissed him right back. That was OK wasn't it? We had another party tonight. I had a lot of fun partying with people my own age. We just got back to our room, that's why I'm late calling you. I know you don't like parties but I do. We both were ready for bed when Frank asked me if he could sleep in my bed because he was getting a draft from the air conditioner in his bed and he didn't want to catch a cold. I thought he just wanted to get in my bed so he could fuck me. Maybe I was wrong because now he's sitting on the edge of his bed with a blanket wrapped around him. Was I too hard on him when I told him he couldn't sleep with me? Anyway we have to be up early for our morning practice so I'll call you tomorrow."

"But wait," Billie said but she had already hung up.

The next day it was almost midnight before she called. "Billie I have some good news and some bad news for you. The good news is Frank has made it to the finals so I'll be staying another day with him. The bad news is he fucked me last night. I asked him not to but he did it anyway. I suppose I could have struggled a little more but he is much stronger than me and I knew if he wanted to have sex with me there was nothing I could do about it. This morning I was very angry with him and I told him he can't do that any more. He apologized to me saying he had too much to drink and my semi nude body drove him mad with desire and he just couldn't help himself. I told him I forgive him but not to do that again. He did play well and he said it was all because of me."

This morning she called him early, about nine o'clock. "Hi Billie, well it's all over, Frank lost his match so we're coming home today. We had a big party last night and a lot of Frank's friends were there. He made me feel so special when he told them all that he would have never made it this far without me; and he and all his friends drank a toast to me. We were both a little drunk when we got back to the hotel and he fucked me again, I had forgotten how horny teenage boys are. He apologized to me again but I told him he had to apologize to you for fucking your wife, not just once but twice. He said he would and take us out to a fancy restaurant and he would pay for it all, including drinks, to make up for his bad behavior, so see Billie he is trying his best to say he's sorry."

Billie was angry at his wife mostly for pretending none of this was her fault and he didn't want Frank's dinner either but Kathy insisted. At dinner most of the talk was about their trip; what happened to his apology? Kathy kept refilling his wine glass which is unusual because normally she doesn't want him to drink much because she says he can't hold his liquor. A little later Billie found out why.

Billie, I have a really, really big favor to ask you. Some of his friends that could not make it to Greenville want to hold a celebration party for him and they have no place to hold it. Frank begged me so much that in the end I said they could have it at our place. Everyone thinks I'm his girlfriend anyway, so in a way, our home is a natural place to hold it."




Rent a Room



"Now wait, I have been more than patient with all of this but the time has come ..."

"Billie, don't interrupt me when I'm talking. Now of course you can't be around for the party and since we don't know when the party will be over we don't want you coming home before the party is over and embarrassing everyone. So we want you to stay in a hotel that night. Frank will not only pay for the hotel room but he will pay for your dinner and your breakfast too.

"Now I can see you're trying to say something but before you do, just listen to me. If you don't agree you'll get no sex from me until your birthday and that's about 5 months from now isn't it? So what do you say hmm?"



Rent Boy Heaven



I asked Ken if he really felt comfortable about the rent boy idea, stating that is was certainly solution for journalists like us who just don't seem to have the time for committed relationship, and it serves a very essential purpose, having come to the stage where my frustration keeps me from sleeping, like a quick masturbation does the trick for a while but it does not give anywhere near the same satisfaction as having the real thing.

My mate Ken, who like me is a journalist, excepting we work for different news outlets - are great mates, but that's as far as it goes, or rather as far as ii went - we are both bi- sexual but I could not think of him in that way, perhaps the main reason being that we both take the male part - but it came to pass that we could do something for each other - anyway, having rented Ivan several times, I found him to be just the solution to my frustration, when I was back in the UK and had a few hours to spare.

"You've no need to worry about Ivan, he is the most prudent guy, pay him well for good quality sex and he will reward you, and us with a really memorable evening, so what do you say, Ken?"

"What does he look like, have you got a picture of him?" Ken asked so I pulled a couple out of my wallet to show him, one facial and the other, well need I say?, he has a magnificent and well fuckable butt, and I should know, I have been there several times.

Ken took a gander and I could tell immediately he liked what he saw.

"Okay Huh? " I asked

"Blonde with blue eyes and a torso like that, how could I refuse, Pete, and you've been there and done that?" he laughed and I could see he was interested, was that a bulge I detected in his trousers or was it not! Especially when I told him about some of the services my favourite rent boy provides. 

"And that is just a one to one, just think of how it will be with two to one," I said - I can tell you Ivan is well worth his services, he is a real heavenly fuck and has an ass to die for. Guys like us do need that comfort to ease our frustrations for what comes naturally, just the quick wank isn't enough, the real thing, flesh and blood is always better, and Ivan is all that and more, I yearn for the sniff of him as I enjoy him sitting on my face, and the taste of that gorgeous brown hole smothering my mouth as I give his cock and balls a good seeing to, he loves that and will do anything, just ask and he will obey, and he does it will so much zest." .

"Well I'm game as long as I get a fair whack, Pete" Ken said and, yes he was handling himself now and I told him to go into the bathroom and do something about it., giving him a more sexy picture of young Ivan whom, I told him. was just sweet eighteen with a gorgeous ripe ass, in fact he had all the qualities imaginable when it came to a real nice sexual encounter, and telling him that we shall go halves with the £100 fee for the evening and it will be real good money spent on the most delightful evening ever.

I chuckled as Ken almost ran to the bathroom, cock in one hand and the picture in the other, it was so good to think he was in with me on a great new adventure, sharing a rent boy like Ivan and already my mind was running away with lecherous imaginings which I planned to make into reality that evening, because we both had to make for Iran in the morning. With that sort of pressure luring it was so good just to let yourself go and fuck the ass off someone like Ivan.

Great; I phoned Ivan said he was free and would be around just after six o'clock

"Fine , Ivan, and wear those very complimentary briefs and tight jeans huh?"

"The ones you like me in, Pete?"

"Yes the red and black tie-ons, the ones that separate those gorgeous cheeks to reveal that magic fuck hole of yours."

"Yes I know how you like it baby, with a suggestive wink huh?" That's how it was with me and Ivan, we said what we thought.

He had this way of presenting himself, spanned on the settee or sometimes on the thick pile carpet which I bought just for his visits, because having him like that in front of a ravaging hot log fire is out of this world and he fucks like a cow receiving its bullock - revealing his gorgeous hind with that winking aperture in the centre. Mmm! Man - Sweet fuckable Ivan really has the Wow factor!"

I put Ken in the picture when he returned from the bathroom and by the time I had finished talking about the talents of our Ivan he was ready to go again, me saying hey! Save some for tonight, Ivan won't be pleased if you cant give him a length of your speciality, and from what I have seen - that bulge is very substantial and will please Ivan a great deal.

Ken smiled, "I love the way you talk - I hope I like him, it will be wonderful."

"Can't see why not, Ken, Ivan is a very approachable guy and has a wonderfully seductive disposition, he'll give that cock of yours some very sumptuous treatment I can assure you and the first time you fuck him you will want him over and over."

"Does he do oral, Pete" Ken asked looking very raunchy.

"He sucks cock like there is no tomorrow, deep and very much with feeling, he'll give you heaven when he tongues that Jap-Eye and you will be sent to another world, imagine me fucking him as he, on all fours, sucks you to the hilt. I'm looking forward to the new experience I really am, it is so exciting and thrilling just the thought of it. He has sucked me good several times and made me cum in his mouth and all over but to feel his suck as he is actually receiving that cock of yours up him will be a real experience I cant wait to feel."

With that Ken had to excuse himself as once again he had a trouser full of hard cock which had to be dealt with there and then.

"I'll see to it if you want" I said - I was just in the mood, and although we had never shared anything together like that, well we were going to share Ivan later so what the hell, It didn't take long for Ken to accept and there I was, his trousers dropped down to his knees, he standing there, cock to attention, waiting to be seen to like I was a servant or something. I would never before thought to have Ken that way but it was the effect of what we had been talking about, and the thought of our forthcoming evening with Ivan that turned us both on into a frenzy - so there we were, extravagantly wanking each other off, I realised then the splendour of ken' beautiful ripe and gorgeously flexible stiffness, and, what do you know, there I was in a flash, on my knees and enjoying a dose of his ripeness inside my mouth, it felt good and wonderful, this was going to be something that we would all enjoy sharing -and quite unwittingly, it had brought out something between me and Ken that we would never have dreamed of before, then, with his cock wedged firmly in my busy mouth and my tongue wrapped around it - I was in my element, it tasted good, it felt good, when he came with a gush I felt the spurt of his hot spunk over my face and it seemed he was never going to stop spurting, again and again as I finished him off with a real stiff and hard jerking wank to really rev him up for the evening ahead, and what do you know?, like the good trooper he was he did the same for me, and it was an absolute pleasure just to stand there and enjoy his raptures, looking down and seeing him work my cock like there was no tomorrow - soon I felt my groin tense up and then the gorgeous release as I felt the splurge spurt strongly from my groin, and there Ken was, his right palm full of my deliverance and it was good, we upped our trousers and opted for a good shower in readiness for the beautiful evening ahead..

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Just as soon as Ivan had arrived Ken looked dumbfounded. Ivan's manner, his gorgeous smile and his lovely outgoing personality certainly complimented his whole stance.

He was just the same with the both of us as he always was with me, that wonderful warm, hug when meeting again and then, after my introducing him to Ken he hugged him too and straight away we all felt completely at ease with each other. In fact I went out into the kitchen to make a drink for us and by the time I returned ken was already snuggled up to Ivan like he'd known him a lifetime and I could see it was going to be a wonderful; evening ahead. We enjoyed our drinks as we talked about ourselves and then Ivan raised himself from the sofa and gave us a wonderfully moving swirl, he knew how to entice out sexual appetites just by the way he moved in suggestive undertones and body language. Already Ken's eyes looked as though they were going to pop our as Ivan turned bent over seductively and showed us the real splendour of that so gorgeous and wonderful just perfect hind.

I couldn't resist a slap or two, it was what Ivan would have expected of me and a good old fashioned spanking was always on the menu, a wonderful preparatory foreplay which he and I adored and he was soon bent over my lap, ass raised in those tight jeans, waiting for the swish of my hand - and it was a delight. In between spanking I paused to nudge those wonderful firm tight cheeks and he wasn't slow to respond, removing his jeans, wiggling out of them in the most delightful way and soon we were treated to the splendour of this young guy in all his glory and those tight red briefs did everything for him, the way they were pulled up tight to separate that gorgeous ass in the most delightful and encouraging way.

He prompted me to sniff him there behind, turning away from me, bending slightly and opening his legs so I could get a real nose full. I pushed my face between those e separated cheeks and already was enjoying the most intimate of oral delights, licking and sucking him through his red silk [briefs which was such a real delight and already I was away and into the joys of sexual splendour teasing his cheeks even wider apart with my fingertips as he bent forward more to let me have an ample handful of cock and balls as I continued to enjoy that wonderful ass.

But now I had to remember there were two of us to share Ivan, and has gasping for a breath was a good time to back off and prompt Ken to take over. There was no problem there, he was away without hesitation and there he was, like he had been doing it all along, sniffing and tasting Ivan's ripe ass and really letting himself go.

It was wonderful how we all just instinctively enjoyed each other had to toe, sitting, sucking, wanking and rimming and for me there was nothing like being smothered by Ivan, he crouching over me and lowr8ing himself onto my face and there I was enjoying the so soothing feeling of ass, cock and balls, licking and tasting that certain flavour of sex that no other sensation can surpass, and Ken enjoyed it too, and as we both took it in turns like all we were doping with Ivan and to feel his deep cock sucking as we did that made it all the more special and wonderful and I could see Ken was having a great time, being hard to pull him away when it came to my turn.

Then, Ivan bent over on all fours, he presented that ass so beautifully for the Waterloo of our evening, the feel of his fuck deep up inside that brown deliverance, Ivan giving us the treat of letting it wink at us. Ken and I looked at each other, we were full with stiff erections and I was beating like a drum, "You have first poke" said ken holding and squeezing his cock for all he was worth but then moving so he was in position for Ivan's suck as I started to feel the ecstasy of that ripe asshole with my know, teasing his hole with my Jap-eye and feeling the utter splendour of that, gradually teasing my cock into it and feeling him saw side to side to help me plunge the whole of my length deeply into him, already he was sucking ken's cock like a trooper and it was sheer heaven to share him this way, after a wonderful climax we changed positions and Ken had his poke, with a cock bigger than mine which made Ivan yelp, but all the same he was soon into it, enjoying ken's fuck as much as we all wore, my cock lodged deep into his throat as he sucked the rest of my cream like there was no tomorrow.

For the next half hour we fucked Ivan in all the favourite positions , he laying on his back, legs high and wide stretched back with a nice deep filling of hot ripe cock making squeaking sounds inside his hole, he loved so much, and the sound of balls bouncing against his as, in turn we both had our fill to complete a really wonderful evening thanks to Ivan.



Rent Boy Shag



It was like this - I was on a job down under, had three weeks to do a report on the sharks around Melbourne. Of course Kevin played up, first time we have been apart for that long since we met and decided to shack up four years back.

To be frank I really didn't think I would miss Kev so much - it is all very well emailing and texting and the occasional mobile call but it is not the same. I was plainly so horny too, missing it so much that because I was finding it hard to concentrate on my work, I decided to resort to calling a rent boy, it would be so hard to find someone at such short notice for casual sex and anyway, I was rather particular who I shared myself with.

I saw Jason on the gay site, mentioning rent boys I took a gander at the pictures to see if there was a guy I felt I could be with. Jason was so much like Kev, you could almost say he was a double. 

On meeting Jason at a destined place he was curious to know how I found him, when I said he was furious because he had given up being a rent boy a year back.

"Oh! Sorry to have bothered you then," I said giving him the opportunity to decline.

I told him my circumstances, even told him how much he looked like Kev.

"Then you can pretend Huh. I see your aim, mate" he said. "But will he mind you being with me?

Jason, it is his fault I am so like this, and anyway what the eyes cannot see?"

"I'll think about it, mate" he teased, his eyes looking down at me, I could tell what his thoughts were and reckoned I had a good chance of a shag with him.

"So okay, what do you want to do, Pete? Asked Jason.

"I want to fuck you."

"That's explicit enough, I like it - but I meant what is you inclination. I have some pictures here may give you some ideas (I hope) you see it has been a long time for me too." 

I found that hard to believe because he had a great figure and was easy on the eye.

I went through the pictures.

"These of you?" I questioned, not quite being able to see all of him.

"Yep - and the guy is John Boy. We used to shack together before he dumped me a month ago. Have been thinking of doing renting again because it brings in a good income."

"Really, how much you going to charge me then?"

"Depends what you want?"

I told you, a good stiff fuck!"

"Nothing more, like in the pictures? - and in foreplay I can do garnish?"

"Garnish! You lay on meals too?"

He rolled about laughing and pointed out that he did edible paints of all flavours, chocolate sauce and whippy cream. He had one client who liked his willy covered in cold baked beans, but he said he wasn't going to eat all them up 'cos he had to think of the next client and he wouldn't like him farting all over the place!

"It is tempting, very tempting, 'specially the whippy cream, but maybe another time, to be frank all I want if a quick rub and suck , maybe a nice smothering, and a deep gratifying fuck.

"Well in that case call it 60 dollars" he said starting to remove his gear. He looked good in red and blue waisted thong. "That okay, Pete?" he said swaying his hips provocatively. Already I was fancying him like hellfire. "You wanna lay down on the bed so I can kneel over you, head down, would you like that, we can do a sixty nine huh?

This guy was so sweet, almost as if he read my thoughts, my mind was flashing back to when Kev and I did it. He opened wide and , straddled over me, lowered himself as I sniffed him there .looking so firm and beautiful, so tempting too. I placed my hands around his hips and prompted him down into my face, my mouth was fully of thong covered very firm and primed cock.

"Divine, really divine" I said when I could get a breath. I was soon in my own world, sniffing Kevin, longing to suck and taste cock and lick ass as I felt the feel of how it is when your guy takes your cock into his mouth, stretches it right back and teases its crown with his tongue. All so delightful.

I tinkered with his thong, smelling his pungent earthy scent in my nostrils, now I needed badly to taste him. He conveniently leaned sideways to allow me to undo the tie on the side of his thong and then he was completely naked for me. His hard cock swishing about over my face as I concentrated in a very delectable deep licking suck, around and around his stiff cock and then his hole and when I heard his moans I knew he wanted fucking, Just like Kevin did. Jason had such a lovely ass just waiting to be fucked. I was so ready for it, "Which way would you like me" he whispered sounding as eager as was I..

Now I had to make a quick decision, I couldn't wait too long, it felt like a volcano waiting to explode. "Any which was but loose" I yelled and he rolled over onto all fours presenting his butt high up for my fuck. He looked so lovely, I just had to take another taste of him, it sort of added to the occasion, IK squeezed his ass cheeks, slapped them a couple of time, watched them bounce beautifully as I measured up my now pounding cock between and soon found his hole. Like a good'un - and without me even knowing, he'd put a condom on me and lubricated so I was all ready to feel his deep fuck.

As I slid easily up his tight ass I was in heaven, I had longed so much for this, how good it felt to feel such a warming ass hole hug my bounty, feeling his divine rectal muscles working on me inside, then stopping awhile, taking in the moment as we both pulsed together, that feeling so astute and wonderful. Slowly we both started to fuck again, he moved so beautifully for me as we found the perfect rhythm .

Then he must have wanted me on top because he quickly swing around, wrapped his legs around my back and guided me into him, my balls bouncing wildly against his buttocks every time I thrust into him.

The volcano was imminent there was no turning back, I was with Kevin again fucking and fucking so wonderfully, well that's how it felt like when I came so strong, both of us collapsing on the floor.

"That was divine, perhaps we can do it again before I return"

"That can easily be arranged," Jason returned without hesitation. "Nest time we shall try some teasers Huh, and I wont charge you, the pleasure will be mine, and yours I hope!"



Rent Comes Due



You've been a bad girl. I told you not to fuck with it. I told you to leave it alone. And I come home and it's a jagged mess on the floor, and you're looking for a dustbin.

You're dressed to go out with your school friends. White blouse, nice skirt, hair pulled back. Such an innocent face. You were hoping to get away before I got back. Too bad for you.

"Come here."

"It was an accident!" Your soft Japanese accent is a reminder that you're far from home. You get to stay here because I think you're pretty, and we both know that there's a kind of rent coming due, eventually. Looking over your body, I decide it's now.

You hesitate.

"Here!"

You're trembling. I'm older than you by at least fifteen years. You're small and trim and pretty, with a firm little rounded ass, barely B-cup tits and long legs, for your 5'2" height.

You think I don't know about your fascination with older men. And American cock.

"What did I tell you?"

"To leave it alone," you whisper. You can see how my eyes are moving over you. You lick your lips, nervously, as you walk towards me. I'm 6' 3" and looking up at me makes you feel tiny.

When I remove my belt, your eyes go wide.

I sit down and nod to you. "Lie across my lap."

"This... no. Not legal... wrong..."

My hand tangles in your invitingly shiny hair, and pulls. You're across my lap, ass up, shaking now. "Please no! Don't! I'll be good! "

Yes you will, I think, as my hand brushes back the skirt and reveals black thong panties. Maybe you weren't going out with your girlfriends at all. Just the sight of your ass has me hard, and I know you can feel it against your belly, low.

My hand traces the bared skin... lightly, slowly. You whimper, repeating "I'll be good," but the voice is softer, more little-girlish, this time. I slide fingernails along the curves, and then suddenly deliver a hard smack.

You cry out something in Japanese. That earns you another smack. "You have no right," you whisper in a shaken voice, and that amuses me. I lift the belt, fold it double, and bring it down sharply. Three times. You're panting now. Maybe you think it's just fear and shock.

I go back to tracing the pretty curves, seeing pink stain the skin. My hand drifts, moving between your thighs. You're suddenly silent... and the panties feel damp.

Another sharp smack. The moan you give this time is sensual, and you choke it off quickly. Two more slaps, and then I haul the thong down to your knees. "This is wrong," you whisper, but your voice is so unsteady it's hard to understand you. My fingers curl under you, find your clit, begin to rub.

It takes time, but suddenly I feel your belly begin to tighten. My fingers leave your clit, and spear into your pussy. Shuddering, you squeeze down. I rock my fingers against the tension, then yank them out and slap again. You cry out, and now you're rocking your belly against the hardness of my cock. Maybe it's unconscious, maybe not. Deep down you need to appease the angry male. And there's only one way to do that.

I alternate between rough fingering, and slapping. I no longer need to hold you down, and my other hand slides over your torso, eventually sliding under you and finding those tight little titties. Your nipples are immediately hard, and yanking on them through the blouse makes you moan in a way you can't choke off. Large, firm nipples on a small breast has always worked for me. Yours are obviously sensitive.

Maybe you really need the free rent. Maybe those times I caught you staring at the front of my jeans explain it all. Maybe you're just a slut with an innocent face. But your hands are stroking my calves, and every slap causes a sexy little-girl breathy gasp that's got me rock hard. I slide you to the floor, suddenly, to your knees, facing me. I unbutton the blouse, making you watch my hands as I do. I like the way your eyes are unsteady. I use the opened blouse and suddenly ruined bra to bind your arms behind you, then stand up and rip my zipper down. I take it out and slap your face with it.

Instantly you're sucking. Badly. Don't women suck cock in Japan? After a minute of your fumbling, I tip you over and impatiently push you to the floor. Panties at your knees, arms tangled behind your back, you won't be scrambling off anywhere. Your eyes are huge now.

"Offer yourself, or I'll make it hurt," I growl. You raise your hips and try to make your face expressionless. You manage it fairly well; maybe there is something to the Japanese stereotype after all. Unless that's Chinese. I don't know and don't care.

Your thong gets pulled down to your ankles, and I kneel in, between your legs. Grabbing you by the hips, I pull you to me, my cock at your slit. You weigh almost nothing. Your legs tense, on either side of me. Your eyes close.

There's a game I like to play with small girls like you. I have you by the hips, and I rock you against my cock. It's only in a half an inch. First I'm going to make you want it, against your will.

The big lump of hard meat at your slit bumps, over and over. It stretches your little opening. Your clit is out, and the movement of the head of my cock, under it, makes you shudder. Now I'm in an inch. You say something soft and frantic in Japanese. I give you another inch, and then pull out and start over.

Your eyes snap open. You just lost the fight against wanting it. Now you're fighting not to let me know you want it. I slide a hand over, grab your clit firmly, and shake it. Your eyes unfocus, and I rock into you, deeper now. You lick your lips... your legs start to wrap around me. That's a good girl.

I lean over you and fuck you. Your helplessness and trapped arms and little round mouth and breathy moans... your pretty little face and hard nipples... the tight waist, the helpless rocking of your hips... the lost, little-girl eyes. I pound you, and your moans turn frantic. Fuck yes. Bagged you, got you, took you down, and you love it.

I come on you. Not in you - you have to earn that. Then I pick you up like the little doll you are, and work your clit between my fingers as I force you to kiss me. You fight that, but that just makes it fun. The cum sliding down your skin... the way your dark hair flashes as you shudder... I bite down on your lower lip and that's what finishes you. You come, suddenly and deeply. You shudder helplessly in my lap, and I bite and lick your ears, lips and neck. I make you come a second time, and as you do, I whisper in your ear "I think you broke it on purpose."

You blush, deep red, even as the orgasm peaks. I smile, cruelly. "Go finish sweeping, and then shower. You sleep in my bed from now on."

When your orgasm subsides, you become expressionless, and nod yes, eyes down.

+++

I'm in the backyard, dragging some iron rod over to the tractor. The Combine's frame cracked and some of the supports snapped off, and they don't make these old Roto-Thresh models anymore. Luckily they didn't screw around in those days, and the thing was built like a tank. A few hours on it, and it'll be back to work.

There's different ways to do this, but for repairing cast iron I like acetylene-oxy and silver solder. It's not fussy and the join will last forever. For the supports it's going to be a little more work -- heat the iron rod to red but not bright red, pound it out with a hammer to shape it, and let it cool slowly. Then braze it over the old support. For good measure I'm going to wrap some rod around the rotor drive, because if that thing ever cracks it could do some real damage. I like working iron; it's fire and a hammer and some sweat and you get something that works. I have no love for working aluminum -- I get that it's cheap and rigid, but you need a fucking science lab to do repairs, with special flux and special gasses, and you can't tell just by looking at it when it's ready to be worked. One minute it's the usual dull grey and two seconds later it's melting and sagging to the floor. I like the older ways better; iron's more honest.

I get into it, heating the rod and hammering it around a form. The September sun shines down. It's a clear and hot day, but my charcoal fire, torch and the iron are hotter.

I know you're watching me.

You've slept in my bed the last week. I've fucked you a few times. Last night I didn't and I think that worried you more than the fuckings did. You've got it in your head that as long as you're good in bed, we're going to get along fine. It's a good thought and I'm letting you keep it.

The iron takes the necessary shape, slowly and surely. It's not necessary to be rough with iron -- you heat and beat it, and it bends. It's the heat that does the work; the hammer just provides direction. I like the sound of iron being pounded, and the occasional sparks. I can hear the echo of my strikes off the barn, and a fainter one from the cliffs a couple miles west. BANG-Bang.... bang.

BANG-Bang.... bang.

BANG-Bang.... bang. Squeak.

"If you're going to stand and watch, come out and help." I don't need to shout it; you're not far away.

You hesitate for a long time, but then make your way from the barn. You're in tight purple jeans and a clean white tee shirt; how you kept clean in that barn is a mystery. If it's not rust flaking off the pipe I store in the rafters, it's pigeon shit, or something Willis managed to fling out of his pen. Where a pig learned he can throw something by biting it and tossing his head I don't know, but the fucker's aim is improving.

