Erin Pays the Rent

It was early March when Erin realized that she was in financial trouble. Her rent had been due two days earlier, but there were not enough funds in her bank account to cover the payment. The restaurant where she worked had recently cut her hours, and so far she had not been able to find another part-time position to make up for the lost income.

Her next paycheck would clear the following Friday, and then she would have enough for rent, but that required that her landlord grant her an extension on the payment. She was not looking forward at all to that conversation. At a minimum, it would be humiliating, but it had the potential to be much more unpleasant, including the possibility of eviction threats. Nevertheless, she had to brace herself and do what was necessary.

Erin was home that morning. She had no hours at the restaurant, and the classes she was taking at the local college were not until after lunch. She would need to talk to the building manager, Darrell, who had an office on the main floor. Darrel seemed to be in his mid-thirties--a big guy with close-cropped hair and usually sporting a couple of days' worth of stubble. He struck her as a former athlete who had let himself go a bit. They were on very casual terms, saying hello when they met in the apartment complex.

Before leaving, Erin checked herself in the mirror. She was wearing a tight pair of ripped black jeans and a snug black t-shirt whose front was slightly distorted by the modest bumps of her A-cup brassiere. She wore a wide leather dog collar around her neck, and her long blonde hair was pulled back in a ponytail. On a whim, she undid her hair to let it hang free, and touched up her lips with some red lip gloss. Satisfied, she walked out of her unit and down to Darrell's office.

Darrell was sitting at his desk surfing the internet when Erin walked in. Looking up, he raised his eyebrows in question, but said nothing.

"H--hi Darrell," Erin stammered, mentally kicking herself for starting off weakly. "I'm wondering if I could have an extra week to pay my rent?"

Darrell did not immediately reply, so Erin continued. "My paycheck's late this month, but I'm expecting the money by the end of this week." She waited expectantly, trying to project an air of hopeful confidence.

After a long pause, he answered. "The company doesn't like us to do that, Erin," he said. "It sets a precedent, and that could lead to repeat requests in the future. And of course, if word got out everyone would be asking for an extension."

The knot that had been in Erin's stomach since she realized she was short started clenching more tightly, yet also seemed to expand. With a growing sense of desperation, she tried to make her case.

"This is a one-time situation, Darrell," she said. "And there is no way I would ever tell anyone if I got an extension."

Darrell put his hand on his chin to signal that he was thinking it over. As he did so, he let his eyes sweep up and down her body. She felt her face flushing at this scrutiny, yet she also silently scolded herself--what did she expect when she had clearly put some thought into her appearance before leaving her apartment? Either consciously or subconsciously, she had wanted to register an impression on him to make him more amenable to her request.

"It's against policy," Darrell reiterated, speaking slowly and thoughtfully. "But I would be willing to give you until the end of the week. But only in return for certain...considerations." As he said this, he looked very directly in Erin's eyes, doing his best to communicate what he wanted.

And what did he want? Based on his blatant ogling, what he wanted was some sort of sexual favor, and presumably he wanted it now. But what? Would a hand job suffice, and if so was she willing to do it? What if he wanted something more than that?

Erin decided that she was in no position to storm out at this suggestion--at least until she knew the lay of the land a bit better. She decided to take the initiative, so she turned around, put a closed sign on the door and locked it, then lowered the blinds to the window next to the door. When she turned back round to face him she saw that Darrell had undone his pants. So yes, this was definitely going to involve something sexual. She hoped that she could keep things simple.

Erin slowly walked over to Darrell, and as she did this he put on some music to cover whatever sounds might arise from their activities. It sounded like 1990's hip hop, a genre she did not know well. She guessed it might be Wu Tang Clan. She sat down on his left knee and thigh, with her legs dangling in the space between his. Slowly she reached her hand into his pants and found the elastic top of his boxer briefs. She took hold and pulled them downward; as she did so, a partially erect, uncircumcised penis flopped out and slapped against the back of her hand, causing an involuntary flinch. His dick seemed surprisingly large considering it was not fully hard, although she had no way of knowing whether Darrell was a "grower" or a "shower." In any case, for a guy that she had written off as more or less of a loser, he seemed pretty well endowed.

