The Landlord

by Baphomet <mail.baphomet@gmail.com>

Chapter One
Rent

Jenny was a cute little thing. Twenty-five years old, petite and brunette, she had the biggest brownest doe eyes. She was absolutely irrestable when she batted them at you. I found it hard, sometimes impossible, to say no when she looked at me with those beautiful eyes and pleaded for something.

I guess that's why I rented one of my apartments to her against my better judgement. A single waitressing mom with a 10-year-old daughter didn't strike me as someone who could afford to rent a flat in the city.

But she wooed me with those big brown eyes. Plus, she paid in cash, up front: first month's rent, last month's rent and the security deposit.

I should have realized that tips were good in the summer, in the middle of the tourist season, but things would change as the days grew shorter.

I remember the day she came to look at the apartment. She was still dressed in her sexy waitress outfit (or as she called it, her *sexist* waitress outfit). Her boss obviously knew that sex sells and only hired young petite girls and dressed them up in tight uniforms with low necklines and high hemlines.

The white fabric was just shear enough for you to make out her lacy bra if you looked closely and the light was just right. I made certain to position myself in just the right spot when she looked out of the big bay window in the dining room. 

The sun silhouetted every curve perfectly and I wanted to bend her over and take her right then and there. She was on fire. She was so hot I didn't even want to take her clothes off. I just wanted to tuck my cock up under her skirt, bend her over the window sill and start banging.

That was four months ago and every month when I pick up the rent I still get a hardon. Today is no exception.

Jenny was more gorgeous than usual as she answered the door. She wore a tiny little sweater that didn't even come down to her navel. Her pert breasts peaked out above the neckline. She wore the tiniest denim skirt, the kind that makes you swear if you stare long enough, you can see her panties. Believe me, I was tempted to find out.

Her long beautiful legs seem to go on forever until they disappeared in that tiny strip of denim.

She seemed nervous as I counted the money. She twirled her hair in her finger and unconsciously pulled a strand to her mouth and started biting it.

"Jenny," I said disappointed and just a little bit angry. "You're short again! By $150 this time!"

"I know, I'm sorry, I just need a little more time," she pleaded, batting those beautiful eyes at me. She crossed her arms and purposefully pushed up her breasts. She bent down slightly giving me a better view of her cleavage. "Please, be patient with me."

It wasn't going to work this time.

"Jenny, you were $50 short in September and I let it go. Then you were $100 short in October and I told you it was okay to pay it in November. Then, instead of making up for October, you came up short again! Now you owe me $300!"

"I know, I know.... I'll pay it soon I promise."

"When?"

"I don't know. Things have been hard at work. This new job started out great, but now we're not getting as many customers."

"That's because it's freezing out. You'll get even fewer customers in February. What are you doing to make more money?"

"I don't know...."

"If you can't afford the rent, you can't live here. If you can't get caught up, I'm going to have to ask you to leave."

"No! You can't! This is the best neighborhood for my little girl. I don't have to worry about some sleazy guy trying to sell her drugs when she's playing in the yard. Please, don't make me go!"

"I'm sorry Jenny, but I have expenses to worry about. I have to pay the taxes on this place. I have to pay the utility bills. This isn't a charity."

"It's not fair! Mr. Raymond doesn't pay full rent! You let him go every month!"

"What?" I was angered that she made such a comparison. "Mr. Raymond is my handyman. He performs a service for me. He fixed your stove and your leaky faucet for you. When he does work, I take it off his rent."

"Can't you do that for me?"

"If you could perform a useful service for me I could, but I don't think you know much about plumbing or electricity do you?"

She turned around and walked away, pensive.

"There must be something you want from me.... something I can do for you," she said. Her voice was hesitant and noticeably quieter. 

The sight of her bare lower back and those long beautiful legs disapearing into heaven fueled my raging cock and my horomones took over.

The uncontrollable urge to just bend her over and inseminate her right there overwhelmed me, but I kept myself under control... mostly.

Emboldended by my hardon, I walked up close to her and massaged her shoulders.

"Look Jenny, I like you. I don't want you to leave, but you really can't afford this place. I promise to put in a good word for you. I'll write you a good recommendation to any place you apply to."

She started to sob.

"Hey, don't cry. I'm sorry to see you go. I wish we could work something out."

I meant it. I rubbed her shoulders and boldly caressed her neck. I wanted desperately to reach around and grab her breasts, but I kept myself under control. I didn't want to do something I'd regret. Jenny was gorgeous, but she was a good person too.

That's what made it so surprising that she was the one who made the proposal.

"What if..." she started and then paused as I enjoyed myself rubbing her shoulders. "What if I could perform a service for you, like Mr. Raymond. Could you... take it off my rent and let me stay?"

"I'd do it in a heartbeat, Jenny. I like having you as my tenant. What kind of service did you have in mind?"

She turned around. Her expression had changed. Her big doe eyes weren't pleading anymore. They were serious, determined.

"This kind," she said. She reached down and pressed the heel of her hand against my hardon. My cock leaped with lust and tried to break free from the confines of my jeans.

I just stood there frozen, not sure what to do. She looked at me with those beautiful eyes, checking my reaction. When I didn't object, she unbuttoned my jeans and released the beast.

She turned her gaze away from me and pulled herself close to me. Her cheek pressed against my chest as she jerked me off. Her grip was like a vice as she worked my iron-hard tool.

Never looking to face me, she licked and spit in her free hand and rubbed her palm against my cockhead. I let out a moan and bucked my hips forward, thrusting into her hand. I enjoyed the sensation of being stroked like a piston by this skinny little twenty-something.

I wrapped my arms around her and stroked her hair, her back. I even let a hand wander down and squeeze her ass. 

"Let's move to the couch," she said in a straightforward, business-like manner. There was no emotion. No sexiness to it. Not like it mattered.

She sat me down and pulled my pants past my knees. Kneeling before me she continued stroking, working me adamantly.

She stopped only to reach into a table drawer to pull out a bottle of baby oil and rubbed it in her hands. Baby oil? Her daughter Katie was a big girl -- 10 years old. I wonder if she did this all the time?

She continued to work my cock furiously, a bit too hard at times and I had to stop her to tell her to be gentle twice. 

"Why won't you cum?" she said, showing her frustration.

"I think... uh... I think you're going to have to take me in your mouth," I offered, almost afraid to push my luck.

She frowned. Her whole demeanor changed. This went from a business-like activity to something she dreaded. I might as well have asked her to clean a sewer by the look on her face.


"I... don't know if I want to," she started. "I'm not a... I don't want to feel like a ... a prostitute."

As soon as that word left her mouth, the reality of what she was doing hit her. A tear started to run down her face.

"Oh God, what am I doing?" she asked rhetorically. She wiped away her tears with her wrist.

I knelt down and hugged her. "Shhh, don't cry, Jenny," I reassured her. "You're not a whore. You're being a good mother."

"I... I am?"

"Yes, you are. You're doing this for Katie, aren't you?"

"Yes, so she can live here."

"And to keep her away from bad people, right?"

"Uh huh," she sniffled.

"And you'd do anything for Katie, wouldn't you? Like a good mom, you'd do anything for your daughter."

Everything changed. Her resolve returned and she found a reason to do what, a moment before, was unthinkable.

"Yes, that's right. I'd do anything for Katie," she said. She pushed me away. "Sit down while I take care of you."

Who was I to disobey? I sat.

Jenny walked over to me on her knees. She positioned her self smack between my legs as I spread them wide. She gave my semi-erect cock a couple strokes then she opened her mouth wide and swallowed it whole.

I watched as my monster disappeared into that sweet little mouth. Her head bobbed up and down like a champ as she worked my cock. She tongued the head, smacking her lips and slurping as saliva drooled obscenely out of the corners of her mouth.

She jerked me off while she squeezed her lips against my cockhead. She pulled her head off letting her lips smack loudly only to dive back onto my shaft, practically deepthroating me. 

I was so close to cumming. She worked me furiously. Her head bobbed up and down in a blur. The sound of sucking and lip smacking filled the room. I reached down and clutched her breast roughly, fondling the nipple with my thumb. 

"Oh, yeah," I moaned out loud. I had longed to touch those breasts so many times before. Now all bets were off. I took my other hand and put it on the back of her head. I felt a tingling from deep inside my balls. I was so close. I pumped my hips, thrusting my cock deeper into her mouth.

"Oh, Jenny... I... I... I want to fuck your face.... Would... Would that be okay?" I stammered.

Her eyes looked up at me as she continued to work my cock with her mouth. She pulled off just long enough to say one thing: "Do it."

With that, I grabbed the back of her head with both hands and forcefully shoved my cock down her throat. She gagged loudly, but didn't resist. I bucked my hips back and forth fucking her face like a piece of meat. Her eyes watered as she gagged on my throbbing member. I slammed myself into the back of her throat again, and again, and again until finally I erupted in her mouth.

I can't remember ever cumming so violently. My whole body shook as muscles I didn't know I had contracted tightly, forcefully expelling load after load of thick, sticky semen into this tiny girl's mouth. 

Jenny took it all, never once pulling off my cock. As I unleashed the last load, she looked like she was about to throw up.

"Swallow it," I ordered her in a voice I had never used with her before.

Her eyes turned pleading once again as if to beg me for a reprieve. She gave me a look that said "Anything but that."

"DO IT," I said as though I were talking to my dog.

Jenny obeyed. I watched the lump of cum work its way down her throat with an audible gulp. Without further instruction, Jenny opened her mouth to show me it was all gone. You can't tell me she hasn't done this before!

"Good girl, Jenny," I said. "You're such a good girl." I pulled up my pants and zipped them as I stood up.

Jenny stood up too. One or two teardrops were slowly making their way down her face. I gave her a hug, squeezing her ass. I went to kiss her but she turned her face away. I kissed her on the cheek anyway. 

I started to head out the door when Jenny called out to me.

"So, you'll take that off the rent, right?"

"You bet Jenny," I said. "I'll be back next week to collect on the $250 you still owe me."

"What?"

I stopped before opening the door. "The other $250. Remember? You owed me a total of $300."

"You're only taking off $50?"

"Only?" I laughed. "Jenny, how much do you think a blow job goes for? I'll see you next week. Keep this up and you'll be caught up in no time."

As I slammed the door behind me, I forced myself to ignore the faint sound of sobbing. I know I should feel like a heel, but a month's worth of wet dreams came true tonight. I felt like a million dollars and I couldn't wait till next week. 

--

Chapter Two: Next Week

Do you know how long a week is? It's supposed to be seven days, but this one felt like a month -- no -- a year. Seven days could not pass soon enough. Jenny was in my mind 24 hours a day. I fantasized about her at work. I imagined her as I eyed cute girls at the shopping mall or the sweet college-age cashiers at the supermarket. At night time, oh how I hated night time! At night I would try (and fail) to purge her image from my mind. I forced myself not to masturbate. I needed to save every drop of cum I had for Jenny this weekend.

I approached Jenny's apartment uncharacteristically nervous. I had been fighting this hardon all day, but now I was as limp as a wet balloon. I was worried I wouldn't be able to get it up for her.

Jenny opened the door and peered at me. Her expression was difficult to read. She wasn't her usual cheery self, but she didn't look like she hated me either.

"Hey," she greeted me. "Come on in. Can I get you something?"

"Uh, no thanks. I'm fine." I think I was more nervous than she was. 

I followed her in and closed the door. She looked amazing, as usual. She was wearing a pink sleeveless top with spaghetti straps. It looked about two sizes too small for her as it practically adhered to her lithe, supple body. It came down to the top of her navel. Her flat stomach and pierced bellybutton showed prominently. She had on a tiny white skirt with poofy little frills. Her legs and feet were bear as she glided across the room.

"I guess we should just get it over with, huh?" she said.

"I guess." What was wrong with me? I felt like a nervous teenager on a first date.

Jenny walked up to me and looked me in the eyes. I still couldn't read her emotions. She didn't seem resentful, but she didn't look like she was looking forward to this either. Just business I guess.

She got to her knees and unzipped my pants. Giving them a tug, she exposed my flacid cock, although I coul feel the beginnings of an erection stirring.

Jenny took it into her mouth and worked it with her tongue. It took me only seconds to get hard. As my cock grew, so did my lust. I began thrusting back and forth. I felt the urge to plunge myself deep into her. Jenny never missed a beat. She took my cock eagerly into her mouth, working her head up and down. She took almost the whole shaft down her mouth at times. Then she would jerk me off while her tongued worked miracles on the head.

My cock felt unbelievably hard. It was like shoving an iron rod down her throat. Jenny took me deep into her mouth again, but this time I grabbed the back of her head and thrust wildly with my hips, pinning her against my stomach. Her nose was buried in a mound of curly pubic hair as I felt my cock entombed by her gagging throat.

I regained my senses and released her. Jenny pulled back and coughed a little, but then went right back to sucking me off.

"I'm... I'm sorry, Jenny," I said. "I got carried away."

"It's okay," she said between cock sucking. "I know some guys need to get a little rough in order to get off. Whatever it takes, you know? I can handle it."

