Paying the Landlord

"20, 40, 60, 80..." She whispered to herself as she counted out the stack of notes on the kitchen counter. Her anxiety increased as the stack got thinner but the numbers weren't close enough to her rent.

"320, 340... FUCK!" she hissed, setting the last £20 down on the pile. She was still £100 short for the rent on her room.

Lizzie lived in a house shared with her landlord, Andrew, and his wife Melissa. She had moved in there shortly after starting her second year of university, after her time in halls ran out. The space was comfortable, and Andy and Melissa were good people; she knew she had lucked out to only be paying them £460 a month. She worked part-time as a waitress in a local pub alongside her studies, but lately she had had less shifts and smaller tips, which had led to her current predicament.

Biting her lip anxiously, she paced the room for a minute until she heard a key turn in the front door. Peering round the corner, she saw Andy locking up behind himself and took a moment to brace herself to explain her situation. As she did, she found her eyes roving over her landlord.

Andy was tall, late-30s man with a well-maintained beard and artfully tousled brown hair, streaked with hints of silver. He had his own contracting firm, which was currently working on structural restoration of the local cathedral and as he shrugged off his hi-vis work jacket, she noted the cords of muscle running up his arms. He wore blue jeans, boots and a dark-coloured t-shirt, that clung well to his toned body.

Not for the first time, Lizzie felt wetness pooling between her thighs at the sight of him.

It was rare for him to be home before Melissa, who worked as a teacher at the local primary school and was usually home by 4, but she had mentioned at breakfast that it was parents' evening that night and that she would be home much later than usual.

Shaking her head to clear the sudden lust-fuelled brain fog, Lizzie reminded herself of her current predicament and braced herself for the inevitable favour she would have to ask of her handsome landlord -- an extension on the rent.

Stepping back into the kitchen, Lizzie ran her hands over her round breasts and flat stomach, smoothing the wrinkles from her soft t-shirt. She adjusted the waistband of her shorts and tugged the hem down from where it had become lodged under her wide, rounded bum. Her legs stretched out before her as she leaned back casually against the counter and took a deep, steadying breath.

Andy came into the kitchen, raking a hand tiredly through his hair. He almost startled at the sight of Lizzie in the kitchen, seemingly not having realised she was there and she watched as he raked his eyes over her, dragging his gaze from her bare feet, up her legs, over her hips and stomach, resting for a split second on her ample breasts before finally meeting her eyes.

"Ah, hi Lizzie" he said, greeting her with his deep, rich voice. The sound of her name on his lips was enough to send another wave of moisture between her thighs and she couldn't help but rub them together slightly as he spoke. "Sorry, I didn't realise you were down here."

"Hi Andy" she replied, trying to keep her voice steady and not relay to him the way he made her feel. "Sorry, I was just sorting my rent money out for you. I... I have a bit of a problem this month"

"Oh?" he frowned a little, taking a step towards her in concern "What's wrong?"

"Well, work hasn't been giving me as many shifts lately and so my base pay and my tips have been really bad this month -- I'm £100 short. I was wondering if I could have an extension?" She asked, giving him the best puppy dog eyes she could.

She watched as he swallowed hard, averting his gaze to the counter where her money sat.

"I think the problem with that is that Melissa needs that money for the mortgage -- she can't be late on that, or we have to pay extra fees." Andy replied, glancing back at her apologetically.

She sighed in despair, tears welling up behind her eyes as she felt the anxiety inside her rising again.

Seeing this, Andy continued hurriedly "But... I mean... I could cover the extra £100. But you would need to do some work for me to earn it."

Hope filled Lizzie again as she looked up at him, the last tear tracking down her cheek "Really? Oh Andy, that would be incredible -- I'll do anything!"

He cleared his throat awkwardly, averting his gaze again "We have some filing you can do at the office -- 2 days' work should cover the £100. Are you free to start tomorrow?"

"Yes, oh yes! I'll be there! Thank you so much, Andy! I won't forget this!" She beamed at him happily and leaned up to peck him on the cheek. As her lips connected with the scruff of his beard and her breasts rubbed against his chest, she felt him tense and suck in a large breath. Still smiling, she bounced out of the room and up the stairs, leaving Andy to collect the £360 she had left on the side.

