12 comments/ 54993 views/ 16 favorites Making Rent By: gimmie_your_load "I'm dwn stairs now blue civic w/ lites on. - C" was all the new text said, as I read it from my cell with trembling hands. 'This is getting out of hand', I thought, as I none-the-less began to slip on a pair of flats and prepared to leave my apartment. Taking a last glance around as I paused before walking out, I reminded myself that this was why I was meeting a guy I didn't know downstairs in his car outside my building. I'd been laid off of my good paying salary job for almost a year now, and with my EI having run out, money had gotten very tight over the previous three months. Although I was able to pick up a couple shifts a week at a local greasy spoon, that income was barely enough to keep me in food and gas money, leaving my rent, and student loan payments up in the air. Already as I struggled to make rent each month, I found myself defaulting on loan payments, and getting nasty messages from the bank on my answering machine. In order to make rent, I was lucky enough to cut a deal with my landlord. He was an older gentleman, in a loveless marriage with his wife of 25 years. Although he was getting up there in years, he still had a healthy sex drive, and apparently his wife was no longer as interested in physical intimacy as he was. One night, after a few glasses of wine, I called him up and made my offer to him, knowing from the fighting I had often heard from his apartment door that his wife and him were going through a rough patch. I offered to watch him masturbate, and even help out with my hands if he would knock some cash of my rent each month. We finally agreed on a $100 discount for every orgasm I helped to give him, and so each month I ended up owing only a couple hundred bucks in rent. I began to enjoy helping my landlord out, watching as he stroked his smallish cock, wearing sexy outfits and talking dirty to him in my apartment while he pleasured himself in front of me. I did not need to lie when I told him how much I enjoyed seeing him stroke, as I had discovered a long time before with previous boyfriends that I loved watching them masturbate. As things progressed, I began to help him out, spitting on my hand and stroking him slowly when he got close, letting his cum spurt out all over my hand and arm. Once, in a fit of particular passion, his cum flew further than usual, splattering onto my heaving chest. I was so excited by this, that after he left I rubbed my own pussy raw, smelling his cum still on my cleavage. Though my experiences with my landlord excited me, I never crossed the line to doing more with him physically. Though I was tempted, I never took his manhood into my mouth, giving him head like I used to give it to my boyfriends. Fellatio was by far my favourite sexual act, something I had learned at the young age of 16 with my first boyfriend. Ever since then, to the surprise of the guys I dated, I had been a voracious and insatiable cock sucker, though only when in a relationship. The fact that my landlord was so much older, and married, kept me from placing my lips around his cock, and tasting his cum, though seeing him cum so often had awoken in me a hunger for my old love. Having been single for several months, this meant I generally relieved myself alone, either in bed or watching porn. This is where "C" came in. Knowing I was still not making ends meet, but merely treading water, I started to explore the possibility of supplementing my income by giving handjobs or blowjobs for money. To my surprise, finding guys who were interested was very difficult. Since I was totally unwilling to risk street walking or approaching guys in person for fear of prosecution, I generally tried to set something up online, through dating sites. Most guys lost interest immediately when I revealed my motives, and those that didn't generally either wanted a whole lot more than a blowjob, or made my skin crawl with their creepiness. After a few weeks of trying, I began to despair finding a normal guy who would want to pay me for a simple blowjob, with no other expectations. While chatting on dating sites, I actually ended up making friends with a few guys who seemed honest, up front, and like all-round decent guys. In these cases I was actually too embarrassed to make my proposal, for fear of rejection. I was thus very pleasantly surprised, when after admitting to C that I was having financial difficulties, he made the offer himself to "help me out." Having exchanged pictures, I knew that C was, aside from being a gentleman in our conversations, an extremely hunky black man, with wide shoulders and a body to die for. In the course of our discussions, he had admitted to me that he was as into fellatio as I was, although I didn't let on to him how much I was into it. Knowing my dire financial straights, C offered to give me some cash in exchange for my "services." I had agreed, and given him my number, making plans to meet the next day. Still unsure of this new situation, having never even had a one night stand before, I decided that I wasn't comfortable inviting C up to my place to do the deed, or with going back to his place, outside of my comfort zone. We settled on the parking lot in front of my building, which was fairly secluded, dark, and often deserted. Though C would then know what building I lived in, I felt safer that he would at least not know what apartment I was in. My legs shook as I walked down the stairs, nervous for the act that would certainly be crossing a line I had never expected to in my life. Though I was afraid of the consequences of being caught in the act, the fact that prostitution was so taboo actually excited me as well, leaving my pussy wet and pulsing as I got closer to the front door. I shivered slightly as I felt the draft from the door, the cool night air giving me goose bumps up to my thighs. I had dressed for comfort, in a tight t-shirt and knee-length skirt, with a loose sweater on top, and flip flops on my feet. As