I'm struck, again, by your size as you walk over. You're little. Five-two, in bare feet. I've seen you trying to look taller, in four inch heels, walking around the house -- with the rough oak flooring, complete with knotholes, that's not something I'd care to try, but it does make your ass look good -- but it's your tiny size that appeals to me. The iron bars I dragged over here for the repair weighs more than you do. My cock is as big around as your wrist. In a part of the country where women tend to run big and tall, you're exotic. You're just as fascinated by my six-three, broad and muscled frame. I suppose there's not a lot of that happening where you come from.

"Hold the rod steady, here."

"Burns," you say, staring at the rod.

"Iron doesn't work that way. The heat doesn't travel much, it stays where you put it. Grip it firmly or it might whip around and sting your hands."

You speak English fluently; I've heard you with your friends or on a cel phone. But with me you stick to short sentences and an expressionless face.

You grip the rod tentatively, find out I'm right, and then hold on hard. I get back to hammering.

After a bit I decide to take the shirt off. This is a dumb-ass move when you're hammering hot iron, but there's not a breath of wind today and the sweat is cascading down my face and back. I leave the jeans on, and the cut up leather chaps, because there are places I don't want hot iron visiting no matter how warm I get.

After fifteen minutes I kill the torch and lay the hammer aside, and look at you.

Apparently watching a man work does things to you. I can see it in your eyes - even though you keep them cast down whenever I look at you -- the fascination, the beginnings of arousal. The arousal amuses me. You don't actually like me. The sexual attraction you feel is something you'd turn off... if you could.

"Never seen someone work iron?"

"No. I know a silversmith who does jewelry. It is very different."

I know you're from Japan, but you don't look exactly like my stereotypical image of a Japanese girl to me. Maybe there's some Russian in you. Or maybe my stereotype is crap; there aren't many Asian girls around here. For someone without big boobs you're pretty hot, with that sexy mouth and a great ass.

Every time I've fucked you, you've come. I'd have thought you were faking it, but you lapse into Japanese as you come and I don't think you'd do that if you were performing. I got curious enough to look up some of the words -- that was a pain in the ass, because I had no idea how to type in those sounds. The few I was able to translate... amused me.

"Why were you watching me."

You look down and don't answer.

I place my hand on your hip, and stroke up along your side, slowly. Your gaze stays down. You don't move.

When people had asked around for a place to stay for a student who had money troubles, I'd said yes, sight unseen, on the condition that she'd do some housework and help around the farm as needed. You'd shown up on my doorstep, and you'd been very, very nervous... but there was something underneath. Hot little slut, I'd thought, without even knowing why. You'll be earning your keep, soon enough.

You're studying in this country, at a university an hour away. It took money to go there, and money to come to this country at all. Money troubles? You? Doesn't seem likely. Did you just figure Americans are so generous we give pretty girls a roof and bed for nothing? Or is your financial situation that fucked up? Or is there something more going on? I don't ask; it doesn't matter that much to me. The way you reacted to your first spanking told me everything I wanted to know about our living arrangement.

I let my fingers trace the side of your breast. You continue to hold very still. I let my fingers press into the soft, slight firmness. Your nipple is already beginning to harden.

"I know why you were watching."

"I was just curious."

I brush my fingertips over your nipple. You swallow.

I smile, sarcastically. "You can't get enough, can you."

"I don't know what you mean. Don't do this. Someone could come and see."

My other hand moves along your other side, settles against your other breast. My thumbs work both nipples, through the tee shirt. I don't rush. You're not going anywhere. I watch the flickers of anger and shame on you rface.

"No one is stopping by. And this is your little turn-on. Having to. Being made to."

You swallow again. "No. I don't want this. But I know you'll hurt me if I don't let you touch me."

"Yes I will. Oh... I'm curious. What does Ma-dashio ke-zis-ke-dut mean?"

You blush, bright red. "You pronounce it so badly I do not recognize any of the words."

"Repeat it back to me."

Your nipples are rigid now, under my thumbs. Even the thought of saying it hits you hard. Interesting, but somehow I'm not surprised.

"No."

I rub, more firmly. "Repeat it back to me."

"No," you whisper.

"You've said it in bed enough times this week. Did you think I wouldn't look it up?"

You don't answer. I reach down and lift the tee shirt, slowly. You start to shiver. The bra clasps in front, and I open it.

"You are cruel," you say, suddenly. "You know I can't afford to go anywhere else."

Now my thumbs are moving over your bared, hard nipples. You're still looking down but that just gives you a view of the growing tightness in my jeans.

I pinch both nipples, slowly. Your gaze becomes unsteady, and there's a soft whimper. "You are cruel," you repeat.

"That's why you like it."

We both know it's true. You can pretend otherwise if you like. Ma-dashio ke-zis-ke-dut means hurt me. Maybe I'm not supposed to know that. I twist your nipples, back and forth.

"No. It's not true. Don't d-do this!"

I pull on your nipples, suddenly; it forces you to step closer. I don't have to baby you; you're not made of glass. Maybe that's the mistake boys your age are making -- seeing the little slim body and then treating you gently, deferring to you, white knighting you until you want to scream. Fuck that shit. You have a woman's body and I know what a woman's body likes.

One hand goes into your hair, and I force your face against my chest.

"Lick my sweat."

You close your eyes tight and bite your lip. Maybe the Asian stereotype about cleanliness has basis in reality. You always look like a polished perfect doll, after all. So maybe this revolts you. I grip harder, making sure the roots of your hair ache, and rub your face over my chest. Gasping, your tongue comes out, and you lick, shuddering.

"Pretty little tongue. Lick. Taste."

You're panting now. I slide my hand down your back and force your torso against mine, liking the feel of your hard nipples against my chest, and liking getting you slippery with my sweat.

You push away, frantically. I let you take a step back, but with my hand still in your hair. Then I reach down and claw your jeans open.

"Ever been fucked outside?"

That triggers something in you and you start to struggle in earnest. I just laugh. Your rendition of struggle in earnest isn't very effective. Or believable. There's a hammer two feet away from us if you really want to make an issue of this. Instead you're slapping me with open hands. As you flail, I rip the zipper down, and jerk the tight jeans lower and lower by rough and skin-burning, painful inches. Once they are down to mid-thigh, I reach for the panties and tear them off you. You whimper.

I drop the ruined panties at my feet. "That stings, doesn't it. And that's why you're wet."

"No! Don't do this! In bed only at night! I didn't agree to anything else!"

I drop down on one knee, taking you with me, putting you over my thigh. My hand comes down on your pretty and sensitive ass. A quick application of Farmer Dan's Instant Cure-All for Over-Talkative Women is in order here. You sob, and I whack your inviting ass again.

"Say it. That phrase in Japanese. Say it."

"Please! Don't! Stop this!"

Slap. "Say it. Don't say anything else."

"No- no-"

"Have it your way."

I grab the panties off the ground, wad them up and force them into your mouth. Then I get back to your ass-slapping. You're squealing. To my amusement, I hear Willis squeal in reply from the barn.

A pause, and I rub my calloused finger along your slit. The smell of hot girl mingles with the smell of hot iron and sweaty leather. You stop squealing, abruptly. So does Willis; it makes me wonder if you've been making friends with my Christmas dinner.

My finger plunges in. You're very much like iron -- apply the heat and then it's just a matter of shaping you. My finger works inside you, firm strokes, over and over. Then I whip my finger out, rub it under your nose so you can smell what a willing, eager girl you're becoming, and give you another slap. Your hands are clinging to my leg. I slide my finger in, again and again, and curl it hard.

"It's a matter of time," I tell you. "You'll come and then you'll be fucked. We both know what you like. You're turned on being forced, made to. Big hard American cock and big hard American hands abusing your pretty little body, and you can't help yourself. Molested, violated, tormented. You know all those words, don't you."

I slap your ass again. You're rubbing yourself against my leg now, squirming helplessly. I reach under and grab your bare breast, and my fingernail begins to sink slowly into your nipple as I fingerfuck you. You start choking on your panties.

"I'll take them out if you say it. Nod yes."

You shake your head no. Brave of you, with your ass already pink-

Slap! Slap! Slap, slap slap slap SLAP SLAP-

You nod yes. I pull the panties out. You gasp, half sobbing.

"Say it!"

"Ma-dasheo k-ke-zis-ke-d-dot" you whisper.

I roll you off my knee and on to the ground, on your back. I straddle your hips, and slap your breast.

"A! Ah! Ah no please no!"

Again, and again, my other hand settling over your throat. You can say no all you want, but you're turned on out of your mind. "Lick your lips if you want cock!"

"Please -- bed -- not here! Ah!"

"Think you're too good for some honest farm dirt? Be glad I didn't go to you in the barn."

I slap your breast again. You howl... and stare into my face, shaking. The anger is gone. You lick your pretty lips, defeated.




Rent Comes Due



I get off you, pull your shoes and jeans off you. I open my zipper and pull out something I already know you like. I force your lips against it. You mouth me, frantically; you can't help yourself now. In this state your only thought is to please me, and that's just the way I like you.

My finger sinks into you again. Obedient girls deserve a little pleasure, after all. I set the pace for your mouth and tongue with my finger, and you quickly settle into some eager movement that I like.

"You need the pain, don't you. It gives you permission to be the cock-sucking, cum-craving slut I'm guessing you weren't allowed to be where you come from. Do I have that right? Take it deeper, slut. You look good that way. Work for my cum."

I slide my finger out of you. Your clit is a hard, begging nub and I press my fingers around it, making you focus your attention there, and then squeeze, roughly. Your hips arch. I give it to you again and again, and you're shuddering, twisting, trying to get my finger back inside you; suddenly your eyes turn up towards me and you're pleading with them-

I kneel, haunches on ankles, and twist and drag your body over the stones so your legs are parted over me and you're on your belly. Ruthlessly I work my cock against your slit, making you crave it, knowing you hate wanting it. When you're shuddering in need I push it ruthlessly inside you, and then slap your tender ass, driving my cock deeper into you with each slap, and feeling it suck me with the action of your bucking hips. Over and over.

"Speak only in English," I snarl.

"No- no- don't make- ah! Ah! I can't -- think - Big. So big! Hurts! No more slaps, please!"

I slap faster, quick stinging fingerwhips now. You arch, tightening, slowly and helplessly.

"No -- more- I'll- please! Mustn't come! Please no!"

You lapse into Japanese. That's fine, you weren't saying anything either of us believed anyway.

A rough slap, and then I force a finger up your ass and curl it, while grinding up into you. You're screaming and convulsing around my cock and finger, hair tossing, body helplessly responding to my ruthless violation. One last slap and you thrash, sobbing, and then fall silent and spent.

As you settle, I take you by the hips and work my cock with you, until I jet inside you. You twitch as it happens, whimpering. You love cum.

+++

After a bit I get up, realizing that I've been kneeling in stony soil and even the leather on my knees doesn't make that comfortable. Your tits probably enjoyed it even less, and as I stir you do, too, rolling over. The front of you is dimpled all over from the stones. No blood, though.

You brush yourself off, give me the most hateful look you dare, gather your clothing and flee to the house. The ruined panties are left behind.

I stretch out. Shit, I have brazing to do, and it's hard to want to move after fucking you like that. But as always, the orgasm frees up my mind, and I can think and plan out the job. That's a funny thing about being a guy -- when you want sex, you get dumber and dumber until you get laid, and then suddenly you're this genius with your brain all shiny and clean and running at top speed. With my houseguest around I was going to be fucking brilliant.

I line up the worked iron rod, bang it a few times to cold-work a little adjustment into it, and fire up the torch. This combine is going to be needed soon; harvest doesn't wait.

+++

I head towards the kitchen. It's nine pm and I'm as hungry as a big dog that chased rabbits all day and didn't get one. It cooled off fast outside after sunset -- autumn making itself felt after an Indian Summer day. Coffee and a hamburger is my plan now.

I smell coffee. And not the burnt smell, so I didn't leave the old percolator going this morning. You're more of a tea drinker, so this is strange. I walk into the kitchen.

You're there, dressed in different jeans and a sweat shirt -- I don't keep the kitchen warm -- and there's food steaming on the stove. Something a lot more complicated than a hamburger. And in the oven -- holy pigshit, that's bread baking.

I just stop and stare at you. You look expressionlessly back, and then turn and stir something on the stove. There is no way it's all for you; hell, you could feed four people on that mess of food. And homemade bread? I know how much work that is. And I don't even have yeast in the house.

"Where," I say quietly, "did you get yeast?"

"Your neighbor," you reply, not turning around. "You mentioned he makes beer."

"I didn't hear you drive off." My neighbor is six miles down the road.

"I waited until you started the... machine. The harvester."

Yeah, I wouldn't have heard that little car of hers over that. Good thing, too. I'd have assumed she was driving to the police station.

"Did he charge you for it?" Hans was part Scottish, part Norwegian, and one hundred percent skinflint.

"No. He said the shock you'd have when you saw the bread would be worth thirty milliliters of yeast."

I walk over to the stove. Chicken, dressed in vegetables -- onion, peppers, spinach, something round and white. Another pot has Mashed potatoes. Chicken gravy in a gravy boat, sitting in hot water. Pudding for dessert. I'd forgotten I even had that packet of butterscotch pudding mix.

"I've seen you cooking a few times. You like soups. Some of those Asian vegetables, I don't even know what they are. Rice. You don't eat a lot of meat."

"Usually yes, I eat like I do at home. But this is for you, not me."

"I can't eat this much."

"It will keep for a few days."

"And where did you learn to cook all this?"

"It isn't hard. Internet. And I cook chicken at home sometimes too. It isn't that different."

I wasn't asking the big question. You're clearly waiting for me to. I've heard of hate-fucks. Did women do hate-cooking?

"Three more minutes," you say, "But the bread is not ready yet and the pudding needs more time to cool. I didn't time everything correctly."

I just look at you, sigh, and do what I'm supposed to do.

"Why did you do all this?"

"You worked hard today. I watched you for a long time. You worked and worked and worked, stopping only to... and then you worked for seven more hours. You must be starving."

"I am. But I'm used to putting in long days, especially as I get into autumn. I don't expect this of you."

You just stir. I smile at myself, ironically; I finally found a woman who talks less than I want her to.

I wash up at the sink, looking at you. You move off, to set the table for one.

"Have you eaten?"

"No. I will eat after this."

I look at you some more.

"I don't know anything about your culture. I've heard of geisha girls-"

"That was a long time ago. And I'm not pretending to be one."

"Eat with me."

"This is for you, not me."

"Fine, it's for me. I'll share it with you."

She looks at me, expressionlessly. Suddenly I walk over to her.

"Hold still." I lift your sweatshirt. There's one very small bruise where a stone caught her rib, but no other marks. You're clean and spotless. I drop the sweatshirt and start carrying dishes to the table, setting it for two.

"Seeing if I am clean enough to eat with you?"

There's straw in my hair, I'm covered in dried sweat and my shirt is covered with rust stain from the iron rod. Your hair is washed and glistens, your face is made up and you redid the nail polish on your fingers. You're clean enough to eat with royalty. I don't smell like royalty at the moment.

"Just seeing if you're bruised."

"Very little."

I settle at the table. "You cooked a feast. Bring it on."

Silently, you serve up. For one.

I tap the plate I set for you. Expressionlessly, you put about an ounce of chicken on it and a small pile of vegetables. I look it over.

"Is that how you stay so pretty?"

"You think I'm pretty?"

"You think I'd have insisted you share a bed otherwise? Look around you. Do you see rooms full of ugly women lining up for my bed? Trust me I could arrange that if I wanted it. Widow Willow can be here in fifteen minutes if I indicate she's wanted. Sit and eat. And I think another piece of chicken wouldn't kill you."

"It might make me ugly, like Widow Willow."

I look over you, critically. "Safe to say you have a long ways to go in that department."

You sit, and eat, silently.

I decide you're quite an education. You know exactly how to be silent to be insulting, or disapproving, or whatever the fuck you call it. An American girl would have raised her voice at me by now, and gotten the back of my hand for it. Maybe that's why I don't chase local skirt. Too mouthy.

I don't feel pressure to make conversation; I'm just not that way, especially when I eat. And you've got Silence as a Wall down to a science.

It's a well cooked meal, though, and my mom slapped one thing into me growing up, so-

"This is very good."

"Thank you."

"Thank you. You didn't actually my question earlier."

"It was not a good question."

"I still expect an answer."

You look at me, steadily. "That is very... American of you, I think."

"Well, you're pretty damn Japanese at the moment."

"What does that mean?"

"You're being... the word is inscrutable, I think."

"You have your stereotypes mixed up. That one is Chinese. Japanese girls don't know when to be quiet."

"I'd be lying if I told you I could tell the difference or knew a damn thing about either. I know a well cooked meal though, and where I come from, women cook these to be kind."

"That's true everywhere."

"Then you're being kind to me. Why?"

You hesitate. "In my culture... we believe certain questions should not be answered in words."

"You're here now, and in my culture when I ask you a question you answer it. Your ass is much too sore to find out what happens if that rule is broken."

She nodded. "That's your answer to everything. Beat it until it does what you want."

"It works. Now answer the question."

"Maybe I like you."

"Doubt it. I'm not stupid."

"Does farming require a lot of being smart?"

"Only if you want to make money at it. Which I do. You know, I kind of enjoy spanking you. But I sated myself on you pretty good earlier and I'm just not feeling much need for more. So if I do spank you it's going to be hard enough and long enough to teach you a lesson, and there won't be an orgasm at the end."

She looked down, and nodded. "You win. You will always win. Very well. You have made me your slave in bed -- and not even in bed, anywhere you want me. So I will be a slave, and serve you in other ways too."

"Huh. If that's supposed to shame me into kindness or something, just understand right now, it won't work."

"No. I'm just understanding my place."

"What else will you do?"

"Whatever you need."

"I don't need much, pretty. I take care of myself. Sex is the thing I don't enjoy alone. But I guess I'm not going to turn down meals like this one. I've never had myself a slave before."

"I've never been one so... openly. You will probably like it."

"So far I do."

You hesitate again. "You never use my name. Why?"

"Don't think I'd pronounce it right."

"That's the only reason?"

"That and the fact it is just the two of us and I don't need to use it to get your attention. When I speak, you listen. Hell, when I speak, you start to get wet."

Your eyes get cold. I ignore it. They get colder.

"It's pronounced Miyuki."

"Yup. I'd make a mess of that."

"You don't mind making a mess of me, but you won't make a mess of my name?"

I look at you. Maybe my eyes get cold, too. Not being a girl, I don't practice this shit in the mirror, the way you clearly have.

"When I make a mess of you, you come hard. You try not to but somehow you lose that battle every single time. Maybe you resent that, and maybe you only pretend to, but you've been responding to me since the first time you entered my house. You spent two weeks staring at the front of my pants, and I know what girls want. So don't try to sell me on not getting turned on out of your mind by the mess I make of you. But screwing up your name is just impolite and no one's going to get off on that. So I don't."

"I fake orgasms to make you stop."

"Pigshit you do. If you really wanted me to stop you'd lie there without moving and wait for me to finish. Don't lie to me, Mi-you-key. Why you need the sex to be the way it is, is your business, but don't pretend the things I do to you don't get you off hard, every time."

"And you like that."

"Hell yes."

"Why?"

"Which part? Are you asking why I like it when you come, or why I like slapping it out of you?"

"Why you like it when I come."

"Dunno. Give me a minute to think about it."

The meal is too good to talk much over, and I munch while I think. You eat slowly, but there's so little on your plate that you're already finishing up. I'm guessing you won't go for fresh buttered bread or pudding, either.

"It's like this. I'm not a gentleman. You spend enough time swatting a cow on the ass to get it to move, or shoving your hand up a pig's cunt to try to shift a breeched piglet, and you end up with a very straightforward view of things. Equipment works or it doesn't, crop grows or it fails. I'm not subtle, I never went to university, and I don't overthink things. I keep it simple when it comes to sex, too. Sex is simpler when the girl gets off. She becomes more willing to have more sex, and there's less fussing and pissy whimpering right afterwards. So I do what I can to make sure you come, whether you like the idea or not."

"So it is dominance. You seek to control me through my body."

I think about that. "Fancier words, but yeah, that's a good way of putting it."

"And you don't care if I object."

"You're wet, aren't you."

You stare at me.

"Check," I suggest. "Or I'll do it for you."

Slowly, hatefully, you stand up, and open the jeans. You didn't put panties on, I notice; you're probably tired of having them ruined. Your hand slides down, a finger slips in, and comes out shiny wet.

"Take everything off."

Seething, you obey me.

"I'm to be fucked among the dirty dishes?"

"I'm not going to fuck you. I had a nice hard orgasm earlier -- maybe you remember since you were there for it and all. And I don't like fucking on a full stomach. This is about you, Mi. It's cool in the house and being naked will remind you, every second, that you're allowed to stay here because you're pretty and fuckable. I want you to feel exposed, vulnerable and shamefully wet. You hate it, but standing there naked for me makes you even wetter, doesn't it."

"You enjoy shaming me. And you have no fear I'll poison you next time I cook for you?"

"Isn't that a Chinese stereotype?"

"It is Japanese as well."

"I'm not really worried about it. You want this. You don't actually hate me, you hate that you get off on what I do. Maybe no one's ever spanked you and fucked you without giving you flowers first, I don't know."

"I have enough hate to spend some on you."

"That just makes it hotter when I fuck you."

I stand up, step over to you, and wrap my hand in your hair. My other hand slides down your torso, and my finger penetrates you, easily. Staring into your pretty, angry eyes, I finger your tight little pussy. You stare back into my eyes as long as you can, but in the end, you're shaking and your eyes close, slowly. You desperately want not to come. I speed up, but at the last moment, take my finger out, wipe it on your breast, and walk away.

"So much for making me compliant by getting me off," you hiss. "Now I have to do it myself."

"You won't. You know you're not allowed to. I never even had to say it, you know that's how it is. Your sex is mine. All of it. Whenever I want it. I don't happen to want it now, and the fact that you do doesn't change that."

I clean up. No reason to add that to your duties, and I'm particular about where the dishes go on the shelves.

+++

That night you get into my bed, naked, and curl up near me, not touching me. The temptation to touch you simply because I can is strong, but I don't want to ruin this with pointless handling. You'll do better if I touch you when I want you, or when you need to be put back into line, and not otherwise.

Humans and animals aren't so different, I reflect. Show either one clearly who has the authority, and there's rarely any trouble...

I wake, suddenly. Your hand is fumbling between my legs, and you've already got me hard. Why I didn't wake up the instant you touched me, I don't know. I was pretty tired, but I can't imagine being that tired. You must have a very, very light touch.

You must be aware that I woke up, but I wait to see what you do. To my surprise you keep going, running a fingertip along the underside of my cock, then rubbing very gently against the frenum. And then down, petting with that one fingertip over my balls. It's fucking effective. When your finger slides up again, it strokes over the head of my cock, and it's slippery. You're panting, very softly. It sounds more like fear than arousal. It's a hot sound, either way.

Suddenly I twist, finding your hair in the darkness and forcing your mouth brutally over the erection you gave me. It fills your little mouth to choking, but I just grind in deeper. My other hand finds your breasts, and your hard nipple gets a slow, rough twist.

"Touching requires permission," I snarl. You're too busy gagging and gasping to protest. I punish your other nipple, and then pull your head back, letting you breathe. And then force your mouth over me again, snarling. You sound deeply frightened now, and I finger your pussy, roughly. You're very wet. The fingering quickly makes you more desperate for air, and your noises get frantic.

I push you back on the bed, get up, and pull some heavy waxed twine for leatherwork from my closet. In the semidarkness you can't see what I got, but I wrap some around your wrist a few times and you figure out what's coming. I loop it around a bedpost and knot it. You squeal in rage, but I overpower you easily and in a couple minutes you're spread eagle on your back, helpless. Helpless and wet and panting, with very hard nipples.

"Fuck me," you hiss.

My cock wants to. And it will, because I'm not going back to sleep with this erection. But you aren't in charge here.

"Hold still. That's not some nice soft bondage gear, that's waxed twine and if it tightens up it will fuck with your circulation. Another word out of you and I'll stuff your mouth with my underwear, which I promise you will be even less fun than yours."

I grip your hair to hold your head back against the mattress, and I start in on you. Slow nipple twisting, fingernails moving lightly under your arms, sudden rough fingering and then a very light clit massage. Nibbling on your nipple and then slapping your belly. Unpredictable touches meant to highlight your helplessness.

And then the combination of rough nipple sucking and the flicking of my fingernail against your clit. It gets to you, hard. Then rubbing, then flicking again...

"No...!" you moan.

"Be quiet. You woke me up, now you find out what that means."

In a few minutes you're shaking. I slowly drag you towards orgasm, whispering in your ear about hot and fuckable and helpless you are. I stop at the last possible moment, and then spend time tracing my fingers over your lips, cheeks, throat, breasts and belly. When I finally get back to your clit, you whimper urgently.

I bring you to the edge of orgasm again, nibbling your achingly hard nipples, fingering you and rubbing your clit, very fast, but not quite hard or deep enough. In the end you're sobbing. When you're drenched in sweat, I slide two fingers into you, and curl and thrash them inside you ruthlessly, snarling into your ear that you must not come. Your sobs turn piteous.




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Then I pull out, and check the knots, making sure the loops around your wrists and ankles haven't sunk into your flesh. Satisfied that you're not in danger, I roll over and pretend to drift towards sleep.

It takes a few minutes, but...

"Please."

I stir. "Yes?"

"Please, I want to come."

"I wanted to sleep, but you didn't honor that."

You're silent for a moment, and then whimper "Please. Use me. Please!"

It's probably very hard for you to ask. I smile into the darkness.

I shift, get on to you, and rub myself against your body. Your hips tilt up almost immediately. Slowly I push into you, watching your eyes. I begin to thrust. You're very wet.

"You may come -- if you kiss me, softly, sweetly, over and over."

You snarl, whimper suddenly, snarl again. "No."

I fuck you until I come. You thrash in frustrated and infuriated need the entire time, but even when I brush my lips over yours, you do not kiss me. Slowly kissing your unresponsive lips is as hot as fucking you, because I know what it costs you to hold back your instinct to obey. As I come I pull out, splatter you with it, move away from you and curl up. This time going back to sleep is going to be easy. For me anyway.

