My Female Tenants Paid Me with Blowjobs

Moving two strangers into my apartment was a decision born of fear. The mortgage was squeezing my neck, my hours at work had been cut, and there came a moment when I had to choose between keeping up with the house payments and continuing to eat something other than cheap pasta. So I advertised two spare rooms and prepared to share my space with whoever came along.

I'm reserved, one of those guys who listens more than he talks and takes a while to feel comfortable even around pleasant people. That's why I took the interviews very seriously. I wasn't looking for models or absurd fantasies; I wanted peaceful cohabitation, clear accounts, and the feeling that I wouldn't regret opening the door.

In the end, I chose two adult women who gave me a good feeling from the first day. The first was Nadia, a sales clerk at a technology store and a video game fanatic, with a deep laugh and loose T-shirts that gave almost nothing away about her body. The second was Elisa, a graduate student in healthcare, disciplined, quick to speak, and possessed of the kind of boldness that appears when an intelligent person has already sized up the one standing in front of her.

My friends, of course, took ten minutes to turn my financial situation into a sexual joke. According to them, I was a lucky bastard living with two beautiful women. Reality was much less spectacular: shared dinners, turns in the bathroom, shows at night, and piles of laundry.

The naughtiest thing that happened to me during the first few months was taking their panties and bras out of the washing machine. At first, it did turn me on. Seeing Nadia's full cups, imagining how they filled out beneath those loose T-shirts, and then comparing that lingerie with Elisa's much lighter underwear—she wore tight clothes without shame, showing off her cleavage—awakened a curiosity I kept trying to suppress.

With time, even that became routine. Living together started to feel natural. We cooked together, argued over silly television-show details, and, on some nights, Nadia and I would stay on the couch playing games while Elisa studied at the dining-room table with her legs tucked up on the chair and a high ponytail exposing her neck.

Everything changed one afternoon when I came home earlier than usual and found the door unlocked. I went in thinking one of them had forgotten and heard muffled crying at the end of the hallway. It was coming from Nadia's room.

I found her facedown on the bed, crying angrily. When I sat beside her and touched her shoulder, she turned her face toward me with swollen eyes and blurted out the news between curses: she'd been fired. Without warning, without any serious reason, simply because the manager wanted to bring someone else in.

I stayed with her for quite a while. I let her vent all her anger, curse her bosses, and repeat that it wasn't fair. When she finally calmed down, she hugged me tightly. I felt her breasts pressing against my torso, and I was embarrassed to feel that instant pull in my crotch while I tried to comfort her.

Nothing happened that day. Or the next. Or the following week. But her situation got worse. She sent out résumés, went to interviews, waited for calls that never came, and started getting tense whenever the end of the month approached.

One afternoon, while Elisa was out, Nadia came into my room and closed the door. I was reading in bed. She stood there for a few seconds, her hands clasped in front of her stomach, biting her lip.

—I need to talk to you —she said.

She made it clear right away that she wouldn't be able to pay me the following month. I told her what seemed obvious to me: not to worry, she could catch up when she found work. She refused. She said she didn't want to feel kept, that she needed to give me something in return.

—I already cook, clean, and do things around the house, but I feel like it isn't enough —she murmured.

—Nadia, seriously, it's fine.

She took a deep breath, looked me in the eyes, and blurted out the sentence.

—I can pay you by sucking your dick.

I froze. I thought I'd heard wrong. But I hadn't. She repeated it with her face red, not looking away, as if the shame were burning her cheeks without taking away her determination.

I tried to reject the offer. Not because I didn't want it—just imagining her mouth on my cock already had my erection throbbing beneath my pants—but because it seemed like a dangerous line to cross. She insisted. She said it was her decision, that there was no coercion, that she'd rather do that than feel like a burden, and that, besides, she knew perfectly well I'd gone too long without sex.

—Just oral —she clarified—. No complications, no drama. I pay, and that's it.

The tension hung between us for a few seconds. In the end, I nodded slowly.

