2 comments/ 73412 views/ 4 favorites Creative Rent By: DutchMafia I'm a pretty easy going guy as far as my landlady is concerned. I don't throw wild parties or make a lot of noise. I go to bed at a reasonable hour and my apartment doesn't get abused. Having listened to her stories about previous tenants, I was of the mind that she should be glad to have me renting from her. Still, when I got laid off and realized that the 'ol bank account wasn't going to cover the rent for the month, I knew that she had every right to send me packing. On the other hand, I thought, I might have a chance at getting some sort of an extension if I was upfront about it instead of waiting until the last minute and being late. As I approached her door, I heard her voice apparently talking on the phone from inside. "Damn it!" she yelled, "I didn't need to have that kind of news today." Even before I knocked, I realized that this was probably a losing proposition and my time would be better spent trying to pawn my already second rate sofa. However, in all reality this was my best chance to keep a roof over my head and so I knocked. She answered the door wearing a sweat suit and a frown. Her demeanor didn't brighten much when she saw me, but at least she tried to fake a smile. Whatever was bothering her, it must've been a real pain in the butt. We exchanged greetings and then I figured it was now or never and dove right in. "This is not what I wanted to hear this morning," she said after I'd gotten through explaining how I was sure I'd be employed again soon and if she could give me a break I'd make it up to her with a little extra. She continued, "I just stopped smoking and just got word that my car is going to be in the shop for the next two days so I'm a little bit stressed out. Now you can't pay your rent? I ought to boot you to the curb." "If you're having car trouble, maybe I could help you out by driving you around. Is there anywhere that I could take you?" I asked, ever trying to get some sort of bargaining position. "I was going to have a massage this morning," she said, "but since I can't get my car, I couldn't get to the appointment and now I'm out fifty-bucks since I already paid for it and since I had to cancel so close to the appointment, they won't refund the money." A light seemed to click in her head. "I tell you what though, if you can give me a halfway decent massage, I'll extend your due date for the rent by a day." It wasn't much, but it seemed like the best deal I was going to get so I agreed and followed her in the door. We walked into the living room and she instructed me to pull the cushions off the couch and set them in a row on the ground. After that she disappeared into the bathroom and returned with a bottle of baby oil. She dropped it next to the cushions and looked me over. "You know, my normal masseuse usually uses something with a scent of some sort, but this baby oil will have to due today. If you're any good at this, then you'll have to buy something for the aroma therapy, but we won't get ahead of ourselves." "Since you're not a professional, I think I deserve a show in addition to the rub down. Why don't you do this massage in your underwear?" She smiles as she made this "request." Personally, I could think of quite a few reasons why I wouldn't do the massage in my underwear, but the thought of spending the night at the YMCA was a good reason to do it in my skivvies, so to my boxers I stripped. "Good" she smirked (nothing like getting smirked at when you're nearly naked in front of your land lady to make you self-conscious.) "Now, go ahead and take off all of my clothes, then I'll lay down on the cushions and you can give me my rub down." I walked up to her and tentatively pulled her sweatshirt over her head, revealing a sports bra underneath. While I did this, it occurred to me that this massage was getting less and less professional by the second, but all I could do was play along. Her sweatpants came off next leaving her in only the bra and a bikini brief. I struggled with the bra a bit and the panties came off easily. Once in the buff, I did my best to avert my eyes and she laid down and motioned towards the baby oil for me to begin. I put some onto my hands and began to rub her shoulders. Gently at first and then gradually increasing pressure. From the shoulders I moved to the neck and then the upper back, making sure to use my weight for pressure and not my arm strength. I could feel her muscles loosening beneath me and I started to actually take some pride in doing the job well, almost enough to forget that it was really important that I do it well. I kept on going to her lower back, using more and more of the oil to make sure things stayed smooth. When I got to her rear, I thought I heard a little moan when I started moving her cheeks in a circular motion. It didn't surprise me since I knew there was a sexual game going on by now, I just didn't know how far it was going to go. I started working my thumbs into her thighs, trying to get as much pressure into her flesh as I could. The muscles went deep and it was hard work trying to make sure that everything was rubbed well. When my hands were inside of her thighs, I knew I could feel a growing heat coming from between her legs, and frankly, I began feeling something rise between mine which would be embarrassing is she decided to roll over and take a look. Maybe I lingered there a little too long because after a minute I know I heard a distinctive moan and it was gradually getting hotter and hotter there. Soon, I knew it was time to move on