This should be a valuable lesson to you. You don't fuck with a farmer's sleep.

+++

When I wake up, around 5:30, you've managed to get a pillow between your legs, but you aren't having much success humping it, though you're contorting yourself hard to try. I check the knots again, and then ruthlessly and suddenly finger you, while licking and biting your lips. When your body is arched and rigid, I whisper "come", and fuck your mouth with my tongue as my fingers rape you. Your orgasm is a thing of violent, infuriated beauty.

I get out of bed, wordlessly. I have a lot to do today. I fetch a small knife from my jeans and cut you free; you probably have studying to do today.

+++

We're not sexual for the next few days; it's time to pull in harvest, and the hands and I are in the fields, doing sixteen hour days. There's a much appreciated meal waiting for me every evening, and my eyes close hard as soon as I find bed. You've taken to pressing against me as I fall asleep, but there's no more groping. I don't touch you back. If I'm going to start what I don't finish, I want to be awake enough to watch you burn.

Come Saturday the hands and I are doing final gleaning and the massive amount of cleanup a harvest makes for. We'll be bailing hay soon, and the garden needs work.

You're around the house today, which means the garden work puts me in sight of you. You're in a halter and shorts, and while the halter would work better on someone fuller up top, the toned stomach and hot ass make up for it. I don't need the hands seeing that, and I walk over.

"Get in the house and change. Jeans and a tee shirt, now. And heavier shoes, not those flip-flops. This is a farm, not a beach."

"You don't approve?"

"I don't want the hands seeing you and making assumptions about any extra benefits this job might come with."

"So," you say, softly and a little venomously. "I am all for you?"

"Yes. All of you, whenever I want, all for me."

I take your wrist and walk into the house. For a few steps you protest and end up nearly dragged, but you get your feet under you and accompany me with some dignity the rest of the way. Once inside I march you to your bedroom, with the perfectly made and untouched bed and the neatly hung clothing in the closet. "Change."

"No. I like that the men can see me with way. Let them wonder if you fuck me."

"They don't wonder, they assume it. If I have to undress you you'll end up with more ripped clothing. As poor as you are you can't afford that."

You just stare at me. I spin you around. The halter is tied in back -- women's clothing always seemed to me to be designed for as much fuss and bother as possible -- and I claw the knot open. No bra. I yank down the shorts. No panties. You're panting and gasping, and looking back over your shoulder at me. Fuck, I have things to do, but...

I force you to your hands and knees. My cock comes out and your long, thick black hair is in my hand. I press my cock against your ass, and you make that tiny hot ... You're already wet.

"Don't think for a minute I don't get it," I snarl. "You wanted a fucking and you knew how to arrange it. We'll have a little conversation on what I do with manipulative girls, later. For now-"

I push in and pound you, pulling you back by your hair. It's fast and brutal, and because I'm angry I come fast and hard, not giving you time to get there and not caring that you don't. I jet inside you, and then use your mouth to clean my cock off.

"No clothes for the rest of the day. Stay inside," I pant. "You're mine, you're not for the hands."

"I have a friend coming over in two hours. We need to study."

"A guy from school?"

"A girl. Why?"

"Fine. You can have your shorts and halter back. Is she pretty?"

"Why?"

"I'd learn to answer questions if I were you."

"She's alright. Do you like blondes?"

"I'm not asking for me. I'm asking because if the hands see two hot girls, they'll find it necessary to use the bathroom in here instead of just pissing in the field. Stuff could happen. So stay in here."

"She'd like to meet Willis."

"The hands are out of here by five. Do it then. And I'm not liable for either of you getting hurt in there."

You nod. "You know you left me very needy. Would it be so bad if the men found me?"

"You think everyone is as nice as I am?"

"Do you think I am interested in 'nice'?"

I stare at you. "I don't have time for this conversation, even if it is fascinating. When your friend leaves we'll continue it. Believe me we will."

"I look forward to it," you say, sarcastically.

That went too far. I slide my belt from my jeans. It's supple leather and moves easily. I fold it double.

"It will mark!"

I bend you over my knee. "It didn't last time. But I'm angrier now. Let's find out."

I'm no expert on this, but a hand and a belt are two very different things, and I mean this to burn. I bring it down fast and hard, and you cry out. The red welt forms quickly. I have the other cheek a similar kiss, and stand up.

I'll check you for a bruise this evening. Don't think you will, but even if it does you aren't going to the police.

I walk out.

+++

I finish up the garden, check on the barn, and head back out to the fields. One of the hands was fucking with the bailer, which is the simplest piece of gear I have, and he managed to mount the spool wrong. I fire his ass on the spot and get someone with some grey in their hair to fix it.

By 4 pm the hands are packing it in, and I head to the house. My one thought is a shower and a drink. Sasparilla is a tradition in my family during harvest, but the modern stuff doesn't have the bitter kick that my father's did. After a few mouthfuls, I give up; it's crap.

Voices, from your room. Girls, talking. I take no interest in girl chatter, pass by, and fire up the shower. Time for a new furnace before winter, I decide; it's not going to last, especially the way you go through hot water. I'm not exactly a 19th century farmer, but I was still raised that hot water is something you use when you need to, not want to. After the last few days of sweating out, though, I need to.

Clean shirt, clean jeans. Harvest went well, not that there's not a ton left to do. But I got rain when I needed it and the rest is just hard work and knowing how. It was a good year.

I'm in the living room, treating myself to a little music, when footsteps approach. Not yours. Your friend must be leaving.

She's not. She walks over to me.

Blonde. Maybe 21, hard to say. Curvier than you, and taller. Pretty in a sort of german ice maiden sort of way. Angry. It must be something about this farmhouse, I think. Angry girls come here.

"I'd like a word with you," she says.

I kill the music and look her over. Shorts and a tee, but fairly modest shorts. She's clearly not the slut you are. She didn't use Sir to address me. That's just bad manners.

"Probably more than one, seeing as you're a girl and all. What's on your mind?"

"You're making Miyuki sleep in your bed. That's wrong."

I look her in the eyes. "Seems to me it's not your business where anyone sleeps except yourself."

"It's wrong. She's a nice girl."

"We're talking about Miyuki, right?"

"This isn't funny!"

"This," I say, pointedly, "is absolutely her business and none of yours. This is my house and you just got yourself uninvited to it. Bye, now. Don't let the door hit you in the ass on the way out."

"You have to leave her alone!" she explodes.

I stand up, slowly, and slide the belt from my jeans. Twice in one day, I reflect. I'll have to mark this day on the calendar.

"You wouldn't dare! That's rape!"

I'm not a legal expert, but I'm pretty sure rape involves penetration, which isn't in my plans. Assault, though, is. Then again, she's trespassing as of now, and the county judge is a cousin and the chief of police is an uncle, so...

"Recommend you leave now," I say through clenched teeth.

"When I do, I'll take her with me!"

Suddenly I have her bent over the couch, and the supple leather of my belt impacts her shorts... hard. Maybe I need an anger management class, I reflect. I gave her another, harder. She shrieks. It can't sting the way it does on bare skin, but I'm willing to bet she's never been so much as spanked before. I don't understand parents these days.

I give her a few more good smacks, harder each time, and then push her towards the door. "Bye now."

She flees, sobbing.

You were watching, from the stairs. You're all made up, and wearing lip gloss.

I look at you. "You told her."

"No. She guessed. The bed was dusty."

"Things get dusty around harvest sometimes."

"I told her that, but she's not stupid."

"You liked watching her get punished."

You say nothing. I walk over to you. Your nipples are showing through the halter. You're looking at the hardness of my cock.

"You're turned on," you say. "Even though you just had me, whipping her got you hot."

Hard to deny, with the erection. "Could be."

"We are both hot, and no one is around now."

You haven't come recently. It's clearly getting to you. "Take your clothing off."

You obey me. You're very visibly aroused, arms back, eyes down, hair cascading over one shoulder.

"Turn around."

I inspect your ass. It's red but not black and blue. Your friend's might be a different story.

I slap your ass. "Hold still and take it."

Slap. Slap. Slap.

"You like hurting me," you whisper.

"I can take it or leave it. I'm all about my cock when you get right down to it. But I'm fascinated by what humiliation does to you, and how you want to please me even though you don't like me."

I slap your ass again, and then reach under you and slowly push my finger into your slit. Your legs shake.

"Why is that, 'Yuri? Are you just that much of a slut? Or is there something else going on?"

"I don't have to answer-"

My other hand goes to your breast, and I yank the nipple upwards, so you end up on your tiptoes. I keep you there as I finger you, roughly. After a few seconds you're struggling to stay on your toes and whimpering in pain every time your knees buckle.

"Yes, you do have to answer."

"Muh- No- stop, please- hurts. Don't! Let go!"

My finger comes out and I slap your ass, still holding you trapped by your nipple. You're moaning and whimpering now. I reach around with my other hand, capture the other nipple, and keep you on your toes as I bite your neck and rub the front of my jeans against your very tender ass.

"Fuck! Hurts! No, please-"

"Masturbate," I snap.

Moaning, you do. "Fuck, oh fuck, please I already want to come so bad-"

"Faster. Think of your friend's ass and the way she sobbed when my belt hit her. You'll get that next if you-"

"Please LET ME CUM! FUCK PLEASE, THIS IS TORTURE!"

I let go of you, then push you to your hands and knees. My jeans come off.

"Nice girls get to come with cock inside them. Bad girls get fingered and denied until they scream for mercy." I slide two fingers back into you. "Let's see how much you can take."

"I c-could j-just come-"

"You won't. You aren't allowed and you need to be obedient. I don't know why you need that so badly, but you have to obey, you have to serve, you're a total slut, and you're all three of those things with me even though you don't like me. I'm not one for a lot of prying, but I'm curious about all that now. So you're going to explain."

I reach my hand around and work your clit.

"Please. Please! I HAVE TO CUM! YOU'RE EVIL! JUST FUCK ME!"

"That's what good girls get. Rammed by cock, over and over, coming your brains out. Feeling my cum trickle out of you while I make you come again. But bad girls-"

My fingers rape you, or it would be rape if you could make yourself be as unwilling as you wanted. My other hand torments your nipples again, then forces itself into your mouth so I can make you gag in time to the violation of your pussy. You start to come, but I take my fingers out of your pussy and leave you squeezing down on nothing.

"-bad girls feel pain and humiliation, and roll in a man's cum, and go to school that way, and get called names like slut and cum-whore and cockwarmer, and beg for orgasms until they are hoarse-"

You collapse onto your belly, roll over and plead at me with your eyes, rocking your hips sensuously. I pet your aching breasts, slowly, and then slap one. You nod, suddenly and brokenly.

"My mother," you whisper. "She hates men. So much. My father left and she didn't... recover. She caught me with a boy once and she spanked me with a bamboo rod while he watched. Afterwards he found me and fucked me, brutally, and dumped me. I came from his fucking, and afterwards, I came over and over, remembering it. I need- I don't know what I need. I need to please, I'll do anything. I need to earn my pleasure. She taught me it's wrong to come and wrong to make men come, but I love coming and making men come so much. I- I need to be made to and when I am it's so fucking intense- I know it's fucked up. It's like you're raping me every time, except I want it so it's not rape. You -- you're so hard. Arrogant. I hate nice boys. Use me. Force me. Force is so hot. When you spanked her I wanted to come. If you'd have fucked her I would have. Your workers, I wanted them to find me. But then when you said I was only for you, that was so hot too."

"Back on your hands and knees."

"I can't, my legs won't work-"

"Now!"

You try, but you really are unsteady. I grab your hips and push into you, pounding you. Your arms collapse and cross, making a place for your head. The way your hair flows out over your arms, your tiny waist and round ass... I get rougher, grip your hair, snarl-

"Let me come," you whisper. "I can't hold it back! FUCK! FUCK PLEASE! USE ME HARDER! FUCK, OH FUCK YES POUND ME OPEN, HURT ME, FUCK I'LL DO ANYTHING! JUST LET ME COME!"

You are batshit crazy, but I come in you and then on you, and then slump. I drag you against me; you lick my shoulder, shaking, whimpering. I toy with your hair, then tilt your head up and make you look at me.

"Would you really get off on watching me toy with your friend?"

"Yes. Please, I can't think. That was... shattering. I want to come so much. You're being cruel."

I trace the cum on your hip and hold it up to your mouth. You lick my finger, slowly, trembling. I smile, darkly.

"Your obedience fascinates me. Not a lot of loyalty to your girlfriend, though."

"She is just someone I study with. And she is... I think your word is prissy? She's had two boyfriends and only sex with one of them. She thinks that makes her very superior. She was fascinated that I shared your bed even though she acted all horrified. I will tell you something. If she ever comes back here, it means she wants you. Girls can be that way. A man who isn't afraid to discipline... you know what it does to me. It might be the same with her. If she comes here again, corner her and watch her hands. They'll be restless. Look for the signs -- nicer shoes, sexier shorts, eyes looking down, not away. If you see that, pounce without mercy."

"And you have no trace of jealousy at the thought of me toying with her."

You shift, sitting on my knees and facing me. You place your hand over my soft cock, look up at me questioningly. I nod, and you caress it, lightly, artfully. You add your other hand. You have such small hands.

"You have made me to talk, and I promised myself I never would. So now I am your slave in that too, and I will tell you everything. I want to see you get to her. I want to watch as she's dragged to your bed, and tied down. I want to hear you call her names and see you blindfold her and then make her feel helpless, and watch her get aroused against her will. I want to watch her hate it, then shake from it, then need more. I want to watch her cry and beg as you tease her open with your cock. I want to listen to her want to hate you, then lose the fight to the needs of her own slutty, desperate body. When she's begging I want you to force me over her and make me lick her nipples. I'm not attracted to girls and she isn't either, but I want you to force us to feel arousal and repugnance at the same time. Then I want you to fuck me on top of her, so she feels the brutal impact of your body taking mine. Don't let me cum. Take your cock all wet from me and make her suck it while I'm forced to lick her pussy. Edge her, push your cock deeper into her mouth while I rub your balls, and make her drink your cum, and then make me lick her mouth clean. Finger her while I'm forced to masturbate, watching her fight her orgasm. Make her cry. Make me kiss her again as you spank me. Mock her for aching to come as you finger her, then slap her. Edge me and make her listen to my begging until she's pleading for her turn, then fuck her until she can't hold back the shameful, shattering orgasm. Then spank her and send her away, leaving me to burn in bed next to you, sobbing because I can remember every moment of her torture and am not allowed to come."

You have me hard again. Not hard enough to fuck, since I just came, but hard enough to like the sensation of your hands. You look down at it, and then back up at me. "Please," you whisper. "You have me begging, what more can you want? Look at me. Look at my heartbeat in my nipples, listen to my breathing. I can't take any more. Please. Please?" You shift. "Let me take you inside and masturbate to the sound of your voice."

"Will you kiss me as you come?"

"That is only for a man I fall in love with."

"I don't want your love. I want you humiliated and needing cock so badly you'll do anything." She's kneeling over me now, and I take my cock and run it against her slit, over and over.

"Please -- please don't -- please-!"

"Do as I wish." I put my hand on your ass, and rock you against my cock. You mewl.

"If I kiss- it won't be real -- I'll be faking-"

"I don't care about that."

Suddenly her arms are around my neck and she's kissing my mouth, frantically, while rocking her hips, working me in deep. "Masturbate," I whisper, and your hand darts down, you rub yourself frantically; I reach up and grip your breasts, moving my thumbs roughly over your nipples. I pinch-

You arch, tighter, tighter, eyes going vacant and then closing, slowly, sweetly-

"FUCK YES!" Your mouth moves frantically on mine and your body tosses in my lap; then suddenly you collapse. I guide your mouth over my cock and make you lick it clean.

"You... you always make me lick it. Why?"

"Hot girl smells ok, but cold girl, no. And I like how you look, serving me."




Rent Comes Due



"I will make her serve you, too. I'll tell her you make me suck your big, hard cock, and you come on me, but you won't fuck me until I crawl for it. That will get into her imagination and make her burn. She'll want you to take her before you take me."

I stroke your hair, smiling darkly.

+++

You and I fall into a simple pattern. When I want you -- anywhere on the farm, any time -- I take you. Usually it's in the farmhouse, sometimes it's outside.

It's neither consensual nor non-consensual; somehow you blur the line, and the result is always hot. I feel like I can take you over and over, and never truly have you, so the sense of pursuit never diminishes. You're a living rape fantasy, a way to satisfy the internal fury a man feels when he sees a pretty girl he can't just take. I read somewhere that there are people who act out rape fantasy. That doesn't make sense to me; how do you consensually do something that's not consenting? But in you, the contradiction works. What I like best is when you dress slutty -- which you must do when alone in the house with me - and then fight your orgasm until I force it out of you.

The relationship is hard to describe. On the face of it you're a whore, exchanging sex for room and board and my occasional work on your car. Maybe I could think of you that way if you were dispassionate about it, or pretended to be friendly. But the intense reluctance and emotional distance of you makes it impossible to think of you that way. A whore would smile more, and fake orgasms freely.

We are never going to be friends. Someday whatever emotional damage that makes sex what it is for you will probably fade, and you'll want something deeper. I won't offer that, not to you and maybe not to anyone. I got a vasectomy a few years ago, when I realized that I didn't want family and children; I am to in love with my own freedom. I've seen guys like me acquire wives and browbeat the shit out of them. I don't like how the wives turn out: too quiet, emotionless, and by all accounts asexual. What I think of as a broke down woman.

That is part of my fascination with you; you seem unbreakable. Or maybe you're broken already, but scar tissue formed and now you are hard where you need to be, and helpless where I want you to be.

Today you're in translucent panties, a red bikini top, a choker collar and high heels. Not very subtle, but dressing as a slut for a man you don't like, gets to you. Whenever you bend over to pick something up, your ass is towards me. Sooner or later I'm going to do something about it. We both know it; I can already see the wetness marking your panties and you know all about the hardness in my cutoff jeans. But I don't feel the need to rush. Making you welter in the anticipation of your own plundering is turning you inside out.

When you were out, I installed a set of locking hooks in the living room, next to the fireplace. I also got some handcuffs, and a few toys. It's possible you haven't noticed the hooks yet; they are small and plated in dull brass, and mounted on a wooden plank wall. There's six of them, each rated to a thousand pounds, and the wall planks are mounted to the 6x6 oak pillars that were plentiful and cheap when this place was made. You won't be going anywhere. I've read about city sex dungeons, all concrete and soundproofing, and I laughed -- all you need is an old study farmhouse in the middle of nowhere. Scream all you want, sweetheart, the cows don't care.

I got you the choker the day after your study partner stormed out. You smiled when I gave it to you, and put it on. We both knew how it would make her react. You've told me she hasn't said a word about the spanking or brought up your apparent enslavement. I think that means she's learned her lesson; you think it means I got to her, and she's afraid to think about how much it affected her.

Maybe you're right, but I'm having trouble believing I hit the lottery twice and ran into two girls who like a man who doesn't let a girl call the shots. But I have to admit -- studying you, and taking a closer look at the women in town, has me wondering. There's a lot of politically correct cowshit out there about equality and rights and no meaning no and a lot of other crap every generation before my father's would have laughed their asses off over; I never saw much in political correctness myself, but I always figured the women liked it. Now I'm starting to wonder if maybe there's more interest in men who take charge than anyone's willing to talk about. That Miss Ames, now, she looks down when I walk by; I'd like a look at her browser cache...

To be fair, I know No means No. I also know Please don't, You mustn't, You wouldn't dare, You can't, I promised I wouldn't, You have to stop, and I have to go now, all mean Yes.

Tomorrow you're going to propose another study date here, on the pretext that you have an intermittent car problem and don't want to drive much, and that I'll be away all day. Both complete lies, both your idea. If she shows up... that's all the proof I need that you're right. She'd never risk showing up here again if she wasn't tempted by what I offered.

You've taken it into your head to clean the fireplace. Kind of a waste, since September is getting on and I need to clean the flue soon, but you're kneeling on the raised slate hearth, legs pressed together, ass out...

"Don't move."

You freeze. You know the rules now. Some of my commands may have a little play in them, but Don't Move is an instant asswhipping if disobeyed.

You have one hand on the back wall of the fireplace, the other on the floor of the firebox. Your hair is wrapped around two sticks in a bun. You're a regular Cinderella, with soot on your palms and forearms, but I'm more interested in the back half of you at the moment.

My hand traces your ass, then shifts, sliding down the back of your leg, and up again. You have your legs pressed together, and I force a finger between them and rub it along the inside of your thigh. Your translucent panties make it easy to tell that you're getting wetter, and I know from experience that the inside of your thighs is one of your trigger points.

"I've been thinking," I announce. You bite back a reply whose sarcasm would probably have gotten your ass red.

I scrape a fingernail, lightly across your clit.

"I don't figure I'll ever understand all that goes on inside your head, but you seem to be fine with that so it's not keeping me up at night. I never met a girl that didn't need love, though. Sooner or later you'll be looking for someone kinder than me. So you and I and this... someday it ends and you move on. That makes me want to use you more, and more... ruthlessly, I guess is the best word. Take all I can while the taking is good."

I run my fingertip along your slit, teasing very lightly. "Sex without love... I guess people could say it's all unfulfilling and shit, but to me it just means I'm free. Free to use you however I want, no regrets. It's a fucking rush. You're like the most addictive drug ever. And I think you know that."

I slide your panties down to your knees, then pull them taut around your legs and tie an overhand knot in the cloth. It won't hold long if you force your legs apart, but it gives you the sensation of bondage, if you don't test the knot too hard.

"Why you want me addicted, now that's a question... maybe you're all about the old, old exchange of comfort and security for sex. I let you be what you ache to be - a cock craving slut who needs it rough -- and take care of you at the same time. But then it doesn't figure you'd want to bring me another girl."

I stroke my finger along your slit, over and over and over. You're invitingly slippery, whether you like it or not. Your body tenses in rage, and I smile. Female rage is impotent and sometimes amusing.

It's not long before you're shivering for reasons that have nothing to do with rage. Your pussy controls your mind; I control your pussy.

I push my finger in. "Don't squeeze down. Don't move at all."

The finger curls inside you, differently each time. Warm, wet silk. You're already beginning to pant.

"So I figure that's about watching a girl get humiliated, the same way you are, and that makes it easier to accept what I do to you. It's ok to be a cock-craving slut if other girls are. You want permission."

I slide my finger back out, and trace your asshole with the wetness. You stiffen. I continue to tickle lightly... and then push in, slowly.

"I've never fucked a girl in the ass before. But you have to allow it, don't you. Your rules say you really do have to give me whatever I want..."

In and out, slowly. Your legs are beginning to shake. My guess is it's your first time for this, too. I bring my other hand to your slit, and now I'm fingering you in two holes. That gets a sudden, shuddering gasp.

"She's going to come against her will, while you watch. That's what you want, isn't it."

You don't speak; just a tiny nod and a soft, choked back moan.

I unzip. Now the rest of you is shaking. Suddenly you whisper:

"Please. Pussy first. I don't ask much. Please."

It's the first time you've asked anything at all. And seeing as without some lubrication it's risky, it's what I had in mind anyway. I wonder if you'll think I'm being kind.

I slide my cock into your pussy slowly, then wrap an arm around your small frame and begin to work your clit with my fingers.

"I'll do to her what happened to you," I murmur. "Grab her, spank her, then force her onto her back and show her my hard cock, and when she tries to crawl away-"

You cry out, gasping, squirming. I begin to hump you, brutally. Your gasps turn to sobs, but I'm not here to get you off.

I slide out, and start to press in, higher.

It's slow going, and your gasps and shudders are not of pleasure, or maybe it's a dark pleasure. My fingers find your clit again, to distract you from the slow stretching...

It's not as different a sensation as I expected, other than the tightness. The difference is in the power of it. I'm not doing this to get you off, not even in your twisted, indirect, "I must not come but oh I have no choice" way. This is purely me taking you for my pleasure; you are a thing to be used. From the way your body tenses and shakes, you're weltering in the degradation of it.

"Anything I want," I whisper. "Say it."

She shakes her head no, panting.

My finger stabs up into your pussy. The head of my cock is almost in and your panting has changed to whimpering. I push in, a little faster now.

"Say it. I don't have to be this gentle."

"Fuck you."

That's unprecedented from you. I push in, forcefully, and push two fingers into you brutally.

"Big fucking mistake, girl. I'm not as nice as you seem to think I am."

Thrusting. You curse in Japanese, bracing against the filthy walls of the fireplace, but there's no escape from my cock and what my fingers are doing inside you. I add a third finger.

You scream, and the orgasms start, suddenly and violently. Even as pissed as I am, I grab your hair to prevent you from bashing your head repeatedly against the brick. You shriek in Japanese again, and then cry out.

"Rape me harder!"

I haul you backwards, still inside you, twist you, and grip you by the throat while ravaging your pussy walls. Your words are cut off, but you come again, more violently than I'd ever imagined a girl coming, even while you're trying to crawl away. I curl you tighter and bite the side of your neck.

You're sobbing and convulsing. I can't tell when one orgasm stops and another starts, but not having to hold back on you is so impossibly hot that I don't care. My cock is rigid inside you and suddenly I come, impossibly fast. I pull out, spin you, slap your face with my cock. I'm dimly surprised it doesn't leave a dirty mark, just the wetness of my cum.

I force another orgasm out of you with my fingers, watching you still try to crawl away. You suddenly arch, biting your lip so hard I see a drop of blood.

Then you collapse. To my shock you've passed out, or at least fallen asleep.

I wash up, and then gather you into my lap, as I sit on the sofa. You stir. I grip your hair and make you look up at me.

"Don't use that language again."

"I won't. But it got me what I needed."

+++

Autumn is winding down; I do the haying, which is so mechanized it barely counts as farm work. I do a few friends' fields, too -- I owe them for some water they sent my way when the piping got screwed up last spring, after the messy thaw.

