Since my early retirement, I had tried several things to keep me busy: painter, substitute teacher, sex education teacher, and driver at a brothel in Nevada. While each had its advantages they all came with disadvantages, namely, they turned out to be work. Even being a painter of naked women actually turned out to be work. Trying to get my paintings into galleries was harder than getting women to take their clothes off. That’s when I decided to just enjoy my retirement and the hell with ‘trying to keep busy.’
I moved into a quiet neighborhood assuming nobody would bother me. It had quiet tree lined streets and not a lot of kids. Most of the people were retired or empty nesters. I was quite happily settled in when the old lady across the street got shanghaied by her daughter into an old folk’s home. Hell, let her alone. If she wanted to pass on in her own home, leave the poor woman be.
So, the house across the street became a rental; bad juju, that. The first couple set up a meth lab in the garage. There was a constant stream of cars that stopped, the guy came out and met the car, there was a quick exchange of paper bags, and the car drove off. He probably would have been okay except he was stupid enough to use his own product. While he was tweaking, he threatened the little old lady next door. She did the smart thing: called the cops.
When the cops knocked on the door to the garage, the young thug opened it, ready to punch the old lady. The cops, of course, saw the drug lab and invited the punk to lie on his face on the ground while they handcuffed him. I gather from gossip that it took six cops to finally wrestle him into submission. It was quite exciting for the next nine hours while twenty cop cars clogged our street as they disassembled and carted away his drug lab.
The next tenants were a young couple with noisy, young, and out of control kids. They lasted six months until they were three months behind in rent. Hard to do without trying, but they somehow managed.
The house stood empty for a while. Then one day, the bitch from hell moved in with her daughter. I heard from my neighbor, the street snoop, that she was fleeing an abusive husband. She had cleaned out their joint bank account and took off with help from some woman’s group. They had resettled her in another state. The husband was convicted without a trial and his daughter was stolen, along with his money. But that is the way it’s done these days.
Now ladies, before you start calling me names, yeah, I know there are abusive husbands and some are dangerous. I read the horror stories too. I also read the stories of wives who hire a hit man for their husband so they can run away with their boyfriend. The trouble is, knowing who is really nuts, on either side of the street. That’s a fact.
Just like half of all reported rapes are factually false. Nobody talks about it, but it is true. And factually false doesn’t mean couldn’t be proved; it means that the report was not true; it was made up by the woman to fuck the guy. Just like the Kobe Bryant case. The girl was bragging to all of her friends that she banged him, until the word got back to her family, then, suddenly she had been raped. Once money changed hands, just as suddenly, she didn’t care about the prosecution anymore. She also didn’t say, “No.” Ladies, if you were being raped against your will, don’t you think you’d say no at least once?
Anyway the bitch from hell moved in. At first, I thought this looked good. Her daughter was a youngish teen. She was quiet and didn’t have a lot of friends so things were quiet. I took this as a good sign. I made a cherry pie with fresh cherries from a neighbor’s tree, only from the branches that come over the fence into my yard, a cooking specialty that I do quite well.
There I was with a still warm pie when she answered the door. She sneered, “What do you want?” I saw the daughter standing behind her and saw the look on her face, like, sorry Mister.
I pressed on, hoping, “I know you are new to the neighborhood and thought you might like a fresh cherry pie.” The hope was dashed.
“I don’t need your cherry pie,” she said in a nasty hissing voice. “I don’t need anything from a man.” She slammed the door in my face. Unfortunately, I was holding the pie out just far enough that the door hit the pie pan, knocking it partly out of my hand. Teetering, I tried to grab it. I only managed to redirect it in its downward arc. It hit halfway down my thighs turning my tan Dockers into a tie dye mess of brown and purple, before mashing all over her front step.
The door slammed open. She looked stunned, then angrily shouted, “What the fuck did you do to my porch?”
I swear I haven’t hit a girl since about third grade but I was this close. She slammed the door in my face again. I counted to ten before I bent down and scooped most of the shattered pie back into the pie pan. Later, I saw the daughter out with a hose cleaning the porch.
Fucking bitch!
I tried to not let her bother me. I took a deep breath and said ‘Forget it.’ But she seemed hell bent on being a bitch. She yelled at the postal guy. She screamed at the meter reader. She bawled out the paper kid when he came to collect his money. If it was male, she screamed at it. All of this and more was at top volume so the neighbors had no choice but to hear it.
