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The ad said, quiet, professional woman, spare room available, no drama,
sounded perfect, cheap rent, good location, immediate move in at
twenty two, cheap and immediate. Basically overruled every other life decision.
Then she opened the door. Hi, she said, I smiled back, suddenly,
very aware of how underdressed I felt. Missus Roberts was
striking tall, poised, all in sleek black, her sharp cheekbones
and silver streaked hair, framed eyes that missed nothing, effortlessly
elegant in her fifties, with perfect makeup. Hi, Missus Roberts,
I'm Tiffany. I know, she said, you messaged right, of
course she knew. Come in, she added, stepping aside. I
walked in, trying not to stare. The place was nice,
way nicer than anything I could realistically afford, clean, modern,
with a faint, subtle smell like something expensive. You're younger
than I expected, she said, in a crisp voice that
carried authority and curiosity. I turned, Is that a problem?
She smiled slow, No, she said, not at all. Something
about the way she said it made my stomach do
a weird little flip. Do you want to drink? She asked? Uh, sure, water, coffee?
Water's fine. She nodded and walked into the kitchen, and
I watched her go before I could stop myself. Okay,
so this was already not what I thought it was
going to be. She came back, handed me a glass
and leaned casually against the counter instead of sitting watching
me like this wasn't an apartment viewing like it was
something else entirely so, she said, tell me about yourself.
I shrugged, Just graduated, starting a job next month. Needed
somewhere quick before my current lease ends. All very practical,
she said, yeah, and you're tidy, Yes, quiet, mostly boyfriend.
That one caught me off guard. No, I said, not
right now. She nodded slightly, as that mattered good, She said,
I didn't question it, probably should have. She pushed off
the counter and gestured down the hall. Come on, I'll
show you the room. I followed her, hyper aware of
how close she was as we walked. She opened a door.
This is it. I stepped inside. It was perfect, big window,
double bed, actually enough space to breathe. This is really nice,
I said. I like things comfortable, she replied. I turned
back toward her. She hadn't come in, just leaned against
the doorframe again, watching me. There was that feeling again,
like I was being assessed. You said, the rent was,
I started? She named the price four hundred dollars a month.
I blinked. That's lower than I expected. I'm selective about
who I live with, she said, simply right. Silence stretched
for a second too long. Then there is one thing,
she added, there it was, of course there was. I nodded, okay.
She stepped into the room, now slow measured the air
shifted with her. I don't like awkward living situations, she said,
neither do I I replied, good, she said with a smile.
She stopped a few feet in front of me, close
enough that I had to tilt my head slightly to
keep eye contact. I've had tenants before, she continued, and
it never works if things feel transactional. I frowned slightly.
Isn't rent kind of transactional? By definition? That made her
smile again, like I'd said something amusing. It can be,
she said, but I prefer something a little more flexible. Flexible.
That word landed heavier than it should have. I'm not
sure I follow, I said. She took another small step closer.
Now we were definitely in each other's space. You seem smart,
she said, I think you follow just fine. My heart
picked up just a little. I if you help me out,
I'll help you out, she said, calmly. How so, I said,
feeling a heat run through my body. How can I
be straight about this? Like you scratch my back, I'll
scratch yours? And what exactly does that mean? I asked,
trying to keep my voice steady. She tilted her head,
studying me again, like she was waiting to see what
I'd do. What do you think it means? She asked.
I swallowed, took a breath. She sighed, A dullness soaked
into her eyes, and she said, okay, let me talk
more bluntly. I'll eat your pussy and you can eat mine.
Now her eyes twinkled with a brightness that said she
wanted me. Oh boy, And the thing that bothered me
most I hadn't stepped back, hadn't moved away, hadn't said no,
you're serious, I said, quietly, very she said, she acted
like this was somehow normal, like this was just another
version of an agreement to pay the rent. I glanced
around the room, the bed, the space, the price, then
back at her, still watching me, still waiting for a
fifty something over double my age. She wasn't bad, I smiled,
just a little. So the rent is flexible, huh, I said?
