The Landlord

[Felix80]

"Get it together Felix," Jack muttered as he drove his Jeep Wrangler down the road to one of his apartment complexes. He took a deep breath and tried to keep the nausea in his belly to a minimum. He had broken up with his girlfriend last week, and he couldn't get her out of his head. Probably wouldn't be able to get her out of his head for at least another few weeks. Or a month.

It hadn't been true love, and by the end, the both of them knew it. Breaking up was always never easy, even if you both knew it wasn't working. Jack didn't hate her, but they didn't agree on anything. Politics, philosophy, their goals in life. They really didn't have anything in common. Whatever.

Jack was trying to focus on work. The problem was, even at it's most hectic, work barely took up any of his time. Jack had studied math and accounting in school. He'd managed to secure a home owner loan before he got out of college and rented the rooms out to other students. Instead of using the rent money to pay off the loan faster he put together a business plan and took out a business loan to buy a succession of houses around the college, leveraging his debt to increase his business. The business model was sound, and he moved on to low income apartment complexes and from there middle class apartment complexes. He hired business managers to cover the buildings, cutting them in with a percentage of the profits, ensuring their loyalty.

Jack wasn't rich, per se. Oh, he was definitely upper class. And although he had an impressive net worth, he didn't have a lot of liquid cash. Most everything was tied up in the business. Hence the Jeep Wrangler instead of a Ferrari. He was definitely wealthy though. Whatever else you could say about his lifestyle, it did give him all the free time he could ask for.

Which was the problem right now. Luckily, Jack was covering for one of his business managers who was on vacation taking a well needed rest in the Bahamas with her husband and kids. Well, rest was probably the wrong word. It sounded like a horribly stressful time to Jack, but probably one full of great memories.

Which was why Jack was driving to one of his middle class apartment complexes right now. Today he had to serve an eviction.

Sometimes evictions were awesome! Some deadbeat who never paid and never wanted to pay. Jack enjoyed confrontations.

This was not a good eviction. The tenant was a woman, who had been renting with him in good standing until she lost her job. Jack had been very understanding. The most important thing to a landlord is a good customer. He had been involved in this one, trying to find a way to help her through a tough time. Working with his manager, they had reduced her rent, let her slide for a few months and did everything they could. And she'd done her part, trying to get a new job, doing temp and part time work. Unfortunately, there comes a time when it was no longer economically viable and the landlord had to evict.

They had agreed on today.

Jack parked his Jeep in front of her apartment and took another deep breath, trying to focus on his work. He walked up to her door and rang the bell.

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OOC: Closed.

 

[MissyDemeanors]

"You are a grown woman Emily and you WILL NOT cry" I keep staring at my reflection urging it silently to do as I ask. The dark circles under my eyes are making 25 year old face look MUCH more grown than I'd like.

I splash some water on my face trying to wake up. Even if I cared to put on makeup I was too broke to have any. Working double shifts, at minimum wage, I still barely manage to feed myself.

I had been homeless and worked myself up from nothing. It all got taken away when my ex stole my identity and cleaned out my bank accounts. The debt collectors harassed me so bad at work I'd gotten fired.

I allow myself to look in the mirror again my dark brown eyes are blood shot. My curly blonde hair is unmanageable now. Bargain shampoo had killed it. It's almost to my chest and way over due for a cut. I shove it all back into a pony tail and take a deep breath.

I grab the last of my bathroom stuff. I walk into my living room and toss it into the last open box. There's 8 boxes in total and a futon. It's pathetic how little I own. I'd been selling everything just to keep the utilities paid and my car running.

I had lost a lot of weight being on the "I'm dead broke " diet. I was wearing my tight jean shorts today. The smallest I owned at size 4 and they still slip down. A raggedy t-shirt covered in paint and flip flops that are falling apart drive home how far I've fallen.

I'm down to two bras now and the one I have on is ready to break. If I'd gone to a cheaper place I might have been able to keep a roof over my head for a bit longer. I just couldn't scrape together a first and last payment for any place.

