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Paying the Rent

By: CelticFrog



Jennifer sighed as the alarm went off, blaring in her ear. She had been staring at the clock for three minutes, dreading the knowledge that she would have to get up today and face a whole new world. The strange apartment, a strange bed, even this alarm clock was strange to her. “Fully furnished”, the ad touted. They hadn’t been kidding. Her new landlord had even stocked it with toilet paper, some food staples, houseplants, even a little bookshelf stocked with some classic literature. Jennifer still couldn’t believe her luck; on the first try, first complex, she got an apartment. For a steal, too - after every three paid months, she would get one free. She wouldn’t have to pay any utilities except the phone. “Electricity in this building is all tied together, so we include that cost in your rental fee,” the company had told her. So she signed the lease agreement, shook on it, and grabbed her bag out of the car. 

“Is that all you have?” came a voice from her right. Turning, she saw an average looking man, probably in his thirties, coming around a corner. “I’m Ben, your new landlord. Hobbs and Jenkins called as you left their office. Can I show you to your new apartment?” Lifting her duffle bag, he started towards a door on the end of the building. “We don’t use the main entrance very often, seems like there’s always something wrong with the roof or the pipes. There’s a constant leak - not fun to walk through.” Jennifer thanked him and followed somewhat nervously. 

Inside, the building was bright and the hallway seemed almost more like a dorm. “Here’s your place, let me know if there’s anything you need or just want someone to show you around town. This building has a bunch of really cool people in it; we all get along pretty well. You ought to fit in perfectly.” Opening the door, he made a sweeping motion with his arm. “Welcome home, Jennifer. It is Jennifer, right? Or do you prefer Jen?”

“Either’s fine, thanks,” Jennifer mumbled as the rest of her senses took in the apartment. She was impressed, having expected cheesy disco era furniture and second hand décor. Instead, she saw a sleek, classy place that reminded her of an art gallery. Everything seemed to be black and white with occasional splashes of color. She smiled, amazed at her good luck.

After explaining where a few things were in the apartment, Ben left her with one last welcome. Jennifer grabbed her duffle and headed for the bedroom. The few clothes she had managed to bring with her were quickly unpacked and organized. Having assumed she would go shopping after she saw the apartment, she hadn’t bothered buying food or any other household goods. Good thing, she thought to herself, since they’ve already thought of everything. Since she was all but broke, Jennifer needed to save all the money she could until she found a decent job. She rummaged a little in the refrigerator, looked in the cabinets, and managed to come up with a mediocre dinner. Afterwards, she got acquainted with the new apartment and went to bed.

Seven hours later, with the alarm blaring in her ears, Jennifer rolled out of bed, groaning. Leaving the music on, she went about her normal morning routine, taking a shower, brushing her teeth, neglecting breakfast. Her newspaper from yesterday had a few prospects for a good job and her goal was to explore those today. She dressed in her smartest outfit, one her mother had bought her five years ago as part of a college graduation present. Jennifer spent a long and tedious day on the hunt for anything that could give her an income without completely stripping her dignity. Having applied for all the jobs in the paper and a few others that weren’t, she drove home and collapsed on the couch. Thank God for air conditioning. 

Almost an hour later, Jennifer woke with a start. Wow, she thought. I must have been more tired than I realized. As she sat up, she tried to recall what she had dreamt. It must have been good, her panties were just the slightest bit damp. Something about… the landlord, Ben?!? Although the thought shocked her at first, she found herself warming to the idea. He wasn’t unattractive, not incredibly gorgeous, but in the long run, do-able. Not like her standards were too high lately. Matter of fact, as long as she didn’t catch anything, she didn’t care after her husband of a whopping two years kicked her out to make room for his new supermodel girlfriend, leaving her with a mediocre duffle bag of clothes and her car. Finding an attorney was a daunting prospect, one that she would address after she found a job. Brushing the thoughts aside, she concentrated on her new surroundings and eventually her thoughts returned to Ben. Deciding it couldn’t hurt to use those thoughts to her advantage, she began weaving a fantasy. 

Slipping out of her panties and unbuttoning her shirt, she started massaging her nipples and caressing her own thighs, effectively teasing herself just enough to further her cause. Slipping two fingers into the wetness that was steadily increasing, she massaged her clit with her palm. In no time, she found herself panting and writhing, imagining Ben’s full mouth on her pussy. Not one to waste time, she gave herself a quick orgasm and took a few seconds to recover, just as a knock came on the door.

Quickly straightening her skirt and re-buttoning her shirt, she answered the door. “Hi, I’m Sarah! I’m your new neighbor next door. Ben said you just moved here; so I figured maybe you’d like to go out with some of us tonight, see the sights. I know you probably don‘t have a job yet, so my treat. Whad’ya say?” 

Surprised, Jen stood there for a moment, unsure of what to do. She’d never really gone out with ‘the girls’ before, and didn’t know what it was like. Ah, hell. Just try it, her mind told her. Gathering up her courage, Jennifer accepted and then asked Sarah what she should wear. “Well, let’s find something, shall we?” With that, Sarah sauntered into the apartment and headed straight for the bedroom. Stupefied, all Jennifer could do was follow.

“I just love this shirt!” Sarah exclaimed, holding up a silvery velvet v-neck. “What do you usually wear it with?” 

Jen shrugged, having never gotten the chance to actually wear it in public. “I dunno, probably jeans. I don’t really have anything for dancing or going out. I never went. I actually brought that with me because I figured it was meant for someone else,” Jen answered, watching Sarah dig through her meager assortment of clothes. 

“That’s okay, I have a great skirt for it. You’re what, a 10?” A nod from Jennifer was all it took for Sarah to go running out the still open door down the hallway. She heard the adjoining wall between the closets thump and rattle a little, and then Sarah came bolting back into the room, carrying a slinky long black skirt with two slits up the side well past the knee. “Try it on, we’ll see if it works. If not, I have a shorter skirt that would do just fine too.” 

Sarah sat on the bed and watched bemusedly as Jennifer, obviously not used to people watching her change, nervously slipped out of her ‘interview’ suit and into the revealing outfit. She knew she had a nice body, but had always been self-conscious of other people seeing it. Jeremy had picked her apart during their marriage, and now her breasts, perky as a chipmunk on speed, no longer looked appealing to her. Looking at them in the mirror, she tried to force the negative thoughts as far away as her ex husband. It was time to move on and try new things, like this incredibly sexy skirt. The slits that didn’t look so bad before were guaranteed to nearly showcase her shaven cleft should she sit down. Still, it was a good combination and she held out her arms and looked inquisitively at Sarah for approval. Encouraged by Sarah’s clapping, she twirled and looked at her reflection in the mirror. Not bad, she thought. Maybe I should have learned how to dress like this a long time ago.

In a flash, Jennifer found herself made up (aided enormously by the exuberant Sarah), clothed, and out the door. In the parking lot, Sarah herded Jen away from her own car and towards a sleek little sporty convertible a few spots down. “We’ll take my car, it’s more fun,” was the only explanation offered. In truth, it matched both Sarah’s boisterous personality and her petite, athletic build. Sarah’s short blonde hair suggested her convertible top was down more often than not.

Downtown, Jennifer was introduced to several young women; all of whom Sarah said lived in their building. They all hit it off wonderfully and began to drink, dance, and flirt all evening with not only the men all over the bar, but playfully with each other as well. Last call came, and Jen couldn’t believe that she had stayed out so late. Sarah noticed the expression on her face and laughed. “Tomorrow’s Friday, Jen… it’s not like you have to get up early to go job hunting or anything. You’ll be fine.” Jen relaxed visibly but still felt like a little girl caught out past curfew.

Sarah, having declared herself designated driver for the evening, hauled Jen into her car and headed back to the apartments. They made small talk on the way home about families, childhood, and sex. Jen was surprised at how experienced Sarah seemed. Jennifer had been with three men in her lifetime, and still felt naïve in the ways of the world. Sarah, on the other hand, had lost count at around 20, and amazed Jen even more with her accounts of same-sex experimentation. Jen thought that was something that only happened in sorority tales or movies. Laughing, Sarah told her that she’d learn plenty living here.

Walking into the building, Sarah and Jennifer ran into Ben, who was sticking halfway out of the ceiling with a tool belt on. “Howdy, girls! Could one of you hand me that pipe clamp?” As Jen handed the repair part to him, Ben winked and mentioned the alcohol on her breath. “Sarah took you out to meet the girls, then, did she?” A nod of assent from Jennifer and Ben chuckled, wrenching the clamp down over a leak. Resetting the ceiling tile, he picked up his equipment and left the girls in the hallway by their doors. 

“Thanks for tonight, Sarah," Jen said. "I’ve never gotten to go out and just have fun before. It was nice. And Ben was right; all of you here in the building are really great. I’m glad I found it here.” 

Sarah just smiled and opened Jennifer’s door for her. “Sleep tight, Jen. We’re glad you’re here, too. I’ll see you in the morning, we’ll have breakfast or something.” Jen headed for her bedroom and stripped naked before climbing into bed, exhausted. 

Still, she couldn’t sleep. Something kept nagging at the back of her mind, and images of Ben and Sarah from the last few days kept invading her head. Unconsciously, she snaked her hand down her belly towards her clit and started to rub it absentmindedly. She knew just how to please herself, and let her mind roam freely while her hands did all the work, oblivious to her vocal reactions. In the midst of everything, she heard another knock at the door. Grabbing a robe and tying it on in a hurry, she dashed to the door. Ben was standing there, tool belt still on his hips, with an amused look on his face. “I heard my name in here, you sounded like you were in pain, so I figured I’d check on you.” She looked outside and saw a ceiling tile ajar in the hallway. 

“No, nothing’s wrong, I must have been talking in my sleep or something. I had more to drink than usual. ” she stammered. Ben raised an eyebrow and lifted her hand to his mouth.

“I don’t think you were sleeping,” he whispered as he sucked the pussy juice off her still moist fingers. “I think you want to be fucked. Am I right?” She nodded, almost imperceptibly, afraid of her own reaction but painfully aware of her throbbing sex, aching for attention. Ben leaned into her, inhaling the scent of her arousal, pushing her backwards into the apartment. Jen’s gray eyes were like saucers as he nudged his way into the apartment and shut the door behind him. “Get on the bed,” he ordered in a husky voice. Jen complied, unbelievably aroused. Ben followed her, removing his clothes as he walked. “I just can’t help but want you, and by the way you’re reacting, you want me too.” Jennifer’s only response was to untie her robe and slip it off her body. In the back of her head, she had conflicting emotions muddled by her drinking. 

Part of her wanted to run: this was wrong and inappropriate. The bigger, louder part encouraged her, telling her to remind herself this is exactly what she was looking for when she moved across the country looking for a new life. Then all thoughts were pushed aside as Ben bent his head to taste the juices he had only sampled on her fingers. God, it felt so good. Jennifer closed her eyes and savored the sensation of his tongue flicking, licking, and sucking her clit and lips. He dipped a finger into her vagina and removed it to taste all that he could of her, unable to get enough. He had been attracted to her from the beginning. To be able to taste her and fuck her so soon was amazing. He licked her furiously and gently, as if she was a lollipop that he had to get to the creamy center of. His fingers began working her inner folds, feeling for the reaction he knew he would get once he found the most amazing place on her body that could throw her over the edge.

Jennifer couldn’t contain herself. She watched, almost from outside her body, as she thrashed around on the bed, gripping the sheets in white knuckled hands. She bit her lip to muffle the groans that escaped her as he brought her to the brink of orgasm and held her there for a moment, delighting in her tension, before releasing that tension into a billion atoms of pleasure coursing through her veins. Jennifer gasped in a silent scream, unable to move or think; just feeling the waves break over and over without retreating. Ben disengaged his head from between her legs and moved to suckle her nipples briefly before claiming her body, thrusting his cock to the hilt. At the feeling of his cock pressing against her pussy walls, Jennifer regained control of her body and threw her arms around Ben’s waist, pulling at him as if she couldn’t get enough of him inside her. He bent and kissed her, letting her taste her own juices, devouring her sweet mouth. Her body was so yielding, so soft and supple; his thrusts became frenzied with desire. She felt another orgasm building deep inside her and began frantically bucking her hips, digging her toes into the mattress. As her second orgasm broke over her, he felt the contractions on his penis, sending him over the edge and launching his own climax. Releasing his semen deep inside her, the fleeting thought of pregnancy came to his mind, shooed away by the intense waves of pleasure that just wouldn’t end. Jennifer eased out of her stupor and groaned contentedly. 

“Thanks, I think I needed that; and I bet you did too,” she teased Ben. He laughed, climbed out of bed and walked towards the door, redressing himself as he reached each article of clothing. 

“I know you did, and you’ll probably get more later if you’d like it. Don’t forget breakfast with the girls tomorrow - get some sleep.” With that, the door closed. 

Jennifer looked over at the clock. “What time is it?? How long did we fuck?” she thought to herself. Before she could calculate how much time she had before she had to meet her new friends for breakfast, she was sound asleep.

To be continued ;)

Paying The Rent



As a college student I can only work part time and still have enough energy to go to class. My parents help me out with some money every month, but things used to be pretty tight, but not any more. I have almost completely eliminated my rent payment.

Several months ago my rent came due and I didn't have the money to cover it. I had paid my credit card and utility bills and the money was just gone. I knew that my parents would think I'd blown it all on a party or a shopping trip, so I couldn't ask them for more money.

I was able to dodge my landlord for a few days by being very careful about coming and going and pretending that I wasn't home, even when I was. Finally though, he caught up with me just as I was getting back from class on Friday afternoon.

"Julie, I still haven't received your rent check." Pete said.

"Yeah, listen, about the rent, is there any way I could get an extension on that?" I asked.

"Are you saying you don't have the money that you owe me?" Pete asked.

"Not right now, but I will at the end of next week." I said.

"The end of next week? You're already four days past due. You know the rules, pay on or before the day that rent is due or you can be evicted." Pete said.

"Please don't evict me, my parents would kill me. There must be some way we can work this out." I said.

"Well, I suppose certain exceptions could be made for those that are willing to cooperate." Pete said with a sly smile on his face.

I was creeped out because I assumed by the way he said it and the look on his face that cooperation meant having sex with the bald headed, 52 year old fat man.

"There's no way that I'm sleeping with you, I'd rather be evicted." I said.

"Oh no, I wasn't going to suggest that you sleep with me." Pete said.

"Good, then what is it that you did have in mind?" I asked.

"I'll give you to the end of next week to come up with the money, if you will take off the panties that you're wearing right now and give them to me." Pete said.

"No way, weirdo." I said.

"Very well, I guess I'll just go to my office and start the eviction process." Pete said.

He turned to go to his office.

"Wait. If I give them to you I get until the end of next week to come up with the money right?" I asked.

"Yes, that's right." Pete said.

"Okay, but you've got to wait out here while I go inside and take them off." I said.

"Fine by me." Pete said.

I opened the door to my apartment, rushed inside and shut and locked the door behind me. I looked down at the front of my pants as I agonized over whether or not to go through with it, Pete however was in much more of a hurry than I was.

"What's taking so long?" Pete called from outside the door.

"Just a second, I'm looking for something to put them in." I said.

I decided that I had very little choice but to do it so I kicked off my shoes, quickly stripped off my pants peeled my panties off, pulled my pants back on, put the panties into a fast food bag that was on the table, quickly opened the door, handed the bag to Pete, and closed and locked the door as quickly as I could.

"Thank you, and don't forget, next Friday I'll be back." Pete said.

I sat on the floor propped up against the door thinking about what I had done. I had traded my panties for another week to raise my rent money. It wasn't exactly selling my body, but I felt just as dirty as there was no doubt in my mind that Pete had ran back to his office or to his own apartment with my still warm panties to jerk off.

