The humid summer air clung to her skin as she walked the short distance from the neighborhood supermarket/department store where she worked, the setting sun painting the neighborhood walkups in shades of orange and green. Her feet ached, but it was a distant sensation, drowned out by the low, throbbing anxiety in her chest. Rent was due. She was short. Again.

She paused outside the ground-floor apartment, the one with the well-tended potted plants by the door. Her heart hammered against her ribs. She’d chosen this outfit carefully after her shift—a short, flirty skirt and a tight top that hugged her full curves, the fabric soft against her nipples, which were already pebbled with a nervous energy that felt suspiciously like anticipation. She took a deep breath, the scent of jasmine from his plants filling her lungs, and knocked.

The door swung open. Rich leaned against the frame, a towel slung over his shoulder, wearing a simple white t-shirt and jeans. His eyes, dark and appraising, traveled down her body and back up again, a slow, deliberate journey that made her skin prickle with heat.

“Erica,” he said, her name a low rumble. “What can I do for you?”

She put on her best smile, the one she practiced in the mirror, all demure innocence and hinted promise. “Hi, Rich. I… um… was hoping we could talk about the rent this month. I’m a little short. Just need a small extension?” She bit her lip, looking up at him through her lashes.

He crossed his arms, the muscles in his forearms flexing. “You know I can’t really do that. The building’s rules, not mine.”

Her heart sank for a second before she pushed forward, her voice dropping into a softer, more intimate register. She took a half-step closer, closing the distance between them on the stoop. “Is there… anything I could do to change your mind? I mean anything...?”

The silence stretched between them, thick and heavy. His eyes held hers, and she saw the shift in them, the flicker of interest turning into something hotter, more primal. A knowing smirk played on his lips. 

“I could knock a hundred off,” he said, his voice dropping to a near-whisper, meant only for her. “Right now. If you get on your knees and suck my dick.”

A jolt, sharp and electric, shot straight to her core. Her panties were instantly damp. She didn’t hesitate. She didn’t even think. A slow, sultry smile spread across her face as her hand came up, her fingers gently brushing against the hard ridge already forming in his jeans. God, he’s already so hard.

“Okay,” she breathed, the word barely audible.

She sank to her knees on the cool concrete of his doorstep, the world narrowing to the space between his body and hers. Her fingers, trembling slightly, worked his belt buckle, then the button of his jeans. The zzerp of the zipper was loud in the quiet evening. She tugged his jeans and boxers down just enough, and her breath hitched.

Oh my god. Her ex-boyfriend was… modest. This was something else entirely. Thick, veined, and already straining upward. A tremor of pure, unadulterated desire shook her. She wrapped her fingers around his base, the skin hot and silken smooth. She leaned forward, her long dark hair falling around her face like a curtain, and pressed her lips to the tip, tasting the faint, musky pre-cum that had already beaded there.

A low, guttural groan escaped him, and the sound fueled her. He likes it. She licked it slowly, wet, straight from root to tip, then took him into her mouth. She relaxed her jaw, letting him slide deeper, her tongue swirling around the head as she moved. She could feel him pulsing against her tongue, feel the way his thighs tensed. She hollowed her cheeks, sinking down until her nose was buried in the coarse hair at his base, taking all of him. His hand came down, tangling in her hair, not forcing, just holding, feeling the rhythm of her head as she bobbed up and down.

She lost herself in the act, in the salty taste of him, the muffled sounds of his pleasure, the bold reality that anyone walking by could see the new tenant on her knees for her landlord. The thought made her wetter. She worked him faster, her own hips making small, involuntary circles against nothing.

That’s it… that’s it… she thought, feeling him swell, the tension coiling tightly within him. His grip on her hair tightened. “Fuck, Erica, I’m gonna…”

She didn’t pull away. She looked up, meeting his dark, hooded eyes as his release hit. A hot, salty burst flooded her mouth, followed by another, and another. She swallowed instinctively, milking him with her lips and tongue until he was spent, until he softened in her mouth, his body slumping against the doorframe.

She slowly released him, licking her lips clean before rising gracefully to her feet. Her knees were dirty, her panties were soaked, and a powerful, dirty thrill coursed through her. She gave him a slow, smoky smile.

