THE MT. BEAVER CONDO COMPLEX CHRONICLES

This whole series and additions are included because some follow-up stories are coming, and they are easier to understand with this series as a backlog.

Mt. Beaver Condo Chronicles:

THE LANDLORD

Here I am, Marty Jensen, a longtime resident of Big City with a whole ‘shit pot’ of unanticipated money on my hands and the challenge of what to do with it. It totals a substantial number of millions, all pre-tax paid and already discounted because of receiving it in one chunk. I am only fifty-five years old, but the thought of receiving sizable chunks of cash each month for many years is hardly inspiring to me, unless I just wanted to vegetate and fuck for the rest of my life. Not a bad idea, but not for me.

So, with the funds stored in savings in my long time savings union (Thanks very much for your deposit from them with a lot of enthusiasm…and an inquiry of ‘Where did you actually get this money from’ in addition. Apparently monetary storage units like banks and savings unions have strict rules to follow in reporting large fund’s transfers. National fear of illegal money laundering, I guess. Not to mention the active terrorist cells in our country and their financing. But, as they found out, it was all good.)

So, I am sitting in my small condo and reviewing my situation. I am a recent medical retiree with a very bad back and right hip. No SSI, yet. Probably not to be applied for now, with the monstrous amount of money in my name. I have an exwife, who looted me almost totally in the divorce and three children who are in various amounts of personally neglecting their ‘poor’ old Dad. I have had a number of years’ experience in the retail grocery business, hence the physical troubles. And experience in cabbing and accounting with bookkeeping. My education stalled with a two year degree in Business and Accounting. I have been financially stable for some time, after recovering from the divorce debacle.

I am also a serious ‘horndog’ and a writer of salacious stories of limited skill, but boundless enthusiasm. I love movies and read a lot of books. I have no serious relationship, but see pros on occasion to fluff me up. I also like to trade favors, which also enriches my licentious situation. I am not really a nice guy, but I am profoundly fair in my dealings. It is a primary axiom of mine. If I really have to face a post-demise accounting, that is one of the few credits that I will be able to claim, along with a very recognized honesty in my financial dealings, even with my ex-wife.

I am one of those people on the periphery of public notice and societal acknowledgement. A lot of people are used to seeing me, but a lot of them don’t even know my name. However with this unexpected largess coming my way, the sharks are already beginning to circle. I repeatedly inform them that I can waste my money on my very own, I don’t need their help to accomplish that.

It so happened that the bank that financed my condo, called me in for a consultation. Since, I only have financed my condo through them, I wondered at that, but you know how it is, ‘Nothing ventured, nothing gained,’ so I honored the appointment which turned out to be very much in my favor.

When I showed up in my faux Western Cowboy outfit, I was greeted and led into a meeting room by probably the prettiest and most affectionate young lady employee in the building. Heck, they might have scoured the whole vicinity in all of their branches to find a candidate to fluff up my feelings and turn down my moral and financial safety senses for this meeting.

When we were seated in the meeting room, the curtains were drawn and then with no warning at all, she entered under the table that I was sitting at, bared her breasts barely in my view under the table edge and proceeded to prepare me for and deliver to me one of the best blow jobs that I had ever received. Once she got her gift from me, she arose and gave me an introductory card with her personal number on it, written on the back with, ‘Call me any time!’ I took it for granted that meant, if this meeting worked out to the benefit of this business.

No more than three minutes after she vacated the room, swinging her ass in her departure, a more professional employee joined me in apology for the delay of her meeting with me. Inquiry was made as to my status at the moment which I answered with a large smile and shortness of breath, ‘Fine………!’ She smiled at that and sat her also very attractive self across from me to deliver the purpose of this meeting. I couldn’t help but think, ‘My God, no wonder there are so many women now in the banking business!’

“Mr. Jensen, I know that you have a busy schedule, but some things have come to our attention and we would like to pass on some of it to you. We noted the publicity of your recent financial windfall, by-the-way we are somewhat disappointed that none of that was invested with us, but I digress; and we have an investment opportunity for you to take note of. I have the record of your mortgage loan with us, and your payment record is exemplary. No late payments at all and all taxes and insurance payments are up to date. That puts you on a very exclusive basis with us, which with some investment in our bank with deposit of a suitable amount, qualifies you to be advised of very beneficial opportunities for you.

I sat back in my chair to consider the import of all of this so far. She could see that I was evaluating this presentation so far and so to give me time to percolate, she asked if I would like something to drink and snack on. I said that I would favor a chilled root beer and a couple of old fashioned donuts if they were available. She immediately got up and patted me on the back as she went to the room’s door, the gorgeous blow-job specialist was right out the door to attend to any request of my personal bank counselor and evidently left immediately to provide the request for me.

Mrs. Darby, as she had introduced herself to me, then retook her chair to await the coming goodies, while I pondered what had been said so far. She brushed back her hair and adjusted her blouse, surreptitiously adjusting her bra in the process. She knew that I knew that she had done that for my pleasure. And that it was signaling other perks were available, upon a successful conclusion to this meeting. Not a problem for me.

Miss Felicity, must have violated some of Einstein’s laws in the rapidity in which she got the assigned goodies back to us, with Mrs. Darby’s scone and tea added to my requests. We then settled down to a mutual admiration and a snacking timeout. This meeting must have been important, because their seemed to be no sense of timed urgency at all. As I partook of my share I revisited the investment in the bank and the big opportunity to me. I correctly foresaw the immediate relationship of one to the other.

Then the real negotiations started. It seemed that the owner of the condo community of which I was living and owned a unit, was serious about finally selling the whole thing outright and retiring to Florida with his new trophy wife. Who happened to be the sister of the lady just opposite to me at that moment, she advised. He had a lot of respect for me over the dealings that we had shared in, despite the rather limited nature of them. And was so, interested in selling the whole shebang to me for about seventy-five percent of its appraised value. With the bank’s cut, that meant that I would get it at eighty percent, with generous terms from the bank, if I financed it through them.

Also, they knew that the vacant lot of the same size as the condo community under discussion, to the north of it, was also available in a forced sale. It had been bought a couple of years previously by a famous man in town who had made a name for himself as a teller of tales on the bus line and that had led to a gigantic windfall for him for the national syndication of the tapes of those stories. He had regrettably died not too long ago, and except for the rather large Old Folks home that he left behind, with its supporting investments, the other heirs had ravaged the rest and this property was in financial trouble. Since it was also financed through them, it was now going to be offered to me for about fifty percent of its appraised value, and with the bank’s windfall profit on that, the final price would be about fifty-five percent of its value.

Then to top this all off, the next condo community north of the one in question and across the parking lot, was a mirror image of the one that I lived in with its doors facing south, while the ones in my condo faced north. A natural for investment as a combined assimilation. It was financed by a friendly rival of this bank and available to be released by them for my purposes.

When this was all added together, it would be a tidy investment, with a high amount of financial return and security. They would combine it all together into one loan with the very favorable terms for me, and with a reasonable down payment, say twenty percent of the total value, I would be its new owner and operator, with plenty of my understood resources still intact as a safety margin. All it would take would be a sizable deposit of my resources in their bank, and my okay to proceed.

She added to my unvocalized question as to why they were not pursuing this on their own, she remarked that the new investors in their banking corporation were in the process of divesting these kinds of investments with the purpose to concentrate their efforts in the very competitive financial markets of this period in history. And also, that there was a severe shortage of investors in these kinds of properties in town because of the very high rate of acceleration of property values in town, with the deep reaching into reserves to finance their purchases and the maintaining of them. But, she asserted that with my apparent resources, that if I contained myself to this enterprise until it was all fully developed that I should have no problem with it at all.

I smiled at that assertion and asked for a prospectus on this whole offer to have it reviewed by a third party of mine that would not interfere or contend with me on it, unless I declined it. Her name is Blossom and she is the head of the Blossom Legal Team here in town. She is local grown, educated and as young as she is, she is a tough cookie. She was also one of my favored escorts during her college days, and still available to a favored few of her clients from those days on an availability protocol. She is highly sexed, but without any desire to tie herself down to a man or children. So, we lovers cover her intimate needs for her, and probably with a lot more enthusiasm than a tired husband just home from work would give.

I didn’t tell Mrs. Darby about who would be reviewing this for me, since I didn’t want any back door influencing to occur. Not that Blossom would be able to be handled in that way anyway.

With the handover of the prospectus, Elaine, as she now wanted to be addressed by me inquired as to whether I would be available for dinner and consultations later this evening. I answered in the positive and she said that she needed then to end this meeting to inform her family that she needed to be away for the evening for business matters. Before she left, I inquired if a deposit of one of my millions would be sufficient to move the offer forward upon my successful reported favorable recommendation of this matter. She said, quite sufficient, but to not delay, as there were others interested too, though not as qualified as I was.

As I left, I got a sly wink from Miss Felicity (no last name mentioned) who was now apparently my favored B.J. analyst and social director. I smiled back at her, anticipating the next opportunity to sample her wares. I rarely did see her in this office again, but because of all of this sensual gafarble, I surmised that this whole deal was of serious import to both of these very attractive young business women.

On the way to Blossom’s agency, I purchased a locking case with two keys to contain my prospectus and to guard it from any prying eyes that might be handling it before Blossom got it into her secure hands. When I arrived, I was immediately, even before some scheduled clients, admitted to her office to personally hand it to her. With the admonition of the time constraints on this, she asserted that she would get right on it and let me know as soon as possible. She gave a little kiss on the lips and escorted me out of her kingdom for the present.

I then returned home to cogitate over this whole scenario and its permutations. Big talk for the offer and everything that could go wrong. In the meantime, I got a text message from Elaine to meet her at the ‘Anthonys on the Pier’ in town. It is one of the most elite restaurants in the city. So, I quickly went by so Renti, my favorite lady Asian hairstylist could perform her magic and stopped off at the ‘men’s suit’ store to get an appropriate appearing business suit that would actually fit me, then a shower and shave to neaten up my growing beard and I would be ready for my lady banker friend.

While I was idle awaiting the time to start to actually get ready for this date, I spent some time making out a sizable check for each of my adult children. Enough for each to seriously augment their lives. In them I admonished them to please pay their taxes on the amount first, since I would not rescue them if they got into trouble with the IRS over that. It’s on them if they neglect that.

When I got to the restaurant, she was just walking up and almost walked by me, because of my spiffed up appearance. But, when she did greet me, she gladly took my arm as I guided her into the lobby to get our table assignment. The staff recognized her and evidently thought that I was some kind of oil sheik or something, and a prime table was found for us immediately. I then seated her and took my place across from her. She smiled back at me over this.

“I am so glad you could make it tonight, Mr. Jensen.”

I interrupted here and remarked, “You can call me Marty for at least this night, Mrs. Darby.”

“I think that that was Elaine, I believe.”

“Just so.”

“Are things moving along on our proposition?”

“Yes, I should hear in two days or less.”

“Good to hear. Is there anything else that we could do to expedite this for your benefit?”

“Oh, Elaine, I think that you already have that in hand, don’t you?”

With a warm and expectant smile, “Yes, I do.”

At that the waitress approached us for our order, or at least our drink order. I asked for Thomas Kemper root beer to drink and Fish and chips with a side of potato salad for my meal. Elaine looked up and ordered a Caesar salad with a side of a small tuna casserole for herself and we settled in to talk or hold our silence until the food arrived.

After a few minutes, I asked her if there was anything that she wanted to share with me. And she responded, “As you know from my title, I am married. His name is Tom and he is the highest regarded Master Mechanic specializing in autos in the city. I am very proud of him.”

‘You do have a knack for identifying and gathering up odd assets, don’t you?”

“I have never heard it put quite that way before, but with your current experiences with me, I can see the wisdom and humor in that statement.”

“I meant no insult to you or him by that comment of mine. I think that there are highly valuable persons in many trades not usually associated with the wealthy and famous.”

“Just, so.” She remarked back to me. “He is a fine man and a wonderful husband. He takes such great care of the children, when I am called away for meetings like this, and he never makes any negative comments about how I proceed with my profession. I look forward someday when our child rearing and careers are behind us and when I can retire to give him all of my attentions for the rest of his life!”

“Lucky fellow!”

“How about you?”

‘I am unattached in a regular way these days. I had a great marriage that foundered due to circumstances that neither of us asked for. It had to do with my odd method of dealing with pain control. She didn’t take it very well, at all. I guess she has confided in our kids that she might have been a lot more forgiving of me under the circumstances. Her choice. And I hope that she remains the fine lady that I once loved so much.”

