Rent Pt 02

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I woke up around four a.m, my bladder bursting. Disentangling myself from Violet's grasp, I rolled out of her bed, head still fuzzy from the wine, and went to the bathroom to relieve myself. When I was done I walked back into her room and looked down at the beautiful nymph-like blonde stripper that I'd rented a room to, only to have her fall for me, the nice guy, pursuing me, sucking my cock like no woman ever had until I filled her belly with cum.

She was still wearing the sweater and yoga pants that had driven me over the line of my resistance to sleeping with a tenant earlier. I stood over her, sleeping on her back and breathing quietly, her legs long and sleek, hands that had expertly worked me to orgasm settled lightly across her stomach. Her breasts rose and fell steadily under the heavy knit wool.

I slipped a hand over the swell of her breasts, lightly squeezing them through the knit, finding them supple, pleasing, energizing. My cock grew in my threadbare grey sweatpants, and strained against them.

"Do you like them," she asked in a small, sleepy voice, "you can play with them however you want. Let's make another best mistake of our lives, Danny." She'd woken as I felt up her tits, reaching down to the hem of her sweater and arching up into my hands as she pulled it over her head with the top underneath in one smooth motion, catching on her button nose. "Oh!"

I'd silently grabbed her bare tits, feeling the heat of the firm, youthful flesh. Her breasts were bigger than I'd guessed, still bouncy and firm, gravity not yet taking hold of them, and they settled across her chest as a pair of beautiful melon teardrops, larger than her narrow chest. "Beautiful," I breathed as I traced the wide light-brown cap of her areola with my fingers.

Still trapped in her sweater, just her deep pink lips and chin out of them, a smile formed on Vi's lips, "they're C's, Danny, do you like them?"

I bent to suck one as I knelt on the bed next to her, sliding my free hand down the front of her yoga pants, finding growing heat and wetness like only a young woman can make as my fingers invaded her hairless quim and Violet obediently opened her legs for me.

"Mmm yesss, oh Danny," Violet exhaled as she began to twist her hips against my penetrating fingers, "help me out of this..." she began to struggle against the sweater again, but I took her wrists in hand and stopped her. This was fun. It was making me feel less guilty about sex with Violet.

"Leave it," I commanded, pressing my lips to hers to stop the protest coming before it could be voiced, "for now," I promised as I broke the deep kiss, working her wet little snatch hard. "Just for now."

A giggle, "you're a nice guy, Danny," she teased, "but I'm staring to think you fuck like a bad boy. The way you fucked my face and came without asking, so naughty."

Sliding my fingers from her soaking pussy lips, I raised one of her legs and climbed between them, shedding my sweatpants as I went. "You're about to find out, Vi," I promised to an expectant giggle and wiggle of her perfect little body as I stripped the form-fitting pants from her legs. They were soaked through with her juices, the crotch and bottom completely wet with her. I smelled the fabric to get her scent as she writhed in front of me, legs spread, bare pussy blooming like a flower, open, ready for me to take it. "Someone's been horny all night."

Violet pressed her feet into the mattress and raised her bottom, belly undulating as she rocked her hips in the air. "I couldn't help it, you were holding me so tight and I could feel you getting hard.... it made me so hot."

Unable to stop myself, I threw the pants aside and lay down, wrapping my arms around Vi's hips as I pulled her legs apart. That pussy, god that young twenty-something pussy, I had to taste it. I dove into her, catching the little rosebud clit that stood up so wet and proud from its hood and sucked it hard, slipping a finger up to the squishy g-spot inside her opening and pressing steadily as I circled it.

"Ahhh-ah...ahhhhhhhhhh," Violet burst like an over-filled dam, the wetness gathered in her entrance overflowing as she began to writhe, her bubbly bottom flexing hard as she gushed. I wasn't done with her yet, though, she was so sweet, her musk intoxicating as it filled my nostrils, I was determined to make her a ragdoll wracked with pleasure. I began to play with her pussy, slipping another finger in to a loud 'ooooohhh' lapping at her redly engorged entrance. She was ready for cock, "oh god, please fuck me Dan, please, pleeeeeeeease," but I ignored her, reaching up to grab one of her surprisingly big, firm tits, and focused on the twitches of her hips as my tongue worked her over the edge, nibbling the firm little clit between my teeth as I sucked it, pumping three fingers in and out of her grasping pussy.

