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

Charlie ran her hand through her thick, crazy head of hair, scratched her scalp, like she was buying time. But they all knew she would do this.

“Come on,” Reza reminded her, flexing his thigh and making her shake.

She put her hand under his shirt, rotated it, ran it under the waistband of his jeans. She inched it deeper and her hand bulged out the front of his denim as it searched down the left side of his pants. It found his cock and the lump of her hand began to flex and jerk as she played with it.

“Take it out,” Reza said.

She pulled her hand from the fly, formed in a loose fist around Reza’s cock. She lay it down on his pant leg and smoothed her hand along the side. It wasn’t hard yet, but it was filling with blood. It struck from the fly, lay heavily on the denim, huge and brown and hairy and uncircumcised. Her fingers played over it, tracing the rising veins and tickling the end, poking a fingertip under his foreskin and stretching it out.

“Kiss me,” he said, jutting his bearded jaw towards her. Charlie picked his cock up, squishing it in her grip, and bent to kiss him. Their lips came together and softly smacked. The bold, roaring lion tattoo that scrawled over the left side of Reza’s neck charged out from behind the collar of his leather jacket. Charlie sat upright again, watched Reza grow large in her hand. She tugged and stroked and his cock swung around lazily, slowly stiffened, the plump, flared glans rolled back from its foreskin and swelling brightly.

Demetrius couldn’t see what was happening but knew, and watched Charlie’s slender back while she jerked off his friend. He seemed interested, then leaned forward and regarded Jonny, still sitting up in the pullout bed with the sheets drawn over his legs and around his waist.

“Hey man, so who you ever work for?”

Jonny said, “Game companies?”

“Yeah, you ever work on something I mighta played?”

“Probably not.”

“What you ever work on?”

Reza said, “Nothing. Jonny’s a dreamer.” His eyes were lowered, admiring Charlie’s pale perfect hand struggle around his dark, gnarly manhood.

“He designs his own games,” Charlie interjected, also watching the ugly thing in her hand.

“Well, shit man, fuck, I’m a tell people I’m an astronaut, just no one sent me into space yet, you know what I’m saying?” Demetrius said in his booming, deep voice, broken with exuberant laughter. Reza threw his head back and laughed heartily, so hard Jonny could see the backside of his white teeth. Charlie laughed too, her body shaking with a closed-mouth chuckle, her lips smirking high on one side, her eyes lowered to her hand as it continued to work hardness into Reza’s huge cock.

“Okay, Okay,” Reza said, his laugh trailing off. “Come on, Charlie, get over on that bed.” His hand cupped her buttock where it squashed over his thigh, and he helped her to stand. She took a step away and stopped, her hands clasped together, fingers woven through each other, clutching between her thighs.

Reza stood and pulled his arms out of his jacket. “On the bed, Charlie. I want you to take your things off.”

She said, “With him here?” tilting her head in Demetrius’s direction.

“Who… Demetrius…? Yeah. I want you to show him what you’ve got.”

She turned and looked at Jonny over the curve of her shoulder. A worry tinged her brow, but it wasn’t entirely that she didn’t want to undress in front of them, but that Jonny would make things difficult and cause problems. But he didn’t want to do that. He’d put up a fuss over the last few months, but without Reza, they would be on the street or, even worse, crawling back to Kansas to her folks. His parents were out of the question because he had cut them out of his life six years ago when he finished high school.

He looked at Charlie blankly and their eyes held the gaze a long time, her waiting for some sign from him. When none came, she slowly returned to face Demetrius and Reza. “Okay,” she said. Her hands crossed over to either side and grabbed the hem of her tank top and slowly scrolled it up her long thin body, her breasts rising, then bouncing once when the shirt came up and she revealed them to the two men. She tossed the shirt behind her onto the bed and Jonny retrieved it, brought it to his lap.

“Beautiful, isn’t she?” Reza said to Demetrius without looking. Both men’s eyes were locked on her bare breasts and in response, her light brown nipples condensed in front of them and rose out from her body.

Charlie’s mouth twisted around as she was very aware and embarrassed by her body’s reaction. She put her hands on her hips and swept around behind, dropping onto the curve of her tight rump. The fingers slipped under the panties, along her ass cheeks, her wrists bending and pushing the panties down. Her bare ass was revealed an inch at a time to Jonny. Then the panties slipped down her hips, and she wagged back and forth as she got them to her knees, and let them drop to the floor. She stepped out of them.

The two men eyed her up and down lustily, and she put hands between her legs again to cover herself.

Reza said, “Move those hands, Charlie.”

She did, then didn’t know where to put them, so she clasped them behind her back, thrusting her breasts out.

