My New Tenant

I squeezed my fist pressing my nails into my palms. This was the worst part about my job, but I knew it came with the territory when I started buying properties around my city. I had worked for about fifteen years in construction management and quickly figured out if I could be the one both building and managing these places, then I could retire early. Now at thirty seven, I had been working for myself the last two years and was already nearly there.

You see, ninety nine times out of a hundred I barely have to do anything. I screen my tenants well, and besides the odd maintenance request, I'm happy to just collect their monthly checks. The problem is with that one in a hundred. They're always responsible for the majority of my headaches, and this new tenant was proving to be no exception.

While parked out front, I reviewed the file; single tenant in a split level townhouse - two months behind on rent, multiple noise complaints, and a gas bill passed on from the city. Just my luck, but I knew it was always cheaper to get these accounts up to date than to go through the hassle of evicting them. Selina Floyd, 28 years old I read on the file. A quick google brought up her LinkedIn. No picture, but it appeared she was a college grad and had been consistently employed as a Product Manager for a few tech companies over the past seven years, some of them I even recognized.

I'd have to go in and convince her just how badly an eviction would ruin her credit and future ability to rent. Nothing like the "E" word to scare these yuppy types. I stepped out of the car and walked over to the front door, my heart quickening. I'd always preferred to avoid confrontation. I wasn't a small man, but by no means was I the intimidating type. Exhaling a quick sigh, I knocked three times.

"Management, is anyone home?"

I didn't hear anything for about a minute, and right as I was about to try again, I heard a muffled woman's voice.

"Coming, I'm coming"

The door opened a crack and she peered out at me.

"Miss Floyd? I'm Dan with the management, I've been trying to get a hold of you."

"Oh?" She said lazily. "Come in, what's this all about?"

The door opened as she ushered me in. She was about 5'6" with wavy brown hair tied up in an unkempt bun and dark brown eyes. She must not have been expecting me, as she only had on a pair of navy blue cotton gym shorts and a cream tank top. My eyes moved down from her face to her lithe, yet toned shoulders. While I initially intended to be furtive while looking her over, my eyes demanded the full picture. Moving down, her tight cleavage peaked out from her tank top. Further still, the thin cloth left little to the imagination on the shape of her body: a small waist expanded into a slight strip of her lightly sun kissed skin between the tank top and shorts. The shorts were fully filled out by her gentle curves at the top leading right down to her exposed, long legs and red toe nails. I instantly looked away when I realized what I'd done, and when I looked back at her she was giving me the tiniest hint of a smirk.

"I, uhm, it's just that.." I stammered. The truth was, this girl was my kryptonite. My type to an absolute T. I was never the most successful with women, I mean I'd had a few girlfriends through the years and was able to get laid on occasion, but never with someone even close to her caliber and I was flustered.

Trying to snap out of it, I moved past her into the unit catching a slight whiff of her perfume. I had to clear my head. I looked around the unit, and it was not at all what I'd expected from a tenant with a wrap sheet like hers. The main entry was orderly and the living room was well appointed with furniture that appeared new even. I eyed her Audi keys laying on the counter.

"Miss Floyd, it's just that you're a little behind on your rent." I blurted out all at once, not even daring to look at her. Where did my plan go? I was going to read her the complaints. I was going to give my standard lecture and assure her that this would not be tolerated!

"Oh, okay. You know, I actually think it may just have slipped my mind. And call me Selena" she said.

I knew I had to look back at her now, and when I turned I almost lost my breath. She was facing away from me on her tiptoes grabbing something from her top cabinet. As she did so, her shirt pulled up and I could see the dimples above her ass flex as she reached. I felt my cock instantly start to stiffen and my face started to flush with embarrassment. You're not some fucking teenager, keep your damn cool. I thought to myself, but it was barely any use. Fortunately I chose to wear black slacks today so I did my best to hide my mostly-hard dick in my pants.

She brought down two crisp purple envelopes. She silently slid them across the counter to where I was standing. I looked down, and in neat handwriting they were labeled October and September. When I looked up she was looking down at my crotch with the same half smirk she gave me before. Without even thinking to open or count their contents, I put them into the breast pocket of my coat.