“Well, spoken.”

“I am guessing that I might get a lot more attentions from the higher class ladies with my greatly improved financial standing, and I would welcome that. But, I very much doubt that I would ever marry again, maybe just commit in a social way to one beloved lady, because the divorce took something away from me that I will probably never regain.”

“What would that be?”

“Trust.”

“Yes, I see.”

At that our meals came and we ate and smiled a lot at each other. During the meal she noticed that I didn’t order an alcoholic drink. She inquired if I was offended by her doing so. And I comforted her to know that I am not judgmental about that. It is not an ethical or religious determination of mine, but a practical one, I never drink before I drive.

“She asserted that that was a wise policy. And that since she was drinking, she would be staying at the next door Beach Front hotel for the night, and that I despite not drinking should stay with her in case of any spillover influences to me of her drinking.”

I nodded and smiled over that.

When we left, we were hand in hand as we walked the half block uphill to the grand hotel. There she was known very well too and we were immediately again granted a fine room and led up to it.

When we got in, she left for the rest room to freshen up a bit and left me sitting on the four poster bed with a canopy. When she returned to be with me, she had evidently left some clothing behind, since she was now nude except for the finest looking panties that I had ever seen. In colors of red and black. And I knew for sure that she hadn’t even had panties at dinner. I had dropped something to the floor to be retrieved and she had opened her legs to help me ascertain that.

With that, we wasted no more time. I took her into my arms on my lap and began to give her the kissing that I had saved up all day. She must have had the same thing on her mind, because she was responding in kind. Our hands were moving to interesting places on each of us, as the kissing proceeded. Mine got very quickly under her panties to her obvious delight as indicated by her reactions. I know that I was enjoying her hands on my cock.

We then moved down onto the bed in each other’s arms and began to move in physically to each other. She had one hand on the back of my head pulling me into our kisses and another on my back pulling me into our cuddling. One of mine was on her tit and the other was between us fingering her pussy slit.

She then shed the panties and we assumed a face to face on our sides sixty-nine position and with pillows braced ourselves up to an extended worshiping of each other’s nether regions. She tasted just wonderful. And she seemed to like me, too.

She patted my butt cheeks when she deemed me ready, and we reversed with her moving to her back in the middle of the bed. She was already well-wetted, so I moved right in with my cock and entered her to her deep sighs and moaning. When I reached bottom in her, she smiled up to me and encouraged me to soundly fuck her. I did my best to comply with that command, and we simultaneously climaxed to our joint surprise and glee.

We then reversed again with me on top and we orally cleaned each other’s privates, enjoying the odors and flavors from our good and proper fucking exercise. After that we fell into each other’s arms and gathered ourselves up for a good night’s sleep.

In the morning, she rolled me asleep over on to my back and gave me a very brief and effective blow job and then wandered off to the bathroom to prepare to meet the day. When she left, she also left a note telling me that all of the charges were already taken care of. And they were!

THE LANDLORD 2

After leaving the hotel and Elaine, I returned home to await the verdict from Blossom and her team. I was nervous about this, but not extremely so, since I didn’t really need this investment. I was in fine shape with the money that I already had. It was just that this opportunity would open up a whole new world for me, and surely increased offers of what I love the best…..gourmet sex.

At two in the afternoon after having my late lunch, I got a cell call from Blossom. She asserted that she had checked things out. Pretty quickly, but still as thoroughly as could be done in the short time available. She said that she could not find one thing wrong with this deal, it looked pristine to her. And even with the assets that I had available, she would tie things up so that in the worst case scenario, all I would lose would be less than a quarter million and little of my pride.

I told her that a check would be coming to her this afternoon, and I wanted her to coordinate this deal with Elaine Darby at the bank. Blossom said that she knew her well, and respected her. She would be glad to do this for me and would start even before the check arrived. I said that it would be in amount of fifty-thousand dollars. She said that that was much more than enough, but the excess she would enter as a contingency fund covering any future emergency needs. I said that that would be fine.

I then called Elaine at the bank and informed her that it was a go, and Blossom would get ahold of her to coordinate the paperwork for me to sign as soon as possible. Also, that the deposit that I mentioned would arrive within minutes. To say that she was pumped, is just so undervalued. She was shrieking at the other end of the phone. She then said that she was terribly busy, but could send Felicity to the same hotel room to confer on some on the details. I concurred with that idea. Then she said that she needed to get right off the phone to call Blossom about getting their joint work done. She closed with a genuine thank you for my business.

An hour later I was back at the room, since that morning the staff didn’t even question me as to my purpose in being there. Evidently they concluded that I would now be a regular customer of theirs and didn’t want to spoil the ambiance for me. Minutes after that I was balls deep in the pussy of Felicity, who seemed to be having a really good time with that.

After bleeding off my cum that way, she was determined to give me a trip around the world and so moved to have me up her ass, too. It didn’t take long, I was so pumped about everything at that moment, that I found my way up her ass, with no difficulty at all. And after that, she took me into her mouth and drained me again, for the third time. It had been decades since I had accomplished that!

After that, she moved to her side and took me into her pussy again to rest and relax with a nap. She seemed in no hurry to leave, I sure wasn’t. She took it upon herself to order in for us, knowing from Elaine, what I liked and we ate, with her fingers up my ass, and mine in her pussy. A truly awkward, but enjoyable experience.

After that, she informed me that she was available to stay until morning, and that Elaine might be joining us later after her conferring with Blossom. I said that having her was enough, to her appreciative smiles, but that Elaine was very welcome, too. With that she grabbed me and hugged me until I said uncle and laid back to admire her gorgeous body. Then we laid in relaxed rest to tell each other wonderfully loving things. She really got into this. I know that I am alright to look at, but nothing special in that regard. But, with Felicity having a very believable manner about her, I was feeling really good after several minutes of her admiring me with little touches and pats on my body in sensitive areas.

I returned the favor and further admired her beauty and sexiness. But, added that I detected a very brilliant girl under all of that, too. And that I would see to it, that she got part of the credit for this deal and would include her in my future ones in one way or the other. This truly delighted her and in response to this, she moved up to me again to send my cock up her ass as an appreciative thank you. I took my time with this and when she came, it was monumental. I didn’t cum this time, but I wasn’t complaining, either.

After that we got up and played with each other in the shower, trying to get at least some cleansing into the process and after toweling off returned to the bed to collapse into sound slumber while we held hands. Elaine didn’t make it that night, but that was okay with me. This young lady beside me was truly endearing and wonderful enough for me.

In the morning, again before I awoke, she gave me another spirited blow job. I could really get used to this. It causes me, and most guys I would guess, to start the day in a very mellow mood!! When she left, she also left me a note, pleading with me to keep in touch. I texted her cell phone with the message, ‘SURE ENOUGH!’

Later that day, I got a text from Blossom that the contract should be ready to sign by me in five days. The bank and the other lien-holders were being very cooperative and reasonable in the numbers and stipulations in this matter.

I texted back to Blossom that I would like to meet with her to go over some organizational issues with me going forward, she said to plan on Thursday night, all night with intimate perks in addition. I passed on that I would wherever she sent me for the night. During the meantime, I did some research and asked questions in helpful quarters.

We met at a favorite bay side hotel for a dinner and all night date. Over dinner I brought up some of my concerns, like having a management team to help me get this off on the right foot. I asked Blossom for suggestions for the various members of the team. First I needed a lead legal firm to cover my ass in case of any kind of assumed offenses against persons or institutions. She suggested the Kirkland firm, the firm that worked for Edna on the case of Marcus, the cab driver. I know Marcus and am familiar with that case and so nodded agreement with that. Blossom volunteered to handle the legal matters of leasing, renting, selling and evictions in regard to my condos. I knew that she is very capable in that, so I accepted that also.

Then there was the matter of the needed construction team to recondition the whole complex and integrate the three properties into one united whole. She recommended an out of town firm with a local office. They are known as the Sully Construction firm and had gained a sparkling reputation on the west coast for excellence in construction standards, their reasonable contracts and in the quickness of finishing their projects. They also have the reputation of utilizing local professional talent to augment their construction team. They have a local guy already on board to start the ball rolling, and his name is Jose.

The next matter was the issue of security. It has been rather lax in the condo unit that I live in. Break-in artists wander the court yard and hallways with no one calling them on doing so. They regularly try people’s doors early in the morning and in the darkness of night to find unlocked doors for their possibly violent invasions. I myself have been robbed three times here and broken into twice. Also, there are pimps and escorts along with drug dealers operating in the open here. I personally have no problem with the escorts, naturally, but I don’t want their pimps hanging around and intimidating people who really belong there. With this she recommended the MT. Beaver Detective Agency, with the auxiliary force team, The Bash Brothers to take care of these concerns. I said that I would look into this, also.

Then we got on with a very fine dinner and later a night of very enthusiastic love making. Boy, who was it that said to not mix sex with business got it exactly backwards? Nothing like a friendly fucking to smooth out the negotiation process. And to help everyone feel really good about the results.

So, I spent the next couple of days interviewing those firms as to their suitability for the intended purposes. They all easily passed muster with me. And preliminary plans were being proposed. The Sully Company was going to hire a local engineering firm to do a total analysis of the grounds and buildings involved. It took a month for all of this to come together, three weeks after I already owned it. There had been written into the sales contract, stipulations to protect me from hidden substantive negatives in the grounds and buildings. Thank goodness that we never had to resort to enforcing any of them. It all went rather well.

The conclusions of the engineering firm were that the buildings were still in very good structural condition. The units in my suite’s complex needed light refurbishing and the other newer additional complex’s units needed a very profound reconditioning done to them. The grounds were very secure, no reason that further development couldn’t be accomplished.

But, in the meantime, the day came to sign all of the contracts at the bank’s office. When I came in, all I could see were very happy women. No men present, except for me. And there was a very festive spirit throughout the facility. After a brief greeting at the front door, acknowledging me as the most important client that they now had, Felicity escorted me into the meeting room, which was decorated in a very strange manner. There were, of course, the requisite drinks and balloons, but how many bank meetings have you been to that have a thin mattress as the main cover of the central table? None that I remember!

I came in and found a very comfortable chair to sit in to await the actual signing. Evidently, that would follow some kind of celebratory process of which I would be the main recipient. At that, the room dimmed and the older and less attractive ladies moved back to the walls to observe and surely enjoy the show. None of them were required to be present for this meeting, only if they wanted any chance of moving forward in the company.

Elaine and Felicity, immediately doffed their clothing, all of it. There were a number of stunned faces and voices expressed at this. I wasn’t one of them though, these two ladies are very striking in looks, especially when nude as I had good reason to know. And they approached me and guided me up to the table with the mattress and sat me on the edge for the moment. They had a couple of the older ladies come forward to undress me there. It appeared that they took special glee in that effort. And then Elaine and Felicity progressed to doing a joint Blow Job on me, with the other ladies encouraging them with the basest loud and raucous encouragements imaginable.

The two ladies were really into it and I soon graced them with the liquid results of their efforts. They then helped my temporarily drained body up onto the mattress provided. I at that moment could very well wait for what was next, since I was still getting over what had just happened. They got up on the table and smothered me with kisses and caressing’s, which naturally lead me to an upright condition in my nether region. The ladies made up a line of inspection to guide by and admire and praise its appearance. Some of the older ladies even took a few seconds to taste it and mount their mouths over it.

I was very curious as to how this would all climax. Probably with Elaine and Felicity seriously fucking me in front of this appreciative audience. In that I was very wrong!!

From behind one of the older ladies against the wall moved forward a very shy appearing young woman, probably about sixteen years in age. As she approached to table, Elaine and Felicity took her into their care and slowly and with a lot of fanfare undressed the appearing to be girl. Then they gathered her into their arms and began to kiss and caress her. While this was going on, the lady who had hidden the girl with her body until the revealing climbed up on the table to use her mouth to maintain my erective standing.

The girl was sat up on the side of the table with her back to me and everyone else but me got to see Elaine and Felicity minister to her young pussy. It was appreciated very much by the women present. Even a couple of them moved forward and took a quick turn with their mouths in the young girls’ ‘promised land.’ Maybe the only opportunity that some of them would ever have to enjoy the wonders of young pussy in person.

