Rent Pt. 04

Three months went by. Three of the best months of my life. Hell, the three best months of my life for sure.

The world outside my house was basically burning down. Idiots were screaming at grocery store clerks and nurses, refusing to wear a mask to easily limit the spread of an airborne virus, the screamers too fucking stupid or selfish to just pitch in with the rest of us.

The world watched in horror as an idiot plunged the United States into a spiral of death that claimed more American lives than World War One.

The housing market exploded as people tried to flee their shoebox condos for a three bedroom out of the downtown core.

My business went wild. I couldn't buy collections fast enough, usually looking through boxes of comics on a front porch while the owner stood at their front door, talking to me on the phone as I examined their comics. I couldn't grade them and put them up quickly enough either as bored collectors cleaned me out.

Vi's own site, the little stripper stream that could, began to get more subscribers... mainly on the back of her sugar daddy leaking out of her on camera and the shows she'd put on of it. She wasn't getting rich... but she'd gotten caught up halfway on her back rent, and then she'd upgraded her equipment and lights.

With all of it going on, we had a great thing going. We'd often wake up to some morning glory. Some days I'd guide her head to me, her full lips welcoming the day with my straining helmet spurting cum into her mouth. Others, I'd flip her on her back and eat her out until neither of us could take it any longer and she'd beg me to mount her. Afternoons, she'd go to class or work her stream, maybe some homework, and I'd work away at my online store.

I was doing a ton in new releases as more people picked up comics and gaming books, and the back issues and books from old editions of all of them became more and more in-demand. I was buying, and I wasn't shy about it online. In the evening, if Vi didn't have a class, she'd work on homework after dinner while I wrapped up deliveries and mail-outs. By eight or nine, we'd usually hang out and watch a show, or talk to Pete or Eva, sometimes other friends. We'd go for walks after ten when the streets were empty, and just talk quietly, finding quiet corners to make out, and occasionally fuck.

This particular morning, we were laying in bed, just quiet and sleepy as spring light filled the room. I wasn't in a rush to get anywhere, due at a collector's house for one, with three hours before I had to hit the road. Vi had a class at eleven, and a stream at five. I needed to be home for four to make sure she was filled up for one of her creampie shows, but that was it.

I was playing with her body, torturing Violet with caresses and light pinches to her nipples, the wide aureola that capped them already tight and the nipples hard as diamonds from excitement. She always told me she hated it, but the moment I got the look, she'd offer herself to me without a word. I busied myself kissing her belly. It had gone from stripper-tight abs to just a tiny bit softer, smooth and silky without the gym sessions she had once done regularly, and was lightly massaging the area around her belly button while I licked along her ribcage to tickle her.

"I don't know why you're so obsessed with my pot belly," Vi complained.

"Your belly is perfect and flat, Vi," I admonished her. "You don't need to be carved from stone. I like a little... softness," I slipped two fingers into her and she purred.

"As long as you like it, I guess," she stretched against me as I wrapped eager hands around her hips and began to finally start the show. "Mmm you make me crazy when you do this. You've been working me up forever!"

"Do you want to me stop?"

Violet answered by pressing herself into me, grabbing my hand that was at her entrance and holding it tight. She loved to wriggle against me like this, using her sexy bubble butt to work my cock while I touched her. She knew it would get me going.

I wrapped my free arm around her shoulder and rolled her small body to me, Vi giggling anticipation and knowing. Her pussy was frothy on my fingers now, the thick, dripping, love-honey making her more than ready.

"I'm so horny for it, Danny, take it, please take me," she began to beg as we kissed. "I need your cock in me, make it hit those deep spots..."

I rolled her on top of me, finally letting my fingers pull out of her, leaving the lacy panties she'd slept in soaked through against her skin. Violet ground her sex against my hard cock and complained with a whine.

"Ride me, Vi, I want a show."

"Yes sir," Violet purred. Grinning eagerly, she obediently hopped up to one knee as she dragged my shorts down, taking just a moment to kiss my prick as it jumped erect into the air. Violet grabbed it, hovering herself over my rod until she found her target, sinking down onto her other knee until I was tightly wrapped in her honeypot.

She felt heavenly, but the moment of penetration was something special with her in this position. I got to feel her entrance take me slower as she lowered herself, the ring of her entrance dragging itself over my engorged cock-head. The heat of Vi's body, the wet, slowly enveloping me as her hips began to open as she slid lower across my hips.

The cherry on the cake, though, was always the moment that I was fully buried inside her. Violet would freeze for just a moment, and if I could tear my gaze away from her perfect hips and pussy, split on my rod, I could catch her eyes rolling back to the whites, head tilting up and a tiny gasp of victory as she'd gotten my whole length buried inside her. It was just a moment, and then Violet's eyes would close, she'd raise her shoulders and smile as she began to rock.

"Take your top off," I commanded as I put my arms behind my head.

Violet pulled the oversized t-shirt of mine over her head, bouncing on her thighs to tease me as she dragged her slippery sheathe along my cock, and I found myself gritting my teeth to hold myself back from grabbing her to pound her as she wound her hips in semicircles back and forth, spinning the shirt over her head tossing it across the room.

"You like these bouncy titties," Vi teased me, slipping her hands up her torso to push her breasts to her mouth, sucking each nipple before she dropped them. I couldn't resist arching my back to push into her as she raised herself from me, dropping down to jiggle those perfect tits and slam me back to the bed. "Ohh, it's a bucking bronco day! You want me to ride your angry bull, baby, calm him down with my tight little pussy?"

She rose and fell on my cock a couple of times, leaning back and slapping her thick ass on my thighs, breasts bouncing across her chest. I thrust up, forcing my hips off the bed, feeling the ring of her pussy ride all the way to the rim of my swollen cockhead. Vi never let me fall out of her, holding her entrance tight to catch me, and I'd slap up into her before she'd drop her weight on me, pushing my hips back down. All the while, she made squeaks and squeals that were absolutely mesmerizing as she panted and spun her hips.

"Oh you're not gonna be able to stand it, you're gonna grab me any second," Violet promised as she swivelled her hips and sent her tits jiggling with every move, "my big bronco looooooves to buck his little filly."