My neighbor Becca had suggested I try stripping with her but I had been to proud to do it. At this point I'm really hating my pride. I've done the homeless bit before and I can't imagine living in my beat up Buick again. I feel like my whole world is crashing.

The second I hear the door Bell my stomach drops. I know it's Jack. He's been so kind it almost gave me hope in humanity. I was hoping my perky b's and dazzling smile would work just a bit longer.

I'm run down now and it's already been 3 months. I have no excuses left and nothing else to sell. My apartment has always echoed. Minimal furniture and no carpet "baron" is an understatement. My flip flops sound deafening as I go for the door.

I open it to see Jack standing there. I lose all sense of control and just burst into tears. "Oh fuck I'm so sorry " I cover my face turning my back to him humiliated I couldn't keep it in check just a little bit longer.

I wave at my boxes sniffling begging my body to calm down. "That's all I have. If you help me take it to out I'll be out of your hair." I suck in a deep breath "thank you for giving me the last week. I wasn't able to find anyone wiling to take a deadbeat as a roommate so I'll just be in my car."

I manage to stop crying just enough to look at Jack and give a pathetic smile. He doesn't need this crap. He's been really helpful and I'm being so pathetic. I bite my lip and refuse to shed another tear.

Ooc:closed

 

[Felix80]

Emily opened the door and she was standing there in hip hugger Jean shorts that were riding low, exposing her skinny, tight body. Her paint splattered t-shirt hung over her top, her breasts poking up, exposing herself by how the voluminous shirt fell. With her hair back in a pontly tail And mily looked like that girl from the 80's band, The Bangles. Fuck, what was her name? Jack couldn't remember.

An image flashed into Jack's head, pinning her against the wall with his hips, her tiny frame dwarfed by his well muscled body, lifting her off the ground, her legs wrapped around his waist, both of them naked as he pounded into her, shaking the walls of the apartment.

Jack's moment of fantasy died as Emily burst into tears. He shook the unbidden sexual fantasy from his head, trying to figure out how to fix this. He hadn't expected Emily to cry. If he had time to prepare he would have a plan in place to deal with it. Most female tenants cried crocodile tears. But Jack did not think Emily was playing on his emotions. She had been very professional up to this point, and accepted that this was how the world works. Should he go to her? Pat her shoulder? Give her a hug?

They weren't that close. She was a tenant. He was the landlord.

"It's ok. I'm sorry too," Jack finally said.

But Emily was recovering already. She turned her back and waved to her boxes asking for help and apologizing simultaneously. Normally Jack didn't help move people out unless they abandoned the property, but this was a special circumstance. Wait, did she just say she was living out of her car?

Jack went to the boxes, easily throwing one over his right shoulder, lifting a second with his left hand. He turned to Emily, standing there in his own old t-shirt that was a bit too tight on his muscled frame and his loose jeans and work boots. Jack would look at home in a fire department or construction site. He stood about six foot, wide at the shoulder and in good shape. He looked at Emily for a moment and then sighed.

"Look, I hate to have to do this, you were an excellent tenant and you were upfront with me. I'd love to keep you on, but this is a business. I've got overhead and payroll. I'm sorry Emily. If you can think of some other way to pay me I'd be willing to consider it."

 

[MissyDemeanors]

Emily had gotten distracted for a minute watching Jack lift her boxes with ease. He was a big man. She would have had to drag one of those boxes all the way to the car. Her mind turned dark for a minute and she managed a smile for him.

"I understand. Sorry about the break down. It's just been slowly building. Like a tea kettle left on the heat for to long."

Emily stepped up and gently touched Jacks forearm "I really appreciate how kind you've been." She bent to pick up a box. She winced and shot up covering her back when she realized that she had just flashed the top of her thong at him.

She laughed nervously and shrugged. "I've sold pretty much everything I have. If you need a roommate I boil some mean rice and I take up very little space." Emily motioned around. "This is all the room I'd take up."

Emily sighed rubbing her neck. With out warning one of her bra straps snapped. " Son of a bitch!" She rolled her eyes and unsnapped her bra sliding off under her shirt she threw it in the box in front of her. "Fuck it all." She picked up her box using it to cover the fact her nipples were getting hard.

