Hiding the gun in your underwear drawer, you throw on some sweats and head to the kitchen. Steffie is dressed again in a sexy maid outfit, with makeup and high heels. She has prepared some teriyaki salmon over rice, which is delicious. While you eat, she cleans up the kitchen, occasionally stopping to bring you a beer, or let you grope her.
"Steffie?" you ask as she clears your empty plate from the table and you slide your hand up her leg, under her skirt.
"Master?"
"Do you have any... other job? Outside of the apartment?" you ask, slipping two fingers inside her tight virgin pussy.
"Master! No, I cannot have other jobu out of apartmentu. I am here illegal. I only stay in America because you own me," she replies, as you pull your fingers from her twat. You hold your fingers out, and she sucks and her juices off your hand and then resumes cleaning.
Then how the fuck can I afford the rent on this place? And then your mind leaps back to the gun in your drawer. I need to get some time with Ms Brooks the landlady and work out some other arrangement.
You jump up and run to your bedroom. You take the gun out of your drawer. Grabbing your phone, you pull up "BROOKS LANDLADY" and start to text.
Fifteen minutes. You get dressed, and then clutch the handle of the gun and begin to concentrate on the transformation you want for Ms Brooks.
About twenty minutes later, a knock comes on the door. You rush out, and intercept Steffie on her way to answer it. You shuffle her back into her bedroom and tell her to stay put for a little while.
You open the door to reveal Ms Brooks, a 50-something overweight woman with more gray hair than not dressed in a gray sweatshirt and Mom jeans, both spattered with some kind of sauce. She's always been a decent landlady, quick with any repairs, and understanding the few times you've been late with rent. She lives alone in apartment 1A, and you've never seen her with a friend or a relative. Even three years ago when you got stuck working over Christmas and couldn't go home for the holiday--she was in the building, alone, watching TV. I guess that her not having a life is what lets her be so responsive when we need something fixed.
"What's going on, Mark? How's the second bathroom working out?"
"Hey, Ms Brooks, come on in. Yeah, it's working out great. I just wanted to show you something in my bedroom," you say, gesturing for her to lead the way.
She moves past you, walking toward the bedroom, and you pull the gun from your pants, aim at the middle of her back, concentrate a moment, exhale, and pull the trigger.
A beam of energy blasts out of the gun and surrounds Ms Brooks. A flash of light blinds you for a second, and when you can see again, Ms Brooks has changed.
No longer is she the dumpy sexless middle-aged woman from moments before. Now you see a mane of long red hair, sitting atop an absolute bombshell of a MILF wearing a skintight green minidress and matching heels. She couldn't be a day over forty. Her big heart-shaped ass swings with each step she takes toward your room. She stops in the door of your bedroom and turns to look at you, her pretty face smiling lewdly as she wantonly checks you out. Her smoky green eyes, plump red lips, and huge rack stun you as you realize she's exactly what you had pictured.
You rush to your room and close the door behind the two of you.
"So," she says, her voice sultry and smoky. "What is it you wanted to show me in the bedroom? Is there a problem?"
"Yeah."
"Oh no!" she says in mock-shock. "Is it a... big problem?" she asks, cupping your package through your pants.
"You tell me," you say, grabbing her face and sticking your tongue in her mouth. After a moment, you shove her down onto the bed.
She falls onto her back and her legs immediately spread open for you. You pull her thong to the side and begin working her clit with your fingers. She moans and writhes.
"Oh, Mark," she says. "Fuck me, please."
You drop your pants and pull out your dick she immediately wraps her soft hand around it.
"Ohh, baby, I always knew you had a big one. It's soooo perfect. I need it in me." She pulls you to her entrance.
You press the head of your cock against her wetness. You push in an inch or two and quickly pull back out. She moans in disappointment.
"Fuck me, baby, please."
"I don't want to pay rent anymore, Miss Brooks," you say. "I want to live here for free."
"For free?" she says, trying unsuccessfully to fuck her pussy forward onto your cock.
"And in exchange I will fuck you at least once a month."
"Twice a week!"
"Twice a month."
"At least twice a month... and a blowjob," she counters.
"Deal," you say, thrusting your whole length inside your new desperate MILF landlady. Her tight pussy is boiling as you fill it with your cock, and you can feel her whole body shudders as she orgasms. When she finishes, she pushes you back, stands up and shimmies out of her dress. Her tits are huge, her tummy is tight and muscular, her hips flare out enticingly. She gets on her knees and takes you in her mouth. She begins throatfucking herself deep on your cock. After a few minutes, she pulls back and wraps your saliva-covered dick between her giant soft tits and gives you the best titfuck of your life--well, the only titfuck of your life.
You grunt as your balls convulse and start launching hot cords of jism up into her open mouth and all over her face.
"Ohhh, this cum is so yummy. Thank you, Mark! I've been waiting for this for so long," she says as she scoops your cum off her face and sucks it off her fingers.
"Well, free rent. You drive a hard bargain. Although, I guess I should be glad that you do," she says, standing and fluffing her gorgeous red hair with one hand, and picking her dress off the floor with the other. She skips on her high heels into the bathroom. The water runs for a moment.
"So how are we going to decide when we fuck?" she asks opening the door.
"We? I decide when we fuck. I text you, and you come give me that pussy," you say, reaching out and petting her pussy over her thin panties.
She closes her eyes and shudders.
"Okay. But what about for the blowjob? Can I decide when we do that?" she asks.
You grab her around the back of the neck and pull her face towards you. You slip your thumb into her mouth.
"No," you laugh. "When I want my dick sucked, I'll tell you and you'll come running to suck it like a good little slut. Right?"
She just nods and sucks your thumb like it was a dick, working her tongue all over it.
"Good girl. Now get dressed and get the fuck out," you say, dismissing your new whore.
She slips back into her dress.
"Thanks for the fuck, baby. See you soon?" she asks, desperate for another taste of your dick.
"Good night, Miss Brooks."
You hear her leave the apartment.
You collapse back onto your bed and smack your head on something hard.
Ow! What the fuck?
You look, and the gun has returned.
Live-in maidslave
Free rent / superhot MILF desperate for my cock.
You smile.