I woke up Monday morning with enough time to go to the gym before heading to work. I always have much more energy when I hit the treadmill before I start the day. I left the gym feeling refreshed, and almost couldn’t wait to get to work. I’m in advertising, and lately my superiors had been really impressed with my ideas. I was starting on a new account that morning, and was feeling very creative.
When I got to my desk I found a message asking me to go to my boss’s office. Imagine my surprise when he said that the agency was shutting down because it was losing too much money.
“Sally,” he said, “you’re one of the brightest people I’ve ever had work for me. I promise, as soon as I get another company up and running, with some different people handling the finances, you’ll have a job again. I can’t tell you how soon that will be, but when it happens, I want you on board.”
As much as I appreciated his praise, kind words weren’t going to pay my rent. He gave me severance for a month, saying it was the best he could do, and I went back to my desk to collect my things. I was miserable. Like most twenty-somethings, I had saved almost nothing, even though my salary was pretty high. I had never given a second thought to purchasing hundred-dollar dinners, or four-hundred-dollar suits. I spent money freely, and now I was in a bind.
I got on the subway and headed home. I had no idea what I was going to do. I could look for another job, but in today’s market I knew that could take months. I could wait for my boss to set up another agency, but that also could, and probably would, take months.
I got home and crawled into bed, racking my brain. My bills could be covered for a little while, but my rent would still be due in another month. I tried to sleep, just so I could forget about my problems for a while, but that didn’t work. I was too stressed out for napping.
Come on, Sally, I told myself, you’re a smart girl. Use some of that talent and come up with an idea.
I lay in bed for hours, and then it hit me: The first step was to call my landlord and explain the problem. I had been a good tenant for three years, and I thought maybe Mickey might be agreeable to just suspending my rent for a couple of months. At least if he had the right incentive. I got on the phone and dialed his number.
“Hey, Mickey,” I said, “it’s Sally in 5-D. Do you have a little time to come up to my apartment? I kind of have a problem I need to talk to you about.”
Mickey’s office was downstairs, so normally it was no big deal for him to stop by. “Sure, no problem, Sally,” he said. “Everything okay?”
“Umm, not really,” I said. “But I’ll tell you about it when you get here.”
“Yeah, sure,” he said. “I’ll be up in about an hour.”
“Great, Mickey, thanks,” I said. “I’ll see you then.”
I hung the phone up and decided to take my suit off. I wouldn’t be needing it for a while. As I undressed I caught sight of myself in the mirror. Years of going to the gym had really paid off. My body looked lean and sensuous, and my breasts were really quite perky in spite of their fair size. Hey, I thought, I could always become a stripper if I couldn’t find a nine-to-five! I picked out one of my most comfortable silky nightgowns, which was very sheer. I put on my terrycloth robe over it then, on second thought, I took the robe off again.
Just about an hour later, Mickey rang my doorbell. He’s in his late thirties, and cute in a very blue-collar way. He’s always fixing things around the building, so he never wears more than a T-shirt and jeans. Today he was a little sweaty, and I figured he must have just come from one of those repair jobs.
He noticed that I was staring at him-but then, he was staring at me too. “Sorry about the appearance,” he said. “The lady in 3-B had a backed-up sink. I just came from her place.”
“No problem, Mickey,” I said. “Come on in.” I had tied my blonde hair up in a ponytail, and I knew I looked younger than my twenty-four years. At least from the neck up.
He sat down at my kitchen table, and I poured him a cup of coffee. When I brought it over, I noticed that he couldn’t take his eyes off my breasts. I must say they did look very pronounced-bigger than usual, I guess, because I didn’t have a bra restricting them. A little unwisely at that point, perhaps, I found myself asking him about his wife.
“She’s all right, I guess,” he said. “So what’s the problem, Sally?”
I sat across from him and told him about losing my job. “Unfortunately,” I said, “I don’t have much money saved, and my boss only gave me a month’s salary. I’m sure I’ll get a new job soon, but I just wanted you to know. I mean, I love this apartment so much, and really don’t want to lose it. Plus, you know what a good tenant I am, Mickey.” I flashed him a big smile, at the same time leaning back so my breasts were pressed against my nightgown.
“Sally,” Micky said, “you’re one of my best tenants, for sure. I’d hate for you to have to leave. But if you can’t pay your rent, how do you plan on keeping this place?”
I took a deep breath. I didn’t want to come right out with what I was thinking. “Well,” I said, “I was hoping that, if it was necessary, maybe you could suspend my rent for a couple of months. Then once I get a job, I’ll pay extra every month until I work it off.”
He thought about it, then said, “Hmm, that’s not a bad idea. That might work.” But he didn’t sound very enthusiastic.
I offered more. “Maybe I could even help in the office-you know, organizing appointments for the building, helping with any paperwork you might have.”
Mickey laughed. “You’d have to do a lot of paperwork to add up to seventeen hundred dollars a month’s worth.”