She had pretty much given me the green light to get as rough as I wanted, but I was still too nervous. This wasn't some wet dream, this was real life. Jenny wasn't a love doll, or even a street whore. She was a real person, someone I had a connection with.

Maybe she sensed my hesitation. Jenny, got up and walked over to the couch. 

"Let's try this," she said, laying down on her back. She let her head dangle over the arm rest.

"Go ahead," she said, opening her mouth wide. "Do what you need to do."

I couldn't believe what was happening to me. I didn't need any more coaxing. I took her tiny head in my hands and shoved my cock in her mouth, making her gag audibly. I then began a relentless face fucking. I slammed my cock into her throat, as deep as I could penetrate again and again. 

As if this weren't enough, I gave into the temptation to fondle the lithe, gorgeous body in front of me. I reached forward and pulled back her skirt to reveal tiny white panties. Pushing them aside, I stuck a finger down her fuck hole. She was soaking wet. I fingered her wildly as I fucked her face. 

I heard muffled moans coming from Jenny's cock-stuffed mouth as I fondled her pussy vigorously. The need to taste her juices overwhelmed me.

I grabbed her by the waist and lifted her up. Jenny let out a yelp of surprise as I hoisted her in the air. I stuck my face in her pussy and began eating her out like a feed bag. She soon got the idea and began to suck my cock again. 

"Oh, yeah!" I shouted loudly. "Yeah! Yeah!"

I was sure the other tenants could hear, but I was far from caring.

"Take it, Jenny, take it!"

Jenny jerked me off furiously as she sucked my cockhead. I felt my balls tingle and I unleashed my load into her mouth. Gob after gob of cum filled her little mouth. I set her back down on the couch. She got to her hands and knees and opened her mouth showing me the cum. Then she swallowed and showed me her clean mouth. I was living a porno.

"My face must be a wreck," she said, breaking the mood. It was true. She had cum and drool all over her face. Her hair and makeup were both in disarray. She washed her face in the bathroom. I strolled up behind her, still pantsless and gave her a hug. My cock began to stir again and I pushed it into her. I rubbed her stomach and gently groped one of her breasts. I kissed the back of her neck gently.

"Did you enjoy that?" I asked.

Jenny turned the water off and stood up. She turned around and gently pushed me away.

"Hey, don't get the wrong idea," she said sweetly. "You're not my boyfriend or anything. It's just ... it's just the rent, you know?"

"Right," I said, embarrassed. I backed off and put my pants on. "Just business."

I felt really awkward suddenly. She was a great fuck, but suddenly I just wanted to get out of there. "Same time next week?" I asked.

"Yeah," she said. "Next week." She didn't sound like she was looking forward to it at all.

If only I knew what next week had in store for me....

--

Chapter Three
Bigger payments

By this time I was beginning to have second thoughts about what I was doing. On one hand it was a dream come true, but on the other, I felt like a real scumbag. I mean, this was practically extortion. "Practically" my ass! This was extortion! Suck my cock or I'll throw her and her daughter out on the street? Maybe I should call the whole thing off?

As much as my conscience told me it would be the right thing to do, my cock told me otherwise. Just one more time. This week will be the last week, I convinced myself.

As the door to Jenny's apartment swung open, I was caught completely by surprise. Jenny greeted me with a warm, cheery smile. It was like nothing had happened and she was back to her old self again.

"Hi! C'mon in!" she said in her perky, cheerful voice.

Did I say back to her old self? Almost. I don't have X-ray vision, but it looked like she was wearing nothing but a nightshirt. The pink shirt went down to just above her knees. The word "Princess" was emblazoned on the front. 

"I was wondering, if maybe you'd... uh..." she hesitated.

"What is it, Jenny?"

She shook her head. "Nevermind. Something stupid," she said. "Let's get to it, huh?" she said smiling. Her nervousness and reluctance had somehow vanished. She seemed almost eager and happy to get started on her weekly "chore".

Jenny knelt before me. I'll never get tired of seeing that. She unzipped my pants. My cock was already hard. It practically jumped out, almost hitting her in the face. 

"Mmmm," she said. "You're ready for me tonight."

She began sucking my cock eagerly. 

"Why don't you get comfortable?" she said. "Take your shirt off for me."

I pulled off my shirt as she went back to sucking my cock, taking its length into her mouth. I swayed my hips rhythmically, pumping my cock into her face as she sucked on it. She pushed up with her tongue, pressing my cock against the roof of her mouth, making it feel as tight as a virgin pussy.

"Oh, yes," I called out. "Oh, Jenny."

She pumped her head back and forth, taking the full length of my member down her throat. She forced her head against my stomach and gagged on my length. Then she pulled back, caught her breath, and went right back to sucking. 

I began pumping my hips faster. I felt fantastic. My cock was hard as a rock and I felt completely empowered. I fucked her cute little face without restraint. She was my whore. My personal whore.

Suddenly, Jenny pulled off. Wiping her mouth she caught her breath and started to say something, much to my annoyance.

"Lets..." she gasped. "Let's take this to the bedroom."

My annoyance immediately evaporated as she took me by the hand and led me to her room. 

"Lie down on the bed," she said. "It'll be easier for me to take care of you."

I did exactly what she said. I was shocked when she crawled on top of me in a 69 position. She began to eagerly bob her head up and down my cock again as she pushed her sweet little ass up in the air.

I looked up and immediately saw she wasn't wearing any panties. I couldn't resist the opportunity to finger her again. Soaking wet!

I fingered her deeply and eagerly, spreading her lips apart and probing two, three, even four fingers deep inside her. Slowly, she lowered her body down and I pulled her pussy to my face. I began to eat her out eagerly sucking down her sweet love juices. 

I tongued her clit, taking it between my lips. I sucked on it and teased it with my tongue. Soon, I was hammering it with my tongue, licking her harder and faster. I was pleased to hear Jenny groaning in pleasure as she sucked my cock. 

Suddenly, her hips began to buck. She stopped sucking my cock and moaned loudly as the shockwave of an orgasm rolled through her body, much to my delight.

Jenny pulled away and stood up on her knees. To my delight she pulled her nightshirt off revealing the perfect body. Her nipples stood erect against the cool air. 

"I was wondering," she said, crawling toward me. "I was wondering, if maybe you'd... uh, take a bigger payment tonight?"

"A bigger payment?" I asked, perplexed. 

"You know," she said shyly. She turned away, afraid to look me in the eye. Instead, she rubbed her pussy on my cock. "If I do something more for you, will you... take more off the rent? So I get caught up faster?"

"Absolutely!" I said eagerly.

She kept rubbing against my cock. Her warm juices coated my hard on. I needed her so badly. I had to penetrate her.

"How much more?" she teased.

Oh fuck, not now you cunning little whore.

"A... a... hundred dollars," I said.

"Oh, come on," she said, squeezing her breasts together then rubbing them in my face. "You can do better than that!"

"I thought you said you weren't a whore?" I asked, cruelly. That did the trick... almost too well. She shut down immediately. A look of shock, and then shame fell over her face. She turned away, afraid to meet my gaze. She was silent.

"$150," I said. "Now bend over."

Without another word, Jenny obeyed. She got on all fours and pushed her ass up in the air for me.

I fingered her briefly then stuck my cock into that gorgeous tight pussy I had dreamed about all these months. Yes, it was amazing.

The first penetration was the best. It was like piercing heaven. Her lips parted and I could feel a flood of warmth and moistness inside her. The walls of her vagina closed in tightly around my cock. I forced my way in pushing deeper with each thrust. Jenny gave loud audible grunts with each forceful push.

I reached around and grabbed one of her petite little tits. I squeezed it roughly as I fucked her. She was amazing. Her waist was tiny and her ribs flared out visibly. Her ass was just perfect. I squeezed one of her ass cheeks as I pummeled her with my cock.

I licked my thumb and stuck it in her rosy asshole. She gave a yelp as I did it.

"You like that?" I said.

"No," she said weakly.

"How about this?" I said as I pulled back and thrust into her violently.

"Oh!"

All she could do was yelp and groan as I fucked her. I needed to shove my cock in as deep as it would go. I grabbed her waist with both hands and pulled her into me as I fucked. I sped up my pace, thrusting faster and harder each time. 

"Oh! Oh, Jenny!" I called out. "You're a whore! You're my little whore!"

I didn't mean to say it. It just blurted out, but I went with it.

"Say it Jenny! Say it!" I demanded.

"Oh! I'm ... I'm your whore," she said.

I swear my cock grew two sizes bigger hearing her say that. I fucked her faster and more violently than before.

"I'm your whore! I'm your whore! Fuck me! Oh, fuck m... keep fucking me!" she cried out.

"That's it, bitch!" I barked at her. "Take it! Take all of it!"

I slammed my cock into her, savoring her tightness as I buried it up to the hilt. I pulled out and slammed into her again, letting her take my full length. I buried myself into her again and again. 

Jenny clutched the bedsheets in her hands, gripping them tightly as I continued to assault her pussy. The walls of her tight little vagina stretched each time I buried my massive manhood into her. Finally, I felt it. I was close to cumming. I picked up the pace and fucked her so fast and hard she began yelping loudly. Finally, I buried myself as deep as I could go. I pulled back on her shoulders forcing her body against me. An unrelenting wave of pleasure flowed across my body as my muscles spasmed releasing massive loads of hot jism into Jenny's tiny body. My cock bucked with each release of cum. I felt like I was going to cum forever. I unleashed more sperm than I thought was possible. 

"You feel that, little whore? Feel me cumming inside you?"

"Yes," she said meekly. "I feel it. I feel ... I feel all of it."

Finally, I pulled my semi-erect cock out of her. I got off the bed and stood in front of her. Her face glistened with sweat. Her breath was noticeably labored. 

"You're not done yet," I said. I shoved my prick in her face. "Clean it off."

Jenny obediently took my glistening cock in her mouth. She licked off all the cum and sweat. 

"That's it. Get the balls, too."

Jenny obeyed. When I was satisfied I turned my back to her and began to get dressed. She just sat there on the bed, naked.

As I started to walk out the bedroom door she spoke up.

"So... Am I all caught up now?"

"Heh, I guess you are," I said without turning to look at her. "See you in two weeks!"

--

Chapter Four
Holidays

I know I should feel like scum, but I'll be darned if I could find a twinge of guilt in my whole body. If anything, I felt amazing. I felt completely empowered. I loved fucking Jenny. I loved every second of it. I was looking forward to the next time. I dreamt about different positions I would try, how I would take her. I thought about buying her sexy outfits or making her wear her waitress uniform. I thought about making her do humiliating things like lick my ass or licking my cock after it had been up hers. There was another thing I thought about: I wondered what it would take to get her desperate enough to do anal?

Once again, I forced myself to give up masturbating so I would have another load ready for Jenny's hot little body. I knocked on her door eagerly. She greeted me with a smile and invited me in.

She had done something different with her hair.... Yes, it was curly and much fancier. She must have gotten it done.

She wore a tight, little, red, short-sleeve shirt with a low neckline and denim short shorts. Her ass looked absolutely perfect. She was an amazing woman.

"So, how much do you have for me today?" I asked as I closed the door.

"Well... I was hoping you could take it out of service...." she said shyly without facing me.

"Wait, you mean the whole rent?" I asked incredulously.

"Why not? I thought you'd want that?" she said. She looked up at me this time. She had a serious look on her face, almost as though I'd insulted her.

"It's not that... It's just ... I mean that's a lot of 'service'... and money. I still have expenses on this apartment, remember? You have to contribute something to the rent."

"It's just..." she looked down again. "It's just... like you said... before," she obviously fought back tears. "They cut my hours at work. We haven't been getting many customers, and I... I wanted to give Katie a good Christmas...." Tears started to roll down her face.

"Hey, hey don't start that," I said. I hugged her and pulled her close to me. I loved the feel of her body close to mine. I buried my face in her hair and smelled the sweet aroma of her shampoo and perfume. "Look, it's okay if you do it for just this month. I understand, it's the holidays and all."

"Okay," she said, pushing herself away from me. She turned her back to me. "So... good. That's good." She had gotten what she wanted, but I got the distinct impression that she wasn't looking forward to the bargain she had just made. She'd be spending most of the month whoring herself out to me. The realization of what she had in store for herself must've just hit her.

"I'll just have to come around a lot more often," I said. Yeah, I felt sleazy.

I walked up to her and started massaging her shoulders, more for my own pleasure than hers. My cock started to swell in my pants as I, too, contemplated the deal we had just made. I took a step closer and pushed it against her ass. I brushed her hair aside and began to kiss and suck on her neck. My hand found its way to her chest and I fondled her breast lightly.

Jenny turned and gently pushed me away. Her breathing was noticeably labored. Was I turning her on?

"Let's... uh, let's take this to the ...uh, to the bedroom and get it over with, 'kay?" she said, forcing a smile. She took my hand and walked me to the bedroom. 

As we entered she pulled off her shirt revealing that she wasn't wearing a bra. She bent over, her back still to me, and pulled off her shorts and panties with one clean movement. 