and I finished with her calves and feet. She rolled over and propped herself up on her elbows. Looking down at me at her feet she rolled her eyes and said, "Sorry, that wasn't good enough. But I'll give you one more chance. Do everything that you just did again, but this time do it with your lips and tongue and I'll give you that day extension on your rent. Oh, and lose the underwear. New rule in my house, no one gets to wear more clothes than me." She watched me take off my underwear with my back turned to her and as I tried to cover myself with my hands as I sat down next to her. She playfully peaked over my hands and gave a laugh as she rolled back onto her stomach. I began my second pass over her back by leaning over her and then straddling her. As I leaned over to kiss her neck I could feel my cock bounce into her lower back. I'm sure she felt it too but there wasn't anything I could do. I began kissing and licking her ear lobes and neck. This elicited a now almost familiar moan. I shuffled my hands and knees further down her body and left a trail of kisses across her shoulder blades to her spine. I then licked down her spine, realizing that I'd probably used too much baby oil and not enjoying the taste that much. But I kept on going and kissed and licked her lower back, ribs, and flanks. Moving back to the center of her back, I licked down her spine until her cheeks began to part and then started making circles with my tongue all over one side and then the other. For her legs, I started going down the outside of her thighs and then worked up the top of them until I was back at her read end. Then I went down to her knees and started working up the inside of her thighs, kissing and licking both sides as I went. As I did that, she began parting her legs the further up I got. When I got to the top of her thighs, I could feel a strong heat coming from her and her womanly scent was all around me. Looking up, I could see her and then I heard her voice saying, "I think you know what to do now." So I started licking as best I could with my face between her legs and as close to the ground as I could get. After a little of this, she obviously got frustrated and rolled over so that I could get a better angle. Once she was on her back though, she grabbed my head and pushed me into her, legs spread wide open, and hands securely behind my head. My nose and tongue slipped in between her folds and she began bucking against my face. I finally began slipping my tongue in and out of her as best I could while my nose nuzzled back and forth against her clit. It didn't take long and she had moved from moaning to screaming. My face was soaked with her juices and I tried to lap them up as best I could. The bucking against my face continued and I tongued her with everything that I had until she gave one last loud scream and fell back against the cushions. I made sure to finish from her knees down while she recovered. When I'd finished kissing her feet I sat down next to her, waiting for whatever was going to come next. It seemed like quite a while before she was ready to speak, but she managed to eventually. "OK, that was good for a one day extension. You'd better plan on making that an every day event until you can pay me the rent. Come to think of it, since you'll be sure to be job hunting, why don't you come by every morning around eight or so and you can give me a massage for an hour before you leave. I might also need for you to join me in the shower so you can wash me and it's such a pain to lean over to shave my legs so you can take care of that. Do you know how to paint nails by any chance? I mean, I like doing it myself, but it might be fun to have you do them once in a while. Oh yeah, and since you offered, I'm going to need a ride to the store tonight. You're such a nice boy. Be ready to go in half an hour." Creative Rent Ch. 02-03 Chapter 2 At seven-thirty the next morning I stood in the shower pondering the drive we'd taken the night before. We went to her gym so she could work out. I didn't have a membership so I got to stay in the car. Then we went to the grocery store. One doesn't need a membership for the store, but I got to wait in the car anyways. I'd made a mental note to take a newspaper or paperback the next time I took my landlady anywhere. I was also thinking about where I was going to go for a job. There was the résumé to update and cover letters to draft. I figured I could spend a week working just on getting work. I thought about all that in the ten minutes I was in the shower, then while I ate my bagel and still as I walked over to her place. I hoped it wasn't going to take that long today because as much as I enjoyed giving head, I did need a job and should start looking for one right away. "The way I see it," she began when she answered the door, "you usually pay five hundred a month in rent. Your time isn't worth anymore than ten dollars an hour to me so that works out to fifty hours a month. You'll probably want weekends off so that works out to two and a half hours every day working for me." I quickly realized that I wasn't going to get to those cover letters anytime soon. "Now, get your butt in here, strip, and we'll get started." That morning I worked for an hour, in the buff, doing household chores. I swept the floors, vacuumed rugs, did some dishes, and a host of other things. She had a list and did nothing but walk behind me, keeping me on task. Once in a while she'd reach out and squeeze my butt or put a hand on my shoulder but for the most part it was just work. Then she decided it was