Aspiring Writer Finds a Creative Way to Pay Her Rent. Or Does She?
This short story features an Age-Gap blowjob, sex and has a twist
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The tears weren’t working.
My landlord, easily twenty years my age, wasn’t budging. Standing at the doorway of my tiny apartment, he stared at me with uncaring eyes.
Well, uncaring wasn’t fair. This was the third time in the past six months I didn’t have enough for my rent.
“Did you look for a roommate? There’s lots of people who’d be prepared to pay to sleep on your couch. You could get as much as $600 — “
I cut him off. Angrily, I said, “I told you, I’m not getting a roommate. Every time I’ve had one, it’s been a disaster. I’ll make it work. I’m just not making enough writing. I’ll get a job serving, and by next month, I’ll have what I owe you plus the rent for September.”
Shaking his head vigorously, my landlord said, “That’s what you said last month. I don’t see the money, Rhea. You’re out of options. I know you’re young, and you’re trying to make your way in the world, but I’m not a charity -”
“What if I let you fuck me,” I blurted out.
“Sorry, what?” he said, his voice sounding incredulous.
I took in a deep breath and thought carefully about what I was about to say. On exhaling, my words came out in a rush, “I’ll let you fuck me twice this month if you cut me some slack on the rent.”
One of my landlord’s eyebrows arched upward, and he said, “What does slack mean?”
Caught off that he didn’t shut me down entirely, I spluttered, “Ahhh… knock off $900 off what I owe you?”
Kevin, my landlord, said in a deadpan voice, “Not good enough.”
With a pissed-off look on my face, I said, “Sorry? Not good enough. I’m half your age, and I’ve seen the way you’ve looked at my ass. Actually, I think it’s more than good enough. You can take it or leave it.”
A sly smile flexed onto Kevin’s face. He said, “I’ll leave it, thank you very much, and tomorrow, I’ll be back with your 2-week eviction notice.”
He turned to the door to leave, but before he could open it, I said in a rush, “Knock off eight hundred, and I’ll throw in a blowjob. I’ll suck your dick. Like right now.”
As his hand stayed on the doorknob, he said over his shoulder, “Seven hundred and two blowjobs, and I want to hear you say this was your idea — that it was you and not me who proposed this deal.”
Putting my hands on my hips, I said firmly, “Kevin, turn around.”
Slowly, he did. In actual fact, he wasn’t a bad-looking guy. He was tall, lean, and had these muddy hazel eyes that gave his face a kind feel. If this was going to be my first foray into sex work, I could do worse.
When his eyes met mine, I injected a healthy dose of confidence into my voice and said, “I’m not eighteen. I’m twenty-five, and if I want to sleep with my landlord for a monetary exchange, that’s up to me. Do you understand?”
“I do,” he said plainly. And then he added, “And my offer?”
I raised my chin and said defiantly, “I reject it. My offer was final. If you don’t like it, drop off the eviction notice.”
His jaw tightened, and he took on a faraway look. He was thinking it over. Finally, when his eyes returned to mine, he said, “We have a deal.”
A pleasant smile erupted on my face. Gesturing to the couch in the apartment’s tiny living area, I said, “Have a seat. I believe I owe you a blowjob.”
A quick minute later, I was in the process of hurriedly pulling down Kevin’s pants. As was the case with most women, I was curious to see what was underneath.
Having sex with a man for the first time was kind of like playing The Price is Right. You know that feeling you get when they reveal the prize for each game? Sometimes, you got the Ford Mustang, and sometimes, you got the dinette set.
Kevin’s package was the equivalent of an all-expenses trip to somewhere in North America. As TPIR went, there were worse prizes. Much worse.
Taking his tool into my hand, I started to give him a slow hand job. Looking up into his face, I said, “Be honest with me — how much have you wanted this?”
As he considered my question, his eyes narrowed to show off his crow’s feet. He said, “I’ve wanted it quite a bit. You’re beautiful. And I just love the skirts you always seem to be wearing.”
“Beautiful, eh? And you like my skirts. I like them too. They’re comfortable and accessible if you know what I mean.”
Before he could reply, my mouth darted to the head of his cock. With my hand at its base, my mouth took in the first half of his meat. With my tongue pressing against the underside of his phallus, I gently started to move my head up and down.
From above, I heard, “Jesus, yes. So good.”
Along the spectrum of cock sucking, I was definitely on that part of the continuum that took things slow and steady. As was the case for my writing, I preferred a slow burn with twists and turns instead of the manic and straightforward.
Pulling my mouth off Kevin’s meat, I raised my hand on his shaft, grabbed him just underneath his head, and pulled down, straining his foreskin right to the threshold that separates pleasure from pain. When I heard a short intake of breath confirming I’d found the right spot, my mouth returned to his crown. Holding him tightly, I stroked the upper half of his shaft while my mouth and tongue played with his glans.
In response to this treatment, I felt Kevin’s hand grab the back of my head. I’m Lebanese-Italian, so my thick, curly hair had lots for him to take up. But he didn’t force — instead, while I pleasured him, he kneaded my hair and whispered how good I was making him feel. He was turning out to be a considerate partner.
Pulling my mouth off him, I looked up and said, “So, do you do this often?”