“I know,” I said. “I just want you to know how badly I want to keep this apartment.” And with that, looking him right in the eye, I slowly pushed my nightgown over one shoulder, exposing almost half of my right breast.
His eyes widened, and I saw that he was finally getting the message. “I was just hoping we could work something out,” I said. “Some kind of payment plan that would let me hang on to this place. You know?”
Mickey didn’t say anything for a long moment. Then he leaned forward and reached out to push the gown further over my shoulder, until it slid away entirely from my breast. I got a flash of heat between my legs as his hand slid over my tit. “Well, maybe we can,” he said, his voice sounding husky. “Maybe we can just do that, Sally.”
I nodded encouragingly, and let his hand explore.
“Why don’t you come and sit over here,” Mickey said after a minute, patting his lap.
I got out of my chair, went around the table and sat on his lap. I couldn’t believe I was doing this, but at the same time there was something about it that appealed to me. The thought of using my body to get what I wanted was strangely arousing. As I lowered myself, Mickey pulled the left half of my robe over my other shoulder, so that both my breasts were naked and available to his touch. He smiled at the sight of my erect nipples, and toyed with them with his fingers.
“Are these babies so hard because you’re excited or because you’re nervous?” he said.
“A little of each, I think,” I replied. Actually I wasn’t nervous at all, but I didn’t want to let on to him how excited this whole thing was making me. But I couldn’t help giving a little gasp as he pulled the top of my nightgown all the way down so that my entire upper torso was bared to him.
I felt Mickey’s cock jump to attention against my ass. “Oh my god, Sally,” he said. “Your tits are something else. My wife’s aren’t half that size.”
I changed my position on his lap so that I was straddling him, and raised one of my nipples to his lips. “Let’s see if they taste different too,” I said.
I pressed the rock-hard jewel into his mouth, and he sucked away at it as though he hadn’t sucked tit in years. “Nibble on my nipples, Mickey,” I said. “I love having them tugged.” As he did, I rubbed my swiftly dampening pussy against his crotch.
Every guy I’ve ever been with has loved my breasts, and especially the nipples, because they’re such a deep red and are bigger than those of most girls. Mickey was no exception. His mouth couldn’t work fast enough, gobbling up my melons. I pushed them together for him and told him to take both in his mouth. Having both tits sucked on at the same time makes me crazy. At this point I was gyrating so hard against his crotch I thought I was going to come.
But then I slowed down, deciding to tease him a bit. Pulling my breasts out of his mouth, I rubbed my hands all over them, and he looked like he was going to explode. I grabbed and pinched my nipples, moaning as I pulled at them. I knew he’d really go nuts when I bent my head down and lifted my left boob into my own mouth, and I was right. I love wrapping my lips around my juicy cherry-red nipples, especially when I have an audience. And Mickey was a great audience. He was loving every minute of my little show.
I felt how engorged his cock was, and I imagined how good it would taste. Raising my head from my breasts, I slid off his lap and knelt in front of him. “When are we going to negotiate my rent, Mickey?” I said innocently.
Even though he looked like he could shoot at any minute, he was still a savvy negotiator. “We’ll talk after I see how good a cocksucker you are,” he said.
He unzipped his pants and leaned back in his chair, showing off a nice big cock. The sight made my pussy cream even more. It looked so delicious that I almost couldn’t keep myself from shoving my mouth around it. The thought of teasing him was even more appealing, though. I kissed the purple head until I tasted his salty liquid. Then I licked up and down the length of his shaft.
I wanted to suck on it so badly, but I needed some rent leverage, so I held out as long as possible. I worked my way down to his balls and started in on them. I played with them and sucked them between my lips until I thought he’d burst. For about twenty minutes I alternated between kissing and licking his cock, toying with his balls all the while, until I couldn’t hold out any longer. I wanted to lap up his salty juice so badly that I just started sucking away.
I pumped my ravenous lips up and down Mickey’s hard-on until he was on the verge of coming. Then I stopped sucking him, sat back on the floor in front of him and pulled the bottom of my nightie up around my thighs. My clit was peeking out from the top of my slit, glistening with my juices. I reached between my legs and started stroking my own pussy. Mickey couldn’t take his eyes off my wet box. I rubbed myself for a few minutes, then inserted my middle finger in my opening.
Mickey’s dick was still standing at attention, and he grabbed for it. I told him to stop, saying that that was my job. He replied that in that case I ought to be fired for neglecting my work. I thought my pussy show had gone on long enough, so I decided to give him what he’d been waiting for. I led him over to my bed and pushed him down while I got on top of him.
I couldn’t believe I was about to fuck the hell out of my landlord, but the sight of his hard body made me want to do things I’d never even thought of before. Maybe being out of a job wasn’t as bad as I thought! I lowered my creamy hole over that big cock, taking the head between my eager pussy lips.
Suddenly he grabbed my ass and shoved his dick inside me. “Stop being such a cock-tease and fuck me already,” he said. “This was your idea, remember?”