I hadn't really thought about my underwear being an object of sexual desire until Pete had requested them, but as I thought about it I could see why men might find them appealing. They were the garment that covered and protected my most intimate of places. After being worn they do carry the aroma of my womanhood. The more I thought about what had just transpired and what Pete was no doubt doing with my panties at that very moment the more my fear and apprehension faded away and the more turned on I got.

I spent the whole next week doing everything I could think of to raise the money, I got the cash advances on my credit cards, I sold some of my stuff to friends, but I could not come up with the money. Friday afternoon I waited nervously in my apartment. I knew that the knock would come; I just wasn't sure when it would be.

The knock came at 6:00. Standing at the door was Pete, with a big smile on his fat face.

"Well Julie, have you got my money?" Pete asked.

"I've got most of it, but I couldn't get all of it." I said.

"I don't take installments Julie, once a month I expect $1,000, not $800 today and $200 next week. We're over half way to having your next month's rent due, and with the problems you're having this month I can only assume things will be like this or worse next month, so I'm afraid that I'm going to have to evict you." Pete said.

"Wait, maybe you don't. I was thinking about last week and I have an idea." I said.

"Okay, what's your idea?" Pete asked.

"Well, you gave me an extra week in exchange for one pair of panties. I was thinking that we might barter something similar to pay for my rent." I said.

"Last week was a special discount; one pair of panties per week won't make up for $1,000 per month in rent." Pete said.

"I realize that, but what about a pair every day?" I asked.

"Every day?" Pete asked, noticeably intrigued.

"Yes, at $1,000 per month I'm paying over $30 per day to live here, but I can get new panties for less than $5 per pair if I buy them at the right place. That's only $1,825 per year for a fresh pair of $5 panties every day. I could wear them all day and get them all nice and warm for you, and then I could drop them off at your place when I get home." I said.

"An intriguing offer, but I'm afraid I'll have to decline." Pete said.

"What if I were to cum in some of them before I dropped them off, say two pairs a week?" I asked.

"You'd cum in them?" Pete asked.

"Sure, we girls like to masturbate too." I said demonstrating that I knew what he had done with my panties.

"I don't know, I mean this apartment could make me $12,000 per year in rent." Pete said.

"How about a video, I'm sure you'd like to see me cum in some of the panties, once a month I could do a video for you." I said.

"How long of a video?" Pete asked.

"A half hour at the very least." I said.

"So let me get this straight, if I let you live here without paying any money in rent you'll give me your freshly worn panties every single day, including two pairs a week that you've cummed in, plus every month you'll give me a video of you playing with yourself?" Pete asked.

"That's the deal I'm offering." I said.

"Okay, I'll take that deal; on the condition that I get to watch you play with yourself in person tonight. You don't need to worry, I won't try anything, I just want to watch." Pete said.

I looked at him for a minute, he was all sweaty and I could see him trembling with anticipation as he awaited my reply.

"Okay, but if you try anything I'm calling the cops." I said.

"You don't have to worry about that." Pete said.

We went to my bedroom and he sat in a chair at the end of my bed. I was nervous as I began to undress. I wasn't attracted to him at all, in fact he disgusted me, but he was completely obsessed with me and doing this would allow me to live basically rent free.

I heard Pete gasp when I pulled off my bra and he was able to see my breasts for the first time, but that gasp was nothing compared to the sound he made when I slipped my panties down my legs. They dropped to my ankles and with one foot I flicked them at Pete. They hit him in the face and landed in his lap.

"There's your first installment on my rent." I said with a giggle.

Pete lifted them to his nose and inhaled the aroma that they carried.

I climbed onto the bed and positioned myself so Pete could see everything as I began to play with myself.

It was a little hard to get aroused with a strange, sweaty, fat man watching me, but I wasn't going to go that far only to stop due to lack of arousal so I forced myself to become aroused. I thought of all sorts of things that allowed my mind to drift away from that room and that odd little man.

Soon I was thinking back to a very passionate night with one of my former boyfriends. As my fingers worked away on my pussy my mind concentrated on that night; blocking my current situation completely from my head.

In all it took about 20 minutes before I reached orgasm, and came back to the reality that Pete had pulled his cock out and was jerking off into the panties that I had given him. He reached his orgasm shortly after I had mine, then he stood up, walked to the front door and let himself out without saying a word.

Every day since then I have left a freshly worn pair of panties in his mailbox, twice a week they are soaked with cum, and once a month I make a video and put it in the box as well.

The girls at the lingerie store all know me by name now as I'm in there all the time buying more and more panties, they keep asking me what happened to all the ones I'd bought, I just smile and say....

"A girl has to pay the rent." 

They just smile awkwardly either not understanding what I mean or understanding all to well and not approving of my method. I've saved thousands in rent, and I've started my own website where I sell copies of the videos that I make for Pete so now my rent is free, and I make more than I ever did before. I love my life.



Paying the Rent



~Just for the record this is supposed to be a little tongue in cheek. A sort of tribute to the old cheesey porn. Enjoy!

*

The minute Vicky turned 18 she packed her bags and moved out of her parents house. It wasn't that she didn't love her parents, they were kind and loving people, but they were strict and would never allow her to be free in the way that she so desperately desired. She also wanted to keep her relationship with them as good as she could and therefore desired that they did not know what it was she enjoyed doing with her time. And what Vicky enjoyed was sex.

She was 5'5" with long legs and firm perky breasts, red hair and green eyes that sparkled with lust. She enjoyed sex on a level she felt was beyond regular understanding. She liked both men and women but did not think of herself as bisexual... she was just sexual and didn't get why people thought it needed another label.

So now at 18 Vicky had moved out of her parents house and gotten her own apartment, the only problem was instead of paying her rent she had used her paycheck to go partying and now she was faced with an eviction notice. She stood in the hallway of her apartment building and stared at the paper posted none too discretely on her door. In the apartment two doors down she heard her landlord's wife screaming at him.

"I don't CARE if she's a nice girl, she's not paid her rent in two months and I want a tenant with money!" she was saying. Vicky wasn't surprised. The woman was horrible. She was constantly telling her husband what to do and demeaning him in public. She refered to him as stupid and lazy and constantly bossed him around. As far as Vicky could tell Mr. Leeman was a very nice guy. He never hesitated to attend to any concerns his tenants had and he was always nice and polite to them. It was amazing that such a nice man could have such a bitch of a wife. Vicky wondered if she'd ever had anything more fun up her butt other than that bug. 

She plucked the notice off the door and inserted her key in the lock. Well, she had no intention of leaving her apartment and if all that stood in the way of her and her goal was bitchy Mrs. Leeman then maybe there was something she could do about it.

Entering her apartment she dropped the note on the coffee table, put away her groceries and jumped in the shower. When she felt herself sufficiently freshened up she placed a call to Mr. Leeman's apartment. Thankfully his wife did not answer. Vicky managed to put a small pout in her voice when she said, "Oh, hi Mr. Leeman, this is Vicky in Apt 1C. I...um, got your notice." she paused a moment for effect, "I...I was hoping you could come over for a moment, I really need to speak with you... if I"m to be leaving..." she let her voice tremble a little bit, "I'd better have you fix a few things for your new tenants."

He agreed to come right over.

Pleased with herself Vicky hung up the phone and looked at herself in the mirror. Her red hair had dried and was soft and fluffy. She wore a short green pleated skirt and a white blouse with a thin lace bra that was easily visible beneath it. Her lips were full and she'd applied some no smear lipstick in her favorite shade. Her nails were long and painted pink. Somehow it managed to look right with the green. She practiced pouting in the mirror and batted her lashes around her emerald eyes and laughed at herself. There was no way she was getting kicked out.

Very quickly there came a knock at the door and she opened it to find Mr. Leeman looking sheepish and uncomfortable. He was in his late 40s about 5'9" and maybe 10-15 lbs overweight but not unatractive. He wore jeans and a t-shirt and his hair was slowly greying. His eyes were blue and, as always, looked sad. Vicky smiled at him but tried not to look too happy. 

He stepped into the room and she pushed the door to behind him. 

"So, um, you needed me to fix something?" he said nervously, turning to look at her. There was no doubt that he appreciated her outfit as his eyes never met hers but continued looking up and down her body.

"Well, actually, Mr. Leeman... I...was hoping to talk to you about..... about that." she pointed at the notice still sitting on the coffee table. If he'd looked dejected when he first entered the room it was nothing compared to how he looked when faced with this issue he obviously didn't want to deal with. 

"I'm sorry, Vicky," was all he managed to say. 

"It's just.... I didn't mean to be late on the rent," she pouted. "I've never lived outside my parents house before, and I didn't know anything about budgeting, and... and... oh, I'm just so stupid!" she cried and put her face in her hands pretending to cry.

Mr. Leeman moved next to her and patted her back uncertainly, "I'm sorry Vicky, you're not stupid. Lots of people have things like this happen. I know you didn't meant it it's just that my wi... I mean, well, landlords have to be landlords and I need a tenant who can pay me for their apartment. Otherwise what's the point in renting them out?"

She wiped away the non-existent tears, "I think your wife hates me," she pouted.

Mr. Leeman just looked at her. She was so damn beautiful. Young and innocent. He didn't want to kick her out. If the truth be told seeing her tight little butt and bouncy tits walk through the hallway was the highlight of his day. Damn his stupid wife. He never could figure out why he married such a cold bitch. He didn't think he'd had sex in ages and she wouldn't even allow a porno in the house. Vicky was probably right. She probably just wanted her kicked out because she was so damn hot and not only was he going to let it happen, he'd actually served the poor girl her notice. She was just a kid, what did she know about having an apartment? Dammit all anyway!

Vicky looked up at him, her eyes pools of innocence and trust, "Isn't there anything at all I can do to change your mind?" she pouted.

"I don't know, Vicky. It's not just my decision." he about bit his tongue when he realized what he'd said. Some man he was.

"Oh, I don't know about that... I mean, you're the landlord.... sir. Maybe there's something I could offer you?" she didn't wait for a reply. She lowered herself slowly to her knees in front of him. He started at her, stumbled over a few words,

"What? Vicky? No! Huh?" none of them made any sense and he didn't move though he was surprised. She slowly unbuttoned his pants and pulled down his zipper.

"Well, I figure," she said coyly, "if it's because of your wife... maybe I should offer you something she doesn't. Then I'd have a reason to stay here." She smiled up at him as she reached her delicate pink nailed hand into his pants and withdrew his quickly hardening cock. It was pretty thick, even when it was soft and her eyes widened at it. This could prove to be more fun than she'd realized. 

He watched her as she worked his fat dick with her delicate little fingers.

"Am I doing this right?"she asked, as if dozens of cocks before his hadn't hardened in that knowing little hand. He just nodded. He couldn't believe this was happening. How many nights had he fantasized about this while he jacked off in the bathroom, or on the rare occasion his frigid wife would agree to fuck him. God, he hadn't felt something so warm and soft in years. 

As his cock hardened, proving itself to be rather thick. Vicky reached out her pretty pink tongue and touched the tip of it to the tip of his cock, tasting a little precum. "Mmm, you taste good." she said, as though a child addressing an ice cream cone. "Your cock is so thick, your wife ought to be dancing around that apartment for joy." 

He was torn between not wanting to think about his wife, and the great feeling that came from realizing this hot little thing liked his cock and felt it was being taken for granted. She hadn't taken him in her mouth yet and he watched those perfect pink lips and waited for them to be wrapped around him. But first she lifted his cock higher, and licked at his balls while she jacked him. Her tongue felt so warm. She sucked one into her mouth and rolled it on her tongue. He groaned.

Then she licked him from base to tip, and looking up at him with her doe eyes and smiling she wrapped her lips around the head of his cock and said, "mmmmm" as she slowly inched him into her mouth.

He was very thick for her little mouth and her lips were stretched around him but he'd never felt anything so good. She was warm and wet and her tongue was dancing around his cock as she slid him further into her mouth. Once she had him in as far as he would go she began to slowly bob her head back and forth, flicking her tongue about his cock. She alternated flicking her tongue with a vacuum like suck whenever she pulled her head back. He wanted it to last forever, she was so hot and he'd never had something so wonderful, but his lack of a sex life and the sheer pleasure she was ringing from him caused his balls to tighten and he shot his load down her throat. She somehow managed a giggle with him still lodged in her mouth as she sucked and swallowed all she could get. Finally she popped him out of her mouth and began licking up the remaining cum off his cock. 

"That was wonderful," he said.

"I'm not done yet," she smiled and pushed him back towards the couch where he sat down. She stood, pushed the coffee table out of the way with one high heeled foot and began to unbutton her shirt. "I want to give you something special," she said as the buttons came undone. She dropped the blouse to the floor and stood there in her skirt and bra. The bra was lace and very see through. He could make out her nipples under the fabric. Her tits had to be C's at least, he felt himself beginning to get hard again.

She reached behind her back and unclasped her bra, but held it in place. "You wanna see?" she asked him. He nodded. "Are you sure you want to kick these out of your building?" She asked as she let her bra drop to the floor." 

"Not at all," he whispered as he stared at her glorious tits bouncing freely in front of him.

"Take your pants off," was all the response he got and he quickly obeyed. They had been falling down during the blow job anyway. He kicked them off and his shirt quickly followed. She pushed him back against the couch and knelt in front of him on the couch, straddling his big cock, but she didn't put it in her yet. She sat in his lap and rubbed her tits against his chest while she kissed him deeply. Her nipples hardened against his flesh and he wondered if the hair on him was tickling her.

She felt his hands run up under her skirt where they happily found her shaved pussy free from panties. He squeezed her bare ass with his strong hands while they kissed then he moved his mouth down and sucked one of her nipples into his mouth and flicked his tongue over it. She giggled again and he got harder.

He brought one finger around and stuck it in her mouth. She gave it a mini blowjob. Then he slowly inched it back to her ass and slipped it up her asshole. She moaned a giggly little moan. He loved her giggles. So girlish and naughty. She was really enjoying herself. "I want you to fuck me, Mr. Leeman," she whispered in his ear while he sucked her tits, "Fuck me with your fat cock. I need it!" It was all the encouragement he needed. He lifted up her tiny body and impaled her on his throbbing cock.

Oh shit, she had a tight pussy! He was grateful he'd cum so recently or he would have shot his load right there. Maybe that had been her plan, he didn't know or care. He put his hands on either side of her ass and lifted up and dropped her down on his cock and watched her titties bounce in his face. She leaned back and he watched as she bounced up and down, bare chested, her little green skirt still covering their actions. Her hair bounced too as she looked into his eyes, smiling.

For the first time since he'd been in the apartment she seemed to lose her perfect composure and in it's place he heard animal cries of lust and pleasure. He continued to pound her onto his cock and she cried, "Oh shit, I'm gonna cum!" and as she did he pulled her off his cock and focused on calming down. He wanted this to last as long as he could. She flopped onto her back on the couch and cried out as her orgasm continued to rush over her and then she laughed like a playful child. He knelt on the couch between her legs and looked at her pussy. It's was perfect. It was clean shaven, her outer lips were fat and juicy and she was wet from her orgasm. She watched him as he took a huge sniff of her and she laughed again. he looked up at her and grinned.

"First time in years I've seen one of these things that didn't have cobwebs on it," he joked. She ran her fingers through his hair. 

"Enjoy," she said. He grabbed a pillow and shoved it under her butt for a better angle. Then he spread her ass cheeks and licked her from ass to clit and back again. He loved the feel of her bare pussy lips on his tongue and she tasted so sweet. He swirled his tongue around her clit and she groaned, then he sucked it into his mouth and treated it to a sucking and some tongue lashes. He sucked on each of her lips in turn and dove his tongue up into her pussy making her cry out before working his way back up to her clit.