She looked at Jack and motioned her head to the door. "If we don't put my shit away now I'll offer you more then I have the guts too give handsome. I'm more desperate then I've ever been. Sorry I'm a train wreck. I appreciate the help"

She bit her lip and waited for him to walk out first afraid her pants might slide down in back again and flash him if she went first.

 

[Felix80]

Emily apologized, she told him how nice he had been and then bent over and gave Jack a nice view of her whale tail and the top of her ass. Jack grinned as he imagined her in that position intentionally. Face down, ass up, hot, wet, and ready to fuck. As nice as her rump was, it was just a fleeting thought. This wasn't really the time for thoughts like that. He was evicting her, and he wasn't the kind of guy who took advantage of women. Though he was horny, and if there was one good way to keep his ex off his mind it would be a long night of sex.

Jack shook his head. He was flipping between thinking of Emily as a person who was at a low point in her life, and a piece of meat to release his sexual Lust on. He had to keep his mind on the former.

Unless her bra snapped. Fuck, those were some nice nipples. And watching an attractive woman try to slip out of her bra without taking off her shirt and exposing herself was contributing to his slowly growing erection.

"Sorry," he managed to say as Emily cussed out her bra. Then she apologized, and as tempting as it was to explore her offer, he really didn't want to take advantage of her excessive misfortune.

She stood there staring at him biting her lip and Jack realized that she expected him to say something. "It's alright. I'm sorry you lost your job and everything. You're a smart girl and very attractive. I'm sure you'll be back on your feet in no time."

Jack paused. Did that come out as condescending as it sounded? Probably. "Look, if you would lead me to your car, I'll load the rest of these for you. Don't get me wrong, I'd love to see another wardrobe malfunction or two, you are a very pretty girl, but I'm here to help, not to oggle, or sexually harrass, or make you uncomfortable."

 

[MissyDemeanors]

Emily bent and put down the box she was holding. Her shirt dipped in front and she tried to lie to herself that she hadn't just flashed him. As she was coming up she couldn't help but see the outline of Jacks dick more defined. Apparently all of him was big.

She blushed feeling the heat all of a sudden. She winced. "Could I borrow your belt" She followed it with a nervous laugh. "I've lost so much weight the last few months these pants aren't going to stay up unless I tie them up.

Emily was trying to convince herself that her eyes were locked on his belt and not his cock. Between the stress and the mini melt down a good work out could help her situation. She shut her eyes for a minute feeling completely embaressed for staring for so long.

"I'm sorry I have to ask. Do you know anyone that could let me bum on their couch. I don't have many friends and the few I do don't have room." She could feel her shirt sliding off of one shoulder and didn't fix it. She was willing to show a little skin if it meant he could suggest a place for her to sleep beside her car.


She realized she was asking to stall. she had asked for his belt but she realized if she watched him take it off she might do something naughty.

 

[Felix80]

Emily bent down to put her box down and gave Jack a great down blouse shot of her tits. With her hair back in a ponytail and the over large shirt his view was entirely unrestricted. His dick throbbed in his pants involuntarily. She was staring at his crotch as she righted herself, and wasn't trying to hide it either. She blushed but she didn't stop staring either. And the Lust in her eyes was having the opposite affect of turning him off.

Jack would not take advantage of Emily. But he wouldn't turn her down if she came on to him. Fuck it, he needed to get laid and it looked like she did too.

"Sorry Emily, the only couch I have available is my own. Unless you've got something for trade instead of rent, it is going to be a no. As for my belt...". He let his voice trail off and grinned at her. "My hands are full. If you want it, you're going to half to take it."

Jack paused, letting the silence fill the room as his words sank in. "Or go naked."

 

[MissyDemeanors]

Emily had to force a laugh but it sounded more like a cough. She couldn't tell if he was serious about the naked bit.

She walked around her box and grabbed his belt. She looked up into his eyes and had to really think. Was she willing to offer to sex him for a place? Maybe she could just say she'd fuck him and then he'd feel to crummy to kick her out after.