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The next day, Lizzie dressed in her best office attire. She had a fitted white shirt that hugged her breasts and revealed just a hint of cleavage and a soft, grey pencil skirt that clung to her shapely bum. Her long, blonde hair was clipped up in a claw clip and she had added eyeliner, mascara and her signature red lipstick before slipping into a pair of black heels and grabbing her simple, black handbag. Andy was already waiting by the front door when she came down the stairs, and when he looked up at her she could have sworn she saw lust in his gaze. She squeezed past him in the hallway to go to the kitchen and grab some fruit for her breakfast, greeting a bleary-eyed Melissa who sat tiredly at the kitchen table nursing a steaming coffee mug. Melissa's reply was closer to a grunt of acknowledgement, as her eyes remained fixed on the coffee and Lizzie recognised that the woman had not long been awake, so did not take offense to the greeting.

Heading back out of the kitchen, she met Andy by the front door and gave him her most grateful smile.

"I'm ready. Thank you again for this! You're an absolute lifesaver." She said warmly, noticing that today he was wearing a white button-up shirt and navy-blue tie, indicating that he would be based in the office today rather than on site.

"No problem" he replied gruffly, seemingly unsure about how to process the gratitude being directed at him by the young woman. He cleared his throat awkwardly and unlocked the front door "Let's go. Bye Mel!" he called out to his wife.

"Bye!" A tired reply sounded from the kitchen and the pair exited the house and made their way to Andy's work van. Ever the gentleman, he opened the passenger side door for her and helped her to climb in, hands grazing gently over her hips as he helped her up. She tried to ignore the way her nipples hardened at the feel of his hands on her and crossed her legs to try and absorb as much of the sudden dampness between her thighs with her lacy thong as she could.

He closed the door behind her and made his way round to the driver's side, hopping in next to her. His eyes raked over her crossed legs before he hurriedly looked away and focused on getting them to the office.

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"Okay, so here's your desk for the next couple of days -- we have a stack of purchase order forms that need to be submitted to the suppliers over there. Just look for the name of the supplier in the directory, scan in the form and attach it to an email for them and send. Got it?" Andy leaned against a wooden desk in the office, gesturing to a chair and computer.

Lizzie looked around the small room -- there was a desk, a chair, a computer and a small waiting area with a 2 seater sofa outside another door which held Andy's name. The entrance door was between the sofa and her desk and there was a small kitchenette to the rear of the room. One last door with a toilet symbol on it indicated the w/c. It seemed as though she would be working alone!

"Our usual secretary, Sheila, would do this normally but she's off with covid at the moment and there's only so much I can do on top of my other duties." Andy added "So it's actually great timing for both of us -- I need the help and you need the money!"

She smiled back at him, setting her things down by the desk "Thank goodness for that then!"

He stood and nodded, before turning towards his office "If you need anything, I'll be in here -- if the phone rings, just take a message if possible unless it's Melissa. If it's Mel, transfer her straight through using the transfer button and then press '1'"

"Sure thing... boss" she winked at him and he chuckled, before heading into his office and leaving the door ajar so he could hear her if she needed help.

The morning passed quickly and by lunchtime she had taken several messages, sent off about a third of the purchase orders and was about to eat her banana when the phone rang again.

"Good afternoon, Miller Construction, how may I help you?" she answered smoothly, setting the fruit down on the desk and picking up a pen in anticipation.

"Lizzie? It's Mel! How are things going? Hope Andy isn't being too much of a slavedriver!" the familiar voice drifted through the phone and Lizzie chuckled amusedly.

"Oh, hi Mel! It's not too bad actually -- lots of purchase order forms to send off but I'm in a good flow with them now. Are you after Andy?"

"Yes, is he around?"

"Absolutely, let me transfer you real quick. See you later!"

"You too Lizzie, thanks!"

Lizzie put the call on hold, pressed transfer and then 1 and the phone rang in Andy's office.

"Andy, it's Mel for you!" Lizzie called, letting him know who was on the other end.

"Ah, thanks Lizzie!" he called back and she heard him answer the phone to his wife.

Lizzie grabbed her banana and her phone and moved to the sofa to eat her snack and take a short break from the computer. As she sat there, scrolling through her phone and peeling the banana, she was unaware of Andy's gaze on her. Moving from the desk to the sofa had put her directly in his line of sight through the slightly ajar door, and he watched as she alternated wrapping her pillowy lips around the banana and chewing idly on her lip as she focused on the small screen in front of her. He hummed an acknowledgement down the phone to his wife to make her think he was still listening as he watched his young lodger and could not help but imagine her wrapping her lips around something more local to him. He felt his cock stirring in his trousers and he reached down to adjust it as his wife continued rambling on about something to do with her class that morning, inputting the occasional "hmm" and "ahh" to make it appear that he was listening.

