Beachside Estates

Chapter 02 - Apartment 105- Natalie Fairbottom

January 5, 2019

Rent due on the fifth - 105, 315, 525, 735

105 - $1400.00

315 - $1000.00

525 - $1000.00

735 - $1000.00

5:00 - 6:00 am - Natalie Fairbottom

I'm not naturally an early riser, however, when one has made the bulk of one's fortune in the stock market, one learns quickly to be up before the markets open. It's Saturday, so the markets are closed, but since turning forty I find that come five or six in the morning I am awake whether I like it or not. It's okay though, I watch the news and make a few sales or buys that will process the first thing the next Monday morning. I catch up on my reading, and I enjoy watching the sunrise in the morning. Sometimes, I even sit out on my porch overlooking the interior of the complex and watch as my renters wake up and come to life with the new day.

Today, the smell of coffee, eggs, and bacon filled my small apartment, and I was verily salivating when there was a soft knock on my door. Looking longingly at my food, I stepped back and walked over to the door, and opened it. Standing there like a Viking Princess was Natalie Fairbottom.

She smiled at me and purred, "Good morning Uncle J."

"Good morning Miss Fairest of Bottoms," I retorted jovially, with a broad smile I could never hide from her.

Natalie Fairbottom stood five feet ten inches tall, but with five-inch wedges on she was taller than me! Her eyes were wild and fierce and glinted of mischief, and they were the most startling glacier blue I've ever seen. Her hair was cornsilk blonde and long and thick and wild as if she had just stepped in from a wind storm. Her hair fell down her back as she shook it out like a horse mane, and it fell all the way to the bottom of her ass cheeks leaving her broad shoulders bare. Her shoulders and arms were thick and strong, making her appear like the robust Goddess of the Hunt, Artemis.

Her breasts were covered by modest bathing suit triangles, and still, they were squeezing out in every direction like marshmallows squeezed between her fingers. If I had to guess, I would say she was 38 inches in her bra band and massive I or double-J's in cup size. Despite their size, her breasts were gorgeous! Falling like two perfect tear drops, smashed together to look like an upside-down heart. Her side bood curved out in front of her arms and they sagged down on her chest with a buoyant fullness that belied their size and weight. She was built like a muscle-bound barbarian warrior. A Viking Battle Maiden. And yet, her belly was not ripped with a defined six-pack of rippling muscles under paper-thin skin. She was still very young with roughly three-quarters of an inch of dense baby fat still covering her whole body making her thick and exotically curvy!

Scanning down her belly to her navel brought to mind Jenny and her emerald chandelier. I found that Jenny crept into my thoughts over and over again yesterday after she left. In the span of just three days, she had made quite an impression on me. I hoped she was settling in well, but at the same time, a part of me wished something unfortunate would happen to Gregory leaving Jenny blessedly free.

Blinking my eyes, bringing myself back from zoning out, I admired Natalie's navel. It was different in shape, looking more like a teardrop instead of an arrowhead like Jenny's, and her belly button had no piercings at all. She might be one of very few girls these days that didn't have a belly piercing!

Opening the door, Natalie pranced in as I admired her 30-inch waist and 40-inch hips and ass. She had always been a thick one, but as she grew up her broad boxy hips widened and thickened until each ass cheek was a big round bubble. Despite being January she wore a blue bikini, and her three-quarter bikini bottoms were pulled so far back to cover her bottom that she was very much in danger of exposing her cameltoe pussy.

"Mmm, that smells good Uncle J," Natalie purred, "May I have some?"

I'm not actually her uncle, but I have known her since she was thirteen. It was actually her mother who turned me on to buy the complex and since then, I've watched her grow into a beautiful woman!

There were days when I wanted so badly to take and eat her fruit before she was ripe! Like when she was fifteen and found her mother's French cut thong one-piece bathing suit and brought it to my place so she could sunbathe on my porch. Or, when she was sixteen and decided to buy her first thong bikini. And then, when she was seventeen she and Hannah had argued and Natalie had said she was leaving. She stayed with me for a week before they reconciled, but while she was with me she snuck into my bed every night and begged me to make love to her. I wanted to fuck her so much, but I felt guilty for just her being in my bed! I knew I couldn't forgive myself if I took her, so I refused, telling her to wait until she was eighteen, and now here she is standing before me nearly naked again!

