PropertySex – Massage therapist works landlord’s groin

Title: “The Tenant’s Impropriety: A Hilarious Tale of Rent, Real Estate, and Racy Escapades”

The story begins in a bustling city, where the competitive rental market has driven tenants to desperate measures to avoid eviction. This is the tale of Ms. Tasha Washington, a curvaceous, cocoa-skinned temptress, and Mr.ierre catastrophe, her humorless, silver-haired landlord. Little did they know that their batty over back rent would escalate into a series of torrid encounters that would leave them both breathless.

Ms. Washington, a single mother of three, had fallen behind on her rent, resulting in several stern warnings from her unyielding landlord. Desperate to keep a roof over her children’s heads, she hatched a devious plan to seduce her way out of eviction.

Their confrontation began on a sweltering summer day. Tasha, donning a revealing tank top that hugged her ample bosom, knocked on Mr. Catastrophe’s door, exuding an air of false innocence. “Oh, Mr. Catastrophe,” she purred, batting her lashes. “I know I’m behind on my rent, but I was hoping we could work something out.”

The landlord, initially taken aback by her buxom appearance, quickly regained his composure. “Ms. Washington, I’m afraid there’s nothing to discuss. Unless you have the rent due, I’ll have no choice but to proceed with the eviction process.”

Undeterred, Tasha pressed on. “Oh, I have something to offer, all right. How about I give you a massage, help you relax a bit before we talk numbers?”

Mr. Catastrophe, despite his best efforts to maintain a stern facade, couldn’t help but notice her smoldering gaze. “Very well, Ms. Washington. I suppose a brief massage couldn’t hurt.”

Tasha led him to the living room, asking him to lie face down on the couch. As she rubbed his shoulders, her breasts grazed his back, her nipples hardening against him. She could feel his resolve melting away with each passing moment.

As the massage continued, Tasha’s hands drifted lower, teasingly brushing against the front of his slacks. Mr. Catastrophe’s breath hitched as she unzipped his fly, freeing his swelling manhood. “Well, it seems like someone’s happy to see me,” she whispered in his ear.

Emboldened by his growing arousal, Tasha stripped off her top, revealing her naked breasts. She leaned forward, allowing her nipples to graze against his skin as she continued to stroke him. Mr. Catastrophe, unable to resist her charms any longer, flipped over and pulled her on top of him, burying his face between her breasts.

As they kissed passionately, Tasha slid down his body, taking his throbbing member into her warm mouth. She swirled her tongue around the tip, relishing the taste of his pre-cum, before taking him deep into her throat. Mr. Catastrophe groaned in ecstasy as she worked her magic, his hips rocking in time with her rhythm.

Just as he was about to reach his climax, Tasha pulled away, a wicked grin on her lips. “Not so fast, boss,” she teased. “I want to feel that big cock inside of me.”

She straddled him, sliding his shaft deep into her wet, inviting warmth. They moved together, their bodies no longer their own, lost in the throes of passion. Tasha threw her head back, her breasts bouncing with each thrust, lost in the pleasure.

As they neared their peak, Mr. Catastrophe flipped her onto her back, driving into her with renewed energy. Tasha wrapped her legs around him, pulling him closer, urging him to take her harder. With a final, thunderous thrust, they both came undone, their bodies quivering with the force of their release.

In the aftermath of their tryst, Mr. Catastrophe was left breathless, his mind reeling. “Ms. Washington, that was… incredible,” he managed to say.

Tasha, still naked and glistening with sweat, smiled coyly. “So, do we have a deal? I’ll be your personal masseuse, and you’ll let me stay in the apartment?”

Mr. Catastrophe grinned, unable to resist her charms. “Consider it done. But remember, I may need a massage at any time.”

And so began a torrid affair between landlord and tenant, filled with laughter, naughty surprises, and one very lucky Mr. Catastrophe. Tasha’s plan had worked beyond her wildest dreams, and now she had all the time in the world to work her special brand of magic.

But Tasha’s triumph was short-lived. A nosy neighbor had caught wind of their sordid arrangement and reported them to the property management company. Accused of fraternizing with a tenant, Mr. Catastrophe was promptly fired from his position.

Tasha, feeling guilty for ruining her landlord’s career, offered to help him find a new job. “Don’t worry, sugar. With your brains and my… assets, we’ll be unstoppable.”

They set out to create a new business, one that catered to the city’s climate of desperation and desire. They called it “PropertySex,” a place where landlords and tenants could come to negotiate their rent in the most intimate of settings. With Tasha’s alluring charms and Mr. Catastrophe’s shark-like business sense, they quickly became the talk of the town.

But the real shocker came when they realized that they had fallen for each other, their ruse giving way to genuine feelings. What had started as a way to avoid eviction had blossomed into a love story that would be told for generations to come.

And so, Tasha and Mr. Catastrophe lived happily ever after, their property empire growing with each passing day. And whenever the need arises, they still make time for a “work massage,” a secret code for their intimate negotiations.

The end.