I spend some of that time thinking about your sexuality -- the rape fetish, and desire to see other girls get pushed. I don't expect to understand it, and I'm not all that worried about it But it's not any kind of normal I'm familiar with, and just maybe I need a little more information.

I switch off the bailer, climb up into the cab of the harvester where it's cool and quiet, and punch a phone number I haven't looked up in while.

"Heinrich. This is a surprise. You finally decided you wanted some adult conversation?"

"I have Willis when I want that."

"Ha, you still name your pigs Willis. You know the real Willis died of cancer two years ago, right? You don't have to symbolically slaughter him every Christmas anymore."

"Yeah, but it never gets old. Was his death painful?"

"Very."

"I guess there's justice after all. What's new, Barbara."

"In the last ten years? A couple of grey hairs. Get down to it, Heinrich, I have dinner to think about. Why are you calling?"

"Girl troubles. More or less."

There was a bit of a silence.

"I'm trying to decide if I should be flattered or just laugh at you. But I guess who else would you call? So is it that Japanese girl?"

"She's a little young for me, don't you think?"

"Well that just confirms it, doesn't it Hinny. I mean how old was I when you got me behind the barn?"

"It wasn't behind the barn, Barbs. That was Jennifer. I treated you to a nice bottle of wine and a comfortable spot in my bed."

"And I didn't treat you to intoxication of a minor or statutory rape charges. You're welcome."

"Appreciate that. But you're still the woman who understands me best. And this girl is just... odd."

"Oh, she likes you?"

"Not that odd. She sort of hates my guts, cooks me dinner every night because she chooses to, and has what I guess I'd call a rape fetish."

"Damaged goods, Heinrich. Get yourself uninvolved. How old is she?"

"Twenty, I think."

"Ha. You're not going to be able to leave her alone, then. What exactly are you asking me for here?"

"I guess I want to understand the rape fetish thing. She likes it hard and dirty and disrespectful."

"And you think I can help?"

"Barbs..."

"Just because I'm female doesn't mean I understand all females. Some do like it rough, but I'm no expert."

"You put up with Jim for two years, and he's not all about candy and flowers, I'm thinking."

She paused. "You always were kind of a bastard, Heinrich."

"My father wouldn't have appreciated that. Come on, Barbara. I'm having a wonderful time. Do I wake up some morning with a knife in my gut?"

"Nah. You've got that big cleaver in the barn. But it would have happened already. Look... a girl that age is supposed to still have a few illusions about guys. She obviously doesn't. She wants to be liked or she wouldn't cook meals. She feels like she's not worth kind treatment or she wouldn't want it rough and... what is the word, debasing. She's trying to earn something or pay for something. Does she get off on it?"

"Yeah. Hard. I'm surprised the neighbors haven't complained."

"Huh. I don't know then. I mean I like it when someone is forceful with me, it's kind of flattering. But that's not the same thing... alright, here's what I suggest. Take her out to dinner. Not anywhere local, get out of town. Nice place, private table. Be nice, get her a little drunk. Bring her home and cuddle. Kiss her forehead. Affection. You know what affection is, right?"

"Barbara... you and I could have had something. We didn't, but you don't have to be mean about it."

"Hinny, honey, you and I would never have had anything. My instincts are damn good, seeing as I'm a woman and all, and trust me I'm right. There are women for guys like you, I'm just not one of them. Nadia, now..."

"Miss Ames? She doesn't give me the time of day."

"Ask her sometime. She'll give it to you to the second, in any part of the world. It's kind of amazing what guys will miss. But she's twenty seven, too old for you..."

"Funny woman. Anyway, so, affection. What happens then?"

"Maybe her shell will crack and whatever it is will come out. Sounds like the poor girl needs that. And Heinrich, I know what you get like. If you're bruising her up-"

"I'm a bastard but not an asshole. But there is one more thing. Miyuki wants me to get with a girl she knows in college. And not in a nice way. You ever been tempted to get one of your girlfriends spanked?"

"Uh... no. Not even a little. There's a couple I think need their mouths slapped by a guy hard enough to do it right, but that's not sexual. So she wants a threesome? You're really living the dream."

"Or her nightmare. This is why I called. A girl wants to be pushed to the floor and taken... not a problem, I get that. A girl wants to see another girl tricked into rough play... I mean, sure, the more the merrier, but I don't understand, and I feel like maybe I should."

"I can't help you. If someone slapped one of my girlfriends there'd be hell to pay. And tricked into rough play sounds like rape to me, so watch your damn step."

"Alright. And you're not pulling my leg about Nadia?"

"No, I'm not. She's a sweet woman and it's long past time you noticed that. Knowing you you'll fuck it up, though."

"And Nadia's the candy and flowers sort?"

"She looks that way, doesn't she."

"Uh... yeah, but you didn't answer my question."

"Smart man. Anyway I have a pot roast to get going, Peter's stopping by."

"Sounds enjoyable."

"Yeah, a good cut, I have some fat to trim but-- oh, you mean Peter."

"That's what I thought you were talking about."

"He's lost twenty pounds, working though harvest. He don't need much trimming now."

"Well, enjoy."

"You too. Stay out of jail. And... call anytime, Heinrich. Doesn't have to be once a decade."

I chuckle and hang it up, not that there's anything to hang on these phones. I kind of miss that; banging a phone into the cradle was a satisfying way to end a call. Pushing a little picture of a button... eh. Too much modern technology is designed by little boys for little girls.

+++

I was in the barn when she drove up. I was a little surprised to see her actually show. I was getting an education, it seemed, on women. I watched her get out.

Sneakers, no socks, shorts, but again, nothing too short. Tight across the ass, though, which pretty much said it all. Halter top. Angelica, you said her name was. "Angelic." You look the part, tall, thin, blond hair, not huge in a tit area, and that tight, rounded ass that I've already become acquainted with. Pretty enough, with the innocent, give-nothing-away look.

I wonder how naïve you are. Do you really believe I won't be here today? Are you hoping I will be... or just clinging to the belief I won't be, so you don't have to admit you're fascinated by what Miyuki gets?

The arrangement is simple enough. You get her in your bedroom. When the conversation turns sexual, you'll close the drapes. That's my cue to slip into the house and get into the room below yours, so I can listen through the old brass heat register in your floor. When I judge the time is right, or when you tap your foot on the register, I'll make my way upstairs.

Time passes. I run a hose over Willis, who appreciates the relief from the late autumn heat and the occasional horsefly. I don't figure you'll bring up any intriguing topics right away. I sweep out the concrete slab, and get out a paint brush to daub the wood posts of Willis's pen with bitter orange and paint. He flings a chunk of old rubber hose at me; I catch it and fling it back, smacking him in the flank. He grunts, noncommittally. Willis and I have a decent working relationship. I'm looking forward to Christmas.




Rent Comes Due



An hour passes. I check your window every few minutes. Just as I'm looking away, I see the curtains shift.

I make my way into the house, quietly, and position myself to listen.

"So he left you," I hear you say, flatly.

"He was a prick."

"When did you find out he was cheating?"

"When Marlene told me to my face. She's a total skank and doesn't care who knows it. I'm sure she's happily taking it up the ass every night."

"He wanted anal?"

"Eh... no. Maybe. He wanted... never mind. I just... I mean I'm not easy, you know? And a lot of girls are. So guys tend to... ah, shit," she says, bitterly. "How did we get on this topic?"

"You brought it up. My experiences with boys haven't been so good either."

"So you still sleep in his bed?"

"That's not what I mean. Those experiences are amazing. I mean with boys, not men. They'll push for a week for a five minute fuck. Then they apologize for being jerks. It's contemptible. Nothing is worse than a boy who apologizes for what he wants."

"So you do still sleep in his bed."

"Every night. I'd be spanked if I said no."

"Yuki there's room in the dooms now, a few people dropped, you could-"

"I like his bed. I like his hands, gripping me, bending me. I like that he doesn't apologize."

"He fucking spanked me!"

"So you finally want to talk about that? I know. I watched. I watched you get whipped. I also watched you get aroused. He knew it too."

"I should have gone to the police."

"But you didn't. You got wet instead. And I sucked him off afterwards."

"Fuck, that's sick. Seriously, we shouldn't be talkin-"

"I'm not afraid to talk about what I like. Be honest with me, girl to girl. You were furious afterwards... but did you masturbate a lot the next day? Never mind, I know you did."

"Shit, Yuki!"

"There's no shame in it. I respond to his forcefulness. You do, too. It's too late to say you don't. Even if you wanted to lie, that blush says a lot."

Pause.

"What is it... like? I" Angelica gives a nervous giggle. "Look, ok. We all have the... fantasy, I guess, of the guy that just... makes you. I don't mean rape, I mean when they just look at you and demand stuff, and it gets to you. Is that what happened to you?"

"No. The first time he touched me was a spanking. I'm good at hiding it but I nearly came."

"Did he use a belt?"

"No. His hand. He only uses a belt when he's very angry. He only used one on me once and I think not as hard as he used it on you. Couldn't you tell he was the sort of man you don't give orders to?"

"No one's ever spanked me! I mean how the fuck does he dare?"

"He took one look at me and knew what a spanking would do. And it's the same with you. And about your spanking? He was rock hard afterwards, and came all over me -- but he was thinking of you."

"Shit. Stop. Look, I get it ok? Yes. Ok. Afterwards I found it... hot. But it's wrong and I never want to see him again. He's fucking scary."

"Even if he only used his hand next time?"

"I'm not into spankings!"

"You weren't. Things change when a man touches us. How many times did you come the next day?"

"Look, whatever, I had a crazy horny day, it happens."

"No, I'm serious. How many times? You remember every orgasm. How many?"

"Why are you pushing to know?"

"Just making a point. Five?"

"...six."

"And you judge me for sucking his cock?"

"It's not the same fucking thing! He's -- I mean I'm not into -- look, just because he- I mean I don't judge you, I just don't understand why -- how --"

The toe of your shoe taps against the register as you get up. "You do understand. You understand how a powerful man can turn a woman's body inside out. I get hot just thinking about what he does, Angie, and the truth is, you do too. I think you only confronted him to see what kind of man he is. Well, you found out. And you liked finding out..."

I walk upstairs quietly, and stand in the doorway, silently. The change in the light makes her turn around, and her eyes go wide. You smile, seductively and evilly, to me.

"Angelica. Enjoying my hospitality again?"

"You- Um..." Her eyes go to my hands. And then to the floor. "You shouldn't have spanked-"

But she can't finish it. Instead she stutters "I shouldn't have said what I did. I'm sorry. It's none of my business."

I move, and stand over her. She doesn't know where to look. "I should leave. I'm not welcome here."

I wrap her pretty blonde hair in my fist, and force her to look up at me. Risky. But I can see the arousal; the jeans are tight across her ass; and suddenly she's panting. Maybe she thinks it's just fear.

"This time you're welcome to stay -- if you behave."

"What the fuck? Let go!"

"He won't let go," you purr. "You're curious about this, we both know it." You slip over to her. "Don't make him spank you again. Or is that what you want?"

"You're both crazy," she shouts.

"And you're wet. Do you think I can't smell it?" I say. I can feel her shaking.

"I know why you agreed to study here," you whisper in her ear. "And it's ok. Look at his hand. Think about what it does to me. Don't you want to see it?"

I slide that hand over your breast. You whimper, softly. "He's trained me to respond to his touch."

She stares at it, and then shakes and tries to get free of my other hand. "Stop. Stop it. I'm not into... any of this. Groups. I don't do-"

You reach over and tug the zipper of my jeans down, and draw me out. I'm hard. She stares at it, stuttering "Stop. N-no. Stop it! Stop. This is s-sick. Miyuki, you set this up, why? Let go of m-me!"

You lean forward and lick my cock, slowly. "We have to please him," you murmur. "He'll be... nice... if we're good girls. We're both going to suck his cock and get our pussies used."

"Stop! Fuck I'm not-"

I drag her mouth to my cock. She turns her face away, but there's a soft whimper.

"He heard that," you whisper. "He knows what you felt. He knows what you want. That smell, that thickness, that warmth. Your mind goes crazy. Lick it. Like this. You want to. Lick it."

I twist her hair, forcing her mouth back. "Lick it."

"Lick it, Angie, or he'll spank you again."

"Lick it," I growl.

"No! No! Stop, please stop! I- I don't-"

I haul her over the bed, face down. She struggles, legs kicking. You reach around and find the snap. She howls in rage, but you yank the shorts down.

"Pretty panties," you comment. "Pink. It's as if she wanted this... isn't it."

I slap the inviting ass, hard. She shrieks.

"Yes it hurts, but it gets better and better," you whisper in her ear. "And you can't help but get wetter and hotter."

"You crazy psychotic bitch!"

I bring my hand down again. "Maybe, but she's my psychotic bitch, and you'll be nice to her in this house." Slap! "And you really" Slap! "do have a" Slap! "hot little ass."

"Stop! Don't do this, stop!"

Slap!

"It's not even the pain," you whisper to her. "It's the strength. You can't get away. He's not frightened. He knows you want it. It turned you on so hard last time and he knows that. He knows why you chose those panties. He knows why you came back."

Slap!

"Stop," she moans. "Stop. It's not true!"

Slap!

"No one's ever going to know," you whisper. "How turned on you get. When he's done you're going to need that big hard dick in your pussy. So will I."

"Miyuki... you talk too much. Suck my dick while I get this ass pink." I yank down the panties. Slap!

She's panting. "P-Please stop. I know I was rude. Please. You already p-punished me. Please stop, I'm sorry!"

Slap!

You start to lick my cock, moaning softly. I force her to turn her head to watch, and slap her ass again. Her shivering becomes a nonstop thing. Her eyes are huge.

"Stop," she whispers. "It... really hurts."

I slide a finger between her thighs. She shivers harder.

"You get wet fast, Angelica," I comment. My finger slides in, slowly.

She shudders. "Please, no."

"Please no what? Would you rather I went back to spanking?"

She's staring at my cock and what you're doing with it. "N-no," she whispers. And then: "she just... obeys you, why?"

Out comes the finger. Slap!

"I think you know why. You will, too."

"No! No I --"

Slap!

I slide the finger back in. She whimpers. "Why won't you stop. I said no. You're supposed to stop. Please!"

But it's a plaintive sound, and it just makes touching her more erotic.

"I don't take orders from girls in my own house. You like sucking cock, don't you."

She just whimpers more, staring at it.

"Miyuki... take your clothes off. Show Angelica how the good sluts behave in my house."

You strip slowly, pausing to run your hand up and down the length of my cock a few times. Angelica keeps staring at it.

"You can suck and be fingered," I tell Angelica. "Or I can go back to spanking. One pleases me and one pisses me the hell off. Fucking happens either way. Choose wisely."

"I -- I can't think-"

I slide my finger into her pussy again, and pull her by the hair towards my cock. She's whimpering in fear, but her lips part.

"I'm- not like this-"

Slap! "Never lie to me."

I press her mouth against my cock, and hold her there. She's frozen, shaking with the effort of not licking.

"He's going to fuck us both," you whisper to her. "It's nice... if you're nice first. Lick his cock."

She moans, shaking harder. "I -- no- please-"

"Like this," you say in the most sexy, depraved voice I can imagine, and you run your tongue over the head of my cock. Her mouth shivers against my shaft. I run my fingernails over her bright pink ass, slowly. Sobbing, she licks along the shaft, suddenly and helplessly.

"Good girls," I whisper. "Lick it totally hard so you can be fucked the way you need it."

"Why," she moans. "Why? I apologized. Why are you making me- Don't -- don't make me do this."

But the way she's licking makes it obvious that I'd have to pull her away to make her stop. I find it funny that a girl will still try to deny with her words what every other part of her admits freely. "A woman," I once read, "lies with her mouth but tells the truth with her eyes." I'm discovering just how true that is.

"But we want to do this," you whisper, seductively. "He makes us want it. That's when men do. They make us want it, and punish us when we lie about it. All those times you came, fantasizing about what he'd make you do...This was the fantasy, wasn't it."

"I- no-"

"Look at how hard he is. That's for you. He's going to fuck you."

"Please..." She's down to a dazed whisper now. I press her mouth against my cock, tighter, and her mouth immediately goes back to sliding along my shaft. I'm throbbing. This is fucking addictive.

"Undress her," I tell you. She shudders, looking up at me.

"No. Please. I'm not... into girls. I'll... please I can't think. I'll- fuck. I'll undress for you..."

"No," I snap. "Because you're too busy sucking my cock like the eager little slut we both know you are. Miyuki?"

There's not much clothing left to take off. You undo the knots on her halter, and it slides away. Her bra is next. Removing it does something to her, something dark and slutty, and suddenly she's taking all of my cock in her mouth. Her panties are still around her thighs and her jeans are bunched around her knees. You attend to her shoes and jeans, but I make you leave the panties where they are. I like the faint suggestion of her limbs being trapped.

A stray though crosses my mind: Miss Ames, spanked, her mouth forced against my cock... she seems so innocent and sweet. But a lot of women do. What would I see in her eyes? Maybe it's time to look deeper...

You moan, watching Angelica, and slide your body up against mine, moving your lips to my ear.

"Fuck her. Please, I need you to. Fuck her roughly. Teach her body what you taught mine. Teach her that she comes whether she wants to or not."

She hears you. The soft mewl she makes reveals everything.

I press her mouth down, choking her on my cock, cutting off her air. With the other hand, I rip her panties off her legs, shredding them. She screams against my cock. I slap her ass again, hard.

I push her onto her back. The shocked look in her eyes... I force her legs apart and then I'm pushing my hardness against her pussy. In. In. In.

Whimpering, you slide yourself into a kneel just beyond her head, grab her arms and trap them under your legs.

The fucking begins. She's slippery and tight and shaking, head tossing back and forth, hair everywhere, nipples hard. Perfect.

"Relax, baby," you hiss to her. "He's had a vasectomy. Fuck he's big, isn't he. It hurts when it takes me... I know, baby, I know. The thoughts that won't leave you alone. Why does it feel so good. Why can't I fight it. I can't come, I can't, he'll know I'm a slut. Am I just a spank loving, cocksucking, pretty little slut toy for the first man able to see what I wanted? I didn't know. How did he know?... Those thoughts just make you hotter. Ohh... he's pounding you so hard. Maybe if you milk him good there won't be any left for me. You do want him all for yourself, don't you? Oh baby, don't wince. I know your ass burns. But it just makes the pleasure deeper in the end..."

You slide your hands over her breasts, and begin to toy with her nipples. "I'm not into girls either, baby. But I'm into his orgasms, and he likes what I'm doing to you. I'm going to twist them... did that make you clench down on his cock?... He'll like that. Do it again."

Her eyes are suddenly blank, staring... she feels the beginnings of the need to come. She's fighting it. You see it, too. You twist her nipples back and forth, quickly. She moans.

"Please, sir," you whisper to me. "Please may I masturbate and come when she does. Please, look at me, I'm dripping into her hair. Please. I'll be... pretty for you... and I won't come until you say I can... please..."

How much of that you said just to fuck with Angelica's head I don't know, but it gets to me, sincere or not. I just snarl, and fuck Angelica faster. She's so slick, and her legs are beginning to rub against me. She's expressionless, in that hot way that screams she doesn't dare, dare show her true feelings.

"No," she whispers. "No. Not this. Not- fuck. Stop. Stop! I don't- I don't like it. Please? I don't-"

I pause, and slap her face, hard enough that she'll associate lying with punishment, and then run my thumb over her lower lip. After a moment, she's sucking my thumb. I take it away and pound her again. Her head continues to toss from side to side, and her legs slide against my torso, sensually.

"You don't like it? You love it," you whisper to her, panting now. "Please him. You don't want to be slapped again... do you? Please him with your body. You can't help how good it feels. Don't lie, he knows what this does to you. You're going to come so, so hard. So shamefully hard. You can't fucking help yourself. Sluts like us never can. And he knows it. Fuck you're so helpless, so stunned, but the way your body reacts is so hot, begging for more -- and more -- and more... feel that cock taking you. We want his cum so much. Make him gush-"

This time I slap you, for talking too much. Angelica moans wildly, her hips tilting up invitingly. You give a half-sob and fall against me, kissing my mouth, wetly.

Now I'm the one fighting orgasm. Your tongue moves eagerly, coaxing me. Angelica writhes under me, her arousal suddenly tearing to the surface, her moans and whimpers and pants eager and frantic and loud. You masturbate faster, groaning against my mouth. "You got her. Fuck yes. You can take anything now, fuck she's so needy, take more, no mercy - take every- everything -- I have to come, fuck I can't stop- I have to come!"

"Oh... stop?" whispers Angelica, one final time, in a little-girl, lost voice, but her belly is already starting to tighten, over and over, and the way her pussy is sucking at my cock is insane, slippery and hot and inviting-

You reach down and force your fingers, slippery with yourself, into her mouth. "Come for him. Come. Come, slut! Come or he'll slap you again-"

Angelica arches slowly and helplessly, shame in her eyes before they flutter closed. Then she's thrashing. "No...no, no, no, FUCK! I can't stop it! FUCK! FUCK! OH, FUCK!"

Chain reaction. I can't stop myself from jetting into her. You force your mouth against mine, open and begging for penetration, and I jet again, nearly screaming. Then you come as well, shrieking into my mouth, writhing and sobbing -- I grab hair and breasts, not knowing which or who, all that matters is shapes and gripping and taking, and that last burning jet and the sobbing noises you both make-

I collapse onto the bed. That was fucking unbelievable.

Angelica is shaking. "Why?" she whispered.

You open your mouth, but I snap my foot against your side, and you subside.

"Because I wanted it," I said. "Spanking you made me want more."

She's shaking, and I pull her against me, running my hands slowly over her. "I knew you'd... respond."

"But... you have her. Why me?"

"Now I have you, too."

"No. No, no, no. That's so wrong, and there's a guy on campus-"

I side my hand between her legs. She looks up at me with an almost sickened expression in her eyes. "Don't. Please?"

But I do. Slowly and firmly, I pet her body until it responds again. She closes her eyes, tightly, and then nods, giving a strange sort of approval to what I'm doing. When she comes again, I bite her just where the neck meets the shoulder, pinning her to the bed that way. Her orgasm is brief but violent.

"I'm such a slut," she whispers, afterwards. And then, "Please tell me the vasectomy is true."

"It is."

And the stray thought wanders though: does Miss Ames want children?

She turns to you, suddenly. "Swear to me. No one finds out. Ever. I'm fucking event coordinator for the Simone de Beauvoir Appreciation society, people would laugh at me."

"The feminist? No wonder you needed to get laid so badly," you say with a sardonic smile.

"Don't be a bitch, Miyuki. And actually, Beauvoir would be right at home in this room. She used to seduce her female students and then share them with Sartre. Threesomes happened. There's some feminism for you."

"Uh... you're a farmer?" she says, a little stunned.

"I'm a farmer. Who reads. Winter is a whole fourth of the year and Wikipedia is kind of fascinating, come around January."

"She later renounced that behavior."

"The hell she did. She saw sex without affection as liberating, a way to break free of a feminine role that she thought was an artificial construction of society. Trust me, Miyuki is practically channeling her right now. Well, not exactly; she wouldn't like the fact that 'Yuki cooks my dinners."

"I can't believe I did this... I need to leave."

"That's up to you," I said, equably. "But I will want you back here."

"Um..."

"Look at my cock."

"No."

I grip her hair. "Didn't you learn from being spanked and slapped? Look at it."

She shivers, and does. You smile. So do I.

"You'll be back here. What happened to you here is going to make you want it. You can't help that. I'll let Miyuki know when you're wanted again." I stand up. "Clean my cock, 'Yuki."

You nod, and begin to suck on me. Angelica just stares in a kind of fascinated horror.

"This is so messed up. It's wrong."

"That's why you came like that, Angelica. You need wrong. Your turn. Lick my balls."

"I'm not-"

"You are. Do it. Now."

Dazed and stunned, she crawls over the bed and tries, but the angle is awkward. After a few seconds of clumsy fussing. I take her by the hair and guide her to a kneeling position on the floor. She gets in and licks, and I stroke her hair, lightly.




Rent Day



The sun beat down on the cracked asphalt of the street, and the stagnant, hazy air hung heavy in people’s lungs. It was another unbearable day in the early summer. Steam rose off the sidewalk from the runoff of a fire hydrant that gushed water into the street and added to the humidity. The neighborhood kids enjoyed the urban watering hole. They darted back and forth in front of the mouth of the hydrant taking turns getting wet and cooling off, but their parents just sat on their stoops trying to breath slowly so as not to induce heat stroke. Everyone wanted the ice cream man to come by soon. He was still blocks away from their street. The few people in the neighborhood who had air conditioning stayed inside, but everyone knew that the block was likely to black out from time to time leaving them to come out and join everyone else on the burning street.

Those already outside just did what they could to stay cool. The old Italian men at the corner sat on their stoops and fanned themselves with racing forms. They argued with each other about baseball teams. They were the oldest residents on the street and they remembered back to days gone by and how they themselves used to run across the hydrant to cool off. They were too old to do any running now. The force of the water coming out of the hydrant would probably knock each of them over.

Two of the newer residents of the street sat under the awning of their building drinking shots of vodka. They did not care that the alcohol was only dehydrating them more. It was what they drank in the old country; it was what they would drink in their new country. They had neither children playing outside not memories of water flowing out of hydrants. What they did have was an uncanny idea of which horse would win today.

Two fat Mexican women sat on their steps in the sun not even making an attempt to find shade. They were yelling to their children to be careful and watch for cars as they drove past. The children did not mind the cars. They knew that each driver slowed down before approaching the hydrant because he did not want to skid in the puddle.

Every summer was like this, but this one had seemed to come early. Both May and June had been unseasonably hot and humid, and some tensions had already begun to rise. Two blocks away there had been a fight between neighbors that left one man in intensive care and another in jail awaiting a judge. It was all over loud music or some such stupidity. People did not need a good reason to go after each other this summer; they just needed a reason.

