Rent

Three months went by. Three of the best months of my life. Hell, the three best months of my life for sure.

The world outside my house was basically burning down. Idiots were screaming at grocery store clerks and nurses, refusing to wear a mask to easily limit the spread of an airborne virus, the screamers too fucking stupid or selfish to just pitch in with the rest of us.

The world watched in horror as an idiot plunged the United States into a spiral of death that claimed more American lives than World War One.

The housing market exploded as people tried to flee their shoebox condos for a three bedroom out of the downtown core.

My business went wild. I couldn't buy collections fast enough, usually looking through boxes of comics on a front porch while the owner stood at their front door, talking to me on the phone as I examined their comics. I couldn't grade them and put them up quickly enough either as bored collectors cleaned me out.

Vi's own site, the little stripper stream that could, began to get more subscribers... mainly on the back of her sugar daddy leaking out of her on camera and the shows she'd put on of it. She wasn't getting rich... but she'd gotten caught up halfway on her back rent, and then she'd upgraded her equipment and lights.

With all of it going on, we had a great thing going. We'd often wake up to some morning glory. Some days I'd guide her head to me, her full lips welcoming the day with my straining helmet spurting cum into her mouth. Others, I'd flip her on her back and eat her out until neither of us could take it any longer and she'd beg me to mount her. Afternoons, she'd go to class or work her stream, maybe some homework, and I'd work away at my online store.

I was doing a ton in new releases as more people picked up comics and gaming books, and the back issues and books from old editions of all of them became more and more in-demand. I was buying, and I wasn't shy about it online. In the evening, if Vi didn't have a class, she'd work on homework after dinner while I wrapped up deliveries and mail-outs. By eight or nine, we'd usually hang out and watch a show, or talk to Pete or Eva, sometimes other friends. We'd go for walks after ten when the streets were empty, and just talk quietly, finding quiet corners to make out, and occasionally fuck.

This particular morning, we were laying in bed, just quiet and sleepy as spring light filled the room. I wasn't in a rush to get anywhere, due at a collector's house for one, with three hours before I had to hit the road. Vi had a class at eleven, and a stream at five. I needed to be home for four to make sure she was filled up for one of her creampie shows, but that was it.

I was playing with her body, torturing Violet with caresses and light pinches to her nipples, the wide aureola that capped them already tight and the nipples hard as diamonds from excitement. She always told me she hated it, but the moment I got the look, she'd offer herself to me without a word. I busied myself kissing her belly. It had gone from stripper-tight abs to just a tiny bit softer, smooth and silky without the gym sessions she had once done regularly, and was lightly massaging the area around her belly button while I licked along her ribcage to tickle her.

"I don't know why you're so obsessed with my pot belly," Vi complained.

"Your belly is perfect and flat, Vi," I admonished her. "You don't need to be carved from stone. I like a little... softness," I slipped two fingers into her and she purred.

"As long as you like it, I guess," she stretched against me as I wrapped eager hands around her hips and began to finally start the show. "Mmm you make me crazy when you do this. You've been working me up forever!"

"Do you want to me stop?"

Violet answered by pressing herself into me, grabbing my hand that was at her entrance and holding it tight. She loved to wriggle against me like this, using her sexy bubble butt to work my cock while I touched her. She knew it would get me going.

I wrapped my free arm around her shoulder and rolled her small body to me, Vi giggling anticipation and knowing. Her pussy was frothy on my fingers now, the thick, dripping, love-honey making her more than ready.

"I'm so horny for it, Danny, take it, please take me," she began to beg as we kissed. "I need your cock in me, make it hit those deep spots..."

I rolled her on top of me, finally letting my fingers pull out of her, leaving the lacy panties she'd slept in soaked through against her skin. Violet ground her sex against my hard cock and complained with a whine.

"Ride me, Vi, I want a show."

"Yes sir," Violet purred. Grinning eagerly, she obediently hopped up to one knee as she dragged my shorts down, taking just a moment to kiss my prick as it jumped erect into the air. Violet grabbed it, hovering herself over my rod until she found her target, sinking down onto her other knee until I was tightly wrapped in her honeypot.

