Karl was outside, doing some maintenance on the property. After all those years sitting at a desk, bending over a keyboard and writing code on a green on black computer monitor, he enjoyed being outside, enjoyed the physical labor. Right now he was hanging an add-on to the main apartment sign, noting that there was a vacancy. One of the tenets that moved away. He regarded as a bit of a loss; they'd only been in the building about four months, and he hadn't had a chance to enter into his usual rent reduction negotiations yet.

He hung out the sign, "Apartment Available. Free Internet included."

As he backed away from the sign, he bent down to pull some weeds that were popping up through the mulch surrounding the sign. At that moment, he heard a car pulling behind him; it stopped.

Nancy was looking at him through the passenger window which she was lowering. "Karl?"

He turned to face her. Nancy was a pretty woman, 36 years old. But she had one of those strange bodies. From the waist up, she had the body of a young teenager, but from the waist down she was built like a Russian grandmother.

Through the car window, she looked pretty good, having recently done her hair, honey blond, with long curls dropping down toward her shoulder. "Yes, Nancy?"

"I need to talk to you about something. Would you be able to stop by my apartment in about half an hour?"

Karl looked at his watch. 3:30 now. "Sure. I'll swing by about 4."

Nancy smiled sweetly and pushed the button to roll the window up as she pulled behind the building.

Let's see, Karl thought, Nancy's rent isn't due for two weeks. I wonder what's up.

Karl puttered around the yard a little more, picking up and pulling some weeds, and then headed inside. He washed up, just a little, and changed shirts. He headed up the stairs toward 2 B and heard voices in the hallway.

Nancy was speaking, "Go on girls. It is a special treat. Just go on to Dairy Queen and get dinner. Then you can go to the park and do not come home before 5:30." A question was spoken, too soft to hear. "I'm just tired. Don't worry about it. I'll see you later." The door closed and, as Karl rounded the stairwell, the two girls came running down the stairs. Lacey was eleven. Brown hair just short of her shoulders, average height, slender. Little bumps under her shirt and just starting to show some slight curves on her otherwise straight up and down figure. Kaitlyn followed. Nine years old, very blond, very pretty, gone too quick to appreciate, but a quick moment of eye contact with Karl and a smile.

Karl went up to the door and was about to knock, when the door opened. Nancy was standing there. She had put on fresh lipstick, brushed her hair and was wearing a cheap satin bathrobe. "Hi Karl," Nancy said. Taking him by the hand and leading him into the apartment. She closed the door behind him, and immediately turned and picked up two glasses. Pressing one of them into his hand, "Bourbon, right?" she inquired. She drank hers down quickly and walked away toward the middle of the room.

"Sure, thanks. So, what can I do for you today, Nancy? Plumbing problem? Stove working OK? Air conditioning?"

She leaned back on her left foot. Her right leg stuck out from the gap in her robe. She apparently did not have on pajama pants. "No, Karl. This is ... well, kind of embarrassing. Things have really slowed down at work. I got my hours cut ... which is better than getting laid off ... and I can't find a second job. I mean I'd waitress or anything. But there is nothing out there. So things are really tight, and I'm gonna have trouble making the whole rent this month. I was wondering if there was anything you could do ... or I mean, I could do to get a discount on the rent."

"Boy, I don't know. Things are pretty tight for the owner too, Nancy. We have a couple empty units. I don't know."

Nancy walked over to the kitchen counter and poured another drink for herself. She dropped in a couple of ice cubes and almost immediately slammed the whole drink down.

"I'd, uh, do anything you needed if you could help me out. Money's really tight this month." She sat down on the couch, facing him, her back half against the back of the couch and half against the plush arm. Her feet were in the floor.

"I feel like we're beating around the bush here, Nancy." He knew where this was going, but Karl liked puns. "Why don't you tell me what you have in mind?"

"Well," she said, "I've heard rumors about certain, um, discounts that are available." With that, she left her right foot on the floor, but lifted her left foot up and hooked it over the back of the couch. Untying her robe, she completely exposed herself. She had on nothing under the robe but a bustier. Her ample labia were completely exposed.

Karl's eye went right to her pussy. Lips protruding. Lovely and inviting. But it was hard to ignore those thighs. At least twice what they should have been for her upper body. And flabby. But the pussy. She had shaved it. From the razor burn, probably this morning. That's nice. "Reach down with both hands and spread it for me."