With the young girl now lit up in passion, moaning and shivering in lust, Elaine and Felicity accepted her body as passed up by evidently her mother and others of the older ladies and firmly implanted her right down on my uprisen cock. To say that I was shocked at this is to underestimate my reactions to this rude and crude action. But, after a very brief shocked reaction by her, she shook that off and began to shift forward and backwards on my cock with small bouncing’s up and down. She did this for a few minutes and then began to spin around on my cock aided by the combined cum of my cock and her vagina’s Bartholin glands. She did several quick round trips and then settled down with her front facing my face.

I then reached up to cup her face and she looked very affectionately down on me with that. Then followed my hands cupping her dear little breasts, and I got moans from her from that. She then leaned forward to lay on my chest with her still mounted on my stone hard cock. She initiated a course of kissing and tongue plunging by each of us. As she was leaned forward on me, it opened her rear assembly to the admiration and use of the ladies present. And all of the older ladies took their opportunity with their lips and nose up her slit and into her anus. Then Elaine and Felicity brought forward a large butt plug and with a great deal of skill entered it up the young girl’s rear end.

At this, the young girl began to moan and sigh piteously with light screaming. She rose up and began to deep and powerfully pound on me. With that overpowering sight and sounds with profound stimulation of my cock tissues, I shot a great glob of my cum up into her birth chamber to her excited shrieks. The other women in the room , with that began to pair off for their own fun and when the youngster finally removed herself off of me to plant her pussy on my lips for cleansing, a very old lady, moved forward, took our her dentures and proceeded to give me a very grand sucking and cock cleansing. I wanted her number before I left. The young girls’ one too. I was then left with the young girl draining our combined liquid efforts into my mouth. After that I licked the bowl, I mean pussy clean, and laid to savor the experience. The little girl leaned up to my ear and whispered, “The best ever! And, I will contact you soon.” I nodded to her and eventually arose to join into the necessary signing of the contracts. To do that I was required to sit in Blossom’s lap, with her hand working on my cock. Try that at an important business meeting some time. But, everything came together and Blossom went home with me for the night.

It took a couple of days for the whole project to work its way through the Title process and the regulatory agencies review. This was perhaps record time for that to happen, but now I had the whole enchilada to myself for my development and use.

Late that evening, the mother dropped off her daughter to me for further training in business procedures. Lesson to be given with her naked in my bed. She showed real promise again, especially in ‘rear end’ deals and oral presentations. It ended with my cock up her ass for the night, and her cleaning me off in the morning for me to meet the day. I assumed that she had pressing needs for make-up and such, so I put a very generous tip in her pocket book. As she left my place she turned and begged me for further lessons, I let her know that I would arrange that. She smiled as she left. And her mother texted me later her thanks for the contribution. Old bank employees don’t make that much you know, unless they have worked their way up to be the manager. Mom assured me that she would be available to me as often as I required it. ‘Thanks Mom.” I texted back to her.

THE LANDLORD 3

With the legal work pretty much completed, I turned to the important work of analyzing the income and balance sheets for this property (now singular, since it had all been legally joined together.) I dropped in to the real estate servicing firm that the previous owners had used to process the leasing, selling and collecting of rents for the property. They had also shown a very frugal manner of maintaining the grounds and units using an affiliated home service. I anticipated using them for the near or far future. But, I had something in mind to accomplish, before the serious construction, began. It was scheduled to start in two weeks and would take three months to finish. A very quick rate of completion by any standards that I know of. But the Sully Brothers had a very strong reputation for completing on time and with thoroughness of work.

The office manager of the real estate servicing firm, Wind City Real Estate Services, LLC, admitted me into the office to confer with her and give her my undying gratitude for their services and my blessing on their continuance of that service to me. I considered that a possibility, but I am not the complete business tyro that they think that I am. I am here to get the renter’s payment and complaint records for the last year.

When I relay this to her, she assumes a knowing expression on her face and informs me that for confidentiality legal reasons, that she can’t supply them to me. Evidently on this legal jargon to block my entry into her world of my property’s record through stonewalling, I was supposed, to by her manner, to stand up and apologize for wasting her time and then leave her office with my tail between my legs. I quickly informed her that I would consult with my real estate dealings attorney the noted Blossom and she would get back to her soon. Upon my expected receipt of the requested records, I would use them for my business purposes and then review the adequacy of my using them for the current purposes, much less the added responsibilities of my enlarging domain.

That swept the business smirk right off of her mouth and face. She paled a bit and asked me to wait while she conferred with the facility’s general manager. I can imagine that conversation going like this, “You stupid bitch, give the man what he asks for! Don’t you know that he is one of our largest and long-lived accounts. And evidently his holdings are going to increase rather rapidly to our advantage. Get on this immediately!”

A shaken and contrite business official, how rare they are, came back to office with the requested records all printed out, with annotations and all mounted in a beautiful presentation folder.

I commented, “Well done,” and left before she could think of any other matters that she could stonewall me on.

I spent the afternoon pouring over these records and soon got tuned into their mode of recording. I found a bunch of leasers and owners who were right as Big City rain, and a not small minority who were troublesome. I opened my computer and produced a portrait of the offending individuals for my and Blossom’s perusal. And possible evictions. I wanted to get things in order by the time all the construction was completed.

I also planned on interviewing possible lot security personnel to man the front gate house when that was competed and for Law Enforcement officers to occupy the two front lower rental units to provide a sobering influence to anyone who planned on any kind of mischief on site. They would get to park their cruisers right on site for free and receive a somewhat reduced rate, if they would agree to have a security monitor for their checking in on during boring times on the T.V. or a profoundly disturbing Seahawk or Mariner loss. They would get their very own log book for offenses that they noticed real or suspected. I would ask them to leave any escorts who were being nonirritating to the other residents strictly alone on my property, but any drug sellers or pimps, were free to be handled by them. I knew that they would love that.

When I finished up on those little chores, Opal, the young fuckster from the bank showed up again. I guess I had advanced in her and her mother’s repute by her sharing a name with me. I didn’t really know if it was her real name, but it was definitely better than say ‘hey you’ to a very desired sexual object of desire. We were no more that initiated in to her latest ‘business’ lessons and there was a knock at the door. It was Felicity, and I invited her in to share my time with Opal. She was hot for this and had her clothing off of her and on hangers very quickly while I replanted my member up into Opal’s love chamber. At that Felicity joined in to service Opal’s titties, while I also concentrated on kissing Opal with all of my heart…….. and mouth.

When things calmed down after my eruption up into a gleefully receiving Opal, we laid back in cuddling to gab about anything that came to their minds. Felicity inquired about the possibility of moving in with me when my new apartment was done. It was going to be made up of all four top floor condos in the front unit, combined together with entry ways between them and two of them opened up together. It would have a combined more than three thousand feet of floor space. There was going to be a rather large master bedroom with a full shower and bathroom of heroic propositions, too. One of my favorite features was a giant aerated bath (which can seat four adults) mounted in the wall between the bathroom and the bedroom, which among other things would allow me to stare and watch the naked ladies as they prepared themselves for the day. That had me excited, for sure.

I was going to have at least three other bedrooms included, four if it could be fit in. With a common bathroom for those bedrooms and other persons in the home. Interestingly, I was going to include a small but complete bathroom off one of the bedrooms that any residents with me could compete to have for their own habitation. I looked forward to that competition, which will be based on you know what.

Interestingly, the kitchen would not be that much bigger, because I didn’t plan to cook that much with so many delivery prepared food services available. And I didn’t think that the girls that shared my lodgings would all be that much inclined to cook, either. Actually, how much space do you really need to pour milk over cereal?

Opal then inquired if she could also come to stay with me, the high school bus stop was right across the street after all. I looked over at Felicity and she enthusiastically nodded yes. And then Opal leaned over to whisper into my ear, that her mother would be glad for that, if I could supply her with some amount of support for her to cope with the rest of her brood numbering four. She even suggested that the others could be available to me, too. They were all girls, I bet her ex-husband shot himself in the head over that, and the youngest was eight. I declined that offer, to be reviewed as each reached the prime age of sixteen. She smiled with that with dreams of puppies, kitties, her own bedroom and cocks up her pussy and ass playing in her mind.

I told them that nothing of that sort would happen until the remodeling was all done. They got the message, they had four weeks to prove that I would want them and their three orifices each from then on. What an incentive they had, and I believed that they would be up to the challenge.

With that, I moved off Opal and with Opal’s oral help readied myself to live a little up Felicity’s vaginal alley place. Things moved wonderfully from then on, and we when I had finished in Felicity cuddled together to spend the night.

It appeared that I had a high degree of primacy with Blossom from that time on, because when I called for an appointment, I was brought in in very quick order. In this case the afternoon of that next day. When we conferred on the record of violations of the condos rules, or sometimes just repeated occurrences of being jerks, Blossom used her green pen to flag ones that were subject to immediate eviction, and blue on others that we would watch for the proper grounds. No use getting on the watch list of the renter’s advocacy people or the State’s watch-dog authorities. The later were much more lenient with landlords, since many of them were landlords, also and didn’t want to set any precedents that would make their business more difficult, either.

That left only a couple of cases to consider. There were four old couples who were dears in their comportment, but with their income levels were having a difficult time meeting all of their renter’s obligations. I thought about this and worked it out with Blossom to send a letter that instructed them to catch up on their payments because I can’t treat them any different. And then to send them a check for all past due payments to me, with regular monthly payments to make up the difference between their regular payments and what they owed each month. This would be from a shadowy renter’s relief organization made up by us, with the instructions that they were to use the payments to settle their regular obligations to their landlords. Blossom just loved this. She liked how my mind worked for sure. And besides, I would get the money back in the rents, and the cost to me would be very low, and what the hell; what use is it if when your rich you can’t fuck with people’s minds in positive ways, too?

Blossom through laughter teared up eyes assured me that the first eviction notices would be sent out the next day and also reminded me that she was needing a very improper fucking soon. I suggested that I might put Felicity at work producing a yearly calendar with all of my obligations in that field of my interests. That left Blossom again laughing at me and shouting for me to, “Get the hell out of my office before I pee my panties!” The receptionist and her colleagues were also suitable amused by this all.

My first challenge on the list was a tall blonde nineteen year old escort who showed no record of ever having made a rental payment. I, surely knew what that meant. Pussy rental payments. Well that was going to stop!

So, I showed up at her door in the early afternoon, when she would surely be up from her nightly chores. She didn’t answer my three firm knocks on the door. So, I left a note and loudly barked a message to the effect that she could open the door to confer with me then, or be mailed an eviction notice the next day, because of nonpayment of her rents. That got her attention and the door opened to my entry.

I entered into a room that was fixed up like the sensual massage emporiums that I had visited often. It had a raised platform that I often heard being moved about from my condo next door to hers, even at three o’clock in the morning, which would wake me up. I never complained about it, though and had never availed myself of her services. Seeing an escort next door to your residence is a very risky business for sure. Thankfully there was no sign of her total jerk combination housemate/lover/pimp in sight. I hate him with a passion and look forward to delivering her from his excessive jerkiness when the security system becomes fully operational. I think that the Bash Brothers will be happy to aid me on that chore.

But at this time, we sit down to confer on my reason for bothering her during the early day, before she has her professional attire and make-up on. She is gorgeous even without it.

“I am here to address the issue of your not paying any of your rents since you have been here. That is for over a year.”

I let her sweat and fume over that, since she knows that I know what form the rents had been paid in.

“But, I paid them in full to the former owner of this condo community.”

“Not good enough, take it up with him, since the payments need to be advanced to the Windy City Real Estate Services Company, LLC; not to the owner for you to get credit for them.”

“But, he said that he would take care of them.”

“Sorry, no record that he ever did.”

“You mean that he fucked me all those times and never gave me credit for rents paid, like he said that he would?”

“Evidently so!”

“Well, that motherfucker. I will get my MAN on that.”

“Your MAN is going to have to travel, because he and his wife have left for sunnier climes and his parents and children do not live in this area, either.”

“What do I do, now?”

“I guess you start making the payments, start covering the past due and accept a lesson learned.”

Then she looked down in obviously pretended shyness and inquired, “How about you? Wouldn’t you want to fuck me in all three holes and then help a working girl with her rent?”

“You are for sure the prettiest blonde that I have ever met. And I would likely want to aggressively study those mentioned ports, but I will do it with an appointment like all of your customers and reimburse you at that time for your services with the appropriate gift. I want no part of a rent for fucking agreement.”

“Oh, no!!! How am I going to explain this to my….uh…uh boyfriend? He needs his money from me to meet his obligations, too.”