He watched as Lizzie set the banana peel on the arm of the sofa, only to accidentally knock it to the floor with her elbow. She set her phone to one side and crawled up onto the sofa on her knees, leaning over the arm to pick up the fruit peel. He was treated to an unobstructed view of the university student's ass wriggling as she bent over, and almost unconsciously his hand drifted back to his cock to give it a squeeze as he imagined cupping her ass with his hands and squeezing the soft flesh in his palms. He shifted his palm against the bulge of his erection, almost bucking his hips against the feeling.

"Babe? Have I lost you?" Melissa's voice asked in his ear and he jolted his hand away as if he had been scalded.

"S-sorry babe, an email came in from a client and I got distracted for a moment!" he hurriedly answered, hoping that she wouldn't somehow know he had been seconds away from taking his cock out and stroking it to the view of their hot, young lodger bent over the arm of a sofa.

"Ahh, I'm sorry! You're busy, I shouldn't be talking your ear off!" Mel apologised "I need to get back anyway -- I have photocopying to do before my next class starts. I just wanted to check in with you. I'll see you tonight babe -- I love you!"

"Love you too" he mumbled back, before hanging the phone up and raking his hands ashamedly through his hair. He had a loving wife who had a heart kinder than anyone else he'd ever known, how could he be such a scummy bastard to even consider wanking himself off to another woman? He shook himself in annoyance and stood to close the door fully.

Lizzie looked up as the door clicked, entirely unaware of what had just elapsed for Andy. Glancing at her watch, she stood and returned to the desk, dropping her banana peel into the bin on the way before spending the afternoon engaged in more purchase orders.

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The phone didn't ring again until 3.30PM - Lizzie answered the same way again and was surprised to hear a slightly frantic Mel on the other end of the phone.

"Lizzie? It's Mel. I don't have time to talk to Andy, but could you please let him know I'm going to be late home today? We've had a call from OFSTED today and we need to stay late to devise an action plan."

"Oh no! Of course, Mel, I'll let him know! I'm sure he'll understand." Lizzie replied soothingly.

"Thank you, Lizzie, you're a star. Tell Andy to get you both a takeaway tonight -- it's unlikely I'll be home for dinner. I'll see you later!"

"Bye Mel!" Lizzie replied, hanging up. Smoothing her skirt, she stood and made her way over to the door of Andy's office and knocked.

"Come in!" The gruff voice of her landlord/temporary boss called out.

Twisting the handle, she pushed open the door and found him hunched over at his desk making hurried notes on a file. He didn't look up as she entered.

"Hi Andy, I have a message for you from Mel."

"Mel? I thought I asked you to put her straight through?" He frowned, finally setting down his pen and looking up at her.

"She said she didn't have time to talk, she just wanted me to let you know that she won't be home until late because they've had the OFSTED call and she needs to plan with the team." Lizzie blurted, not wanting him to be displeased with her.

"Ah, ok. That makes sense." He shifted in his seat, not meeting her eyes "Anything else?"

"She said we should get a takeaway tonight as she's not going to be home for dinner." She watched as he gripped the edge of the table, almost as if in frustration, and took in a deep breath through his nose -- he seemed upset.

"Actually, I probably won't be done here for a while. You might want to get a taxi home." He said, staring fixedly at the desk. "I'll give you the money. Sorry."

"Oh no, it's alright -- I'm not actually hungry and I'm nearly done with the first stack of orders. If I stay a bit longer then I'll definitely get them all finished by end of day tomorrow and you'll be in a good place for when Sheila comes back!" She interjected hurriedly, not wanting him to be alone when he was clearly stressed. "Plus, no offence Andy, but you seem stressed. If I can get this work done, that's at least one thing you don't have to worry about!"

He finally looked up at her, taking in the consideration in her eyes and gave her a soft smile, ashamed of his awkward sexual thoughts about her earlier "Thanks Lizzie, that's great of you. Tell you what, I'll finish up this email and then I'll go grab us some food from the Chinese round the corner -- you might not feel hungry, but you need to keep your strength up if you're going to keep at those purchase orders."

She nodded and grinned, glad that he had relaxed a little. As she turned to leave, she accidentally dropped a pad of post-its to the floor and bent down to pick them up. She heard a muffled grunt from behind her, and peered backwards over her shoulder at Andy, who quickly looked away and suddenly seemed very interested in the email he was reading. A cursory glance under his desk showed her a large bulge forming between his legs and she bit her lip, feeling her wetness (which had barely been contained by her thong earlier) begin to drip down her thighs.

