Hey just a quick update on the short story poll. The majority of you voted for me to work on Neighborhood Chronicles even if I don't get the chapter out this month. I'm working on it! Stay tuned. We'll get back to the other stories soon too.
But lets jump into Toxic Attraction. Here is the early alpha draft full of errors and issues ready for your insider feedback. Let me know what you think. I've been wanting to write a scene in a certain location that shows up near the end here for a long time after my own experiences.
Lets get to the good stuff!
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Sarah kept her eyes closed for most of the Uber ride home. She’d drank too much and she welcomed the escape of sleep to douse the vivid memories of the bar’s bathroom stall. She hadn’t expected any of that.
She should have known better. Lester never did anything without a reason. He’d known that hole in the wall was there when he recommended the bar to them. And she’d loved every second of it. Again, Lester knew what she needed better then she did.
Sarah groggily opened her eyes and looked at her mom. To her surprise, her mother was blankly staring out the window with unfocused eyes.
“You okay?” Sarah asked.
Her mother didn’t respond.
“Mom?” Sarah said louder.
“Hmmm?” Her mother blinked, “Sorry, what?”
“Are you okay?” Sarah repeated.
“Yes. I’m fine,” Her mother slurred her words, “Just thinking about something.”
“Something good or bad?” Sarah asked as the streets of Chicago blurred by the window. She closed her eyes, trying not to get the spins.
“I don’t know,” her mother said softly. Sarah let herself drift until the Uber pulled up in front of Dan’s apartment building. They both stumbled into the elevator and made their way to Lester’s apartment.
Her mother quickly found the couch and face planted onto it. Sarah dazily laughed at seeing her mother in such a state. She looked around and found a blanket to drape over it. There weren’t any extra pillows or linens in the apartment like she had back home for guests. Sarah’s mind let the thought go as she stumbled down the hallway, passing the bathroom and flung open the door to Dan’s room. She side eyed the anime poster Lester had put up on the wall and kicked the door shut. The small, uncomfortable bed called to her. Lester’s was much more comfortable but she couldn’t with her mom in the apartment.
She got under the covers and with a deep sigh, quickly passed out.
***
Lester tailed the Uber through the dark Chicago streets. He had hoped Renee would have touched him through the glory hole but she didn’t take the bait. It wasn’t a surprise. He had barely begun to work her. But he saw the signs. The same signs he saw with Sarah. He knew he could have her if he put in the work. But the opportunities with her were much less frequesnt then he’d had with Sarah. He was especially lacking that extra leverage of Dan’s fantasy to exploit.
It was s fun, side project but he didn’t want to get too distracted. He’d been back in the city for only a few hours before he let himself be dragged out to push Sarah’s boundaries. He hadn’t even had time to secure his network when outside parties were trying to pentrate it.
The irony of the situation wasn’t lost on him. If Dan had taken better care to secure his marriage and relationship with his wife, he wouldn’t find himself in his current predicament. He didn’t want to end up like Dan.
As the pulled his car into the apartment’s parking lot, he vowed to go upstairs and secure his shit. He parked, and watched as the women stumbled out of the Uber and didn’t even look in his direction. It was almost too easy.
Lester killed the SUV’s engine as the Uber pulled away. He got out and walked across the dark parking lot to the backdoor and went inside. The digital sign above the elevator showed the carriage stopped at his floor. He pressed the button to call it back down and on a whim, walked over to the bank of metal mailboxes along the wall. He opened his unit and fished out several enevelopes then froze. His lips turned upwards when he felt the two packages waiting for him.
He fished them out and his smile grew even wider. Both contained addresses from his mail forwarding service. The one he used to route packages from the dark web. Excellent. Lester felt a surge of energy and rushed to the elevator as the doors slide open.
He rode it up and quickly made his way to apartment. He hovered at the door, keys in hand as he listened. He couldn’t hear anything from the other side of the door. Still, he waited, not wanting to walk in on the women. Judging by their state of inebriation it wouldn’t be long before they’d pass out. He considered himself an expert on the subject after extensive monitoring and research of his prior roommates.
After waiting for exactly five more minutes, Lester slide his key into the lock and opened the door. The apartment was dark just as he expected. He took extra care to close the door quietly and stood in the darkness, listening.
The apartment was silent, except for quiet inhales and exhales coming from the couch. Lester took care as he walked across the floor to the back of the couch, leaned over and peered down at the form of Renee splayed out there.
He felt his cock harden and press into the back of the couch. <i>Excellent.</i>
Temptation rose within him but he pushed it back down, relying on his credence of patience that had served him so well. Everything in time.
Lester licked his lips and tore his eyes from Sarah’s sleeping mother. He looked down the dark hallway, wondering where his bride to be was. His room waiting for him? Dan’s? Or passed out in the bathroom. She was predictable, just like her husband. She’d be in Dan’s room.
Lester started towards the hallway but stopped, turning back to the sleeping beauty on the couch. He walked around next to her, stopping to hover by her head. She was on her back, hand drapped behind her head as a makeshift pillow. The blanket she had been using had worked its way down to her waist, giving Lester a great view of her upper body.
Lester grinned and reached out, cupping one of her breasts. Renee didn’t stir. He pressed his thumb in and found her nipple and gently applied some pressure to it while he made circles. That elicited a soft, almost indistinguisable moan from Sarah’s mother. Lester’s smile broadened as he glanced over his shoulder at the electrical outlit camera embedded in the wall, a nod to his future shelf.
Lester licked his lips and let up the pressure on her breasts. His fingers trailed up the exposed skin of her chest and neck. The smile disappared from his face as his eyes focused on the older women. Still, so youthful and beautiful, ready to be conquered by him. His hand cupped her face and he lovingly stroked it, pushing her hair back behind her ear. Lesterl icked his lips against and ran his thumb over her pink lips. Then he pushed the tip of his thumb, just past them, parting them. Renee didn’t respond but Lester sucked in a breath when he touched her teeth. He knew going further would push things into the realm of disturbing her so he held himself back.
He hadn’t been watching her consumation of drinks like he had Sarah. He didn’t know what she’d consumed when he’d taken her daughter in the bathroom stall. Still, he couldn’t resist just pushing a bit more.
He licked his lips and pressed them against Renee’s. Her body shifted slightly but otherwise she didn’t respond. Lester pulled back and slowly licked the side of her face. She jerked away but Lester held her in place and left another trail of saliva on her, marking her.
Lester stood up and adjusted himself. He wanted more but decided against it. He grabbed his letters and packages from the coffee table and headed to his lair. The bathroom door was open while Dan’s was shut. Predictable.
He closed his bedroom door behind him, running the bolt closed. He fired up his battle station and dug into the packages as it came online. The pale light of the monitor illuminated his obese form as he ripped the packaging open. His cock twitched and a smile spread onto his face.
<I>Perfect.</i>
Lester quickly typed in his password. The monitor shifted to his familiar desktop. In the corner of the screen a red blinking icon caught his eye. A critical issue with his network’s security that needed his attention. He needed to address the attempted attack by Cronos and his lackeys. His mouse hovered over the icon but his eyes drifted to the package in front of him.
The ignored the blinking icon and shifted the mouse to his folders, pulling up the picture he’d snapped of Sarah’s birth control packaging. In the bright light of the computer, Lester’s grin looked uglier than usual.
He held up the blister package he’d just received and compared it to the one on the screen. Identical. Lester’s cock swelled. He opened up his cameras and his eyes locked on Sarah’s sleeping form on Dan’s bed. Soon.
Lester licked his lips and focused on the other package in front of him. He opened it up with care, revealing the blank pill bottle. Unscrewing the cap, he dumped a handful of the pills out into his hand then looked between them and the monitor. Again, a perfect match. And Lester had even had these verified by an indepdent, discrete lab. Nothing harmful, just placebos.
He would need to wait until the morning to finalize these. He needed to put the pills in the blister package and then seal the aluminen backing to it with the heat from a hair dryer. The noise would just wake up the women.
Lester still planned on tyring to convince Sarah to get off the pills all together. But layers and contiengenices were just part of good planning.
He pushed the packages to the side and finally opened the blinking icon. He frowned. The expected intrusions into his network were there waiting for him. But he hadn’t expected the additional alerts.
The ones tracking inquiries into himself, Sarah and Dan. The alerts he set up for his other conquests and previous roommates were all normal. But someone out there was looking into Sarah, Dan and himself. Jesse perhaps? Or did that little shit open his mouth? The fact that all of them had elevated inquiries was an issue. Someone was looking into all three of them.