“Well, as to that, let him know that Pimps are going to be unwelcome persons on my property from now on. And any threats from him will be met by some very vicious friends of mine. If he ignores my warnings and continues to come here, he will regret it. If you get him off of your back, you should easily be able to pay your rent and still be far ahead in your affairs.”

“I see what you mean, but these guys are mean and they have abused me in the past.”

“I’m sorry, hun. I can’t prevent that, but with the security that is coming to this place I will know about it, and the repercussions are not going to be as down to earth talking of gentle persuasion. He might not survive it. So, if you care anything about him, warn him off from this property!”

“I’ll let him know what you have said.”

“Good, I expect an initial push back, but am ready for it. And I will get with you on a date sometime after this all blows over. In the meantime start making payments on your debts to this facility and stay out of trouble here. If you have a dying need to give him some of your fucking money do it off site, or else. The eviction papers for you are already having the ink dry on them.”

With that she rushed up to me with great tears in her eyes and tried to grab and expose my dick, probably to change my mind on this. But, I resisted and then firmly left the place with her standing looking very lost.

The next morning I found my tires slashed and that is a real effort to accomplish since they are seventeen inch winter tread reinforced sidewall tires. Cost me over four hundred dollars each. I then called Mrs. Candy Sterling, the manager of the Mount Baker Detective Agency and the wife of one of my friends, Richard, known as the ‘Dickster’ in the trade. He is now retired and caring for all of the babies that he can possibly produce on Candy’s very willing body.

She answered me personally, which is probably arranged through the young and aspiring-student receptionist. Upon recognizing who I was calling.

“Yes, Mr. Jensen, what can I do for you?”

“I keep telling you that it is Marty to you, dear. It would only be Mr. Jensen if you would agree to share your delicious body with me!”

“Well, Marty, my body is very busy with Richard’s productions in it. I don’t see any end of that coming anytime soon, not that I mind at all. I have a new production of about five months in house right at this time. You wouldn’t want an old pregnant lady like me to fuck, would you?”

“Just try me and find out!”

“I will pass that request on to Richard to decide on. I guess that you love momma’s milk, and I have a ready supply for that constantly. Richard and the babies love it too, that is when Richard leaves enough in me to feed them.”

“Not interested in your domestic travails today, Lovely Momma. What I do have is a visiting pimp that has slashed about two thousand dollars’ worth of my tires. I am interested I having the favor returned to him in some fashion that will make the point that he is not welcome on my property, much less my world. Any pain that he gets in the message is on him.”

“I will send out the Bash Brothers to confer with him on these issues. I will invoice you for services rendered upon completion and take care of their charges in another way. By the way, we are ready to start the new security system as soon as we get notice that the peripheral fencing system is complete.”

“Thank you and I will get back to you on that. Nice to do business with you.”

“Promises. Promises” And then she hung up.

I found out later from Tracey, the tall blonde bombshell that he was met later that morning when he came to collect the cash from the previous night. When she had advised him to my concerns and orders, he just did his pimp laugh and told her that he would take care of me, in fact had already started to bring me to his knees, evidently to worship of his dirty rotten pimpy self. God, I hate pimps! Well soon after he left with the money, he crawled back to her rooms and let it out that two very big and ugly men had taken him in hand had advised him that it would be bad for his health to bother me or you again. Then they pounded him into a pulp with at least two broken ribs, took his funds and advised him if they ever saw him again, he would be dead in the recycle bin, instead of beaten up against it. Through a couple of broken teeth he made threats to bring in muscle to cope with them and perhaps to teach them a lesson about bothering a righteous dude pimp.

It didn’t work out that way. The three guys that came to get the funds from Tracey again, were found almost dead in the recycle bin, not killed for profession-al courtesies perhaps, but the pimp didn’t do so well. The Bash Brothers found him, and no one else ever did. I didn’t want to contemplate on that too deeply. But, now Tracey was free of the pimps secure in the safety of the condo compound. She stayed put for a long time, letting others shop for her. And eventually the heat cooled off for her. As she told me all this, she offered to thank me by fucking me right then, in any way that I desired. I thanked her for the offer, but let her know that she was still on probation, until the rents started flowing in. I returned the confiscated funds that the Bash Brothers had returned to me for her and she could have kissed me over that. Did, in fact and I enjoyed having that tall sleek body up to mine for sure.

THE LANDLORD 4

The Sully Brothers and their local crews augmented with top local talent are sailing through the very complicated and comprehensive remodeling and refreshing of the condo units in my newly dubbed, Mount Beaver Garden’s Condos. I know it is true, because there is a sign on the brand new fence across the front of the combined properties that says so and, ‘Coming Soon!’ Right under it is another sign that says, ‘Off-Street Parking for rent is coming available soon’

Most of the apartment and condo complexes on the street are short on visitor’s parking and street parking is in severe shortage, too. And the street parking seems to be disappearing daily for bike lanes and such. I am like a lot of people, enthusiastic about other people riding bikes so that they don’t have to steal our vehicles to get around, and also leave more space for our driving on the roads, too. But, with the pressure on drivers, where is the money going to come to maintain the highways and streets if many more change over to bikes. Bicyclists don’t pay the all of same taxes that support roads, as drivers do.

Anyway, the peripheral fence is done and that should help a lot with interlopers. It is six feet of solid board fencing topped off with another four feet of cyclone fencing. On top of that are a number of features to severely discourage attempts to climb over it. This is on the South, West and North sides. On the East side is a four foot fence to satisfy the law, but with only one entrance to walk in and out, and to drive in the same manner. And there is a security shed at the entrance to monitor anyone who comes and goes. The college students who man it, get paid little, but they get plenty of time to study and do homework while interruptions to monitor the security cameras sparsely occur. And we have two Law Enforcement officers on site, living here to take matters in hand in case of difficulties. Those difficulties seem to be abating constantly as past offenders either get the message and mind their own business, or disappear into the legal system to be somewhere else. Then there is always the Bash Brothers who are available to discuss matters with prejudice if it is needed. The police usually leave them alone, because they view them as taking care of situations that they can’t. Professional courtesy at its best.

My super condo is well on the way to completion, and the Sullies are especially enthused about its potential. They see a masterpiece in the making and have been promised to be able to take as many pictures of it as the desire. Probably going into a sales brochure under the title of MAN CAVES, to your order. With the taking of all third floor condos for my extended unit, Tracey will have a fine newly remodeled unit for her trade just below the previous one on the second floor.

This leaves me with the decision soon, as to whether I will welcome Opal, the sixteen year old sexpot and Felicity, just a sexpot also; to join me in residence. I am leaning to yes for both. At this point I don’t think that I would want to give up on either of them.

During the construction phase, one of the Sully brothers brought it to my attention that a row of additional buildings on the West side and another up the middle of the parking area would still allow for more than sufficient parking on site. I said for them to sketch up a simple diagram of that and to estimate the construction cost of that project for me to store until I get what I already have in full usage. He said that he would be glad to accommodate that.

Oh, by the way, Candy had her latest baby and Richard sent her over to give me a sample of her mamma’s milk that he and the babies so love. She did so, with a great deal of humor. Actually, she used to be an escort when she first met Richard and was first recruited to be his receptionist in the old days of his ‘detectiving.’ She later became his beloved wife when he graduated to being a security specialist. Hee Haw! And now, she is feeding me just like a little baby, right from the tit. I could kiss him for this, but I am not into that! She is getting a kick out of this after so many years of teasing me. To see the delight on my face will humor her for at least a few weeks.

To pull my whole support team together, including Blossom, Mrs. Darby, Felicity, Opal, Candy and Richard, Marcus and Edna, and a whole host of others, I am thinking of starting an oversight corporation including all of these and more, with a small infusion of cash from my real LLC to share with them. Besides acknowledging all of the help in getting this whole thing off the ground with considerable restraint in their charges, I want them to continue to feel the same about their services to me. Which are welcomed and paid for in due time, faithfully.

Besides it gives us the excuse to have a riotous summer picnic in the middle of summer and a warm-hearten and sexy party in the winter, with as much sexy fun as can be arranged. The response from the objects of this prospective arrangement was astounding to say the least. I was going to have to limit the actual members and other attenders in number, even if Edna lets us use her mansion and grounds. I am pretty sure that I can count on that, with her natural earthiness, and Marcus’s additional influence with her.

I ran this by my team of corporate lawyers and the saw no difficulty in it as long as I kept it separate from any actual involvement in the managing of my property. And I kept a very high total of stock in my own hands. So, the lawyers produced the enlistment papers for each, and we sent them out with a copy of the proposed stock certificates to the named main targets of this exercise. All I got back were wildly enthusiastic responses to this and inquiries of what I meant by very small dividends each year based on my end of the year results. Maybe enough for a bottle of good wine, or two. I figured that with the somewhat reduced charges for their services encourage in perpetuity, I would come slightly ahead on this and make a lot of my friends laugh with the small dividend checks. I anticipated that most of them would be mounted in frames over their fire places instead of actually being cashed. I in my innocence had no idea of the ramifications that would come because of what I did at that time.

Two weeks after the finishing of my super condo, the two girls moved in. and the fun definitely continued. There was no letdown in our fun. And Opal’s mother was ecstatic at the monthly contribution that she received. Another of her daughters was going to graduate to the age of sixteen in three months and she was already asking if I wanted to play with her, too. I said that I would take it up with Felicity and Opal, since they had first call on my dick. I didn’t mention to her Blossom and Elaine, too. No use discouraging the old sex selling harridan in regard to her children.

We prevailed on Edna to provide her mansion for the first party of the Corporation members and other guests and she agreed, since she and Marcus would be home from their one of their twice yearly Caribbean cruise trips. Felicity and the other women helped with the decorations, very adult-oriented since there would be no children under the age of sixteen allowed. I.D.s of suspicious attenders would be checked by the Bash Brothers. Just everyone knowing that was probably sufficient to discourage anyone from testing this out.

When my two lovers and I arrived we found there to be a definite winter theme to the decorations, but nothing involved with Xmas. No Santas at all. But, a lot of nude ladies and men with exposed dicks on display. Very inspiring. There was a lot of spirits that come out of bottles available, none of which I would touch. And Opal and Felicity left me to my own resources to mingle with the cool people of the town. They both should have had some kind of sexometers on their waists to keep track of the number of times they were boffed that night. It would have been an impressive number. They are both so hot, that a guy can’t resist them.

For me, I got my fun, too. Edna excused herself from Marcus, who was then enthralled with Opal, to show me the grounds. So, we donned handy parkas against the cold and with steam rising from our frontal faces, moved out of doors to sample her beautiful acreage. When we got sufficiently away from the house, she pulled down her winter slacks and panties and invited me into the famous ass. There was no way that I was going to turn that down. So, I moved up to her and she reached back to lube me up, must have been antifreeze infused with the bad weather. I quickly got up into her ass cave, which saved a lot of heat and exposure for her and with my modest sized dick, which she greatly appreciated, we soon got each other off to our combined delights. She then moved me to an out shed and we spent some time in serious kissing, some of it centered on my dick and some on her pussy. I then gathered her into my arms and told her that I would never forget this. She smiled and said that she couldn’t say the same unless we repeated it at least once a year, I promised her that.

When we got back to appear at the party, Marcus was just leaving a bedroom with Felicity in arm, both smiling greatly. No apology from me or him required. And Richard was moving Opal to the same destination, so I took my leave of Edna with her smile and found Candy to entertain for a bit. We found the mother-in-law apartment empty, so since I felt that she would qualify some day from her growing brood, moved her to the bed after locking up and proceeded to do almost everything that I had dreamed of doing to and with her. It turned out that my favorite that night was ‘mish’ with her beaming eyes peering up to me. Sometimes a thing is worth waiting for no matter how long you have to wait. Such was the case of this fevered fucking of one of the ladies of the world that I love and honor the most. And she evidently felt the same. No problem if I got her pregnant again, either. Richard would raise it with the rest with no prejudice at all. And Candy would have a dear remembrance of a guy that she had longed for, for a long time. I knew that the teasing would continue when we called, but I suspected that this would not be the last time for us, either. And she said nothing to dispel that hope in me. She just smiled whenever she detected that thought in me.

The construction was completed on time and on budget. The Sully brothers got a rush of business in our city. And a lot of unemployed construction workmen got jobs that lasted for years to work on the backlog of work that they booked.

