The First Time I Watched My Girlfriend Fuck Our Landlord
Our tiny student studio in Montpellier. Heart hammering like a drum. I’d hidden in the false ceiling, cushions piled up, peepholes drilled just right. Two days of blue-balled anticipation since Charlie spilled everything. Her sucking off Mr. Georges for rent money. Swallowing his load. My cock twitched at the thought. Possessive guy like me? Turned into a pervert overnight. No turning back now. Sweat beaded on my forehead. What if he suspects? What if I lose it? But fuck, the thrill burned hotter than fear.
Door knocked. My breath caught. ‘Bonjour, Charlie.’ His voice, gravelly, eager. She played it cool. ‘All alone, Mr. Georges. Eric left hours ago.’ Lies so smooth. He stripped down, hesitated on the boxers. Plopped on our couch. She emerged in that short white blouse, no bra, no panties. Kneeled between his legs. Yanked them down. There it was—long, thin, that fat circumcised head swelling already. Her fingers wrapped it. Stroked slow. Balls fuzzy with gray hair. It hardened fast. She glanced up at my holes, smirking. Then swallowed him whole.
The Approach
His groan echoed. Deep throat, bobbing steady. I’d never gotten that from her. Jealousy stabbed, but my dick throbbed harder. I freed mine, stroked slow. Her lips stretched around his shaft, saliva dripping. He bucked. She popped off, teasing. Stripped the blouse. Naked perfection. Straddled him reverse. Spread her pussy lips—glistening wet. Guided that long prick right in. Eyes locked on mine as she sank down. ‘Yessss… feel you in my cunt, you bastard.’ His hands gripped her hips. She rode, tits bouncing.
The Breaking Point
She pulled off too soon. Onto the bed, legs splayed wide. Pussy gaping, slick. He knelt, plunged that fat head in. Missionary, her knees to chest. Folded under his belly. He hammered. ‘Gonna cum in your slutty hole.’ She egged him. ‘Fill me up!’ I jerked faster, biting my fist. Couldn’t hold. Blasted ropes into my hand, silent scream. He kept pounding. Made her cum—shaking, moaning. Then roared, pumping seed deep. Pulled out slow. Cum oozed from her wrecked pussy. Obscene. Beautiful.
He dressed quick. ‘No more rent worries if I fuck you like this every time.’ She grinned up at the ceiling. I whispered ‘yes’ with him. Door shut. I tumbled down. She waited, sheet half-off, legs open. That creamy mess leaking. ‘This what you wanted, perv?’ Heart still racing. Innocence shattered. We’d crossed into something dark, hot. No regrets. Just hunger for more. Twice a week he came after. Even with me home. She spread for us both. My girl, our whore. Adulthood hit hard that day—raw, sticky, forever changed.