Jenny crawled onto the bed as I got undressed. My cock was hard and ready. It stood out in front of me like a weapon. It's been years since I felt this alive, this sexually empowered. 

Jenny spread her legs for me.

"You look, uh... you look ready to go," she said. "Uh... you can just get right to it, can't you?"

I think she was trying to worm her way out of our customary blow job. That was fine with me. 

I positioned myself on top of her and let my dry cock slide into her pussy.  It took minimal effort as she was already wet and ready for me. The initial penetration... I'll never get tired of that feeling. It was just heavenly. Her tight pussy just clung to my cock and I dove into a world of wetness and warmth. I felt her tightness swell up against the length of my shaft as I drove my cock inside her. I held myself there, my stiff cock buried inside her, and savored the feeling. Then, I got down to business.

Slowly at first, I began thrusting in and out of her. Then, I picked up my pace, moving faster but keeping a steady rhythm.

"You like that, baby?" I asked her.

Jenny turned her head so she wouldn't have to face me.

"Just... just do what you gotta do," she said coldly.

I thrust my cock into her more forcefully. She held back a grunt. I quickened the pace and fucked her faster. I was annoyed that she wasn't an active partner, that she didn't seem to share in the pleasure, or at least, maybe she did enjoy it, but felt too guilty to admit it. However, her pussy felt just too damn good. I admired her body, young and thin. Her ribs stuck out noticeably when she was on her back. Her stomach was flat and perfect. It was impossible to tell she had had a baby. I watched my cock go in and out of her. I felt compelled to drive myself into her harder, deeper.

I fucked her even faster and harder than before. The bed was rocking. Jenny clung on to my neck. I slammed my cock into her and she dug her nails in my back. She was groaning audibly now.

I began kissing her cheek and her lips. She wouldn't open her mouth for me.

"Kiss me, Jenny," I said huskily, sweat was starting to form on my brow.

"Please," she said between breaths. "Please, let's just fuck and end it."

Fucking bitch. You know, she could be really trying at times. I was starting to get frustrated.

"Fine," I said. I pulled out. "Roll over."

Jenny just looked at me.

"On your knees!" I said loudly. "Let's go!"

Jenny obeyed. She got on all fours and stuck her ass in the air.

I heard her suck wind as I plowed into her. I began to fuck her hard and fast. The room filled with the sound of my balls slapping against her pussy. I reached forward and groped her breasts clumsily. I took one hand and held her shoulder, forcing her back onto me as I pushed my way into her. 

"Take it, you fucking whore," I said. I drove myself in deep. "Take all of me -- every inch of it!"

I could hear Jenny mutter something... "Oh, yes... Oh..."

I gave her ass a slap!

"Oh, yes!" she yelled. "Fuck me! Fuck your whore!"

My cock grew harder and I fucked her with a forcefulness and speed that I never realized I was capable of.

"I'm your whore!" she shouted. "I'm your dirty, little whore! Punish me! Make me take your cock! Oh! Oh! Teach me... teach me a lesson with your cock!"

"Is this it, Jenny?" I asked. I grabbed her hair and pulled it, yanking her head back. "Is this why you're a bad girl? Because you need me to punish you? You need my cock to teach you a lesson?"

"Yes, punish me!" she moaned.

And I did, forcing my cock as deep as it would go, I buried myself up the hilt. I pulled out and slammed myself in again and again. Finally, I slammed myself into her as deep as I could go. I felt my whole body jerk as I erupted with cum. Load after load entered Jenny's tight, twenty-something body.

"Oh, yeah, do you feel that Jenny?" I asked. "That's part of me, going inside you. You going to take that to work with you?"

I loved the thought of her in that cute little waitress outfit, running around the restaurant all day with my cum inside her. My cock continued to cum. I was filling her.

Finally we collapsed on the bed together. I held her in my arms. 

I kissed her gently on the forehead, the cheek, the lips. I licked her lips with my tongue, trying to get her to open her mouth. She just turned her head away.

"Did you enjoy that, sweetie?" I asked.

"You ask me that every time," she said as though she were talking to her daughter. "I told you, it's just the rent. Quit acting like you're my boyfriend or something."

"Hey, you should show a little more gratitude," I said angrily. "Don't tell me you didn't enjoy any of it. I heard the noises you were making, the things you were saying!"

"That's just to get you off," she said. Then she softened her tone. "Hey, look...." She put her hands on my chest and played with my chest hair. "Don't be mad. I just don't want you to get the wrong idea, that's all."

She managed to calm me down and I just held her for a while.

"Please, don't ask me to kiss you," she said. "That's something I want to save for ... for someone I really like. For someone I want to call my boyfriend. With us, it's just sex."

Suddenly frustration came over her.

"Oh! I suck at explaining things!" she said, exasperated.

"No, it's okay Jenny, I understand," I said. I got up and got dressed. "Same time next week?"

Preview of chapter 5:

I was surprised when the door opened. It wasn't Jenny. Instead I was greeted by an older woman maybe in her late 40s. 

"Can I help you," she asked. Her voice was husky and she had a hint of a southern accent.

"Oh, no, I'm uh... I'm Jenny's landlord," I started.

The color drained from her face. It was as though I'd told her Jenny had cancer. "Jenny's behind on the rent, isn't she?" Her voice was noticeably distressed. "I don't want to get Jenny in trouble, but I try to be a good mother. I would like to help her with her rent," she said. "When Jenny was younger, I used to make a deal with our old landlord and he would help us with the rent."

It was like deja vu. Now, I know where Jenny got the idea from. I wondered if I was Jenny's first landlord? 

To be continued in Chapter 5....

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Chapter 5: A Mother's Love

"Oh, my God," I thought. "Shut the fuck up already."

One of the (many) downsides of being a landlord is dealing with the tenants. Sometimes, you get one who just calls and calls and calls for every little thing. I had been on the phone with this lady for hours, but now I had run out of patience. Finally, I just hung up on her.

Then, to make my day perfect, I get stuck in traffic.

I didn't look at the time when I got to Jenny's place, but I was sure it was too late. I knocked on the door anyway.

I was surprised when the door opened. It wasn't Jenny. Instead, I was greeted by an older woman maybe in her late 40s. She had short red hair and a slender body with lovely little C-cups, like Jenny's. She was wearing a button-down cotton shirt and denim shorts. Her legs, like Jenny's, were absolutely gorgeous -- long, slender, smooth. She was tanned golden brown. Her skin showed some sign of age. I could make out the imperfections, the wrinkles here and there, but she was still a thing of beauty.

"Can I help you," she asked. Her voice was husky and she had a hint of a southern accent.

"Um... I was looking for Jenny?" I asked.

"She's at work right, now," she said. "Is there something I can do for you?

"Oh, no, I'm uh... I'm her landlord," I started.

"Oh my!" Her whole attitude changed. "I am so sorry, I didn't know. Come in, come in!" She took my hand and pulled me in the apartment.

"Let me fix you something," she said as she headed to the kitchen and began to pour some coffee. "What can I do for you, honey? Is there something you need to fix for Jenny?"

"Uh... no," I started nervously. "I can come back tomorrow. I was just here for the rent."

"The rent?" she asked incredulously. She looked at the calendar on the refrigerator. "Oh my stars...." The color drained from her face. It was as though I'd told her Jenny had cancer. "Jenny's behind on the rent, isn't she?" Her voice was noticeably distressed.

We sat down together on the couch with our coffees. As we drew close, I could smell alcohol on her breath. "I try to be a good mother," she started again. "But I just have no money to my name. If I were a better mother, I could provide for Jenny in times like these, but ... well, she just don't want what little help I can give her.

"I should have known something was wrong when she started to ask me to babysit. She would always hire out. She'd never let me help with a thing, till now."

I had no idea what I was being dragged into.

"So, uh... So, you're Jenny's mother?" I asked.

"Yes, yes I am," she said beaming. The stress in her voice was gone and suddenly she was beaming with pride.

"I'm sorry," I said. "It's just that, well, you're so young and lovely, I find that hard to believe." Yes, I laid the flattery on thick.

"Well, aren't you sweet!" she said, putting her hand on my leg. I could feel my cock begin to swell. "You are just the sweetest thing!"

She got up and walked into the kitchen, giving me an excellent view of her ass. Now, I know where Jenny gets her good looks from. This was Jenny's mom? She was gorgeous. 

She picked up a half-finished bottle of beer and took a swig, apparently abandoning her coffee. "My name is Kathy Lee," she said. "Katie is named after me, you know?" She was still smiling, she sat close to me and put the beer on the table. I was amused at the fact that I face fucked her daughter on this very couch.

"Are you married?" she asked boldly.

"Uh, well, uh no!" I said, taken aback. 

She grew quiet. We sat in awkward silence for a few moments. Kathy Lee took another swig of her beer. Then, she started again.

"I don't want to get Jenny in trouble, but I would like to help her with her rent," she said. "Would you tell me how much she owes?"

"Well," I wasn't sure what to say. How do I calculate that? "She already made one 'payment', and she has a couple more to go."

"I don't have much money," Kathy said. "But when Jenny was younger, I used to make a deal with our old landlord and he would help us with the rent."

It was like deja vu. Now, I know where Jenny got the idea from. I wondered if I was Jenny's first landlord? Had she 'serviced' others before me?

How should I handle this? 

"I'm afraid you have me at a disadvantage," I said, slowly formulating my approach. "You see, I find it difficult to say 'no' to beautiful women." I smiled at her. I was hoping that by showing interest in her, I would give her the courage to do what I was hoping she would do.

"Well, you *are* just full of flattery, aren't you?" she said in a delightfully cheery voice. Her Southern accent was becoming more noticeable and she was unusually happy, even giddy. How many beers had she drunk? Kathy Lee's hand was still on my leg and she gave me a squeeze causing my cock to jump.

"It's just that...." she began again slowly. She paused to take another swig of beer. "It's just that, some landlords don't like this deal and they get mad and I don't want Jenny to get into trouble on account me."

Her speech was just a tiny bit slurred, but it was that run-on sentence that gave it away. She was just starting to get drunk. Now, I can see why Jenny had to be desperate to ask her mom to babysit.

I was starting to get impatient with Kathy's hesitation. I was pretty certain I knew what kind of "deal" she had in mind. A few weeks ago, I would never have done this, but my experience with Jenny changed everything.

I removed Kathy Lee's hand from my leg and pushed it up higher on my thigh until it came in contact with my cock. It was now rigid and pressing uncomfortably against my pants, struggling to break free. I leaned forward and smiled at her.

"I won't get mad," I whispered. She smiled back. 

"Oh, my," she said, delighted. Her smile revealed a row of perfectly straight, white teeth contrasted against her bronzed, tanned complexion. She fondled my cock eagerly. There was a look of knowing anticipation in her eyes. She took her free hand and placed it behind my head, playing with the little hairs there and stroking the nape of my neck gently. No one had never done that to me before. The feeling was genuinely arousing. This woman was a pro. "You're a big boy, aren't you?"

She leaned forward and did what I had been trying to get Jenny to do for weeks -- she kissed me long and full on the lips. I pushed my face forward and eagerly took in her tongue. The strange combined taste of beer and coffee wasn't quite what I'd hoped for, but my tongue eagerly made its way to the back of her throat anyway. Our kiss was long, deep and very passionate. She clutched the back of my head and pulled me into her. 

We never broke our kiss as I leaned back and she fumbled with my pants. Finally, she freed my cock and stroked it earnestly. She clenched it tightly in her fist, much tighter than Jenny ever did. She giggled with delight and got down on her knees and took me into her mouth. I was in heaven.

I looked down and watched as my cock disappeared into her mouth. She really was an older version of Jenny. Her skin was tanned, and had a roughed texture to it, as though she had spent just a bit too much time at the tanning salon. Her hair was a lighter color than Jenny's, almost reddish. But her face... I could see Jenny in her eyes, her cheeks, her tiny lips, that cute button nose....

As Kathy sucked my cock with alacrity, my thoughts turned to Jenny. I felt a twinge of guilt. "Oh, Jenny," I thought. I felt strange, like I was cheating on her. I should be loyal to her, loyal to my Jenny who I had wanted so badly all these long months.... Now that I finally had her, I was cheating on her ... with her mom. My mood started to dampen. I started to feel like scum again, but I quickly came to my senses.

Waitaminute. Jenny's not my girlfriend, or anything. She never seems to get tired of reminding me of that. I don't owe her anything. And her mom... unlike Jenny, she seems to be enjoying every second of this.

I looked down at the older woman whose head was bobbing up and down on my cock. She was clumsily trying to unbutton her top. This woman didn't waste any time.

She stood up, her shirt fully unbuttoned, revealing a pierced navel and tattoos in little swirly designs that crawled up like ivy from her panties and encircled her piercing. She leaned forward and kissed me again with great passion, oblivious to my shifting mood, my brief interior struggle.

She tugged at my shirt.