On the anniversary of the signing of my loan, the girls at the bank prevailed upon me to visit them again to reenact the signing procedure in its entirety. So, I set the day on my calendar, made sure that I showered immediately before leaving and arrived at the bank amazed at the improvement in its ambiance, probably in no small part due to my investment in it and the huge loan that I floated through it.

The ceremony went very much like the last time with only women present except for me, and all of the ladies that wanted to be included in. Even the older lady with the dentures showed up. I was looking forward to that at the proper time. This time there was a variation or two though. When the first one was raised up to be impaled on me, it wasn’t a sixteen year old girl, it was a sixteen year old transsexual who was probably the prettiest girl on the face of the Earth. She leaned over and sucked on me for a few minutes and then was lifted by Felicity and Elaine to be impaled up her ass on me. I thought that I was going to go crazy with lust over this. I had never been with a T.S. before and after fucking this gorgeous one with thankfully a small dick that I briefly sucked on, I felt like I would like to do it again. But, she got her kicks and was raised off.

Next appeared a small little girl who looked too young for this, but I was assured that she was now sixteen, oh probably Opal’s younger sister, and they gave her the same treatment that Opal had received the year before. When she was mounted on my cock, it became aware that this was a virgin this time. She shivered and she sank down on my cock, screamed a little at the rupture of her cherry and then went wild in lust with me at full penetration. I didn’t even get to move in her, she provided all of the motions. And then too soon, as far as I was concerned she let out a whelp and rose off me with her first penetrated climax accomplished. When she finally was up off of my cock entirely, there was a dramatic drainage of blood and cum from the deflowering. At that, the old lady with dentures moved in to cleanse my cock and bring me again, both chores accomplished and others cleansed Marci, Opal’s sister of her fucking remains. There were a number of lesbians in attendance who were happy to comply with that need.

The old lady finally accomplished her mission and she gobbled up the cum from my latest eruption. I had a clean dick too. This time I gave her a very welcomed kiss to thank her. And the girls said that they intended to have this a yearly ritual, to keep me from moving my money they reasoned with their male upper management. It worked too. And they assured me some surprises again next year along with another sacrificial young girl, Opal’s another sister who would be ripe on the vine at sixteen by then. I smiled at that.

Before I left, Marci came to sit in my lap. The other ladies left the room in recognition of the emotions that she must be feeling with the surrender of her virginity that night and with the one who did it. She cuddled up to me, and I comforted her and welcomed her into the status of being a woman. With tears in her eyes, she reached up to firmly, but gently kiss me in appreciation for that thought. She wanted to show me in a more physical way the way she felt about all of this, but I assured her that there would be other times, tonight was enough for tonight.

On that night on the way home, both Felicity and Opal shared with me that Timmie the T.S. wanted to play with us again. I told them that I would look into that and let them know when it could work out. They could then let him/her know about it. They both texted him, WORKING ON IT! And got smiley faces back.

About a couple of months later in the spring, the roof collapsed in on me. While doing nothing special at all, I collapsed in my living room right in front of Opal. She had the sense to call the front gate house, who contacted the two resident officer’s condos and one of them was home and rushed up with emergency equipment, which saved my life. The gate house also called for an ambulance which happened to be in the neighborhood on a false call. They rushed over and took over for the officer and transported me to the hospital.

I was rushed up to the ICY and they worked on me all night. By morning they had me on equipment to maintain my life, but were already making plans to do bypass surgery to stabilize me. It was touch and go all night, but by the following morning they felt that I was stable enough to tolerate open heart surgery. I was just too weak to transport to a more experienced hospital, so they brought the experts with as much equipment that they were able to transport to me.

The heart team, worked feverishly to accomplish the triple bypass before my body wore out from the strain. I didn’t know about any of this, because I was unconscious from the initial blows in my condo.

A side issue of this was that an enemy consortium of mine, of which I was ignorant, immediately filed an action in court to assume control of my business assets in the name of conserving it while I was out of my mental ability. Blossom, in court for another issue heard of it and rallied my friends and colleagues of the oversight corporation that I had instituted and immediately filed a motion to defeat that effort. This consortium was well known for financially ravaging any business that they got control of for their own benefits. It was from among their membership that the ‘shark’ that caused Edna so much trouble came.

Both sides filed briefs with the court. In the meantime, the Bash Brothers blocked the offices of the business, which happened to be in my apartment from any entry for those men, nor their minions. And they tried. But, two butt ugly mean looking bullies, were too much for the pretty boys that tried to move in. Besides Opal and Felicity were in residence and the condo and office was a virtual fortress, with thick steel doors and jambs, with triple pane windows also mounted with steel reinforcement. Maybe a Seal strike team could get in, but that probably was all. And the onsite law enforcement officers came to the condo’s rescue too, and pictures were taken of the attempted intruders, with security tapes of what they had attempted to do.

In the meantime, Blossom who was very familiar with the corporation bylaws, since she wrote them called for an emergency meeting of the members. Not only a quorum showed up, but all of the elected members did. And when the meeting proceeded to her reading the pertinent part of the bylaws, which gave them the right to name a successor or temporary assignee, they asked Blossom if she knew of a good candidate. So, happened that she had that covered too. She had consulted with some of her contacts at the University, since she had attended it herself and they recommended a young recent graduate of the MBA program, and when his current employers were contacted, under the circumstance they were generous in lending him out for as long as needed. The least that happened would be that he would get very valuable practical experience that would benefit the company in the long run. They also mentioned that they had experienced that he was a very honest and reliable young man.

That was it. They contacted him late that afternoon and he was immediately ensconced in my condo with the ladies to assume control. He knew enough to immediately sign in to the computer matrix to gain control of things and to start a record of his actions. Good thing that he got to the computer first, because my security measures were very lacking. He fixed that right away, too. At least my online activity was not connected to that computer, so the consortium’s efforts to gain control through that means came to nothing, also.

So, while I was fighting for my life, my friends and business partners were fighting for my business and my fortune. Blossom by the next morning filed some more briefs to show what they had done and why. Wiley was added to the business records and took immediate control of things. Fortunately, he had little to do during the month, because everything was assigned to those of my business who could handle them best. This decentralization also presented significant problems for the ‘sharks.’ Since it showed a remarkable foresight on my part, severely undercutting their assertions of neglect on my part.

Finally after only one week of Wiley being on board, the judge ruled that the business was going to be well cared for during my recovery, which was already proceeding after the successful surgery. The ‘sharks’ made two more attempts to seize my business, but after the third one were warned that then next attempted interference in my business affairs would entail them running their businesses from inside the state penal system.

My recovery and awareness proceeded progressively and I got back home in six weeks to enjoy the loving care of Felicity and Opal. The bank excused Felicity from having to come in for the first two weeks until I was able with Opal’s help to provide more of my own care, like making it to the toilet alone. That was a big day for me.

My intimate abilities were negligible for the present, but the doctors said that they would return in fine fettle, I would just have to apportion them out a bit more carefully in the future. I notified Felicity of that and she adjusted my ‘fuck’ calendar to account for that and notified the pertinent parties who were very supportive of my efforts to return to ‘duty.’

After a couple of weeks of healing, I was able to return to at least making recommendations to Wiley about my business affairs. He was very able and humble and took my suggestions and ran with them at least as well as I could. I was coming to the conviction that I wanted this guy on board to administer my business concerns even after I was back to health. His company, when queried on this point said that he could carry my account separately when he returned to work with them. They were very generous in their accommodations to me. After all, the whole town knew about the abortive efforts of the ‘shark tank’ to seize my business while I was down.

The local financial writer for the newspaper got wind of this story (from Blossom, no less) and the state and national news picked it up. There rose a very loud backlash towards them over this. And Edna’s lawyers filed cases against their efforts, which led to severe censuring and monetary damages to myself, and by extension for Edna. In this way, Edna got just about every penny of her loss, by their attempt at me and the public outrage that courts are often sensitive to.

Side note: Wiley was very happy to remain in my employ because as a bookworm and CPA, he didn’t have much experience with women, Felicity and Opal took care of that, and very well too. It took care of them in my absence and lack of ability for some time, too.

By summer, I was back into a measured mode of my sexual self, and at the summer picnic at Edna’s, I got to play lightly with her and Candy to my delight. The guys were amused by all of this as they entertained Felicity and Opal in concert with my efforts with their wives. Isn’t it wonderful when everyone is happy!!

I in a program of rehab right in my condo, with an improved dietary program continued to recoup my health until in the winter, at our regular winter party and orgy, I was able to completely entertain Candy and Edna to their delights and mine.

By the time for the yearly signing celebration at the bank, which the ladies there looked forward and planned for all year, I was able to play my part, by unvirginizing another of Opal’s sisters that had reached the magic number of sixteen years old. This one showed no shyness at all. She was totally into the program and surrendered her virginity with a relish that I had never seen before. Not that I had all that much experience in this kind of thing. Interestingly, none of Opal’s sisters wanted a repeat with me after the ceremony. I guessed that they had other guys to take care of them after that.

As the years mounted up, I was in very good shape. Felicity and Opal stayed the course with me till the end. The blonde next door on the floor below had a boy by me that became a famous basketball player. Candy had a baby that was suspiciously looking like me. She never asserted that it was mine, but Richard simply didn’t care, and I insured his college education through an anonymous scholarship program for cads like me that make babies out of wedlock and don’t want to admit it.

My original children were in very good shape, having used the monies that I assigned to them upon my becoming rich in good ways for their benefits. And I took care of the three children that I had made on Opal and the two that I made on Felicity, too. But, I had myself put on their birth certificates.

Neither Blossom, or Elaine wanted a child by me, just my dick on regular intervals. I liked that!

With the expansion of my little fiefdom by the building of the additional units by the Sully brothers, and the sale of about forty % of all of my condo holdings, the loan now was at a very low balance. So, the corporation that I started years ago began to actually pay some serious dividends to my partners and friends. They thought that was rich, and excused me using their wives at times, too.

I could never thank them enough for coming to my rescue over the ‘shark attack.’ They just asked that I leave their daughters alone and we would be even.

They were smiling when they said it! Really!

TRACEY:

Tracey came to Big City as a ten year-old girl, left at her aunt’s by her no-good mother who had six children in addition to her. None of them that she could afford. The aunt deeply resented Tracey being left for her to cope with. Not that she disliked her, not at all. Not that Tracey was any kind of trouble, either. Not that, either. It was the inconvenience, because Megan was an escort, a polite way to say a prostitute, who was used to having gentleman callers (all men who have money are attributed to be one by escorts) to support her edgy life. And the added expense of her, not that it was a lot, since Tracey was notably non-demanding. She was quite content to have her own bed, a meal a day and school to attend. She didn’t even fuss about the well-used clothing that she wore. After all it covered her body and kept her warm, which was enough for her.

However, Tracey caught right on that she was supposed to stay in her own room, ignore noises from the house and color in her color books to stay out of the way. One thing that Irma, did do, was to shield Tracey from the notice of her ‘gentlemen’ callers, some of whom would not have been beyond the attempting to add her to Irma’s menu.

This situation lasted for six years, while Tracey floundered at school. She was reasonably intelligent, she just didn’t thrive in the standard school program and fell through the attentions of the professionals who should have caught on, but just attributed it to her being born of white trailer trash and growing up to be one herself. Who knows what would have happened if she had been enabled? But, she lasted until the end of her sophomore year and then the school gave up on her and invited her to not come back the next year.

At her aunt’s insistence, she got a job at a coffee stand and showed her real intelligence by thriving there. They wore very abbreviated clothing to attract the male customers, and she was a developing beauty, tall, willowy, with smallish but pronounced breasts and blond hair. She was very popular at the stand and got the most tips of all of them.

She learned also how to avoid those who were determined in their unwelcomed attempts to ‘hit on her.’ Her most effective mode was to smile at them and pretend that she didn’t know what they were talking about. She could hear some of her fellow employees ridiculing her for being so ignorant and dense, but she knew better. They were dating customers and fucking them. She had no intention to do so, too Even if they did think that she was very dumb to not avail herself of the opportunity to make more money for drugs, make-up and a sharing of their tips with their pimp-like boyfriends.

Tyrone, the boss of this small crew, supported her in that determination. He was very discretely trying to date her himself, but so far had struck out. He was being very considerate of her and patient in his advances, though. And he was very fair, no more, no less, with the hours and shift assignments. After all he had the other girls to contend with, too. Not that he hadn’t already boffed each of them already.

Finally, when Tracey got to be eighteen, she decided that she was now old enough to spread her wings a bit. And since Tyrone had been the most determined in his efforts and honorable in his business dealings, she decided to give him first shot on her dating calendar.

