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How I Paid The Rent

By: JRob



In recent week's I've read how the economy is getting better, how jobs are becoming more plentiful and how overall things are turning around.

Sometimes what you read in the newspaper or see on television just doesn't ring true closer to home. 

Having been out of college two years, my psychology degree hasn't been put to good use, unless good use is being able to analyze that a large woman can't fit into a size 8 dress without bulging out all over. To say nothing about that excess weight bursting fabric at the seams. But such is the life of a 24-year-old woman who needs to support herself.

School was so much fun. The classes weren't all that bad, the guys were constantly around looking to get into our panties, and whether getting on stage for a dramatic scene in a play or on display before thousands Saturday night at the stadium as a cheerleader there were ovations. 

Graduation brought forth the reality of a cruel, real world. Oh there were still dates, but working two jobs to pay the rent, insurance and necessities didn't leave much time for casual fun. 

My name is Kimberly, and I'm the subject of this little story. Sitting here at my computer, typing away about what has happened over the last 14 months, is a way to get things off my chest and tell others to beware. 

If something is too good to be true, it probably isn't. And that one must look for the motivations of others when making decisions for yourself.

Geez, I guess I am putting that psychology degree to work.

After college I moved to a nameless city, wanting to live downtown where the action was. Plans for a good job, friends and all kinds of excitement were denied when scores of resumes didn't attract attention.

Having to scale down expenses, I moved into a studio apartment that was, well, tiny but livable. I began working at a department store by day and a coffee shop in the evening to make ends meet. Generally it was six days a week of leg-hurting work, and at least I could pay the bills and not ask the folks for a handout.

But when the economy went further into the tank the department store cut hours, and although I wasn't making much there it really, really hurt the pocketbook. 

It began a sequence of robbing savings, and then robbing Peter to pay Paul. I'd pay the rent and then be forced to skimp on food or frayed clothing replacement. When the car insurance came due, I was late on my rent payment which totally pissed off the property manager, Mr. Albert, and the owner, Mr. Orvis. The latter was my landlord and had this way of inappropriately leering at me. The guy must have been used to women in burkas in his homeland or something, because he always looked at me with a strange set of eyes. 

"You must pay the rent on time," he's say when I finally scraped up the money to get back to even. "You must!"

He was harmless, and actually a nice man deep down, or so I thought. But more on that story later. In the meantime I'd do my best to stay financially afloat by working, doing surveys and other work online, and generally living frugally. I'd date, but generally wasn't looking for a guy as anything other than a (paying) dinner companion. 

I kept sending out resumes with no better results, and began thinking I was the biggest dummy in the world. I even gave thought to abandoning the city and heading home in embarrassment.

For weeks Mr. Orvis could be seen arguing with his property manager, Johnny Albert. The two never saw eye to eye, and the arguments came to a boil when Albert vanished suddenly. Somebody saw him packing his belongings late at night and leaving, saying he couldn't take the abusive boss any more.

That was sad, because I didn't want any more interaction with Mr. Orvis that I had to. He was just spooky. Oh, harmless, but spooky nonetheless.

Over the next few weeks Mr. Orvis interviewed a number of candidates, and he didn't like a single one. I dropped off my rent, two weeks late, and he scolded me but spent more time lamenting about his lack of help.

We talked for a bit, me being the big listener that I am, and the light went on in my head. While I knew nothing about property management, I was organized and I did get along well with people. And when you think about it, a PM needs to make sure things are working okay, contact people when they aren't, handle basic problems and make sure the rents are paid on time. How hard could that be?

Mr. Orvis said it was a whole lot harder than that, but he was getting desperate. I really believe the short skirt I happened to be wearing helped seal the deal, as I caught him stealing glances at the lily white thighs I had on display when my skirt ran up my legs, sometimes showing above my stocking tops by accident.

I always knew Mr. Orvis has a little lust in his heart when a pretty girl went by. I saw him staring longingly at several ladies, and rumor had it that Mrs. Easton in 4C had him over from time to time to fix this or that. These visits generally occurred when her husband was on a business trip, but what did I know? Mr. Orvis had never made any untoward or inappropriate moves on me. 

He told me not to quit my part-time job, but that he's try me out for a couple months as his assistant property manager. He'd give me half off my rent and a small salary. My immediate assignment, collect several late rent payments and successfully get under lease the three available units of his 16 unit location.

Do that and he'd consider hiring me on full-time at a higher salary with free rent. Gone would be the part-time job and the financial headaches. I was jazzed and knew I could make it happen.

Of course, the glass always is greener on the other side. Getting people (like me!) to pay on time was a chore. And renting the vacant units was difficult. The economy was tough, the units were the worst in the house, and Mr. Orvis didn't allow me to discount the price. "Give it to one, and you have 15 others that want the same discount." 

He was insistent on that.

Still, I got all but one of the rents up to date and did rent one of the vacancies in the first month, so I felt a sense of accomplishment even though Mr. Orvis told me I was walking on thin ice and not doing all the job that he wanted. 

Of course, I realized early on that when he was coming over to either wear something low cut, showing heavy cleavage, or his favorite skirt. I realized early on he liked gazing at my legs, so I always wore stockings around the building. I think he liked when I sat and he'd get a change to check out my legs and see if I was wearing pantyhose, stockings, thigh highs or what. It was cute, and in any event, he didn't fire me.

Getting those last two units rented was a real chore, one made harder when Mr. Cohen in 4A was transferred. The good news is his employer paid two months ahead for him and I put the unit on the market immediately. It had a nice view of the park across the street, and I actually rented it in less than a month.

But those last two awful units were a real problem. Mr. Orvis did say he was sending a man he met at a bar my way, and to get him into one of the units. "If you want to keep yourself employed, you have to figure it out, get it done," was his demand.

The guy called and set an appointment, flirting on the phone I believe, and I figured I'd give him the cute girl look to provide the candy look to get him interested in the unit. Not slutty, but I figured a cute tee top and knee length skirt wouldn't hurt. 

He was a pug nosed guy in his 50s with a buzz cut. Jeans and denim shirt, he was so casual I bet myself he didn't own more than one suit. We met in the lobby and walked the building, observing such necessities as a common room, laundry room, storage and assigned parking. We trudged up the stairs to 3D where he immediately went to the window to check out the view. 

The good news is this apartment actually had a little bit of a view, unlike its neighbors who had a view only of an alley way. The A side of the building were the good views as they overlooked the park across the street and on spring and fall days one could even see the pond where kids and adults alike would play with their small motorized toy boats. Pigeons were abundant, squirrels too. 

The B, C and D units were not the kind people stood in line to rent. Still, on this day, the guy turned and looks directly into my eyes: "How much?" he grunted.

Mentioning the number, he gave a little look around the living room before dragging his way into the small bedroom. He looked at the closet before slipping out and over to the bathroom. "Mind if I use the facilities?" 

Nodding, I turned and walked into the living room and sat on the window seat. A few minutes later there was a flush of the commode, water running in the porcelain sink, and he reentered the room drying his hands on his pants. "I like that toilet, not too loud to as awake you but efficient" was all he said. "I like things which are efficient and do the job."

Wondering about that statement, I watched him enter the living room which was adjacent to the kitchen, someplace I surmised he hardly would ever visit except to grab a beer or set down a pizza box. He surprised me by looking into and inspecting the faux maple cabinets. Once done, he looked at the refrigerator and asked if the dishwasher worked. He took his time, fiddling with this and that. 

Inspection done, he gazed around the entire 850 square foot apartment. Forming a question in his head, he sort of lifted his head and took a deep breath. Looking at me, he got to the point. "So you've been having difficulty getting tenants? A pretty girl like you shouldn't have any problems attracting people, especially looking as nice as you do," he said with a smile. "It's priced too high. It's above the market, believe me I know."

Mumbling something about it being refurbished, clean and quiet, the man cut me off.

"Look, I grant you that, but it's overpriced. I'd move in tomorrow, but it's priced too high. I'd have to cut out necessities to take it, and sometimes a man's gotta do what a man's gotta do. I have to pass, sorry miss."

Thinking about Mr. Orvis, his ultimatum, and my financial predicament, I desperately asked the man to reconsider. We spoke for a couple minutes about the pros and cons of the place, its location and charm. He spoke mostly of the price. 

"Tell you what," he said with a smile. "You are a nice girl. You are sounding a little desperate to rent the place....probably the boss isn't pleased about the vacancies here. Am I right?" I just nodded. 

"Okay, here's the deal. I'll take it...but on one condition."

"Oh, thank you sir, thank you Mr., uh, Mr..." "It's Morley, my name is Phil Morley. And don't get yourself excited. There's the condition." "Whatever you need, I will make it happen."

We sat on the window sill in the bare apartment and he gave me a look over. "It's simple. Take off your tee shirt. You can leave on your bra. That's okay. Then sit down next to me and jerk me off. That's the deal. It's non-negotiable."

Aghast, I simply stared. 

"Look, I have needs. Every couple weeks I visit one of the ladies at the bar. The nighttime delight ladies are willing to take care of my needs for a price. Now you are not one of them, but I have needs. And I have to give them up to pay the rent. So you, young lady, have to help keep Mr. Happy really happy, say once a month, with your pretty hands. Do that and I can afford this place, and you get your building another renter. Your boss is happy. Look, I know it's a shock but it's efficient and gets the job done."

There's that saying again. He wanted me to be a whore, and I nearly slapped him. The nerve this man had to even think I would consider such an offer. Words couldn't leave my lips, but I was shaking and wanted to spit in his face and tell him to get the hell out.

But then the reality of my current situation entered my mind. Mr. Orvis wasn't taking me serious; I wasn't getting the job done in the way he wanted. I had vacancies and the last guy was fired after doing a decent job. Mr. Orvis gave me a break, and I needed to show I could get it done. I thought of my situation, the need of the job, the financial problems, you name it. 

I thought of being a failure, about getting fired and then thought about how hard it was to work two jobs to merely get by. With this job and the perks of an apartment paid for as part of the deal, well, it couldn't get much better than that. It was only a hand job, not real sex. I took a deep breath. 

"Only my hand, right, nothing else involved? I am not a whore."

"Well, maybe in your underwear, but yes. Just helping a horny guy in need and nobody will know. It's like a little incentive, nothing serious. 

"You've probably don't it a lot to your boyfriends, and a whole lot more. Now, take that top off and let's get a preview." The name reached for his wallet and pulled out crisp $100 bills. He counted out the first and last month's rent and handed it to me. "Do we have a deal?"

I could not believe it, but I shook my head yes. "Just be nice to me, I don't normally do this," I said, and then reminded him again that I wasn't some lady of the night available to put out for a buck. 

