Why Are You Doing This?

Summary: A college student lost her virginity to the landlord.

Disclaimer: All characters involved in this story are over 18 years old. The story includes themes of forceful sex, bondage, and pain. If these topics are not to your liking, please stop reading right this instance.

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#Why are you doing this?

Barsha touched her clit and moaned, “Ummh!”

Closing her eyes, Barsha caressed her sensitive clit with a couple of fingers while her other hand stroked her right boob. Her boobs were round, 32C-size ivory with a small, circled black areola. She alternated between pinching her nipples and squeezing them roughly.

Barsha was standing naked, pushed against the bathroom wall with open legs, and breathing heavily. Her whole body was covered with soap foam. On her right side, water was dripping from the tap, filling a plastic bucket, which she paid no attention to; instead, she was staring at the mute porn video that was running on her phone, placed on a shelf situated just on the upper side of the tap at the edge of the window.

After just a few minutes of rubbing her clit, she shoved her soap-slick middle finger inside her pussy, just like in the video where the man pushed the lady on the table and shoved his dick inside her pussy.

As if Barsha were the lady getting drilled by that man, she moaned, “Ahh...”

Then she pulled her finger out, sucked it a little, tasting her own juices, and shoved it back in. This time, Barsha started to pump in and out just like in the video, her finger fucking her pussy. To make her fingers feel more like a dick, she added her index finger. The sensation burned slowly inside her. After a minute or so, she paused, grabbed her left boob, and began to circle her fingers inside her pussy.

She leaned the back of her head on the wall as she moved down slowly, her fingers pleasuring and her orgasm starting to build. While Barsha was playing with and enjoying her body, she had no idea she was being watched from the terrace.

That bathroom was in a five-foot by three-foot space. Unlike modern houses, it was separated from the main house, situated in the northeast corner of the property. So, everyone who would use the bathroom had to come out of the verandah and take a left before walking a bit to reach the bathroom. However, the property was surrounded by a high wall.

Half of the bathroom had an old-style orissa pan and the other half was for washing clothes, doing dishes, showering, and other types of chores. The entrance had a door that was small and made of tin with two-foot gaps on both the top and bottom sides. Since the bathroom was far away and had such a big gap on the top that anyone could see all activity easily from the southeast corner of the terrace.

Barsha was a very shy, conservative 20-year-old, light-skinned and chubby, having a structure of 32C-28-34, with a big ass, round face, and curly long hair that reached her ass. She was short, her head only reaching four feet, eleven inches. She was working to get her Bachelor of Commerce degree by distance.

Nine months ago, she had taken the lower portion of the house to rent. It had two bedrooms attached to each other, one kitchen cum verandah, and a bathroom. She was living with her single, forty-five-year-old mother and her brother, who was three years older than her. Both of them left at seven or eight every morning and returned at different times late in the evening. Barsha stayed at home alone most of the days because of her distance education.

The landlord lived in the upper part of the house with his parents, working as an accountant in a big firm, recently divorced and feeling somewhat lonely. His parents were out of town for two weeks, so he had the upper floor to himself. Because of this, Barsha agreed to prepare lunch and dinner for him.

That day, the spring equinox, Barsha awoke at about 8 in the morning. Usually, her mother would cook breakfast for all of them before going to work, but the previous day was a political strike, so neither her mother nor brother returned home.

After she woke up, she cleaned her bed, wiped the floor, did the dishes, and then washed her nightie. When she looked at the clock, it was only 9:15 a.m. She thought she had some time, so she went to take a shower before cooking.

She turned on her favorite BDSM porn and let herself be pleasured; while she was humming and lost in her reverie, something dropped and broke. The startling noise brought her attention back to her shower and made her pause for a moment, and she asked, “Who... who is it?”

No response.

The door was slightly ajar, and she peeked through it, but nobody was around. She closed and locked the door, paused her phone, and decided to finish her shower, but the water inside the bucket wasn’t full enough for her to finish washing off.

What the fuck? Maybe the tank got empty. But how am I going to bathe now? She thought to herself.

Typically, Barsha and the landlord’s mother would fill the tank, along with some water bottles for drinking. A separate fresh drinking water tap was built on the terrace; however, yesterday, she didn’t fill anything.

With just a towel, she wouldn’t be able to go outside and start the motor or even go all the way up to the terrace to fill the drinking water. Then, she got the idea that she could bathe with her leftover drinking water. Then, at any time, she could go and fill up the tank as well as the drinking water. So, Barsha wrapped the towel around her soap-covered body, opened the door, and was about to walk out when she realized her towel had gotten stuck on the tin door.