They arranged for a date on her birthday, which corresponded with both of their days off. He had a party to attend and he wanted to show off this tall willowy blond, since he was only a five foot-six punk of A.A. heritage.

When they got to the party, he paraded her around among his friends there and then settled down to have some fun. For this crowd, fun was essentially involved with drugs and alcohol. There wasn’t very much checkers, nor dominoes played there. And when they arrived, the party had already been charged up. So, Tyrone with extravagant displays of what he thought to be class, held her close and advanced her to the drinks. Tracey had never had more than a quarter glass of wine at a sitting before and was ignorant of the effect that a great deal more in her would have.

After, a couple of water glass sized drinks, she was out of it on the couch. So, he ordered a hit of H. and brought out his ‘needle’ and blessed her with this gift. The alcohol and H. combination, completely zonked Tracey out and with that she allowed anything that anyone wanted to do with her that night.

It began with Tyrone, who unclothed her right on the couch in front of everyone else. There was no kissing, nor any affectionate words, he just reared back and plunged his dick right up into her and watched in wonder as she bled out of her vagina onto the host’s new couch. That guy was so irate over that, that he came and pushed Tyrone away and took his place plunging into her senseless body until he came. It continued and got very much worse from there on.

The next morning, when she awoke, her whole body hurt and when she looked into the bathroom mirror at her aunt’s place, she was horrified to see what was looking back at her. Her aunt had never looked this bad on her worse days. She dragged herself into the shower to start the process of making herself more presentable for work that afternoon and evening. But, the cleansing and a bit of make-up did little to improve on her appearance.

She did make it to work, but was silent that night and not all that friendly to the customers. Tyrone said nothing about it that night, he feeling a bit guilty about what he had done to her the previous night. But, not very guilty, and certainly not guilty enough to not do it again. But, he was sympathetic to her bedraggled looks this day.

After work, she went home and straight to bed, in the morning her aunt looked in on her and was stunned at what she saw, and this was after a day of healing up. She yelled at Tracey, “If you are going to give all that up, the least you can do is get some money for it and share it with me!” Tracey shrunk back in horror at that assertion.

She slept through the next day and when she showed up the day after that, Tyrone informed her that she had been replaced by someone that would show up and be presentable in her doing so. She guessed that the new girl had fucked him for the job.

She traveled on the bus line throughout the city and finally found another stand with a, HELP WANTED sign. With the admonition to inquire within. So she approached the employee’s door and knocked. When the owner came out, he looked like he was expecting someone else. But, he was agreeable to discuss things with her, despite the fact that she looked a bit worse for wear right then. He backed up a moment and decided that she probably usually looked rather gorgeous. So, he invited her into his tiny office and went about filling out a job application with her supplied info.

When this was done and the discussion about her availability concluded, he sat back on his desk and with hooded eyes asked her to show him how much she wanted this job. So, she knelt down and unzipped him to give this fat old bald man the B.J. that he so much wanted. She didn’t know that much about it because of a lack of experience, but she faked her way thru it and swallowed which guaranteed that she would be hired. One of the resident girls observed this and filed it away.

She was assigned to the afternoon shift with Janice, who preferred to call herself Bridget, you know after Bridget Bardot, the French sex bomb. She had taped over one of her name tags, that she only showed when the boss was gone. She vaguely looked like the real deal, with the wildly curled hair, the blond hair dye job, pronounced boobs and a plush body, accentuated by a faux French tinged manner about her. She got really good tips from the guys, not so much from the women customers.

Tracey wasn’t having anything to do with Tyrone at this time, but somehow got roped into a date with one of his cronies. He had been there at the first party and had plans for her that night, too. When they arrived, she saw Tyrone off in the corner looking very smug and right after that she fell to the floor unconscious from a bop on the head with a whiskey bottle handled by her date. He rushed to inject her with a bonus amount of H. before she could rouse up, and after that it was off to the races with a total fuck job on her for the rest of the evening, accompanied by repeated injections. Some girl even took pictures of the highlights of the evening. One of which was with her being triple penetrated in all of her ‘love’ holes. But, there was no love in this, no pity either. A couple of the girls got her home, because the guys didn’t give a fuck as whether she made it or not.

The next day, she came in looking rather bedraggled again and the boss, insisted on fucking her to start the shift, and that did nothing to improve her demeanor, nor her appearance. She had a shitty evening and ‘Bridget’ noticed it. When they got off shift, Bridget invited Tracey to come home with her to rest up. And since she didn’t want to face her cranky aunt again, she relented and rode home with her.

When she got home, Bridget made some tea for them and they sat down to talk about things. Tracey was having a very bad time of it that night. The raping, the drugs, the ‘shitiness’ at the job and her life in general had her near rock bottom. And she was feeling a new sense of bodily malaise that she couldn’t account for. Bridget guessed what that was and suggested to Tracey that she had a cure for that. So, Tracey relented to this also. Tracey started to freak out when she saw the hypo, but was desperate to feel better and so watched carefully the process as it unfolded. And when the hit landed, she felt a euphoria like never before in her life. She was floating on air for about fifteen minutes and then landed to a stable feeling of being okay after that. She knew right there and then that she would sell her soul to repeat that feeling of freedom from then on. Bridget promised to supply the means, at a price!!!

Somehow, Tracy’s aunt found out about the parties and then the drug habit. She was outraged at all of this and just couldn’t think of how this ingrate girl could have been induced to stoop so low. So, when Tracy came home, she found her stuff in cardboard boxes in the rain on the deck and the locks on the house changed. No amount of banging on the door would get a response from inside, either.

Tracy then called Bridget at work and asked what the hell she was going to do. B. said to get to her place, hang out and they would discuss it. So, T. called a cab and loaded up her stuff for the ride to Bridget’s. The driver sensing what was up here, offered her the ride free if she would blow him. She had very limited funds available, so decided, what the heck, and when he pulled over in an idled parking lot between to unmanned box trucks, she gave him the Blow Job that he yearned for, one that was showing evidence of improving, got him off and was then transported to B.s home.

Of course, B.s home was locked up, so T. passed the time away sitting under cover of the porch to await B.s lunchtime visit. It took two hours of time that T. thought things through. She could see the pattern of things now and the pattern to come. When things get dismal, what do you do? You endure the best you can with the assets that you have until things can be changed. One thing she knew, she was not going to marry some shithead guy and have a bunch of babies made on her, with him then dumping her for another girl and her left in permanent poverty to care for them. Already been there and done that.

B. helped her to get her things inside, and they sat and talked as the teapot warmed up. While sipping the results, they came to an agreement. T. Would take up the second bedroom and split in half the rent and utilities payments. T. would have to pay for her daily injections at the going rate of $40 each, unless she slept and played with B. Then she would get them at a reduced rate of $25 a hit, what B. paid for them. T. figured that it could be much worse and so made the agreement and sealed it up by immediately going to her knees right there and sucking off B.s pussy before she returned to work.

T. was off this day and so after her hit, when she came down from the euphoria, she did some online research and found out that the one a day hit can be sustained for some time, but that it would take a lot of discipline on her part. Even so, that would amount to $1200 a month, $750 if she sucked B.’s pussy and ass every day. Also that her share of the rent and utilities was going to be $500 a month, with about another $500 for food and incidentals. No room for a car at this point, but the bus system in town was very good and relatively cheap, so that would have to do for the present.

Since, the coffee drive-in job at this time was only 30 hours a week at mini-mum wage plus tips, that averaged at about a half of what would be needed to meet her current commitments. If she worked more at the coffee stand, things wouldn’t be improved much. So, what was she to do? More Google research that is what. She learned that a lot of gals supported their habits with escorting (prostitution.) And the going rate for a 15 minute blow job was about $ 50 dollars, a quickie fuck about $100 and a full on hour of fucking, about $160. Evidently, as she advanced in skill, variety of acts and looks, she could up that some. Since, she would unlikely pay any taxes on that income, she would need about the equivalent of ten full dates a month to survive this until something better came along.

She then got on the cell and contacted any of the younger guys that she knew as to their availability for this kind of thing, and except for a couple of rather unhandsome ones (who were not necessarily a bad fuck though,) the rest who were used to getting pretty much anything they wanted for free pretty much laughed her off. Her next foray onto the net and google supplied the information, that the most reliable and dependable paying fuckers were older guys, who were married or single without a partner. The married ones, to get some variety into their lives and the single ones, because as they aged, it became increasingly difficult to find appropriate pussy to satisfy their needs.

Further forays onto the net for research led her to find out that the ways to gain customers were: the “hooker’s Strut’ in town. Every town has one. Craigslist or Backpage ads, best written up as comforting fellows. She decided that the two online avenues were best. But, she found out that the competition in this was very fierce. And to be successful, a fine looking ad needed to be placed.

So, she placed an initial ad, bare bones style and got several hits as she was obviously new on the ‘hobby world; scene and very reasonable in rates at that. She determined that at least a couple of the responses were very suspicious, because they wanted her to virtually admit that this was prostitution. She figured that she better ignore those responses. She did get her first date, though. A cab driver who was very kind and paid her the appropriate amount with no fuss at all. It was a car date for about $120, which would fund her habit for three days while she gathered her wits about herself and worked her regular job. She also gained a backlog of interested guys, too.

That weekend when she got off of her shift late, she found the apartment flooded with ladies playing with each other. Everywhere in the home, even on her bed. She didn’t make a fuss or join in this time. She just went into the kitchen and moved two involved bodies away to make room and made her tea and gathered a left over donut from the drive-in to fuel up for a night of sleep as soon as things calmed down.

As soon as things were settled at the kitchen table, which was at this time unoccupied, one of the ladies joined her there. She seemed to know a lot about T.’s situation and offered some advice to her. The crux of it was that she needed to go to Vegas to train there to be a real escort, to learn the tricks of the trade, the skills and also the way to handle the guys. It should only take about six months to gain the necessary skills to survive in this business. T. said that she would consider it. And then the ‘lady’ moved to under the table to suck her pussy off, to T’s delight. She was also informed that a number of escorts are really lesbian or bi, because that allowed them to keep their clientele and relationship heart aches separate. It is interesting that a surprisingly large number of guys would like to be in a relationship or even marry an escort, because of the things that they do in a session and the manner in which they do them. But the inconvenient truth was that the escorts tend to be rather traditional in their outside of the hobby relationships. Similar to chefs on the job and at home, I would guess.

A couple of weeks later the decision was taken out of her hands, when her boss started insisting on free sex to keep her job. The old fart wasn’t offering any further monies to her to enable her to cope with things, but because he found out about her nascent escorting career, he thought that he could horn in on things, as it were. Instead, the ‘full of information gal’ hooked her up with another who was rotating through Vegas on her yearly three month trip and they traveled together. T. found out that in the three months, through nonstop action, she could clear, even with IRS withholdings, enough funds to cover her needs for the whole year.

When they got there, her traveling companion connected her up with one of the more responsible stables and she entered their training program. With her awesome looks and willing spirit, she graduated the program in record time. And then spent the next four months building up a monetary fund to enable her to return to Big City and establish herself in some way.

When she got back, she got another barista position and with her newly acquired sensual manner, had her tips explode in number. She also got in touch with her previous clients and about a third of them moved back to her. The rest had moved on to more available pussy to meet their needs, but assured her that they would be likely to see her sometimes too.

After having an incall at a local motel to catch up with her previous and new customers, she made a deal with one of them to lease under his name at first, one of the condos in his condo community. This was to be paid for by a weekly one hour date. She did put down a first and last and damage deposit, though from her Vegas funds.

Her ‘medical’ supplies started to run down low in amount and so she contacted her prior supplier Bridget, only to find out that she was out of town for an extended tour of California. She suggested a couple of trusted suppliers, one of which was the hated Tyrone. The other declined her, because of not knowing her. Tyrone was happy to serve her in this way and didn’t even require that she sexually service him while getting her supplies. She braced herself though and looked for other avenues of supplies, while she used Tyrone for a while.

It worked out for some time and then during an election season, the local law enforcement establishment to impress the electorate with their concern for their downtrodden prostitute sisters and the very few actual underage providers, began a severe sweeping of the city and made it very difficult for the regular providers to maintain their clienteles. With this, Tracey got behind in her drug payments and so Tyrone moved right in to her place and took over her life, like a ‘proper’ pimp, would. The beatings and other abuse soon followed. No reasons for them, just as some kind of payback from their twisted minds.