I walked out into the parking lot, I immediately saw his car, and be-lined for it, hoping to warm up quickly. C smiled as I reached for the door handle with a trembling hand. I opened the door slowly, and with great care not to bump my head, climbed into the passenger seat. Closing the door behind me, I finally glanced up at C, smiling nervously. "How's it going?" I asked awkwardly. "Did you find it alright?" "Yeah. No problems girl." C answered in a deep, manly voice. "You sure you want to do this?" He asked. Taking in a deep breath while looking over his well shaped body, I answered. "I need the cash, and I somehow think its not going to be much of an inconvenience." I managed a sultry wink as I finished. "Well you're gonna work for it baby, that's for sure." C said with a mischievous grin. "I don't pay out for poor work " "No worries there." I replied, pausing as I applied a nice thick layer of shiny lip gloss. "I'm going to blow your mind." "Mmmm that's what I like to hear." C said as he began to undo his belt and unzip his fly. I watched with growing excitement as C slid his butt into the air, and pulled his pants down to his ankles. With glee I realized he wasn't wearing any underwear when I saw and heard his fat cock, half hard, slap against his stomach. It was huge and heavy looking, with a set of large balls dangling between his thighs as his cock head rested near his belly button. I leaned over slowly, and took a deep sniff of his manly scent, and at the same time felt his hand run to the back of my head, applying slight downward pressure. Taking the hint, I began to kiss the shaft of his cock wetly, letting him feel the warmth of my breath on his member. I felt C's cock begin to twitch and grow as I kissed it more passionately, letting my tongue escape my lips to wet the length of his shaft, drooling so that my saliva began to coat his balls as well. I moaned softly as I felt his hands begin to rub my back and cup my butt, pulling it into the air so that I assumed a downward dog position, my head buried in his lap. I ran my lips up and down his shaft now, using my lubricating spit to slide smoothly from balls to tip, teasing the entire underside of his cock. Unable to take it any more, C reached down and lifted my head up, using his free hand to lift his cock to an upright position. I paused for a moment, and looked up at him, my mouth open and hovering an inch from his cock. "Do you want me to swallow your cock?" I asked. With only a grunt as an answer, C pushed my head down, and I let his cock head fill my mouth as I began to bob up and down on his meat. I let my mouth remain loose and drooled my saliva all over his shaft as I bobbed on him, sluicing up and down and making wet contented slurping noises all the while. I heard C groan with pleasure as I serviced him, and began to take him deeper and deeper, until I felt his wide cock head begin to batter the opening to my throat. I gagged slightly at his immense girth, and let more and more thick saliva begin to lubricate him so that he would fit into my throat. With an extra effort by me, assisted by a thrust from C, I felt his cock enter my throat at last, pulsing as it did. After deep throating him several times, I pulled back a bit, and began to work on his cock with my hand and mouth together, twisting my hand as I stroked him up and down. I felt and saw his balls begin to tighten in their sack, and moaned as I tastes his precum. C now had one hand underneath me, squeezing my full tits, while his other had hiked my skirt up over my butt, and was kneading the ample flesh of my bottom, occasionally rubbing my soaked pussy. I moaned louder, and felt C's cock begin to pulsate in response. Working like a woman possessed, I redoubled my efforts on his cock, running my tongue in circles while I bobbed, gagged, licked, slobbered and stroked his cock wildly. With a fantastic groan, C began to pump his cum into my mouth. He thrusted into my head with each pulsing jet of semen, both hands pressing down on the back of my head, holding me in place while he dumped shot after shot of cum into my eager mouth. I swallowed willingly as much as I could, feeling his load fill up my mouth and start to leak from my lips. C continued to pummel my mouth slowly as the last of his load leaked out, and I took the opportunity to swallow down his salty cum, leaving my mouth lingering with its bitter aftertaste. I felt his cock begin to soften, but he kept it in my mouth, allowing me to suck it clean of his cum, and tasting the remaining drops. Finally, he let go of my head, and I slowly lifted myself off his cock, massaging the crick from my neck. "Fuck baby girl. That was amazing. I needed that." C said as he began to pull up his pants. Leaning down to plant one last wet kiss on his cock, I continued to catch my breath as I sat back in the passenger seat. "I have to admit, I think I enjoyed that as much as you did " I exclaimed. "You have one fantastic cock hunny " "Well its always good to love what you do for a living." C replied. "And on that note, as promised..." C held out a wad of $20's for the agreed-upon $100. I smiled at him as I stuffed the money into my bra, winking at him as I did so. "Any time you're feeling in need..." I offered, "My mouth is here waiting for you." "Fuck girl, I could go broke in a month with that kind of service " C laughed. "Call me." I said as I got out of the car, and legs still quivering, walked back to my building. Making Rent: Bruce and Family Jermaine was a short greasy man. The kind who was only slightly taller than he was wide and he'd never learned to buy clothing that disguised that fact. He insisted on t-shirts with logos warped across his cut and jeans that seemed unreal with their huge waist bands and narrow cuffs at the far end. His short hair was perpetually slicked back into a nasty duck tail. There was only one part of him that and sane woman could find even remotely sexy. His eyes. Jermaine's eyes betrayed his intelligence. His eyes were