MOVING HOUSE

It all started with a dumb-ass prank.

My son had broken up with his long-time partner, her having being playing away behind his back. When he off-loaded their apartment, he bunked down at mine for a few week while he got sorted. I could empathise his pain in the ass, the same thing having happened to his mother and I four years earlier. I now lived on my own in a quite roomy top floor studio, but with only one bedchamber, he had to slumber on the lounge in the front room.

Coincidentally, my lease was coming up for renewal, so we had a long talk and decided it would be good for us both to affect into a 2 beddy and break the flier. In another 12 calendar month, we could see how we stood, and then displace forward as required.

speech sound like a programme, yes ? Except for my son's dumb-ass prank.

My agent arranged an ‘ open-house viewing'of my place for prospective new tenants. carnival enough.

He asked if we could puddle ourselves scarce for the two hour appointment. near of my ornaments and photo-frames were packed away anyway, so we collected up all our valuables and ‘ light-finger'magnet into a big composition board box and stowed them in the bole of my car, then rode my son's SUV down the local mall. Just as we were parking up, my son slaps his frontal bone and announces he's block his cellular telephone.

"You jump out, Pops, catch yourself a snack and I'll see you in fifteen in the food court."

So off he burns, and we meet up again 25 min later, him with a big smirk on his look.

"What's with the big grin, you ass ?"

"Oh, nothin'soda ….. There's cars pulling up everywhere outside when I left. It was funny."

"Don't surprise me.. Popular spot being so close to the mall and all."

"Yeah, really, really popular,"he splutters down his nose, trying to conquer his laughter.

"Ass,"I says,"You're an ass."

..…

We wanders around the shopping center for a long piece, my son seeming to drag his heels.

Then my jail cell rings…..

"All done, Mr. T. I'm just locking up. You can get along back now."

"agentive role,"I silently mouth at my son as I'm taking the call.

"By the way, Mr. T… have you been running a business from here ?"

"Scuse me ? business organization. What commercial enterprise ?"

"You know …. A business."

"Sorry. Dunno what you're talking about."

"Well, just so you know, Mr T., in this county it's illegal to run any mannequin of line of work from a lease without permission from the factor, but seeing as you're leaving, I'll let this one slide."

"Oh, OK,"I result, shrugging my shoulders,"I'll be sure to maintain that in mind."

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Returning to my place, my son is snorting a chuckle down his nose at almost every lamp-post.

"Ass"

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When I walks into my chamber, my jaw drop curtain to the floor as the scales fall away from my eyes.

Dangling from my bed head-board are two set of hand-cuffs. A chrome shiny set on one incline, and tap furry-fluffy 1 on the other. On top of my bedside console, there's an mixed bag of bottles of oils and jells, along with a sprinkle of unopened safety mailboat and rubber boxing glove. On the flooring there's a twosome of canes and wooden spoon, along with a bin, one-half to the full of scrunched up tissues.

But most damning of all, there's a whiteboard leaning up against the wall with my cellphone number at the top and a foresightful list of random female names down one side. Along-side each figure there are various annotation

A only, no A, both, rough, gruntle, hanker tease, no marks, long as poss…… the listing went on.

I turn to my son, who's now standing right behind me in fit of laugh and I says,

"Spoons ? Wooden spoonful ? What the inferno were you thinking ?"

………..

I took it for the dumb-ass trick that it was. It seemed pretty cool, thinking I could probably recite this chronicle a hundred times before I died. But a twosome of days later my mobile phone rang….

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I was already running late for my regular golf stretch with my best first mate, Pete, over at the links about 40 second drive away. I knew the traffic would be building with morning school-run Mom's cab, so I was in no humour to be stuffed around, so when the distaff voice on the other end stuttered and faltered and dithered with a"Errm, I was just calling, I mean, needed to verbalize. I hope it's not a bad clip, but it, I was wondering, if you don't mind ….."

Just around then my foiling boiled over and against my normal nature, I pretty much barked,

"Well, spit it out woman…."

"Oh, yes, meritless sir,"my harsh shot appearing to sweep away her wavering. You could almost hear her make to sit herself upright in her tooshie."My epithet is Charmaine, and I'm calling from Pollomina-Watts real acres ……"

Now she had my full attending. These were the realtors of my son and I's new situation where I'd signed the rental and paid a satisfying adhesion and depository. I would be handing back the Key to the old place in two mean solar day, and couldn't afford for anything to go wrong.