Her expression shifted, eyebrows arched, lips curling ever so slightly. Yeah,
she said, softly. Want me to show you how flexible
it can be. If you like it, you get the
first month free. If you like it a lot, you
get it free every month. I took a breath. Sounds
like something I can't say no to. When do you
want to start? Well, she said, walking to the bedroom door,
How about now, then slammed it shut. She charged towards me,
and before I had a second to think, her face
was in mine and our lips were locked. I went
to make a surprised little moan when I found myself
making out with her, tongues fully tangled. She was hot
and passionate, wanton and filthy. Her hands ran down my
back to my ass as she pulled me into her
I purred into her mouth as I felt her grind
her pussy into me. I kissed back hard, trying to
keep up as we kissed. God, if this was anything
to go by, she wanted me real bad. We pulled apart,
lapped tongues at full speed, our hands both caught in
each other's hair, holding one another in place as we
licked at each other feverishly. You taste good, she moaned.
I started to suck her tongue, bobbed up and down
on it as if I was sucking cock. She groaned.
I opened my eyes to see hers rolling back. Fuck.
She loved it. Then I felt her hands go up
my top and start caressing my tits roughly. Shit, that
was nice. She reached around the back and with one
expert click of my bra strap, my tits were out.
She yanked my braw up and went to work squeezing
and gently twisting my nipples as we can. I trembled
at her touch, and then did the same to her,
reaching up her top to undo her bra. We laughed
for a moment as I fumbled to get her bra undone.
Then she said strip, and we did. We quickly got
our clothes off and threw them in a pile on
the floor. It was so hot watching this older woman undress.
Everything about her was shapely and sexy. It was such
a turn on knowing she wanted me so bad and
I wanted her. She was the same age as my mom. Hot.
We both knelt before one another on the bed, kissed tenderly.
Then I knelt down and started to lick and suck
her nipples. Jesus, her tits were so big, big and floppy.
I worked my tongue all around one nipple to the other,
looking up at her as I laughed. She looked down
at me by her lip. You're good, she muttered, and
held my hair tight to keep me in place. That
was sexy. Then I started to kiss her gently down
her belly towards her pussy. She moaned and fell back
on the bed, exposing her hairy pussy to me. I
pushed my hair behind my ears and got between her legs.
I bit my bottom lip as I pulled back her
hairy folds to find her clit and pussy. Then gently
started to laugh at them. Fuck, she moaned, looking down
to watch her potential twenty two year old housemate eat
her out. I couldn't believe this was happening. Like the
taste of that, you nasty little cunt, she growled. I
gave her clit a quick flick of my tongue and
looked up at her. Missus Roberts. You like to get,
don't you. She gritted her teeth and forced my face
back between her legs, right into her wet, swollen hole.
This time, I ate her pussy fast and desperately. I
went into it hard, burying my face into her wetness
until I couldn't sense anything else. I licked like crazy,
as if I was making out with her pussy. You
are so good, she moaned, riding up and down my
face as I licked like crazy. Then she started to
groan louder and louder, pushing me into her deeper and
deeper moans turning to screams. Then she came, scream in
my name as she ground into my face. I lapped
lower and managed to get some of her asshole before
she became post coital. She sat up, a hot, sweaty mess,
kissed me passionately. You want the room, she said, blurry eyed.
I nodded, you got it, kid, she said. We both laughed.
Now lie back, she said, positioning herself to eat me.
I need to repay the favor, and Jesus Christ did
she She ate me out as I'd never been eaten before.
My pussy was dripping with spit and saliva. She tongue
bathed my clit, pussy, and asshole like a pro. I
curled and writhed and screamed, pulling a pillow over my
face because I was so loud. As she went to
work on me. She was relentless, tongue in me so
deep it felt like she was seeping inside me. I
was wet and ready to come when she suddenly started
finger fucking me at full speed while eating my clit
like crazy. I howled and punched at the pillow. Say
I'm a dirty slut who likes older women, she demanded.
I was in no fit state to argue. I cried out,
I'm a slut, a dirty slut, and I love older women. Somehow,
she went even faster, and I cried out loudly. As
I came, I let go completely pussy juice flowing. I
think I even let out a fart. I was so
out of control. I took the pillow from my face
and heaved in deep breaths. Missus Roberts came and lay
beside me and kissed me. Her lips tasted like my
pussy that was so hot. We held each other, watched
the afternoon light cast long shadows. So is this officially
your new bed? She asked. I nodded, smiled, and we
kissed one thing. I said, what's that? She said, a
slight worry in her eyes. Can it be our bed?
We both laughed, kissed, and round two started, And for
the rest of the night we fucked each other as
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