MJ's not in control of her home

A Month until Homeless
Her Landlord, Mr. Ditkovich, seemed pleased and disappointed when she told him she was moving out in a month's time. She'd appeared at his door that morning before going to her apartment to take a two hour nap and change for work. Norman's cum was still dripping off of her chin and in her exhausted state she hadn't fastened her jacket properly.

She assumed he was disappointed she would not be around for him to ogle at. But why pleased?

That mystery was slowly revealed when she arrived home and couldn't get in. The lock already changed? She headed down to where Mr. Ditkovich stayed and passed her Landlord's daughter. Ursula looked MJ up and down with an amused look, before leaving. Weird, Mary-Jane thought to herself. She could hardly remember a time when she didn't see Ursula at Mr. Ditkovich's, except for when MJ was dating Pete and he invited Ursula to coffee with them.

After she knocked on Mr. Ditkovich's door, the Eastern European man opened the door, looking ready to argue with a tenant, but when he saw who it was, he stood up straighter and sneered.

Apparently there were complaints about her behaviour, so it was uncertain if she might be trying something with ending her lease. So Mr. Ditkovich had had her locks changed. No, she wasn't getting a key. She would need to come to him to be let into the apartment.

Reaching there, she found out the water and power had been switched off. Which was also part of the overall response to the complaints and her oddly timed declaration to leave. If she wanted to wash, she could come to Mr. Ditkovich and use his bathroom. And if she wanted to use his electricity to charge/power her phone, laptop, other items... she would need to work for it.

The maid uniform was skimpy as is, but with no underwear, she would look like a whore in it. She suspected that was the point, and Mr. Ditkovich's leering was enough to tell her that that was indeed the case.

"It is looking like you want shower. You will be coming down now?" His hands cupped her ass and Mary-Jane moaned, the vibrator in her pussy still causing a constant throb of pleasure in her.

After she nodded, Mr. Ditkovich guided her to his apartment and bathroom, where all her toiletries were already waiting. Stripped and stood under the shower, the scrape of a chair finally alerted the naked redhead to the fact Mr. Ditkovich hadn't left her alone, he was watching her.

Too horny from being teased by a sextoy for hours, Mary-Jane gave in and put on a show. She knew it wouldn't be the last, it would be a virtually daily think for the next few weeks.

With her first orgasm came the clarity that... she would have done something like this for Mr. Ditkovich sooner if she weren't friendly with Ursula.

If... if I had... uhn... done this sooner then my life would be no different here than when I move in with Norman. It seemed that she had already subconsciously surrendered to her fate.

Nothing in the deal he presented said she had to fuck him. But she did.

She had enough braincells to plug her phone and laptop in to charge, but everything else melted away as her lust for men having power over her turned her into a mewling fuckbitch.

Mr. Ditkovich licked her, as if marking her just washed skin as his. His hands gripped and sampled her curves while her dripping cunt made stains on the floor she would be cleaning in the near future.

Finally he pushed her onto her knees and held out what she wanted; a hard, fat, cock to suck.

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