She braced herself and wrapped her fingers around the shaft of his cock, which was warm and very obviously continuing to expand and stiffen. She had to admit that it felt nice to hold a dick in her hand, and she began to gently slide her fist up and down its length. She watched with fascination as the reddish-purple glans slid out of the foreskin and into the open, then pulled back inside as she moved her hand on his shaft. Most of her prior experience had been with guys who were circumcised.

Darrell took hold of Erin's wrist and stopped her hand's movements. She looked up into his face, confused.

"I don't mind a hand job," he said. "But that's not going to get you an extension till the end of the week." Then to make himself more clear, he put his hand on the back of her neck and lightly pushed her head toward his crotch.

Erin felt panic as this happened. Things had escalated, and now she had to decide if she was prepared to accept the consequences. She did not make the habit of blowing guys she barely knew. In fact, she had not had a man's dick in her mouth for more than a year. She was going through a period of celibacy due to some unhappy experiences with previous relationships.

Nevertheless, she had to face up to certain truths. First and foremost, she absolutely could not cover her rent until she got paid, and this--servicing Darrell--seemed to be the only way available to her to buy some time. But also, she needed to be honest with herself. She had known at some level that something like this could happen. She has deliberately set out to attract Darrell's erotic interest with the way she had dressed, even to the point of undoing her hair so that it framed her face in a fetching way. Did she have any right to be surprised or outraged that he now wanted her lips on his penis?

Stoically, she allowed her head to be pushed into Darrell's lap. She wet her lips and touched them to the warm shaft of his cock, then ran them up and down its length a few times. While her mouth was at the tip, she used her tongue to push the foreskin down over the head, which released some less than pleasant tastes into her mouth.

"Oh yeah babe," he murmured. "Good girl."

Reconciled to the fact that she was actually going to go through with this, Erin decided that to do it right she would need better access to Darrell's genitals. She sat back up and stood, taking hold of his pants and underwear with the intention of pulling them down. He understood and gripped the arms of his swivel chair to raise his butt off the seat. Erin slid his clothes down to his knees, noticing that his dick was now fully erect and topped out at seven inches or more. This was well above the average for her previous experience. She continued to pull down his pants and underwear, over his ankles and off his feet. His lower body was now bare and his crotch was completely accessible. She noticed approvingly that he was not one of those weirdos who shaved his pubes.

Erin knelt between his legs and placed her right hand around the base of his straining hard-on while cupping his dangling balls with the palm of her left hand. He let out a small moan of excitement as she leaned forward and brought her mouth close to his crotch. She detected a sharp odor that seemingly emanated from his groin. It was vaguely unpleasant, yet it seemed to turn her on and made her want to put her mouth on the big dick that currently filled her vision.

Erin was trying to think strategically as she prepared to start sucking him. It was important that things not escalate further, so she resolved to give Darrell a truly exceptional blow job, not just a desultory suck. The last thing she wanted was for him to start trying to get into her pants!

She saw a clear droplet of precum quivering on the tip of his cock, and felt a desire to taste it. Slowly, sensuously, she put her lips around the head of his dick, and touched her tongue to the end, feeling the wetness of the slippery liquid spread out over her tastebuds. She enjoyed the salty and slightly bitter flavor, while beginning to slide her lips over the wide point of the glans and down the shaft. She pressed her tongue against the underside of his erection as she did this, and once she had four inches or so in her mouth she held her lips stationary and ran her tongue along the shaft. Darrell moaned softly as she did this, and Erin relaxed as she realized that she was in the zone. She knew how to give a guy great head, and Darrell was no exception. He would be more than satisfied by the time she was done.

