Emma Pays the Rent

Emma Pays the Rent (with her ass)

"Honey, I'm just going to see the Parkside tenant about her over due rent. Do you want to come along?"

"No, I have stuff to do. You handle it."

"OK. See you later. Hopefully it wont take too long."

I noticed earlier today that the tenant in the little one room flat that we own has been paying her rent at odd times and has missed a few weeks over the last few months. I'd tried to call her but got no answer and she hasn't answered her emails either, so I'd decided to swing past the flat and talk to her. Home was on the way so I called in to see if my wife Katie wanted to come along. For solidarity.

She didn't. She never does, always leaves this kind of stuff to me.

I headed back out to the car and got in, feeling a little annoyed that she never takes an interest in our investments. The engine rumbled to life as I pressed the start button. Not wanting to get a speeding ticket I took it easy on the drive over. Fifteen minutes later I was pulling into Parkside Rd and pulling up outside the flat. Maybe I'd head out of town on the weekend and take on some of the hill roads. Have some fun.

I walk down the drive, past the other flats in the block. We don't own those ones but it's a quiet dream to buy them one day. Like collecting a set of the same colour in Monopoly. I like to image they are the orange or red ones, opposite the Go square. Not the most expensive but not too cheap either. Just wait for the other players to land on the spaces and collect the rent. But the last flat, our one, well, the player has landed on it and somehow missed paying for a months rent.

I have a look at the little garden in front as I approach the door. It's hard to tell in the fading evening light but it seems to be getting overgrown with weeds and, is that some rubbish in there? I guess that's another job I'll have to take care of some time.

A late model VW Beetle is parked in the space belonging to the flat. Has the tenant bought a new car? Got visitors? Sub-let to someone else, while she swans off on holiday? That might explain the lack of communication.

I knock on the door. Four solid, no nonsense raps.

I can hear a bit of bumping around and muffled noises from inside before the door cracks open on the chain and a pretty eye appears. Long lashes and eye liner, precisely applied, a smoky eye-shadow which brings out the bright blue colour. Her eye-line is straight at my chest as she's fairly short, even in heels. The eye swivels up and she squeaks, "oh, Mr. Harris."

"Hello Miss Walker, how are you?" I say, trying to sound non-threatening. "Can I come in, I need to talk to you." Not really a question.

"Sure, um..." The door closes and I hear the chain slide back. Then it opens again and she steps back to let me in. Has she just come back from work or have I caught her just before going for a night out?

"I hope I'm not disturbing you?" I ask, as I note that she seems to be dressed up and made up.

She's very pretty, if you like chubbier girls, with a refined sense of style. She's wearing a white silk blouse which looks soft, smooth and expensive. The cut is flattering to her curvy figure, hugging her ample bust -her lacy bra hinting through the sheer silk- and taken in at the waist to accentuate the hourglass curve above her broad hips. Her skirt is grey, business like but ending above the knee, with black panels at the sides, probably meant to make her hips looks narrower. It doesn't work. Her pale legs are covering in dark hose and she's wearing a pair of black leather heels which bring her up to her current 5 foot 7.

But my eyes are quickly drawn back to her face, her eyes, her flawless make up enhancing her features and drawing my gaze. Besides the smoky lids bringing out her glittering blue eyes, a warm hint of blush in her cheeks and a pair of glossy, wet looking, pink lips give a cherubic look to her round face. Made even cuter by artfully shaped brows and the frame of shining blonde hair, falling in long lazy curls to her shoulders.

I snap myself out of the daze her looks have put me in. I'm here for business, not to admire her talent for applying make up. And I don't want her to think I'm staring...

"No, I'm going out later tonight and I was just getting ready," the next question 'how do I look' remains on her lips, unasked. "Have a seat. Would you like a drink?" She gestures towards the sofa on the other side of the cosy living room and closes the door behind me.

I look at the sofa, strewn with discarded clothes, shopping bags and magazines, then back to her as she realises there's nowhere for me to sit. An open bottle of pinot gris and a half empty glass with a straw in it sit amongst more shopping bags on the small dining table, shoe boxes are scattered on the floor. Is this why she's missed rent? Too busy shopping.

Beyond the dining table is a small kitchen and beside that a bathroom, opposite both and behind the living room is the only bedroom. I remember the layout of the flat from when we bought it. But I wonder how much other clutter and shopping is scattering in the other rooms. Emma's housekeeping certainly doesn't live up to the same standard of presentation she treats herself to.

"Oh, I'm so sorry, I'll clear a space for you..." She quickly crosses to the sofa and bends over, trying to scoop the entire contents up into her arms at once. I can't keep myself from checking out her broad ass as she does so. The tight skirt hugs the curve under her round ass cheeks and the way her hips tilt and sway as she walks is quite pleasing to watch. Riding up the back of her legs as she bends over, struggling to gather all of her possessions from the sofa, a slit in the back of the skirt reveals a lacy band around the top of her hose. She's wearing stockings I realise. I feel a hint of arousal as I follow the seam down the back of her legs with my eyes. Her calves are gracefully curved for such a voluptuous girl and taper nicely into slender ankles, the shape further improved by the lift provided by her tall heels.

She stands, arms overflowing and turns to glance at me. She looks slightly embarrassed, I smile in what I hope is a kind way, to try to ease her discomfort. She turns quickly and totters through the door in the corner, into the bedroom. Again I enjoy the movement of her ass, watching as first one, then the other of her ample butt cheeks lifts, swings, then drops with each of her steps. I don't really like bigger girls. Slim, athletic, even muscular and lean, tall and long legged with perky tits is what I like but this girl, this Miss Emma Walker, with her immaculate wardrobe, make up and hair is really having an effect on me and a rush of blood plumps up my cock despite my usual preferences.

