I raised my right hand, placed my left on the Bible, promised to tell nothing but the truth so help me God and proceeded to do what I do best:
Lie my old white ass off....
...I'd been feeling pretty shitty about taking advantage of Deborah, even though it sure seemed she didn't mind it much. In fact, she seemed pleasantly surprised we had a connection, at least in the bedroom. Or more accurately, on the thin carpet of her living room. I'd never slept in her bed, and I had a feeling that was one thing I'd never have the pleasure of. The simple truth was an old fart like myself would never have a chance with a red-headed, leggy beauty like Deborah if it weren't for one little fact:
She owed me rent.
Before Deborah, I'd never had sex with a tenant. I'd never even dreamed of the possibility. It was strictly business, and business was good. I'd never had a tenant as beautiful as she was, though. She was sexy, desperate and broke, just trying to hang on long enough to win her custody battle with her ex. It was the perfect storm of temptation for a man like me; like a thief unable to walk past an unlocked, well maintained home. But, after my nefarious plan finally panned out the week before, I'd been fighting pangs of guilt over beers at my farm late at night.
That all changed when I got a courtesy call from my attorney. Bob mostly handled real estate for me. I owned quite a few homes, and a few large tracts of farm land. But this call wasn't about any of that.
"Dale Tanner wants you to testify against his ex...she's living in one of your rentals, right?" Bob asked.
"Yes," I said simply. I was on the back porch of the fishing cabin bordering the stocked pond on my farm. My father and I built it together decades ago, and now it was rarely used. I had a few lines out as the moon came up and was watching them intently as I popped another Budweiser. It went down smooth, just like Dale's ex."To what effect?"
"To the effect of her supposed tardiness to pay,' he replied on the other end. "He wants to show the court she can't take care of Chandra."
"She seems to take care of her kid quite well to me," I said honestly. Bob continued on. He had a great knack of tuning out anything I said that wasn't germane to the legal issues at hand. My opinion of how well Deb took care of her child wouldn't matter to the Judge. All they would want to hear from me was whether she was paying on time. If she couldn't pay her rent, how could she raise a child? He mixed in a lot of legal terms and jargon, but that question was the gist of his call.
"So, Joe," he continued. "Is she current and does she pay on time?"
I paused for a moment before answering, setting my beer down on an upturned wooden barrel next to the railing before checking my lines with a forefinger then returning to the call. Bob chose this time to remind me Dale Tanner was a powerful man in the county. There was no need to cross him over a minor affair. By now it wasn't minor anymore to me, though.
"I want to speak to him before I answer that,' I told my lawyer. He knew me well enough not to even try dissuading me from having a discussion with her ex. Obviously I paid Bob pretty well to have those discussions for me. But in this case, there was something pretty personal at stake now, and I wanted to be sure I understood the risks. Bob said his goodbyes and the line died.
The guilt I felt earlier in the week melted away after that phone call. I didn't appreciate Dale trying to rope me into his attempt to take Chandra away from Deb. Now, in exchange for sex, not only was I giving her a place to stay, I decided to blow Dale Tanner right out of the water in court if he was stupid enough to call me to the stand.
"So, what are you going to do now?" Deborah asked me looking up as she crouched on all fours between my legs as I lay flat on my back. She was stroking my shaft with one hand, nibbling my skin in that soft, sensitive area between my testicles and inner thigh, running her free hand through the thick, mostly gray hair that covered my abdomen, and staring up at me with those challenging, sparkling green eyes of hers. I was still coming down from an orgasm, having shot my load on her breasts a minute earlier. Some of my jizz was still clinging to her dimpled white chin, and she purposely refrained from wiping it off I think just to make me horny again.
"Do what I always do when I get sued," I answered honestly."Lie my ass off." That was one thing about being with Deborah: I could really be honest with her. We both knew our relationship was transactional. That automatically meant we were both a little bent in some way. Deborah laughed heartily, her green eyes dancing, then she kissed the tip of my cock.
