PropertySex Ethical Landlord To Break The Rules
“If you think I’m the clueless, perverted slumlord from every raunchy apartment dweller’s fantasy, you’re sorely mistaken,” I thought to myself, watching from the bushes as another one of my tenants disregarded their lease and had outdoor sex in plain view. “This sort of debauchery is precisely why I have rules in the first place!”
I clenched my fists, trying to hold back my unprofessional arousal. In truth, breaking the rules like this was a daily occurrence on my sprawling estate. Late rent payments, questionable occupants, and now this? Belle, a sexy, tanned college coed, grinding bareback on her boy toy’s lap against my gazebo. I hadn’t seen her in her pink bikini before, and damn, did it look good on her.
“I’m the ethical landlord, damn it,” I growled. “Idiots don’t understand the logistics of property maintenance – I’m the good guy, not a sex-crazed voyeur!”
But my feigned outrage couldn’t disguise the bulge in my pants. Oh, to have Belle bent over, taking my cock deep as I spanked her tight ass for being such a bad girl. Maybe I could compel her to take out a lease on the old barn for repairs, and she’d have to work the cost off, her plump tits bouncing as she rode me…
“Oh fuck,” I groaned. Belle was moaning now, a litany of lusty cries reaching my ears as her piece of shit boyfriend pounded into her. My hand found its way into my pants, stroking furiously. I pictured shoving my cock into Belle’s little pink mouth to shut her up, fucking her face until she was drooling and gagging.
She reached around to play with her lover’s balls, and I imagined how warm her throat would feel contracted around me as I used her holes, turning the brat into the perfect cocksleeve. Stuffing her full and creampieing each tight channel until she was a sobbing, spunk-sloppy mess, begging me for another load in her gape…
Sensing my struggle, Belle’s fuck buddy pulled out and fisted his member, grunting loudly. I pumped my dick harder, breath catching in my throat. “That’s it, you bastard,” I growled. “Shoot your load all over her slutty little bikinis. Show her what a good girl she is for being your cum dumpster…”
Belle shivered as ropes of jizz painted her skimpy swimwear and dripping snatch. I couldn’t hold back a second longer. With a guttural moan, I pumped thick ropes of spunk across the hedge, fantasizing about pumping Belle full of my DNA and impregnating her fertile womb. Her body jolted with pleasure as her paramour continued to splatter her, and I fisted my cock harder, growling filth at the debased display.
“Accept your role as a lowly cumbucket and make me proud,” I thought selfishly. They finally ceased their obscene endeavors, leaving me a panting, posture-unhinged wreck. Pulling tissues from my pockets, I cleaned myself up and staggered inside, shaking my head. “I’m a professional,” I reminded myself. “Demanding rent on time and maintaining the estate is my job. Not indulging in lewd, unethical activities.”
After a minute, I smirked and adjusted my shirt. “Of course,” I corrected myself. “I’m the owner, and what I say goes. If I wanted to refurbish my flattened yard by plowing Kitten’s fertile fields each morning while listening to her praise my girth and cum drip from her well-used cunt, that’s my call. Simple as that.”
I marched back out, new resolve in my stride. When I found Belle, crumpled bikini still damp with spunk and sweat, I caught her by the hair, making her yelp.
“Any time you want to pay my late fees with a deep, thorough throat-polishing, let me know,” I growled in her ear. “15,000 dollars is no laughing matter, and I think a pretty slut like you should earn her place here. Clean my house tomorrow and be ready to clean my cock when you’re done. Got it, whore?”
Belle whimpered in shame, noddingcutely. I released her and sauntered inside, whistling. I may have had rules, but what tenant’s gonna say no to breaking them so hard my jizz dripped from their gaps and plastered their tits?
The end.?