He ran down the lists of potential perpetrators in his mind. The list wasn’t long. Only a handful of people would know to look at all three of them. Someone like Vernon, Jessoe or even Otis. Maybe one of the D&D guys. Not many people had seen the three of them together. Jesse, of course. Perhaps his shitbag boss Byron. Anyone else? And why were they looking into them?
Lester’s mind hovered on Byron. There was something there. Something he needed to look further into.
Movement caught his eye. Renee was beginning to sitr. Bad timing. His gaze stayed to the women’s form shifting on the couch. The blanket falling away from her body. Lester was never one to let an opportunity go to waste.
He quickly locked his computer and struggled out of his shirt before dropping his oversized pants to the ground. His ratty boxers quickly followed before the computer’s monitor illuminated his naked form.
Easing the door open, Lester stepped out into the dark hallway. He surpressed a grin as he passed Dan’s door. Sarah was asleep in there while he played. It was just too good of an opportunity to pass up. Another seed, begging to be planted. He stopped, hovering at he entrance to the living room, listening to Sarah’s mother stirring. She was making light, little groans as she began to wake.
Lester wondered what she was dreaming about. She had quite the stimulating night, after all. Renee let out one last unsatisfied groan and he heard the telltale sounds of a shuffling blanket and movement on the couch. Lester waited in the shadows of the hallway, watching.
Renee’s darkened form sat up on the couch. She sat there for several seconds before rising and feeling her way around the couch. Lester planned on accidently bumping into her on her presumed way to the bathroom.
On shaky legs, Renee moved around the couch, pausing to balance herself. Instead of the bathroom, she headed in the direction of the kitchen and flicked the lights on.
She disappeared from sight and Lester heard the fridge and cupboards opening. Without waiting, he plodded across the living room floor, taking special care to make his presense known.
Lester slowed his breath, trying not let his phallic excitment show. He pushed his way into the kitchen and felt his balls contract at the sight of Renee bending over slightly as she looked in the fridge. Her dark blue denim jeans had no business looking that good.
His decision to buy a fridge with the freezer on top was paying off yet again.
“Need something?” Lester said as he stepped forward.
“Uh, um just looking for your water,” Renee said, still peering into the refrigerator. Lester stepped closer, putting a hand on the fridge door and easing it open, letting him move in closer.
“The tap is over there,” Lester said.
Renee stood up and turned towards him, “You don’t have any bottles or filtered water or a…”
Renee trailed off, her eyes going wide as she turned fully towards him. She swayed slightly as she locked eyes with him, then her gaze took in his naked torso.
Lester grinned internally as Renee’s gaze lowered to his crotch. When confronted with a naked man, women always looked. Always.
Renee took in a sharp breath and her jaw dropped. Lester knew the best move here was to pretend not to notice. He stepped closer to her, essentially trapping her between himself and the wall behind her. He reached into the fridge and said, “Nope. Just the tap water sorry. Bottles are bad for the environment.”
He reached into the fridge to grab a can of Coke, pretending not to notice the still flabbergasted look on Renee’s face. When he pulled back up to his full height, he tilted his head at her, “Is everything okay? Did you girls drink to much?”
“Uhhmmmm,” Renee sputtered as she looked at the ceiling. Lester looked followed her gaze up.
“Something wrong with the ceiling?” He asked nonchantelly. He knew he couldn’t press too hard. Not yet. So he moved a few paces away to the cupboard where his Cheetos were. He watched Renee from the mirror on the wall, and caught her breaking her gaze with the ceiling to sneak another glance at his crotch.
“No, uh, its just that—“ Renee said, “You’re uh, naked.”
“Oh, shit,” Lester feigned ignorance, “Sorry. I’m not used to having anyone besides Dan. I completely forgot.”
Lester pulled out the big bag of Cheetos and turned fully towards Renee, letting his cock slap in leg.
“Could you do me a favor?” Lester asked Renee who was looking anywhere but at him.
“Uhm, maybe. What favor?” She said carefully but Lester still caught the slight slur in her words.
“Could we keep my little snafu between us? Sarah would probably yell at me if she knew I did this again,” Lester said.
“Sure, yeah. No problem,” Renee said meeting his eye with an awkward smile before quickly averting her gaze again.
“Thank you. I’m sorry again. Sarah was caught off guard last time she caught me like this in the middle of the night,” Lester smiled and left the kitchen. Renee let out a long breath.
Lester quickly turned around and stepped back into the kitchen, cock on full display.
Renee’s eyes immediately locked on his cock, eyes going wide again and she fumbled to close the fridge door.
“Oh and Renee?” Lester said.
“Y-Yes, Lester?” Renee bumbled.
“Have a great night. Let me know if you need anything. Anything at all,” Lester said. Before she could respond, Lester turneed and marched back to his room.
He closed the door but didn’t bolt it. Setting down his Cheetos and Coke, he quickly keyed in his password and watched Renee on the camera. She was still standing in the same place he left her with the same shocked expression on her face. It was cute and Lester let himself grow to full mast.
His naked form had rattled her. And now she knew what he was packing. He hadn’t planned the comment about Sarah but he wondered what she would do with it. Sometimes, the best things in life came from unexpected directions.
Renee steadied herself on the counter before grabbing a glass and filling it with water. She emptied the entire glass in a few swallowed, filled it up again and headed back to the couch.
She pulled the blankets up over her and turned away from the camera. Lester watched, hoping for some action but it looked like the blonde bombshell just went to sleep. Hopefully she handn’t drank too much that she wouldn’t remember their late night encounter.
Lester pulled the camera feed to his second monitor, cracked open his Coke and fired up World of Warcraft.
***
Renee laid there with her eyes closed, replaying the events of the night in her mind. Not only had she willingly stayed in the washroom and touched herself during an illicit public threesome but she had actively gone back to that stall and stared at the giant cock that had come through the wall, almost reaching out to touch it.
Now, not even a few hours later her entire mind was trying to do the metnal math to understand how someone so short and unappealing like Dan’s roommate Lester could have one of the biggest penieses she ever seen in her life. She would have said the biggest but the one at the bar had been huge too. She wondered which was larger.
She closed her eyes tight, trying to will sleep to come take her again and bring her away from these lewd thoughts. It wasn’t right. She was married. And yet already being in Chicago less then twenty four hours she had already seen the private parts of two other men, who weren’t her husband.
Lester’s cock, hanging limply among the patch of dense public hair was almost longer than her husband when he was fully erect. [Husband Name]’s penis also felt so big and full inside of her. She couldn’t imagine how something like Lester’s would feel.
Then she realized with a squirm that she had just thought about having sex with Lester. She closed her eyes tighter, and started to recite the Lord’s Prayer in her head to distract herself.
***
Dan felt his stomach twisting into knots again as he stared into his refridgerator. Even after going grocery shopping the night before, his fridge’s interior looked pretty bare. It wasn’t just the declined credit cards, a dollar just didn’t go as far as it used to.
He hated everything about his current financial situation. He was supposed to be the provider. The one to put his wife and kids’s lives on easy street and leave them wanting for nothing. To be a man and provide. Instead he felt like a failure, circling the drain, watching his life spiral out of control.
And now, somehow things were worse then ever. Lester, who was supposed to be a short term, temporary roomate and somehow Weasled his way into every facet of their lives. The obese, ugly man was someone now part of his relationship with Sarah. A throuple, whatever the hell that was.
Dan still didn’t understand it himself or how to navigate it. It was easier to just shut it out, not acknowledge it and pretend everything was okay. His brain was happy to accept this strategy and protect his ego.
The girls were playing upstairs in their room but their little laughs still echoed down to him. He needed to make them breakfast. He wanted to do somethign special, like his parents used to for him; eggs, bacon, sauage and and whole great breakfast spread. But the fridge didn’t have those things. The best he could do for his girls was cereal or toast.
He calmed his breathing and shoved two pieces of bread into the toaster. He’d make the best damn penaut butter toast the girls had ever had.
Still, the public embarssedment of having his cards declined and having to cut his grocery trip down still weight on him. He needed money. He needed things with Sentienel Securities to ramp off. He needed his side business to ramp up. He needed to find himself and Sarah new jobs to bring in more cash.
He wished Sarah hadn’t left. He was still pissed with her. Still pissed at himself. At the whole situation. But he still wanted her. Still wanted her to be there with him. After such a long time apart, they should try to spend as much time together as possible. Try to chart the future of their lives together.
Instead she was at her parents and he was home with an empty fridge and empty wallet. He needed help. At least Lester was covering his rent and mortage and the other bills to give him some breathing room.