She didn't know how she felt about using her body that way. Why hadn't she just agreed to be a stripper when she had the chance? She unbuckled his belt and slowly started to slide it off him. "I could take care of things."


She let her hand brush against his cock through his jeans as she drew his belt away. "Like cleaning, cooking other things like that." She slipped the belt into her belt loop. She couldn't bring herself out right to offer sex for a place to stay. Not to mention if she offered it did that mean they hooked up now or that she was on her hands and knees whenever he pleased.

Emily shivered slightly. Aroused at the thought of being dominated and stressed at the thought of being controlled. She tightened the belt around her waste and wedge it in place since the holes weren't where it was small enough for her. She rested her hand on his arm whispering. "If I took care of things for you would you let me stay?"

 

[Felix80]

Damn, she smelled good. Emily closed the distance between them and her hands went straight to his belt. Jack didn't move a muscle, but his body responded to her touch, blood flowing to his penis, making it throb. Which in turn almost made him touch her.

To say that Jack was losing perspective was an understatement. Emily rubbed her hand against his engorged cock, and that was it. She was definitely coming on to him.

Was he willing to let her move in if she slept with him?

Yes.

Now it was just a matter of negotiation, and Jack was very good at negotiation. Her hand was on her arm. That felt good. And it wasn't fair. But then, Jack wasn't planning on playing fair either.

"Cooking and cleaning? No, that doesn't do it. Sure, a girlfriend gets to live with a guy for free if she cooks and cleans and," Jack purposely flexed his pulman muscle. As close as they were standing the tip of his cock pressed against Emily through his jeans. "Other things. But I just got out of a relationship and I don't want to make an emotional commitment."

He was still holding the two boxes and not straining or sweating or showing any sign of fatigue.

"Sorry Emily. Unless you've got a different skill to call on, well, maybe I can recommend a shelter."

Was he a bad person for pushing like this? Jack pushed that thought out of his head. She was the one making the offer. He wasn't made of stone. Though part of him was becoming hard as a rock.

 

[MissyDemeanors]

The bastard was going to make her say it. His cock was scary big and her dry spell he'd probably split her in two. She glanced at the remaining boxes and a wave of sadness hit her. She'd fallen so low. Her ex had taken everything from her. How could she expect to get a job if she couldn't even give them an address to send the check to or keep clean with out a shower to speak of.

She remembered her homeless days breaking into the Y to shower. Getting use to her hunger because she had to pay for protection half the time since she wouldn't put out then either. She'd always wondered if she'd have found a home sooner if she had just swallowed her pride then.

She tasted blood in her mouth and realized she had bit straight through her lip. She winced and licked her lips making a choice. She knew even if she offered he'd want proof she wasn't just talk.

Emily moved forward surprised how much heat Jacks body emanated
. He smelled great. He was easy on the eyes too. It wasn't likely if she caved later the man offering would be as attractive. She grabbed his cock through his jeans.

Slipping one hand up the front of his shirt to touch his toned stomach Emily looked deep into Jacks eyes willing herself to speak. "Put down the boxes and I'll show you a taste of what I can do."

She slinked down to her knees ready to worship his cock with her mouth once his hands were free. Her dignity was out the window but she knew better than to give him the whole package up front.

 

[Felix80]

Her hand felt good and his cock responded to her, throbbing and getting larger under her touch. It was obvious what Emily was offering right now, but was that a one time thing for one night or an ongoing situation. The deal needed further clarification before he entered into it.

Jack took a few steps back and put the boxes on the floor. He stepped back to Emily and knelt down, lifting her chin so they were making eye contact. He held her gaze for a moment, searching for her reaction before he spoke.

"Before you demonstrate your abilities, I think we need to clarify the boundaries of this deal. First off, I don't want you to think of yourself as a whore, or a prostitute, or whatever. You're only going to be fucking one guy, me. I'm not a pimp, I'm not going to pass you around to other guys. In fact, if you fuck another guy the deal is off. Lots of lovers get into similar situations and call it a relationship. We're doing the exact same thing, only different. None of this emotional crap. Quid pro quo."