"I'm sorry but I tried to call," I say, as she returns to the lounge, apparently having dumped the pile on her bed as she hasn't been gone long enough to have put anything away.

"Oh, I lost my phone," she bares her teeth in a nervous grin and scrunches her eyebrows up and together in a cute 'please forgive me' puppy dog face. "I got a new one though," she says hopefully, sitting on one end of the now nearly cleared sofa.

"Did you give me the number? I also emailed you..." I feel only half as stern as the look I give her.

"I... I'm sorry, I've been really busy recently," she pouts trying to look innocent but I notice her furtive glance at the table, and the shopping bags on it. The pout is very cute but I have to sort out the rent payments.

I go to the sofa and gently sit down next to her. I try to leave space between us, so she doesn't feel like I'm crowding into her personal space but it's a two seat sofa and there is not much space available to leave.

"Never mind, we can sort that out later. The reason I was trying to contact you is because I've noticed that your rent has been paid irregularly and you seem to have missed some payments."

"What!?" She seems genuinely surprised and the 'O' she makes with her mouth sends a rogue sexual thought through my mind, "that can't be right, I set up an automatic payment."

"It is I'm afraid. Look, I can show you the statement and the calendar showing the payments which have been missed on my phone," I explain, reaching into my pocket to produce the phone. I call up the images and show them to her. She flicks back and forwards between them, trying to come up with an explanation that would make then wrong.

"But I paid it, it's automatic..." she is beginning to look distressed.

"What happens if there's not enough money in your account?" I ask softly. I want to reach out and squeeze her shoulder but I don't think it would be appropriate.

"I have the money!" She declares, standing suddenly and going to the table. She grabs what looks like a designer leather handbag, nearly knocking over the wine glass and fishes out her phone, a new Galaxy. Tapping away at the screen for a few moments she stares intently into the phone then slowly scrolls the screen down. I watch her face as she reads her account, lips pursed and brow wrinkled in a frown of annoyance. I watch her expression change to surprise, worry and guilt as she sees the account messages saying her rent payments have bounced from lack of funds, the purchases for dresses and make up, the realisation that she's failed to manage her money in the most fundamental way. She slowly looks up, around at the shopping bags on the table and then turns around to me, the blood flooding her checks outshining the blusher so carefully applied earlier.

I stand up and look down into those pretty blue eyes then wave my arm at the table, "maybe you could take some of these things back to the shop?"

"What?! No, that's my stuff," she growls angrily.

That annoys me. "You've got to pay for the basics before you get stuff like this," I say, gesturing again. That should be obvious, surely she realises that?

"I'm not taking it back!" She declares defiantly before turning back to the sofa and plomping down on it, sticking her bottom lip out like a sulking child.

"Oh, come on! If you don't pay your rent I'll..." have to evict you, I am getting angry myself now. Stupid girl, she should know she can't keep behaving like this. Without realising, I've taken a step towards her as I said this, I'm now standing over her, hands on hips, like an angry father about to discipline his misbehaving daughter. She seems suddenly tiny as she looks up at me, maybe feeling the same thing. Worry creeps across her face as she finishes the sentence in her mind. She can't afford to lose her home.

Fiddling with the top button of her blouse and trying to look doe eyed and as cute as she can, she looks up at me and says, "can't we work something out?"

"Huh? You mean like a payment plan?" My anger is diffusing a little as I think she is coming up with a realistic solution, then I notice that the top button of her blouse has come undone.

"No, I mean... maybe we could... you know..." she coyly tilts her head and looks up at me through the corner of her eye, pouting her biggest pout. She's undone another button as she's said this and twitches the blouse collar to open it up and reveal the soft, smooth, pale flesh of her bosom.

From my position standing almost directly above her I can see clearly into her blouse and down her cleavage. Her bra seems to be a type of shelf bra that encloses only the bottom and front of her breasts leaving the top exposed and jiggling as she fidgets nervously waiting to see what I'll do. Those really are some impressive tits! 38 double D, at least.

"What?! You think you can just flash your tits when you have money trouble and it'll go away? You have to be more responsible!" She's really aggravated me now and I can barely contain my anger. "What about that new car?" I say, swinging my arm up at the front door, outside of which her Beetle is parked.

"It's second hand," she almost whines. This is not going her way.

"But, it's got finance, right? You're making payments?"

"Yeah... God, you sound like my father!"

"So what if you miss payments and they come to repossess it? You think they'll just say 'Oh OK, you showed us your tits, you can keep the car'?"

She lowers her eyes for a moment, trying to think of a way out. She realises that her spending has gone out of control and she's hasn't got enough cash left in her accounts to get herself out of the hole. She decides to make one more play at me. Folding her arms under her breasts she squeezes them together with her upper arms and lifts them from below. They rise up like two huge scoops of vanilla ice cream on a plate and I can't help but find the sight arousing. In an attempt to be sensuous, or maybe just slutty, she runs her tongue across her top lip as she looks at me from under heavy lids. Then in a voice meant to be sultry, she says, "this is different though. Wouldn't you like to..."

I cut her off, fuming, "You want to give me a blow job? Fuck me? Want to let me bareback your ass hole for a weeks rent?!" I'm being mean and scathingly sarcastic but she's made me angry. I don't think she has understood my tone though as a thoughtful expression crosses her face, she seems to be thinking it over, as if I've made her a legitimate proposition.

