The Landlord

When I finally got a new job I was on the bones of my arse. Having lost my job a few months before my funds had dwindled to almost nothing and I was about to be thrown out of the fully furnished apartment I had been renting. All I could now afford now was a really basic room in a boarding house, on the wrong sides of the tracks.

The four upstairs rooms in this establishment all had to share a communal bathroom that had two toilets, two basins, two showers, and one bath. Thankfully, all these amenities had doors and walls dividing them and were serviced at least once a day.

In fairness, the rooms were okay and the three-quarter beds clean and comfortable. Each room also had a basin and a small bar fridge. There was also a small shelf with a kettle and a few basic bits of crockery and cutlery.

My fellow three renters were all men of the blue-collar variety, whom I very seldom saw and our only interaction was nods of acknowledgement when we infrequently bumped into one another.

My landlord, and owner of the establishment, lived in the downstairs area with his wife. She was a semi-invalid, whom one never saw. Huck Hammond, the landlord, was a fifty-something thickset man. He always wore elasticized shorts that were faded with age and t-shirts with logos and slogans, which he had presumably received as promotional gifts. The t-shirts were always soiled, presumably from the handiwork he did around the place.

Huck had a broad and unattractive face, which was covered with stubble that surrounded his chin, bulbous nose, and thick lips. His eyes, which seemed too small for his head were somewhat unsettling. Huck’s hands were puffy and large, with the fattest fingers I had ever seen on a man.

From the time we met I was always ill at ease with the way he looked at me. His gaze was intense and had a salacious undercurrent that worried me, and made me feel like I was being appraised for a carnal strike.

Huck’s body language also bordered on the obscene as his grotesque hands constantly toured his body and crotch in a suggestive and lewd manner. In fact, I couldn’t extricate myself from his company quick enough and always kept my door locked.

Having insisted on being paid in cash for the rent, and after I had paid my deposit, he informed me that he would collect the weekly rent in person.

When my next rent was due one Saturday morning, there was a knock at my door. I had the envelope ready with Huck’s money, which I planned to hand to him at the door. When I opened the door, however, it was clear that my plan was not going to work because Huck had a plate with two pieces of cake on it.

“Hi, I just wanted to find out how you are doing, so I figured that I would have a cup of coffee and a slice of cake with you,” he announced with a smile.

With no alternative, I had to invite him in.

As I switched on the kettle Huck said, “Looks like you are all alone upstairs for the weekend.” Huck then went on to say that the other guys were obviously away servicing pussy for the weekend. He had a strict ‘no female’ policy at the boarding house, so any fucking had to be done off the premises.

“I envy those guys,” he said, before qualifying, “As you know my wife isn’t doing too well, health wise, so I never get laid anymore.”

I simply gave him an apologetic grin of lament as I busied myself with the coffee preparation.

“How about you, Adrian?” he asked, “Do you have an available pussy at your disposal?”

“Not at the moment,” I replied.

“Mmm,” he simply uttered with a curious look, as if evaluating whether pussy may possibly not be my thing.

“Well, pussy isn’t for everyone,” he then stated, with his eyes licentiously trying to read my expression.

After placing his piece of cake on a small plate, I handed it to him with his cup of coffee. Before I could offer him a spoon, however, Huck lifted the cake off his plate and wolfed it down. Once done, the next bit of behaviour from him was deliberately suggestive.

After using one of his fat fingers to scrape the residue off his plate, his thick lips parted and his tongue emerged like a huge slug before he commenced licking his fingers clean in a pornographic fashion, as one after the next finger speared in and out of the fleshy folds of his mouth. As this happened, his indecent eyes fixatedly glared at me.

Next, Huck wiped the residue of spit on his fingers off on his t-shirt, crudely encircling his nipples as he did so.

As I watched him a strange excitement began to escalate within me, despite the fact that he really wasn’t my taste.

‘This fucker is trying to soften me up,’ I thought to myself, and to my dismay it was actually working.

Huck then asked me a really strange question. “Do you piss in the basin?”

“Why do you ask?” I apprehensively enquired, worried that I had been found out.

“Well, it would make sense and save you having to leave your room at night when you need a piss,” he reassuringly informed me.

“Yeah, sometimes,” I answered with relief.