He didn’t like it but he’d take advantage of —
Lester.
Lester wanted to be part of their lives and help cover some of their expenses. The motherfucker (literally) was supposed to help them pay for groceries. It was the least fucking thing he could do after all the liberaties he’d taken with Sarah.
Dan pulled out his phone and shot Lester a quick text:
D: Lester. Time to hold up your end of the bargain. Send over $300 for groceries. Please and thank you.
It was an irritating few minutes before Lester replied.
L: New Phone. Who dis.
D: You know damn well who it is
L: Oh right, the cuck. How’s the new chair? Comfy? Can’t wait to watch you use it next time I’m in town.
D: Good one. Now about that $300? You can Venmo it.
L: I could but I won’t.
D: Surprise, surprise. Going back on your word.
L: I’m not a blank cheque to cover your inadquecies Dan. I’m not just going to fork over $300. You’ll probably blow it on something stupid. I want to make sure Sarah is taken care of and your girls are fed and looked after. What do you want to buy?
Dan typed out a scathing response about Lester’s inadquecies but erased it.
D: Groceries.
L: Yes, obviously. But like what? I’m not going to just drop cash on a bunch of sad ready made meals for you.
D: Says the guy who lives off Chetoos.
L: Don’t disparage Cheetos. And its my money. I can spend it how I want.
Dan gritted his teeth and typed in a response to try and end this conversation.
D: Lunch meat, buns. Vegtables, eggs, milk, cookies for the kids. Banaans, Apples, a few pounds of ground beef. Chicken thighs. Refilling some of our spices. Stuff like that.
L: What kind of vegetables?
Dan squeezed his cellphone in frustration before typing:
D: Broccoli, carrots, celery, lettuce, muschrooms.
L: Gross.
Dan stared at Lester’s last message waiting for him to say something else. When nothing came through Dan finally reploed.
D: Yep but kids need to get used to it. So the $300?
L: I want you to send me the bill afterwards so I can see it.
Dan rolled his eyes. Lester was toying with him and he wanted to wring the shorter man’s neck.
D: Sure. Whatever you need.
L: Great.
Dan stared at the words, again waiting for more from his snivelling roommate. He opened the Venmo app and refrehed it, waiting for the money to come through. It never did.
D: Lester. The $300? Are you sending it?
L: Nope.
D: What the fuck? We just had this big talk about it. This is part of the stupid arrangement. You’re supposed to hold up your end of the baragin.
L: I never said I won’t. I just want Sarah to ask me.
D: Why? Why does that matter?
L: Because I want to make sure everything is on the up and up. That there aren’t any secrets between us three.
D: Thats rich coming from you.
L: Oh well.Whatever. When Sarah wakes up, tell her that you need her new straping man to buy groceries to feed her kids.
D: Fuck you.
L: No thanks, I’ll stick with fucking Sarah. Probably why she is sleeping in so late…
Dan reread Lester’s words. Was Sarah in Chicago? With Lester? She went without telling him? Or was he fucking with her? He pushed his cellphone out of his reach, not wanting to look at it.
The smell of burnt toast his Dan’s nose, “Fuck.”
The toast for the girls was black and crispy. At some point during his texting with Lester they’d popped and he hadn’t noticed. They sat too long against the grills.
He retrieved them and threw them out, putting two new pieces in. He made a point to ignore his phone and make sure he didn’t fuck up the toast again. After the girls ate and went back upstairs. Dan was just about to reach for his cellphone, bracing for any more texts from Lester.
The doorbell ring distracted him. Thankfully, the girls didn’t run down to see who was there. They were busy playing. Dan crossed the short distanced to the front door and opened it, revealing his father-in-law James.
“Hey James,” Dan said, grip tight on the door. He didn’t need this. Not right now. “Whats up?”
Dan stood in the doorway, holding the door slightly ajar, not letting his father-in-law just walk in. James gestured to the bucket in his hand. There were a couple of scraper tools on it.
“Here to fix that hole in your drywall upstairs,” James said. Dan’s shoulders slumped at the reminder of Leste’rs wild night with his wife. He’d never gotten a clear answer as to how that hole had been created. James wouldn’t take no for an answer, not when he had shown up with all his tools already.
Dan stepped back and gestured into the house, “Come on in. And thank you for your help.”
“Sure. Figured I might as well. I didn’t think it’d get done anytime soon. With the girls gone I figured I might as well,” James stepped in. Dan closed the door and processed what his father in law had just said. <I>What did he mean the girls were gone?</i>
He couldn’t just ask. Not without coming out and revealing more of his martial issues to his Fahter-in-Law. Instead he said, “How are the girls doing? I haven’t heard from Sarah yet this morning?
“Neither have I. I think they had a late night last night. You know, I’m not sure what is going on with you and Sarah but you need to fix it. You made a vow to keep her happy and I don’t think you’re living up to it,” James said.
“You know James, some things aren’t really your business. We’re working through some things but I’m doing the best I can here,” Dan said.
“Is that why I’m here patching the hole for you?” James asked.
“The hole isn’t beautiful but its not at the top of my list of things to take care of. I’d rather spend my time looking for a new job or working on building up my client base,” Dan tried not to let himself get worked up. Getting in a shouting match with his Father-in-law would do wonders for his marriage.
“Hows that going? The job hunt?” James asked as he headed up the stairs, bucket of putty and scraper tools in his hands.
“It’s going,” Dan said as he debated whether to follow and help his James or just get back to doing his own thing. With a sigh, he climbed up the stairs after the man, ready to endure more veiled criticism.
***
There was a little man with a pickaxe chipping away at the inside of Sarah’s skull. At least, thats how it felt as she slowly woke up. She groaned and pulled the covers over her eyes to block out the bright sun from the window. She knew it was late. The sun was too bright. But she didn’t have anywhere to be and the kids were with Dan.
The pounding wouldn’t stop and she couldn’t fall back asleep. With an effort of hecularian will she pushed back the covers, covering her eyes and sat up in the bed.
She hadn’t been counting her drinks last night. How much had she had to feel this fucking bad? The events of the previous night came back to her. Of Lester in the bathroom stall with her. Of the yellow brick road mural on the wall. Of the black cock sticking through, begging to bed touched. Of everything she did.
Sarah groaned again as she stood, her head pounding intensified. She wasn’t sure how she felt about what had happened. She knew she should feel guilty. She also knew that deep down she had been incredibly turned on by it. She pushed those thoughts to the back of her head and struggled to the door.
Those thoughts were for future Sarah to figure out. The one who didn’t have a splitting fucking headache. She pulled open the door and stepped into the blessfully, darker hallway and crossed to the bathrom to find some Tyelnol. When she did, she qucikly downed two of them and drank water from the tap.
She needed more water. She knew she was dehryated. It happened to patients all the time in the hospital. Sarah relucatantly left the dark bathroom and went down the hallway, crossing the living room to the kitchen. A quick, wincing glance showed her mother still fast asleep on the couch.
Sarah grabbed a glass and filled it with water from the tap. She downed it and filled another. She must have been loud because her mother stirred and groaned from the other room. Sarah poured herself another glass along with her mother and went out to the living room.
“Thank you,” Renee said and took the glass Sarah offered to her. Her mother’s eyes was bloodshot and her hair was a mess. Otherwise, Sarah envied just how good her mother looked after a late night out.
Unforunately her shirt didn’t look as good. It was covered wine and splotches of other colors from the night before. Renee’s eyes followed Sarah’s and she looked down at her shirt.
“Crap. I love this shirt,” Renee said, dismayed.
“I’ll put a load in later. Hopefully I can get those stains out. Otherwise Dad might question how much we had to drink,” Sarah chuckled.
Renee returned the smile over her glass of water.
“It’s been a long time since I’ve had that much to drink. Last night was something else,” Renee said trailing off in thought.
Sarah’s heart skipped a beat. Her nerves felt frayed at the idea that her mom had overheard everything that happened in the bathroom and knew it was her. It wasn’t a logical leap to make. She’d gone to the bathroom just before. And her mom had been making comments about her time at the adult theatre and other cristiims.
With a shaking breath Sarah asked, “What do you mean?”
Renee just waved her hand, “Not important. Just that I don’t usually drink like that. You should really think about stocking that fridge with water bottles or a Brita or something too. Last night I got up to get a glass of water…”
A sheepish grin appared on her mother’s face and she shook her head, “And you should tell Dan to tell his roommate to put on a housecoat or something when there are visitor’s staying over.”
Sarah’s head hammered, “What? What do you mean?”
With dawning horror, Sarah knew what her mother meant. She waited in agony as her mother continued.