time to move on to less mundane things. That morning she decided that she wanted to try her hand at painting... me. She had me put on newspapers on her floor and then I had to lie on my back on top of them while she rummaged through her closet, whistling while she set out paints and brushes. She looked me over with an appraising eye and then nodded to herself. The first stroke was with a thick brush and had black paint all over it. It went on cold over my chest. Soon, my entire torso and belly was covered in black paint. My sides and arms were next, still with the heavy brush and all in black. I wasn't sure what she was doing, but it beat scrubbing her toilet so I didn't complain. My legs were next and that left my face and penis without paint. Then she told me to stand up and continued painting me black up and down my back. After she was done with that she grabbed a smaller brush and got red paint. She grabbed a chair, sat in front of me, and started painting my testicles and penis red! After that, she walked back to her closet and came back with an item in each hand. In her left hand, she held a camera. In her right, she had a gorilla mask. My panic at seeing the camera was held at bay a little by seeing that at least my face wasn't going to be on the pictures. I relaxed a bit. Then she raised the camera and started taking pictures without giving me the mask. I stopped relaxing and a cold pit started developing in my stomach as I realized it was a digital camera. Images of blackmail and extortion came to mind and then I realized I didn't really have much for her to extort and since I was out of a job, who was she going to blackmail me with? Those thoughts weren't much comfort though and it must've been conveyed in my body language. She started giving me directions for posing. She had me standing with my hands on my hips, squatting, holding my cock out, and then some shots of my rear end. After about twenty pictures she tossed me the mask and told me to put it on. She took another five shots with the gorilla mask and then told me I could go home for the day. "That was fun," she said, "but the paint didn't go on very smoothly because of all of your body hair. You should shave everything below your neck so that when we do this again it goes on better. Oh, and I might want to try again tomorrow so I hope you have a razor at your place." Chapter 3 I went home late in the morning still completely painted. The clothes that I had put on over my painted skin were filthy of course and I spent the better part of an hour in the shower scrubbing off all the paint. It was tough trying to get some of it off my back, but eventually I managed. Once I was done, my morning was gone and I still needed to get to work trying to find work. Paying rent was starting to look a lot more attractive than it had just a few days ago and I really needed to find a job quickly. I scoured the net and the want ads, made up cover letters, and around 3:30, I was ready to head out and start pressing flesh to get the new job. It was a productive hour and a half until the close of business. I'd made a list of places with addresses and many of the names of the managers so I could address the cover letters to them personally. I was on the ball and, I thought, doing a great job trying to get a job. On the way home, I stopped by the drug store and picked up a can of shaving cream and a few extra razor blades. Part of me couldn't believe that I was even seriously considering allowing that crazy landlord to paint me again, but then that part of me wasn't thinking about sleeping on the street either. Once I got home she was standing in front of my door. She told me that I was going to take her out to run some errands. So I threw the remainder of my cover letters and the razor blades into the back seat to make room for her and off we went. This excursion was different from the first one because I was allowed out of the car. Not only that, I was told to go into stores for her and pick up the items that she wanted. At one of the stores, she looked at what I'd picked up for her and she sent me back in to return it and then get something else. All in all, it seemed like an annoying game and I was happy to get home later that evening. Once we were back we went to our own places and I started seriously considering how to remove all of my body hair below the neck. I started with my electric shaver and did my legs. It felt so weird! I'm not an especially hairy guy, but my legs felt cool after that and I felt the breeze on them as I walked. Once the electric razor had trimmed things down to a manageable level, I stood in my shower, slathered on the shaving cream and went to it. Twenty minutes later I had a whole new respect for women. The whole shaving the leg thing was a pain in the butt! Which reminded me, I also had to get the hairs back there too... another challenge. The chest and armpits weren't that back, although by the time I was done I felt very emasculated. I hoped that this wasn't going to have to be an every day thing and that the human canvas she wanted would soon wear off as a novelty and I could go back to being a somewhat hairy man again. By the time I was done, I was tired, cold, cut in a few places, and definitely ready for bed... The alarm went off the next morning, but I chose to ignore it. Oops. After a quick shower and a bite to eat I appeared at her door ten minutes after eight. When she answered my knocking, she appeared very unhappy. "You're ten minutes late," she said. "Get your butt in here and strip down." I dragged myself in and