"So, is that all then?" She said now looking at me with her deep brown eyes and her brows slightly raised.

"Yes Miss - or I mean Selena. Or no, it's just that.. Well, some of the neighbors complained about the noise last week. I'm sure it was nothing but maybe just try to keep it down after hours if you could?"

I looked down at the floor now.

"And then there was this thing with the gas company, they sent me your bill last month instead of it going here but that was probably a mistake on their end."

I was rambling and I knew she could tell. Looking down was a mistake, as I looked straight at her perfectly pedicured red toe nails. I felt the heat returning to my face as I looked back up.

"Well, now that sounds very serious Danny!" She said while half laughing, the smirk returned to her face. "They sent it to you? So you're the actual landlord then? What are we going to do about it Mr. Landlord?" She asked mockingly.

"It's.. it's fine this month I can fix it with the gas company." I offered meekly.

"Now that would be quite generous of you." She said walking past me into the main room, another whiff of her perfume increasing the heat in my face and the swelling in my pants. She walked over to the couch in the living room, a massive white L shaped couch fit into the corner that opened up towards the kitchen where I stood. She sat down on the couch facing me and put one leg out on the ottoman and the other figure four across it. Her position pulled her shorts further up her body and tightened around her crotch. For a second, I just stood there dumbstruck but I knew I had to stop staring and try my best to remain professional as she looked back at me flatly.

"Thank you for your time, I'm sorry to have to bother you." I said as I slowly turned to begin leaving. With some effort, I pried my eyes off of her and started to walk towards the entryway. My body and my brain were caught in a fierce battle. My brain wanted to run out that front door and to drive away as fast as I could. My body was telling me to find any possible reason to stay there with her. I was trying to decide which side would win when I heard her voice calmly and clearly behind me.

"Dan." I froze.

"Dan, I think you may want to stay for a bit." She followed.

Was this really happening? She couldn't possibly be inviting me in for anything like that right? I turned around to face her and she was sitting exactly as she had been, staring at me.

"I, uh yeah I could stay for just a bit." I said, quickly breaking eye contact.

"Good, just for a bit then" she said with a giggle. "Why don't you grab us the bottle in the fridge and two of those glasses in the top right cabinet".

"Okay" I said, walking back into her apartment. As I turned around I saw that she was now sitting up on the couch, both arms spread out on top of the couch facing me with her legs slightly spread open. Her tan legs were now barely covered by her shorts. I instantly averted my eyes as my cock began to stiffen and walked like a zombie to the fridge as my heart pounded in my chest. Inside the almost empty fridge there was a bottle white wine. I grabbed it and took two glasses from the cabinet, feeling her eyes burn into me from behind.

I did my best to walk steadily to the couch and placed the glasses and bottle on the ottoman tray between us. I sat down about five feet from her and wracked my brain for something to say.

Before I could, she nodded at the bottle and said "You can do the honors." with a slight smile.

I twisted off the cap and poured the wine, shaking with a slight tremor on the second. This type of thing with this type of woman just doesn't happen for me, and I was doing my utmost to hide that fact.

She looked at my shaking hand and her smile grew. "If I didn't know any better, I'd think you were a little nervous, Dan. Hand me my glass."

I took the glasses and slid over to reach her, extending my hand out. She took the glass, slightly brushing my fingers as she grabbed it. I retracted my hand to my lap, trying to hide my crotch.

"I'm guessing that you don't usually fraternize with your tenants, huh Mr. Landlord?" She asked coyly.

"Well.. no I don't usually mix business and uh pleasure."  I said. As soon as it left my mouth I knew it sounded corny, but I did my best to hold her eyes and own it.

She turned her legs to face me and stifled a quick laugh and said "Oh, is that what this is then? Pleasure?". I looked from her eyes down to her tight chest, the tank top clinging to her body like it was barely there.

"I, yeah --"

"Here's the deal" She cut me off. "I could tell from the little situation in your pants as soon as you walked in what was on your mind." I opened my mouth to defend myself but she had me dead to rights. "It's okay, Dan, I don't mind. I find it flattering. But if you're going to get pleasure, then I'm going to get pleasure." She said, looking at me with raised eyebrows. "And I'm not one of those girls. I don't need a break on my rent."

