The Tenant Pt 02

MARIA

Shekar's been their tenant for two months now, and the man was growing bolder every passing day. The lechery was there to stay. That much was clear. But his boldness had gone beyond that, and now he acted like he owned the place.

Some days Maria would find him on the porch, playing cards with some unsavory characters. Other days he would be enjoying a girly magazine on her sofa, scratching his balls while he did so. "Ichaya, say something," she would tell her husband. But his response was always, "He's not doing anyone any harm. Just let him be."

The first week of September had passed, but Shekar still hadn't paid the rent for August. Evicting that bastard is an option, thought Maria. She was in her classroom now, supervising an exam.

"Give me the rent or pack up your bags and leave," she said out loud, causing some students to look up from their exam sheets.

Maria did not want to evict her first tenant, but there wasn't any other way. It was not like she could confront him and make him stop his degeneracy. That might make it worse. Her husband was not going to say anything, and she could not go to the police either. What was she going to say? That her tenant's a serial masturbator?

Maria sighed. Feeling a bit light-headed, she wiped her forehead with a kerchief and adjusted her blouse to breathe easier. I am getting fatter, she thought. I need to watch what I eat.

She got off of work at her usual time in the evening. Stopping at a grocery store, she bought some plantains, and it was half-past five when she reached home. "I'm going to ask him for the rent. Give me the rent or pack up your bags and leave. That's what I'll say."

Maria opened the front door with apprehension, not knowing what the bastard did today. The hall was quiet. But the bathroom light was on. Must be another masturbation session, she shrugged helplessly. Maria unslung her bag and set it down on the sofa. Two unfamiliar drinking glasses on the table caught her eye. Taking one in her hand, she examined it closely. It was not hers, and there was a strong alcoholic smell to it.

"Oh, Mrs. Maria, I didn't know you were here," came a voice from behind her.

Maria turned around and froze.

Water ran down Shekar's semi-erect cock and dripped to the floor. The hair around it was a thick bush, wet and wild, and plastered to his crotch. It was the biggest cock she had ever seen, more than half the length of his thigh. Maria realized belatedly that she had stared a second too long, and turned around embarrassed.

She heard footsteps approaching. "Let me take that," he said, taking the glass from her, and grazing her chest with a wet hand. She felt her body growing hotter, and the hairs on her arms stood up excitedly. Maria looked down and saw that he had wrapped himself in a towel, a bulge now visible. He took the other glass from the table, smiled, and walked upstairs.

SHEKAR

The mind games continue, Shekar mused as he walked upstairs. He was wonderfully aware of the big dong he had and was pleased with his interaction with Maria today. That woman has to know what she is missing.

Another game was also at play. Maria's blouses. He had some of the stitching redone to make them tighter. Now when she wore them, her breasts would spill out, revealing an ample amount of cleavage. He was making her a slut, and she did not even know it.

MARIA

Maria lay on the bed on her side, looking at her wedding picture framed on the wall. It was only a week ago that she found it in the trash bin, covered in cum. Even now, the stains stood out stark in the moonlight.

To her left, she heard a groan as her husband tried to unhook her bra. The man has been fucking her for the last eight years, and even now, he fumbled with her bra. Why did I marry him? Why am I even trying make a child with him?

Her bra was pulled off of her melons and tossed to the floor. The sucking and the fondling ensued, to which she gave a practiced moan, fake enough to be in a porn movie. With his mouth at her nipples, Jude squirmed on top of her, trying to push down his boxers. Maria felt his penis against her thigh and could not help but compare it to Shekar's. Side by side, their proportional difference was that of a toothpick and a pencil. It was this she thought of when he started penetrating her.

A knock sounded at the door. Three loud raps. Jude stopped his thrusts and turned towards it. Maria's heart was pounding, and it was not because of the sex. For a second, she forgot that they did not live alone in this house.

"It's Shekar," came his voice from behind the door. "I have the rent money."

Jude pulled up his boxers and climbed from the bed. "I'm coming," he said.

"Ichaya," Maria called softly. "I'm naked here."

"Cover yourself with the bedsheets then," he said, putting on his shorts.

SHEKAR

An exhausted Jude in shorts opened the door. The room was dark, but Shekar could see the shape of Maria on the bed.

"So, you have the rent then?" said the little man, impatiently. Shekar shifted his eyes back to Jude and held up the money in his hand. Jude made a motion to grab it, but Shekar stopped him short.

"Can you switch on the lights?" he asked. "I need to count it one more time. You can never be too sure."

"Of course," said Jude, switching on the lights.

Shekar got hard immediately. Maria was sitting on the bed with sheets up to her chest. Her nightie was a pile at her foot, and her bra was on the floor. The sheets wrapped around the shape of her breasts like a second skin and further down parted to reveal a scandalous amount of leg. She quickly covered it and glared at him.

"Take your time, good sir," said Jude sarcastically. It was now Shekar's turn to glare, making the man shiver in his shorts. He gave Jude his due, and after one last look at the woman, he left.

MARIA

Maria had to throw the plantains in the dustbin the next day since they reminded her so much of Shekar's cock. She was now downright scared to be alone in the house with him.

