You start your brisk jog down the stais from your building, but you heart just isnt in it. You cant get the smell of your landlord to leave you nose. Every inhale grants you another taste of sweat and cigarettes. You lick your upper lip and the musky taste explodes on your tongue. A drop of his sweat must have landed on your face as you ducked under his arm. You stop dead, heart nearly beating out of youe ribcage. You're passed by another jogger, a stacked milf with a high ponytail. She slaps your left cheek as she goes past, as casual as anything, and all you can think about are Mr. Riders hands on your body. Was it really worth it to chance your membership at the gym? Hed said he has workout equipment, and if he really had lowered your rent you should thank him... what has happened to you? Youve spent the past year avoiding your landlord at every given opportunity? His musky smell had disgusted you and now it was sending you into a frenzy. Your head spun, you squeeze your eyes closed trying to sort all the confusing thoughts swirling around your head. You open your eyes again to see your feet have made a decision for you. You push the door to your building open, resolving to find your landlord and take him up on his generous offer.
Even though you were only outside for a few minutes, the air conditioned lobby of your building sends goosebumps rippling over your skin. You look down and see your prominent nipples are rock hard under your tiny workout top. You hear the loud hacking laughter of Garnet Rider coming from his little office adjacent to the lobby. Not wanting your nerves to get the best of you, you march across the room quickly stopping outside then door to the small dark room. A thin tricklenof cigarette smoke trickles out from the top of the doorframe and you hear your landlords voice booming from inside "Christ Gary, that Ben kid is going to give me a heartattack one of these days. Im hard as a fuckin rock just from looking at him. I swear when he gets back hes got another thing coming. Ill put the kid to work HAH" you flush bright red hearing someone talk about you that way. Your eager cock springs from half chub to full mast, tenting your tiny workout shorts. You raise a shaking hand up to the door and wrap a girly rythm on its thin wood surface. From inside you hear "ill call you right bsck Gary, I gotta deal with somethin," folowed by the slam of a phone, and a loud "ITS OPEN, WHATAYA WANT".
You turn the handle slowly, still shaking a little (wether from fear or excitement you're not sure) and step into the office. "Hi there Mr. Rider! Still interested in working out" is what you try to say, instead you take one look at him sitting there, sweaty and basically shirtless and blurt out "Mr. Rider please work me over". He lets out a low chuckle, and reclines back in his wooden desk chair. "Benny Benny Benny. Yknow I knew you wouldn't be able to keep away. You're looking to work up a sweat huh? Ive got some buisness to attend to first, Im a very busy man afterall..." he eyes you up and down, before standing up and pulling his denim cutoffs down, revealing his massive hair cock. "Howsabout you get down under my desk here a help me warm up a bit. Its been a while since I worked out regularly you see". He leers at you, slowly working his already turgid prick to full mast.
You practically dive under his desk, ignoring the crumbs and cigarette butts covering the floor. Mr. Rider sits back down in his chair and pulls it to the desk, one hairy thigh on either side of you. That overpowering sweaty smell returns now, magnified tenfold, and you spend a minute sitting there taking it all in. You didnt even consider not complying with his request, anything other than your landlords sweaty hog far from your mind.
You realize youd been averting your eyes from actually LOOKING at his junk, old habits die hard you guess. You take it all in, it takes you another few minutes. Hes got the fattest swingin set of nuts youve ever seen. You feel your tongue lolling out of your mouth as you sit there, breathing heavily. He stoped stroking his cock and drapes his hands behind his head lazily. Its pointing right at you, a long string of precum oozing onto the filthy floor, inches from your face. Its uncut, the fat dark head still partially hooded malevolently, staring at you.
You scoot forward on your knees, Mr. Rider's knees now behind your head. He curls his foot behind you, pressing the back of his heel against your asscheek. You take the hint.
You open your mouth wide, and arc forward at at the twitching beast. You intend to dip your tongue under his foreskin, really taste the shit out of his head. However the second the tip touches your lips, just as you get your first taste of another mans meat, a meaty hand grips the back of your head and shoves. Your face slams into his gut, and you tense expecting to choke. The fat meat slots right down your throaf however, and you feel a wondeful sense of satisfaction fill your chest. You nuzzle your face into his sweaty gut, tonguing as much of the girth filling your mouth as possible. He holds you there, all 9 (you guess) inches throbbing in your throat. You exhale and feel a dripple of snot and precum ooze out your nose.
He releases your head, and ruffles your hair roughly. You look up at him as you slide your head backwards, feeling a satisfying tickle in your throat as it is thoroughly swabbed.
"I appreciate working with a professional" he scoffs to himself, as he leans forward and begins typing on his ancient keyboard. You giggle as the cock slips out your mouth and flops onto your shoulder. You feel like a hand in a glove under his desk, a perfect fit.
You begin diligently kissing down the shaft of his cock, stopping at his court legal ballsack. You lower your head slightly till his fist sized left nut is resting on your lips. You extend your long slutty tongue and cup it underneath his throbbing testicle and slurp upwards as if you were eating fine sorbet. You are rewarded with a complex and earthy flavor unlike anything youve ever tasted. You can feeel it churning away under your tongue, resolving to thoroughly research the various flavors your landlords ballsavk produces. You kiss your way up now, till youre face to face with the one eyed monster once more. You open your mouth wide, and dart your eyes upwards. Barely visible in the gap between the desk and his gut you see your landlord eyeing you shrewdly. You slowly bring your tongue forward, never breaking eye contact with him, until the very tips of the two organs touch. A shudder goes goes through his body, and you think its funny how such a loud man is so quiet in a situation like this.
You lick his cockhead all over, savoring the veritable charcuterie board of flavors available to you. You notice the rate of precum production has been increased dramatically by your efforts, and you reward yourself by once more shoving as much of this cock as you can down your throat. Any thoughts of how strange this would normally seem to you are far from you. This feels as natural as breathing, if not moreso. Just as you're really finding your rythm, bobbing your way up and down his length; you feel his legs squeeze you from either side. You pause and look up to see practically slobbering in his chair. "I think im more than warmed up Ben. Hows about we start a real workout?"
You smile around his cock, remembering why you came here in the first place. Placing one hand on each of his knees, you push backwards, feeling all 9 of his inches (you're positive about that now) slide out of your mouth.
Wiping the both of your juices from your mouth you beam up at him brightly. "I never really like working out alone! Glad to have a buddy". He chuckles and pulls his chair back from the desk. You crawl forward on your hands and knees before standing up between Mr. Rider and the desk. Your landlord stands to face you, slipping his shorts down his legs and off his feet, still wearing his yellowed wifebeater.
You follow him out his office and into the lobby, you look around to see if anyone reacts to Mr. Rider walking bareball through the lobby. A few of your neighbors are getting their mail from the rows of post boxes, and they greet you cheerily. They act as if this was an everyday occurrence and spend a much longer time looking at you than your landlord. He leads you through a fire door and down a flight of stairs into the basement of the building. "I used to be something of an athlete in my day you know, glad to get a chance to use this stuff again" he says, still chuckling, still smoking. He unlocks a utility door and reveals to you the storage room behind it. There are racks of weights and a few dusty punhing bags, as well as stacks and stacks of dusty boxes and miscellaneous junk. Sitting in the corner is a stained dingy cot, with a blow up doll sitting on top of it.
Mr Rider look at you, as he locks the door and walks over. He reaches around you and gets a firm grip on each of your massive ass cheeks, lifting you into the air. You throw your arms around his neck, electricity shooting through you. Wordlessly you stare into each others eyes for a moment before he throws you down onto the cot.
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