It had been a tough year with me struggling to earn enough to support myself. My landlord threatened to evict me for not paying my full rent, but ended up agreeing to give me more time if I blew him. We ended up with an agreement that he could fuck me every week in return for lowering my rent so I could afford to live there.
It had been a really tough year for me. I had two minimum wage jobs that didn’t always give me full shifts, so my cash flow was sometimes sporadic and unpredictable. This made it difficult to consistently have enough money to pay rent each month, even though I was living in a pretty shitty apartment in a pretty shitty part of town.
As a result of all this, I had been late on several rent payments over the past year, and had been short of the total amount due in several of those months. Paul, the landlord, had berated me multiple times, and had threatened to evict me on numerous occasions. The last time I was short of cash, he had gotten extremely angry, and I worried that he was getting serious about the eviction. Unfortunately, I didn’t have enough money to move to another place, let alone find another shitty apartment. As rent-day approached, I scrambled for as many shifts and hours that I could get, but still came up a bit short. I fretted and worried about what I’d say when Paul came by for the rent, but I was helpless to fix the situation.
Paul usually came by for the rent around dinner time on the first Thursday of each month. I sat nervously on the couch, watching TV and waiting for him to show up, when he knocked on the door, then let himself in with his pass key. He came into my small apartment and stood in front of me sitting on the couch. As usual, he was wearing loose sweatpants and a T-shirt. He glared at me, with his hand out, and said, “well….do you have the rent?”
With a resigned sigh, I said, “Most of it,” and handed him all but $50 of that month’s rent.
“Ella, I just can’t let this continue”, he said. “This is the fourth time in the past six months that you’ve been short on your rent.”
“I’ll make it up, Mr. P….I swear!” I said. “I can’t afford to move, and this apartment is the cheapest I could find! You can’t evict me.”
He said, “You can’t afford to stay here, either, Ella. I’m sorry, but it’s time to file an eviction.”
With tears in my eyes, I jumped up from the couch and said, “I’ll do anything, Mr. P. What can I do to change your mind?”
I was standing close to him now, and when I said “I’ll do anything”, his demeanor completely changed. With an odd grin on his face, he took his right hand and rubbed the back of it against my left tit. I was wearing a simple T-shirt, with no bra on, and my nipples were making an obvious bump against the thin material, which he nudged as he spoke.
“Maybe we CAN come up with an arrangement. Let’s think about this for a minute.”
He had shifted from rubbing my left boob with the back of his hand to fondling and squeezing my breasts with both hands. I looked at him with a hopeful smile, then stood there with my eyes on the floor as he caressed my tits and pulled on my nipples. I saw the outline of his shaft begin to grow down one leg of his sweat pants, and I reluctantly reached over and began tracing its length with my fingers.
While still playing with my tits with one hand, he reached down with the other and pulled the top of his sweatpants down so that his dick and nut sack popped out, swinging back and forth between his legs.
“Ok….let’s start by taking care of this month’s short-fall”, he said with a shit-eating grin.
His dick was partially hard already, sticking out from his torso with a little downward bend to it. I reached over and started stroking it with my right hand, while using my left hand to fondle and caress his balls. He closed his eyes and moaned as I continued to run my hand up and down his shaft for a few minutes, spending extra time on the tip, which he seemed to like a lot. After a few minutes of me pumping his rod he was fully erect and he pushed me down to my knees, grabbed the back of my head, and shoved the head of his cock against my lips. I figured this was inevitable, and I opened my mouth, sucking the tip of his prick into my mouth, while I continued stroking his shaft and fondling his nut sack. As he pulled my boobs out of the top of my shirt and massaged them vigorously, I kept pumping his stiff rod and using my tongue to like the head of his cock.
After only a few minutes, he let out a groan, pushed his hips forward, and blasted a load of cum down my throat. I tried swallowing it, but some managed to leak out of my mouth, running down my chin and dripping onto my tits.
He said, “That was amazing, Ella. Well worth the extra money you needed for rent. Clean me off while I think about how we can make this work.”