He shook his head, a look of pure awe on his face, and said, “I'll knock off a hundred every month on the condition that when I page you, I want you to show up at my door in a skirt AND you are not to wear any panties, now get out of here,” he said, his voice rough. But he was smiling.

She turned and walked away, the click of her heels on the pavement echoing the frantic beat of her heart. She didn’t look back. She didn’t need to. She felt the weight of his gaze on her, on the sway of her hips, all the way back to her empty apartment. The deal was struck. And she already knew it was only the beginning.

A couple of months had passed, and Erica had satisfied the terms of her agreement with Rich. He would page her once a week, and there were times when it was twice a week. Erica would run into Rich at the apartment's laundry room on occasion, and they would continue with the usual flirting from prior.

A week had passed. It was a Saturday, and Erica didn't get a page from Rich. Then in the early evening, his page buzzed on her hip; a jolt of excitement went straight through her.

She practically flew down the stairs, following his one rule meticulously. She wore a short denim skirt, and nothing underneath. The summer air felt indecently intimate against her bare skin. She’d spent an hour in the shower that morning, shaving herself smooth until her skin was like silk.

He opened the door before she could even knock. His eyes were dark with intent. Without a word, his hand snaked out, sliding up the inside of her thigh. His fingers, rough and cool, found her bare flesh, parting her folds to feel the wet heat that was already waiting for him. A gruff sound of approval rumbled in his chest.

“Good girl,” he murmured, and the praise made her knees weak. He pulled her inside, leaving the door open just a crack, a sliver of the outside world peeking in.

“Suck me first. Get me hard,” he commanded, sitting back in a worn armchair.

She dropped to her knees again, her practiced mouth finding him, worshipping him, until he was rock-hard and throbbing in her hands. But this time, he stopped her just before he was about to shoot his load. “The deal’s changed. I’ll knock off three hundred if we fuck.”

“Yes,” she said instantly, the word a breathy exhalation. Yes, yes, yes.

“Then get undressed. Slowly.”

She stood, her fingers trembling with a new kind of urgency. She peeled off her top, then her bra, her full, heavy breasts bouncing free. His eyes devoured her. She pushed the denim skirt down her hips, letting it pool at her feet, standing before him completely naked, bathed in the dim light of his lamp.

He was on her in an instant, his mouth crashing down on hers, his hands everywhere—kneading the full rounds of her ass, squeezing, pulling her against the hard line of his body. He buried his face in her neck, biting and sucking as his hands found her breasts, pinching and rolling her nipples until she cried out, the sensations arcing through her like lightning.

He sank to his knees then, his mouth following the path his hands had taken. He lapped at her breasts, sucking a nipple deep into his mouth, his tongue circling the taut peak until she was panting, her fingers clawing at his shoulders. Then he moved lower, kissing down her stomach, his stubble a delicious abrasion on her sensitive skin.

He hooked his hands under her thighs and lifted her, carrying her the few steps to his sturdy wooden dinner table. He bent her over it, her palms flat on the cool wood. He stood behind her, his hands running over the swell of her ass, spreading her cheeks, and then his fingers were on her again, tracing her soaked slit.

“So wet for me already,” he growled, sliding two fingers inside her. She gasped, pushing back against his hand, the fullness exquisite. He finger-fucked her slowly, then faster, curling them until he found that spot deep inside that made her see stars. Her orgasm ripped through her suddenly, a silent, shuddering wave that left her trembling.

But she was greedy. She wanted more. Needed more.

Rich then grabbed a condom out of his chest drawer and gave it to Erica. She rushed to open it, then put it on Rich's hard throbbing dick, and she said to him, "Now fuck me...fuck me hard." And he did. Erica turned back around, bent over, and eagerly parted her legs, exposing her wet and inviting pussy.

