Paying Up Pt 01

I wasn't able to pay the rent on time for the third month in a row. In my naïve state of mind I thought that maybe,

just maybe

, I could convince my landlord to forgive me again. Just a few more days, "It won't happen again." But this time was different, he didn't want to hear any sob stories or excuses. The only thing that was expected was my payment to him, and he decided that he was gonna get his money's worth one way or another.

The soft glow of the moon shined through my bedroom window, illuminating my golden brown South Asian skin. My 5 foot 4 inch body was sprawled over Mr. Anderson's lap, ass up. His 6 inch cock poked my stomach from below. He held onto my waist tight with one hand and methodically massaged my clit with the other. I knew this was wrong and tried not to enjoy what was happening, but my pussy betrayed me. Copious amounts of my sweet 20 year old nectar dribbled onto his hand as he continued to chip away at my defenses.

I could feel my orgasm building as he quickened his pace. I weakly tried to get away but he pulled me closer, ruthlessly fingering my cunt. "Don't you dare try to run away from me, slut. Remember, you owe me money." He continued his assault on my helpless body. It didn't take long for me to let out a feral scream and I writhed on his lap, squirting profusely.

My face turned a bright red as I realized I had just came all over his lap and had moaned like a whore.

He roughly fondled my D cup breasts before running his hand down my back and stopping at my ass, kneading it thoroughly. "Shreya, do you go to the gym often. I can't help but notice how fit your body is." I nodded my head meekly. I felt a hard

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on my ass and dared not to move as the pain shot across my body. "Such a fat ass, and a tight pussy to go with it." I felt his fingers renter my still quivering pussy. "I wanted to make you my bitch the second I saw you, swaying that bubble butt side to side."

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"I appreciate your decision to never wear a bra, cause it would be a real shame to hide your tits. I don't ever want to see you wearing a bra from now on, or any panties. Is that clear?"

I obediently nodded my head. "Good girl. You know your place. Now, you're almost done with your payment."

He dragged me to the center of the bed and lifted my ass up in the air. I could feel him positioning himself behind me, slowly dragging the head of his cock up and down my slippery folds until he finally pushed in. This time I couldn't stop myself from moaning. He let his balls rest against me as my pussy adjusted to him.

He pulled on my hair and cackled. "You know something, bitch? This is the youngest pussy I've had in a long time! And, I'll get to fuck you more than just a few times. Isn't that crazy!"

It was so wrong. I was 20 years old and Mr. Anderson was 54. He had a family of his own, but he chose to ravage my body. My young, tight body. My warm and wet body, inviting him in...

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his long, thick cock...

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stretching me out...

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no birth control or condoms...

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His age had not slowed down his body at all. His cock was hammering into me, hitting all the right spots on every stroke. The idea that this whole thing was wrong left my mind was a primal urge for sex filled me. I threw my ass back, meeting his strokes halfway. The room filled with his grunting and my lusty moans. Our juices mixing deep inside my womb and pouring out, down my legs.

I was cumming over and over again, coating his thick member with my feminine juices. He grabbed my breasts and squeezed each one like a farmer squeeze's a cow's udder, almost as if he expected milk to shoot out of them. When not being groped, they swung wildly, matching the rhythm of his thrusts.

He gripped my waist from both sides and pulled me back onto him mercilessly. "I hope you're ready to pay the rent, slut. Here it comes!" He pulled me back onto him, breeding my helpless womb, pumping load after load of his thick seed deep inside my fertile babymaker. After he had fully emptied into me, he slowly pulled out. Semen poured out of my now sore cunt and dripped onto the bed. He spread my lips with his hands and inspected my "payment" to him.

I hung my head in shame as I came back to reality, realizing what I had allowed this man to do to me. I felt another hard

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ripple across my ass. Mr. Anderson scoffed. "Shreya, I didn't know you're such a slut, letting a much older man pump you full of cum like that. Seems like you enjoyed it, didn't you?" I obediently nodded my head in shame. "Is that a yes, slut?"

I felt a finger enter my pussy. "Ye-yes, sir. Yes, Mr. Anderson."

His hands snaked their way up to my breasts, savagely groping them and pinching my nipples. I winced in pain, silently begging for an end to his assault. "Well, Shreya, in that case you may have to make another payment again very, very soon. Does that sound okay to you?"

"Yes, Mr. Anderson. That sounds okay to me."

"Good girl." He let go of my breasts, giving me some relief. "Make sure to get some plan B. I'm not interested in raising any kid birthed by a whore."

I heard him put his clothes back on and walk down the hall. The front door opening then closing was my signal to relax. I collapsed in a heap, wondering if all this really happened. I was ashamed to know that I enjoyed it, even though it was wrong. What choice did I have? I either whored myself out to this monster or faced being homeless. I shuddered at the thought. I reassured myself that this arrangement wasn't so bad. Little did I know, Mr. Anderson was determined to get his moneys worth out of me, if not more than what I owed him.