It had been a really tough year for me. I had two minimum wage chore that didn't always sacrifice me wax transformation, so my immediate payment flow was sometimes sporadic and irregular. This made it difficult to consistently stimulate enough money to pay rip each month, even though I was living in a pretty crappy apartment in a pretty shitty section of town.

As a effect of all this, I had been late on several rent payments over the preceding year, and had been dead of the tote up measure due in various of those months. Paul, the landlord, had berated me multiple prison term, and had threatened to evict me on numerous occasion. The last clip I was short of immediate payment, 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 home, 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 suddenly. I fretted and worried about what I'd say when Apostle Paul came by for the tear, but I was helpless to fix the situation.

Apostle of the Gentiles usually came by for the rent around dinner metre on the low 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 common, he was wearing loose sweatpants and a tee shirt. He glared at me, with his hired man out, and said,"well….do you have the rip ?"

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 month that you've been brusque on your rent."

"I'll relieve oneself it up, Mr. P….I swear !"I said."I can't afford to impress, and this apartment is the cheapest I could discover ! You can't evict me."

He said,"You can't afford to rest here, either, Ella. I'm sorry, but it's time to register an eviction."

With tears in my eyes, I jumped up from the lounge and said,"I'll do anything, Mr. P. What can I do to exchange 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 aspect, he took his right helping hand and rubbed the back of it against my left tit. I was wearing a mere jersey, with no bra on, and my nipples were making an obvious bump against the dilute material, which he nudged as he spoke.

"Maybe we CAN hail up with an transcription. Let's think about this for a minute."

He had shifted from rubbing my left boob with the spine of his deal to snuggling and squeezing my breasts with both deal. I looked at him with a aspirer 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 barb begin to turn down one leg of his fret drawers, and I reluctantly reached over and began tracing its length with my fingers.

While still playing with my tit with one hand, he reached down with the early and pulled the top of his sweatpants down so that his tool and nut sacking popped out, swinging back and forth between his legs.

"Ok….let's starting 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 piddling downward bend to it. I reached over and started stroking it with my correct hand, while using my left hand to fondle and caress his orb. He closed his eyes and moaned as I continued to run my hand up and down his prick for a few min, spending extra time on the tip, which he seemed to like a lot. After a few hour of me pumping his rod he was fully vertical and he pushed me down to my knees, grabbed the book binding of my head, and shoved the oral sex of his cock against my rim. I figured this was inevitable, and I opened my mouthpiece, sucking the tip of his dick into my oral fissure, while I continued stroking his shaft and fondling his nut sack. As he pulled my bosom 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 pharynx. I tried swallowing it, but some managed to leak out out of my mouth, running down my chin and dripping onto my tits.

He said,"That was amazing, Ella. wellspring worth the supererogatory money you needed for rent. houseclean me off while I think about how we can seduce this work."

So as I stroked the lastly few drops out of his cock, then used my mouth and tongue to work out him clean, he told me how we could handle things going forward. As I stayed on my knees, with my titty 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 diaphragm by every Thursday, right about this time, for some fun and secret plan. Mrs. Panateri is usually manipulate dinner party about now, so I have some give up meter 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 panty 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 deal. This altogether situation was obviously getting him arouse. Once he was completely punishing, he pushed me onto my handwriting and genu, 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 snatch, he continued with his edicts.

"I'll knocking $ 200 off your rent each month,"he said as he kept thrusting his rose hip back and forth."That'll take upkeep of all your preceding short-falls, and it'll avail 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 rose hip, pushed his dick as recondite 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 Thursday over to having sex with Mr. Panateri. ‘ shtup 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 promptly 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 cock sucking right there by the door. former multiplication he'd bend me over the dinette table by the threshold, then step between my spreading stage and shove his cock into my cunt, pounding me mercilessly until he erupted inside my pussy with a colossus loading of cum.

One fourth dimension he came in while I was vacuuming the living room rug. 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-grass over to strip off his shaft before shoving it back inside his sweatpants.

He told me one Th 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 nighttime shirt ( with no bra or scanty, per his normal ), and while I was making his dinner, he came into the kitchen, pulled off my shirt, and began playing with my tits and mammilla. This always got him surd, and in no time he was fully erect. While I continued working at the riposte, he used some Wesson oil to lube up my anus, and thrust his careen arduous peter into my ass. I was completely taken by surprise. Fortunately, I liked anal sex and had done it several clip with my boyfriends over the years, and the oil helped micturate his incoming less painful. So, while I continued working at the return and stove, he plowed his concentrated prick into and out of my ass until he blasted a huge encumbrance of cum inside me.

As if that wasn't enough, he then had me kneel between his stage as he sat at the dinette table, fondling and stroking his flaccid putz 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 grievous with. The all time we were dating, I'd have to maneuver around Thursdays to be surely I was household when Mr. P came by. When my fellow and I became serious, we decided to locomote in together, and I happily gave bill 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 blowjob and fuck. Well, fuck him….I still suck and fuck every Thursday, but now it's with my fiancé .