My Girlfriend Fucks My Landlord

DISCLAIMER: This is a cuckold story told from the POV of the man getting cucked with his GF sucking and fucking in front of him cheating for a money arrangement.

Though the couple go to the Landlord with the proposition, doing it to stay in the apartment is technically **** and technically ****. It has ****, ****, cucking, and cheating. You have been warned.

I love my girlfriend.

Lacey is hot.

She's fit, in shape, to the point she's got abs but just a little fat to make that body jiggly when she rides where she eats enough to have nicely shaped titties, hips, an ass with just the tiniest bit of cellulite under a squatted peach.

She used to have long dark hair all the time but after some asking me what I liked she cut it short like a tomboy and messed it up a little, and boom. Hottest sexiest girl in the fucking world.

Maybe it was the fact I was balls deep in her more often than getting to work on time but after one day I got so horny I said fuck it, didn't say I was sick, fucked Lacey all day and passed out beside her, I got messages from my pissed off boss and fired.

I wasn't worried because I had friends to maybe help get a job, but after weeks, and the first month of rent already looking scary for what we had left, and her having lost her job and I dunno, something about arrogance that we'd get it somewhere... we were quickly panicking.

After a few days of the glow of just fucking with the free time, we were happy but things got sad and worrying. Anxiety kicked in, I messaged, I got bad news about people not working where I thought they did any more, rejections applying, and finally-

Panic.

I talked about going back to my parents, but when floating mentioning going back they hinted somewhere about the job and I realised I couldn't tell them. It was... too much shame. Besides, we were in another city. Trying to make it work here. This was where we had to get something else.

And then he knocked.

He was an asshole. Always.

Obviously, given he was one of the ugliest fucking men you'd ever seen in your life.

Fat, wearing unfitting tank tops and cargo shorts and making no effort to even shave or do something about his balding head.

He was curt.

'Give me the fucking money'

'No I can't fucking fix that if you want me to call it'll take fucking months to even find an opening'

'Holy fuck is that your girl? How'd you land a bitch like that-'

And there it was. I remembered.

I was panicking, drowning, and we were worried underneath it all. She applied, I applied, talking until we'd exhausted all our friends... and then when I finally messaged my parents outright telling them everything, they flat-out told me they didn't even have a room. That they already had people living there selling the room to them to help make a little extra money. I didn't want to disturb whoever, and I can't imagine the turn-off of my girl having to live on a couch with my parents.

So I got this idea. Stupid idea. I hid it though.

Until... well...

We were fucking and the thought popped into my head. And again. And then finally it all got too much to bear.

I gulped, and sitting on the couch with her drinking water to replenish fluids, dressed casual in her crop top and jeans, I floated it past her.

"Hypothetically... aghh... if we needed money to stay and uh... you know." I gulped. "Ted found you hot. And he was gonna kick us out if we didn't have the money. Uhh... You know."

She blinked at me. She crossed her arms and frowned at me. "What?"

I shrugged. "I'm worried, Lacey. We need this place. And I mean... I don't think we can stay at my parents'. And... you know." I rubbed my neck. "If you want your modelling career to take off or your stream or whatever. Dreams of being an actress. Not to- to make it seemed like I'm saying that stuff is like frivolous I just mean... you know. I want to make you happy and... uh... I know that no matter how much we love each other... it's better for us to be here for our careers. You know?"

She was silent for a while.

Gears turned in her head.

Her mouth moved.

She sighed.

"Yes." She said. "Fuck. You're right. If we move back we- I don't wanna disturb them and there wouldn't be enough room... people... people do stuff like this all the time right? Like, arrangements?"

I nodded. "I uh I think so..."

She nodded and cursed. "I need to think about it. I mean it's crazy but- you know. I'll think. There's no way he'll- he'll understand."

We both knew that he wouldn't. He didn't seem charitable, and outright said it all the time. He was... an asshole.

And not to help, this asshole was fucking ugly. I was 100% sure that was why.

All I could think of is that maybe it would make him a good mark you know, susceptible...

And then he knocked again.

This was the end of the month, we hadn't paid, and he was knocking.

I looked at Lacey, she stared back with the fear I must have had.

She put a finger up and then went close. "Shit. S- stall! Stall. I've got an idea. Get him in and talk to him and don't let him leave."

And I opened the door.