Help with Rent

The sun wasn’t quite up yet when Stacy got to her apartment after a shift at the club. There was a notice on her door—an envelope. The key slid into the lock roughly in the poorly lit hallway. Inside her apartment she turned on the light and opened the letter.

She was late with rent again. It was her final notice. If she didn’t pay her balance in five days she would be evicted.

Water filled her eyes as a lump swelled in her throat. She couldn’t lose this apartment. It wasn’t like she didn’t make good money as a stripper, but this place was just out of her price range after they raised the rent last year. She tried to give more private lap dances at the club, but the dirty men always tried to break the rules and touch her or worse. Plus, there was never a guarantee that she would snag a private either, so the extra cash was unreliable.

Squinting her eyes to erase the tears she decided this was a Future Stacy problem and shed her clothes on the way to the bathroom. After the night she had she deserved a bath and good sleep before dealing with this headache.

The steaming hot water relaxed her body inside and out. She swept the water over her B-cup breasts and admired her soft globes. Her areolas were the size of quarters and all but disappeared as she twisted and pinched her nipples into attention.

One hand wandered down her stomach and circled her pubis, teasing herself. Her clit politely requested attention—a small jump, a tiny bolt of electricity. She grazed a fingertip over her engorging clitoris and sighed, satisfied. She didn’t need to cum. She was too tired to get herself all worked up. After an hour and rewarming the water, she finally felt ready to sleep.

The clock next to her bed read 9:00AM when a heavy knocking woke her. She usually slept until lunch with her night schedule, so she wasn’t thinking when she opened the door. Her landlord stood in front of her in a blue flannel and jeans, unshaven, and smiling widely.

“Hi, Mr. Jacobs,” she said through squinted eyes.

He let himself inside without invitation, scratching his head and looking troubled.

“I came to make sure you got the notice,” he said.

She yawned and nodded. His eyes scanned her body shyly. She folded her arms over her scantly covered breasts realizing her pajamas were revealingly askew.

“So, will you have the money?” he asked.

“I don’t know,” she said honestly, looking at her feet. “But I swear I’m going to try.” She looked at him pleadingly, but he wasn’t facing her anymore, making his way to her couch. She followed him and sat down. “Please, just give me a chance, Mr. Jacobs.”

“I’ve been lenient and given you many chances, Stacy,” he said. His tone wasn’t condescending but concerned. It was true. He had let her be late all year long by a week which is beyond the usual policy. “We’re going to have to figure something out.” He placed a comforting hand on her knee.

Not meeting her eyes, his gaze landed somewhere near her crotch clothed in thin shorts but no panties.

“Um…” she swallowed a few distasteful possibilities. “What did you have in mind?”

“I was hoping you’d have an idea. Offer something. Collateral or...”

She thought for a moment but the only idea that came to her seemed unlikely. “Do you know any friends who might want a private dance with me at the club I work at? That’s the only way I can earn enough at work in just a few days.”

He looked down at the floor and shook his head as if giving fatal news. “My friends don’t have that kind of money,” he said. “Is there something you and I can figure out together? An arrangement?”

She nodded for him to continue and his hand, still on her knee, tightened.

“Every day you don’t pay your balance, I’ll pay you a visit. If you don’t pay by the due date, I’ll call it even until next month.” He smiled small and rubbed her knee lightly. “And we can start over with another chance.”

“Just visit me? What would we do?” Her mind swirled with all sorts of nightmares. Would he make her his sex slave? Force her to strip for his friends for free? Record her giving him a blow job? She almost didn’t want to hear his answer. But he was always so nice to her and even now, he was really trying to help her. Wasn’t he?

“How about this: I’ll let myself in, you’ll get naked, and then I’ll enjoy myself with you for an hour. Just using my mouth and hands.”

She waited for him to continue but he didn’t. His expression was hopeful with eyebrows high and pupils eager. “Your mouth and hands. So oral and fingering?”

He nodded and smiled. “Yes, and groping. I’ve admired you for some time now and I know you would never date someone like me.” He gestured at his protruding tummy and scratched his salt and pepper scruff with his free hand. “And it would mean the world to me if I could stick my tongue inside you—in your hot pussy, tight ass, delicate mouth...” He inhaled suddenly and retracted his hand. Clasping his fingers together in his lap she assumed he was probably hiding an erection.

