The unit was one bedroom and one bath for a bargain price—so much so that Penny thought that the leaser was hiding something. Was it next to a garbage plant or infested with ants or have no hot water? As much as Penny could find out, it seemed like the owner wasn't hiding much.
Of course, he was also trying to hide his glances at her ass as he toured her through the apartment or the attempted look down her shirt when she was reviewing the paperwork. He was hiding these poorly. Penny didn't like to use her sexuality to get the place and she didn't normally like being mentally undressed by strangers, but the cynical part of her mind reminded her that it could help her get the apartment if the guy kept a few harmless images stored away in his mind. With that in mind, she hadn't fixed her neckline when she reviewed the papers and she had walked through the rooms first during the tour. It was a mutual exchange. He got an eyeful and she got an apartment.
She did her third google search on her phone, looking for any downsides to the area. She still couldn't find any. The apartment was a part one unit of a duplex.
"Do you have the other unit rented out?" Penny asked.
"No, I live there," the man said.
"Oh." Penny regretted the eyefuls she had allowed him just a tad now. If she did live here, she didn't want to always be living next to a guy who wanted to bang her. Still, it was a nice apartment and she noticed that all the doors had chain locks on them, which he wouldn't have the key for.
The one downside still was the shared door in the middle of the unit. The owner had explained that the building used to be a single house and then had been converted into a duplex. Instead of completely sectioning off the two units, they had left an attached door linking the two units like a hotel suite. Both doors had to be open and they both had a chain lock. It made her uneasy, but she could overlook it for the rent asking price.
"I'd like to submit an application," Penny said.
"That's good news!" the man exclaimed. "Let's go grab the paperwork."
"Do you have much other interest in the place?" Penny asked.
"Oh, not much interest. You're the first really serious contender." Penny had been looking out the window view one more time (it was a lake view, which was great!) to try to catch him leering at her again. He wasn't, however. He was focused on the clipboard.
Maybe there was nothing to worry about after all.
After he gave her the keys, Penny didn't see the owner all through the move. He was entirely out of her way, despite the moving truck occupying the entire driveway. She had hired a crew that worked quickly and by and large the process was painless.
She grabbed some fast food dinner and began to unpack. As she did, she noticed an odd smell, like the owner next door was burning a candle. What was it? Some fall scent? Maybe he was cooking something?
Penny tried to ignore it, but her mind kept going back to focus on it. In fact, it was hard to focus on much of anything except that smell. She sat down on a chair and looked over her room. The towers of boxes and furniture seemed very far away all of a sudden. What was she doing again? Unpacking? It seemed hazy, but god that smell was so good!
Penny wasn't sure if she was falling asleep or what, but an odd fantasy or dream played out in her head. Somebody was coming into the room and giving her instructions. Everything he said was perfectly logical and impossible to argue against. He gave instructions, then stepped out of the room again.
The smell began to fade away and eventually Penny snapped back to attention. Moving must have taken something out of her, because she had nearly drifted off to sleep. But she realized she must have been terribly rude. She should let the owner of the duplex know that she had moved in and thank him again for everything.
In fact, it was very important that she thank him. Penny realized that she had gotten food for herself, but hadn't even considered getting any for the owner. She raced out of her new home and went to three different restaurants, getting meals to go. She wasn't sure what he would like, so she got a variety.
As she was driving back, she realized that it was getting really hot. Maybe it was the meals in the car or all her physical activity moving, but it was sweltering.
Penny undid one of the buttons on her blouse and immediately felt relief as the air touched her skin. She wanted to unbutton another and get more relief, but she was afraid then about how much cleavage she would be showing. But what did it matter? She was going home after all. She could do whatever she wanted in her own home. And if her new neighbor and landlord got an eyeful, it wasn't like he would complain. She wanted to do this for herself and she shouldn't have to curtail what she wanted for anyone else.
She unbuttoned another button on her blouse and pulled it open more so her breasts could get some air. It felt so good. She noticed that she wasn't sweaty, despite feeling so hot, but decided that she had caught the heat just in time.
She rang the doorbell of the owner's apartment and he quickly answered. He accepted the food with thanks and stared appreciatively and quick openly at Penny's displayed boobs. Penny found that she didn't mind. In fact, she kinda liked being appreciated by her new neighbor. It was nice to feel appreciated by a man.
Penny went back to her apartment and spent the rest of the night packing.
The next day was Sunday and Penny slept in, tired from the move. She had unpacked a lot and she decided to get her TV hooked up and then spend some time watching it to relax. Most of the serious stuff had been set up and she could finish off a lot of it during evenings.
As she was connecting her TV, however, she began to smell the same candle as the day before. It smelled so delicious, like a fresh baked apple pie. She sat back, kneeling in front of the unplugged TV, and took a deep breath. She wanted an apple pie now. In fact, that's all she could think about. She even tried to think about how she could simply get in her car, go to a diner somewhere and get an apple pie slice, but that thought never materialized into action. She simply sat thinking about how much she wanted an apple pie slice.
