Your Money or Your Mouth: Part 2
by Stormbringer


Two Weeks later, Heather stumbled home from work, exhausted. Mr Potter,
her landlord, was waiting for her outside his apartment.


"Your rent's due," he said.


Heather had just paid for all her text books and had no money. She still
hadn't been able to get her car out of the garage. She couldn't look
Potter in the face as she asked, "I don't have the money. I was hoping
you'd let me get by if I sucked you off again." She couldn't believe
that she had just asked to suck him off. The last time he had left her
with no choice, but now she was offering him her mouth. 


"Why you little cock-slut," laughed Potter. "You want to suck me off
again don't you?"


Heather didn't answer him, but her nipples popped out and her vagina
started gushing when he called her a cock-slut. Why did her body respond
like when he degraded her? The truth was, she did want to suck him off
again. Heather had thought of Mr Potter's cock everyday since she had
first seen it. She had quit sucking Jack's cock as it just wasn't as
rewarding and he was never able to get hard again enough to fuck her
afterwards.


"Ok, deal," said Potter, "but this time you have to be naked and you
have to strip in front of me."


The thought of the old man seeing her nude, disgusted and horrified
Heather, but she nodded. She had been to skinny as a pre-teen and had
always been insecure. She had gained weight in all the right places, but
her breasts had grown unusually large and she thought she looked
top-heavy. "When do you want payment?" she asked.


"Right now, slut," he said. She was moving to come into his apartment,
but he stopped her. "Go shower first, you stink, and wear something sexy
when you come back."


Meatloaf night again, she thought smelling her uniform. Heather nodded
and walked up the stairs to her apartment. She stripped and entered the
shower. She thought about what she was about to do with her landlord.
Her women's studies teacher had said that all sex is rape and that men
force women to prostitute themselves, even husbands. It shamed her to
think that she was prostituting herself, but she shivered with
excitement at the thought.


Heather dried herself off and fixed her hair. She didn't have much money
and couldn't afford new clothes. She didn't have anything really sexy to
wear and settled on a sweater that showed off  half an inch of skin
around her waist. She dressed and hurried downstairs.


Potter was naked except for a pair of Superman boxer shorts. He sat in
his chair reading a comic book about a blonde super-heroine with the IQ
of a fruit fly. She had gigantic boobs and always found herself getting
fucked by the super-villains she was fighting against. His young
tenant's knock interrupted his reading.


"Come on in slut," he called. He watched Heather come in. "You call that
sexy, you dumb bitch." She wasn't showing off her navel or her legs. 


"This is all I have," she responded a little upset that he wasn't happy
with her outfit. 


"It's ok," he said trying to cheer her up. "You'll just have to hurry up
and get naked then. You can start by taking your sweater off." 


Heather started to pull her sweater over her head, then she saw the
light switch. She automatically reached out and turned it off. 


"What the fuck!" screamed Potter. "Turn that damn light back on." His
tenant switched the light back on seeming a little scared by his
outburst. "You come over begging to suck my cock and you think you can
do it in the dark. Now take off your fucking sweater." 


Heather leaped to obey him pulling her sweater over her head. She
quickly moved her arms across her breasts. 


Potter briefly noticed a bulky, ratty, old bra before she covered up her
breasts. Her waist was slim and her stomach was flat. "Now slowly
unbutton your jeans and pull them off." 


Heather noticed the big "S" on the front of his superman boxer shorts
was starting to tent and she found herself craving to see his cock
again. She unbuttoned her jeans and slowly unzipped them. 


Potter couldn't believe the body on this young eighteen year old girl.
He watched her big boobs dangle down as she struggled to get the jeans
down over her hips. When she was down to just her bra and panties, she
straightened back up covering her underwear with her hands. "Now take
off your bra and leave your fucking hands down at your sides." 


Heather unhooked her bra and gulped as she removed it. Standing topless
in a well lit room for the first time with a man. She struggled not to
cover up her breasts. She heard a tearing sound and looking at Potter,
she saw that his mighty cock had ripped through the velcro on the front
of his underwear. It somehow seemed appropriate for that cock to be
rising up from the superman emblem.


Potter felt like an angel was standing topless before him. No wonder you
can always see her nipples, he thought, looking at the fat, inch long,
rock hard, rods. They look like miniature cocks, he thought. Her breasts
were huge and firm. Her areola were as big around as a coke can, cone
shaped and topped off by her long flagpole nipples. Her nipples were
upthrust proudly, one pointed a little to the left and the other to the
right. "Take them panties off bitch," he said. "I want to see you
naked." 