"Let's not fuck out here, sugar," she whispered in my ear huskily. "Jenny won't mind if we borrow her bed for a little while." Her grin went from ear to ear. She giggled like a schoolgirl as she pulled me off the couch.

As we entered the bedroom, Kathy quickly stripped out of her clothes. I began to follow suit when I heard something that broke me out of my lust-driven euphoria. It was a television going, a cartoon... no, a video game.

"Oh, my God!" I said out loud. I looked at Kathy, completely shocked, my cock had begun to go limp. "Kathy, Katie's in there. She's in her room, isn't she? What are we doing?"

"Oh, Sugar, don't be bothered by that," Kathy said smiling. She closed the bedroom door behind us. "Katie's a good little girl, always got her nose stuck in some book or something. She just takes care of herself."

She walked up to me and stroked my chest, one hand reached down and caressed my thigh. She pressed her slender, tanned body against me. "While we..." she grabbed my cock and began to stroke it back to life. "...take care of ourselves."

There are all these stereotypes about men, about how they think with their hormones. I firmly believe that they're just stereotypes, but right now... Oh, God, what was I doing? Right now, this hot little vixen, the mother of the girl I'd been fucking for the past month, was stroking my cock. I swear I could smell the aroma of her juices hanging in the air. Each breath I took made my cock grow harder. I wanted this. I wanted to do this. I wanted to do it so badly, I was willing to do one of the scummiest things I've ever done in my life. I was going to fuck her while her granddaughter played video games in the room next door.

I picked up Kathy in my arms, she let out a cry of surprise then giggled. We kissed as I walked her over to the bed, the same bed I had taken her daughter on just weeks ago. I laid her down and descended on top of her. She spread her legs wide for me. I teased the entrance of her depths with my cock head, rubbing it against her pussy lips.

"Are you ready for this," I teased.

"Oh, don't torture me!" she begged, still giggling. "You know it, lover!"

I suckled her breasts, savoring them. Her nipple grew hard in my mouth. I thumbed her clit as I sucked her breast. I ran my tongue in circles around the nipple then flicked it rapidly. I moved over to the other breast and sucked that nipple back to life so it stood as erect and firm as its neighbor. I stuck two fingers deep inside her and flicked them back and forth against the roof of her vagina in a "come here" motion. Kathy groaned audibly.

"Oh, lover, you are too much..." she moaned.

I took her nipple in my mouth and gently squeezed it with my teeth, then pulled it, allowing it to pull free from my mouth, scraping against my teeth as it exited. Kathy moaned and bucked her hips.

"Don't tease me," she begged. "Do it! Just, oh God, I need you in me."

My cock was so hard right now, but I felt compelled to treat her eagerness the opposite way I treated Jenny's reluctance.

I kissed my way down her stomach stopping to let my tongue run circles around her piercing. Her pussy was neatly trimmed. A little runway of pubic hair remained just above her pussy. I licked her inner thighs taking in the salty sweat, first her right and then the left. My tongue danced across her pussy lips causing her body to shake. 

"Oh, you tease," she cried out. "You're torturing me!"

My tongue flicked up and down those lips, just barely touching them. Soon, though, I was licking them, making them wet, tasting little samples of her wetness. I let my tongue just barely touch her clit then dart away. Her hips bucked. I took the clit in my mouth and sucked it. I licked it forcefully, deliberately. Her entire body began to shake and rock. She grabbed the bed sheets in her hands and cried out in orgasm.

I kept tonguing her, pressing hard against her clit. Then I lapped up her pussy, tasting her womanhood. She was wonderful.

I scooted up to her and she kissed me again, forcefully, passionately. I rubbed my cock against her clit.

"No more torture, please," she begged. "I'll do anything, ANYTHING, just fuck me. Please, fuck me. I haven't had a man in so long. I need you, lover."

I needed her, too. I needed to be inside her.

I plunged my cock in. The first penetration is always the best. It was like entering a new world of pure bliss. Kathy was so wet for me, wetter than any woman I'd ever been with. I slid in and out of her easily. Her wetness allowed me to fuck her wildly. We had built up so much passion during the foreplay, we were both in peak form. I fucked her fast and hard and she loved it.

"Oh God, yes! Fuck me, oh! Fuck me so hard!" she cried out. "Give it to me, give it to me, giveittomeeeee!"

The bed rocked and creaked loudly as I pummeled her. I was so close to cumming. I had to fuck her harder and faster. I sensed she was close, too.

"C'mon, fuck me harder, just a little more," she begged. Finally, she did something completely unexpected. She whispered in my ear. "Fuck me like I'm Jenny."

What did she just say? My cock swelled at the sound of Jenny's name.

"That's right," she said. "I bet you've wanted to fuck her for a long time, haven't you?" 

If only she knew....

"I know she's been teasing you, waving that little ass of hers in front of you, wearing those tiny little skirts," she said. "Now, you can have her. Fuck me and pretend I'm her."

And I did.

My cock felt like it grew two sizes larger. I sunk my rigid phallus deep inside her. I could feel her every muscle tighten around my girth. I pulled in and out liberally, viciously planting myself as deep as I could go. 

"Oh, Kathy," I moaned. "I love... I love fucking you."

"Call me Jenny," was all she said.

"You want this, Jenny?" I asked. "You want my cock, you little whore?"

"Oh, God yes," she said. "I've always wanted you. Fuck me!"

"Oh, Jenny!" I called out to her. I said her name again and again. "Oh, Jenny! Oh, Jenny! I want my cum in you!"

I don't know who orgasmed first. Maybe it was me, or maybe Jen... *Kathy* orgasmed and set mine off. All I knew was I was cumming like a firehose. 

"Holy fuck, you can cum!" Kathy called out in both surprise and utter delight.

My cock jumped and twitched with each spasm as I emptied my balls into her.

"Oh, Jenny, you were wonderful," I said to her. I kissed her long and full on the lips like I always wanted to and she returned the kiss without hesitation.

My cock started to grow flacid and it slipped out of her. Cum dribbled out and ran down her thigh.

"Look at you!" she said with a laugh. "You really filled me!"

She reached down and took my semi-erect cock in her mouth, sucking it clean. She sucked it roughly then scraped it with her teeth, causing my whole body to shiver.

"That's enough," I said. I tried to pull back, but she kept sucking. "Hey, that's too much." I forced myself out of her mouth. She laughed at my discomfort.

"How about this?" she said. She took my cock gently in her mouth and sucked. She worked me with her tongue. Oh! I was so sore from that orgasm. I didn't think it was possible, but she got me hard again. "There it is," she said stroking me with satisfaction. "Another round?" she asked.

The sound of footsteps outside the door jarred me back to reality. The video game music. When had it stopped? Shit! I had forgotten completely about where I was. Katie! How much had she heard? She couldn't possibly have not heard!

I got up and started getting dressed in a hurry. "I uh...," I stammered. What do I say? "I want to Kathy, I really do, but... I don't feel right, with Katie here."

"Oh don't worry about that girl," she said. "You think she don't know what sex is? You're fooling yourself. Come back to bed!"

She was great in bed, but there was definitely something not right about this woman.

"No, uh... I really don't feel comfortable," I said. "I should go."

"Well, hold on lover," she said as she got up. She threw on her shirt and panties, then started scribbling on a piece of scrap paper. She tucked it into my shirt pocket, when suddenly, there was a knock at the bedroom door. Fuck!

Wearing nothing but an open shirt and panties Kathy opened the door. I scrambled to finish buttoning my shirt.

"Hey, sweetie," she said cheerily. "What is it darling?"

"Are you okay, Gramma?" It was Katie. "You were in there a long time. I heard noises."

"Sure, I'm okay, Sweetheart," she said. "In fact, I've never, ever been happier."

"Who's that," she pointed at me. I was still getting dressed.

As I looked at her, I could only think of one thing. What have I done? I've truly betrayed Jenny. Not by having sex with someone else. Not even by having sex with her own mother. I exposed her daughter to this ... this filthy game we've been playing. Guilt washed over me. I... I can't believe this -- I actually felt like crying.

I looked into those eyes. She had Jenny's eyes. I could see a young Jenny staring back at me.

"Who's that," she had asked. 

"I'm the Landlord."

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Chapter Six

Family

For the first time, the first time, since this whole sordid ordeal began, I felt like garbage. How the fuck did this happen? How did I suddenly become the scum of the earth? I was a stranger, a total stranger to myself. I couldn't believe... that this was me. That, I had done these things.

I had no idea what to do. I couldn't eat. I couldn't sleep. How could I face Jenny? What should I tell her? Through all my soul searching, I finally remembered why I became a landlord in the first place. Because I fucking wanted to help people. Can you believe that? It was so long ago, I had forgotten myself. Boy, had I forgotten.

I read about Habitat for Humanity and how they build houses for people who don't have good homes, and I thought to myself, "I want to do that." I thought that by becoming a landlord, I could offer decent homes to low-income people who needed help. What the fuck happened?

It just ... it just turned into a business. I got screwed over way too many times by people who took advantage of me. I had to learn to be hard on people, to evict people. Otherwise, I'd be in the poor house and nobody would have a home, including me!

Somehow, I had forgotten all that. I was scum. I was going to kick Jenny out of her home. She had become so desperate, she offered me sex for rent and I said yes.

I knew what I had to do to set things right.

It took all of my courage to make that trip to Jenny's apartment. I stood in front of her door a nervous wreck. Finally, I just did it. I just knocked. There's no turning back now.

The door opened and Jenny's beautiful, smiling face beamed at me. She was so beautiful. My guilt surged through me at the sight of her. I wanted to cry.

"Hey, stranger!" she said with a smile. "I've been waiting for you. Get in here!"

She was so happy to see me, so eager to invite me into her home, she obviously had no idea what I'd done.

As the door closed behind me, I closed my eyes and took a deep breath to compose myself. 

"I was wondering where you'd been," Jenny said. "I don't want to get behind on my 'payments', you know!"

She looked like she was getting ready for a workout. She was wearing black spandex pants, a black sports bra and a little pink halter top. She was the cutest thing. I was determined to set things right with her.

"Jenny, look about your payments," I started. "I've changed my mind."

"What? What's wrong," she said. She was emotional, probably scared that I was going to kick her out.

"Now, don't worry, sweetheart," I said. "I'm not kicking you out. You can stay here as long as you want."

"But... you said it yourself," she said. "I can't afford it, not without, you know, our deal."

"Forget the deal," I said. "Just stay for the winter. We'll get payments going when business picks up in the summer."

"You're just letting me stay here? For free?" she asked incredulously. She shook her head. "Oh, I can't do that. I don't take charity. I've earned my keep everywhere I've gone." She was very serious. She didn't like what I was saying at all. What was with her? I thought she hated our arrangement?

"Then, I'll find work for you," I said. "Real work that you can do. Honest work, like what Mr. Raymond does. Something you can do, some painting! Yes, this whole building needs a coat of paint. What do you say?"

"Why are you doing this?" she asked. Was she... was she going to cry? "All of a sudden you want me to paint???"

"Jenny," I grabbed her by the shoulders. "I'm doing this for you. So, you can do something decent, something honest. So you can be a good mother to Katie, someone she can be proud of."

"No," she said. She *was* sad, but angry, too. "Something happened! You weren't like this before. Something happened to make you change your mind. I demand to know what! I deserve that! I deserve to know what happened!"

She was yelling at me. She pounded on my chest with her fists. She was furious. God, what do I do now. How do I tell her?

Suddenly, the look on her face changed. She was staring at me, but not at my face. Her brow wrinkled in confusion. She snatched something out of my pocket. A piece of paper I'd never seen before.

"This is..." she read it with a look of disbelief on her face. "This is my mom's handwriting. It's her address.... Oh my God!" 

She gasped. 

I was confused at first. Where did that come from? Then it hit me. The piece of paper Kathy shoved in my pocket before... the incident. I never even looked at it. And I'm such a slob, I must've grabbed the same old shirt without washing it.

"Are you... are you fucking my mom?" She looked at me, right in the eyes.

I was dumbfounded. I didn't answer. I couldn't answer.

Then, she shocked me yet again. She started... laughing.

"Is this what this is about?" she said. Her beautiful smile had returned. "Do you want to stop visiting me because you're afraid I'll be mad at you for seeing my mom?"

She laughed her head off.

"Oh, God, you're sweet," she said. She gave me a big hug. I still didn't know what was going on. "Stupid, but sweet.

"How many times have I told you? You're not my boyfriend." She was lecturing me again. "We're not some kind of couple. It's just business. I don't care if you're seeing my mom." She tucked the paper back into my pocket. "You're entitled to date whoever you want. You're both adults!

"Come here, you!" she said as she pulled me close to her. We hugged for a long time. I inhaled deeply and took in the sweet smell of her shampoo, it had become so familiar to me now. I loved it. 

"Oh, Jenny," I whispered as I held her close. I thought... I thought we would never be like this again.

"Now!" she said loudly, taking a step back from me. "I still owe you a 'payment' for this week, and don't you try to worm your way out of it!"