He brought up a hand and slowly inserted a finger into her wet pussy, then realizing he'd already stretched her with his huge cock he added a few more. He curled his fingers slightly and wriggled them around as he finger fucked her and sucked her clit and pretty soon she was cumming again and he lapped up her juices as best he could before pulling her toward him and kissing her, her juices still on his face. Then he stood her up and bent her over the coffee table. 

She put her hands on the coffee table to brace herself and looked over her shoulder with a smile."Now fuck me with that cock! I've never had anything so good, I want more!" she said and he rammed it into her from behind. He used his hands to spread her ass cheeks and fingered her asshole.

He only managed a few strokes before she cried the words he never thought he'd here. "Fuck my ass, Mr. Leeman, fuck my aaaassssss pleeeeease!"

He wasn't sure what to do. He'd never done that before. His wife barely let him fuck her. He'd already had his first tastes of pussy since he was a teenager, now he'd get to fuck her ass too? 

"Just stick it up my ass!" she cried. He pulled out her her pussy looked at her little pink asshole and he felt himself get harder, which he didn't realize was possible. He positioned the head of his fat cock at her hole and slowly pushed himself inside. She only groaned a little bit. He was sufficiently lubed from her pussy that he slid in easily, considering his size. His huge cock seemed to nearly rip her tight little ass wide open but she didn't show any sign of pain. It was fucking wonderful. he'd never felt anything like it. It was so much tighter and drier than her pussy and it was hot, and it was dirty. He didn't know how long he could last up here. 

Vicky had moved one of her hands to play with her clit and used the other to support herself against the coffee table. "Mmmmm....I love your cock in my ass..." she cooed.

"MARCUS!" came a shrill shout from over by the door. Landlord and tenant looked around to see Mrs. Leeman standing in the doorway. Her eyes were wide and her jaw was practically on the floor. Obviously she'd come to see what was taking her husband so long.

Vicky realized the danger here and she wasn't about to let Mr. Leeman get soft. He was about to pull out when she said, "Oh Mr. Leeman fuck my tight ass with that huge cock! To hell with that frigid bitch! I need your cock, fuck my ass please!" and with his wife watching in shock Mr. Leeman fucked her tight little ass with all his might. He grabbed her hips and pulled her back against him as hard as he could Vicky kept her eyes on Mrs. Leeman and said, "I love his fucking cock, you've had it all this time and never taken advantage of it?" Mrs. Leeman just stared.

Vicky turned away and continued to cheer him on. "Oh fuck my ass with your wonderful cock! Oh God, yes! You feel soo goooooood!" As Vicky launched into another orgasm Mr. Leeman locked eyes with his astonished wife, grinned at her, slapped Vicky on the ass and shot his load deep into her asshole. He'd never come so hard, he actually cried out loud and slapper her ass again.

Mrs. Leeman turned and fled from the room. For a moment Mr. Leeman stared after her as he popped out of Vicky's ass and she stood up. She wrapped her hands around his waist and pressed herself against him. 

"You're too good for her," she told him, "I have a girlfriend coming over tonight you might like to meet.... that is, if I can stay."

He pulled away from her and looked into her not so Innocent eyes, then smiled. "You think I'd kick you out after that? You keep fucking me like that and you can stay here free of charge as long as you like. Hell, for getting rid of my wife I'll even pay your bills. Now, I need to go tell that bitch to pack her bags."

Without so much as wiping off the juices of Vicky's pussy and asshole Mr. Leeman pulled on his jeans and went to tell his wife to get out. Vicky jumped in the shower. She was happy for Mr. Leeman. He was finally getting the pussy he deserved and she was going to be able to stay in her apartment. She couldn't wait to tell Sara what a wonderful man Mr. Leeman was. Hopefully she'd agree to let him in on their games tonight. 



Paying the Rent



You were my landlord – you bought the little gardener's house from the previous owner and we've never met. I was really behind in my rent. I was helping my brother get his feet back on the ground after some time in jail and all my money was foolishly going to him. I was already behind 2 months and soon to be 3 and I didn't know what to do. I got the eviction notice and I couldn't let my brother go out on the street – we needed to stay. I decided to go and appeal to you and see if there was any way we could stay – perhaps do some work for you.

I was nervous. Your home was a large and intimidating – it took 20 minutes to walk there and we're on the same property. I knock at the door and a man answered it – a tall man dressed well. 

I said, "Mr. Devonshire, I'm Renee LaFayette from the gardener's house..." 

He put up a hand to interrupt and said, "I'm not Mr. Devonshire. I'm Dobbes, the butler, and I take care of the house. I'll get the Master for you." 

I felt so small, intimidated, and extremely underdressed. I was wearing a little casual sundress with sandals. It had been so hot and I was flushed and a bit glistening from sweat. And now the nervousness was adding to it. Maybe this wasn't such a good idea. I could get a 2nd job.... 

"Stop fidgeting, you can break something." The voice filled the room – deep and smooth. 

I looked up and saw you – dark hair, mustache and the darkest eyes that pierced right through me. You looked me up and down slowly, deliberately so I would notice. I felt undressed. You owned the room as I think you own any room you walk in to. 

"Ms. LaFayette, I presume." You walked over to me and your size overpowered me. Your large hand reached out to shake mine and I clumsily shook it. I felt so small next to you. I nodded – for some reason unable to form words. My reaction to you was immediate, sexual, and took me by surprise. I was determined not to let you have that knowledge although I was always horrible at hiding my emotions. 

"Yes, call me Renee, please." 

"Very well. I imagine you're here about the eviction notice. When can you be out – I have tenants that can move in shortly." 

I was stunned. "Mr. Devonshire, I came to ask you for some time. I need to find some ways to get the cash to you. I will get another job. I need to stay. This house is walking distance to my brother's work and he has no car and he's on parole. I need to know he's okay. This place is perfect." 

"Perfect because it's been free to you. I don't run a charity, Renee. You owe 2 months back rent and my guess is that you don't have this month's either." I nodded in agreement with my head to the floor. "You owe me a lot of money." 

"Can I work it off? Do you need anything done with your business, although I don't know what you do, I'm a quick learner. I can clean, cook." 

Your face was pensive as if ideas were going on in your mind – ideas that I wondered if you would share. Again you looked at me all the way down. Your gaze made my skin flush, my breasts swell, my mouth swallow – so powerful it was. "As you can see I run an immaculate home. I have a butler, cook, and groundskeepers. I am working from here by myself most of the time. What could you possibly do that I would need?" 

I was at a loss and didn't know what to say. And then coming from deep inside me I said, "I can be yours for a night." I couldn't believe I offered such a thing, but desperation does funny things. 

"Mine?" you replied, "for 1 night? How much do you owe me after Tuesday's rent?" 

"$3,000," I replied. 

"Are you a professional call girl, Renee?" 

"Of course NOT!" I yelled. 

"So you've never gotten paid for sex? You're inexperienced?" 

"I've been with a couple of different men, Mr. Devonshire. I know my way around a bedroom. But no, I've never been paid for sex." 

You came over to me and kissed me. Not a tender, get to know you kiss, but an invasion. A message. An 'I'm-definitely-the-one-in-charge' kiss. I couldn't help but respond – not even thinking, just feeling the sensations washing over me. It ended as quickly as it started. 

"Dobbes," he yelled. Immediately the butler stood before you. "How much is an inexperience whore on 14th street run nowadays?" 

Without any judgment on his face, he replied "about $40 a trick, $100 a night." 

"Thank you, Dobbes, that will be all." The butler left. "At that rate, Renee, you owe me 30 days. One month and the debt is cleared. One month anything I ask you to do, you do with no question, no attitude. Is that what you're willing to do, Renee?" 

I was speechless. I knew you didn't expect me to take such a option. I was out of options. I was at a loss. I lifted my head proudly, and said, "I accept your offer, Mr. Devonshire." 

"Dobbes will be by to pick you up at 8:00 tonight with your bags, Renee. Although I will be getting you different clothing, I'm sure. This arrangement will work out nicely, I think.... Yes, quite nicely."

All day my independent nature was berating me for agreeing to such a bargain but at the same time the undeniable excitement was keeping my skin warm. I packed my bags and Dobbes was there at 8:00 as expected. He took my bags and escorted me to the car. I was very nervous. When we got to the main house Dobbes took my bags straight upstairs. I started to follow him but your hand on my shoulder stopped me. 

I wonder if I'll ever get used to the immediate heat his touch provides. 

"Where are you going, Renee?" he asked.

"Upstairs to my room to unpack," I replied looking in to his eyes. 

"Your room?" Then he laughed. A deep genuine laugh that resonates the room. "Renee, I get a month of unlimited YOU. You'll be staying in my room." 

He obviously saw the reaction in my eyes – fear, heat, sexual energy. He leaned in to my face, close enough to kiss, but don't. He whispers, "And I think that you want it just that way." Then the kiss. Thinking that after earlier today I would have been prepared for the onslaught of pure reaction, I realize that I was so wrong. With his kiss, he expressed the want, the heat, the pure control. I cannot help but respond – giving everything – mind and body contradicting – but body is winning. Anything to continue the waves of pleasure. He's so close to me and I feel his hard body against mine – his hard cock pressing against my thigh. 

He breaks the kiss and look in to my eyes that are unable to hide anything I feel. "Oh yes, you want it, too. Follow me." 

I follow to his beautiful home office and he shuts the French doors. Facing me now, he lets his eyes wonder down my body. 

"Remove your clothes, Renee." 

I was obviously going to try to refuse but he put his finger on my lips and tells me, "Your mine this month and you know it. Now remove your clothes." The sundress buttoned up the front and all I had underneath was a thong. I started unbuttoning it – fingers shaking. Feeling more and more exposed with each button, the dress now slipped off, leaving me in my pink satin thong and sandals. I see appreciation and heat in his eyes and he crooks his finger telling me to turn around. I do as beckoned. 

He walked closer to me and touches my thong with his finger, "Renee, tell me why your thong is wet right here." Swallowing hard, I look up – I can't speak. His finger is so lightly touching me and the satiny material against my pussy with his finger rightttttt there – my whole body focused on that one spot. 

"Tell me, Renee." I try to look away from his and his other hand puts it back so my eyes look down. 

"I like what you're doing to me. I can't help but respond. I don't want to." 

"Your reaction, Renee, shows me how much you do want this. Look at me so I can see you enjoy it." 

I look up and with that his fingers keep moving up and down and around that one spot. He knows that he's creating this build, that I have no control over it. He sees me as my body wins every battle against my wits and spasms. His other arm prevents me from falling. I blush in shame at my quick response. He obviously like what just happened because even his eyes changed and more lust appears there. 

"Undo my pants and take me in your hands," he commanded.

Appalled and aroused, I know arguing will do no good – plus I'm dying for it. But I freeze – I don't know why. 

"DO IT!" 

The harsh tone scares me but my lust just went in to another gear. I nervously undo his pants and reach in to his briefs and grasp him. He doesn't suppress the gasp and I feel him large and throbbing in my hand. Now it's my gasp I hear. My hand starts to stroke almost as if it had a mind of its own. I feel his power, his utter control. The drop of precum on the tip that I brush with the pad of my thumb. I'm staring in his eyes seeing them almost change color with need. 

"Suck it!" 

I look down at my hand covering him and feel his hand on my head pushing me down. 

"Suck it, Renee, NOW!" I kissed the head and then licked up the shaft. Kneeling now, his hard cock in my mouth, I know who and what I am. But his words reinforce, "Don't play with it, whore! SUCK it like the slut you are to me!" 

With that he moved it in my mouth and held my head to take him deeper. I start sucking, devouring him. His words have elevated my lust to new levels and that shocks me. I no longer cared – all I wanted was this – his cock in my mouth. I sucked it deep in my hot mouth. I squeezed his balls and then spiraled his cock with my hand as my mouth went up and down the shaft. I am feeling his need. That fine line between me sucking, and him fucking my face is now crossed and I feel the urgency, his hands in my hair pulling it back and forth. All the while hearing him tell me to finish it, to suck him, to be a little whore. Hearing all the words is causing my own build and I find myself starting to cum without any touching at all. His words, his hard, pulsing cock in my mouth, his power and control make me moan in his cock. The vibration starts him to pump my mouth with his cum – spilling down my lips a bit and I shatter in my own orgasm as well. He pulls me up and takes the little cum that dripped on my mouth on his finger and puts it in my mouth to suck and tells me, "It's going to be a very good month, Renee."



Paying the Rent



When I was studying at university I was lucky to find a one bedroom apartment not far from campus. I was working part time locally and my parents would help me financially if I ever really got stuck. 

Two friends of mine were envious of me as I had a place to chill out and they were stuck in a house with two other girls. Although it was a struggle sometimes with not much money after paying bills, I was still happy enough having my own space. I don't think I could have handled a house full of girls. 

My landlord was a lovely a guy even if he didn't look it. He was about 5"7, fat, balding but he looked clean and always wore a suit. He was always flirting with me despite being married. But in a funny way with me being only 18 years old, it was nice to tease this man in his 50's. 

The following week he came around to collect his rent money and I explained I was a little short and could I pay him double next week. He said it was no problem but jokingly said we could come to some sort or arrangement. I was a little shocked and came over all nervous. Sensing this he laughed waving his hand at me and said not to worry he would see me next week.

Later at my friend's house party I was telling her what happened and they started winding me up about how I pay my rent with sex. It did raise thoughts that he probably was serious until he seen my reaction. I would make sure that from now on I would pay my rent on time.

When I got home that night I was feeling rather horny, quickly undressing I jumped into bed and began to caress my breasts. As I felt my pussy getting wet I slid a hand down between my legs and began to slowly circle a finger around my clit. 

No matter how horny I feel I always take my time when I masturbate, I love the anticipation. Slowly teasing myself I began to picture my landlord and then my fantasy was born. 

I had finished work on Saturday afternoon and my landlord Mr Roberts had come to collect his rent. As I let him in I notice his ever wondering eyes as they roam my young body. I am wearing a black knee length skirt with black stockings and heels. My white bra is slightly visible through my thin white blouse. The top two buttons are undone and I notice he can't take his eyes from my cleavage.

"I am so sorry Mr Roberts, I know I said I would pay you double this week but I'm still a little short." I said innocently.

"Come on now Katie I'm not playing games. I have bills to pay to you know." He frowned. 

"I know and I'm really sorry to mess you around again, but my parents are going to send me some money next week and then I'll be up to date with my rent." I said.

"I am sorry to Katie, but do you know how many students are looking for a place like this? You knew the price of the rent and I need the money now." He demanded.

I fell back onto the sofa and began to sob with my head in my hands. Mr Roberts was soon approaching me. 

"Don't cry Katie, I am sure we can work something out?" He said with a smile.

I look up and see him smiling down at me, or rather down at my cleavage. 

"What do you mean? I can't pay you I don't have any money." I sobbed.

Mr Roberts then walked back and sat on the opposite sofa.

"You can pay in other ways Katie. You have things that are more valuable than money."

"You mean sex? I am not some prostitute you know."

"I'm sorry, please forgive my rudeness Katie. You're not a prostitute and I'm not a mug either. If you can't pay the rent then Ill have to find someone who can. I want you out in the morning."

"Please don't throw me out!" I shreiked.

"I don't have any other choice." He said.

He stood up straightening his jacket and tie before walking for the door. I felt I had no choice and did what I had to do.

"PLEASE! STOP!" I shouted after him.

"Yes Katie what is it?" He said turning around to face me.

"What do you want me to do?" I said accepting my fate.

"Good girl, I knew you would see sense." He said as he sat back down.

"Now stand in front of me Katie and slowly take off that blouse."

Looking into his eyes I began to undo the remaining four buttons of my blouse. With each button being undone I could feel my panties getting wet as I listened to his moans of approval.