"Sure, I'll make you a plate," I answered as I closed the door behind her. I walked over to the stove, and put my bacon and eggs on a plate while Natalie pulled out two mugs and poured us both coffee. Throwing more bacon and eggs on to cook, I asked, "So what's up Natalie? Are you and Hannah fighting again?"

Natalie stirred sugar and creamer into the coffee and passed a mug to me as she sniffed the aroma and answered, "Yes and no. We're not really fighting."

"Then what's going on?"

"Well," Natalie said, drawing out her answer for effect, "I'm eighteen as of December thirtieth!"

I cut my eyes at her, 'Has time really passed so quickly?' She was looking down at her coffee, and with a new almost overwhelmingly primal interest I admired the magnificent swells of her breasts as they overflowed her arms.

Natalie looked up and I looked away as I mumbled, "Congratulations Natalie!"

"Thanks," She answered with a smile, "Anyway, Mom has been hounding me about getting a job now that I'm eighteen, and she wants me to pay half the rent!"

"I see," I answered in as neutral a tone of voice as I could manage.

"So that is what I am here to do," Natalie announced determinedly.

"How do you plan to pay," I asked as I looked straight down at the eggs and bacon.

"The same way mom pays," Natalie answered as she set her coffee cup down on the counter and pulled two strings that dropped her bikini top to my kitchen floor. She pulled two more strings and her bottoms joined her top, "I've known since before you bought this place that you were fucking mom. The only thing I don't know is if you were paying her rent for her or not before you bought the place, or if you were just paying her for sex. Either way, if it's good enough for mom it's good enough for me!"

"Your mother's and my arrangements are our business," I said as I sat down, my tone firm and uncompromising. I finished the eggs and bacon and put them on a plate before I turned and handed the plate to Natalie, and finally looked at her. I mean I really—really looked at her! From top to bottom and back up, twice, before I directed her to sit at my dining table.

Natalie's breasts were even more beautiful than I imagined. She had pale snow-white skin with white areolas and the faintest bubblegum pink nipples. Between her thighs, she had almost no pubic hair on her pubic mound and what little she had was cornsilk blonde. I was no more than a few feet from her and she looked like she only had long silky, nearly transparent body hair for pubic hair!

"Are you sure this is what you want to do," I asked, as I ate my eggs, "You know it is your mother's responsibility to pay the rent, not yours. Well, at least not like this."

Natalie wiped some egg off her breasts that had dropped off her fork and sucked the food off her finger before she answered, "I'm eighteen, mom says if I don't help pay rent then I'm free to find my own place. I just got my first job, but I don't make enough to leave and pay for my own place. Anyway, that's where I'm headed after we're finished but I also want to use the money I earn on other things. So, I either fuck you to pay my rent or I get a boyfriend and fuck him so I can stay with him. Either way, I'm going to get fucked..."

We ate in silence as I thought about her situation and admired the naked teenager sitting in front of me. Eighteen may be the age of a legal and consenting adult, but she was still just a kid to me twenty-seven years my junior. If I had a daughter she could be her! She was just a little girl trying to establish her independence...

How many boyfriends would she have?

How many of them would fuck her until she was pregnant and then kick her out?

She would go from guy to guy to guy, carrying her children along with her trying to find a good man and a safe place to call home. Only, there are very few men that will raise other men's children. Natalie would be an easy target because of her desperation, and each guy she fell in with would treat her and her children worse and worse. Eventually, she would become a target of not the men that wanted her but of the men that wanted access to her children. I could see so clearly such a sad and abusive life for her and her children if she was just cast out because she was eighteen, and a supposed adult now.

Natalie looked up and stared back at me and I could see her wild-eyed defiance daring me to reject her. Promising that I would regret not fucking her if I did. She was very determined to pay her way with sex. Either with me or someone else.

"Why not get a boyfriend," I asked as I sat back and sipped my coffee, "He would at least be closer to your age. You might even find the one that marries you."

Natalie smiled bitterly at me as she answered, "Do you know how many guys I dated in school?"

"No."

"None. Zero," Natalie answered, "Now ask me why."

"Why—didn't you have any boyfriends, Natalie?"