"Of course you aren't, dear, you are an angel. An angel of mercy like a nurse at a hospital, helping out a wayward soul with a special need. It will be our secret. Nobody will know except you and me. Now, let's get on with it and seal the deal."

Definitely not proud, and knowing my mother would not approve, I stood and turned away. Taking a deep breath, I lifted the tee top off and slowly turned toward the man. Immediately I was startled, because his trousers were now at his knees and he was sitting in his polka dot boxers. There was a tenting in the middle of them and I knew why.

"How do you want to do this," was my simple question.

He smiled and told me to take my time, be careful because he's sensitive. Then he said I was in charge and could handle things. He sat back against the window and waited with a look of anticipation on his face. He intently watched as I stumbled around, delaying the inevitable. Sitting next to the man on the window sill, I took another deep breath and reached over and fondled his boxers, feeling the hardness inside. 

Slowly I slipped my hand around the slit in the front in an attempt to snake my fingers inside. It took a little work to get my fingers inside, but soon I felt hard man flash pushing against me. 

It would have been easier for him to take it out, but that would have ruined things I am sure. 

Instead I fiddled around, blindly trying to get my hand in or his manhood out of its confines. Ultimately I was able to slip the hard thing out of the slit and into the open air. I couldn't help but stare at the cock.

Look, I wasn't a virgin. I'd handled four cocks of past boyfriends and three of them in me. I'd wanked off one guy in high school, and then sucked the three others at various times and locations. While I wasn't dating anyone at the present, I had slept with two of those guys in the past, losing my virginity uncomfortably in the dirty back seat of his old man's Ford. 

But this was different. There was no love, or even feigned love. This wasn't romantic in any way whatsoever, it was a transaction. It was an incentive for him to take the apartment. And I thought to myself how wrong it was. But with his dick in my fingers, it was a little too late to moralize 

Slowly I began stroking the dick. There needed be little foreplay, he was already well into the hand job. I couldn't look at him, so I looked at his dick and watched my hand stroke it. It was bulging hard, a little reddish at the tip, and he really liked when I started at the base and slipped my hand up and then back down a couple times before playing with the mushroom top.

"Oh, you are an absolutely angel. Do it girl. Make Mr. Happy very happy. Jerk it off."

I did, I stroked his six inch dick off. Slowly at first, and as I heard him grunt and groan I moved a little faster. His was one of those thin, missile like cocks. It was sensitive, hard as a rock, and liked my touch. It was a lot like Hank, my second lover and the guy who took my virginity. We'd park by the lake and I'd jerk him off after dinner and a movie.

Later, dinner and a movie and a hand job advanced to dinner and a movie and a blow job, which advanced to my losing my virginity in the back seat of the aforementioned Ford.

Thinking of those bygone days I remembered how the guys liked me to stroke them and I accelerated the action with Mr. Morley as his rock hard dick pulsated in my hand and it wasn't long before he began mouthing directions.

"A little faster, yes, just like that. Oh yes, that's it. Don't stop. Just like that. Just like that. Jerk me off baby, stroke my cock. Oh yessss."

Honestly, his cock shot at least five spurts of man sauce, the first hitting my tummy and another volley made its way to my skirt. The last three ended up on my hands, the sticky stuff feeling warm. I continued to slowly stroke him and he stayed hard for a bit before his dick began its comedown from its orgasmic state. 

Looking at the guy, all I could see was a smug, satisfied look. His eyes were closed, he looked relaxed, and I simply held his cock a little before wiping it off with my tee shirt and tucking it back into his boxers. A minute or so later he moved, pulling up his pants and standing to get them right. 

Looking at me, he simply smiled. "Thank you," was all he said, before leaving the room and the apartment. At the door, though, he turned and said, "That was incredible. I can't wait to move in."

For me, I scurried to the sink and washed my hands. There wasn't any soap, so I alternated hot and cold water before trying on my scum laden tee shirt. I wasn't going to put it on, but knew I'd run into someone getting to my apartment and didn't think property manager clad in a bra was the look I wanted. So on went the tee shirt and I quickly made my way home where a shower washed away the dirtiness of my actions. 

Mr. Morley moved in the following day, and never even gave an inkling of what had happened in the apartment the prior day. He kept his side of the bargain, I was the property manager, and he was a tenant. 

Still, I was embarrassed at what I did, and knew it was wrong. But I was satisfied that the place was rented, and even Mr. Orvis congratulated me on getting a full price deal. At the same time he reminded me of the other vacancies and told me not to rest on my laurels. 

The feeling of cock in my hand had other effects on my mind. Once I got out the idea that I was whoring myself, it was quite exciting. I would masturbate thinking of that cock in my hand, stroking it, having it cum off. 

The following week saw me rent one of the vacancies, allowing for a little discount in that there was some delayed maintenance the person pointed out. Below list rent, but, the lady's husband would paint and repair several problems. I thought that was a good deal. 

Every time I saw Mr. Morley I'd grimace a little, because I knew our arrangement was wrong, but he was the perfect gentleman. And when he overheard Mr. Orvis admonishing me on a couple problem things I hadn't taken care of he was very sympathetic. He also mentioned he knew a guy whose lease was expiring at the end of the month and might have an interest in renting.

He gave the guy my number and sure enough the following day I had an appointment to meet with a Mr. John Thornton. This guy was a talker, and I couldn't get him off of the phone. Sounded younger than Morley, and I envisioned him as being overweight and with a mustache. Boy was I wrong. 

Thornton was another guy nearing 60, a physical fitness nut who wanted to know where the nearest gym was from the apartment house. He asked that before even seeing the apartment. Like Mr. Morley, he gave the building the once over before visiting the vacancy. All the time he was talking, though, and I had to thing that's the reason he had been divorced three times as he told me.


How I Paid The Rent Ch. 02



Several readers wrote asking what had happened in the weeks after I'd taken a job as a property manager on a temporary basis and had enticed two older guys to sign leases by, well, offering them some hand job favors for their signature. 

I am not proud. I am somewhat humiliated. I know it is not right to jerk off guys I barely know just to get them to take an apartment for crying out loud. But I was desperate. Let's face it, times are financially tough, and when Mr. Orvis, the owner of several properties, allowed me the chance at a decent job and cheap rent I jumped at it.

Not really qualified, I tried my best to make it work. I handled complaints, called the repairman, and did a little painting on my own. I worked hard to get the place rented. The fact that two of the guys Mr. Orvis sent my way were willing to sign on the dotted line with some added incentive on my part should have been an indicator that maybe something was amiss, but fact is I was happy to get the deals done. 

And if it meant my giving a hand job a month to the two guys, well, I'd given guys hand jobs before after a nice dinner so a little jerking of their dicks as a way to make my temporary job a permanent one seemed to be a small price to pay

Still, each time I saw one of the guys I was embarrassed. I mean, I hardly knew them. They were just older guys who needed an apartment. I had no real feelings for them. Yet here I was, a young girl jerking off guys twice my age or more on a regular basis. 

But I had a job, and with a full house and things going well Mr. Orvis was very happy with my work. 

I have to say in the days after each of my dalliances I felt all kinds of emotions, from humiliation to embarrassment to a little bit of arousal. Yes, I knew it was wrong what I did, I knew my mother wouldn't have approved, but in a strange naughty way I was a little proud of the way I took advantage of the situation and solidified my place as Mr. Orvis' property manager. 

He was happy, and I was relieved to have a good job and not live penny by penny. Every once in a while when I saw Mr. Orvis, I could swear he had a knowing smile, like he knew something was up. But soon I dismissed that thought as there didn't seem to be a way he could know anything. 

I'd think about Mr. Morley and Thornton late at night under the covers, alone except for my trusty blue vibrator. Thing is, I like to think of sexy situations when I'm working on myself, and the fact that I'd tossed off two guys to seal the apartment deals made my juices flow.

As the days went by I became more comfortable with my situation. There was normalcy in my life, although I knew that in the next month I'd be whacking off two older men just to maintain the bargain I'd given for them to sign on the dotted line. Oh, I knew I could ignore the deal, but on the other hand who knows what would happen if I broke it. I surely didn't want them spouting off about the property manager who jerks off guys to get them to let the apartments in Mr. Orvis' building.

On my off days I'd taken to reading novels, mostly mystery, but sometimes romance, and sat by the pond near the building to relax. Along the way I would make my way to the coffee shop down the street where I'd gotten to know the baristas. It was fun and relaxing and my newfound friends gave me free refills. What could be better?

Sitting at the shop on Wednesday afternoon I could feel eyes on the back of my head. Ignoring for a while, I finally had to look. There was Sebastian Clark, a guy I'd dated for several weeks earlier in the year. Instantly we both smiled and I invited him to sit with me. 

Thinking back it was probably a bad decision, because Sebastian had broken my heart when we were in a relationship. I thought he was solo with me, but turned out he'd been seeing several women besides yours truly. Sometimes he'd leave my apartment, supposedly to get home to get a good night's rest before a big meeting, only to go to Laura or Melissa's apartment to bang their willing snatches overnight. 

It was like I was the appetizer before he got to the main course. And he was somewhat mean about it, as I'd always have to blow him (no problem, except he was rough) or take his firm hand on my tender bottom before he'd bang me. No, Sebastian wasn't an angel. But before I'd learned of his dalliances I really developed a fondness for him, and the lovemaking was different than anyone I'd been with. 

What was in the past was in the past. I wanted to know what he was doing, and was even thinking of flirting with him and then walking away. So we sat and shared coffee and stories. He was working at an investment house, working terrible hours, while admitting to having dumped both Laura and Melissa in recent weeks.

"It's so good to see you, you look better than ever. I've missed you, I've missed you a lot," said the handsome man. He was staring at me with those baby blues. "Those girls meant nothing to me when you get down to the bottom line. I can't believe I've run into you here today, because I've been meaning to call. I think about you all the time."

Okay, so Sebastian was good at flattery, but these days it went a long way at making me feel good. He was so complimentary, of my clothing, my general appearance and yes my body. We traded barbs, jabs and a little of this and that for more than an hour. It was like old times, as if we'd never broken up. I sighed when he said he was heading to the west coast Friday afternoon. 

Honestly, I had to see him again before he left. When he asked if we could have dinner the following night I went one better. I invited him over to my apartment for takeout, leaving the notion on the table that there would be more to eat than Chinese. 

We joked about dinner, who would make it and so forth. But there was a lot of innuendo and flirting going on between us. It was as if there was a special bond of sorts. We went our separate ways, but while laying on my bed with my mind wandering I couldn't help thinking of the mystery man Sebastian and how hot he got me. I had to bring out my trusty hairbrush for some well needed and earned relief. 