"I don't usually let guys fuck my ass but... are you clean?" She asks, suddenly serious. Looking up at me with her big blue eyes.

"What?" I'm almost speechless. How can she ask something like that, something so personal. Indignant and defensive I reply, "Yes... are you?"

"Yes. I always make a guy wear a condom and I get tested..."

Images of Emma fill my mind. Images of her bringing guys home to her little flat, taking them into the bedroom just behind the sofa and opening herself up to them, fill my mind. I image her unbuttoning her silky blouse and freeing those big breasts from her equally big bra, dropping it to the ground then following it down to suck his cock. I imagine her laying back on the bed, skirt hitched up and legs spread, pulling the man down on top of her as he guides his rubber sheathed cock into her. The images fill my head for only a moment but it is long enough for another rush of blood to further plump up my cock and for her to decide.

"OK then." She agrees.

Now I am speechless. This time the images filling my head are of Emma bent over her couch, skirt pulled high up her broad hips, panties down around her knees. Her hands reaching behind to spread her wide ass checks as she looks back over her shoulder and beckons me. Yes, me! To come and fuck her tight little ass hole. I see myself, naked, erect member in hand approaching her, slowly closing the distance between my cock and her ass, about to press the head of my throbbing manhood against her rear entrance. Then I am snapped back to the present by her hand on my trousers, pressing through the fabric against my thick but still only semi erect penis. My arousal had become obvious through the fabric.

"Looks like you want it," she smiles impishly. "So let's get on with it..." before I lose my nerve, she thinks. "Before I change my mind," she says.

Like a deer in the headlights I can do nothing. I came here to sort out her overdue rent with her, not to cheat on my wife! She takes my motionless silence as tacit consent and with a bounce, moves herself to a position directly in front of me. Her breasts heave upwards and splosh back into her bra as she does so and I feel my cock throb in her hand, an involuntary response to the sight.

Looking up at me through her long curved lashes she raises her other hand and strokes me two handed through my trousers. Still unable to shake myself out of the trance like state I watch helplessly as she takes hold of my belt and deftly unbuckles it. She seems to have had some practice at that. The belt now out of the way, the button and zipper are quickly dealt to as well and she slips her thumbs into my waistband and eases the trousers down to my upper thighs.

The shape of my circumcised cock is clearly visible through the stretchy material of my boxer trunks and she runs the tip of her finger along the ridge of my glans. The sensuous touch further stoking the fire in my loins. Her eyes flick between my face, down to the straining boxers and back up to my face. The corners of her mouth curl upwards in a mischievous smile. "Someone is looking happy to see me."

Hooking her fingertips over the waist band of the trunks she pulls them down, bunching them on top of my trousers. The fabric in the front hanging up on the thick root of my manhood, then suddenly slips down, causing my cock to bounce outwards at her face and hang in front of her like the nose of an anteater, a thin strip of pre-cum hanging from it like the animals tongue. Her eyes form the same round 'O' that her mouth is making and she takes in a small breathy gasp.

"Oh my gosh, Mr. Harris. You're so big.... and thick," she says, almost reverently, as she wraps her hand around my manhood. Her small hands only cover about a third of my length.

Sitting up a little straighter she pulls me gently towards her. She opens her mouth wide and puts out her pink, wet tongue like a landing strip for my love rocket. The world seems to slow down and go dark with only a circle of light on her face as the distance closes and when the eye of my cock touches down on the hot dampness of her outstretched tongue a jolt of pure pleasure passes into me like an electric shock. The darkness closes in, all thought leaves my mind. All notion of rent arrears, new Beetles, untidy flats and fidelity leave me. The whole world is now nothing more than a small sphere of light with its centre focused on my now rapidly hardening cock in Emma's hot, wet and eager mouth.

With her hand aiming my rod she leans forward and slurps my meat deeper into her mouth. Her tongue pressed firmly against the underside feels divine. She has about half of my length in her mouth when she stops and draws slowly backward. A ring of her pink lipstick encircles my member a little over 3 inches down. Then she slides forwards again, a little further than before. Back and forth, back and forth. Each time taking a little more of me into her mouth and each time a little faster. The ring of glossy lipstick is joined by others as it transfers from her lips, and is then smudged up and down my cock.

She releases the base of my cock now satisfied that it will stay securely in her mouth and moves both of her hands around to my butt, down to my thighs, pushes my trousers and boxers down around my knees then back to my butt. As she bobs her head up and down my length with ever increasing fervour she begins to stroke my thighs and ass and seems to be pulling me towards her with each forward motion of her head. I gaze down at her amazed, she is incredible, and she gazes back up with her big baby blues. Her golden locks swing across the tops of her shoulders as she pumps her mouth down over me.

I'm reminded of something my friend James told me once. Something about how "you have to fuck a fat chick, they're so eager to please". And I know what he was on about now. I'm sure curvy, voluptuous Emma is not the kind of fat he meant but she is definitely displaying the enthusiasm and vigour that he was meaning. I drift a little as I wonder who he was with when he found out this gem of carnal wisdom? Maybe she was like Emma, maybe fatter and even more eager to please.

I'm brought back to the present as she takes my cock out of her mouth, maybe to catch her breath and begins to pump it with her hand. She pops the head back into her mouth, swirls her tongue around my glans then stops pumping for a moment to lick me a few times, dragging her tongue from the root of my cock, below my balls all the way to the tip. Two. Three. Four times she makes this long erotic stroke with her tongue and each time makes me twitch and grow harder. I feel like my cock is as big as her face now, hanging over her like a thick tree branch sprouting from the trunk of my body.

