Discovered

953 Days

Amanda had a modeling gig the next day. You dug into her hamper. All her panties smelled of pussy, a sign of how talented a bull Shamar was. You slipped on a silky pink thong and put on some music. You got lost in the music, twerking your ass.

"The fuck?" A loud, deep voice boomed out. You were startled. Your panties were halfway down your thighs, exposing your round ass and nutless sac. It was the landlord, Larry. 6'8 and 450 pounds, balding and with a sallow, mottled complexion. He was pushing 50.

"Y-y-you shouldn't be here," you stammered. He snorted.

"You should review the lease renewal more carefully. I was coming by to let you know I'm doubling the rent. But you know, I've been seeing your girl with Shamar. Maybe she'd help you out, she's obviously available ..." You swallowed hard.