[Realistic][No Image][Sequel] Poppy - No Rent

Walter Matthews gave a heavy sigh, crossing his arms and glaring down at the girl in front of him.

“Look, Mister Matthews I–”

“Poppy... please, can you explain to me why I'm here. Again?”

“...um....” Poppy's cheeks grew flush as she glanced down at her feet.

“Your extra week is up. And you still haven't paid me.”

“Y-yeah... about that –”

“Let's just cut that crap,” Walter rolled his eyes and gave a chuckle, shoving a hand into his pocket as he did, “you've already sucked my cock for an extra week, so I know you're a slut –”

“Ah hey! Excuse me?”

“ – but I've already told you I'm running a business here, so that's not going to work again.” Withdrawing his hand from his pocket, donning a sinister smirk, Walter shoved a pack of condoms into Poppy's ample chest, “So I'll ask you, how much further are you willing to go for one more week?”

“Wha... one week?” Poppy squealed angrily, flicking her eyes between the box of condoms and her landlords smarmy face.

“Might I remind you that I should've already evicted you? Open this place for some that would actually pay me on time. Or rather, would actually pay me, period.”

Poppy flinched at his infallible logic, dropping her gaze to the box in her hands. She chewed over his offer for a few painful seconds, but that was just stalling, she knew she didn't have any other options.

Pulling her shirt off her head with a sigh, Poppy let her bare breasts shake free and waved her landlord after her,

“Bedrooms this way. Don't want you making a mess of my clothes again.” Her grunts were simple, showing zero attempts at her usual, affected pleasantness towards him.

If her landlord wasn't playing games neither was she. She knew what to expect. She didn't like it, but it was a job that had to be done.

Once in her room Poppy pointed at her bed and simply grunted at Walter, ordering him onto her bed while she shimmied out of her tight pants.

Walter equally had zero hesitation at stripping down before sitting on her bed, his massive cock already at half-mast at the mere sight of Poppy's short, curvy form.

Poppy couldn't help twitching in fear at the sight of it, the memory of what it had done to her throat still fresh in her mind. Hell, her throat had only recently gone on the mend, a full week after the ordeal.

A beat later though, Poppy set her shoulders and walked over to the bed, taking a few steps to the side to the bedside table she had, placing the box down before tearing it open and fishing out a condom,

“Lie back, we're doing thing's my way this time.” Poppy sighed, tearing open the wrapper.

Walter just responded with a chuckle before doing as he was ordered.

Poppy couldn't say she appreciated his reaction, she felt like she was being mocked, but she tried to shake that feeling as she stepped between his legs. Reaching down, forcing her way through her own wince, she grabbed hold of his meat and stroked up the impressive length until he was rock hard in her grasp,

“...Can't believe I'm doing this....” Poppy grumbled under her breath, rolling the condom down her landlord's meat with a firm hand as she did.

Spitting on her finger's, Poppy opted to give Walter's meat a few more solid tugs, intending to lube him up as much as possible, and hopefully even bring thing's to a quicker end, although she seriously doubted it would be that easy.

With one more deep, shuddering breath, Poppy crawled onto the bed, straddling Walter's waist, kneeling over his cock. Squeezing her eyes shut, Poppy wrapped her slender fingers around his cock and guided him slowly into her pussy,

“O-oh f-fuck!” Swallowing hard, Poppy started to lower herself down her landlord's cock, his meat stretching her pussy to her limits, her legs shaking at the fact, “T-that's... a lot of – eek!” Before she knew it though, her quivering legs turned to jelly, and she crumpled, slamming her hips down with a yelp, dropping herself across Walter's chest.

“Is this how you're earning your last week of free rent?” The man sneered, clicking his tongue as he did, while slipping a hand under her to give on of her breasts an appreciative squeeze.

“Last...!” Poppy bit her tongue, holding back everything she wanted to shout at him before, taking a deep, calming breath, “Oh, I'll show you... mmphh” With a concentrated grunt, Poppy slammed her wispy arms on either side of the man, bracing herself and slowly working her hips into a rhythm.

“Hmph... that's...more like it!” Walter gave a stunted response, making clear efforts to control his own grunting.

Poppy picked up on his restraint though, and that only pushed her on. She felt like she was going to be split in half, but the mere idea that she could make this pervert eat his words while getting out of a tight spot at the same time, spurred her into bouncing her hips off his with everything she had, sending her tits jumping with every motion,

“S-so, how... about that?” Poppy squeaked, gritting her teeth with the effort of her bounces, her own body betraying her initial ****, sending out a flood of juices from her cunt.

“Less talking... more... hnrg!” Rather than finish his sentence, Walter decided to grab Poppy by the hips, and met each of her bounces with a thrust of his own.

