[Marie has been late on rent for more than a month, coming up with excuses to stall her landlord, Mr. Luntman, but now he's threatening to terminate her rental agreement if she doesn't pay up. She's in-between stable jobs and low on funds, however, so makes up her mind to try to pay him in another way.]
"Mr. Luntman, I'm sorry I'm being so difficult," I say, "please come inside and let's talk about my possible options."
I step back to let him in, and he steps inside, shaking his head.
"You only have one option, miss Burke, and that's to pay up or move out in 14 days," he says, as he positions himself in the middle of the room.
"My visit here is my final warning. I can't have you freeloading here, I've got a business to run."
I nod and hug my body, pushing my breasts up a little. Mr. Luntman's eyes flick towards them for a split second.
"I know, Mr. Luntman, I know, but..." I trail off and let my hands slide down my t-shirt slowly, and then down the insides of my thighs and out. "I was thinking, maybe we could work out some sort of payment plan."
He looks at me dubiously. "Payment plan? I don't think that'll be possible. What did you have in mind?"
"Well," I say, moving closer to him, trailing my fingers across my bare arms. "I was thinking that maybe it would be possible for me," I continue, voice low, "to pay you back in something else," I raise my eyebrows, "than money."
I take a long look down at his pants and move my eyes back up to his again.
"Maybe I could pay you in favor? Be of service somehow?"
My voice has trailed off into a loud whisper.
Mr. Luntman clears his throat and I watch his neck take on a reddish color. I move closer yet, trailing my fingers across the collar of his shirt. "Do you think that would work out?"
He takes a deep breath and crosses his arms.
"I can't promise a plan, but we'll see what you can offer me, and I'll consider voiding last month's missing rent."
"Oh," I say, smiling brightly. I walk to the door briskly and lock it, turning back around. "That sounds amazing, Mr. Luntman. Let's do that, and you can decide whether a payment plan is possible after all."
I walk back towards him and pull him towards me by his belt.
"I'm going to do my best to persuade you, Mr. Luntman." I zip down his pants.
Then, as I trail my hands down the front of his shirt, I get down on both knees, and when my hands reach his pants, I pull them down along with his underwear.
His penis is soft but promising. As I look at it, I see it twitching.
I take it in one hand, softly, and start massaging it, gently at first, while it hardens in my hand. When it's half stiff, I raise my face and lock eyes with him. He's staring directly at my mouth. Then, while keeping eye contact, I take his penis into my mouth and start sucking it.
As I suck it with long, slow motions, I feel it growing inside my mouth, getting bigger and stiffer, until it fills out my mouth completely. I close my eyes and moan a little. Then I let go and slide my tongue around the tip.
"Mr. Luntman," I say in a low voice, "you're so big. You hardly fit in my mouth."
He grunts with arousal and lets his fingers slip into my hair.
"This better be a good one, or you can wave that payment plan goodbye."
"Oh don't worry, sir," I say, pressing my tongue against the underside of his cockhead, making him hiss. "I plan on being very memorable."
Then I place one hand on his ass and the other on his leg and start sucking again, this time in a quicker motion. My mouth slowly fills with saliva, and each time his cock slides out of my mouth, it's accompanied by a loud slurping sound.
I moan, feeling myself getting excited and wet, even if I'm not being touched. I look directly up at him again and let my hand slip from his leg to my pants, the other hand still on his ass.
I slip my fingers inside and find my clit, moving my index and middle finger up and down across it, letting out a moan. Mr. Luntman grunts again, unable to stop himself, and his grasp on my hair tightens. I feel him move his hand back and forth in rhythm with the movement of my head, and then suddenly, it's as if his lust takes over, and he pulls my hair tighter, yanking my head back and forth while pumping his hips against my face.
I stop moving my head and let him take over, removing my other hand as well. By now, he's fucking my mouth aggressively, pushing his cock so far down my throat that I start gagging. I moan again, a long sound that vibrates off his cock, and I push my other hand into my jeans.
Mr. Luntman places his other hand on the back of my head, fucking my mouth so hard now that saliva is trailing down my chin onto my breasts, the gagging intensifying. I moan louder yet and look at him again, feeling my eyes watering. Then I close my eyes tightly and relax my jaw, not wanting to throw up. Saliva is flowing out of my mouth steadily now, wetting my t-shirt and slipping between my breasts, but it only makes me moan more now, a guttural sound, and I press my fingers harder against my clit, feeling a wave building.
This only makes Mr. Luntman fuck my mouth even harder, and as he yanks my head back and forth, pumping his hips, he grunts louder, and mumbles "fuck!" underneath his breath.
Finally I feel the wave rising into an orgasm, and as I clench my sex, I scream out, the sound coming out as another, long-winded guttural moan.
I feel his cock tightening and then he yells out, coming down my throat, covering all corners of my mouth. At last, he pulls out his cock, pumping it with his hand, and shoots the rest across my face. Finally being able to breathe freely, I let out a last moan and toss my head back, catching the last remnants of his cum on my cheeks.
I look him in the eyes again and swallow hard, drinking up his load. Then I wipe a hand across my face and lick semen off my fingers. I take a deep breath.
"So," I whisper, my voice not quite itself yet, "do you think we can figure out an agreement?"
He looks down at me while zipping up his pants.
"For now, I'll void this month's payment, and the late payment from last month." He reaches his hand down and wipes his thumb across my lower lip.
"A payment plan might be possible. We'll have to see. I'll be back next month, then we can discuss future payments."
I nod and move my lips to catch his thumb, sucking on it a couple of times, then letting go.
"Thank you, Mr. Luntman," I whisper, "I won't disappoint you."