Violet loved a bit of wordplay with her sexy teasing, and she also knew that she could make me wild for her. As she bounced up and down the length of my shaft, Violet kept chanting to me between her litany of sex noises, "buck me, buck me, buck me."

My stomach muscles were on fire, and I needed to suck those bouncing tits, so I grabbed her round hips on the downstroke held her tight to me.

"C'mere," I growled to a pleased moan of pleasure as Violet rolled her hips on me, covering the and my stomach in the thick sheen of wetness she gushed. I grabbed both of her breasts, squeezing the heavy melons to bring one thick nipple to my mouth. I sucked it deeply, closing my eyes and holding Violet tight to me as she rocked rapidly in my lap, her speed coming down slowly as she got into it.

I didn't know what it was exactly, but she loved me to suck her breasts like this. Playing firmly with them, rasping my tongue over her sensitive nipples, dragging my teeth along the skin as I did... it was like a drug for Violet. She began to shudder and gasp, her sure tell of cumming, and I slapped her ass to keep her moving, popping my finger into the tight entrance to her asshole as I moved over to the other breath and took a bite.

"Mmm! Ohmmm oh Danny, you're going at my boobs like you're gonna get milk," she moaned, hips working in smaller, fast, motions as my cockhead locked into a spot deep in her squelching pussy that made her wince and smile as she ground deep on it, pressing me into the spot, tightening around my head as it began to tingle and twitch inside her.

I broke away from her perfect tits and began to kiss her jaw in my way to her ear.

"Maybe I'll fill them up, Vi," I whispered into her ear, holding her head close to my mouth. "Maybe I want to see them nice and swollen and milky."

Violet's eyes were wide and her lip trembled, her hips never stopping their constant rolling and circling in my lap. Her torso was going rigid and tight, leaning back from me, her hands snaking down my arms she was taken to her cum by my desire to breed her.

"Oh Danny..," she moaned huskily, her voice fleeing her as she lost herself.

"You feel so fucking good, Vi, you've got me locked into your baby maker," and she did, as she leaned back, my prick was barely able to move in her, just get slammed into her spot, her body milking me aggressively as she came.

Violet leaned back further, her head lowering below the mattress, her belly stretching out and her pussy locked tight on me, a thick gush of clear fluid frothing quickly at our joining. She was leaning back so far that I could barely hold her hips, and her tits jiggled madly.

"Shit, Vi, you're taking us over," I stammered as my balance failed me, and her legs sprung, wrapping around me to pull me off the bed. I was close to cumming, and I lowered us to the carpeted floor inelegantly, now on top.

"Breed me," she whispered, her orgasm abating. "Flush my pills!"

Her eyes were gauzy and lidded, and something about it just made me lose control. I grabbed her ankles and flipped them out and up along with her perfect legs, rolling into a mating press, luscious thighs spread wide across my shoulders the pushing thick and the position making every stroke a thousand dancing sensations flying along my pistoning shaft as I drilled Violet's pussy.

"Last night... oh shit this is good... last night before bed. No more pillls," I was losing control, I'd been skating the line on coming, but Vi's body was so hot and her pussy was holding my so tight, and and every thrust she sighed and begged me to breed her... "ahhhh!"

"Nice and deep baby, just how I like it," Violet cooed into my ear as she stroked my hair, and then she popped again.

*

She dragged me to the shower, immediately checking that I had, in fact, not flushed her birth control pills. She looked a little disappointed at first, but smiled mischievously at me shortly.

"Naughty man," she'd grabbed me and pulled herself to me for a kiss, "don't get my hopes up... but I guess this isn't the time."

That had thrown me a little, but when we got in the shower, I'd gently pressed Violet to her knees to clean me with her mouth, hoping I could skate on talking about it. I knew she liked a bit of breeding play, but that had felt serious. Still...

"Danny," Vi's mouth slipped from my hardening cock. "Danny, baby?"

I snapped out of my thoughts, often drifting when she sucked me in the shower. Her mouth and tongue and the hot water had a way of sedating me.

"Uh... yeah?"

Violet, hair wet from the spray, looked up at me with big eyes, "can we save your cum for my stream? You said you'd give me a nice load right before it today..."

I had said that. I could say no, and cum down here throat just to make sure she remembered that our contract, the one she'd made, didn't have any provisions for her online stripper show... but I also was finding it harder and harder to treat her like a fuck toy. She kissed the tip of my cock and caressed my balls.

"Yeah, yeah that's fine," I relented. She stood smiling and kissed my chest as she began to soap me up.

Showering had become one of my favourite activities with her... even without sex involved (though it often went there). Being cleaned by a beautiful young woman, cleaning her, the play and tickling and tenderness that came with it all just started any day better than I could otherwise imagine.

Violet cleaned me up nicely, and it was my turn to get handsy. I loved to start from her toes and work my way up, enjoying making sure every inch of her was clean just right. It was always a lot of fun when I got to her pussy and ass, I got to play a bit, make her squirm, but not for too long. Somehow, the real show was always soaping up her tits.

Today, she was pressing back into me as I got them nice and sudsy, thinking of our sex earlier, and she was obviously thinking of it too. Her nipples were hard despite the hot water, and she made happy 'mmm'ing' noises as I worked the soap into her skin, pressing her bottom against my hard cock.

"You're so good to me, Danny," she mused with her head pressed back to my chest, eyes closed as she enjoyed herself. "I want this to last forever."

"I think we'll run out of hot water pretty soon," I joked back, but softly, not wanting to push her away, but still feeling thrown.

Violet smiled at me again, and shut off the water.

"You know that's not what I was talking about," and she stepped out of the tub.

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It wasn't the first time Violet had gotten upset with me, certainly not our first argument. We'd had a few, mostly completely down to silly lovers quarrels that really didn't amount to much more than a good excuse for a round of make-up sex. This time felt a little different, though.

I knew she'd been putting something real out there, and joked it away, and she was hurt. It was just us on the island of my house during the pandemic, though, and I figured it would come back around quickly as I headed out to my buying appointment.