Nancy seemed unsure, then did as she had been told. Pulling her labia open revealed that she had a gape in her vagina. Karl knew what he was going to find, but he decided to check anyway. He tried to insert his finger, but she was not yet wet. He licked his index finger and slipped it inside. This was a woman who needed to do her Kegel exercises, and had not. He could probably put half his hand in there and never touch the sides, Karl thought, cruelly.

He pulled his hand back, slipping his finger out of the puss. With the back of his hand, he slapped her left thigh. It jiggled. "I thought you said things were tight," Karl said, with a cruel bit of emphasis on the last word. Nancy looked at him, at first unsure what to do, and then, thinking she understood, she pulled her foot off the back of the couch. She lifted herself up and turned over, slipping off the robe and dropping it on the floor. She put her face into the corner of the couch, her chin on the bottom cushion. Her face disappeared into the corner; one cheek against the back cushion, one against the arm. She readied herself for the pain of having her anus opened. Pushing her ass into the air, she reached a somehow wet finger back through between her legs and began to play with her own butt hole. Slipping a finger into her anus, she tried to relax it in preparation.

Karl looked at this new sight. Again tempted. Really tempted. A woman's ass had such a different feel than a pussy. Smooth and tight. But part of the excitement of a buttfuck was the view. And while watching his cock go in and out of Nancy's brown hole, he would inevitably see her enormous ass, cellulite jigging the whole time. He slapped her on the ass, hard. More jiggling. And it lasted a while.

She startled from the slap. "Raise up there, Nancy. That's not what I had in mind, either." Karl walked to the end of the couch. Nancy had placed her hands on the arm of the couch and was raising herself up. With her hands just below her rising chin, she looked expectant, almost begging. As she rose up, the bustier pulled down and her nipples, and then most of her breasts, pulled free from the top.

"Hold that pose, Nancy," Karl instructed, not quite sternly, but not instructing nicely either; certainly not asking. "Don't move."

He walked into the kitchenette. He grabbed another glass and set his own down. He dropped a couple of ice cubes into one, four or five into his own, then filled the 10 ounce tumblers with whiskey from the bottle on the counter. He walked back into the living room. Nancy looked like a puppy begging for a treat. He handed her the fullest of the glasses. "Slam it down." Apparently used to following instructions, Nancy immediately gulped down the liquor. She shivered a bit as she finished. As she drank, Karl walked over to the book case and picked up an 8 x 10 picture from the shelf. Nancy could not see what picture he had. He walked back over to her.

She had dropped the glass on the couch. "Should I still hold this pose?"

"Yes." He reached down with his glass and rubbed the cold, wet surface against her left nipple. It jumped to attention. She inhaled sharply but did not protest at all. He took another sip of the whiskey, reached down and told her to hold his glass. She took it obediently.

He continued to hold the picture, looking at it, then at her, then back at the picture, as he ran his fingers through her hair. Down her face. Across her lips. She kissed his fingers. He slipped one in between her lips. Now another. He soon had three fingers deep in her mouth. She sucked on them so that there was a little sound when he pulled them out. Down her chin, slowly, then her neck. Finally down to her breast. He squeezed her breast. Hard. Another gasp, this time of a little pain. Then he started to circle and play with the nipple.

"Nancy, you told me things were tight. Well, if I'm going to help you out this way, things need to be ... really ... tight."

"I don't understand," Nancy said, the booze hitting her pretty hard. "But, what do you want, Karl. I'll do whatever I can to make you happy."

Karl looked at her and then again at the picture. She also looked at the picture, but all she could see was the black cardboard backing and the triangle of cardboard that held it upright on the shelf.

"Well that's nice to hear, Nancy. Rub my crotch." She obediently started to do so. "I appreciate the other offers, but well, I thought you said things were really tight. And if I am going to go out on a limb for you, I would expect things are ... really ... tight."

As he said the last words, he set down the picture in front of her. A look of shock came across her face. Her hand stopped on his crotch. She looked up at him. "No, I couldn't."

"I didn't tell you to stop with your hand." She started rubbing his cock through his jeans again. "And don't tell me you couldn't, because you have before."