"No, I.. wouldn't have thought that about you." I'm not overly confident in my sexual prowess, I mean I'm only slightly below average and I don't typically last very long. I've certainly never been in that position with someone like Selena. If by her getting pleasure she meant me going down on her though, I was more than happy for that arrangement.

"Good." She said, sliding over to me until we were only a few inches apart. She placed her hand on my thigh, her French tipped nails wrapping around to my inner thigh. "All you have to do is follow my lead and I'll make sure you get your pleasure." My cock was now entirely full and I looked down to her bare legs next to mine. I'd have crawled through a mile of glass for her at this point and without thinking I felt my head nod yes.

She took her hand off, reaching over to her ottoman, removing the trey and opening it up. The skin on my thigh where her hand was still burning with heat. My eyes were glued to the small of her back as bent over, her tank top pulling up. She removed a box about a foot long and six inches wide. "I want you to do something for me. It might be new for you but like I said: I get mine and then you can get yours." She placed the box on my right leg facing me. Her left hand moved from the box down to my crotch. The warmth radiated as she moved her hand finding my cock. Smiling, she wrapped her hand around it. "Close your eyes, Dan" she commanded quietly. She held her hand tightly, holding her hand still and I felt pleasure wash over me. I instinctively bucked my hips slightly and I heard her say "Not just yet." I felt the box slide into my lap and her legs move beside me. I could hear clothing rustle, but behind my closed eyes I could think of nothing but her hand.

"Okay, open them" she commanded. I looked over at her and saw her legs were completely bare and her shorts and panties were on the couch next to her. She sat with her legs pressed together, maddeningly hiding herself from me. My eyes lingered along her legs and the now exposed sides of her ass. "You haven't looked in the box yet" she giggled. I looked down at the now open box in my lap. Inside was a dildo on top of some leather straps. It must have been over seven inches, and was more lifelike than what I had seen before.

My eyes widened. "I said it might be new for you" she said knowingly. I felt her tighten her grasp on me and my eyes rolled back. I'll admit I wasn't used to toys like that, and had never been what you'd call adventurous in the bedroom, but at this point I hardly cared that it was a few inches bigger than what I packed. As long as she kept touching me, I didn't care about anything.

"Get up, face away from me and take your clothes off." She said calmly and authoritatively. I stood up and took my shirt off, facing the entryway. I unbuttoned my pants, dropped them and stepped out of them. "All of them" I heard her giggle. I pulled my boxers down and stood completely naked, cock at attention. "You can touch yourself a little, Dan. I know you want to." She said from behind me. I reached down and slowly started to stroke myself, imagining her naked legs just behind me. I heard her rustling with the box and started to turn slightly to see. "Not yet. First, what would you be willing to do to have me?" She asked playfully. Instantly I blurted out "anything Selena.". I heard her laugh quietly as she continued to russell. "That's the right answer, Dan. Now, turn around."

I turned around slowly, my cock still in my hand. I saw she was now sitting facing me with her legs open and the dildo strapped around her waist, where her legs met now covered. While I wanted to impress her, I was admittedly nervous for my big reveal. She looked down at my cock and the half smirk returned to her mouth. Looking at me mischievously, she said "Keep stroking for me." I happily obliged her. "Do you want me to take my shirt off?" She said in a teasing voice. My head feverishly nodded yes as I said "Yes, please." "Well then you're going to need to start doing something for me." she said while reaching over to grab her panties from the couch beside her.