dark brown to the point that his pupils were nearly invisible. He just seemed to have oil black eyes that bored straight through a person. There were very few people who could hold his gaze for long. There was a power in Jermaine's gaze that defied description but was very real. It was those powerful eyes that Bruce found himself staring at when he opened the door to his apartment. Bruce wasn't the kind of man who was used to being looked down at but the last year and a half had been rough. He'd been dishonorably discharged from the Navy after eighteen years of service. It effectively black listed him from life. Bruce could barely get a job at McDonalds much less hold it down long enough to make payments. Six months after his discharge they had burned through his savings and had to sell their house. The money from the sale carried them through most of another year along with the occasional job that never seem more than a week and then that started to run dry. Now they were in the rundown shit apartment complex Shady Oaks. Bruce was a month and a half behind on his payments and again between jobs. "Look man if I had the money." This wasn't the first time he'd tried this shtick on the manager. In fact it was almost like a monthly dance between the two men. There was something though in Jermaine's gaze that made it apparent that this was the absolute last time they would try out that old two step. "Please don't throw us out." "Can I come in?" Jermaine was always bold but there was something in his voice that just made Bruce shiver. He knew better than to bite the hand that fed him though. He stepped out of the way making a weak motion for the land lord to walk in. What the fuck does he want that he can't handle from out there? Is he trying to see how much damage I've done before he rents this piece of shit out? Bruce pondered as Jermaine walked past him. Jermaine paused for a moment casually taking in his surrounding before he sat down on what served as a combination work station, wet bar, and kitchen table. "Are Rena and Fiona home?" Bruce nodded slightly walking up to his landlord. "Okay I know how hard things are for you and I'm going to make you and offer just once. If you want to even hear it you call them into the room." In hindsight Bruce knew right then what Jermaine was going to do. What else could he have wanted to negotiate for? It wasn't like there was a reason to believe that Bruce was ever going got come into big money. There aren't that many things that men are willing to trade for goods and if Jermaine had wanted someone killed he wouldn't have asked for Bruce's wife and daughter to enter the room. "Honey! Fiona I need you to come in here real quick for a family discussion." The first to arrive was his daughter. She was half dressed and half awake when she stumbled into the living room. She was wearing blue and white striped dress shirt that had belong to her father before it had become too faded to wear in public. Now it doubled as a nightie for his daughter. It was loose enough around her torso that it only gave a slight hint to her swell of her breasts. Jermaine had seen in her regular clothing before though and knew that she had an okay set. Nothing that made her really stand out but not bee stings either. The oversized shirt, though it ended mid thigh with the way it was slit along the sides the hem of her white panties were clearly visible. "What is it Daddy?" She grumbled rubbing the sleep out of her eyes and still not noticing their guest. "Go get dressed we ha-" "Stay as you are." The sound of Jermaine's voice pulled a surprised squeal from Fiona. Suddenly aware of how much skin she was showing her knees pulled together and her hands moved to the bottom of the shirt desperately trying to stretch the fabric an extra few inches. Her pale skin lit with a red blush that stretched from her forehead to her toe nails. She didn't stay where she was because he'd told her to. She stayed because she didn't have and choice. Fiona's slender legs were locked in place. "You look good Fiona." Jermaine leered. Flustered Fiona reached up and started tangling one of her hands through her shoulder length red hair. "What do you want?" Bruce asked restraining a growl. Like any man he recognized the predatory glare in Jermaine's eyes. He knew they were sizing his precious nineteen year old daughter as if she was a piece of meat. Would you like fries with that shake? Juicy thighs and extra firm breast! Grade A meat no preservatives and natural raised! He had to restrain the urge to make the little man eat his teeth instead of the succulent meal dressed with all the trimmings before him. Jermaine let his eyes remain on the young redhead for a moment longer but a sound from the master bedroom jerked his attention away from the daughter. Rena was living proof that not only wine improved with age. There were definitely women who followed the same trend. She was wearing her pajamas when she sauntered into the living room. She had the confidence that only a forty year old woman with a twenty year old body was capable of. She looked almost identical to her daughter body wise accept she had put on probably twenty pounds in all the right places. Motherhood had taken her average rack and pushed it to the extreme. She'd thought about getting reductions plenty of times but never had the money. She knew she had an ass; she purposely bought her pants, even her pajamas so they clung to her rump as she walked. "What is it honey?" She asked. When her eyes tracked far enough across the room to notice the landlord she just smiled. Without her permission or even knowledge her body started to wake up. She didn't mean to cock one leg slightly further accentuating the length and tone of her legs nor did she mean to turn her body slightly to give him a better look at her profile. Her nipples hardened, not that they could be seen pushing through the thick flannel fabric. The two cues she was aware of she managed to stave off. Her hand had started on its own