Grumpy Pete’s MILF tenant (What happens when you don’t have your rent when you should.) [old/young][LL/tenant][blowjob]

By J.K. Jones

Grumpy Pete looked up as he was walking home from the HandiMart. He gripped the 40 ounce beer bottle in the brown bag a little tighter as he noticed two hinky looking men strolling down the street toward him. His wrinkled, weathered face scrunched suspiciously as he squinted to see if he recognized the two who approached.

No such luck. “Old man…,” one said, nodding politely in greeting, and then the two were past him, ignoring his withering stare. Harrumphing, Grumpy Pete moved slowly across a cross street. His house on Laptide Drive was a five block stroll from HandiMart, where he liked to buy his cheap beer, smokes, Lotto tickets and occasionally a chili dog with onions. He was a spry old bugger, barely 71 years old, and liked to make that walk at least once a day. When he was feeling particularly thirsty for more beer, he made it more than once daily. Pete turned off the sidewalk and moved up his driveway, looking at his house and wondering how long it had been since he had painted it.

Pete’s home was a typical half-rundown split level, painted puke brown and puke green, with a crumbling sidewalk leading to splintered concrete steps, a rusty and loose hand rail, and a beaten up screen door. Pete laboriously climbed the stairs, pulled the creaky metal and plastic door open, and stepped inside. He was about to head upstairs to his living area when he remembered that he had meant to stop in and get his rent money from Dorothy, his tenant in the basement mother-in-law apartment. “Dammit,” he muttered to himself. Sanford and Son was starting up in fifteen minutes.

Dorothy was definitely not his mother-in-law, though. She was young enough to be his daughter or even granddaughter, occupying that place somewhere between 40 and 50 years of age, a short curvy middle aged woman with long dirty blonde hair, a once-attractive face, large jutting MILF tits, and skinny legs usually bare in her shorts.

Pete groaned, because collecting rent was always a pain in the ass with this woman. She worked in a bingo parlor, as a part time bartender down at Hiram’s, and as a freelance masseuse in the basement once in a while. Pete knew she wasn’t a licensed masseuse, and that her massages were probably rub and tug maneuvers, but he couldn’t care less if she was jerking cum out of fat businessman cock. He cared about her $400 per month, and that was already a week late.

Pete turned and headed down the stairs, and knocked at her apartment door. He heard some movement, and Dorothy answered the door. She was in a tank top without a bra, her massive tits swaying and her nipples protruding. It fell over her curvy MILF belly, but didn’t cover up the blue panties that rode up her ass. Her legs were bare, and there were a couple of long, crazy looking tattoos up and down her thighs.

Dorothy was smoking a cigarette. She smiled. “Hey Pete, whatcha doing?”

“I came by to get the rent,” said Pete. “You remember you told me last week you’d have it by today.”

“Yeah, about that,” started Dorothy. She looked over at the old man, his lean, thin body, the big bottle of cheap beer bagged up in his hand. “Hey, why don’t you come in and let’s talk about it.”

Pete stepped in, wincing a little at the smell of cigarettes and weed. “Well, not much to talk about. Rent is late. I’m not running an orphanage here.”

Dorothy laughed. “Orphanage, eh? I guess I am a child compared to you. Well, come sit down. You want a glass to pour some beer into?”

“I’m good,” said Pete. He took her offer, and sat down uncomfortably on her couch. Looking to his right, he could see the open door to her bedroom. “You give massages in here?” he asked.

“Yep,” said Dorothy, sitting beside him, her swaying left tit pushing against Pete’s arm. “Why, you want one?”

“No,” said the old man. “But I don’t see no massage table.”

“Oh, I just use my bed,” said Dorothy. “Its not high class, but it works just fine.”

Pete nodded. He looked over at Dorothy and his eyes were distracted down to her huge tits. “I see. Now, about the rent?”

“I just don’t have it yet. But don’t worry. I have three massages booked for later today, and even if those didn’t pan out, Tuesday is payday at the bingo parlor. Just a few more days, and I’ll do you right.”

“That’s what you told me last week,” Pete pointed out. “I think I’m tired of excuses, and maybe I need get a tenant that can pay on time. Its little to ask. Four hundred is cheap for a room with all utilities paid, you know.”

Dorothy looked over at her landlord. She’d heard this before, of course, but this time he seemed a little more serious. She had a flare of worry. If Pete evicted her, she’d have to find another place to live and to run her massages. She loved the freedom of having an old coot for a landlord who didn’t care if she sucked cock a couple times a day. Also, her daughter Vanity, who lived with her, would be pissed off if they were evicted, since Vanity loved living so close to the hair salon where she worked.

“Look, you’re right, absolutely right,” Dorothy told old Pete, laying a smooth, practiced hand on his arm. “I promise I’ll have it for you next week, and I’ll throw in twenty dollars extra.”

Pete was still frowning, and looked unconvinced.

