STORY: Screwing The Landlord

Kike was in the bathroom when the sound of loud, urgent knocks filtered the air.

She hurriedly poured a few bowls of water on her naked body and covered herself with a wrapper. The knocks kept getting louder and more aggressive. She was felt upset, who knocks on someone's door like a crazy person at 9 in the morning.

"Who is it?" She asked as she got closer to the door.

"What sort of question is that?" A man bellowed on the other side.

Kike shook her head before opening the door. Their landlord has taken to coming by nearly four times every week now. Normally, her husband, Nomso, would have been here to deal with him but he had to go to work earlier that morning.

"Where is Nomso?" he asked as soon as she opened the door.

"Mr Audu, good morning."

He pretended not to hear her. "I said where is your husband?! I have been very lenient with you two but my patience is running out. You are in my house, owing six months rent and I cannot simply overlook this anymore. Where is your husband?" He said, his voice rising as he talked.

"No need to yell," she said, trying to pacify him as she did not want her neighbour listening in. "He has gone to work. I will tell him you came by."

Mr Audu was visibly angry and shaking. He was panting, trying to get his thoughts together when Kike noticed his eyes travelling down her body. They stopped at her breasts and his demeanour changed. Kike uncomfortably crossed her arms over them and he looked up at her with a leer.

"Tell him to call me when he returns," he said, then turned to leave.

She closed the door and sighed. She was getting really tired of Mr Audu always looking lustfully at her like some piece of meat whenever they saw. Sure, with her DD sized breasts, she had had to get used to the fact that men would always look at her that way but she was sick of it. She looked down and saw that most of her breasts and nipples were visible through the wrapper which had gotten soaked with water from her bath.

That evening, Kike did not have the heart to tell her husband that the landlord came calling again. He was very moody and sad. Kike's heart broke for him. He had been trying so hard to provide for them but things were not easy these days. She wished she could help but all her efforts at finding a job were not fruitful. There was nothing she could do. That evening, as they laid in bed, he settled his head on her breasts and she rubbed his body, hoping that would help. He also ran his hands down her body, stroking her and soon, they held each other as they made love. She wished she could offer him more comfort than her body.

An idea began forming in her head. She could actually use her body to help him out.

The next morning, after her husband left for work, she called Mr Audu.

"Can you come over? I have something for you."

"My money?! I am on my way," he said immediately and hung up.

Kike paced nervously as she waited. She had worn a white, flimsy nightgown and her bountiful boobs could be seen underneath the fabric. Her shapely ass was also in full view. She worried about what going to do but she consoled herself. She was helping the man she loved.

"Come in," she said to Mr Audu when he arrived.

He sat down, his eyes following her as she took the seat opposite him.

"I wanted to ask if you can give us a grace of six months for the rent."

He did not hear her at first. His eyes were zeroed in on her breasts as she talked. His lips had parted hungrily and he seemed lost in his own fantasies.

"Mr Audu!" she said again. He suddenly shook his head, trying to return to the conversation.

"Err... I don't think I can... I need too..." he was saying.

"I can offer you something you want." She said and stood up. His eyes nearly popped out of their sockets when she took off her dress. She went closer to him, held out her hand which he immediately took, then led him into the bedroom.

He was still in a daze as she slowly began to unbutton his shirt. She then pulled down his trousers and his boxers went next. When he was completely naked, she went on her knees and began to stroke his cock.

He moaned, moving his hips against her hand so she could cover more length. She kissed his tip. He was not long, but he had a really thick cock. She found herself anticipating how it would feel when he entered her.

She stood up before him and Mr Audu, who had finally figured out what was going on, immediately grabbed her boobs. His hands on her were rough and desperate. He kissed, licked, sucked, stroked and kneaded her breasts until they started to ache. Kike wanted to get this over with and fast. She laid down on the bed, pulling him on top of her.

He was panting as he held his dick, searching for her entrance. As soon as he entered her, he began to pump quickly and urgently, his head on her boobs. He would go from one boob to another, sucking and kissing her breasts as he fucked.

She spread her legs apart so he got full access, tightening her cunt against him and let him do all the fucking. She could feel his thickness sliding quickly in and out as he went. She did not want or plan to enjoy this but she could not help her excitement as he fucked and grinded against her. A moan escaped her lips, and soon she was moaning louder, moving her hips as much as she could, welcoming him and loving it.

Her enthusiasm excited him. So much so that as she moaned, he found himself getting closer to orgasm. After a few more pumps, he pushed as deep as he could go, shuddered and came inside her pussy.

When he was done, he began to get dressed.

"Six months, huh?" he said.

She was still lying down on the bed. "Yes."

He nodded and left.

She was excited to inform her husband that evening that she had convinced the landlord to give them an extension of six months.

"How did you convince him?"

"Oh, I just talked to him about the hardship we are facing. He seemed to understand."

Nomso looked at his wife, wanting so badly to ask but knowing that asking that question could be the end of their marriage as he knew it. She would either lie, which would break his heart, or tell the truth and ruin them.

She met his gaze, her eyes pleading with him not to ask the question she knew he wanted to ask. Finally, he looked away.

"Thank you," he said.

She sighed, relieved.