"Ahhhh-haaaaooomygoddddd," she'd seized up, hips rocking of their own will onto me, and a gush of sweet pussy juice filled my mouth. I could feel Violet's love muscles spasm as she bounced against my mouth. "Ooughhhhh, ohhh please Danny please put it innnn.... I'm clean, I'm on the pill, please just put it in me," Violet begged as her orgasm subsided.

All of my resistance to her long since stripped away, hypnotized by the writhing, willing, fuckable little body in front of me with her bubbly bits, I opened her thighs, rolling her half to her side, keeping her other leg up as I lined up and took the plunge.

"Uhhnnnn, ohh like that, Danny, oouuung, oh nice and deep..." Vi encouraged me as I pushed to my hilt in her youthful body. She was snug, but so dripping, gushing, wet from anticipation and my attention that her pussy gripped me but couldn't resist me as I invaded her, holding onto my cock as I slid deep into her womanhood with a pleased groan of satisfaction. Violet keened her pleasure, whimpering happily, "mmm, take me baby, take meeeee."

Violet's pussy was buttery. Her juices were so thick that she squished and squelched as I pulled back to my tip and then stroked into her firmly to my hilt. Her perfect big tits bounced each time I slapped my hips into her in a fluid arc of slow withdrawal followed by surging thrust to her core. Violet moaned and sighed with my rhythm, her mouth permanently praising my deep thrusts and protesting my withdrawals as she jiggled her tits and rocked her hips for me.

"You like that, Violet? You like me giving you the deep dick in your buttery little puss?"

She answered by arching her back to push her hips up my thighs to wrap me tightly with her legs. "Suck my tits, baby, fuck me just like this and suck my nipples pleeeease,"

I obliged her, slowly, wordlessly, as Violet babbled a stream of moans and encouragement to me, I lowered myself to a nice missionary with her, sucking one tit then the other as I pumped steadily at her pussy. Her face still covered, I kissed her forcefully before breaking the kiss.

"Your breasts are the most beautiful I've ever seen," I rasped into her mouth as her tongue chased my lips, slapping harder into her, pinching at those thick, perfect nipples. Violet arched her back and panted as I pressed my mouth to her ear and growled, "and your pussy is so perfect and hot, I have to cum in you now."

"Do it! Fill me, Danny!" She smiled eagerly.The smoking hot little stripper speared on my cock whined and begged, "fill me up, make my little pussy overflow!"

She was red and shiny with sweat now as she clasped her legs tightly around my ass, the steady slap-slap-slap of our bellies and sex colliding filled the air as I beat her frothing cunt with my rod along with Violet's lusty moans. I could feel it building, the tingle in my balls that crept up my shaft.

I grabbed the sweater and pulled it over her head, her eyes wide and about to glaze over as she looked up at me with steamy lust, yet somehow still seeming innocent, and I was carried away in them as my cock plundered her young, stripper pussy. And then she wrapped her arms around me along with her long legs and whispered in my ear, "breed me like your Christmas whore."

That did it, I couldn't take anymore, and I burst like a geyser, the first thick rope of cum exploding against her cervix as I slapped into her and held, moaning my pleasure into her mouth. That seemed to do it for Vi, and she clamped down on me like she'd caught a prize and she wailed her triumph as she came, milking my belching prick like with her honey-slick cunt until my cock felt like a used-up tube of toothpaste, spent and shrinking, at the mercy of her powerful love muscles.

We lay entangled for a while, kissing, touching, relishing the afterglow, not saying anything. Just being. At some point, Violet slid out of bed and slipped into her washroom, and I found myself drifting to sleep in her bed.

"Merry Christmas, it's gonna be a good one," Violet whispered as she climbed back into bed, kissing me gently as I fell into a deep slumber.

Morning came with the smell of bacon and a morning after boner accompanied by my bladder straining to bursting. I looked around blearily, and found no sign of Violet as I rolled out of her bed, the shame hitting me like a dump truck, a never ending stream of recriminations filling my mind.

"What the fuck have I done," I asked myself in her mirror. I headed out to her room, finding my sweats and pulled them on, digging around in the covers to find my shirt. "Just be calm, it's gonna be okay, she's not some maniac, she was clear it was a Christmas thing," I coached myself silently as I slunk down the two flights of stairs to the kitchen.

