I looked older than my actual age. That’s when I noticed the landlady, Simone, watching me through the window.
She was a lot older than me, but still a total babe. I was a teenage kid with raging hormones. Of course I’d noticed her. Who wouldn’t? She had long blonde hair, huge fake tits, and a killer body. She was always wearing skimpy, revealing clothes. A young boy’s wet dream you could say.
I later found out she was divorced. She married a sugar daddy for his money and used her payout from the property settlement to buy the block of units. Not cool, but I suppose she was set for life.
Usually she’d just hand me my envelope from the door, but that particular day she invited me in for a cold drink. It was hot, so I didn’t think much of it. That’s when she propositioned me. Of course I was shocked, but as I said earlier, I was a horny kid. The thought of getting my dick wet actually excited me.
I was hesitant with my answer, so she was quick to up the ante. I guess she was horny too. She not only offered to pay me double what she already was, she offered to cut my mum’s rent in half. How could I say no to that? I knew how much my mum was struggling.
My mum never found out what I was up to. I know she wouldn’t have liked it. When she’d give me the rent money each week, I’d take half out and gradually feed it back in her purse. I was smart. I’d do small amounts each day. That way she wouldn’t notice. Well if she did, she never said anything.
After I agreed, Simone asked me to take a shower with her. I was kind of freaking out, but I did it. She gave me my first blow job. Over the coming days and weeks, she taught me everything I needed to know about pleasing women. She knew exactly what she wanted and wasn’t afraid to show me. She’d make me do things over and over until I got them right. I guess she made me into the ‘Sex God’ I am today. I can’t complain about that part. The women love me. Not many guys my age would have the experience I have.
Simone got really pissed off when she found out we were moving. I mean really pissed. She screamed, she cried and she smashed things. At first I couldn’t understand why. Looking back now I should’ve seen the signs. Over time things changed; the way she touched me, kissed me, looked at me. I was just a kid, so I didn’t think much of it.
A few nights before we were set to move, she offered me two thousand dollars to spend the night. Of course I said yes, even though I wasn’t too keen on the idea. That’s when it all came to a head. She was riding me, my eyes were glued to her huge fake-arse tits as they bounced around, when suddenly she started to cry. Like sob her fucking heart out.
“Please don’t go,” she begged as she collapsed on my chest. At first I thought it was the sex she was going to miss, I was a sex god after all. Then she confessed she had feelings for me. Hell fucking no. It was a business arrangement. That’s it. I never signed on for any of that other shit. That’s not how I roll. She was a means to an end, nothing more. Not once during our time together did I ever think of her in that way. Needless to say, I lifted her off me and got out of bed. I left the money on the nightstand and hightailed it out of there. It was the last time I saw her.
“You must’ve done a lot of sexual favours if you earned enough money to buy a car,” Indi says in a repulsed tone. Her attitude really gets my back up. Why I feel the need to justify my actions to her, I’ll never know, but for some reason it’s important to me that she understands why I did it.
“I started doing odd jobs for her when I was twelve. I gave half of everything I earned to my mum, the rest I saved. As I said, the sexual favours didn’t start until I was fifteen. Despite what you think, I worked hard for that money. There’s nothing wrong with working hard for what you want.”
“I’m sorry you had to go through that,” she says, her hand reaching
She was a lot older than me, but still a total babe. I was a teenage kid with raging hormones. Of course I’d noticed her. Who wouldn’t? She had long blonde hair, huge fake tits, and a killer body. She was always wearing skimpy, revealing clothes. A young boy’s wet dream you could say.
I later found out she was divorced. She married a sugar daddy for his money and used her payout from the property settlement to buy the block of units. Not cool, but I suppose she was set for life.
Usually she’d just hand me my envelope from the door, but that particular day she invited me in for a cold drink. It was hot, so I didn’t think much of it. That’s when she propositioned me. Of course I was shocked, but as I said earlier, I was a horny kid. The thought of getting my dick wet actually excited me.
I was hesitant with my answer, so she was quick to up the ante. I guess she was horny too. She not only offered to pay me double what she already was, she offered to cut my mum’s rent in half. How could I say no to that? I knew how much my mum was struggling.
My mum never found out what I was up to. I know she wouldn’t have liked it. When she’d give me the rent money each week, I’d take half out and gradually feed it back in her purse. I was smart. I’d do small amounts each day. That way she wouldn’t notice. Well if she did, she never said anything.
After I agreed, Simone asked me to take a shower with her. I was kind of freaking out, but I did it. She gave me my first blow job. Over the coming days and weeks, she taught me everything I needed to know about pleasing women. She knew exactly what she wanted and wasn’t afraid to show me. She’d make me do things over and over until I got them right. I guess she made me into the ‘Sex God’ I am today. I can’t complain about that part. The women love me. Not many guys my age would have the experience I have.
Simone got really pissed off when she found out we were moving. I mean really pissed. She screamed, she cried and she smashed things. At first I couldn’t understand why. Looking back now I should’ve seen the signs. Over time things changed; the way she touched me, kissed me, looked at me. I was just a kid, so I didn’t think much of it.
A few nights before we were set to move, she offered me two thousand dollars to spend the night. Of course I said yes, even though I wasn’t too keen on the idea. That’s when it all came to a head. She was riding me, my eyes were glued to her huge fake-arse tits as they bounced around, when suddenly she started to cry. Like sob her fucking heart out.
“Please don’t go,” she begged as she collapsed on my chest. At first I thought it was the sex she was going to miss, I was a sex god after all. Then she confessed she had feelings for me. Hell fucking no. It was a business arrangement. That’s it. I never signed on for any of that other shit. That’s not how I roll. She was a means to an end, nothing more. Not once during our time together did I ever think of her in that way. Needless to say, I lifted her off me and got out of bed. I left the money on the nightstand and hightailed it out of there. It was the last time I saw her.
“You must’ve done a lot of sexual favours if you earned enough money to buy a car,” Indi says in a repulsed tone. Her attitude really gets my back up. Why I feel the need to justify my actions to her, I’ll never know, but for some reason it’s important to me that she understands why I did it.
“I started doing odd jobs for her when I was twelve. I gave half of everything I earned to my mum, the rest I saved. As I said, the sexual favours didn’t start until I was fifteen. Despite what you think, I worked hard for that money. There’s nothing wrong with working hard for what you want.”
“I’m sorry you had to go through that,” she says, her hand reaching
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