Especially with the mounting bills and unpaid rent. Her Dad had told her that she wasn't ready to move out yet. He had predicted that she would wind up in debt and have to move back home. She was sick of him being right. She sat in her t-shirt and underwear at the small kitchen bench, looking over the overdue notices and vowing not to call him and ask for money.
Suddenly there was banging at the door. It made her jump and then she froze, fearing the repo men who might be coming to take her furniture.
"Miss Jones? It's Roger Larson."
She mentally cursed herself. The landlord. She was two months behind and she didn't have the money to pay. She closed her eyes as he kept banging on the door, hoping he would go away.
"I know you're in there. Open up or I'll have to come back with the police."
Emmy was sick with worry as she put on a robe and headed over to the door, unlocking it. Larson stood on the other side, an angry frown on his face. He was middle-aged with a receding hairline and whiskers, a slight belly hanging over his suit trousers. His shirt sleeves were rolled up over his thick forearms and he wasn't wearing a tie.
He pushed past her and handed her some forms. "This is a notice to vacate the premises in 30 days."
Emmy's heart sunk. "Oh, please, no."
"I'm sorry, Miss Jones, but I've given you a lot of chances to pay and now another rent day is coming up tomorrow. Do you have any money to pay me?"
She was trembling all over. She couldn't believe it had come to this. She couldn;t go back to her parents.
"I don't have any money."
Larson sighed. "Then I guess we don't have any options left. I'm sorry."
Tears sprung into Emmy's eyes. "Please. I don;t have anywhere to go. Please I have to stay."
She instinctively fell against Larson, burying her face into his chest. She was much smaller than him, her fragile body pressing against him. Larson stood there feeling uncomfortable as Emmy pressed into him. Her body was so firm and warm pressing agaisnt his groin.
"Please. I'll do anything."
Those words made something stir in Larson. He couldn't help it. His cock was stirring in his pants.
Emmy felt something move against her. She caught her breath when she realised it was Larson's growing cock. Then she realised how she might be able to stay. She pressed her self harder against the growing bulge in his pants. Larson put his hands on her little shoulders but didn't push her away. She looked up at him.
"Isn't there anything you want?"
Larson was breathing heavily. He pushed down on her shoulders and Emmy sunk to her knees. She felt light-headed. She couldn;t believe what she was about to do.
"Open your robe." Larson commanded and Emmy obeyed. She shrugged it off, still staring at the bulge in his pants.
"Now the tshirt."
She pulled it slowly off her body, exposing her sweet, perky young tits to larson, who was now gripping his hard cock through his pants and stroking it, while looking down at her. Emmy's nipples were so hard, she could feel them tightening as he masturbated over her. Her pussy was buzzing as he undid his belt and unzipped his pants, fishing out his hard on.
It was fat, very thick, and a drop of precum was hanging from the tip. She stared at it, wondering what it would taste like. Then she remembered why she was doing this and couldn't help but feel dirty.
He took a handful of her hair and pulled her close to his cock. It smelt musky, a litle sweet a little sour.
"Open your mouth."
As soon as her lips were open he pushed the head of his cock into her mouth. She started to suck on it, tasting it. She was ashamed to feel her pussy start to get wet, starting to drip. He kept his grip on her hair and started to fuck her little mouth, groaning as he pushed more cock into her throat.
She gagged on it a little and he groaned more. She tried to open her throat and take more of his fat cock, bobbing up and own on his shaft.
It was so hard in her mouth and his grip on her hair tightened even more. His swollen head was twitching in her mouth and she realised he was talking.
"That's right. Suck it Emmy. Earn it. You have to take it all if you want to stay."
Her pussy was on fire. She slid her hand into her panties and started to finger her clit, moaning as Larson fucked her mouth even harder.
"Oh God yes!"
he grunted and his cock jumped in her mouth, shooting load after load of hot thick cum in to her mouth. He held her head down on her cock, forcing her to swallow it all.
He pulled his cock out of her mouth and ran the head along her lips as she knelt on he ground, still fingering her clit. Her body was on fire and the taste of his cum filled her mouth, the smell of it in her nose. She could feel his fluid in her empty stomach. She felt like a whore and was surprised to realise that she liked it.
"Well, that takes care of the first months rent you owe me. What do you want to do for the second?"
Then he picked her up and carried her to the bedroom...