"Yes, how can I help ?"I queried. It was I who had suddenly become contrite.

"As you know, well obviously, you passed all our reference and police checks, but I had neglected to call your former leasing agent."

"Yes ?"I scooped, in a drawn out acknowledgment of her natural process. I had no musical theme where this would be going.

"fountainhead, he told me you appeared to get been running some sort of business from the premises."

"Oh, no, no no, he's got it all wrong ….."I began my apologetic explanation about it only being a prank.

"Because it's not classed as a job if you don't charge a fee,"she butted in, almost as a blurted-out gush.

I could see this as an slowly get-out, and I was witting of now running late for my golf-date.

"No, I don't bang anything. It's all entirely free."

"Oh, thank goodness,"the easing in her articulation almost palpable."You see, I can't afford practically, with my husband keeping a close eye on my spending and all."

"Woah, woah woah"I chattered about seven times in the outer space of a second.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry,"she responded to my check,"If you're not taking on any to a greater extent bookings…."

"No, it's not that …."

This was getting all too a good deal and sliding way out of helping hand. I needed time to think.

"smell, the truth is, you're making me late for an fitting and I need to get moving, the traffic's getting busier by the minute. You're gon na have to predict me back after luncheon. Can you do that ?"

"Oh,"she sounded surprised,"You sometimes do ….. ?"

"After lunch."I cut her off, then in a flash of dastardly inhalation, for my hold out words before I pressed ‘ end call,'I took a deep breath and growled down the tune,"From now on you start calling me ‘ master.'”

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Not surprisingly, my golf game score was codswallop. fifteen over par.

"What the hellhole's gotten into you ?"quiz my long-time friend and golf crony as we sat in the 19th hole nursing our cold beers."I know I usually win, but jeez, man, you usually give me a run for my money. Wha'sup ?"

"A very unusual quandary has reared its head, Pete, and I think you're just the right on man to ease up me some fatherlike advice."

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At 48, Pete is actually one yr younger than me, but has had a full and checked love live, having been divorced twice and currently having two cleaning lady on the go. And having spent 100 of drunken hours sharing our asshole down the pub, I don't think there were any secrets between us…. I'd no trouble with spilling my guts….

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"Wow, that's pretty rad, man,"said Pete after a tenacious puff through puffed-out cheeks."Even that's a new one on me. I'm not sure what to suggest."

"Do you think I should go for it though ? Would you ?"

"Well assuming this Charmaine chick isn't really, really smart and trying to rip a dissolute one, then for certain, reel her in. At to the lowest degree you'll get one absolve dig with no reverberation. If you can't remember seeing her at the delegacy and don't know what she's like, then hey, if she's married, she'll be too scared to complain up a bickering if she turns out to be a dud and you tell her to fuck off. And let's face it, Dez, your sex life hasn't exactly been front-page news this last twain of years."

"Suppose,"I conceded.

"Yeah, go on, go for it, bro. And hey, if she's not your eccentric, you can always return her my numeral and let me give a crack."

"Easy, tiger,"I said, snorting a laugh down my nose."One stride at a time, eh ? One pace at a time."

……….

"how-do-you-do, yeah, hi. It's Charmaine here. I'm just calling back like you said."

"Yeah, and you're late,"I barked."I said two o'clock on the dot."

"No, you didn't, I …."

"Are you calling me a liar ?"

"No, I, it's … she started to jibber.

"I've already told you once, it's ‘ sea captain'from now on. So let's try again shall we ? Are you calling me a liar ?"I growled with a smirk on my face. C'mon bitch, dig your own grave.

"No, master."

I then heard her clayey inhale of breath down the product line. I've barely said ten wrangle and she was terrified. Maybe not of me, but of potentially handing her fate to a everlasting alien. A stranger who has cuff dangling from his bed-head. And by chastity of Pete's crash course in his great women wisdom, her panting revealed she was already juicing up.

Oh boy, was this going to be fun.

…………..

I established when she'd have a duad of hours gratuitous time to follow over to mine, and ordered her to be here on the dot. She already knew the reference. In fact, with her being on the renting staff, I reasoned there was an even chance she could've been inside here before.

I'd amount clean with my son. For lots of ground really, not least of which being the fact he had the handcuffs, lube and condoms stashed away in his bed-room. I can't imagine why he hadn't thrown them away.