I see a sparkle of mischief in her eyes as she slips back to my balls and gentle nibbles and sucks at them. Her hand still gently stroking my length she pulls first the left in to her mouth, runs her tongue around it and releases it before repeating the manoeuvre with the right. "I love that you're shaved here," she breaths heavily, stroking my balls with a free hand and returning her face to my straining red helmet. She puckers her lips and plants an exaggerated wet kiss on the tip, right above the eye. Leaving her lips in place she opens them slowly, still pouting heavily and allows my cock to slide into her mouth again. With her hands back on my hips she slides her face further and further on to my cock, lips locked tight the whole way.

I can't believe what I'm seeing as she gradually engulfs my entire length into her mouth. Two, three, four inches and I can feel my cock head pressing against the back of her throat. She doesn't gag, she doesn't seem to be having any difficulty at all in fact. Six, seven inches and my cock must be into her throat now, her lips reach the base of my cock and she tries to push further, pull me closer, as if by this effort alone she can extract more cock from me. She holds my length in her mouth, in her throat for a moment, two, three...

Then she is drawing back. Not quickly, not gasping for air, her lips still tight, sucking hard as she withdraws. I feel a simmering start to begin in my balls. Like the bubbles that first form at the bottom of a heating pot before the boiling starts properly, before the steam fogs the lid and pressure becomes too great. She reaches the end of my cock the same way she began, with her pursed lips pressed against it in a kiss. I realise she has been watching me carefully the whole time, gauging the effect of her deep throating on me, and a smile curls the corners of her mouth.

"Did you like that Mr. H?" Her voice is pure, husky sex.

I open my mouth to reply, yes, god dammit, that was fantastic! But the words catch in my throat as she parts her lips and swallows my cock again, just a little faster than the first time. Then back again and a pause to watch me. But not a long pause as she slides her mouth down my cock a third time, lips locking around the root. She continues the motion, all the way down, all the way up and the pressure in my balls builds further. I can see that it is exciting her too as she struggles with her skirt, pulling it further up her hips, lifting her broad bum a bit to get the skirt out from underneath. She still has one hand on my ass, pulling me towards her as she slides her face down my cock, engulfing it again. The other hand has managed to get the skirt hem clear of her stockings. They are stay-ups with a broad lace top that contrasts beautifully with her creamy white thighs.

The skirt is now around her waist and she is spreading her thighs wide as she pulls me towards her, thrusting me into her throat. Her eyes are watering a little now and her mascara is become smudged around her eyes.. She pulls her face off my cock every third of fourth plunge to take a breath and strings of saliva connect us. She slides her free hand up her right thigh, from knee to bare smooth skin, tickling herself gently. Then her left thigh, up and down, just her finger tips in contact. Her panties are an old pair, thin and beige, with holes around the elastic band, somewhere deep underneath the pleasure she is filling me with I'm surprised. Surprised that she hasn't worn something that matches her stockings or bra, something the fits in with the perfect presentation of her outfit.

And then she does it, she dances her fingertip across the tightly stretched fabric above her pussy. The tan cotton looks darkened by moistness, I imagine I can see her labia and clit straining to burst through the thin panties. But for some reason I am annoyed that she would attempt to pleasure herself and the spell breaks.

"Keep those hands up here," I snap.

She pulls her mouth off my cock with a slurp and a gasp, leans back slightly and looks up at me with a frown crinkling her brow.

"Yes, daddy!" She responds in a petulant tone.

"Insolent girl!" I declare. I don't know what has come over me but I'm quickly reaching up to her head, slipping my hands past her ears and into her hair. I grab the back of her head and, in a very uncharacteristic manner, shove my cock back into her mouth. Her hands come up and press against me, either side of my groin, attempting to stop my forceful motion. Maybe she's worried I will choke her as I thrust my rock hard member deep into her throat? Then she has her lips around the base of my cock and her hands move behind me, clawing my ass, pulling me into her mouth and she redoubles her effort to suck me. A couple of tears have escaped the corners of her eyes and created a dribble of mascara but it seems she might actually enjoy this kind of treatment.

The pot is well and truly boiling now as I pump in and out of her mouth, hot saliva and smeared lipstick across her checks and chin. Moving in tandem, her nails dig into my ass and pull me forward, my hands, almost tangled in her hair, pulling her onto me as I fuck her face.

My breathing is heavy and I feel my orgasm approaching fast. She can tell I'm nearly there and wiggles her ass on the couch, getting into a better position as she tries to prepare for the geyser of cum I'm about to give her.

My mind is explodes as my balls clench, my cock spasms and the first rope of cum shoots into the back of Emma's throat. I can feel her gulping as she tries to contain my load but quickly has to pull her head back off my cock as her mouth fills with my spunk. She's barely got my cock clear of her mouth and gasped a breath when a second stream pumps out over her face, leaving a hot, white line from her nose up into her fringe. A drop quivers on her eyelash. The third rope hits her pouty lips and leaves a streak which ends just below her other eye. The fourth lands on her chin, curves out across her cheek and drops down her neck and into her cleavage. I haven't come so hard in years.

I gasp a breath and see the look of unbridled lust on her face as she looks into my eyes, a fire in hers and wipes her cheek with a finger from her ear to her lips, pushing my creamy load into her mouth then sucking it from her finger.