He waited for her assent and continued. "Secondly, you arn't keeping this apartment, you're moving in with me. You are my fake, live-in girlfriend. As far as the world is concerned we're in a relationship. You can tell people that. And yes, I expect you to cook, and clean too. Don't think it's just sex. When I tell you to do something, I expect you to do it. I get a willing servant, you get room and board. Quid pro quo."

Jack stood, undoing his pants, slipping his thumbs into his waistband and pushing them both down together. His cock popped out, slapping Emily on the cheek and leaving a residue of precum. It was large, about as thick around as a coke can, and long enough to give her pause. Uncut, the foreskin was pulled back slightly, exposing the tip of his glistening cockhead. There were two heavy balls hanging underneath, large, each about the size of a golf ball.

"Lastly, this is voluntary. You can end the deal whenever you want, no strings, no repercussions. But as long as you're living with me you are my servant, to use how I wish. If that's agreeable then strip off that shirt and start your demonstration. If not, I'll pull up my pants, we'll load your car and pretend this never happened."

 

[MissyDemeanors]

Emily felt like everything had spun out of control very fast. At first when he cupped her chin she had thought he was being tender. She hadn't interrupted him but she wiped her cheek feeling perturbed by how easy this choice was coming to him.

She wasn't his girlfriend but she couldn't be with anyone else. Her mind spun thinking about it. She was agreeing to be property. To use and abuse for his sake alone.

Staring at the cock throbbing in front of her Emily got a shiver down her spine. She was nervous, the thought of enduring that whenever he pleased didn't sound like a feet she could manage.

She knew she couldn't keep quiet and stalling only worked for so long. Cautiously Emily wrapped her hand around his cock as best she could. Wrapping her lips around the tip she licked away the precum slowly.

She began to stroke him slow gaining a consistent speed she used her free hand to stroke his balls softly. She couldn't and wouldn't say yes to being a slave. At least not verbally. She lapped at his dick unable to take it very far in her tiny mouth.

She looked up at the man offering her a place to stay. He was sexy and daunting. A small part of her nagged to just get her stuff and go. But she had gone this far already. She closed her eyes and focused on tending to him. This was as best a consent he was going to get. If he didn't take it she knew she'd walk away.

 

[Felix80]

She knelt there, staring at his cock, transfixed for what seemed like an eternity. When she finally moved it was to lick the precum off the tip and begin to work the shaft with her tongue. She was stroking his shaft and caressing his balls. Jack grinned.

"That's a yes then."

She was taking his cockhead into her mouth and pretty much stopped there, lapping away at the large, bulbous spearhead. She looked up at him and he smiled down at her. He reached down and gently patted her head, not able to run his fingers through her hair because of the pony tail.

"Good girl. This is good, I want you to milk my cock, worship it until I splatter cum all over that pretty little face of yours. But, before we leave here for my place, I'm going to want to get a taste of that pussy of yours. Would you like that?"

 

[MissyDemeanors]

She would actually. She ran her tongue down the under side of his cock and let the tip of it do circles over his balls before licking back up the shafts again.

He would have to wait to fuck her pussy but if she was getting him off she could get some too. She looked up at him and whispered "yes please" She didn't look away at first feeling naughty for submitting this way but she made her choice. There was no point in not enjoying it. She took his cock as deep as she could gagging on it. She kept sucking even as tears slid down her cheeks.

She made herself stop but only long enough to take off her shirt as he ordered. She went back to his cock determined to make him cum before he touched her pussy. She knew she couldn't let him fuck her yet so she went back to gagging on him slowly

 

[Felix80]

"Yes, please."

Jack's cock jumped at those words. Emily seemed to like that response because she threw herself on his dick with renewed vigor. She opened her mouth wide and rammed his cock into the back of her throat, slurping and sucking on it, trying to fuck him with her face as tears welled up in her eyes. She went crazy and Jack wasn't trying to hold back. He was getting close. Shestopped long enough to rip her shirt off and then went back to it, slower this time, but still trying to gag herself on his cock.

