PropertySex – Tenant busted for having stripper parties fucks her landlord
Title: “The Tenant’s Titillating Temptation”
Shameless Shamira was notorious in the neighborhood for her wild, unruly ways. The voluptuous vixen lived in a cozy, compact apartment – one of several rental units owned by the rather strait-laced Mr. Backford.
Her rent was always late, checks bouncing like basketballs in the landlord’s bank account. Yet, Mr. Backford remained lenient, charmed by Shamira’s ravishing beauty and her honeyed excuses. He would visit her unit, desperately seeking payment, but inevitably ensnared in her web of seduction. Curvy Shamira would greet him at the door in negligees or tiny robes, informing him of her financial troubles while revealing an ample amount of her creamy skin.
Mr. Backford’s visits were becoming more frequent, each time bringing him closer to the edge of his Perry Mason persona. It was on one such visit that he stumbled upon the truth of her myriad Ponzi schemes.
Opening her door to a disheveled Mr. Backford, panties in place but with her shapely bosom barely contained in a flimsy, she uttered a honeyed, “Come in, oh wise one. Come in and I’ll explain everything.”
As he stepped into her den of iniquity, there was evidence everywhere of her hedonistic lifestyle. Champagne bottles littered the floor, and the stench of overly scented candles and stale sex permeated the air.
Mr. Backford stood, momentarily paralyzed, as a group of Shamira’s clientele came into focus. Two buff, black men and a caramel-skinned stripper babe lounged on Shamira’s decadent chaise, each in various stages of undress.
Shamira boldly gestured to the peanut gallery and announced, “Meet my roomies, Landlord. Doesn’t the big one make your clock chime, or do you prefer sleek and the real easy?”
The stripper struck a pose, thrusting out her jet-black thighs and shimmying her booty. Mr. Backford found himself following the movements of the trio without a hint of subtlety.
“Shamira, you devious minx. You’ve no business -” he began, but Shamira was upon him, pulling at his belt with deft fingers.
“Business, business, business,” she purred, deftly unzipping his fly. “Where’s the fun in that, Landlord?”
As she boldly proceeded to take matters into her own hands, both literally and figuratively, the stripper sauntered over, slinking her pert, silky body against Mr. Backford’s and Shamira’s.
“Don’t I get a turn, Blondie?” the stripper sighed, reaching between his legs to unleash the beast.
Mr. Backford, in a rare moment of clarity, gave an adamant and breathless “No”. He extricated himself from the clutches of the seductresses and straightened himself out as best he could.
“Miss Shamira, I don’t know what perverse game you’re playing but it ends now. I’ll be speaking to my lawyer about this unorthodox arrangement. In the meantime, get back to me with the rent that you owe me or I’ll be forced to evict you.”
“I’m thinking ‘perverse’ is a good thing in this case,” Shamira smirked, reaching for her cell phone. She was already two steps ahead, and scrolled through her contacts, settling on one marked ‘Mr. Legal Eagle’ and snapping a picture of her landlord’s disheveled, beet-red visage.
“And you thought I was just a ditzy dumb blonde,” she clicked her tongue. “My lawyer will have a field day with this, Landlord. You shouldn’t have looked if you couldn’t handle it.”
To be continued…