So as I stroked the last few drops out of his cock, then used my mouth and tongue to lick him clean, he told me how we could handle things going forward. As I stayed on my knees, with my tits still hanging out of my shirt and swaying back and forth, I gently stroked his softening prick while he told me his ‘solution’.
“OK, Ella….here’s what we’ll do…..I’ll stop by every Thursday, right about this time, for some fun and games. Mrs. Panateri is usually cooking dinner about now, so I have some free time to work with.”
With my eyes downcast and tearing up, I numbly nodded agreement, still stroking his shaft as I listened to the rest of his plan.
“Every Thursday, Ella…..no excuses. Also – no bra or panties when I get here. You’re going to be mostly naked while I’m here anyway,” he said. As he spoke, he started getting hard again in my hand. This whole situation was obviously getting him excited. Once he was completely hard, he pushed me onto my hands and knees, pulled his sweatpants down to his ankles, and knelt behind me, slipping the head of his cock into my vagina. As he began ramming his shaft into and out of my pussy, he continued with his edicts.
“I’ll knock $200 off your rent each month,” he said as he kept thrusting his hips back and forth. “That’ll take care of all your past short-falls, and it’ll help you afford your rent in the future. What do you think?”
My body was being jostled with each of his strokes, my tits swinging freely beneath me, but I managed to grunt out my agreement. “Ok, Mr. P….every Thursday.” A few seconds later, he grabbed my hips, pushed his cock as deep as it would go, and exploded with another load of cum deep inside my cunt.
After he had emptied himself inside me, he pulled his dick out of me and had me turn around and lick it clean again. Then he stood up, pulled up his sweatpants, and I walked him to the door.
“See you next Thursday, Ella. Don’t forget….if you mess up, our deal is off, and I file for eviction that same day…..do you understand?” I nodded, with competing thoughts bouncing around inside my head….I was happy not to be evicted, but I was a bit dismayed to have turned my Thursdays over to having sex with Mr. Panateri. ‘Fuck it….it is what it is’, I thought.
So, every Thursday Mr. P came to my apartment with his dick in his hand, ready for a blowjob, handjob or quick fuck. Fortunately he was usually in a hurry because his wife was preparing their dinner at about the same time.
Sometimes he’d come in and I’d give him a blowjob right there by the door. Other times he’d bend me over the dinette table by the door, then step between my spread legs and shove his cock into my cunt, pounding me mercilessly until he erupted inside my pussy with a giant load of cum.
One time he came in while I was vacuuming the living room carpet. Without missing a beat, he pulled his cock out of his sweatpants, jerked himself until he was hard, then shoved it into my pussy from behind and started fuck-walking me from behind while I continued vacuuming the floor. As usual, after he finally emptied his nut sack inside me, I turned around and bent over to clean off his shaft before shoving it back inside his sweatpants.
He told me one Thursday that his wife was visiting her sister, so he wanted me to make dinner for him. I really didn’t have much choice, so I started working in the kitchen. I was only wearing a long night shirt (with no bra or panties, per his rules), and while I was making his dinner, he came into the kitchen, pulled off my shirt, and began playing with my tits and nipples. This always got him hard, and in no time he was fully erect. While I continued working at the counter, he used some Wesson oil to lube up my anus, and thrust his rock hard cock into my ass. I was completely taken by surprise. Fortunately, I liked anal sex and had done it several times with my boyfriends over the years, and the oil helped make his entry less painful. So, while I continued working at the counter and stove, he plowed his hard prick into and out of my ass until he blasted a huge load of cum inside me.
As if that wasn’t enough, he then had me kneel between his legs as he sat at the dinette table, fondling and stroking his flaccid cock while he ate the dinner I had made for him.
This arrangement went on for about a year and a half before I met a guy who I became serious with. The whole time we were dating, I’d have to maneuver around Thursdays to be sure I was home when Mr. P came by. When my boyfriend and I became serious, we decided to move in together, and I happily gave notice to Mr P. It was actually kind of funny to see how shaken Mr. P was when I told him I was moving out. He had really gotten used to his weekly blowjobs and fucks. Well, fuck him….I still suck and fuck every Thursday, but now it’s with my fiancé.
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