Just kidding…

Anyway, my son thought I was nuts, but being as it was his harlequinade which had kick-started this solid fiasco in the first place, decided there was no harm in being supportive, although there was no want for his ‘ last hurrah'comments.

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At the shell out time two afternoon later, there is a deliquium belt at my door….

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I was quite taken aback when I opened up to see her for the first time, and as we looked at each other directly eye to eye. I'd certainly never seen the cleaning lady before in my life, because I sure as shit would've remembered.

She was about five foot two with unawares brown hair and looked to be in her mid-forties, with big chubby, high-boned, waxy-skin cheeks under sparkly blue centre. Although her smile was debile, almost apologetic and embarrassed, her mouth were replete and red. Her neck was very unspecific and she had a loose, almost dangly Turkey double Chin. Her shoulder joint were spacious like that of a manual laborer, and the weapon system protruding from her escaped feed caftan seemed short, being flabby and bloated with fat. Her boob where quite turgid but looked very droopy, like two big plastic grip full of piddle. Her light blue vertical-striped kaftan did it's beneficial to camouflage the big blob of a char it concealed, with an abdomen which could well have contained overdue tercet. Two chunky, thick elephantine legs stretching down to a distich of fat chubby mortise joint completed the conniption. She must've easy been north of two fifty pounds.

….

"Charmaine, I presume."

She gave a undivided nod ‘ yes'of her head word, causing her flabby double-chin to wobble like jelly and then squeeze out at the sides as her gaze fell down to the floor.

"Well, Charmaine, there is no pauperization to verbalize, not even one word. You don't even have to say the word ‘ headmaster ’. But there's only me here in this apartment, and if you walk in through this door and close it behind you, I'm gon na spend the adjacent hour and a one-half fucking your brains out."

With that, I turned on my hound away from the spacious exposed door and went and sat on my recliner in the sofa room.

I waited with baited breath. If I heard the doorway close and then her footsteps clumping up the hallway I decided I'd better pop both the vitalagras I had set up and waiting in my pocket.

Although I was surprised by her size, I wasn't surprised this married woman wasn't getting her pauperization met by her husband. He was probably screwing the ass off a nubile nymph somewhere, a pixy a one-fourth the sizing of his wife. Maybe some randy offspring lady of pleasure from his workplace, perhaps, a slim down bint nothing like what he now had at home. But I cursed him under my hint for being the case of this big dollop of lard landing place on my doorsill. And with both vitalagras now poised in my hand, it was a dollop on the brink of getting an good afternoon of right royal fucking.

………

I heard the Elihu Yale's loud snap as its auto-lock clicked the door fully closed. I held my breathing place so I could listen any sound, and exhaled with a miscellany of emotions when I heard her shuffling her understructure on the embossed ‘ welcome home'foot wipe in the hall-way.… I swallowed both the vitalagras.

"In here,"I yelled, giving her design and charge, and looked back over my shoulder as I felt her presence fill the couch doorway.

"seminal fluid on in, don't be shy. I won't pungency, well not on your first visit,"I taunted as I waved my hand indicating she should fully participate the room and stand in front of my relaxed, seated position.

"Now then,"I took control as she stood nervously twitching and fidgeting a bare six invertebrate foot in front of my set knees."Look at me and mind up …. in here, you are no longer Charmaine, yes ? You left that prim and right ma'am at the threshold. You will now be referred to as ‘ slut ’. You will be my slovenly woman twenty three, but just a dewy-eyed ‘ slut'will suffice from now on, got that ?"

She gave a ace nod yes of her brain, accompanied by a gulping, as her gaze sank down to the floor.

"Look at me,"I barked, causing her head teacher to re-lift and her middle to mesh back onto mine."That non-answer has just earned you a diminished but painful penalization. You know what you should've said, don't you ?"

"Yes, skipper,"It was a mumble, but perfectly audible.

"What was that ?"my mechanical press making her visibly squirm.

"Yes, passkey,"her voice now more steady and sure.

"I still didn't hear it."I menaced with a growl in my vocalization. I wanted an know capitulation.

"Yes, captain,"she said, firm and committed, but then she took me totally by surprise.

"I just can't do this,"a quaver in her voice,"I really shouldn't have come …. I can't,"as she takes a whole tone towards the threshold, obviously about to flee.

