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 "Mr Swartz"
   by Sophie Browne


This is a story of fiction but as with most of my writings, there
is a thread of reality in it.

Mr. Swartz came to the house at about 8:30. The kids had left for
school and Jim, my husband, was out looking for work. Jim has
been unemployed since June, when the plant closed down.  The rent
was due 5 days ago and we just didn't have the money. Now I would
have to explain to the landlord that he would have to wait until
Jim's benefits came in and who knew how long that would be?

I opened the door for Mr. Swartz to come in and held my old
housecoat tight against the cold. "Mary, do you have the cheque?"
he asked.  He knew what the answer would be. Jim hasn't gotten
anything yet.  It should be in anytime now.  A couple of days
maybe.  Mr. Swartz took off his coat and laid it over the chair
in the hallway. "That doesn't do me any good now, does it?" he
answered as he strolled down the hall.  I'd better have a look at
that leak in the ceiling while I'm here.  Without waiting for a
reply, he walked into our bedroom to examine a leak that we had
been complaining about for ages.  I stood at the doorway as he
leaned up against our dresser, gazing at our ceiling.  Finally,
he fixed his stare on me and said that we were almost a week
behind in the rent and you know your husbands benefits won't kick
in for at least another month..  My heart sunk because it was
true. What are you gonna do, Mary?

Walking directly towards him, I said please understand. I've got
nothing to give you.  We're broke.

"Nothing?" he asked?  His hands went to the sash of my robe.  You
can't think of anything to keep me patient? Did he mean what I
thought he meant?  I could feel my stomach turn  but I said
nothing.  Deliberately, he untied the sash.  I could feel my face
turn crimson as Mr. Swartz reached inside my robe and wrapped his
arms around me, pulling me closer.  "I think I can come up with a
solution for you," he said.  His big hands slid down my negligee
until his hands rested on my behind.  Snapping out of my stupor,
I pushed him away.  "That was a stupid thing to do,  Mary.  I can
have you out in the street. Would you like to have your kids live
in the car until Jim can find work?"

My head was spinning.  This despicable bastard was enjoying the
trauma he was putting me through.  I'd always been faithful to
Jim, even though I wondered what he really did on boys night out.
 What do you want? I hissed.

I just want us to be friendly.  You be a friend to me and I'll be
a friend to you....and your family  It's up to you.

I stood motionless as Mr. Swartz reached for my robe again and
pushed it away from my shoulders.  The robe slid to the floor,
leaving me in my negligee and slippers.  You must have worked
hard to keep your body in such good shape after 2 kids.  Jim's a
lucky man.  Mr. Swartz had his hand behind my head and once again
I was pulled towards him.  I put my hands on his chest to keep
some distance between us but he took that as a sign of
compliance.  "That's better..." he said softly, then leaned
forward to kiss me.  He wrapped his arms around me and crushed me
to his frame.  His tongue slid into my mouth and once again his
hand groped my bottom through my negligee.  He forced my legs
apart with his knee, his massive thigh pressing against my
crotch.  His hand went under my nighty, up my leg to my behind
then slid under my panties.  Grabbing my buttocks roughly, he
broke our kiss, then moved his mouth to my neck and shoulder. 
The spaghetti strap of my nightgown was no match for the force of
his hands.  His lips trailed over my shoulder onto my chest. 
Yanking at the material, it easily gave way, exposing my breasts.

"Please don't do this to me." I begged.  Ignoring my plea, Mr.
Swartz gently cupped my breast, pushing rather than grabbing,
rubbing my nipple until it was stiff. " You've got a real nice
set on you, Mary,"  he whispered.  Mr. Swartz hugged me tightly
as he continued to squeeze my breasts.  I could feel his hardness
through his pants.

I was pushed onto the bed.  My legs were slightly apart and my
left breast was bare.  Mr. Swartz was taking off his clothes.  He
had thick curly hair on his chest and a tattoo of an emblem of
sorts on his forearm. Perhaps he was in the navy once.  His shoes
and socks were off, leaving only his trousers.  I squeezed my
legs together as he unfastened his belt.  His zipper was slowly
going down.  God, how could this be happening?  Mr. Swartz pushed
his trousers and shorts to the ground, then stepped out of them. 
His erection was massive.

Walking to the head of the bed, Mr. Swartz positioned himself at
my face. "Go ahead now, Mary.  It isn't like you've never sucked
a cock before."   It was.  Jim had tried to get me to perform
fellatio on him but the thought always made me sick.  Mr. Swartz
wasn't about to care about that.  He grabbed my chin in his hand
and forced my mouth open.  I gagged as he rammed into my throat. 
"Just make an 'O' with your lips and slide along the shaft," he
instructed.  If you don't lay on your side, you're going to choke
to death.  I did as he said. It wasn't as bad as I thought it
would be.  If this is all he wants, maybe I'll be ok, I thought.