accord to move up and fix her blonde hair but she instead brushed some imaginary lint from her shoulder. At the same time she managed to keep herself from either whetting her lips with her tongue or biting down on her lip. Rena wasn't really sure which she'd been intending but she managed to stop either from happening. "What's going on honey?" She wasn't naïve though. She knew what was about to happen as well. There is a short list of things that a man is looking for when he wakes a woman at ten in the evening. "I think I'll let Jermaine answer." Bruce replied in a low tone. If he didn't understand before he knew for certain when his wife and child walked into the room, the only question was if it was worth it or not. "Actually it's nothing go back to sleep." "Wait. I don't think you should be making that kind of decision without consulting your family first. Maybe they want to keep a roof over their heads?" Jermaine said moving his eyes from one person to the next. It was rare to see a man as physically dominating as Bruce so utterly defeated by a man like Jermaine. It had only taken that one sentence to slump his shoulders over. It looked like he was trying to hold the apartment on his back Jermaine waited a long moment for any of the family to utter a word of protest. He met their eyes one after another. Bruce's defeated eyes quickly retreated to focus on some spec, real or imagined in the corner of the room. Rena's aroused stare bore back into his sending a slight flash of heat through the small man. Fiona's confused gaze remained on his for a moment before glancing to her father and finally her mother. "So you all know you are about a month and a half behind on your rent, and that's after we've already made a number of concessions over the last six months. If you want to keep your home I can only think of one way." "Please don't do this." Bruce muttered. If Jermaine heard him he didn't bother to respond. "You two will be earning your keep around here and just to make sure that I don't try to claim that I wasn't paid Bruce here is going to watch." Jermaine sneered. "What does he mean Mom?" Fiona asked glancing to her mother then to the man lecherously grinning at her. Her mother didn't need to answer the question though. It dawned on her teenage mind as soon as she saw where his eyes were focusing. He wasn't looking at her eyes or even her face. He was focused on her thighs. Fiona could suddenly feel his gaze lifting the shirt out of the way so he could get a better view of her pantied crotch, she promptly redoubled her efforts to stretch the shirt far enough to block his view. "I'm not in the mood to waste a lot of time here. I've got people line dup to rent this spot already. Rena, Fiona if you want to stay in here you two will obey everything I say from here on out. Got that?" Rena couldn't stop herself from biting down on her lip that time. She'd always craved a strong man, the kind of man that Bruce had been when they had started going out. She just hoped that her husband couldn't smell the slickness spreading down her thighs. She couldn't remember the last time she'd felt a rush like the one currently revving at her heart. Rena didn't trust her voice so she nodded. She shouldn't have trusted her body either. Her body refused just as stubbornly as her voice would have to lie for her. Bruce winced when he saw how eagerly she nodded and the glimmer of lust in her eyes. It took Fiona a moment longer to fully wrap her mind around what was going on. It was like being in a fog, she could see what was happening around her and the vague shapes were familiar but the pattern just didn't make sense. Jermaine wanted her and her mother? Could he really do that? Fiona slowly sized up the man and his indecent proposal. He wasn't the kind of man she found attractive, actually she doubted he was the kind of man any woman found attractive. Two things made the decision easier for her. The first was seeing her mother had already accepted and the other was a memory of when they had first lost their house. The family had spent two weeks living out of Bruce's car. It had rained for three days and nearly dropped beneath freezing. It was not an experience that she was eager to relive. "Yes." "Okay. I want you two to kiss." Fiona hesitantly looked to her Mother who simply nodded and the two women leaned forward and pressed their lips together. It was a simple chaste kiss they had shared dozens of times before. "No I want you to kiss her Rena." Even without the emphasis on the word 'kiss' the two women knew exactly what he meant. Bruce watched with a morbid fascination as his wife of twenty years scooped his barely nineteen year old daughter's face in her hands and pulled her close. Don't do it Rena. We can live on the streets, we'll find away somehow. He thought but refused to speak. He wasn't going to lie to them, this was the only way. Rena slipped her tongue against Fiona's and his daughter's spine straightened. The faintest whimper escaped Fiona as Rena slipped farther into the kiss tangling her tongue. As the kiss deepened Fiona's body relaxed into Rena's sliding her eyes shut at the same time. Jermaine's cock started hardening his slacks as the two women made out. Even he could tell that Rena was already aroused. There was a dark spot forming between her thighs and she had one leg pushed between Fiona's legs. The young woman was started grind back and forth against it trying to get any friction she could manage. It looked almost like she was trying to start a fire from Jermaine's point of view. The women had their arms wrapped around each other pulling each other closer now squeezing their breasts together. "Strip." It's about damn time. It's getting hot in these clothes!" Rena thought reluctantly pulling her lips away from Fiona's for a fraction of a second while she tore her pajama top off and tossed it to the floor. Removing Fiona's shirt was easier; it was just a matter of unfastening buttons. Even it had been years since she'd been in half