The next day was a bit of a blur, working on problems throughout the day. I half thought Sebastian wouldn't show up at my doorstep, but I was wrong. He arrived promptly at seven, bottle of wine in one hand and a nice assortment of tulips in the other. He looked adorable, and I was happy I wore my tight jeans and top ensemble. 

We talked for a while before asking about dinner. "Thought you were making it," was my simple joking question. 

"Sort of. It will be here at 8," he said, gazing longingly at my tight top.

He had something besides dinner on his mind, obviously. "I've been thinking about you all night and day, I've missed you and, well..."

The guy took me in his arms and we kissed, tentatively at first, for several minutes. It was not long before his hand was slipping all over my back and down to my behind. He fondled my snug jeans, holding me close. His kisses made their way to my neck, behind my ears and slowly down my top until he nestled his head between my beasts. He rubbed with his head as those sensations were enhanced when his hands came around.

Soon my top was off, and I don't know how! But now he was licking between my tits as my bra somehow made its way to the floor. Damn, those kisses were wonderful. It wasn't long before I wanted to return the favor of the sensations and I unzipped his fly and reached inside, bringing out his hardened cock. 

Stroking it we returned to our kiss, standing in my living space like the long lost lovers we were. When he gently pushed down on my shoulders, I knew what he wanted and I dropped to my knees and got down to business. There was no hesitation as I licked his cock from stem to stern, bringing out some moans from above. It wasn't long before I was alternating slow sucks with licks and then more sucking. 

His cock was enormous. I mean, he was hard as a rock and I could feel it pulsate in my sucking mouth. He held my head in place, and started fucking my mouth with vigor. It wasn't long before he warned me that if I kept it up he was going to cum.

Looking up, I batted my eyes at him and told him I'd expect nothing less. Damn, before I got it back in my mouth his dick exploded all over my cheek. Some of it got up into my hair from the first spurt, and soon I corralled the rest of his hot man sauce in my mouth, sucking him off like no tomorrow. I bobbed my head quickly sucking out his man venom.

Soon he came down from his sexual high and I looked up again at him. "That was one hell of an appetizer," I teased. "What's the main course?" 

He lifted me to my feet and kissed me deeply. Right away, I knew this was going to be a long evening, because a guy who doesn't kiss me after I've given him a blow job isn't going to be on my good side. Sebastian was more than on my good side, he had numerous bonus points to work with. 

We spoke for a little bit about our days and out missing each other before there was a knock on the door. Dinner, from a nice Italian restaurant, arrived. A four-course meal with all the trimmings. Too much for us, but we did what we could to devour what we wanted and wrapped up the rest. When I led him to the bedroom, he didn't resist. 

We made ourselves comfortable on the bed, sipping wine and swapping stories of what we'd been up to. He laughed at some of my job hunting disasters and congratulated me on my new position at property manager. I left out the details of how I got the guys to sign their leases as that would have been too over the top. 

One thing leg to another, mostly his stroking of my leg, and soon we were making out again like teenagers. He was up for the task, as his cock hardened to my touch. Soon he was on top of me, slowly fucking me like an old lover should.

Several minutes into the fuck he slipped out of my and down my body, ending up between my legs. For the next 20 minutes or so he licked, caressed and sucked my pussy. I was writhing around like a teenager getting lapped for the first time. It was awesome. He brought me to an intense orgasm, but didn't stop and soon it was followed by numbers two and three.

Wasted, he flipped me over and out of nowhere began spanking my ass! I mean, not love taps, but real hard spanks. I tried to move away but he told me to lie there and take it. I didn't really have much choice as he planted 20 swats on my bare ass. I cursed at him, called him every name in the book, and soon he stopped and began kissing my now beet read ass. He said I deserved it for breaking up with him, leaving him without me for so long. He kept kissing and talking and somehow I calmed down.

Hate turned into horniness and soon I was atop the guy, humping up and down on him like no tomorrow. He really liked when I switched around and did the reverse cowgirl thing, as he could caress my ass. Damn, he loved my ass or something, between the spankings, kissing and loving. It was awesome. It was almost too good to be true.

After a bit he slipped me onto my feet, kissing deeply. The he maneuvered me over to the desk and bent me over it. "Push your ass back a little," he said, rubbing his dick up and down my ass crack. Before I knew what he was doing he had the tip of his cock in my ass! Damn it, that hurt. He held there for a bit before pushing deeper as I screamed into my arm. 

He told me to quiet down, told me the neighbors would hear, and then did his best to make me squeal by pushing deeper inside my dirty hole. I can't believe it, it must have been all the drinking, because I couldn't stop him. The man fucked my ass with vigor, all the while calling me every name in the book, from trollop to slut, from bitch to whore. All the while he was thoughtlessly fucking my ass. 

He rocked inside my tight hole for what must have been several minutes before pulling out and pulling me around, eye level with his cock. He pushed it into my mouth without so much as a please and shot his cum. Damn, it was so wicked and wrong, making me suck his dirty dick fresh from my asshole. I'd never even thought of doing such a thing much less than wanting such naughty behavior. Still, I did what he asked.

Somehow it all felt right with Sebastian. It seemed to natural. Hell, when he turned around and told me to lick his ass before we went to bed, I dutifully did. I was his slut. 

We fell asleep in each other's arms, somehow entangling overnight. I woke in the morning with the smell of coffee emanating from my so-called kitchen, a hole in the wall and just barely. Slipping on a robe, I was drawn to the vapors. 

"Good morning, Miss Sunshine, how are you today?"

Deciding to be honest, I told him I was sore all over, especially my ass. But it was a good sore. 

We spoke about his flight later in the day for a bit but he hushed me with a passionate kiss. I was in heaven as he pushed me down to the floor. Down came his boxers revealing a rock hard dick. Damn, I thought, doesn't he ever get enough? Soon I was going my best blow job artist imitation, licking and sucking that marvelous dick with passion I'd never felt before. It was so comfortable, there, being on my knees as servicing him.

Hard to believe the last 48 hours, but I thought there was a special karma of sorts between us as I bobbed my head up and down, back and forth on his cock. I held the stem tightly so as to be able to work the tip with my lips, and when I reached around and fingered his ass crack I could tell he loved it. The grunts from above were followed by a quickening of his thrusts, and soon I was jerking that dick off into my mouth. 

It wasn't long before his cock exploded its naughty sauce into my sucking mouth. I savored the sticky stuff, holding it in my mouth and actually tasting it before making a production of swallowing his nasty load, licking my lips and fingers for the hell of it as he held my head close to his junk. 

We moved to the shower before he looked at his watch and remarked how he had to hurry up. His plane was in several hours and he had to pick up his three suitcases.

That startled me, three suitcases.

"What are you packing for? Geez, that's something I'd do for a weeklong trip. But guys never take that much stuff."

Sebastian smiled, looked me in the eyes, and replied. "Well, when you are going to a wedding you have to take all kinds of stuff, especially on the honeymoon stupid!"

Wedding, whose wedding? Honeymoon?

"I thought you knew, I'm getting married tomorrow in San Diego."

WTF?

Then it dawned on me, I'd been used by the son of a bitch. I screamed at him to get out, which he smartly did. But he did say he'd be back in a couple weeks and hoped we could get together.

Are you fucking kidding me? He's getting married and already asking me for a fuck date? What a Bastard. 

After wishing Sebastian good riddance, along with another dozen curses, I retired to my bedroom to sleep away the night. The man had humiliated me, used me as his personal play toy and the disguarded me as if I were a used tissue. 

My goodness fucked me up the ass! And then I licked his dirty ass dick with ass stuff all over it. Humiliated isn't the word. No words can describe that activity. He fucked me, I blew him, and we had sex for most of the night. And now what?

He's getting married? He wants to see me in a few weeks? Asshole!

It was as if I was his personal bachelor party. Good thing he didn't bring all his friends or it would have been a freakin' gang bang. Lying on the bed I couldn't help thinking how he used me, and I wanted revenge. But I also basked in the afterglow of a great night of naughty behavior. Damn.

Struggling to get back to sleep, I finally realized that just wasn't going to happen so I threw on some jogging clothing and went for a run. Along the way I wondered if the odor of sex followed me. What a naughty girl, I thought. Running through the park after having been through a night of debauchery. Midway through the run I stopped and sat on a bench, enjoying the sounds of the morning. 

The quiet was broken by birds of all kinds, a trash truck making its way and even the steps going my of other runners. An older man sat next to me, said good morning, and began reading The Times. I smiled to myself wondering if he could smell all the secretions of sex oozing out of my orifices. Damn what a slut!

The run got me tired, and after the second half I showered and snuggled back into my cushy bed for a nap. 

I awoke late in the morning to an irate renter whose was complaining about his neighbor being noisy. And what am I going to do about it. People relations part of the job I guess. I promised this or that, but think the fact that my top was tight and his eyes never left my breasts made me think we could work this out by my promising to look into things. 

Reminding myself to not open the door wearing a long and tight white tee top and no bra, I made a note of the problem. Good think I was wearing panties, or if I'd bent over to pick something up he'd have seen up that tee shirt and probably had a heart attack. Well, maybe not, because Sebastian had a good view of my snatch last night and he didn't faint. Damn, I kept thinking of the rat bastard. 

With all this the start of the week appeared to be something to look forward to. In actuality, it was not a bad week. I was getting the hang of the job, and even the things I had no clue about I could handle. Stopped toilets became a specialty and I was able to forgo several plumber calls by handling myself. That fact made Mr. Orvis happy as while he had a plumber on retainer there was still an after-hours call provision for more dough. 

Each month I still had to perform my promised hand job duties, and even that became nothing more than a notation on my to-do list, although I did keep a diary of what I'd worn with each guy so as to change it up a little each month. I didn't want to be the same plain Jane, because an excited guy allows me to finish the task quicker.

So there would be the little girl look, the naughty schoolgirl look (damn, Mrs. Ackerman caught me walking the hall in that outfit -- I told her it was my Halloween attire and I was trying it out to see if it still fit) -- and the nurse and the librarian like clothing. Yup, I aimed to please. Plus, my wrists were getting fitter, and I could open bottles easier with my newly found grip from whacking off the guys. 

Mr. Orvis seemed happy, and things were moving along smoothly, meaning he could spend more time at the social club and golf course than worrying about his properties. 

Comfy in my room I was reading a tell all story where one guy told another his wife had been a Blow Job Queen in high school. He said she'd orally satisfied dozens of guys and earned the unofficial title by vote of the football team --- 17 or which had apparently had their sausages cleaned by her dirty busy lips. Damn, that was more than I'd done in my lifetime, so I had to wonder if that girl was a total slut and if she'd stopped her activities when she got married. 