I must admit, I panicked. That was completely out of left-field, and I wasn't sure what I should do. I had sight of me standing in the dock being sworn in as the guardianship of abduction and attempted rape were read out to the panel. On the other hand, she had come because she needed something, and I'm a reasonable guy. Certainly not the heartless dom-master she probably thinks I am. I took the wrinkle of least resistance.

I shot to my feet and took two tread to front her and flung my weaponry around as much of her weaponry and shoulder joint as I could circle, drawing her to my pectus and giving a soothing,"Hey, hey, hey,"as simultaneously she broke down in sobbing wet tears.

"I understand,"I soothed. There was no way I was going to let her walk out in a disenchant and distressed Department of State. It would be my word against hers in court.

"seed on, now,"I oozed."come and sit. If you aren't comfortable with this I'm not going to force you, not if it's not what you really want. That isn't the way this thing works."

I guided her back to my big old soft recliner, and watched as she slowly eased herself down and perched unsteadily on its soft, squashy edge.

"I'm sorry,"she wet sniffed as her tear-wet puffy impertinence glistened it the lighting."I didn't, can't ……"

"S'ok."I reassured. As least she wasn't going to run out on me."Take a mo. You're upset."

"No, I … it's just that when Mal told me what he thought you did …."

She saw me quizzically chase my brow as I pitched my head to one side.

"Sorry, when Mal, Malcomb from Red Roof said you were some variety of male …. Well, he wasn't sure what you were, it sounded like something I might need. I had to arrive and see …."

"And what do you need ?"I asked with real stake and fear. She didn't know it, but this was all new soil to me.

"Oh, I don't know. Something different, some excitement maybe. You've certainly given me that,"she said with a unity boo wet laugh down her fluid wet nose.

"Here, let me get you a tissue."

…..

The short interlude whilst I went and grabbed a box of tissues from my bedroom gave her enough time to wriggle back into a more normal and comfortable position in my reclining chair. I held out the box and she swooshed out several little white squares.

"So, what do you desire to do now ?"I asked."Technically you've booked me for the afternoon…… a free engagement,"I added with haste.

"Oh, I don't attention if you charge any others or not. It's just that I haven't got any spare money."

Several cruelly cutting and heartless responds sprang immediately to listen, but I thought I'd best keep my sarcastic oral fissure shut.

"well, we have the afternoon,"I repeated my reflexion as I pulled up a excess chair and sat opposite this blob queen who had made herself at abode in my very own lounger,"So, tell me a bit about yourself."

I honestly didn't want to get a line it, because I pretty much guessed what was coming, and I'd only entertained her front because of the opportunity of a mindless, guilt-free, long fuck, which apparently seemed now wiped off the computer menu. But I was relieved she was very unlikely to go to the authorities accusing me of being some sort of predatory sexual monster.

I sat for respective long second and listened. Her rambling life floor was about as predictable as snowstorms in winter. At a couplet of points I couldn't suppress an nonvoluntary inscrutable oscitancy. Then I realised I was growing an erection. Not just any old stalker. This was a full on throbbing steel girder of vitalagra induced implements of war.

Holy crap …. I'd forgotten about that.

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I shifted uncomfortably on my uncomfortable wooden chairwoman. I leaned forward almost like I had a cramp in my stomach, and with my legs squashed together I pressed my knit finger clench at the closed gap of my thighs near my knees.

"Are you OK ?"she asked with care,"You look, well, in pain."

In pain ? My boner was threatening to explode.

"It's just that….."I hesitated. It was me who was embarrassed now. I spilled the truth.

"When I entertain, if I were to put it like that, I take an enhancer, you know, a anovulant, to maximize my performance and save me on the go for, well, hours if indigence be. Solely for the benefit of my entertainees, you understand ? I like to think I send away satisfied clients."

"And you took one when I arrived ?"

"When I knew you'd come in and closed the room access behind you, yes."

"And you're erm…."as she nods her mind at my bent over posture,"you're enhanced now ?"

"Like a flagpole."I blurted my confession. It seemed pointless to try keep open hiding the uncomfortable truth.

"Oh …"was her aghast and fascinate response to this out of the blue revelation."And you took this enhancer ‘ after'you'd met me ?"the significance of the ‘ after'now slowly sinking in.

"Well, obviously,"I said with a style of annoyance at her slow consumption of the situation.

"So you intended to….."

"Very much so ….."

"fountainhead, I suppose we shouldn't let your enhancer go to squander ………."

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The end…. of part one ? You tell me.

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