the rush to remove her husband's clothing as she was her daughters right now her fingers remembered the motions well. That and any button that didn't instantly comply was simply torn off the aging shirt. Neither woman had been wearing a bra so it was flesh against flesh when their embraces were renewed. Fiona nibbled on Rena's lower lip a lusty growl rumbling out of her throat. At the same time she slid her fingers into the waist band of her Mother's Pajama pants and sank to the floor. After a few inches it was obvious that her mother hadn't worn anything beneath the panties and that she wasn't a natural redhead either. The narrow band of fuzz was bright red like her daughters head. The rest was shaved smooth and already glowing with her arousal. The drip of Rena's arousal was halfway down her thigh; the heady smell of it slapped her daughter across the face. Her tongue slipped out quickly whetting her lips as she stood up resisting the urge to kiss her mother on the lips again. Rena slipped behind her daughter and hooked her fingers into her daughter's panties pulling them down and off. It had been over twenty years since the last time she'd been with a woman but she never forgot how wonderful they felt. Soft and sensual. They instinctively knew where to move and read every sign so perfectly. Her last lover didn't have the fantastic shape her daughter had maintained her entire life almost without trying. "Suck my cock, both of you." Bruce watched his precious wife and darling daughter walk over to his landlord and pull his pants down to his knees along with his boxers. He'd half expected his cock to be hidden beneath Jermaine's gut but that wasn't the case at all. He had a cock like an anaconda. It was just as fat as he was and it still had some length to it. Rena enthusiastically wrapped her lips around the tip and started sucking while Fiona knelt close by and watched. Jermaine lifted one leg onto a near by stool and guided Fiona to his scrotum. It was a unique combination of emotions pumping through Bruce's veins. It might have been the perfect mix to keep him from leaping up and taking action one way or another. He was enraged that a man was taking advantage of his wife and defiling his baby girl in the same motion. That was stewing around with the sight of two naked women one on her knees the other bent at the waist. From his seat Bruce could see Rena had managed to cram three fingers into her pussy. He could hear the sound of her fingers pumping in and out of her sopping wet hole. Even across the room he could smell hot turned on she was. He wasn't ant more in control of his body than she was. Inside his jeans his cock was lurching to life, pushing against its confines every time his heart beat. "You ever give a rim job before girl?" Jermaine asked looking down into Fiona's eyes. The girl shook her head and continued caressing his nut sack with her tongue. "Then you start sucking and you're Mommy can show you." Rena glanced up at him twisting her lip in mock disgust before moving beneath him and pulling his cheeks open. It wasn't that she enjoyed doing this for a man, she didn't it was the power he held over her that was setting her body on fire. He was making her into his slut, she had no choice. If she didn't do this her daughter would be homeless. Rena didn't mind knowing that she was the reason that his body was jerking around like a marionette. Her daughter was also responsible for it the spasms racking the man's body. She loved the way it felt when he jerked his hips away from her because her tongue had probed the perfect spot or the way he pushed back towards her when she was simply spiraling around the opening with her tongue. Rena shuddered when his body tensed and she could tell he was trying to hold back his orgasm. She could have ended it right then if she'd wanted to. She could have rammed her tongue into him and driven him into Fiona's mouth and he would have came bust instead she backed off just enough to let him get himself under control. "Fiona get on the couch doggy style." The red head did as she was told walking over to the couch with her arms against the armrest and her ripe rump facing Jermaine. Oh God I'm looking right at Daddy. He's going to know that I'm a slut if he sees me enjoy this; he's going to be so mad at me! Fiona didn't have long enough to steel herself though and her body tensed with pleasure when Jermaine pushed his cock into her young pussy. Her face tightened despite her best efforts and she had to close her eyes. If she'd kept them open he would have been able to see the fire glowing in them. She managed to keep from pushing back against him. Her fingers dug into the arm of the couch though. "Get over here Rena I'm not done with you." Rena obeyed the command quickly moving where Jermaine was fucking her daughter. Without being told her face gravitated to the watch him penetrate her. The fingers already pumping in her twat started moving faster trying to emulate what her daughter was experiencing. Jermaine had close to eight inches of man flesh and nearly as thick as Rena's wrist plowing into Fiona's cunt. Rena could hear his hips crashing into Fiona's ass and Fiona's slick slit slurping to draw him deeper into her body. The girl was doing her best to deny that she was feeling anything but she couldn't stop her hips from twisting against the invader. "Open your mouth I want you to taste your daughter." Jermaine growled. Rena did as she was told and opened her mouth accepting Jermaine's cock into her mouth. Rena came as soon as the decadent flavor coated her tongue. Man flesh, sweat, pre-cum, girl juice all swirled across her tongue at the same moment. Then there was the incredible taboo of sucking a cock that had just came out of her daughter's cunt while her husband watched. It was more than she could handle. Jermaine's fat cock served as a gag muffling the sound of her orgasm but it was obvious to everybody what had happened from the smile on her lips as his cock fell away. Bruce