Then I got thinking of the term: Blow Job Queen. Why she could have also been a fellatrix, another title for girls who use their mouths for more than eating and speaking. So I wondered, what would I be called? What do you call a girl who jerks off guys? 

Hand Job Artist? Wild Whacker? Fist Pumping Baby? I don't know but after a while I settled on Stroker Ace. So if you are writing about me you could say Kimberly was known as the Stroker Ace for such and such apartment complex. Yes, like an elevator operator (do they even have them anymore?) her job has its ups and downs. 

Several months after sealing our deal I made a "date" to see Thornton. We had met in the hallway the night before, and he wondered if I could stop over and check out his plumbing. He said he'd be watching the baseball game, so anytime was fine. After I agreed, he said he hoped I wouldn't have to cancel, because he really, really needed my help. He said it was if his pipe was going to explode. 




How I Paid The Rent Ch. 02



Not much code there, but I think he had been saving it up for me. He was somewhat embarrassed the second time we met to continue our deal and he was putty in my fingers. He was groaning and all that like a guy in heat, but when he orgasmed, well, there wasn't much cum. 

Later he said he'd whacked off several times over the days before in anticipation, and he said it had nothing to do with me. The little bit of cum was actually sort of cute, I mean, as I didn't need more than a swipe on my jeans to wipe it off. I know, that's so uncool, but there wasn't enough for a tissue or washcloth. 

That might have embarrassed him, but I told him that as long as he was satisfied I was too. I wanted him to enjoy our little get-togethers, at least once I was over the humiliation of having to whack guys off to get them to do things. But remember, I was The Stroker Ace! 

The next night saw me knocking on his door wearing a sort of college girl outfit, jeans and a very tight yellow tee top which did little to hide the lacy black bra underneath. The guy liked me to jerk him off wearing only my bra and pants or jeans, so if the customer wants, the customer gets. I suspect I was a little whorish that night. But given recent happenings, confusion reigned. 

Thornton was the perfect gentleman when I arrived, asking me to stand in front of him while he admired my attire. We shared a glass of inexpensive white wine. Seriously. One glass, two lips, we sipped it. Apparently he broke his other goblet and he insisted the wine was too good to be drunk from a normal glass. We made small talk before he said Mr. Happy was sad and needed to be cheered up. Cue the cute girl to jerk him off on demand.

Okay, I was being a little insolent or something, but once he stood before me I was fully engaged and knew just what to do. Slowly reaching across I grasp his zipper and slipped down the tab. Reaching inside, and making a production of it I might add, I danced my fingers along his boxers as if not knowing that hard missile inside wanted to be unleashed.

"Oh, Kimberly, get on with it girl, you are driving me crazy," exclaimed the horny man who wanted me only to address him by his last name. "Your fingers are magical, get a grasp on it please."

Smiling, my foray into his trousers was doing the expected, turning him on. Reaching inside I held his cock and jerked it in the small confines of his boxers while unhooking his belt and helping him slip them down to his angles. Reaching around the backside, I carefully slipped down the undies leaving only a cock right in front of my face at full staff. 

So as not to give him ideas of a blowjob, or should I say give him the idea but not give him one, I sat him down next to me and kissed his burly neck. There I cooed that his cock was really ready for me, that it was beautiful and so hard. That was music to his ears as he lie back in the couch while I maneuvered around and began stroking his man met. 

"You really missed me, Thornton. Wow," was all I could say.

My other hand slipped out a small bottle of hand cream from my purse, and soon there was a dollop on his cock, making a little less friction and a whole lot more sensitivity. He simply groaned as I worked the staff up and down. When giving a hand job I'd quickly learned to alternate slow, sensuous strokes, with those that are a little quicker. Back and forth until his eyes shut, head went back and he began to cringe. That's when I knew I had him right where I wanted him.

"Go Kimberly, stroke my cock. Jerk me off. Oh, that's wonderful" were the words I heard from the mature man. It felt so hot having him like putty in my hands, molding that dick into a tizzy.

Just then I heard a rustle to my right. It was Mr. Morley, and he was standing there with his cock protruding from his pants.

"I just stopped down to say hi, but now that is a welcoming sight Kimberly. Wow. Please, please don't stop. Continue," said the man, sitting down beside me, opposite Thornton. "I knew you too would be up to something when I saw you heading toward his apartment, and I was so right."

I wanted to get up and leave, but by the same token it was so hot sitting on the couch between the two men. Mr. Morley gazed longingly at my hand, which was efficiently jerking off Thornton. Soon he nodded his way and my cream slicked hand slipped over and unzipped his pants. Soon he was lowering them, as well as his underwear, greeting my eyes with another rock hard dick. 

Sitting back, I gazed from side to side, observing two guys with hard cocks. What's a girl to do in such a situation? I am a college graduate, I figured it out. I wiped by hands together to spread out the remaining cream before reaching to each side and taking a cock in each hand. 

Slowly, tantalizingly, I started stroking the two horny men. They had obviously set this up, the rascals, but I didn't really mind. I mean, I did them separately each month, so doing together saved time and damn, was it hot.

"Oh Kimberly you have magic fingers," said Thornton. "You are beautiful and are so very hot. I think about you when I jerk off!"

"And you look angelic doing it, stroking our dicks," Mr. Morley agreed. "Look at the way she moves her hands, damn, that's hot."

It was wrong, I know, against every rule in the book. But I found myself getting hot stroking the familiar dicks of the two older men. They loved what I was doing, and it sparked me to feel hotter by the minute. I was lost in the action for a bit before I heard a zipper being tugged down. At first I was confused, but upon opening my eyes I saw the culprit: Mr. Orvis. 

Apparently like the story of the guy who told another about his Blow Job Queen wife, the boys had been talking and set me up. 

I gracefully held each of the cocks in my hand as I observed Orvis drop his drawers to the floor. Then he slowly moved down his boxers, his cock springing out like it was unleashed from a sling shot right before my eyes. These guys were horny and I was the one with the cure.

Again I started stroking the cocks as Mr. Orvis moved closer. "Suck it! Wrap your lips around my big cock Kimberly. Make me proud of you."

Opening my mouth, I attempted to follow my boss' directions to a perfect T. First I licked all over his hardened manhood, and when he lifted up his cock I licked his balls. Soon his cock made its way into my mouth and I did what bad girls are supposed to do -- I sucked his cock. Slowly we rocked as I heard the guys to my side begin to groan.

"She's sucking off his cock," said Mr. Morley. "She's sucking his fucking cock."

Thornton was more direct. "She's such a beautiful cocksucker. Look at her go."

The guys watched as I fellated by boss. It was all mouth, no hands, as those appendages were kind of busy at the time. Mr. Orvis controlled the action, accelerating his assault on my mouth. Never too hard though, and he thankfully didn't attempt to choke me. He just went a little deeper when he could, rocking in and out of my sucking mouth to the moans and groans of the two guys I was whacking off. 

Thornton got to the tipping point first, crying out that he was cumming. "Damn, girl, jerk that dick off, jerk me off," he said as his cock began to spurt several volleys of man sauce all over my hand and wrist. For an older guy he had a lot of pent up stuff in that monster. 

That explosion set off one from Mr. Morley. I glanced over toward the guy, seeing him lay back in the couch, but unfortunately I couldn't see more as the cock in my mouth was keeping me busy. Still, I heard him moan and felt the sticky cum sauce when it landed on my hand. That sticky stuff made rubbing him off even easier, and I continued to stroke both guys after their orgasm.

Mr. Orvis, for his part, was direction the action from above. 

"Stroke their cocks, Kimberly, jerk them off," said my boss, who was busy rocking in and out of my mouth. "Oh, I know you've made them so very happy. Of yes, oh yes, oh YES."

From the sounds, I knew it was time for Mr. Orvis to explode, and he didn't disappoint. My boss sent one, two and three shots of musky man sauce into my mouth in rapid succession. 

"Keep it in your mouth, don't swallow it yet," was his command. Some had already made its way to my tummy but I did my best to keep the rest in my mouth as his dick came down from his pulsating expedition. I felt like such a slut sitting there surrounded by three spent men. I still had one dick in each hand and a cock in my mouth, but they were no longer hard as a rock. 

"Show the guys what you have," was Orvis' next order, and I dutifully looked each man in the eyes and opened my mouth, swirling my boss' cum in front of them. "Now, swallow it, swallow the scum."

Okay, I didn't exactly appreciate the comment, but I knew what I'd done and knew what I had to do. Looking from guy to guy, showing them one last time, I closed my mouth, pulled my head back, and swallowed all of the sticky sauce from my boss. Damn, that felt good. 

Bending forward, I kissed Mr. Orvis' dick right on the tip by the pinhole. Then, in rapid succession I kissed the red friction-worked cocks of Mr. Morley and Thornton and arose.

Reaching over for my tee top, I daintily slipped it on and made myself presentable. The guys were, well, speechless. 

Smiling, I walked toward the door, knowing full well my hips were swaying. I knew in my heart my "reputation" was toast but my job was absolutely safe.



How I Paid The Rent Ch. 03



Thank you to Mary for encouragement and Elizabeth for editing. And thank you for reading. 




The economic environment, being so difficult, meant that my wonderful college degree that left me thousands in debt didn't assure a great job upon graduation. I'd worked a couple jobs before convincing my landlord to give me a shot at being the on site property manager for my building. 

He'd either fired, or the prior PM walked out, depending on the story you believed. But after being given the opportunity to earn the job, by overseeing the duties for several weeks, my successes led Mr. Orvis to give me the position.

That sounds great! It is great. I was able to quit one, and then both, of my part-time jobs. I got partially paid rent and was able to begin paying back my loans while banking a few bucks.

Everything was wonderful, sort of. You see, I left out some of the story. While things were indeed rosy, the part about how I really got the job, and what has happened since, caused me some severe humiliation. The first two stories in this series tell the story, at least to recent history. And while I wasn't going to write more I will say that numerous emails and comments have incented me to bring to you my dear readers what you've asked for: what happened after the activities I wrote about in the other segments occurred. 

In some respects, it's hard to write about me being, well, a whore to my job, but on the other side of the equation it has been an erotic ride getting, keeping and excelling in my job.

Let me ask you, have you ever done anything, well, naughty, to get a job, a promotion or a great grade? If you are female, one degree one way or another, you very well might have. My mother admitted to me once dressing seductively to entice a professor to get a better grade. Oh, she didn't sleep with him or anything, but she did admit to sitting in the front row with her stocking tops showing to get his attention. 