Maria never saw him in the morning. She assumed that he was fast asleep after his night shifts. The evenings were the problem. Maria came home at five in the evening and her husband at seven. For two hours she was alone in the house with Shekar. Even though her husband was a weakling, knowing that she was not alone was a comfort. Maria had to find a way to keep herself busy elsewhere until seven.

Luckily, the Annual School Day was coming up, and she had volunteered to help with the preparations. That pushed back her getting-home time by a good few hours. Maria realized that she was giving Shekar too much authority in her own house. But what could she do about it?

A week passed thus without her seeing much of Shekar. Her plan had worked but the brute never left her mind entirely. Maria was in her classroom on a bright Thursday morning, walking down a narrow space between two rows of desks. She was reciting the poem Dover Beach by Matthew Arnold.

"With tremulous cadence slow, and bring," Maria recited, her eyes on the book and her mind far away in Shekar territory. When she looked up from the book for a second, she noticed that some of the students had their eyes glued to her chest. She glanced down to see that her saree had parted to reveal some cleavage.

Little Shekars, all of them, she thought. These blouses are getting too tight. She pulled at the fringes of her saree and covered her chest.

"The eternal note of sadness in," she continued. "So-cock-oles long ago," she said and paused, realizing her mistake. Laughter burst to her left, and Ashok, a student, murmured, "She said COCK," his voice losing its control at the word. Titters ringed out from that epicenter, and soon the entire class was laughing at her tongue-slip.

"Silence!" she yelled. The laughter died out quickly.

Maria turned to the student who laughed first. "Stand up, Ashok."

The boy stood up with his face downcast and screwed up in an effort to hold his laughter at bay. "What's so funny?" she asked.

Ashok took a deep breath. "Nothing, ma'am," he answered. Maria heard some smothered laughter from all around her. This infuriated her further.

"Are you mad then? Laughing without reason?"

Ashok looked up, intend on saying something, then looked down, then looked up again and said: "I thought... the way you said Sophocles was really funny... ma'am."

Maria exhaled furiously. "What was so funny about it?" Now Maria was employing the usual student intimidation tactics and honestly did not think that the boy would dare the risk of offending her. There was some hesitance, but he said it all the same.

"You said So-COCK-oles." Ashok chortled, and the rest of the class joined him. Maria blushed a dark pink. She had to do something to save her face, at least the remains of it. Stressed as she was, this was her breaking point. The slap she gave echoed in the room, and the boy staggered sideways. Oh, God! That's not what I should have done, she thought.

Half-an-hour later, she was in the headmaster's office, slumped in a chair with her head bowed. Across the table, the headmaster was fuming, his eyes leering at her from behind his rimless spectacles.

"Did you do this out of spite?" he asked.

"I... I don't understand, sir," she said, wiping the beads of sweat on her forehead and adjusting her blouse.

"I'm asking if you did this out of spite. I fired your husband for his distasteful name-calling, and here you are, acting like a rebel, abusing the students physically. You think I won't fire you or something? Or do you want me to fire you?"

"I'm really sorry, sir. I don't know what happened today. The boy was disrespectful and I was really stressed, and... and... I can promise you that it won't happen again."

The headmaster stared at her in silence, his eyes dropping to her chest now and then. Maria shifted in her seat.

"You look stressed," he said. "Why don't you go home," he stood up. "Take rest. Do yoga or something."

"Sir, but I..."

"Just listen to what I say!" he raised his voice. "You should be thankful that I'm not suspending you. Now go home for today. There are other things that require my attention."

Shekar was on her mind the way home. A parasite he was, latching onto her subconscious like a nasty tick. Till now, the school was the one place where she felt free and relaxed. But now, even that was taken from her. The entire class laughed at her today, and they will remember her mistake forever as a Freudian slip. They will probably even give her a nickname. Something slutty and unimaginative. And Shekar was the one to blame.

Maria reached home at two in the afternoon. From the outside, the house looked peaceful and idyllic. But if you looked closely, you could see large shadows gliding on the frosted window glass of the first-floor bedroom. It was enough to send a chill through her.

Maria closed the front door and entered apprehensively. Loud music was coming from upstairs, accompanied by laughs and shouts. It sounded like a party. Maria stood listening for a while, then crossed the hall to her bedroom.

A wail came then, rolling down the stairs and resounding in the hall. AHH... OHH. It almost sounded like a moan. Maria stopped in her tracks and looked at the menacing stairs that led to the first floor. The chills came for her again. Fear trumped her curiosity, and she decided against going upstairs. It's none of my business, she thought. Another wail was heard then. She held the key to the hole and looked at the stairs again. Thinking, deliberating.

No, no, what am I doing, Maria thought. He is getting bolder because of my meekness. I shouldn't be scared. There are laws in this country to protect women from perverts like him. I should remind him that. Now is the time to be assertive. This is my house, and he needs to go by my rules.

Maria suddenly felt very brave. She left her handbag on the sofa and proceeded up the stairs. Calm down, Maria, she said to herself. Let him know you're in charge. Tell him to turn the noise down. That's what landladys do.