She thought for a moment. He would essentially be pleasuring her, and she wouldn’t even have to let him fuck her or put his dick in her mouth. It sounded almost like a good idea. Like an arrangement she could live with for a few months while she saved up and got her finances in order. It was almost too good to be true. What could go wrong?

“No dick?” she clarified.

He shook his head and frowned reassuringly—as if it hadn’t even crossed his mind.

She shrugged. “Deal.” She put her hand out for a shake.

His eyes went wide, and he licked his plump lips putting his hand in hers. He shook her hand gently and pulled her to her feet as he stood. “Shall we?” he asked.

Her jaw dropped. “Oh, today? Right now. Okay.”

She led him to her bedroom and shoved the sheets to the foot of the bed. He stood in the doorway and watched to take her top off. She decided to give him a show—mostly out of habit but it also made it feel more normal.

With her body turned at a 45-degree angle, her booty poked out as she slid her pajama shorts down bare bum and smooth legs. She wasn’t used to stripping in so much light and enjoyed seeing the hunger in his eyes as Mr. Jacobs watched.

Smiling, she crawled onto her bed and looked back at him arching her back making her ass as round as an apple. He made his way to the bed slowly, rubbing his hands together like a cartoon character ready for a meal. He turned her over on her back easily and dragged her to the edge of the bed. She kept her knees bent and balanced her feet on the sheets opening her bald pussy to him completely.

He knelt before her and breathed in deep, his nose tapping near her clit. She felt his hot breath on her lower lips, and she shuddered.

He wasn’t wrong. She wasn’t attracted to him and as nice as he was, this was not what she wanted. What she wanted was to stay in this apartment. Future Stacy could deal with the consequences of this arrangement.

Closing her eyes, she waited for him to start. He hooked her knees over his shoulders and secured his mouth around her mound. His stubble scratched her thighs making her wiggle in discomfort. He hummed deeply, vibrating her genitals. The sensation was oddly familiar. Like a dull vibrator covering her entire pussy rather than being directed at her clit or inside of her.

A moan escaped her, and she covered her mouth to prevent future pleasure sounds. She felt embarrassed to like what he was doing to her let alone for him to know that.

Along with the humming, he added his tongue—wide and flat. He lapped at her privates making her breath match his strokes. When he threw in a neglectful pause she thrust her hips into his face unintentionally.

He laughed into her lips and focused a hard tongue around her clit. Her body sparked inside, and she wished he would press her clit with his tongue directly. Rub her like she rubs herself. She wanted to show him, but she also didn’t want to participate. Despite herself, she bucked her hips to manipulate his tongue placement in vain.

Wiggling his face side to side, his cheeks sent ripples through her thighs scraping her skin like sandpaper. Her legs clenched around his head. He pressed his tongue against her clit and wiggled some more. She almost forgave his spiky face as a mighty orgasm was quickly coming to a climax. He shook his head more vigorously and before she knew it, she was cumming on his face.

Her convulsions didn’t slow him down. His hold on her hips tightened not giving her any time to bask in it. He plowed his tongue into her vagina, slurping up her release.

The hour was relentless. Only once did he stop to reposition her to sit on his face. There were no other breaks from the constant contact. She was getting overly sensitive. It was hurting and she didn’t know if she should tell him. That’s when she felt the signal that she needed to pee which made it even more painful.

She tried to lift herself up to tell him she would be right back, but he held her down and darted his tongue even harder into her.

“I…need a break…to pee,” she managed.

“Go ‘head. In my mouf,” he said around her pussy.

“What? No.” His grip tightened, and she couldn’t get away. He nodded his head moving his flattened tongue across her pussy lips.

She couldn’t believe she was doing this. Hoping he drank it all up so she wouldn’t have to do laundry, she focused on releasing her bladder. He kept his tongue light, waiting patiently.

Exhaling, she felt the stream tinkle from her peephole engulfed in Mr. Jacobs mouth. She tried to control the flow as best she could, making it easier for him to swallow before his mouth filled up again.

The sound of her urine running was nerve-wracking like when you wet the bed as a kid. Her eyes were closed, and she tried to imagine his mouth filling and draining while she sat on his face. The hot environment his mouth provided made the experience of peeing entirely different. It felt good. It felt sexy.