She pulled off her top, exposing her beautiful little breasts. Oh, how I loved them! My cock grew hard at the sight of them. Once again, my hormones began to cloud my reasoning. I *knew*, I *knew* in my head and in my heart that I should say "NO!" I *knew* it.

Jenny bent over. Her gorgeous breasts swung pendulously as she slipped out of her shorts. As she slid out of her panties, my willpower drained away. We were going to do this. I wish... I wish I were a better man. I couldn't help myself.

She walked up to me, naked as the day she was born. "Get undressed, silly," she said smiling. She started to undo my belt for me. Like a robot, I unbuttoned my shirt. She slid my pants down and fished my erect cock out of my boxers. She began stroking it earnestly.

"And you wanted to make me paint!" she said with a slight tone of indignation. She took me in her mouth. I was hers. 

I watched her head bob up and down, the girth of my phallus disappeared into those tiny red lips -- a sight I will never tire of. She watched me intently with those beautiful doe eyes. She never took them off me as she sucked me. She pulled off my cock and lifted it up. Her eyes still glued on mine, she licked the underside of it. Then she took it to her lips like a flute and bobbed her head up and down the underside of the shaft. The head disappeared back into her mouth and she stroked me as she sucked. 

I brushed her hair aside with my hand and stroked her cheek. She pulled off and began to jerk me off with her hand. "Shall we take it to the bedroom?" she asked seductively.

I didn't say a word. I took her hands and lifted her up to her feet. Then, in a move that surprised us both I picked her up and cradled her in my arms. She let out a whoop then a giggle. She wrapped her arms around my neck and I walked her to the bedroom.

I laid her on the bed and suckled her tits. I loved them. I took them wholly in my mouth. They were the perfect size -- two happy little handfuls. I nuzzled her stomach, her muscles were taught and firm. Then I worked my way down to her pussy. It was freshly shaven, waiting for me. 

I licked her clit roughly, forcing my tongue against it. I sucked at it and took it gently between my teeth. Jenny let out little moans of pleasure.

"Oh, that feels good..." she said. "Is this... Oooh... Is this what you do with my mom!" she called out, breaking the mood.

"Hey, no fair," I said. She just giggled.

I got up and rubbed my cock against her moist pussy. 

"Are you ready for me?" I asked. Her eyes were locked on me.

She nodded in silence.

I slid myself into her. Oh! It was wonderful. I thought I had given this up. I began sliding back and forth, enjoying the tight sensation of her sweet, wonderful womanhood.

"You know," she said, wrapping her arms around my neck. "If you and my mom get together, I'll have to start calling you Daddy."

I didn't know what to say. I just kept fucking her.

She whispered in my ear. "Would you like that?"

Suddenly, my cock grew a little harder. 

She whispered again. "Would you like that, Daddy?"

That word. It made my cock harder. I fucked her harder, more fiercely than before. I couldn't believe it. This was turning me on.

"That's it, Daddy! Fuck me," she cried out. "Fuck your little girl!"

"Oh, Jenny! Oh, baby!" I called out as I held her close to me. "Daddy's here for you, baby. That's it! Take your Daddy! Take your Daddy's cock!"

It was the most intense sex I had ever had. For the first time, I looked at her as if she were my own daughter, and I was fucking her. I was fucking my daughter. It was so sick, it turned me on.

I pounded her. God, did I pound her. I grabbed her wrists and pinned her to the bed as I fucked her.

"Do you like that?" I barked at her. "Do you like it when Daddy holds you down and fucks you like a whore!"

"Oh, yes! Omagod!" she gasped between breaths. "Yes, Daddy. Fuck your little girl."

I pounded her hard, even faster. Drops of sweat beaded up all over my body. My heart felt like it was going to pound through my chest, but I had to keep fucking her. I pounded into her with all my might. The bed sprung up and down as I slammed into her. 

"Oh, Daddy!" she called out. 

Finally, I pulled out and stood back.

"On your knees!" I commanded while I tried to catch my breath. "Daddy... Daddy's going to fuck you like a little bitch!"

I stroked my cock as Jenny obeyed, getting on all fours. I mounted her and let my cock slam into her. She let out a grunt.

"You like that, don't you?" I asked. "You like being Daddy's bitch?"

"Show me, Daddy," she pleaded. "Show me what it's like to be fucked like a bitch."

And I did. I slammed into her little pussy. My balls slapped up against her clit as I pummeled her. The room filled with the sound of our fucking. I drove myself into her as hard and as fast as I could. 

"Take, it! Take Daddy's cock like a little bitch in heat!" I yelled. 

"Fuck me, Daddy!" she begged. "Fuck your bitch!"

That was it. I was ready, I felt it. I felt my body respond to her pleas. I was going to cum.

"I'm cumming, Jenny," I yelled. I pulled out and positioned myself over her face, and then it happened. I just exploded. A burst of cum hit her in the face. She quickly took me in her mouth and sucked down the rest. She drank every last drop. She drained me. She drained me dry.

I collapsed on the bed, exhausted. My heart was still pounding. 

"Oh, Jenny," I called out. "Come here baby." I held my arms out and she cuddled up inside them, burying her head on my chest. "You were wonderful, baby."

"You were wonderful, too, 'Daddy'," she teased. 

"You really don't mind?" I asked. "That I had sex with your mom?"

"I'm a big girl," she said lazily. "I know how to share."

She stroked my chest, running her fingers through my chest hair. Her hand made it's way down to my cock. She caressed it gently. She ran her fingers along my balls, across my inner thigh. It felt wonderful. 

I caressed her breasts, so small and beautiful. I played with her little nipples and rubbed them between my fingers. 

"Oh, that feels good," she said. "Mmmmm... I can feel it in my pussy when you do that."

My cock began to stir again as she moaned in pleasure. She changed positions slightly and rubbed her dripping wet pussy against my semi-erect cock. 

"Want to go again?" she asked, smiling.

"Oh, you know it, baby," I said. 

Then the look on her face changed. "Crap!" she called out, burying her head in my chest again. "We can't. Damn the time! I gotta get ready for work."

She jumped out of bed and began rummaging for underwear. 

"Call in sick, sweetheart," I offered. 

"You are incorrigible!" she called out. She had her underwear on, now she was looking for her waitress uniform in the closet. "It's not just work. Katie is coming home from school soon, AND..."

She paused as she pulled on her waitress outfit. 

"And, your girlfriend is coming over to babysit!" she teased, laughing at me. 

But I was far from laughing. I thought about what brought me here today. What happened the last time I was in this bed. How I let things get out of hand with Jenny's mother. How we fucked right here with nothing but a cheap, thin door between us and her 10-year-old daughter. I felt awful again. I knew I had to do *something*, but what? What was I going to do?

--

Chapter Seven

Daddy

So, life was good, right? I mean, I had two gorgeous women in my life. Sure, I had made a mistake, but Jenny was none the wiser. Maybe... maybe I should just enjoy what I had. Let sleeping dogs lie, you know?

That's what I tried telling myself, but... I couldn't shake the feeling that there was this dark cloud over my head, and if I didn't do something about it... I would regret it.

***

Saturdays are not good days to get horny. Katie would be home all day and Jenny would be sure to spend as much time with her as she could. There was no way I'd be paying Jenny a visit today. I wish someone would tell that to my cock. I was so horny. I had a hardon that just wouldn't go away. Maybe... maybe I should try masturbating again? 

Then I saw it. The little scrap of paper Jenny had snatched out of my pocket. I looked at it for the first time. I saw Kathy Lee's address and under it: "Can't wait to see you again, lover!" with little hearts and a winking smiley face. Oh man, no wonder Jenny was so quick to figure out we were fucking.

There was no phone number, just an address. 

I found myself in a part of town I'd never been to. Actually, it wasn't really *in* town. It was just outside of it -- a rickety trailer park that I think I had always known was here, I just never thought about it.

I worked my way through the maze of trailers when I found it. It was beat up and disheveled. The screen door looked like it had been through the zombie apocalypse. The trailer looked like it needed a coat of paint -- 15 years ago. Weeds had overgrown along the sides of the trailer. Some kind of wild vine threatened to find it's way through the window. Only the impending cold winter halted its invasion.

And the garbage! Garbage was everywhere. There were trash bags that had been set out, then forgotten about. It looked like wild animals made regular forays through everyone's trash. Litter and filth were everywhere.

If this were *my* trailer park, I don't even know where to begin. People shouldn't live like this. Experience told me, however, sometimes people do. The outside of my places look nice, but give the wrong tenant a few months and they'll have the inside looking like a slum.

I knocked on the rickety screen door afraid that the slightest disturbance would knock it off its hinges. No answer. The wind picked up and I zipped up my jacket, shivering in the cold. The weather had turned bitter. I knocked again, louder this time.

Finally, the inner door swung open.

Kathy Lee's face lit up at the sight of me.

"Look who's here!" she said. "Come in, come in, come in!"

As she opened the screen door, I was greeted by a blast of heat. As cold as it was outside, it must have been 80 degrees inside. Kathy Lee was wearing a blue button-down cotton top and ... uh... well, it looked like that was all she was wearing. I found it hard to keep my eyes from straying to the bottom of the shirt to see if I could catch a glimpse of a pair of shorts.

I quickly stripped off my jacket, my sweater, my shoes. It was sweltering hot in that trailer.

The inside was a disheveled mess. The kitchen was piled high with dishes and boxes from take-out places. Clothes were everywhere. The garbage reeked and looked like it should have been taken out a week ago. Then, there was the alcohol. Bottles were strewn about everywhere. Most of them empty, but some of them full or half full. There were garbage bags filled with returnable beer cans in the kitchen. I glimpsed more in the closet.

This was Jenny's mom? Jenny's place was always immaculate. And the only time I ever saw any alcohol was... well, it was the day Kathy Lee was there.

"I missed you, lover," she said to me. She wrapped her arms around me and kissed me. Jenny never did that. I held her slender body in my arms. I wasn't a remarkably big guy, but holding her tiny body made me feel like a giant. We broke our kiss, but I initiated another one. I loved kissing.

I had often tried to imagine what it would be like to kiss Jenny. What would it feel like? What would she taste like?

Kathy Lee left nothing to the imagination. Her lips were soft and warm. Her tongue eager and delightful. Her kiss tasted like... okay, it tasted like whiskey, which was a little nasty, but it felt good. She felt good. I let a hand wander down to her ass and gave her a squeeze. 

No shorts. Just panties. My cock began to stir.

"Can I get you a drink, Darlin'?" she asked as she turned and wandered into the kitchen area. She poured a glass out of one of the many bottles strewn about the table. 

I walked up behind her and pressed my hard cock against her ass. "I'm in the mood for something else," I whispered in her ear.

I reached around and fondled her breast through her shirt. My other hand caressed her thigh. I kissed her neck and inhaled deeply. Her aroma was different than Jenny's. It was more natural. I guess that's one way of saying she didn't have the artificial smell of perfumes, anti-perspirants and hair conditioner. It was... au naturel. I kissed her neck again.

"You are randy as hell tonight, lover," she said as I kissed her. She pushed her ass into my cock. Then, she spun around putting her arms around me. "Well, you have no trouble putting me in the mood."

She kissed me. Then she took a step back and unbuttoned her shirt. I admired her body, the spitting image of Jenny. From the neck down, in the dim light of this filthy trailer, she *was* Jenny. My cock felt like it was going to hurt itself trying to rip through my pants. 

Kathy Lee got to her knees and undid my fly. She released my cock from its prison. Taking it into her hand, she paused to admire it. "I'll never get used to how big you are," she said. "You are a beast!" She took me in her mouth. 

It felt so good. I closed my eyes and imagined Jenny bobbing up and down on my cock, taking me in her mouth, bringing me pleasure. 

I opened my eyes and looked down. Kathy had one hand on my cock, the head in her mouth. The other hand was down her panties, fudding herself stupid. Her shirt hung open revealing her dynamite body. I was starting to sweat, a combination of arousal and the stifling heat of her trailer. I took off my shirt as Kathy stood up. She took my hand, smiling, and led me to her bedroom.

The "bedroom" was actually just the living room. There was no wall between where she slept and the kitchenette. I didn't even notice the bed, it was so cluttered with clothes and magazines and, of course, empty bottles.

Kathy Lee slipped out of her bra. She laid back on the bed and pulled off her panties. I crawled up between her legs and positioned my cock at the entrance of her love mound. She put one hand behind my neck and pulled me down for another kiss. 

As I tasted her, I closed my eyes and thought again of Jenny. How I longed to kiss her like this! I imagined being in her embrace. Holding her close.

As if she were reading my mind, Kathy broke the kiss and said: "I'm your Jenny for tonight, lover."

I just looked at her.

"What you been dreamin' about doin' with her," she started. "You do it to me."

I entered in her. The warm, moist evidence of her arousal greeted me as I plunged deep inside her body. I started slowly, moving in and out, allowing her body to stretch to accommodate my girth.

"Do you like that 'Jenny'?" I asked her.

"Mmmm, you know it," she said.

"Ever had a cock this big before?"

"Mmmm, no," she lied.

"Am I too big for you?" I whispered as I fucked her.

