01.03 // REZA: Dominated by their Landlord (Patreon)

Charlie bit her upper arm as Reza fucked her from behind.

“She do, she do, man. Look at her take that,” Demetrius said, head cocked back to watch Charlie’s face as she was fucked. He ran her hair back, the motion of Reza’s pounding kept shaking her hair off her shoulder and covering her face. Demetrius’s long black thumb caressed her cheek as she was rocked by their landlord’s thrusting. Her eyes were closed, her brow low and troubled. She alternated baring her teeth, with sucking her lips into her mouth. Soft grunting and whimpering emanated from somewhere inside her neck. The freckled skin of her back took on a wet sheen. The couch/bed squeaked and groaned as Reza’s reaming came quicker and more urgent. He glistened as well, his muscles bulged and flexed, beads of sweat balled up in the long black hair on his chest and stomach, and dropped off his nose, splashing on the small of Charlie’s back.

Reza growled, “This skinny white girl loves her big, Persian Daddy cock, don’t she?”

“Yeah, ah... oh...”

“Jonny doesn’t fuck you like this, does he?”

“No, ah... ah...” Charlie’s cheek made squishing bubble sounds in Demetrius’s semen as Reza fucked her harder and harder.

“My Charlie ... was a virgin before Jonny... She only ever been fucked by her husband... mm... Her little pussy is the tightest one around...”

“Ah,” Charlie squeaked and gasped, her face twisting in discomfort.

“She told me Jonny has a little one. First time I fucked her she had to take the next day off work. That right, Charlie?”

“Oh, ah... yes-ss...”

“She works at the library... couldn’t reach the books on the top shelf, I stretched her out so wide.”

“Mm-hmm...”

“She takes it good now. She likes it...”

Charlie’s hands turned to claws as she railed. Her nails ran lines into Demetrius’s hard muscled belly and he laughed and jumped and grabbed her wrists so she couldn’t claw him. “Easy, easy, girl, it’s okay...”

“Ah, oh,” she wailed and cried, her eyes squinted tight, her teeth bared and gnashing, her head whipping left and right.

Demetrius’s big hands closed around her slender wrists and he soothed her, saying, “You get it, girl, go on and get it, you nut for us, show us...”

“Ah, mm, no,” she cried, her mouth scrunching up like she was a little kid being offered a spoonful of broccoli.

“That’s it, girl,” Demetrius whispered.

Jonny’s mouth had gone dry. This was the part that he hated. Happened every time too. His heart pounded in his chest, beating right up against his ribs.

She moaned long and low and mournful, her brows up in the middle, her mouth turned down in the corners, then it hit her and she gasped and shouted a long vowel sound.

“Fuckin yes, you fuck,” Reza grunted behind her, pounding now like he wanted to hurt her. She was taking everything he could give her. Every inch slipped in and out of Jonny’s wife, her salmon pink insides rolling up and down their landlord’s massive cock as he gored her.

“Aw, no, ah,” she shouted, her chin pointing up and digging into Demetrius’s stomach. “Ah, ah, ah,” she chanted with each thrust.

Reza suddenly grabbed a handful of her apricot mane and snapped her head back, baring her long, lean throat with its bulging cables and veins. She screamed a joyous affirmation, and Demetrius ran his black hands over her pale shoulders.

Reza pounded triple time now, the wet sounds of their bodies slapping together sounding like applause.

“Ah, fuck... mm, take it,” Reza growled, and he stabbed and stabbed. Shoving himself deep inside and holding it, releasing then driving deep again. With each thrust into her, his large, hanging balls rose high, one more than the other. Reza was coming inside Charlie.

He roared and bucked, Charlie gasped and cried, made shouts of ecstasy—swallowing them right after with regret. Semen slipped in a long line from where they were joined and it spun in a long, circling tendril until it touched the inside of Charlie’s thigh and stuck there.

The growling and groaning continued, and Reza’s hands went all over Charlie’s ass and up and down her haunches. He slapped her thigh, made a bright white sound and got her flesh to shake. Then he lay his body on top of her, crushed her into Demetrius’s lap and settled his weight on her back as she flattened between them.

“Ha, oh-hoh,” Reza moaned with satisfaction. “Fuck, she is one tight lay, Jonny.” He eased his hips to the side so Jonny could see his cock still buried in her. She lay flat, but her rump was poised up and skewered by their landlord.

Reza eyed Jonny, his hand falling between his legs. He held his own balls and gently kneaded them, watching Jonny’s reaction. Then the hand gripped the length of shining shaft not inside his wife and stroked it from base up into her. Like he was emptying his contents inside her. Then he slipped his cock out, inch by inch, stroking it upward until the rim of his corona parted her pink labia, rippled underneath them and his cock was free, a spewing line of thick white semen following it out.

“Mm, look at that,” Reza said. “Eh, Jonny? One of these days, soon, she’s gonna pop out a little Iraqi lion, raise one of Reza’s proud, well-hung boys.” He ran his fingers on either side of her vulva, pressed it tight, made her labia close. He breathed heavily for a few long moments as he admired the woman part of Charlie, then suddenly, lightly, slapped her ass and watched her tight buns jiggle.