—Only if you're completely sure.

—I am.

She came over to the bed and sat beside me. Then she lowered her hand to my lounge pants. She looked at me one last time, perhaps giving me a chance to stop her, and pulled the fabric down. I was already hard beneath my boxers. She moistened her lips when she saw the bulge and slid my underwear down until my cock was exposed.

It was the first time either of us had seen the other naked, and that detail made the whole thing even more exciting. Nadia smiled, shy but curious.

—It's a pretty one —she whispered.

—Don't lie just to make me feel good.

—I'm not lying.

Then she knelt between my legs and, without any more talking, stuck out her tongue and slowly ran it over the tip. That first contact made me exhale through my nose. Then she licked my entire shaft, went down to my balls, and came back up with a calmness that seemed practiced. When she finally took my cock into her mouth, the wetness of her lips drew a low moan from me.

Nadia didn't use her hands at first. Just her mouth and tongue. She sucked me slowly, swallowing a little more each time, easing off and sinking back down over me while her eyes rose to seek my reaction. Feeling her like that, kneeling in front of my bed and sucking me with that mixture of embarrassment and determination, drove me wild.

—Fuck... —I murmured.

She pulled my cock out a few inches and smiled.

—That sounds like I'm doing well.

She put it back in her mouth. This time she went deeper. Her tongue curled beneath the glans and then squeezed with her lips as she moved upward. I had to grip the sheet so I wouldn't thrust her head with the impulse. The fact that all this had started with a conversation about bills seemed as absurd as it was arousing.

I put one hand in her hair without forcing her. She didn't pull away; on the contrary, she let me guide her a little as she began to pick up the pace. Her mouth was hot and wet, swallowing me in long strokes that filled my stomach with tension.

—If you keep that up, I'll come quickly —I warned her.

Nadia looked up at me, pulling away just far enough to speak.

—Come in my mouth. If I'm going to pay, I'll pay in full.

Those words finished me. She sucked me again with determination, faster and tighter, and it didn't take long before I tensed my thighs and unloaded. I came inside her mouth in several successive pulses, feeling her swallow without pulling away. When I was finished, she gave me a couple of slow licks, cleaning the tip.

She stood up, wiped the corner of her mouth with her thumb, and said, as if she'd paid by bank transfer:

—Well. This week is covered.

I was still dazed, my cock sensitive and my head spinning.

—Did you like it? —she asked.

—Very much.

—Good. I liked feeling you come too.

She left my room and left me staring at the door, still unable to believe it.

***

The strangest thing was that our living arrangement didn't fall apart. The next day, the three of us had breakfast as usual. Nadia asked if I wanted coffee. Elisa mentioned an anecdote from school. And I, who the night before had emptied my cum into my tenant's throat, could barely hold my mug without remembering her mouth on my cock.

Nadia kept it up the following week. And the next one. She began coming to my room with increasing naturalness, closing the door, kneeling down, and sucking me until I came. Sometimes she talked to me while she pulled my cock out. Sometimes she said nothing and simply sucked harder than the time before.

Her technique improved quickly. She began jerking me off with her hand while she ate me, playing with my balls, squeezing her lips tighter when I was about to come. And I, who at first had promised myself I wouldn't ask for anything else, wanted to touch her more every week.

The first time I dared was during one of those blowjobs. She was wearing a loose shirt, cut too low because she was at home. While she sucked me, I placed my palm on one of her breasts through the fabric. She didn't stop. She didn't even tense up. She simply let out a muffled moan against my cock.

That reaction gave me permission. I slipped my hand beneath her shirt and finally grabbed one of her naked tits. It was large, heavy, soft, much more than I'd imagined from the clothes she wore. I pinched her nipple between my fingers, and Nadia swallowed me all the way down in one sudden motion, as if the contact excited her too.

—That's better —I murmured.

She pulled away just enough to speak.

—You were never going to ask me for anything, were you?

—I didn't want to take advantage.

