Desires Unpaid: A Tale of Forbidden Rent

By MissyMay

Latanda owes Mr. Jones rent and can't pay it. She finds a way to pay the rent by offering her body in a formal arrangement...Then she adds her friend Lisa! If you like rent, threesome, orgy, oral, blowjob, group sex, interracial, black, ebony woman stories, then this is a really hot and steamy one. 

• Language: English
• Publisher: MissyMay
• Release date: Apr 7, 2024
• ISBN: 9798224358915

Book preview

My life’d been spiraling out of control ever since I lost my second minimum wage job in three fucking months. The damned consequences of being late twice to work because the sluggish POS didn’t want to switch on at five o’clock in the morning.

I stuffed my fists into the pockets of my faded jeans and stared up at the gray facade of the three-story apartment building I called home, my shoulders sagging under a heavy weight of crushing self-pity. Another day, same grim rundown consequences.

Shit. I needed to bite the bullet and face the storm head-on. Steeling myself, I trudged up the rickety metal staircase leading to my landlord's third-floor apartment, my heartbeat thrumming in my ears.

My anxiety skyrocketed as I knocked on Mr. Jones's door. Come in! His commanding voice boomed through the thick, paneled oak.

The moment I entered, the scent of musky cologne wafted around me. My landlord, a middle-aged white man with short-cropped blonde hair and icy blue eyes, scanned me up and down. An expensive-looking suit hugged his muscular build. He sat behind an imposing mahogany desk, his fingers drumming impatiently.

I swallowed my pride, making a mental note to be humble and deferential.

Mr. Jones's eyes gleamed with self-satisfaction as he pointed me towards the worn-out armchair beside his desk, studying me as I sat primly on the edge, an intricate dance of power dynamics playing out between us.

Ms. Johnson, He murmured, leaning over his desk, his cool blue eyes settling on me. It seems your rent is overdue again.

I shifted uneasily under his stare and nodded. "Yes, I apologize, Mr. Jones.

I've been struggling to make ends meet and–" I hesitated, biting my lip, wondering how I could start the humiliating arrangement without sounding utterly desperate.

I'm afraid I can't offer you the money right now, I whispered, my