The Town – Part 2 by Stone Kidman
Rent Check
Just a few minutes after Judy pulled down the driveway, her husband Craig senior pulled up, coming from the other direction. His pick-up truck careened down the street before screeching up his driveway. The forty-five year old man limped out before he staggered into the palatial home. Kimmy was still munching on her breakfast and glanced up at her father in shock when Craig collapsed into the chair at the table.
“Mistah Lord, wha’happun to ja,” the Jamaican maid said in shock. The older white man looked like he’d been in a car accident. His polo shirt was haphazardly hanging off his chest and he sported several bruises on his face with his slacks torn in a couple places with his belt undone. He panted, still trying to catch his breath, before he reached out to accept a cup of coffee from the maid.
“Da-ad,” Kimmy said, indifferent to her father’s demeanor, “mom told you to drive me to school. Are you going to be long? I don’t want to be late,” the obnoxious teen said in a sing-songy voice while Craig Senior closed his eyes. His head still hurt but not as much as his rear end. The stinging in his behind reminded him how much had happened within the last hour.
“Yeah, what’cha want,” Denaya Brown had said when she opened the door. Craig had stood on the step, wearing his white immaculate polo shirt with blue lettering Lord Property Management on the pocket area. He held a clipboard with a pen as he scrolled the list of names and addresses.
“Good morning…Ms. Brown,” Craig said as he found Denaya’s name next to her address on the clipboard. “I’m here to collect your rent for this month,” he continued without glancing up from the clipboard. The scrawny older man was the antithesis of his son; whereas Junior was a fit 6’02” and 170 pounds with a full head of hair, his father was a shrimpy 5’07” and 150 pounds with his dark brown hair receding to expose half of his scalp; giving him a horseshoe hairline.
“Don’t act dumb, honkey,” Denaya stated as she leaned against her doorframe. The 5’09” dark skinned black woman was a curvy 165 pounds with enormous 38F cups. It was only seven in the morning and she had thrown on a flimsy white tank top over the purple booty shorts she normally wore to bed.
“I don’t know what you mean, ma’am,” Craig said, his voice feigning ignorance. “If you’re short on the rent, we can extend a grace period…,” he paused and hoped Denaya would choose this recourse.
“Or what, white man,” she smirked, “is there another option you’re fit to tell me?” Craig swallowed hard and tried to use a deep baritone instead of his nasally voice. “Or, rather than evict you, we have a policy that the tenant can compete with the landlord in a sexfight. Should you win this contest, you will have your rent waived for the remainder of the month but if you lose, you will have a single day to pay the rent or face immediate eviction, unless you choose to compensate the landlord through personal means.”
“This ain’t my first dance, honkey,” Denaya said, clucking her tongue disrespectfully, “now get your ass in here so I can make you my bitch again.” Craig felt his stomach clench as he reluctantly walked into the small single family home. He hated having to collect in the lower income neighborhoods but it was better to get the rougher tenants done first. Craig hoped he could get a head start if he faced his opponent before they had time to fully wake up, which is why he left home before Judy had gotten up for her peloton workout.
The pair moved into the spare bedroom; most homes that were rented out had a special padded room built to compete in. Practice was practically required in The Town as most disputes were settled through erotic combat. Craig pulled out his phone that used an app to not only record the official tenant matches, in case a sore loser protested, before he laid the device down on his clipboard.
“Ready for another beating, white boy,” Denaya asked with a chuckle as she closed the door behind her. Craig was halfway through pulling his polo shirt off and started to tell the black woman she had merely gotten lucky in their previous match last month, when Denaya kicked the older white man in the balls.
“Argh,” Craig grunted and bent over, almost falling to his knees, with one arm halfway out of his shirt. “Let’s get this party started,” the ebony milf cackled as she pulled Craig’s head between her thick thighs. He made whining sounds while Denaya squeezed him in her standing headscissors. “You thought you were gonna walk in and catch me slipping, faggot,” the ebony milf shouted down. She reached back to pull Craig’s short hair to keep him from escaping before Denaya grabbed the back of his underwear.