—Idiot —she said, and sank back down over me.

I came shortly afterward, one hand in her hair and the other kneading her breast, feeling her nipple harden beneath my fingers while she swallowed everything.

The situation was already crazy enough, but it could still get more complicated. And it did, because of Elisa.

One afternoon she found me alone in the kitchen and closed the door with that seriousness of hers that always announced something specific. She told me Nadia had told her about our arrangement. For a moment I thought she was going to make a moral scandal out of it, but no.

—It doesn't seem fair to me —she said.

—You have no idea how happy I am to hear that deeply un reassuring sentence.

—It's not fair that she has that payment method and I don't.

It took me a couple of seconds to understand her. When I did, I stared at her like an idiot.

Elisa was an adult, confident, and much more direct than she appeared. She explained that her monthly payment always left her tight, that she'd like to save money, and that if I accepted the arrangement with Nadia, she didn't see why she couldn't offer me the same thing.

—If a blowjob works for her, it works for me too.

—Elisa...

—Don't treat me like I don't know what I'm saying.

I didn't treat her that way. I was just in shock. But she'd already made up her mind. She tied her hair back with an elastic, knelt in front of me in the kitchen, and opened my pants before I finished processing it.

—You don't look that confused —she said when she saw me already hard.

—I can't help it.

—Good.

She had a very different way of doing it. Where Nadia was slow and warm, Elisa was precise and hungry. She gripped my cock with one small but firm hand and started licking the tip with quick tongue movements. Then she took almost the whole thing in a single motion. I felt her throat tighten around me and had to brace one hand on the counter.

—Fuck.

Elisa smiled around my cock, pulled it out, jerked me off for a few seconds, and swallowed me again as far as she could. Her clear eyes looked up at me shamelessly. She was also wearing a blouse that was somewhat open, and from my position I could see her cleavage trembling with every movement of her head.

She used her hand and mouth at the same time, and every so often massaged my balls with a delicacy that made me pull in my stomach with pleasure. She was obscenely good. She didn't seem like someone improvising a favor; she seemed like someone genuinely enjoying having me erect and vulnerable in front of her.

—Your friend undersold it when she described you —she said before sucking me again.

—You two talked about my cock?

—Of course. What did you expect?

And she kept sucking me faster, taking me in and pulling me out with her mouth thoroughly wet, letting strands of saliva shine between her lips and my dick. Every time she swallowed me to the root, she made me spasm. I didn't last long. The novelty, the kink, the audacity of seeing her kneeling in my kitchen... all of it was too much together.

—I'm going to come.

—Do it.

She didn't even pull away. I came in her mouth, and she took the entire load, swallowing slowly while continuing to stroke me until I was trembling. Then she stood up, adjusted her blouse, and said:

—Perfect. Then we start this week.

She left me there with my pants halfway up, thinking that my life had become something I wouldn't have dared fantasize about even drunk.

***

Over the following months, the blowjobs became part of the household routine. It sounds ridiculous, but that's how it was. Nadia preferred weekdays. Elisa usually “paid” on weekends. They talked about it between themselves with a calmness that left me defenseless.

—It's your turn tomorrow —I'd hear one of them say.

—Yes, and this time I plan to leave him dry —the other would answer, laughing.

I laughed on the outside, but inside I was burning. Because they didn't just suck me regularly: each of them began showing her own style and taking the game a little further. Nadia ended up doing it many times wearing only her bra and no shirt, finally letting me see the large, round breasts I'd imagined so often. Elisa, on the other hand, preferred tight tops or open blouses, knowing exactly how much to reveal to drive me crazy.

The first time Nadia sucked me while wearing a black bra, I could hardly concentrate. Her tits spilled over the tops of the cups, her cleavage was pronounced, and her nipples were hard beneath the lace. She knelt between my legs and said:

—Now you have no excuse to look anywhere else.