watched as his baby girl was skewered for the second time on Jermaine's cock and this time she didn't manage to conceal how great his cock felt inside her. Her mouth opened and a gasp erupted from them. Instead of her eyes shutting this time they opened and locked on her Father's in an ultimate taboo. Bruce reached into his pants wrapping around his cock stroking his painfully erect cock. He was staring into her eyes as she came. There was no disguising the expression burned onto her features as anything but a mind shattering orgasm. There would be a few bruises on Rena's hips where Jermaine's finger dug into her flesh. It was a primal urge, not a conscious thought that drove him to push his cock as far into her body as he could possibly manage and then pushing beyond that until his hips were almost melding into hers. He dumped his load there inside Fiona as deep in her cunt as he could manage. The four of them remained frozen in place for a few moments before Jermaine broke the silence. "Rena, clean your daughter and don't swallow." He pulled his cock out and rammed it into Fiona's mouth hard enough to gag the young redhead. That same twisted grin that had crossed Rena's face with each depraved request twisted her lips as she heard this newest request. She kissed her daughter on the lips slurping, sucking and using her tongue to scoop out Jermaine's cum. Her arms wrapped around Fiona's hips holding her in place until she was certain she had every drop and then she pulled away and opened her mouth to show Jermaine she had it all. "Kiss Bruce." Making Rent: Bruce and Family Bruce's eyes shot open when he heard that command. That sick bastard is going to make me swallow his cum?! It's not enough that he just made me watch him fuck my daughter or that my wife just licked his asshole clean he's got to do this too! Hands clenched into fists, it would be easy for him to knock Jermaine's teeth down his throat. That would of course make everything his wife and daughter had just done useless. The first thing Rena noticed as she straddled her husband was his erection. She couldn't remember the last time she'd felt him like that and her hips started to react. She was grinding her hips against his pant leg leaving a streak of wetness when she kissed him pouring Jermaine's cum into her husband's mouth. "Swallow." Bruce did as he was told. "Well I can't wait for next week." Jermaine grinned pulling his pants up. "I can't wait for right now." Rena whispered into Bruce's ear her hand slipping into his pants wrapping around his cock. Jermaine was walking out and Fiona was trying to slink off to her bedroom. "Good night Jermaine. Young lady you'll get over here right now we haven't finished this family discussion!" Making Restitution to the Auditor At ten minutes to four, I nervously walked into the Midtown Hotel lobby. Quickly I walked straight to the open elevator stepped inside and hit the button for the ninth floor. The door closed and I took a deep breath. My mind was whirling. I took another deep breath when the door opened. Rapidly, I walked down the long hall until I was standing in front of room 919. My trembling fingers fumbled with the key card. I hurried inside and closed the door before anyone could see me. Catching my breath I looked around the freshly renovated hotel room. It was very contemporary, clean, and neat. Then I noticed a note placed on the middle of the king sized bed. I picked it up. My hand began to tremble as I read it. It was instructions from Michael. It told me what I needed to do before he arrived. I took several deep breaths. I had no choice but to be here. I foolishly attempted to bribe Mike, a federal auditor. He has the power to send me to prison for attempted bribery. Fortunately, he will let make personal restitution and not report my illegal action. Serving out our arrangement is better than prison. I reminded myself that my sentence of total servitude was only for one week. All I have to do is do what he wants and then I can get on with my life. Setting the note down on the nightstand I removed my blouse and skirt. Seeing the armoire I went and opened it. Grabbing a hanger I hung up my clothes. As indicated in his instructions, there was a small bag on a hanger. I removed the bag and opened it. Inside was a pair of mesh thigh high stockings, a black garter belt, and my next instructions. I put on the alluring items and looked at myself in the mirror. I looked like a sexy slut and not a married professional. Shaking my head, I walked over to the bed and pulled off all of the bed covers which revealed four leather collars. Each was attached to a stretch cord that had been secured to the four feet of the bed. I wanted to make sure I did everything correctly, so I re-read the instructions before climbing onto the bed. Sitting in the center, I straightened my leg out towards the foot of the bed. I attached the collar around my right ankle. Stretching out my other leg, I fastened the second collar to my left ankle. Lying down on my back I took a deep breath and paused. Mentally, I contemplated how extremely vulnerable I would be if I were to complete my instructions. Still, I knew I had no choice. I would have to comply or I would end up in jail. Stretching out, I slid my hand onto the middle pillow and retrieved the small bag that Michael had purposely placed there. Sitting back up, I dumped out the contents: an electrified dildo, a black blindfold, and a soft rubber ball attached to a silk scarf. I set the dildo between my legs. I put the stretchy blindfold on my head but I left it just above my eyes so I could see to finish carrying out my other instructions. I took the last item which I was instructed to use as a gag. Unsure of myself, I placed the ball in my mouth and proceeded to wrap the attached scarf around my head and tied it securely in place. Inhaling through my nose, I stretched back out and reached for the collar attached to the third corner of the bed. Slipping it around my left wrist I tightened and