Tears started rolling down Heather's cheeks as she pulled down her
panties revealing her naked body to the old man. 


Potter just about died when he saw that she was a natural blonde. He
heard her sob, taking his eyes off her boobs and her pussy for a second.
"Why are you crying?" 


"Because I'm a freak," she replied sobbing. 


"Your the most beautiful bitch I've ever seen," he said. "Turn around."
Potter made a circling motion with his finger. 


"I don't believe you," she replied, but she circled around for him. 


"You stupid slut, you don't know how lucky you are." he said looking at
her tight ass. "I've seen dozenss of pornos, fucked hundreds of sluts,
and none of the women have ever compared to you." Of course in forty
years, those nipples will be hanging down past your navel, he thought.
Shame they can't stay young forever. "Come here." 


Heather assumed it was time and she walked over towards his spread legs.
Her knees wobbled as she fell to them before his super-cock. Her
landlord shoved a comic in her face. The woman on the page, had large
boobs and big pointy nipples. Her breasts seemed too big for her body
and...  "She looks like me!" said Heather surprised. 


"Yes Heather," said Potter pulling the comic away. "The artist drew a
perfect woman. Your body is perfect." He thought that the truth dawned
on her a little as she seemed to brighten up. Time to bring her down a
notch. "Now I've never had a perfect woman prostitute herself to me for
a blow job before. Get sucking." 


Heather wanted nothing more at that moment then to have his cock in her
mouth again. She bent forward and kissed his cock head. She grabbed it
and struggled to get his boxers off, but she couldn't bend his cock
enough and she gave up. The opening on the boxers was quite long and she
pulled it open and pushed it under his testicles, so that his entire
cock and balls were freed.
 

Potter could swear he heard a contented purr come from her throat as she
locked her lips around his cock. She hadn't forgotten anything from last
time and she was actually getting better. He was sixty years old and his
cock had gotten hundreds of women to fuck and suck him. Heather was on
her second blow job and already she was in the top 5%. He let her suck
on it for about fifteen minutes before saying, "You sexy whore. "You
love sucking on that big cock don't you." She didn't answer and he
grabbed the back of her hair and pulled her head back. "I said, you love
sucking on my cock don't you." 


Heather was more pissed for being interrupted then for having her hair
pulled. "Yes, you bastard," she said, wiping spit from her mouth. "I
love sucking on your cock." Potter released her and she immediately
returned her attention to his cock. 


Potter let her suck him off, loving the sight of her lips wrapped around
his thick shaft. When she came up for air, he said, "Am I bigger then
that big ape your dating?" 


"His little penis is a worm compared to yours," she said without
thinking. Heather suddenly felt guilty for betraying Jack. 


"His little worm doesn't satisfy you does it?" 


"No, it does" she said, knowing it was a lie and knowing that Potter
knew it also. "I love him." 
Heather wanted to stop the conversation, so she returned to sucking him
off. 


"Tell me what's on your mind whenever you catch your breath." 


Heather didn't know what he meant, but the next time she came up for
air, she said, "God, I love you big cock." and the next time, "I wish
Jack had a cock this big." 


Heather watched Potter lean forward. He reached out for her breasts. She
tensed up waiting for him to roughly paw at them, like Jack did.
Instead, she felt a gentle caress move down the curve of her breast and
he gently took her nipple between his fingers and ran them up and down
like he was jacking off her nipple. A wave of electricity shot through
her body and she moaned at his touch. He caressed her breasts for a long
time before moving both hands up to her shoulders. She moaned as he
began massaging her shoulders. His cock was growing, seeming to tremble
in her mouth and she knew he was getting close, so she increased her
pace. His hand moved up to the nape of her neck and began rubbing it.
She felt him tense up and she knew he was about to cum. Heather backed
up, but the hand on her neck clamped down holding about half his cock in
her mouth. Heather swore she could feel the vein pulsing in her mouth
and the pee-slit open on the swollen head of his cock. 


His sperm burst into her mouth, filling it with the first blast. She was
surprised at how hot it was as it slid down her throat filling her
belly. More blasts came, overflowing her mouth until sperm trickled down
her chin, leaking out of her cock filled mouth. The blasts stopped, but
more sperm poured out of the tip like a hose watering a garden. She
realized that he had stopped holding the back of her neck and that she
had continued trying to suck up more of his sperm into her belly. She
didn't take her mouth off his cock until she was sure, she had sucked
out every last drop. When he was done, embarrassed, Heather quickly
threw her jeans and sweater on, running for the door. 


"Your rent's just gone up Heather," he called out to her. "From now on
you have to do this once a week." 


"I understand," she said weakly before running from his apartment.


  
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