I didn't. While she sucked me, I pulled one breast out of her bra and found a heavy tit with a large nipple and dark areola. I kneaded it, sucked it when she came up to kiss me for a moment, and then sat her back on the edge of the bed so I could kneel between her legs. That was the first time the arrangement stopped being oral on her part alone.

I spread her legs, moved her panties aside, and found her pussy already wet. She lifted her chin, proud and nervous at the same time.

—Just a little —she said.

I pushed my tongue inside without answering. I licked from underneath up to her clitoris, and she let out a sharp moan, grabbing my hair. Her taste went straight to my head. She writhed when I began sucking her clit while fingering her with two fingers. Her pussy pulsed around them, squeezing and soaking my hand.

—Fuck... yes... like that...

I ate her slowly at first and then harder, spreading her lips wide with my fingers so I could lick her all over. Her large body trembled on the bed, and her tits shook freely each time she thrust her hips toward my face. She came moaning my name, closing her legs around my head, and when she finally let me go, she looked at me with a mixture of surprise and pure lust.

—Now I understand why you don't complain about the arrangement —she said before lowering herself back onto my cock.

She sucked me again with her pussy still wet and finished by swallowing another load.

With Elisa, the next step was different. She wanted to take control. One night she came into my room wearing a white shirt, a lace bra, and nothing below the waist except a tiny pair of panties. She closed the door and leaned her back against it.

—Tonight I don't just want to suck you —she announced.

I got up from the bed almost without thinking. I kissed her for the first time right there against the door. She answered by opening my mouth with her tongue, hungry, and grabbed my cock through my pants with a confidence that immediately set me on fire.

I took her to the bed and laid her down. I spread her thighs and saw the wet stain on her panties. I removed them slowly, watching her face as her pussy was exposed, shaved and glistening. I ran two fingers over her entrance, and she let out a broken moan.

—Don't make me wait.

I only partly obeyed. First I knelt down and gave her what she'd clearly been wanting for a while. I spread her pussy wide with my thumbs and licked it from top to bottom. Elisa swore and dug her heels into the bed. Her clitoris was sensitive; every time I brushed it with my tongue, her hips shot up.

I put in one finger, then two. I pumped slowly, listening to the wet sound her pussy made. She touched one breast through her bra and ordered me:

—Harder.

I did. I devoured her with my face buried between her legs until she was panting. When I felt she was on the edge, I pulled out my cock and positioned myself between her thighs.

—If you don't want this, tell me now.

—Put it in me already.

I penetrated her in one slow but firm thrust. She was so wet that I slid in effortlessly, and even so she let out a long moan, throwing her head back. I stayed inside for a second, feeling her pussy squeeze me, and then I began to move.

Fucking Elisa was something else. She had a filthy mouth, gave orders easily, and opened her legs in a way that left no doubt she was enjoying it. She asked me to go deeper. Told me not to slow down. She grabbed the back of my neck to kiss me while I fucked her again and again, listening to the wet smack of our thrusts in the silent room.

I unfastened her bra and pulled out her tits. They were medium-sized, firm, perfect for filling my hands. I squeezed them while I kept fucking her, and when she asked me to put her on all fours, I did so without hesitation. From behind, she took me even better. I moved her hair aside, grabbed her waist, and thrust into her harder, watching her arch and her pussy open to swallow every thrust.

—Yes... like that... don't stop...

I slapped her ass, and she moaned louder. I slipped one hand underneath to rub her clitoris while I kept fucking her. She came in a sudden spasm, squeezing me so tightly that I had to stop for a second to keep from coming too. But I didn't hold out much longer. I thrust into her a few more times and came inside the condom, my breathing ragged and my pelvis pressed against her ass.

When I pulled out, Elisa turned over on the bed, smiling and sweaty.

—This makes the rent much better —she said.

***

The real loss of control came by accident. One afternoon Nadia was kneeling in front of me in my room, sucking me with her usual patience, when Elisa opened the door without knocking. She stood still for a second. Nadia didn't pull away. I did look up, half surprised and half suddenly aroused by the scene.