This lasted for some time, with Tracey, trying to gather funds together and an alternative supplier. But, Tyrone anticipated this and left her only with barely sufficient funds to finance her life. He did maintain her drug supplies, though.

Then there was the stunning takeover of the whole complex by Mr. Jensen, who had been her next door neighbor for years. He had always been such a sweet old man, and a rarity, in that she began to accept him a nearby resident as a customer, too. This was because he had been so understanding of late night noises and knocks on T.s door, which got him up many times, because they sounded like knocks on his door.

She had also been patient over his rather loudly played porn and You Tube musical videos. She was very aware of Merle Haggard, Slim Whitman, Angelica Hale and Cajun music through their thin common walls.

When it became obvious that with his unexplained financial fulfilled daydream come true, he was buying out and taking over for the previous owner, she and the others were curious as to what this would mean for them. Before the anticipated unifying of this complex with the empty lot north of it and the next mirror image condo community just beyond that into one condo community, he came to his door to confer with her. As he was not scheduled for that day, she chose to ignore his knocks.

He, though, made it clear that she was to open the door or it would go very badly for her. This was a new version of Mr. Jensen and so she decided that she better cooperate with him to find out what was on his mind. The crux of the matter was that she had not been paying the lease payments, and that they had not been credited to her account, either. She had had the agreement with the previous owner on sex for rent, but Mr. Jensen was not obligated to honor, nor continue that. She tried to offer it to him. But, he said that if they saw each other, that it would be in a different manner between them. She had no choice in this matter.

Then he went on to let her know that pimps were not welcome in his condo community, and that Tyrone was a prime example of what he didn’t want there. His security system that was coming would give him rather tight control of the goings-ons around here. He let her know that he had no desire to interfere with her activities, as long as they didn’t spill over to bothering others living here. But, that Tyrone had to leave and stay away. If she wanted to pass over some of her earnings to him, it would have to be done off site.

When Tyrone came by that day to collect her funds, she relayed to him what Mr. Jensen had said. He put on his macho show and yelled, you mean that old wimp that lives next door. She said, that yes that was him, but that now he is the owner of this whole condo community. Tyrone said that he would show Mr. Jensen who was the boss around here, and slashed all four of his expensive tires that night.

That got Mr. Jensen’s attention and when Tyrone showed up that day, he was grabbed right up off of the ground by two of the biggest and toughest looking thugs that she had ever seen. The famous Bash Brothers? The objects of a number of local urban legends. They took him back to the dumpsters and beat the shit out of him and informed him if he showed up on the property again or bothered anyone there, that the next time he would go out in the trash bin, alive or dead, they didn’t care which.

Tyrone, evidently didn’t get the message, because he showed up again the next day and was never seen or heard of again in our parts. None of them wanted to know what had actually happened to him and his cohorts who tried to interfere, but were glad that they were gone.

After this, T. by not having to fork her earnings over to Tyrone had more than sufficient funds to pay her lease payments and after a couple of months of doing so, she was forgiven of her past debts of this type by Mr. Jensen, himself. He then moved up from being a favorite client to being THE client. She was especially happy that when he confiscated her condo unit for his four condo unified unit, he had a nice refurbished one on the floor underneath the old one prepared for her. One floor closer to her prospective customers.

Shortly thereafter, the heat was lowered in Big City by L.E. and Bridget returned to provide her ‘medical’ necessities. Though Mr. Jensen had two of the cutest girls in the world as live-in lovers, they still became great friends, and sometime later he offered to fund her drug treatments to break the habit. She took him up on that, and made the clean break. It was not as easy as it sounds and there were many near-misses of falling back into its claws. But, she never wanted to go through that detox again, so made it stick. Everyone, even Bridget was so proud of her, and it greatly helped her monetary situation.

During a three hour sexy nurse role play date with Mr. Jensen, she became aware that she had neglected to reenter her pregnancy avoidance appliance. She was having so much fun in this that she said to herself, “What the heck! And continued the date as is.’ Sure enough she got pregnant. While Marty didn’t officially register as his father, in every real sense, except for living with them, he acted as a responsible one. He arranged for her prenatal care at his expense. Paid for the hospital stay and delivery. Paid her in an amount of very generous support and reserved one of the newly refurbished condos in the newly purchased north side buildings for her as soon as it could be completed. It became her home for her and the baby, on his dime. And the two girls in his apartment, the one that took up four whole condos on the top most floor of Building A, babysat for her while she was professionally busy. They were thrilled to add him to the mix of the babies that they were having on Marty, too.

What a situation, she had a very nice apartment on one side of the condo community and her place of business on the other. There was even law enforcement officers in each of the front bottom of the two lines of buildings condos, and they never bothered her. She would have all of her groceries delivered, and Marty Jensen would pick up other things for her on his weekly shopping trips in the provided van for the service of his tenants. She never really had to leave the place.

Marty and some of the young boys in the complex took an interest in William as he began to grow and introduced him to the many mysteries of playing ‘boss’ basketball. He was a very quick learner right from the beginning. And the often repeated lessons, with reinforcements, advanced him very quickly. With Marty acting as sort of an uncle/grandpa, he took him under his wing and introduced him to the youth basketball local community before he was even in kindergarten. He soon found his place among them. Marty attended all of his games and watched him excel on every level. Part of the Benson High School two time state winning basketball teams, he passed over the offers of big schools and won NAIA double year championships and advanced to the NBA with a low first round drafting. He became a notable pro.

Things went forward with her eventually in retirement with a pension that Marty provided. He still got his bi-weekly dates until he died. His two ladies, continued to live in his condo and they became her close friends with a very notable and loving man in common memory.

THE CONDO COMMUNITY:

I am sitting in my living room in my expensive and outrageously comfortable Stress Less Recliner, one of the few luxuries that I have allowed myself in my newly taken condo. I moved into this condo in the first wave of new owners when the Sully Brothers got done with the complete refurbishing of it. The buildings and the empty lot in between had been purchased by Marty Jensen another retiree who now occupies the combined and remodeled four condo composite on the opposite facing building.

This condo community is absolutely anal about its allowed leasers and owners. A person has to apply through Wind City Realty’s renter and condo sales offices, and then go through a background check by the Mount Beaver Detective Agency. Since, I have lived and been gainfully employed in this city since I graduated from Business School at the age of 20, I guess I passed muster. And being granted entry to this community has been one of the best things that has ever happened to me.

The buildings and amenities are pristine. It has a very substantial security presence that is continually monitored on site. In addition two of the front building lower apartments are continually occupied by law enforcement personnel with free parking for their cruisers. They even have security monitors in their apartments for them to check in on when they desire to do so. When Marty first bought this place, he through the Blossom Legal Team, cleared out any and all disruptive influences on site, including a very noxious pimp, who simply disappeared into thin air. Some assert that the famous Bash Brothers had something to do with that. Even Big City has its urban legends.

I have never married, but had a couple of close calls, since I am a reasonably decent looking and fit man. But, I was totally turned off by the whole wedding industry that seems to be operated with the sole purpose of plunging newly married couples into a pit of financial ruin that many of them never escape. I never saw the relationship between a large expensive diamond ring set and extended marital happiness. Nor, the addition of a very expensive wedding to that, either. And since this put me at odds with the prevailing feminine opinions, I decided after a couple of marriage prospectives collapsing over my monetary concerns, just to dump the whole arrangement and live childless and free to share in intimacies with a variety of women. Some of whom were ones that had at one time been interested in a more permanent status with me.

Worked out fine for me, and also for a number of ladies who shared a residence and bed with me until they could find a guy to indulge their glorified marital ceremony excesses. They never seemed to hold any of this against me, just their breasts, mouths, asses and pussies. And in several cases, still once in a while even after the grand event. Evidently reducing the stress between very fatigued husbands and their lusty wives who needed attentions more regularly than their otherwise beloved husbands could provide.

My current live-in is a young woman, sister to the one that lives with Marty across the united condo community. Her name is Marci, and Opal is the companion of Marty. They are two of five daughters of a very lax mother. Evidently their father had abandoned the family under the estrogen ambush of six females and left things to his exwife, just a too common occurrence in our societies these days. So, mom an enterprising sort began to lend out her older daughters for financial return, all done with hidden unofficial methods of return of payment. Out of this, Marty got a terrific young lover and friend, and I got her younger sister in the same manner. Neither of us were complaining about that. And evidently the two girls had decided that they never wanted to marry and were just fine with their current manly arrangements.

I remember her first night with me. I didn’t know Marty at that time, and was not living in the condo community yet. She was recommended to me by a fellow worker at the company that I was then Sales Manager of, and she came to me under the cover of darkness to lighten up my lonely night.

She was young enough to have normally been a virgin, and when it became obvious to me that she wasn’t, she just looked up to me and said, “Marty did it!” Since, I didn’t know a Marty at the time, I just figured out that he must be quite a guy. An assessment that was confirmed upon my actually meeting him. And since, Opal was busy with him, with another fine young woman in residence, Marci decided that she would like the same with me, because older guys are just so much more monetarily blessed and appreciative of their favors.

With the hymen pronouncement taken care of she quickly shed the rest of her clothing and initiated me into a young woman’s sexual fantasy world beyond anything that I had ever experienced before. For one thing, she loved anal, since it felt good to her and wouldn’t produce unwanted children.

And so after, the preliminary excursion into her pussy vault, she moved into position for my anal dream excursion. She mounted up her rear end, lowered her head to mattress level, spread her gorgeous legs, exposed her pristine rosette, and arched her back down to facilitate my coming invasion of her back alley.

I got the thick lube and anointed my cock, then passed it over to her to do the same with her anal entrance. She was glad to do that service with using her pointy finger to work a generous daub of it up into her anal cavity. She then shook her head, indicating for me to proceed. So, with her hands pulling her butt cheeks apart, I got such an inspiring view that I didn’t want to rush through right then. But, after a few minutes of my worshipful admiration, she twerked her butt a couple of times to indicate that I should then proceed.

I rubbed the head of my cock around the outside perimeter of the rosette and with that stimulation got a resultant opening of the gate. I approached very carefully, but upon her feeling my cock head’s touch, she pushed back to help it plunge into her loving innards. To say that I was now out of my mind in lust, is very insignificant to the real feelings that I was feeling then. I was totally enthralled with this young woman’s body and determined to have her for mine from then on. A conclusion that she had already determined on.

As I plunged in and out of her, she resounded with moans, sighs and very low toned and volumed shrieks. The twerks returned and the pre-cum was pouring out of me into her anal cavity. With that she began to shiver along with everything else and soon, she let loose with a loud cry at her body coopting her attentions with a very emphatic climax. With that in progress, I came also, filling up her bowels with my loving gift.

When all of the shaking abated, she had us roll over with me still installed and we napped in spoon fashion still connected in our continued lusts. When she woke up and inquired if she would be welcome to continue in residence with me, I being impressed that she even knew of the word, residence, told her that probably so, I just had to check on some legal ramifications of this. She smiled back at me and as her mother’s horn sounded, she rushed to redress and finished off her time with me with a generous kiss. Then out the door.

After checking this out and receiving a letter of acceptance of me as her mentor in a live-in arrangement (with under the table modest reimbursements to mom’s support) it came to be so, and we entered on a very long-lived arrangement. She moved in with me and continued to attend school until she graduated from high school, and then for the rest of my life, she was very satisfied to just be my companion and live-in lover. We then moved together to the new condo community that was growing around Marty’s efforts.

Soon after I moved into the condo in the north side buildings, Marty and I happened to be out for coffee at the same time at a nearby comfy neighborhood bar and restaurant. I saw him across the room and not wanting to bother him at a very busy time in his life, nodded and awaited his pleasure as to whether he wanted my company. After a delay with him wondering if I was interested either, he took the bull by the horns and waved me over. With a hand shake and fist bump we took up places on opposite sides of a small table in a corner far away from seated mothers and their ears awaiting for breakfast to come.

“How do you like your new condo, Mr. Harpman?”

“LaTrille, to you Mr. Jensen. First names please, especially since we seem to have so much in common. And as to your question, I like it just fine. But, I especially like the atmosphere that you seem to be sponsoring in your condo community.”

“Thank you for that, L.H. It became an obsession with me as soon as I decided to buy out the three places and combine them. I especially wanted to increase the parking as the lack of it had been a continuous frustration to me.”

“I noticed that, since I had been here before visiting Tracey as a friend and not having an onsite visitor’s parking spot.”