“Lester walked into the kitchen last night in his birthday suit. I’m not going to tell your father about it because he will make a big issue out of it but someone needs to talk to that man. Its not appropriate. Especially when there are female guests at the apartment. It made me uncomfortable.” Renee said.
“He was naked?” Sarah said, feeling the anger seethe inside of her. “Did he try anything? Did anything happen?”
“Goodness no. Sarah, come on. Nothing like that no. That’s gross. I didn’t drink that much thank you very much. He just shows up and talked for a bit before leaving.”
“Talked about what mom?” Sarah said. She was both furious with Lester and had a raging desire to stomp into his room and throttle him while another part of her needed to ride him.
Sarah shivered at her warrying thoughts but her mother didn’t seem to notice.
“Nothing Sarah. You’re making a mountain out of a molehill. I was looking for water and he told me it was just from the tap. He apologized for being naked and then went back to bed,” Renee said.
“I’m going to kill him,” Sarah muttered.
“You won’t even mention it,” Renee said, “He’s probably horribly embarssed. Leave the poor man alone.”
Sarah was ready to retort something about Lester’s true character and that he, in fact, would not be embarrssed at all. And wouldn’t be embassed, not with what he was packing. But she couldn’t say that to her mom. She didn’t even want to know if her mother had seen what hung between Lester’s legs.
“I’m sure he’s fine,” Sarah said standing up, “I’m gonna go check my phone. After I get a coffee and wake up, I’ll run down to the basement and put your shirt in the laundry.”
“Thank you. Coffee sounds good too,” Renee said, wincing as she stood up and headed to the bathroom.
Sarah went back to the bedroom and found her phone unplugged on the nightstand. On the screen was a message from Dan.
D: Our cards got declined at the grocery store last night. I could only buy a few things. It was embarrsing. Lester is being a dick. Can you make sure he hold up his end of things. I need $300 for groceries. To feed our daughters.
D: You’re dad told me your not at his house. Girls trip into the city? Are you staying at the apartment?
“Fuck,” Sarah muttered and slumped down on the bed holding her phone. She hadn’t been deliberatly hiding the fact she was in Chicago from Dan. She hadn’t felt the need to tell him, not after their blow up fight. But she didn’t like him finding out like this either and putting her on the spot.
S: I’ll talk to him.
S: Yes, my mom and I are at the apartment.
Sarah stared at the screen waiting for a response. She watched for the three little dots of Dan replying. She stared at the screen for a full minute but nothing appeared. She put her phone face down on the table with a clearer conscious. She’d told me and she’d waited for a response. She even waited a full minute. <i>But I didn’t add anything about Lester being here or about their night out.</i>
Sarah stood up and walked of Dan’s room, leaving her phone on the table. After making coffee and handing a mug to her mom, she couldn’t help but think about Lester’s closed door. She had a reason to talk to him, besides just wanting to be in his room. But she couldn’t let her mom hear their conversation.
“This probably isn’t good for my head but I need it,” Renee said as she sipped her mug. “What do you want to do today? After I sleep and get rid of this headache.”
“First I’ll get that shirt in the wash,” Sarah said trying not to look down the hallway, “From there, I don’t know. We could look up a play maybe? Or find another restaurant to go to. I don’t want to go to that same bar tonight. Is there anything on your list for Chicago?”
“A play could be okay but it would have to be a good show we’re interested in. Honestly, I want to go somewhere great for dinner. Maybe somewhere scenic. Besides that, I don’t really know,” her mom set her coffee down on the table, grabbed her glass of water and took a drink.
“But right now, I just want to close my eyes and get rid of this headache, do you have any aspirin?” Renee asked.
“I’ll go look in the bathroom,” Sarah said, “Or ask Lester. Switch shirts really quick before you lay down so I can wash it.”
Sarah’s head was splitting as she walked towards the bathroom. Her mom unzipped her luggage and switched shirts before lying back on the couch with an arm drapped over her eye. Sarah stole one last glance over her shoulder. And, satisfied that her mom was indisposed for the moment, walked back down the hallway towards the bathroom. She opened the medicine cabinet and pocketed the Tylenol, making enough sound that her mom could hear. Then she crossed the hallway and softly knocked on Lester’s door.
No answer. She knocked again a little louder.
“Yeah,” Lester’s voice said through the door. Sarah turned the knob and opened the door. It was dark inside and she squinted to see. The light from the hallway cast over piles of clothes and other debris littering the floor.
Something moved from where Sarah knew the bed was. It was a weird shape but the fat worm character from Dan’s Star Wars movies immediately popped into her head.
“Mhmm Sarah, come to daddy,” Lester’s voice said from the darkness much louder than Sarah wanted. Her neck whipped to look down the hallway towards the living room.
She hadn’t wanted to step into the room. She didn’t want her mom to hear the latch of the door close. But she stepped in anyway, carefully closing the door silently behind her, “Ssshh Lester. Keep it down.”
“Oh come on,” Lester chuckled. Sarah could hear the sounds of sheets ruffling but couldn’t see anything in the darkness.
“You were plently loud last night in that dirty bathroom. You’re mom heard you then. Why try and be quiet now?” Lester said at the same level of volumne. His voice had shifted from a different direction. Sarah felt her heartbeat quicken, like prey being stalked by a lion at night.
“T-Thats…dammmit Lester you know thats not the same thing. Stop trying to throw me off –”
“On the countray, I’m trying to mount you again. Been too long since I’ve have you in my bed,” Lester growled.
Sarah felt herself getting wet at his simple words. When had it become so easy for her to just drip like this? “Lester…we can’t…my mom..”
“Was in the room with us last night,” Lester said, his voice closer, “It didn’t stop you from letting me fuck you then. It didn’t stop you from putting that cock in your mouth either and loving every fucking second of it.”
“It’s not the same,” Sarah’s voice wavered before she added some steel to it, “And you know it.”
“Bah,” Lester said.
“Dan text me,” Sarah changed the subject.
“Oh? And what does everyone’s favorite cuck want now?” Lester snickered.
“He asked,” Sarah hesitated, “If you can send us money for groceries. Like you said, like we agreed to.”
She felt Lester’s warm breath on her face before she knew he was there. His fat stomach pushed into her her. His breath was foul and lingering. “Tell me,” he started, “How does it feel to ask another man to provide for your family? To go to another man for help instead of your husband?”
“I don’t know,” Sarah said, “I haven’t thought about it. Can you please just send the money?”
“Tell me how it feels and I will,” Lester commanded.
“Uh. It’s weird Lester,” Sarah started, “It’s really fucking weird. It’s like watching a fucked up movie but I’m in it. I never expected to be in this position. It’s wrong. It’s not right. We shouldn’t have to do it. But..”
Sarah trailed off.
“But?” Lester said, pushing his gut into her, pinning her against the back of the door. Sarah surpressed a light moan, worried about it travelling down the hallway.
“But…I don’t know…there’s something fucked up about it that I like,” Sarah breathed, the words tumbling out of her.
“Like? You like that your husband isn’t man enough to provide for his family? That someone like me has to take care of you? Take care of your kids? Step into that role that Dan has fucked up so badly?” Lester’s hands were on her arms, caressing them. His hot breath was on her neck and she desperately wanted to feel his wet lips and tongue on her.
“Fuck,” Sarah breathed. “I don’t know….I can’t…I haven’t thought about it like that.”
“Well lets do some thinking about it right now,” Lester said as his lips touched her neck. Sarah’s knees went limp and she almost fell into him.
“Lester,” Sarah hissed but didn’t hear the conviction in her own voice anymore, “We can’t…not here…not now…not again…not with her here.”
“Come on, thats no fun. I know how much you crave fucked up experiences, what’s one more?” Lester’s breath was hot. She craned her neck closer, desperate for more of him. She shouldn’t be indulging this. Why did she bend so easily for him?
His fat, stubby fingers were lightly drawing circles on her arm, sending shivers down her spine.
“Lester…please,” Sarah said weakly.
“You know how much I like it when you beg,” Lester growled and nibbled on her earlobe. One hand left her arm and kneaded her breast through her shirt. Sarah bit her lip, her mind trying to grab onto something solid to slow things down.
“Lester. Stop. We can’t do this. Not now,” Sarah said with a sharp intake of breath. “I just came to ask about the money. The, uh, mhmm, agreement.”
“The agreement that I provide for you while getting to fuck you whenever I want?” Lester asked.
Sarah recognized the trap. She’d used similiar ones before to great effect, “That wasn’t the exact agreement. We both –”
“We both know,” Lester cut in, “That’s pretty much the gist of our agreement. When you get right down to it.”