"That's it Katie, now lose the blouse and take off your skirt." He said as he removed his jacket and tie.

I pulled the blouse open and let it fall to the floor as I watched him unzip his pants to free his rock hard cock. He had an average sized cock in length but it was fatter than anything I had ever seen. He began to stroke his cock as I reached for the side of my skirt and slowly inched it down. 

Once the zip was fully down I pushed down on the sides and let it fall to the floor. Stepping out of my skirt I was left standing in my heels, stockings, lace panties and bra.

"You have a gorgeous body Katie and I can't wait to enjoy it." He said.

I don't know why but there was something very erotic about stripping for this man who I didn't find the least bit attractive. The more I watched him stroke his cock the more I wanted to tease him.

I reached between my breasts and unhooked my bra. He moaned something under his breath as my bra fell from my body to reveal my 32C breasts. I could feel my breasts breaking out with tiny goose pimples as my nipples became hard. By this point my panties were soaked and I quickly hooked my thumbs into the sides and slid them down my legs.

"Come here Katie and pay your rent like a good little girl." He said grinning.

I walked over and stood between his legs. I could feel my juices seeping out of my pussy as he told me to kneel. Dropping to my knees he had already pulled his pants around his ankles and let go of his cock.

I took his cock in my hand and felt the heat from his member as his cock throbbed in my tiny hand. His cock was too fat to fit in my hand, but he still enjoyed the feeling as I began to slowly stroke him. 

He reached for my breasts and roughly squeezed them before I lowered my head into his lap. I took the tip into my mouth and proceeded to make him my third blowjob. I instantly tasted the salty pre-cum as I swirled my tongue around the head of his cock. 

"Fuck Katie. You are a good cock sucker." He groaned.

I removed my hand from his cock and then placed both hands on his thighs for support. Raising myself up slightly I began to bob my head up and down whilst trying to swallow as much of his cock as possible. I felt his hands on the back of my head as he pushed his cock deeper into my mouth. 

Taking the length of his cock wasn't a problem, but the width was spreading my lips to the hilt. I sensed he was about to shoot his load as his breathing got shorter and louder. But suddenly he pulled my head off his cock and told me to bend over the sofa.

As soon as I was bent over holding the sofa I felt his fat cock rubbing against my pussy lips. Even though I was soaking wet his fat cock still met resistance as my pussy had never taken anything so thick before.

"I haven't felt a pussy this tight in years; I think I'm going to enjoy this." He said to himself.

With his cock buried inside my pussy, he reached for my breasts and began to squeeze them hard again. I was quickly coming as I felt my pussy lips stretching around his cock. I couldn't help myself as I quickly reached for my clit and started to rub hard. 

"That's a good girl Katie. You see you're all the same you young sluts, can't get enough."

I could only concentrate on my impending pleasure. Rubbing faster and harder with each thrust I received. I was soon screaming from the top of my lungs.

Once my pleasure had passed I opened my eyes and felt light headed But I didn't have time to steady myself as he increased his thrusts and cried out he was about to cum. I felt his cock twitching inside my pussy as another orgasm raced through my body. 

When my breathing got back to normal I noticed he had pulled out and was now sitting on the sofa. Standing straight I could feel his cum leaking from my pussy. Looking down between my legs I could see big drops of cum dropping from my body and landing on the floor forming a pool of sticky mess. 

Laying in bed cupping my left breast and rubbing my pussy hard, my third real orgasm sends me into spasms forming my own pool of cum on the bed sheets. Satisfied and smiling to myself, I roll over and fall into a deep sleep. 

The following week Mr Roberts arrives to collect his rent. As he smiles looking me over I stall for a second before handing over his money.



Paying The Rent



I'd be lying to you if I said that the thought of getting into bed with my new roommate Georgia, hadn't crossed my mind once or twice since she moved in. I seemed to have a new roommate every month, but that's how it goes when you live in Los Angeles. People are always coming here to make it big. This city eats a lot of them up quickly and their gone before they even really get here. Myself, I've been lucky, I've been here for about five years; moved here a week after I graduated from high school and have actually gotten some work. This town is full of waiters and waitresses that claim to be actors, but I'm one of those waitresses that actually books jobs. I've done some extra work for shows like CSI and Bones, and even had a few lines as Hot Girl #2 on an episode of The Big Bang Theory.

I'm still waiting for my big break though and I take a roommate whenever possible just to help with rent. Like I said, there's no shortage of people to choose from in this town, all I have to do is tack-up an add at the local laundry mat and within 24 hours I'm getting calls from people looking to split the rent with me. My place is nothing special, but I've been here since I arrived in LA and its home to me.

I've had a few guys for roommates in my time here and it usually leads to me fucking them. You'd do it too if you were me, trust me. Some hot, sexy young guy comes here to make it big in the movie or music industry and they end up living with you, which to me is a recipe for sex.

Derrick was the first male roommate I ever fucked. It was my third year here and by then I'd had seven female roommates move in and move out. I promised my parents that I'd never live with a guy, but when Derrick showed up at my door with nothing but a duffel bag full of clothes and a guitar case, I quickly broke the promise I'd made to my parents. 

Derrick was a budding rockstar and he acted like it. He ended up in some half-ass rock band, but mostly he just went out and tried to be seen around town. One night I came home from a party, drunk off my ass and looking for some cock. Derrick was asleep on the couch and when I came in I woke him up. He asked how my night had gone, but I was so drunk and horny that I kept steering the conversation towards sex and eventually Derrick's rockhard cock was in my mouth. We'd screw around every so often after that night, until one day I came home from work and found a note that told me Derrick was getting worried about the way he was living his life, so he was moving back home and checking into rehab.

I've had five male roomies since Derrick, but I only had sex with two of them and only because I came home one night completely plastered, and I regretted it the next morning. 

Georgia was my latest roommate. She was a tall and gorgeous redhead.

"I moved here right after high school," I told her at the roommate interview.

"You must be doing something right if you're still here," she said.

Georgia had dropped out of her second year of nursing school and come to LA to chase her childhood dream of being a movie star. We would most likely be competing for the same parts considering we had the same look. We were both tall, with long hair and great bodies. We'd be up for parts like, Hot Girl #1 or Bikini Girl #5, stuff like that that took advantage of our best assets, but Georgia had a sweet down-home charm that made her more of a leading lady than me.

We booked a job as Bikini Girls together at her first audition. The part was minuscule enough, but it got Georgia's feet wet and got her her union card. Being an extra pays crap, but hanging around with hot guys all day is a pretty good perk as far as I'm concerned. We got paid to lounge around the pool that day and I snuck off to the washroom to have sex with a hot, shirtless guy who was also an extra.

I was watching TV in my bedroom one day when I heard Georgia talking to someone at the door. I knew who it was, which was why I didn't come out of my room to see what was going on.

"I don't know if we're gonna have it," Georgia told the visitor as I listened from my room.

I snuck a look out my window to see who was standing at the door and just as I had suspected, it was our landlord Ricky. Ricky owned the building, in fact he owned five buildings around town and we only ever saw him when the rent was past due. Ricky was about six-foot-five and gorgeous. He couldn't have been any more than thirty-five years old and he had tattoos all over his gorgeous, tanned body. Sometimes I'd hold out on giving the super our rent check just so Ricky would come and talk to me about the rent. I know he knew what I was up to, but I loved the way my pussy ached when I saw him, so I paid the rent late every few months.

Ricky would come to talk to you personally when the rent was past due and every time I wanted to invite him in so I could taste the big cock he must have, but I folded every time under the weight of his tanned muscles and shiny green eyes, and handed the rent check over without even trying to seduce him.

"I'll be back in three days to collect," Ricky told Georgia. "I'm afraid you'll have to move out if you don't have it then."

"What are we gonna do?" Georgia asked when Ricky was gone.

"Did you tell him we've got a job next week?" I asked her.

We both worked as waitresses part-time and tips had been slow the last few weeks, so we didn't have the rent that we owed. We had a modeling gig coming up next week, but wouldn't get paid until it was done.

"I told him," Georgia said. "But he said we had to have it in three days, or we had to go."

I didn't know what we were going to do. There was no way to come up with the money that we needed in time to pay our rent.

"I know a guy that's always looking for hot girls," Jenna, a girl I worked with at the restaurant told me.

"For modeling?" I asked.

"Not quite," she said.

"I'm not a hooker, Jenna," I said.

But I was desperate for money and even considered it for a moment or two. 

The day before the rent was due; Ricky came into the restaurant for lunch. He looked so good with his sunglasses and thick black hair. I hiked up my skirt a little more than usual, let my long blond hair down and went to wait on him

"Hey, Ricky," I said. "What'll it be?"

Ricky didn't look up from his menu. "Hey, Heather."

His eyes were locked on my legs; with my skirt pulled up, you could see the tip of my underwear and I shifted my legs so my skirt would ride up even more. The guys behind me must have gotten a good look and my firm, tight ass, but I didn't care, the way Ricky was staring at my pussy made it so wet that I didn't care who else was looking.

Georgia came over to the table. "Hey, Ricky. How's things."

She took my free hand in hers and Ricky looked up at us.

"Heather," Georgia said. "Your skirt is riding up."

I looked down at my crotch. "Oh my god," I said.

Ricky's gaze returned to my warm, moist pussy.

"Let me get that for you," Georgia said.

She slid a delicate hand down the front of my flat stomach, across my pussy and pulled my skirt down.

I didn't know what was going on at the moment, but I followed Georgia's lead because the feel of her finger grazing against my tanned thigh, made my nipples hard.

"Thanks, hon," I said to and kissed Georgia softly on the lips.

Ricky went back to studying the menu, like we weren't even there. No doubt he had girls do things like this to get his attention all the time, and the way he played it cool made me want him even more. 

Either Georgia or I seemed to be at his table constantly to check on him, but Ricky continued to play it cool.

"You need anything?" I'd ask when I stopped by to check on him.

I pushed my big, perky tits up as far as they would go, but Ricky never stared at them. Georgia did her best to seduce him also, bending over to pick up a dropped fork, using her best asset, her firm, tight ass as her weapon, but Ricky didn't take the bait.

"Don't forget that I'm coming by to collect tomorrow,' Ricky told us when he was about to leave the restaurant.

You could see the outline of his cock tucked against one of his legs in his tight jeans and I stared at it while he spoke.

"We'll have it," Georgia assured him.

I knew we weren't going to have it, but I didn't dare say it.

I still wasn't ready to prostitute myself to pay my rent, but Georgia and I did everything else to try and make our rent money through tips that day at work. I flirted like crazy with every guy I waited on. I know I'm hot and I used my looks more than usual that day. A lot of the guys I waited on were gross and I found myself thinking about Ricky when it was hard to be sexy while talking to a fat insurance salesman. I thought about Ricky's gorgeous prick in me from behind. He must have a big dick and I wanted to feel it in me.

"So what are you up to today?" I asked a short, bald guy in an ill-fitted suit.

He smiled at the attention he was getting from a young, hot girl and I smiled politely while he talked. I thought about riding Ricky until I came; about the feel of his hands all over my breasts. 

When we got home from work that day, both Georgia and I were in a funk.

"I guess I'll start packing," Georgia said.

I'd never actually been unable to pay the rent before and I felt hopeless. I picked up my cell phone to do something I hadn't done since moving here, call my parents to ask for money, and noticed that I had a new message.

"Hey, it's Ricky. I'm going to see a friend play at a club tonight, and I think you and Georgia should come along. Gimme a call if you interested. If not, I'll see you tomorrow." 

Like I said, we only ever saw Ricky if the rent was late, so getting a call to go out with him was something new to me.

"I'm trying to take a shift from a friend," Georgia told me when I informed her of the message. "I might be able to make another few hundred tonight if I don't wear a bra."

"Fuck it," I told her. "We're not gonna be able to come up with the rest of the money by tomorrow. Let's go have some fun and forget about it. We'll start looking for another place tomorrow."

Georgia hmmed and hawed for a bit. I'd given up on making the money by tomorrow, if Ricky was going to throw us out, the least he could do is take us out and show us a good time. Georgia was uncertain, but I managed to persuade her.

"You made it," Ricky said when we arrived at the club.

He was standing outside in line waiting for us, looking hot as ever in his ripped jeans and white muscle shirt. 

"How long a wait is it going to be?" Georgia asked.

She was still in a little bit of a bad mood, but I was ready to party.

"We don't wait in line," Ricky said.

He pulled us out of the line and we walked right past the doorman and into the club.

The hostess seated us in a back booth. Ricky slid in first and Georgia and I flanked him. 

"I love this place," Ricky leaned in and said in my ear because of the noise.

The tip of his nose tickled my neck and I got a good whiff of his cologne. My nipples tightened under my tube-top and a surge of pleasure pulsed in my clit.

"You look hot tonight," Ricky said. 

I turned to look at him and he was staring at my braless tits.

"What's her problem?" he asked.

Georgia was looking sour.

"Upset about the rent," I said.

"Let's worry about that tomorrow," he said. "Tonight is about fun."

Georgia offered a weak smile when she saw us looking at her.

Ricky ordered a bottle of vodka for the table and we'd downed most of it by the time the band took the stage. They played Cuban style music and Ricky took Georgia onto the dancefloor in the hopes of clearing the fog that surrounded her. 

Georgia didn't respond at first, but the music finally lightened her mood and I watched from the table as her and Ricky danced. Ricky moved like a bullfighter; smooth and controlled, and before long Georgia's smile smoldered with sex. I was getting turned-on watching them. Ricky's tanned muscles gleamed in the overhead light and his arms flexed every time her took a hold of Georgia and pulled her close. My pussy was aching as I watched Georgia grind her firm ass into Ricky's crotch. He pushed her head down and she bent over for him willingly. Georgia's soft red hair twirled recklessly as she spun around the dancefloor. Ricky pulled her tight and I saw him grip her left hand and move it down to his crotch. Georgia's hand went without a fight and Ricky's head went back when she found his hard-on. The crowd on the floor was thick and sweaty and I wanted to go join them, but my legs wouldn't work.

I watched them dance from the booth. The show they were putting on made my clit swell and I placed a finger on it to numb the pain I felt. I nearly came with the first touch and was glad when the waitress interrupted me.

"You guys good?" she asked over the throbbing music.

I took the firm finger from my clit and nodded to her.

I took a deep breath and looked back to the dancefloor. Georgia and Ricky were fused together, their bodies practically one. Ricky had a swatch of Georgia's dense red hair in his left hand and he looked at me as he kissed her neck. I was jealous of my roommate at that moment; I wanted Ricky's tongue on my neck, on my clit.

Again I moved to join them on the dancefloor but my legs continued to not cooperate. I watched in agony for two more songs as Ricky's hands explored every inch of Georgia's exposed skin, before disappearing up her skirt. Georgia's head snapped back when Ricky's finger found its destination and her entire body shuddered. Ricky stared across the dancefloor at me, while his arm moved up and down. Georgia was lost in the bliss and Ricky was the only thing keeping her up. I could hear the moans of her ecstasy over the noise and she wrapped her arms around Ricky's muscular torso and started to quiver. Ricky carried her back to the booth when her orgasm was done.

"I'll be right back," he said, placing Georgia in her seat.

Georgia was in her own world, lost in the ecstasy of her orgasm.

"What the hell was that?" I asked. "The entire bar just watched you cum."

"Who cares," she said. "He's got such a big dick."

I didn't want to hear anymore. I was already jealous that she'd been out there on the dancefloor with him; I didn't want to know anymore about Ricky's cock, unless I was finding out firsthand.

Ricky was back at the booth in no time.

"Whada you say we get out of here," he said. "Go back to my place for a drink."

"Uh-huh," Georgia said before I had a chance to respond.

We got into a limo that was waiting for us out front.