He didn’t have to urge me on the feeling of his cock inside me made me want to get down to business. I rode that cock so hard I thought my bed was going to break. My tits shook so violently from all the bouncing that I grabbed onto them. Seeing me fondle my own breasts again made Mickey go crazy. He pumped me from underneath until I was groaning with passion. Finally he came inside me, and that sent me over the edge.
We lay next to each other for a few minutes. Finally Mickey said, “Sally, you have the tightest pussy I’ve ever had wrapped around me, and my god, you’re an incredible fuck! I’m sure we could negotiate a deal, but there’s one other thing. I’m not the only owner of this building, you know. You’ve seen Paul around here, right?” I nodded. “Yeah, well he’s my partner, and I’m not sure how he’s going to feel when he finds out that I’m the only one who’s been paid.”
I had indeed seen Paul around the building, and he was a million times hotter than Mickey! Totally my type-shaved head, green eyes, ripped body. I just couldn’t believe that I was going to get to fuck him too! “Well, Mickey,” I said coyly, “if he’s your partner, I guess he should be in on the deal, right?”
“Let me call him now,” Mickey said. He called Paul up and told him to meet us in my apartment.
When the doorbell rang, I still didn’t have any clothes on. I threw a towel around myself, figuring Paul was about to see everything I had anyway. I opened the door and there was Paul, obviously surprised by my appearance.
“What’s the problem, Sally?” he said. “Someone steal your clothes?”
“Go ahead, Sally,” Mickey said. “Tell Paul what your problem is.”
“Well, Paul,” I said, “as I’ve already explained to Mickey, I lost my job this morning, and I really have no way of paying my rent. Mickey was nice enough to let me fuck him to pay some of it off, but he pointed out that I probably owed you also.”
I let the towel drop as I said this. Paul stood there with his mouth open. “Are you guys fucking kidding me?” he said.
“Hey, partner,” Mickey said. “I couldn’t in good conscience keep this from you.”
Paul looked at me. “A girl’s gotta do what she’s gotta do,” I said. “Follow me.”
“Ohmygod,” Paul stammered out.
Back in my bedroom, I climbed on my bed, got on all fours and pulled Paul over in front of me, while Mickey headed for the other side of the bed. As I tugged at Paul’s zipper, I asked him what other parts he had shaved aside from his head.
“You’ll see for yourself,” he said.
I managed to get his pants around his ass before his huge cock sprang out of his boxers. “Oh my,” I said. “Usually men shave down there to appear larger. You don’t have that problem, do you?”
As he shook his head, I dived in. My legs were spread wide enough for Mickey to get between them, but since I was really wet, I knew my juice would be all over his face. I stopped blowing Paul long enough to turn around and lick my come off Mickey’s mouth. He groaned. I turned back, letting him get back to eating my pussy while I gulped Paul’s huge rod into my mouth again. I rubbed my cunt all over Mickey’s face while I slurped on Paul’s member.
We kept at it this way for maybe fifteen minutes, until I began to beg Mickey to fuck my aching slit. I couldn’t wait to feel myself getting fucked from behind while I was eating another guy’s cock.
“Hey, Sally,” Paul said breathlessly. “How many times do you figure we can do this to make up the rent, baby?”
“Oh, at least every day,” I panted. “I mean, I don’t have a job now, so I should have no problem fitting you guys into my pussy-I mean, my schedule.”
Actually at that point I would have agreed to even more than once a day. Having two guys at once was the most exciting thing to ever happen to me. I loved getting drilled at both ends, and they were obviously loving it too. I didn’t want either of them to come just yet, so I stopped sucking Paul and suggested they switch places. Neither seemed to mind. Soon I was mouth-fucking Mickey once again, while having my pussy hole deliciously spread by Paul’s unbelievable tool. I took them both all the way in, and nearly went crazy as I jerked back and forth between them. I was moaning so loudly that I was sure my neighbors would hear.
Mickey was the first to shoot, filling my mouth with his load and drenching my lips and chin. I tried to lick all of it off, but he bent down to help. Our sloppy tongues found each other, and we sucked away at each other’s mouth. I could tell that Paul was about to pump my juicy cunt full of his come. I fucked him as hard as I could as he shoved his dick back and forth inside me like a piston. Then with one sharp thrust he exploded, pouring his jism into my body.
Everyone was exhausted. After ten minutes, the men both got up and started putting their clothes on. I sat up and said, “Don’t worry guys, I’m gonna pound the pavement and start looking for a job immediately.”
At once they began to protest. “Hey, no rush!” they both assured me.
“Well,” I said, “if you boys insist. Maybe I will take a vacation. Not from either of you, of course. Why don’t we meet back here tomorrow-say, noonish?”
“Yeah,” Mickey said. “You’re our new lunch spot.”
“Well, there’s plenty of me to eat,” I said.
I let them out, barely able to wait for tomorrow. As I locked the door behind them, I reflected that every cloud has a silver lining-even unemployment!