Sarah’s hips pushed against out against Lester, seeking contact with him. But while her body rebelled against reason, part of her was still in control. The part of her that didn’t want to see her life spiral more than it had already. She fumbled on the door, looking for the knob and turned it.
Light crept back into the room, cascading across the piles of dirty mess everywhere. She felt like she could breath. She expected Lester to slink back in the light but he held his crowd, pressing himself hard against her. The door almost swung back shut but their bodies slid to the side.
“I…we can’t. My mom is expecting me to come back with Tylenol for her. Lester. Please.” Sarah said but she didn’t mean it. A war was raging inside of her and part so badly wanted to indulge. He’d just fucked her the night before. She probably still had his cum inside of her but she wanted more.
Lester hand moved off her other arm, lessening the pressure on her. Sarah reluectantly took the opportunity to side step Lester and dart out of the room. In the bathroom she grabbed the aspirin and hurried back down the hallway. A quick glance over her shoulder showed Lester standing at the gap in the door, scowling at her. His naked cock hanging down between his legs. The image burned into her psyche.
Not just his cock, but the dangerous look on his face. It reminded her one of the faces that showed up on Netflix true crime documentaries about criminals or killers. She shuddered at the thought.
“Took me a second to find it,” Sarah said as she poured a pill out and handed it to her mother. Renee took it back with a sip of water and put her head back down on the couch with a quick thank you.
Sarah grabbed her mother’s soiled shirt and made herself a coffee. She was antsy, shifting her weight between each foot, trying not to think about going back to Lester’s room. She couldn’t stay in the kitchen forever and couldn’t put on a show in the living room to distract herself. She found herself going back down the hallway towards Dan’s room. If she was going to head to the basement to wash her mom’s top, she might as well throw in her clothes from last night as well.
Sarah stepped into Dan’s bedroom, threw a dirty look at the large breasted anime poster on the wall and scooped up her clothes from last night. She returned to the hall to head downstairs but a hand grabbed her arm and pulled her back.
Sarah stumbled into Lester’s face hairy arms and she silenced a squeal of surprise. Her mom was just down the hallway resting but probably not unconcious.
Lester looked down at her with an evil grin and held on finger up in front of his lips. Off balance, Sarah was pulled back towards the recesses of Lester’s room.
She squirmed in his arms despite her rapidly beating heart. They passed by the ajar door and Sarah’s vision was flanked by darkness. The only light came from the sliver of the open door.
“Lester,” Sarah hissed, “What are you doing?”
“We weren’t done our conversation,” Lester whispered and then his fat lips were on hers. Sarah’s breath caught in her throat, making her lips momentarily part. Lester took full advantage, pushing his oversized tongue into the young mother’s mouth.
“Mhmmmmm,” Sarah moaned into the kiss, her knees buckling and her weight shifting onto Lester’s frame. He stumbled back but quickly regained his footing, his lips never breaking from hers. Lester’s hands greedily roamed over her body and it responded in kind. She arched her back as Lester palmed her breast, pushing her chest into it. His fat tongue continued to spread her pretty little lips and mashed against hers. She tasted his foul breath on his tongue but it didn’t deter her. Someone it seemed to pull her deeper under his influence.
Lester awkwardly lowered them down until Sarah’s was lying amongst the filth on Lester’s floor. Her hair and head laid on something soft, maybe old, unwashed clothing of his. Something hard dug into her back and Sarah absently shifted it to the side with her free hand. Her legs were propped up on an awkward angle, riding up a mound of something she couldn’t determine.
Lester pushed his mass down on top of her. His tongue never left her mouth, sloppily needling into every crevice.
“Mhmmmmmmm,” Sarah just moaned back into Lester’s open mouth as his tongue probed her. Her nipples were hard against her simple cotton bra, ready to be ripped free. Lester’s hands were all over her, grabbing her breasts, caressing her bare arms, grabbing a double handful of her butt cheeks.
Sarah’s body betrayed her. Her hips lifted off the ground, seeking contact with Lester’s smothering body. She couldn’t catch her breath, her lungs wouldn’t fill with Lester’s mass on top of her. He shifted and his thigh buried it self between her legs. Sarah moaned harder now that her clit had something to rub against.
Finally, she rolled her head to the side, panting and broke the kiss. The door was still ajar with a sliver of light shining in illuminating part of them. But the rest of their entwined bodies were buried in the darkness. She didn’t know how loud they’d been. She almost entirely forgot about her mother just down the hall.
Lester went for her lips again but Sarah turned her head to the other side. She bit her bottom lip as Lester’s tongue left another trail of saliva on her neck.
“You’re mine now,” Lester whispered, “All mine.”
Sarah let the dance in her ears, loving the way they sounded. It was final. So dominating. She needed more.
Lester grinned as he licked the flesh of Sarah’s neck. Gone were her previous objections. Her body under his was responding as he knew it would. She craved him now. His months of conditioning and incremental dialling up of their experiences has made her crave what only he can give her. She may deny, she may object but she needs him.
Lester’s smile grew wider as he ran his hands over the young mother’s body. He couldn’t help but think of their first meeting and how unlikely this outcome would have been. Entirely impossilbe from her viewpoint he was sure.
He didn’t know what to do with Renee. With any luck, she’d join them. But in the cold, sober light of day, he doubted that would happen. But her angry and interruption could spoil everything if she wasn’t intrguided.
Lester quickly flipped the button on her jeans and peeled down the zipper.
“Lester,” Sarah whispered, one of her dainty hands pressing on his, a silent gesture to slow down ot cease. Lester had no intention of stopping.
The blister pack and the pills were here. His ultimate plan, despite all the enjoyable detours was almost at a close. The only question was how much juice oculd he squeeze to make his achievement that much better. Lester licked his lips and swatted her hand away.
Sarah grunted as Lester tugged her pants down. Her long, slender legs exposed to the cold of Lester’s floor, spreading goosbumps over her. She tried again, half-heartedly, to bat Lester away but she wanted him to keep going.
Lester tugged again and her wants were completely off, throw off into the dark amongst the piles of other shit on Lester’s dirty floor. <I>You’re on the floor</I> Sarah thought to herself. She was down amongst the grime and filth, living in it. When had her life fallen to this point and why, why did she fucking love it so much? The thought of Dan drifted into her head but she quickly let it go. Things were falling apart all around her. She didn’t want to focus on what hurt. She wanted to focus on what made her feel good. What felt right.
Sarah let out a whimper when Lester’s hot breath touched her legs. She squirmed in his arms, biting her fist to surpress a loud moan.
Lester peered up from between Sarah’s legs, with an evil grin plastered to his face. With a lick of lips he yanked down her little white panties causing her to cry out from around her fist. The panties were added to the shadowy refuse of his floor and he teased her. His warm breath spreading across her bare pussy making her quiver.
His shit-eating grin grew wide at the subtly shifting of Sarah’s legs. How they parted every slow slighlty, inviting him deeper. Her butt pushed off the ground and he knew he had her. Even with the ever present danger of her mother in the apartment and the threat it posed, Sarah was still under his thumb. He could push her into anything now.
Lester let his long, fat tongue droop from his mouth and licked her inner thigh. Her body bucked, and she turned her hips towards his face, desperate for his hungry tongue to connect with her sweet pussy. Lester just grinned and licked her other thight and setttled his fat mass between her legs, pushing them apart.
He settled onto the ground, his stomach resting on something soft. His arms circled under her legs and swiftly pulled them apart.
“Uhhh,” Sarah groaned at the unexpected movement. Her legs being pried apart, letting herself open up to Lester. She knew it was wrong. Knew it was a bad idea. But she fucking needed him.
Sarah bit her bottom lip hard, feleing the heat of Lester’s breath on her pussy. He flicked his tongue again over her nner thigh, making her squirm with lust. She wanted to scream out to him, beg him for to lick her but just bit her lip harder trying to stay quiet.
Lester’s tongue flicked over her other thigh, this time closer to her pussy. He smiled as her body rocked towards him again. He titled his head and licked the other thigh. Sarah’s desperate, muffled groans worked for him. His cock swelled under him, pushing down against the floor.
Lester held his tongue in his mouth and waited, letting his steaming breath wash over Sarah’s pussy. He hands were in his hair, trying to pull him down onto her. He let the delicious torture last a few more seconds before sticking his tongue out and licking up Sarah’s slit, flicking his tongue over her clit.
