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Collecting the Rent
by Realoldbill (no address provided)

***

A young man is sent by his father to collect overdue 
rent and finds pleasure in the task. (Fm, v, medieval)

***

My father sent me out to collect the overdue rent from 
one of his most senior tenants with the warning that I 
might have trouble. He was right. The huge dullards at 
the gate refused to let me in so I snatched my dirk 
from my boot and dispatched both of them on the spot, 
one in the chest, three quick thrusts, and the other 
with a slash across his throat. Then I backed off to 
the tree line and strung my bow, my right arm dripping 
with their blood. 

Two more in the same mustard-yellow tunics came out 
and examined the bodies. I stood, smiled, then loosed 
my first arrow and nocked the second before it hit. 
Quickly four dead bodies were piled at the foul lord's 
gate. I promised myself to thank my father for the 
warning as I pulled free my arrows and wiped my arm on 
a dead man's clothes.

I went right to the wide portal and into the sprawling 
manse. In the great room I found the man himself along 
with two young women at a late afternoon meal. My 
father had told me that he had married another wife, 
his third. He did not say she was rather plump and 
very pretty or that he had a nubile daughter from his 
first bride. I felt myself becoming aroused by the 
beauty of the pair in their casually draped clothing. 
The short fight had also been exciting in its way. My 
cock was hard.

I approached the table, bowed and smiled at the women, 
introduced myself and told him that I had come for the 
rent, the rent for three years, long overdue. My 
father's patience, I said, was at its end.

He laughed and called for his guards.

I stood my ground and suppressed a smile, feeling my 
cods throb. "How many do you have?" I asked blandly. 
He did not respond. "Is it four? You'll find their 
bodies at your gate."

"What!" he screamed, jumping to his feet and drawing 
his huge, gaudy and unwieldy sword. The women gasped 
and tried to get out of the way. The younger one was 
as fair as any girl I'd ever seen and the new wife was 
also a ripe beauty. My cock surged as my unsheathed my 
trusty blade, jumped up on the table, parried his wild 
swings and then plunged my sword almost straight down 
through him, from chest to buttocks. It protruded from 
the small of his back.

I kicked him off, jumped down in front of him and 
skewered him again, upward in his chest, shoving my 
sword in to the ornate hilt, pinning him back to his 
chair. "Fool," I said to his shocked face as I pulled 
it out and let him fall.

Thoroughly aroused by the brief fight, I turned to the 
wife after wiping my steel on the dead man's shoulder. 
"Madam?" I asked politely, "do you know where he keeps 
his fortune, his gold? I may have to burn this place 
down to find it."

She gulped, looked away from the corpse and nodded. 
"Please don't hurt her. She's so young and a virgin 
too."

"Really? A treasure then surely. My grandsire dotes on 
them, thinks they give him good health. I will take 
her to him. He tries to have at least one every year. 
And you lady, can you come and serve both my father 
and me? We are both in need of female comfort." It was 
a lie but she was an over-ripe lovely.

She nodded and licked her lips as my codpiece swelled. 
Of course my father had a half-dozen willing lasses at 
his call, and I had all the household pussy I could 
ever want.

"Perhaps, m'lord," she said, looking away from the 
crumpled corpse of her late lord and master, "you 
would like a sample of my talents. I do know where he 
stores his gold, but, but I am yours, yours to use 
completely. Here and now if you wish."

"May the girl watch and learn?" I asked as I quickly 
unlaced my pouch and freed my swelling manhood. Fights 
as well as loving excited me this way and my raging 
horn was eager to be quenched, aching for friction.

The girl screamed as it unfolded and sprang out to 
rise and stiffen, looking as long and wide as her 
forearm. The head was dark and slope-sided, a spear 
point, the shaft ridged and vein covered. My cods 
knotted at my ram's base, globular and hard.

I turned the lovely woman about and tossed her light 
frock up on her back. Her ass was firm and full, a 
rounded beauty. I patted it and explored her slit and 
tight-clenched holes. She spread her feet and leaned 
forward to present her fat-lipped clam for my use. I 
stroked her labia a few times and lubricated my rigid 
woman pleaser. 

She gasped and trembled as I set its rounded head at 
her pink portal, a glans the size and color of a plum. 
"Be gentle, please be gentle," she sobbed. Her nether 
lips parted and I was in, in to the hard ridge at 
least, well begun.

I reached out my hand the girl took it. I pulled her 
closer, smiled and said, "Watch as I make this rod 
disappear." Her gown fell open to display her pale, 
round boobs with their cherry tips.

I thrust my hips forward and sank the whole thick prod 
into the woman. 

She screamed and kicked, arching her back, and I 
pressed right to the scrotum and twisted her hips, 
setting my tool firmly and ready for work.

I pulled back quickly and thrust again, my free hand 
on the girl's bottom to hold her close, her lips at my 
cheek and my other hand on my willing woman's wide 
hip.

"Your turn, pretty one," I told her after pulling her 
closer and kissing her gently, "Your turn will come. 
Now I must get to work." I held the hefty woman with 
both hands, one at her waist and the other tangled in 
her hair to arch her back, and began ramming her hard 
and deep, smacking us together until she screamed and 
writhed beneath me, beating on the table with her 
fists as I enjoyed myself and emptied my swollen cods 
in her rippling depth, surge after surge until my rich 
cream oozed from her.

 She collapsed to the floor, sobbing, and my long 
spear popped free.

"Come, pretty one," I said to the girl, extending my 
hand, "come and suck this weapon clean. It is a task 
you must learn, a service for my grandsire you must 
enjoy."

She went to her knees, looking up at me with wide, 
blue eyes and grasped my shaft and licked its head.

"Try to swallow it. Be careful with your teeth."

She sucked and licked, never looking away from my 
face, and I felt my lust rising. "Here is your 
reward," I told her as I buried my hands in her golden 
curls and ejaculated once more.

She swallowed and stood to be cuddled in my arms, 
purring. I was tempted to take her there and then, but 
I knew my grandfather adored virgins and would reward 
me handsomely. The old man speared then in a high-
armed chair and then bent to suck their blood before 
using them again and yet again if he could. I had seen 
him ravage a youngster four times in rapid succession, 
and he was well into his seventies.

I was led to the storeroom, saw that we could haul it 
all away on three horses, and we set to work. In less 
than a hour, the women were packed and we were on our 
way as the sun began to set.

"Shall I burn this?" I asked the woman as we stood at 
the manse's wide portal.

"Yes, yes!" she cried. "He does not deserve to be 
decently buried. Burn it."

By the time we reached the road, the place was a 
roaring mass of flames. We spent that night in a 
handsome inn, all three of us in the same, soft bed. 
My memory of those pleasant hours is clouded I fear, 
but it was, I am sure, enjoyable. I do remember the 
lovely girl kneading my balls while I enjoyed her 
step-mother.

END

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
any way, shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any
of the scenarios in this story should seriously 
consider seeking professional help.
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