Violet kissed me at the door, but it was t the slow long kiss I usually got when heading out. It was quick, not even a gently bite on my lip.

"Don't forget I need you to fill me before my stream, my numbers are starting to dip," she reminded me without really needing to.

"I know," I reassured her. I didn't like the tension between us. I didn't like how it'd gone earlier. I'd gotten too comfortable with getting all of the good bits of a relationship without risking myself at all. COVID gave me a backdoor into having Violet all to myself without having to risk. She'd lost her independence, her income... hell, she was my maid with benefits. As Violet pulled away from me, I caught her wrist, "Vi."

She turned to look at me.

"I'm sorry about this morning, you just caught me off-guard. I love this life with you."

Her face, held firm and tight like a stern librarian softened. "What're you saying, Danny?"

Pulling her to me, I held her chin, "that we're gonna talk about it later when I don't have to run, but I'm all in on you, okay?"

Now I got that kiss.

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The buyer I was going to see was out in the sticks. A good hour-and-a-half drive through the city and then the suburbs and industrial areas, another small city, and finally to country roads and large plots of farmland. Small towns were nestled behind hills and valleys, glimpses of them mostly in the signs as I passed. Eventually, my GPS on my phone told me turn off a long, narrow, road, and I came to an old farmhouse and a cluster of buildings near it.

I was well aware that even this far from of the city where the pandemic was a very real threat everytime you stepped outside, a lot of folks in the countryside weren't experiencing things the same way. With more space around them, they were more insulated, and that seemed to have grown into anger at the lockdowns more easily. I grabbed a mask and a pair of gloves as I stepped out of the car.

A small woman, thin and willowy, probably in her sixties, had come out onto the porch and waved.

"You Dan from the comic place," she called over to me.

Nodding, I waved and was met by a suspicious farm dog that stood at my feet, barring me from walking further into the property.

"Yes ma'am, Dan from Lost City Comics. You're Andrea Goodall who I was emailing with?"

She nodded curtly and whistled, the dog immediately relaxing, and she stepped off the porch, walking toward me and stopping at around four meters.

"I am indeed. Right this way."

Andrea lead me past a barn full of tractors, snowblowers, a beat-up old hatchback and disused horse stalls to a smaller building. It was a large shed, newer with solar panels not unlike the ones I'd seen on the house. Sidling up to it, she produced a large key ring and slid one into the lock. Stopping, the older woman turned to me.

"We have a deal on the price?"

She'd demanded a commitment of ten grand based on what she showed me, and in all honesty, it was a damn good deal. Her husband had an exceptional collection, and she swore there was more.

Nodding, I said what I'd told her in my emails. "Assuming it's all as good up close as your pictures suggested, absolutely. I have to look at the rest to get an idea how much more I should give you, though."

The collection was insane. There were issues from the fifties through to the turn of the century, all shockingly well preserved. First appearances. Major creators debuts. Deaths. Events. Entire runs of comics of popular characters that I could mine for the key individual issues and make a nice price on the rest. I tried to be calm. I'd cleaned out my savings, the last of my inheritance from my folks, and even my house maintenance fund plus a small loan to meet her asking price, a bank draft in my bag for it.

Andrea shook her head. "No, just the price we agreed on for all of it."

She stepped back from the door, swinging it open for me. I looked inside and inhaled slowly. The only reason I'd gotten the email from Andrea was that her husband, Keith, a particularly annoying customer that I'd done some early mail order with had left my card up on a bulletin board. It happened to be the first one she saw when she went into his little shed. "I won't go in with you. Stop the spread and all. I'd appreciate the payment though."

"Andrea, I..." I looked over the long boxes stacked on a wide set of shelves, the storage bins full of unopened Lego sets and toys from the eighties, "with all due respect, I'm confident that this is worth more than the bank draft I have with me. I could give you a percentage of the toys as they sell, please. I feel like I'm robbing you."

She shrugged. "Keith was a mother fucker, and he'd be spinning in his grave to see it all go cheap."

"But... why?" I couldn't wrap my head around it.

Andrea pointed to a dark hollow under her eye, a deep crease in her lip. I started to get the picture. I had them myself. My mom had too.

"He hit me. Often. Spent all our money on this nonsense. No offence," she gave me that for free with a nod. "I want him spinning. This'll let me pay off the bills I need to so my accounts unfreeze. I can sell this land to a scumbag developer, buy a nice little condo for me and Jax, not deal with my husband's nonsense anymore." Andrea stepped away from the door, glancing in briefly. "Take the comic books today, come back for the rest tomorrow. If you want to give me money, I'll take a 10% cut. You're doing all the work and I don't know shit about it."

"Deal," I told her, "my dad was like that too. I want to help out a bit." Andrea nodded her assent. I stepped into nirvana.

*

"Oh my holy shit, baby, it's the mother lode!"

I was in the car and heading down a small highway to link back into the big roads that went into Toronto, the back of my SUV loaded with long boxes of comics.

"I need to go back tomorrow for the rest, but this will keep things going for years if I'm careful."

Violet answered happily, a little out of breath, "that's amazing! I could come help tomorrow, my schedule is open."

"Yeah, absolutely," I answered, "is everything okay?"

I heard a metallic clanking noise in the background as Vi grunted, clearly lifting something heavy. "I'm just moving things around for my stream today. You're still going to make it back in time to-"

"Oh for sure, I'll only be an hour and it's not for a couple of hours, right? Shit," I cursed, hitting the brakes hard as a large trailer truck up ahead jack-knifed, spinning across the two-lane on-ramp to the 400 as I entered the turn.

There were only a few cars behind me, the roads still pretty thinly travelled this early in the pandemic, but I rolled off to the shoulder fast, letting my brakes go so that I wouldn't spin out, and rolled cursing to a stop. The truck up ahead had tipped back toward me, sliding cacophonously backward toward me. If I hadn't pulled off to the side, I'd have been crushed.

The car behind me, its driver less prepared, slammed into the back end of the truck. Violet was shouting into the phone, calling my name loud and scared.

"Holy fuck holy fuck," I spun in my seat to watch the cars that had been riding up on me screeching to a halt each in a scattered row. "Vi, honey, I just barely missed getting crushed. I gotta go. I'm okay, but there's been an accident."