fastened it. I was now laying spread eagle on the bed with three of my four appendages tied down. Wiggling I tested my restraints. They held me securely. I screamed softly. The ball stuffed in my mouth effectively muted the sound. Nervously I pulled my blindfold down into place with my free hand. I was obedient. Unable to see, I groped for the vibrator. Finding it, I began carrying out the final instruction. Methodically, I worked the long plastic prick in between the folds of my feminine flesh. Michael wanted me restrained and he wanted me sexually primed prior to his arrival. Despite being scared and nervous, my body was soon relaxing and physically responding to my mechanical stimulation. I was indeed complying. Caress by caress my skin was heating up. Stroke by stroke my intimate flesh grew more and more aroused. Time passed and my fears were fading. Physical pleasures were building. Undeniably, I was enjoying the sensations the artificial penis was creating. Sliding the vibrator deeper inside, I could feel my inner muscles contract tightly around the apparatus. My nerve ends emitted pure erotic pleasure. Marveling at the sweet sensations, I let go of the inserted dildo and stretched my free hand out. My fingers found and touched the collar still unattached. Surprising myself, I stretched farther and voluntarily slipped my free wrist through the collar and grabbed onto the attached cord. Curiously, I wiggled and rocked. The leather restraints held me and I could barely move. Yet, I could clearly feel the mechanical penis gently vibrating inside me. I could clearly taste the rubber ball stuffed into my mouth. I could hear it muting my noises. My eyes were open, but I could only see black. Experimenting, I briefly writhed. I pumped my hips and moaned. My body was restrained but not my senses. Erotic pleasure continued as I tested my captivity. My physical pleasure was genuine. I started feeling guilty. I should not be enjoying my horrific situation. Yet intense novel erotic pleasure was clearly coursing threw me. My captivity was pleasant for now. But fear returned. What will Mike do to me? What if he caught me enjoying my criminal sentence? Quickly, I let go of the cord and pulled my hand free. Reaching down, I carefully pulled the nine inch dildo out of my fully aroused flesh. Breathing heavily through my nose I tried to calm down. I tried to cool my heated and drooling body. Minutes later, I heard noises outside the door. Nervously, I rested the vibrator on my still tingling flesh. A moment later the door opened and closed. Clad only in mesh stockings and a garter belt, I could only imagine what I looked like being gagged, blindfolded, and tied down on the bed. Somehow, I managed to take comfort in knowing that I had fully complied with Michael's directions. Scared, anxious, and nervous, I squirmed and waited to see what would happen next. Each moment of uncertainty was torturous. Heightening my agony, Michael never spoke a word. In premeditated silence, I could hear him slowly stepping towards the bed. Still, I jumped when his hand grabbed hold of my wrist. Stretching it out to the corner of the bed he snuggly secured it to the last collar. My captivity was now complete. My ears strained to decipher each sound. Methodically, he walked around the bed and tested each restraint. He made sure I carried out my instructions. He confirmed that I was fully immobilized and totally vulnerable. The bed moved. I felt him sitting down. Deliberately, he leaned over until his lips brush up against my right ear. I could hear him breathing. I could feel him poised over me. An eternity and a moment later, his tongue flicked and touched my earlobe. It tickled and reflexively I squirmed only to feel the leather bands stop me from escaping the sensation. "Did you turn yourself on," he whispered in my ear as he placed his hand on my stomach. I shook my head up and down and his hand began to slowly move. "Good, did you get yourself off," he whispered while delicately rubbing my belly button. I shook my head side to side as his other hand confidently grabbed and cupped my breast. "Good, because you are not to climax until I grant you permission," he informed me. I shook my head up and down acknowledging my standing instructions. "Are you ready to experience the pain and pleasure of your captivity," he whispered. Meekly, I moved my head up and down as his fingers fondled and caressed me. "Has your pussy-whipped husband ever strapped you to the bed," he whispered and I shook my head no. "Has anyone ever kept your sensual body on the precipice of an extremely high level orgasm," he mouthed silently into my ear as his hand squeezed, pinched and played with my taunt nipple. I moved my head side to side confessing my innocence. "Then you have never passed out from an endless orgasm prolonged by denial, bondage, and relentless arousal techniques," he whispered. I shook my head no as I felt him rubbing the vibrator across my swollen clit. "Have you ever begged and begged to cum," he whispered. "Have you ever experience more pleasure than your body could endure," he asked. Violently, I shook my head side to side. Contemplating his words, I squirmed against my bonds. Knowing my sounds would be muted, I screamed out. I could not believe my strong reaction. I prayed that it was out of fear. I hoped it was not from some sort of freakish anticipation. Quickly I regained my composure. Once again I lay motionless. Once again I was Michael's obedient prisoner. I was ready to serve my sentence. Calmly, his hand continued to caress my breasts. His other hand was repeatedly working the thick long vibrating dildo in and out of my immobilized pussy. I could feel my inner muscles starting to clutch at the apparatus. I could feel guilt filled pleasure building. I expected to be punished. I expected to endure pain. I feared physical abuse. This, I did not imagine. Never did I think I would be forced to endure extreme erotic pleasure. I could feel my body getting more and