At that moment, she completely forgot Melissa existed and her mind was filled with images of what might be hiding inside those suit trousers and how it would feel to wrap her mouth around it. Silently, she vowed to find out.

Standing slowly and pushing out her ass as she did, she left the room, adding some extra wiggle into her walk as she did, and she heard a rushed exhalation of breath from behind her. She didn't close the door at all on her way out, leaving it wide open so he would be able to see her if he looked up. She sashayed over to the desk, bending over it exaggeratedly to set the post-its back down and when she did finally return to her seat, she made sure to hike her skirt up a little, revealing an expanse of smooth, toned thigh that had previously not been visible.

If she had glanced over, she would have seen Andy staring at her, his hand cupping and squeezing his cock again as all thoughts of his loyal wife left his mind and all he pictured was plunging his length into Lizzie's hot young pussy and making her scream his name.

She sighed prettily and pretended to fidget, uncrossing and recrossing her legs, changing the angle of her chair and acting as though she was uncomfortable. Standing again, she bent down to inspect the chair more closely, presenting him with the view of her ass as she kept her legs straight and bent at the waist to get a closer look. Subtly, she raised her skirt a little more, until the hem sat just below the luscious globes of her ass cheeks and she pretended to be really invested in checking over the chair for the source of her discomfort.

Andy, however, had given in and unzipped his trousers, gripping his large erection in his hand as he watched her show and longing for the skirt to ride up enough to give him a view of her underwear. He stroked up and down as he watched the sexy student examining the chair closely and imagined himself standing behind her, thrusting against her.

"Andy? Can I borrow you for a minute?" She called, still bent at the waist.

He reluctantly stopped jacking himself and tucked his erection back into his waistband, zipping back up. "Sure, what's up?"

"I'm having a problem with my chair, would you mind taking a look for me?" She asked, peeking back at him over her shoulder. He tried not to moan out loud as he imagined her looking back at him as he thrust inside her and instead shook himself, heading out to help her.

"What seems to be the problem?" He asked, as he reached the space beside her.

"I'm not sure, it just doesn't seem comfortable when I sit on it -- would you mind trying it and just seeing if I'm imagining it or not?" she asked innocently.

"Uh, sure." He replied, moving past her to sit in the chair. He positioned his hand in a way that he hoped disguised the massive erection he was now sporting and settled himself against the soft leather. "It seems fi-"

Before he could finish his sentence, she had hiked her skirt up around her waist and straddled him, rubbing herself against the hard bulge in his trousers. His eyes rolled back as he felt the heat from her pussy against his hardness and he gripped her thighs out of instinct.

"Wha-what are you doing?" He finally managed to stammer out, his fingers digging into the flesh of her thighs and hers wrapping around his tie to tug him towards her.

"What we both want." she whispered hornily, dragging his face towards hers. With a moan, she pressed her lips against his as she ground her hips down and he groaned with pleasure as his tongue sought entry into her mouth. She granted access and tangled her tongue with his, pressing her breasts against his chest as she dry humped his cock through their clothes.

"F-fuck" he gasped as they broke away for air "We shouldn't be doing this. I'm married for fuck's sake!"

"Mel never needs to know. We'll just get it out of our systems and then everything will be fine again. We can go back to normal." She murmured into his ear before pressing her lips to the lobe and gently nipping it.

He couldn't think straight with her on him like this. If he could, he would have thought more of Mel and been able to control himself, but as Lizzie bit down on his ear lobe he let out a ragged groan and slid his hands up to hold her ass, bucking his hips against hers so she could feel the length of his cock pressing against her slit. He slid his hands up over her ass, up her waist and to the front of her shirt, where he gripped both sides of it and ripped it apart, desperate to bury his face in them. She let out an excited squeal at his show of strength and he felt her slip the ragged remains of her shirt off her arms and reached behind her to unclasp her bra. She practically ripped the lacy creation from her body and his cock somehow grew harder as he was faced with two luscious mounds of breast with pink, hard nipples on each peak.

"Fuck, your tits are incredible!" He hissed, taking one of her nipples into his mouth and sucking on the hardened nub.

Her hands tangled in his hair, pulling lightly to show her eagerness and he began alternating between sucking, kissing and gently nipping her buds as they ground their hips together.