"You want that cum don't you?" Jack asked. "You want to make me cum, a nice big orgasm to rub all over yourself and slurp down your throat. Would that make you happy Emily? Being covered in my cum? Being indelibly marked as mine? Because I'm close."

And he was. Jack was holding back to hear the response to his questions, but he knew he couldn't wait much after that. Emily was about to get her new Master's cum.

 

[MissyDemeanors]

Emily felt entranced for a minute as she struggled to open her mouth wide enough for him. She heard his words and felt them. It felt freeing to let go of her pride. She couldn't imagine how much cum he had pent up. He said he had broken up with his.

She never swallowed and the thought of swallowing a lot made her anxious. She replaced her mouth with her hand. She let her tongue circle the tip hesitating because she could feel herself so aroused. She looked up at him as he told her she was good and talked dirty to him.

"Cum on my face Jack." She said it almost demanding it not letting a slip up like calling him "baby" or anything he'd take to think she would break his no strings rule. She was enjoying herself but she still needed a place to stay.

She kept stroking but tilted her head so he could cover her cheek. She coaxed his balls with her hand encouraging him to cover her. Wanting it all so he wouldn't have more to fuck her with.

 

[Felix80]

"Cum on my face Jack."

Fuck, that was all it took. A pretty girl begging to be covered in his cum did it every time.

Jack reached down and grabbed his cock at the base. He didn't want to waste any of this. Emily had turned her face to the side. Jack's hand on her head tightened its grip and turned her head, aiming his cock at her forehead. With her stroking still, Jack lost it.

A thick, heavy stream of gooey white cum blasted out of the end of his cock, splattering over her forehead. Some of it sprayed into her hair, some of it scattered over her face and down. Most of the heavy load stayed where it landed. The second blast came, slamming on her nose with a similar blast radius. The third shot went back up to her forehead. Jack managed to point his dick down enough for his last blast to his just below her collar bone, spraying down on her titties.

Afterwards, his cock hung there, throbbing a bit of cum still leaking out slowly. Jack pulled Emily closer, rubbing his cockhead over her lips, coating them in white. He took a step back and looked at her, a huge smile on his face.

"Fuck. You look so damn sexy like that. You're getting me hard again just looking at you like that Emily. This is going to be fun. I hope you're ready to cum, often and hard."

Jack stepped back in front of her, his slowly softening cock hanging in front of her eyes. He waited for her to lick him clean and realized he hadn't told her to yet.

"Clean up my cock with your tongue, and then strip off the rest of your clothes and show me your pussy."

 

[MissyDemeanors]

Emily couldn't even believe how much cum he had. It felt heavy on her face and she didn't want to open her eyes. She grabbed her shirt and wiped it over her face. She shivered at the site of the gobs of it caking the material.

Her face still had spots of it. Her hair and chest was splattered with it. His last command was quick and too the point. His Limp dick was less daunting but imagining being his sex slave where he would have that much cum seemed insane.

She forced herself to move forward and to wrap her lips around him. She flocked his sensitive tip with her tongue to coax the remaining come off his dick and in to her throat. She managed not to wince and she swallowed the salty appetizer.

She licked her lips for him to show she had swallowed. She sat back and laid on her back looking up at him. She slid her shorts off with out having to undo them. She left her thong on feeling exposed laying beneath him.

 

[Felix80]

Jack shook his head as Emily grabbed her shirt and wiped off his cum with it.

"What a waste," he said, sighing. "You could have eaten it, or worn it as body paint."

Jack chuckled as a thought came to him. "But then again, imagine how sexy and slutty you'll feel wearing a shirt stained with cum. We should stop for lunch on the way back to my place and sit in a restaurant with you in your cum-stained shirt. Would you like that, sitting there in public, people staring at you while you're wearing my jism, marked as mine?"

Jack listened for her response as he took off his shirt and kicked off his shoes and pants. He lay down on his side next to her on the floor, and looked into her eyes. His left hand began to rub her stomach, moving up to her breasts, rubbing in the cum.