"Because I was tall and I was thick and muscular," Natalie answered, her voice reflecting the bitterness of her memories, "So, the girls in school started calling me 'Fat Nat'! So profound and eloquent right? Well, eventually the guys started calling me that too, and that was my school experience as the fat girl!"

"I've known you all your life and you were never fat," I commented sincerely, "You were tall and thick and muscular as you said, but in all the right places a man wants a woman to be thick in."

"Yeah, right," Natalie agreed as she wiped a tear away, "That's why my math teacher, the Vice-Principal, the Counselor, and two of the Coaches all hit on me relentlessly! I guess it just takes an older 'Man' to appreciate a womanly body."

"It does," I agreed, "There is definitely an appreciation for women that men only learn with maturity, but still, not all young men are like those guys in school. If you give yourself time and a chance you could find that guy that is head over heels, bat shit crazy for you."

"I appreciate that, Uncle J," Natalie said with a laugh and a reassuring smile, "But for now, I just want a man that will appreciate fucking me."

"Well, I have always appreciated you, Natalie," I answered, "Ever since you were born."

"I know, Uncle J," She purred with a broad smile, "That's why I can do this. I know you will treat me like a woman should be treated. Also, you promised you would make love to me once I'm eighteen, and since you valued me so much that you wouldn't take advantage then, I know you will treasure me now, especially since it's my first time."

I still felt a little shocked even though I had already guessed as much from her confession that she hadn't ever had a boyfriend, still I took a long swig of coffee as I confidently scanned her body before looking up into her wild glacier-blue eyes.

"Okay, So this is how it works Natalie. Your mother's rent payment is fourteen hundred dollars. It must be paid either monetarily or through services."

"By services, you mean sex," Natalie interrupted.

I nodded my head 'Yes' and continued, "Since we are monetizing sex, I keep the rent payments simple divisible amounts, and I have put a static monetary value on one hour of sex."

"Which is," Natalie asked.

"Two hundred dollars."

"Wow," Natalie laughed, "That's all! I thought it would be more. What about the prostitutes that are paid thousands of dollars?"

I looked at Natalie and tried to keep my features neutral, but I felt annoyed, "First let's get something straight. I don't consider this prostitution. It is bartering at its most basic. I have a service or product that I am willing to sell, an apartment, a place for you to live, I have set the value of the services or products I provide and I am more than willing to accept any monetary currency acceptable in the United States as payment for said products and services. However, should You, for example, be unable to pay the rent monetarily then I am willing to barter. Since there must be some set value to the act of sex, which is what we are bartering, I have set the value to what I have found during my research to be more than the standard price for an hour of sex between two consenting adults."

"Okay okay, I'm sorry," Natalie apologized as she shifted uncomfortably, "Please go on."

"Your mother pays the rent with sex only, as you know," I continued, "Always has, but she doesn't have to, and neither do you. If you are paying half the rent then I am perfectly willing to take seven hundred dollars. However, if you want to use your money for other things, then I am also willing to have sex with you for three and a half hours. Now, is that acceptable to you?"

"Yes Uncle J, that is very acceptable," Natalie purred.

"Oh, and another thing," I continued, "Quit calling me Uncle J. We are fucking, you're an adult, and I'm not your uncle. It weirds me out. This isn't incest. So, please, just call me Jaiden."

Natalie's eyes opened wide as she thought about it, then I watched as some mischievous thought came to her and she smiled at me as her eyes took on an absolutely naughty gleam as she purred, "You know, I never knew my dad right? He died before I was born. You're the only man in my life I have ever thought of as a father figure. I think I find it kind of erotic, thinking of you as daddy. So, Uncle J, would you be my daddy instead?"

I coughed as coffee went down the wrong way and it took a few seconds to gather myself before I croaked, "What do you mean by your 'Daddy'?

"Well," Natalie purred as she stood up from her chair and sat on my lap. She scooted her down into my thighs then began rocking her hips, grinding her pussy on my pajama pants over my cock, "I think I might have a bit of a Daddy complex. Or, maybe, I just want you to be my 'Sugar Daddy'. I don't know. Either way, I like calling you 'Uncle J', and I think I like the idea of you being my 'Daddy'. For real and figuratively. It makes my pussy all hot to think that my daddy will soon be fucking my hot, wet, pussy!"