"I'm so fucking horny now, Mr. Harris," she moans. Her other hand sliding down between her legs and pressing against her wet mound. Her middle finger dimpling the fabric into her cleft, fat labia camel toeing around it. I think I can even hear a wet squelching sound from her movement.

Still panting I grab her upper arms and firmly pull her to her feet. Her eyes go wide with fright, wondering what I'm about to do to her. Her blue eyes seem to sparkle as I stare intensely into them, ignoring the cum, saliva and lipstick spread over cheeks and the streaked mascara tracking down from the corners of her eyes. Then I steer her, moving backwards around the sofa towards the dining table. I move one hand behind her head and the other to the small of her back and I pull her close to me, feeling her big breasts press against my chest and squash flat against me, her nipples noticeably hard between us.

I lean down and kiss her. Her lips are warm, slippery and hungry. She opens her mouth and I feel her tongue looking for mine. I let her into my mouth and our tongues caress each other. I continue to move her backwards to the table, my now still thick but semi hard cock pressing into the bunched up skirt around her waist. I slide my hands down her back, over the skirt and grab two handfuls of her huge round ass as it bumps into the edge of her dining table.

We kiss for a while longer. I enjoy the feeling of her lusty tongue probing my mouth, huffing hot breath into each others mouths. She has her hands in my hair, pulling my mouth tightly onto hers. She tries to rub her pussy against me but can't really reach me due to her diminutive height so shifts to my upper thigh. Our lips remain locked for a long time, our tongues wrestling in the warm cave of our mouths before we finally separate for air once more. A string of saliva connects our lips briefly before breaking.

I lean down, pressing my face into her ample bust as I slide my arms under her full, round ass. Pulling her tight, her bosom engulfs my face in silk and I lift her up onto the table. Well, I try. She's heavier than I thought and I can't manage it as my arms slip. I lower her feet back to the floor and continue down to my knees. Grabbing her skirt I twist it around her until the button and zip come into view and I undo them. Disguising the failed lift as a decision to remove her skirt, I wiggle it over her broad hips (they must be about 40 inches) and down her thighs. The pale tops of her thighs disappear into the old Nana undies and I place a kiss on the top of her mound, just above her clit as I roll one of her stocking tops back up and flatten the lace.

I throw my arms around her thighs, just under her ass, and scoop her onto the table. Successfully this time. She's not too heavy but required a little more effort than I was expecting. Bags of shopping cascade off the far side as she falls back against them.

She looks at me expectantly and takes a deep breath as I stand before her. Her chest rises and the fabric of her blouse pulls tight across her bust. The white lace of her bra, low on her breasts, makes a whiter pattern through the nearly translucent fabric. I put my hands on her knees and spread her legs. She giggles as I trail my finger tips up her inner thighs, tickling her gently. The wet patch on the old tan panties makes a dark indicator of her arousal and her musky scent fills the air. I step in close, my thick cock hanging down toward her pussy. The corners of her mouth curl upwards as her eyes flick down, linger a moment and then come back up.

Seeing her blouse stretching cross her big tits I can't wait to get my hands on them. I lean down and plant another kiss on her lips as I bring my hands to her collar and begin to undo the buttons of the blouse. Gradually it opens, revealing first her pale chest, then the deep cleavage of her bust. The third button exposes most of her bra. Then I have the last buttons undone and the blouse falls open at her sides exposing her smooth, curved belly and intricate lace bra which lifts and squeezes her big breasts together.

I lean back a bit and admire the view. She lies on the table, legs spread, leaning on her elbows, crushed shopping supporting her back. Her make up is a mess now but it's easy to see that she has a gorgeous face and the make up serves only to accentuate her beauty, rather than create it. The hair style remains mostly intact. Soft creamy flesh jiggles in the lacy bra which barely covers hard nipples which create two small peaks in the cloth. The smooth, pale porcelain of her belly and thighs separated by the tatty old panties. Lace tops of the black stay-up stockings create a slight bulge above them. Her shoes have dropped off somewhere between the sofa and the table.

I grab her ankles and run my hands up her legs as I move close again. Her body is hot under my touch. I slide my hands across her hips and up her flanks, ending behind the cups of her bra. I lean in and kiss her again, slipping my tongue between her lips as I grab her tits through the soft fabric and squeeze them further together, pushing her cleavage up between us. I knead her soft flesh like dough and feel a faint twitch in the base of my cock as it begins to recover.

Without fully separating my mouth from hers I begin to move down her body, sucking her lip and giving it a playful bite before moving to her neck and leaving a trail of kisses down to her collar bone. I hook my fingers into her bra and pull the lacy front down, then flip my hands over and tuck them inside, scooping her big breasts out as I continue to kiss my way down her cleavage. I can't resist squeezing those ample titties against my face and I sigh as I delight in their soft warmth.

I pinch her big, hard nipples and she yelps. Then I turn my head and suck one into my mouth, this time eliciting a contented moan. I squeeze her tits and push her nipples closer, slurping one, then the other into my mouth and sucking the flesh of her breast in with them. I love the feeling of her hard nipples and the little bumps on her areola under my tongue as I swirl it around one and then the other. Then I pull back, squeeze both her nipples together, open my mouth wide and swallow both nipples into my mouth at once. I suck them hard and she groans, "Mmmm. Mr. Harris, that feels so good!"

