Get some sleep

Gina surprised herself at the control she took over the two young boys. She was certain they didn’t have a clue as to how they were going to get paid, yet neither seemed to object. She was definitely going to enjoy having the two young play toys at her disposal. She envisioned a multitude of scenarios she could create with the two boys. By the end of the summer, she would have them transformed into “fucking” studs.

In the meantime, Gina realized she would have to change the appearance of her apartment. The recent series of events had transformed her gloomy, self-pity, frame of mind, into a cheerful, happy-go-lucky, self-confident mindset. She, still with the towel wrapped about her body, proceeded to clean the apartment. She straightened up the living area, wiped down the kitchen, and sorted the dirty laundry scattered about her room. She was going to make the best of what she had. Having to work tomorrow, Gina made sure she had work clothes washed, and ready.

Gina went to bed, and slept through the night, tossing and turning as she dreamt of different men and different cocks, fucking her tight little pussy. She rode every cock to glorious climaxes, as each one pulsed inside her hungry hole. The dreams seemed so vivid, as Gina thrashed about. She startled herself awake, only to find her own hand buried deep in her clenching pussy as her free hand diddled her throbbing clit. She had been masturbating in her sleep.

As her eyes adjusted to the early morning light, and the sleepy fog had cleared, Gina shrieked at the realization that Mr. Cohen, the landlord, was sitting in a chair at the foot of the bed. He had been admiring the naked beauty while she drifted through her dream. He had apparently let himself in, since she didn’t lock the door, and planted himself in the chair at the foot of the bed. Gina reflexively reached for the comforter, bunched at the bottom of the bed, feebly attempting to cover her nudity. Mr. Cohen was too quick, however, snagging the downy throw, he pulled it towards him till it fell on the floor, leaving Gina helplessly exposed.

“Ah, don’t be shy,” he commented. “I’ve already seen you. No use hiding under covers any more.”

His snicker sent a shiver up Gina’s spine and raised the tiny hairs along her neck. She could feel her nipples pucker even tighter than they already were. She wondered how long he had been there, and also wondered how long she had been masturbating, with him watching.

“Good dream or early morning tension relief?” he inquired.

Gina stuttered a meekly response, embarrassingly admitting to the realistic dream. She sat still, knees drawn to her chest, arms locked around them, peering over the mountain tops created by her knee caps. Little did she realize, she offered a wonderful view of her furrowed folds, still damp with her wetness, to the voyeur at the foot of the bed. She worried what her landlord had in store for her, noting that she had forty minutes to get ready for work. Nonchalantly glancing downward, Gina became very aware of the now familiar bulge in Mr. Cohen’s trousers. Gina’s corrupted mind immediately envisioned the fat prick filling her insides as in her dream. She couldn’t stop the tingling sensation in her loins, feeling the wetness pool and seep once again. Her face flushed as the imaginary pictures flashed before her eyes.

Gina gave in to her body’s needs. She loosened her arms, allowing her knees to part, opening her up to the landlord’s gaze. “I do have to get ready for work,” she paused and smiled mischievously, “but, I could make a rental payment!”

Mr. Cohen wasted no time, stripping down until he too was naked. He hopped onto the bed, pinning Gina beneath him and immediately stroked his shaft along her moist slit. Gina was moaning in no time, already primed from her early morning ministrations. With a heavy grunt and a forceful thrust, the landlord’s cock was rammed into the enveloping flesh. Gina groaned as the air was **** from her lungs, delighted by the full feeling between her legs. Gina welcomed his hot mouth on her aching tits, which he mauled appreciatively. Gina was quickly cresting on a pleasant orgasm, when her lover hoisted her legs over his broad shoulders, rolling her ass up off the bed. His cock was sliding across her clit now as he plunged into her, deeper than ever before. Fireworks exploded in Gina’s head as she saw stars swirling about her determined companion. Her body thrashed beneath his strong form, her legs locking stiff as she held on to his arms for support during her roller coaster ride of bliss.

Mr. Cohen was also nearing the brink of explosion as he eagerly fucked the, now willing tenant. This is not what he had expected, and not what he had in mind for this morning. However, Mr. Cohen was not about to pass up such a glorious opportunity. The sweat was beading on his forehead as he panted heavily, feeling his balls slap against the upturned ass. His cock felt as if there were a velvet gloved hand wrapped around it, squeezing it and milking it of its nectar. Within moments, he grunted as his cock throbbed, pulsing with every heartbeat. Seconds later the fire hose filled with his seed, building up pressure behind the raging purple head, until the gasket popped open. Jets of hot liquid propelled through the opening, slathering against the quivering walls of Gina’s pussy.

Gina screamed in glee as her body erupted with the warm glow only associated with a man’s warm protein. She shuddered through a series of orgasms, which slowly subsided as her landlord continued fucking into her flooded cavern. Gina could feel the massive flesh displacing the copious amount of fluid deposited there, forcing some to leak from the tight seal her pussy made around the cock. The thick liquid oozed across her puckered anus, tickling the tight ring, as it traveled down to pool on the sheets beneath her.

The two lay together in a post-orgasmic haze recovering from their early morning exercise. Gina jumped up realizing she had just wasted her morning prep time and scrambled to get dressed for work. She grabbed a pair of panties and a cotton bra before reaching for her skirt and blouse, which lay neatly by the dresser.

Mr. Cohen, still lying naked in Gina’s bed, reprimanded her, “No panties and no bra!” He rolled over onto his side as he watched Gina’s face contort.

“But I have to go to work. I thought you meant while I’m here.” Gina stood motionless, silently seeking approval to continue getting clothed for work. “I can’t go to work like that. I’ll lose my job!”

Mr. Cohen’s face grew stern as he repeated, “No panties and no bra.”

Gina’s eyes watered as she reluctantly shed out of her panties and bra, redressing with just the black skirt and white cotton blouse. She stood before Mr. Cohen finally getting his appreciative grin and nod before rushing out the door and down the steps in order to catch the bus. She left the landlord in her bed, in her bedroom, in her apartment, without her!