"Nnnh, maybe just a little," she said. Her breathing had become labored. "But I can take it. Let me show you.... Oh! I can... take it. Give it to me!"

And I did. I slammed my cock into her hard. I pulled all the way out, then slid all the way in again. I did this again and again, prompting a yelp or a grunt from her each time.

"You sure, little girl?" I asked more forcefully this time. "You sure you can TAKE... THIS... COCK?" I slammed into her hard with the pronunciation of each of the last three words for emphasis.

"I can take it! Oh!" Her breathing was heavy and she was beginning to perspire. So was I. "Give it to me! Give it to your little girl!"

She was beginning to sound like Jenny. It was Jenny who had started to call herself my little girl.

I fucked long and hard. I hooked my arms underneath her legs and pushed them back into her, forcing her to spread herself wider for me so I could penetrate just that little bit deeper. I kept slamming into her. The sound of my balls slapping against her ass sent echoes throughout the trailer. The entire rickety construct creaked with the rhythm of our passion. Bottles fell off the bed and landed on the floor with a disturbing clamor.

"Oooooh!" Kathy Lee was cumming beneath me. I could feel it.

I grabbed her arms and pulled them to her sides. Her legs still positioned over my elbows, I pushed down on her wrists and pinned her to the bed.

"This is how whores get fucked," I barked at her. I slammed myself in. Once, twice, three times more! Finally, I pushed myself in as far and as deep as I could go. I buried myself up to the hilt and pressed myself so tightly against her, our pelvic bones ground together. Then I came. My cock jumped in little jerks and spasms inside her. I could it feel it launching a barrage of semen deep in her body. 

"Oh, yes, lover," she called out. "Oh, fill me again!"

I came and I came. My cock continued to dance deep inside Kathy Lee's body. I felt each load crawl up my shaft and erupt into the warm darkness. Oh, how I wanted this! I wanted my cum inside her. I wanted to cum inside them all. I deviously envisioned Jenny receiving my cum. A new thought entered my head as I imagined taking Jenny and her mom at the same time. My cock, now empty of its cargo twitched and jumped at the idea is if it were trying in vain to deliver another load. Two of them at once... mother and daughter... my own little harem.

"Mmm, mmm, mmm," Kathy Lee moaned, interrupting my fantasy. "You are magnificent, lover!"

She was everything Jenny wasn't. She was ready and willing to do anything at any time. As that realization dawned on me, I got the sudden urge do something more, something I had always wanted. Something Jenny never gave me.

"We're not done yet," I told her, smiling. I pulled my cock out, it was still hard. I spit on my thumb and then stuck in her asshole. 

A nervous look came over Kathy Lee's face as I probed her tightness with my thumb. I spit on my cock and slathered it in drool. Then, I placed the head against her sphincter.

I paused and looked Kathy Lee in the eye, giving her a chance to back out. She closed her eyes and seemed to brace herself. I pushed in. 

I've never experienced a hole this tight in my life. My cock felt like it was being squeezed by a vice. I pulled back and pushed forward again. My cockhead squeezed it's way past the clenching grip of her sphincter. I pulled back slightly and then made my way forward again in tiny little thrusts, but her tightness was simply amazing. I could feel the walls of her rectum squeezing in on me from all sides. 

Finally, I pulled out, spit on my cock again, and pushed myself back in. The initial penetration was easier this time as she began to relax and take me. I pushed in again, an inch at a time, my cockhead firmly buried inside her ass. 

"Oh, baby, your ass is amazing!" I said between labored breaths. It was better than anything I'd ever dreamed. (And believe me, I dreamed!)

I pumped in and out, each foray into her tightness prompted a groan or a grunt from Kathy Lee. Her arms were outstretched and she clutched the sides of the bed, bracing herself for my unrelenting anal assault.

I pulled nearly all the way out, then pushed my way back in, enjoying the sensation of the length of my shaft sliding through her tight rectum. 

Kathy Lee was in obvious discomfort. Her face twisted and contorted in a mixture of pleasure and pain. She grit her teeth and made her discomfort obvious with loud grunts at each thrust.

I was deep, finally, my cock had pushed it's way into the depths of her ass. I fucked her liberally, pumping my rod in her faster and harder. Kathy Lee's groans turned into yelps. 

"Oh, God! Oh, Lover!" she cried.

She released her death grip on the bed and slid one hand between our hot, sweaty bodies and began fingering her clit as I fucked her ass.

Then sensation was amazing to me. I felt compelled to fuck her harder. My balls began slamming against her loudly as I fucked her. Each thrust filled me with the urge to plow into her again, harder, deeper.

Kathy Lee began to call out, then she started to beg me for mercy.

"Easy lover, easy," she petitioned me. "Lover, please... oh, I can't ... I can't.... go gentle, Oh!"

"I thought you could take it, bitch?" I asked her, coldly. I pulled out. "Suck that cock, baby."

Contrary to my expectation, there was no hesitation. She pulled forward and took my filthy cock in her mouth. She sucked it eagerly, lapping up whatever filth I had managed to plunge out of her rectum. 

Her mouth felt so good. Her tongue worked my cock as she bobbed her head up and down the length of my shaft. I began to pump my hips into her. Finally, I just grabbed her head and held her deep. She began to gag, then she pushed her hands against me, trying to push me away.

"Shhh," I hushed her. "Just take it baby. Take it, just a second more."

Then I released her. She pulled off and coughed violently. She put her hand to her chest and panted heavily, trying to catch her breath.

"Get on your knees, woman," I ordered her.

Kathy Lee turned around nervously and got on all fours. 

I spit on her rosy little asshole again and entered her. There was no resistance this time. She was loose and ready to be fucked. I pumped my cock into her, enjoying the depth of penetration the doggy-style position allowed. 

I fucked her hard and fast with no regard for anything except my own satisfaction, my own pleasure. When it came to being fucked, I'm sorry Jenny, but your mom is the real whore. 

I picked up the pace. Clutching her waist tightly, I slammed into her like a jackrabbit. I got myself into a steady rhythm, then fucked her faster, harder. I could feel my heart pounding against my chest in protest. It took all of my effort and endurance keep fucking at this speed. I reached out and grabbed a handful of Kathy Lee's hair, yanking her head back.

"Take me, bitch!" I barked at her. "Fucking take me, Jenny!"

It was calling out Jenny's name that did it. My cock just exploded in an eruption of cum inside Kathy Lee's ass. I was exhausted. I could barely catch my breath as my cock continued to pump load after load of cum. Thick jets of hot, viscous semen poured inside her little body. 

Our sweaty, spent bodies collapsed on each other and we lay together, exhausted, but sexually satisfied.

"You are a wonderful lover," she said to me. "Oh, my God, I never thought I'd find a man like you. You're the first man I've been with who could match... Heavens no! Who could surpass my husband."

A distant look came over her. "I miss him so...." She grew quiet.

"What uh... where is he, now?" I asked. I held her in my arms. She rested her head against my chest. We shared a closeness I always wanted but never had with Jenny.

"Gone," she said. "Long gone."

"I'm so sorry, Kathy," I said. "How... if you don't mind me asking, how... uh, how did he die?" I felt weird asking.

She laughed. It was the last thing I expected. "Aw, shoot, lover, he ain't dead!" She looked up at me and smiled. "No, damn fool's in prison! Locked up damn near ten years now!"

Okay, that was still awkward. I wasn't quite sure what to say. Was it right to ask what he was in prison for? Or... Oh shit! I'm sleeping with his wife! When's he getting out?

"You can thank that fool, Jenny, for that," she started again. "He's locked up on account of her."

"Wait," I said. "I don't understand."

"She's the one who turned him in," she said. "Once she got pregnant, she got all crazy. Thought he would try to ... you know... do something to Katie."

Jenny was really protective of Katie, so I guess that made a little sense. "Why would she think that?" I asked. "Wait, what did she turn him in for?"

"For nothing," she said angrily. "For damn near nothing. He took her into his home and loved her like she was his own daughter. That's what he's rotting in prison for, for loving her like his own."

"Wait, Kathy, I don't understand," I said. "They don't lock people up for love. What did he do? What is he charged with."

"Statutory rape," she finally admitted. "But it ain't rape, it's love. He loved Jenny."

"What?" I was incredulous. "He had sex with her? Is that what you're saying? He had sex with his own daughter?"

"Jenny ain't his daughter," she said. "But he loved her like she was."

"Okay, wait. Who's Jenny's father then?" I was confused.

"My Daddy, God rest his soul."

Oh my God. The pieces of Jenny's sick, twisted childhood started to fall together right before my eyes. Kathy Lee's father... was also Jenny's father. And Jenny's mom was brought up thinking it was perfectly natural for a father to take his daughter as a lover. So when she got married... she let  her husband have his way with Jenny. 

A wave of guilt washed over me. This is what I've been doing. This is the girl I had been taking advantage of. I could've just lowered her rent. Instead, I let her whore herself to me. That's why she knew how to do what she did, how she knew how to give blow jobs or hand jobs. That's why she said things like "some guys need to get rough to get off" or "I can take it". Or...

Oh my God.

"I know how to share."

All this time I was fucking her... it was like... her being 14-years old again, being fucked by her stepfather. I felt sick.

--

Chapter 8
Nadir

Did you know ceilings get cracks in them? They just do. The wood expands and contracts as the house gets warm during the day, then cold at night. The weight of furniture, or people walking, or even the stress of snow on the roof causes these little tiny cracks to form. I knew this because for hours I had been lying on my bed, staring at my ceiling, studying the cracks. 

It was all I could do. I couldn't eat. I couldn't sleep. I couldn't move. Kathy Lee's confession looped over and over and over again in my mind. I replayed the events of the last several weeks in my head, starting with the day Jenny offered to perform 'service' in lieu of rent, except this time... this time, I knew the truth. I knew about Jenny's awful childhood. I knew about the awful secret of Katie's parentage -- and Jenny's. I knew about her fucked up mother.

The pieces came together to form an awful, ugly jigsaw puzzle. How could this revolting tapestry of sex and abuse and disgusting incest come together to form Jenny's life? Sweet, beautiful Jenny....

Kathy Lee's father was just a sick sonuvabitch. That's all I could figure about him. His wife had some mental disorder, maybe from his sick abuse, who knows? Maybe he had nothing to do with it, but at some point, he started turning to his daughter for sex. For all she knew, it was love. It was perfectly normal. When she got pregnant by her own fucking father, in her screwed up mind, it was all okay. 

Then the sick bastard dies -- heart attack she said -- and leaves her a single mom. Jenny grows up watching her mom whore herself out for rent. Then Kathy Lee finds some other piece of work to take care of her and her baby, and when he starts molesting poor, sweet Jenny... she just lets him. Hell, she's happy about it. She thinks it's love.

Then when Jenny wakes the fuck up, pregnant by her stepfather, she calls the cops, has his ass thrown in prison for a good long time and gets the hell out of that sick house. Good for her. 

Until now. Until she met me. God, I'm such an asshole. Just because *she* made the offer, somehow, I thought it was alright. What is wrong with me? 

I look back at those asshole men in Jenny's life. Her father, her stepfather, and I hate them. They're the scum of the earth. Then, I look at myself and... I'm no better. Not one single shred better.

FUCK!

I fucking hate myself so much right now. What the fuck do I do? How do I make this right? There's got to be a way. Think, man, think.

***

I had been here before. Standing at Jenny's door, wracked with guilt, too cowardly to knock. I found the courage to do it before. Just do it, man. Knock. Get it over with. Tell her, "No more 'service', Jenny." And this time tell her why. All of it. And tell her you'll get help. You and her together. You'll see a counselor, you'll work this through.

I knocked. There, I did it.

The door opened and, there she was, beautiful, just beautiful. Her hair was all in curls. She must've had it done again. It looked ... *she* looked amazing. She was wearing a tight white turtleneck sweater and white jeans that clung to her legs like they had been painted on.

"Come in and sit down," she said coldly. She sat on the easy chair across from the couch. I sat down.

She was... she was mad. I could see her biting her lip. Her eyes were stern. She was really angry.

"I know what you did," she said. "I know what you and your fucking whore did YOU SICK FUCK!"

"Jenny, wait! What..." I couldn't get a word in. What was going on? 

"You sick, sick fuck!" she was furious, screaming at the top of her lungs. "You fucked my mother on my fucking bed when Katie was right here! Right fucking here!" She was pointing violently at Katie's room. She was fuming mad. Her entire body was tense and shaking. She was brimming with anger. "How could you! How could even THINK of doing something so FUCKING SICK???"

I buried my head in my hands. "Oh, God, Jenny, I'm so sorry," I began.

"Sorry?" she yelled. "You're sorry? You fucked my mom and screamed MY NAME so loud, my 10-year-old daughter could make out every word of it and you're SORRY?"

"Jenny, please, listen to me," I tried again.

"NO! You listen to ME now, you sick fuck," she shouted angrily, asserting herself. "You get the hell out of here. You go straight to your fucking lawyer. You tell him you want a contract. You're going to give me and Katie lifetime use of this apartment for fucking free, you got that? Katie and I live here, for the rest of our lives for free. And then you," she paused and closed her eyes, summoning her strength. 