Vincent came down the street in a rented car towards one of the tenement buildings that he owned in the early afternoon, just as the heat was reaching its hottest point of the day. His whole morning had been a real bitch. The radiator of his car gave out, and he had to rent one while his was being fixed. It already cost him more than two hours of his day. He would have been done collecting the rent and on to other chores by now if not for that. He went through the same hassle at every building. It was always someone coming up short with the money. This time someone needed it for bail. Last time someone got laid off. The first of the month was always a pain in the ass.

Don’t these fucking people know I’ve got my own problems?

The bank was on his back over a loan that was turning bad. The city was on his back about faulty wiring in some of his buildings. His wife was on his back about the city and the bank. And his bookie was just on his back. To add to his self-pity he had to go up and down several flights of staircases in the sweltering heat collecting handfuls of sweaty money from people who thought that he was the bad guy for charging them for the privilege of living in his buildings.

These fucking people...

The thought always trailed off when he was feeling sorry for himself.

“Good morning, ladies,” he said with a disingenuous smile to the two fat Mexican women sitting on the steps. “First of the month.”

“Yes, we know what day it is. We do not forget.” One of the women answered him as she reached into her purse and pulled out six fifty-dollar bills.

The other woman got up and walked into the building without excusing herself. She thought that it was stupid for her sister to sit on the stairs with her rent money where anyone could come along and steal it. Moreover, she did not like the company of her landlord.

“It’s about as hot as it ever gets out here, isn’t it Maria?” he asked without looking at her. He pulled out a small book of receipts and began scribbling on the top piece of paper.

“Yes, it’s pretty bad. It reminds me of Mexico. It’s always like this back there.”

If you love it so much why don’t you go back down there, you fucking wetback?

“Yeah, I’ll bet it’s pretty bad down there.” He tore off her copy of the monthly receipt and handed it to her.

Her sister came back out of the building and handed Vincent three one hundred dollar bills. He filled out her receipt and gave it to her without making any conversation. He was in a hurry to get out of the sun, and he didn’t want to engage in any unnecessary chit-chat. It was so hot he couldn’t think of anything else to talk about anyway.

Inside the building he visited the remaining ten apartments taking the lower floors first and working his way up the narrow staircase that was poorly lighted even in the middle of the day. One by one he collected the monthly rent money from each tenant and handed her a receipt. He didn’t stop to talk, and most of them had nothing useful to say to him. 

On a day like this he was concerned that all they would want to do is register complaints, but even this bunch of complainers didn’t want to stand in a hot hallway and gripe. They knew it was pointless. Besides, they just wanted him to leave so they could get outside and try to cool off while waiting for the ice cream man.

Apartment by apartment he worked his way up the stairs until he came to his last tenant of the building. She was also his last tenant of the day. If there was anything worthwhile in owning these buildings, it was on the other side of the last door of the day.

Downstairs Maria started new gossip with her sister.

“That girl upstairs, she’s home?” she asked.

“Yes, she’s up there,” answered her sister.

“It’s disgraceful, she should be ashamed of herself. And she has a baby. That’s no way for a mother to behave.”

“It’s not her fault. Don’t blame her. It’s him. That man is a bastard.”

***

Lynette had seen Vincent coming from down the street. She stood next to the air conditioner in her bedroom and spotted him the minute he had stepped out of the rental car that he was driving. She wasn’t really looking for him; she knew that he would be around the first of the month. She was just standing by the window in the room she shared with her daughter trying to enjoy a little bit of air conditioning while idly staring at the scene in the street.

“Rent day,” she said to her daughter. “Oh well,” she signed with a depressed resignation.

It wasn’t like her daughter understood what she was talking about. She was just shy of fourteen months old, and she didn’t understand anything. That was probably a good thing. Better that the little girl did not understand what was happening, or at least what was about to happen. Better to keep the shame of it from her for as long as possible.

“What am I gonna do when you get older?” Lynette said. “I’ll have to send you outside…into the street.” She spoke sullenly and pressed her head against the hot glass of the window as she finished the sentence. She noticed Vincent downstairs talking to her two Mexican neighbors.

The hot street.

Vincent had always collected one hundred and fifty dollars from her grandmother each and every month, and her grandmother always had the money. It wasn’t much for rent, but it was what her grandmother could afford and as low as Vincent was willing to go. The section eight money was reliable as it was with most of his tenants, but Lynette’s grandmother was more reliable than a government check; he never had a problem collecting from her. Vincent had been willing to charge her less because she was old, because she was never late, and because that poor elderly black woman carried herself with a dignity that even a son of a bitch like him had to respect. 

However, Lynette’s grandmother was gone now, and the girl had been left to fend for herself and her new daughter with few job skills, an abbreviated education, and no real prospects other than her own government check. Now coming up with the money for rent was a problem. Now there was no one looking out for her and providing a place for her to live. She had to pay the rent. She had to buy the groceries. She had to be the adult. It was not a responsibility for which she was prepared.

Lynette changed her clothes after she saw Vincent enter the building. She had about fifteen minutes before he got all the way up the stairs. She took off the tee shirt and cutoff jeans she had been wearing. She wasn’t wearing a bra; it was too hot to be constricted in one. She had just let her breasts be supported by the tee shirt that was too small. She didn’t seem to mind that. All the girls wore them tight. She put on a short blue dress with large white polka dots. That and a pair of white cotton bikinis were all she wore. She buttoned up the front of the dress and leaned over her daughter’s crib.

“You be good now, baby. It’s cool enough in here for you. I’ll pull down the shade some more so the sun won’t come in the window.”

After a few minutes of doting on the little girl, Lynette heard a knock at the door. She knew it was her landlord. It was time for her to come up with the rent.

Lynette opened the door and saw him standing there. She did not make eye contact with him. She could not bring herself to look at him. She just opened the door wide enough to let him in, and without saying hello she stepped aside and allowed him into the apartment.

“Hello Lynette,” he said.

“Hello Mr. Vincent,” she replied.

“It’s the first of the month and all,” he reminded her.

“Yeah, I know.” She was looking at her bare feet.

“I see you’re wearing the dress. I take it that you don’t have the money today.”

“I just can’t save that much, Mr. Vincent. I have to by food for Lashawna, and the electric bill was higher this month because of the heat. I had to run that A/C day and night the last two weeks to make it cool enough for her to sleep.”

“I understand, Lynette. I understand. I know it’s tough for you. But it’s tough for me too. I have to get paid.”

“I know,” she whined a little.

“Well, I see that you’re wearing the dress. So I guess it’s the same arrangement as last time?” he asked.

“Yes,” she whispered inaudibly. She stared down at her feet and focused on her red toenails as she dug her big toe into the floorboard.

“What?” he asked. He knew what she said. He just wanted to hear her say it louder. It wasn’t enough that he had to taunt her with her poverty, he had to humiliate her by having her speak up.

Lynette looked up from her feet and turned her head to the living room sofa without ever looking at his face. “Yes,” she said. “Yeah, I guess so.”

She started to step towards the sofa, but Vincent stopped her.

“I’m very hot and thirsty,” he said. “Could you get me a glass of water and some ice?”

“Okay.” She hoped for a reprieve.

In the kitchen Lynette filled a glass with ice and poured some water into it. She handed it to him. He guzzled half the water quickly. The kitchen was as hot and humid as the rest of the building. Lynette felt a small trickle of sweat roll down her back. Vincent’s forehead was beaded with sweat. He brushed it with the short sleeve of his shirt, and then he finished off the water.

“So, how is the air conditioner working?” he asked. “Is it putting out enough cool air?”

“Yes,” she said. “I have my daughter in my bedroom with me so we can both keep cool while sleeping. It gets so hot up here on the top floor.”

Lynette took the glass from his hand, but he stopped her and held her by the elbow. Taking the glass back from her he placed it on a counter top behind him, then he turned to her.

“In here today,” he said.

“In the kitchen?” she asked.

Vincent placed his hands on her hips and squeezed her body through the blue dress. He could feel the heat from her body. She was warm from having spent so much time in the hot apartment. He looked down into the front of her dress and watched a small bead of sweat trickle down between her cleavage and disappear between her breasts.

“Yeah,” he said while staring at her breasts, “in here. In here today.”

Lynette’s landlord spent the next few minutes groping her young body with his sweaty hands. He never squeezed too hard. He just squeezed enough to feel the firmness of her breasts and the roundness of her bum. His hands grazed across her body from breast to cheek, and then from cheek to breast.

She turned away from his face and looked down, but that forced her to watch his hands roaming freely across her body. She was nervous, maybe not as nervous as the first time four months ago, but her heart beat a little faster and her body twitched.

Vincent was occupied with gazing down into the low cut opening of the dress. It was an inexpensive dress from a discount store that he bought two months ago to replace one that he had torn by accident. He felt a hint of guilt at the inadvertent damage to her clothes. He was taking advantage of this girl; pressuring her into something that decency should have prevented her from doing. He was forcing her to compromise herself and the values that her grandmother had tried to teach her so that he could sate his own vulgar lust.

Yet he had felt guilt over accidentally tearing a dress. It was one thing to take advantage of her body, but there was no need to damage her few possessions. He actually bought two dresses that day. One was a plain red dress, just like the one he had torn. Then he bought the blue dress with the white polka dots; it turned him on for some reason. The arrangement was that she should wear this dress just so he couldn’t cause any damage to her regular clothes. It was expendable.

Vincent backed off of her for a few moments. He unbuttoned his shirt and took it off.

“It’s as hot as hell in here,” he said.

“Yeah,” Lynette mumbled. She pondered over the word hell.

Vincent draped his shirt over the inactive radiator and unbuckled his belt and his pants.

“Unbutton your top,” he instructed her.

Lynette unfastened the buttons that closed her dress in front of her breasts while Vincent dropped his pants down around his ankles. His pale sweaty legs were a contrast to her toned black flesh. Vincent reached into the parted garment and with his right hand cupped his sweaty palm around her exposed breast. His left hand went up under her dress and grabbed at the white bikinis she wore underneath.

“Pull these down,” he directed her.

She was uncomfortable pulling her bikinis down, but she complied. She reached up under her dress and tugged them down and dropped them to the floor. As she stepped out of them, Vincent pressed her against the large wooden kitchen table and played with her nipples, twiddling them between his fingers.

Vincent felt his cock harden and he wanted more.

“Rub me,” he said. “Rub me with your palm.”

Lynette reached into his boxers and rubbed the tip of his penis with the palm of her left hand. Vincent continued playing with her nipples. There was something that he wanted.

Lynette looked at the floor to the side of Vincent’s feet. She tried not to focus too long on this middle aged white man who was groping her, but she never put up any resistance to his advances. It never entered her mind to say no or to say stop. The fact was that as uncomfortable as he made her feel emotionally he was less physically abusive of her than the father of her child had been. And even though Vincent may have treated her like a whore, he never called her one. That more than anything else caused her great confusion. The landlord would come over and fuck her for the rent, and then he turned around and bought her an air conditioner so the baby would not suffer the heat of the summer.

He was odd that way. He was always trying to gain some edge over other people as a shield against his own inadequacies. Yet when he had it, some sliver of humanity would interfere. Maybe it was the guilt over his only being able to get over on the poor and the weak. He never had any authority over someone with a backbone. He had never gained an advantage over Lynette’s grandmother; she was strong.

However, Lynette was weak and easily exploited.

“Lie back,” he said. “Lie back against the table.”

“It’s uncomfortable,” she whined.

“Just do it. Lie back against the table.”

Don’t irritate me, dammit. Just do what I tell you.

Lynette withdrew her hand from his penis and lay back and rested her body on the kitchen table. It was a large wooden table, and it did not wobble or show any sign of weakness. Vincent spread her legs apart and reached under her dress to run his finger across her clitoris. He pulled out a chair so that he could sit down and grope her body in comfort.

He pulled up the edge of her dress and revealed her mound of dark black hair. Vincent leaned in and took a long whiff of her sex. She had a ripe smell to her, as if she hadn’t bathed in a day. It could have been that, or it might have been that she had been so hot in the apartment that the smell of sweat just built up. Either way, Vincent enjoyed the pungent aroma.

He pressed his tongue against her labia and licked her from bottom to top. He lapped her like a dog, not wasting any time until he was in a frenzy licking her pussy. Each upward stroke got him more excited, and soon he was digging his tongue inside her sex. As he licked her between her legs he continued pulling gently on her nipples.

Lynette was always confused at this. This strange white man always went down between her legs. No man had ever done that before.

Brothers don’t go down there. Why does he do this?

What really confused her was the mixed message her body sent her. The nervousness and shame she felt when he ran his clammy hands over her breasts were accompanied by something else when he ran his tongue across her pussy. It was not uncomfortable. She was not sure if it was pleasant.

Vincent loved the smell and the taste of her heady slit. He was excited to no end to bury his face between her thighs and lick and suck to his heart’s content. He took deep laps of her labia, then he teased her clitoris with the tip of his tongue. He had a special name for it. He never told her what it was, but then again his mouth was full.

Mmmm, I love sucking on her little black-eyed pea.

He tugged on her nipples, trying to arouse them and make them erect. He pinched them between his fingers while sucking on her clitoris. Lynette closed her eyes and turned her head to the side so as not to look at his hands pulling on her nipples or his head bobbing between her legs. 

Sweat rolled off of her body now and gathered on the table beneath the small of her back. It created suction each time her back made flat contact with the table and created a rude noise when she arched her back. Vincent loved the sound. It was the rude sound of sloppy sex. He was hard as he continued sucking on her clitoris and twiddling her nipples. However there was something that he wanted, and he was too hot to put it off any longer.

Vincent stood up from his seat and stood over her body for a moment. Lynette had felt him rise, but she did not open her eyes. She just let him do what he wanted. Vincent ran his pudgy hands over her lean black flesh. He groped her breasts again. He groped between her legs. He groped her firm round ass. 




Rent Day



However, he had no real appreciation for her beauty. He didn’t admire her high cheekbones or her smooth, clear skin. He never took any time to focus on her bright eyes that grew dimmer with his every visit or the gentle slope of her nose against which tears rolled after he left. For now she was just something to satisfy his lust.

His lust focused on her nipples. He did take time to look at her breasts; he was always looking at her breasts. That was one of the things that intimidated him about her grandmother. Several years ago, when Lynette was just a teenager, the woman had caught him staring down her granddaughter’s blouse. She never said anything to him. She didn’t need to; she had a disapproving glare that spoke volumes. But here and now on the kitchen table those tits were his.

Vincent leaned over Lynette’s body and sucked her nipple into his mouth. He rolled his tongue around her now hardened nipple and sucked as much of her breast into his mouth as he could. He braced himself against her body by grabbing her hips with his hands and clenched her with his sweaty fingers. He sucked intensely waiting for it to come. He pinched her nipple between his teeth and followed that with another long suck.

Lynette squirmed on the table beneath her landlord. She closed her eyes tightly and grimaced as he sucked on her body. She clasped the edges of the table with her hands and gripped it with an almost white-knuckled intensity. She turned her head from side to side and struggled to breath, but the air in the apartment was humid and stagnant. Each attempt at breathing became a struggle, and the heat coming off Vincent’s body did not help.

Vincent got what he wanted. He had sucked on her nipple until he could taste her lactate. Now he sucked to taste as much of her milk as he could. He slurped at it: more rude sexual sounds that turned him on. He leaned over her body further and commenced to suck on her other nipple until it also brought forth her milk. He loved the taste it made as it mixed with the sweat from her body.

His own sweat rolled off of his forehead and dripped onto her skin. Even the sweat from under his arms dripped down onto her. The two of them were soaked by now. As Vincent tasted the fluid coming forth from her nipples and smelled her body he rolled his tongue between her cleavage and licked up the sweat and milk that rolled off her nipples.

He backed off of her and stood to catch his breath. Lynette felt him rise again and opened her eyes to see him standing above her with his hand outstretched. She took a moment to catch her own breath, but breathing was still labor.

“Come on. Get up. Stand up,” he gasped.

Lynette slid off the table and stood in front of him.

“Turn around. Bend over the table.”

She followed his instructions. Vincent slid the dress down past her shoulders and let it rest on her back. It was all bunched up around the middle of her body and it was damp with sweat.

“Spread you legs apart. More. That’s it. Now arch your back. Good.” She followed each of his commands and posed herself in front of him.

Lynette dropped her head and looked down between her legs as Vincent pressed his cock against her from behind. She could feel the head of his cock pushing into her vagina. He clenched her hips again. She leaned forward on the table and let him slide himself into her. She stared out the kitchen window and focused on the roof of the building across the street. A few random thoughts entered her head.

It’s so hot today. I can’t hardly breath. The table is a mess. At least I don’t have to look at him this way. 

From the street the sound of a song playing over a cheap loudspeaker became audible.

The ice cream man. Oh, hurry up and finish.

Vincent thrust his cock into her body and humped her from behind. He loved this position; it gave him a perfect view of her backside. He loved to see the curve of her spine, and her delicious dark skin as he took her. He also loved to wrap his hands around the front of her body and grab at breasts. He pulled her back into his chest and squeezed her ample bosom on each inward thrust. Feeling the heat of her back on his chest excited him, but it became an awkward way to take her.

“Lean back over the table,” he said. “That’s it. Arch your back. More. More. Good.”

Lynette arched her back and raised her butt into the air to give him the easiest access to her vagina. She knew from the last four months that this was his preferred method of fucking her: taking her from behind.

At least I don’t have to look at him. Oh, hurry up, please.

Her landlord continued humping her until he felt a promising surge build up. However, he didn’t want to come this way. He wanted her to lie on the table on her back. This time he wanted to get a good view of her body from the front when he came.

He pulled his penis out of her.

“Here, turn around. Let the dress drop to the floor; that’s it. Get back up on the table. No, no. On your back, get on your back. Yeah, good. Okay, now spread your legs nice and wide. Yeah, yeah, good.”

Lynette was disappointed because now she was probably going to have to look at him. She didn’t want to see any part of him. Her blue dress lay crumpled on the floor between his legs. Now she was fully exposed to him.

Just get it over with and get out. Why do you have to take so long? It’s so hot. The ice cream man will be leaving soon.

Now he could ogle every inch of her dark breasts while screwing her. Vincent pressed his penis back into her body, but this time as he thrust himself into her she slid back on the wet surface of the table. He grabbed her by the thighs and pulled her back into place like a rag doll. Then he started thrusting into her pussy once again. He kept a firm grip on her wet thighs as he drove himself in and out of her. His hand slipped off once or twice, but he was quick to recover his grip and thrust more.

Lynette concentrated on keeping her legs open and not looking at him. She kept her eyes open and turned to the left. She looked out the side window of the kitchen and saw the wall of the alley outside. She turned her head to the right and looked at the bare surface of the refrigerator. She just stared at the white surface of the big box and felt Vincent pushing himself inside her body. In the background she could hear the tinny sound of “It’s a Small World” playing over a cheap speaker.

Thrusting into the girl’s body was not enough for him this month. Ever since he had first seen her naked, four months ago when he first started taking advantage of her, he was obsessed with the girl’s pussy. The black outer lips of her labia turned to pink on the inside, and they were firmer than he had seen on other women, usually strippers. In fact he had wondered if she had ever considered giving dancing a try; she had the body for it.

She’d make a sweet piece of ass dancing on stage, jiggling up and down with these big tits bouncing around. She’d probably make a lot of money at it too.

However, he had not broached the subject with her. He probably would not. Why put her in a position of possible financial independence?

No, he had her body all for his own for the time being, and he intended to take full advantage of it. As he buried his dick in her pussy he slid his thumb inside her. He took her clitoris between his thumb and forefinger and gave a gentle tug. She did not respond to that, so he tugged a little harder. Lynette squirmed with some discomfort, but she did not protest. Vincent squeezed and tugged even more firmly the third time.

“Ah…oww,” she responded.

“Oh, so you like that, do you?” he asked as he pulled again.

“Aww…ouch. No…oh, oh.” She protested faintly.

It was mildly uncomfortable when he tugged, but the feeling of his slippery fingers rolling her clitoris in place was not painful. It was pleasant. She did not know how to respond. She did not want to enjoy anything he did, and she certainly did not want him to think she liked it. So she just lay on the table, squirming underneath him, and complaining weakly.

“Oh...oww. Ouch...ah, hah.”

“Oh, I think you like it. You like it this way, don’t you?” he demanded and thrust himself into her with more force.

“No, no. Ouch.”

“Oh come one, you’re just playing,” he thrust harder. “Tell me the truth. Tell me you like it.”

“Ow, ow, ow,” she cried as he tugged on her three times in rapid succession.

“Oh you like it. I can tell you really, really like it,” he grunted through clenched teeth and pumped harder and faster.

Lynette felt something different this time as Vincent rolled her clitoris between his fingers. Deep down inside something was welling up, but she tried hard to suppress it. She did not want to come.

No, please not with him. No, no. Not with him.

She held back as best she could while he fucked her furiously trying to reach his own climax. He wanted to come as much as she wanted to restrain herself. But her body twitched slightly. As much as she struggled to hold back, some little part of a climax had slipped out. Lynette clenched the table again and twisted herself to the left. As her leg shifted position she added pressure on Vincent’s penis. She accidentally got him to come.

“Oh yeah, yeah, yeah. Fuck yeah. Yes, yes. Oh fuck yeah,” he carried on as he squirted his load into the opening between her legs.

Vincent’s semen landed on her thigh and dripped down onto the table. They fluid that landed on her body mixed with their sweat and the residual milk that he had extracted from her earlier. He was spent. As his penis went flaccid he bent down to put on his boxers and pulled up his pants, sweaty legs and all.

Lynette slid off the table and picked up the damp blue dress. She backed up against the sink holding the dress in front of her with her arms crossed, but it was too late for modesty. She ran some water from the tap into her hands and washed her face with it. Then she turned back to face Vincent while holding the dress in front of her. A trickle of semen dripped down her leg, but she paid no attention to it.

He was covered in his own sweat, and he wanted to wipe it off before putting on his shirt. He grabbed a roll of paper towels and tore off the last five sheets to pat himself dry across his face, his chest, and under his arms. The towels were cheap and they got soaked quickly. He looked around for more. 

“Do you have any more towels?” has asked her.

“No, that was the last roll I have,” she answered.

“You don’t have any more?”

“No, that was it.”

Now Vincent, this monumental son of a bitch, felt some pity for her. It was the same as the time he had torn her dress. Now he had used up the last of her paper towels.

Ah fuck. What if she needs them for the baby or something? Great, use the last of the poor girl’s towels.

“Well don’t worry,” he said remorsefully. “I’ll get you some more in a little while. Is there anything else you need?”

“Some toilet paper and soap.”

He knew what he was going to do. He was going to fill a grocery bag with household items and bring them to her. Vincent put his shirt back on, buttoned it, and tucked it into his pants. He was ready to go now. Lynette still stood naked in front of the sink holding the dress in front of her. She wanted him to leave, and she didn’t care if he came back with anything.

Vincent sat down at the one dry spot on the table and pulled out his receipt book. As he had four times before, he made out a receipt for one hundred and fifty dollars, tore off her copy, and handed it to her.

“Now remember what I told you before. Keep these receipts. Make sure you show the housing agency that you’ve been paying your part of the rent. You don’t need any trouble from those people.”

“I remember. I keep the receipts,” she said.

She kept them in an envelope tucked away in the bottom of a drawer so as not to see them and be reminded of what she did to pay the rent.

Vincent got up from his seat and walked out of the kitchen and towards to door to the apartment. As he left the kitchen he noticed that the ice in the glass had completely melted. The song playing over the cheap speaker faded off down the street. Lynette followed to see him out and lock the door behind him.

“Like I said, I’ll bring you some more towels and stuff later today. I have a few more errands to run. Clean up and try to stay out of the heat. How’s the air conditioner working?”

“It’s alright. You already asked.”

“Yeah, right. Well can I get anything for your baby?”

“I don’t know. Can you please leave now? I want to clean up.”

“Sure. Like I said, I’ll be back in a while.”

Vincent turned to open the door, and as he did he spotted a picture of Lynette’s grandmother hanging on the wall. He only took a quick look at the picture, but he knew the face well. The face had dignity and respect in it. She was a woman for whom everyone on the street had respect. Her eyes were proud and noble. As Vincent opened the door to leave the apartment he sensed the picture glaring at him, and he felt more shame for what he had just done to Lynette than Lynette had felt for letting him do it to her. 



Rent is Due



//Author's Note: Howdy everyone! My name is Arkan Two-Worlds and this is one of my one-shots inspired by a certain fantasy of mine. It features two adult men in sexual situations, so, if you shouldn't be reading this, don't. Other than that, please enjoy, and please send me feedback to me via the CONTACT tab on my profile to see if I should continue this story. Thank you and enjoy! //

Summer meant higher electricity bills. Especially in the city of Adamsville in North Texas where the sun just happened to be particularly restless during the summer months between May and November.

And right now, in June, it seemed that the sun shone the harshest. The conditions were made worse by the fact there was nothing to do in Adamsville over the summer break. It was a hybrid college and farm town. Most of the students attending the prestigious Adamsville State University were gone for the summer break back to fresher climates; a few remained in the surrounding areas doing chores around their family farms.

For Daniel Garcia, it meant for a pretty lonely time, time that was dragging on and on. Even his two summer classes were advancing at one-half their normal speed. But he was a freshman and freshmen were encouraged to take summer classes because it "would make the four-year college experience more fulfilling" which is administrative-speak for "we want more money".

As the anthropology professor droned and Daniel half-assedly took notes, a little icon flashed at the corner of his screen. New email! One click, and it was a reminder that rent was due in three days. That would be a problem. Tuition checks haven't been sent out for students attending the summermesters. He had emailed them a week ago, but no reply. After an eternity went by, the professor let the students out. Daniel slammed shut his laptop and headed straight for the university's financial aid and scholarship office, hoping that they hadn't decided to take a three-hour lunch as was the custom.

Luckily, they hadn't.

Unluckily, they weren't very helpful.

Daniel walked in and right away realized it was going to be a losing battle. Still, he pressed on. Walking up to the student-worker at the desk, he asked to see one of the financial aid gurus on staff.