It was wrong, stroking off the curmudgeon Mr. Morely and his acquaintance, Thornton, the one-named guy. That's right, for them to take their apartments at full price --- a feat which impressed my boss Mr. Orvis --- I secured the job at a decent pay and lowered rent of my own to boot. 

And at a recent whack off session both renters got the sensual persuasion of my hands, one on each side of me. It was so erotic, but as good things go, it was made quite wrong when my boss appeared in front of me and I took his cock in my mouth.

Yes, I sucked off Mr. Orvis while jerking off Mr. Morely and Thornton. It was obviously a set up by the men, but it indeed happened. And for the next week I couldn't look any of them in the eyes. The guys were good, never mentioning anything, but I knew they knew, I knew I acted like a wanton slut whore, but they didn't rub it in my face. 

And there wasn't a repeat the following month. I jerked off one of the guys on a Wednesday night, and it was actually kind of nice when he had flowers for me and a very nice writing book as a gift. The other wasn't as nice, but it was still a simple hand job with a lot of oohing and oh yes mutterings while I worked. 

It wasn't until Mrs. Spencer in 2B left me a note that anything unusual occurred. Mrs. Spencer lived with her 18 year old jerk of a son, just the two of them after her divorce. He was supposed to move on to college but was taking a year off, working for tuition money but really playing video games most of the time. He was swarmy, and was always making inappropriate comments. I knew I couldn't have him find out about my nocturnal activities because the onslaught of his barbs would never end. 

When Mrs. Spencer opened the door I knew something was amiss. She had a look of disgust on her face and mocked me with her talk. "So, missy, you've been a busy bad girl I hear," said the 50ish woman. "I wonder what your boss would think if I told him he had a slut for a property manager. There is nothing like a boss knowing his charge was a wanton sex addict, you hussy."

Acting as if she was from Mars, I of course denied having even a sliver of an idea of what she was talking about. 

"Your visits to Thornton and Morely ring a bell? I hear you've been the active slut," said the woman.

Of course I feigned lack of knowledge until she came up with the doozy. "I heard them talking the other night, about your hand job, blow job and how you fuck for gifts. I heard it all. I'm thinking of calling the authorities. We shall see about this."

Knowing she had to have been making things up, or working of little pieces of information, I cautioned her to be careful what she said. She responded with a photo of me in Morely's apartment, taken from the fire walk, of me mimicking a blow job while jerking him off. 

"Not so prissy now, are we?"

I didn't think there were any laws being broken, but it could be an uncomfortable situation. I loved my job, and with the economy where it was, did not relish the thought of having to find a new one. Mr. Orvis wouldn't fire me, of course, but if enough renters knew about my activities and if others learned as well it could be uncomfortable and who knows what Mr. Orvis' boss might think. 

"You could sleep with my son. That might do it. He could use a good piece of ass. I'd keep it quiet," said the woman, almost mocking me. "God knows he's never been laid."

No way, no way I thought, but all I could do was shake my head.

I must have looked terrified, and the woman suddenly turned super nice. "Ah, come on Kimberly, take a deep breath. We can work this out like women. No problem. I was just saying Skip hasn't had a girl and probably spends more time with porn than books. Besides, I have an idea that could help all around."

She paused, as if thinking but I believe mostly for effect, allowing the situation to sink in. 

"How about if I gave Skip a hundred bucks a month allowance to do some odd jobs around here? Things you could get done on the cheap? Painting or cleaning up, sweeping and making the outside area look tidy. Maybe plant some shrubs. You'd look great with Mr. Orvis. He'd do work and wouldn't think anything about it."

I asked the woman what she would want in return, what was the catch.

The woman smiled and led me to her living room. She told me to remain standing, but sat herself on the couch.

"I want some of what the guys in the building get. Give it to me and nobody will know anything, you will have a worker you don't have to pay for, and you might even like it."

With that she lifted her skirt, slipped her hands into the elastic band of her blue panties, and slipped them down her legs. "Come on girl, get on with it," was her simple command. 

Wow, there it was in front of me, a real, genuine well-trimmed pussy. It is not as if I'd seen something for the first time, I mean, I'd been undressed before other girls before at slumber parties and caught glimpsed in locker rooms. But here was Mrs. Spencer on display just feet away from me. Her pussy hair was darker than the hair on her head, so she obviously had color used. It struck me how she took the time to carefully manicure her pussy. I mean, I spend time doing it, but I didn't expect the older woman to have the same grooming techniques.

"I'm waiting," said the woman, and as if to help spur me along she reached down and opened the petals of her pussy to my view. "Do it."

Slowly I slipped a finger along her crease, surprising myself at its wetness. She was obviously excited and actually moved to my touch. I slipped first one and then two fingers up and down her pussy, spending a little time wiggling them around in time to her movements. Soon I heard an "oh yes" from above and I knew that while I was breaking my girl-to-girl virginity I was doing something right.

Giving up the fight, I lowered my head to her core and slid my tongue up and down her slit. I'd tasted pussy before, my own, both from my fingers and on cocks I'd sucked after they'd been inside of me. But this was so much different, so very hot. I got lost in the actions, licking all over the wetness with my nose sliding along the hair above her clit. 

Soon I began nibbling and licking that sensitive bud drawing gasps and groans from above. She was pushing against my face as I devoured her snatch. On one hand I couldn't believe what I was doing, on the other it seemed so natural. I kept thinking how naughty this was, how wrong. But hearing her getting into the action and enjoying herself so much I knew it had to be right. 

"Oh yes, Kimberly, lick my snatch, lick it like that. Oh yes, that's it, do me, do me," mumbled the woman old enough to be my mother. I was licking the pussy of a lady and liking it. What had I become? I didn't care, it was so very hot. The woman rocked against me, pushing her pussy against my lips. 

Funny, she was being like a guy! I mean, she was pushing against me, but instead of a bulging cock it was a soft wet pussy. Like guys, though, the grunts and groans from above were the same. Oh, she was unladylike, but it was the same as a man humping against my mouth uttering guttural tones to my licking and sucking. 

It was as if I was in a trace, or this was a dream. I surely couldn't be going down on another woman! No way. 

Mrs. Spencer was rocking and enjoying the action, so much that soon I felt her pussy pulsating and she pulled back from me. I pushed forward kissing her pussy as much as I could as the woman because tensing up and cumming right on my mouth. Damn, that was so hot. 

The woman tensed and then there were sighs of relief. She settled back into her seat, eyes closed and a look of satisfaction on her face. 

Apparently I could add pussy licker to my expanding resume!

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The second floor apartment facing the street was an awful one to rent. It was the noisiest, closest to the street, closest to the stairway, and had been available for more than two months after the former tenant – an elderly lady – moved back in with her daughter across town. I'd had a few inquiries, but nobody took the bait. 

Despite my nocturnal activities, Mr. Orvis was somewhat worried about it vacancy, as I'd set the bar so high with the rents coming in on time and the rest of the building being filled. He wasn't mad or anything, but it was a bone of contention.

So it was with high hopes when Riley Johnson knocked on my door inquiring about the unit. Johnson, it seemed, had lost his house through divorce, and had been living at a tiny apartment. He wan't a little more room, and he said his friend Thornton recommended the building as being a nice place to live. 

Thornton? Well, I guess he also knew about the discounting offer in effect then. Damn, when will it all end? Was nothing secret anymore?

"Call me Riley, I'm not as stuffy as Thornton. Besides, who goes around only having people call him by a last name? That's weird!"

As much as I didn't want to, I sort of liked the quirky guy. He was somewhat nervous, as if he knew the "secret" I shared with some of the dwellers in the building but didn't believe it true. He looked at the unit, questioned about the laundry room, the distance to the market, and other nondescript questions. 

We sat on the window seat and talked about things in general. He was actually very pleasant to speak with, and knew a little about a lot of things. He did have a dislike for his ex-wife, on several occasions talking about her being a real bitch.

I just figured it was all about the divorce, but he opened up with details which made me think maybe the woman was a little overbearing. Riley did more than his share of work around the house. Not only the Honey Do list but also the laundry and found the time to make most of the meals and shilled out cash for her weekly shopping trip. 

In return he was badgered about this and that, embarrassed in front of her friends, and generally treated poorly for what appeared to be such a nice guy.

Finally we got around to the lease, and he said he'd sign....as long as he got the "special discount" Thornton had told him about. 

Go figure. At least I knew that was coming. What's a girl to do? 

We agreed in principle to a once a month session that he'd keep quiet about. He said he didn't believe me, but when I asked him to drop his drawers he got the picture. Down they came, displaying his briefs. Unlike the other guys, there wasn't a huge tenting in them, only a small bulge.

Stroking the pouch, I said he'd probably be more comfortable with them off. At first I believed he was simply nervous, but when he dropped the underwear I was shocked by the size of his unit. It was, well, miniscule! I'd never seen such a small dick. 

"Don't laugh at me," he said, almost begging. "Just jerk it off."

As ordered, I slipped by fingers, two of them anyway, around his tiny cock. It grew to my touch, but even at its fullest erect state couldn't have been four inches long and maybe a little more than a half inch wide. It was clearly the smallest cock I'd seen, none had been anywhere near as small. It was like a pencil, a true pencil dick!

Johnson leaned back again the window as I worked his little dick. He enjoyed my ministrations over the next 10 minutes, rocking slowly to my touch. Once I realized I wasn't going to break the thing I got a little bolder and stroked it harder. But it was clear I wasn't going to be able to make him cum. 

"Kimberly, I know it's not the deal, but if you just suck it for a little I can come. Please? I will sign a two year lease and be your favorite, best tenant. My wife refused to do it. She ridiculed me, actually told her friends about my dick size and how I couldn't satisfy her. When she fucked the guy who did our lawn and I caught them in the act I divorced her, but she got a good lawyer and the judge fucked me over in the settlement. Please, I won't tell a soul about it. Please suck my dick."

That wasn't the agreed upon deal-maker, but I felt sorry for the guy, and, if you must know, I just had to have that little missile in my mouth. I mean, it was tiny. How would it feel? I'd had an eight incher once, but most of the guys I'd been intimate with were in the 5-to-7 inch variety. Riley here was at least an inch smaller than any I'd sample, plus it was tiny all over. 

It was wrong, and I knew that sucking off my boss was one thing but a tenant? That was taking things to another level. But the guy seemed so needy, he was begging me, and I decided to do what I had to do to seal the deal but also satisfy my strange craving to suck on a tiny, tiny dick. 

Giving his cock a few more strokes I cooed a yes into his ear, threatening him with castration if he every revealed a single word about what was going to happen. He promised nobody would know. For some reason I believed him. 

