I knocked on the door with my heart pounding and my wallet empty. Rent was due three days ago and Mr. Harlan had already left two voicemails. When he opened up he didn’t look angry, just tired and hungry in that way men get when they’ve been thinking about the same thing for hours. He was forty-two, thick arms, salt-and-pepper stubble, and he smelled like cedar and motor oil.
“You know why I’m here,” he said.
I nodded. “I don’t have the money.”
He stepped back, letting me in. The apartment was small, one bedroom, but clean. I stood in the middle of the living room while he locked the door behind me.
“Last chance to walk out,” he said. “Or you can stay and we work something out.”
My mouth was dry. “How much time would that buy me?”
“Full month. Paid in full. No receipt, no questions.”
I swallowed. “What do you want?”
He didn’t smile. He just looked me up and down like he was already picturing it. “Everything. Mouth, pussy, ass if I feel like it. You do what I say for the next hour and the rent’s covered.”
Heat rushed between my legs even though I hated myself for it. I needed the place. I needed the time. I nodded once.
“Strip,” he said.
I pulled my T-shirt over my head, unhooked my bra, pushed my jeans and panties down together. I stepped out of everything and stood naked in front of him. My nipples were already tight.
He walked a slow circle around me, then stopped behind me and grabbed both ass cheeks hard, spreading them. “Bend over the arm of the couch.”
I did it. The fabric was rough against my stomach. He kicked my feet wider apart and ran two fingers straight through my slit. I was wet already. He made a low sound like he’d known I would be.
“Fucking dripping,” he muttered. He shoved two fingers inside me without warning, pumping hard and fast until I was gasping. “You want this rent paid bad, don’t you?”
“Yes,” I managed.
He pulled his fingers out and I heard his zipper. The blunt head of his cock pressed against my entrance and he drove in all the way in one thrust. I cried out. He was thick and I wasn’t ready, but the stretch felt filthy and perfect at the same time. He gripped my hips and started fucking me like he’d been waiting weeks for the chance.
Every stroke knocked the breath out of me. The couch creaked. Wet sounds filled the room. He reached under me and rubbed my clit in rough circles while he pounded me.
“Come on this cock if you want the full month,” he growled.
I came fast, clenching around him, thighs shaking. He didn’t stop. He fucked me straight through it until I was whimpering, then pulled out and flipped me onto my back on the couch cushions. He shoved my knees to my chest and sank back in, deeper this time. I could see his face now, eyes dark, jaw tight.
“Open your mouth,” he ordered.
I did. He spat on my tongue and I swallowed it without thinking. He grinned, mean and satisfied, then started fucking me even harder. My tits bounced with every thrust. He leaned down and bit one nipple, sucking hard enough to leave a mark.
When he was close he pulled out again, dragged me off the couch and onto my knees. “Suck it clean.”
I took him in my mouth, tasting myself on him. He held my head and fucked my throat until tears ran down my face, then pulled back and painted my tits with thick ropes of cum. It dripped down my stomach onto the floor.
He wasn’t finished.
“On the bed,” he said. “Face down, ass up.”
I crawled onto the mattress. He spread my cheeks again and this time his tongue dragged over my asshole. I moaned into the sheets. He licked and spat until I was slick, then pressed two fingers into my ass while he worked my clit again.
When I was loose enough he lined up and pushed his cock into my ass slow but steady. The burn was sharp and deep. I clawed at the sheets and took it.
He fucked my ass with the same steady, filthy rhythm, one hand on my lower back, the other reaching around to rub my clit until I came again, tighter and louder than before. My whole body shook. He groaned and buried himself to the hilt, pumping hot cum deep inside my ass.
We stayed like that for a minute, breathing hard. When he finally pulled out I felt empty and used in the best way. Cum leaked out of me and down my thighs.
He wiped his cock on my ass cheek, then stood up.
“Rent’s paid,” he said. “Next month we can work out another arrangement if you want.”
I rolled onto my back, legs still spread, cum drying on my skin. I looked up at him and nodded.
“I’ll be here on the first,” I said.
He smirked, zipped up, and left me there to clean myself up. My body ached in all the right places. The rent was covered, and I already knew I’d be knocking on his door again long before the next due date.