Reluctantly I leave her breasts but first take each one and tuck her bra underneath so her they remain fully exposed and I have a good view of them every time I look up. Then I move down to her belly and begin a new line of kisses as I slide my hands down her flanks, down her thighs over the stockings and back up to her hips. As my kisses cross her pale stomach towards her belly button I trace the hem of her panties with my fingers. I hook the finger tips of both hands over the elastic as my lips reach the sensitive skin on her lower belly and pull it down gently as I continue leading kisses downwards.

As more and more smooth, bare skin is revealed I realise she has recently shaved her pubic hair and is completely bald beneath her knickers. This realisation ignites a fire in me and I feel another pulse in my cock as it stirs more. I grab the old panties firmly and yank my hands away in opposite directions, tearing the flimsy fabric and fully exposing her naked, smooth pussy before me. Her thick outer labia are already drawn back, exposing the delicate pink flower of her sex. A strong scent of musky arousal fills my nose.

"Hey! Those were my favorite, lucky, panties!" she protests grumpily.

"Well, they were old and didn't match your good stuff," I tell her matter-of-factly, waving a hand her bra and stockings. "Besides you're getting lucky now."

She just frowns at me, poking out her bottom lip in a rather cute manner.

"Do you want me to eat your pussy or not?"

"Oh god, yes please, da..." Was she going to call me 'daddy' again? I don't let her finish as I scoop my arms under and around her thighs, pushing her knees up. I pull myself, open mouthed onto her pussy, pressing my tongue into the orchid-like petals.

"Ooooh yes!" she moans as my tongue slides up her, from the opening of her sex to the hood shyly hiding her clit. I spread my tongue wide and lap away at her. Repeatedly licking like a dog, the full length of her slit up to the top of her clit hood. Her clit becomes engorged by my efforts and is soon poking out from its hiding place. I surround it with my mouth and suck it inside, pressing my tongue against it and flicking it side to side, causing her to writhe in pleasure on the table.

After some time of this I pull away for a breath, unwrap my right arm from her thigh and rub her clit with my thumb. She squirms and moans. I watch her juices oozing out of her, running down her ass crack and into the puckered, pink asshole below. Pink? Maybe she bleaches it?

Seeing that I'm looking at her ass she reaches her hands down to her buttocks, grabs a hold of each side, fingers sinking into her soft flesh, and pulls her ass checks apart, causing her ass hole to stretch out into an oval and open up. "It's clean," she tells me, "you can rim me if you want," and gasps as my thumb presses against her clit again.

I move my face in close to her, my nose just below the opening of her pussy and take in her scent. Besides the strong aroma of her sex I can only smell her soap and body lotion. Still a little trepidatious I extend my tongue towards her asshole and tentatively touch it to her crinkled ring. "Oh, Mr. Harris, don't be shy, pleeease!" she moans.

I slip the tip of my tongue into her sphincter and wiggle it around in a circle. She tastes clean and I enjoy the shiver it sends through her body, now more confident I push it deeper into her. Shifting her grip to grab her ass tighter she pulls her checks even wider, urging me deeper into her ass. I probe at her ass hole with my tongue, getting it wet with saliva and begin a long lick up across her fuck hole and pussy, ending on her clit hood where I push my tongue firmly down on her hard nub. I move back down to her ass hole and repeat the action. She moans each time my tongue travels across her sex and her breath begins to quicken. Again and again I lick her, asshole to clit and her moans grow deeper and stronger as an orgasm begins to build in her.

I feel my cock beginning to harden as the sounds of Emma's pre orgasmic arousal rekindles my fire. Pulling away from her for a moment I move my hand down around her thigh and press the tip of my index finger into her slick anal opening. She gasps, but only the tip enters before the sphincter becomes tight around my first knuckle. I lick her pussy again and allow a dribble of spit and pussy juice to roll down onto the top of my finger. Twisting it, I spread the wetness and work it deeper into her.

"Oh yes, Mr. Harris! Like that, nnnnng," she groans as the stimulation inside her ass brings her closer to orgasm.

Lapping away at her pussy I encourage more juices to dribble down and work them into her ass on my finger. Soon I am pumping it slowly and steadily in and out of her, switching between tonguing her fuck hole and sucking on her clitoris. She grabs my hair and pulls my face into her, panting loudly as she nears the pinnacle of her pleasure. My cock hardening as I enjoy her reaction.

I pull my finger from her ass and squeeze two fingers together, then press them both into her ass, slowly stretching her tight ring out to accommodate the additional girth as they push deeper in. I suck her clit into my mouth again as my fingers reach their full depth and she begins to convulse, pulling my hair and screaming, "Oh yes, yes! Suck my clit! Yes, just like that! Oooooh GOD, YES!"

A gush of creamy juice flows from her pussy and soaks her sex, running down her ass crack and soaking my hand too. I guide the wetness into her ass on my fingers and lubricate it more. She's panting hard from her orgasm but I don't stop pumping my fingers into her and licking away at her pussy and clit. She clenches her big pale thighs together around my head and I have to stop for a moment as the after shocks ripple through her and her panting subsides.

Her sounds of pleasure have me fully hard again and I'm aching to get my cock into her. I had planned to use three fingers to get her nicely loosened up but now I'm so horny I can't wait any longer.

I separate her legs and stand between them, kicking off my shoes and hooking my trousers off my feet. She grabs behind her knees and holds them up and out. Her face and chest are flushed from her orgasm and her pussy is open wide, red and wet. I lean over, sliding the shaft of my rock hard cock up her wet slit. She moans into my mouth as I kiss her deeply and passionately, grabbing her breasts and giving her nipples a sharp pinch.