His mouth cinched to the right of his face. “Do what often?”
Rolling my eyes dramatically, I said, “Cut deals like this with your other tenants?”
“Officially and for the record, you’re the first.”
I sped up the pace of my stroking and said, “Sure. The first this week.”
Taking in a sharp breath, he said, “Fuck, that’s it, Rhea. That feels nice.”
Smiling at his words, I said, “Nice, eh. Could you be more specific?”
His voice, now straining, he said, “Nice means I’m gonna cum.”
When I stopped stroking him, his eyes flashed wide in a panic. “Fuck! What! Jesus, I was almost there.”
Standing, my hands reached underneath my skirt and pulled off my panties. For a brief moment, I held them in front of Kevin. When his eyes zeroed in on them, I tossed them at his face and said, “I’ll be back in a second.”
Walking to my bedroom, I opened my night table and grabbed a condom. Returning to the couch, where I found Kevin inhaling my scent from the gusset of my underwear, I held up the condom and said, “This is going better than I expected. We’re going to fuck if that’s okay?”
Wearing an elated smile, Kevin said, “Okay, by me.”
With his cock sheathed in protection, I lifted my skirt and straddled my landlord’s lap.
Between the act of reaching this illicit deal and blowing a man who was old enough to be my dad, my pussy was creamy and ready.
While staring down into Kevin’s eyes, I reached under my skirt and guided the head of his cock to the entrance of my sex. On making contact, I slowly pressed my hips down, driving his stiff tool into me.
It had been a few months since I’d last been with a man, and I’d never been into dildos of any size, so the whole of my pussy was tight. On closing my eyes and breathing in deeply, I slowly worked his dick into me so that my clit was pressed against that precise part of the male body that was designed to set off a woman’s orgasm.
Leaning forward, I placed my mouth beside Kevin’s ear and said, “I have a secret to share.”
“Young lady, I’m ready to hear your confession,” he whispered.
I bit my lip on hearing his reply. A confession indeed, I thought.
To this handsome older man, I said, “The truth is that I’ve always wanted to fuck someone much older than me, and when we first met, I knew it was going to be you. I just had to have you. I had to have you inside of me. Fuck me, Daddy, please.”
He didn’t reply to my statement. Instead, his hands slipped under my skirt and latched onto my hips. Holding me in place, he started to maneuver his more than adequate fuck-pole inside of me. It felt so fucking good.
Complementing his efforts, I started to roll my hips in rhythm with his movement. Pressing down on him, I purred, “Fuck me, Daddy. You feel so big inside me. Harder, Daddy. Fuck me harder.”
Grunting, I felt Kevin put more pressure on my hips just as he started to buck more aggressively. The increased contact sent mini shockwaves of pleasure through me every time my clit connected with his body. At the same time, with every thrust of his cock, my labia stretched and contracted, setting off a different but equally wonderful sensation in my brain.
The rough but intimate dance went on until Kevin suddenly moved his hands from my hips to my shoulders. Grabbing me with all of his strength, he pulled me down into his body, and with a voice loud enough to be heard in the hallway, he announced, “I’m gonna cum. You are so fucking tight, Rhea. So, beautiful. I’m cumming!”
The first pulse of Kevin’s cock filling his condom set me off.
With deep strokes, I grinded myself into a powerful orgasm.
Dropping my mouth to Kevin’s neck, I unleashed a scream of pleasure as wave after wave of fuck energy ripped through every fibre of my body.
With one final deep push of my hips, I pulled my face from the man I’d just conquered and stared into his earthy eyes.
He was older than I thought. Perhaps he had twenty-five years on me, not twenty. There were deep lines where there had been none on the faces of the other men I’d slept with. It was a huge fucking turn-on.
Tilting his head, he said, “A penny for your thoughts?”
“Not a penny, exactly. Give me a second,” I said casually.
Pulling myself off of him, I walked into the kitchen, grabbed an envelope, and returned to the man who, only a minute before, had thoroughly got my rocks off. Holding the envelope out to him, I said, “My rent for this month and everything else I owe you. In full.”
Kevin’s lips pursed together, and for several moments, his eyes moved back and forth between the money and my face.
He put it together quicker than I thought he would. His eyes widened, and he said, “All of this was an act, wasn’t it? Even the crying? Jesus, Rhea, you know you could have just asked?
Winking at him, I said, “I could have, but that wouldn’t have been anywhere near as fun. And remember, I’m a writer. This little ruse has given me lots of ideas and emotions to pull into my current novel. You’ve been incredibly helpful.”
A cheeky smile returned to his face. “So, you used me?”
Matching his grin, I said, “Used is a strong word. Let’s just say you were my muse for this evening.”
Kevin let out a low chuckle, shaking his head. “You’re something else, Rhea. What am I supposed to do with you now?”
Arching my eyebrow, I said, “You? Well, you could start by putting your clothes back on, and then you can see yourself out the door. You’ve given me what I needed. But me… I’ve got a book to finish.”
Dropping the smile from my face, I added, “We’ll chat next month when the rent is due. It may be I’ll need your inspiration again. But only maybe.”
Blowjob; Age-Gap Sex; Erotica
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