I could feel her breath on my lips, she was leaning in so close to me. She paused as another thought occurred to her, and then she whispered, "And, I want you to call me something cute and endearing too. Like baby-girl, or, well, something hot and familial like that."

"I—" I started then stopped, not knowing what to say.

I could feel my cock getting hard real quick as Natalie's pubic hair brushed across the thin cotton material between her skin and mine. I could feel the heat of her womb as her pussy lips parted and my cock quickly thickened up. I could also feel how wet she was as her nectar started soaking my pajamas.

Setting my coffee cup on the table I slipped my hands around Natalie's ribs, under her arms, and reached around to grab two huge handfuls of her breasts before I pulled her back to lay in my chest.

"If I am going to be your 'Daddy' then you can't date, or have sex, with anyone else, only me, understand," I whispered into her ear as I started massaging her breasts and rubbing her quickly thickening nipples between my fingers, "When an apartment is available I will move you into it, and I will provide everything for you, including an income."

"So, I won't have to work if I don't want to," Natalie asked.

"That's right. You can work if you want to, but I rather you just hang out around the complex. Sunbathe and generally just prance about looking beautiful."

"What about rent," She asked.

"If you're my woman then there is no rent for you, understand? However, I expect you to always be available whenever I want you."

"Okay," Natalie answered, "So, will you come to me, or are you going to call me and I must come to you?"

I let go of her breasts and guided her to twist around so when she cocked her head back to look back and up at me I could kiss the side of her mouth as I answered, "This will be like the Japanese Geisha of old. I am your lord. When I want you, I will come and spend the night with you. If you should get pregnant, I will increase your stipend for every child you have, and should you grow out of the apartment I will buy a nearby house for you. Does that sound appealing to you?"

Natalie smiled as she kissed me then answered, "What girl wouldn't want her daddy to take care of her for the rest of her life? Of course, I like it!"

"Good!"

I let go of Natalie and pushed her to stand up before following. I led her to my bedroom and guided her to lie down in the center of the bed. She may be a virgin, but she still knew what oral sex was as she giggled and pulled a pillow around to put it beneath her head. Once she was settled, she looked down through the valley between the peaks of her mountainous breasts, across the edges of her ribcage, and across the rolling dips and hills of the landscape of her belly and smiled so prettily at me.

I returned her smile before scanning down her body, admiring her until I was staring at a dainty patch of cornsilk blonde pubic hair as I spread her thighs wide apart. As I examined her long baby fine white hairs enshrouding her thick spongy pussylips, I noticed that her pubes grew at least an inch long. They were thin and straight making it easy to see her skin until it thickened up at the edges of her labia majora. Also, her pubic hair grew for a couple of inches on her mound, raying out from her pussy slit, and the growth of her hair was always towards her soft fatty cameltoe.

I spread her thighs further apart and her pussy opened up in front of me like a blooming red rose, and as I watched, her silky blonde pubic hair growing down her labia majora split apart as all her hair pointed towards her pussy like soft white teeth of a Venus Flytrap waiting in ambush to feast upon the partner that would suckle on Natalie's beautiful rose. I couldn't help but grin knowing I was that fortunate bastard!

I could tell Natalie was highly aroused. It was clearly evident in how her clitoral hood was already peeling back as a very distinct red jelly bean-sized clitoris pushed out from within the pedals of her inner labia. Running my fingers through her pubic hair, first up to her pubic mound, I then caressed her as I ran my fingers down her labia majora to her perineum, her pubes, her skin, were so soft so—so perfect.

"That tickles," Natalie giggled.

"Really," I purred naughtily, "Then how does this feel?"

Using my right hand, I combed my fingers back up through her pubic hair until my palm rested on her mound, and then I ran my thumb between her pussylips, peeled her clitoral hood back, and massaged her clitoris under my thumb. Natalie's little round cylinder might have been the largest clit I've ever seen!

She mewled as her eyes rolled up into her skull and her hips shuddered!

I smiled at her reaction and nuzzled my nose into her labia as I smelled her aroma. She smelled like a woman, clean and soapy, like spices and saltwater, and lilacs. Sticking my tongue in, I licked her pussy from the top of her vagina up her vulva to her urethra. She tasted like salty tears, faintly sweet like sweet and sour sauce, faintly bitter like tea left to mash for too long, and spicy like peppers.