I Enjoyed Forced Blackmail Sex With My Landlord in Exchange for Free Rent!

I Enjoyed Forced Blackmail Sex With My Landlord in Exchange for Free Rent!

Forced blackmail sex. I was late with my rent again.  Sometimes I just can’t control my spending. I like luxuries, you know? The trouble was, Mr. K was just such a nice landlord that I thought he might understand. Mr. K was an attractive, charismatic guy, and I thought he might give me an extension.

So I asked him to come over to talk about the rent. I hoped that if we talked face to face, he would be reasonable. He had always been so nice in the past. I answered the door and said, “I’m really sorry the rent is late again. Is there any chance you can give me an extension?”

At this point, the idea of forced blackmail sex hadn’t even crossed my mind.

He had a serious look on his face as he stepped inside and said, “We need to talk about this properly.” Then he shut the door firmly behind him and looked me up and down. Knowing he was coming over, I knew I would be wearing something sexy – a tight blue dress that showed off my tits and hugged my curves.

Suddenly, with no warning at all, he reached out and grabbed my breasts with both hands! And I could not believe it! “You can have an extension if you’re a good girl,” he said, looking smug and powerful. He knew he held all the cards. “What do you mean?!” I gasped, though I already knew. This was his attempt to get some forced blackmail sex. With a threat of eviction!

“You do what I want and you don’t get evicted,” he said, sneering as he kept fondling my breasts and grabbed my ass.

Gasping, I opened my mouth. “Don’t –”Don’t what? No need to look so innocent,” he added with a smirk. “Don’t think I don’t know about your promiscuous Parisian sex club adventures.” He snorted with derision and shook his head. “Get on your knees, sweetheart,” he hissed, pushing me down. My eyes were wide with surprise. “What if I don’t want to go all the way?” I whimpered, surprised that such a nice, charismatic guy could be so mean. “Then I can evict you today,” he said, laughing.

Looks like I didn’t have a choice. Forced blackmail sex, here we go.

Dropping to my knees, I took out his hard cock. As I started to suck his throbbing dick, Mr. K. pulled out his phone and started to film me. “What are you doing?” I managed to ask in between two gulps, panicked. Again, he laughed. “Why do you think, sweetheart?”

He was filming it so he could get forced blackmail sex whenever he wanted!

With that video, he could come back here and again and again and threaten to evict me! He pushed my head all the way down on his throbbing dick as he recorded every little gagging sound and the shocked look on my face.

Once he’d sampled my mouth, he ordered me to strip naked. He lay back on my couch and made me ride him. I was furious with him for giving me forced blackmail sex and I was mad at myself for getting turned on! I couldn’t help it, he was just so hot and his dick felt so good inside me.

When he had enjoyed my pussy, he put me on my back on the floor and straddled me, fucking my big tits, filming me as I gasped and writhed.

For some reason, I could just feel myself getting wetter and wetter. I even started rubbing my pussy because I was so horny! There’s something about a man who takes charge that just turns me on, even if it is forced blackmail sex.

To finish, he slipped my ankles over his shoulders and drove his hard dick all the way into my dripping pussy. “So fucking wet,” he chuckled. “I guess a little slut like you likes forced blackmail sex after all.”

There was no denying it. Maybe this was better than having to pay rent!

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