After downing the last bit of coffee in his cup and putting it down, Huck then indecently gripped hold of his crotch and commenced fondling it.

Again evaluating my expression he then rhetorically asked, “Well, on that note, you won’t mind me pissing in you basin?”

“No, go for it,” I answered with a dry mouth, now excited by the prospect of seeing his dick.

I could see that the fucker knew he was winning me over and that his bravado was beginning to reap rewards.

Enjoying his victory, he now made a meal of his success. Upon inserting his right hand into the front of his pants he continued to fondle his genitals more animatedly. As he did so, his thick lips parted and the fat slug once more slowly and suggestively emerged between them.

There was no urgency in his actions and it was like he was making me suffer for my curtness in our past interactions. He could clearly see the hungry anticipation in my eyes and was going to make me pay for my aloofness.

As his right hand continued its fondling, his left hand slipped under his t-shirt and found its way to his moobs. The sight of his garden path and hairy stomach now almost had me gasping with lust.

Finally, after Huck’s left hand moved south once he had given his nipples a good rub. His left hand now slowly started pushing his shorts ever downward. As I watched with my heart beating faster, the garden path began to blossom into a forest when to base of his cock came into sight.

Thankfully, the last part of the trouser journey ended swiftly, when Huck suddenly pushed his shorts down to his thighs.

The sight that now greeted me was even better than I had hoped for. The combination of his right hand and cock looked like a swarm of eels surrounding a large fish. Huck’s uncut dick was very thick and meaty, and the balls hanging below that were bulbous and plump.

With a mischievous look on his face, however, it soon became clear that his torment was not yet over as he turned and moved toward the basin. Huck then slopped his dick into the basin before I heard the splashing sounds of his impressive flow of piss.

As he finished off and rinsed the basin, Huck said, “Sorry about all the splashes around the basin, but foreskins are what they are.”

As I was assuring Huck that it wasn’t a problem, Huck removed his t-shirt and mopped up the remaining splashes around the basin.

“That wasn’t really necessary,” I proffered, as Huck threw the t-shirt on the floor.

“It had to come off in any case,” Huck then stated, before letting his pants drop to the floor and kicking his shorts aside.

Bulky as he was, I was really impressed with his body as he moved toward me. “So, does the little hard-up bitch like what she sees?” he asked in a sardonic manner.

“Y… yes,” I stammered.

As he now stood before me in total control, Huck informed me that I could keep the envelope with the money for my rent.

“No… I insist on paying,” I protested.

With a stern but horny look on his face, he replied, “Oh, believe me; you will be paying over and over again for your hard-assed insolence.”

In a flash he ripped the shirt I was wearing off me and after turning my body, shoved me flat on the bed on my stomach. No sooner had I hit the mattress, before his hands pulled my pants and underpants off me. Then, after throwing my legs apart he knelt between them and viciously commenced slapping my arse.

As I wailed he reminded me that there was nobody else upstairs so I could shriek as loud as I liked. He also added that his wife was practically in a coma downstairs because he had given her two strong sleeping tablets an hour ago.

During his speech I had felt him anchoring his fat knob at my portal, before a slam-dunk took place as he drove his sledgehammer into my unwitting manhole. I had never experience such an agreeable agony in my life, and although I had no inkling about endorphins and suchlike, but whatever was happening to me was the most exhilarating experience that I had ever had. My heart began to beat really fast his fat hands took hold of my elbows and yanked my body toward him. By this stage I didn’t care if my arse would be in a sling for the flowing month.

As Huck manically thrust behind me, the combination of his grunting and insults heightened the overall gratification of the bonding. The verbal slurs about me being a cheap whore who needed pay for his munificence certainly added a sparkle to the proceedings, and I did my best to fuel the roleplay of my subjugation by pleading for mercy.

After Huck let go of my elbows my hair became his next target as my torso was pulled upward. This time, however, his fat fingers sought out my mouth for additional torment. It was heavenly as my mouth as got overloaded by fat sausages that could excite anyone visiting a German beer fest. Throughout all of this, Huck’s hips never faltered on their rhythmic oscillation.

When Huck entered the final stretch, he let go of my hair and pushed me downward before placing his hands on my shoulders to anchor me for his penultimate onslaught. All the former rhythm now disappeared and his approach became discordant as he jarringly pounded my backside.

