Landlord wants his Rent

A single mom reluctantly uses old methods to pay her rent.

I was a 21yr old single mom on the brink of being evicted by my landlord. He was a sixty-year-old, bald, fat tyrant with absolutely no compassion whatsoever. All he cared about was getting his money on time.

It was fair enough. It was his apartment, but I was working my ass off around being a single mom and all I’d asked for was a little extra time to get the rent payments back on track.

I wasn’t an addict or wasting what little welfare I received, and what little I earned as a waitress, on shit I didn’t need with money I didn’t have. Every dollar I was given and earned went towards surviving those early days of motherhood. My landlord didn’t give a shit though. Pay up or fuck off, was how he put it to me.

My parents helped where they could with babysitting and food, but they were poor themselves.

One Friday morning my landlord came around to serve me an eviction notice. He didn’t even knock the door. He had a key, so let himself in. I was sat in the lounge breast feeding my ten-month-old son. I was embarrassed when Mr Smith came in and sat down opposite me with no respect for my privacy.

I went to cover up, but he started barking that he wasn’t prepared to let me stay in the apartment anymore. He was sick and tired of my excuses and late payments, and he couldn’t see how I was ever going to clear the debt that was only growing each month.

I was paying my rent, just not the full amount.

All 5ft 5inches of me remained in the chair, feeding my baby in fear while my landlord spoke to me like a piece of trash.

“I just need more time, Mr Smith,” I pleaded, trying to hide my breast and shield my son while he sucked the milk from the teat.

“More time for what, Megan? To fall further behind? I’ll never get back what you owe me at this rate. I’m sorry,” he apologised for the first time ever, pausing to look at my son. “It’s sucks that you’ve been left to raise the little guy all by yourself. But it’s not my fault the loser who knocked you up did a runner.”

“I never said it was. All I’m asking for is some time and compassion. I’ve been a good tenant. I look after the place. I keep it clean and tidy. I don’t cause you any trouble.”

“But you don’t pay me the full rent each week! That causes me trouble!”

“Please don’t shout at me, Mr Smith. You’ll frighten my baby.”

My landlord sighed and put his hand up in another rare apology. He then watched as I winded my son after his feed. My full right breast was on show, red and swollen following the feed. I felt so embarrassed while Mr Smith watched me intently as I tucked it away and buttoned up the shirt.

“You’re a beautiful young woman, Megan. A sexy, young MILF. Perhaps we can come up with another way for you to pay the rent.”

I didn’t like the sound of that. I knew exactly what he was referring to. I tensed up and held my baby in fear. “Such as?”

“We both have needs. You need a safe place to live and look after your son… and I need to feel the warmth of a woman.”

“Sex?” I spat out.

“Of course,” he grinned. “The oldest profession in the world is a woman trading her body,” he smirked, looking me up and down.

“I’m not a whore, Mr Smith!” I defended my honor.

He then held the eviction papers up in his hand. “And I’m not a charity, Megan. Now, go settle your son and meet me back here ready to pay what you owe me, or start packing your bags. I know plenty of people who can afford to rent this apartment.”

“But that’s blackmail!” I gasped, standing and rocking my baby against my body.

“It’s an offer I’m making you. You can say no if you want.” The fat pig shrugged his shoulders. “Take it or leave it.”

“How soon do I have to be out?” I wasn’t spreading my legs for anyone to keep a roof over my head, let alone for Mr Smith.

“You’ll have until the end of the month,” he said, placing the eviction papers down on the coffee table.

“And what if I did… you know… agree to your deal.” I couldn’t believe I asked the question.

My landlord grinned from ear to ear. “Put in a good performance and you can start with a clean slate.”

“But how can I trust you?”

“You can’t, but you have my word. If you give me access to that sexy body today, then I’ll scrub your debt and you can start over.”

“But what if I fall behind again?” I was trembling in fear.

Mr Smith smirked and nodded. “That’ll be down to you, Megan. How about we first settle the debt you have right now? We can worry about any future debt if and when it arises.”

“Let me put my son down for his nap. I’m not saying yes to anything, but please wait here a moment.”

“Be quick,” he chuckled. “I’m a very busy man.”

I walked into the bedroom and apologised to my son while I laid him down inside his cot. He was already asleep. I made him a promise that I would give him the life he deserved, but for now, a mom had to do what a mom had to do. I couldn’t believe I’d agreed to do it, but those eviction papers scared the life out of me. I kissed my baby with a tear in my eye and returned to my landlord.

Mr Smith was already getting undressed when I entered the living area.

“Uh!” I gasped, standing in a long maternity shirt with just a pair of panties on underneath. I hadn’t showered or even had breakfast yet. My long mousey brown hair was in a ponytail and my braless D cups were sore and swollen.

“Don’t just stand there, Megan. I haven’t got all day. Take off the blouse and get over here.”

“But I haven’t agreed to anything!” I was stunned and anxious.

“Fine. There are your papers. I want you out by the end of the month.”

“Wait!” I stopped him getting dressed and looked at his fat, old body. He was disgusting.

“Stop the games, Megan, and take off the blouse.”