"Sure, she'll be right with you, please have a seat," the girl, a cute petite blonde who clearly had as much desire to be there as Daniel did, said.

"Right with you" is administrative-speak for 20 minutes later, as he would find out, and when he walked in the office, his patience was tested almost immediately.

"What do you mean, you can't send out checks yet?"

"We have to make sure that everything is in order."

"It's the first of the month coming up, some of us have rent to pay."

"If you're living in-campus, we offer stays of rent payment until the checks clear."

"I don't live in campus." Because I don't want to pay 800 bucks to be in a student dorm a mile away from my classes when I can pay 400 to live 2 miles away in a nicer place, Daniel wanted to add.

"Then you need to talk with your landlord."

"And if I get kicked out?"

"Well, hopefully your check clears and we can look at some temporary arrangements in the dorms until the next semester starts."

"Would that room be guaranteed?"

"It depends on how many applicants decide to opt for in-campus housing."

"That's a no." You bitch.

"I'm sorry we can't help you, but, sometimes things like these happen."

"At our expense," Daniel said and stormed out.

Three days to come up with $200 dollars. Parents were out of the question because the conversation would turn into Benjamin Franklin quotes and inquiries as to where the carefully allotted rent money had gone. Daniel knew that "whiskey sours" was the honest answer but not the best one.

Social networking could help, maybe.

The walk back home to the apartment was brutal to the point where as soon as he set foot in the apartment, Daniel passed out in a sweaty mess on the living room carpet. As soon as he woke up, he started calling up favors and hitting people up on facebook. But nothing solid. The people that owed him favors conveniently decided to be very broke at the moment, or were in vacation in Europe, or were simply not answering urgent phone calls, text messages, emails, or facebook messages.

The next day, a Thursday, was more of the same. With T-48 hours and counting, the "Save Daniel's Ass" fund was at half-strength. Daniel headed to the landlord's office to speak with him. Luckily he was there and there was no wait. The sun still beat down, hot enough to make him sweat in the short walk between his apartment and the landlord's cushy lobby and office. "Come in!" the landlord, Mason, said behind a half-shut door. Daniel walked in and sat down, sizing Mason up. Mason was in his forties, close-cropped hairs like Daniel's, solid, thick, muscle build, with strong arms. He wasn't too happy with the news about the checks.

"Look, Daniel, you've been a loyal tenant for these last six months, I don't want to kick you out but word will get around that I gave you a stay. A hundred bucks, you can get that in two days. But if I don't have it by noon on the first, we're going to be in trouble."

"But—"

"No buts," he held up a beefy hand. "Get that money."

Dejected, Daniel left and got online. All of a sudden all the "Make $537.23 a week online from home for free for fun!" posts were very tempting, but destitute or not, Daniel was not in the mood for getting his identity stolen by Nigerian princes. A friend of his suggested live webcam shows. That one was slightly more tempting. Going through the sites, he realized two things, one, the PayPal donations thing would take two days to set up. Two, there was a heavy male population in those webcam shows and some of them might want to see a face. It didn't bother him that men got off to him, it was something he had been occasionally curious about, but never went for it and he was fine with that.

"You're latino, and kind of cute. They'll go for that," the friend had said. Not an inaccurate statement. He was 21, short at 5'8", but fit. "Fine."

He registered an account and sent the information out, hoping that it would clear before deadline day. At the bookstore, he had only netted $15 selling used textbooks. Textbooks that were originally purchased for five times that money. It took a superhuman effort not to scream in frustration.

On Saturday, the fund had only gone up by $20, from a friend who had just returned, but he was still short of the necessary money. Mason was going to come by at 2 p.m., he had said in an email, and the check or cash better be on hand. Check or cash would have been the only options anyway, as Daniel didn't have a credit card to his name.

Maybe Mason would think differently today.

Daniel showered, threw on a shirt and shorts and shaved. He was going to pitch the idea of his new job prospect to Mason. At 2 p.m. on the dot, there was a knock at the door. Daniel went up to the door and sure enough, it was Mason, dressed in polo and jeans and sandals. I opened the door and he made himself right at home, kicking off his sandals and sitting down on my couch. "Want some water?"

"Yes," he said. "Do you have the money?"

"No, but,"

"I said no buts, get me my water."

I got him a bottle of ice-cold water from the fridge and handed it to him.

"I will have a new job tomorrow that can pay up to sixty an hour."

"What is it?"

"A friend told me about this site, Going4Broke, a webcam place."

"Oh, I didn't take you for an exhibitionist."

"I'm not, but I have to pay you."

"What would you do, just chat there with guys?"

"Yeah. Naked. Beat off on cam."

"Interesting, why don't you show me?"

"Beg pardon?"

"If I'm going to give you a reprieve for rent for the next few days, I want to make sure I'm going to get my money's worth. It'll be practice so you don't get stage fright."

The man had a point, and I didn't want to be homeless.

"Won't your wife mind?"

"We have a good relationship. She knows that I have to watch certain things to protect my investments."

"Fine."

Daniel slipped out of his shirt and shorts, and headed into the restroom to pick up a towel. He set it on the couch and sat down on it, feeling Mason's eyes following his every step. He sat down on the couch and began stroking his cock, erect now at six and a half inches, and four-inch thickness. "Good technique," Mason said, rubbing his hands over his jeans.

Daniel was close to coming when Mason said, "Stop."

Reluctantly, Daniel stopped.

"I have a proposition for you."

"What's that?"

"Do you like living here?"

"I do."

"Are you single?"

"Yeah."

"Good. I'll be blunt. If you let me fuck you, I will not only give you that reprieve, you also don't have to pay rent."

"I don't know how I feel about that."

"I'm not pressuring you to do anything. It's an opportunity."

Daniel was naked, Daniel was horny, and Daniel suddenly had a flare up for curiosity.

"I'll do it."

"Are you sure?"

"Are you sure about the rent thing?"

"Sure as sure."

"How do we go about it?"

"Well, for starters, wait, you've never been with guys before?"

"No, just girls."

"Interesting, well, I guess we're going to have to show you. Let's go to your room."

Daniel and Mason headed to the bedroom, and Mason took the opportunity to slap Mason's ass. As they entered the sparsely decorated room, Mason told Daniel to get on his knees.

"First things first, you will suck my cock."

"No kissing beforehand?" "No."

"Good," Daniel said, uncomfortable at that idea more than at the idea of sucking another man's cock.

The younger man got on his knees obediently.

"Close your eyes."

Daniel squeezed them shut and heard the sounds of undressing.

"Open them."

Daniel was face to face with a dangling tool, about six inches in size and two in width, but that quickly grew to eight and a half in length and six in width. It was cut, and it was...gorgeous. Daniel started stroking the shaft slowly, as he stroked his own dick a few minutes ago. His chest and pubic regions were moderately hairy, with hair on his chest and a strip down to the bush of his crotch.

"Are you sure you haven't done this before?"

"I'm sure. It's a cock. I know how to please myself."

"Then it's time you advance. Open your mouth."

Daniel opened his mouth and felt the engorged intruder hit the back of his throat. "Fight the gag reflex, but don't use your teeth."

Daniel obeyed again and began sucking his first cock. "Yeah, keep at it, don't stop."

Mason's movements were simple, he'd slide in, Daniel would lick the underside of the cock, and then swallow the cock to the back of his throat, have pubic hairs tickle his nose and fill his scent receptors with the scent of manhood, slide the cock back out, and repeat. Rinse, lather, repeat, and Mason's movements became faster and faster, and suddenly Mason plopped down a hand on Daniel's hair and began thrusting even deeper.

"You're going to....swallow...everything."

"Mmhh.." was all Daniel could respond. He was caught in the moment, aroused, a bit put-off, but so entertained at sucking his first cock. He tried to fight it at first but eventually he let his mouth be fucked until Mason suddenly shuddered and released jets of hot cum inside the young man's mouth. It took two gulps to swallow all the salty goodness.

"Such a good cocksucker. Do you have some lube around?"

"Yeah, desk drawer," Daniel said, once the hard cock had softened and slid out of his mouth.

"Good, get on the bed, face down."

Daniel got on the bed and made himself comfortable, stretching out his frame. Mason found the desk drawer and pulled out a bottle. The younger man looked at him curiously. Daniel had never been attracted to men, not in that way, but right now, he was feeling very appreciative of Mason's body, his thick, fair-skinned and muscled frame, hairless except for patches in his chest and pubes, very unconventionally attractive. He turned back, and his soft dick glistened in the light of the room. He walked over to the bed and laid down next to Daniel.

"Are you ready for this?"

"Yessir."

"You have a very feminine butt. Surprising, because other than that you're very manly for having so little hair," Mason said, caressing Daniel's ass, sliding his finger between the crack and making the young man shudder involuntarily.

"This is going to hurt. Just relax and enjoy it or when my cock fucks you it'll be even more painful."

Daniel nodded and heard a squirt, and suddenly a very cool sensation was in between his ass crack, and then, the pain started as the coolness probed his asshole gently.

"Ow," he said.

"Just breathe, relax," Mason said, his gruff voice soft as he coaxed his finger in. Daniel took deep breaths and more of Mason's thick finger slid in. As knuckles hit, Mason slapped Daniel's ass. He slid his finger out and coated it with more lubricant as it slid again, Daniel winced.

"Here is the thing you have to understand, when I fuck you, you're going to call me master. I'm going to make you my bitch and you're going to take my cum. Is that understood?"

"Yeah," Daniel responded. Mason slapped him again. "Yeah, what?"

"Yes, master."

"Good."

The finger slid out, and then Mason got behind Daniel and spread his cheeks. "Take a deep breath, and relax when you feel the pain start." More squirting, more cool fingers inside Daniel's asshole, and then a sudden presence at the entrance. Daniel took a deep breath and exhaled painfully as his asshole was stretched out to welcome the new intruder. Five more breaths, five more painful seconds as fingers gripped bedsheets and toes curled in the air as Mason's fullness entered Daniel completely. "Wow, you have such a tight ass. This is definitely your first time!" Mason said, massaging Daniel's ass. Eventually, the pain subsided. Mason sat up just a little bit and placed his left hand on Daniel's brown shoulder, his right hand caressed the young man's body.

"How do you like that?"

"MMmh, it feels...oddly good."

A slap.

"Feels good, what?"

"Feels good, master."

"Better."

Mason started sliding out slowly, and then back in, each movement followed by a slap in the ass. Then the movements started increasing in speed.

"I'm going to make you my bitch, do you understand?"

"Yes, master."

Thrust.

"Do you like to get fucked?"

"Yes, master!"

One slap, thrusts became more forceful, faster.

"Yes, master! I love to get fucked in the ass."

"Louder."

"Yes! Fuck me, master, fuck my ass hard!"

Daniel didn't know where the words were coming from, but they were his, and he was caught in the moment. One more slap and Mason placed both his hands now on Daniel's shoulders. "I'm going to cum soon. You're going to take it all, because you're going to be my bitch. I'm going to use you to take all my cum."

"Yes, master! MMhh...fill me with your cum."

"Beg for it, beg for your master like a good slut."

"Please master, fuck me hard, give me your seed,"

Daniel felt himself close to cumming. Mason pulled back on Daniel's haird and then let out a loud, primal, grunt, as he let loose jet after jet of sticky semen into the young man's body. Daniel came, too, spilling his cum on the bedsheet.

Mason then slid out gently,

As he emptied himself out, he slapped Daniel on the ass again and slid out. "I'll see you next month when rent is due. You got it?"

"Yes, master."



Rent Money



Melanie sashayed into the break room, a thick wad of cash in her hand from her day’s tips. She saw Todd March, the new cook from Atlanta sitting at the table smoking a cigarette. 

“Hey Todd, how’s it going,” she asked as she sat counting her tip money.

“Not so good. I don’t think I am going to make my rent this month. This cheesy ass job ain’t payin me shit.”

“Ah another overworked and under-paid employee.” She joked. 

“I’ve gotta do something to get paid or my ass is on the street.” 

Since he had started working on the cook’s line, Todd had shown himself to be an able if mouthy cook. Salted in his conversations with the servers were the usual heavily sexual but witty innuendos. She noticed the way that he usually looked at her, at her tits and ass as she walked around the store, and was flattered. Today she noticed that it wasn’t her cleavage, but the green in her hand that drew his eyes. 

Todd saw her watching him behind green eyes. She saw the look of greed prompted by need in his forlorn face and was ashamed. He tried a quick joke but it fell flat. Uncontrollably his eyes followed the wad of cash as she put it away in her apron. If only he had a hundred dollars he might be able to keep his apartment until he could get the rest of his rent. 

“When do you have to fork over the cash to your landlady,” she asked. 

“I have till Friday, why?” He lit up a borrowed Virginia Slim and blew a steady stream of smoke over Mel’s auburn head. 

“Just asking. Maybe there is something I could do to help you out. I’d have to talk to my boyfriend first though,” she shrugged. A glimmer of an idea was flashing in her head. There was something that she always wanted. Maybe this would give her a new opportunity. 

“I couldn’t borrow the cash off of you, Mel,” he protested, but hoped she would press him into taking it. He had been homeless once before but he had at least had a car then. Now he didn’t even have a sleeping bag. Short of knocking someone over the head he had no quick way of getting some cash. He had burnt all his bridges with his family so they were not of a mind to help him. 

“And I wasn’t thinking of lending it to you,” she laughed. “But there might be something that you could do where we would pay you something. Let me talk to my ol’ man tonight and I’ll let you know tomorrow.” 

“Hey Derrick, she said when one of the busboy’s stepped into the break room with a plate. “Sit here, I was just going to clock out.” She got up, waved to Todd, and zipped out of the room. “See ya tomorrow.”

The next day the joint was jumping. Todd and the other cooks had no time to play around with the servers. An opportunity to say anything more than hello to Melanie eluded him all evening. Just before closing, she approached him with a smile on her face. 

“Well, that was quite a good night,” she said waving her fat wad of greenbacks in front of him. “Were you able to get the money for your rent?”

His jaw clenched. He felt like a starving dog with her waving that cash around in front of his face. “I hocked what I could hock but I didn’t get near enough.”

“Well,” she smiled. “I may be able to help you out if you are willing to do a little work for us.”

“Work never scared me, Mel, no how. No way. But how am I going to be able to give them the cash tomorrow.?”

“We’ll work something out. Meet me at my car in ten minutes. I just want to tell Sharon and Livonda bye.” 

Twenty minutes of driving found them at a small apartment in the back of a large white Tudor house. There was a lean red motorcycle under the carport. 

“This is it,” Melanie shut off the engine and opened her car door. “Do you know where you are?”

“Yeah. Your house,” he laughed. He followed her up the drive and waited as she unlocked the door. He walked into the living room. It was a long rectangle that went all the way to the end of the building. The furniture looked a bit worn at the edges but comfortable. A tall bearish man with a fu Manchu mustache and wire rimmed glasses lay sprawled on the sofa. The television droned on, the volume turned low. 

“Rafe,” Melanie called as she hung her keys on a hook by a wall clock shaped like a square black cat. 

“Hey, babe.” He sat up slowly, dropping his booted feet to the floor and pushing himself to his feet. He clumped over to Melanie smiled, and swallowed her face. He wrapped his massive hairy arms around the small woman and grabbed her ass in both hands. 

Todd waited. He waited some more. He wondered if he should leave, as the groping did not look like it was going to end. 

“So Rafe, just get into port?” Todd ventured a guess.

“Huh?” Rafe let the redhead escape his grasp and turned his attention to the crew cut guy standing in the doorway. 

“He’s teasing you Rafe.”

“Oh. Ok.” He turned to Melanie and pointed a thumb the size of most men’s index finger. “Is this the guy?”

“I think so. Rafe. Todd. Todd. Rafe. Make nicey nicey, Rafe babe, don’t eat the guest. I’m going to slip out of these clothes and into, well, you know.” She went through a doorway unbuttoning her shirt as she went. 

Both men watched her shapely butt disappear around the corner. Rafe caught Todd’s glance and smiled.

“Great ass. We both like great ass. That deserves a beer.” He turned to the couch and opened a wooden chest that served as a table. Inside the chest was a Coleman cooler full of Coors. 

“Thanks,” Todd barely caught and held onto the wet bottle as it arched to him.” 

Rafe waved him to the couch as he folded onto it. The only other chair in the room was a floral recliner. It didn’t match the red leather of the couch and wasn’t meant to be its companion. It was in a corner by itself beside a bookcase flowing over with paperbacks and a tall floor lamp. The sofa had the chest, a remote control, and a sofa sized painting of some busty broad on a bike, riding topless across some desert scene with mesas in the background.

“Great painting. Do you ride,” Rafe asked.

“Babes or bikes?”

“You’re a funny guy,” Rafe punched Todd’s shoulder. His shoulder said ouch but only so Todd could hear it. “I think I am going to like you.”

“Liking me is better than not,” Todd said. 

“Rafe roared and hooted. He punched Todd’s wounded shoulder again. 

“Good, you two are getting along,” Melanie said entering the room.

Todd got a funny feeling in the in the pit of his belly where all funny feelings like to crack jokes that make other feelings cringe. The funny feeling in his belly was in a contest with a feeling arising from a lower level in his anatomy.

The smell of a high class herb wafted around the woman as she walked around Todd and curled up on the sofa between the ogling bear and the boggling human. The smoke, as it drifted around her hid more of her womanly attributes than the bits of chiffon uncovering her body. 

She smiled at Todd’s reaction. Rafe’s hairy paws encircled the woman’s waist and cupped her pink nippled boobs. He pinched them. A sigh rose up from around the twisted joint between Melanie’s lips.

“This is the deal, Todd. We will give you the money for your rent. You will get it on with us.”

Todd looked at Melanie. He looked at Rafe. He looked at Melanie. He looked at Rafe, who was beginning to laugh. He looked at the door. He looked at Melanie again. He looked at her boobs being mauled by Paul Bunyon’s twin.

“A threesome and my rent is paid, or no threesome and my ass on the street? My momma didn’t raise an idiot.”

“I hope not,” she said. “Sex with me is not what earns you the money though.”

“Excuse me?”

“She isn’t joking” man mountain said. 

“It gets me so hot watching my Rafe get head and other things from another guy. The sex with me is a bonus. I am paying for the sex with the both of us. And I do mean both.”

The joke fest in his belly quit. His body went silent. He stood at the edge of a precipice in perfect balance waiting for a breeze to push him over or keep him safe.

“I don’t think I can do this,” he said.

Melanie leaned forward, slid her hand between his legs and grabbed the bulge in his pants. “I think you can.”

He opened his legs a little wider closing his eyes he gave himself up to her grope. He sat there for a full minute while her hand massaged him through his pant leg. H was enveloped in the warm scent of her body and the good weed. 

She slid closer to him. Her breast slid over the bare skin of his arm. Her breath caressed his ear. All he needed was a little coaxing. He did not refuse. He just did not think her could do it. She was sure he could. His cock was ready and with most men, where the cock led he would follow. 

Rafe gently rose from the couch, slipped out of the living room, and down the hall. He sat on the edge of the bed slowly untying the laces of his boots. 

Melanie gently stroked Todd’s cock, whispering soft noises into his ear as if she was gentling an unbroken horse. 

Through his sighs he whispered his doubts that he could not do this. For every whispered protest Melanie gently affirmed that he could. His body kept shorting out his thoughts and sending them to his groin. He felt her sliding down his body, where she opened his legs wider and slid between them.

“Help me get these off, Todd.” Her hands unbuttoned his pants and lowered the zipper.

Todd opened his eyes. Looked into hers and raised his hips off the couch. He expected to see Rafe sitting close by and was surprised to be in the room alone with Melanie. 

She helped Todd strip out of his pants, tossing them into her chair. She licked her lips when she saw his shiny wet redheaded cock spring forth from his tighty whiteys. 

“You have a beautiful cock, baby.” Not as large as Rafe’s, which was a plus, and it had a strong arc to it that made it point at his navel. 

“Glad you like it,” he said. He waved it at her. “I’m so cold.” 

“I have a warm wet place for you, you gorgeous hunk of meat. I could just swallow you whole,” She laughed. 

“I was hoping you’d say that.”

She knelt down between his legs, moved his hands away from his cock, and took it in her hand. She brushed the head with her lip and tasted him on them, smiling when she heard him groan. She pressed it back against his belly and ran her tongue from his downy haired balls to the slit at the top, then bit his navel. 

“Please.”

She swirled her tongue around and around the head, licking up the clear goodness coating it. She ran her fingernails up and down his length then grasped it hard. Her mouth was wet and ready. She sucked the head into her mouth and played it with her feverish tongue. Without warning she buried her nose deep in his springy pubes, squeezing the head in her throat. All the while rolling his balls in her other hand.

Todd convulsed. He hit himself in the chest to keep from jerking around to much and destroying the sensations overloading his brain.

“Like that did you,” she asked smiling up at him, while she stroked him. She stood up, holding on to his cock she pulled him to his feet. “Come to the bed.”

Todd followed the insistent tug on his cock in a sexual haze. A part of his brain urged him to run, to leave now but a larger part of his brain pummeled the dissenter and chained it to the wall of his skull. Melanie led him to the bedroom doorway. The smell of vanilla tinged with cinnamon reached out of the room and enveloped him. 

Rafe sat propped by several pillows watching the doorway while he toyed with his meat. Listening to the sounds coming from the living room made him hard and he was never one to waste a woody. 

Melanie led the man into her boudoir by his cock. He hesitated at the door but she gripped him harder as she led him firmly into the room. She watched the emotion, the doubts and the hesitation play over Todd’s face.

“Here we are Toddy,” She said. “We are going to have so much fun together. Look at him, Rafe he is so hard. Isn’t he just delicious?”

“I don’t know yet, babe. I haven’t tasted him.” Rafe smiled at Todd. He was a good-looking guy, Rafe thought. He wasn’t very tall but he was powerfully built with strong arms and thighs. When Melanie let go of his cock it arched back to bounce against his belly button. It was nicely shaped with a thick patch of black hair. 

Melanie left Todd in the middle of the room and sat at the foot of the enormous bed. She motioned Rafe to come stand in front of her. “Todd, Come here, sweetie, stand in front of me.”

Rafe stood beside Todd, their cocks waving in the air in front of Melanie. He could tell that Todd was more than a little uncomfortable but he had confidence in Melanie’s decision about this guy. 

Mel reached out and cupped the two sets of swinging balls in her two hands. She rolled them in her hands sighing as she played with them. 

“Stand closer together. That’s it. Todd, put your arm around Rafe’s waist.” She flicked her finger on the weaving head of Todd’s cock, “now, baby not tomorrow.”

Todd sent his hand around the man’s waist, closing his eyes as Melanie’s hand rewarded him by caressing the underside of his cock. He stood still as he felt Rafe’s massive arm flop over his shoulders. 

Melanie leaned forward, encircled both cocks, one in each hand then swallowed the head of Todd’s cock. She wanted to smile at the sounds of shock and pleasure flying from Todd’s lips as she worked on him with her tongue.

“Oh man, that’s a beautiful sight,” Rafe said. Slowly he pumped his cock in and out of Mel’s hand as he watched her swallow Todd. He felt all the shivers through their connection. They were standing side to side, hip to hip, an arm around each other. 

Melanie pulled off Todd and dove onto Rafe’s cock, taking him deep into her throat. She felt him jump but held him tightly in her mouth until she needed to breathe. She squeezed their cocks tight and fisted them, pumping them hard. She stopped. Looking up into their down turned eyes she smiled and leaned back on the bed. 

“How was that?

Words fell out of the men’s mouths in a torrent. Praise rained down on her like a waterfall. She loved it.

“Hold your cocks together.” She waited as they tried to jam their hardness into each other. She took Todd’s hand and made him hold the two cocks together. The sooner she got him used to touching Rafe sexually the better, she thought. 

She rolled her fingers in their combined wetness and slid her hands between their legs. She reached in and caressed their assholes with moistened fingers as she licked their merged heads. As she licked and sucked their cocks she worked her middle fingers into their asses. Todd surprised her with the way he tried to work her finger deeper inside him. 

It felt like she hit a switch inside him when she jammed her finger into his ass. Todd leapt forward then waited as the feel of it changed from an intrusion to a desired stroking. His sexual thermostat dialed up several notches melting a wall of hesitation. He felt Rafe’s breath before he felt his lips and tongue play over the shell of his ear.

“Whew,” Melanie said, disengaging herself from the men. “My turn. Rafe get on your back, babe. I want to ride your moustache.” 

“Yeee ha.” Rafe jumped onto the bed and rolled onto his back. He waited as Melanie settled her sopping wet cunt over his face. Her knees were on either side of his head as she faced Todd. 

“Come on, Toddy. Don’t be shy.” She patted a spot between Rafe’s legs. 

Todd climbed onto the bed. He knelt between his mammoth legs and tried to kiss Melanie. 

“Not me, sweetie. This,” she waved Rafe’s cock in the air. “Mmmm that’s it Rafe baby fuck me with that big old tongue. Right here Todd. Kiss this.”

He felt Melanie’s other hand behind his neck, guiding his head down to Rafe’s cock. His lips brushed the soft tip. His licked his lips. Then it jumped out to flick the head. 

“Yes, oh yes, that’s it,” Melanie cried. “Suck it, take it in your mouth,” 

Todd licked around the slit. He tasted a clear droplet that rolled down the split in the glans. He opened his mouth and swallowed the head, wrapping his lips around it. 

“Oh god,” she moaned. She tried to drown Rafe as she came, pressing Todd’s head further onto Rafe’s cock. “Oh yes.” 

Todd gagged but kept sucking the man’s cock. His tongue flew over the head as he gripped it in his hand. He fisted the guy hard, urging him to let loose with what he had. Todd abandoned himself to the feel and the taste of the man’s cock.

Melanie gripped Todd’s hair and pulled him off Rafe’s cock much to the shock of both men. “No, not yet.” 

“What!”

“I want one of you to fuck the other in the ass,” she rasped.

“Absolutely not,” Todd said. “My ass is an exit only.”

“I’ll do it.” Rafe said. “He probably couldn’t take me anyway.”

