Strap-On Phone Sex The Best Way To Pay Rent

Strap-On Phone Sex is what I had in mind. So, I marched toward my landlord’s office, the leather of my tight dress creaking with each step. Three months behind on rent, with two little girls and a ladyboy counting on me, meant I had no choice but to play dirty today.

The door swung open before I could knock, revealing Mr. Landers, tall and smug. Dressed in his expensive suit and condescending smile. He’d been eyeing my ass since day one. Obviously, he thought himself too good to help a single mother. Today would be different.

“Rita,” he drawled, leaning against his desk. “Here to beg again?”

I smirked, reaching into my purse. “No, Carl. Here to collect.”

His eyes widened as I pulled out the massive black strap-on dildo, buckling it around my waist with deliberate slowness. His confidence wavered, replaced by sudden uncertainty as I sauntered closer.

“You can’t be serious,” he stammered.

“Oh, I’m deadly serious,” I purred, unzipping his pants with practiced fingers. “Consider this payment in advance.”

He protested weakly as I pushed him over the desk, his expensive suit bunching around his thighs. I spat on my gloved hand, rubbing it against his tight hole before pressing the tip of the strap-on against him.

“Relax, sweetheart,” I cooed as he tensed. “You’re going to enjoy this more than I will.”

Strap-On Phone Sex Is How I Take Control

With one firm thrust, I breached him completely, watching his face contort with pain that quickly morphed into something else entirely. He moaned as I began to fuck him properly, my hips moving in a steady rhythm while I slapped his ass hard enough to leave marks.

“Tell me how much you love this,” I demanded, grabbing his hair and pulling back hard.

“I-I love it,” he gasped.

“Louder!” I commanded, increasing my pace until the sound of our flesh meeting filled the room.

“I LOVE IT!” he screamed as I pounded him mercilessly.

By the time I finished, he was a quivering mess, promising not only to forgive the rent but to lower it permanently. As I zipped myself back into my dress, he looked at me with newfound respect—and fear.

“Remember this moment when you think about raising my rent again,” I said sweetly, patting his cheek. “You owe me now, Carl. And I always collect what’s mine.”