1. Paying The Rent


    Date: 2/5/2016, Categories: Dark Fantasy Authoritarian, Blackmail, Coercion Female Domination, Reluctance Scatology, Author: nunkie, Source: sexstories.com

    'Mr. Peterson! We know you're in there! Open up!' They are both banging the door now. Quite a commotion they’re causing. 'Open up or we'll call the cops and have you thrown out. That's three months of rent you're owing.' Damn. They must have seen me as I sneaked in. I have no option but to unbolt the door and open it shyly. Embarrassment turns quickly into surprise when I am pushed backwards violently by the door as the two women rush into the apartment like fire-breathing dragons. ‘What the hell is wrong with you? Are you avoiding us?’ The Johnson sisters are an odd pair. Carol, the elder of the two, is boisterous and bossy. She would have a pleasant face, were it not for the stern glasses and the way she tightens her lips in ill-concealed contempt. Her hair is curly and painted red. She holds her body with stature and pride, even if the years have visibly taken a toll on the firmness of her flesh. Pictures in her apartment show her as a raving tight-assed beauty in the seventies, but now her body has spread in all directions. She doesn’t seem to care, though, or maybe she thinks she is still sexy. She is wearing a sleeveless white blouse and purple tights. ‘I told you he was a bum. I knew it the minute he came in inquiring about the apartment. A writer! Pooh. Writers are bad news. Always telling you they’ll pay you tomorrow, they’re just waiting for their latest article to get published or maybe they’re just about to finish the great American novel. But you had to have ...
    ... him.’ Edna is quite the opposite in all respects. Smaller, thinner, quieter. She has a plain listless face with droopy eyes and a sad mouth. Her hair is short, indefinite in color and void of expression. She is wearing an old-fashioned flowered dress and sandals. No pantyhose, no make-up, no nail polish. ‘I had to have him? You’re creaming your panties looking at his butt every time he goes up the stairs.’ ‘Oh that is so untrue. You’re the one who said you wouldn’t mind a piece of him up your fanny.’ Fighting seems to be their favorite pastime. They do it all the time. ‘Who cares what anyone said or didn’t say. He’s not doing us any good, is he? Are you?’ Carol spits the words into my face. I stumble backwards until my heels hit the couch and I drop into it. Edna plants herself in front of me. ‘Well you’re right about that one. Not paying his rent and sneaking in and out of the house trying to avoid us, he is. One would think he’d be eager to please us.’ ‘Yeah, but then, what does he have to offer us? I mean, he looks kind of cute, but he’s really a spineless slob if you ask me.’ Carol sits down on the armrest, her hip almost touching my shoulder. I can smell the cheap glycerin soap. She lights a cigarette. ‘You think so?’ ‘Well look at him. He’s practically shitting his pants. I think he’s a sissy.’ ‘Well he looks kind of frightened.’ ‘I bet he has a tiny dick.’ I’m not sure I like the turn this conversation is taking. ‘Is it true, Mr. Peterson? Do you have a small penis?’ Edna, ...
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