started taking off my clothes. Once naked she told me to stand still and let her look me over. She walked around me several times looking me up and down. Soon, she started putting her hands on me where I'd shaved. She felt my chest and then ran her hands up and down my legs. She lightly grabbed my balls and felt around to make sure that I'd done a good job. "We're not going to paint today," she said. "You're going to shower me and then we're going to have a talk." So we went to the shower and I took off her clothes. I turned on the water and we got in. She, of course, stood in the stream while I stood at the back of the tub getting cold. She had me get soap wet and then I lathered her body. While I did this, I gave her a sort of mini-massage, rubbing the soap onto her body and rubbing her muscles at the same time. I knew I'd been late and wanted to avoid whatever repercussions she'd thought up for that. I kept on soaping her body down as I knelt in front of her. She turned around slowly so that I could get every part of her. She made sure that my massage techniques were put to good use when I got between her legs. I'm certain that some of the wetness I felt wasn't coming from the shower head. I put my fingers into her and slowly moved them in circles. Her moaning started quickly as I started using my thumb to press on her clit. I reached around her with my free hand and grabbed her rear to pull her close to me. My face was right against her belly and I started to move my hand faster and faster. She bucked against me and when she finally came, she screamed and grabbed my head hard by the few hairs I had left. She had me finish the washing quickly after that and once her hair had been washed and conditioned we got out of the shower. I dried her off and we walked to her room and she dressed herself. She did not leave me a towel however, and I was left to drip dry. I met her in the kitchen after about ten minutes and she showed me what she'd been up to the night before. It seems that while we were running her errands, she'd found my list of possible employers. She thought it would be funny to send out copies of some of the pictures she'd taken yesterday to them. I cold pit formed in my stomach. Why would anyone possibly do this? I didn't have to wait long for the answer. "Here's the truth," she said, "I really enjoyed having you that first morning. I also enjoyed not having to clean my apartment. It's nice having you around to do this stuff for me. Now, don't get me wrong, I want you to get a job so that you can pay me rent. I've got to make some money off that apartment. However, I also have to have my personal needs met now too and I think you're the guy who's going to meet them for me." "So here's how this is going to work. You're going to get your nine to five job wherever you can find it. Then, you're going to come by at night and basically be my bitch. You're going to clean, give me a massage, give me head, and if you're good, maybe I'll find a use for that funny looking thing that's hanging between your legs too. What you're not going to do is get a new apartment. If you do, I'll send off one of these pictures with a note describing what a pervert you are. It probably wouldn't make your future boss to happy. Anyways, that's how it's going to be and right now, I'm hungry for some bacon and eggs. I think you're going to be the one cooking today. I'll be in the living room. That's where you can take my coffee, sugar without cream by the way. Have fun learning your way around the kitchen!" I spent the rest of the morning learning that nudity and bacon grease do not make for happy bedfellows Creative Rent Ch. 04 I spent the rest of that morning waiting on her and I did all of the things she said I'd do, except that she never found a use for what she called the funny looking thing between my legs. By the time I got back to my apartment that afternoon, I was longing for a normal job. It would've been lovely just to work for a hard-to-please boss, but working for a hard-to-please boss that made you go around naked, blackmailed you, and had you service her every need, sexual and otherwise, was getting tedious. I had hoped to find something on the answering machine, but it didn't happen that afternoon. I spent the time trying to find new places to apply and trying to figure out a way to remain in the city and move out of my apartment. The next morning, I showed up on time. She silently opened the door and I knew the routine by now. I stripped, set my clothes in the corner, and began doing her housework. She still followed me around, but didn't criticize me quite as much. I was figuring out the way she wanted things done. I also noticed that she was reaching out and touching me a bit more, especially my cock and balls. In fact, while I was finishing up she walked up behind me and began to stroke me. I got hard quickly and began to think that I was going to get lucky and a little payback for all the hard work I'd been doing. But, she surprised me again and before I knew it a cock-ring was on me. She took me back into the living room and had me put the papers down again. It seemed that she was feeling artistic again. Her animal lust continued that morning, but instead of a red cocked gorilla, today I was going to be transformed into a tiger. Orange and black paints came out of the closet and my landlady began tracing out the patterns of my stripes with a small brush. It's hard to describe the feeling of the cold paint on my body, especially after being teased the way she'd been teasing me. Even as she painted, she