Ricky's phone rang as soon as the car pulled away from the curb and I spread my legs so he could see my red thong. Georgia was mixing a drink beside me.

"You want one?" she asked me.

"No thanks," I said.

I was staring right into Ricky's eyes and he motioned for me to spread my legs further apart.

"You sure?" Georgia said. "There's ice."

I felt the frozen touch of the ice on my shoulder. My body pulled away instinctively. Georgia pressed the cube against me again and it began to melt from the heat of my body. A trace of ice water ran down my chest and across the swell of my ample cleavage.

The next sensation I felt was Georgia's hand on my inner thigh. Her fingertips danced across my tanned skin and found their way to my dripping, hot box. She rubbed a firm finger across my bulging clit and Ricky hung-up his phone. Georgia teased my clit for a few moments and then sent a probing finger down the front of my underwear. I leaned back as far as I could and the tip of her finger found my tight, little hole.

"Ohhhh!!!" I moaned.

"Kiss her," I heard Ricky say.

I felt Georgia's hot breath on my face and her soft lips on mine a second later.

She kissed my softly, nibbling on my bottom lip before pulling away.

"Take your cock out," Georgia said.

My eyes were closed and I opened them up to see Ricky unzipping his fly. He pulled his huge dick out the zipper and started stroking it. Georgia's mouth found mine again and our tongues came together. We stared across the limo at Ricky as he worked his pole.

"We're here," Ricky said when the limo stopped.

He put his thick sword back in his pants and stepped out of the limo. I didn't want Georgia to stop what she was doing to my pussy, but I followed her out of the limo a second later. 

We walked through an opulent lobby on the way to the elevator. Georgia and I walked arm and arm as our heels click-clacked across the marble floor. Her skin felt like electric sex against mine and when the elevator door was closed, our mouth came together again. This time I wanted to feel her pussy and my hand found her dewy mound as she slid my tube-top down and licked my swollen nipples. 

The elevator came to a stop and we followed Ricky out and into his apartment.

"Make yourselves comfortable," Ricky said when we were inside.

His place was at least four times the size of our tiny apartment and Georgia and I found the large sage green couch in the middle of the living room.

"What are we doing?" Georgia asked me when Ricky was out of the room.

"I don't know," I confessed. 

"Do you want to just leave?" she asked.

"No."

I wanted to taste more of her; taste her pussy. 

Our eyes met and we came together again. Ricky no longer mattered in this equation, I wanted more of Georgia.

We kissed aggressively, our tongues darting in and out of each others mouths. I heard Ricky come back into the room and saw him take as seat across from us. He had a drink in his hand and nothing on but a pair of black, silk boxers.

"Don't forget about me, girls," he said with a smile.

"We'll get to you in a minute," Georgia said.

She stood up in front of me and looked down at me with her big, blue eyes. I pulled her miniskirt down her long, smooth legs and she stepped out of it. I kissed her firm, taut stomach and found my way down to her crotch. The heat from her pussy glared against my cheek as I licked her inner thigh.

"Lie down," I said, and pushed her down onto the huge couch.

I pulled my tube-top over my head and got down on my knees in front of her. Georgia flinched when my tepid breath found her inner thigh and she clamped her legs closed. I kissed her knee softly and she loosened up a bit. My fingertips ran across her soft skin and I parted her legs. A thin piece of silk was the only thing between her pussy and my tongue, and I licked the damp material. I'd never tasted a girl's pussy before and I loved the sweet nectar of this Georgia peach.

"Oh God, yes," Georgia moaned when I pulled her thong to the side and tongued her wet lips.

I spread her pussy lips with my fingers and licked her swollen clit.

"Ohhhh!!!" Georgia's cries echoed off the walls of the big room.

I lapped at her pussy and inserted a finger into her sopping, wet cunt. Georgia's hips bucked when I entered her and I forced her to the couch with a firm hand. I licked her slash greedily, enjoying the exotic juices I'd never sampled before. I ran my hand over Georgia's tight abs on the way up to her perky tits. Her nipples were drawn when I found them and I rubbed a delicate fingertip over one. Georgia's firm breasts fit just right in my palm and I enjoyed the smooth feel of her cleavage. If sex with a woman was this good, I might have to do it more often.

I looked up to see if Georgia was enjoying the moment as much as I was and saw her staring down at me.

"Lick my pussy," she ordered, and pushed my head back down to her glistening box.

I slid my tongue past her pussy lips and fucked her with it; tasting her insides.

I felt a hand behind me lift my skirt up. My cunt was soaking wet and the tip of Ricky's big, thick tool rubbed against the fabric of my underwear. He hooked a finger into the side of my panties and pulled them aside. He spanked my ass with his meaty cock and slid it in-between my legs. The girth of his shaft passed through my lips and over my clit. My entire body quivered with the feel of his cock and a moment later I felt the head of it being forced into my tight, little cum-slit.




Paying The Rent



Ricky's cock was fat and I tensed up when the first 7 inches were inside me. He buried the remaining inch and a half all the way in and my cunt relaxed. He pulled it out agonizingly slow, letting me feel every inch as he went, and I thrust another finger into Georgia's dripping fuckhole. 

Ricky took his whole dick out of me and put just the head back in. I grabbed a handful of my round tits with my free hand and squeezed. 

Ricky's hands were on my ass and he thrust his giant prick into me with force. He banged me hard with his colossal tool and I felt a monstrous orgasm inside of me crying to be let out as I licked Georgia's clit. Georgia grabbed a chunk of my flaxen hair and pulled my face tight to her pussy. I tongued it furiously and she began to cum.

"Oh fuck!!!" she bellowed.

Ricky picked up his pace and began fucking me with all his power. His big hammer punished my poor, little pussy.

"Fuck me," I implored him as the tidal wave of pleasure rolled over me.

I reached down between my legs and worked my clit while Ricky fucked me hard.

"I'm gonna cum," Ricky said.

He pulled his mighty cock out and shot cum all over my ass. The first feel of his hot, liquid love sent me over the moon and I began to come.

"Oh, fuck!!!" I cried out as the riptide of pleasure pulled me down.

I came harder than I'd ever cum before and collapsed into Georgia's arms on the couch in front of me.

"Does this mean we get to keep our apartment?" Georgia asked as I struggled to catch my breath.

Ricky just smiled.

    CR

   A Tease From

 Sex With Teachers: Kindergarten

I hated my parents for making me go to teaching college. All I ever wanted to be growing up was a princess in a magical kingdom; married to a handsome prince whose only passion in life was satisfying me orally and taking me shopping whenever I wanted. Sure, all that dressing up and going to balls at the royal palace sounded like fun, but my prince was going to be so handsome that we'd be too busy have sex to attend any of the stuffy functions that his old fuddy-duddy parents would insist we go to. I just know they're going to hate me for it, but I wanted to be my own special kind of princess, not just another drone that spends her days curtsying to foreign dignitaries and glad-handing the public. No, I wanted to spend my time shopping in Beverley Hills and seeing the world on my terms. Instead of having lunch and pictures taken with a visiting emissary from the Republic of Palau, I wanted to do brunch with Jimmy Chu and be hounded by the paparazzi while on vacation in St. Barts. I was going to be the first princess ever to star in her own butt-kicking action movie, and maybe an x-rated feature on the side. None of that tacky home video stuff though. The lighting is never flattering in those productions, and the starlets usually come-off looking like the average mortals that they really are.

All of this is of no consequence now though I guess because, although my parents supported my dreams of being a princess while I was young, it was after my first year of high school that they decided it was time to start pissing on my parade.

"You need to start thinking about your future, Holly," were my fathers words the first day of summer break after my grade nine year had ended.

What a bummer that was. Grade nine was a big year for me. The transition to high school brought with it a whole new crowd of people that I had never known before and a new set of friends. I felt more independent and my parents started giving me more freedom. Also, I was a late bloomer all around and it was right after Christmas that year that the piddly A's on my chest became a set of full-fledged C's. I'd been boy-crazy since grade five and now thanks to my perky, new tits, boys were finally starting to notice me. 

I remember the day my father first talked to me about planning for my future, because it was the day that I was supposed to go meet Bobby Green at the park late that night. I'd devised what at the time I believed to be a foolproof plan. I had told my parents that I was going to the movies with a couple of my girlfriends. A pretty sophisticated scheme don't you think? Really I was going to meet Bobby at my old elementary school. I'm sure Bobby wasn't aware of it that night, but I'd decided that that night was going to be the first time I put a cock in my mouth. Bobby and I had hooked-up a few times, but the furthest we'd ever gone was some heavy-petting and one time I'd rubbed his dick through his jeans. A couple of my friends had given hand-jobs and been fingered and I was interested to find out what it felt like to hold a hard dick in my hand, but the only opportunity I'd had was the night I rubbed Bobby's cock through his pants and he'd blown his load in his pants before I'd had the chance to get his cock out.

"I'm gonna be a princess when I grow up, Daddy. Don't worry," I'd told my father that fateful night.

"Holly," he snapped at me. "You need to forget about this fantasy you have. You will never be a princess. You need to start looking at your future practically."

I feel now, much as I did that day that my father was being a real asshole by yelling at me the day after school had ended. I was young and very recently freed from the oppressive chains of organized education. I wanted to have fun and enjoy my summer. I had big plans for the night that lay ahead; I didn't want to talk about something that was a lifetime away as far as a teenage girl is concerned. I had a date with Bobby that night and I had a million unanswered questions racing through my head. What was his dick going to taste like? Would I like giving head? Would Bobby like it? Would I be any good at it? I had more pressing matters to attend to that day; something that my father didn't seem to understand, thank God.

I must have done a good job conveying that I couldn't have given less of a shit about what my father wanted to talk about, because he grounded me for the rest of the summer when I made it painfully clear to him that I had no desire to bother with such things like his topic of conversation. A week later my father would lift my summer-long grounding thanks to the urging of my mother, but the damage had been done. Apparently a week was too long a period for Bobby Green to wait and I found out through a friend that he had hooked-up with some skanky future ninth-grader who had been more than willing to blow Bobby on their very first date. What a slut.

Needless to say, that episode with Bobby introduced me to a world of not wanting to trust boys much, if at all. I finally gave-in to my father in grade eleven and tossed aside my dreams of being a princess and settled for a future in teaching. There was never a fire in me to teach people, or be a babysitter, but it's what the guidance counselor at my school said I would be best at, so I started down the path towards a teaching degree. 

I hated it. While my girlfriends were out with their boyfriends, I was volunteering at the local library because my father said it would look good on my resume when I was done school. I'd be talking to a girlfriend on the phone and she'd tell me that she'd just got back from giving her boyfriend a blowjob in a crowded movie theatre. I heard tales of late-night sex on the hood of a car at the end of some dirt road. I wanted to be the girl bent over the hood of her sexy boyfriend's car, his throbbing cock driving in and out of my pussy, but I was at the library putting Everybody Poops back on the shelf and cutting up those little scraps of paper you find beside the computers. I wanted to be the girl who people listened to having sex in the bathroom at some house-party; instead I was visiting lonely seniors at a nursing home on weekends to further pad my credentials as a good human being.

I don't mind telling you that I did my fair share of masturbating during those days. My girlfriends mostly had hot boyfriends and I thought about them while caressing my swollen clit in bed alone. I felt the occasional pang of guilt for doing this because they were my girlfriends, but they were the ones having the hot, sweaty sex that I could only dream about, so I eventually became okay with it.

College wasn't much better. Father insisted that I take some other general interest courses just in case teaching didn't pan-out and I needed to get another degree. I was getting desperate to have a sexual relationship by the time I got to college. Sure, I'd had a few dalliances with guys near the end of my high school career, but giving three blowjobs and having quick and unsatisfying sex twice hardly constituted a good sexual history.

There were no shortage of hot guys in my teaching classes, but in the extra classes I took, the pickings were slim. I found one halfway decent guy in my Spanish history class and we had sex in his room one night while his roommate slept in the bed beside us. The sex was okay, but he kept trying to talk me into letting him fuck me in the ass and I just wasn't into it.

College all around was a disappointment when it came to acquiring carnal knowledge of the opposite sex and I wasn't looking forward to striking out into the work force after I'd graduated and was qualified to become a teacher. There weren't an overabundance of teaching positions available, trust me, I looked. There was an opening for a kindergarten teacher, but since I wasn't a grandmother yet, I passed it up. I settled for a job as an assistant in the library department that a catholic elementary school had to fill quickly when the previous assistant had been killed in a car crash. It looks like my father had been right about volunteering at the library in high school. Sure, the volunteering got me the job later on, but it also helped create the sexually-frustrated, young woman I had become. 

Stacking books and shushing fourth graders all day is just about as unglamorous as one may expect. The girls that I'd kept in touch with after high school weren't faring that well either. A couple of them had popped out kids shortly after high school and were stay at home moms. One had gone to Milan to pursue a fashion career that I knew she would fail miserably at and I found myself feeling jealous of her for chasing her dream despite the fact that everyone knew she'd be returning a qualified failure a year later. I heard a tale about a girl I had somewhat known in high school who had entered the porn industry and was doing quite well. I found her online and e-mailed her. We exchanged e-mails for a little while. Mostly it was me lying and trying to convince her that working in a library at a catholic elementary school was actually not that boring. She told me about the hot guys and girls she got to have sex with everyday, the fabulous parties she went to every night and the mountains of money she was making. I thought about quitting the library job and going to visit her in California. I'd go live with her and get into the industry myself. I was anything but ugly and I thought I'd do great on-screen, but this only made me more aware of my lack of experience with guys, hot or not. 

What was I going to do when the director yells action and there was a ten inch cock in my face? I could count the number of blowjobs I'd given without taking off my socks and I'd never been on top of a guy while having sex. I all around was suffering from a lack of sexual history and it felt rotten. I tabled the idea to go be a pornstar in California and started buying my new friends videos so I could live vicariously through her. Her videos were top quality, not like some of the other stuff I'd seen on the internet. Her stories had dialogue, plot and a vast selection of thick cocks. Seeing all the big, beautiful dongs in the video made me long to be fucked by something so glorious. My experience with men was limited, as I've stated and I'd never experienced a dick the likes of which I saw in my friend's videos, or even a guy that knew anything about pleasing me. I watched a new video almost every night in bed and I loved it. I was becoming more comfortable with my body and even left my curtains open a few times so the nerdy guy who lived in the apartment across from me would get a show. 

I felt like a teenage boy, sex was on my mind all the time. I couldn't stop thinking about it and I started imaging what a guys cock looked like under his pants while I talked to him. I started going to bars on the weekend, but after a few drunken hook-ups I decided that bar-sex wasn't the way to go about getting satisfaction. Anyone could go out to a bar, get drunk and go home and fuck some random stranger. I needed something naughtier. I needed a sexual project. 

The idea came to me when I picked up my pornstar friend's newest movie. It was called, Fucking the Alphabet. The movie revolved around a group of guys that were on a mission to have sex with a girl for each letter of the alphabet. I'll admit that the movie itself was weak and they only had sex with fifteen different girls or so; sometimes two or three at a time, but the idea was intriguing to me. I thought about doing the same thing, but wasn't ready to commit to being that much of a whore right out of the gates. I needed a more reasonable number; the alphabet was just too much. I thought about the days of the month, but didn't think my tiny little pussy could stand-up to being pounded every day of the month despite how wet the idea made me. 

It wasn't until the first time the kindergarteners came into the library that school year that I decided how I was going to go about acquiring the sexual experience I had been lacking.

Jim Monroe was a kindergarten teacher at my new school and anything but a grandmother.

    CR



Paying the Rent Ch. 02



Jen blinked twice to clear her eyes. 11:59. Why the steady pounding? She drank quite a bit last night, but something didn’t seem quite right. Her head didn’t really hurt that much; where was the noise coming from? Slowly coming out of a sleep induced stupor, Jen realized the pounding wasn’t coming from inside her after all, and she bolted to the door, hastily tying on her robe.