Putting down the phone as Violet shouted my name, I stepped out of the car, looking for any sign of more danger, but the cars rolling up had all stopped, and somewhere in the distance, a siren wailed. I ran to the car that had hit the truck to try to help.

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I wasn't sure how late I was, but I knew I was late. I'd ended up helping the driver of the small car that had crashed, pulling her two kids out of the backseat, and was able to give some first aid to her while we waited for the ambulance to show up. Her legs were pinned by the steering column, but I thought she'd be okay if help wasn't long.

Of course, once the police showed up, it took about five seconds for them to run me as one of them took my statement and collected my details, and start giving me a hard time.

"A suspected rape charge, eh," the older cop rumbled at me as his younger partner turned to look at him. I deflated and sighed audibly. "Want to tell me anything about that?"

I closed my eyes and inhaled. I'd been helping a car wreck victim for fuck's sake.

"Only that those charges were dismissed with prejudice, and the officer was dressed down in open court for persecuting a clearly innocent person and losing the actual offender."

The big cop gave his younger partner a sidelong look. The younger officer seemed tired, shaking his head almost imperceptibly as his older partner reddened.

The older officer turned back to me, ready to start the big dick of the law dance, but his partner stopped him as Molly's voice rang angrily out of my phone in my breast pocket, the lens for the camera peeking over the pocket.

"Officer, I'm Mr. Bennet's lawyer speaking to you over his phone, Molly Greenly. We're recording all of this interaction directly to the cloud due to the shocking number of unnecessarily threatening interactions Mr. Bennet has had with police due to the false charge laid against him in the past. I'll need all of your details for any complaints we may be forced to file as a result of your conduct and as an addendum to the lawsuit already in action against the Toronto Police Service. Police persecution is a serious issue, I'm sure you're aware."

The older cop stopped cold.

*

Once Molly had done her thing, the reasonable officer finished taking my statement and they let me go. Fire and paramedics were on the scene by then, and I'd just be in the way. Firefighters helped me get my car back to the road, and directed me off of the ramp to the highway.

As I pulled off, I glanced back to see the older officer staring daggers at me in the rearview.

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My watch read 3:05 as I pulled into the garage. I was late. Really late. I'd promised Vi that we'd have a quickie before her stream, that I'd give her something to show off to her viewers, but between the amount of stuff in the collection I'd bought - half of which was liked across my trunk and folded-down backseat - and the crash on the highway, he stream was already starting to

But I had an idea.

I pulled into the garage I hated using it, but I needed the boxes of comics secure for the hour or so before I could get them. I hate the garage. It was where Becca had been attacked. The bike racks on the wall had held her bicycle back then, and the attacker had gotten in. But I was in a rush, and gritted my teeth as I made sure the garage door was latched, and the door in from the year was closed and locked.

My house was quiet. With just me and Vi there, it usually was if she was upstairs or on a class wearing her headphones. I snuck up to my room and threw on the black suit I owned, slowly climbing the stairs to her room.

I could hear her.

"Oooo get me nice and wet," the buzz of a dick-shaped vibrator she'd bought for the streams humming away. "Oh my daddy's gonna fill me up so good when he gets home... I know you all wanted to see, but he's a busy man, I'm sorry."

The pack of masks that she'd bought were still sitting in the windowsill at the top of the stairs. She'd left out a wolf mask that she'd laughed and put on me one day, calling me her Big Gentle Wolf. I popped it on and walked into Vi's bedroom.

"Are you showing your pussy to these internet nerds again?"

Violet, her dirty blonde hair up in a pair of high pigtails, turned to me with obvious relief and glee. She was wearing a schoolgirl outfit that I'd seen before, it was one of Satin's stage outfits. Black stalkings, a red and black checked skirt, and a black sweater top that was cut low, a Dickie on underneath with a little clip-on tie. She had her legs spread, panties to the side as she worked her pussy open with the dildo.

"D..," she faltered, catching herself before she called out my name, a sultry look sweeping across her face, "Daddy. You're home!"

Striding to her, she put the dildo down and eyed me in my suit. I'd never worn anything more formal than a nice pair of dark new jeans and a sweater around her, and she smiled.

"Fucking right I am," I growled as I pulled her to her feet and planted a rough kiss on her. "Sorry I'm late," I whispered into her ear.

Violet threw her arms around me, "be a little rough. Talk dirty."

I spun her around and flipped up her skirt, slapping her ass firmly. "I thought you weren't going to show off to these internet nerds anymore?" Slap. "I took you off the street to be my little breeder, Satin!" Slap. "Not to help incels get off!" Slap.

Violet yelped and hummed happily with each spanking, bending over to show me her reddening cheeks. I couldn't help it, and I ground my hardening cock into her cleft through the wool pants.

"Mmm, oh Daddy, I'm sorry, it just gets me so hot for you," she moaned, spinning to take a seat at the edge of the bed. Her small hands played across the bulge in my pants, "can I ever make it up to you?" She pursed her lips and kissed my cock head through my pants. "Please Daddy?"

Looking down at her, the mask covering my sexy little concubine's pretty face, her wet tongue working into the zip of pants. Something in me changed just a little.

"Show your nerds how you suck a dick, Satin," I commanded, popping the button on my fly as she grabbed the zip in her teeth. My prick leapt to attention and Violet cooed over it.

"Ooo, Daddy, you know blowing is my specialty, and I love a nice hard one..." she began to stroke me with one hand, tapping my hand behind my body with her other to urge me on.

Breaking from the hypnotism I always suffered with her in foreplay, I got her urging and took the back of her head in my hand and pulled her to my surging cock. "I want that sweet little mouth and that whore's tongue, not your hands."

Violet smiled through her mask, her blue eyes gleaming the way they did when I'd hold her to me and kiss her, or when we'd be lazing on the couch with a movie on, and I'd catch her staring at me. She was into this. Very into this.

"Mmm, yes sir!"

I tensed my arm, but Violet cooed and had my cockhead in her mouth already. Licking her way around it, she kissed it, then fluttered her wet tongue around the edge. Bright blue eyes locked onto mine as she closed her lips beneath the ridge of my head and 'mmmm'd' loudly as she sucked.

