Rent day’s my favourite day of the month.
I don’t bring envelopes. I don’t write checks. I show up at his door in a short skirt and no panties, knock once, and walk in like I own the place.
He’s always waiting — legs spread, that thick cock already in his hand, eyes dark and hungry like he hasn’t eaten in weeks.
“Here to pay up?” he growls.
I drop to my knees. “Every last inch.”
This isn’t a sob story. I’m not broke. I just fucking love this. I love being on my knees for him. Love choking on his cock until mascara’s running down my cheeks. Love knowing I’m the reason this grumpy, broad-shouldered man can’t stop jerking off between rent days.
He grabs me by the hair and fucks my face like I’m nothing but a hole. I gag. I drool. I moan with his cock deep in my throat, my pussy already soaking the floor.
And then he bends me over the arm of his couch, pushes my skirt up, and slaps my ass until I’m trembling.
“Greedy little rent slut,” he whispers, shoving his cock inside me. “You just want to get fucked full and forget the bills, huh?”
“Yes, Daddy,” I moan, arching back against him.
Because that’s exactly what I want.
He rails me like he’s punishing me — rough, deep, no mercy. He grabs my throat, spits in my mouth, and calls me his favorite tenant. And I drip for every filthy word.
When I cum, it’s explosive. Loud. Shameless.
When he cums, he stays buried inside me, filling me until it’s leaking down my thighs.
I leave the money on the counter anyway.
But I always whisper, “See you next month,” with a wink and no panties.
And I always come early.