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 The Landlord

   by Baphomet <mail.baphomet@gmail.com>

   Chapter 6

   Family

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

   She gasped.

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

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

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

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

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

   She laughed her head off.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

   She nodded in silence.

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

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

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

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

   Suddenly, my cock grew a little harder.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

   "Oh, Daddy!" she called out.

   Finally, I pulled out and stood back.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

   She jumped out of bed and began rummaging for underwear.

   "Call in sick, sweetheart," I offered.

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

   She paused as she pulled on her waitress outfit.

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

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