After a few minutes of this, it became apparent that this was not
all he wanted.  Mr. Swartz got up and sat on the edge of the bed.
 Tugging me up by the arms until I was sitting, he pulled my
negligee over my head.  Now I was completely naked, except for my
panties.  He gently pushed me onto my back and positioned himself
on his knees between my legs.  Sliding his hands under my bottom,
my underpants were then yanked off.  His fingers were like
sausages and soon he was probing at my vagina. Finding my
clitoris, he massaged my most sensitive spot until was wet.  I
felt so ashamed.  I wasn't supposed to enjoy this but I couldn't
help myself.  His finger split my vagina lips and pumped rapidly
in and out of my crotch.  Without wanting to, I arched my hips to
meet his thrusts.  As his finger continued to ram into my pussy,
a second digit plunged into my bottom.  I had an orgasm, the
first with any man other than my husband.

Mr. Swartz slid his finger from my vagina and eased it into my
mouth.  He  pumped it into my mouth in the same way as his penis
had, not long before.  Mr. Swartz lay on his back.  "Get on top."
he ordered.  I slowly positioned myself astride his groin.  His
penis was bigger than Jim's and I was concerned.  "Go on, fuck
me...fuck yourself."  he grunted.  His hands were on my hips.  I
placed the glans between the folds and slowly sunk down on his
engorged tool.  It took three tries but finally we were crotch to
crotch.  I thought I'd die of pleasure as I rode up and down on
that meaty spear. The thought occurred to me, I was fucking the
landlord for the rent money.  At first, Mr. Swartz guided me by
the hips but as I became more independent, he reached for my
breasts, cupping and squeezing them.  Up and down, I flexed my
hips with brute force until my body was slick with sweat. I
screamed out in ecstasy as I plunged my pussy onto his cock. I
could take no more.  Sagging forward, he wrapped his big arms
around me, his cock still buried in my pussy.

As he rolled me onto my back, his cock popped free.  Mr. Swartz
took the opportunity to jam a pillow under my bottom.  Spreading
my legs with his hands, I could only mutter no more, no more. 
"I'll tell you when we're done.  I want more of that tight cunt
of yours." he sneered, and plunged in to the hilt with one
stroke.  My breasts shook with the force of his thrusts.  He held
my wrists to the sides and pumped his cock into me.  And I pumped
back at him.  This was not lovemaking.  This was fucking,  plain
and simple.  Pure raw animal sex.  I had 2 more orgasms before he
pulled out of me and shot his seed onto my belly.  I was spent. 
I was exhausted.  I could feel Mr. Swartz absently sucking at my
breast as he toyed with my pussy.  Dipping his finger into the
puddle on my tummy, he gently dabbed some of it onto my lips,
then slid his finger into my mouth.  I absently sucked on his
finger.

His wet penis lay against my thigh. I could feel it grow longer
and harder as Mr. Swartz continued to stroke his finger into my
mouth.  I lightly touched his side.  His muscles were firm to my
touch.  I reached for his stiff cock and stroked its length. 
Spreading my legs to welcome him, I rubbed my pussy with his
cock.  One tiny adjustment and Mr. Swartz eased his penis back
into me.  I wrapped my legs around his back and guided his lips
to my nipple.  He was much slower this time and more gentle. He
screwed his hips.  Reaching under me to cup and lift my buttocks
with each stroke.  I never felt so full. When he was done, he
stayed on top of me and within me.

When I awoke, he was pulling on his shoes. "I'll come by again on
Tuesday," he said.  Maybe you'll have my cheque by then.  Then he
was gone.  I lay in bed for almost an hour, thinking of what we
had done, of what I had done. Then I pulled the wet sheets off
the bed and took them to the washer.

Mr. Swartz was as good as his word.  He knocked at the door on
Tuesday morning.  He seemed disappointed to find me dressed in a
high collared pink blouse and black skirt.  After closing the
door, he toyed with my collar, saying does this mean that you
have my cheque?  Without a word, I walked to the end of the
hallway.  Stopping at the kitchen entranceway, I unzipped my
skirt and let it fall to the floor.  Bathed in the light of the
kitchen, I stood before Mr. Swartz in my blouse and panties, a
garter and black nylons.  Mr. Swartz strolled down the hall and
slowly knelt in front of me.  He seemed to be studying my state
of undress.  His hands went to the waistband of my panties, then
he pulled them to the floor.  With his hands behind my thighs, he
easily spread my legs to accommodate his bulk.  His massive hands
slid upwards to cup my bottom.  His tongue made contact with my
vagina. He flicked his tongue around and between my vagina lips,
probing and tantalizing me with his mouth.  My hands were wrapped
around his head as I gyrated my hips onto his face.  I'll never
pay rent again, I thought to myself. The penalty is just too good
to give up.