“Eep,” Craig squealed pitifully as the black woman tugged on his tighty whiteys. Denaya pulled too hard on her wedgie so that, along with Craig’s feeble attempts to try and free himself from the scissors, it caused the milf to lose her balance.
“Dumb motherfucker,” Denaya grumbled as she had to catch herself when she stumbled backwards on the gym mat that covered the floor of the eight foot room. She grabbed Craig by his shirt and pulled him up before she swung him by the shirt so he was whipped into the wall. He let out a groan as his back hit the thinly padded wall. It sent a jolt of electricity up his back and momentarily knocked the air out of him. “Oh god!” Craig exclaimed when Denaya stood up and rammed a knee into his balls. He bent over to clutch his family jewels again and inadvertently face-planted into his opponent’s cleavage.
“Oh is that what you wanted,” the black woman said and pulled her tank top off over her head, freeing her massive mammaries. “Is this why your pussy ass came over yesterday to give me a warning on the rent,” she asked before lifting Craig upright by his hair. “You lucky I sent my daughter to stay with my sister ‘cause I knew you were comin’ back for your monthly ass whoopin’,” she said and used her giant jugs like wrecking balls.
Denaya swung her full F cups back and forth as Craig’s face was beat with the meaty melons. The busty black woman held him steady as she went from hooks to using her breasts to slam uppercuts, which whipped Craig’s head back against the padded wall. His low groans were replaced by a girlish scream when Denaya grabbed his package through Craig’s tan slacks.
“I knew being beaten by my tits would get your little dick hard,” she said as she crushed his junk in her fist over the crotch of his pants until Craig’s legs gave out. His face sported bruises from her boobs and even a busted lip. The black woman mumbled how pathetic her white opponent was while she reached down to undo Craig’s belt before Denaya halfway tore his pants off.
“Dunno if your damn wife would even miss it,” Denaya said, clucking her tongue again, as she spread Craig’s legs after removing his slacks. “N-no…p-p-please,” he stammered but Denaya ignored the white man’s pleas and stomped her foot down on his groin. Craig flopped over and rolled around on the mat like he was on fire. He called Denaya a dirty nigger bitch, which she took exception to.
“Oh I know you didn’t want to make this personal, motherfucker,” she shouted and kicked Craig a couple times in the back and ribs. She stomped down on his stomach after he ceased his floundering around. The older white guy began making gagging sounds before Denaya sat down on his stomach. Much like his son, Craig senior was stretched out in a grapevine with the black woman’s breasts completely obscuring his head as Denaya waited for Craig to almost suffocate under her tits before she lifted up.
“Ready to give me free rent for a year, asshole?” she asked. Craig was too delirious to reply but when his unintelligible babbling didn’t result in the answer she wanted, the black woman went back to smother the older man with her dark orbs again. She would alternate by lifting up and swinging her tits hard enough to give Craig a black eye before Denaya sat up.
“I knew a bitch like you would get hard from getting beat by a real woman,” she said after Denaya spun around to see Craig’s erection tenting the front of his tighty whiteys. She readjusted her position to trap the white guy in a reverse headscissors; Denaya made sure to pull Craig’s face between her ass cheeks while she teased his stiffy.
“Surprised this works at all,” the ebony milf scoffed when she’d flick the five inch boner that twitched back and forth. His dick was sensitive from the repeated beating so Denaya enjoyed smacking and flicking the smallish cock as each blow would create different yelps and exasperated shouts. She would then pull his face deeper into her butt by his short hair before pouring on the pressure of the headscissors.
Despite his skull feeling like it was going to pop like a grape, Craig senior still thrust his hips up when Denaya would tease his dick by tracing the length with her finger before she’d inevitably slap the member. The black woman finally released the scissors before she sat back, obscuring the white guy’s head under her big bubble butt. She held his hands down to the mat while the black woman enjoyed calling Craig a pathetic wimp.