Licking the tip, I smiled as the man moaned. Well, a cock was a cock, and when a girl licked one the guy liked it! Still, the dick was so small. I concentrated on the tip for a minute, but with Mr. Johnson begging I had to suck that thing. Ova ling my mouth, I slipped the thing between my lips and gently drew it into my mouth. An inch at first, but soon I was down to his pubes.

I had an entire dick in my mouth!

Deep throating, so to speak, even if it was a mini-dick. Slowly I pulled back, then went down to his stomach again. Back and forth I sucked his entire dick into and out of my hot sucking mouth.

"That is so amazing, oh my that is hot," were the words from above. The man obviously liked my work. "My wife refused me this, the bitch. Oh my you are so good. What a cocksucker."

At first I was a little put off by the little dick man speaking to me the way he was, but I soon realized it was his dick speaking and pent up frustration. I mean, yes, he had a small dick, but it was so cute sticking up rock hard even if only several inches long. It was tasty and sexy and I actually enjoyed blowing the man. I have to say it was so very different!

Still a man is a man, and my sucking got him shaken and stirred as promised, and soon his hands were cradling my head like most men do when their special girl is sucking their dick. He controlled the action, moving my head up and down on his cock. 

I did move a hand to hold the base, but he asked for me to continue with only my mouth. It was his show, so why not. I gave him a no hands blow job for another minute before the tiny dick spasmed and began shooting cum into my waiting mouth receptacle. Sucking his dick I enjoyed the naughtiness of it all, and soon relieved the man of all his cum.

Staying down on him, I let his cock wilt in my mouth before moving back and looking directly at him. Smiling, I opened my mouth, showed him his sauce, and made a production of swallowing his man sauce before wiping my hand over my mouth. 

"Oh my, Kimberly, that was so very hot. You are the absolute best. What a girl. Where do I sign?"

Another satisfied customer!

# # # # 

In the weeks since I'd sucked his cock, Mr. Orvis had been the perfect gentleman. Never a word about that night, he treated me with respect and complimented me on my work. 

When he called me down to his office I was expecting it to be all about work, and it started that way. But boy did that change.

"You've been doing great, Kimberly, I like the way the shrubs were planted out front, and even the hallways have been swept. Looks nice, real nice," said my boss with a smile. We chatted a couple minutes about the tenants, about how I liked the job, and how things were going well.

"I'd hate that to change, Kimberly, you are doing so well here. You are great to work with and things are getting done..."

Looking at him, I said there was a "but" in his voice.

He brought up Riley and the other guys, and said they seemed happy with my work, and he empathized the word work. "But I was surprised at Mrs. Spencer, I didn't think she was your type."

"Mr. Orvis!, what are you saying!" was my reply. "She's a dear friend and we talk about that ass of a son she has. She actually wanted me to, you know, include him in our deal. But I drew the line there."

"Okay, okay, I was just fishing," said my boss. "I mean, she's kind of cute, and I wondered if she might want to have dinner with me. I mean, I've been a little lonely...."

I promised I'd put in a good word for him, if he'd like, and he thanked me.

Orvis looked me up and down. I wasn't dressed up, just a tee top and sweat pants. But he had that look of a guy wanting something from a girl.

"You know I can't stop thinking about that night, I've tried, but I can't," said the man. "I am so very horny for you, I need you."

Feigning disgust, I mumbled something about men being men, always thinking about the same thing. Using power over women, making them perform.

"I'm not threatening you with your job or anything. I'm asking a favor."

With that he swiveled his chair around from under his desk and displayed his rock hard cock waving in the air with his trousers at his ankles. "Please help me, Kimberly, please?"

It was a question, and the man was obviously desperate. I stood and took a step toward the door with all intentions of leaving. But something stopped me. I looked over my shoulder at him, and he was clearly a man in need and I had a special feeling about him. Locking the door, I walked back toward the desk and shook my head.

"You are a bad, bad boy, Mr. Orvis, you are simply incorrigible."

As I slipped down in front of him on my knees I heard him call me his angel.

Grasping his cock, I jerked him off slowly. "You can't cum in my mouth, okay?"

"Oh my Kimberly, don't tease me."

"Not in my mouth."

"Deal. Just do it. Just suck my cock. Please."

Teasing more, I actually enjoyed watching him squirm. Jerking off his dick was so very sensual, and I felt a surge of power holding the man in my hand. The guy had taken a chance on me, and while I knew he was the reason I'd spent more than my share of time sitting next to renters whacking off their horny dicks, I also realized he'd done a lot for me.




How I Paid The Rent Ch. 03



Jerking his dick off I looked up at him and again called him a bad boy. Watching as his eyes closed and he enjoyed the sensations of my hand on his cock, I knew I had him right where I wanted him. I'd become pretty good at jerking guys off over the last several months, learning what they liked and what turned them on the most. 

But I knew what he really wanted, so bending my head over I gave him a prize, my lips licking the tip of his cock. That brought out some groans, made stronger when I tightened my lips and slipped them down his cock. 

"Oh Kimberly, that's awesome, go suck it, yes, that's it, do it," said the guy. 

Those words sent my head bobbing quickly rather than on the slow sucking I had started with. My head flew mercilessly back and forth on his dick, not with a lot of friction but with a lot of action and saliva. I sucked him off bouncing my head quickly and down without a great deal of friction but a whole lot of enthusiasm. 

My hair was flailing around, and I knew that had to get to Mr. Orvis because he just kept mumbling about how good he felt, how hot I was and how I made his dick jump.

Still, after a couple minutes I was spent. That head bouncing was hard work! Slowing the action, I took hold of his cock and began stroking it. With my free hand I reached back and attempted to remove by top. Sensing my futility, Mr. Orvis pulled it over my head and then thankfully unclasp my frilly black bra. Soon that was off as well, and my bare tits were on display which had the man staring!

"Do you like what you see?" was my simple question, and Mr. Orvis answered affirmatively.

"Want to cum on them?"

Assuming the grunt was a yes I stroked his dick and scooted closer to my boss. Looking up, our eyes caught but soon his were focused on my tits. He reached around and held each as I stroked his cock. The sucking, jerking and visual show got to him as he announced he was going to cum. Moving closer, I aimed his dick and soon it was firing shot after shot of sticky man sauce all over my mounds.

I couldn't help thinking at that time of how hot it was to jerk him off and have him cum all over my breasts. On one hand, it was so wanton of me to do it, all of this from my knees, but on the other I could feel how hot the older man was and how much he was enjoying the action.

"Oh Kimberly, you are simply amazing, that was awesome," said the man as he was coming down from his erotic high. "I've never felt that way with anyone, you made me cum like never before."

I think my job was secure.



How I Paid The Rent Ch. 04



This has been one heck of a year. Early on I was juggling two jobs, skimping on nearly everything and merely trying to make ends meet.

Today I got flowers on my doorstep.

Okay, lots of girls get flowers from guys. I know. But it's not just the flowers, but the new job that I've really gotten good at, as well as the people I've met. I've got a few bucks in the bank, a little bit of a wardrobe and some security.

My wrists are toned from working out too.

Oh, I haven't been to the gym, nor have I purchased any weights. I'm not lifting things around the house or the apartments I oversee for that matter, unless you consider the one trash can that has broken wheels. Nope, I haven't become one of those workout wonders who hit the gym and work out several days a week.

The stronger wrists, for those who've thankfully read the first three installments of this series, were from stroking the cocks of several men who reside in Mr. Orvis apartment building. Uh huh, you read that right, I stroke dicks as an incentive to get the apartments filled. I'm embarrassed to say it, it's somewhat humiliating, and those wrists aren't the only parts of me getting a workout over the last few months. 

Damn, what a ride this has been! On one hand, I'm happier than I was a year ago, more financially secure, and sexually, well, I'm very satisfied. But of course I know some of the things I've done were unequivocally wrong, but well, so very, very right.

Take Mr. Orvis. He took a chance on me. He had fired the former property manager of his building, and I, a resident working a couple jobs and struggling to make ends meet, was available. I volunteered; he took pity on me and gave me a shot. 

Soon I had filled vacant apartments with Mr. Morley and a man simply going by the name of Thornton. Oh, he had a first, middle and last name on the lease, but to all his friends and acquaintances he insisted on his last name being his preferred method of greeting. The guys each drove a hard bargain, a deal that required them to pay top dollar for their space and sign an iron clad lease. Oh, and in return they got a nice apartment and once a month I had to give them each a hand job, but who's asking anyway. 

Various other deals were cut over the next several months as friends told a friend or whatever, and all of a sudden, well, I had my hands full!

Okay, so much for my sense of humor, but it was true. Once a month I'd visit my clients, those who rented in the building, and, well, took care of their naughty needs. Once was talked into jerking Mr. Morley off, once we had sealed the deal and the world didn't end, the following escapades were somewhat easier. 

Mr. Orvis was more than pleased with my success, and soon I was off probation, had business cards printed and even joined the local property manager association. My job was secure.

Oh, I know it's wrong, I know some would consider me a whore --- heck some of you have written and told me just that. So I guess I am. But for me, given my situation, I justified it all as part of the all is well that ends well syndrome. I got over it. Not that I'd tell my mother what I'd done, that's for sure. But I am dealing with it. 

My college loans were being paid off ahead of schedule, I had a nice apartment, had food on the table and had even been on a couple dates with local guys who didn't know about my extra services, they not having the pleasure of having any of them.

So when Mr. Orvis called and said he wanted to meet and talk about a couple things, I was not all that worried about being called in to see the boss but was still a little apprehensive. He wasn't a renter, so he didn't get any of my special privileges, but he was my boss and on two occasions I'd, well, you know. I sucked his dick.

That sounds so wrong, but it was true. I did just that. Twice. Not to get the job, not to keep it, just, well, because. Besides, he didn't know I put in a great word for him with Mrs. Spencer, the woman more his age who had me somewhat under her thumb. Well, between her legs too, was more like it, as I'd become familiar with her pussy when she did all but blackmail me into giving her the same kind of deal as the male tenants.

Mr. Orvis had been a gentleman about his lusty goal. Well, at least as much of a gentleman as a guy who asked a girl to go down on him could be. What I mean was he didn't threaten or demand. He asked. Nicely. And sent flowers afterward. So, while we weren't dating I wasn't some girl off the street. 

It was nearly 10 when Mr. Orvis arrived. He met me in my makeshift office in the basement, a place where files bulged and one of the lights always flickered....just enough not to be fixed. It was on the list. 