“Oh my god, baby, really,” Melanie jumped off the bed and grabbed a pump bottle of lube. She pumped some of the cum looking goo onto her hand and reached between Rafe’s legs.

“I never said that I would fuck him in the ass” Todd said.

“Think cardboard box with no A/C, hun” She said. She pumped some of the lube onto Todd’s cock and milked him hard as she slathered it onto his skin. 

“Get on your, knees, man,” Todd said. 

Melanie guided Todd’s cock to Rafe’s hairy posterior. “Open him up,” she said. 

Todd pried apart the hard muscles of Rafe’s ass and saw the well-lubed hole that had already entered by Melanie’s fingers. Despite his protests he was more excited than he had ever been in his life. New pathways of ecstasy were opening for him moment by moment. 

She pressed the swollen head of Todd’s cock against the tight pucker of her lover’s ass. Harder. Harder. She watched Rafe’s ass begin to swallow the hard meat she was pressing into him. She moaned with Rafe as if it were her own ass being entered. When the entire head was inside, she let go of Todd and reached behind him. She laid her hand on his sweaty ass and pushed him further inside. 

Rafe moaned, his head hanging low, eyes closed, and trying to relax his sphincter. It wasn’t long before he felt the slow deepening thrusts less as an intrusion and more as a welcome feeling of fullness. He felt oddly vulnerable and yielding, thinking that this must be something like what some women felt. Not Melanie though. She never yielded. He began rocking back to meet the oncoming thrust of Todd’s cock.

“That’s it, baby,” Melanie moaned. “Fuck that hard cock. Fuck it for me baby.” She slapped Todd’s pistoning ass. “Oh god yes. I love it. You guys are so hot.” She knelt behind Todd. Pressing her body against his back, her hips against his ass, she thrust along with Todd. She was fucking Rafe with Todd’s boomerang dick. 

Todd felt the heat and sweat of Melanie’s body melt into his own. He could feel the rising need to shoot into this giant’s ass as he began to thrust harder and faster, spurred on by Melanie’s movements. 

Melanie slid her lubed fingers between Todd’s straining cheeks and plowed into his ass. One finger quickly followed another. She threw a leg over the back of Todd’s thigh and rubbed her wet cunt along his thigh. She exploded.

Todd’s asshole squeezed Melanie’s fingers and the cum burned it’s way from his balls, through his shaft and squirted into Rafe’s tight slippery ass. He lost himself. He felt like he was floating somewhere above the moaning screaming trio. 

Rafe reached between his legs and grabbed his monster cock and stroked it for all he was worth. He could feel Todd’s cum burning it’s way through his ass. He needed to cum. He could feel every shot from Todd’s cock as it fired a load, then another. His scream came all the way from his balls as he felt his hot sperm flow over his fist and rain down upon the tangled sheet of their bed. 

Melanie woke up in a tangle of arms and legs. She pulled herself from the pile of man flesh heaped on her bed in a sleeping pile. She decided that she was going to have this all of the time. She left the room, pulled the door closed with the handled turned and let the catch slide into place. 




Rent Money



The men found her sitting in her chair crocheting. 

“Morning my hot mansluts,” she said. “Sit down.” She smiled to herself to see them sit closer together than they had the night before. “I decided this morning that the best thing that we can do is to have you move in with us Todd. That way we will have three incomes coming in and we can have as much fun as we had last night. Hopefully last night was just an appetizer.”

A slow smile burned across Rafe’s face. “Leave it to you, Mel.”

For once Todd did not even hesitate. He had never felt anything as powerful as last night. Everything fell into place in his mind all at once. It was the answer to his money woes. More than a sense of financial freedom there were walls inside of him that had fallen and he saw vast unexplored territories opening up inside of him. 

“I am in,” Todd said.



Rent Negotiations



Shelby Shay looked around the newly refurbished apartment. It was perfect for the young college student. It featured two large bedrooms and a living room with polished hardwood floors. A huge kitchen with all-new appliances and it was also furnished so she wouldn't have the added expense of buying furniture she would likely not want to keep after graduation.

There was only one small problem. It was beautiful but it was also twice what she could afford.

Checking it out had been her mother's idea. "It can't hurt to take a look," Virginia had said to her daughter. "Your aunt and uncle live 15 minutes from the college, you wouldn't even have to use your car. You'd save on gas and you'd still be near us in case of an emergency. Your aunt and I roomed with friends when we went to college and it worked out well for the two of us."

That was not a selling point. Shelby was young and wanted to have a little fun. She couldn't ever imagine Virginia being young and carefree, although she knew that most kids felt that way about their parents. At 42, Virginia was still a lovely woman, tall and elegant with dazzling good looks. A lesser woman would not have been able to attract a man like Steven Shay. Shelby laughed as she remembered her Daddy telling her when she was little that he was determined to sire a son in whatever way he could manage it. Shelby was born and from the first time her tiny hand grasped his finger, Steven was in love with his daughter. Shelby was an only child who adored her strong, vibrant father and missed him when he was overseas on business. He loved spoiling his daughter and Shelby was most definitely a "daddy's girl". It was not that she didn't love her mother; it was simply that the dynamic between the two of them was much different.

"This place is perfect, Uncle Tom," she said to her father's brother. Her parents were twins that had married twins. Her aunt and mother were identical twins while Tom and her father were fraternal. One way in which that was evident was her uncle's salt and pepper hair, which she thought made him look so sexy. Shelby had a long-standing crush on her gorgeous uncle that had not abated over time. She knew that if she lived this close, she was going to try and seduce him, at least one time. She would have to satisfy her curiosity and that's when an idea crossed her mind.

The 19-year old thought perhaps she could negotiate the rent down by flirting a bit and perhaps offering a little booty for rent. Shelby knew what some would say about that, but it wasn't as if she wouldn't have fucked him anyway. This was just a way for everyone to get something they wanted.

So the pretty ash blonde put on her shortest skirt and added sexy heels and decadent lingerie to the ensemble. She made sure to make herself up and put on some very sexy perfume and added a bit of mascara to give her brown eyes even more appeal. Shelby knew that she looked hot and doubted that Tom would be able to resist her charms. The pretty girl knew her strengths and few men had been able to stand in her way. She liked sex and she was choosy. A girl who was as pretty as Shelby could afford to be selective.

"It's a great apartment, Uncle Tom," she said, continually brushing up against him. "I think I could really enjoy living her and being so -- close -- to family," she said, letting just a hint of seduction drop into her voice.

"It'd be nice to have you here kid, I could look out for my brother's daughter and you'd be around your cousins," Tom smiled. Shelby had to refrain herself from fuming. She was NOT a kid and her twin cousins were 4 years younger. She was in college now; she didn't want to hang out with high school kids. Tom seemed a bit oblivious to her efforts, so she tried a little harder.

"I like everything about it, including the private entrance," Shelby smiled. "My guests could come and go as they please, right?" She leaned in close and smiled up at him, hoping now he might clue in.

It didn't seem to help. "Yes, you'd be living on your own right above our garage in case you needed anything," he smiled. "You'd be welcome to join us for dinner whenever you liked, I know your aunt loves to cook for a group. One more plate would hardly matter," he said. "Do we have a deal? Can I take the `for rent' sign down?"

"I don't know yet, Uncle Tom," Shelby said, sitting down on the couch and crossing her legs. She let her skirt ride up and gave him a bit of a show. She had great legs, even though they weren't as long as her mom's or her aunt's. "I want to say yes, but the price is a bit high. Is there room for ... negotiation?"

"Your aunt and your mom did most of the work up here," Tom answered, once again seemingly missing her flirtations. "I let her make the decisions, I'll send her up and the two of you can discuss it. I hope you take the place, it will be nice having family living close." He exited the apartment, not noticing a fuming Shelby behind him. She might as well cross the apartment off her list right now. She was a bit pissed about that because any apartment she could likely afford would not be anywhere as nice as this one. Her aunt, an interior designer in partnership with Shelby's mom, had made this place into a palace compared to most dorms or college apartments. True, Shelby could have found a roommate and gotten a nicer place but then, you were at the mercy of the roomie's whims as well. She really wanted this place and now, had no idea how she would go about getting it.

Jennifer Shay entered the apartment and smiled at her niece. "Tom says that you're interested in the apartment?" She said as she hugged Shelby. "It's a little out of your price range, is that right?"

"Yeah, a fair bit," Shelby answered honestly. She saw no sense in prolonging her agony, if she couldn't afford it, best move on and find something before the start of the semester next month.

"We might be able to work something out," Jennifer smiled at Shelby. "Why don't you come downstairs and have dinner with us? When your uncle goes bowling, we'll come up here and talk some more."

"Oh no, I couldn't impose," Shelby protested.

"I know your uncle already invited you and you know I love to cook for a group," Jennifer grinned. "I'm making lasagna and I won't take no for an answer."

"YOUR lasagna?" Shelby brightened. "You won't hear it, that's one of my favorites. Okay, you've got a deal." They went down the stairs and Shelby noticed something for the first time. "You've gone auburn; I really like it on you, Aunt Jen."

"Thanks, I was getting tired of our clients and other people mistaking me for your mother," Jennifer laughed. "I've been an identical twin for 42 years and I wanted a change."

"I see your point," Shelby grinned at her aunt. "I'm glad to be an only child; I never missed not having brothers or sisters."

"Lately, I think your cousins would agree with you," Jennifer laughed.

"Are they still fighting?" 

"Like cats and dogs. How can two girls who look so much alike be so different? I don't think your mom and I had three fights all the years we were growing up," Jennifer told Shelby as they entered the house.

"You and my mom are a lot different too, you know," Shelby said to her aunt.

"Not as much as you might think," Jennifer said. "Girls, come out here and say hello to your cousin."

Vicki and Nicki ran out of their bedroom and even now, they were squabbling over who got to hug their cousin first. Shelby did love her younger cousins, but they were such kids. She couldn't believe that they were only 4 years apart because to her, it seemed like a lifetime.

She had a nice dinner with her family, but in the back of her mind was the disappointment over not being able to afford her dream apartment. She wouldn't be able to put anything over on Aunt Jen. She was a lot smarter than her husband; everyone knew that she was the brains of the family.

"Head on back to the apartment, I'll meet you up there as soon as I've got the dishes done and your uncle heads off to bowling," Jennifer told her niece.

"Oh, you have to let me help, you did all the cooking," Shelby said.

"Your cousins are going to help, that's why they get an allowance," Jennifer told Shelby. "Go on and relax, there's a TV up there and you can just be alone with your thoughts if you like."

Shelby wasn't too sure that she wanted to be alone with her thoughts because they were all of how much she wanted to live in the gorgeous apartment. She went up to the apartment and tried to watch TV, but she was too bummed. She heard footsteps coming up the back entrance and knew that her aunt was coming to join her. She would do her best to negotiate, although she figured it was likely a lost cause.

Jennifer entered the room. After dinner, she had changed into a pair of shorts and a crop top, as it was a very warm evening. It was hard for Shelby to come to terms with the fact that this attractive woman and her mother were twins the exact same age. They were so dissimilar, much as her cousins were. Jennifer sat on the couch across from her niece and crossed her long legs. "So, you like what I've done with the apartment, do you?" She asked Shelby.

"Oh yes, very much," Shelby beamed. "It's a magnificent place and I know I'd be very happy living here. It's just a bit more than I can afford, as Uncle Tom already told you."

"By how much?"

"You want almost twice what I can afford," Shelby said honestly. "Could we maybe work something out? I could do yard work or help clean or do laundry ... anything! This place would be a dream come true for me!"

"That's one way we could negotiate a reduction in rent," Jennifer smiled, touching her niece's bare knee. "Or we could work out the kind of deal you were willing to try with your uncle."

"Excuse me?"

"Darling, don't play it coy, you aren't very good at it," Jennifer chuckled. "You had a bright idea; you just tried it on the wrong relative. Your uncle isn't the sexy one in this family darling -- I am. If you want to trade some good times in the hay for a reduction in rent, you should have talked to me. I've always thought my niece was a hot piece of ass and I'd love to tear up the sheets with you. Have you ever played with another girl?"

"N-no."

"Don't be nervous Shelby, I don't bite. Well, I do, but that comes later," Jennifer laughed. "Do you think you might be willing to give it a whirl? If it isn't your cup of tea, that's fine and perhaps we can work out another arrangement for you to stay here. Somehow, I think you're going to have the most fun you've ever had. I'm hot as hell when I'm with another girl and it's been too long a time since I've bedded someone like you. Once I let loose baby girl, you won't know what hit you."

Shelby knew that she couldn't really object on moral grounds, because if she had been willing to fuck her uncle, so why not her hot aunt? She had bi-sexual girlfriends and had considered it a time or two. Why not play along until she knew which way the wind blew? "Okay, Aunt Jennifer," Shelby nodded. "I guess it's worth trying. What next?"

"First, no `aunt' when we're fucking, call me Jen or even slut, talk really dirty to me," her aunt grinned. "Sex with two women is amazing, I'd indulge more often, but your uncle is always home. His poker nights and his bowling are the only two nights I get to myself, aside from a little fling here and there with clients," Jen grinned as she took her astonished niece's hand. She led Shelby into the beautifully-appointed bedroom. "I took a lot of trouble with this room and was hoping we'd rent it to a hot girl that I could play with," Jen told Shelby. "I had no idea it would be you, though."

"I hope this works out," Shelby said as her aunt started undressing her. "I hope that I'm a good playmate for you, that I please you."

"Don't worry about every last detail," Jennifer said as she nuzzled Shelby's neck. It sent goose bumps down the girl's tanned flesh. "I have enough girl-on-girl experience for the both of us. Do you like what I'm doing so far?"

"Very much, yes," Shelby murmured. "Please, don't stop. It feels amazing."

"I have no intention of stopping," Jennifer laughed quietly. "I love this beautiful underwear you're wearing, where did you get it?" She slipped away the black and gold brocade bra from Shelby's lovely, round tits.

"I used the La Vie En Rose gift certificate you gave me for my 19th birthday," Shelby sighed. "So indirectly, you bought it for me." Jennifer laughed with delight at that. Shelby lifted her hips so that Jennifer could remove the matching thong. Aside from her stockings and heels, she was completely naked with her gorgeous aunt. "No fair -- you have ALL of your clothes on!"

"Would you like to help me rectify that?" Jennifer teased. Shelby picked up on what was expected of her and helped her aunt undress. Underneath what little she had on was -- nothing at all. Not only that, she was shaved bare and it was hot. She pressed her body close to Shelby's and they kissed. Not as aunt and niece, but as two women eager to see what the other one had to offer.

A flurry of kisses led to two lovely women tumbling down on to the bed in a tangle of long limbs and heated bodies. Shelby had never been with another woman before and yet, she seemed to be picking it up as she went along. Gentle fingertips trailed her aunt's spine and down to her buttocks. She loved the graceful way her aunt seemed to be moving and how her soft lips were raising more and more chills from Shelby's body. She liked the newfound experience and allowed herself to be guided in the ways of lesbian pleasure. After about 15 minutes had passed, her reluctance was forgotten and she was giving as much back as she was capable of.

"God, you fucking talented little slut," Jennifer panted as Shelby licked her nipples and fingered her pussy. "Your uncle wouldn't have been able to handle you; you'd have worn him out in about half an hour."

"How long have we been going at it?" Shelby asked as her aunt's fingers probed deep into her own horny cunt. The two women twisted about and fingered each other's pussies, tasting the juices. Shelby had been fearful she wouldn't like the taste but the first few drops had made her a convert.

"For about two hours now," Jennifer told her niece. "We'll have to call it a night in about 40 minutes, your uncle will be home and we'll need to tidy up. So let's have a nice loud cum and then we'll call it a night." That's what they did -- two lovely lesbians, one mature and one young, twisting and bouncing and fingering until a climax ripped through both of them.

"I know you still want to fuck your uncle," Jennifer told her niece as they cleaned up and got dressed. "With you living here, we'll find a way to make it happen. Maybe for his birthday or for Christmas, but we'll set something up."

"I'm glad we worked all of this out," Shelby said. "I just wonder why my mother suggested I live with you? She said that the two of you roomed with friends when you were in college."

Jennifer laughed and hugged her niece warmly. "Yes, we certainly did. Shelby, they were all `friends with benefits' -- just how do you think two sexy-yet-broke, college student sisters were able to pay their rent?"



Rent Trouble



Maggie sighed. It was almost midnight when she began to approach the building where she'd now been living for almost three months. At 25, this wasn't exactly how she's imagined herself to be, but given the circumstances, the small apartment in this worn-out building would have to do. As Maggie put the keys into the building's front door and turned the lock, the usually feisty and upbeat redhead wondered how she'd managed to lose her job, her boyfriend and her house --- after the bastard threw her out three months ago.

She let herself in and quietly snuck by her landlord's flat on the ground floor. Her rent was way overdue and she'd been avoiding him ever since. She crept up the stairs to the third floor, careful not to tread on the steps that creaked loudly. As she reached her landing and let out a sigh of relief, she turned the corner and almost fell over her landlord! It appears that he had brought up a little stool and waited for her at her door!

Maggie's landlord was a fat, middle-aged hairy man of Middle-Eastern descent and spoke with an accent. Usually, he just sat in his flat, watching TV with his door slightly ajar. The few times Maggie talked to him, he had been wearing what appeared to be the same white wife-beater, shorts and smelled a lot like a bucket of sweat. This time was no different.

"Uh…hi, Mr…sir." Maggie said weakly, forcing a smile on her face. "What brings you to my door?"

Her landlord hmphed at her disapprovingly with a stern glare. "You know very well what I'm doing here, Miss Jones. You think I don't notice you sneaking past my door, and pretending you're not at home when I ring your doorbell? Well! I will jave none of this anymore! Your rent for this month is over two weeks late. Again! You must give me the money!"

Maggie turned on her pleading, puppy-dog eyes. "Oh please sir. If you could just give me a few more days –"

"No more excuses! You give me my rent right away. I know what will happen if I give you a few more days. The days will turn into weeks and then into months!" Her landlord exclaimed, waving his arms around dramatically.

"But I haven't got any money on me." Maggie said helplessly.

"Then open this door and get some from inside your house. I will have my rent tonight!"

"But --- "

The podgy man silenced her with a glare. Maggie resignatedly unlocked her door and her landlord barged in past her. She flicked on the lights, put her purse down and closed the door. The landlord stood in the middle of the studio flat with his hands on his hips and turned his head from left to right, as if expecting a large pile of cash was waiting there for him to collect. 

"Well? Where is my rent?"

Maggie sighed. "I told you. I don't have any money."

The podgy man glared at her for a second. "I cannot accept this. You will move out tomorrow!"

Maggie's eyes widened in alarm. "Tomorrow?!? But...but… I have nowhere to go!"

Her landlord sniffed and held his nose in the air. "No rent, no apartment."

Maggie went to her landlord and put her hand on his fat, hairy arm in an attempt to soften him up. "Oh please sir, please don't kick me out! I'm sure there is SOMETHING that we could work out."

It seemed to do the trick. He looked at her curiously. "Like what?"

Maggie wracked her head. " Umm…I could do some cleaning for you! Or…some paint jobs? I could run errands for you! And…"

But the man was already shaking his head. "No no no, I do not need to have those things done."

Maggie was totally out of idea. "What do you need then?"

Her landlord thought for a second then looked at her seriously. "Sex."

"What?!" Maggie exclaimed incredulously, thinking that she must've heard wrong. 

"I need sex." He said plainly.

"I heard you!" Maggie replied, her eyes wide with shock. "Are you serious?"

He furrowed his bushy eyebrows. "Of course."

"No way!" Maggie said disgusted.

"Then you will move out tomorrow." And he began to walk towards the door.

"Wait!" Maggie called out desperately. Was this man seriously suggesting that she sleep with him in order not to pay the rent? It seems she had no other choice. She hardly had any money on her and he seemed to be serious about evicting her.

"So…are you saying that…if I have sex with you, then I won't have to pay this month's rent?"

"That's right."

"Just this one time? And no kissing?"

The landlord licked his lips and nodded. "Yes."

Maggie took a deep breath. "OK, I'll do it."

The podgy man rubbed hus hands together with delight, unable to believe his luck. "Oooh…you won't regret this, I'm going to give you the time of your life."

Maggie grimaced. She very much doubted it. Her landlord walked towards her and she caught a waft of B.O. He reached out a hand towards her breasts which were neatly tucked into a crispy, white shirt. He cupped them in his hands and squeezed gently as if trying them for size. Then all fo a sudden, he dove his head in the opening of his shirt and began nuzzling, kissing her breasts with his hands roaming around the small of her back.

Maggie looked down at the balding, chubby man and could only think 'This is soooo weird.'

Her landlord stood up straight again, red in the face and very hard in his pants. "Take your titties out." He puffed.

Maggie held her breath and clenched her eyes shut, willing herself to get this over and done with. She unbuttoned her shirt and unhooked her bra from the front, releasing her 34C breasts and tossing the garments away. Her landlord groaned at the sight of the perfect set of globes staring out at him. They usually had this effect on men and Maggie had been expecting it. Her ex-boyfriend was crazy about her boobs and use to feel them up every chance he got, especially in public!

The fat man grabbed her breasts and pushed them together and began flicking his tongue rapidly between the two nipples. He groaned as he sucked the two nipples as if they were sour lemons --- he'd never been near such a large pair of breasts before! Strangely enough, Maggie could feel her nipples getting hard in the podgy man's mouth. She hadn't had any sex for three months but she wasn't expecting to be turned on by this.

Suddenly, the landlord lifted his head and ordered, "get on the bed."

Maggie moved to her double bed and lay down on her back, expecting it to be over in a couple of minutes. 'Well, here goes nothing.'

Her landlord whispered loudly into her ear. "I'm going to give you the time of your life and then me, Omar, is going to fuck you so hard and fast, you'll be screaming my name! I want you to beg for more!"

Maggie stifled a laugh. She couldn't believe this deluded man thought he was even going to make her cum. She doubted he would even find her vagina without her help. But to her surprise, he didn't take his penis out and put it inside her as she expected. Instead, he pulled her skirt up, pulled her panties to one side and began licking furiously at her clit!

Maggie cried out in surprise. She could feel her nether regions responding to this. She loved having her pussy eaten and her crummy ex-boyfriend hardly ever did. She was just surprised this 50 year old man could do it so well!

As he continued to lick her clit, he drove his middle finger into her, stretching out her pussy that was starting to get wet and tingly. He ploughed it in and out of her, adding a finger once in a while. When he'd inserted three fingers into her and her pussy was already getting sufficiently wet, he drove his tongue into her hot, wet cunt, flicking his tongue all around inside her.

This made Maggie gasp and she began to clench the pillow lying next to her. She couldn't believe her smelly, fat landlord was making her wet. Suddenly, he stood up and Maggie felt disappointed that his tongue had left her pussy. Omar unzipped his trousers to expose his raging hard-on. He fell on top of Maggie, pushing his heavy body onto her and half smiled and leered at her. "You liked Ol' Omar's tongue huh? Well, you're gonna like this even better!" With that, he plunged his cock into Maggie's tight creamy cunt.

She screamed with pleasure as the engorged penis stretched out her pussy. It was longer and thicker than she had expected. He went back to sucking her large nipples as he began to shove his cock in and out of Maggie in long, even strokes. With each stroke, Maggie let out a little 'Ungh!' of pleasure. After a while, Omar lifted his head and rasply let out "I know how you American girls like it. I've seen it on porn videos." With that, the fat landlord began ramming the full length of his shaft into Maggie's wet pussy in faster and harder strokes. Maggie's gasps turned into uncontrolled mumbles and large moans as she clawed at her landlord's back, feeling his hot breath on her neck.

"Is this how you like it, Miss Jones?" He asked in between the rammings.

Maggie was surprised at this old man's stamina. "Oh yeah Omar! I can't believe you know exactly how to do me." She gasped as Omar slammed his cock even harder into her and realised he liked what he was hearing. Maggie decided to let loose her talent for talking dirty. She swung one of her legs onto his shoulder, allowing Omar to get even deeper. She moaned "I love it when a man rams his huge cock into my pussy. It feels sooo good! Ungh!! Yeah…like that! Just like that…ungh! Harder! Give it to me harder! I want you to fuck my wet pussy really hard and fast!" Maggie was turning herself on even more and her pussy was beginning to drip. Omar was grunting loudly with each thrust he used to impale his tenants inviting love-hole.

Omar paused for only a second and flipped Maggie over so that she was lying face down on the bed. He grabbed her tits from behind and began fucking her with a new force. Maggie screamed and screamed as his hard prick probed spots deep inside her that weren't often touched.

"Ahhh! Shit, shit…how do you do it so good? How do you fuck me so food?!!?? I never want you to stop. Keep impaling me that thick cock of yours. I can feel you splitting my pussy up, it's so fucking good! Oh you're so fucking good. Unghhh!! Yeah, fuck me harder! Harder! Rape my pussy! Yeah! Ungh, ungh, ungh! You can fuck my any time you want now, I'm yours! Shit, shit…I'm gonna cum. You're making me cum! Unnghhhhhhhhhhh!!!!"

 Maggie grabbed anything she could as an intense orgasm wracked her body but her landlord never stopped. He kept ramming it into her, causing the bed's headboard to slam into the wall with every thrust. This man was determined to fuck her brains out!

As Maggie's orgasm began to subside, little spasms of pleasure still ran through her spent body. Just then, Omar's frenzied pounding of her pussy turned into longer, steady thrusts, as if he were truly trying to imbed his cock as deep inside her as possible. He grabbed hold of her shoulder with one hand, a breast with the other and he pulled her deep onto his throbbing cock. Omar let out a strangled "Ungh!" with each stroke, before a loud roar escaped his mouth and shots of cum erupted from his cock and into Maggie's already wet and hot cunt. Maggie screamed along with her lover as her little spasms became a second orgasm, purely, at the thought of her dirty old landlord cumming inside her tight pussy like there was no tomorrow. She could feel his cum hitting the soft walls of her pussy and then overflowing onto her thighs. 

