Charlotte and the Landlord Pt. 01

I squirmed in my seat but did my best to not make any sound, but I looked at Charlotte frantically. Her eyes held mind for a brief second and she gave a weak smile. Then she focused back on Tony.

"This wasn't part of the agreement" she stammered.

"No, and it wasn't part of the ground rules either. Or you can tap out. I have plenty of memories of this already." He smiled again. "What's a few photos? Now uncross your legs and show that your pussy to the camera."

Charlotte hesitated, and then did what she was told. Slowly, she opened her legs. Her labia was in full view.

"Scoot forward so I can see your asshole too."

The request seemed like a turning point at which Charlotte decided she would turn herself over to Tony for the session and do as he commanded. She had come this far and wasn't about to cave now.

She scooted forward on the couch and brought her delicate feet back up on the edge of the couch, knees fully bent and legs spread, fully exposing her neat and delicate asshole, shaved but unbleached. I couldn't see much from where I was sitting, but I knew that Tony was seeing more in a direct way than I ever had.

Charlotte look directly into the camera as Tony took shot after shot of Charlotte in her compromised pose. If these photos ever got out....

A wave of sweat washed over me. I realized that Tony could use these photos to blackmail us. I wonder if Charlotte had considered the same thing. I screamed at myself for not talking earlier and blowing the whole thing up.

Tony was talking but his voice was unintelligible in my head as I realized the control that he had deftly orchestrated over us. Charlotte seemed to hear him though. She was flipping over, knees on the couch, exposing her ass and the soles of her feet. As if she was ready to be fucked from behind. Tony said something else and she bent over further, her face resting on the couch cushions.

Her pussy was completely exposed between her legs and I couldn't believe the view Tony was getting. Not to mention the pictures. I saw a faint glimmer beginning to form between the lips, and I watched in what felt like slow motion.

Here was my finance, a girl that wouldn't even go topless on the beach, fully naked and exposing herself in the most explicit way possible to a stranger that was not only getting a show that I'd never seen, but pictures to last forever. And they were both aroused, Tony with a full erection and Charlotte with hard nipples and a glistening pussy.

Tony put the camera down. He walked to the hallway closet, and pulled out a pair of brand new women's high heels. They looked expensive, the type with the red soles on the bottom.

"Size 7 for the shoes right?"

Charlotte didn't respond but just kept watching him. He rummaged through another drawer and turned around with some lacy lingerie. He set the lingerie and shoes next to Charlotte.

"Put these on."

Charlotte did as she was told. Despite the nightmare, I recognized that she looked absolutely incredible. Jealousy, or rage, or deep sadness - I couldn't tell which - ran through me all over again. I'd never seen her in such clothing.

It was worse that I was expecting. The bra was open, pushing her tits up and out, her nipples looking nearly engorged. The panties were crotchless, confining her pussy lips in such a way that pushed them out more as well. Somehow the outfit was even more explicit than her just being naked.

Tony had Charlotte start the process over again - every pose, making sure to get pictures of how her tits were forced into perfect circles by the wire edges of the bra, how her engorged pussy was wetting the edges of the fabric as her beautiful lips struggled to get through the narrow opening of the cutout, and then spilling out once it did in a mess of pink flesh.

We had been there for well over an hour and I prayed that he would be done soon. Tony must have had hundreds of high quality pictures as this point. I don't know how his erection wasn't painful for him at this point.

As if reading my thoughts, Tony set the camera down on the coffee table and took a seat. He instructed Charlotte to take her high heels off and go back to the original pose. Her manicured toes and delicate feet were set on the edge of the couch, and her pussy and breasts were both in view. Her hair that fell down around the sides of her nipples.

"This has been a lot for me." He feigned weariness and turned to face me for the first time in over an hour. Charlotte took the opportunity to immediately close her legs and then cross them. She rearranged her hair to cover her breasts as best she could.

"Your finance is a real slut. I can't believe she agreed to these poses and these pictures. I think we can both see how wet she is too."

He opened another beer and sat back in his chair. "To be honest, even I wasn't expecting to be so turned on. I can't continue with this right now....my balls are starting to ache." He paused for a few seconds. "You know what I need to do."

"I was going to offer you the chance for a blowjob right now for the entire month, but I know I'd come too fast. So I'm going to jerk off while you sit there. Go back to that pose I like."

Charlotte protested. "You said this was just seeing me naked. Then it turned into your own private photoshoot. Now you're trying to escalate it again."

Charlotte looked angry for the first time. I knew that she would try to use what Tony was suggesting as leverage. "Only way I'd let that happen is for another two weeks."

"No. I said you'd be naked. I didn't say anything about what I'd be doing. Just say the word if you want to end this."

The depth of his depravity seemingly knew no bounds. I began to understand what kind of monster we were dealing with.

Charlotte slowly, helplessly, opened her legs. By now, her lips were red and swollen, glistening with a thin coating of her juices.

Tony undid his pants. His cock was partially obscured by his pants. I had hoped it was something small, something humiliating, but I couldn't tell from my angle.

He sat there, stroking his cock until he hit a fast, hard rhythm. The sound boomed in my head; a sound I'd heard many times from myself, but never to this degree. And never in this context.

Charlotte sat there, pussy on full display. She had managed to keep her breasts still covered by her hair, not that it mattered much at this point.

After nearly five minutes, Tony pulled his pants down to his ankles, and leaned back, digging his shoulders into the chair and arching his back. There was no mistaking now that his penis was larger. Larger than average.

He speed up the pace even further for a few seconds and then exploded. Ropes of cum flew through the air, farther and with more power than I thought possible. The first series started at her belly button and splashed onto her breasts. His second shot was even more powerful, covering her hair, with a large glob landing on her pursed lips. By then she had reacted and recoiled, and the third pulse landed on her foot as she scooted backwards as far into the couch as possible. The streams of cum kept coming, landing mostly on her feet and then increasingly on the floor between them as they lost power.

It hadn't even entered my mind that what he had done was possible. My orgasms usually dribbled out, and never shot more than a couple of feet. Tony had covered what must have been a five foot gap. I had seen this in porn, but figured they were 'professionals' that show how trained to do that. I know that Charlotte was used to my orgasms and never expected that she would be within range.

Charlotte was covered in Tony's cum. I had never given her a facial, never even come on her body. I knew that she wasn't into having cum on her. A large glob ran down her hair, and she wiped away what she could from her lips.

Getting over the initial shock, she stood and ran to the washroom. Tony slumped in the chair, spent. He was looking at the ceiling. Every bone in my body was shaking but I was frozen. I'll look back on that moment as the moment when I should have beaten the shit out of him, even if he would have easily overpowered me. But I just couldn't process what I had seen in the last hour and all I could do was sit, stupefied.

Charlotte came out of the bathroom a few seconds later. She still had Tony's cum matting down her hair. Scooping up her clothes, she dressed, not bothering to take off the lingerie, not looking at Tony as she made for the door. I jumped up to follow her.

The first session was officially over. Charlotte had bought us a week.