"God, that feels so fucking good!" she gasped, rolling her hips against his. "Fuck, don't stop!"

He obliged her, continuing his mouth assault on her breasts and she moaned sexily, her body tensing and shuddering a little with waves of her impending orgasm rolling over her.

Sensing that she was close, one his hands slipped up her inner thigh to the scrap of soaking wet lace that covered her pussy. As he sucked and licked at her breasts, his fingers traced lazy, teasing circles across her lace-clad clitoris and he heard her hiss and cry for more.

Releasing her nipple from his mouth with a wet pop, he pressed hard on her clit and growled into her ear "Cum for me Lizzie!"

With a keening cry, she obliged, the waves of pleasure cresting over her as her body jolted and shuddered under his ministrations. He felt the flood of wetness on his hand as she rode out her orgasm, making unintelligible noises of enjoyment. As her shudders slowed, he pushed the lace to one side, teasing and stroking her pussy until she was gasping in anticipation again.

Her hands slid from his hair, down his chest and to his trousers, where she deftly undid the button on unzipped him, taking him in her hand through his black boxers, which were now damp with precum. Her grip on him made him grunt in pleasure, as she slowly jacked him through his boxers, matching the torturously slow speed he was delivering to her clit.

"Take it out." He whispered desperately, thrusting against her hand.

She stopped completely, making him groan in frustration as she pushed away his hand and stood up. He looked up at her, panicked that she was stopping and ready to promise her anything to continue it.

She smiled sexily, reaching down to unzip her skirt, and slowly slid the skirt and the lace thong down her hips, leaving her completely bare before him apart from the high heels she had donned that morning. He was about to reach for her, when her hands went to the front of his shirt and slowly, laboriously, began undoing it button by button. As the buttons undid, she slid the shirt apart, kissing the firm, muscled flesh that appeared as she did. One of his hands unconsciously went to her hair, tangling in the soft, blonde locks as he released the claw clip, allowing the waves to tumble down over her shoulders. He tossed the clip onto the desk as she slipped the shirt from his body, throwing it carelessly to the side.

"Stand up" she whispered, trailing the fingers of her left hand over his bare chest and stomach. He noticed her right-hand drift between her own thighs, and he stood immediately, desperate to touch her again.

Both of her hands went softly to the waistband of his trousers and boxers, and she tilted her head up to his, capturing his lips in a teasing kiss as she slipped the material down over his hips, freeing his hardened cock. The enlarged appendage sprung up between them, slapping gently against his stomach and once the trousers and boxers had slid to the floor, he stepped out of them and her hands pushed him back into the chair.

Without words, she released him from the kiss and looked down at his cock. Her eyes widened as she took in its' size, and she bit her lip hungrily as she once again met his darkened gaze. Without words, she pushed his knees apart and dropped to her knees between them, licking her lips as she reached eye-level with his cock.

"Fuck, it's so big." she whispered, trailing her hand up his thigh and towards it.

"Yessss..." he hissed, as her soft hand wrapped around the shaft. She gripped it just right, squeezing him as she started jacking her hand up and down slowly. "Fuck, Lizzie, yes"

"Is it so hard because of me?" She asked, gazing up at him as she moved her hand rhythmically up and down.

"Shit, yes. All because of you." He groaned, eyes closed in pleasure.

She stopped moving her hand and he looked down at her in askance.

"Don't close your eyes. I want you to watch me while I do this. I want you to remember every second of this." She said, using her other hand to tweak at her own nipple.

He acquiesced and watched as her hand wrapped back around the shaft and she leaned her face closer to the tip. He almost shot his load early when she wrapped her soft lips around the head and started sucking -- the sight of the young, sexy woman on her knees with his cock in her mouth was almost enough to send him over the edge, but his desperation for this not to be over won out and he maintained his calm as she bobbed and sucked on him.

Lizzie couldn't believe how big Andy's cock was. Her lips stretched over his head, wider than she had ever had to stretch to take a man's cock into her mouth. She eyes the shaft that she was jacking with her hand and tried to estimate how much of it she would be able to fit into her throat. Her free hand was between her own legs, rubbing at her clit and making her moan onto his cock. The vibration from her voice was clearly affecting Andy, as he gasped and bucked whenever she did it, but he kept his word, and his eyes never left her. She felt confident that the next time his wife sucked his cock, all he would be able to think about would be Lizzie, as he seemed to burn the memory into his brain.