"You are very pretty Emily. And you made me feel good a moment ago. Now I'm going to make you feel good."

Without breaking eye contact,his hand moved down her body and over her panties. Be started rubbing her through her panties, he tly and slow.

"What's this? Didn't I tell you to strip and show me your pussy? Bad girl." Jack have Emily's pussy a gentle slap. Not enough to hurt, but definitely enough to shock, and went back to rubbing her.

"I can see why you didn't want to take them off though. They're so wet. Sopping wet, and I bet they stick to your pussy."

He continued rubbing her sex, pressing down harder now, extending his middle finger so it cleft between her pussy lips through the wet thing. "Do you like that Emily? Does that feel good?"

He shifted his hand until his palm was pressing down on her clitoris area. Jack pushed down, grinding his palm on herclit through her panties.

"Do you like that Emmy? Does that feel good? If I keep it up, will you cum for me?"

 

[MissyDemeanors]

"We never agreed to us playing in public" She answered when he asked if she'd like to wear her cum stained shirt in public. It was already hardening and she was just thinking she'd throw it away.

She shut her mouth when he began stripping nothing just how cut he was. She felt a little more at ease not being yhe only one as excposed. She actually felt more comfortable as he laid down and began to worry less about his directing her.

As if he could read her mind the moment she felt cocky about getting away with wearing her panties he slapped her pussy. She gasped and bit her lip and looked away from him when she saw how wet her panties were.

His hand was massive he cupped her pussy so easily and his finger was making her blood pulse even though it hadn't gotten past her panty barrier. She gripped his hand suddenly feeling overwhelmed and second guessing herself. "I don't know if I can..." She left the words hanging as she tried fruitlessly to pull his palm away.

 

[Felix80]

Jack held his hand on her pussy as she pulled on it. He sighed. He thought it was going well. Was he going too fast? Was she uncomfortable with the whole deal? What was she thinking and why wasn't she telling him.

Jack released her pussy, moving his hand to caress her cheek, inadvertently getting some of her juices there. She was a very attractive woman and Jack didn't want the deal to be over before it began.

"You can't what, Emily? Beg? Be in public? Cum?" His voice was gentle, soft and deep.


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Out of Character: sorry for the short post, conversation can sometimes do that.

 

[MissyDemeanors]

Ooc: no worries I post short some times just to move it forward


Emily relaxed as he moved his hand back. He was clearly trying to be tender so she let the cum on her cheek slide. She turned her face from him shrugging

"You can't have it both ways Jack. If you want to use me then it's our secret that we keep at our home. I'll tell my friends we are just roommates. You can play with others I don't care. I just can't do it out and about."

She paused turning to him "if you can agree to that then I'll give you whatever you want behind closed doors." She forced her body. Sliding her panties down her legs she whispered "I'll be your cum slut."

 

[Felix80]

So that's what was bothering her! Exhibitionism! Everything was making sense again. Emily had seemed like she was having a good time up to that point, and she had devoured his cock with such relish that he had assumed she was enjoying herself. And she had come on to him to start all this. He definitely hadn't started his trip out here planning on trading sex for room and board.

Not that it was exactly that. As much as Jack wanted to keep emotions out of it, he knew that there had to be some sort of emotional connection. Already he didn't want Emily to be sad or upset, he wanted her to have a good time, be a good sport about the whole thing.

He shook his head, clearing it. Fine, if exhibitionism was off the table, it was off the table. Part of him had a thousand questions and caveats to ask her about. What about sex outside, like on the beach, or in the yard? What about sex in the car? Surely that didn't count as sex in public. What about making her cum, repeatedly, in a movie theatre? The floors were already sticlky, a little squirt of girl cum wouldn't hurt anything...

Jack tabled all those thoughts, putting them aside for now. She was coming on to him again, and frankly, she was saying all the right things.

"My cum slut, huh?" Jack asked with a grin, leaning forward and kissing her forehead. "Hmmm, I do like the sound of that. Cum slut."