"I ... um ... didn't know you knew about that. But I almost lost them." She looked again at the picture. It was a spring photo of her two daughters, sitting on a picnic table. "I couldn't take that chance again."

"But you didn't lose custody, did you?" He reached down and played with her nipple; she gasped a little. "In fact, Lacey never said a word, did she? If Harry hadn't confessed - that's his name... Harry, right? - to what she claimed never happened, he'd still be around wouldn't he? And he'd still be diddling her, wouldn't he."

"Yes."

"And you'd still be looking the other way."

"Yes ... but he's in prison, and I ... I ... umm ... couldn't let that happen again." Nancy stammered.

"Take it out." She immediately began to undo his pants, like a woman in a hurry. Moments later she had his cock in her hand. She started to lean toward it to suck it into her mouth. He put his hand out to stop her. He tipped her chin up to look him in the eye. "You could let it happen. It would cut your rent by $200 a month."

She replied, "You don't really think I'd pimp my daughter for rent money, do you?" She looked down at the cock. The tone of her voice softened. "It's not gonna happen." That last statement sounded more like an uncertain hope than a protest. There was a long pause as she thought. "But if it did, what would you expect her to do?"

"I wouldn't do anything she didn't want to do. I'm a lover, not a rapist." Before he could react, she bobbed her head down on the head of his cock. She started to suck and pump with her hand at the same time. She was good.

"Ooooh. You're good at this."

"Mmmmmm-hmmmmm."

"And you like doing it."

"Mmmmmm-hmmmmm."

"Mmm. How did you get so good at this?"

She stopped for just a moment looked up at him and said, "Practice," and bobbed down on him again.

"Really? How many cocks have you sucked."

She removed him from her mouth and looked, blankly into the corner. "Probably a hundred. Maybe 150," she said. Her tone was a cross between being very matter of fact, and a little irritated at having to stop her work to answer.

"Wow. How did you get to so many?"

"Harry also liked to take me to porn arcades that had glory holes. He liked to watch. But this is the first one I have had since he was sentenced." She resumed the job.

Karl reached down to play with her nipple, and picked up the picture from the arm of the couch. "Well, too bad. This is nice, but I guess the full rent will be do in two weeks." There was a long pause as she worked him toward climax.

"Nothing she doesn't want to do, right?"

"Right. But she has to know that she has to be nice to me and make sure I'm happy. Since she was with Harry, she'll understand."

"You're a sick bastard." Her hand working him hard now.

"Yes, I know."

"What should I have her wear? Anything special?"

"No, just something age appropriate. So she comes to my apartment when I am there at lunch time, on Monday in two weeks. Just tell her that she needs to be nice to me. To make me happy. And I won't do anything that she doesn't want me to. And that's enough for $200 off the rent this month, ok? Deal?"

"Two Fifty with this blow job," Nancy insisted.

"Two twenty five," he bargained. "Since you now understand exactly what I like, why do you think a blow-job from a forty year old would be worth 50?"

"I'm thirty-six, asshole! Not forty." But she went back to work on his cock. He was getting close, but just not able to cum. He looked at her head, bobbing back and forth on his cock. He wanted to, but he then caught sight of her wide ass and started to lose his concentration.

He quickly lifted up the picture in his hand. He looked at eleven year old Lacy and just imagined this was her, and how she would look in this position with her slim ass before him and her mouth on his cock. A few moments of focus on his imagination was all it took. He came.

Karl thought about telling Nancy to open her mouth and show him the cum on her tongue before swallowing, like a porn starlet. And like so many of his tenants had learned to do. But he decided that it was not necessary, as this was not the main event. Besides, the alcohol and the lack of recent experience left Nancy struggling. She choked and coughed, and Karl reached over and handed her a kleenex so she spit and wipe her tongue and spit again.

Karl grabbed her neck and hair and pulled her up tall on her knees on the couch, leaned down and gave her a kiss. She looked pleased, even as mascara was starting to run from the tears. Why was she crying? He hadn't been that rough. Were they tears of joy? Karl didn't really want to know, so he jammed his tongue into her mouth, pulled her hair in his hand and kissed her hard.

Letting her go, she almost fell. "Well then Lacy can bring the rent in two weeks. On the 17th. About lunch time. Thanks Nancy. Have a great evening." And Karl strolled out of the apartment.