“All right,” he said, “I got things to do today. Mainly sleep... but I want to get started, not fuck around with you two all day. Jonny, grab my jeans, okay?” he said, and he lay next to Charlie’s legs, stretching himself out.

The pants had been pulled off by the red Ikea chair. He reluctantly got out of bed, covering himself. He wore just a T-shirt and a pair of white briefs. He hunched and made his way across the room to where Reza’s pants lay on the floor. They caught him. Demetrius noticed it first and his deep voice said, “Damn, that dude likes the way you fuck his girl.”

Reza laughed loud, tossing his head back, seeing the bulge in the front of Jonny’s underwear. Jonny blushed. Not with embarrassment, but with anger. He snatched the pants from the floor and balled them between his legs, walked back to the bed. Reza whisked them away, and Jonny covered his erection with two cupped hands.

Reza said, “Jonny, don’t worry, man. Charlie already told me you had a small dick. We already know.”

Demetrius laughed, said, “Hey, man, whose idea was it first?”

“What idea?” Jonny said through pursed lips.

“Who thought of fucking your landlord first?”

Jonny eyed Demetrius, said, “Fuck off.”

Demetrius laughed, threw his hands up in mock surrender, said, “Hey player, just a question. I saw that little dick through your shorts. I was your girl I might take any chance I could to get some real dick is all.”

Reza laughed and lay the back of his head on Charlie’s ass.

Charlie stirred, her head coming off Demetrius’s lap and her eyes peeked around to watch Jonny as he sat back on the bed.

Reza took his wallet from the pocket of his pants and opened it while he lay next to Charlie. He leafed through a thick stack of bills. He said, “Charlie, you’re a good girl, baby. You are so good. God, it pains me to see you like this. Makes me feel better that I can help you... that we came to this agreement. I’d hate to see you suffer.” He pulled a wad of bills and folded them, held them between two fingers and poised them as if waiting for someone to take them. Then he paused, lowered the money said, “Hey, Jonny? Can you grab her shirt for me?”

“Why?”

“Just do it,” he said.

“Why?” he asked again.

Charlie said, “Jonny... just, please take the shirt...”

Charlie’s V-neck shirt lay balled between him and his wife and he took it, clutched it to him.

Reza said, “Can you wipe my dick off for me?”

He said, “No.”

Reza said, “Jonny. Come on...”

Demetrius laughed, and Jonny shook his head no.

Charlie said, “Jonny, please don’t. Just do it. Get him out of here and we can get back to our day.”

He rolled his eyes, exhaled heavily, like a bull. Reza’s cock lay up on his belly, huge and wet and shining, but beginning to deflate, the foreskin rolling up over the glans already.

Jonny leaned over Charlie’s legs and dropped the towel over their landlord’s grotesque monstrosity. Then, reluctantly, he put his hands on it, felt its size in his grip. He ran the towel up and down the shaft, down between his legs, drying his balls, under them, back up.

He said, “There...?”

Reza looked down at his penis, said, “Thanks, Jonny. That was mostly Charlie on there. Her little pussy loves my cock, man.”

“I know,” he said, let Reza see him roll his eyes and shake his head.

“Jonny? Hey, look, Charlie is a sweet fuck and all, but you know I have no shortage of girls. You want to go back to Kansas and explain to her folks what a fucking failure you are?”

He looked away and shook his head again.

“I didn’t think so. Let’s try and keep this fun and stop ruining it for your wife, understand?”

“Yes,” he said.

“Louder.”

“Yes, I know,” he said louder, using all his neck muscles to ease the natural vitriol out of his voice.

“Okay, baby,” Reza said now, rolling his head on Charlie’s ass and looking up toward her shoulder. He extended the money to her.

She got on one elbow, reached down, and took the wad of cash. It disappeared under her body.

“All right, you two,” he said as he got off the bed. He put his feet through the leg of his pants. “That was great. I’ll see you two next month. Thanks for the hospitality. Thanks for blowing Demetrius... I put a little something extra in there for you cause you’re such a good sport.”

Demetrius shifted out from under her, trying to leave her undisturbed. He got his feet on the floor and did his pants up as Reza continued to dress. Charlie turned from them and her eyes went up to watch Jonny. She hid her face in her mane of hair, chewed her lip, squeezed her arms underneath her to hide her face further.

The two men got themselves together, headed up the step to the kitchen. Demetrius paused, leaned back, said, “Hey, nice meeting you two. Good luck with the game, man.”

Jonny nodded without smiling. Then they left and closed the door behind them.

* * *

“Are you okay?” she asked him from behind her hair.

“Am I okay? Yeah. Are you okay?”

“Yeah,” she mumbled into her arm. Her fingers appeared, tucked a lock of her hair into her mouth, and she chewed it while she stared at him. She said, “Are you mad at me?”

“No. Are you mad at me?”