Jack reached his hand down to her freshly exposed pussy and began to rub it again, his middle finger again parting her pussy lips as he ran up and down. "Of course you know, I'm going to be calling you that now. Cum slut. In private, of course."

His middle finger dipped inside of her, pushing into her vagina. "You realize, you are going to be cumming more than I am."

Jacck curled his finger, searching the 'roof' of her vagina for that wet, rough patch that designnated the g-spot. "My cum slut. It doesn't just mean that you're my recepticle for cum. Or that you're going to be slurping up lots, and lots of cum, both yours and mine."

He found it, The G-spot wasn't that hard to find if you knew what to look for. It wasn't a articular organ. It was a little patch where the 'female prostate,' the clitoris and the vagina all had an immense number of neuron clusters near each other. It was only as small as a dime, and Jack's finger tip was larger than it. But when he started rubbing on it the neurons would all fire, sending a sensation to her brain that Jack could only imagine. "It also means that I'm going to make you cum. Over, and over, and over, and over..." He rubbed her g-spot in the same tempo he was repeating 'over.'

Keeping his relentless assault on her g-spot up, Jack shifted his position, sliding his legs away from Emily a bit, but bringing his torso closer; close enough to take a nipple in his mouth and lick and suck on it. No longer leaning on his side he used his free hand to begin playing with her other breast, squeezing and caressing it.

His lips released her nipple just long enough for Jack to whisper, "I want you to cum, slut."

 

[MissyDemeanors]

Emily had been holding her breath with out realizing it. She released it when Jacks facial expression changed. She didn't want to be a cum slut or a sex slave but both options, even together, sounded better than being used in public.

Her stubborn side had kicked in and knowing and made her choice she had to make this work. She'd seen how excited he was when her face was covered she knew what got him off most.

"You'll cum more than me" he said but she didn't believe him. It was hard to make her cum and he came a lot! He began to shift and she got nervous. She thought she'd upset him at first or maybe he wanted more.

She was still getting over the tenderness of him kissing her forehead when his hand touched her. He could be gentle and talk dirty at the same time. That was a skill he'd have to teach her. When his finger parted her pussy lips she didn't stop him.

Her mind spinning and her anxiety got cut short when his fingers started to move. He had found that spot so easy. Why was it so hard for others. He was staring at her intently.

She blushed when his mouth was on her nipples it reacted so quickly. Again her mind wandered. If this was him gentle how would he ravage her when he was mad. Would be honor their agreement and not make her do things on public.

She couldn't suppress her moan. She opened her legs for him and her breathing picked up. His finger felt fantastic. She had to ignore the sound change as her pussy started to get wet. It had been a LONG time.

He called her a slut and said he wanted her to cum. Both were blazing red lights in her head. She was shocked how much it turned her on. "Then please don't stop." She pleaded with him she was going to come quicker than she'd ever cum in her life.

The tip of his tongue on her nipple was almost too much. Her senses were on complete overload. She shook and gasped. She squeezed her muscles to grip his finger just for a second.

He wanted him to know how tight she'd grip his dick once they started fuckig. Her legs were fully open now she tilted her hear back. She felt like saying his name wasn't enough but all the terms of endearment were off the table.

"Your slut wants to cum for you!" It sounded so bizzar and erotic to her. Her nails tried to grip the floor. She felt ready to scream. She couldn't even remember the last time she made herself cum let alone a man.

 

[Felix80]

"Your slut wants to cum for you!"

Jack felt his dick throb at those words. Emily was enjoying herself. Good.

He took a deep breath, pushing himself up on his belly. His right hand moved from her titty to the floor and pushed, spinning Jack so his face was now near Emily's exposed pussy between her wide open legs. His finger kept rubbing her g-spot, but with a quick maneuver his mouth was now directly over Emily's clit.

Jack exhaled, fast, blowing cold air on her clit. He extended his tongue down along his chin, bent his neck and began lapping away at her clit, smothering her love nub with his rough, wet tongue. He pushed down with his head, grinding his tongue around her clitoris, his finger working diligently on her g-spot.

It wouldn't be long now.