“Yes about the parking, and I have visited Tracey as a ‘friend’ also.”

“By the way, I have some news to pass on to you that you might like to know of. From my Opal, I heard that her sister Marci spent the night with you, and that she was ecstatic over you as a possible lover and benefactor. And her mother is also thrilled at the prospect of farming out another of her mouths to feed to be producing funds for her instead of consuming them.”

“Yeah, Marty. In the middle of our first foray in adult fun, she shouted out, “Marty did it!” Then it was discovered that you had initiated her into the adult female place in human society.”

Marty blanched at that. And began something that sounded too much like a coming apology. I cut that off and continued, “No problem, sir. I hate divesting virgins of their definitive state. Better you than me. By the way, Marci is with me now.”

Marty came up with a smile with that and said, “You are welcome to my service in your behalf.”

And then we both made embarrassing figures of ourselves in the quiet café, by our loud guffaws and hiccups.

“Well, with that out of the way, I have a couple of things for you to briefly consider. First of all, when the dust settles from the current assimilation of the properties physically together and not just on paper, and the units all brought up to snuff, I am thinking of expanding the premises by building across the back end of the parking lot and double-wide up the middle of the parking lot. There should still be more than adequate parking with a double building up the middle and the grounds reconfigured.

For you, this means the opportunity to upgrade your dwelling here, with a condo unit to your specifications as the middle building is produced. And the Sully brothers have gained considerable experience in Man Caves, by among other things building mine. Mine is proportionally more expensive than your multi-unit would be, since they had to remodel the existing unit/units to accommodate it. Yours will be new built and therefore no more expensive than two or more units, as many as you decide that you require. That is if you can afford it.”

“I will have to see the estimates, but that is a very possible opportunity, and thank you for suggesting it.”

“You’re welcome, but I have a hidden agenda in this, I will do a lot to keep positive leasers and owners in this community. It fits my long term goals for it. And since you seem to be a kindred spirit, I have another suggestion for you. You know about Opal and Felicity. Felicity being an employee of the bank that sponsored me getting into this project. Felicity was single and not interested in marrying and so was very open to joining me in my newly expanded condo unit. And she especially likes Opal, the feeling being mutual between them.

I have been told that there is another young professional woman in Felicity’s knowing that has a similar mindset to hers. She is actively looking for a situation, just like Felicity’s. And in her doing research, she has found that for a woman wanting a measure of independence in her love life and a man that will simply adore her and support her, that the older man/younger professional woman works out great.

If you like, I can have Felicity bring Melody over to meet you. She is an ethnic Chinese and as cute a little woman as you could imagine. It is also pertinent that in Asian culture, a woman is not looked down by having an aged husband or lover. As long as he is not abusive. And in my observations of you and from what Marci has said, that doesn’t seem likely.”

“By all means, have Felicity bring her around and we can see what happens.”

When we got up to leave, I noticed a shortness of breath on his part and a seeming frailty about his body. I suggested that he get that looked into and he said that he would as soon as a couple of things were taken care of.

A couple of days later, after informing Marci about the coming introduction, we prepared to meet Melody at my condo home. Marci already knew how well that her sister was getting along with Felicity in sharing Marty and each other and so was thinking positively on this working out, too.

The day before us there was a terrible outcry in the condo community over Marty falling in his apartment and almost dying on the spot. And then there was the attempt by vicious outsiders to try to horn in on Marty’s little kingdom.

Thankfully that attempt was aborted by the combined efforts of Marty’s many business friends and things returned to normal, just with a very able assistant to Marty taken on to carry some of the load in getting this total community off of the ground.

Two days later, after we were all assured that Marty was likely to be just fine in time, the meeting with Felicity and Melody took place. After the introductions and settling down of anticipatory nervousness, Felicity excused herself to cross the compound to her own home to await the outcome between Melody, Marcia and me.

“What would you like to know about me, Mr. Harpman?”

“I think that I can see and deduce all that I need to know, young woman. You are about twenty four years of age, Asian in heritage, healthy and from a solid middle class family. You care about others above yourself and are comfortable with your body and station in life. How did I do?”

“Very well indeed. Right on the spot on most and very close in others. No need to distinguish between which ones are which, since learning about a close friend point by point is a lot of the fun, isn’t it?”

“Yes it is, and very perceptive of you to offer it in observation. Would you like to move over and cuddle up with Marci while we continue this discussion?”

“Surely,” and she did so, with Marci welcoming her up to next to her with relish. They soon began to sample each other’s wares with their hands as they listened to me drone on with inconsequentials to ease the possible nervousness between them If there was any, it was dissipated in short order.

I soon after joined them on the couch and things just exploded from there Melody was the first naked, and Marci soon caught up with her amidst wandering hands of all of us three. They then left off each other for a few moments while they moved to have me catch up with them. After that we were all just a blur and pretzel formation of bodies on the couch, each adding to the noise level of many moans, shrieks and much laughter as we went about waking up each other’s sexual toys and sampling them.

Melody turned out to be a true sex freak on the couch. No discernable restrictions on anything that Marci and I initiated between us and her. And she initiated a couple of things on her part that I wouldn’t have started with a first time lover. When we settled on three-way penetrative sex, we just simply went out of our minds in lust. I then knew that she was in, as far as coming to be with us, but that it would have to await to be permanent until the new condo unit was built for me with the melding of two full-sized units.

After a couple of hours, Felicity came over to break things up so that they both could get back to work in a reasonable time from an extended lunch break. When she came into the front door, that I had neglected to lock up, Felicity proceeded into the bedroom where we three were entangled and proceeded to take my dick into her mouth, suck me up tight and licked and sucked my member until I was emptied and spent, laying on the bed with a blank look in my eyes.

As she left, Melody put her business card on the end table by the door with the message on back, ‘hope to hear from you.’ As soon as my mind was back to some kind of normal, I texted her the message, ‘SOON!’

After a few months the new additions to the complex were finished. After the ‘gafarble’ of the ‘financial sharks’ on the local news, the coverage of this event was considerable. With this done, the whole compound became one of the preeminent housing units in the city. And the quality of its atmosphere was notable to all.

Marty’s previous assimilation of the four units and my combining of two made it into a national architectural magazine on the state of new ‘Man’s Caves.’ One person who noted this completion with added interest was Melody, who was very excited to join Marci and me in the new unit. The two of them each got their own generous bedroom, but had to share a bathroom, because of the total area constraints. Since, Melody was getting ready for work, she got the bathroom priority in the mornings, but since Marci often slept with me all night, she just used mine for the most part. I got to see her youthful body even more, so I had no problem with that at all.

The original complex, before Marty’s purchase had a total of four buildings and forty-eight individual condos. With the latest completion, it had a total of twelve buildings and one hundred and forty-four individual condos, a number of which were made into combination units or designated for other purposes. When the units went up for pre-sale, the option of combining two or more was offered even before the buildings went up and were incorporated into the building designs. Marty sold off some to a total of sixty-six of the units to owners, which greatly reduced the total debt on the community, but still left a sizable income for him for the rented ones.

Before the new buildings, because of the security concerns and sifting through the current residents and the culling of new ones, the compound was gaining a distinct feeling of community spirit. But, with the completion of the new buildings, the feeling turned into a reality. There were about three hundred people living within the compound giving it a village spirit. And with some additions in the new buildings, this was accelerated.

On the first floor of one of the new central buildings facing south, four of the condos in the eastern building were coopted for services to the compound’s residents. The first one from the street became a small snack shop, with the option of handling the delivery of resident purchased case goods from any of the local grocery markets at considerably reduced rates. Who wouldn’t want to purchase a 24 can case of Libby’s can peas at about 80 % of the individual can price. The little shop added no charge for this service, nor for acting as an intermediary for delivered hot foods, either. Internet purchased and delivered goods were handled there also to prevent looting at resident’s door steps. All of the free services of the compound were charged against the taxes, giving the CPAs a field day in the tax preparations.

Next door to the snack shop going west, was the mini-bank room. It was open in the front twenty-four hours with a security camera observant ATM. Also behind that was a very small closed in bank office, that was in rotation manned by local banks and credit unions for the servicing of their customers from about two to six, Monday thru Saturday. Felicity and Melody alternated in doing this for their bank, as it was their bank employer, and one of my banks too.

In the next room west of that were the offices of the Condo Community Resident’s Council, which I was a member of. It served as an advisory body to Marty’s ownership. And he took our suggestions very seriously.

The last condo on the west side of the east southern facing central building was a repair services and outside maintenance office manned six days a week. It served to take care of small nuisances, like leaky faucets and such. Leaving major repairs to a contract outside repair firm associated with the realty company that collected the rents for Marty.

Along with several alterations in the plot plan of the compound, it became a very efficient mode of living. In fact, except for scheduled shopping trips, movies and dining out; in the supplied mini-van, a lot of the residents rarely left the grounds. Even later, a small Hispanic type snack shop opened in the far west corner of the north buildings near the older teen girl’s swimming pool to reduce even further the need to ever leave the premises.

After a couple of years being happy in holding down the fort for me and being one of my resident sex toys, Marci decided that she would like to have a child to help fill in her days, as Mel had a job to do that. I had no real problem with that. We had sufficient room for another one. And the process of making one was something that I truly relished. When he was born, he simply came to rule our hearts. He was not spoiled at all, not that he couldn’t have been with all of the attentions that he got from us.

But, after a year, Mel suggested that it might be good to bring another child so that he wouldn’t have to play and develop without a peer child. Marci didn’t want to go through childbirth again, and Mel was very uninterested in that, too. So, Mel went to the local foster care and adoption agencies to see what could be worked out. The social workers who had oversight over these arrangements were at first very dubious about us as a family unit.

However, when they came to observe our family in action, they determined, that even though it was definitely not per the usual in our society, it seemed to be working just fine for us. And that little William the resident child was being very well cared for. So, they decided to try us out with a young foster child about William’s age that we designated as Alicia. With this, Marci moved from the room that Alicia now shared with William, installed a baby monitor and then moved permanently in with me into my bedroom. When Mel wanted to play alone with me, Marci, just moved to Mel’s room for the night.

Things worked out all around and the two babies grew, with Alicia becoming ours for good. They also got to play with Opal and Felicity’s kids, when Marci made the frequent trips across the compound to visit with her sister. Also, Tracy’s boy was included, too. Eventually, one of the floor level units was coopted for a resident child care facility, for those that worked or just wanted some quality time with their partners. Opal and Marci became involved with that arrangement. It was free for the residents and the workers got a miserly stipend for having the fun times of their lives with the typically very happy children of the compound.

A very stable life progressed and eventually I was close to death. I had already made profound arrangements for Marci, Melody and the kids. They were acknowledged as officially mine and so were heirs. Marci and Melody were also, because of their total commitment to me and the kids. None of them would have to ever worry about their futures, and they got the condo, too.

People and Institutions in my Stories:

Marcus Sandrine—My surreal cabbie. One foot firmly planted in stark reality and the other floundering away in his fantasies.

James (Jimmy) Benson—‘Everyboy’ caught up into high school histrionics and then into a monumental wave of the future. Gets a High School and Planet named after him.

Harr—A responsible newspaperman, who first gets the opportunity of a lifetime and then has the weight of the world dropped on his shoulders.

Cora—A pretty Native-American girl, who escorts to make her way in her difficult world.

Marvin, Harris, Peter, LaTrille, et al—My oldster gentlemen Lotharios, with hearts.

Blossom—Big City tiny girl who becomes a legal community big weight.

Jazzmine—Tragic young girl who becomes a haunting influence on everyone that knew and loved her. Edna’s daughter Brenda.

Edna Margolus—Big City’s lovely and filthy rich MILF who deeply loves Marcus and plays the field.

Madame Mathilda—Rich reigning matron of the city.

Bash Brothers—Local strong-arm contractors that everyone smart, just leaves alone.

Mount Beaver Detective Agency—Formerly ‘The Dickster’, Big City’s preeminent security specialists.

Biff and Marg—Co owners of the local Yellow Cab franchise.

Marty Jenson—First a leaser, unit owner, and then complex owner of a central condo complex of the city.

Nestor—Big City’s renown financial planner.

Sully Brothers—-Out of town builders extraordinaire

Elaine Darby-Bank manager extraordinaire

‘The Sharks’—A loose knit community of financial terrorists, who show great interest and ability in interfering in other’s financial statuses to benefit them-selves. Edna and Marty are two of the persons who ran afoul of them.

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