Still holding one of her breasts I hold my cock down against her wet slit and slide forward and back a couple of times, rubbing firmly against her clitoris and making my cock slick. Then I move the throbbing head to her opening and gentle slide it in to her. She is hot and oh so wet and moans softly as my cock slides in without resistance. I'm balls deep in her before I even realise.

"Hey, I thought..." she begins as I slide in and out of her sloppy pussy a couple of times before withdrawing into the cool air and moving the point of my spear down to her anus. My cock now fully lubricated in her creamy juices I press the head into her tight sphincter. She opens for half of my glans but then becomes tight and I lean gently but firmly into her until the rim of my glans disappears into her. "Oooh daddy, that feels so good!"

I push in a little, pull out a little, start a gentle rocking motion and inch by inch more of my cock slowly slips inside her. The tightness of her ass feels amazing around my dick and I groan as I push deeper. She's watching my face intently as I move into her and seems to enjoy the pleasure I'm taking in her body.

"Fuck my asshole, daddy. Fuck It hard!" she says with a guttural moan.

Obliging her, I increase my pace and depth, pumping deeper and deeper into her until my balls are squashed against her big pale ass. Then back out again, the pink ring of skin stretched tight around my cock bowing out elastically as it tries to hold on to my retreating member. Then when I see my emerging glans ridge begin to stretch her ring out further I stop and pause a moment, watching her panting, big breasts rolling around on her chest. Meaning to plunge back into her I push forward hard, stretching her ring into her but she is still too tight and I have to ease up as my cock strains under the pressure. Gentler now, I push forward until I'm deep inside her again. Then slowly pull out and pump back into her a few times until her ass has loosened up and receives me more smoothly.

"Oh yeah!" she groans.

I run my hands up her inner thighs and pull her plump, juicy labia apart with my thumbs, rubbing one around the opening of her sex and the other across her clit, hard under it's glistening hood. I stroke her pussy in time to my thrusts, her tits, cradled by the straining bra, roll up and splash together like waves on a rough sea. I grab her legs under her knees and pull them up, then push them over and back until her thighs are on the table, her feet are in the air and her ass is lifted up. I lean over her and thrust deep and hard into her in the way I imagine she meant when she asked for a hard fuck only a minute ago.

Her eyes roll back and she lets out a long, soft moan of pleasure. She wraps her arms under her bust and squeezes, the flesh rises up and her nipples point to the ceiling. I reach out and grab a handful of the luscious flesh, rubbing the wetness from her pussy across her nipple with my thumb. I twirl it round and round while my other thumb slides down from her clit, into her wet sex and the juices leak out onto my cock still pumping hard into her ass.

I pinch her nipple, expecting to get a yelp out of her and instead I get an animalistic growl. She's beginning to pant and must have another orgasm rising up. I slide my thumb from her fuck hole to her clit and spread the wetness around it, rolling her most sensitive pink pearl around before sliding back into her pussy and dragging more wetness up.

She's panting hard now and I push deep into her, pulling only the root of my thick, throbbing cock out then smashing it back in. I thrust into her like my cock might grow longer and thrust into her soul. Smashing against her fat ass like I'm trying to crush it. I pinch and pull, stretch and gently twist her nipples. She grabs both breasts just under the pink brown areolae and squeezes them together. "Suck them," she urges.

I push her legs outwards to make room as I lean forwards and lower my face to her lovely tits. Still pumping, her nipples escape me and only receive a teasing flick of my tongue for a few moments, a few moments which delight her as I can tell from the little gasps each time the tip of her buds a tickled. I slow down and open my mouth wide, push forwards and bite, seizing the prize between my teeth like I've just taken a pair of cherries from the top of an ice cream sundae. This gets her attention and she looks down at me sharply, mouth and eyes open in matching "O"s. Then her head flops back as I suck both nipples into my mouth, taking as much of the areolae and breast flesh in with them as will fit.

I suck hard on her nipples and slide them around with my tongue. I squeeze a hand down between our hot, sweaty bodies and drill my fingers into her pussy, allowing them to be pushed inside her and the heel of my hand against her clit by my pelvis. And I realise I have another orgasm building up too.

"Oooh, Ooh, OOH," she moans, gaining in volume as her pleasure heightens. With the fingers in her pussy I grab her public bone, squeezing the soft lining of her womb and pressing what might be her G spot into it. Outside I grind down on her clit. And try to slow the building pressure in my balls and she grabs my head and pulls my face into her bosom, nipples still in my mouth, smothering me in her delicious flesh. She begins to quiver each time I bottom out inside her.

Giving her titties one last hard suck I come up for air. Gasping, I see her squeezing her tits and pinching her nipples, her mouth open, tongue out, panting lustily. I wrap one arm round her thick thigh and pull it tight to my chest, other hand still buried in her pussy, I start to make long strokes again, pulling almost all the way out of her ass before slowly diving back in. Glistening wet juices dribble from her sex and slick my shaft as I slide into her. I increase my tempo, and I'm soon plunging into her, slapping against her buttocks. Little grunts and gasps of pleasure spill out of her as I crash harder and harder into her backdoor and her checks are red by the time her whole body shakes as a colossal orgasm hits her like a quake tearing the earth from deep underground, deep in her core.

With her calf hooked over my shoulder, stocking now around her knee, her big breasts escaping the strained lace of her bra and her sphincter clenching down on me, I force my cock deep into her suddenly tight asshole, my balls squashed against her broad rump tighten and explode! My cock blasting a torrent of hot cum like a fleshy fire-hose. Two, three, four, five times gushing out of me until she is so full the thick creamy milk squirts out of her, around my hard meat and dribbles down my balls and onto the table.

