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How I Paid The LandlordHow I Paid The LandlordSeveral of you have seen my Picture Gallery with this title and asked ‘What was the deal with the Landlord?’Four of us, all in our final year at university, rented a flat together in a suburb of Manchester. Cost £700 per month (12 month contract). We shared the kitchen and bathroom of the house and all had our own room in an old semi-detached villa, one of several properties the landlord rented out to students. I had the attic conversion on the top of the house, the biggest room but also the coldest in winter. I think that was his business – property development of homes to rent.My own situation was that I was always short of cash. Study books were expensive, I had to eat and try to have a minimal social life. It was my final year of study and I had already borrowed as much on overdraft as I dared and I didn’t want to ask my parents for any more loans, they’d already helped me enough.It was the end of January, when it first happened. The others had all gone home for the weekend and I was the only one in the house, when he called for his money. They had all given me their share to pay him but I was a bit short. I only had £600 in total for him. I asked him if I could be a bit late with the balance and that is when he said there might be another way I could pay. I thought that might be by doing some work for him.When I asked what that might be, he said ‘I want one hour of your time.’Immediately I asked ‘What do I have to do?’ Still not thinking what ‘work’ he might be proposing.He said ‘Anything I want you to do, I want to play with you – for one hour!’This got me a little bit worried. I knew this had sexual overtones, we weren’t going to play cards! The fact is, I have a soft spot for older men. He’s about 55, a bit overweight, always very smartly dressed in a business suit, wears an expensive watch and drives a flash car. He’s quite my type. Turns out he’s married with two grown up k**s and as I was to learn, fancies a bit of boy ass from time to time. He’s probably the type who pays for rent boys when he’s away from home. I found out I was going to be the boy who paid for his rent.The thought that I might get to play with a man that I really quite fancied for an hour and pay off my debt sounded like a simple solution to an awkward problem.At the end of exactly one hour he got up to go. Not an awful lot happened that first time. Mostly involved my sucking him off. When he was leaving he said that I could pay my share of the rent the same way in the future but to let me off all of it, he would want something more for his hour güvenilir illegal bahis siteleri of my time. I said I would think about it.I graduate in July and leave at the end of this month. I probably wont see him again. In all I ‘paid the rent’ with an hour of my time on six occasions.He’d call me to say he was coming over, always on a Saturday night, when he knew that the others would be out, or he’d make sure they were out first. He’d sit down and say ‘Let’s get started’. These are the sort of things that would then happen.’I want you to strip for me – slowly k** – make it sexy Robin – do it real slow – tease me – nice and slow. That’s it everything, except the white socks, keep them on – turn round, bend over, grab your ankles – show me the crack of your ass – now spread those cheeks, let me see your hole – nice boy pussy – stick your fingers in there – work that hole – that’s it Robin, work it for me, show me how you open that hole!”Turn round, stand up, face me – take the baby oil and rub it over your shoulders, chest and arms – look at me while you do it – let’s see that sexy smile – look in my eyes – now rub it over your thighs, turn round – rub it all over those peachy little ass cheeks of yours – turn round again, face me – pour some over your cock and balls and rub it in – get that cock hard Robin – let me see how you stroke it – make it nice and hard for Daddy!’Up to that point, all he would ever do was just sit there in his office suit and rub his hand over his groin, watching me, staring at me.’Show me how you dance Robin – let’s see you make some moves – show me how you dance for the ladies – come on make an effort!’I’d have to dance like that, stark bollock-naked, covered in baby oil, stroking myself, no music, just gyrating around, trying to make my sexiest moves, until he told me to stop. He’d have his cock pulled out through his zipper by that time and be tugging on it. A massive, thick hairy piece of equipment with a swollen purple uncut head, the best part of eight, very fat inches, a real monster!’Come over here – kneel down on the floor – take it Robin – show Daddy how you like to pay the rent – that’s it – Show Daddy how much you love his cock – Make Daddy happy Robin – Let’s see how happy you can make Daddy!’I would sit back on my heels between, knelt down between his thighs and lick and kiss his giant member and hold his balls in my hand at the same time, playing gently with them, squeezing them. Run my tongue up and down the length of his thick veiny shaft and take the tip of it inside my mouth. I love cock, güvenilir bahis şirketleri the bigger the better, as far as I’m concerned and I know how to give head. I’d soon have his dick covered