She must have dozed off again, because a similar dream/vision as the prior day occurred as she was thinking about it. Someone was coming into the room and talking to her. He was giving her instructions. They made perfect sense and should be followed exactly to the letter. He talked for longer this time and then eventually the dream-speaker left the room.
The candle smell dissipated slowly and Penny found herself in front of the TV again. Had she drifted off again? Penny quickly decided that it didn't matter, because she had other things on her mind. She found that she was suddenly very horny. She didn't know where it came from, but Penny had a need that needed met right then.
She scrambled through the boxes until she found her computer. Her Wi-Fi wasn't set up yet, but she saw that there was an unsecured network in the vicinity. In fact, it was the strongest connection of all her options. Was it the building owner? Again, Penny decided it didn't matter as much as getting herself off. She was approaching desperate.
Penny didn't watch porn often, but she did have her favorite sites and videos for when she was feeling needy. She opened up four videos in different windows on her screen and began to furiously rub herself. She quickly found that these videos weren't doing it for her today. She was wet and horny, but wanted something more.
She searched around the sites, keeping one of her fingers playing with herself as she did. Penny dug deeper, eventually finding her way out of the female-oriented portions of the site and finding her way into some of odd niches.
She watched bondage films, pretending to be the tied-up slut getting mercilessly deepthroated. It drove her closer to an orgasm, but still she needed more.
Penny watched gangbang videos, where no hole was sacred and insults were hurled down at the bitch. She watched, engrossed, imagining herself servicing so many at one. She teetered on the edge of orgasm, but couldn't find her way over.
Penny watched four different cumshot compilations at once in different corners of her screen. As every man painted every whore with their thick beautiful cum, Penny imagined getting such a sweet reward herself. She panted and moaned and begged her body for release, but there was none.
Finally, Penny realized what it was. She was simply pretending. She wanted to be these girls, but she was only playacting. She wasn't being objectified in the same way. She might have porn-star tits (she had never thought of them this way before, but decided it was apt), but she was not a porn star. And to get off, Penny knew she must be a porn star—even if it wasn't for an audience.
She opened video recording on her computer and pointed the webcam at her. After positioning the computer on a stack of boxes to get a good view, she looked at herself in the screen. Immediately, she knew that this wouldn't do. She was dressed plainly and looked like she wasn't ready for the day. Keenly aware of her dripping and waiting pussy, Penny rapidly searched the boxes for her underwear collection. She finally found it and selected her performance garb: A black lace lingerie set with long leggings. She had bought it to please some boyfriend who had turned out to be a douchebag, but Penny was grateful that she had it now.
Then she went to the bathroom and started on her makeup and hair. Penny always preferred to wear light makeup, but that wouldn't do if she was to make her own private porn movie here in the apartment. Pornstars had eye shadow, thick eyelashes, and painted lips. Penny emulated them as much as possible and fixed her hair up as best she could.
Satisfied that she was now done up like an internet slut, Penny raced back to the computer. She picked some trashy club song and pressed record. She danced, slow at first, rubbing her hands all over her exposed body. As the beat picked up, she shook more, making sure the camera got full view of her assets as she did. She stripped off the lingerie, clad only in her leggings. As the song wound to an end, she leaned in and stared deep into the camera.
"I want to be a pornstar slut. I want to be fucked and used and fucked again. I am so horny and I need to be..." here she struggled against the word, but found her desperation won out over her pride "I need to be disgraced." As she degraded herself, she rubbed furiously at her pussy. "Look what this makes me do. Look how it makes me feel. Oh god I'm such a little whore."
Orgasm rapidly approached and she took one look at herself on the camera. She might as well have been sprayed with a strangers cum across her mouth. She looked like a porn star.
It felt good.
Then the orgasm hit and her body convulsed in pleasure. Stars filled her eyes and her mind was filled with every image of a man shooting his load of a pornstar's face.
Then the desire passed and Penny collapsed to her knees, breathing hard. Her mind felt empty, but her body finally wasn't aching anymore. She reached up and stopped the recording on the camera.
Then, without thinking about why, Penny went to her google account and uploaded the video. Then she closed the window and closed the computer.
Penny, still breathing hard, looking around the room. Half the boxes were open from her desperate search for pornstar garb and her old and new clothes were lying on the ground where she had stripped them off. To top it all off, she was standing in her living room wearing only sexy leggings and whore-level makeup.
Wasn't she supposed to be setting up the TV or something? Confused, she changed back into clothes and got back to unpacking. She was a little alarmed about what she had just done. She barely ever watched porn, much less the hardcore stuff she had just subjected herself to. And that was nothing compared to the sudden need to disgrace herself on camera. Where had all that come from? Was it something she had been suppressing all this time? It had come on so sudden.
After a while, Penny realized that she had done all of that under an unsecured Wi-Fi connection. If anyone had been on the connection and knew anything about computers, they could have intercepted the video she had uploaded. Penny panicked for a moment, then chastised herself. Things like that didn't happen. Who would ever think to be monitoring that connection anyways?