“Uh fuck,” Sarah said louder than she should have. Lester repeated the movement again and Sarah’s add bounced off the floor, wanting him to do it again. So he did. Her thights clamped around his fat face. Lester started bobbing his head in time with his tongue.
“Goddd,” Sarah moaned, throwing on arm over her mouth to try and stifle herself. The problem was, she needed to breathe. But Lester’s tongue just felt too fucking good. Sarah’s other hand left Lester’s greasy hair and fell to her side onto a soft pile of clothing. Her fingers pulled the itchy fabric into a tight fist as Lester’s tongue slowly went up and down her slit, paying special attention to her clit. Sarah closed her eyes and let the world melt away and enjoy Lester’s attention on her. It was so wrong but it felt so fucking right.
The young mother was in exctasy and didn’t see the cold, calculating stare of Lester’s beady eyes peering up at her. She was his. Her body was. Her emotions were, now she just needed her mind to catch up and realize it.
Lester’s hips moved back and forth, teasing his cock on the gound and clothes beneath him. He wanted to climb up and fuck her again but needed to be a little careful. Fucking Renee was an unpredictable varialbe and he didn’t know how the die would be cast if she stumbled upon them. But he wanted to push Sarah’s boundaries a bit with her here.
He closed his mouth around her clit and sucked.
“Uhhfucck,” Sarah moaned into her arm. Lester sucked and sucked and while he did he flicked his tongue out, adding an extra sensation to her clti’s manipulation. A primal growl escaped Sarah’s throat as she writhed on the ground.
Sarah’s ass pushed off the ground as she tried to grind her pussy into Lester’s face. Lester’s increased the tempo of his sucks on her clit. He thighs pressed against the sides of his head, locking him in place like a oversized tomato in a vice.
Lester’s hands left her thighs and snaked up her body, running underneth her shirt. His fat fingers pushed on her skin, going under her bra until both of his palms cupped on of her breasts.
“Mmmhmmfff,” Sarah gasped as Lester grabbed her breasts, her hard nipples pushing into his palms. His fingers grabbed her hard, roughly groping her just the way she liked. She liked being mandhandled and she loved Lester just taking what he wanted. Sarah arched her back, pressing herself into wandering hands. She felt like a wanton slut laying in trash while she was manipulated to the verge of orgasm.
Her head lolled to the side as Lester sucked and touched her body. Her mind drifted and focused on nothing but the electric signals of pleasure flooding her brain. Lester struggled to breath through his nose with Sarah’s thighs clamped tight around his head. She kept thrusting her pelvis up towards his face. Each time she did the skin above her pussy would push into his nostrils.
Lester timed his breathing and sucking accordingly. He never broke the pace of his sucks. His lips were planted around Sarah’s clit like a vaccuum cleaner and they wouldn’t detach until she gave him a big O. He grabbed her breasts roughly, pulling on them, squeezing them, sliding his fingers to pinch both nipples at once eliciting a muffled moan from Sarah.
Sarah’s leg involuntarily kicked out as Lester’s tongue dragged across her clit. She lolled her head side to side, breathes coming shallower and shallower. She opened her eyes and saw nothing but blackness around her. Her body was on fire. Lester’s lips and tongue were driving her to the point of no return. She grabbed at the piles of clothing around her, holding onto them.
Her hips pusshes off the ground, grinding her pussy into Lester’s face. She bit down on her lips hard, trying not to make a sound. She felt warmth seeping out of bottom lip and knew she must have bit down too hard.
Lester started to hum something with his lips still planted around her pussy. The vibration of the hum ran over the skin around her slit and pulsated across her clit. She vaguely recognized whatever tune he was humming but the thought escaped her as her brain was entirely focused on the explosions about to happen.
With a whine she raised her hips right in the hair, pushing hard against Lester’s lips and tongue. She knew she needed to be quiet. She was about to cum. Her body was about to explode. She was going to scream. She knew she wouldn’t be able to stop herself. She was going to scream so loud her mother would come running.
As she felt all the muscles in her body begin to tighten and that magical glow begin to wash over her skin. Sarah grabbed something soft from the dark, bunched it up and shoved it into her mouth.
Lester felt Sarah buck under his face, her thighs somehow squeezed his face even tighter. Her little feet kicked out, spasming and he heard her muffled scream.
“OOHHFFUUUCCMMUHMMMMMMM,” Sarah screamed through the unknown clothing in her mouth. She held in place with one hand while the other slapped Lester on top of the head and held him firmly in place by his thinning, greasy hair. Lester felt his hair being pulled from his scalp but pressed on, ensuring the blone bombshell currently laying in the filth on his floor came as hard as possible.
Sarah’s eyes rolled back in their sockets and all she saw was stars as her body convuled from Lester’s lips and tongue. Everything was simeltantously numb yet on fire and electric at the same time. Her mind touched on some higher form of human function where she was acutely aware of every part of her body at once. She felt parts of her body on fire, rippling with pleasure that she was normally only vaguely aware of.
The spasms of her kicks eventually slowed and Sarah’s ass fell to the floor. She gasped for breath, pulling the rag or whatever it was from her mouth. Her hands went over her shirt, onto Lester’s underneth and she rode out the last waves of pleasure flooding into her.
“Ummm,” Sarah groaned, “Fuck. Lester.. You’re so good at that.”
Lester chuckled. Sarah sucked in as she felt it via his connect lips. With a whimper from her, his lips finally let go of her as he said, “So much for being quiet.”
Fear spiked in Sarah and she dropped her hands to Lester’s head, holding him in place. She let her thighs go slack around his head as she listened intently for any sound from the aparttment. In her throes of orgasm she’d forgotten all about her mother.
“Fuck,” Sarah breathed, sittiing up. She couldn’t be caught in her. Couldn’t be caught in this position. Lester’s hands fell from her breasts and she shuffled back away from him, he ass pressing into whatever piles of shit were scattered across his floor.
“I need to go,” Sarah scrambled to her feet. Somewhere in front of her she heard a disgsuntled groan like an old man and Lester moved in the shadows.
“Cumming and running?” Lester quiped, “I haven’t given you my load yet.”
“I…we can’t…” Sarah said, bending over as she searched the ground for her missing clothes and underwear. All she could find were piles of clothes and other things in the dark. But she didn’t dare turn on the light. She felt like that would equte to being discovered. At least in the dark she could still hide.
“We will,” Lester said. His hand brushed her thigh in the dark making Sarah jump. She shuffled to the floor, trying not to trip on anything. She peaked her head out, looking down the hallway. No sign of her mother.
Lester watched Sarah’s head cut off the light to the room. She wasn’t about to deny him what was rightfully his.
In a dash, Sarah stepped into the hallway and scooped up the clothing she’d dropped there when Lester pulled her into his lair. She darted into Dan’s room and quickly found new panties and sweatpants and put them on. When she returned to the hall, she cautiously looked back towards Lester’s room, ready for him to try and pull her in again. All she saw was the slit of darkness and the unknown of his room beyond.
Her heart hammered in her chest as she went down the hallway and peered over the couch at her mom.
“Mom?” Sarah asked, worried that she had been heard. The door had been open, even if it was just a sliver.
Nothing. Her mom was breathing softly from the couch.
“Mom?” Sarah said, leaning a closer. Still nothing. Sarah let her hackles fall and her heart finally started to beat normally. She silently thanked god that her mother had fallen asleep. Sarah tiptoted to the door and headed towards the elevator.
Lester sat naked on his computer replaying the recently recorded footage. He loved the way Sarah’s body seem posseded when he had her in his grasp. The way it moved desperately to get more of him. He watched in perfect color clarity as Sarah gabbed a handful of one of his old, discarded boxers and shoved them into her mouth as she came. It was a hot image and he quickly took several zoomed in screenshots. Lester didn’t even recognize the pair of boxers it had been so long.
He logged out and looked around on the floor for a pair of sweats and a t-shirt to throw on. He wanted to cum. Sarah wasn’t the only one about to put a load in. He pulled his door shut and marched down to the living room. He pulled his black crocs from the closet and slipped them on. Before leaving he peered over the couch on Renee, silently sleeping. He watched her breasts rise and fall as she slept. Pulling his phone out of his pocket. He snapped several pics and videos. Even with the socket camera, Lester always loved different camera angles. They really added something new to the experience.
With an evil smirk, Lester pulled out his cock and stroked it while peering down at Sarah’s mother. He desperately wanted to drop it onto her sleeping face but she’d already been up once. He was a lucky man but it wasn’t that lucky. Still, it semeed like such a wasted opporunity.
With a shake of his head, he pulled his pants back up, tucking his hard cock into the waistband of his sweatpants and followed Sarah to the laundry room.