It felt incredible. My skin was on fire with pleasure as Violet serviced me, her soft mouth wet and sloppy, her tongue torturing my cockhead as it danced across the swollen skin, its rough texture perfectly teasing my swollen purple gland as she sucked down my shaft. I rocked forward into her throat without thinking, only her dainty fist, locked around my cock, stopping me from burying myself in her.

But I knew what I wanted, and it occurred to me that her fans did too.

"I bet your fans like watching you suck, but we all know what they really want, don't we Satin," I mused as our eyes locked. "How do they want to see you get fucked?"

Popping off of my prick, my little sextoy grinned as she wiped the saliva off of her face. "They want me to get pounded hard from behind, daddy," she teased as she stood, making sure to rub her breasts across my skin. "They want you to slap me on my ass and fill me with cum."

I couldn't help but growl as I grabbed her, mashing out mouths together hungrily so that she needed to hold her mask on as I crushed Violet's tiny body to mine. I ripped the breakaway skirt from her hips, and threw the sweater up over her head, mauling her plump tits as I pulled the bra she wore under them to expose the hard pink nipples. I ran my hands over her curves, sucking those pretty Cs to happy moans and spun her forcefully into a kneeling position on the bed.

I slapped my engorged prick between Violet's cheeks, spreading the slick lubrication dripping from her youthful pussy around as my head probed her folds and I slapped her heart-shaped bottom.

"You ready to show these nerds how a horny little girl likes to get bred," I growled as Violet arched her back, pushing herself the first inch onto my thick purple helmet. I reached down and grabbed my rod to work it around her slick opening.

"Mmmm yes, daddy," she cooed in response. "Fuck me like your whore."

I grabbed her hips and arched them even higher, exposing her slit, wet and yawning around my cock head. This might be the wettest I'd ever seen her. Violet had a real exhibitionist streak, it seemed.

Pushing forward steadily, I slapped her ass as she moaned and I turned to the camera. "Mmmyeah, fucking hell that's sweet!" I wasn't lying. Violet's body was always the perfect balm to a day, good or bad, but this... "you gotta get yourself a nice little pussy like this, nerds. Satin's is the best I've ever had." That was true. I was completely addicted to the soft, wet, folds of her body squeezing me as we slid against each other.

"Girls this age love to get it every chance they get," I smiled at the camera and slapped the toned ass bouncing back into me against each thrust as Violet chanted 'fuck me daddy fuck me daddy,' breathlessly, "but you gotta treat them right, make sure they cum nice and hard for you so that it's your cock they need, boys," I instructed. I was surprised how easily I was falling into this personality, but my god I was enjoying it.

"Oh daddy, oh my god, let's show them how you make me cum on my back," Violet gasped. She was getting worked up, really worked up. A red hue of the flush that started when she was about to have a particularly intense orgasm was building across the skin of her back. "Show them the good dick..."

I pulled out and flipped her onto her back to a giggle. Violet liked to be manhandled and played with. She loved it when I took her body and played with her, but today she was going off. As I penetrated her, I could feel her walls rippling freely along my skin, squeezing me like a velvet vice as she panted and cooed for my cock.

I pulled her left leg onto my shoulder, pressing her right out along the mattress to display her body fully to her viewers as I checked that we were in frame. Violet smiled and arched as I lifted her hips slightly from the mattress, curling my far arm around her back as I began to thrust.

"You're the sexiest woman in the world and you're mine," I whispered in her ear as I bent to kiss her. She flushed red and smiled, closing her eyes as I pumped into her hard. "No matter how good your girl is, not matter how slutty," I turned to the camera, "not matter what she says; she likes to get fucked like this, boys."

I began to thrust firmly into Violet, and she responded with encouraging moans of unbridled enjoyment. "She likes a nice, deep dicking. Just get her all worked up first, and then pump her steady."

Violet responded with a gasp of erotic pleasure as I took her deepest, most sensitive point, twisting her torso to give my pistoning prick full access. Her pretty tits bounced and shook, and I grabbed one to squeeze the jiggling flesh, "nnngh! Oh daddy, make me cum, make me cum and fill me up with yours!"

She pressed her arms to either side of her tits, pushing them up as she reached down to play with her clit. She was close, I could see it in the redness of her skin, the pink flush that always came when I broke her mind over my cock. I was starting to realize I'd been playing it far too safe with Violet. She liked it as it had been, but even with dirty talk and a rocking mood, I'd never made her roll up to one of her massive orgasms so quickly and easily.

My pace slowed a tiny bit as her pussy walls began to tighten on me and I found myself working into her as Violet began to quake and tremble. She kept up the dirty talk, any pretence of my talking to the camera dropping as we locked into each other.

"Give it to me I'm gonna cum make me cum breed my little pussy daddy you love my pussy fill me up..." she was droning a constant chant of slutty demands until I saw the moment her bouncing titties and skin flushed completely, the beads of sweat on her holding still just a half second after she did. Violet went silent with a tiny squeak and I knew I'd done it.

Her body clamped down like prison, the long backstrokes I favoured impossible as I found myself unable to pull my cock from her enough to get them, just pumping steadily against her pelvis as she arched through her back, eyes locked to mine through her mask, mouth wide with a silent scream of passion as she went rigid, pushed across the bed with each stroke of my hips into her.

"Ahhh god, milk it baby," I groaned as I filled her with the first shot of cum as the head of my prick exploded with pleasure and I filled Violet with my seed. Unable to resist Vi's hands pulling at my shoulders as her tightly toned body pulled me down to her, I pressed hard into her as the next rope, then another, burst out of me into her.

"Good girl, good girl," I panted as she took my weight, settling into each other as if we were making lazy morning love. I was holding myself deep inside Violet, her powerful sex muscles working my shaft to pull every drop of me into her, and we kissed, the masks nearly forgotten. She put her mouth to my ear.

"That was incredible, now lay down with your head on the pillows so I can suck you while I show off. Be a."

Coming back to the moment, I smiled as I pressed myself up on arms that just wanted to hold her small body to me, already tired from heading boxes of comic books all day.