Reza took off his leather jacket, said, “That’s my Charlie. Way too much woman for Jonny, ain’t she?”

“What she doing with him?” Demetrius laughed.

“She believes in him,” Reza said, pulling his own shirt up over his head and revealing his bare body.

Charlie said, “I do. I believe in him.” She turned and regarded Jonny, smiled weakly, and he smiled back.

When she turned to face Reza again, he had one leg out of his pants, knee bent, cock swinging and bouncing, half-hard. Charlie’s eyes lowered to watch it dance as Reza got completely naked.

Reza owned a Mixed Martial Arts training gym, and he hung out there all the time. He even fought, though he still had only amateur status. It gave him a thickly muscled body. Black hair matted his chest, then worked in an angled pattern down the center of his torso, furring his well-defined abs, then becoming a black tangle from which his massive cock sprung, two big balls dangled underneath it. On the side of his body, hard to see from the angle where Jonny sat on the bed, but known to him from seeing him naked before, was a large tattoo of Cyrus the Great, in full medieval gear, starting at his hip and extending over the left side of his chest.

Reza stepped toward Charlie and she looked up to his black-rimmed eyes and he kissed her chin, her neck, and she tilted her head for him so he could do it.

“On the bed, Charlie,” he reminded her.

When she turned, Jonny’s eyes met hers, and she quickly looked away. She crawled onto the bed, eyes darting up to meet his and then away again, turned and sat with her feet on the floor. Reza came to her knees and nudged them to spread, walked inside her open thighs, his cock swinging in her face. Charlie took it up in a hand and stroked it.

“Put it in your mouth, Charlie.”

Eyes lowered to it, head craning back to focus because it was so close, her fingertips squashed his glans and eased his foreskin back, then put it in her mouth. Reza eased himself deeper, his hand gathering up her long wild hair and running his fingers through it.

Her mouth made wet suction noises as he fucked it. Her head bobbed and lolled, and Reza tilted his head so he could watch. He turned behind him then, nodded and pursed his lips to Demetrius and pointed to the bed with his chin. Demetrius lifted himself out of the chair and walked to the bed, unzipping his fly as he went.

“Hey, wait,” Jonny said. “Wait…”

Reza took Charlie’s face in his hands and he pulled his cock from her mouth and it fell, heavily swinging between his legs. He said, “Hey, Charlie?… I told Demetrius you would suck his cock. You’re not going to make me a liar, are you, embarrass me?”

***

Charlie turned to Jonny, the back of her hand swiping below her lower lip where it glistened with spittle. The lip pouted and bunched, dragged across her finger as she wiped herself dry. Their eyes held again and she lowered them quickly, cocked her head, pointing an ear toward him as if listening for an objection, but one never came.

Demetrius sat himself on the bed, his expression happy and eager, and he scooted higher so his ass was on her pillow. He rested his back on the headboard, sitting right next to Jonny, close enough to touch. A hand went into his fly and he pulled his cock out and let it go. It hung out of the opening, jet black and almost perfectly unmarred and smooth but for one vein that ran down the center of the topside. It was long and flaccid, hanging out, draping over the V of his open zipper, and the mahogany-colored glans touched the bedding.

One last quick and shy glance from Charlie, then she turned and crawled up the bed, her little breasts hanging down, nipples stretched out.

“That’s it,” Reza said, standing next to the bed, stroking himself. “That’s my Charlie. Show him how good you are.”

Charlie lifted Demetrius’s cock off the bed, let it drape along her palm, the tip touching her forearm just past her wrist. He was already growing hard. Charlie admired it, gripped it, and loosely stroked it before lowering her mouth. The glans sucked past her lips, the darkness of his cock striking against her white skin. Her cheeks went hollow as she sucked his soft length further into her mouth. Tongue playing around the glans held inside, her other hand went up and down the shaft, from his open fly to her lips. Demetrius grew hard while she worked. His cock stiffened and swelled in her hand, grew longer and thicker. When it was rigid enough to stand upright on its own, she held it and worked her tongue out of her mouth, ran the pointed tip all over the glans, slipping along the coronal ridge, flicking higher to the very point, tracing the two humps that rose around his urethra.

“She’s good?” Reza asked Demetrius, looking at him over her back.

Demetrius chuckled and moaned, said, “You ain’t lying, mm… girl can suck.”

“I taught her,” Reza said. “Charlie didn’t know what to do when we started.”

Charlie’s hair tumbled from her shoulder and covered her face. Jonny watched her head bob up and down, her two hands hidden up under the mane of hair.

Reza sat himself behind her, ran a hand over the curve of her ass. Charlie was on her knees, her ass in the air, her elbows planted in the bed between Demetrius’s open legs.