in my spit and saliva and be taking more and more of it inside my mouth. I’d lick it up and down and play with the slit in its tip, teasing it with my tongue. I’d lick and kiss his balls, still massaging his dick, pulling his foreskin back and letting it fold back over his bell end again and again. I could do that for hours!He’d put his hands on the back of my head and start face-fucking me, forcing himself further and further into the back of my throat. I’d have to spit out all the saliva, usually it fell down onto my chest or I’d spit it out onto the floor. He would stand up and I would grab his ass and take him all in until my nose was up against his pubic bone. I would be coughing and gagging on it, tears falling from my eyes, almost choking on it and he’d hold me there, for what seemed like ages, almost unable to breath, my face jammed in his groin. I loved the smell of him – his sex – very manly, a slightly musky, sweaty smell.’Get up! – On the settee Robin – You know what Daddy wants – Do it!’That was the signal for me to lie on my back on the little two-seater settee. I’d lift and rest my buttocks, raised up on one of the arms, support myself on my shoulders and put my forearms behind my knees and pull them back towards my chest, ass up in the air, leaving my hole open and exposed.He’d take his jacket off, move towards me and let his pants fall around his ankles, flip his tie over his shoulder and crouch down, placing his hands on my ass cheeks and stick his face in my crack. He never undressed completely. I’d feel his tongue against my anus. Whenever he got me in this position, he always stopped calling me Robin. He’d start calling me his Bitch or his Little Slut. Funny how he suddenly changed and that always happened, when he had me in that position.Once he pushed the end of a beer bottle in my cunt.’You like that you Little Bitch don’t you – tell me you like it Slut – you want it don’t you? – tell me you want it!”Yes Daddy – Yes Sir – I want it!”Get that hole ready for Daddy’s fat cock – Little Bitch – open it up all ready for Daddy – Tell me how much you want Daddy’s cock in your cunt!’Another time, he took out a felt tip pen and wrote in large black letters the word ‘WHORE’ across my chest and the words ‘CUM’ and ‘DUMP’ on my ass cheeks. Which took for ever to wash off afterwards, I might add! It was if he wanted to take away my identity and canlı bahis şirketleri turn me into some anonymous piece of trash!Then he’d fuck me – always in that same position – never any other way.He’d spit on my hole and on his hand and cock and place the end of it against my half open anus, rubbing it along and over my waiting hole, while he got into position. ‘Oh FUCK! Stop – Stop – Stop! Oh My God – That Hurts!’I’d yell out, he always entered me forceably. He’d shove his hand over my mouth to muffle my screams of protest. Then there would be that point where he was fully inside me, holding himself there, while I tried to adjust to the mixture of agony, pain and pleasure I was experiencing, trying to relax my sphincter muscle just enough, gasping for breath.He’d grab my ankles, spread my legs wide apart to open me up more and then put them over his shoulders and press my thighs together so that I gripped his cock tightly.He’d fuck me building up a rhythm, slowly at first, while I adjusted to the feeling of having him inside me. Then he’d speed up, sometimes withdrawing altogether, before ploughing back in again. It was always what you’d call a bit of a rough fuck.I’d be tossed around like a rag doll underneath him, totally his plaything, trying to touch my throbbing cock, leaking little drops of clear pre-cum, catching them on my fingers and trying to taste them. I’d be gasping and moaning with each thrust of his cock inside me.’Argh! – Oh! – Argh! – Argh! – Fuck!His grunting and breathing would increase as he reached his climax. Just before he did, after one last violent thrust into me, he’d pull out and then bust his load, either over my cock and balls, my hole or over my face. I’d grab his cock, wank him like mad and suck the last drops out of him and clean it for him. Told you I love cock and I love cum even more!He was always as good as his word, never stayed more than one hour and after he had finished, he dressed and left, almost without another word. He’d walk out, look at me, lying in a naked, cum soaked, exhausted heap, curled up on the floor, turn and say:’Rent All Paid Robin.’Only once did he ever want to see me cum. On that occasion, for some reason, he didn’t want to fuck me. He only wanted to stick his fingers in my arse, massage my prostate, squeeze my nipples, pull on my ball sack and squeeze my testicles and watch me toss myself off. I was stretched out on the settee and I came, shooting up all over my chest. He gathered all the creamy white liquid up with his fingers, the ones that had been in my arse and fed my cum to me, making sure I licked it all up.We never kissed on the lips. The one time I tried, he pulled back. He never put my cock in his mouth.Next month, I graduate, aged 23 and will probably leave this city and start my first real job. The rent is paid to the end of this month.This has been a true story – Leave your comments if you wish guys.

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