"Time to clean me up baby," I grinned as I pulled a theatrically rag-doll Vi along with me as I slipped from her body. She obediently knelt to suck my softening cock, her freshly creamed pussy dead-centre in the camera.

"I bet your fans want to see what I've left in you," I mused as she cleaned me with her tongue, and bent forward over her to spread her apple bottom, feeling a warm gob of my jizz drop into my leg.

I glanced up at the screen the showed us the camera feed her fans saw, and a bunch of numbers in the control panel were going crazy as I smiled wolfishly into the camera. Something seemed to be going right.

*

Later, after one of our long, intimate showers, I was in the garage unloading the boxes of comics. Violet had to get cleaned up for a class, kissing me long and hungry, as she ran off to her computer. I found myself with a half-wood, lugging boxes into side.

The garage was one of the few parts of the house I almost never used. The laneway to it narrow, and the memories of the attack on my former tenant that I was blamed for in it keeping me out. She'd gone to get her bike out of the garage and been jumped. She claimed she'd closed the door behind her, meaning it would have locked, and that only increased the suspicion on me as a person who had the key. As all of that flooded over me, I tried to get the boxes out as fast as I could.

I took a break to enjoy a beer, cooling off and realizing that I'd already worked up quite a sweat, staring at the old garage. Things with Violet were good. The world was crazy, but every day I was finding myself thinking of more and more reasons to not be in this house. Hell, maybe even the city.

Standing, I left the bottle and headed back to the garage. There were only a handful of long boxes left, and I needed to get this done. I'd cleared out pretty much my entire nest egg to pull this collection in, and I was still going through some of the older ones I had. Along with the daily work of the comic release cycle coming back into action, I was gonna be busy.

Just grading the comics would be weeks of work, and I had a few ideas of which to prioritize, but this bastards collection was massive. If I could keep up with it, I'd have my money doubled before year's end, and probably quadrupled before it ran out, minus my expenses and time.

And I had to go back the next day to pick up the toys and collectibles. This was my biggest score ever by miles.

"What'cha thinking about," came Vi's voice from behind me. It wasn't the happy chirp that she normally had, but more of a low, soft, drawl that she slid into when she was looking for me to slip into her.

I turned to see her shoulder-length hair still a little damp from the shower, a light short with a wide scoop-neck that barely held onto her shoulder with no bra holding back the delectably perky breasts underneath, and a pair of practically painted on shorts. She eyed me hungrily.

"I'm just about finished getting all this stuff inside. Trying to keep myself busy while your class was on," I grinned as Vi waved her hips back and forth slowly. I had a feeling someone hadn't been the most attentive student today.

"Mmm," she agreed as she stepped closer to me, a cool hand slipping along my forearm and up to my bicep, "today was so amazing, Danny."

She pressed herself against my hardening cock and I found myself caught in a passionate, sloppy kiss as we spun. "Is this an off-camera encore, then," I asked as Violet pulled my pants open and knelt in front of the car.

"Today was so hot, Danny. You made me cum so hard treating me like a toy," she pulled my rapidly hardening prick out the scent of our sex still on it despite the shower I'd had. "Mmmmm, I can smell myself on you," Violet purred, licking the underside of my shaft from the balls to the tip, and then slipped the edge of her tongue up the split in my head before taking the whole straining purple helmet between her lips and sucked.

"Ohhh my god, you're the perfect woman," I groaned at Violet's attentions. She chuckled around my purple helmet and kissed the tip as she withdrew from it.

"I'm glad, I'd wondered if you weren't into our arrangement until today," she teased, sucking on one on my balls gently, "you don't really take advantage of it."

I looked down at her, one hand wrapped around the swollen head of my penis, gently playing with it as she ran her tongue up and down my shaft. "What? We have sex like three times a day..."

"But Danny," Violet teased as she stroked me slowly, playing with my balls, "that was the first time you really got dirty with me, and it was sooo good. You can have me anytime you want. Almost anyone way you want, remember?"

"You're saying I'm being safe with it? You liked being treated like that?" I was half in disbelief as Violet worshipped my hardon while I spoke. Her smile tightened to a firm 'o' around the edge of my cockhead as she nodded. "You want me to treat you like a porn girl in a dirty movie?"

Violet popped off my cockhead again, shrugging as she stroked me. "Whenever you want to, however you want to... like right now," her blue eyes held my gaze, "I'm on my knees for you, baby. You could be making me deepthroat you, and that's fine."

I was finally getting it. I'd been fighting my attraction to her for so long, even once I had her I was trying to be a gentleman. But Violet didn't need one. She didn't want one. Not when it was time to earn her keep.

I wrapped my hand around the back of her neck. "I hope you don't have much of a gag reflex," and pushed into her mouth firmly.

Violet's eyes bulged as she took my meat, still gamely sucking as she played with my balls slapping on her chin. I bottomed out and she leaned back into my hand, gasping a faint breath through her nose and began to bounce back and forth shoving my cock down her neck. It felt good, tight and hot, but then she tried to swallow, and I was being pulled into her as if she were eating me.

I could help but push my hips forward. "Oh fuck, baby, fuuuuuck," I was groaning as I made faint throat sounds, face getting redder. I pushed forward, my hand and her head pressing against the car's grille, and she gagged. I couldn't stop myself, pumping into her mouth around gasps of air. Violet drooled thick ropes of saliva, soaking her top. Her fair skin was turning red and her eyes were watering.

Violet gasped loudly as I pulled out of her mouth and kept her eyes locked to mine, earnest, loving, it made me feel terrible. She looked like she was dying.

She gasped again, "what's wrong? That was so fucking hot!"

"I thought you were gonna suffocate, Vi."

She waved dismissively and scoffed, "I can do better."

Violet drove the point home by pulling her top down and grabbing her tits, now soaked in saliva, and wrapped them around my prick, sliding it up and down between her soft flesh. Her bright blue eyes blazed up at me as she worked my shaft and she smiled as she craned her neck to grab ahold of the tip of my prick with her luscious tongue.

"Come on baby, give it to me... it's fun to be nasty sometimes," she goaded me.