Andy reached up his left hand and tangled it in Lizzie's hair, the glint of his wedding ring catching in the light as he helped the young woman take more of his large cock. Melissa did not even cross his mind though, as his attention was entirely on the blonde on her knees for him. He had never seen a sight so fucking sexy as watching her bob her head and jerk her hand up his shaft. Suddenly, he watched as she gave a determined murmur that he felt through his cock, and she relaxed her throat to take more of him in. She was halfway down the shaft when she gagged, sliding back off him with her eyes watering, but seconds later she did it again and soon she was fucking him with her throat. Her hand still wrapped around the base of his dick, jerking it as she sucked and with the hand tangled in her hair, he held her in place as he bucked his hips up, fucking her mouth. She moaned and gagged, eyes watering, but he did not stop. He sped his thrusts and watched as her hand that was buried between her thighs sped up to match, rubbing furiously at her own clit and her eyes almost rolled back in pleasure. She looked like a fuck doll and his grunts became more feral and wild as he used her.

"MMM MMM MMM" she screamed onto his cock as her body started shuddering again, the orgasm taking hold as she choked on his cock. He gripped her head with both hands, speeding up and using her roughly as he chased his own release.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck..." he almost chanted as his hips pistoned, her mouth and throat now taking 2/3 of his cock. Her eyes re-opened after her orgasm and she made eye contact with him as he fucked her mouth. It was enough to send him over the edge and he felt the jets of cum shooting down her throat as he came shouting. He had never cum that hard before and the feeling of release was so intense that he came close to losing consciousness for a moment or two. As the cum stopped shooting from his cock, he released her head and she slipped him from her mouth and throat with a wet pop, swallowing every drop of the cum he'd just pumped into her.

"Fuck... fuck..." he panted, his heart pounding in his chest as he watched the 20-something blonde on her knees in front of him. Her makeup was smudged, her hair was tangled from his rough fingers and her eyes were hazy with post-orgasmic bliss but still she looked hungry for more.

"Mmmm I love how your cum tastes." she moaned, licking her lips sexily.

Somehow, his cock twitched, blood beginning to redirect back to it. He'd never had that happen before -- usually with Melissa, he would fuck her until they both came and then go to sleep. A second round had never been an option for either of them, yet somehow this hot little blonde was bringing his cock back to life for another go.

Slowly, Lizzie kissed up his thighs, lingering over his balls and shaft and pressing gentle, wet kisses to them before trailing up his stomach and chest. When she reached his neck, she nipped and licked his collarbone, where it wouldn't show under the collar of his shirts until she had left a small mark. His hands had crept back to her breasts as she moved up his body and when she reached his neck, he dropped them to the back of her thighs, hoisting her onto his lap and lowering her still-soaked pussy to his slowly awakening cock.

"Mmm, do you want to fuck me Andy?" she whispered in his ear, slowly rubbing her slit against his shaft.

"Fuck yes. I want to be inside you." He answered instantly, rolling his hips against hers. His cock began to stiffen again, not quite hard enough yet to plunge inside her, but hard enough to show interest.

"You want to fuck me with your bare cock?" She moaned dirtily "You want to plunge your bare, married cock inside this tight little cunt?"

"Over and fucking over until you're screaming my name" He growled, gripping her hips hard.

"Mmmm, are you going to cum inside me?" she asked, reaching her hands up to play with her tits as he rubbed his cock against her. "Are you going to fill me with your cum? I want your cum to be running down my thighs when your wife gets home from work."

"I'm going to fill you with all of my fucking cum, slut." He grunted, cock nearly fully hardened again as he imagined burying it inside her over and over again.

"Good, because I want it. I'm a dirty little slut and I want your big, married cock inside me so I can fuck you better than your wife has ever done." She moaned again, squeezing her tits together as the tip of his cock rubbed against her clit. "I want you to give it to me hard, Andy. Be rough with me."

At that, his cock stood fully to attention and with one sudden move, he notched his cock at her entrance and thrust it inside of her. Both of them moaned as her tight pussy stretched to accommodate his thick cock, and he pulled back out to the tip again before plunging himself inside her hard. This time, the entire length went inside her, her walls being forced to adjust to him as she cried out in pain at the intrusion. He held himself there, balls deep in the girl who paid him and his wife to live in their house. He gazed at her hardened nipples, at the pretty flush on her face and chest from the exertion of taking him and finally looked down at where they were joined. Without warning, he cupped her ass and stood, carrying her to his office. He wanted to fuck her over his desk like the filthy slut she was, and she gasped as the movement jostled him inside her, rubbing his cock against her walls.