Rich then proceeded to eagerly enter Erica from behind, slowly teasing her with the tip, then in one swoop, he entered her. Erica let out an intense moan of ecstasy! Gushing wet, Rich's thrusts started with a slow pace, then grew harder, faster with each thrust. The swishing of her wet pussy could be heard as he continued fucking Erica harder and harder while she matched the rhythm of his thrusts. Erica continued to moan louder and louder with each thrust, then in an instant, an intense jolt surged through her body! She lay bent over frozen while the intensity of her climax sent shivers throughout her body. At the last thrust, Rich exploded in the condom, which sent the last jolt of shiver in Erica. They both remained still for a moment, dripping in sweat from the intensity. His member softened, spent. Her shivers subsided, and her breathing calmed. They both got up off the kitchen table and looked at each other with a smile and grin on their face. Erica grabbed her skirt and top and headed back to her apartment.

A couple of months passed, and Erica continued to satisfy the revised terms of her agreement with Rich. He would page her once a week, as he normally did, and there were times when it was twice a week. Erica would run into Rich at the apartment's laundry room on occasion, and they would continue with the usual flirting just like before, but this one time, it was different.

Erica was doing her laundry and was wearing a loose-fitting tank top and shorts. One could see the sides of her full breasts and her ass cheeks hanging from under her shorts. There were a couple of other tenants that were also doing their laundry, minding their own business, when Rich came in with his basket of laundry, and immediately saw Erica towards the back of the laundry room.

Erica saw him, and Rich walked towards her, and without saying anything other than the exchange of smiles, he picked her up and placed her on the laundry room table. Her legs were spread apart, and he positioned himself in front of her. Rich began to passionately kiss Erica's lips, neck, and shoulder, while his hands extended towards her breasts, then onto the softness of her thighs. Then, with the smoothness of her skin, his hands gently slid up her thigh, finding her pussy. It was gushing wet from the excitement and thrill of knowing there were two other tenants in the laundry room. Rich then circles her pussy with his rough and strong hands, then inserts two fingers inside of her. Erica let out a loud moan, which caught the attention of the other two tenants in the laundry room. He continued finger-fucking her, and a moan was let out with each thrust. Deeper. Harder. Faster. Then, in an instant, Erica let out a loud moan signaling her climax, but she wasn't done; Erica wanted more.

Rich and Erica both left the laundry room unfazed by the weird looks from the two tenants in the laundry room and rushed to his apartment. Just as Erica was about to remove her clothing, Rich commanded her to stop, then bent her over on his kitchen table. She hears the tear of foil, the rustle of a condom. No. The thought was clear and sudden. She wanted to feel him. All of him.

“No,” she said, her voice husky. “Don’t use it.”

He paused. “What?”

She looked over her shoulder, meeting his hungry gaze. “Fuck me raw. Like you mean it.”

A dark, predatory grin spread across his face. He tossed the unused condom aside. He positioned himself behind her, pulling the short leg up and to the side, exposing her wet pussy. The broad, spongy head of his cock nudging against her entrance. He paused there, making her wait, making her ache.

Then he pushed.

Oh god. The feeling was obliterating. The stretch was immense, a perfect, burning fullness she’d never experienced. Skin on skin. She could feel every vein, every pulse. He started to move, slow, deep thrusts that had her moaning into the wood of the table. Each stroke rubbed against her most sensitive spots, building a fire deep in her belly.

He gripped her hips, his fingers digging into her flesh, and his pace quickened. The slapping sound of their bodies meeting filled the room, mingling with their ragged breaths. He was pounding into her now, each thrust deeper, harder, more possessive than the last. She came again, a louder, more vocal climax that tore a scream from her throat, her inner muscles clenching around him like a vise.

He fucked her through it, his rhythm becoming frantic, desperate. She felt him swell inside her, felt the moment his control shattered. "I'm gonna fill you up," he grunted, his voice strained.

He drove into her one last, deep time, burying himself to the hilt, and held there. A hot, pulsing flood erupted inside her, jet after jet of his release, coating her deepest parts. She felt each throb, each convulsion, a warm, claiming tide that made her quiver around him. It seemed to go on forever, this intimate, warm surrender.

When he was finally spent, he leaned over her, his sweaty chest pressed against her back, both of them breathing like they’d run a mile. He slowly, reluctantly, pulled out of her. A warm trickle escaped down her inner thigh.

He turned her around to face him, and he told her, "I'll knock off five hundred if we fuck raw and take my cum in your pussy." Erica looked Rich in the eye, gleaming with agreement and excitement.