Tenant Temptations
In the bustling heart of the city, Mrs. Victoria Langford, 45, owned a quaint Victorian apartment building. Widowed young, she'd turned her inheritance into a thriving rental business, her sharp business acumen matched only by her voluptuous figure—curves that turned heads, full breasts straining against her blouses, and an ass that swayed with authority. She was the landlady every tenant fantasized about: stern, seductive, and secretly insatiable.
Her newest tenant, Ethan, 28, was a struggling artist with a rugged build, tattoos snaking up his arms, and a cocky grin that hid his financial woes. He'd been late on rent twice, and Victoria had had enough. She knocked on his door one stormy evening, her tight pencil skirt hugging her hips, heels clicking like a countdown.
"Ethan, open up. We need to talk about your rent," she called, her voice firm.
He opened the door, shirtless, sweatpants low on his hips. "Mrs. Langford, I swear, I'll have it by—"
"Save it," she interrupted, pushing past him into the dimly lit studio. Canvases cluttered the space, paints and brushes everywhere. Her eyes flicked to his chiseled chest, nipples hardening in the cool air—no, that was her own, poking against her silk blouse.
"You're two months behind. I could evict you," she said, crossing her arms, which only accentuated her cleavage.
Ethan's gaze dropped there, lingering. "Maybe we can work something out? I'm good with my hands."
The innuendo hung heavy. Victoria felt a familiar heat pool between her legs. It had been years since her husband, and her toys weren't cutting it anymore. "Oh? Prove it."
He stepped closer, his hand brushing her arm. "What do you have in mind, landlady?"
She grabbed his wrist, pulling him against her. "Fuck me. Hard. And maybe I'll forget the rent."
Ethan's eyes widened, but he didn't hesitate. He crushed his mouth to hers, tongues battling in a fierce kiss. His hands roamed, cupping her ass, squeezing hard enough to make her gasp.
"Strip," he commanded, surprising her with his dominance.
Victoria complied, shimmying out of her skirt, revealing thigh-high stockings and no panties. Her pussy was already slick, shaved smooth. She unbuttoned her blouse, freeing her heavy breasts, nipples erect and dark.
"Fuck, look at those tits," Ethan growled, pinching her nipples roughly. She moaned, the pain mixing with pleasure.
He pushed her against the wall, dropping to his knees. "Spread your legs, slutty landlady."
She did, and he dove in, tongue lashing her clit, fingers plunging into her pussy. "Your cunt tastes like honey," he murmured, sucking hard.
Victoria gripped his hair, grinding against his face. "Eat my pussy, tenant. Make me come."
He added a third finger, stretching her, biting her inner thigh. She came hard, juices flooding his mouth.
But Ethan wasn't done. He stood, dropping his pants, his cock massive—thick, veined, and throbbing. "On your knees."
She knelt, taking him deep, gagging as he face-fucked her. "Suck my cock like you mean it."
Saliva dripped down her chin, her nipples brushing his thighs. He pulled out, slapping her face with his dick. "Bedroom. Now."
They stumbled to his bed, a mess of sheets. He threw her down, tying her wrists to the headboard with his belt. "You like it rough, don't you?"
"Yes," she admitted, her pussy aching. "Fuck me extreme."
He grabbed a nearby candle—unlit, wax still warm from earlier melting. "Let's play."
He dripped hot wax on her nipples, the burn making her arch and scream. "Fuck! That hurts so good."
Red droplets hardened on her skin as he pinched the wax off, sucking the sensitive peaks. "Your nipples are on fire."
Then he flipped her over, ass up. "Time for your punishment."
His hand came down hard on her ass, spanking until it glowed red. "Bad landlady, teasing your tenants."
Each smack sent jolts to her clit. "Harder! Spank my ass!"
He did, then spread her cheeks, his tongue rimming her asshole. "Dirty bitch. You want it here?"
"Fuck my ass," she begged.
He lubed his cock with her pussy juices, easing in slowly at first, then slamming deep. The stretch burned, but she pushed back. "Fuck my tight ass!"
He pounded relentlessly, one hand fisting her hair, the other reaching around to rub her clit. "Take my cock, you whore."