Finally, Omar collapsed on the bed next to her, dazed. Maggie flipped herself back on to her back and tried to get her breath back. AS she stared at her ceiling and the realization of what just happened hit her --- that she had the best fuck of her life with her fat, old, sweaty landlord --- she couldn't believe it.

"You…will…never…have to pay rent….again…if you let…me…fuck you like that…once a month." Omar puffed.

Maggie grinned up at the ceiling. "Screw once a month! How 'bout whenever you want?"



Rent



Marlon watched anticipating the moment Kate's mouth would close over his cock, fighting to keep his arms out to his sides. She hovered and teased until he though he would turn inside out. Finally, she stroked his head with a broad, flat swipe of her tongue, cleaning away his pre-cum and making him moan with sexual desire.

"Tell me what you want me to do, Marlon," Kate murmured seductively.

"I can't," he breathed.

"Say it. What do you want me to do?"

"No," he shook his head. "I never ask. I can't."

"Tell me or we stop," Kate threatened as she fondled his balls.

"Suck me. God, Kate, suck my cock," Marlon pleaded. "Take my fucking pecker in your mouth and suck it!"

"I say when," she smiled, leaning forward to lick the skin of his belly, just above his pubes, listening to Marlon's groan of excitement and frustration. 

Crawling forward on her hands and knees, Kate balanced over Marlon's cock, lowering her cunt until the tip of his head stroked the outer edges of her wet labia. Rocking back and forth, she tortured herself and him with the feeling of being so close to the promise of satisfaction. Reaching down, she wrapped her fingers around Marlon's cock, steadying him so she could swivel her hips and rub her clit in tiny circles over the slit in his penis head. Both panted loudly from the energy her restraint cost them. Sliding his cock back to her slit, Kate slowly impaled herself, feeding a small portion of Marlon's rod into her hot slash before lifting up and lowering herself again.

"Oh, yes, fuck me," Kate sighed as she lowered herself fully onto Marlon's cock and began raising and lowering her hips in strokes that lifted her to the limits of his cock head before thrusting his full length inside her again. Bracing his feet flat on the floor, Marlon began meeting Kate's thrusts. "Uuuuhhhh, Uuuuhhhh, Uuuuhhhh," Kate grunted. "Yes, Marlon. More. More! Fuck me hard, Marlon. Now!" 

His balls tight against his groin, Marlon could feel the sweet piercing pain of his orgasm begin as he pounded into Kate's soft warmth at a frenzied pace, watching her tits bounce with each impact. Just as Kate arched her neck and reached her climax in loud, feminine cries, his body went ridged with pleasure and his cum pulsed deep into her pussy. 

Panting, his skin coated with a sheen of sweat, Marlon watched Kate's head loll forward, as she continued to stroke her cum-filled cunt over his still rigid cock. He gave her a smile as she looked into his eyes and lifted off his pole, crawling up the length of his torso. This time, she pushed his arms over his head before taking his hair in both hands. Straddling his face, she held his mouth to her cunt.

"Suck me out. I want to watch you eat our cum," she ordered.

Marlon's tongue went to work, savoring the sweet and musky scents and flavors he found in the folds of Kate's soft, hot cunt. His tongue worked along the edges of her labia before dipping inside her slash. He felt the tender inner walls of her cunt as he licked away the juices that clung there, swallowing everything he gathered on his tongue. Finally, Kate shifted her position so he could concentrate on licking her clit. Grazing his teeth over the sensitive nub, he heard Kate's vocal response and repeated the gesture before taking her between his lips and sucking hard as he flicked her again and again with his tongue. 

Her fists buried in his hair, Kate's hips began to buck as she got closer to her climax, rubbing herself against Marlon's teeth and lips until she could take no more. Her thighs cramping with the power of her orgasm, Kate pressed hard against Marlon's face and shrieked as she felt her womb release a flood of moisture. Even as the waves of her climax continued, she slid forward over Marlon's mouth so he could taste the result his talented tongue brought about.

Climbing over Marlon's body, Kate lowered her mouth to his, licking his lips and kissing him deeply, tasting her own juices. "Do you still want me to suck you, Marlon?" she whispered into his mouth.

"God, yeah," Marlon gasped.

"You want to feel your hard cock sliding over my tongue and into my throat, don't you?" she said sinking her teeth into his lip, pulling it before releasing him again. "You want to fuck my throat, don't you, Marlon?"

Marlon felt his erection straining. He was going to cum just from Kate talking to him like this, "Yes."

"Stand up," Kate ordered. She pressed her back against his chest, wrapping his arms around her body so he cupped his hands over her tits. Pointing to a spot on the nape of her neck, she told him, "Bite me there while you pull my nipples and tell me what you want to do to me."

Kate trembled as Marlon's teeth found the nerve in her neck that was wired directly to her cunt. Juices flooded her pussy again as he strung gentle nips along her neck and twisted her nipples between his fingers. Reaching between her legs, she stroked her middle finger over and around her clit and pussy lips as Marlon's hot breath passed over her skin.

"I want to fuck you, Kate. I want to drive my hot prick up your ass and in your cunt and down your throat and make you cum until you scream for me to stop. I want to fuck you hard and deep until you don't want anybody's prick but mine. I want to spray my cum all over your tits and face and watch you suck my cock clean," Marlon whispered hotly against Kate's neck and into her ear until the power of his own words made it impossible to keep from pumping his cock up and down against the crack between the globes of her ass. "I want to fuck you now."

Without a word, Kate took Marlon's hand and drew him toward the kitchen. There, she climbed onto the table where she laid down on her back, the top of her head hanging over the edge. Reaching over her head, she wrapped her hand around Marlon's cock and gently pulled him toward her. Releasing him, she opened her mouth wide.

Trembling with excitement, Marlon slid his cock into Kate's upside down mouth feeling her tongue stroke over the top of him. Uncertain how far he should press into her mouth, he hesitated but felt Kate's hands wrap around his hips and draw him closer, deeper into her mouth until the head of his cock passed her uvula and into her throat. Gently, he began to stroke in and out, the rim of his glans sliding back and forth against her windpipe. His balls were already starting to pull up as they pressed against Kate's nose and face. Kate released her hold on his hips letting Marlon fuck her throat as she hummed and moaned so he could feel the vibrations move around his flesh. 

"Christ, Kate," Marlon moaned. "I'm going to cum. What do I do?"

Gently, she pressed against his hips again until she held the head of his cock in her mouth. She closed her lips around it and sucked hard, flicking her tongue over his slit until his cum began erupting. Opening her lips, Kate let Marlon's cum pool in her mouth before redirecting his cock so his next load shot over the length of her neck, then down onto her tits. As Marlon's deep masculine groans of pleasure filled the kitchen, Kate continued pumping his spitting cock until his strong stream of cum ended with a long string hanging off the tip of his head.

Licking him clean, Kate could feel Marlon's cock getting soft. "Look at the mess you made," she said, indicating the pools of white cum melting against her warm skin. Sliding around on the table until her feet were once again on the floor, Kate watched Marlon's cum sliding down her body. "You know you're going to have to clean this up?"

With a wet smack of his lips, Marlon began licking Kate's body clean, sliding his tongue over her neck, down her chest and over the swells of her breasts until he captured her nipples between his lips and suckled hard, scraping the sensitive flesh with his teeth while he kneaded her with his fingers. 

"Marlon."

He heard Kate's voice say his name and looked up into her eyes as her fingers once again threaded through his hair. His cock took a jump as he anticipated the sharp tug when she closed her fist near his scalp.

"On your knees," she ordered.

Gratefully, he complied and she pressed her muff against his nose. Wrapping his arms around her hips, Marlon buried his face in Kate's sopping cunt. Holding her to him, he licked the length of her labia and snaked his tongue into her slash where he flicked it in and out repeatedly until she was squirming and calling his name. Using his hold on her hips, Marlon held Kate steady as he suckled her clit. He felt his erection come to full attention again as she cried out in another orgasm. After he licked her clean, Kate ordered him to stand, then turned back to and spread her legs so he could enter her cunt from behind.

With pure, animalistic lust, he fucked into her as she leaned on the table and cried out, moaning for more. Grabbing Marlon's hand, Kate thrust his fingers into her pussy so he could stroke her clit as he fucked into her. Neither of them heard the front door open and close over the sound of their panting and erotic groans. 

"Fuck my cunt! Yes. Fuck me harder!" Kate demanded, as Marlon rammed into her with all his strength, practically lifting her feet off the floor with the power of his strokes. "Uuunnnggghhhhh! God, that – feels – so good!"

Marlon was nearing his third climax of the evening when a startled gasp from the hall caught his attention. Looking up he saw Eddie, Kate's ex-husband and stopped in mid-stroke.

"Oh, Christ! What are you doing, Marlon?" Kate cried. "Don't stop now! Fuck me!"

Instinctively thrusting into her again, Marlon leaned toward Kate's ear and whispered, "We've got company."

Looking toward the door to see Eddie, Kate reached up to cup her tits and pull on her nipples. Flashing a big smile at her ex, she spoke over her shoulder to Marlon, "Keep fucking me hard, baby. I want to feel you cum deep in my cunt."

Marlon felt Kate's cunt muscles squeeze around his cock and he began pounding her again, closing his eyes so he didn't have to think about Eddie watching them.

"Uuunnnhhh! Yes, Marlon, you – are so – fucking – good." Kate panted. "Eddie, just – uuuhhh – leave the papers – on the counter. Oh, fuck, yes. Maybe – I can – look them over – in the morning. I'm kind of – ohhhhh! – yes! fuck me!– busy right now."

Stunned by the sight and sound of his wife getting nailed from behind by a teenager, the pile of legal papers slipped from Eddie's fingers onto the kitchen sideboard. As he turned to leave, he heard the familiar sounds of Kate reaching orgasm and knew her tight cunt would be squeezing itself around the young stud's cock like a vise. 

Hearing the front door close, Kate let out a whoop of victory then groaned in ecstasy as Marlon began hammering her cunt, pounding deep until his grunts filled the room and she felt his cum pouring inside her. Sweaty and panting, they slumped together on the kitchen table, Marlon wrapping his arms around Kate and holding her close.

Kate gave Marlon a tired, satisfied smile, feeling the smug glow of triumph over Eddie complimented by an evening of sexual fulfillment. Brushing her fingers through his hair, she said, "You forgot to throw the dead bolt again, didn't you?" 

"Yeah, I guess I did," Marlon grinned.

"I should make you pay extra 'rent' every time you forget." 

Rubbing his cheek into her hair, he smiled, "It's only fair."

"Marlon."

"Yes?"

"On your knees."



Rental with Benefits



(This is a story inspired by a conversation with a friend. Please vote and send feedback so I can decide whether to continue this story. Thank you for your support. Max47)

She lay on her back, holding her legs up and apart. She was offering me her shaven treasures. Her pussy was nestled between two puffy outer mounds, which she now held spread for me. The inner lips were full, long and dark in keeping with her Mediterranean heritage. Her hooded clit was still hiding, but judging from the thickness of the hood, would make a prominent appearance. Her dewy inner depths were inviting me to come closer. Below all this was her puckered asshole that held its' own invitation. 

Her aroma called to me. I just had to taste her. 

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But wait, I'm getting ahead of myself. My name is Ian and the delectable feast laid out before is Marla, my landlady. I'm 52, 6'3" and in reasonable shape. 

I had been living in an apartment complex in town that had been sold. The new owner had decided to turn the building into a condo-plex. I had been hunting the classifieds and going thru gas like crazy, until I found an apartment listing that intrigued me. It was a two bedroom over a garage with the landlord living in the main house. I made an appointment for the next afternoon.

The location was residential, but in a rural part on the outskirts of town. It sat on about two acres of land. The main house looked to be about 2500 square feet with the garage/apartment sitting unattached, off to the side.

The door was opened by my soon to be landlady. She appeared to be in her early to mid 40's, about 5'10 and in great shape. She had a pleasing olive complexion hi-lighted by smiling, green eyes. From what I could see, she had a generous chest and full ass on long legs. A long sweater and Levis forced me to use my imagination.

I must have lost myself in my mental inventory of her charms because her first words to me were, "Are you all right?" 

Boy, do I know how to make a first impression or what? 

I quickly introduced myself and found out her name was Marla. She walked me over to the apartment and told me along the way that it had been empty for about 6 months, since her father had passed away.

It was perfect. The second bedroom would make a perfect office, since I worked from home writing computer programs and some porn. The first was to support myself; the second brought in some income, but was mostly for pleasure. The kitchen was big enough for my limited cooking experience and needs. Marla told me I would be able to park in part of the garage and had full access to the garage if I had or needed tools.

When I told her I was interested, Marla suggested we go to "the house" and work out details. It was rather nice being in this woman's company after the months of shunning female companionship due to a nasty divorce over a year ago. Her house was spacious. She led me to the kitchen, where we sat across an island from each other.

"I'm sorry. Would you like some coffee or anything else to drink?" She asked, beginning to rise.

After I told her I was fine, she said it had been so long since she had had anyone over that she forgot how to be a good hostess. As we began to go thru the details of rent, utilities, grounds rights, etc., I took more time examining this lovely woman. She indeed had full breasts that now strained against her sweater. Her dark brown hair was a perfect match to her olive complexion and green eyes. It was cut short all around and came to just below her ears. She seemed to have a Mediterranean heritage.

Her smooth complexion belied her age. The slight crinkling at the outer edges of her eyes were the only outer sign, but that just added to her attractiveness for me.

As she spoke I found my attention focusing on her mouth, which was framed by full lips. The direction my mind began to wander made my cock awaken. 

For the second time she asked me if I was all right. Damn, it's just been too long since I've been laid much less been in the company of an attractive woman.

I shook off her question by replying, "Where do I sign and when can I move in?"

She smilingly slid a lease agreement across the island to me and told me that the weekend after next would work for her, as she wanted to move some of her dad's thing out first. I told her that I would gladly help her move things since that would allow me to move in sooner and get my computer equipment set up. 

"Great. If you help me, you can move in this weekend but I'll start the lease for the following weekend."

After I signed, we shook hands and agreed to meet back here Saturday at 9 a.m. I drove away a happy camper.

Saturday morning at 9, I arrived back at my new apartment to help Marla clean out some of her father's things. She was already at the task. She was dressed in shorts and t-shirt. Her legs looked great, while the shorts were just tight enough to show that her ass was spectacular. This was one delicious looking mature woman. 

After greeting me, she pointed out the items that needed to be moved into the garage storage area. The things needing to be moved were mostly books and boxes. We finished in about two hours. Marla then helped me carry up my computer equipment. I purposely let her ascend the stairs to the apartment ahead of me several times. This allowed me to feast my eyes on her full ass cheeks. Twice I caught a small smile on her lips when she caught me staring. Interesting.

When the delivery van with my furniture showed up, Marla left for her house, after telling me to give her a call when my move-in was complete. Earlier she had shown me the inter-house phone she had installed for her father. The move in was uneventful and soon I was set up in my new apartment. After another hour I had my computer equipment up and running. It felt good to be settled.

I called Marla and let her know the move was complete and I was now officially her tenant. She said she wanted to invite me for dinner to celebrate my move-in and thank me for helping with her dad's things. I readily accepted and we agreed on a time. This gave me time to clean up and check on some emails.

In the shower I kept recalling images of my landlady while stroking my hard, 7 inch cock. Though my overall view toward women was still pretty low, based on my divorce experience, Marla definitely had my attention.

My emails contained nothing important. I checked the online erotic story site I work with to see the status of my latest story. It was still in pending mode. This site has been my outlet for my sexual flights of imagination since my divorce. After a while, I began to really get into these stories. From the reader comments and scoring, it appeared I was on the right track for the most part.

I threw on a pair of Levis and a white polo shirt and headed to my dinner "date" with Marla. She greeted me at the door also wearing Levis. However, her top was much more appealing than mine. It was light yellow, sleeveless and low cut. The beginning of her ample cleavage was teasingly on display. 

"Please come in, Ian."

I followed her into the kitchen, where she had me sit at the island while she finished up dinner. She asked if I would like a beer and, after my acceptance, got us both one. She was a woman after my own heart - a woman who drank beer. 

She had made a large antipasto salad loaded with everything. It was light enough not to stuff yet loaded with enough items to please the palate. We switched to a nice Chianti and were soon enjoying each other's company as we both discovered how hungry we were.

Marla asked if I minded talking about my divorce. I told her it was a typical story. Two work obsessed people with not enough time for each other. She had the better lawyer and kept the house and furnishings. She was also awarded most of our financial assets. 

Then it was my turn to pry. Marla said she had been widowed about 5 years ago when her husband was killed in an auto accident. She had taken care of her widowed father until he passed away last year. She had a 22 year-old daughter who was living back east with her fiancé. When I made a comment about her not being old enough to have a 22 year-old daughter, she blushed and smiled.

"Thank you, but I'm 42 years old and had her early."

Her response let me know that she was not used to compliments or the attention she was getting tonight. Things were definitely looking up.

We continued our "getting to know you" conversation and I for one became very comfortable in her company. She suggested we finish our wine on her porch swing to enjoy the night air. 

We sat next to each other and enjoyed the quiet that only a rural setting can provide. It was intoxicating being this close to this desirous woman. She told me how she liked to walk thru her woods and get the feel that she was completely away in the country. She asked me if I liked picnics and I had to admit it had been years. 

"Well, one of these weekends before it gets too cold, we'll have to fix that."

I certainly liked the sound of that. My mind was off on another flight of sexual fancy imagining what I would like to do to Marla in the outdoors. My imagination, guided by my cock, was picturing Marla's ass presented to me while she was bent over a log. As my cock neared its' target, I heard those words again.

"Are you all right?"

Damn, busted again. I told Marla that I was just taken in by the tranquility and her company. How's that for quick thinking? That got another one of those smiles I had glimpsed earlier when she caught me staring at her ass.

"This was nice. It's been a while since I had a man's company. We'll have to do this again if you'd like, but I really need to get ready for some business tomorrow. I'm going to have to chase you off." She added with a smile.

"I've enjoyed your company to and I thank you for that and dinner."

We both stood. Marla gave me a quick hug and was gone before I could react. Heading back to my apartment, my head spun with the possibilities. 

The next morning I was sitting on my balcony wrapped in a blanket and enjoying my coffee, when Marla walked from the house toward the garage. She smiled up at me and waved. As she drove away, I decided it was time to get some work done and went back inside.

First I opened up a story I was working on. It was a cruise ship scenario about a young 50ish guy who gets lucky with a 30 something single woman. As I continued the story, my mind kept drifting back to Marla. Her comment about it having been a long time since she had been in a man's company puzzled me. I couldn't believe this enticing woman was alone.

Over the next 2-3 weeks I got settled into my usual routine at my new location. Marla and I spent 4 or 5 evenings together on her porch swing just talking and getting to know each other. She was quite curious about my writing gig and wanted to see some of it. This was a bit embarrassing, since I didn't want to scare her off. I told her that she could access the web site and browse thru some of the stories. If she were not offended, I would give her my author name. She smiled at me impishly and nodded.

Several days went by during which I didn't see much of Marla. I was afraid she might indeed have been offended by the subject matter on the web site I had given her. That Saturday morning Marla came to my door. She was dressed in Levis and a bulky sweater and looked great. She smiled and asked if she could come in. I stepped back so she could enter. When she brushed past me, the contact was electric.

I offered her a glass of wine and we sat down. Marla was obviously nervous. I asked her if she was all right. She looked at me and nodded. After taking a sip of her wine, she told me she had visited the erotic story site I had given her. She said that some of the categories disgusted her, but other intrigued her. I asked her which ones intrigued her and she answered, "Erotic Couples and Loving Wives."

Marla also found some of the interracial stories of interest. When she asked me which categories my stories fell into, I laughingly told her she had just named them in the exact order of their importance to me.

Looking at me over the brim of her glass, she asked, "May I read yours?"

I gave her my author ID and asked if she would mind giving me some feed back and that I would value her input. 

"I'll have to see after I read them", she shyly replied.

She asked what got me into writing these stories. I replied that I had surfed many story sites, but found most contained poorly written stories with impossible plots or situations. When I found this site, I found some very well written stories and a lot of resources for authors, even fledgling ones like myself. I also found the reader voting and feedback helpful. Plus, I just plain enjoyed erotica.

Marla asked for another glass of wine, which I gladly got for her. As we sat there in silence, I could sense that she had something on her mind. Again it was my turn to ask her if she was all right. By my count, that made us even in that department.

Marla smiled ruefully and began to tell me more about herself. It seems that she and her husband had an active sex life until he died. Since then she had had no relationships, but had dated occasionally. It seemed to her that the men she dated were more interested in one-night stands or were more interested in her money. She had made the decision a few years back to just get out of that scene.

I found it incredible that this sexy woman sitting on my sofa had been with out a man for so long. Well, here's to hoping everyone else's lose would prove to be gain.

Marla finished her tale, looked at me with those beautiful green eyes, and blushed. She asked me if she had embarrassed me with her disclosure. I told her that over the last few weeks we had become good friends and friends confide in each other. I thanked her for her confidence in me.

Marla leaned over, gave me a quick peck on the cheek and asked if she could read some of my stories. Though I was sorry that she would be leaving, I asked her to get back to me with her impressions.

"Oh no. If you don't mind, I'd like to read some here." She said. "That way we can discuss them after."

After asking me if that worked, which I eagerly agreed to, I sat her down at my computer and got her into my story list. I told her I would be sitting outside on the porch awaiting her feedback. With that, I headed outside with my imagination beginning to spin out of control.

It was close to an hour later before Marla joined me. She appeared somewhat flushed. She walked to me with a sexy smile on her lips. When she sat down next to me, she leaned into me and gave me a deep crushing kiss. I wrapped my arms around her and returned her kiss. Our tongues probed for a bit before she drew back and looked me in the eyes.

"I know you like me and I've gotten to like you quite a bit while we've gotten to know each other. There is one of your stories that really turned me on. Would you like to recreate it with me?'

"I don't care which one it is, just let me know and I'll do whatever it takes to give you pleasure."

Marla stood up and held out her hand. I took it and let her lead me to my bed. She pulled her sweater over her head, revealing a soft bra that held those breasts I had been dreaming about. She then slid out of her Levis. Standing before me in bra and bikini cut panties, she asked me to help her with her bra. She crushed herself into me so I could reach around and undo her clasp. Marla stepped back and allowed her bra to drop away. Her breasts were delectable. They had some sag due to their size rather than her age. They felt so good in my hands after my long drought. Her nipples responded to my thumb play and became hard in no time. 

Marla's breathing deepened. She leaned in and gave me another crushing kiss while her hand dropped to my cock. I was already so hard it hurt being confined in my pants. She stepped back and had me raise my arms as she pulled my shirt over my head. She playfully licked and bit a nipple as she began to undo my belt and pants.

"Get these off."

That command was one I had no problem following. Since I never wear briefs, my 7 inches sprang out as my pants dropped. Marla gave it a couple of strokes and then told me she'd get back to me later. Right now she wanted to play out a story of mine. 

"Which one?"

She simply lay down on the bed, drew up her legs and pulled off her panties. "Come here," she told me as she gave me the name of the story that had gotten her to this point.

So back to were this story started

She lay on her back, holding her legs up and apart. She was offering me her shaven treasures. Her pussy was nestled between two puffy outer mounds, which she now held spread for me. The inner lips were full, long and dark in keeping with her Mediterranean heritage. Her hooded clit was still hiding, but judging from the thickness of the hood, would make a prominent appearance. Her dewy inner depths were inviting me to come closer. Below all this was her puckered asshole that held its' own invitation.

Her aroma called to me. I just had to taste her. With my arms wrapped around her thighs, I lowered my mouth to her. The first flick of my tongue on her inner lips elicited a slight shudder from Marla. When my tongue traveled up her lips and circled her hooded clit, she moaned and held the back of my head. 

I drew her clit into my lips and teased it with my tongue. She had a pleasant, musty taste. She also began to writhe thru a climax, while pulling my head even closer into her. It had obviously been a long time for her. 

When she finally let go of me, I trailed my tongue down between her spread lips. When it was at her opening, I pushed it in as far as I could and tasted her depths. Marla was moaning and shaking. She was obviously enjoying what I was doing. Well, that made two of us.

My tongue trailed to her puckered asshole and probed it, while I slipped a finger into her pussy. Marla was still squirming and moaning. It was incredible that she had all this pent up feelings in her. It was also by great pleasure to help her release them.

Marla looked down at my face, covered with her juices, and said, "Please fuck me now."

She was a sight to behold as I crawled up between her legs. Her C cup breasts floated on her chest with just a slight shift to her sides. Dark brown nipples, encircled by 1½" equally brown rings, were hard and pointing skyward. The sexual look on her face and in her green eyes said it all. Marla wanted what she had missed for too long.

She reached her arms to me and held my face as I slowly lowered my cock into her wet cunt. She felt snug and hot. Marla arched up to me as I bottomed out. Our mouths met as I began a slow motion. After a few moments of slow movement, I raised her legs up, got to my knees and began to lunge into her with purpose.

The smacking, slurping noises we were making sounded as wonton as anything I've ever heard. Mixed with Marla's moans and babbling urgings, it was one of my most sexual moments. A new story was born in my addled mind.

After a few minutes of my assault on her under-used pussy, Marla stiffened, pulled me down onto her and came with a shriek and shudder. My cock was buried in her depths as she floated thru her orgasm. The clenching of her pussy walls as she climaxed almost sent me over the edge as well.

After a few moments to gather her breath and wits, Marla said, "That was wonderful and so long overdue. Thank you for these feelings."

"Believe me, the pleasure is mutual. Thank you for the honor of releasing all this pent up sexuality."

We laughed together and kissed softly.

Marla pushed me over and told me it was my turn. I lay on my back with my cock at full attention. She lowered her mouth to my cock, covered with her juices. Her tongue tickled my hole while her hand stroked my shaft. With her eyes locked on mine, she slowly ran her tongue down my shaft and then back to my cock head. She slowly let my head slip between her lips and into her mouth, and then began to suck. I was so close.