She shook her head no.

He sighed, took her balled up shirt he’d used to clean Reza’s cock and tossed it toward the laundry hamper but missed. “Shit.”

“You still want pancakes?” she said.

“I guess,” he murmured.

She eased up onto her elbows, turned her back to him, and put her feet on the floor. He saw her wince.

“You sore?” he asked her.

She nodded, then leaned forward and put the wad of bills on the coffee table next to the couch. “Why does he have to do it so hard?”

“I don’t know, Charlie,” he said. He got to his knees and walked behind her and put his arms around her neck and hugged her. Her hands went to his forearms and caressed him. They hugged for a little while, watching the shadows shift on their parquet floor.

“Charlie?”

“What, baby?”

“Why... Why do you orgasm with him?”

“I don’t know, Jonny,” she said sullenly. “I don’t want to. I just cant help it.”

“Does it feel good?”

“Kind of.”

“He hurts you?”

“He’s really big down there.”

He breathed against her back and felt her breathe against him.

She said, “Are you upset that he makes me come?”

“A little.”

Her nails lightly scratched along his arms, from elbow to wrist. “Why does it make you so hard to watch him do those things to me?”

He shrugged, sighed, let her go. “Damned if I know, Charlie.” He took the bed sheet and covered her shoulders, reached around to her front and dried her thighs and between her legs. She parted for him, but made uncomfortable sounds when he got too close to her middle. He dried up her slim body, wiped her cheeks for her. When he was done, he pursed his lips to her, and she did the same. They pressed them together and kissed long and quiet, breathing one another in. When she broke away, she said, “I want to make you some pancakes.”

“I want to eat your pancakes,” he said, smiling.

“Okay, baby,” she said, smiling now too. They were easing themselves out of the horror that the first of the month had become. By this afternoon they would be all right again.

Charlie got out of bed and crossed the room naked, her hand covering her ass so Jonny wouldn’t see it. She stopped at her dresser and got some fresh clothes, then slipped into the bathroom. Behind the closed door he could hear her peeing into the toilet, then brushing her teeth. Then the distinct sounds of her opening a cardboard box, then a plastic wrapper.

When she came out she was in underwear and a T-shirt again, the shirt short enough that he could see her panties puffed out with a panty liner.

He said, “It’s your period?”

She looked shocked, then embarrassed, and her hand moved to cover herself between her legs. She said, “No, it’s not, he just... when he comes inside me... I leak a lot.”

“Oh,” Jonny said, an ugly punch to his stomach coming from her frank words.

She shuffled around the kitchen in her bare feet and he went up and joined her, taking a seat at the kitchen table after he’d put the coffee on. She was quiet and shy and she worked without saying anything, but soon she had made them both a stack of pancakes. They sat at the table together and ate them all with honey, washed down with weak black coffee.

After they ate, Charlie got dressed and then she folded up their bed so that it was a couch again, and she sat on it and counted out the bills on the coffee table, laying them out in stacks organized by their denomination.

“Hey, Jonny. He gave me extra. You want to go see a movie?”

“You want to?”

She shrugged and bit her lip, said, “It’d be nice to go do something. We can sneak some snacks in.”

He dressed, and they walked down the street to the cinema and he let Charlie choose the movie. It was something meant for girls; romantic and cute and completely forgettable. He could hardly pay attention. He had a lot on his mind. Going to the movie was for Charlie, but what he should be doing for Charlie was putting his ass in his chair by his workstation and getting something done that would pay the bills and chip away at the debt.

He held her hand while she watched the movie, sunk in his chair and stewing and running over game ideas. Charlie laughed and giggled and sometimes she would elbow him when she thought something was really funny. But every so often she would adjust her panties, wiggle in her seat and seem uncomfortable. It stabbed him. Images would flash of her tight pink seal being stretched by Reza’s thick cock. The wet sounds her sex made as he fucked her deep repeated in his ears. Then came the reluctant sounds of Charlie’s orgasm as she came around his cock, the ahs, the ohs, the mms, the ecstatic squeal that shot out of her when she finally got her release. It burned an acidic hole in his stomach, and yet his cock stiffened in his pants, too. Reza made her come. Hard as she tried to fight it, their large, masculine, well-endowed asshole of a landlord made his wife come when he fucked her.

After the movie, they left the theater hand-in-hand, but in the lobby she said, “Hold on, I want to take that pad off.”

He stood outside the ladies’ room, watched all the happy couples who laughed, and joked, and kissed, and hadn’t run into money problems, and he hated them all. Right now his wife was in the bathroom, discarding a semen-soaked panty liner because her piece-of-shit husband had put them in serious financial trouble.

She smiled sheepishly when she emerged from the ladies’ and she took his hand and sighed, “That’s better.”

When they went out to the daylight she said, “Hey, we have enough we could maybe go to the museum. Does that sound like fun?”

He said, “I should probably get back and do some work.”

She nodded, turned to him, said, “I think you should. We’ve only got thirty days before he comes back for more.”