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Dan scene/ James patching the wall maybe telling dan he or asking him about all the weird sex stuff
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Sarah closed the washing machine door, put in her coins and started the cycle. The load was mixed with darks and colors. She’d prefer to have seperated them but she didn’t want to wait around for two loads.
Her mind drifted back to taking Lester’s load in her pussy last night and the black cock exploding in her mouth. She shook her head trying to dislodge the thoughts and looked around the dingy laundry room.
She’d never liked doing laundry in Dan’s building. For all the rest of its modern amenities, the laundry room was tucked away in a dimly lit basement with old foundation walls. It reminded her of a bygone era. A lot of the updated units actually had their own laundry machines in them. For whatever reason, Dan and Lester’s did not. It was probably why Lester’s floor was littered with old clothes. He was too lazy and too much of a slob to make the trek down here.
She finally had a second to herself just to stop and think. He miind went to the area in her body holding on too tightly. He stomach and chest where all her stress was held. Her stress had a name and it was Dan. She loved him. She loved their marriage and she wanted things to get better but the last few months had been hard. And their latest blow up and been even harder. They bickered more then they ever had before and she knew a large part of that was on her. Maybe he was right, perhaps she should —
The click of the laundry room door snapped Sarah out of her thoughts and she glanced up. The door opened and Lester’d oodly propotioned body stepped into the room. He smiled widely as closed the door behind him,.
“Lester, what, uh are you doing here?” Sarah asked.
Lester’s shit eating grin just grew wider, “Here to put in a load.”
Sarah gulped and felt her cheeks flush. Lester wasn’t carrying a laundry basket.
“You’re mom’s asleep upstairs, we don’t have to worry about her hearing us,” Lester said stepping past the row of dryers.
“Lester….” Sarah started. Her heart was hammering in her chest again. “It’s a common area….anyone could just walk in.”
Lester chuckled and closed the distance between them. Even though she was taller than him, she felt small. The way his predatory eyes sized her up like she was nothing more than something for him to conquer.
“Like you care about that,” Lester said and pressed himself up against her. He ground his crotch into her. “You love being watched. I’m going to fuck you in here. I’m going to dump my load into you. And I bet you’d cum even harder for an audience wouldn’t you.”
“Fuck,” Sarah breathed and closed her eyes as Lester’s mouth touched her neck. She was still soaking wet from the way Lester had made her cum less than fifteen minutes ago. Her skin was still extra sensitive as Lester ground into her. He was picking up right where they left off when she ran out of the room. She knew he wasn’t going to take no for an answer. And Sarah did want to feel his big cock slide into her again.
Sarah grabbed the bottom of Lester’s ratty, hole-filled shirt and pulled it up over his head. Her eyes drank in his oddly proportioned body: his flabby arms lacking any definition, his man-boobs, his large hairy belly. She needed to have him.
Lester’s mouth was on hers and Sarah melted into him. Lester tugged Sarah’s shirt off her and broke the kiss. His lips and tongue were on the nape of her neck, working its way down to her chest. Sarah couldn’t hold herself back. Her hand went to his crotch and felt his growing cock through his stained sweatpants. She moaned, either from finally feeling that powerful cock in her hand or because of the way his tongue was tickling the tops of her chest. Lester’s hairy knuckles grazed the the skin on her back as he quickly unclasped her bra. He pulled the straps from her shoulders like he did oh so long ago on that fateful night in the apartment when her and Dan crossed that line for the first.
Lester stopped licking her long enough to pull the bra completely off her and drop it to the floor. His tongue went back to her chest, licking down her heavy, breasts until it swirled around her nipple. Sarah threw her head back, arching her chest into Lester’s hungry mouth. She didn’t realize she was tugging at the waistband of his sweatpants until they they were halfway down his thighs along with his disgustingly discolored boxers. She pushed them a bit further down before she couldn’t wait any longer and reached out and found his swelling cock and grabbed it. A shiver ran through her body feeling how hot and hard it already was. Sarah moaned and heard it echo back at her from the hard surfaces of the dark and dank basement.
Lester’s tongue swirled around her nipple, he took it into his mouth and sucked on it. Sarah groaned as she pumped his cock with her want. She was pumping it fast.
“Fuck. Lester, I need it,” Sarah’s voice was hoarse, desperate. “ I need your cock.”
Lester had her ass pinned to the washing machine she’d just started. The washing machine with her mother’s shirt in it. The cycle was starting to ramp up. The suds and water was spinning around, slowly sloshing everything inside. She could feel the rythmic motions of the machine against her ass.
“I know,” Lester said with a smirk, thinking of Han Solo. He pumped his cock into Sarah’s hand causing a new course of moans to ring out from her throat. Lester loved and craved the power he held over her. It was so much sweeter than any of his previous conquests. The willingness. The fall. The corruption. The power.
Lester reached down, grabbed the crotch of Sarah’s panties in his fist and twisted it. Sarah yipped as her panties tightened around her. Lester kept twisting and pulled. Sarah bit her lip again as the fabric tore from he hips.
Lester pulled the ripped fabric up to his face and inhaled Sarah’s scent. She looked up at him with a mix of horror and arousal that just made him smirk. He dropped the ruined panties onto the cold stone floor of the laundry room and awkwardly shuffled out of the pants at his ankles.
Lester growled and pushed himself up against Sarah, brushing past her hands and jutitng the shaft of his cock up against her slit. He bent his knees and pushed up, running his cock up and down her slit, teasing her clit.
“Uhhmhmmm, fuck Lester,” Sarah moaned.
“Heh, so much for you caring about someone walking in,” Lester chuckled, “You’re already dripping wet for me.”
Sarah needed his cock. After cumming upstairs on the floor of his disgusting room, she was left wanting more. And there was only one thing in this world that she knew of that could give her what she needed. Lester’s big, thick cock, buried deep inisde of her.
“I don’t fucking care. I don’t care. Fuck Lester. Please,” Sarah whined as she ground herself against Lester’s cock. She needed him to just dip down and line up the head with her entrance and push in.
Lester’s face was buried in her breasts, licking and fondeling them with his hands. Sarah was growing desperate and frustrated. She put her hands on the edge of the washing machine and tried to push herself up onto it. She needed to get higher. To get above Lester’s cock so she could lower herself onto it. Sarah squirmed against the pulsating washing machine but Lester held her in place, not letting her move.
“Fuck Lester,” Sarah panted, “Put it in me.”
“You really don’t care if someone comes in and catches us fucking?” Lester licked up her chest to her shoulder, swirling his tongue around her clavical.
“I don’t fucking care Lester!” Sarah shouted, trying to prove her point. She just needed his cock.
Lester just kept teasing her, dipping his knees and running himself along her slit, driving her insane. “Deep down you want someone to come in. I know how much you like performing for an audience. At the theatre. With my D&D group. That homeless guy…It makes you so worked up and wet. You love showing off how big of a slut you are, even when your supposed to be some good little mommy.”
Sarah only responds with a grunt as she tried to push her bubble butt off the washer and onto his cock. The load inside of the washer was ramping up, the spin cycle increasing.
“Yes,” Sarah breathed desperate to agree. She’d agree to anything as long as he just fucked her.
“What kind of guy would you want to walk in? Young? Old? Black? White? Arab? Maybe a woman?” Lester raised any eye brow and chuckled into her neck.
“Not a woman,” Sarah said pushing on Lester’s forearms, trying to get him to loosen his grip so that she could get free and mount him, “Doesn’t matter,” she was breathing hard already from struggling against Lester. “Doesn’t matter who. As long as they have a cock.”
“Such low standards,” Lester chuckled.
“But I doubt any of them would have a cock like this,” Lester said, digigng his grubby fat finges into the flawless skin of Sarah’s waist and spinning her around.
Sarah’s eyes went wide at the sudden action, she was turned to face the stone wall. Lester pushed forward with his body, pressing his cock into one of Sarah’s luscious ass cheeks. Sarah’s body was pinned between Lester’s mass and the still spinning washing machine. Sarah’s pussy pressed up hard against the machine’s cool surface. She cocked an eyebrow as she felt it’s pulsating rythm against her clit. She closed her eyes and let herself get lost in the rythmic cycle as it spun around and around, vibrating against her.
“No one…” Sarah breathed as she let the washing machine’s cycle course into her, “Has a cock like yours. No one.”
