Jenlisa Someuts

Landlord (Final)

"Of course!" he answered giddily, then she ordered me to set another place. One for my molester. Afterward, I had to prepare his plate and even retrieve seconds.

"She's a doll, isn't she? Such a good girl."

"Ah, she's okay," my stepmom scoffed. "Good for cooking and cleaning, but that's about it."

"There's nothing wrong with that," he replied genuinely, all while I washed his dishes.

"Just means she'll need a man to take care of her."

"If that means getting her off my hands then so be it! You hear that, Jennie? Mr. Lisa says you're gonna need a man to take care of you. And I believe him! You don't have any career prospects so you better get real good at cleaning those dishes!" She cackled and poured them both more wine. God, she was such a fucking bitch!

By the time Mr. Lisa finally left I was extremely on edge. I didn't see any way out of my predicament since no one would ever believe me at this point. I'd voluntarily returned to the laundry room. My reputation would be finished!

While sniffling myself to sleep, I secretly yearned for Mr. Lisa and his comforting words.

All I wanted to hear was that everything would be okay, that I was a good girl. His good girl.....This sick need only made me more upset.

When mid afternoon rolled by the next day, I was a nervous wreck. My pussy had been in a permanently wet state all morning because it knew it would soon be molested, and by whom.... Even though I was terrified, I went.

"Waiting for me?" Mr. Lisa grinned when he walked in 15 minutes later.

I tried not to give him the satisfaction but my desperate look exposed me. He smiled at his control then wasted no time getting his fingers wet.

"Uh!"

He shoved two straight into my snatch, which had been leaking copiously in anticipation. He stirred around and I hugged him for dear life.

"Uuunnnhhh! UUUNNNHH!!"

In no time he had me close to cumming, a feat I found rather impressive. He knew exactly how to work my body and my developing crush certainly didn't help.

He jerked faster until I was at the peak then slowed down and pulled out, circled my lips slowly, firmly. He repeated this process over and over, working me into a frenzy, edging my hot gushy pussy til I cried but never bringing me over.

"Uhhhh... p-please...." I accidentally begged when he slowed down for the tenth time. I was so fucking close!

"Don't tell me what to do," he scolded. I apologized. "But alright, little girl, if you want more I'll give you more."

Mr. Lisa began undoing his belt and I heard his zipper drop. I made an adrenaline-filled dash for the door but he easily pulled me back then pushed me up against the wall.

His musky cologne invaded my nostrils.

I was now stuck, my legs spread, skirt flipped, thong torn, pussy drenched. His thick cock, which I'd felt rub against me throughout our sessions, was free and ready to fuck.

He traced it around my cheeks then slapped it between my slit.

"Wait, stop! I'm a virgin!" I pleaded, as if that wasn't a bonus.

"That just means you'll be mine forever. My girl for life."

He started forcing his head inside and I clawed at the wall to escape, but he held my hips tight and pushed me down.

"Aaaahhhhh!!!! Nooo!!!" I squealed as the crown broke through. I wasn't ready to be taken! Not by him!

"Fuuuuck yesssss," he hissed, his cock tip now spreading my lips.