Dirty Landlord and his sex slave

Do you know how long a week is? It’s supposed to be seven days, but this one
felt like a month — no — a year. Seven days could not pass soon enough.
Jenny was in my mind 24 hours a day. I fantasized about her at work. I
imagined her as I eyed cute girls at the shopping mall or the sweet
college-age cashiers at the supermarket. At night time, oh how I hated night
time! At night I would try (and fail) to purge her image from my mind. I
forced myself not to masturbate. I needed to save every drop of cum I had
for Jenny this weekend.

I approached Jenny’s apartment uncharacteristically nervous. I had been
fighting this hardon all day, but now I was as limp as a wet balloon. I was
worried I wouldn’t be able to get it up for her.

Jenny opened the door and peered at me. Her expression was difficult to
read. She wasn’t her usual cheery self, but she didn’t look like she hated
me either.

“Hey,” she greeted me. “Come on in. Can I get you something?”

“Uh, no thanks. I’m fine.” I think I was more nervous than she was.

I followed her in and closed the door. She looked amazing, as usual. She was
wearing a pink sleeveless top with spaghetti straps. It looked about two
sizes too small for her as it practically adhered to her lithe, supple body.
It came down to the top of her navel. Her flat stomach and pierced
bellybutton showed prominently. She had on a tiny white skirt with poofy
little frills. Her legs and feet were bear as she glided across the room.

“I guess we should just get it over with, huh?” she said.

“I guess.” What was wrong with me? I felt like a nervous teenager on a first
date.

Jenny walked up to me and looked me in the eyes. I still couldn’t read her
emotions. She didn’t seem resentful, but she didn’t look like she was
looking forward to this either. Just business I guess.

She got to her knees and unzipped my pants. Giving them a tug, she exposed
my flacid cock, although I could it feel the beginnings of an erection
stirring.

Jenny took it into her mouth and worked it with her tongue. It took me only
seconds to get hard. As my cock grew, so did my lust. I began thrusting back
and forth. I felt the urge to plunge myself deep into her. Jenny never
missed a beat. She took my cock eagerly into her mouth, working her head up
and down. She took almost the whole shaft down her mouth at times. Then she
would jerk me off while her tongued worked miracles on the head.

My cock felt unbelievably hard. It was like shoving an iron rod down her
throat. Jenny took me deep into her mouth again, but this time I grabbed the
back of her head and thrust wildly with my hips, pinning her against my
stomach. Her nose was buried in a mound of curly pubic hair as I felt my
cock entombed by her gagging throat.

I regained my senses and released her. Jenny pulled back and coughed a
little, but then went right back to sucking me off.

“I’m… I’m sorry, Jenny,” I said. “I got carried away.”

“It’s okay,” she said between cock sucking. “I know some guys need to get a
little rough in order to get off. Whatever it takes, you know? I can handle
it.”

She had pretty much given me the green light to get as rough as I wanted,
but I was still too nervous. This wasn’t some wet dream, this was real life.
Jenny wasn’t a love doll, or even a street whore. She was a real person,
someone I had a connection with.

Maybe she sensed my hesitation. Jenny, got up and walked over to the couch.

“Let’s try this,” she said, laying down on her back. She let her head dangle
over the arm rest.

“Go ahead,” she said, opening her mouth wide. “Do what you need to do.”

I couldn’t believe what was happening to me. I didn’t need any more coaxing.
I took her tiny head in my hands and shoved my cock in her mouth, making her
gag audibly. I then began a relentless face fucking. I slammed my cock into
her throat, as deep as I could penetrate again and again.

As if this weren’t enough, I gave into the temptation to fondle the lithe,
gorgeous body in front of me. I reached forward and pulled back her skirt to
reveal tiny white panties. Pushing them aside, I stuck a finger down her
fuck hole. She was soaking wet. I fingered her wildly as I fucked her face.

I heard muffled moans coming from Jenny’s cock-stuffed mouth as I fondled
her pussy vigorously. The need to taste her juices overwhelmed me.

I grabbed her by the waist and lifted her up. Jenny let out a yelp of
surprise as I hoisted her in the air. I stuck my face in her pussy and began
eating her out like a feed bag. She soon got the idea and began to suck my
cock again.

“Oh, yeah!” I shouted loudly. “Yeah! Yeah!”

I was sure the other tenants could hear, but I was far from caring.

“Take it, Jenny, take it!”

Jenny jerked me off furiously as she sucked my cockhead. I felt my balls
tingle and I unleashed my load into her mouth. Gob after gob of cum filled
her little mouth. I set her back down on the couch. She got to her hands and
knees and opened her mouth showing me the cum. Then she swallowed and showed
me her clean mouth. I was living a porno.

“My face must be a wreck,” she said, breaking the mood. It was true. She had
cum and drool all over her face. Her hair and makeup were both in disarray.
She washed her face in the bathroom. I strolled up behind her, still
pantsless and gave her a hug. My cock began to stir again and I pushed it
into her. I rubbed her stomach and gently groped one of her breasts. I
kissed the back of her neck gently.

“Did you enjoy that?” I asked.

Jenny turned the water off and stood up. She turned around and gently pushed
me away.

“Hey, don’t get the wrong idea,” she said sweetly. “You’re not my boyfriend
or anything. It’s just … it’s just the rent, you know?”

“Right,” I said, embarrassed. I backed off and put my pants on. “Just
business.”

I felt really awkward suddenly. She was a great fuck, but suddenly I just
wanted to get out of there. “Same time next week?” I asked.

“Yeah,” she said. “Next week.” She didn’t sound like she was looking forward
to it at all.

If only I knew what next week had in store for me….