Chapter 1: Introduction
As Taylor approached the apartment he saw the walkway to the front door was littered with beer cans and plastic cups. He sighed. This was exactly the kind of shit he didn’t have time for. He had been lenient this year, agreeing to rent to college students, and now he was regretting it. He unlocked the door and stepped inside, the silence only amplifying the mess that greeted him.
The apartment was a sprawling, modernist haven—when it wasn't trashed, that is. Floor-to-ceiling windows offered a panoramic view of the crashing waves, but today, the sight was marred by the remnants of last night's party. “Is anyone home” he called out multiple times. He knew Leah, the most responsible one and the one whose dad made the most of the payment stayed downstairs in the master bedroom. He walked down the hallway to her room and gently knocked. There was no answer “Leah I’m coming in” he said loudly. He opened the door and the room was a mess, nothing crazy but a typical college room mess. Leah was sprawled out on the bed in a sheer white tank top with no bra. She had on short shorts that were halfway off and a tight white string thong underneath showing off her perfect ass. She was always insanely attractive. He took a moment to appreciate the view, but quickly pushed it aside. Business first. He turned on the light, and Leah squinted open one eye, then the other, trying to adjust to the brightness. She looked at him, and a small smile played on her lips.
"Taylor," she said, her voice still groggy with sleep. "What time is it?"
"It's almost noon, Leah," he replied, his tone stern. "I came to check on the apartment. I didn't expect to find it looking like a frat house."
Leah sat up, rubbing her eyes. "Oh, shit. Sorry about that.” She quickly sat up finally realized what was happening, her nice perky tits were very much visible through the thin material of her shirt and Taylor gulped and looked away. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you up like this.” Leah said as she quickly got up out of bed and pulled her clothes together. She looked around the room and her face turned red. “I’m really sorry about the mess, Taylor. We just got a little carried away last night.” She shrugged and gave him a sheepish smile. She looked very guilty and Taylor couldn’t help but feel a twinge of something he hadn’t felt before.
“I see that” he said, his gaze sweeping over the empty bottles and scattered clothes. “I appreciate the honesty, but this isn’t acceptable, Leah. You know the rules. Also it wasn’t just last night. The neighbors told me it’s almost every night since you moved in but they’ve been away and didn’t call me till today. She sat there unsure of what to say just awkwardly blushing. He could see she realized the magnitude of her actions. He sighed “why don’t we look around the rest of the place and see what’s wrong”. “Sure, follow me” Leah said as she led him around the apartment. They first went to Keisha’s room. Keisha was still asleep, face down on her bed, completely naked. Her thick ass was on full display, and Taylor couldn't help but feel a hint of arousal. Leah just laughed and grabbed a sheet to cover her friend up. “Keisha, wake up, Taylor is here” she said with a hint of laughter. Keisha grumbled something and rolled over, still half asleep. “What the fuck, Leah?” she said, her voice groggy.
She blinked a few times, finally focusing on Taylor standing by the door. "Taylor?" she said, suddenly more alert. She quickly pulled the sheet up to her chest, her eyes wide. "Shit, what time is it?"
"Almost noon, Keisha," Taylor replied, his eyes scanning the room. It was even worse than Leah's—clothes scattered everywhere, bottles discarded on the floor. "I came by to check on the apartment. I didn't expect to find it looking like a warzone." She groaned and sat up not caring that her tits were out. Leah gasped “Keisha put your tits away”. Keisha just laughed and pulled the sheet tighter around herself, but not before Taylor got a good look at her perfect, firm breasts. “Sorry, Taylor,” Keisha said, her eyes twinkling with mischief. “We got carried away, didn’t we, Leah?”
Taylor raised an eyebrow. “Carried away is an understatement. This is unacceptable. I’ve allowed you to rent this place despite my usual policy because I believed you were responsible tenants. Clearly, I was wrong.”
Taylor left them and continued checking out the house. He went outside on the back patio and saw the pool was fool of trash and empty cans. He was pissed. Passed out butt ass naked on the couch outside was another roommate, Nina, and next to her was a pile of coke on the table. Leah came running out from inside to try and hide it. but it was too late. Taylor saw everything. He was livid. He walked over and picked up the pile and threw it in the pool. “You’re out of here, all of you” he said turning to Leah and walking back inside. Leah followed him in, her face pale. “No, Taylor, please. We’re sorry, we really are. We just got carried away. We’ll clean it up, I promise.” She grabbed his arm, her touch soft and pleading. Taylor looked down at her hand on his arm, then at her face. She looked desperate and she smirked at him lightly. “My dad will kill me I’ll do anything please” she said. Taylor paused, taken aback by her sudden desperation. He looked into her pleading eyes, her long lashes casting shadows on her cheeks. Her voice was soft, yet firm, and he could see the determination in her gaze. He thought for a moment, his mind racing with possibilities. He knew he shouldn't, but he also knew he wanted to.
He Went inside and he sat down on the couch. She sat down next to him and out a hand on his thigh. “I’ll do anything, Taylor,” she repeated, her voice softer this time. “Anything you want.”
Taylor looked down at her hand on his thigh, feeling the heat of her touch through his suit pants. He could feel his body responding to her, and he took a deep breath to steady himself. He knew he should tell her to get her hand off him, but he couldn’t bring himself to do it.
“What are you proposing?” he asked, his voice husky.
Leah bit her lip, her eyes never leaving his. “I’ll clean up the apartment, make sure it’s taken care of.
And…” she paused, her eyes flicking up to meet his gaze. She took a deep breath, her chest rising and falling. “And I’ll do whatever you want, Taylor. Whatever it takes to make this right.”