“Morning, sunshine!!! Still morning, we can still have breakfast. Come on, let’s go!” Sarah beamed across the threshold at her neighbor, then as if just noticing Jen‘s state of undress, “Hmm. Let’s get you dressed first.”

Sarah pushed her way into the apartment and straight into Jennifer’s room for the second time in as many days. Rummaging through Jen’s clothes, she came up with a pair of jeans and a plain white babydoll t-shirt. 

“Hurry up, I need some coffee!” Sarah jokingly whined.

Jennifer jumped into the clothes Sarah had set out and quickly brushed her hair, pulling it into a ponytail. Her favorite way to wear her hair, it was low maintenance and hid the fact that she hadn’t taken a shower yet that morning. Ignoring Sarah’s pleas for coffee, Jen took three minutes in the bathroom to freshen up before joining the way too chipper Sarah headed out the door.

“Where are we going, anyways?” Jen asked.

“Dot’s, right down the street,” came the reply. 

Even as they exited the building, Jen could see the café sign just two doors down. She had noticed the place when she applied for the apartment but hadn’t been in yet. The short walk was worth it; walking through the doors, Jennifer and Sarah were bombarded with scents of freshly baked bread and cooking bacon. The two noticed a table full of the women Jen had met the previous evening. They all greeted her warmly and invited Jen and Sarah to sit at their table. Making an order for coffee and breakfast, Jen and Sarah settled into the conversation, learning of plans for a party that night at a girl named Amy’s. Amy, a short, green eyed brunette, loudly lamented the choice of her apartment to anyone within earshot.

“It’s ALWAYS my place, why do I have to be the one to clean?” she whined with a wink to Stacy.

“Maybe it’s because your place is the only one that needs cleaning!” Stacy shot back, laughing.

“I’ve seen your apartment, Stacy. Maybe you girls should bug her,” Ben said, walking through the door. 

Jen blushed, remembering her actions of last night and praying she could act casual. It wasn’t every day she slept with someone she had known less than 48 hours. The thought made her a little nervous, but Ben seemed to think nothing of it. He had seated himself and was laughing and joking with everyone sitting at the table.

“Jen?”

“Huh? What? I’m sorry, I don’t think I’m quite awake yet,” she stammered.

“That’s okay, we were just wondering if you were coming tonight,” Sarah repeated. “It’s a lot of fun, almost like a block party for the complex. It’ll be the perfect opportunity to meet everyone else that lives here. Come ON, you’ll have a lot of fun,” she coaxed, noticing the tiniest look of panic flying across Jen’s face. She had seen that look before and was determined to get Jen into the party spirit.

“Okay, okay, I’ll make an appearance. What should I bring?” Jen groaned loudly, smiling in spite of herself. She really hadn’t intended to go, but Sarah had a point - it was a great chance to meet new people.

After breakfast, the group walked back to the apartment, poking fun and joking good naturedly with each other. Jen couldn’t help but become part of the fun, and soon found herself having a better time with these people than she could ever remember having had since before high school. Nobody cared about her past here, they all seemed so nonjudgmental. Jen shook her head, amazed again at her good luck. Who would have guessed she’d find such a great bunch of people and such a great apartment in one place?


After all the tenants dispersed toward their own apartments, Jen asked Sarah where she could find a laundromat where she could wash Sarah’s skirt before returning it. 

Laughing, Sarah replied, “I have a washer and dryer in my apartment; it’s one of the perks of living at the end of the hall. I let everyone in this wing use them whenever they want. Ben knows and will let you in if you ever need them and I’m not home. Anyways, why pay if you can get it for free?” With that, Sarah opened her door and disappeared into her own apartment, neglecting to shut the door behind her.

Jen smiled, wondering if that she was imagining the amusement in Sarah’s voice. Deciding she must have been, she entered her apartment and gathered the few clothes she had managed to dirty since her arrival here and piled them into the basket she had noticed in the hall closet. Still pondering what Sarah had said, she shuffled next door into Sarah’s place. Immediately she understood Sarah’s comment about the perks of living at the end of the hall; the place was enormous! She easily had twice the living space as Jen, whose apartment wasn’t small in any way. Jen was still staring, turning around to see all the space, when Sarah walked around the corner that apparently led to the bedroom. 

“Got everything? Great, the laundry room is right over here,” Sarah said, leading Jen down a short hallway perpendicular to the one she had just exited. “On your left is the guest bath, on your right is the laundry room. You can hang out here, too, if you’d like. I was going to go through some of my old clothes and grab anything that’d fit you. I save things like that to give to the new people instead of the Salvation Army. At least this way I know it’s being put to good use and not gathering dust in some warehouse.”

Shocked, Jen stammered her thanks and retreated to the laundry room to start a load. This place never ceased to amaze her. Between the great price she was paying, an apartment nicer than she had expected to be able to afford, and all the people so willing to accept her, Jen found herself wondering what could be next. There had to be a catch, she knew, but what? 

In the living room a few minutes later, Jen’s worries were at the back of her mind as she sat surrounded by a pile of clothes that was steadily growing larger. It seemed that Sarah loved clothes. And giving them away. 

“Honestly, I’d rather get rid of a lot of this. It just gives me an excuse to go shopping and buy more!” Sarah admitted, giggling. 

Another five outfits came flying into the pile, with Sarah following and declaring she was finished. Jen laughed at Sarah’s version of being ‘finished’; it looked like half her closet was now gracing the living room floor. Sarah sat on a footstool and began sorting clothes into tops, bottoms, and outfits. Then she ordered Jen to stand up and hold things up so she could, in her infinite wisdom, decide if the clothes fit the girl. 

Jen wasn’t entirely surprised an hour and a half later when Sarah declared the final outfit a success. Every single item of clothing had been placed in the ‘keep’ pile without Jen deciding on even one of them. Sarah’s exuberant personality had convinced Jen at the start that this was the sort of person she needed to be around to help her start over, and without being told, Sarah had enthusiastically taken the position.

Lugging both the clean laundry and the new clothes into Jen’s apartment, the two girls laughed and talked like old friends. Together, they put it away and organized Jen’s closet, then collapsed on the couch. 

“So what was it like?” Sarah asked, out of the blue.

“What was what like?” Jen replied, afraid she knew exactly what Sarah was talking about.

“Come on, Jen, we share a wall for Pete’s sake. And I’m used to staying up later than you. Do you think I heard nothing last night after you went to bed?”

Blushing, Jen realized Sarah was right. “Well, I guess it was pretty good. I’ve never … I mean, I’m not … hell, I don’t know. Why?”

“Because WE all think Ben is one of the best fucks in town,” Sarah said, matter-of-factly. “He got to all of us within a week of our moving in. It’s not like he’s trying to do it just to score, it just happens. He radiates some weird pheromone that drives women wild without them even knowing it. Don’t worry,” she added, noticing Jen’s crestfallen face, “None of think worse of you for it. Remember, we all did it too, so we can’t really judge you, can we?”

Jen shrugged, at a loss for words. She hadn’t thought that she might just be another conquest of Ben’s. At the same time, she didn’t expect to be special either, she reminded herself. Everything was happening so fast, she didn’t know which way to turn, really.

Leaning in conspiratorially, Sarah whispered to Jen, “Look -- it’s really hard to hide anything from anyone in this complex. We all know what everyone else does, so it’s no big deal that you and Ben slept together. In fact, most of us have slept with each other at some point or another, so it’s not like sleeping with Ben is any different from that aside from the feeling of real cock. Ever notice that all the renters are female? And good looking? Yeah, they do that for a reason. You’re here because you’re hot, and they like to have hot around this place. Take it as a compliment, don’t worry so much!”

Jen looked so shocked, Sarah had to laugh, nearly falling off the couch. Such an innocent, she thought to herself. They did better this time. Still, I’ll have to break her in a little before long -- no better time than the present, I guess. “Why don’t you try on some of those clothes? We can figure out something for you to wear to the party tonight… it’ll make you feel better.”

Jen couldn’t disagree with Sarah. Even with the realization that there was a lot going on under the surface of this apartment complex, Jen had to admit that she still liked the people and wanted to stay. Sarah followed her into the bedroom and seated herself on the bed like the day before. Jen stripped and proceeded to model various outfits for Sarah’s approval. Trying on a lightweight silver cocktail dress, she presented her back for Sarah to zip her up. The material slid across her breasts every time she moved, causing her nipples to harden slightly. Noticing, Sarah told Jen that this was the perfect dress for tonight. Jen nodded in agreement and, after Sarah undid the zipper, pulled off the dress. Sarah helped lift it over her head and surprised Jen by brushing her hands against her breasts so slightly she didn’t know whether to believe it was an accident or not. The touch caused her nipples to harden again, involuntarily. Jen blushed and hurriedly reached for another outfit.

“Nah, I think that’s good for now. I need to get back and start getting ready. I know I’m high maintenance sometimes, but it’s good that I can plan for it!” Sarah smirked, heading towards the door. 

Jen realized that she should get ready as well, not knowing how long it would take her to prepare by herself. She decided a long bath was in order, pulling out a bottle of bubbles from the bathroom cabinet. She started the water and walked, still naked, to the bedroom to pick out shoes and makeup. Satisfied, Jen returned to the almost full bathtub, turned off the tap, and gingerly settled in to the steaming water. Relaxing, she let her mind wander. She wondered what Jeremy, her soon-to-be ex husband, would think of her now. He had complained that she wasn’t exciting enough, but never let her try to change. Well, here was her chance. She would discover her own identity after all this time. At that moment, Jen resolved to be wilder, crazier, and have more fun than ever before, no matter what.

After her bath, Jen did her best to replicate Sarah’s masterpiece of makeup from the night before. After starting over three times, she was satisfied with the result and turned her attention to getting dressed. Glaring at the clothes she had set out for herself before her bath, she remembered her new resolution. Jen returned her bra to the drawer it came from. The panties were tossed into the back corner of her closet, along with every other pair from the dresser. Jen traded her conservative black dress shoes for a pair of white high heeled sandals from Sarah. Putting on the cocktail dress and zipping it up as far as she could herself, she stepped into the sandals and walked next door to ask Sarah to finish zipping her up.

When Sarah answered her door, Jen was astonished to see her in a crop-top halter and daisy dukes. She suddenly felt overdressed for the occasion, and was about to go change until Sarah cut her off.

“Don’t worry, I never get dressed up for these parties, and everyone wears whatever they look best in. The sandals make you look informal anyways -- I like them a lot better than your clunky interview shoes,” Sarah said in reference to the first time they had met after Jen’s first day of job hunting.

“Well, if you’re sure…”

“I’m sure. Now turn around and I’ll zip you up, is that what you needed?” grinned Sarah.

At Amy’s, Jen found Sarah’s earlier comment about the complex being full of beautiful women to be entirely correct. In many ways, Jen felt privileged to be considered on par with many of the gorgeous creatures she met. Sarah introduced her to everyone she hadn’t met and walked off, returning a moment later with drinks. They mingled a little and Jen tried her hardest to remember everyone’s names. At any given time, there were eight to ten women in the apartment. Sarah explained that these parties were marathon events, so people came and went as they pleased.

Only four men were at the party, Ben being one of them. Mentioning this to Sarah, Jen was told the whole complex was picky about the guys they invited to parties. Jen smiled, noting the irony. Everywhere in the apartment, people oozed sensuality. To the experienced eye, people were flirting left and right, but to Jen all of this was simply fascinating. She had never watched a scene like this in her life. As the night unfolded, she became more aware of why people interacted they way they did, and took mental notes on the art of seduction from everyone there, especially Sarah. She noticed that Sarah disappeared at regular intervals, returning later on looking flushed and happy. Jen, impressed, decided to pay closer attention to her new friend and how she worked.

Sarah loved these parties. Tonight, however, she was intent to show Jen all the benefits of living here, and concentrated on getting everyone she could in a private (or not so private) place where they could… talk.

During one of Sarah’s disappearances, Jen was out on the patio sipping her drink and enjoying a light breeze when she felt two hands slide around her and cup her breasts. Mildly surprised but having been thinking about her ‘wild’ decision, she leaned backwards into the person who had approached. The hands dropped to her waist and pulled. When she sighed and arched her back, Ben groaned, grateful for her response.

“I want to fuck you right here, right now,” he whispered in her ear.

She paused, afraid of being caught. Her mind reeled as she struggled inwardly. Taking a deep breath and chiding herself for being a prude, she began to turn around.

“Don’t turn around, just lift your dress and take off your panties,” Ben told her.

Grinning at herself for being ‘so naughty’, Jennifer slid her new dress up over her hips, letting it dangle a little in front in a futile attempt to hide from passersby what was happening. She needn’t have bothered, as there wasn’t a soul in sight outside. Ben’s grunt of approval at her lack of panties served to boost her confidence even more.

Jen sighed as she felt Ben’s hand between her legs, spreading her lips and delving into her cleft ever so slightly. Unknowingly, she had been getting wetter and wetter as the party went on, watching all the people play at turning each other on. She was surprised when Ben’s fingers found her completely ready for him without needing any coaxing. 

The sound of Ben’s zipper lowering pierced Jen’s consciousness, making her aware that all other sound had been blocked from her mind. She held her breath in anticipation, waiting for him to enter her, arching her back to give him better access, gripping the patio fence, stifling a moan. It felt like eternity before he finally thrust into her in one motion, filling her. Ben savored the feeling for a moment before pulling back, enjoying how hot her pussy felt around his cock. She was the tightest woman he had ever been with, almost virgin like. If he hadn’t known she was married before, he would have assumed she was a virgin last night. Reaching around to her clit with his right hand, he rolled it between his thumb and forefinger gently as he began to pump, slowly at first to assure himself he wasn’t hurting her, then harder as he determined her moans were from pleasure, not pain. His fingers began massaging her clit in time with his thrusts, enticing deep throated grunts from Jennifer. Every nerve in her body was tingling with desire as she felt her orgasm building faster than it ever had before. Ben’s left hand rested in the small of her back, steadying her and himself as he pumped harder with each thrust. As Ben slammed his cock into Jen as hard as he could, his climax imminent, she reached between her own legs. With one hand, she replaced Ben’s hand at her clit, fingering it in time with Ben’s now frenzied thrusts. With the other, she reached farther back and held her fingers at her pussy, pressing against the underside of Ben’s penis as it pushed in and out of her. The feeling of her hand and pussy on his cock was too much for Ben, sending him over the edge into an earth shattering climax. His mouth opened in a soundless scream and he thrust one final time, feeling his cock empty into her pussy in wild, erratic spurts. She felt his cock jerking inside her and found herself bucking her hips against him to complete her satisfaction, closing her eyes and seeing great bursts of light behind her eyelids, as if fireworks were being shot from her pussy. Her hands reached back and caressed his balls quickly before she stood up, pulled her dress back down, and noticed that her drink had spilled on the ground. Winking at Ben, she smiled and rejoined the party, refilling her drink.

Sarah had watched the whole encounter on one of the many screens in the “security” room. Smiling to herself, she decided it was time to show Jen exactly what kind of place she was living in. The girl was in for a surprise…

To be continued ;)



Paying the Rent Ch. 03



Author's Note: I will continue this series as long as readers would like. The more votes and feedback, the more likely I am to keep writing. As soon as one submission is approved, I submit the next chapter. Constructive and/or adoring feedback is welcome. :)

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The party was still in full swing as Jennifer refilled her spilled drink and decided to attempt mingling. After observing most of the evening, she finally felt bold enough to approach strangers without an introduction. As she approached a short redhead, however, Jen was intercepted by Sarah.

"I need to show you something. But before I can take you there, I need you to make me a couple promises. You have to swear never to talk about it except in private to me or Ben, and you have to promise you'll try to stay calm."