As she finished, his tongue entered her gently. She contracted her pussy muscles to get every last drop out, hugging his tongue inside of her.

She moaned and he returned to aggressively licking her clit. An orgasm was right there, within reach. She wanted it. She ground her pussy into his face and fucked his tongue until she reached the peak.

But her actions were moot. As he slowed pace, lifted pressure, and ever so lightly licked, her orgasm faded painfully into the ether.

First, he licked delicately at her center getting every bit of cum and urine. Then her inner lips and between her folds. The tip of his tongue touched every centimeter of her pussy.

She shivered when he licked her aching clit again. Her breathing was ragged, heart racing, and she felt like she just ran a mile.

He sweetly kissed her lower lips and lifted her from his face setting her gently on the bed. Through squinted eyes of exhaustion, she watched him stand and wipe his face.

“See you tomorrow, Stacy.”

All she could mutter was, “Okay.”

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Mr. Jacobs showed up at the same time the next day. She was awake, waiting, and hoping he wouldn’t come.

She’d struggled with how she felt about what happened. He was exceptional at giving head and Stacy wondered how he got so skilled. But she didn’t know what to expect this time and that gave her anxiety.

At the club, she could pretend she was somewhere else. She was surrounded and ogled by strangers and coworkers—not to mention security. There were regulars but she never saw them outside of the darkened club.

But she couldn’t pretend in her apartment, in her bed, alone with a man she’s known for two years? Every month…or so…she handed him a check for rent. She was always grateful that he never made small talk, but he was still more familiar than strange to her.

Today, after she stripped for him, he positioned her ass in the air and face on the mattress. He sniffed her ass like he did her pussy.

“Mmmm” hummed from his lips. She closed her eyes and imagined he was one of her ex-boyfriends instead. None of them had ever convinced her to do anal but this wasn’t really anal. Just his mouth, not his dick.

She was so grossed out by the idea that when his wet tongue moistened her tightness and scruff scratched her butt cheeks, she scurried away. He didn’t let her get far before yanking her back by the hips. His tongue dug into her puckered hole, invading her backend.

Surprised at how scratchy it felt she grunted and pressed her face hard into the bed. He jutted in and out a few times before concentrating on rimming her. The slug in his mouth slimed her ass cheeks circling around her anus.

While the slurping and sucking sounds were unappealing and his unshaven face pricked her buttocks, she felt herself getting aroused. The thought and feeling of him making out with her ass made her clit swell. With every lap, her ass and pussy became more sensitive and warmer. She had to touch herself.

She tried to resist. Tried to ignore the urge and wait out the hour to be over. But when his tongue entered her again, it wasn’t scratchy anymore and she pressed her ass to his face hoping to inch his tongue deeper. Her hand shot to her pussy and began masturbating.

Immediately, her system was on fire with a mini orgasm. It whisked through her as quickly as it arrived, and she needed more. Moaning and whimpering she gyrated her hips in rhythm with his jutting tongue. Her finger dipped into her pussy, and she imagined being double penetrated by two penises.

Her mind was liquid and her body energy. Matter no longer existed leaving only pleasure and satisfaction. Her next orgasm sent her into another overly sensitive state of arousal.

She spoke without thinking, “I can’t. I can’t.” Breathless, her words were lost among his moans and slaps of wet ass against wet face. “Too much.”

A third orgasm ripped through her. She felt like her soul was being torn apart in the best way possible.

“Please. Mr. Jacobs.”

He slowed. Finally. Was the hour up or was he listening to her? She didn’t care. He started deep inside her ass cavity and wiggled his tongue around before slowly dragging it out.

She moaned loudly and he circled her small asshole. He flattened his tongue and licked her ass cheeks until every goosebump was touched by his tastebuds.

Before leaving, she heard his zipper again and he bent over her—his jeans scratchy against her used, damp ass. ”Can you call me ‘Daddy’ when I visit you like this?” His breath was hot on her ear and the weight of him made her feel trapped.

She didn’t respond, finding the request bizarre. That wasn’t part of the deal, but she supposed it was a harmless request.

“You hear me, Baby?”

She nodded and said, “Yes.”

