“Hi Mr. Rutherford, it’s Andrew. I just wanted to confirm that you are coming at 5p.m. for the rent.”
With little small talk, he confirmed sounding a little miffed. The grapevine said that he had a refrigerator mechanic willing to pay $1300 a month for my workshop. I guess he just didn’t like a young guy trying to make his way. Maybe it was my longish hair and earring. Who cared? It was time to go and get paid.
I walked back in the house feeling totally relaxed after a job well done. Mrs. W was sitting in the rumpus room waiting for me. As I stopped in front of her, she looked at me gravely. My pulse quickened.
“I’m really sorry Andrew.” She said solemnly. “You’re not going to believe this, but Mr. Walker didn’t leave the money for me.”
For a second my heart stopped. No! Not now!! I told her specifically that she had to have the money for me this time. She stood up quickly and pulled at her top. Just as quickly she unsnapped her bra and those pendulous tits sprang forth. She knelt down and started grabbing at my fly. I batted her hands away and took a step back.
“You stupid rich cunt!!” I yelled and her face paled. “Your floppy tits aren’t going to pay my fucking rent!! Without your money today I can lose my business!! You stupid, fat-arsed bitch. You promised me you’d have it.”
Now I had never spoken to a woman this way ever before, but I was so mad and so scared of losing the business which had caused big problems with my girlfriend, my father who wanted me to work at his realty company and cost me a lot in equipment to start up. I wasn’t too worried about being polite.
“Oh Andrew, I had no idea.” Mrs. Walker was saying. “I thought you liked my method of payment. I didn’t realise. I’m sorry.”
“Yeah lady, you’re real sorry. Just whip your tits out at the TV guy and you won’t have to pay. And you’re fucking rich!! It’s not like you don’t got the money!!”
Her head tipped towards the floor. She was mighty embarrassed at being yelled at and at the realisation that she was a cock teasing bored housewife playing with a young man’s livelihood. I was so mad I wanted to punch her in the face, but I couldn’t help gazing at those big fat boobies that were moving up and down with her breathing. My cock started to stir.
“What can I do Andrew? I’m so sorry. You can do anything you want to me. Anything. I’ll get the money off Mr. Walker tonight and bring it by your workshop tomorrow.”
“Tomorrow’s to late Mrs. W.” I knew that Rutherford would pull my lease straight away if I didn’t front with the cash tonight.
“I’m so sorry. What can I do to make it up to you? Just tell me.”
I took a step towards her and she dropped to her knees in front of me and started at my fly again. I grabbed her hands and pulled her back up to her feet.
“That’s not going to do it this time Mrs. W.” as I said this, her eyes took on a slightly alarmed look for a second and then she nodded.
“What do you want then?”
I was still so mad at her, and I figured that my workshop was history now. It occurred to me that this bitch had cost me my dream and I would give her something she wouldn’t soon forget. I spoke with quiet menace.
“Well you’ve cost me a lot and I’m gonna take the price out of this, this, this and this!!”
With each utterance of this, I grabbed a different part of her. First I put my finger in her mouth and on her tongue, and then I roughly grabbled her breasts and shook them. Next I cupped my hand under the front of her skirt, grabbing and squeezing her mound and finally grabbed a handful of that huge arse, poking a finger into the crack for a second.
“Okay, okay. You can do what you want. I didn’t mean to cause you this trouble.”
“Get undressed!” I hissed.
She removed the skirt, hesitated a moment to look me in the eye like a deer in headlights, then peeled down her black control briefs. She had neatly trimmed pubic curls of jet black. I told her to turn around to show me her arse. Biting her bottom lip, she followed my order and stuck out her broad hillocks. I’m a bit of an arse man. Where all my friends liked girls with tiny little boy butts (like my girlfriends!) my preference was for big, round and wide derrieres that you could grab onto. Mrs. Walkers was a ten. There was the teeniest bit of cellulite and she’d had three kids, but to me she looked like Bettie Page with just a few extra pounds on. Grrrr!
“What do you want to do?” she asked with trepidation. I was horny as hell now, looking at her naked bodies generous proportions, but I was still furious. Anger and a hard-on can be a pretty serious combination.
“First,” I said, “I’m going to teach you a lesson about being honest. When you say you’ve got the money, you better damn well have it!”
Mrs. Walker’s bottom lip began to quiver and her eyes were wide as saucers. She was terrified of me, but her nipples were sticking out as hard as little acorns. “Then I’m going to take payment for my work today and for the money I lost ‘cos of you’re referrals to those other rich bitches. You started all this.”
I looked over to the ping-pong table and saw the paddles lying there and got an idea. I wanted to see that big arse of hers turn beet red. I sat down on the couch.
“Go get that paddle and bring it to me.”
She sighed involuntarily and shook her head from side to side, but I wasn’t to be swayed.
“Get it now!!” I commanded.
Mrs. Walker stood shaking for a minute with her mouth wide open, and then reluctantly moved over to the ping-pong table. Her right hand reached down and took hold of the paddle. She looked at it despairingly, then straight at me, then back at the paddle. Swallowing heavily, she made her way back to me and held it out. I snatched it off her then grabbed her left wrist and pulled her roughly across my lap. Her arse-cheeks shuddered and wobbled as she fell across my lap and I ran my eyes over the vast, milky white expanse.