1. The Landlord Part Two


    Date: 9/8/2015, Categories: Dark Fantasy, Anal, Coercion, Male/Teen Female, Author: Dr Bill Harford, Rating: 83.9, Source: sexstories.com

    I arrive at Gillian's door at 2pm, an hour earlier than what I promised, deviant excitement got the better of me. It's a stormy day outside, the light in the hallway flickers off and on in sync with the wind. I almost knock on the door before deciding to try the handle first, the door opens up. A half eaten bowl of cereal sits on the coffee table. Smell of cheap perfume, shampoo and cigarettes wafts through the apartment. "Gillian?" No answer. I make my way up the hall, the faint sound of rap music comes out from behind Ashleigh's room door. I give the door a light push, it opens up. Ashleigh lays on her bed wearing a pair of headphones, a burned out joint sits in her ashtray. She's wearing a bargain basement pink velour tracksuit as pyjamas for lazing around the house, top unzipped enough to see she isn't wearing a t shirt, her freckled chest skin on display. Matching pink ankle socks. I lean over her, taking in the scent of her coconut lotion as I pick the joint out of the ashtray. I take out my lighter and spark up the joint, loud enough to make Ashleigh stir in her nap. I blow the smoke onto Ashleigh's peaceful sleeping face. Her full lips shiny and slick with watermelon lip gloss just begging to be sucked, licked and bitten. Thoughts of fucking her the way I fucked her mother are filling up my mind in a series of sick animalistic moving images. I take another quick draw of the joint. I clear my throat impatiently, Ashleigh jolts awake, takes her a second to realize I'm ...
    looming over her; "What the fuck!?" "Your Mom invited me over." There's a submissive worried glint in her eye that makes my cock twitch. "Get the fuck out of my room." I lick my lips savoring her joint. "I helped myself, I hope you don't mind?" "Get the fuck out of my room. Please." "Do you have a boyfriend?" "Are you fucking kidding me!?" "I was wondering if you were looking to make some money?" She pauses. "Working where?" "You'd be working from home." She flinches nervously as I reach into the pocket of my lucky jacket and take out my wallet. I take out a fifty. "What would- doing what?" "You could start by taking off your clothes." I drop the fifty on to her exposed chest and take out another two notes from my wallet. "I have a boyfriend." "He doesn't have to know." I reach out and tug down on the zip of her top. Her purple bra, milky freckled ribs and smooth belly revealed to me. She sits frozen, not sure of what she should do. I grab the waist line of her trousers and tug them down to her knees. "Wait-" "Fucking relax." I hiss, my prick is now doing the thinking for my hands as I grab and grip her purple floral print thong. My calloused right hand squeezing and applying pressure to her soft sensitive young mound of cunt. She grabs my wrist, it's futile though, she's enjoying the combination of pleasure and pain. She gasps as I push my thumb down on her clit hard making little circles, her grip on my wrist lessens. Her breathing quickens. She's almost gasping. Her eyes ...
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