She slipped into a comfortable rhythm, sliding her lips up and down while embellishing with her tongue. Periodically, she would push her mouth further down until she had to remove her fist to let her lips reach the root. When she did this, the top couple of inches of his erection pushed into her throat. Erin had worried whether she still had the ability to deep-throat a guy--especially one with a larger cock, but she was pleased to find that she could take it all without gagging--just like a pro. When she had him all the way in she couldn't breath, so she was careful not too hold him there too long; however, she gave him a solid ten or fifteen seconds of feeling his cock in her throat and her lips around its base. He seemed to like that.

Erin went back to bobbing her head up and down, now moving from just below the head to the point where the tip was touching her uvula, about five inches. Darrell was getting more excited as his climax began building. His breathing was heavy, and he began to unconsciously make small hip thrusts while holding his hands on her head, grunting in time with them. Erin realized that it was not that long before he would be ejaculating, and started mentally preparing herself. She slowed down her movements to prolong the experience for him. She also started making little sympathetic moans around his cock in time with his grunts. She had found that guys liked to get the idea that she found it exciting to suck them. In fact she did often find it exciting, and it was certainly true this time considering the long hiatus she had experienced.

Erin noticed a tingling in her groin, confirming that performing oral pleasure was causing her to become stimulated. However, this was followed quickly by a distinct feeling of discomfort at her carefully taped clit started swelling and stiffening against the tape that held it in place. Panicking, she tried to divert her attention away from the immediate situation to allow the beginnings of her erection to subside. To distract herself, she temporarily slid her lips up and off of Darrell's cock and licked it a few times, then sucked on his balls.

Slowly the pain in her crotch eased, and she resolved to bring Darrell to his climax. But would she let him cum in her mouth? The alternative was not appealing--if she let him cum on her face, it could easily get on her clothes, and she had not had good experiences getting semen stains out. Better to just man up and let him shoot into her mouth.

Erin was once again sliding her mouth along his shaft, and she could hear him audibly moaning with excitement over the sound of the current track, in which the MC was saying something about bitches. Now his feet were starting to shuffle uncontrollably and his hands tightened on her head, and she knew that he was about to ejaculate. She tightened her lips around the shaft with about three inches in her mouth, and worked her tongue against his frenulum. At the same time, she began gently squeezing his balls as if to encourage the sperm to come out, and she tilted her face upward so that she could watch his expression as he came.

Suddenly she felt Darrell's cock flex in her mouth and his testicles pull upward from her palm. As a large blob of hot sperm hit the back of her mouth, he gave a loud groan of pleasure. Erin continued caressing his dick with her tongue as she watched the ecstasy play over his face. His cock twitched five or six more times, and each time another big blob landed on her tongue. It seemed like an excessive volume of semen for one orgasm.

Finally his climax ebbed and his eyes opened to behold the girl kneeling between his legs with his dick in her mouth, looking him right in the eye as the last of his sperm dribbled out. Erin kept her lips tight and slid her mouth up and off of Darrell's cock, wondering what to do about the big load of cum now on her tongue and oozing down her throat. She would have preferred to spit it out, but there was nothing handy to use. With no great alternative, she swallowed the sticky substance and gave Darrell a little smile to show that she was not a prude who got grossed out by sperm.

Standing up, she spotted a box of tissues on his desk and grabbed one to wipe at the sticky wetness that had leaked out of her mouth as she took him out. Then she looked down at his still erect cock and saw a small droplet of cum on its tip. Spontaneously, she decided to bend down and lick it clean. She didn't mind the taste of cum, and when she had been more sexually active she had even convinced herself that swallowing it reduced her anxiety and gave her a sense of well-being. It was probably hogwash, but she still enjoyed the idea of semen as an antidepressant.

Darrell finally spoke. "That was incredible," he raved. "I haven't nutted that hard in years."

Without explicitly acknowledging his praise, Erin merely stepped away from him and said, "So just to confirm, we're good with the rent until Friday?" Darrell nodded absently, still basking in the afterglow of his orgasm.

Giving her lips one last wipe with the tissue, Erin turned and carefully opened the door wide enough to fit through, then closed it behind her.