She noticed he’d thrust his crotch up when she’d emasculate him verbally. She wanted to see how far she could edge him verbally and glanced over her shoulder to grind her rear end against his face while she asked Craig if he liked being her bitch. She’d see his dick tremble and twitch when she’d call him her little ass fairy who wanted to get a real woman’s dick up his ass.
It looked like Craig was trying to arch up and buck the big black woman off but she’d let go of one of his hands to tweak his nipple. “You like that, faggot,” Denaya yelled over her shoulder, “you want mama to get her big strap on and dominate your pathetic white bussy?” She felt Craig moaning into her ass and went back to twisting his nipple harder.
“Show me what a little faggot you are and jerk your little dick off,” she barked. Sure enough Craig used his free hand to reach into his briefs and finish himself off. He came a dark spot on the front of his tighty whiteys, his body shaking with what Denaya thought was pleasure at first, until he went limp. She lifted her ass up and saw Craig was unconscious but despite that, the phone app registered his biometrics to signify Denaya won by forced orgasm.
It was a few minutes later when the black woman stood over Craig to slap him awake. “Rise and shine loser, time for your prize,” Denaya chuckled. She pulled Craig to his knees by his hair before the ebony milf ordered Craig to open his mouth. She had her black ten inch dildo strapped to a harness around her hips like a belt. This wasn’t the first time Craig had heard those instructions but he tentatively parted his lips to suck on the tip before Denaya shoved the dildo deeper.
“Take it all, you know you love it, faggot,” she laughed. Denaya used a handful of his short hair to bob Craig’s head on her dildo. Although he initially gagged, soon the older white man was deepthroating the rubber dick. After it was dripping with his saliva, Denaya told Craig to get on his belly. He again reluctantly turned around and laid down on the mat while the ebony milf kneeled behind him.
“Tell me how bad you want it,” Denaya said and slapped Craig on the ass. “I want it in me, mommy,” he said, half sobbing with shame. “That’s right, bitch,” she said laughing as the initial push into the white guy’s ass made Craig squeal from shock. “That’s why I call this The Evictor,” she laughed, “it’s going to pound the shit out of you then toss you out, just like you tried to do to me and my sister.”
Craig slowly went from grunts of discomfort to sighs of pleasure as Denaya grabbed his hips to peg him harder. He was soon pushing himself up from the mat until Craig was on all fours; thrusting his ass back as he called the black woman his dommy mommy. Eventually Denaya sat back on her haunches and told Craig to finish himself off. The older white man sat up and began riding his ass on the strap on until his dick erupted, spraying his seed all over the mat.
“Now clean up your mess, bitch,” Denaya ordered. Craig climbed off and licked up his own seed before she made him suck the dildo until it was pristine. For her final act of dominance, the ebony milf made Craig sit in the corner, facing out. “Eat my ass, you perverted old honkey,” she ordered and backed her black booty up until it encompassed his head again.
She used a small rabbit vibe on her clit as the ebony milf enjoyed Craig eating her ass out. She came several times and initially hadn’t been aware he had stopped until a third orgasm gave Denaya pause. She had smothered Craig out with her ass again. She dragged the defeated landlord to the door by his hair, after slapping him awake, and tossed Craig out into the front yard.
“Thanks for the free rent, bitch,” she shouted after going back to toss Craig his clothes, clipboard and phone. He hastily threw his clothes on, not bothering to buckle his belt, until he gingerly climbed into his truck. He was sweaty, sore and covered in ass juice; both his own and Denaya’s. He had a difficult time even driving back home, intent on freshening up before going to the next tenant.
“Da-ad, you’re not listening,” Kimmy said, startling Craig awake. He flinched at the memory of the match and told his bratty daughter to go ask her brother for a ride to school; he needed a shower. The blonde pouted a minute before a smile crept across her cute face as she concocted a plan.
The End