would occasionally let her spare hand feel me up in an almost nonchalant way. Soon my body had the general outline of stripes and a medium sized brush came out to fill it all in. Beginning at my ankles, I had two or three inch stripes all the way up to my neck and I have to admit that even I noticed how much easier the paint went on without hair on my body. My face was done in the same style. I had a black nose and she even went so far as to paint my eyelids. When she was done she brought out a mirror for me to look at myself and I was surprised at how good it looked. After that, she had me stand in place and not move for about half an hour to make sure that all the paint had dried on me. I thought I knew what was coming next. She pulled out the camera and set it on the table. "We've almost completed the picture of a tiger. I'm going to take some pictures of you next so I'll need to have you on all fours. Now this next part might make you a little uncomfortable," she said in a way that made me sure that the last thing she was concerned with was my comfort, "but I'm sure you'll get used to it You see, you can't have a tiger without a tail so last night I put together this special tail just for you." I looked up to see what she was talking about. She had in her hands a furry looking tail that was long and round and was even colored to match my new paint scheme. What was most interesting though, was how it was attached. She'd taken a butt plug and put the tail on it. It seemed that she was going to put the plug into me and that would complete her picture. Presumably, I would have to pose with it for as long a photo session that she wanted. At that moment, I felt a curling feeling in my stomach. "From the look on your face, I think you know how this is going to work," she said, "Why don't you go ahead and put it in yourself?" I blanched a bit at that. I didn't really want anything put in me, let alone have to put anything into me myself. But I thought at least it won't be too rough. That said, it was a challenge. She openly laughed at me as I pulled one cheek to the side and tried to insert the plug while standing up. After five minutes of this, she lost patience and told me to sit on it. I felt like I was being stretched wide open when that happened. It hurt, but it also felt good too. Once I'd managed to get it in, I stood back up and my tail was attached. The next half hour was spent taking picture after picture. She had me on all fours, stretched out on my belly, on my back, and both sides. She walked all the way around me taking pictures from every angle I could think of. All the while, I could feel the pressure inside of me. The last photos were taken with me on my back. When she was done with the camera, she took off her clothes, and facing my tiger colored body, she straddled my face and lowered herself down onto my mouth. I stuck out my tongue and licked. While I was doing this, she pulled a wet washcloth from somewhere and wiped off my cock and balls, but left the cock-ring on. Between her taste and her caress I was going crazy, and so was she. As she got into it and became more and more turned on, she pressed down harder onto my face, nearly smothering me. She rocked her hips back and forth across my face. I don't know how long that went on for. My entire world shrank to occasional flashes of light, her smell, her taste, and her moans. I would look up and see her backside for just a moment and then everything would go dark as she rocked forward to rub her clit against my chin. I did everything I could to make her as turned on as possible so that she might let me relieve some of the tension. Sure enough, a condom came out and she left my face to start riding me. She felt so hot and tight that I thought I was going to explode right away, but then I realized the true reason for the cock-ring. I couldn't cum. She was screaming and writhing with pleasure while inside of me the tension mounted and grew. Her hips gyrated on me as she grabbed my shoulders with a vice like grip. While all this was happening, my tail was still in and as she began to nearly jump up and down on me, I could feel the pressure from my ass begin to build as well. By the time she finished with me I was a complete mess of sexual tension, pleasure, and discomfort. She collapsed on me and just lay there for a while. When she did get up she noticed my condition was unchanged, I was still hard and I desperately wanted to get the chance to orgasm. She told me to wait and she walked into the kitchen. She came back and kneeled next to me with a plastic bag and some ice. In one quick motion, she dropped the bag on my groin and pulled my tail. The simultaneous relief and cold caused me to cry out. "That should take care of the swelling. I will loosen the cock ring, but I want you to leave it in place until everything settles down. Hmmm... actually, I think you deserve the chance to paint me too. So, why don't you lay on the ice and you can paint my toenails while we chat?" I could actually think of a reason I didn't want to do this, like really wanting the cock-ring off and then I could find another way to relieve the "swelling" but that wasn't going to happen that morning. As it turned out, she wanted her toes painted a dark color blue with little gold stars once the blue had dried. By the time I'd finished the ice had completely melted and my once hard shaft was limp, although the frustration remained strong. She wasn't lying about wanting to talk while I painted though. When she was done, my life had once again changed rather dramatically.