Living with My Tenant’s Daughter’s Influence

I live outside a small urban village on a dead-end road, where I own the last two houses and rent one out to a lovely woman named Johnnie. She’s recently divorced, and her teenage son, Frankie, spends every other weekend with her.

During the first two weeks, Johnnie and I became fast friends, bonding over our shared love of gardening and barbecues. I couldn’t help but notice her stunning figure, often clad in tight shorts and revealing tops. She’d tease me good-naturedly, saying she was working on her tan, but I suspected she was actually working on me – or rather, my penis.

One Friday evening, Frankie arrived for a visit, and Johnnie introduced us. I was taken aback by Frankie’s cold demeanor, but Johnnie seemed to handle him with ease.

The next morning, I was awoken by Frankie’s screams and slamming doors. I looked at the clock and saw it was 9 am – perfect timing to get up and start the day. I dressed, made some coffee, and headed over to Johnnie’s to see if she’d like a cup. That’s what I usually did on weekends, so it was just business as usual.

As I approached her back door, I was taken aback by the sight of Johnnie standing stark naked on the porch, her hands behind her back. Her feet were in chalk outlines spaced two feet apart, and her face was flushed with exertion. I looked her up and down, and she caught my eye, her breathing labored from some unknown exertion.

Johnnie whispered, “Please go away. I’ll explain everything Sunday night after he leaves.”

As I entered my house, I heard Frankie ask, “Who were you talking to?” Johnnie replied, “No one, I was trying to shoo a fly off my nose.” I wondered if she’d been handcuffed, but I pushed the thought aside.

As I worked in my garden, I couldn’t help but glance over at Johnnie’s house, catching glimpses of her pressing her bare tits against the windows. I wondered what kind of relationship she had with her son, and whether he was aware of her desires.

Later that day, Johnnie came out of her house wearing nothing but a pair of panties, and asked if she could have two burgers. I agreed, and as she handed me back the plate, she whispered, “My son has made me his sex slave. I seduced him a couple of years ago, and I’ve been paying for it ever since.”

I looked at her hard nipples, standing out erect under her bra, and saw a wet spot forming in her panties. I asked her to turn around, and she revealed the bright red welts from a recent beating. I asked, “Why did he beat you?” She whispered, “Because I spoke to you this morning. I was to be silent for the entire hour that I was to stand there.”

I smiled and said, “I take it that he sent you out to me in just your panties.” Johnnie nodded, and I asked her to remove her panties and soak them with her own fluids. She smiled, and as she did, I saw a glimmer of excitement in her eyes.

“I’ll just tell my son that they were the price I had to pay for our supper,” she said, winking at me. And with that, she handed over the soaked panties, and I knew I was in for a wild ride.

Over the next few days, Johnnie and I grew closer, bonding over our shared desire for each other. We’d steal glances at each other, and I could see the spark of attraction between us. One day, I asked her if she’d consider selling herself to me, and she agreed, provided I’d help her son get a motorcycle.

We negotiated the terms, and eventually, Johnnie’s son, Frankie, signed a contract turning his mother over to me as a sex slave. Johnnie was thrilled, and I was ecstatic. We’d found a way to be together, and I knew our love would only continue to grow.

As the days turned into weeks, Johnnie and I grew closer, our love becoming more passionate and all-consuming. We’d steal glances at each other, and I could see the spark of attraction between us. One day, Johnnie suggested we invite a friend over for a threesome, and I agreed, eager to explore new horizons with the woman I loved.

As we welcomed our friend, a stunning executive, into our home, I knew this was just the beginning of our wildest adventures together. And as we embarked on this new journey, I knew that Johnnie and I would be together, forever.

Our love was strong, passionate, and all-consuming. We’d explore new horizons, push boundaries, and never look back. And as we stood together, wrapped in each other’s arms, I knew that we were unstoppable – a force to be reckoned with.

Johnnie and I were two people, bound together by our love for each other. We’d weather any storm, face any challenge, and emerge stronger on the other side. Our love was a flame that burned bright, and nothing could extinguish it.

As the days turned into weeks, and the weeks turned into months, Johnnie and I grew closer, our love becoming more intense and all-consuming. We’d steal glances at each other, and I could see the spark of attraction between us. One day, Johnnie suggested we invite a friend over for a threesome, and I agreed, eager to explore new horizons with the woman I loved.

As we welcomed our friend, a stunning executive, into our home, I knew this was just the beginning of our wildest adventures together. And as we embarked on this new journey, I knew that Johnnie and I would be together, forever.

We were two people, bound together by our love for each other. We’d weather any storm, face any challenge, and emerge stronger on the other side. Our love was a flame that burned bright, and nothing could extinguish it.

Johnnie and I were way ahead of the game – and we knew it.