Violet was standing over the stove in a red-checked apron my mom used to wear and the r-shirt she'd been wearing under her sweater, pink bunny slippers, and just a pair of boy-short panties. Her long wavy blonde hair was tied in a loose ponytail, and she turned to me, freckles flashing on her cheeks, a big smile greeting me.

"I was about to wake you up! Perfect timing." Violet grabbed a coffee mug and poured me one with a splash of milk. I accepted it, standing stunned. Violet stared at me skeptically. "You're doing it again, Dan. You're being weird when you don't have to be."

"I'm sorry, Vi, it's just-"

"Oh fuck, would you quit that," she threw a dish towel to the ground and walked away from me. "Dude, you had a great time. You rocked my socks. Stop the whole noble good guy 'I can't have sex with you' thing and enjoy it because the only problem here is you!"

Ashamed, I stared into my coffee and tried to pull it together while Violet angrily worked on the stovetop.

"I'm sorry, Vi, it's just..." I thought back to the first year I was renting when Vanessa accused me of raping her. It took over a year to be cleared even though the police had told me that it was obvious I hadn't done it at the time.

"I'm being a dumbass, I'm sorry. You said it was the best mistake we'd ever make and it was. It was awesome."

Violet piled food on two plates. Back bacon, fried eggs, home fries, and toast. She'd put orange juice on the table, and more coffee. She'd put on a spread to enjoy Christmas with me. I felt terrible. "This is awesome, Vi, I shouldn't have been such a dummy. Something happened a few years ago that freaked me out, and I guess I over-corrected."

She put the plates on the table and pulled me to a chair, "it's okay, we all have those." We sat down kitty-corner. smiling at each other foolishly and are. Violet pushed a stray strand of hair behind her ear. "Uh, was it... good?"

Smiling like a goon, I touched her hand and felt a little electric shock tingle up my arm. "The sex was incredible. You're... Vi, you're incredibly sexy. I wasn't kidding that you felt like butter, and you were so hot and dirty... it was amazing."

She bounced her shoulders coquettishly, "thank you, but I was asking about breakfast. You never said

We laughed, and I assured her breakfast was amazing too, which it was. She took my hand this time and smiled gently. "It was good for me too. Really good." Her slender fingers slipped along the soft skin of my wrist. "You... ah... you're a really good lay, you made me cum really hard."

Reddening, I tried to stifle my excitement. "I'm glad. You were right about it being the best mistake ever."

Violet pulled her hand away from mine. "Well, maybe we'll make a mistake again soon... but I have to call my mom, which is gonna be an hour of suck. Maybe grab a nap after."

A little disappointed that the conversation wasn't turning to sex, a little relieved too, I let her go.

"Okay, I'll clean up, and check on you before we go. Three, okay?"

"Sounds good," Violet smiled at me, slowly standing, hips square to me. I picked up a strong scent of arousal and a hint of the detergent scent of cum as she stood, a damp spot sticking the sheer powder-blue fabric to a pair of meaty, engorged pussy lips. "That's you dripping out of me. It felt so good inside me."

I hooked the panties, peeling them away from her loins, and was greeted with the sight of her smooth pussy, pouting lips sticky with a film of my drying cum. "Do you need more," I asked her hopefully.

Violet nodded, grinning as I slipped the panties down her legs and she stepped out of them. "Nice and deep, Danny, nice and deep so I cum again."

"You got i-"

A loud phone ringtone filled the room, 'Mother's Little Helper,' by the Stones.

Violet picked up her phone from the kitchen table grimacing, "oh hell, she's calling me." She looked over to me, "I'm so sorry, this might take a long time."

Mood killed by the angry, high pitched voice on the other end of the phone, I had to content myself with the sight of Violet bending over to pick up her panties, and scooting down the hall with just her shirt and slippers on, Donald Duck style.

Christmas Day slipped by, and I stayed downstairs, keeping a respectful distance from

Violet's room to respect her privacy. The phone call with her mom went on for over an hour, nearly an hour and a half. There were some ups and downs that I heard from the first floor, but eventually things were quiet and it was already almost two. I headed to the bottom of the stair up to her room, and called up.

"Hey Vi? I'm gonna get ready to go to Jason and Molly's for three. You still want to come?"

No answer. I wondered if she was sleeping. "Vi?"

Her head popped around the corner, earbuds being pulled from the sides of her head.