The sudden increase in intensity caught Poppy off guard, and dashed her ideas at 'winning,' frankly there wasn't much she was able to think about, period,

“F-fuck! O-oh, oh, fuuuck!” Poppy's arms started to wobble and her body started to shake as her world started to shake, to say nothing of her bed, but she tried desperately to cling to the singular thought 'keep bouncing.'

Just as the thought entered Poppy's mind that she may have reached her limit and would have to give up, a sudden sharp pain lanced through her sides. Walter had squeezed his fingers into her plush waist, and with a singular grunt, yanked her down his meat. Immediately pushing Poppy over the edge.

Giving a long, drawn out squeal, unable to resist the deep-seated desire, Poppy yowled through her gritted teeth, sending spittle and drool down her chin as she felt a new source of warmth, pounding at the entrance to her womb in staggered bursts, in time with the throbbing of Walter's meat against the walls of her constricted pussy.

Once the throbbing finally stopped, Poppy keeled over, landing back across Walter's chest in a heap, gasping for air.

“That was a good start... but you know what happens next... right?” Walter chuckled,gasping for air, yet not nearly was winded as Poppy was.

“W-wa –ahhh– ait!” Poppy gave a shuddering squeal as she was lifted off Walter's cock, her pussy gaping in the wake of the massive intruder, “J-just... give... me a... minute!”

“No can do sweetheart!” Walter chuckled, peeling off his condom, tying it off, and tossing it on the bed beside Poppy, before rolling on a fresh one in a flash.

“I just... need... a breath.... breather!” Poppy mewled helplessly, attempting to sit up and defend herself.

Before she could however, Walter grabbed her under her knees and **** her legs up against her shoulders, knocking her backwards and pinning her to the bed.

“H-hold on!” Poppy kicked uselessly, with her knees pressed to her shoulders and her arms pinned under them, she couldn't do much, beyond stare up in horror and wiggle her feet beside Walter's shoulders, as he lined up his still still solid shaft, “I-I said we'd do this my wa –eeh!”

With only a simple grunt, Walter pounded down, burying himself completely in Poppy's defenceless pussy.

Poppy ground her teeth together and rolled her head, struggling to even see straight as his massive member began pistoning into her dripping wet hole,

“Slow... slow down!” She squealed out once her eyes began to roll into the back of her head.

In response though, Walter just pressed down on her, folding her even tighter in half and upped his pace, bouncing her off the bed with every thrust.

Poppy had no idea how long her ordeal lasted, but she was suddenly brought back to her senses when Walter let out a sharp groan and slammed balls deep inside her, dropping over her as he did,her legs still squeezed against her shoulders.

“Eeeh... is that.... good...?” Poppy let out a whimper through her clenched teeth, eyes squeezed shut as her pinned legs trembled.

“You... hah... kidding?” Walter sneered, pushing off the bed with a breathless sigh, finally letting Poppy relax.

Although at his words she went tense. Rolling her head to the side, Poppy **** her eyes open and saw Walter fishing for another condom and began to panic. Rolling over and getting onto her shaky hands and knees, Poppy began crawling to the edge of her bed,

“I... never said that–”

Before Poppy could finish, Walter skipped past her, position himself on the bed behind her and grabbed hold of her waist.

“W-wait, no! I'm telling – eeeh!” Poppy let out a yelp as a heavy hand cracked across her plush ass.

Laying out his meat between Poppy's buns, Walter let out a growl before smacking her ass again, enjoying the sight of her jiggling before grunting out,

“I'm getting what I'm owed out of you... one way or another.”

As another crack was swung at her ass, Poppy's arms gave out and she buried her face into her bed with a shuddering gasp.

After a few more strikes, once Poppy's ass was almost entirely a bright, cherry red, her mercy came in the form of Walter lining up his meat with her pussy once more.

“J-just fuck me than!” Poppy mewled. With her attempts at taking charge dashed, the least she could do was at least try to speed things along.

Walter took her plea to heart, leaning over, placing a hand on the back of her head, pressing her against the bed, before thrusting into her, slamming his hips against hers in one rough motion,

“Glad to see you finally taking this seriously!” Taking a moment to give her plush ass a few more, gentler pats with his one free hand, and to knead her plump flesh, Walter gave her a condescending chuckle, “Still got a ways to go though!”

Wrapping his hands around Poppy's, comparatively slender waist, he began bouncing her compact figure against him, in time with his own thrusts.

Poppy didn't have the energy or will to even attempt to resist, in fact she didn't have the presences of mind to do much, she was practically a toy in his grasp at the moment. All the same, she wanted it over, and found the will to at least attempt to rock her hips back to meet Walter's firm thrusts.

It hardly seemed like he noticed her efforts though, or if he did he took them as a challenge, since the more Poppy tried to help out, the rougher he started pulling her.