If I was out in my front yard for any reason and she came out, she looked my way with a sneer of disdain that dripped resentment. All I had done was make a freaking pie, oh, and I was born male.
After months of this, I was fed up with little miss bitch, which is what I called her. I dreamed of some way to get even, but all of them involved something illegal or stupid. I didn’t hate her enough to go to jail. I should have remembered how Karma always seems to even things out in the long run.
It was about nine months after she moved in, just becoming winter as the first cold storm had blown through reminding us all that the warmth of summer was gone. I saw the bitch getting out of her car. She looked my way and the usual sneer didn’t appear. That made me curious enough to watch her. She started towards me, stopped, started again and stopped. It was most curious. Then she turned sharply and went into her house. I shrugged and went into my place.
A half hour later I heard a soft knock. I answered and there she was, her face a mask of self-abasement. “I need some help.”
“Call the police,” I said and started to close the door.
“Not that kind,” she said desperately.
I shrugged, not in the least interested. She had truly turned off all of my human impulses towards her.
“The sheriff is coming tomorrow to throw us out of the house,” she said. I shrugged again. “Oh God, I’ll be homeless and so will Madison.”
“Madison?” I asked.
“My daughter,” she said.
That impinged a little. Her daughter had been nice and I hated to see a girl that young on the streets. But it wasn’t enough to make me forget. “Call the welfare people,” I said trying to close the door.
“I’ll do anything,” she cried out.
Now, we all know what that means. Truth was I was in a little slump on the woman front. Okay, the real truth was I was as horny as a two peckered billy goat. I was wearing out my porn site connections. The door stopped. I didn’t even think about it. I looked at her, “Anything?” I asked, heavy with significance.
She looked down at her shoes.
“You didn’t answer,” I said.
She still didn’t say anything so I knew she had just been fucking with me like usual. I started to close the door again.
“Yes, anything,” she screamed. Then she covered her face with her hands, “Oh my God. Please, I don’t want my daughter on the streets.”
“Come in,” I said. She followed me inside, her face covered in anguish. If she just hadn’t been such a complete bitch, that might have made me feel some compassion for her, but the compassion well had been run dry by her antics and attitude.
“These are the rules. You do anything I ask.” I waited until she nodded. “Your daughter, Madison, has to obey me.”
“She’s too young,” she said pleading.
“No, no, not that way. I mean obey around the house,” I said quickly.
She let out her breath and nodded.
“Second, you’ll treat me like the boss. No snotty responses. In fact, you’ll call me Master,” I said.
I thought that was going to be a deal breaker from the look on her face. But the anger quickly drained away and resignation replaced it. She nodded.
I have no idea, even to this day, why I said that. I usually skipped reading BDSM stories since they made no sense to me. What’s erotic about getting whipped or ordered around? For some weird reason, that just popped into my head.
Here was my chance to get even. All that crap she had given me and every other guy in the world, I could get even. I felt like it was my duty to teach her a lesson. I owed it to the brotherhood of men.
Something else was popping into my little head, blood. My cock was swelling in anticipation. Like I said, I was backed up in the sperm department and not thinking clearly. All I could think about right then was that she had said ‘Anything’ and I wanted some of that anything. I unzipped and pulled out my pecker. It was half hard and swelling quickly.
She looked down at it and up at me, the shock plainly written on her face. I held her eyes, ‘Put up or shut up.’ She shivered head to toe, then sighed. She fell to her knees before me. Her hand slowly encircled my cock. She looked up hoping for a reprieve.
Hah. I was so excited that the precum was already dripping from the end of my prick. I could almost cum just from having a hand that wasn’t mine on my shaft. “Go ahead,” I ordered.
A sigh and she bent forward. I’ll say this, she may have been a bitch but she knew how to suck cock. It was insane, her hands, mouth, lips, and tongue worked like a blowjob machine, tuned to Max Pleasure. She was better than Willie Nelson’s Keno girl. My toes were curling. She did something to just the head, sucking and biting a little and I felt it coming. “Swallow it all,” I barely was able to say before my eyes curled back and the eruption in my balls blanked out everything else. In short, I exploded. Next thing I knew, I was breathing hard and when I looked down she was licking the last drops from my cock. ‘God Damn,’ I thought.
Now I was conflicted. I hated this bitch although I felt sorry for her daughter. If it wasn’t for the girl I would have turned the bitch out on the street despite my fondness of the idea of getting even. This bj had changed things. Like most guys I get pussy whipped easily. A bj like that and I can put up with a lot of crap from a woman just thinking of the next one. I was going to have to be careful and keep up my guard. I recalled reading one time, no matter how beautiful a woman is, there is some guy who is tired of putting up with her crap. I would have to maintain my guard.