"You never, NEVER come here again. If anything breaks, Mr. Raymond fixes it. You tell him that, because I am NOT calling you. You pay the utilities. You pay the taxes. You pay fucking everything until you are FUCKING DEAD.

"If you ever, EVER come here again, if you so much as look at me or Katie ever again, I will make sure you rot in prison for fucking ever you sick, SICK pedo piece of shit!"

"Jenny, please," I begged her. "Please, listen to me. I know...."

She grabbed the TV remote and threw it at me. "GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE!"

And so it ended. That was that. I did what Jenny said. I had my lawyer draw up the papers and I signed them. I didn't do it because I was afraid of going to prison. I did it because, it was what I should have done in the first place. I should have taken care of her. I keep looking back at that one moment. That brief instant where it all went wrong. When I should have said 'no' to Jenny's indecent proposal. Actually, it was before that. When Jenny was short on the rent again, why did I threaten to kick her out? It's not like I needed the money that bad. I knew she needed help. I was just being a prick.

And now... now, I'm truly suffering for it. I actually do wish Jenny would turn me in. I don't deserve this. I don't deserve to be free, to have this life. 

Every night, I lie in bed and Jenny fills my thoughts. She left a huge void in my heart. Every night, the pain comes. It's more pain than I ever thought possible. It's the pain felt by her absence. Knowing I will never see her again. Worse yet, knowing that I betrayed her. The guilt was almost unbearable, but I endured it. I endured it because it was pain I deserved to feel. I wanted to feel it. I wasn't in prison, but I had to endure some punishment for what I'd done. For the terrible betrayal I inflicted on the woman I ... No, it's too late. It's too late for me to admit that. Pain is all I have now.

***

I was never much of a drinker. Alcohol, well it just doesn't taste good and being drunk is just scary. Falling down all over the place, being out of control of your body, not being able to think straight. No thank you!

But pain can do funny things to you. I started drinking. When I drank, I thought. I thought about Jenny, mostly, but other things. Strange things. Like Kathy Lee.

That's how I ended up here. I was drunk (just a little) standing in front of a rundown trailer in the middle of a rundown trailer park. The screen door hung precariously on its hinges. I took another swig from my bottle of ... what was this shit anyway? Something strong. I'll have to send Mr. Raymond up to fix that door, I thought. Oh wait, this isn't my trailer park. It's not my fucking problem. It's ... it's....

Oh, that's right. It's Kathy Lee's...! That's why I was here! To see Kathy Lee!

The screen door rattled violently as I pounded on it, threatening to fall off its hinges. 

I waited and waited. I pounded again. Then, the door opened and there she was! My Jenny! Well, not really... it was her sister though... her sister and her mom, all rolled into one!

"Hello, lover!" she said with a smile, happy to see me (and maybe just a bit drunk, too). She gave me a big hug. "C'mon in, Sugar. It's been ages!"

I entered her trailer, penetrating a fog of sweltering heat. 

Kathy Lee was wearing a bathrobe. I'll bet she wasn't wearing much underneath. In this sweat lodge of a trailer, I couldn't blame her. I stripped off my cold-weather clothes. 

"C'mere, Sweetheart," I called to her. "Give me some lovin'." I reached out and pulled her to me for a kiss.

"Darlin', are you drunk?" she asked. She laughed. "Why, I don't think I've ever seen you drink anything stronger than coffee! What's wrong, lover?"

I looked away. You know damn well what's wrong. It's because of you that I'm in this mess. If you weren't such a stupid whore, we wouldn't have fucked right there in Jenny's apartment. Now she fucking hates me. Hell, *I* hate me.

"Awww, ain't nothing I can't fix," she said as she kissed me again. She let her robe fall open and pressed her body against me. I could feel her soft bare breasts press against my chest. I put an arm around her and caressed her back. 

Her kiss was magical. It was soothing and arousing at the same time. I put my other arm around her and pulled her tight. My cock began to stir. I was still mad at her, but I was horny too. I wanted to fuck her. 

Yeah, that's it. I could fuck her and punish her all at the same time.

I pulled my cock out of my pants. "On your knees," I told her.

She eagerly complied. I stripped as she sucked my cock. I grabbed the back of her head and began face fucking her violently. She gagged loudly as my cock rammed into the back of her throat. I pulled out to let her cough, then fucked her face again. 

"That's it, bitch," I said forcefully. "Take this cock. Take it all the way back. DO IT!"

And she did. She took me, all of me. She choked and gagged. Her body convulsed and threatened to vomit a couple times, but she took it all. I held her by the hair and fucked her face. 

Finally, I decided I needed something more. She let out a gasp of relief as I pulled out of her mouth. She wiped off the drool oozing from her mouth and onto her chest.

"Goddamn, Lover," she said between breaths. "Somethin' fierce has gotten into you!"

"Get up," I barked at her. She did. "Turn around, put your arms flat on the table and bend over."

I pulled the bathrobe off her as she walked forward to the kitchen table in silent obedience. 

She bent over, showing me that perfect ass. I pulled down her white cotton panties and fingered her lovely pussy. She was wet for me. I caressed her lower back, my finger tracing the design of her little tramp stamp tattoo. I fingered her pussy again, getting myself wet with her juices.

"My pussy is so ready for you, lover," she said. "Give it to me."

Then, I fingered her asshole, working it with her pussy juice. I pushed the head of my cock against the entrance.

"You don't deserve to get fucked in the pussy, not anymore," I said. "This is all that's left for you after what you've done."

I shoved my cock in her ass, forcing my way past her sphincter. She yelped loudly.

"Oww! Gentle, lover, gentle!" she protested.

"You didn't mind it rough when we fucked in Jenny's apartment so loud that Katie could hear," I said angrily. "You didn't want it gentle then!"

I kept fucking her, plowing my way into her ass, enjoying her tightness. 

"Oh, FUCK!" she cried out as I slammed into her. "Fuck! This is... this is too rough, lover... I... Slow down, pl.. please, slow down."

"Did you tell your Daddy to slow down when he fucked Jenny?" I barked at her. I slammed my cock into her again. "Take it you whore! Take it like Jenny had to!"

I fucked her ass vigorously, slamming my cock into her rectum with no concern for her pleasure or pain. Her cries of protest only fueled my lust. I needed this. I need her asshole, her filthy, filthy asshole. 

I gripped her waist tightly and pulled her into me as I slammed forward. 

"Oh, FUCK, lover!" she cried out again. She began to whine, "Fuck me... fuck me!" but it wasn't a plea for more, it was a realization of what was going on. She was fucked -- quite literally fucked.

"You lousy, worthless whore!" I yelled at her as I slammed my cock deep in her ass. "You're a worthless mother! This is the only thing you're good for now!"

I buried my cock in her ass again. I grabbed her hands and pushed her forward on the table. Her head lay on the table and her breasts flattened against the surface. I brought her hands behind her back and held wrists. I wanted her to feel helpless. She was at my mercy.

I began to thrust into her faster. I stayed buried in her ass and pushed in and out with quick, short bursts. Her whole body shook and quivered as I assaulted her anus. My cock enjoyed her tightness. I enjoyed the power I felt giving this stupid whore what she deserved for ruining my life, for ruining Jenny's life, for being a stupid, worthless bitch. 

Then, I felt it. A burst of cum erupted into Kathy Lee's ass. Then another and another, but I didn't let that slow my assault. My cock remained hard and I continued to fuck her.

"Oh, fuck!" she cried out. "Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck!"

"What's wrong, Kathy Lee?" I teased her. "My cock's still hard. How much more of this are you gonna have to take?"

She said nothing. Somewhere, deep inside, she knew. She knew that this is what Jenny had to endure at the hands of her sick stepfather while this worthless bitch did nothing. Finally, she relented.

"Make me pay, lover," she begged. "I need it. I need to pay. Do it to me! DO IT! Just fucking do it!"

And I did. I assaulted her ass with no mercy, fucking her harder and deeper than she had ever been fucked before. My cock was like an iron rod ramming into her. I screamed as I picked up the pace to a frightening speed. I dug my hands into her flesh as I clutched her waist with an iron grip. Finally, it happened. Another climax. I exploded inside her. My poor, sore cock let out another volley of semen. My entire body quaked uncontrollably as I filled Kathy Lee's ass with cum.

"Oh, God," I gasped. I staggered backwards, weak and exhausted. Sweat covered my body. My heart beat like it was going to burst out of my chest. "Oh, fuck..."

We were spent. Whipped. I sat on the floor, my back against the wall and caught my breath. Kathy Lee collapsed on the ground in front of me. I hated her. She was no Jenny. Jenny was ten times -- no! A thousand times the woman she was. But she was all I had left. This worthless, pathetic excuse for a human being. She was all I deserved.

***

Weeks turned into months. I received Jenny's utilities and payed them religiously. To her credit, nothing really went up except the cable bill. She had gotten all the luxuries she never could afford before, all on my dime. I didn't care. I was glad to do it. I was glad she was treating herself. It made me feel like I could still do something for her, provide for her in some way.

I stopped taking care of myself. I stopped shaving. I seldom bathed. Often, I forgot to eat. The weather turned again and the cold wind picked up. It was November. This time last year, Jenny had trouble paying the rent and I, the scum that I am, I took her up on her offer of sex for rent. The anniversary threw me into a deep melancholy.

I wandered, like a ghost from day to day. Not paying much attention to life.

One day, I found myself downtown, late at night, for no reason. I was starving. I couldn't remember the last time I had eaten. I wandered into a small diner and seated myself, oblivious to my surroundings. 

I just sat at the table and stared vacantly. A hand reached out and turned over my coffee cup. As black, steaming liquid filled the container, I heard a voice that sent chills down my spine.

"Hey, stranger! If it isn't my favorite landlord come to visit me!"

My heart sank. I felt my soul grow hollow. The pain in my heart threatened to swallow me whole. I forced myself to look up. That uniform! That voice! I looked at her face. It was Jenny!

--

Chapter Nine

Confrontation

It had been a year since I took Jenny up on her indecent proposal of sex for rent. For me, it was a year of hell. The devastating pain in my heart threatened to consume me. Nothing I did could make it go away. It never lessened. It never ebbed. It was always there. Constant, unyielding. 

You know that saying, "Time heals all wounds"? It's a lie.

If it wasn't the pain of Jenny's absence from my life, it was the guilt. The guilt of knowing what I had done, of knowing the pain that I caused her. That I made her live out the childhood trauma of her sick, disgusting upbringing. The fact that I brought even a glimpse of that into the life of her sweet, innocent daughter. I was real human scum and the knowledge of that tore at me every day.

Deep in my own thoughts, my own self-loathing, I didn't pay attention to where I was or who I was with. That's why as I sat in that diner I was shocked, absolutely shocked to find that it wasn't just any diner. It was Jenny's.

I stared at her as she smiled down at me, pouring my coffee. She was the same, and yet, somehow, more beautiful than I had ever seen her before. Her hair tied up in a pony tail, her smile reaching from ear to ear, she looked at me with those beautiful eyes I had come to love. The very sight of her filled me with joy and pain simultaneously. But I knew it wasn't right. I knew I shouldn't be here.

"I'm sorry, Jenny," I said. "I didn't know where I was. I... I should go...."

"And deprive me of the chance to serve my favorite landlord?" she said cheerily. "Don't you dare! You sit right down and order something."

"I... I really don't think that would be appropriate, Jenny," I said. "Please, I'll just leave."

She put her hand on my shoulder. Her very touch sent a shockwave of emotional pain through my heart. Did she know the kind of power she had over me?

"Please stay," was all she said. I obeyed. "Now, what can I get you?"

"I... I don't know," I said. I just wanted this to end. "Just get me anything. You decide."

"Coming right up!" she said with a smile and a wink.

I honestly don't remember what Jenny ordered for me. I barely remember eating it. I just shoved food in mouth and felt it slowly slake my hunger. I might as well have been eating cardboard. I was oblivious to it all. I just wanted to get out of there. 

Slowly, the customer's began to leave. One table after another. I finished my coffee and got up.

"I'm ready for my bill, Jenny," I called to her.

"What? Already? You haven't even had desert!" she protested.

"I'm really full," I said. "Please, can I just have my bill."

"Nonsense!" she said. "Have a piece of pie."

I forced down a slice of pie. Then another cup of coffee. When she insisted on another cup, I finally asserted myself and asked for the bill again.

"Don't worry about the bill," she said. "It's on me!"

"Fine," I said. I was tired of arguing with her. "Then, I'll just go."

"Wait!" she called out. There was a hint of panic in her voice. "Wait... uh, it's so dark out. I uh... I don't want to walk home. Would you.... give me a ride?"

I still couldn't resist those eyes. Every time she batted them at me and asked for something, I just melted. I waited for Jenny to finish her closing duties of filling salt shakers and ketchup bottles.

