Chapter 2
"Huff....huff.....huff....." Steve panted, clutching Amrita's dark pony tail as he drove deeply into the woman. Amrita had dropped by her landlord Steve's apartment today for one of their "sessions," part of an arrangement where Steve returned some of her family's rent money to her in exchange for some....private dates....together in Steve's abode.
"OOOOooooo...." Amrita moaned, clearly enjoying the hard thrusting she was being subjected to. Steve had her bent over one of his kitchen counters, her short skirt flipped up over her back and her little thong panty pushed to the side to allow Steve to enter her.
Amrita had been quietly enjoying their sessions over the last few weeks, in part because her husband Ravi was consistently mean and aggressive to her. Even naughtier for the woman was the fact that she had been partaking in her sessions with Steve without any birth control.
"Huhhh..." she gasped after a particularly enthusiastic push. She clutched the edges of the counter for stability under Steve's onslaught.
"Ohhh.....gawd.....here it comes, honey....." Steve panted, pumping deeply into the dark beauty.
"HAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!!" he shouted, bucking his hips so hard the woman's lower body was lifted a little, her feet rising up on their toes. Amrita imagined the hot gush of seed that Steve was unloading into her body, and smiled thinking of how her asshole of a husband was oblivious to the fact that another man was just now inseminating her.
"Huhhh...." Another, little thrust emptied what was left in Steve far up into Amrita. Steve ran his hands down the woman's tight back muscles and wrapped them around her front, caressing her breasts as he lifted her to standing, and slipped out of the woman. Amrita stood and stretched like a cat, clasping her hands and extending her bangled arms up over her head, arching her back and jutting her tight little ass out as her skirt flipped back down.
"MMMMmmmmmmm.....Feels good to have session," she smirked.
"Yeah, see?" Steve asked. "Nice arrangement. Tiring for you though, I'll bet, probably getting too much sex?"
Amrita cocked a slim eyebrow on her pretty face at Steve.
"Oh please..." she smiled coyly. "Husband and I have sex only once a month maybe. I come see you few times a week...if I get baby, is yours. In fact...." She looked off into the distance, "My cycle is supposed to be 2 days ago. Is not here. Maybe you give Ravi and me a baby!"
"Whooaaa!" Steve gasped. "I.....uh....." not really knowing what to say.
"Do not worry about it..." the married woman mumbled. "Ravi will think it is his." Amrita winked at Steve, then slipped out of his apartment.
Several weeks later, Steve was looking over his schedule for the morning when he heard a knock at his door. Opening the door, he found one of his tenants standing there in a suit and tie.
"Hey Dean, how's it going?' Steve greeted.
"Hi Steve," Dean responded. "Just on my way to the office. I just wanted to let you know that our kitchen sink's pipes are leaking again. Mary had to mop up this morning before taking Cody to school. I know that you're only a landlord, but isn't your kind supposed to be good with tools?" the smirk on Dean's face rankled Steve.
[What a stuck-up asshole] thought Steve. But what he said was, "Ahhh, shit, Ok, those pipes have been causing trouble for a long time. I'll probably be able to whip up there maybe this afternoon to fix 'em up. You're in 1302, right?"
"Yep, ok get to it then!" Dean smiled as he strutted off towards the parking garage door.
Later in the day, Steve looked at his cellphone. "1:00, ahh, I'd better get to work." Gathering his tool box, he headed up to apartment 1302. Dean was gone, his kid Cody was at school, and Dean's wife Mary was probably at the mall again. Steve fumbled for his skeleton key and opened the door, letting him into the unit. As the door closed gently behind him, he heard the telltale sound of huffing and puffing coming from deeper in the apartment.
"Uuuunn.....uuuunnnn....aaahhhhhh...." gasping moans filled the hallway leading to the bedrooms, a man's and woman's voice clearly deep in the mating ritual.
[Shit, why didn't Dean tell me he'd be back early today?] Steve thought. Unless it was some of the building's teens who had forced their way into an apartment they knew would be empty to get naughty in? Boy, their parents would flip. Steve thought he'd better get some proof in case things went south. Amid the panting, groaning noises, he opened the film app on his phone, started it going, and turned the corner into the master bedroom.
"Gasp....aaahhh...aaaahhhh.....oooohhhhh...." A beautiful, long haired blond was sitting up, nude, straddling a man on the marital bed. Her shimmering golden hair cascaded in waves down her supple back as her tight, hourglass form undulated on the naked guy underneath her. Steve's film app was capturing it all.
"What the!!!! Holy fuck!!!!" the guy yelled, seeing Steve, and Mary whipped her head around to finally discover Steve standing there.