I put away my dick and worked on getting back my bad mood, at least for her to see. “Okay, you convinced me for now.” She looked relieved. “But, that can change in a moment. Tomorrow morning you can move your stuff in along with your daughter. Make sure she understands she is here at my sufferance. You have a lot of furniture?”
“No,” she said. “The place came furnished.”
“Good. You can be out before the sheriff shows up. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“Thank you,” she said quietly.
“Thank you, Master,” I reminded her.
Her head bowed, she said, “Thank you, Master.” She turned and left. I watched as she went back to her place. She gave one look back before she went in. I wondered if she would actually show up in the morning. The more I thought about it that night, the more certain I was that I had made a big mistake. I had let the little head over rule the big head and that usually got me in trouble. But somehow, the little head always seemed to win those arguments.
I found out later from Madison that her mom spent the evening trying everyone they had ever known for some place to live, all to no avail. Her grandmother finally said they could move in to her one bedroom apartment in New York, if they could get there, which they didn’t have the cash to do.
Early the next morning she showed up at my door. “I wasn’t sure you would be here,” I said.
She nodded, “I don’t have much choice.”
I stepped aside and let her in. “Maddie is packing,” she said.
“Maddie, a nickname?” I asked. She nodded. “You know, I don’t even know your name. To me, you’ve always been the bitch.”
She looked like she had been slapped. She looked down again but answered, “Brenda.”
Maddie came across the street loaded with bags. “Uh, hi,” she said. She looked around, then asked. “Mom said we are going to stay here.” I nodded, “Where should I put my things?”
“Down the hall, last door on the right.”
“And Mom’s?”
“Upstairs, next to my room. It’s across the hall from the bath,” I said looking at Brenda. She made no sign of protest.
When Maddie came back empty handed, Brenda and I were still by the door. “Before we get any farther, I think we need to lay down the rules.” I motioned them into the front room. They both sat down looking nervous.
“First, what I say goes. No arguments or you will be looking for a cardboard box to sleep in.” I could see that Maddie hadn’t really understood how dire their circumstances were. She thought about sleeping in a box and it came home to her. She looked a little stunned as she nodded.
“Second, Brenda, you need to find a job ASAP and start saving to get your own place. This is temporary, very temporary. By the way, how did you lose your last job?”
“I told my last boss to fuck himself,” she said quietly.
I glanced over to see Maddie’s eyes get wide. I doubt she had heard that part of the story before. “He was a man I assume. This is an order: you rein in your anti-male horse shit until you move out of here. I don’t care if you get fired after that.” She was looking down at her hands but she did nod.
“I’m not used to having people in my house. I want you to leave things the way they are, which is the way I like them. Don’t change stations on the radio. Don’t move things in the kitchen. Do you both understand?”
They both nodded. I could see a tear coming down Brenda’s cheek. Maddie looked scared. Okay, I wasn’t being very hospitable. I didn’t feel like being hospitable to the bitch. She was damn lucky I took enough pity on her daughter to take them both in. Hell, I should have taken the girl in and left the bitch to starve except she never would have gone for that.
That’s how it started.
They finished moving their pitiful possessions over before noon. They did have a few small pieces of furniture that I put in the garage. I didn’t see hide or hair of them the rest of the afternoon.
At dinner time I found Brenda in Maddie’s room. “You cook?” I asked. She nodded. “You cook well?” She nodded again but also smiled slightly.
Maddie spoke up, “Mom’s a good cook.”
I thumbed towards the kitchen. “Time to start earning your room and board.”
“I’ll help,” Maddie told her mom as they both headed to the kitchen. I followed and sat on a stool and poured myself a glass of wine. The bitch looked at it with a touch of longing, I thought. I shrugged and thought of one of my favorite sayings, ‘I always cook with wine. Sometimes I even add it to the food.’ I poured another glass, looked at Maddie and poured a third.
“Maddie, give this your mom.”
Brenda looked up and smiled, actually a nice smile. “Thank you.” It was a bit shocking since it was the first really nice thing she had ever said to me.
After Maddie gave her mom the glass, I said, “This one is yours.” Maddie looked at her mom.
“She’s too young,” Brenda said.
“Not in my house. I live on the European plan. If you can reach the table you are old enough to have a glass of wine with dinner,” I said reasonably.