"Sorry, Danmy, I needed some loud music after that call with my mom. What's up!"

"Christmas dinner. Are you still coming?"

She nodded enthusiastically. "Oh shit, right right. We leave at three!"

I stood by the door at ten after three, long since ready. I had a big shopping bag over my shoulder with gifts for the kids and a couple of bottles of wine for the grownups. Jason and Molly usually had me and a couple others plus her mom at their place, so I figured two bottles was the move. Enough for everyone to have a couple, not so much as to imply they were lushes.

"Viii," I called up the stairs.

"Coming, coming," she assured me as she hustled down the stairs putting in an earring. "I couldn't decide what to wear."

She'd put on a red top that sat mid-chest, just enough to be appropriate while still assuring the world that she had fantastic tits, and then a skirt that was Christmas green and had some cute star

patterns knitted into it over dark stalkings. She looked at me and smiled a little red-faced, knowing we were late. Making the whole thing irresistible, though, was the black choker necklace she wore with a simple snowflake charm hanging from the ribbon. I'd always been wild for those necklaces.

"Sorry, I know we're late. I just want to make a good impression."

I stared like an idiot as she slipped on a pair of boots, popping her low heels in my bag, and dragged me out the door. "Do I look pretty?"

Still unable to blink, I stammered, "you look like a Christmas wish."

"Dude, Danny boy, really?"

Jason looked disappointed in me, like, honestly and unabashedly disappointed.

"I don't know what to tell you man."

He threw the remote for the Super Nintendo emulator I'd given to his seven-year-old son, Max, and shook his head. "You think you can beat Uncle Danny's cheap cheater moves with Guile, bud?"

"Yeah," shouted the little guy, eagerly, "but let's play the new one. The graphics are so old on this."

"Hell no," both his dad and I chorused in unison. "Round one, fight!"

Jason got up to grab a beer from the basement fridge, rocking his baby daughter in her snuggly strapped to his chest as he did. "So what's the deal with that cutie? You're dating, right? You can tell me, I won't tell Pete."

Jason and I had roomed in Uni, at least until I'd gotten a bullshit bachelor's of business like every other haircut on the planet and gtfo'd to smoke pot and start my comic store. The scholastic life hadn't been for me, and my one real accomplishment had been to introduce my ex, Molly, to Jason. She and I hadn't dated long, and it's been a pretty mutual thing. It wasn't long until they were married with a baby at their grad. He'd met Pete over the years, of course, and while they weren't tight, they were easily my two closest friends in the world.

"No, come on man, I have to be-"

"Oh come off it, Dan," Jason popped the twist off. "Molly wasn't even licensed to practice yet and she had the charges dropped for being obviously bs before you even got a splinter in that jail cell. You have to get over that shit. You didn't do anything wrong, and even at the time the cops knew you didn't do anything."

"Jar!" Jason rolled his eyes as his son pointed to a large plastic peanut butter tub that had been cleaned out and labelled 'swear jar,' fishing in his pocket for change that went right in it.

"I know I know, just leave it, man." I crescent kicked Blanka, ending round one, and the tv announced 'KO' loudly before quickly setting to round two. "She's only like twenty-three, and she's got her whole life to figure out."

'Round two, fight!'

Jason took a long sip and stroked his sleeping daughter's wispy head of hair. "Eight years age difference isn't too much, and besides, who cares? Have you seen how that chick looks at you?"

Round two ended with an electrical jolt frying Guile.

"Dammit, how'd that kid-"

"Jar," Jason and the boy interrupted me.

Round three teed up. Fight!

"Tell me you have a good reason to not start something up with her, because I guarantee she wants to," Jason pressed.

On the screen, the distraction of his chatter was slowing me down, and the reflexes of a seven year old were starting to wear me down as I missed blocks and took a roundhouse.

"I don't, I know, I don't," I admitted, "I've just been freaked out ever since the Becca thing."

Jason sighed with exasperation. "You hooked up with her before she was attacked. Danny, you were at your store before, during, and after it happened. People who'd been shopping there confirmed it. The security cams confirmed it. There's literally a public record of your innocence. What happened to Becca was terrible and sad, but you had nothing to do with it. It had nothing to do with you being her landlord, and she probably only said it was you because you fit the sixish-foot-white-guy-brown hair-one eighty-pounds type. It's a pretty wide category."