She tried to start up conversation in the car, asking me how I'd been, complimenting me on my beard. I felt so awkward around her, I finally just asked her if we could skip the conversation. We rode in silence.

I dropped her off at her apartment, the apartment I had been forbidden to visit.

"Won't you come inside?" she asked me nervously.

"Jenny," I started. "You know that's not a good idea."

"Please," she said. "Just for a minute. I... I really want to talk to you."

I relented... again.

My heart skipped a beat as we entered the building. I hadn't been here since Jenny kicked me out. The memories of my weekly visits came flooding back. I remembered how I would knock on that door with such anticipation. I felt my emotions welling up inside me as we entered together.

A young woman greeted us. "Katie's fast asleep," she assured Jenny. "She did her homework then played a little more of her game. She was perfect as usual." 

She was obviously the babysitter. Jenny gave her some money (all in $1 bills, the travail of being a waitress). The babysitter looked at me funny.

"Oh! It's okay," Jenny said. "He's just the landlord."

That seemed to reassure the young lady and she smiled at me with a look of relief on her face and left.

"Please, sit," Jenny said. She took off her coat and sat on the very chair that she had scolded me from nearly a year ago.

"I... I've been doing a lot of thinking," she started, shyly. Her eyes were to the floor, she wouldn't look at me. "I've been thinking about you... a lot."

I was surprised by this confession and eager to hear more.

"I was hard on you, that time, you know.... and I'm sorry," she said. "I shouldn't have been such a bitch."

"Oh, Jenny," I said. I got up. I wanted to hug her.

"Wait!" She stopped me. "Wait, there's more I want to say.

"Growing up, I always had this idea of what I wanted my life to be like. What normal was like. I pictured what my boyfriend would be like. What he would look like, what he would wear. He was tall, handsome, with long strands of hair that dangled in front of his eyes. He was strong, muscular.... He would hold me in my arms and love me. We would go on long romantic dates, walks in the park, horse and carriage rides. He would buy me flowers and pretty jewelry and take me to fancy restaurants for dinner.

"I always thought that someday... someday I would meet him.

"I met a lot of guys. Some of them even looked just how imagined they should, but they were all assholes. All of them. They all treated me like dirt and none of them cared about Katie. None of them showed any concern for me, only for themselves.

"That day... that day you came to try to break it off with me, when you said you wanted me to paint the building. You didn't do it because of my mom, did you? I remember what you said. You wanted me to do honest work, to be a good mom.You wanted Katie to be proud of me.

"You care about me, don't you?" she said. She was on the brink of tears.

"Yes, Jenny," I said. "Oh yes!"

It was me who started the crying. We embraced and held each other tightly. I squeezed her so hard I was afraid she couldn't breathe, but she never complained. She held me just as tightly and cried over my shoulder.

Then, she pulled her head away from me and looked at me. Tears were streaming down her face, but she was smiling. That's when it happened. She kissed me. She kissed me long and full on the lips and I kissed her back. My dear, sweet, wonderful Jenny!

Our kiss seemed to go on forever. I didn't want it to end, but it finally did. She whispered into my ear, "I've been saving that... for my boyfriend."

"Jenny," I said as my heart dropped. "Jenny, do you mean it?"

"Yes!" she said happily. "Yes, I mean it!"

We kissed again, more passionately than I had ever kissed in my life. I felt the sensation of genuine arousal cascade throughout my body. Jenny felt it, too. Her hand reached down and she rubbed my cock. 

"Shall we?" she asked, still smiling.

"What about," I paused. I looked at the bedroom door down the hall. "What about Katie?"

"We'll be quiet," she said naughtily. We smiled.

We entered the bedroom together and closed the door. I had been here so many times before, but this time, this time was different. I wasn't here for sex. I wasn't here for my own gratification. I was here for Jenny.

I held her close to me and kissed her long and full. I followed it with little tender kisses on her chin, her cheek, her ear. She started to unbutton her waitress uniform when I stopped her.

"Let me do that," I said. I wanted to savor every piece of her. I unbuttoned the top and peeled back the sleeves revealing her shoulders. I kissed each of them. I kissed her throat, then the top of her rib cage. As I peeled the uniform down, I kissed her between her breasts, on her stomach, her ribs. I knelt down and let the garment drop to the floor. I nuzzled her womanhood through her panties. I inhaled her sweet fragrance. My body tingled and my cock jumped as the aroma of her desire for me wafted through my nostrils.

I stood up and Jenny took her turn undressing me. She unbuttoned my shirt and gave me tender caresses and gentle kisses. She pulled down my pants and massaged my cock through my boxers. She pressed against the shaft with the heel of her hand. She pulled the boxers down and gave me a gentle kiss right on the head of my cock. Then another and another.

I sat on the bed and she took me in her mouth. She lovingly caressed my cock with her tongue. She rubbed against her face and smiled, as she cuddled it in her hands. She took me again in her mouth, taking it all, letting it disappear beyond those beautiful red lips. 

I crawled back on the bed and Jenny maneuvered herself in the sixty-nine position. I pulled off her panties kissed her clitoris. I took it into my mouth and suckled it. I let my tongue dart inside her and I lapped the sweetness of her wet desire.

Jenny's body began to shudder and shake. I took her clit into my mouth and gently grasped it between my teeth. I teased it with my tongue as I held it gently. She began to to moan as I continued to pleasure her with my tongue. Soon, she was bucking in orgasm. 

She scooted up next to me and kissed me again. I fingered her love hole as she worked my shaft. 

"Are you ready for me, Jenny?" I asked her.

"Yes," she said. "You know I am."

She got on her back and I entered her. For the first time, the first time, it wasn't just sex. We were making love in every sense of the word.

I held her as probed her depths once more. It was like entering heaven. My cock twitched and throbbed as I explored her. 

"Let me," she said between breaths.

I rolled over and she got on top of me. She descended on my cock and took me inside her. I watched as she rocked her hips back and forth. My cock disappeared into her dark depths. I felt a wave of pleasure come over me as she gyrated on top of me. The warm, moist folds of her body enveloped my cock. 

"Oh, Jenny!" I called out. "Jenny... I love it! I love this!" And then to my utter shock and surprise, I called out: "I love you!"

She leaned forward and kissed me as she continued to rock on top of me. "And I love you," she said. She started to cry. "I really love you!"

"Oh, Jenny!" I rocked my hips back and forth. I needed to be in her, to be part of her, to be part of her body. I began to drive myself into her harder and faster and she reciprocated, matching my rhythm. 

I continued to drill her while she gyrated on top of me. Our hot, sweaty bodies rubbed against each other. Her breasts flattened against my chest. I held her tight and squeezed her ass cheek as I tried desperately to penetrate her deeper. 

"I need this, Jenny," I said. "I need you!"

I continued to buck my hips wildly. Sensing my need, she rolled over. Never exiting her, I rolled on top and took her in the missionary position. I fucked her faster and harder, my balls slapped into her ass with each thrust. She lifted her legs in the air and spread herself wide to accommodate me. 

I began to thrust faster. I tried desperately to maintain my rhythm and pick up speed. My balls began to ache from slamming into her, my cock felt stiff and sore. I kept pounding into her, faster, and faster. 

"Oh, Jenny! Oh, Jenny! It's going to happen! I'm going to cum!"

"Do it!" she said. "Do it! Cum inside me!"

I did. I came and I came. I allowed my semen to plant inside her, deep, deep in her body. Load after load oozed out of my cock. I watched it twitch as it pumped her full of my essence.

"I love you, Jenny," I whispered to her as I continued to fill her.

"I love you, too," she said, caressing my face. "I think... I think I always have. I only just realized it now."

We held each other close as we lay in bed together. She snuggled up against me and nuzzled my chest. Finally, she spoke.

"I always had this idea of what my perfect man would be like," she said. "I had this picture of a guy in my head and that's what I would always look for. But you... You surprised me. You didn't look anything like what I pictured and meeting you like this... to me it was just sex. I kept telling myself that, but you really cared. All this time. I knew that. I knew it when I saw how hurt you were when I kicked you out. You wouldn't have been hurt if you didn't care.

"And then there was that stupid contract I made you sign. You didn't have to do that. You have money. You could have fought any charges I brought against you and won, but you didn't. Even though I rejected you, you took care of me and Katie all this time."

She looked at me with those eyes, those beautiful eyes I had grown to love. Was she right? Was I in love all this time? It wasn't what I pictured for myself either. Who does? Who wants to meet the love of their life by blackmailing them? But it was true. We loved each other. Despite the strange start to our relationship, we were together at last. We were both confused and blinded by power, sex, and lust, but now the blinders are off and all we have between us is love.

***

The years went by and Jenny and I are still together. It's been tough. How do you answer people when they ask how you met? What do you say when people look at you like "What is she doing with *that* guy?" One of my friends once asked me what my secret was. It was awkward. I just got quiet and pensive. The truth is, we did have a secret, a terrible, dark secret. It hasn't always been easy, but in the end, it's the love that keeps us together.

The worst part is Katie. I really screwed up. A budding teenager can be cruel and impossible to control. How do you explain to a teenager that she's too young for sex? Or that it would be dangerous for her to have sex with her boyfriend that she *thinks* she's madly in love with when she can turn around say "Why? You fucked grandma! Next to you, I'm a saint!"

Yeah, it's been tough. I've never been able to live that down. Jenny throws me disapproving looks every time Katie brings that up (which is every time she doesn't get her way). 

The good news is, I think she's past that phase. As she gets older, she gets more mature, more understanding and more responsible. Katie has learned to accept me as her friend and I've learned to trust her with greater responsibilities. She's even taken an interest in helping with the rental properties and now I let her run her old apartment building.

Jenny's life isn't perfect, and I'm not the handsome knight in shining armor she always dreamed about, but we love each other. We've found a way to make everything work. As for Katie, despite my mistakes, I think she's gonna turn out all right.

***

Epilogue

Kevin looked out the big bay window of his apartment. He shuddered as he saw her car pull up. He turned toward the door. How was he going to face her? He knew she would be angry. He needed to think of some way to appease her.

The knock at the door sent shivers down his spine. He didn't want to answer it, but he really had no choice. He glanced over at the picture of his wife that hung on his wall. She had been gone a year now, but the sight of her gave him strength. He opened the door.

"Hello, Kevin," his petite landlord called to him as she waltzed into his apartment. She was all business as usual. Black pumps, black skirt and business jacket -- she looked like she was running a funeral home, not an apartment building. "What do you have for me this month?"

Kevin sheepishly handed her a wad of bills. He looked away as she counted it, afraid to see the disapproval in her eyes.

"Tsk, tsk, Kevin," she said impatiently. "Short again. $150.00 this time. How much is it that you owe me, now?"

"I know, I'm sorry. Work has been hard to come by," he started.

"Answer the question," she said sternly.

"$250.00," he answered quietly.

"Try $300.00, Kevin," she said. "Short three months in a row, no, this will never do. How do you want to do this? Do you want to cooperate and leave or should I take you to court and have the marshal throw you out?"

"Please, Katie," he begged. "Please, just give me more time. Construction work comes and goes, but when there's work it pays good, you know that. I'll get caught up in no time."

"That's why you should save your money, you moron," she said unsympathetically. "Instead you blow it on garbage like that ridiculously oversized television set. Would it kill you to keep money in the bank? Do you even have a bank account?

"No, I'm afraid you're just too irresponsible. You'll have to go."

"Please, I'm begging you," Kevin pleaded. "This is the best neighborhood for me and my son. It's hard being a single parent. I need to know he's safe while I'm at work. Look, I'm very handy. I can fix up this place for you and maybe you can take it out of what I owe."

"I already have a handyman," she said coldly. She wasn't even looking at him. She was admiring her manicure as she spoke. "Mr. Raymond has been caring for this building since I was a little girl. No, I'm afraid that kind of service is useless to me."

"There must be something I can do for you," Kevin pleaded. "Anything, please just let me and my boy stay."

"Hmmm...." Katie eyed him up and down. He was tall, well built and handsome. His dirty blonde hair wafted lazily across his eyes. Construction work had kept him in top shape. She eyed the bulge in crotch. "Maybe there is something you can do for me."

Katie pressed the heel of her hand against Kevin's cock. 

"Wait, you've got the wrong idea," he said. "My wife's only been gone a year... I ... I don't feel right doing this."

"Oh, please," she said unmoved. "We're talking rent, Kevin, nothing more. It's just business. You want to stay, don't you?" She started squeezing his ass.

"Yes," he said as he looked away.

"Well, then turn around," she said. "Give me a good look at your ass."

Kevin obeyed. He tried not to look at the picture of his wife on the wall looking down at him. He couldn't face her.

"Oh my, Kevin, are you a virgin?" 

"What?" he said surprised. "No! I have a kid!"

"I meant, in the ass," she said condescendingly. "Have you ever taken it up the ass?"

"Oh, God..." he said trembling. "Why are you doing this? What gives you the right to treat people like this?"

"What gives me the right?" she asked incredulously. "You've got a lot to learn, I see. I'm the landlord, darling. It's what we do."

















                                THE END