Maddie looked at her mom. Brenda hesitated, then nodded. Maddie came over and took the glass. “I’ve never had wine before.”
I held up my glass. “To you. You are about to enter a whole new world. You may take a few times to get used to it, but wine can add immeasurably to your dining pleasure.”
She took a sip. “Not bad.”
Not surprising since it was a superb Viognier, easy to drink and fruity. Dinner was quite good. Brenda looked happy and I have to admit that I had to keep a rein on my feelings in order not to be too ebullient. I had to keep remembering I was pissed at her. Men are disgusting. Give us a blow job, fix us a good dinner with wine, and we cave.
Maddie and Brenda joined me after dinner watching TV, even though I could tell ESPN wasn’t exactly what they would have preferred. Neither complained which is what I wanted.
As I was getting tired I wondered how I would handle this whole thing. Should I just order Brenda up to my bed? That would be a little tough on Maddie. On the other hand, I didn’t care if I was tough on Brenda. Maybe embarrassing her in front of Maddie would do her some good – break down that pissy personality of hers.
“I’m going to bed,” I said.
Brenda solved my problem by saying, “Me too.”
Maddie said, “I guess me too.”
I turned off the TV and headed upstairs. Brenda followed me. She stopped outside the door to her room with her head down, waiting.
“Come in,” I said and led her into my room. She followed. “Take off your clothes.” She paused, then started to undress dropping her clothes on the floor. She was startlingly good looking. She must have had Maddie when she was a teen because she still looked really good.
“Keep those on,” I said as she was down to black stockings; real black stockings. I didn’t think women wore those anymore. If I was bright when I have a hard on, which I’m not, I would have realized that she was wearing sexy black stockings for one reason and one reason only, and it wasn’t fashion. “Take off my clothes,” I ordered her. Again, she did it without protest carefully taking off my clothes, folding them, and stacking them on a chair.
“Get me hard.” That wasn’t going to be difficult since I was seven eights there from looking at Brenda in those sexy stockings and high heels. She knelt in front of me and laved my cock with her tongue and lips, sucking it before she even touched it with hands. I was fully hard in two shakes. I let her continue to lave attention on my cock, both because it felt good and to have her on her knees before me. Finally, it was getting me too close so I ordered her onto the bed.
“Get on the bed, your ass in the air,” I said.
Without a word, Brenda climbed up on the bed and got in position. She looked back over her shoulder and smiled a sexy little invitation, her red curly hair already disheveled. I climbed up behind her, admiring her nice white ass with her pussy peeking out between her thighs, surrounded by a nest of soft red hair. Damn, that looked nice. It had been a while. I expected I would have to go slow but when I ran my cock up and down her slot, she was already sopping wet. She had gotten turned on like crazy from giving me a blow job.
I was too turned on myself to give it a lot of deep thought. I seated the head in her and pushed, sliding all the way into her. Brenda moaned as I bottomed out. I pulled back watching as my rod slid back out from between those lovely pure white orbs of her ass. It has always been a turn on for me to watch my cock sliding in and out of a woman.
It is one of the reasons I like the rabbit position, watching my cock sinking into her pussy. The other, of course, is how deep you can get that way, jabbing hard into her, feeling your balls slapping up against her pussy, leaning in hard so that your cock runs over her clit all the way in. I could tell that Brenda was enjoying it as much as I. My cock was shiny with her juices: her tight pussy clasped me as I pulled back and grabbed me as I slid back in.
Brenda was moaning now in time with every thrust, her pussy spasms milking my cock like a velvet glove. I’ve always liked that analogy, but an even better analogy with Brenda was a velvet glove dipped in warm Vaseline. I felt the tightening in my balls as I got ready to dump my load. I started banging her hard, her head dropped to the mattress and she pushed back hard to meet every thrust. “Take my cum,” I shouted as I felt the first blast gushing from my balls and down the tube into her pussy.
“Yes,” she screamed and her pussy grabbed my dick like a vise, over and over I sent gouts of cum into her and her pussy milked my cock like it wanted more and more. One last spasm and I buried my cock all the way in. I was done and it felt glorious to bury the shaft all the way marinating in our combined juices.
Brenda was breathing hard under me. She moaned and slowly fell to the bed. I followed her, keeping that connection. What a fuck…
The nice thing was I didn’t have to worry about filling her with my cum since I’d had the tubes cut years before. I was having all the pleasure and none of the worry.
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