So, three months had passed since my "encounter" with Suzy, the hot girl in the apartment complex I managed who was often delinquent with her rent check. I know it's awful, but I'd been hoping like crazy she'd run into similar financial trouble the next month, so that she'd be forced to pay me some, er, alternative way, but no dice. She'd been paying her rent on time, and the few times we passed each other entering or leaving the complex, she completely ignored me, as if my dick had never been in her mouth.

So I went back to my boring, lonely life. Back to online porn... in fact, I bought a new computer with a big screen... ostensibly for my writing, but in truth so I could better enjoy the live video chatting I had begun partaking in. Quite frequently. (I'd even taken to wearing a condom while chatting after ruining a keyboard with an errant blast of cum.)

Yeah, it was about as pathetic as it sounds. Then, one day, my yearnings were answered by a knock on my door. Over the course of three months, knocks upon my door had become just knocks again, not reasons for my heart to start pumping like crazy in anticipation. So I almost ignored it - I was about to sit down for an evening at the computer - but I thought better of it. I didn't want the complex's owner to hear that I was not on the ball.

So I walked over to the door and opened it... and there she was. Good ol' Suzy, looking hotter - and as impatient - as ever. She barged in without being invited. I closed the door behind her and remarked, "Nice to see you, too."

Her only answer was to whirl around and say, "I need to pay my rent the same way I did a few months back."

This was exactly what I wanted to hear. I'd thought about what my response should be, planned for it, because I didn't want to pay another eight hundred bucks for a blowjob. But I was never a good negotiator, so inside I started quivering like a scared little boy. But looking at her up and down -- her amazing legs, shapely ass, and firm tits were all the motivation I needed to stay the course. I wanted more than a BJ.

Clearing my throat, I said, "I'm afraid that was a one time only deal."

She let out a breath that was half surprise, half amusement. "What, are you kidding me? I bet you'll cum in your pants if I just stand here long enough."

"You are hot," I admitted. "But look at it from my perspective. I basically paid eight hundred dollars for a blowjob that first time. It was great, but not eight hundred dollars great."

She narrowed her eyes, realizing she didn't quite have the upper hand, but not yet ready to admit it. "Ever hear the saying, 'beggars can't be choosers'?"

"Sure," I smiled. "But in this instance, I'm not the beggar. I'm the chooser."

"Wow, very smooth. Those screenwriting classes must have really paid off."

I simply folded my arms and leaned against the counter.

She shook her head. "Listen, I'm in a bad situation now, dude. I'm flat broke, and I owe a lot of money to my parents and for my student loans. I'm not going to be able to pay my rent for a few months. So what do you want?"

This was like a symphony to my ears. The girl of my wet dreams, and she was asking what I wanted in return for help only I could offer. I took a deep breath. "I want to fuck you."

She rolled her eyes, hands on hips. "Wow, big surprise. Is that all?"

"No," I said, feeling brazen. "For one month, it'd be once a week. But being that this is going to be an ongoing thing, I'll need it twice a week, and... uh..."

She glared at me. "What?"

"I want to do everything. I want to do anal, cum in your face, everything."

"You've got quite an imagination."

"So I've been told. But, those are my conditions." My breath caught in my throat as I said this, thinking I'd probably overplayed my hand and let my dick run away with me. But she stood there a moment, considering, then said:

"Okay, hotshot. You're on. But you're going to do what I say, too. You're going to lick where I say lick, and fuck how I say fuck. Because I have a feeling you don't have a clue."

I could not believe this.

Game on. Awesome. "Can we start now?" I asked.

"We can, but we're going to start this my way. Today, we just get a feel for each other without actually touching--"

"What?!"

"Calm down, Mr. Hand. You've been watching me and whacking. I want to see it live. And I'll make it easy for you to do it."

With that, she quickly flipped off her flip flops, removed her tank top, and pulled down her shorts and panties. Within twenty seconds, she was completely nude in front of me; it took every ounce of willpower not to rush to her and begin sucking her tits and feeling her ass. I felt like an animal.

"I'm waiting for some reciprocation here," she smirked.

Realizing what she meant, I slowly, sheepishly removed my clothes. When I was done, I stood before her with a very erect penis pointing at her like some sort of flesh detector.

She looked me up and down, a half smile playing at her lips. "Not bad. You have a decent body. Now, you're going to lay back on your couch, and I'm going to put on a little show for you. Okay?"

I nodded, sitting down on my couch. Without another word, she began sauntering back and forth before me, closer and closer, until her ass was right in front of me. At that point, she bent over, revealing her asshole and pussy. They looked more appetizing that anything I'd ever seen--I wanted to lick them, thrust my tongue into them, lube her with my mouth and fuck her.

She peered at me between her legs, that smirk on her face. "What are you waiting for? Go ahead and start stroking that hard dick..."

I reached down tentatively, gently stroking my penis with my thumb and forefinger. There was already a drop of pre-cum at the tip, and I was afraid if I gripped it with my whole hand, I might cum immediately.

She turned, smiling, and plopped into the chair opposite the couch, lifting one leg so that it rested on the arm of the chair, and begin stroking her pussy. I could see that she was wet, which made my heart practically burst out of my chest. She actually liked this! She was turned on. This boded well for future sessions.

"Mmmm... I just love rubbing my pussy. Don't you love how I rub it? It tastes good, too, but you don't get to try that yet. And just think how incredible it'll be to have your cock rammed up inside it..."

I couldnt hold back any longer. I started jerking my dick, letting the pre-cum that was seeping out act as a lubricant.

"Ahh, look at that," she panted. "You're a pro at this, I knew it. I love seeing you jerk it. Go faster...faster..." her words were lost as she, too, began rubbing faster, pushing one and then two fingers into her moist vagina.

I didn't need any further instruction, stroking my weiner faster and faster in time with her movements.

"C'mon, baby, show me that cum! Let me see it... let me see it spurt out!"

I know this will come as no surprise, but I came first, releasing a geyser of semen that shot about a foot and half into the air, sending sticky drops onto my floor, couch, and yes, my own chest.

As I slowed pumping, milking the last drips of cum out of my dick, Suzy arched her back and gasped as she came.

She started laughing when she looked over at me, and saw the mess I'd made. "Look at you. Did you enjoy it? Well, next time we'll get down to something more... touchy-feely."

Spent, I tried to put on my best face. "You better believe it. This was good, but I want to fuck you so bad. When will you be back here?"

As she began dressing, she paused. "Two nights from now."

I nodded, smiling. "Good deal."

As she eased out the door, she turned back to me with a gleam in her eye, whispering so no one passing in the hall could hear her. "Oh, and one more thing -- no jerking off till then. I want you ready to burst. Think you can do it?"

With that, she clicked the door shut, and I was left once again with a slowly softening dick, but this time with a lot of cum to clean up.

I was already anticipating our next encounter.