So, where was I?

Ah, yes. I'd formed an agreement with my tenant, Suzy, to provide, ahem, sexual favors in lieu of rent.

I'd been obsessed with this girl for months. So far, all I'd gotten out of her was a nude dance and a blowjob. Which were both hot as all get out, I hasten to add. But I was eager, so eager, for more.

Once a week was our agreement. She'd made it clear that day would be of her choosing, and I wouldn't know ahead of time when she'd show up at my doorstep.

It'd been over a week since our second encounter, I was about going out of my mind with lust. I could barely sleep and resorted to taking Nyquil to do the job. So when I heard a knock on my door one Thursday night, I about flew out of my chair like a cannonball. I opened the door, and there was Suzy, smirking.

"Wow, that was fast. Have you been waiting on me?" she said in an amused, almost mocking tone.

"No, of course not. I was just watching TV, hanging out. Come on in."

She stepped into my apartment. Did I mention I was already hard? She was wearing those tight cut off jean shorts I loved, and a hot pink t-shirt. She was sweating a bit, and I remembered being turned on by the scent of her odor.

"So, I have an idea for what we'll be doing tonight."

I'd been considering this very question, non-stop, so I immediately began to sputter something about wanting to lick her all over. She interrupted me by holding her hand up over my mouth. "Shh. Just let me do the talking. Trust me, just go with this. It will be hot."

"Uh, sure," I stammered. "What do you have in mind?"

"Where's your computer?" she purred.

This confused me. What? My computer? "It's...in my bedroom. Why?"

She looked around, finding the open door of my bedroom, and paced off in that direction. I slavishly followed, my mind filled with images of plowing her tight holes from behind.

When I got into the bedroom, she'd already tapped the keyboard of my computer, waking it up. She launched a browser and turned towards me with a smile. "So, what are your favorite porn sites?"

I froze for a second, not knowing what to say. What do you say to something like that? "I don't...er...that's not my--"

She frowned and turned away, and began entering random smutty words into the address bar, and thanks to my browser history, immediately came up with a number of hits. "Wow, you've been a very busy boy."

"Look," I said, trying to sound firm, "this isn't what we agreed to. I want to fuck you, not fuck around--"

She giggled. "If you write that sort of dialogue in your screenplays, I know why you haven't hit it big yet."

Now I was getting pissed. And flaccid. "You know what, why don't you just get out of here and find another way to pay your rent."

She turned back to me, her expression softening. "I'm just joking. Seriously, pull up another chair. You will like this if you go with it..."

I looked at her for a moment...or more accurately, at her body. Shit, did I want it. I turned and jogged into the kitchen to grab an extra chair, which I placed alongside the one she was sitting in.

"You know what, let me take care of this. Just sit and relax, stud." Her fingers moved quickly across the keyboard, and momentarily, my screen was filled with numerous, identically sized thumbnails of naked girls.

"Peachy19 dot com, huh? Let's see what we have here." She began clicking thumbnails, bringing up the full galleries. "Tell me when you see something you like."

Despite myself, I began to get hard again. Within minutes, she opened up a gallery showing a series of images of a blonde girl gradually stripping her clothes off, ultimately revealing her pussy and asshole in various positions.

She turned and grinned at me. "I approve. Looks familiar." There was no denying it, the girl looked like her.

"Now what?" I asked her.

"I think you know what," she said.

"You want me to just...whack off in front of you?"

"You've done it enough without me, haven't you? Haven't you looked at this very girl while pretending it was me? I bet you've jerked to these photos a hundred times."

That was an exaggeration...but not much of one.

"Take off your clothes. Come on, chop chop. I want to see that hard pecker in full salute."

"What about you?" I asked.

"Do what I tell you, and you won't be disappointed."

I considered a moment, then figured, what the fuck. I stood up and quickly stripped naked. And my cock was indeed in full salute.

"Very good. Very, very good. Now, just do what you usually do."

She'd said to trust her, so I did as she'd instructed. With one hand, I slowly begin massaging my dick as I toggled between the photos on the screen.

As I began breathing heavier, she removed her t-shirt, exposing her amazing breasts. But when I turned to face her, hoping this would turn into some actual fucking, she said "uh-uh. Keep those eyes on the screen and your hand on your dick. This is so hot!"

It was, there was no denying it. There was something electric about having her next to me. My hand began moving faster on my penis.

"Tell me when you're getting close," she said breathlessly. I jerked a few more times, then gasped, "I'm close...!"

She grabbed my hand from my dick, yanking me to face her; she quickly squatted at cock level and licked
her hand. I didn't think I'd ever been so excited, not even when she'd blown me. She took my manhood into her slick hand and proceeded to finish the job, jerking me furiously.

Holding me in her pumping hand, she said, "you wanted to cum in my face, babe? Come on, do it...let loose that sticky semen!"

I looked down at her, forcing my eyes to stay open as the breath caught in my throat and I began spurting cum all over her face--her nose, her cheeks, a few drops even made it into her hair. It was a huge load.

She never let go of my dick, milking it dry, her hand moving ever slower to squeeze out the remaining fluid.

She smiled up at me. "Want to take a picture?"

Until next time...