She felt heavenly, but the moment of penetration was something special with her in this position. I got to feel her entrance take me slower as she lowered herself, the ring of her entrance dragging itself over my engorged cock-head. The heat of Vi's body, the wet, slowly enveloping me as her hips began to open as she slid lower across my hips.

The cherry on the cake, though, was always the moment that I was fully buried inside her. Violet would freeze for just a moment, and if I could tear my gaze away from her perfect hips and pussy, split on my rod, I could catch her eyes rolling back to the whites, head tilting up and a tiny gasp of victory as she'd gotten my whole length buried inside her. It was just a moment, and then Violet's eyes would close, she'd raise her shoulders and smile as she began to rock.

"Take your top off," I commanded as I put my arms behind my head.

Violet pulled the oversized t-shirt of mine over her head, bouncing on her thighs to tease me as she dragged her slippery sheathe along my cock, and I found myself gritting my teeth to hold myself back from grabbing her to pound her as she wound her hips in semicircles back and forth, spinning the shirt over her head tossing it across the room.

"You like these bouncy titties," Vi teased me, slipping her hands up her torso to push her breasts to her mouth, sucking each nipple before she dropped them. I couldn't resist arching my back to push into her as she raised herself from me, dropping down to jiggle those perfect tits and slam me back to the bed. "Ohh, it's a bucking bronco day! You want me to ride your angry bull, baby, calm him down with my tight little pussy?"

She rose and fell on my cock a couple of times, leaning back and slapping her thick ass on my thighs, breasts bouncing across her chest. I thrust up, forcing my hips off the bed, feeling the ring of her pussy ride all the way to the rim of my swollen cockhead. Vi never let me fall out of her, holding her entrance tight to catch me, and I'd slap up into her before she'd drop her weight on me, pushing my hips back down. All the while, she made squeaks and squeals that were absolutely mesmerizing as she panted and spun her hips.

"Oh you're not gonna be able to stand it, you're gonna grab me any second," Violet promised as she swivelled her hips and sent her tits jiggling with every move, "my big bronco looooooves to buck his little filly."

Violet loved a bit of wordplay with her sexy teasing, and she also knew that she could make me wild for her. As she bounced up and down the length of my shaft, Violet kept chanting to me between her litany of sex noises, "buck me, buck me, buck me."

My stomach muscles were on fire, and I needed to suck those bouncing tits, so I grabbed her round hips on the downstroke held her tight to me.

"C'mere," I growled to a pleased moan of pleasure as Violet rolled her hips on me, covering the and my stomach in the thick sheen of wetness she gushed. I grabbed both of her breasts, squeezing the heavy melons to bring one thick nipple to my mouth. I sucked it deeply, closing my eyes and holding Violet tight to me as she rocked rapidly in my lap, her speed coming down slowly as she got into it.

I didn't know what it was exactly, but she loved me to suck her breasts like this. Playing firmly with them, rasping my tongue over her sensitive nipples, dragging my teeth along the skin as I did... it was like a drug for Violet. She began to shudder and gasp, her sure tell of cumming, and I slapped her ass to keep her moving, popping my finger into the tight entrance to her asshole as I moved over to the other breath and took a bite.

"Mmm! Ohmmm oh Danny, you're going at my boobs like you're gonna get milk," she moaned, hips working in smaller, fast, motions as my cockhead locked into a spot deep in her squelching pussy that made her wince and smile as she ground deep on it, pressing me into the spot, tightening around my head as it began to tingle and twitch inside her.

I broke away from her perfect tits and began to kiss her jaw in my way to her ear.

"Maybe I'll fill them up, Vi," I whispered into her ear, holding her head close to my mouth. "Maybe I want to see them nice and swollen and milky."

Violet's eyes were wide and her lip trembled, her hips never stopping their constant rolling and circling in my lap. Her torso was going rigid and tight, leaning back from me, her hands snaking down my arms she was taken to her cum by my desire to breed her.

"Oh Danny..," she moaned huskily, her voice fleeing her as she lost herself.

"You feel so fucking good, Vi, you've got me locked into your baby maker," and she did, as she leaned back, my prick was barely able to move in her, just get slammed into her spot, her body milking me aggressively as she came.

Violet leaned back further, her head lowering below the mattress, her belly stretching out and her pussy locked tight on me, a thick gush of clear fluid frothing quickly at our joining. She was leaning back so far that I could barely hold her hips, and her tits jiggled madly.