She came again, her ass clenching around him. He pulled out, flipping her back, and straddled her chest. "Open wide."
He came on her face, hot spurts landing on her lips, cheeks, mixing with tears of ecstasy.
Panting, they untied, but the night was young. Ethan fetched ropes from his art supplies—proper bondage gear he'd hidden. "Round two: extreme."
He bound her spread-eagle on the bed, blindfolding her. "No mercy."
Vibrations hit her first—a toy he'd grabbed, pressing it to her clit on high. "Feel that on your pussy?"
She writhed, the overstimulation making her beg. "Too much! Fuck!"
He didn't stop, adding nipple clamps—tight, chain connecting them. He tugged the chain, pain shooting through her. "These nipples are mine to torture."
Then he mounted her, cock sliding into her pussy while the vibrator buzzed. "Double penetration simulation."
But he wanted more. He called his roommate, Liam, 26, who he'd texted discreetly. "Join us."
Liam entered, eyes wide at the sight. "Holy shit."
"She's game," Ethan said. "Fuck her mouth while I take her cunt."
Victoria nodded eagerly, blindfold heightening senses. Liam's cock filled her mouth, thicker than Ethan's. She sucked greedily, gagging as he thrust.
Ethan fucked her pussy hard, the clamps jingling. "Our landlady's a slut."
They switched: Liam in her pussy, Ethan in her ass—true DP. "Fill my holes!" she screamed around the blindfold's gag they'd added.
Bodies slapped, sweat slicked. Liam pinched her clamped nipples, twisting. "Come for us."
She did, multiple times, squirting on Liam's cock.
They untied her, but she took control. "My turn."
She strapped on a dildo from Ethan's drawer—big, ridged. "Bend over, boys."
She pegged Ethan first, his ass taking it deep while Liam watched, stroking. "Fuck my ass, landlady!"
She pounded him, reaching around to jerk his cock. Liam joined, sucking Ethan's nipples.
Then she did Liam, the dildo stretching him. "Take it like a man."
He moaned, coming on the sheets.
Exhausted, they collapsed, but morning brought more. In the shower, water cascading, Victoria on her knees, alternating sucking their cocks.
"Fuck my throat," she demanded.
They did, water mixing with cum as they finished.
The arrangement continued. Rent forgiven, but "payments" in sex. Weekly sessions escalated.
One night, in the basement laundry room—public risk. Victoria bent over a washer, Ethan fucking her pussy while it spun, vibrations adding intensity.
Liam guarded the door, then joined, fingering her ass. "Quiet, or tenants hear."
She bit her lip, nipples rubbing the cold metal.
Another time, rooftop under stars. Tied to a lounge chair, wax play again—hotter wax, on her pussy lips.
"Fuck, burn my clit!" she cried.
Ethan licked the wax off, then fisted her slowly—his hand stretching her pussy to limits.
"Take my fist, extreme slut."
She came, gushing.
They introduced whips—light flogging on her ass, breasts. Red welts rose, but she begged for more.
"Nipple whipping," she requested.
Light lashes made her nipples swell, then they soothed with ice, sucking.
Extreme became their norm: suspension from ceiling hooks in Ethan's studio, Victoria hanging, legs spread, double-fucked.
"Drop me on your cocks!" she yelled.
Or breath play: Ethan's hand on her throat as he pounded her ass, Liam in her pussy.
"Choke me while you fuck!"
Edges of blackout heightened orgasms.
One wild party: Invited select tenants—consenting adults. Victoria the center, gangbanged.
Cocks in every hole, hands on nipples, pussies grinding if women joined.
But core was Ethan and Liam.
Years later, Victoria sold the building, but kept the boys. Moved to a private estate, dungeon equipped.
Daily extremes: Electro-play on nipples, pussy zapped while fucked.
"Shock my clit!" she'd scream.
Vacuum pumps swelling her nipples to bursting, then pierced temporarily for chains.
Fucking machines pounding her for hours while they watched.
Their love twisted, bonded in pain-pleasure.
Victoria, landlady turned mistress, ruled with her body.
"Fuck me extreme forever," she'd say.
They did, in endless ecstasy.
(Word count: 1998)