A tenant in my apt complex offered her body instead of money to pay rent

I haven’t said yes.

But I also haven’t said no.

It’s the third of the month and she is usually late. So I don’t charge her any late fees. Let’s call her Lena.

I was at her place fixing the garbage disposal when she mentioned she was short on rent. She was only in a big tshirt that went down to her middle thigh, that covered her massive titties. She is thick, for sure. And it looks great on her.

I told her, don’t worry, just get it to me when you can.

And then she said it.

“Is there anything else I can do?”

My mind of course raced to bending her over her counter and pulling her hair while pumping her full of cock.

But I push that thought away and say, “maybe some loans? I’m sorry I don’t know. But don’t worry, I’ll waive the fee.”

She looked away and bit her lip.

She is really cute. Round face. Big rim glasses. Short hair. She’s that kind of thick that she could be 20 or 35. I can’t tell.

Stop looking at her.

I changed the subject to the disposal. Telling her how to fix it if it happens again.

She laughed and said, “well, you can always come back and plunge my hole again, right?”

She immediately got red. I simultaneously wanted to hug her but also see her on her knees looking up at my throbbing-I gotta get out of here.

I managed a laugh and said “that’s right, anytime you need, I can come back. Just let me know.”

I was heading to the door when she tried one last time.

“Oh wait!” She said. I turned around and she was walking into her living room towards the tv.

“This is that movie I was telling you about the other day … where is it…”

She bent over digging into a little box of random things. But it wasn’t the box I was looking at. Her shirt rode up and It was the black lace underwear that was just barely keeping her ass in check.

She was really digging for this thing. I unapologetically stared at this beautiful big ass. And when she pivoted slightly, I could see the underside of those breasts I’ve fantasized about. They gently swung underneath her Iron Maiden shirt.

My cock was getting hard. I really need to get out of here.

“Well shit. I can’t find it.” She said as she stood up. She turned around and her face was red again. And I imagined her looking up at me on her back, as we both climaxed in her bed.

“Anyway,” she approached me. “Really sorry about rent again.”

“No problem.” I said. Willing my cock to stop growing in my jeans.

“I just wish there was something I could do …”

She looked up at me. I was close enough to smell her.

After a pause … she spoke again.

“Anything.”

I was about to give it all up, and take every penny from her mouth and pussy.

But my phone rang. Maybe it was god telling me to be a good boy. Maybe it was Mrs Johnson needing me to get her cat from the top of the cabinets again.

It was the Mrs Johnson needing me to get her cat from the top of the cabinets again.

I said goodbye to Lena. Helped Mrs Johnson. Went to my apt on the top floor. Found Lena’s Instagram. With many pictures of her cleavage, curves and smile. Getting harder every second.

Then she texted me. The shock ran through me as if she caught me lusting after her.

I opened the text.

It was a photo.

She was holding the movie, it was a dvd of Edward Scissorhands. But I only noticed that nearly a full minute after staring at the rest of the photo. She was lying on her bed. In the same Iron Maiden t shirt. Her legs were crossed at the bottom of the frame. I could see her thighs. And because of the way she was sitting her shirt was pulled tightly around her breasts. They looked massive. I could see the faintest hint of nipples. She had the cutest most mischievous smile.

Below the picture are the words:

“I know this won’t cover the rent. But maybe a movie night might at least show you how grateful I am that you’re a unicorn landlord…”

I’m not a landlord. I’m just the manager.

I didn’t respond because my hand was around my cock. Pumping furiously. I tried texting with my left hand. But kept deleting. A small part of my brain told me to not engage while horny. DO NOT ENGAGE WHILE HORNY.

She must’ve seen my two attempts to text, because she texted me again.

“Just let me know 😘”

Fuck.

I’m not cut out for this job.