"Shit, Vi, you're taking us over," I stammered as my balance failed me, and her legs sprung, wrapping around me to pull me off the bed. I was close to cumming, and I lowered us to the carpeted floor inelegantly, now on top.

"Breed me," she whispered, her orgasm abating. "Flush my pills!"

Her eyes were gauzy and lidded, and something about it just made me lose control. I grabbed her ankles and flipped them out and up along with her perfect legs, rolling into a mating press, luscious thighs spread wide across my shoulders the pushing thick and the position making every stroke a thousand dancing sensations flying along my pistoning shaft as I drilled Violet's pussy.

"Last night... oh shit this is good... last night before bed. No more pillls," I was losing control, I'd been skating the line on coming, but Vi's body was so hot and her pussy was holding my so tight, and and every thrust she sighed and begged me to breed her... "ahhhh!"

"Nice and deep baby, just how I like it," Violet cooed into my ear as she stroked my hair, and then she popped again.

*

She dragged me to the shower, immediately checking that I had, in fact, not flushed her birth control pills. She looked a little disappointed at first, but smiled mischievously at me shortly.

"Naughty man," she'd grabbed me and pulled herself to me for a kiss, "don't get my hopes up... but I guess this isn't the time."

That had thrown me a little, but when we got in the shower, I'd gently pressed Violet to her knees to clean me with her mouth, hoping I could skate on talking about it. I knew she liked a bit of breeding play, but that had felt serious. Still...

"Danny," Vi's mouth slipped from my hardening cock. "Danny, baby?"

I snapped out of my thoughts, often drifting when she sucked me in the shower. Her mouth and tongue and the hot water had a way of sedating me.

"Uh... yeah?"

Violet, hair wet from the spray, looked up at me with big eyes, "can we save your cum for my stream? You said you'd give me a nice load right before it today..."

I had said that. I could say no, and cum down here throat just to make sure she remembered that our contract, the one she'd made, didn't have any provisions for her online stripper show... but I also was finding it harder and harder to treat her like a fuck toy. She kissed the tip of my cock and caressed my balls.

"Yeah, yeah that's fine," I relented. She stood smiling and kissed my chest as she began to soap me up.

Showering had become one of my favourite activities with her... even without sex involved (though it often went there). Being cleaned by a beautiful young woman, cleaning her, the play and tickling and tenderness that came with it all just started any day better than I could otherwise imagine.

Violet cleaned me up nicely, and it was my turn to get handsy. I loved to start from her toes and work my way up, enjoying making sure every inch of her was clean just right. It was always a lot of fun when I got to her pussy and ass, I got to play a bit, make her squirm, but not for too long. Somehow, the real show was always soaping up her tits.

Today, she was pressing back into me as I got them nice and sudsy, thinking of our sex earlier, and she was obviously thinking of it too. Her nipples were hard despite the hot water, and she made happy 'mmm'ing' noises as I worked the soap into her skin, pressing her bottom against my hard cock.

"You're so good to me, Danny," she mused with her head pressed back to my chest, eyes closed as she enjoyed herself. "I want this to last forever."

"I think we'll run out of hot water pretty soon," I joked back, but softly, not wanting to push her away, but still feeling thrown.

Violet smiled at me again, and shut off the water.

"You know that's not what I was talking about," and she stepped out of the tub.

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It wasn't the first time Violet had gotten upset with me, certainly not our first argument. We'd had a few, mostly completely down to silly lovers quarrels that really didn't amount to much more than a good excuse for a round of make-up sex. This time felt a little different, though.

I knew she'd been putting something real out there, and joked it away, and she was hurt. It was just us on the island of my house during the pandemic, though, and I figured it would come back around quickly as I headed out to my buying appointment.

Violet kissed me at the door, but it was t the slow long kiss I usually got when heading out. It was quick, not even a gently bite on my lip.

"Don't forget I need you to fill me before my stream, my numbers are starting to dip," she reminded me without really needing to.

"I know," I reassured her. I didn't like the tension between us. I didn't like how it'd gone earlier. I'd gotten too comfortable with getting all of the good bits of a relationship without risking myself at all. COVID gave me a backdoor into having Violet all to myself without having to risk. She'd lost her independence, her income... hell, she was my maid with benefits. As Violet pulled away from me, I caught her wrist, "Vi."

