Hired for sex by the Landlord ♕

Hired for sex by the Landlord

“You wanted to see me?” I asked, pushing my way into the landlord’s office. My heart was racing. I knew what this was about, I just did not think I was going to be hired for sex.

“Dawn. Yes. Please, come in.”

I sat down at the large mahogany desk in the center of the room, across from my landlord. I sighed, setting down my purse. Sweat trickled down my back. Stress and the heat of summer made the room stifling. The landlord looked at ease, powerful in his office chair.

“I’m sure you know what this is about, Dawn. I have the papers drawn up here.”

Immediately, tears sprang to my eyes. “Yes, I know I’m late. My check hasn’t hit the bank yet, I’m still – “

He held up his hand. “I’ve heard all of your excuses, Dawn, and pushed it out as far as I can, as far as I’m comfortable with. But I really need a payment. I know you’re in between jobs right now, though, and so I am prepared to offer you an arrangement.” He trailed off.

I sniffed and looked up to meet his gaze. “Arrangement? What do you mean?”

He eyed the empty desk before him, and I noticed that his computer and paperwork were missing. It was completely bare. “You see, Dawn. I know you have skills. And I know you’re good at what you do.

I want you hired for sex.” Then I sniffed again, catching on quickly.

I nodded. “ I understand,” I said, resigned. It wasn’t ideal, but my body was already warming to the idea of it. After all, this was what I enjoyed. I liked to perform. And if it meant I got to keep my home? Well, all the better.

I stood, crawling on top of the desk on all fours. My tank top fell to reveal heaving cleavage. My hair waterfalled over my shoulders, ass stuck out with my feet dangling over the wood.

“What position would you be putting me in?” I asked huskily.

The landlord was already turning red in the face. “This one will do nicely for your interview, I think.” He replied, standing quickly and circling the desk. He pulled my shorts over my firm posterior and bent, burying his face between my ass and pussy, inhaling the scent of the day and the scent of my own need.

I moaned softly. “And my pay?” I said, keeping up the ruse of being hired for sex.

“Two. Maybe three.” He replied again, pulling back to give himself room to insert three fingers into my waiting pussy. I gasped and leaned into his grip as he curled his fingers again and again inside me in a come-hither motion.

Then I rocked back and forth on his hand, while his free hand snaked up under my tank top and tweaked my dangling nipples. I wriggled under his touch. “And does.. this position come with.. any.. benefits?” I sighed.

At that, he straightened. He had already undone his slacks, and they had fallen to the floor as I rocked in front of him. In one swift motion, he slammed his rock-hard cock inside my waiting cunt. I lurched forward and cried out. “All included, Dawn,” he grunted as he fucked me.

“I’ll take it!” like a good BBC slut I cried. “I’ll take it all!” After all, I had been hired for sex.