—Sorry —Elisa said, though she didn't sound sorry—. A trip came up and I won't be here this weekend. I came to ask if I could pay early.

I was about to answer, but Nadia pulled my cock from her mouth and wiped the saliva away with the back of her hand.

—If you want, join us. There's room.

Elisa raised an eyebrow. She looked at me. I felt my pulse in my throat.

—Only if you want to —I said.

—Of course I want to.

She closed the door behind her, took off her shirt, and knelt on the other side. Suddenly they were both at my feet, wearing bras, glancing at each other and at my hard cock, already shining with saliva. Nadia grabbed it and brought it toward Elisa's mouth.

—Your turn.

Elisa sucked the tip while Nadia licked my balls. Then they switched. One swallowed half my shaft while the other licked underneath or sucked the base. The sight was so obscene that I could hardly believe it even while experiencing it. Watching two mouths take turns over my cock, two tongues wetting me at the same time, two pairs of eyes focused on my reactions, brought me almost instantly to the edge.

Nadia was the first to kiss the other woman, and not because they were putting on a porn scene for me, but simply because of the wet logic of it: they were sharing saliva over my cock, and as they switched places their lips brushed. Elisa didn't pull away. On the contrary, she held her gaze and kissed her again for a second longer, slowly, while they continued touching me.

That sight finished me.

—I'm coming... fuck, I'm coming now.

Nadia took the tip into her mouth immediately. I began emptying myself into her mouth, but Elisa took her chin and said:

—Don't swallow it all, bitch.

Nadia pulled away just enough to let some of my cum slide from her mouth onto Elisa's open tongue. Seeing them share my semen, looking at each other with a mixture of laughter and pure arousal, made me shudder all the way to the base. Then they both swallowed.

—Now that's teamwork —Elisa said, wiping the corner of her mouth.

Nadia burst out laughing.

I could barely speak.

That day didn't end with them leaving as if nothing had happened. The air had changed too much. There was a new tension, more brazen and less negotiated. Nadia climbed onto the bed first and kissed me. Elisa wasn't far behind. The three of us ended up tangled together in hands and mouths, touching each other now without the excuse of rent.

I kissed Nadia while Elisa jerked me off. Then I kissed Elisa while Nadia guided one of my hands to her breast. They touched each other too, timidly at first and then without any hesitation. The room filled with panting, skin brushing against skin, and the wet sounds of bodies already burning, unwilling to think too much.

I ended up laying Nadia on her back and putting my mouth between her legs while Elisa straddled her chest to kiss her. I spread her thighs and ate her pussy eagerly, feeling her fingers sink into my hair. Elisa kissed her and sucked one of her nipples while Nadia moaned, spread open for me. When I felt her trembling, I lifted my head and put two fingers, wet with her friend's juices, into Elisa's mouth. She sucked them without hesitation.

Then Elisa was the one who lay down. Emboldened, Nadia went down to lick her pussy while I penetrated her slowly. The image drove me crazy: Elisa's body arched, Nadia's mouth between her legs, and me moving in and out of the tenant who had first asked me for a blowjob and was now moaning while her roommate ate her clit.

Elisa came like that, with Nadia's tongue and my cock working at the same time. She squeezed around me, taking me to the limit. I pulled out before I came, knelt between them, and they, almost without discussing it, went back to sucking me together until they left me dry once more.

I collapsed onto the bed, panting. They stayed on either side of me, disheveled, their faces shining and their breasts rising and falling.

—I don't think we're talking only about rent anymore —I said.

Nadia laughed first. Elisa followed.

—No —Nadia replied—. I think we left that behind a long time ago.

The mortgage still existed. The problems were still there. But in that apartment, between games, shared dinners, and doors closed in the middle of the afternoon, we'd built another kind of arrangement. One much less prudent, much dirtier, and far more honest.

And every time one of us jokingly said, “We have to pay this week,” all three of us knew exactly what we were talking about.