She turned to look at me.

"I'm sorry about this morning, you just caught me off-guard. I love this life with you."

Her face, held firm and tight like a stern librarian softened. "What're you saying, Danny?"

Pulling her to me, I held her chin, "that we're gonna talk about it later when I don't have to run, but I'm all in on you, okay?"

Now I got that kiss.

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The buyer I was going to see was out in the sticks. A good hour-and-a-half drive through the city and then the suburbs and industrial areas, another small city, and finally to country roads and large plots of farmland. Small towns were nestled behind hills and valleys, glimpses of them mostly in the signs as I passed. Eventually, my GPS on my phone told me turn off a long, narrow, road, and I came to an old farmhouse and a cluster of buildings near it.

I was well aware that even this far from of the city where the pandemic was a very real threat everytime you stepped outside, a lot of folks in the countryside weren't experiencing things the same way. With more space around them, they were more insulated, and that seemed to have grown into anger at the lockdowns more easily. I grabbed a mask and a pair of gloves as I stepped out of the car.

A small woman, thin and willowy, probably in her sixties, had come out onto the porch and waved.

"You Dan from the comic place," she called over to me.

Nodding, I waved and was met by a suspicious farm dog that stood at my feet, barring me from walking further into the property.

"Yes ma'am, Dan from Lost City Comics. You're Andrea Goodall who I was emailing with?"

She nodded curtly and whistled, the dog immediately relaxing, and she stepped off the porch, walking toward me and stopping at around four meters.

"I am indeed. Right this way."

Andrea lead me past a barn full of tractors, snowblowers, a beat-up old hatchback and disused horse stalls to a smaller building. It was a large shed, newer with solar panels not unlike the ones I'd seen on the house. Sidling up to it, she produced a large key ring and slid one into the lock. Stopping, the older woman turned to me.

"We have a deal on the price?"

She'd demanded a commitment of ten grand based on what she showed me, and in all honesty, it was a damn good deal. Her husband had an exceptional collection, and she swore there was more.

Nodding, I said what I'd told her in my emails. "Assuming it's all as good up close as your pictures suggested, absolutely. I have to look at the rest to get an idea how much more I should give you, though."

The collection was insane. There were issues from the fifties through to the turn of the century, all shockingly well preserved. First appearances. Major creators debuts. Deaths. Events. Entire runs of comics of popular characters that I could mine for the key individual issues and make a nice price on the rest. I tried to be calm. I'd cleaned out my savings, the last of my inheritance from my folks, and even my house maintenance fund plus a small loan to meet her asking price, a bank draft in my bag for it.

Andrea shook her head. "No, just the price we agreed on for all of it."

She stepped back from the door, swinging it open for me. I looked inside and inhaled slowly. The only reason I'd gotten the email from Andrea was that her husband, Keith, a particularly annoying customer that I'd done some early mail order with had left my card up on a bulletin board. It happened to be the first one she saw when she went into his little shed. "I won't go in with you. Stop the spread and all. I'd appreciate the payment though."

"Andrea, I..." I looked over the long boxes stacked on a wide set of shelves, the storage bins full of unopened Lego sets and toys from the eighties, "with all due respect, I'm confident that this is worth more than the bank draft I have with me. I could give you a percentage of the toys as they sell, please. I feel like I'm robbing you."

She shrugged. "Keith was a mother fucker, and he'd be spinning in his grave to see it all go cheap."

"But... why?" I couldn't wrap my head around it.

Andrea pointed to a dark hollow under her eye, a deep crease in her lip. I started to get the picture. I had them myself. My mom had too.

"He hit me. Often. Spent all our money on this nonsense. No offence," she gave me that for free with a nod. "I want him spinning. This'll let me pay off the bills I need to so my accounts unfreeze. I can sell this land to a scumbag developer, buy a nice little condo for me and Jax, not deal with my husband's nonsense anymore." Andrea stepped away from the door, glancing in briefly. "Take the comic books today, come back for the rest tomorrow. If you want to give me money, I'll take a 10% cut. You're doing all the work and I don't know shit about it."