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By *abbing OP Man
over a year ago
Belfast |
Its been a while since I posted a story on here, so here goes….
I sat opposite Andrea, an almost overwhelming mix of lust, rage and jealousy was coursing through my body as I gazed at her flushed, cum covered face, her gaping used pussy and her disheveled hair and makeup.
“I….I can explain”, she stammered ironically, as cum dripped from her chin onto her boobs while she spoke.
This better be a pretty fucking spectacular explanation to talk your way out of this, I thought to myself, still trying to process what had the hell I was seeing……..
Just a year earlier my girlfriend Andrea and I had been house hunting together, we spent most of our time round each other’s places anyway so figured we’d take the plunge and move in together. After a few weeks of looking at places which weren’t quite right, we eventually found a great deal on an almost new semi-detached, provided we paid in cash each month. I have to admit we were both a little wary of a cash in hand deal given every other place we viewed wanted bank details and references so we wondered if it all sounded a bit dodgy, but we loved the place and it seemed too good of a deal to refuse. Besides the agent showing us around seemed legit, and made some excuse about the landlord having a retail business so it was always handy for him having cash.
It still sounded a little shady, but we took a chance and signed up for a 12-month lease. It soon became apparent why we were paying in cash – shortly after moving in, our neighbour who also rented from the same landlord told us both of the semi-detached houses we were in were owned by a local gangster, and that buying up and renting houses across town was basically a front for his more illicit dealings.
We were instantly worried about what we were getting mixed up in, but our neighbour assured us that he’d live there for a couple of years with no issues and that as long as we had the cash ready for collection each month there would never be any problems, which made us feel a little better.
Two guys I only ever knew as Steve and Gus came round each month to collect the rent regular as clockwork – I remember the first time they came, as I handed over the cash I naively asked would it be easier if I did them a paypal transfer to save them a trip, to which they both just laughed and walked off. I wasn’t sure if they even cared about the money as it was quite a bit below the going rate for the house, for all I knew the guys collecting it could have just kept the cash themselves as there was no receipts or audit trail of them ever getting it.
Gus & Steve always arrived dressed like doormen at a nightclub, with black trousers, boots and bomber jackets, with one of those body cameras like the police use clipped to their jacket breast pocket. I wondered if the camera was even switched on or if it was just a prop to make them look legitimate or tough.
The guy who did most of the talking had introduced himself as Steve the first time he came round to collect – A 6ft 2 and muscle-bound tank with tattoos up his neck and a swagger of a guy who knew he could floor pretty much anyone he came across with one punch.
The other guy Gus was a bit shorter and stockier, a rugby player build, and looked like he took steroids for breakfast!
Each month regular as clockwork they came to pick up their cash, never really saying much or giving much by ways of pleasantries but as the months passed and all was running smoothly, we began to realise what a great deal we had, even managing to go on holiday with the money we’d saved on rent.
As Steve and Gus called for the latest months rent they said they’d be changing their collection day from a Thursday to a Wednesday from next month onwards. I thought nothing of it, but it meant Andrea would need to be in to give them the money as I had footy practice on Wednesdays after work.
The following months came and went with no issues until one day I arrived home from football and things didn’t feel quite right – Andrea was a little evasive, normally we’ve have some fun when I got back from football practice, she’d have been to the gym and I was looking to blow off some steam after footy, so we’d usually jump in the shower together and end up having a nice fuck afterwards.
As I arrived in from footy I heard her in the shower – I grabbed a beer and made my way upstairs with the intention of joining her, but I arrived to find her already out of the shower with a towel wrapped around her waist drying her hair…………
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