Reza put both hands on her, one on each cheek, smoothing and coddling, spreading her wider, exposing and stretching out her anus and labia, eyes lowered, intent on the space between her legs.

Reza winked at Jonny, got his attention, made sure he was watching, then ran his tongue up between Charlie’s legs, over her vagina and up across her anus to the flat of her crack where it emerged at the small of her back. She made a muffled squealing sound around Demetrius’s cock and her feet arched and her toes curled.

“My Charlie’s one sexy little bitch,” Reza said to Jonny, then put his tongue back, circling her anus, going around in circles, getting closer and closer to the wrinkled pinpoint aperture. Charlie’s legs trembled, and she breathed heavily and wetly around the cock in her mouth. When his tongue penetrated her, slipping its way past her tight seal and inside her body, she snorted and lifted off Demetrius, but her hands stroked her spit furiously up and down his wet, shining cock. Reza’s middle finger went up and down her ruffled lips, and it wasn’t long before she’d produced her slickness and his finger made wet noises through her flesh, then slipped right inside her.

“Oh, mmm,” she gasped and moaned, put her mouth over Demetrius again, her head bobbing up and down.

Reza laughed, got on the bed himself now, on his knees, walked between her feet and lined his hips up to meet her rump. He lifted his heavy cock, dropped it over her rump, made a slight slap and sent a tremor through her soft flesh. Ran it up and down her parted cheeks, drew it back, let it fall so the bare and unprotected tip rested in her glistening folds. He eased himself into her and she made pained but encouraging sounds around Demetrius again. Those toes of hers curled even tighter. His size made a wet belching sound blurt from her tightness, and it made Reza groan. “You’re so tight, Charlie,” he said under his breath with excited admiration.

Reza got his huge cock halfway inside her before he turned to Jonny and said, “I’m going to come inside her. This a good time of the month?”

Jonny nodded. He wasn’t a hundred percent sure of her cycle, but they had been planning on having a baby and knew she wasn’t ovulating right now.

“Is it close?” Reza said, easing in and out of her a fraction of an inch, teasing her.

Jonny shook his head.

“Tell me it’s close. I like it when it’s risky.”

Jonny’s stomach flipped. He wouldn’t tell him that.

Reza shrugged, eased deeper, said, “Your wife is one bad girl, isn’t she? Charlie, move your hair so Jonny can see you suck that cock. He’s just looking at your hair right now, girl.”

Her head continued to bob while Demetrius leaned back on the headboard. He had two hands on her head, guiding her up and down. Charlie reached up and ran her hair back, swept it over her shoulder, and now Jonny’s view was unobstructed again. His big, black cock stretched her precious mouth wide. She slipped up and down his long shaft, getting deep but still leaving half his cock dry and untouched except for where she’d gripped it. Her eyes were closed and peaceful, her lips stretched to a thin wet ring around him, her chin forced down to her neck, running thin folds in her delicate skin.

Demetrius began to hump, his ass flexing and driving his cock straight up to his wife’s descending mouth.

“Shit, she going to make me come. Bitch going to make me come.”

“Come in her mouth,” Reza said, slowly reaming her, turning her pussy inside out with his girth. Charlie snorted through her nose and her skin began to glisten with sweat. “She likes it when you come in her mouth.”

***

Charlie gripped Demetrius’s big cock with both hands while he fucked her mouth hard, getting ready to come. She squeezed a little, and stroked, but she was trying to keep him from getting so deep his come went down her throat. His thrusts pumped faster and faster, and his legs started to shake. He speared Charlie with his cock and she made high grunts and groans, her face turning red and her eyes squeezing tight. Then he roared out loud like an animal and thrusted deep, his hands clutching the sides of her head. He thrust and held, released, thrust again, roaring each time.

Charlie trembled, her face turning redder, her breath snorted and scored through her nose. A bubble swelled and popped from a nostril, and semen slipped past the tight seal of her lips and down her chin.

“Aw fuck, aw fuck, aw fuck,” Demetrius chanted, and stroked her head as his orgasm abated. Charlie let her lips slip up and off his glans and she turned her head closer to Jonny and spewed mouthfuls of semen on to the bedding. She belched wetly, then began coughing and gagging, spitting more wet onto their bed as she retched.

“That’s a good girl,” Demetrius crooned, his eyes narrow and lazy as he pet and stroked her hair. She laid his cock up onto his belly and settled her cheek on him. Semen spilled from her lips and from the end of Demetrius’s cock still. Under his lifted shirt, the slow thrusting from behind slipped her face up and down Demetrius’s bare black belly made wet with his sexual product. As Reza picked up the pace, Charlie’s mouth slowly dropped and hung open.