Eventually Poppy couldn't do it anymore, and just gave out, vowing to let him do whatever he wanted with her, not that she had much of a choice regardless.

Once more, if he noticed the change, Walter didn't show it, his pace just kept a steady rhythm, the sounds of his hips clapping against Poppy's juicy rear end ringing around the room until he finally cut them out with one last push, overlaid with a horny roar.

Despite her lack of energy, Poppy still let out a whimper as he buried inside her and pushed his weight against her. She was painfully aware of the fiery spray pushing against the thin latex film, the last line of defense, in her mind, threatening to burst at any second and fill her womb with his cream.

Her fears were assuaged however when Walter withdrew from her cunt, once again, leaving her gaping in his wake as he tied off yet another condom, tossing it beside her to join the others.

Poppy didn't move from her position, her red ass still pointed skyward as she gasped and gawped at the sight of the balloons filled with cum surrounding her. None seemed any less filled than the others and all looked stretched to their limit. It made her worry, more than ever, about how many times she could let him fuck her before one eventually burst. Although at this point she wasn't sure if she was allowing anything.

It didn't come as a surprise when she found a solid arm wrapped around her waist, or when she was tossed around. She only squeezed her eyes shut and took a deep, grounding breath when she felt Walter lean in, pressing his meat against her ass once again. What did shock her though, was when she felt his arms slip past her stomach then snake around her legs, only a beat before her legs her squeezed back against her shoulders, and a pair of hands were placed behind her head as she was lifted from the bed,

“W-what are you doing to me now?” Poppy squealed, flailing in the grip she was in as she watched in horror as her bed receded beneath her.

Her flailing was even more useless that usual though, her feet were over her head, **** straight up, and her arms squeezed between her legs, neither had any use to her against man holding her from behind, lifting her in the air, and away from anything to even attempt to ground herself with.

In lieu of a proper response, Walter instead started flicking his hips, making blind attempts to find a hole. And then, sending Poppy into a panic, he found one,

“Waitwaitwait! No! Wrong – fuuuck!”

“Mmph, that's tight!” Walter grunted out.

Poppy could practically feel the smile spreading across his face as he started to bounce her up and down, driving her tight ass deeper onto his pole with every motion.

“T-take it out!” Poppy wheezed, frozen in his grasp by a mix of shock and fear of what struggling would do to her already reamed hole, “Wa-wait! Please!” Poppy began to panic as she was given one more sizable bounce, her tits flopping about moments before she was driven deep down her landlord's cock, until he was buried completely up her ass.

Poppy was frozen in a state of shock, the blood drained from her face as she was stuck giving a silent scream, her body rigid in Walter's tight grasp as he slowly started to slide her back up the length of his meat.

Once he started working her at a steady pace however, the last ounces of fight left her, in the form of a barely audible squeak, before she went limp in his grip. The only signs she was still conscious, outside the tears streaming out of her lifeless eyes, was the quivering of her lip, every time she was dropped down to the base of Walter's cock.

With her ass stretched to it's limit, having happened without warning and with an animal level of brutality, Poppy gave up, and allowed her self to be bounced around like an over inflated sex doll. The only sounds filling her bedroom were Walter's grunts and the sounds of her tits flopping against her chest every time she was dropped down his meat.

Poppy hardly even reacted when Walter popped out of her ass prematurely, letting out only a quiet whimper in response. When she was tossed onto the bed she only let out a grunt as the wind was temporarily knocked out of her. She didn't even so much as twitch when her ankles were grabbed and her legs were squeezed together, or when she was dragged to the edge of the bed.

With her knees locked, her thighs squeezed together and her feet hanging over the edge of her bed, Poppy didn't move a muscle when Walter toppled over on top of her, thrust a heavy hand on either side of her, his frame covering her like a canopy. Her only reaction when he re-entered her reamed hole was a shallow gasp and a minute tensing of her neck, but beyond that, she sat there like a fleshlite as he pound away at her.

The minutes passed, filled with the meaty slaps of Walter's hips slapping against Poppy's plump rear end, slowly, but steadily increasing in frequency the longer they went on. Finally, when Walter's breathing got ragged and his pumping had reached peak speed, Poppy stirred to life, Pushing her face into her arms and pushing her ass against him, driving him as deep inside her as he possible could get, just as he gave out a deep, animal roar.

Seconds later Poppy could feel the condom stretching deeper inside of her as it filled with cum, the goo burning hot on her insides, radiating through the thin wrapper, the only shield between her and her insides getting painted a shade of white.

Once he was finally finished dumping his load, Walter collapsed on top of Poppy, pinning the exhausted girl beneath him,

“I think... you've earned... one more week.”