About two years ago I had the opportunity to buy my first rental house. A friend went off the deep end, stopped paying his mortgage, doing drugs etc. We met up one day and he agreed to let me buy it out from under him to avoid foreclosure. Not a bad transaction. Tax value of $210k, estimated sale value of around $240k. All for just under $160k! Not bad for a day's work. My friend? Went back home to get help from his parents. Pathetic at 40.
I cleaned the place up nicely, and then went about trying to rent it out until I could sell it. I got really lucky, the third people to look at it were Heather and Mike, a nice couple just moving to Denver from somewhere in the Midwest. I I didn't realize it at the time, but there were actually three of them including Heather's daughter Taylor who came and went between college semesters.
Things went along well for about 8 months, and then the rent payments started coming in late. I didn't complain at first as they included the late charges without objection. Then come June, they started short paying by about $200 each month. This went on for 2 months before I sent a strongly worded letter, then nothing. No payment, no phone call, nothing. I called a couple of times, left a message or two, then contacted my attorney so I knew what was involved in eviction. Bummer. They seemed like such a responsible, nice couple.
After about 5 messages I started driving by the house at different times, hoping to catch one of them at home. After three days of nothing but a dark house I started coming by earlier in the morning, then later at night. Eventually I caught them. At about 4:30am Mike would slip out, leaving the lights off. He walked down the street to where he had parked his car. I guess he thought this would keep me from blocking him in or something.
Shortly after Mike left I could see a faint glow in one of the windows I knew to be the master bath. I could see how hard they had tried to black out the window, I guess they didn't realize that the paper they used wasn't all that solid, it glowed faintly from the light behind it.
With Mike out of the way I figured I would approach Heather. She would most likely be more reasonable than her Husband. Women in bad situations tend to be. I knocked on the door for a bit and rang the bell. No answer. I walked back out into the street and could see that she had turned off the light in the bathroom. Stupid girl.
After about 15 minutes of renewed pounding I guess she gave up. The door opened a crack and I could see Heathers tear stained face peering out.
Now, let me describe Heather. She is 34. I know, in stories like these the girl is supposed to be young, maybe 24, slender with massive tits and no brain. Well, that's not Heather. She is slender, and muscular with perfect handful breasts, but she is a well matured 34 year old woman who has taken impeccable care of her face and body.
Through the barely opened door I could see that she had done her hair and makeup, the latter a bit smeared from the tears I am sure came out when she realized it was me banging on the door. She had on a robe. Nothing spectacular, white with her initials in blue ink over her left breast. However, she hadn't pulled it all the way closed, so I could see the tops of her lovely firm breasts. Nice!
She didn't say a word, so I stepped up. 'Heather, what's going on with the rent? You short paid for a couple of months, and didn't send anything last month. What's the deal?'
'Rick, we don't have it, can't you just leave us alone?'
I think she knew it didn't work that way. What is it with some people? Just because I own and they rent from me doesn't mean that I am flush with cash. Heck, I still had a small mortgage on the place, AND plans to buy more real estate as my savings grew.
'Heather, you have to pay me what you owe me, and move out if you can't make the rent. What's going on? Things seemed great at first, your credit was stellar.'
'Damn it Rick' she said. 'Things are tough. Mike got let go, can't find anything else and I only make enough to cover our living expenses and part of the rent. I have a new thing I am trying, getting some money, but not quite enough. I don't know what to do....' Tears rolling down her pretty face.
'Heather, what is the new thing you have going?'
'well............' blushing deeply 'I am doing erotic massages'.
??????????? This got my attention!
'Heather, that's interesting! With your looks I am sure you will make a killing. How's it going so far?'
Oddly this seemed to perk her up, I guess somewhere deep inside was a little girl that loved attention.
'Good. I have been doing it for about 3 weeks now, making steady money, but not enough! I think we can start making short payments again, but we always seem to be about $200 short.'
'What do you charge?'
'A hundred dollars, plus tips. Since I don't go all the way, I usually only get about $120 per client. In the past three weeks I have had 11 clients. One has come back twice so maybe I am on to something. It makes me feel dirty and I don't really like most of the guys I see, but it may help us pay the bills. '
'Heather, at that rate you should be able to pay the rent, but I'm not sure how you will make up the 2 months short pay and the month you skipped. $1,800 is a lot to come up with. What are you going to do about that?'
The spark drained out of her eyes as I said this, I could see that she had gotten carried away, forgetting that I was not her friend, but her landlord.
'Heather, how about me? Why not make me a client to work off some of what you owe each month?'
'You would do that? But what about your wife? I thought you were happily married.........'
'I am Heather, but what the fuck. Shelley doesn't seem to have much of a sex drive these days and I like the way you look. Plus, I figure if you owe me you will put a little more into it. Am I right?'
We went back and forth like this for a while. Slowly she warmed to the idea, but wanted to keep it secret from her husband. I wasn't sure why.
'Let's go now Heather, any reason I can't have a sample to cover the interest on what you owe?'
She hesitated, then looked at her feet and said 'can we do this later?'
'No Heather, I need some sort of payment or I have to start eviction. 'I said with a firm tone. 'Open your robe, let me see more of you.'
She opened the door and motioned for me to come inside. Refusing as I grasped her wrist and said 'No Heather, let me see you here and now. Your neighbors aren't my problem.'
Looking mortified, but knowing that she had to please me she tugged at the belt on her robe, letting it fall open, revealing two firm perky breasts, each the size of a large grapefruit. Lovely! As a bonus I could see that she had not put on any panties, and I could just barely see between her legs. Shaved. Obviously part of her morning routine. Perfect.
'Ok Heather, let's up the ante a bit.'
'I understand' she said giving in. I released her and she stepped back into the room and dropped the robe, she bit her lip trying not to cry. Her firm breasts bounced to attention, her dark nipples firm and erect. A single blue vein moving through the soft tissue in her left breast.
Pushing her back with my right hand I entered my rental house and gathered her into an embrace. She returned my kiss, at first softly but then with the abandon of a wanton slut. Perfect.
I kept pushing her backwards until she was laying back in a large recliner in the living room, still deep kissing me as I lean over her luscious body. My hands lightly touch each breast my right leg pressing against her bare pussy between her legs. It's warmth radiating easily through my jeans.
My hands begin exploring every curve, eventually covering her shaved pussy, one finger easily slipping into her wet depths. 'Please don't,' she sobbed, jerking as my fingers brushed her wet cunt. 'Don't touch me there, please, I'm not supposed to..... Please!' Even as she begged for me not to, her clit throbbed against my hand, her legs jerking. There was clearly an ache deep inside her that begged to be filled, that begged for my fingers to slide deep inside her warm, wet pussy.
'But you're so wet,' I told her, sinking one finger inside her smoothly, heedless of her begging. 'Your mouth says no, but your pussy wants attention.'
'Your cunt is sopping Heather, does that mean you like me?' I ask with a grin.
