CONTRACTED CHANGE-7

 CHAPTER SEVEN - A VISITOR

When Ralph got back home, he sat on the couch and turned on the

television.  He put on SportsCenter and just tried to relax.  For the

first time in this body he didn't feel aroused. He just felt a bit

shaken, and knew the rest would do him good.

He wasn't sure how long he'd been asleep, but Ralph was awoken

suddenly by what sounded like a key in the door.  Before he could

react in any way, the door flung open and in strode a large man.  He

looked like the linebackers on his high school football team, Ralph

though.  Thick and strong.  His shaved head and goatee gave him that

kind of menacing look.  A look that was... familiar?  "Mike," Ralph

thought. "Is this guy named Mike?"

"What's up, sugar lumps?" said the man, laughing as he ran over to

Ralph and picked him up like a rag doll and squeezed him in a hug.

Before Ralph knew what hit him, this man planted a kiss on his lips,

and Ralph could feel tongue.  He didn't know how to react.

"Um....hi," Ralph said, after being put back on the ground.

"'Um... hi' yourself," laughed the man.  "That's all you got for me?

Get back here."

The man... Mike... pulled Ralph too him and began kissing him

passionately.  He was so strong, and it clearly felt like this was

something familiar... so Ralph just let it happen.  But the next thing

he knew, Mike had picked Ralph up and carried him into the bedroom.

Ralph felt weak, but the way his boobs slapped against this man's face

as he carried him made Ralph in some ways a bit aroused too.

But not wet.  That didn't seem to matter to Mike.  Within a matter of

30 seconds, Mike had pulled off  Ralph's panties and had entered his

pussy.  Holding Ralph's wrists down, Mike thrusted faster and faster

while laying on top of Ralph.  Ralph winced silently in discomfort, as

his pussy was too dry to take this kind of sex.  As if he realized

this, Mike leaned his head down and began sucking at Ralph's tits.

Ralph's head arched back and pushed into the pillow beneath his head

as feelings of pleasure began to envelope him.

He wasn't even bothered being fucked by a man.  It felt natural in

this body, and so did the pleasure that was mounting with each passing

second.  Ralph bucked his hips in rhythm with Mike's thrusts, and felt

himself getting wetter and wetter.

Mike suddenly took Ralph's left nipple between his teeth and began

nibbling on it.  At first it felt good, but as he did so a bit harder

it caused more pleasure than pain.  Still Ralph was so wet now, and

didn't want the sensations to stop.

And then, in a second it was over.  Ralph felt Mike's final thrust,

and could feel his pussy being filled up with cum.  It dawned on Ralph

that Mike didn't have a condom on, but that was less important than

the fact that just as he was nearing climax, Mike seemed to have

"gotten his" and was done.

Mike rolled off Ralph, but leaned back and absently rolled Ralph's

nipples between his fingers, while beads of sweat ran down Ralph's

tits and disappeared into the deep crevice between them.

Ralph tried to push Mike's hand down to his pussy, hoping he give him

the sexual release Mike had just enjoyed, but Mike just pulled his

hands away, and clasped them behind his head as he lay on the bed, a

satisfied smile on his face.

"How about getting me a sandwich, Amber," said Mike. "I got to get

back to the office soon, so move that cute butt of yours."

Ralph wanted to say something, but didn't know what to say.  Somehow

this man held sway over Amber, and Ralph could feel the remnants of

those feelings in him.  So he got out of bed and walked to the

kitchen, where he stood naked, making a sandwich, even as he felt

fluids drip from his pussy down his thigh.

Ralph tried to focus on what he was doing, but just as he was

finishing, he felt Mike reach around him and squeeze his tits, hard.

Mike pulled him close, and began kissing Ralph's neck as he continued

to squeeze his tits.

"You got my rent, hun?" Mike said between kisses.  "I'm going to the

track with my boys tonight and I need it."

Ralph didn't answer .... This Mike was Amber's landlord?  And just let

him fuck her?  There were memories in his mind, but he couldn't make

sense of them.  There was too many stimulations at once.  

Meanwhile Mike was rooting through Ralph's purse, and came up only

with $17.

"Where the fuck is my money, Amber?" said Mike, he voice now a bit

colder. "You not been working? "

"I kind of... you know... quit today," said Ralph sheepishly. "You

know that guy Curt at the club? He's a real ass and..."

"I don't care about that stuff," said Mike.  "You want to live here, I

need the rent.  Just get me $500 by the morning and you can work off

the rest in... other ways.  So get that ass back to work and get your

job back today, understand?"

Ralph nodded.   He had this stinking feeling that he was messing up

Amber's life, and a tear came to his eye.

"Oh, don't think that shit works on me... you're not my wife." Mike

said.  "Speaking of that, she and my kid are coming to town for a

week, so you got to get out of here for a few days.  In fact, you got

no rent, just get out today.  I'll track you down when she's gone, and

we can talk about a new arrangement."

Now the tears came hard and fast.  Ralph couldn't stop them, and that

just made him cry more.  Mike was, as he said, unaffected, as he went

into the bedroom, threw the last few things into Ralph's suitcase and

brought it to the front door.

"Oh don't be such a drama queen," Mike said, tossing Ralph his shirt

and skirt.  "You'll be back here in a week or so, and I'll be ready to

fuck the shit out of you after a week with my wife."

Ralph barely had a chance to get his shirt over his massive tits

between Mike was pushing him out the door.

"Damn, this whole place smells like your pussy. I got to air it out

before she gets here," said Mike.  And with that, Ralph found himself

standing outside, suitcase in hand, and no where to go.