Against my better judgement, I inhaled a deep breath and unbuttoned the shirt. I then exhaled with my eyes closed before slipping the shirt from my body.

“I’ve always loved your big milk bags. Now get over here and start paying your rent.”

I walked hesitantly towards my landlord. He grabbed my shoulders, spun me around and put his wrinkly old hands on my breasts.

“I love a big pair of natural tits, especially when they’re full.” He squeezed my nipples, drawing milk from the teats. He then spun me back around and suckled on my nipples, moaning as he tasted my breast milk. “Now get on your knees.”

Riddled with shame and guilt, I got down on my knees and took his old cock in my hand. I then repulsively licked the glistening head and tasted the saltiness of his pre-cum and inhaled the muskiness of his odour. It made me recoil and consider changing my mind, but then Mr Smith grabbed the back of my head and forced his cock to the back of my throat.

“Mmm. That’s it, Megan. Take it all.” I gulped and gagged on his fat cock as tears ran silently from the corners of my eyes. “Put a hand inside your panties and play with your cunt. You might as well have some fun along the way,” he chuckled, pulling his cock out of my mouth.

“I’d rather just suck you off, if that’s alright by you,” I said submissively.

“No, it’s not alright by me. I want you turned on before I fuck you. Play with your cunt.”

I spread my knees and did as my landlord ordered. I looked at him with hate in my heart and pushed a hand down the front of my panties. I began to rub my pussy and stroke his cock while he watched me. I didn’t want to admit it, but eventually my body started betraying me. It felt good and I couldn’t stop myself from sighing and then moaning ever so softly. I was trying my best to hide it, but it was too obvious.

“Get back to sucking my cock but keep playing with yourself.”

I opened my mouth once more and stretched my lips around his thick cock. I closed my eyes, so I didn’t have to look at it, and began sucking him off. After a few minutes I realised I was moaning and fingering myself. I couldn’t remember slipping a finger into my pussy, but that’s what I was doing. My landlord waited until I was about to cum on my finger before he ordered me to go and bend over the table in the kitchen area.

Without any remorse or empathy, Mr Smith bent me over the table and pulled my panties down around my ankles. He then shoved a couple of fingers into my pussy from behind. I was involuntarily wet and aroused. He groaned as he positioned his old cock to enter me. I felt his fat belly pressing into my butt and then he slammed forwards. I gripped the table and grunted at the weight and force of his penetration.

“Mmm. You have a surprising tight cunt for a young, single mom, Megan,” he groaned, grabbing my hips as he proceeded to fuck me hard and deep from behind.

My landlord didn’t take it easy on me. He fucked me as if I were a whore while my baby slept peacefully in the other room.

“Mmm. That’s it, Megan. Grip my cock with your cunt. Mmm. Damn, what a fine cunt you have!”

I looked straight ahead into the mirror on the wall. I clearly wasn’t enjoying it. I was holding back the pain while an old man raped me. I might have agreed to it, but I didn’t want it.

“Yes,” he grinned at me through the mirror. “Look at those young udders bounce every time I slam my old cock into your tight, young cunt, Megan! Mmm. Your nipples are rock hard. You’re loving this!”

“Uhhh,” I sobbed and moaned. “Uhhhh.”

“Mmm. You’re the best single mom I’ve ever had. Maybe we can come to an arrangement after all. Mmm. You’re a sexy young mom who’s built to be fucked. Fucked by dirty old men like me.”

“Uhhhhhh,” my moans grew louder. “Uhhhh.”

“Ahhh! I’m gonna cum soon! Mmmmm!”

I wished he’d hurry up and finish so I could take a bath and scrub his disgusting presence from my body. He was sweating like a pig as he fucked me mercilessly. My landlord then reached under my body and grabbed my tits. He pulled me up, digging his fingers into my flesh, and began to buck his hips wildly. I felt something swell deep inside me, and then against my wishes, I was gasping in orgasm.

“Uhhhh… fuck… I’m cumming… uhhhh…”

“Ahhhh! Yes! I made you cum you little slut! Mmm! Ahhhhh! Here comes mine, mommy!”

With his hands mauling my tits, my landlord pumped me full of cum. He grunted like and animal, thrusting his hips while his old cock flooded my womb with masculine seed.

“Damn, Megan! That was great! I think I’ll take the eviction papers with me. Perhaps I was being a little too hasty bringing them over,” he chuckled.

My landlord pulled out and I felt his sperm run down the inside of my thigh. It was thick and warm.

“How about we make this a regular thing, you and me?” he smirked, putting his clothes back on while I pulled my panties up from around my ankles.

“My son is sleeping in the next room. I’m not a whore, Mr Smith,” I muttered shamefully.

“As agreed, your debt is cleared, Megan. You give me at least fifty percent of the rent each week, and the other fifty percent you can pay with your sexy body. How does that sound?”

My landlord was dressed, watching my tits as I put the shirt back on and buttoned it up.

“It sounds awful,” I sighed.” But fine, if it means you’re not going to evict me and my son, then fine.”

“There’s a good girl, Megan. A good mom will do anything to protect her kids. I’ll call round every Friday during feeding time. Consider it foreplay watching you breast feed.”

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