Maria reached the landing and pulled at the edges of her blouse. Breathe, Maria, breathe. The first floor consisted of a large hall with two rooms on either side. Shekar used one as a bedroom, and the other he had converted into a kitchen. The door to the bedroom was closed, and music boomed from the inside. Taking a deep breath, Maria pushed the door open and a second later wished that she hadn't.

The loud music came from a stereo kept on the windowsill. But no one would have been looking at that. Five naked men stood at the foot of the bed with their backs to her, obstructing her view. Maria started breathing hard, her hand reaching up to her beating heart. A slapping sound resounded in the room, intermingled with moans and grunts. Ungh! Slap! Slap! Ooh! Aah! Slap! Ungh! Slap! Ungh!

One of the men moved away, and Maria had a clear view of the scene. On the bed was a thin naked man in a brassiere, bouncing up and down on Shekar's cock. His eyes were closed in pleasure, and his cock dangled up, down, and sideways as the brute drilled him from his lying position. Maria wanted to look away, but she was unable to, and her feet remained stuck to the ground.

"What a horny sissy you are!" said Shekar. "Ungh! Ungh!"

A man with a tattooed body moved to the side of the bed. He grabbed a handful of the sissy's hair and thrust his erect cock into his mouth. It was a vile scene. The air itself was stale and revolting. The sissy was on all fours now, servicing the cock of the tattooed man with his lipstick smudged lips while Shekar took him from behind. Then, he saw her, and the music stopped.

"Mrs. Maria? What are you doing here?" asked Shekar, taking his wet cock out of the sissy's butthole. It made a sound, like when you pop a champagne bottle. Maria stood frozen. Everyone turned their attention to her, except the sissy, who was eagerly sucking the man's cock.

"I... I came to..." Four men walked towards her, hands on their erect dicks. Maria's lips quivered and she was breathing harder, like she had run a mile and a half. "I came to..." She pulled at her blouse that was drenched in her sweat and felt herself getting light-headed. Shekar got off the bed, and she could see cum clinging to his hairy belly. Maria's vision blurred then, and darkness closed in on her. The last thing she remembered was the tiled floor rushing up to kiss her.

SHEKAR

He was surprised when he got the call from Alex. He wanted to meet up and asked for Shekar's address. Alex was his cellmate in prison, and it took no time at all for Shekar to turn him into his bitch. He was in his late twenties and had a tall and lean built. A completely submissive guy. As Shekar understood it, he was in prison for some lame white-collar crime.

Alex came in the morning, the day after the call. There was no one else in the house at that time. Shekar opened a bottle of rum to get over some of the awkwardness, him being Alex's former master and all.

Here's the thing. Shekar had a policy. What happens in prison stays in prison. He used Alex for his needs, and nothing more needs to be said about it. But that was the opposite of how Alex felt. He said that he could not look at women the same way after what Shekar did to him. "But I'm okay with that," he said. "Just let me be your bitch again."

Shekar would have said 'no'. But the submissive tone in his voice was so arousing. Besides, he hadn't fucked anyone in a while. So a release of any kind was hard to turn down, even if he had to release inside a dude's butt. And so he did. Twice in the morning, twice in the afternoon, and once more in the evening. He took a long shower after and that was when Maria caught him naked.

Alex called again about a gangbang idea, and Shekar was more than happy to oblige. He had done it with an old flame of his and didn't imagine this being much different. Shekar invited some of his goon buddies, and they were all sharing the grateful sissy butt when Maria barged in unannounced, only to faint moments later.

"Shekar, man, what a charakku (hottie). Let's have her man," said Ravi, one of Shekar's friends.

"No, no, no," said Shekar. "I told you before. I will turn her into my slut soon, and only then can you have her."

Shekar crouched on the floor next to the unconscious Maria. He was trying to determine why she fainted. Did the gangbang shock her that much? He heaved and turned Maria around on her back. She was sweating like crazy and her face had turned dark. The blouse, he remembered. The blouse was too tight.

"Come on, Shekar," said Ravi. "Let us have some fun with her."

"I won't let you touch her," said Shekar. He reached out and felt the buttons of her blouse. "But I will let you have some fun."

MARIA

Maria woke to the sprinkling of water on her face. Shekar and some other men were looking down at her. The brute held a glass of water. "You okay, Mrs. Maria?" he asked. "You fainted. We carried you downstairs." The men standing around him gave a sly grin.

"I'm... okay," she said, trying to make sense of her surroundings. She was lying on her sofa, and her head hurt like it had split open. She prodded her forehead with a finger and hissed in pain.

"We are going to leave you now. If you need something just call us, okay?"

Maria tried to remember what happened. She sat up straight on the sofa and looked at the time. It was half-past three. She remembered going up to Shekar's at two. What was she doing there all this time?

Her memory came back to her in pieces. Flashes of hairy bodies and veiny cocks hit her suddenly, and she hugged herself for comfort. That is when she felt a wetness. Maria looked down to find some of her blouse buttons undone, and there was cum sticking to her bra. As she recovered more of her senses, she felt a wetness on her face too. Not just her face, but her hands, her belly, they were all covered in cum. Laughter rang from upstairs, and she flinched in terror, her gaze fixed on the dark stairway.