I [F]ucked my landlord to skip last month’s rent

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I usually don’t have money problems. I work at a bar, and on a good night I get tipped out more than I make in salary, especially if I don’t wear a bra and put on the “ditsy bartender” act. I have pretty big boobs to begin with, and acting slutty all shift is a turn-on… so it’s a win-win. Usually I do just fine. I rent a nice apartment in Providence, overlooking the water, right up the street from work.

But, all of that came to an end in March, when my bar closed on account of COVID-19. And I got screwed out of an unemployment check thanks to a glitch in the paperwork that I still haven’t figured out (I’m a bartender, not an accountant… sue me.)

So I paid my March rent with my last paycheck, and I decided I wouldn’t worry about it. Lockdown couldn’t last more than a couple weeks, right? It was a little boring, but at first it was just an inconvenience. I invested in a nice new glass dildo, I named it Melvin, and I spent *a lot* of quality time with Melvin in April.

My savings dwindled, but life was good. Orgasms rained down in my apartment like singles at a pre-COVID strip club.

But April rolled on, and eventually the 30th started creeping up on me.

I remember the call vividly, because I was upside down on my couch, fucking myself silly. My phone started vibrating, and I put Melvin down… I didn’t trust my voice, or my breathing, so I let it ring to voicemail, but the notification was clear: 1 new voicemail from Marco.

Marco was my landlord. He was a dick… and not the kind I’d been sorely missing (thanks, social distancing).

My mood was already ruined, so I played the message and resolved to give Melvin another shot that night.

“Lisa, I just wanted to make it clear… I’m gonna need a check from you next week.”

Marco didn’t beat around my bush. I guess there were a few people in the building who were giving him a hard time about paying… and of course they were. Nobody was allowed to work.

I ignored that message for the rest of the week. What was he going to do, kick me out onto the street?

April 30th came and passed… yeah, I knew I’d have to pay the rent. But I wasn’t going to make it convenient for him. I didn’t consider a trip to the post office to be “essential travel.”

It wasn’t until last weekend that it finally caught up with me. There was a bang on my door on Friday afternoon… thankfully, I wasn’t masturbating, I was watching Tiger King.

“Lisa, it’s Marco. Open up.”

*Ah, shit.*

“Okay, give me a second,” I called.

I rummaged around in my drawer for a minute… I’d write him a check and send him on his way. It was a pain, but I wasn’t going to not pay…

And in the folder where I usually kept my checkbook, I found a sticky note that read “*Remember to order more checks*” in my handwriting, uncharacteristically messy.

I tiptoed over to the door and eased it open…

Marco was standing there, looking justifiably pissed off. He wasn’t a bad looking guy; he surfed, he was actually in pretty good shape, and he was a lot younger than you would expect a landlord to be. He couldn’t have been much older than me; I think he had inherited the building from some family.

“Marco… don’t freak out. But I just realized I’m out of checks,” I said.

“You’re… out of checks?”

“Yeah, I have to order some from the bank.”

“Uh huh. Well, rent is due today, Lisa. Don’t fuck with me, I have four other tenants jerking me around and I really don’t have the patience.”

I found myself staring at the tattoo on his muscular shoulder.

“Um. Okay. I’ll look again. You can come in if you want,” I said.

“That’s against the social distancing rules, isn’t it?” Marco seemed reluctant, but he cracked a smile.

I relaxed a little bit as he stepped inside and the door swung shut behind him. We had joked around in the past… maybe it wouldn’t be so bad. He took a seat on the couch and I fought the urge to wince when I thought of how I’d spent the last month… I wondered if he could smell me on it?

“Oh, maybe my checkbook is in my room,” I said. “Hang on.”

I left him sitting there as I disappeared into my room… of course there were no checks, but there was Melvin, my big glass dildo, sitting on the bed. I looked out at Marco again… and I can’t tell if it was my brain working quick or my pussy doing the thinking, but I stripped out of my shirt and I stepped back outside.

Marco looked surprised as I walked out topless, and then he shook his head.

“Oh, no. I don’t think so, Lisa. You’re hot as fuck, but I need a rent check.”

“Oh, come on, Marco. I told you, I don’t have any checks. I… I’ll suck your dick if you let me slide.”

Marco stared at my tits as he considered the offer, and I gave a little shimmy that was probably sillier than it was sexy…

“Nah, I don’t think so,” said Marco. “It’s $800, Lisa. I’ll jump out the window before I pay $800 for a blowjob.”

I sagged a little.

“But…” Marco said, slowly. “You come over here and fuck me on this couch? Then I’ll forget about rent this month.”

My instinct was to shake my head no, but then I thought about it. I had fucked plenty of guys after twenty dollar dinners, and less attractive guys than Marco. As if to demonstrate, he lifted his shirt and flexed his abs…

“Alright, fine,” I said.

I walked over to the couch and sat down next to Marco, and fuck, was it awkward for a second. But then he pulled me in tight and kissed me and all of a sudden it was okay. He ran his hands up and down my body and I whimpered as he bit my nipple and I ripped his shirt off, and *fuck* but was he jacked, Marco must have hit the gym every single day. And I grinded my crotch against his and he reached for my jeans, and I jumped back, suddenly embarrassed again.

“What is it?” he said.

“Um. I, uh, haven’t shaved in a couple days.”

*Liar*. Try a couple months. There was no need to waste time with dealing with the quarantine bush when Melvin didn’t seem to mind one way or another… but I wasn’t sure how I was supposed to explain to my landlord that I looked like a 70s pornstar. I mean… *I* liked it…

And as it turned out, Marco didn’t mind either. As soon as I slipped out of my jeans, I could see the bulge in his…

And when I pulled down Marco’s jeans and pulled out his cock I literally gasped. Marco was hung… I could hardly get my mouth around it. And when he finally pushed me down and fucked me…

*Damn.*

I couldn’t keep my eyes from rolling back in my head, and I let out a little yelp every single time he thrust that cock into me. For the first time in years, I came before he did. I let him finish in my mouth and I swallowed every last drop…

Rent is due on the 31st this month, and I *can’t wait*.

Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/gg7a1s/i_fucked_my_landlord_to_skip_last_months_rent