Turns out the first think Mr. Orvis wanted was to thank me for my hard work and getting the apartments filled. I was doing a good job, he said, and he was appreciative. Second, he was heading out of town for two weeks, and I was going to be totally in charge. He told me not to mess up.

I took a deep breath, that wasn't so bad now, was it? Smiling at the man, I asked where he was going.

"Florida. Some old friends and I are getting together to play some golf. Relax and enjoy the sun. But I will be available if you need me," said the man. "It will be my first vacation in a couple years, and I am counting on you to keep the trains running and all that."

Telling him I'd take care of everything, and not to worry, I said everything would be okay. 

Thanking him for the flowers, I said they were much appreciated and brighten my week. 

"It was the least I could do," said the man. "You were such an angel."

We made small talk for a bit, he asked me about my new friend Caleb, the guy I'd dated a couple times. Mentioning he was nice, but it was still early, Mr. Orvis asked if we'd been intimate. Acting shocked, I said of course not.

My boss smiled an infectious smile. Something was going on in his head, laser flying around it, and we were for a moment both quiet.

He broke the silence. "So, uh, Kimberly, I will be away for a couple weeks, and I wonder if I could ask you a favor."

"Of course, Mr. Orvis, what can I do for you?"

He smiled. "Would a blow job be out of the question?"

Damn, I walked right down the primrose path right into that one. So that's the real reason for the personal visit. My boss needed his cock cleaned before he set off to the Sunshine State.

"Really, Mr. Orvis, is that what I am to you? A blow job queen or something? A receptacle that you can use to solve your man problems when you need me to?"

Hanging his head, the man stared at the floor. He didn't demand, he didn't order, he didn't make threats. He just sat there. 

What was I to do? 

"Where do you want it," was my witty reply. "Here? Now?"

The man's face brightened and his body came to life. Tongue tied, he sat there with a big smile on his face.

"Mr. Orvis, can you help me with something upstairs?"

The man stammered, thinking his blow job chance was just lost. 

Striding out of the room I pointed upstairs and told him to shut the door on his way out. Walking up the stairway I made sure my hips moved back and forth, the way they would have if I'd been wearing heels. But today I had on sneakers, so I had to work on my sway for the man. 

Toward the top of the stairwell he caught up to me and grabbed both of my ass cheeks, fondling them.

"Mr. Orvis!" I said with vigor, "Keep your hands to yourself. Do not sample the merchandise."

We walked upstairs, side by side now, back to being co-workers. We greeted a couple tenants, looked at some frayed carpet, and when the coast was clear I slipped him inside my apartment. 

"We have to be careful, very careful, because I do not want others to know about this," was my cautious comment. "I don't generally bring guys here, and I surely don't do what we're going to do here."

I really think the man was, well, caught totally off guard. I think he thought he was getting a quick salami munching session in my office, and instead he was deep in my lair. 

Directing my boss to the chair in the corner, I slipped over and kissed his cheek while slipping my hand down to his crotch. There I found something growing as I played with it, slowly stroking his manhood while kissing behind his ear.

"So, do you think you will me missing me, sir?" I cooed. "Are you afraid that little Mr. Orvis down here might not get satisfied down in the Sunshine State? Let me see what I can do to ensure your visit ends and you are back here soon!"

Unzipping his fly, I slipped down onto my knees and reached around in his pants, eventually finding the man's hard cock. It was silky soft, and I was starting to enjoy it. With my other hand I unhooked the clasp of his pants and started maneuvering them down. It was a feat, and soon I realized I had to let go of his cock to get the job done. 

First came his pants, then his briefs, and there unveiled before me was a rock hard cock pointing up toward the ceiling. His did wasn't the largest, but it was soft yet powerful. It throbbed to my touch. Touching it drew grunts from deep within the man. 

"Oh Kimberly, you tease, oh that feels so very good, so very good indeed," said the man. "You just have to suck it, please suck it."

Continuing to stroke my boss' dick, I asked if he was sure. If he really wanted me to suck his cock. The words coming out of my mouth just set him crazy.

"Yes, yes, yes, suck my cock. Please Kimberly, you have to do it, you have to suck my cock right now."

Lowering my head, I licked the tip. Not exactly sucking his dick but he did love the feel of my tongue on his throbbing manhood. I licked around the top before starting down the stem, all the way down to his balls and then right back up. Alternating licks with kisses of his cock. The man when nuts when I simply kissed his dick.

"Don't forget the balls, kiss my balls too, kiss them and lick them you angel."

The guy wasn't much for words but he did give pertinent quick direction. I did as asked, holding his hard cock in one hand and lifting it up and away from his midsection. Then I bent down and licked all over and around those hairy balls of his. Alternating licks with kisses, I made the man groan while laboring over his balls and stroking his cock.

"That is fantastic, girl, you are simply amazing," were the words heard from above. "Oh yes, be careful, suck those balls, stroke that cock. Oh yes, you are going to make me cum you vixen."

Guessing he liked what I was doing, I continued my licking and kissing ways on his ball sac. His cock seemed to grow to my stroking, and soon I heard a guttural moan. "It's time, Kimberly, I'm going to cum. Get your mouth up there, suck my cock."

It isn't easy being a man toy. I mean, ordering me to do this and that while I'm enjoying myself. I liked licking his balls, but when he made his command I had the sack in my mouth. Extricating myself from that, without causing him damage, took a few seconds. I hadn't stopped jerking him, so my the time my head was moving up toward his cock it had already began to spurt.

The first volley hit my forehead and hair, while the second was a direct hit just above my nose and right between my eyes. Subsequent shots of man sauce did make it into my mouth as I worked his dick and sucked out all his cum. 

"Oh yes, that's so hot, suck me off girl. Oh yes, you have a face full of cum, you look so beautiful," said the man. I heard a click and looked up, but it was too late. My coated face was now saved for posterity on his phone camera. "Damn, girl, that's so hot. Keep sucking. Oh yes, I will jerk off to this down in Florida. You are amazing."

Pissed about the picture I didn't complain until I had fully taken care of his still hard cock. Licking up all the cum, and making a production of using a finger to move it away from my eyes and into my mouth, I smiled at the guy.

"I must look a mess."

Mr. Orvis smiled. "You look absolutely adorable....and don't worry, that photo is just for me."

The man kept to his word. I never heard a thing about that photo, although I later found out he had taken several of my naughty mouth actions. Yet he was a true gentleman and kept the photos to himself. In fact, when he called from Florida, he made note of the fact that he's whacked off several times that week to the photos, so I think he had a thing for me and them.

With the boss away I was a little less careful with my time, but didn't neglect any duties. I worked a new contract with the trash removal service, had a painter redo the basement steps in white rather than the darker shade of whatever that was left over from years before. I mean, it was like walking down to a dungeon, not that I'd ever been in a dungeon but you know what I mean.

On Tuesday night I provided my hand "service" to Mr. Morley, who couldn't have been nicer, and the following night I took care of Thornton who actually took me out for a sandwich after the hand job nice guy that he is. On the way back to the apartment I actually fell into an embrace with him near an alleyway where we kissed and he fondled my ass. I made sure he knew that nothing more would happen. The following day he said I hadn't completely satisfied him the night before as he had to jerk off after our little alley action. But he said it with a big smile. 

Yes, things were going well. 

# # # # # #

The second week of Mr. Orvis' jaunt to Florida was filled with normal tasks around the building. There were bills to pay, to-do lists to complete, a broken window from an errant baseball (yes, whoever skipped without taking responsibility) and some general maintenance work. Just a normal week, all part of the job.

The job had become very likeable. Oh, not just the regular paycheck but also the people. By and large most of the tenants were really likeable people. Oh, I know what you are thinking; some of them liked things because of their special deals that I fulfilled, but I it's not as if I was doing every tenant in the place or anything. Just a handful of special deals that I actually kind of enjoyed. 

I enjoyed the give and take with Mr. Morley and Thornton, somewhat less with Mrs. Spencer and a whole lot more with Riley Johnson. The fact that Mrs. Spencer convinced and cajoled me to lick her perfectly trimmed pussy, something I'd never even remotely thought about in my wildest dreams before her. Look, I didn't love doing it, but I did, and quite frankly, I'd masturbated a couple times since thinking about being between her legs and orally satisfying the older woman. 

Riley Johnson was a whole different situation. The guy was really a nice, sweet man who was bitter about a bitch ex-wife that basically abused him because of his tiny cock. Anytime something went wrong in their marriage, it was his fault. Normally his pencil-sized dick fault, as he said it. I had no reason to disbelieve him, because everything about him said he was a nice man. 

I did worry that he might spill the beans to Morley and Thornton --- that sounds like a law firm by the way. I didn't want to be on my knees sucking cock of every tenant now, did I? I mean, I didn't want to be a Stephanie Crawford, did I? Who's Stephanie Crawford? Why a high school classmate who allegedly sucked off more than half the male members of our graduation class.

Stephanie was the go to girl for a blow job and downright proud of it. She had some principles, like requiring a trip to the malt shop first before getting down on her knees or leaning across the front seat of a guy's car. Once it was rumored she was out with Ben Friday and they were at the malt shop when she slipped out to go to the rest room. Only she went past and sucked off the football team's starting quarterback in the back alley. That quick BJ took less than five minutes, and she was back sitting with Ben at the table in no time. Rumor has it she kissed him before sitting down. 

No, I wasn't a slut like Stephanie. But I knew that I'd pushed the limits of decency with some of my escapades at the apartment house. Still it was like the greater good. My actions had made things better for me, Mr. Orvis and hopefully the tenants too. Things were going well, and I liked that!

Riley was a pistol. He had been put down and humiliated so often by his ex-wife I actually think he was amazed he could convince me to be a bad girl. Okay, so I had my reasons, but he was so cuddly and friendly and just a real nice guy. Oh, a real nice guy with a miniature cock. I mean, there are girls with tiny boobs but I've never heard of a guy who didn't want to suck them. And while Riley's cock was small, heck, it was quite thrilling to see him go wild with a simple touch. 

It was such a different experience for me, it was very exciting to know that I could work his dick is no many ways and just hear his enjoyment. I loved his excitement when I played with him, and while jerking him off was something I hate to admit orally satisfying the man was beyond that. I mean, it got me tingly all over playing with that little thing. 

After our first interlude, Riley would stop by my office and see if I'd be available for a meeting...his code for me taking care of him. It was always 30 days after the last one because, well, we had a deal. And he told me he loved it so much he didn't want to wait longer. But he always asked if it was okay, and that he'd understand if I didn't want to get together. Point is, we had a deal but he gave me an out, and that was so sweet. It made me feel like we were, well, dating. 