He gripped her ass cheeks and pushed them apart, stretching her skin too taught. “Yes, what?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“Good girl. I’ll see you tomorrow, Baby.”

When she heard the door close, she relaxed her body enough to fall asleep naked on top of her sheets. She dreamed about having a threesome with two penises in two orifices at all times.

She masturbated before getting ready for work that evening.

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There were only 3 days left of Mr. Jacobs eating her out before she was free and clear on rent for another month, at least. She wasn’t sure if she could handle another day but was relieved when he didn’t show up at 9:00AM. Or 10:00AM. Or Noon.

She spent her day off worrying about when he would show up and what he would do to her this time. How many orgasms he would give her...

When evening came, she got worried he was taking back their deal and she would need to find another solution. But he unlocked her door just after dinner, when she would normally be getting ready for work.

He entered without a greeting and beelined to her bedroom. When she joined him, he was already on the bed and naked.

“Wait a minute!” she exclaimed. “You said only your mouth and hands. No dick, remember?”

“I just want to make out, okay?” he said with his hands up innocently. “Come on now. Clothes off and straddle me.”

He was more rushed than usual, and his tone wasn’t as friendly. She removed her clothes, skipping the sexy dance as she felt uncomfortable with the change.

His hand impatiently waved her over. He sat up with his bare ass on her pillow. She would need to do laundry when he left. His wide frame sunk her mattress slightly, reminding her she could use an upgrade. His chest and belly had fine hairs curling out leading to his lap where his penis lay flaccid. It was tiny. Not even the whole length of her finger, she guessed.

Trying not to laugh, she climbed on top of him, no longer worried about an “accidental” penetration attempt. She steadied her knees on either side of his hips and lowered herself onto his naked, squishy lap. Their genitals touched and she could tell that his cockhead was sitting between her ass cheeks.

The vulnerability turned her on but actually facing him and looking him in the eye made her body shake. She felt nervous. Kissing was more personal to her than getting head or a rim job. It was an intimate way of expressing desire, love, and lust. Maybe she could imagine one of her exes again. An hour was going to be a long time.

His hands rested on her hips and his thumbs absent-mindedly stroked the sensitive dips of her pelvis. She put her arms over his shoulders and gripped the headboard behind him. Clearing her throat and closing her eyes, she leaned in for a kiss.

He was gentler than his tone had implied he would be. The kiss started out slow and soft. They opened and closed their mouths in unison, as if they’d kissed each other their whole lives. His tongue gingerly ventured into her mouth, and she responded pleasantly with a moan.

His cock jerked beneath her. She pushed with her knees to give herself a little elevation so that she wasn’t literally touching his penis with her lower lips in case it got any bigger. But his grip pulled her down, grinding her completely exposed pussy against his pelvis.

She wrestled with his tongue, licked his teeth, and allowed him to completely fill her mouth.

A hand slid from her hip to her breast and fondled her nipple. She whimpered and he moaned into her. The vibration reminded her of when he hummed over her pussy, and she impulsively ground her clit against his lap. Her arms around his neck tightened as she tried to shove her tongue as deeply into him as she could.

He seemed to appreciate her vigor and gripped her ass cheeks, squeezing hard enough to plant crescents into her sin. Her were separated painfully before being let go to slap back together. He repeated this while jutting his tongue into her mouth and rocking his own hips.

Her pussy was begging, pleading for attention. She shoved a hand to her clit and got to work, occasionally fondling his cock with the back of her hand by mistake. She didn’t want to touch it, so she abandoned hand manipulation. And she wasn’t about to ask him to help her out.

She wondered how much longer she had when she found a slightly adjusted position that let her press her clit against his pelvic bone. Humping him forcefully and building her own climax gave him great pleasure. She could feel his arm jerking himself off behind her.

But not for long. He stopped and rubbed her back before focusing on her ass again. Opening it up wide and smacking it lightly a few times, causing her clit friction to cease. There was a hard sensation at her pussy entrance, and she knew what it was. He was still holding her ass open with both hands when Mr. Jacobs cock nearly dipped into Stacy.

That little taste sent her into a frenzy. She needed dick. She had to get fucked right now. She didn’t want Mr. Jacobs to fuck her but she still had to kiss him for who knew how long, and her pussy ached for a good trashing. An orgasm lingered in the background begging to be released.