Reza fucked her, making snarling faces of enjoyment, and Demetrius rubbed her shoulders. Charlie grunted and pecked, bit her lip, and kept her eyes closed the whole time. Jonny watched plaintively, his eyes cast down to his beautiful wife in an agonal gaze.

Demetrius studied him. Studied this man who let two men fuck his woman; one in her mouth, one from behind. After a while he said, “How come you got money trouble?”

Reza peeled Charlie’s ass wider, watching her pussy wrap his thick cock, let a long string of spit extend from his mouth, stretch thin then drop around where he was connected to Jonny’s wife. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, said, “Kid got sued.” Then he inched himself deeper into Charlie and she made pained sounds.

Jonny inhaled and watched the bedspread.

Demetrius said to Jonny, “Shit, man. Sued? What you do?”

Reza said, “Lost his investor’s money.”

Demetrius stroked Charlie’s hair and ran a lock away from her face. Her features scrunched as she was forced to accommodate their landlord’s huge size. He said, “Man, I’m on your side. Nothing in life is guaranteed. They take a risk they invest with some start-up. What you do? A game?”

Jonny nodded.

Reza said, “Wasn’t just he lost their money. Jonny was a liar, right, Jonny?” He ran his hand, stretched wide open, up the center of Charlie’s bare back, rippling her flesh as he went.

Jonny murmured, “Whatever.”

“Yeah, Jonny committed fraud. They gave him a choice. Criminal court or settle in civil court.”

Demetrius laughed silently, said, “Yo man, you don’t fuck with no white dude’s money. You crazy? Shit man, so how much you owe?”

“Eighty-three thousand, five-hundred dollars.”

“Was ninety,” Reza added, and Jonny nodded. “And the investors were Chinese.”

“Ay, dude fucked my uncle for five-grand and he put a tire iron in the back of his skull. So you get off easy.”

“He gets off easy, but one day Charlie tells me they can’t make rent. I tell them they can leave, I don’t care. They both cry. Oh, we can’t go back to her parents. We try payment plans, try all sorts of things, but by then it was too late. They were in the hole and Jonny here never let his girl know how bad it was.”

“Man, secrets will ruin a relationship, player,” Demetrius said.

Nodding his chin over the headboard to the pass-through that went to the kitchen, Reza said, “We sit down over a coffee right up there in his kitchen, and guess what?”

“What?”

“Charlie sucked my cock while Jonny watched.”

“Shee-it,” Demetrius exhaled.

“Yeah, the three of us come to an agreement and you know…? I’m happy for Charlie. Cause she’s so sweet, so pretty, I hate to think of her not getting taken care of. She deserves a man who can provide for her. Look at her face, her body — girl like that shouldn’t have these kind of problems. She was my girl she’d just go shopping every day, get her nails and hair done… instead of filing dirty old books down at the library. Girl like Charlie deserves a man. A man how a man should be. So in the end, this is good for her, you know? She gets something out of it. Like, Jonny, maybe you can’t tell from sitting there and watching, but your girl is dripping wet. And you know what else…? I feel her gripping me, feel her pussy getting off on this dick. Yeah, there,” he said, eyes rolling up to the ceiling and smiling. “Shit, right there, Jonny, her little pussy is squirming on my cock. She fucking loves it, man.”

Reza withdrew his cock again, let the head be held by her tight ring, dropped a line of spit and then massaged it in with his fingertips. Cocking his head to the side so he could watch Charlie’s expression, he penetrated her further. Going deeper and deeper, smiling, watching as Charlie’s brow grew troubled, her sweet eyes closed tighter, her pouting and pretty mouth turned down and trembled. She breathed heavily through her nose and made soft whimpering sounds in her throat. Reza slipped deeper still, his body getting closer to her, then he put his chest over her back, his hands down on either side of her, on the insides of Demetrius’s knees. He whispered loud enough for Jonny to hear, “Charlie likes it, don’t she?”

Charlie swallowed her lips, her neck gulping, and she nodded slightly.

“Yeah, she likes this big dick. Didn’t know a dick could feel so good, isn’t that right?”

She nodded again.

“Now, tell me, Charlie. Tell me you like this big dick.”

“I like… ah, like… mmm… this big dick.”

“Now, tell me you love it,” he said, the muscles of his hips and thighs bulging and flexing as he started to stir that big thing he’d put up inside her.

“Ah,” she gasped, “Mm, I l-love it.”

“Yeah,” Reza growled, hips pumping in and out now, a sticky wet sound popping between them. “Tell Daddy you need his big cock.”

She hid her face from Jonny, turned the other direction, her cheek slipping in Demetrius’s semen splattered all over his belly. “I need it, Daddy. I need your big cock,” she cried to the other side of the room.