Lester just smirked, grabbed his cock by its base and pulled it down her ass cheek until he lined it up with her entrance. Sarah whimped and wiggled her ass backwards. Lester pressed the head of his cock against her open slit and her body shuddered in time with the washing machine’s cycle. Lester eased the pressure of his body on her and Sarah was finally able to push her ass back and take Lester’s cock inside of her.
“Mhmmmfuck,” Sarah breathed as the head of Lester’s cock disappeared inside of her. She dropped her hands to the cool surface of the washing machine, letting it rumble underneth her. She hung her head and pushed back more, taking another inch of him into her. She couldn’t believe how full he made her feel.
Lester sitll couldn’t believe how fucking tight Sarah was. After all this time she still felt like a virgin and Lester could know. He’d deflowered several. Even after being fucked just last night by his big cock, she was still super tight. Lester groaned as Sarah pushed back and took another half inch, feeling her warm embrace wrap around him. He loved sinking himself into her, she felt so fucking good. She fit him like a warm, tight glove.
“Leeeestter,” Sarah grunted taking more of him into her, “Holyshit. God. Fuck you’re so big.”
“I love that you always sound surprised by that,” Lester chortled and finally pushed his cock foward, giving her another few inches.
“Ah…Ohfuckme,” Sarah panted sounding delusional. Lester pushed forward slowly, eliciting more moans of pleasure from his lover. She whined and held herself still as Lester fully buried his cock inside of her. His heavy, hairy balls comingto rest at her entrance.
“Fuck I love this,” Sarah breathed, “I love how full…how full you feel inisde of me.”
“Just wait until I put a load in,” Lester chuckled and slide himself halfway out before slowling sliding it back in. Sarah’s pussy clamped around him. Lester’s hands were on her hips and he took in how sexy the muscle in her back look as they contracted. Sarah’s blonde mane was spilled down her back and around her dipped head. He trailed one of his hands up her back until he gripped her shoulder for leverage. Then he pulled out to his cock head and slammed himself into her hard.
“Ahfuck,” Sarah grunted as her body lurched forward, Lester’s fuck fully embedded inside of her. The washing machien hummed against her clit. Sarah was vageuly aware that her mouth was hanging open as she struggled to take in air. Her fingers splayed out on the washing machine, enjoying her new friend.
“Shit you’re so fucking tight,” Lester grunted as a bead of sweat ran down the side of his face. “You know what would make you feel even more full?”
“W-what?” Sarah cried impatient, not wanting to talk. She just wanted to fuck. She reached forward and grabbed hold of the side and back of the machine where the dials were and pushed her bubble back onto Lester’s cock trying to take control of the tempo.
“If I filled you with a baby,” Lester grunted.
“Uhhfucklester,” Sarah whined at their well treaded fantasy. She knew he liked talking like this, ever since he broke up with his girlfriend, whatever her name was. Sarah knew that there was something seriously wrong with her. She knew because the idea of carrying Lester’s illicit bastard seed turned her on in a primal fucking way that she’d never felt before. It tore against her reality and her presumpsitions of who she was supposed to be. The idea of being imregnated by someone so much lower than herself like Lester made her want to cum right then and there.
“You like that idea, don’t you?” Lester sneered as he grabbed a handful of her bountafiul ass. “I felt you’re pussy squeeze me real hard just now. You like it. Thinking about me filling you and knocking you up. Impregnating you. Impregnating Dan’s wife.”
“Fffffffff,” Sarah moaned as she pushed herself back onto his amazing cock.
“Carrying my seed inside of you. Nuturing it. I’d love to see the look on Dan’s face. You holding my child to your breast. He’d be even more impotent than he is now,” Lester said throught gritted teeth as he pumped into Sarah, “Our own little family.”
Sarah didn’t say anything but Lester’s words painted a mental picture in her head. One that she couldn’t unsee. Of herself gently rocking back and forth in a nursies rocking chair, Dan at the door with slumped shoulders and bloodshot eyes. Sarah’s whole attention on the boy she clung against her breast. Lester’s boy.
Sarah gulped and closed her eyes. Lester’s cock pumped into her from behind while the washing machine vibrated and cycled, teasing her clit. The idea kept playing over and over in head. Her stomach growing in size. All those happy firsts; the ultrasound, the first kick, all of it tainted by Lester’s presence looming over her. How wrong it would be. How deliciously wrong it would be.
The washing machine kicked into a higher cycle and the vibrations increased. Lester’s cock pulled back and pumped in. Back and in. In and out.
“Ohh…ummmm…mhmmm…ffuuu,” Sarah moaned and let the moment carry here away. Lester’s chubby fingers dug into her shoulder, “You’re close. Do it. Cum on my cock. Cum for me Sarah. Cum thinking about our child.”
“Fffuuuu…..mmmhmmmmm…..Lesteerr…” Sarah panted as her orgasm built up inside of her. The pressure was steadyling increasing, she didn’t know how much more she could take before she erupted. The washing machine spun. Lester pushed into her. Lester dragged himself out. Lester pushed into her deep, touching the nerves there.
“Oh…fuck….me…Lester…mhmmmm…..god,” Sarah panted, unable to catch her breath.
“Cum. Cum thinking about me knocking you up. About Sarah Williams, loving wife, happy mother of two being impregnated by Lester. Of my cum drenching you and claiming you and making you mine and giving you the boy your limp dick husband never could,” Lester growled, fingers digging into Sarah’s flesh, “Cum to that Sarah.”
Lester’s words dug into Sarah’s ears like an ear worm, taking control of her brain. Mental images flashed behind her eyes of the conception, of their family, of Dan, of Lester. The pressure built inside of her. She couldn’t breathe. Then it all came crashing down.
The damn inside of her broke and Sarah’s pussy clenched like a vice around Lester’s cock, “FFFFFUUUUUCCCMMHMMMHHMMMMM.”
An explosive burst of pleasure swelled inside of Sarah’s pussy and streamed out into her body, riding and igniting her nerves as it coursed through and filled her. Sarah’s body went limp as she came, her breasts and head falling to the cool surface of the washing machine as her whole world just became wrapped up in her orgasm. Nothing else existed.
Pleasure danced over her sensitive skin, her chest was hot on the washing machine as it rythmically stimulated her clit. A bit of drool dripped from her open mouth as she tried to breath through her clenched muscles. She stood up on the tips of her toes as her body took complete control.
More beads of sweat ran down Lester’s face and back. He couldn’t move. Sarah held him like a vice. He wanted to keep pumping into her but it felt like his cock was stuck in a steel trap. The muscles on her back were contracted and then jsut as fast as it happened they all relaxed and Sarah slumped over the washing machine. The vice around his cock was gone and he heard his lover; the young mother of two panting hard as the washing machine continued to spin under her.
Lester took a second for himself. Standing with his cock embedded into her as he too tried to catch his breath. His fat chest rose and fell in time with Sarah’s heavy breathing.
As they both sat there, connected to each other and recovering, the door to the laundry room opened with a loud creak.
Maybe Lester lets the person spank Sarah after while she is dripping?
He takes her from behind while she is bent over the laundry machine
Someone comes in
Scene fin
Lester in the bed. Asks her to come in. she refuses? Her mom is there and oculd hear. Maube she does go in but leaves door open
Convo about groceries
Lester goes for a kiss, maybe gets on his knees and starts licking her, they need to be quiet so mom can’t hear - do they eventually go down to the laundry rom
Sarah goes down first
Lester follows briefly after but interacts with Renee?
Conversation with Renee
Text from Dan
Lester
Laundrey
Next morning, Laundry room scene with Sarah + Lester
Someone watches? Old lady? Young teen? Young teen who then exploits or tries to? Or does the old lady?
Sarah’s moms needs to see the weird anime poster on the wall in Dan’s room
***
Do the girls leave or is there another night out in Chicago?
Yes go another night out
where/what happens?
Does Renee cross a line with Lester?
Lester could bang outside restaurant in car or alley. Does he do anything with the mom? Cums in food?
Performance theater, comedy show, bar with bowling alley, spa - maybe a spa/sauna with lester, cloudy in there - they get kicked out? The mom is wondering where her daughter is
Dan storyline? Discord channel? Work? Tricia messaging on the weekend?
Lincoln Group closing in on Lester? YES
Cronos attack, Lester on the defensive scene. Notices some things sniffing around his network
Lester gets the BC blister packaging and bottle of pills
The girls run into cash on the street, maybe he hoots and howls that he knows Sarah
Sarah to make sure she stays out of trouble... Or should he go to her and demand sex since Dan needs money.
While Lester is at the bar sending drinks to the girls, he is also getting texts from Dan asking for $$ to buy groceries. This could be where Lester wants to leverage their agreement.