Our most recent meeting was very special. He stopped by early in the week and asked if the following night was good for a meeting. I agreed, and he asked if I liked Chinese food. I said yes, and he said to be at his apartment at 7:30. When I arrived the aroma of Moo Goo Gai Pan and ribs and wanton soup was evident. He welcomed me, handed me a glass of white wine, and said I looked adorable. I was in a bright pink tee top with knee length skirt and tennis shoes, not exactly dressed up, but he complimented the look.

We ate dinner and laughed at the fortunes in the cookies, adding "in bed" at the end of each of the sayings. We spoke for a while before he poured me another glass of wine and excused himself to take a shower. Well, he didn't actually say he was taking a shower, but once he left the room I heard it running. Wow, he was cleaning up for me! It's a little thing, but it made me feel special.

It was a fast one, as he couldn't have been gone 10 minutes. In the meantime I looked around his room, noting the knick knacks and items on the shelves. He had some memorabilia from sports that was interesting, and a couple bowls of matches from places he'd been too. 

He came back into the room in shorts and a tee shirt, casual but presentable, and smiled a beaming smile that I could read as anticipation. 

"Thanks for waiting," was all he said. "Can I freshen your wine?" 

I stopped him with my glass half full, setting the goblet down on the table and patting the loveseat area next to me. Riley sat and I pulled him close, pushing his head against my neck where he proceeded to nuzzle against me scattering hot breath with kisses there. All the while I was stroking his leg, up and down but not touching his manhood. Glancing down I could see twitching, so I know my actions were having their desired effect. 

Soon I was caressing his cock, still protected by his shorts and underwear I surmised. Moving my hand around, I played and stroked and felt it grow in his pants. His kisses on my neck felt wonderful, and I was getting a little tingly before coming to my senses and remembering what was the plan. Slipping onto my knees in front of the horny man I reached up and slipped down his shorts. 

He was lying in front of me, a small tent in his undies, and I looked into his eyes as I caressed the little bulge. 




How I Paid The Rent Ch. 04



"You have a nice cock, it's a nice, suckable cock," was my quiet story to the man. 

He grimaced a little, but I could tell he liked the idea of a girl telling him he had a nice cock. He obviously didn't hear that a lot over the years, and given that his ex-wife consistently and constantly mocked the size of his manhood I knew my comments must have sounded like perfect music to his ears. 

Leaning over, I sucked his underwear, cock underneath. Just that action alone brought forth an "Oh my goodness" from below. 

I felt so in control, so sexy down there between his legs playing with his dick. The fact that there was the cotton underwear between us was all the more exciting. Soon I was reaching up and slipping the undies off, dropping them with the shorts, and smiling at the man. His hands were to his sides, holding the loveseat tightly as his dick rose to its full extension. 

Okay, it wasn't big. It was most likely three-and-three-quarters inches or less and not that much girth. I mean, truthfully, it wasn't a mouthful. But it proudly stood up and I could tell he was in awe at my brashness and sensitivity. An idea struck, and I pushed him up to his feet as his eyes questioned the action. 

Standing there, I reached over and took a small sip of wine. "I don't know what it is, but this wine tastes a little flat, a little off."

Riley was shocked, and said he'd open another bottle. He said it was his best wine. He was still apologizing when I shushed him up. Smiling I grasp his little dick and moved it forward. With my other hand I moved the goblet next to him, and soon I was dipping his dick into the wine and letting it soak. After a few seconds I removed the dick from the glass and began licking it.

"Damn, now that's good wine, perfect," was my comment. "Perfect in every way."

Slipping it back into the goblet, the dick again soaked before I slipped the goblet back to the table and began my licking action on his dick. Around the tip I went, then down the shaft to his balls. Once clean of all the wine I began stroking the cock slowly while looking right into his eyes.

"You have a great dick, it's super."

The cock pulsated in my hand and I knew he was close so I knew what my next action would be. I slipped my lips over the dick and tightened, slipping down the cock slowly as I could. Reaching the base I kept my lips glued there while I handled his ball gently below, making sure a finger slipped up and down his ass crack. 

The moans from above were constant, and I felt the dick pulsate in my mouth. He was going to cum! And I had barely done any work!

Moving my lips up from the base only an inch or so, I quickly bobbed my head up and down his dick. He told me to move off, that he was going to cum, but there was no way I was going to let even a drop get away from me. Soon he was shooting a copious load of man sauce into my cocksucking mouth. It was awesome. 

He reached over and held my head in place as his dick erupted in my wet mouth. I continued the sucking action, but not moving my head. I just alternated pressure in my lips on the base of his dick, milking the works from deep inside. I didn't spill a drop!

Looking up at the man, with his dick still in my mouth, I swallowed several times so he knew there was all that cum going down to my stomach. His eyes went back into his head and he flopped back in the seat, totally spent. 

Still, I kept his dick in my mouth, only now I was slowly sucking up and down the cock. There was no doubt he was enjoying it, given the moans that were coming from deep inside his throat. For me, well, I had the intense satisfaction of bringing him off and totally working that little dick like it was my own little play toy.

Riley soon came to his senses and kept telling me how wonderful the blow job was, and I kept thanking him for allowing me to do the job! I know I was playing with his ego, but he needed it! 

The next day there were flowers delivered, the card just signed "A Friend." 

I wondered who they were from but believed it had to be Riley. That night, he stopped by my office and smiled. Yes, it was he. 

You know there was a deal with Riley, I know it too. A little action once a month was the deal. But that night I ordered take out and brought it up to his apartment. Hate to admit it, but that night I jerked his little dick off once again and let him cum in my mouth for the second consecutive night. It was awesome.



How I Paid The Rent



Damn, that yapping would wake the dead, it was incessant. He just could not shut up. He had a thought about everything, from politics to sports, from fashion, yes fashion to the soaps. This guy knew a little bit about everything and had an opinion on everything as well. Plus he had this mustache that was, well, odd.

It was the thin kind, but wasn't, well, evening. If you looked right at him, well it was about a half inch longer on one side of his face than the other. I couldn't help myself, it was a like a blemish or a hickey or a mole, you can't help looking at them.

Throughout his observation of the apartment he kept noticing little problems with this or that, pointing them out to me. At first I thought he wanted me to get them fixed, but I realized he was just picky when he pointed out the chair rail molding in the living room was too low, that it would have looked better a little higher.

I just wanted to tell him his mustache would look better if it was evenly cut, but didn't have the nerve to say such a thing. Besides, he might respond that I was 8 pounds overweight or that my hair wasn't brushed to perfection or something. 

We continued to discuss this or that when I mentioned I had another appointment for the apartment coming and it would be awkward to show it while he was in it. I had totally made that up, but it was the only way I thought I could get him to make a decision and end this charade. I mean, I did have other things I needed to do besides rent this apartment. There was paperwork to deal with and I did need to call a handyman for the plumbing in 2D.

The guy looked at me and smiled. "You drive a hard bargain. There are lots of flaws here. But it's a nice place, quiet, and while it's a little more than I am paying now the people I know here are nice," said the guy. "You'd have to call me Thornton, right, I like that best. My last name as my first, but it's my choice right? And I can move in next week, right?"

I said all that was doable, and that I'd have the place cleaned the following day. I'd throw in a meal at the corner bar for two as well. 

"You're a nice girl, right, thanks. That's a nice incentive, right, and I'd if you make it for three you and Morley can join me, right. How's that. Oh, and one other thing and we can call this a deal, right?"

Looking at the man, I shrugged, as if to say of course. 

He smiled and just said, "Right."

Then he looked around the room and settled on the window seat. "Okay, I will take it, but on one condition, right. I get the same deal as Morley, right. Come over here and take care of Mr. Lucky!"

Oh my goodness, the two men had talked about more than the apartment. Morley told Thornton about our little secret deal a deal that apparently wasn't that secret as all. I watched as Thornton saw down and unzipped his trousers and slipped them to his knees. He lifted again and slipped down his jockeys, unleashing a small, thick cock. Small, in that it lacked some of Morley's length, but thick in that it doubled his girth.

Damn, that was the thickest cock I'd ever seen. It must have been a couple inches around. It was rock hard too, waiting for my handiwork.

Well, in for a penny, in for a pound I thought to myself. Sitting next to him, a replay of the first time with Mr. Morley, I slowly caressed his thigh and gazed at his cock. 

"It would be better for me, right, if you removed your top, young lady." 

Of course it would. I did as I was told and sat down next to him. I was glad I had worn my push up bra that really accentuated my breasts, because that could help get this over with quicker. 

Thornton scooted back against the window sill and I reached over and grasp that cock of his. At first, my fingers played a little, almost tickling his dick. Realizing he was fully extended, I slowly began stroking it. At first it took a little to get the, well, feel of it. It was so much wider than any cock I'd jerked off, and I wasn't sure of the action needed. 

Soon though it became, well, second hand to me, as I could hear from his grunts and groans that while I might not be jerking him off to perfection I was getting the desired reaction. He really, really liked it.

"Jerk me off honey, make my dick love your hand, right! You've got it, that's it, jerk me off you little slut."

Truthfully, I didn't like some of his words, but I knew they were in the throes of passion. Any why not, as how many times does a 60-year-old get his cock jerked off by a 20-something girl? Damn, even I was thinking this was so wrong and so hot. I mean, he was like putty in my hand and I had some real power here. 

Making the most of my actions and time, I alternated show sensuous strokes with a series of quick ones. It brought forth more grunts from the guy, as he loved the buildup of the slower stroke that led to the dick tingling quicker strokes later. 

"Oh yes, you've got it, it's going to cum soon. Keep jerking me off, right, keep stroking my big dick. You are a good slut I tell you. Oh yes, I'm going to cum right now, I'm going to cum all over. Yes!"

The guy shut up as his cock started spurting it's pent up desire. The first spurt found its way up in the air, some of it landing on my tummy and some on my bra. Subsequent spurts weren't as loaded, but there was a lot getting all over his thighs, my hands and wrist. Even after he was done I kept stroking his cock as it subsided, using his cum sauce to grease further the action. 

Thornton was lifeless, and I worried he'd had a heart attack or something, but soon he opened his eyes and smiled. "You are really a lovely angel, right, you are so very sweet. Damn, I think I'm in love with your hand."

Shaking my head, I told him this was supposed to be a secret and he promised that he wouldn't tell anyone, except Mr. Morely to "trade notes on my expertise." 

After cleaning up, getting the lease signed and escorting our new tenant to the door, I turned and nearly walked into Mr. Orvis.

"So you've done another one?" he said with a knowing leer. 

Mentioning I had no idea what he was talking about, I handed him the lease. Mission accomplished.