With one hand, he pushed aside all of the paperwork on the desk, leaving only the framed wedding photo of him and Melissa as he deposited Lizzie on her feet in front of him. With a groan, he pulled his cock out of her cunt and turned her around so she faced the picture. With no prompting she bent at the waist, leaning her elbows against the desk as she became eye-level with the photo. He reached his hand down to guide himself back inside her and both of them hissed in pleasure as he re-entered her, this time deeper due to the changed angle. He gripped her hips tightly, leaving finger marks on the soft flesh that would definitely bruise and with a grunt, he pulled out to the tip and slammed back in, making both of them cry out with intense pleasure.

Lizzie had never been fucked like this before. It was dirty, it was sweaty, it was wrong but fuck, it was so good. She looked at the picture of Andy and Melissa in their wedding clothes, having just promised each other to love and be faithful and the fact that the man from the photo was currently buried to the hilt in her cunt made her wetter than ever. He fucked her hard, rough, muttering filthy things in her ear as he pounded into her and she just kept looking at the photo, allowing the taboo of it all to make her hornier than she had ever been before in her life.

Andy couldn't believe it. Lizzie's cunt was hotter and tighter than he had ever had before and he couldn't believe she was letting him fuck her like this, in this dirty, taboo way. His eyes met the gaze of photo Melissa and instead of the guilt he had anticipated, he just pounded Lizzie harder, her tits jiggling in the reflection of his computer with every thrust.

"Mmm I'm sorry Mel, I know I promised to be faithful to you but this pussy is just so fucking good." He panted. At the sound of his words, Lizzie moaned in pleasure, letting his filthy talk wash over her. "I want to fuck it again. I'm going to keep fucking it. It's so much better than yours babe, I'm sorry."

"Oh fuck!" Lizzie hissed, thrusting back against him as he apologised to the photo of his wife for being inside her "Mmm, you're going to keep fucking me?"

"Yes!" he grunted back, increasing his pace as the sound of their flesh slapping together filled the room. "I'm going to fuck you all over the house. I want to fuck you when she's in the house."

"Uh, god yes!" Lizzie gasped. "What if she caught you inside me?"

"I wouldn't stop. I'd keep fucking you til I came. She could watch, but nothing will make me stop fucking this tight little cunt." He replied, reaching a hand down to slap her clit. She jolted at the mix of pain and pleasure, their juices now coating her thighs.

"Fuuuuck" she keened, lost to the pleasure of his thrusts. She almost cried out when he suddenly pulled out of her, but when he turned her and lifted her leg onto his shoulder, she almost screamed at the intensity of the new angle his cock was hitting inside her.

"Cum for me Lizzie. Cum on my married fucking cock." He grunted, fucking her as hard and fast as he could.

"SHIT. FUCK. I'M CUMMING. ANDY, I'M CUMMING!" she screamed, her pussy clenching down on his big dick and he felt his balls start to tighten at the sensation.

"CUM FOR ME SLUT" He roared, gripping and pulling her hair as he rammed his cock in and out of her. "CUM SO I CAN FILL YOU WITH MY CUM!"

Lizzie let out an unintelligible scream as her body was wracked with the most intense orgasm of her life. Every muscle shook and trembled as the waves of pleasure kept coming. It felt as though she was cumming for hours, but she knew it could only have been seconds, as the man inside her gripped her thigh and fucked her for all he was worth. With one last roar of ecstasy, he buried himself inside her and she felt his cum painting the inner walls of her cunt. His cock kept pulsing over and over, filling her to the brim with his white, sticky jizz. She felt it trickle out of her as he shot one last load inside her and then he collapsed backwards into his office chair, slipping out of her and leaving a trail of cum to trickle from her cunt. Her leg dropped without him there to hold it up and she lay back, panting on his desk, her tits heaving as she tried to catch her breath.

"Fuck. Lizzie, fuck." She heard him gasp as he tried to inhale deep lungfuls of air. "That was so fucking good."

After a few moments, she propped herself up on her elbows so she could see him and found him staring fixedly at the stream of cum that was dripping from her cunt. With two fingers, she scooped it up, pressing as much back inside her as she could and then licking her fingers.

"Oh god, if my cock could go again that would make me fuck that cum into you." He panted, eyes wide at her actions.

"Mmm, I wish you would. I've never been so full of a cock or of cum before. Feels so fucking naughty."