"OH MY GOD!!!" Mary hollered, leaping off the guy and grabbing at her robe, which was lying in a heap at the foot of the bed. She threw the robe around her milky white shoulders and covered her ample breasts. "What the hell are you doing here, Steve!????"
Steve looked down at the bed. The man struggling to sit up was not Dean. It was Andy from across the hall! A glistening condom covered his shaft, which was now deflating after Andy's shock had set in.
"Oh geez.....sorry guys!" Steve said, shutting off the camera app. "Mary! Sorry! Didn't Dean tell you I would be by to fix the sink pipes??"
"SHIT....no he didn't," Mary almost sobbed. "Look, you.....you never saw anything here, ok? Ok Steve? Nothing happened here!"
"Look, um, it's none of my business, ok? But, Andy, you'd better clear out of here. What if I was Dean? Andy, your wife Jen would freak! She'd throw you out if she knew!"
"Steve, don't tell anyone, ok? I was never here!" Andy tried. He quickly gathered up his clothes and quickly dressed on his way to the door. "I'm gone....uh.....bye Mary!"
"Look, I'm just gonna get to work, ok?" Steve told Mary. He retreated from the bedroom and moved into the kitchen, opening up the sink's cupboard and leaning into his work on the pipes.
About 10 minutes later, Mary padded into the kitchen, dressed now in tight yoga-pants that showed off the stunning curves of her long legs, and a tight t-shirt. She knelt down at the sink next to Steve.
"Look......Steve....about that...." Mary started. "you can't tell Dean, ok? It would tear our family apart. You don't want Cody to have divorced parents, do you? And Dean and I have been trying for another. Please, ok? Please erase those pictures and keep it to yourself?"
Steve struggled out from under the sink. "Well, I don't know, Mary," he said, playing his cards 'close to the chest.' "I mean, Andy's wife Jen is cool, I wouldn't want her getting hurt..." he looked up at Mary's worried face, probing for more response.
"Ok..." she continued, "look.....I wouldn't even have been fucking that loser unless I was in trouble. I....I'm in a bit of trouble, ok Steve? I've gotten in a little over my head with some debts. Dean gets to go off to his office every day, and me? I get to sit here and do housework. Well.....I started to play some games online and stuff...." Mary clasped one hand to her other arm's elbow and looked down at the floor, blushing, "and I ended up in some debt from gambling. Dean is going to kill me. I don't want to tell him. He's always going on about responsibility with money to Cody. So Andy was hitting on me once or twice, and I hinted to him that if he wanted to help me fill my wallet up, he could also fill....."
"...YOU up..." Steve finished for her.
"Ok, ok, it was stupid," Mary whined. "But he was going to give me a few hundred dollars..."
"Mary, you know, you could have come to ME for help!" Steve said, "I'm the landlord! I take $2 500 a month from you in rent!"
"You would.....you would help me?" Mary nervously asked.
"Well, there is this little program I could extend to you," Steve began. He had film of Mary fucking the guy from across the hall, so Steve thought he could get a little bolder than usual.
"Mary, what if you and I had a couple of....you know......private sessions......per week, and I could find my way to taking a few hundred dollars from your rent and slipping that back to you each month? You come see me a couple times a week, you get to handle your debt...." Steve looked at Mary. The woman was clearly thinking things through, doing the math.
"YOU....you want to....have "sessions" with me?" she frowned. "How is that different from Andy? Gawd....you men......" she glared.
"Well, one of the obvious differences is that I've got film of you riding Andy like a horse," Steve reminded her. "I doubt Dean would like to see it, but that could happen..."
"SHIT.....ok.....ok....you've gotta let me think about it, ok? You're actually blackmailing me, you son of a bitch!!??" Mary growled.
"Well not really..." Steve suggested, "I'm not going to make you do anything you don't consent to, ok? This would be your choice."
"SHIT......" Mary raged. She got up and left the kitchen, letting Steve finish his work.
On the way out, Steve found Mary sitting on the couch watching TV, but by the frown on her face, she wasn't focussing on it.
"Listen, I'm done here, ok?" Steve said. I'll be in my apartment. You think about it and let me know, ok? It's Wednesday, maybe let me know by Saturday what you wanna do?" he left without Mary saying anything back.
By Thursday evening, Mary had made up her mind. Just before supper, she approached Steve's apartment door. Suddenly, the door opened and a pretty Indian woman almost staggered out, a small baby bump stretching the lower area of her t-shirt. Mary thought she recognized the woman from around her building. Noticing Mary, the Indian woman quickly averted her gaze and plodded off down the hallway, still almost staggering. Mary noticed the woman's slightly tousled hair and glazed look in her eyes.
[If I didn't know any better....] Mary thought, [I'd say that's the look of a freshly-fucked woman!]
