My heart is pounding as I realize what I've done. I didn't mean to flash him like that! But now there's no going back... Coming! I call out, trying to sound casual as I quickly pull on a robe and tie it loosely around myself. I take a deep breath before opening the door, hoping he doesn't notice how hard my nipples are poking through the thin fabric. As soon as I see his face, though, all my nervousness disappears. The old perv is leering at me like he's never seen a naked woman before – which isn't surprising considering how prudish he usually is. Ah, Miss Anna, he says in his gravelly voice. I was wondering if we could have a little chat about your overdue rent. I force a smile onto my face and step aside, gesturing for him to come in. Of course, Mr. Johnson. Please, have a seat. He lumbers into my living room, his belly jiggling with each step. It takes every ounce of self-control not to stare at his gut as he sits down on the couch. Instead, I try to focus on what he's saying about the money I owe him...

Mr. Johnson, I really am sorry about the rent. I've been going through some tough times lately and haven't had the funds to pay you. Is there any way we could work something out? His lecherous grin spreads across his face, making my stomach churn. Well, Miss Anna, perhaps there is, he says, leaning forward in his seat. You know, I'm not just here about the money... Before I can ask what he means, he stands up suddenly and starts unbuttoning his shirt. My mouth goes dry when I see the tufts of gray chest hair peeking out from beneath his collar. What are you doing? I manage to croak out, unable to tear my eyes away from his grotesque display. Don't worry, sweetheart, he says, baring his saggy breasts. This won't take long. With shaking hands, I reach for my own zipper and lower my robe, revealing my bare chest underneath. Please, sir, I whisper, taking a step closer to him. I'll do anything to pay off this debt.

Despite my revulsion towards him, my body betrays me. Moisture pools between my legs as I watch his wrinkled nipples harden under my gaze. I'm so turned on by you, Mr. Johnson, I confess, taking another step closer. Can I please suck on them? His eyes light up with perverse delight. Oh yes, dearie, he says, nodding eagerly. And maybe more than just those. Without further hesitation, I drop to my knees and wrap my lips around one of his sagging breasts, sucking greedily as I start to undo his pants. Inside, I find his thick cock already hardening. I take it in my hand and begin stroking it slowly, feeling the veins pulsing against my palm. Than I start to suck it. That's it, baby girl, he groans. Take care of daddy. The taste of his precum makes me shiver, but I don't stop. I take him deeper into my mouth, loving the feel of his filthy flesh sliding down my throat. As I bob my head up and down, my other hand slips between my legs, rubbing my clit in time with my rhythm. It's disgusting, degrading... but also incredibly hot.

I'm so close, Mr. Johnson, I moan around his cock. Please, may I cum? He laughs, a cruel sound that sends shivers down my spine. Cum all you want, darling, he says, reaching down to grope my ass. Just remember who made it happen. And with that, I explode in orgasm after orgasm, my screams muffled by his foul flesh. My landlord follows suit shortly after, filling my mouth with his seed as I continue to stroke him until he finally releases. When it's over, we both collapse onto the floor, panting heavily. For a moment, we stare at each other in silence. Then he smiles and pats my head fondly. There now, wasn't that better than paying rent? I swallow his semen without protest, my cheeks burning with shame and arousal. Yes, sir, I whisper, pulling my robe back on. Thank you.