"Oh... My... God!" she nearly screams, "That was the best fuck I've had in..." She sighs as she struggles to make language through her orgasmic haze. "Ages," she finishes quietly, after a long shuddering breath.

I'm panting hard too, still unmoved, pressed into her as deeply as I was when I shot my load. I wipe the sweat from my forehead and, with my pelvis still pressed against her butt, I lean back for a deep breath of cool air.

"Yeah... It was great," I say after my breathing has slowed a little.

She lies before me, hot legs wrapped around me, glazed eyes gazing up at nothing on the ceiling, quietly enjoying the afterglow, and aftershocks, of her orgasm and the feeling of cum and pussy juice running down her ass. Slowly her heaving bust returns to a gentle rise and fall and the little shivers subside. She reaches up to me and tries to sit up. Leaning forwards I put my arms around her and pull her up. She puts her head on my shoulder, her boobs pressing into my chest and turns her face towards me, trying to find my mouth. I lean down a bit and kiss her, slowly, carelessly. Our warm breath mingles as our tongues aimlessly slide around each other. My cock, spent, deflates in the same unhurried way our tongues and lips play, until an anal twitch and gush of cum finally pushes it out of her body.

Some unknown time later Emma has relaxed her hold on me and sits in a wet puddle on the edge of the table. "What a mess," she mumbles, looking around at the strewn shopping bags and dripping bodily fluids. She smiles faintly, despite the mess, suggesting that this is the kind of mess she's pretty happy to have made.

"We better clean this up, I guess," I say. Looking around for something to wipe with.

"No, it's OK, I'll do it. It's my flat after all, right?" She says looking up at me like a puppy seeking approval. I give her a little smile in return and her eyes drop to my cock, now hanging limp and heavy between my legs, a drip forming on the end and a sheen of cum and her juices on it. She reaches her hand out and circles her fingers around the root, creating a tight ring then draws her hand back along it's length, towards her, collecting the juices in her palm. Looking at me with a slutty, heavy lidded eyes look she raises her hand to her lips and licks the creamy mix from her palm.

My mouth drops open and I can't hide a hint of distaste in my face.

"Relax Mr. H. I wash very thoroughly before a night out, the only thing up there," she says swinging a hip forward to indicate her ass, "is your cum. You stuck your tongue in, remember?" she giggles.

I look around for my clothes and start to pull my pants back on.

"So, you're letting me off the rent now, right?" she says expectantly, as she hooks her tits back into her bra.

I jerk upright and give her a hard look. "What? You can't just fuck away your arrears like that! A hooker wouldn't cost me as much as your weeks rent!" Despite the amazing fuck we've just had I'm now annoyed again as I remember the whole reason for the trip over here!

She makes a pouty 'sad puppy' face and clasps her hands together in front of her, swinging side to side, squeezing her tits out with her upper arms, one stocking now around her ankle. I admit it's a tempting sight but as spent as I am now it's not enough to win me over and I grab her shoulder as she swings and spin her further so she's facing the table and her ass comes right around to me. Then, holding her shoulder gently but firmly, I push her forward so she has to bend over the table, which she does eagerly, pushing her ass out, maybe expecting more dick.

Crack! I plant my other hand hand squarely on her ass, a red hand print forming quickly through the pink glow that had been there from the fucking. "Ow," she squeals!

Slap! My hand comes down on the other check a heartbeat after the first. "Ooh," she sobs.

"You! Will! Not! Fuck! Away! Your! Rent!" I firmly spank her ass, punctuating each word and each buttock is soon glowing red. Each slap is also accompanied by a cry, gasp or whimper from Emma.

"Bill!" I finish the punishment with a blow delivered squarely between the round hemispheres of her ass, my palm splatting cum out of her still loose asshole and my fingers landing flat against her pussy lips causing her to gasp loudly and collapse onto the table as her knees give out.

"You can have one week off what you owe," I say, soothingly, as I lightly run my hand across her hot, pink ass checks, drawing a figure eight around each side and crossing over her anus in the middle. After a few orbits like this the whimpering has died down and I slip my hand down lower to her labia, which are still angrily red. I delicately trace her outer labia, inner labia, around her soggy sex and down to her clitoris. The quiet sobs have turned to aroused mewling and I pat her pussy more firmly, slide a finger inside and tickle her clit with my index finger until she stiffens, clamps my finger in her pussy and she orgasms again as another gush of juices spill from her and soak my hand.

"Thank you, daddy," she murmurs, half turning to look back at me. I look into her eyes as I bring my hand to my mouth and put out my tongue, then change my mind and instead reach to her and wipe the juice onto her lips. She lets my fingers slip inside her mouth and gently sucks them clean.

Feeling her suck my fingers stirs me and I want her to suck my cock again but I realise it's fully dark outside now and I should have been home already. Pretending to I want nothing more I straighten my shirt and brush myself down. Put my shoes back on and look around for anything I might have forgotten I brought with me. She just watches me from the same position on the table, inner thighs shiny from leaked fluids.

I resist the urge to kiss her once more before leaving and instead I say, "please be caught up by next Friday." She makes some noise of agreement and I leave, making sure the door is properly closed behind me. I wouldn't want to leave her like this with a door open.

I drive home in a bit of a trance, not rushing, not going overly slow. Just a relaxed, zen-like drive.

Katie is already asleep when I get home.