I couldn't take it any longer and pushed my cockhead past her lips, and back down her throat. It didn't take long as Vi hummed and groaned, her face slowly turning read as I fucked it, throat making wet noises as I forced my cock into her, losing myself in every ridge and wet valley of the tight passage. I came, a thick load right down to her stomach, and Violet held my shaft at its base, pulling back as far as I'd let her as she swallowed noisily, and my cock slipped from her hand, a rope shooting from the tip across her nose and cheeks. She giggled excitedly.

My knees went weak and I found myself leaning on the hood of my car while Violet caught her breath, wiping cum from her nose.

"Jesus, Vi, Jesus..." I couldn't quite catch my breath, but she looked so fucking hot, her face glazed with my jizz, I couldn't stop thinking of moments that I could just grab her... fuck her like a toy... goddamn I was in trouble.

She stood, legs a little wobbly and held my face with a hand wet with cum, "are you gonna start taking advantage of all the... opportunities our deal gives you, Danny?"

Hell yes I was. I grabbed her toned ass through the little shorts and pulled her tight to my softening cock and smeared the front of her shorts with our juices.

"Fuck yes."

"You'll remember you can have me anytime but school time, right," she squeezed me, stroking my cock lightly as she put it back in my pants. "That stream we did was the best one I've ever done. It's already going to be the best money maker. You can guest star anytime you want too."

I slapped her ass.

"Go start dinner, I have to finish what I was doing."

Violet pouted, but something occurred to me.

"I need some recovery time, Vi, but I want you in that sexy black thong you have tonight. Until bed. Just that and the top you're wearing."

"Okay..," she drawled, looking mischievous as she chewed a nail. "Hmm..," she popped the button on her shorts and spun, sliding them down her hips and legs, bending to show me the very thong I was thinking of. "This one... daddy?"

For some reason it didn't bother me this time. Not as I grabbed her meaty ass-flesh, not as I slipped a finger into her wet pussy and she moaned it, and not as I stood her back up and had her suck herself from my finger.

I watched her head inside to start cooking and found myself smiling like a fool.

===========================

Despite how soul-searingly horny Violet had made me, I was already pretty exhausted, and took some time hauling the last of the boxes of comics into my office. I'd already flagged a few I wanted to get on the site asap, but I didn't have the stamina to keep going today. I thought I might check to see if Violet could join me for the second run tomorrow... if she didn't have class, I couldn't see her refusing. The company and help would be a lifesaver.

I turned to my computer to check my mail, deleting the usual junk mail, and found a message from my brother.

'Hey shithead, gonna be in town next month for a conference. Might want to stay in my room if this fascist bullshit makes it hard to get a hotel. Clean your faggy shit out.'

I sighed. Christ I loathed him. Randall lived to make everyone around him feel like he had power over them, and he was a massive dickhead too.

I wrote back a quick reply. 'Can't. Got tenants and it's not your room anymore, can't expose them to whatever you might bring in.' I thought a few minutes and against my better judgement tried to extend an olive branch. 'If you can behave yourself, I'd be happy to have you come by for BBQ in the yard. Distanced.'

I kind of hoped he'd just send me a rude response back in a couple of days. That was usually his move. I started unpacking comics, and in spite of myself, I couldn't help but get drawn in. I could hear Violet working in the kitchen, the small stereo playing old CDs of mine that she'd found in the basement, declaring that she loved nineties music. Times slipped by, and the next thing I knew, she was hanging around the doorway of my office space and marvelling at the old comics I was splaying out on the table. She'd cleaned her face up, and her bright expression and happy look was beautiful, natural with no makeup, she was a stunner.

"I was getting kinda lonely and mad that you weren't staring at my ass, but this is really cool."

I looked up, shaking my head, "shit, I got distracted. This is it, this is the motherlode I was talking about. This is gonna set us up, Vi."

She looked at me with big eyes.

"Us?"

I stopped for a second, thinking about it, but just desperate to say it to her, but I faltered.

"Yeah. Us." I pointed at her, and then myself. "Like, for as long as you want."

A funny nervous smile spread across Violet's face and she let go of the doorframe, standing in front of me with just her little top and a thong, barefoot, a tiny sex goddess of my life. Her beaming blue eyes were lidded, but flickering over me as she smiled widely.

"Like... boyfriend-girlfriend?"

I nodded, unable to really say anything more.

"... Okay..," she said nervously, "I like the sound of that," and motioned back and forth between us. "Does that mean we're like, a real couple?"

I put down the stack I was holding and walked over to her. "Yeah, I was thinking. No more rent adding up, just that room is your studio, like this is my office."

Violet giggled, "right when it starts making money, you don't want it."

I shrugged, tracing a finger along her sharp jawline. "I have what I want."

"How about I pay you the same rent on it so I can write it off, and we keep the contract? We can cross out the money bits."

I thought about it, touching her neck, caressing her collarbone, "if we do that, what are you getting out of the contract," I asked.

"I get us, I get lots and lots of orgasms, I get a man that treats me right, more than right. And maybe you'll help out with some of the cooking and cleaning sometimes?" She smiled hopefully.

I thought about it a minute. "Yeah, I can work with that."

"Can you maybe kiss me now?"

I definitely could kiss her right then.

*

It wasn't anything big like a proposal, but it wasn't nothing, that was for sure. Somewhere in the back of my head, I was imagining a picket fence in a country house with a couple of little kids and a dog, and I had been for a few weeks, but I didn't really know what to do with it. Violet was definitely the lady in the fantasy, like, no doubt in my mind... but I still didn't trust myself. There was so much I didn't know about her too... I had to hold myself back. I wanted so badly to charge ahead, but I couldn't let myself.

The evening passed with a sort of nervous, awkward elation. She seemed excited and scared all at once, and I felt it too. We played some board games while we watched Parks and Rec, and eventually, we both were tired and headed to bed. The thong finally came off, dropped on the floor, the top she'd been wearing next to it, and a long t-shirt of mine replaced them.

I found myself staring at her as Violet climbed into bed next to me, the little minx had no idea how fucking gorgeous she was.