"You really are something, Joe. I never knew that about you, before." She went down on me, deep throat skills on display as my cock disappeared behind a cascade of red hair that shielded her face from view as I held my breath. This was her game now, to torture me by milking me dry. She never let me cum just once. She came up for air, shaking her wonderful, milky white ass cheeks in the air, and finally wiping my jizz off her chin with the back of her wrist. Deborah had a sexy way of moving her ass side to side and keeping it pointed high in the air when she sucked my cock. "I always heard you turned into an asshole after your wife died." I winced."Is that true? They say you were pretty nice before..."
I guess she took my silence for anger, but I was really just staring at her milky ass cheeks.
"Sorry, Joe." She looked pained at my expression, and rose up to plant a kiss on my cheek her great ass disappearing, replaced by a wondrous view of her breasts and extended nipples dangling over my face. Kisses on the lips were forbidden. "You want to stop?"
"Fuck no!" I grabbed her breasts which were dangling just above my chin and squeezed tight, drawing a healthy oohing sound from her."And I was an asshole long before Mary passed away. If she were here, she would tell you that much, trust me."
"Good...fuck me." She was stroking my cock, getting it hard again, somehow. Some women just have that innate ability with a man. Deb really didn't do anything special it seemed. But I could shoot a massive wad and ten minutes later she would casually, without much effort, have me ready for more. Sometimes, after she blew me to that first orgasm she would just slide up beside me, wrap me in her arms and lie still. Only she really wasn't ever still. Her toes, legs, fingers on my back, nails, breath on my chest, nipples scraping my own, sweat soaked hair in my face, always seemed to be doing something, making little, imperceptible moves quite on their own, even if Deb was quiet as a mouse. It was impossible for me to be in her presence without getting aroused. I rolled her onto her back, kissed her damp vagina, then rolled her over again to do the same to her tight little asshole.
All of which led to one question: why the hell would any man walk out on all this?
I pushed that question rudely into one corner of my sex addled brain, then shoved three fingers into her now dripping cunt while still working my tongue around her anus. She crooned and her voice cracked like a singer belting out a a brand new song she couldn't quite master. Her head lifted, she looked straight up at the ceiling, eyes rolling back.
"Oh God, that feels s-so fucking good!" In response I grabbed a fistful of damp red hair laying atop her naked back, gave it a tug and told her to fuck herself. She moaned, and did just that for several minutes, writhing and twisting against the old, gnarly knuckles of my crooked fingers while I held them tight against her now dripping pussy, taking a rest as she worked herself into a frenzy. Every once in awhile I'd give her ass a sharp little slap just to watch those milky cheeks bounce. Then I pressed a fingertip into her anus, and she howled like a dog in heat inside the doublewide.
"Fuck, fuck....ummm...fuck!" In bed, she had a really dirty mouth, especially when she was excited like this. Of course, we weren't in bed. We were on the floor of her living room fucking like furry little mammals. She was gasping out an orgasm, head resting on her arms, ass and pussy pushed up and outward, right in my face, everything happily, willingly exposed, to do with as I pleased. I jammed my meat inside her vagina, not expecting much friction.
It was dripping wet, and warm, I expected her to be loose inside, her vaginal walls open wide with excitement. And it was at first. My cock went right in, but then, she moaned, moved her hips just a bit, sweeping her hair off one shoulder so she could look back at me with a lurid smile, and her pussy clamped down tight as if my invading fingers had never been there at all.
"Jesus!" It was my turn to be throttled sexually. My tachometer bottomed out in the red. She clamped on with those thighs, and I couldn't help exploding after just a few hungry strokes. Feeling it coming, Deborah thankfully wiggled free--neither of us needed any accidental additions to our families-- and rolled over just in time to catch my jizz on her flat, smooth belly before I collapsed panting beside her atop the thick comforter she laid out earlier to serve as a fucking station on her floor. We lay under the ceiling fan for a good ten minutes, catching our breath.
Deborah rolled into me on one shoulder, buried her face in my hairy white chest, then gave my chin a quick, warm kiss. For a moment her lips tarried awfully close to my own, and I wondered if that last intimate wall was about to break. Then I felt her lips brush my chin, and she rose to her feet. She disappeared into her bathroom, letting the shower water run. Ten minutes later she came back, and I hadn't moved an inch.