As I gingerly draped a leg over his shoulder, the doorbell rang. 
I was frozen in my place but Mr. Swartz continued his laving.  As
I withdrew from his touch, I said, "I've got to get that.  It may
be Jim's cheque."

I'll take care of it Mr. Swartz said, you wait in the bedroom. 
And with that, he slowly paced back down the hall.  I picked up
my skirt and fled to the bedroom. Cheque or no cheque, I wanted
that man again today.  I took off my blouse and then stretched
out on the bed, waiting for his return.  My hair spilled over the
pillow and my knees were drawn up and apart.  When Mr. Swartz
returned, I was shocked to see that he was not alone. You see
what I mean, Alec?  I told you Mary was an accommodating hostess.

I could have died of embarrassment.  There at my bedroom door was
a little man of about 50, in a red checkered work shirt and dirty
jeans.  His eyes almost popped right out of his head as he saw me
in my pose.  I quickly scrambled to cover myself.

"Don't be like that, Mary.  This is Alec.  He does some work for
me and since you can't pay me, I can't pay him. Alec's a nice
guy.  He wants to be patient too," said my landlord.

Get out of here, both of you I shrieked, I'm not your whore!

Mr. Swartz raced to the bed with surprising speed for a man of
his size and grabbed a handful of my hair. "You're not, Mary? 
What do you call fucking for the rent money?  Do you always let
your creditors suck your cunt? ....Maybe we should ask Jim. 
Maybe you'll get joint custody of the kids!" he spat.  With that,
he pushed me onto my back.  Mr. Swartz unclasped my bra as I
quietly began to cry.  The little man was stepping out of his
dirty jeans.

Mr. Swartz gently spread my legs apart.  I offered no resistance.
 The little man crawled between my legs, bending my knees.  He
placed his erect penis against my vagina and forced his way into
me.  He was surprisingly large for such a diminutive man.  He
continued to hold onto my knees as he pumped into my crotch.  Mr.
Swartz was not to be seen.  Alec said nothing as he fucked me.
Letting my legs fall to the bed,  Alec lay on top of me, his
penis deep in my cunt.  He toyed with my breasts, tugging at the
nipple until it stiffened to his command. A sharp pain as Alec
squeezed me too hard and brought a cry to my lips.  Alec
quickened and shortened his stroke. He stiffened and groaned as
he came inside me.  "That was wonderful, Mary." he whispered.

"You fucked me, now get out," I hissed, shoving Alec to the side.
 As I rose from the bed, Mr. Swartz appeared to block my way.
"Not very hospitable of you Mary."

"Get out of here before I call the police," I said, my voice
crackling with rage.  Before I could react, Mr. Swartz grabbed me
by the throat, choking me.  Terror raced through me.  They were
going to kill me now, I thought.  Mr. Swartz pulled me to the
edge of the bed. Finally releasing me, I slumped to the floor,
gasping for breath.  He yanked on my hair until I was positioned
across his lap.  Mr. Swartz then spanked my naked buttocks with
his bare hand, again and again and again, until the tears of pain
and humiliation soaked my face.  When he stopped, my bottom was
tingling and my pussy was wet.  Mr. Swartz pushed me onto the bed
and quickly peeled off his trousers.  He yanked my legs apart.  I
waited for his touch.  Soon the massive head of his cock was
probing my vagina slit, then burrowing deeply into me.  I
clutched his shoulders as Mr. Swartz pistoned his cock into me.
Again and again.

A pair of hands squeezed and cupped my breasts.  It was Alec.  He
stood over me, his penis dangling near my face. Mr. Swartz pulled
out of me and guided me to a kneeling position.  As Mr. Swartz
entered me from behind,  Alec pressed his cock to my lips.  I
though I'd suffocate as Alec fucked my throat while Mr. Swartz
fucked my cunt.  I accidentally bit Alec when Mr. Swartz plunged
hard into me. He did it again, slamming me with incredible force.
Twice more and then he was cumming.  As was I.  Waves of joy
washed over me as Mr. Swartz ground again my pubes.  I sucked
greedily , if awkwardly at Alec's cock.  Bobbing my head along
his shaft as best I could until my orgasm froze me to my spot.

As Mr. Swartz withdrew from between my thighs, Alec scrambled to
take his place.  I did not object. Alec entered me with ease.  I
clutched the sheets tightly and pushed my ass back to meet his
thrusts. I felt contented as this little stranger fucked me in my
own home. In my own bed.  Waves of pleasure washed over me as
Alec continued to penetrate me. I hardly noticed when he
ejaculated inside me.  I was sated, almost oblivious. Hands
gripped my hips as a newly erect penis eased into me.  "You've
never looked so beautiful, hon." I heard my husband say.


                        -- The End --


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