She tossed them over to me in a ball, hitting me in the chest lightly. With my right hand still on my cock and my head swimming, I let them drop to the floor. They were light blue hip hugging panties with lace trim. They appeared to be somewhat full coverage while still sexy. "Pick those up and put them on" she said flatly while holding my gaze, daring me to look away. I stared dumbly at her, cock still in hand. While I said I'd do anything, this was not what I had expected. Was I really going to put on her underwear? What woman would be into seeing the guy she's about to fuck emasculate himself like that? "Well, do you want me to take it off or not? You said you'd do anything." She cooed playfully. She was right, I really didn't care about dignity at this point. Bending down I grabbed the underwear at my feet and pulled them apart. I stepped into them one leg at a time and pulled them up. The back went between my ass and the front covered my fully hard cock entirely. I forced myself to look up at her, waiting for laughter but she only smiled. "Good." she said as she looked down at me. "Now it's my turn" she said as she reached down to lift her tank top. She peeled it off revealing a light blue, relatively plain pushup bra that would have matched her panties.

Her body was now fully on display for me except for the parts I desired most. My eyes tore into her newly exposed skin looking first at her breasts, perfectly cradled by her bra. They were tight and full, medium sized and fit perfectly with her body. Her waist was exactly as it appeared beneath the tank top, lean and narrow in the middle but with more definition than I would have expected. My hand instantly went down to my crotch and I felt my dick, now covered by the panties, leaking slightly. I had almost forgotten the state I was in while looking at her. The state she had put me in.

She took out her phone and put on some slow instrumental music. "I like how you look. Why don't you move around for me a little?" She said playfully. I froze. I've never counted myself a dancer, in fact I was more the type to stand at the club instead of dance. "Oh please, it will get me so turned on. You want me turned on, right?" she pleaded, her voice dripping with desire. Fuck it I thought. I had already come this far and she looked so hot right in front of me. Slowly I started to move my hips, surprising even myself. I wanted this so badly. I tried my best to move along with the beat. Unable to look at her, my eyes glued to the wall above her sofa.

"You can stop. Now I need one last thing before it's your turn. I want you to come get on your knees and put your mouth right here." she said as she pointed to the tip of her dildo. I stared down and then back up to her. Her face was flat with her eyebrows raised expectantly. "Come on, I want to see how badly you want me. Then it will be time for me to reciprocate." Alright, I thought. It's just a piece of plastic and she's by far the best looking woman I had fooled around with. So what if she was a bit kinky? I knelt down in front of her and bent my head over. I took it into my mouth and looked up at her. Was that it? "Good. Now take your other hand and stroke your cock." I did and between my hand and the heat of being between her naked legs, I have to admit, I wasn't too bothered by my situation. "Now show me how you'd please me." she said, this time less playful and more commanding. I did my best impression of all the women in the porn I had watched and moved my head and the hand not on my cock up and down, all the while still stroking myself. "Very good." she said slowly. I could feel her put one of her hands onto my head, gripping my hair. I felt myself get lost being that close to her and stroking myself. "Don't take it out of your mouth. I want you to try to say "I'm Selena's little bitch with it in." Without thinking I tried to say it. I slobbed out the words still stroking furiously. "Yes. Again, over and over. Repeat it, Dan." I gave in and the words flowed out of me and got lost in the gurgling of my mouth. I kept this going for what felt like a few minutes before she pulled my head back from her strap by my hair and looked down at me.

"Well, I think it's about time you got on the same speed as me." I froze, what did she mean speed? It was about to be my turn, and as much as I hated to admit it, the control she was exuding had me more worked up than her body alone. I had done everything she wanted and I was dying for my relief. She pointed to the bookshelf and coffee table to the left and right of the couch. "Those are cameras, Dan. I've been recording your little performance so far." she said, looking at me with a grin. "You - you can't do that--"

She raised her hand and cut me off. "Well I did." She said forcefully. "You see, I've been waiting for you to come knocking. I figured the noise complaints and two months of unpaid rent would do it, but I guess all I had to do was start routing my utility bills to your office to send little Mr. Landlord to come for a visit. I stayed on my knees dumbly in front of her as she took out her phone and opened it. "This can't be happening, it has to be some kind of game" I thought to myself. Before she even turned the phone around, I could hear my garbled voice repeating her lines. With a little giggle, she pointed the screen at me and there I was face and all gyrating in her underwear. "You know I could do whatever I want with these clips. They're already on my cloud. I could just press a few buttons and everyone would see us."

"No, you.. you wouldn't actually?" I stammered, still on my knees looking up at her. What was happening? She couldn't do this, right?