Jen's only reaction was furrowed eyebrows and a suspicious "o…kay". Before she could ask anything further, Sarah had grabbed her hand and was leading her out the door and down the hall, back towards their apartments. Expecting Sarah to return there, Jen was surprised when they made an abrupt halt at a door marked "SECURITY" in bold black letters. Pulling out a key on a chain from around her neck, Sarah unlocked the door and beckoned Jennifer to follow her inside.

"Okay. Now please, this will surprise you but try not to be angry. Remember, it's a compliment to be among our number, and we really like you. Just… ah, hell, I'll just get it over with. In here," Sarah motioned, closing the main door behind them and leading Jen through a regular looking apartment aside from the blacked windows.

Jen gasped as she entered the living room. Instead of art, books, or furniture, the room was filled with small wall mounted televisions and three computers on a long table, set in the center of the room for maximum viewing capability. Each television was marked with a number and was focused on one spot. As Jen looked closer, she noticed her bedroom was a focus, as was her living room, kitchen, bathroom, patio, and entryway. Glancing at Sarah for confirmation, she noticed that Sarah was watching one television intently, breathing slightly faster and looking a little flushed. Following her gaze, Jen recognized the hostess of the party, Amy, and one of the guests, Dave. They were on the patio that Jennifer and Ben had so recently occupied, Amy sitting on a chair with her mouth wrapped around Dave's cock. Even without sound, the girls knew Dave was groaning his pleasure, moments from an orgasm. Jen watched, unable to turn away, as Amy swallowed the full length of Dave's cock, throwing Dave into a jerking climax. His hands became entwined in her hair and pulled, as if he could penetrate her throat even deeper. Amy didn't resist, letting Dave's ejaculate rain down her throat. Within the span of a minute, Dave relaxed, zipped up his pants, and meandered back to the party. Amy swallowed twice, dabbed the corners of her mouth with a napkin, and pulled a tube of lipstick from a small purse next to her chair. Reapplying it without a mirror, as if she had done it hundreds of times before, she looked slightly to her left in the direction of the camera, winked, and stood up to rejoin the party. 

Jen couldn't believe her eyes. She and Ben had just… on that very patio… was it on…? Almost panicked, Jen jumped as Sarah laid her hand on Jen's shoulder. 

"Relax. I'll explain all of this if you'll just sit down," she said quietly, leading Jen to one of the chairs in front of a computer and taking one next to it. "I'm sure you've been wondering how you lucked out with such a great apartment for so cheap. Even in the back of your head, you knew there would have to be a catch, you just didn't have any idea what it could be, right?" As Jen nodded, Sarah went on. "Hobbs and Jenkins, the owners of this apartment complex and a few others, run an internet webcam service. Your rent is so cheap because people pay to see these webcams. Everything you do is undoubtedly watched by someone unless you're in this room, which by law can't have a camera in it. Or something like that.

"Look, I know it's kind of a shock, especially so soon after you've moved in, but Ben and I decided that you were so nice, we couldn't leave this for long. We know you're going through a rough time right now, and we don't want to cause you any extra stress. So we got permission to tell you after only a few days. Normally, each girl is brought in here after her first month and given the option to stay or leave. As you can see, we generally have quite a few who stay, but plenty leave too. If you make the decision to leave, we will honor that and cancel your lease with no repercussions. You can even stay here until you find someplace else. However, if you decide to stay, you agree to honor the private nature of this business and not bring it up unless absolutely necessary, and only then with Ben or myself as I mentioned before.

"Now, with the legal crap out of the way, here's the real deal," Sarah went on excitedly. "Your rent is actually half the specified price. We will leave the higher one on your contract for legal purposes, and to help you out with your divorce." With a grin, Sarah continued, "Every fourth month is still free, with a bonus free month when we're doing really well with sales. This isn't to try to get you guys to have more sex, but it's generally a thank you for it. You will get paid a stipend for taking part, since we like keeping you around here as much as possible. Every time zone watches, so we like to keep the customers happy. You won't be hurting for money, I can tell you that. Every once in a while, we'll ask you to take a turn at monitoring these screens, because they really are for security too. If anyone is in danger or gets into a situation they can't handle, someone will step in. We ask that if you're planning something kinky, let us know beforehand so we don't go charging in on you. And whatever you do, don't give anybody your key unless they live here!!! Oh yeah, are you gonna stay?" Sarah added hopefully.

Jen didn't respond at once, her mind reeling over all she had just learned. In the span of just a few days, she had moved into a great apartment, had great sex, made great friends, and had a great time out with 'the girls'. It felt like a setup but she couldn't deny that she had felt there was a catch. Even now, knowing the catch, Jen still couldn't bring herself to leave. Something had clicked in her since she moved in, and although she wouldn't admit it, the thought that people would pay to look at her… watch her… kind of turned her on.

"I'll stay," Jen said, her voice heavy. "I don't have anywhere else, anyways."

"Oh, Jen, that's GREAT!" Sarah jumped up, pulling Jen with her, and planted a huge kiss right on Jen's lips. "Wait till I tell everyone, they just LOVE you, it'll be so much fun! Hey, you alright?"

"Yeah, I'm fine, just give me a minute." Jen stammered, shaking from head to toe. Looking at Sarah, she realized the quivering was a result more from the kiss than the shock of discovering what her apartment complex really was. "This is all so… new… I just don't know what to think," she said, collapsing back into the chair.

Sarah smiled at Jen, excited about her decision to stay and the fact that Jen hadn't totally rejected her kiss. She wanted to be the first one besides Ben to have Jennifer. It wasn't often Sarah met someone who was so unspoiled, especially in this apartment complex. To have her stay was even better. If she was careful, Sarah thought, she might even be able to have Jen tonight. The challenge was irresistible. Sarah decided to press her luck and leaned in to Jen.

"You know, it's totally unnecessary to think right now. Just feel, remember how determined you were earlier tonight to change your life. Anything can happen, you just have to be open to it," Sarah whispered into Jen's ear as she rose, beckoning to Jen. 

Dazed, Jen rose to her feet and followed Sarah back out into the hall and towards the party. Sarah bounced through the door to Amy's apartment and called for everyone's attention over the music.

"Hey everybody!!! Jennifer has decided to stay!!!"

Jennifer never expected the applause that erupted throughout the party. Everyone was clapping and grinning at her, with such infectiousness that Jen found herself grinning back and even making flirtatious eye contact with some of the partygoers. Something about the knowledge of being watched had a stimulating effect on her, and Jen was encouraged by the reaction to Sarah's announcement.

Sarah smiled at Ben through the crowd, and he smiled back, excited nearly as much as Sarah. Jennifer was better than a lot of the girls he had slept with, and learned faster. Must be because she's a clean slate, he reasoned. We'll have a lot of fun.

After the commotion calmed down a bit, Sarah reconnected with Jen. "How are you doing?" she asked, placing her hand on Jen's waist.

"You know, I'm not nearly as freaked out as I thought I would be just a few minutes ago. It's kinda weird, and I'm not sure what to think, but everyone seems so happy I decided to stay, I don't know if I'd be able to say no. You were right though, I did want to change my life, and so much has happened since I got here, I don't think I could go back. You guys were so willing to accept me, it just doesn't seem right to have to start all over," Jen told Sarah. She felt the hand on her waist and realized that she wanted it there. 

Jennifer felt detached from her body, pondering everything that had happened in the past several hours. She remembered her fascination with Sarah's experimentation and wasn't completely surprised to find herself thinking that it might be fun to try new and different things with someone who was obviously experienced. She was still lost in her own thoughts when she realized that she was halfway down the hall to her apartment, Sarah right next to her. 

"Are you okay? I wasn't sure if you were all there for a second. Ben asked me to walk you down here, since you seemed a little overwhelmed," Sarah giggled. Ben had suggested Sarah walk Jen home for more than one reason. She smirked when Jennifer seemed to snap out of her reverie, disoriented for a moment. "Key, please?"

As Jen handed Sarah her key, she noticed Sarah was standing much closer than before. It didn't bother her. Something must have snapped, she reasoned, for her to be acting so much differently than before. Somewhere between Jeremy kicking her out and now, such a change had taken place that it was now impossible to even imagine going back to her old life. Still musing, Jen followed Sarah as she walked into Jen's apartment, sitting on the couch and kicking off her shoes.

"Look, Jen, I mean it. Are you okay? Something is… well, you've been acting a little strange ever since I told you about the apartment. Are you sure you really want to be here?" Sarah asked worriedly.

"I want to be here, Sarah. You guys have been so nice to me and I don't know if I could go back to how life was before anyways. I guess I'm just still trying to come to terms with it, and I just don't know how.

When I got here, you and Ben were the first people in my life to simply accept me as I am, with no hesitations, no judgments about my past. I didn't think anyone else would be so welcoming, and so I found myself really liking it here. Everyone has been so great, and I honestly think it's better for me here," Jen sighed.

While Jen was talking, Sarah had scooted closer on the couch, putting a reassuring arm around Jen's shoulders. She stroked Jen's back as she spoke, remembering her own reaction to the awareness of her surroundings. Sarah had been frightened and shocked, but instead of letting her wallow in her fear, Ben had encouraged her to 'dive right in' to the spirit. It had really helped her relax, and she was determined to do the same for Jen.

"I'm glad you really like us, Jen, but it's important for you to feel okay with being here too. We all had to start somewhere when we moved in. You got the shock a little early, so you're probably a little more dazed than most of us were. Remember, I was new here once too, and if Ben hadn't been here to smooth the transition, I don't know what I would have done. You're going to need some help relaxing if you want to 'come to terms' with living here, as you put it."

With that, Sarah lightly caressed Jen's jaw line with her left hand, still stroking her back with the other. She leaned in and traced a path from behind Jen's ear to the spot at the base of her throat, the gap in her collarbone. Pursing her lips and blowing slightly, she retraced the path, delighting in the tiny goose bumps that sprang to life.

Jen stiffened slightly, then forced herself to relax. She closed her eyes, willing her mind to respond as well as her body so readily did. Already, she felt moisture begin to accumulate between her legs and her nipples harden. She couldn't turn away, even if she had wanted to.

Sarah took this as a good sign and proceeded, gently unzipping the back of Jen's dress, hooking her fingers under the straps and lowering them to Jen's waist. Running her flat palms over the tips of Jen's nipples, Sarah sighed at the puckering response, encouraged even more. Unable to hold back any longer, Sarah bent and took one of Jen's perky nipples into her mouth, exploring their hardness with her tongue. Jen's erratic sighs prodded Sarah on, biting and sucking harder the faster Jen's breaths came. Suddenly, she stopped and pulled away.

"Unh," came Jen's disgruntled moan.

"Sorry honey, but you are still way too overdressed for this occasion," Sarah explained as she removed her own top and unzipped her shorts to reveal a neatly trimmed patch of pubic hair.

Jen blushed as she lifted her hips and slid the dress down over her hips and shapely legs to fall in a heap around her ankles. Sarah lifted Jen's feet and tossed the dress across the room, doing the same with her own shorts. Jen's untrimmed hair caught Sarah's attention, bringing a glint to her eye. She bolted out of the room and down the hall stark naked, rushing into her own apartment and grabbing a set of clippers and a fresh razor, along with her own shaving cream and a small canvas bag. Sprinting back into Jen's apartment, she laughed to see Jen spread eagled on the couch with a pair of scissors, clumsily trying to trim the straggly hairs between her legs. Jen looked up and blushed when she saw Sarah with an armload of hair removal tools at her disposal. She meekly opened her legs and waited patiently as Sarah laid out the clippers, plugged them in, and retrieved a bowl of warm water, a washcloth, and a towel from the kitchen. 

Carefully, Sarah began to trim Jen's pubic hair with the shortest attachment on the clippers. The buzzing caused Jen to grip the couch cushions in an attempt to hold still. The trimming took less than a minute, then Sarah placed the wet washcloth over the hair to moisten it for a moment, uncapping the shaving cream while she waited. Pressing and rubbing just a bit before removing the washcloth, Sarah watched as blood surged to the area and Jen's lips and clit became engorged with lust. Taking the shaving cream and squeezing a large dollop into her hand, Sarah spread it around Jen's whole pubic area, taking advantage of the slipperiness to rub Jen's clit briefly before rinsing her hand and reaching for the razor.

Jen gasped as she felt cold steel slide across her skin. She had never shaved 'down there', much less had someone with a razor anywhere near her body. The sensation was highly erotic but totally alien. Lifting her head, she watched with fascination as Sarah meticulously removed all of the hair from Jen's mound, then pulled her lips tight and with slow steady strokes sheared every last hair from between Jen's legs as well. Wiping her with the wet washcloth to remove the leftover shaving cream, Sarah bent and tested her work with a deft tongue. Satisfied with her handiwork, Sarah settled into a different task equally as enjoyable.

Jen couldn't believe the exquisite feelings Sarah was drawing out of her. With no barriers to her sex, Sarah had full access to every fold of Jen's lips, every nerve ending of her clit. Jen's body was open to Sarah with no reservations, no obstruction. Sarah used every bit of experience as she licked and sucked Jen with an expertise only learned through practice, and lots of it. Inserting two fingers into Jen's pussy, Sarah twisted her palm to face up and rubbed as hard as she could against the fleshy bump just inside Jen. Without pumping her arm, she continued to rub across and around Jen's not-so-elusive spot, while still relentlessly attacking Jen's clit with her tongue. 

Jen felt her orgasm approach and bucked her hips into Sarah's willing face, grabbing her hair and pulling desperately. Sarah felt the contractions deep in Jen's pussy and licked a few times more to ride out her orgasm. With a shove, she flipped Jen over onto her stomach and continued her manual assault on Jen's g-spot. Opening the canvas bag with her free hand, Sarah dumped out an assortment of vibrators and dildos. Selecting one with a curved tip, she turned it on and removed her hand from Jen's dripping pussy, replacing it with the pulsating toy.

Jen had never used a vibrator before in her sheltered life. Now, with Sarah demonstrating the effects, Jen understood all the hype. The sensations weren't unlike the ones she created with her own hand, but were so much more powerful she felt another orgasm coming on almost immediately. Sarah kept working the vibrator in Jen's pussy through this orgasm and two more before she granted Jen a break from the ecstasy. 

Jen's ragged breathing became more regular after a few moments. When she opened her eyes, blinking to focus, Sarah had a dildo held deep in her pussy and was fingering her clit madly on the floor. Jen leaned forward to offer her assistance but Sarah shook her head, indicating that Jen was to simply watch.

"This is for you tonight, not me or anyone else," was all the explanation Sarah would give.

Jen settled back on the couch and gave Sarah her full attention. Content to please herself, Sarah began fucking herself with the dildo. Every few thrusts, she would let go and massage her clit for a second. As Jen watched, Sarah's pumps gained momentum and now instead of using one hand for both the dildo and her clit, Sarah had one hand on her clit and the other propelling the silicone cock. Grunting, Sarah came like a wild cat in heat, crumpling onto a footrest. Still panting slightly, Sarah turned her head to see Jen staring in awe. Sarah grinned and collected her things, standing and walking towards the door.

"I think you've had enough for today, sweetheart. Breakfast again in the morning, and then I think we'll have a shopping run. There are some things that we'll need to get for you," Sarah said with a hint of laughter in her voice. "Don't worry, Hobbs and Jenkins are going to pay for this trip, too."

Exhausted, Jen looked at the clock in the kitchen. It was only midnight? She gathered her clothes and shuffled to the bedroom, dropping everything in the hamper before collapsing into bed, falling asleep even before she could reach down to pull up the sheets.

To be continued ;)... 