"What?" She looked at me like I was crazy, knowing that I was checking her out.

"You make that old Spidey t-shirt look better than what you were wearing. She scoffed and shoved me, but it was true. The shirt was old, threadbare, and she'd found it in the back of my closet one day and decided to claim it. It was a girlfriend move if there ever was one, and the damned shirt clung to those round hips and the peaks of her tits in the most mouth-watering way I could imagine. The neckline was totally stretched out, and as she settled in bed, I noted that I could see right down the valley of cleavage between her perfect C's.

"You're such a dork," Vi leaned over and kissed me goodnight sleepily. "You gonna read?"

I held up the book I was plucking away at. "Just for a little."

She snuggled in next to me, pressing one leg to mine, holding my arm tightly to her breast, which was something new. Violet wasn't exactly a non-snuggly sleeper, but she'd never held onto me like that before. "You okay?"

Violet yawned, eyes closing, "just happy. Tired." She sounded sleepy and faint, and I kissed her on the forehead before I went back to my book. It wasn't long until she was sleeping.

I lay there reading a while, still too worked up from the day to consider going to sleep, still full of nervous energy and excitement. Violet shifted, rolling to her back, still holding my bicep lightly across her body. It had been almost an hour, and she was out cold, but I was feeling a stir as my hand lay across her hip.

Slowly, not entirely realizing it at first, my hand slipped down, pulling up the raggedy hem of the t-shirt, finding the gentle curve of her belly into her pussy warm. My fingers rested there, twitching gentle circles above her pleasure spots.

"Mmm," Violet sighed a gentle breath in her sleep, her own hand slipping down my arm, her easy sleeping breathing deepening as I moved to her exposed pussy lips to find them warm and thick with arousal. I held my fingers there, turning now to watch Violet's face in the faint light of the bedroom. Her eyes were twitching behind her eyelids, lips barely parted as she exhaled lightly in her sleep-rhythm. The pad of my middle finger found her shaved lips, the clit ever-so-slightly protruding. I pressed gently and let my wrist move the finger back and forth slowly.

Violet's neck stretched slightly as her body reacted, shoulders narrowing as she let out another gentle sigh of pleasure, a tiny bit of wetness on my finger as I began to add a slight up and down motion to make a small circle. I knew she loved this. I'd worked her into a lather on the couch just the week before while we spooned doing just the same... but now it was a new game, one that I used to play with Zo, but hand't dared try with Violet.

Her body was responding to me, the heat from her loins growing, my gentle circles slowly beginning to snap with sticky fluid, still slow, still gentle... Violet's far leg rolled outward slightly, and I found myself slipping two fingers up and down the thick lips of her labia, my middle finger dipping ever so slightly into her as it slipped along between those juicy pussy lips.

"Mmmesss... a'nny..," Violet breathed faintly, and I put my book down, rolling slowly to my side to replace my left with my right hand, my better hand where I could have greater control while I leaned over her, watching her face twist slowly in dreaming passion. My cock was standing proud out of my boxers and digging into her hip as I began to work her pussy a little more firmly, Violet's hand's falling from my arm to her breasts. "Ahh... mhooo..," she sighed.

I couldn't believe she hadn't woken up yet, but Violet's words from earlier echoed in my ears 'you'll remember you can have me anytime,' in that sultry voice she used when we were being sexy. I was starting to need to fuck her, sliding a finger into her sodden pussy to a hushed gasp and catlike 'mmmmmm.' I couldn't resist any longer as I slowly sat up, never stopping my ministrations. I slid under the blankets and used my free hand to roll her other leg to push her open. Violets' pussy was soaking, dripping and beginning to froth down her crack. I knew too well how easily one steady push would bury me in that heavenly slick hole of hers. I crawled over her, lining myself up as I took hold of a firm tit through the old t-shirt.

I should wake her up, I knew it, but it made it so much better somehow... I pressed my cock to her opening, resting my weight on one hand next to her as I looked down at the sleeping erotically restful face of my girlfriend, and pushed in to be bathed in her thick, slippery heat.

Violet's eye's flew open. "Danny? What?"

"Needed you," I pushed to my hilt and she moaned, arching her back as her pussy gave me no resistance, taking her right to her core. I gasped, locked into her body, my cock alive with sensation as her pussy clamped down and twitched on me. Violet's back relaxed, and she stared at me confused, eyes fluttering between asleep and awake.

"Ohmigod, ohmigod," Violet panted as I begun to roll into her, penetrating deep, her pussy quaking around me, Violet's mouth was wide open, her jaw working small syllables out as she fixed her eyes on mine and gasped. The orgasm hit her hard, and she pressed her hands up to the headboard, arching her belly into me again and wrapped one leg around my hips as she exploded. She was confused, but cumming hard, really hard, "ahhhhhnnn," a gasp of passion.

"Good girl, that's good, Vi, not long," I whispered to her, "ahh god your pussy is so good." I was telling the truth, lost in the sensation of her clenching body on me, I was closing in on cumming quickly, my ass pumping up and down, her hands sliding to my hips as I pumped. "I can have you whenever I want, baby, and you are so fucking good Violet, your pussy feels like heaven, oh Jesus, Vi, I love you," I moaned.

I came, staring into her dazed eyes as she blinked through another orgasm and shivered at the sensation of my cum filling her hot little pussy, her body defenceless against me as I overwhelmed her with pleasure. Finally, I collapsed on her with a kiss, and we lay like that for a while, shame starting to creep into me at what I'd just done to her.

Not knowing where to go, what to do, I wrapped my arms under her and held her close to me, crushing her chest to mine, listening to Violet breathe slowly as my prick slowly softened, eventually falling from her love tunnel ahead of a rush of hot semen.

"Danny," Violet eventually asked into my ear in a soft whisper. "Danny, are you awake?"

I was silent a moment. This was going to go the same way it did with Zo. I could feel it. Why the fuck had I-

"Danny, baby, that was so fucking hot. I don't think I've ever come so hard," Violet whispered in my ear.

Slowly, I raised my head, looking at her in the dim of the bedroom we now shared, her arms and legs around me, her body around me, she kissed me.

"I love you too."