more turned-on. My sexual arousal had to be noticeably evident. I could feel my pussy drooling and I knew Mike could see it. "Do not climax," he reiterated still whispering and I struggled against my leather bonds. "Cumming without permission has severe and painful consequences," he whispered into my ear and I shook my head up and down indicating that I understood. He pushed the vibrator in deeper until it completely filled me. His fingers began caressing my clamoring clit while the turned-on dildo was liquefying my insides. Then his tongue touched my ear. Slowly it trailed down my neck. Gently swirling, it made its way towards my soft firm breasts. Slowly and methodically he proceeded to ignite every inch of my imprisoned flesh. At last, his illicit lips were on my fully aroused and aching nipples. An eternity passed and I felt his body twisting and turning as his hands and mouth continued to ignite my imprisoned body. His manipulating mouth was again on the move. He kissed and suckled. His lips gradually moved lower. I wiggled beneath him when his tantalizing tongue darted into my bellybutton. His lurid lips continued on their pleasure producing journey. Moments later his tormenting tongue was swirling around my quivering and protruding clit. Pure physical pleasure was undeniable, intense, and growing. I tried to resist the sweet sensations swelling up within me. It was getting more and more difficult. His teasing touch was shockingly sensual and endless. I screamed and squirmed in my leather collars. I tried to resist the animalistic desire rapidly building within me. Relentlessly, he generated raw eroticism in my purloined and immobilized body. Valiantly, I struggled to hold back the release my body was demanding. I needed relief from his talented tongue but it never stopped. I soon regretted getting myself so excited prior to his arrival. I arched my hips as much as my restraints would allow and suddenly dropped. He would move right with me. My attempts to momentarily escape his exquisite touch failed. I twisted and turned but still I wasn't able to break the hold that his lips had on my physically throbbing clit. My insides churned. My orgasm was building. Violently, I shook my head side to side and screamed out as loud as I could. He ignored my reaction. His torrid tongue kept twirling and tantalizing my twitching twat. My entire body tingled. The tension and pleasure just kept growing. Every erotic nerve in every part of my body was fully charged. My toes were curled from the erotic electricity coursing through me. My breasts burned. My nipples throbbed. My eyes watered. My entire body quivered. The intensity was un-fathomable and un-escapable. I swallowed hard. I realized that any further efforts to be obedient would be futile. It was time to surrender. I dug my heels into the sheets and arched up my sensory filled pussy. I wantonly pushed against my leather restraints. I heard him snicker. I didn't care. The sweet release I was being denied was so close. I cried out, not in anger and frustration but in blatant bliss. I was exploding. More than just my pussy was discharging. My entire body was being consumed with pent up pleasure. I bucked wildly against my bonds. Wave after wave of intense pleasure was battering my body with a force never before experienced. I gasped, expecting the high orgasmic tide that was flooding me to soon ebb. I anticipated swift punishment. I was wrong. Instead, powerful spasms kept racking my body. Michael kept licking. He kept sucking on my clamoring clit. He kept squeezing on my soft breasts. His fingers kept pinching and playing with my sorely swollen nipples. My captor kept on milking my body of pleasure. Amazingly, I kept on climaxing. I kept on bucking. Over and over again my muscles kept on contracting. My body kept on contorting and writhing. I kept on releasing my physical energy. My knees grew dangerously weak. My body was soon aching. I screamed. Michael wouldn't stop draining me. I would have begged and pleaded for him to stop, but I was gagged. I was bound. I couldn't escape the force of pleasure. It overwhelmed me. I needed relief from my relief. I writhed wildly. My senses were overloaded. Pleasure turned to pain. Finally, I could take no more. I went into erotic shock. My mind shut down. My body went limp. I stopped processing all sensations. Exhausted, I closed my eyes. My first taste of bondage was nothing like what I had imagined. I don't know how much time passed. The next thing I realize Michael was unfastening my gag. I took a deep breathe when he removed the rubber ball from my mouth. "You did not have my permission," he started to say. "I tried not to climax but I couldn't help it because you wouldn't stop," I interrupted. "You disobeyed me. I will decide how and when you will pay for that," he retorted. "This sucks," I replied still bound and blind folded as I felt him moving on the bed. "To avoid prison you must make restitution. You do so by obediently serving me. Isn't that correct Mrs. Hancock," he said propping up my head on several pillows. "Yes," I contritely replied as the bed bounced and I felt his knees straddling my waist. "So does my letting you avoid jail suck Mrs. Hancock," he said leaning forward. "No Mr. Hamilton," I replied as the tip of his cock hit my cheek. "What sucks is not being appreciated for showing mercy," he said rubbing his semi-stiff member on my face. "I am sorry. I appreciate your not sending me to prison," I told him. "Do you really," he asked brushing his cock back and forth across my cheek. "I will show you," I said opening and sucking the head of his dick into my mouth. "Yes, be appreciative," he said leaning and inching more of his prick past my lips. "That is so much better. Yes take your time Jessica we still have an hour before it is time to send you home to your husband," he said reaching and rubbing my tender nipples. 'I am in for a long night and an unforgettable week' I told myself, as I started making restitution to the auditor.