Originally Posted by JopkeAccount
Ok, here we go, anonymous account and all. I was lucky enough to get out of the market near the top of the tech bubble. Took my money and invested it in some rental apartments. I was also stupid enough to think that I could manage them myself without killing myself. That lasted a few months before I hired a company to do it for me. But not before some sex-for-rentamanets. Which was really just the start.
"Sue" was already two months behind in the rent when I bought the apartment building. I had tried talking to her about it a couple of times and gotten a lot of excuses about her Ex being late with child support and extra expenses poping up because her son had gotten sick. I've always been a soft touch, had no previous expierience in dealing with something like this and didn't want to seem like a heartless douchebag, so I let her slide. Then we're about 4 months in, still no rent check and I'm getting ready to hand off control to the management company. I stop by to let her know that I'm about to begin eviction proceedings unless she could come up with some rent money.
She tries to stall me at the door but I kinda push my way in. She starts crying almost immediately. Her Ex is a complete scumbag who never sends any money. She's behind on all her bills, her job has cut back her hours and she's been going to the food bank so her son can eat. I'd be lying if I said that she wasn't getting to me with all this. I don't think she was playing me. She was just someone who was at the end of her rope and didn't know what else to do. And then I did something that I'd never done before and was completely unlike anything I had ever done (being a "Nice Guy" my entire life). I said, "Maybe we can work out some kind of arraingement."
Well, she kind of looked at me as if she wasn't sure what I was implying or just couldn't believe it. And I would be lying if I said that my stomach wasn't in knots. Like I said, I'd never even come close to doing something like this. I was way to much of a Mr Nice Guy (a big fat pussy in other words). So I said, "Listen, I come by once a week for a quickie and you don't have to worry about rent. Use the money for other things." Which was when... she burst out crying. And man, did I feel bad. I was shaking all over and was about to say never mind, just joking. But instead (and I still don't know how I got the balls to do this) I unzipped my pants, pulled out my dick and said, "Go ahead, you know it's the best thing to do." And, she did (blow me that is).
So after I finish (she ran to the bathroom to spit), she starts telling me how she's not a whore, she's never done anything like this before, etc. I tell her not to worry, that I don't really care and then I got the hell out of there. This goes on for a few weeks. I stop by once a week while her sons at school. All bj's so far. Each time, she tries to make conversation with me. I think it makes her feel less like a whore and more "normal" if we're talking about average, every day BS. She's attractive enough but definitley has an aura of having been beaten down in life. I look around her apartment. It looks like poor people live there. But she keeps it clean and has her sons school trophies and awards out. So I figure, hey, at least she's trying to be a good Mom, right? That's cool.
So far, I'm enjoying feeling like a pimp and getting no strings attached hummers. Any feelings of guilt are long gone. It's all much more enjoyable than the rent money (which I didn't need) would have been. About a month and a half in, I remember the conversation about visiting the food bank and drop off a gift certificate to the local super market after my weekly bj. What a great guy I am, right? Well, that's when things got really interesting.
So the next time I stop by, she opens the door and there're candles lit, she's wearing some lingerie and she's all over me. Takes me to the couch, asks if she can get me a beer (sure, why not?) and then proceeds to give me my weekly bj. And this time, for the first time, she swallows. Holy ****, what the hell is going on? Next thing I know, she's goes to the oven and takes out some frozen egg rolls she had heated up. I know it sounds stupid, but that's what really got to me. I had obviously put 2 and 2 together and figured out that she was trying to "romance" me. And the best she could do (or could think to do) was to heat me up some cheap supermarket frozen egg rolls. It would never have occured to me to mock her or make her feel bad about it. Instead, I acted like those egg rolls were the best I ever had.
I've never been good with women. The few girlfriends I've ever had have walked all over me. And when I came into money, it was even worse as most were blatant gold diggers. This arraingement had been good up till now. It didn't feel like I was paying for it (even though I obviously was). And she was a nice enough person. We weren't "soul mates" or anything stupid like that but we got along pretty well as people and she wasn't greedy or crazy.So that's when I came up with my grand idea.
I laid it all out there for her. I'd meet her son. We would all get to know each other in a "normal" way. If things worked out, they could both move in with me. I'd make sure they were taken care of. I'd send her son to the local private school. She wouldn't have to worry about anything. You could see the relief and happiness on her face. Except for one thing. And that's when I dropped the hammer. When it came to sex, it was what I want, how I want it and when I want it. Now and forever. I snap my figures and point at my dick, you're on your knees sucking it. I want to stick in your ass, come on your tits and have you lick it off, or bring home a stripper for a three way, your answer is always yes.
She, of course, burst out crying. I was shaking inside. I couldn't believe that I had managed to say all that without cracking from the pressure. I was hardcore and I knew it! I stroked her hair and told her it was all going to be okay. Then I told her to turn around, drop her draws and bend over the couch. Which she did. I squirted some baby oil on my dick and stuck it in her ass. She cried out in shock and she was sobbing pretty heavy at first. Then, about half way through, with God as my witness, she cried out, "I'm a good little whore. I'm Daddy's good little whore."
We've been together 4 years this January. I adopted her son last year.
