Everyone in the following fictional story is over 18:
I had a hard time sleeping the night after my landlord, Mr. Perkins, had stopped me in the garage we shared and proposed that I could defray some of my overdue rent costs by going down on him.
Of course, at first I was shocked, but also strangely excited by the idea. After I had actually performed the requested act I was left wanting more of his big cock and determined to find a way to get what I wanted.
Up to that point I had led a pretty sheltered life and had only had one boyfriend. I started dating him my senior year in high school until about a year ago when I found out he was cheating. We had sex during the time we were together, but it was pretty bland and over almost before it started. And there I was, laying in my bed, utterly fascinated and aroused by a man that was old enough to be my father. What was wrong with me? I couldn't help it though. My skin felt like it was on fire. My pussy was soaking wet and needed relief. My fingers soon found their way to the source of the heat and started to work their magic until I finally came, all the while imagining it was Mr. Perkins' huge cock deep inside me.
The next afternoon, when I knew he would likely be home, I decided to go upstairs to my landlord's apartment to see what I could do to work off more of my rent.
When I got to the top of the landing the door was ajar and I heard a loud smack and a female moan. I paused for a second, unsure if I should turn around and go back downstairs or keep going up. Another loud smack and moan had my curiosity peaked. I had to see what was going on.
When I got to the door I had a perfect view into the living room, where I could see Mr. Perkins fully dressed standing behind what appeared to be one of the students from the private college down the street. She had her school uniform on an was leaning forward over the arm of the couch. Her plaid skirt unceremoniously flung up over her back so her white panties were showing. The crotch was soaking wet. Mr. Perkins was rubbing her ass cheeks while she moaned, then suddenly, he smacked her ass again hard. She yelped a little then moaned loudly, "Yes, daddy. Spank your little girl."
Stunned, I backed up a step. What was going on? I distinctly remembered that Mr. Perkins had said he didn't have any children and had in fact never been married. It took a minute before I realized that they must be role playing. I stepped closer to the door, now more intrigued that ever. "Your panties are soaking wet, little girl." I heard Mr. Perkins say, "We're going to have to take them off you."
"Oh, yes daddy, please!" I heard the girl moan as Mr. Perkins slid the wet panties down her legs and had her step out of them. He then held them to his nose and mouth and inhaled deeply as he knelt behind the prone girl, her sex just inches from his face. He then stuffed the panties into his pocket and grabbed both her ass cheeks, spreading them wide as he began an assault on her pussy and ass with his tongue. She squirmed and moaned with pleasure as he devoured her soaking wet pussy and ass.