Paying the Rent Ch. 04



Jen sat at her kitchen table with a cup of coffee clutched in trembling hands. Her new friends, her new life occupied her thoughts. Sarah's knock didn't even pierce Jen's daydreams about the upcoming adventure planned for the day.

Sarah let herself in with the master key and sat down across from Jen at the table. When Jen didn't respond, Sarah waved her hand in front of Jen's face a few times. Startled, Jen jumped, spilling now-cold coffee over her hands and onto the table. Sarah laughed, wiping up the coffee with a napkin and taking the mug from Jen, dumping it into the sink. 

In minutes, the girls were in Sarah's car, hurtling through town. Screeching to a halt in front of a grey stone building, Sarah vaulted out of the car and ran around to Jen's side, opening the door with a flourish. Jen hauled herself out of Sarah's tiny car and followed her into the building, stopping just inside with her jaw nearly dropping to the floor. 

The renovated warehouse was full of all kinds of what Jen had heard called 'marital aids' at one point in her life. Jen walked through the aisles, marveling at the selection. So many toys, she didn't even know the names for all of them! Afraid to touch any of the items, Jen shoved her hands in her pockets as she wandered. She caught glimpses here and there of Sarah gleefully frolicking amongst the shelves, filling her arms. As the aisles ended, Jen walked into an open area with several couches and changing rooms that were in no way private. To her right were several racks filled with clothing. Each rack was a different size for easier browsing, and browse she did.

The transition from 'regular' clothes to erotic costumes and lingerie was much easier for Jen than a sudden shift toward 'adult toys'. As she passed her hand over several costumes, she grabbed one and then two outfits that caught her eye. Sarah heard the grating squeal of hangers on the metal rack and bounded over to offer her opinion. Dumping her armload of gadgets onto the nearest couch, Sarah plucked hangers off the rack with a reckless abandon and grabbed Jen by the arm, steering her into a cubicle. 

Sticking her tongue out, Jen stripped and began trying on the pile of lingerie Sarah had heaped by the entrance. Sarah collapsed into a couch facing the dressing area and watched, lounging.

A fireman's outfit was met with raucous applause from the woman on the couch. Jen giggled and tried her hand at being a schoolgirl, nurse, and maid. Outfit after outfit was met with catcalls and applause until Jen reached the final piece at the bottom, a black crotchless bodysuit. Sarah wrinkled her nose and ordered Jen out of the bodysuit, grabbing it and tossing it in a bin next to the dressing cubicle. "It covers too much of you, and it's not nearly see through enough" was the only explanation offered.

After piling all the accepted costumes into a cart, Jen headed toward the desk by the front door where a young man sat playing solitaire on a computer. At a break in the aisles, however, she was intercepted by Sarah and steered into the maze of towering shelves.

Jen felt like a kid on a timed shopping spree in a toy store. As Sarah skipped through the aisles, Jen followed as closely as she could with an ever filling cart. Sarah knocked boxes into the cart and climbed ladders to get to harder to reach items. Jen's eyes widened as different styles of vibrators, dildos, strapons, creams, strange looking beads on a string and even a swing made it into her cart. Leaning to the left to see in front of her, Jen followed Sarah back to the couches and sat next to her as they arranged the boxes in front of them according to category.

Sarah moved to the couch opposite Jen and began a short lecture on the uses of various toys. Jen found out that those strange beads were meant to find their way into her and were supposedly all kinds of fun, according to Sarah. Pros and cons of various styles were explained, as was the best use for each toy. Jen was shocked when Sarah came to the end of her speech and began opening boxes, laying each toy on top of its packaging. 

"Won't we get in trouble? I mean, aren't we supposed to buy this stuff before we open it?" she whispered. 

Sarah giggled mischievously. "Nah, this whole warehouse is owned and operated by Hobbs and Jenkins to provide us with good toys to play with. They want their customers satisfied, and the customers prefer to watch us have real orgasms, not the fake kind they get when they rent a video."

Nodding, Jen reached out to gingerly touch a dildo Sarah had just unwrapped. She expected it to be hard and smooth like the vibrator Sarah had used on her the night before. Instead, it was squishy and pliable despite being firm enough for penetration. The box it sat on called it 'jelly'. Fascinated, Jen continued picking up other toys and discovered that each had a different texture. 

Some were harder than others, some had exaggerated veins and ridges, and some were smooth. There were fake cocks of all sizes and dildos shaped like cucumbers. Each of them was different from all of the ones before. Some had suction cups attached to the bottom; others had extra protrusions to hit her clit. There were kits with sleeves meant to slip onto a vibrator, odd conical devices labeled "butt plugs", and even vibrators with exaggerated curves meant to hit a "G-spot", whatever that was. 

Sarah joined Jen on the couch and handed her two dildos that were similar in shape and size. One came with the balls attached, the other didn't. A fleeting thought crossed Jen's mind as she wondered whose cock the manufacturer used to make the mold. 

"Well? Which do you like better?" Sarah asked. 

"I'm not sure," Jen said truthfully. "What's the difference? Other than the obvious, I mean."

"Both give different sensations. If you like the feel of being filled all the way to someone's balls, then that would be the obvious choice. If you don't care, then I would try both to see how well you like them. Each has its own benefit, but I generally prefer the one with balls. I love having something to hang on to!"

"Okay, then I'll try both. But there's so many of each! How am I supposed to decide which one to take?" Jen asked as she screwed her face up with indecision.

Sarah let loose a loud guffaw and set each dildo on its end as best she could. "Here's the deal. Why don't you grab one of each 'size' here. Pick your favorite color or something. We'll just get you one of each. You'll develop a favorite, but I think you'll like having a full toy chest in the long run anyways. Let's just get you started off on the right foot, shall we?"

Jen shrugged and started picking dildos first, staying away from the larger ones at first but eventually grabbing two that looked a little intimidating. She grabbed a vibrator kit that had one slender vibrator and one vibrating "egg" plus several silicone sleeves to use with them as well as a smaller set of anal beads. For kicks, she selected a small plug called "the butt beginner" and a large bottle of silicone based lube to go with it. A strapon made the final pick when Jen reasoned that last night's escapade with Sarah was not the last. Two creams that claimed to heighten sexual pleasure intrigued her, so she tossed those back into the cart as well. Finally, Jen decided to finish off her shopping spree with the swing Sarah had pulled off a shelf, just to see what it might be like. 

The girls took their selections to the desk by the front door where the clerk was still playing solitaire on the computer. He looked up and handed each of them a clipboard with instructions to write down the shelf codes on the forms. Sarah silently pointed out the stickers on each item that noted a numeric code, apparently for stocking and inventory purposes. Sarah quickly finished her own form, handed it to the clerk, and helped Jen finish hers. After the clerk entered all the data for Sarah's acquisitions and picked up Jen's, he frowned.

"You're not in the system. Which complex are you with?" he demanded.

Sarah piped up, "Jen's new with complex 153 dash 2, and she's not in the system because you haven't put her there yet."

"Fine. Then I'll need her to fill out these forms as well and scan a photo ID. Scanner is right there, and here's the necessary forms," came the monotone reply. 

Jen was amazed that the young man had never even looked up through the entire exchange. How jaded people must get when they work here, she thought to herself. He doesn't even care that we're here except that we're interrupting his game. She finished the forms and handed them back over the desk, trying to make small talk.

"So, how long have you worked here?" she began.

"Six months, and yes I've seen it all. No, I've never been to any of the complexes, of which there are 175 complexes to date across the country. No, I've never had sex here or with any of the employees. As you can see, there are no windows so I don't know if the weather's good or not. Anything else?"

"Well, I guess not," Jen said. "But why do you hate your job so much? I mean, wouldn't this be a great place to work? You see all these gorgeous women every day, they get naked to change in front of cameras that you undoubtedly see, what's wrong with that?"

"I don't hate my job, princess," he replied while entering in her information. "And I just hate the snobs that come in here thinking they're all that and don't care to give the time of day to some lowly clerk who just works here to make it through college. And I don't get to see all the cameras, just the security ones. Not like I'd ever get to do anything about it anyways. Oh, and you two are the first people in here all week. The rest of the orders have come in from out of town for the other complexes. So there really is no glamour to this job. It pays well, though, so I stay with it."

Sarah had been listening to the whole exchange behind the desk at the copier. She couldn't help but feel sorry for this poor college kid, stuck in a warehouse all day. Glancing at Jen, she knew her friend felt the same way. He wasn't bad looking, could have easily gotten a job someplace else, but this paid so much better he had taken it despite the sometimes lonely hours.

"James," Sarah started after looking at his nameplate on the desk, "Hasn't anything good happened while you were working here?" Seeing him shake his head, she smirked and continued, "That's a shame. So you wouldn't mind horribly if we tried to brighten your day?"

The clerk named James looked up for the first time and fixed his eyes first on Jen, then Sarah walking back around the desk. Confusion and then awe registered on his face when he realized Sarah wasn't joking. Stupefied, he just stared at the two girls for several seconds until he could regain composure.

"What are you talking about?" he stammered.

Sarah said nothing but grabbed Jen by the wrist and pulled her back towards the couches, beckoning for James to follow. The discarded boxes of toys were still scattered around the floor by two of the six couches. Sarah kicked them into a pile, then reconsidering, grabbed a few and brought them to another area with facing couches. Sarah pushed Jen down onto one couch and James onto the other, then began methodically stripping them both. 

"B-b-b-but the doors... they're still unlocked!" James stuttered. "If someone comes in, nobody will..."

"Well, then, I'll go lock the doors. But when I get back, if you're not both naked, I'll find the whips!" Sarah threatened and ran down the center aisle. 

Having accomplished her task, she returned to find the two naked. Jen was lounging on the sofa, idly fondling herself, while James was sitting stiffly upright looking incredibly nervous.

Sarah smiled at Jen, proud as a mother hen at the changes that had already taken place in the girl. She then turned to James and pushed him back into the cushions. Slowly, she raked her nails across his chest and stomach, zigzagging toward his hardening cock. Just before her hands reached the prize, though, she removed them and stood, grasping her breasts briefly before turning and heading for Jen. 

Jen spread her legs for Sarah to view as she approached. Unsure of Sarah's intentions, she waited patiently for an indication of what was expected of her. Sarah paused, knelt between Jen's legs, and blew gently on her moist outer lips. The sensation raised goosebumps all over Jen's body, making her shiver slightly. A tiny moan escaped her throat as Sarah ran just the tip of her tongue up Jen's slit to touch her clitoris for a split second. 

Sarah grasped a box on the floor and, without looking, opened it, pulling out a simple clear dildo. She opened her mouth and mimicked a blow job to moisten the full length of the toy. When satisfied, she ran the toy up and down Jen's swollen lips several times and then plunged it into her cleft with one smooth stroke. Jen moaned and grasped Sarah's hand, pulling it toward her in an effort to achieve further penetration. Sarah replaced her hold on the dildo with Jen's hand and stood again, turning to James.

His erect cock jumped when Sarah approached and ran one fingernail down its length. Panting, James thrust his hips at Sarah's hand, trying to wrap himself in her fist. Sarah toyed with him for a few moments, scratching lightly at his chest and stomach. When it seemed James couldn't stand the intensity any longer, Sarah took his cock in her warm mouth. The man let out a sob as he felt the heat and texture of her tongue swirling around the shaft with an expertise born of practice. 

With alternating thrusts and licks, Sarah teased James's cock relentlessly. Her hand cupped his balls and massaged gently while she stared up at his face, gauging his reactions. Had he opened his eyes, he would have noticed a smile playing at the corners of her eyes every time he moaned or twitched. When he heard Jen moaning in anticipation of orgasm, James felt his balls tense in preparation for his own. 

"Ohh... my God, shit shit shit I can't stopyou'remakingmecumsohard," James grunted as his cock began the initial spasms of a climax, causing Sarah to take a deep breath and take his full length into her throat. 

Sarah's highly trained reflexes prepared her for the sensation of hot liquid hitting the back of her throat at high velocity. She swallowed, letting her throat muscles do their work at extending his orgasm for as long as possible. She took every drop of his cum and licked his cock clean, making it jump with sensitivity. Satisfied that James was finished for a little bit, Sarah's attention was again drawn to Jen; but this time she brought James with her.

Jen, still approaching climax, barely noticed the two crawl to her side. When Sarah brought James's mouth to Jen's swollen lips and clit, she bucked and shrieked in surprise and lust. James hesitated, wide-eyed with confusion, then bent forward again. His tentative licks turned into ravenous explorations, quickening Jen's panting grunts into a symphony of breaths. His hand found the dildo she was still working into herself and began thrusting it into her with a pace that matched the ministrations of his tongue.

Jen screamed and grabbed the arm of the couch, pushing herself into James and the dildo. When Sarah leaned in and began caressing and nibbling her breasts, Jen came with a ferocity she'd never experienced before. Her groin exploded into splinters of light cascading through her body and reaching all the way to her extremities. When one wave ended, another began. Even when Sarah pulled James away from her overly sensitive clit, the orgasms kept coming. She couldn't tell the difference between her pussy and nipples anymore; they were connected by one nerve that felt only pleasure.

Sarah slowed and then stopped, placing her hand on the dildo James was still pumping wildly. Leaving the dildo inside Jen, she pulled James to her and pressed herself against his torso. He realized with a start that his cock was hard again and ready for another round, something that had never happened to him before.

From a kneeling position, Sarah leaned backward, her head pressed against the carpet and back arched. Her fingers spread her lips open to show James just how wet she was. James reached carefully out and touched her opening, bringing the moistened finger to his lips and tasting her juices like fine wine. Though his cock strained to probe her depths, James instead bent his head to Sarah and lapped at her with intense concentration. Sarah pulled his head to her, begging for release. 

As she felt the beginnings of an orgasm, Sarah grabbed his hand from her thigh and shoved it toward her pussy, hissing, "fuck me with those fingers, boy!"

James, not one for confrontation, readily obeyed and put first two, then three fingers deep into Sarah's pussy. He probed every inch of her pussy, twisting his hand around while sucking at her clit. As her orgasm hit her, his fingers were clenched so hard by her contracting muscles that he could no longer move them. The rhythm of his licking slowed so that he was hardly moving his tongue over her clit but just resting it there with light pressure. When her muscles relaxed enough, he removed his hand and in one swift motion leaped forward and plunged his cock into her still spasming pussy.

Sarah screamed as another orgasm overtook her, then another as James thrust into her. One after another overtook her as James fucked her with a hard steady rhythm, lifting her hips to meet his. She unfolded her legs from beneath her and crossed them over his back, trying to force him deeper inside her. Sensing her need, James grabbed Sarah's knees and pulled them over his shoulders.

"Ahhh! Oh, right there, just stay there, unnnnnnh..." she groaned.

James pushed into her three more times and collapsed onto Sarah, nearly folding her in half. The motion brought on one last orgasm for them both. Sarah looked up to see Jen lying on the couch with a sated expression lighting her face. Sarah grinned back and reached up to lick James's neck.

Half an hour later, the girls had redressed and packed their new things into several bags. James helped them carry the packages to the car and stood on the curb as they got in. 

"When are you two planning on coming back in here?" He asked with hope evident in his voice.

"Oh, well, I don't know when we'll get to since we got so many fun things this time. But don't worry, we'll let ALL the other girls know how much fun you are. You may have to get a few extra cameras installed by the desk," Sarah giggled, starting the car.

As she pulled away, James stared after them in awe. 

Jen looked around and noticed the approaching sunset and asked Sarah how long they'd been inside.

"Oh, I'd say around seven hours, give or take. I mean, it IS getting darker earlier now, and we got there just before noon. Which reminds me, we haven't eaten anything all day. Let's stop to get something to eat before we go home to test drive all the new toys... everyone will want to see!"

Jen shrugged and slipped into a daydream about toys, costumes, and faceless men with erect cocks sitting at computer desks all around the world. She smiled.