She Stop up and slid her shorts down and sat back down curling up against him. “Do you like my ass Taylor” she whispered. Her voice was low and sultry, and her breath was warm against his ear. She shifted slightly, pressing her body against his. He could feel her heat through his clothes, and he swallowed hard. He took a deep breath, trying to clear his head.
“Leah, I think you’re playing with fire,” he said, his voice rough. “You shouldn’t make promises you can’t keep.”
She laughed softly, a sound that sent shivers down his spine. “I always keep my promises, Taylor,” she said. “And I’m not playing. I’m dead serious. I’ll do whatever it takes to keep this apartment. “Keisha come out and help me entertain Taylor” she called out while grinning. dirty at him. He knew he should stop this right now, but curiosity and attraction were getting the better of him. He was going to hell for this, but he couldn’t help but want to see where this was going.
Keisha came out of her room, ass naked with her big tits bouncing. Her pussy looked amazing as she strolled in. She had a wild grin on her face and Taylor couldn't help but feel his cock hardening.
Leah grabbed his face and leaned in and kissed him deeply. He was taken aback for a moment, but quickly found himself kissing her back. Her lips were soft and tasted like mint. He could feel her breath on his face, her body pressed against his. She slowly pulled away, her eyes locked onto his.
“Is that a yes?” she whispered, a playful smirk on her face.
Taylor hesitated, his mind racing. He knew he shouldn't be doing this. He was supposed to be the authority figure, the one enforcing the rules. But the way Leah was looking at him, the heat of her body against his, it was all too much. He was only human, after all. He leaned back on the couch as Keisha sat down on his other side grinning at Leah. . Keisha grabbed his hand and placed it on her breast. “I love a man who knows how to handle his tenants” she said and giggled.
"I…" Taylor started, but Leah cut him off with another kiss. This time, she wasn't playful. She was hungry, desperate. Her hands roamed his body, exploring every inch of him. He could feel her heart racing against his chest, in sync with his own. Keisha leaned her tits into his face and pressed them against him. She held her tits up and he began motorboatinf them. He couldn’t help himself. He was in too deep. He knew he should stop, but the way Leah was looking at him, the way her body felt against his, it was all too much. He sucked on her nipples and she moaned as she played with his hair. He felt Leah unbuttoning his shorts. Her fingers traced the growing bulge in his boxers, and he let out a low groan. He felt her pull his cock out and she gasped “holy fuck he’s fucking huge Keisha” Leah said. Keisha leaned over and looked down at his cock. “Fuck that’s a monster you got there” she said. Leah ran her hands up and down his shaft as Taylor began making out with Keisha. “You’ve probably never had a real cock, either of you” he said. Keisha laughed and leaned in to whisper in his ear.
“You underestimate me, big boy. I’ve had my fair share of big dicks.” She nipped at his earlobe, sending a jolt of pleasure through him. “But I have to admit, yours is certainly impressive.”
Taylor chuckled, feeling a mix of amusement and arousal. He looked back at Leah, who was still stroking his cock, her eyes wide with lust and curiosity.
“You’re right,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. “I’ve never had anything this big.
I want to see how much of it I can take,” Leah said, her hand still stroking him. Taylor felt a wave of lust wash over him. He could see the desire in her eyes, the way she was looking at him like he was a challenge she wanted to conquer.
She leaned down and took his head into her mouth. Taylor groaned as he felt her warm, wet mouth envelop him. She was slow and tentative at first, but soon she found her rhythm, her head bobbing up and down as she took more and more of him in. He began finger banging keisha expertly as Leah worked on his cock. Keisha moaned and grinded against his fingers, her hips moving in sync with his hand. He could feel her getting wetter and wetter. “Fuck, Taylor!” Keisha moaned, her breath coming in short gasps. “You know just what to do.”
Taylor looked down at Leah, watching her take him deeper and deeper. He could feel the pressure building inside him, but he knew he couldn’t come yet. He wanted to make this last. He wanted to make them both come first. He gently pulled her off of his cock and she sat up gasping with saliva and pre cum dripping down her face as she smiled. “Who wants to ride first” he said playfully. He leaned back against the couch, his cock standing proud and ready. Keisha quickly raised her hand and jumped up on top of him. She straddled him, her pussy lips already glistening with wetness. She slowly lowered herself onto him, taking him inch by inch. She let out a low moan as she felt him fill her up. Taylor groaned, feeling her tight heat envelop him. He gripped her hips, guiding her as she began to move up and down. Leah watched, her breath coming in short gasps as she touched herself. She was soaking wet, her fingers easily sliding in and out of her pussy.
Her eyes were locked onto Keisha and Taylor, watching as Keisha rode him, her tits bouncing with each movement. "Fuck, you feel so good," Keisha moaned, her head thrown back in pleasure. Taylor gripped her hips tighter, his pace increasing as he thrust up into her.
Leah's hand moved faster, her breath coming in short gasps. She could feel the pressure building inside her, the pleasure radiating throughout her body. She looked back at Taylor, her eyes pleading. "I want you to fuck me too," she whispered, her voice barely audible over Keisha's moans.
Taylor looked at her, his cock still buried deep inside Keisha, but his eyes locked onto Leah. He could see the desire burning in her eyes, the way her breath was coming in short gasps as she pleasured herself. He nodded slowly, a wicked grin spreading across his face. "Come here," he commanded, his voice low and breathy. Leah eagerly moved towards him, her body trembling with anticipation. She stood next to the couch, her hand still between her legs, her eyes fixed on Taylor. He reached out, pulling her closer, and she willingly climbed onto the couch, straddling his face.