Check if he is alive

You suppress your urge to panic, choosing to remain calm and think straight. You are unable to visually assess the situation through your blindfold, so you try to listen for your landlord's breathing instead. You still don't hear anything, but your mind calms somewhat as you realize you can still feel his chest rising up against you.

If he's breathing then he's still alive.

You make another attempt to nudge him off, using all your strength to tilt your body sideways so that he lands on his shoulder on the sofa next to you. You struggle to squirm up to your knees as you continue listening attentively. Moments later you start to hear him snore loudly; probably due to the new position you shoved him in.

Did he seriously fall asleep on top of you?

Your very first instinct is to shake him awake. Except your arms are still bound, so instead you headbutt his general direction - hoping to hit him in his chest. "Hey! Wake up!", you call out as you accidentally slam your forehead right into his crotch; his wang wetly colliding with your cheek.

You hear a loud 'Oomph!' as your regrettably-aimed headbutt seems to have finally woken your landlord from his slumber. You feel him moving around on the sofa, likely sitting up straight. "Wuah? Oh sweet Jesus!", you hear him say, before you quickly feel his hands on the sides of your head. "I'm sorry, Marlow. You really tuckered me out".

Suddenly your vision returns as he pulls the blindfold from your eyes. It instantly shatters the last remnant of excitement you felt, as you catch a full glimpse of the nude, elderly body of someone you almost forgot you hated. You exhale sharply, also slightly annoyed that he gave you such a fright. He doesn't seem to notice, leaning over to untie the bindings around your wrists as well. "It's been a long time since I came inside a woman", he adds matter-of-factly.

"I asked if that was that enough to pay for the whole year?", you remind him, your voice a lot less sultry this time.

"Oh. Uh, I wouldn't go that far", he answers as he frees your arms. "You're definitely off the hook for last month, however!"

You rub your right wrist with your left thumb, looking around at the state of things. Your breasts are still spilling out of your corset, and you're dripping his cum all over the couch, and into the panties that are still wrapped around your legs. Some mixture of regret and shame is setting in strongly.

"Last month? What about this month?", you ask. You hadn't really decided yet if you ever wanted to do this again, and maybe you'd soon be making enough money that it wouldn't even be necessary. Still, since you went that extra mile by riding him to orgasm you felt like a little extra reward was in order.

"Sure, this month too", your landlord relents, finally freeing you fully. You readjust your clothing, tucking your tits back into the corset and pulling your panties up to cover your leaking pussy. You figure you'll just take a shower back in your apartment, since you're pretty eager to leave.

When you finish up by putting your shoes back on you **** yourself to look at the old man for a second, unsure whether to thank him or wait for him to thank you. He's still sitting naked on the sofa, his head lowered while idly rubbing his crotch. You decide to just turn away from him and head towards the door. "Uh. Well, goodnight!", you call out.

"Yes. Goodnight! T-that was... that was great!", you hear him reply in kind. He seems to be even more ashamed than you are, so you simply open the door to step back into the apartment hallway.

You're relieved to find no-one around to spot you leaving, so you hurry back up the stairs and head into your own apartment room. You feel icky, and you're pretty sure that's not just because of the semen between your legs.

You step inside and slam the door shut behind you, hurrying to rid yourself of your attire once more. After you've fully undressed and kicked your soaked panties aside, you step into the shower and make sure to thoroughly clean out whatever filth your landlord squirted into you.

You're nearly finished cleaning yourself when you hear your mobile phone ring from the living room; indicating someone is trying to call you. You hastily grab a towel and start drying yourself off, but by the time you reach it the ringing has stopped. A quick glance on the screen indicates that people had been trying to call you this evening while you were at your landlord.

{if gangbang=1}You recognize one of the numbers as belonging to Candy, the girl you met in the shower the other day. But there's also another unrecognized number, and you wonder who it could be.{else}Your phone doesn't seem to recognize the number however, making you wonder if you should bother to call them back.{endif}