“And maybe I can sweeten the deal,” said Dorothy, reaching over and taking the brown bag of beer from his surprised fingers, and setting it on the coffee table before him. She leaned forward, close to his old, wrinkled face, and grinned wickedly. “When is the last time a busty slut sucked your cock, old man?”

Pete’s eyes widened, and he started thinking of an answer, but was distracted when Dorothy leaned closer, and licked his ear with a long stroke of her hot, wet tongue. With a cat like purr, Dorothy moved down to the floor, on her knees, sliding between Pete’s corduroy-clad legs. She ran her hands up his skinny old thighs, noting with delight that a bulge was appearing in this octogenarian’s trousers.

“You are going to give me a blowjob?” Pete asked. “And then next week, four hundred and twenty dollars?”

“Four hundred next week,” Dorothy said. “This is the late fee you’re getting right now.”

“Fine,” said Pete in a grumpy tone, and hooked his thumbs in his pants, and pushed them down to his knees.

Dorothy gasped as Pete’s large protruding cock popped straight up. It was ten inches long if it was an inch, thick, veiny, with a large mushroom head on the end, and two enormous balls in a grey-hair-covered sack below it. “Holy shit,” she muttered.

“What’s wrong with you? You act like you’ve never seen a cock before?” groused Pete.

Dorothy put two hands around the shaft and began slowly pumping it. “It’s a big one, Pete. I had no idea you were so hung.”

“Time to shut up and start sucking,” Pete replied. “And hurry up. Sanford and Son comes on in ten minutes.” Dorothy shook her head and leaned forward, using her long, pierced tongue to lick up the shaft, from the base at his balls, all the way up to the protruding head. It tasted clean, to her surprise, and it was rock hard. It could have easily been the cock of a 21 year old porn movie stud.

Dorothy took a moment and pulled her tank top over her head, letting loose her pendulous breasts, and as she leaned forward to such him, the rode up on Pete’s right leg. Pete took one of them in his scrawny hand, squeezing the milky flesh-bag, capped with light-colored two-inch nipples. Dorothy’s mouth slipped over the head of Pete’s cock, licking and sucking, and then she was moving her head up and down three inches at a time, jerking him off with her lovely hot mouth.

“That’s not the worst head I’ve ever gotten,” Pete told her. “Fondle my balls too. And suck harder. I want to pop my load in your mouth and get to my TV show.”

Dorothy grimaced at his attitude, but kept sucking, jacking him off with one hand, using it to squeeze as hard as she could, and stroke it as fast as the squeezing would allow. Her other hand played with his thick heavy ball sack, while her mouth sucked, and her tongue slathered all over his shaft. She kept her eyes on his, giving him the sluttiest looks she could manage, knowing it was only a matter of time before this grouchy old man nutted in her mouth, and she could get on with her day.

She ignored the horny slut voice in her head telling her that this magnificent cock needed to be ridden in her hungry cunt. Dorothy knew she could do that later if she wanted, another day. For now, she wanted to swallow a mouthful of yummy cum, and then not have to deal with her landlord until next week.

Grumpy Pete was lying back on a couch in his basement apartment, his big old cock in the mouth of his sexy MILF tenant as she whored up and down on his shaft, sucking for all her worth. She reminded him of a gal he had known back in the sixties who had loved sucking him back behind some bushes in the park in downtown Seattle, where he had grown up. That slutty friend of his did it whenever he asked because she loved the taste of cum, and Pete suspected that this slutty cunt in front of him was also a cum-whore. He realized in that moment that her “massages” were in fact very likely just blowjobs. Knowing that this gal was a true cocksucker was enough to make Pete feel that familiar push in his loins, and then it grew into a nice leg-shaking orgasm, and he began to spurt cum into Dorothy’s practiced mouth while she sucked mightily to swallow all of his seed, but failed. Cum trickled out of her mouth despite her best technique, and she found herself needing to lick his old belly clean of the dripped cum.

Pete groaned, opening his eyes. Dorothy sat back on her heels, her face and mouth glazed with old man jism, her tits still bouncing a little, her skin flushed, a little out of breath.

“That was a huge load, Pete,” she told him. “You don’t taste bad for an old man.”

“Good, glad you like it.” Pete told her. “I’m going to need to do that for me at least once a week.”

“For a break on the rent?” Dorothy asked, her prostitute skills coming out.

Pete shook his head. “Nope. Because you’re a friendly neighbor and love the taste of cum. I’ve known sluts like you before. You’re my favorite type of gal.”

Dorothy just looked at him. “I don’t know whether to slap you or thank you for the compliment. Why don’t you just pull your pants up and get out of here now, though?”

“Okay, but rent next week.” Pete said. “Don’t you forget.”

Dorothy escorted him to the door, handing him the beer. “If we are going to do this again, you are going to pleasure me first,” she told him. “I’ll ride that cock before it unloads in my mouth again.”

“We’ll see,” Pete said, heading up the stairs to his living room and the beginning of Sandford and Son. “I’m a busy man. Now, thank you and good day.”

Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/dqo89u/grumpy_petes_milf_tenant_what_happens_when_you