"Mmm, you are naughty." He grinned lazily, standing and bending to kiss her filthily, his tongue clashing with hers as she smashed her breasts against his hard, muscled chest.

The phone rang suddenly, startling them apart and with a wicked grin, Andy pulled away and picked up the receiver. "Hello?"

"Andy? Why are you answering the phone? Where's Lizzie?" His wife's confused voice came through the receiver and although he would have expected guilt or anxiety, all he felt was contentedness, as he dipped his fingers into the cum pooling between Lizzie's thighs and began using them to finger fuck the cum into her gently.

"Ahh, Lizzie's just in the bathroom. She'll cum back soon." He answered smoothly, plunging his fingers into her on the word 'cum'. She quickly covered her mouth with her hand to stifle the moan of pleasure. "Is everything alright Mel? I heard OFSTED have given you the call."

"Yeah babe, I'm sorry, I won't be home until like 10 tonight. We've got so much planning to do! I just wanted to check in and make sure you were both eating and weren't working too hard."

"Oh, don't worry about us, Lizzie ate something big earlier, and I'll eat something when we get home. We're working hard, but we'll head home soon." He replied, adding a third finger to Lizzie's cunt as he spoke. The sound of her wetness combined with his cum made a squelching noise as he fucked her with his fingers, thumb gently resting on but not rubbing (yet) her clit.

"Oh good, I'm glad you're both doing alright. How has it been, having Lizzie there?"

"Honestly, it's been fantastic. Lizzie works hard and she has taken everything I've given her and finished. Sheila's thinking of retiring soon, so perhaps I'll see if Lizzie wants to take on the role instead of her waitressing job." He winked at Lizzie and she bit her lip, rolling her eyes back in pleasure as she pictured him fucking her every day at work. His fingers curled upwards towards her g-spot and she had to muffle her cry of ecstasy at his touch. She watched as he sandwiched the phone receiver between his shoulder and ear and with his now free hand, he reached up to pull and tweak her nipples.

"That's a great idea -- I know she needs the money and that bar job just hasn't been giving her the shifts lately. Do you think she'll take you up on it?"

"Oh definitely, I think she'll take it. She seems to have enjoyed the work today and it's like she was made to take this... job" the micro-pause went unnoticed by Melissa, but the eye contact he gave Lizzie made it clear that he was not talking about the job as he increased the speed of his fingers and added pressure to her clit. She bit down on her hand as another orgasm approached, his fingers reaching all the right places and the pressure on her clit and nipples equalling out and sending her towards the edge. She didn't think she had any more orgasms to give after the intense session of fucking, but somehow her landlord/boss was dragging another out of her as he chatted nonchalantly to his wife on the phone.

"Well, that's great, glad to hear it!" Melissa replied, then a pause before "Sorry babe, I have to go, our break is over."

"No problem, babe, our break is over too -- we have a little more work to do here. See you at home later." He began pinching and pressing at her clitoris and Lizzie began shaking as the orgasm came close to its crest.

"I love you!"

"Love you too!" he replied, before hanging up the phone and ripped Lizzie's hand away from her mouth so she would no longer muffle her cries. "Cum for me slut. Cum again and scream my fucking name."

"OH FUCK, ANDY!" she screamed, as the shuddering waves of ecstasy washed over her again as he rubbed her clit through the orgasm. "ANDY! ANDY! ANDY!"

"Another!" he growled as she started to come down from it, continuing his assault on her clit and send her through into another bone-melting orgasm.

"OH OH PLEASE NO OH GOD!" she screamed, as another wave overtook her, her mind completely addled as the mixture of oversensitivity and agonising pleasure swarmed her senses.

"Yes!" he hissed, now finger fucking her with all he had as the other hand rubbed at her clit "One more, give me one more baby and I'll stop!"

Sobbing now, Lizzie felt her body heading towards the one more orgasm he had asked for. It hurt but oh god did it feel good!

"Cum. For. Me." He grunted into her ear, his tone forceful and commanding.

"AHHHHHHHHHHH!" she bellowed, as her body obeyed his words. As the orgasm took over, she lost herself to the bliss, unaware of the jet of liquid that had just shot out of her.

"Oh fuck, you're a squirter." He groaned "That's so fucking hot!"

Bonelessly, Lizzie fell backwards onto the desk, she had no more strength to keep her eyes open and the last thing she saw before she passed out was Andy's face looking down at her with pride and awe.

"Rest, baby. I'll take you home." He whispered, pressing a kiss to her forehead.