Finally, after lowering his full weight onto me Huck’s ejaculation became chaotic, and I literally saw stars as his frenetic pounding almost totally winded me.

After we were done he quickly got dressed and went on his way. Exciting as it had been, I would have liked a little more passion. As I glanced at the envelope, however, I thought about buying the beautiful jacket that I had seen the previous day. Sore as my arse was, I had enjoyed myself and avariciously viewed the episode with Huck as a profitable pleasure.

As I tidied up, I picked up the tattered shirt that had been ripped off me. Smiling, I reflected upon the fact that the shirt had at least had been an old one and its destruction, well-worth the stimulation of our encounter.

My reverie was soon interrupted when I again heard a knock at my door. As I opened the door a hand reached out and grabbed me around the throat and before I could think, I was once more on the bed on my back with Huck on top of me.

“You are a long way off from settling your debt,” Huck said, before his lips sucked onto my mouth. As he animatedly kissed me, I hoped that the number of ‘instalments’ it would take to pay my weekly rent would be never-ending.

After a brief oral tussle, Huck arose and hastily removed his clothing. As he did so he eyed the plate with the piece of cake I had not yet eaten. Huck now meshed his fat fingers in the slice before returning to the bed. Huck then smeared his hand all over my face and head before pushing his gooey fat fingers into my mouth.

As I feverishly licked his fingers and hand clean, his other hand moved to my nipples and commenced tweaking them very hard.

“Do you want more cake, boy?” he asked.

“Fuck, yes,” I answered.

Huck now once more got up and collected the plate before placing it on the bed next to my head. After scooping another handful, Huck began smearing the mashed sweet mess all over his crotch. After again scooping all he could off the plate, Huck then once more coated my face.

“Looks like you’ve got a lot of cleaning to do,” he said, as he straddled my torso. With both hands now clamped around my head, he pulled my head up and rubbed his crotch into my face.

Although I had never really had a sweet tooth, I now became fully rehabilitated as my mouth and tongue went berserk.

After Huck began spearing my mouth with his dick, he continually kept extracting his cock and recoating it with the mess from my face.

When my oral assault ended, Huck pulled his foreskin back and smeared the glans in the remaining residue from my face.

Huck now repositioned himself further down my body and after lifting my legs and placing them over his shoulders, he said, “Now let’s sweeten up this arse of yours.”

With his last load still in me, Huck’s entry was a lot more comfortable than before.

When his hips now again commenced a steady rhythm, my hands took control of my legs to allow him to lower his torso.

As he solidly fucked me his tantalizing mouth now toured my facial features erotically, as he licked all the crumbs and icing off my head. The entire experience was awesome, and it was like I had entered a carnal wonderland.

After again fucking me solidly, Huck then entered the final stretch with all the gusto that would always remain his tumultuous ejaculation signature.

As he panted after his release, he said, “Jesus, boy, we need to clean you up.”

After grabbing a towel, I was instructed to follow him to the ablution area. Because nobody else was upstairs, we did so in the nude.

Upon entering a shower cubicle, Huck commanded me to kneel. Unceremoniously, he aimed his dick at me and started pissing. As I got drenched by his nectar, I washed all the sweetness of my head and body before his arms lifted my frame and turned me around to face the wall.

Next, Huck knelt behind me and pushed his face into my arse crack. As his lips suctioned onto my man-hole his fat tongue began demanding nourishment. Huck then snorted loudly as he greedily felched the double load and sweet residue from my backside.

Once Huck had feasted to his heart’s content, my body was turned before his mouth assailed my knob. The warmth of his mouth and his magical tongue now took things to a higher level. As if that wasn’t enough, he soon had one and then two of his fat fingers in my arse. The double delight proved too much for me and soon my cock was erupting more profusely than it ever had.

Huck had taken me to new horizons and I knew that henceforth, I would be putty in his hands. Then, as if hammering home his supremacy, my body was again turned before he fucked the living shit out of me.

After we returned to my room he was soon on his way to prepare lunch for his wife. I simply lay on my bed more satisfied and sexually sated than I had ever been.

Late that afternoon, Huck again visited me with a plate of food he had prepared for me.

He did spend the night and periodically popped downstairs to see if his wife was okay.

Thereafter, I never needed to pay my rent in cash ever again, and developed a taste for the cake he frequently brought to my room