Nymph In The City

My Landlord can't breathe

First of all, before you jump into this book, I want to tell you something. I am a nymphomaniac. I love sex. For me, the rest of the world exists so I can have sex. What's there not to like? The earth crashing orgasms, the fingers, tongues and cocks exploring my insides and my naked body writhing on the bed. I love it. I love every type of sex and want to have it everywhere.

But the tragedy is I have to live. And to live, I have to get a job. So, after completing community college in my small town where I fucked half of the men and women, I came to the city to find a job. There are many jobs here and many types of people to fuck. A win-win situation.

I moved into a studio apartment two days ago and today is my first interview. I am getting ready. I stand in front of the large mirror which put a hole in my purse. But, I need it. Else, how can I look at my luscious body?

I walk out of the bathroom, wipe my body and stood in front of the mirror, buck naked. Let me tell you how I look. I stand 5 feet 6 with almond eyes, a long nose and full lips that still has beads of water. I wipe my face and went on to dry my large breasts.

They stood defying gravity on my chest, the size of watermelons. My nipples are in a constant state of erection since they are hypersensitive. Cold, heat, metal, clothes and even just a hot look can make them pop up even through a bra. They are brown and look like chocolate chips.

My stomach is flat and my belly button deep. My skin is smooth and tanned by my vacation in Florida a month ago. My pussy is bare as I have shaved it yesterday. I like my pussy bare. It makes it more sensitive and when some hot guy wants to ram his dick in me, there is no obstacle.

"Ahhh..." I moan, pressing on my sensitive clit. My legs spread apart even without me realizing it. I haven't had sex in two days and my greedy pussy is already begging for it, my swollen clit as witness. I slip my middle finger into my vagina and it comes out wet. I have an interview and all I can Wada think about is how to fill my pussy today.

"Get a grip on yourself," I tell myself. "This job is important for you. If you get this today, fuck anyone you want on the way here. If you don't, you are starved until you get one."

That is enough incentive for me. I haven't gone without sex for a week since I turned fifteen. I will go crazy. Pulling myself together, I put on the black thong I have put aside last night. Who knows when I have to get naked and where? So, I am always ready.

I put on the lacy push-up bra that makes my already big breasts seem even bigger. I may not know much about the working world, but I know big breasts work their magic everywhere. I am just about to put my skirt on when the doorbell rings.

In my small town, answering the door in your underwear is scandalous. Is it like that in the city? Let's find out. I walk to the front door and pull it open. My landlord is standing there. He is forty-five years old with a big belly and bushy beard. He is wearing a wife beater and shorts. His face is blank when I opened the door, but now his eyes are wide and his mouth has fallen open.

"Yes?" I say, with my hand on my hip and smiling sweetly at him. I don't want to fuck him. I am not that desperate yet. Maybe if I don't get the job today.

"I...I just wanted to ask how you are doing? Are you comfortable here?" He gets the words out with struggle. His eyes are willing for my bra to snap open. And I know in his imagination, he is already fucking me on the couch. Poor fellow. I want to play with him a little more.

"Thank you, Mr More. I am comfortable with the apartment. But I want your help deciding something."

"Oh, what is it?"

"I am going to an interview today. Do you think this bra and thong is appropriate?"

He looks at me like he can't believe what I am saying. His hands are shaking at his sides, itching to squeeze every juicy part of me. After a few moments, he nods, his mouth too dry to get a word out. He can't breathe.

"Oh, don't just nod. Feel the fabric and decide."

I pull his hairy hand and place it over my bra and move it around. He sucks in a breath and I can see his cock at full mast in his shorts.

"Do you think it is high quality? Don't be shy. Feel it and tell your opinion." I encourage him.

His hands stay there stationary for a second. Then his fingers start moving, exploring the silky softness of the bra and the luscious breast beneath it.

"I would like to check the other side too," he murmurs, sounding strangled.

"Please do," I say, stifling a building moan.

He raises his other hand and places it on my other breast. His thumbs press on my erect nipples as his other fingers squeeze my breasts with fervour.

"So soft, so magnificent, so perky," he says, forgetting himself.

"You like it, I take?" I ask.

"Oh yes, it's so soft I want to touch it for the rest of my life," he groans.

"Are we still talking about my bra?" I smile.

"Yes, of course." He says although we both know he is lying.

"Very good. Thanks for the help." I chirp and move away so his hands fall away from my boobs. Before he can react, I close the door on his face. If I like something after sex, it is teasing.

"Wait, don't you want me to test your thong too?" He asks, banging on the door.

"Maybe another day," I laugh and I hear a disappointing groan on the other side. This day already has a wonderful start.