She tried to pull it off, but the towel didn’t come out. Instead, her slippery body caused the towel to slip off her and leave her standing naked. She first bent forward, covered her pussy with one hand, and tried to pull out the towel with the other hand. Still, it didn’t come out, so she decided to let it go and hurriedly ran inside the verandah. She picked up two 2-liter bottles and ran back, naked, to the bathroom.

Strangely, the towel was on top of the door, instead of stuck in it. Barsha felt surprised but picked it up and closed the door. She managed to wash off with the water, wipe herself off, and wrap the towel around her, and walk to her room. She slipped on her bra and panties, then her nightie, and decided to fill up the water, which she might need for cooking.

Barsha unlocked the attached inner door, walked upstairs, and knocked on the landlord’s door. She called, “Dada?”

“Yeah,” the landlord answered, opening the door right away. He glanced at her from top to bottom and stared at her barely-covered boobs bulging above her skimpy bra and clearly visible through the fabric of the nightie.

She realized that he was looking at her breasts and felt a little uncomfortable. Despite this, she said, “The water tank is empty. We should fill that up; would you help me?”

“Sure,” he replied, still looking at her boobs, his tongue rubbing his lower lip. Even though she was wearing a nightie, that wasn’t enough to cover her wet body and poking nipples. As soon as he responded, she turned around, pulled her nightie up toward her knees so she wouldn’t trip over it, and climbed down the stairs.

He looked at her legs, completely shaven. While walking down, her ass jiggled along with her nightie. He kept watching until Barsha disappeared.

After a moment, she brought up all her bottles, turned on the pump, and walked straight up to the terrace. But looking at the tank, she was shocked to find that it was almost full.

She didn’t know what to do. She yelled. “Dada!”

No answer.

She decided to talk to him in person and walked downstairs. While walking down, she stepped on a puddle and slipped from the stairs.

“Ahhhh!” she yelled.

“What happened?” the landlord asked as he came out of the door.

“Oh God, the tank is full already,” Barsha replied in severe pain, holding her ankle.

“But you just said the tank is empty…” He paused and looked at her ankle. “Let me see what happened,” he continued. While bending forward, the landlord gave a close look at Barsha’s perky boobs. Her nightie had slipped down in the front and her deep cleavage was in view, showing her dark areolas. Then he grabbed her leg and slowly twisted.

“Ahh!” she cried in pain.

He paused and slowly moved up his hands toward her upper leg until her nightie left her uncovered. Even though Barsha was in pain, the touch gave her goosebumps. She felt very uncomfortable and pushed his hands away.

“Okay, wait,” the landlord said and stood up to walk into his bedroom. After a moment, the landlord returned with two bottles. “Here, this will give you some relief.” 

She was still on the floor, waiting while holding her ankle, still in pain. First, he sprayed the painkiller spray on her ankle, which did help.

“Is it feeling better now?” he asked.

“Yes, Dada,” she replied, looking up. Once she looked into his eyes, she realized the landlord was still gazing at her cleavage. She noticed her boobs were in total view, and she covered them with one hand, the other hand still holding her ankle.

The landlord sprayed the second bottle full in her face. She started to faint and lost consciousness. She leaned forward and fell on the landlord’s shoulder.

When Barsha regained consciousness, she looked up and saw herself on a TV screen. When she held her head straight, she saw a huge mirror in front of her. Looking at it, she found herself tied to a table, totally naked, with both her hands and legs spread wide in an empty room. She might have screamed for help, but her mouth had already been covered with duct tape.

Then she saw the landlord standing behind her in the mirror. Barsha felt extremely embarrassed, having been seen naked by this man. It was the first time she had ever been seen naked by someone other than her doctor and her parents. She tried to remove the knots from the rope, but she just ended up making it tighter.

Muffled, she yelled and tried to beg the landlord to let her go with her pleading eyes. He had different plans. He was watching her struggle and doing nothing but grinning; it was clear he was enjoying himself.

He waited a brief moment before stepping forward and running his hands all over her body. He fondled her tits, rubbing his thumbs over her dark nipples, then moved them down her sides to her waist, over her belly, and finally between her legs. As she felt his fingers between her pussy lips, Barsha closed her eyes with shame. She felt very uneasy from the touch, but she couldn’t do much about it.

The landlord smacked her left tit hard and asked, "So, Barsha, why haven’t you paid rent for the last three months?”

"Umhh,” Barsha cried out, even though her mouth was covered. Her breast immediately became red, showing his fingerprints, and she felt it burning like hell. She might have explained herself, but the only thing she could do was shake her head, tears upon her eyes, pleading with him through the mirror.

“You can buy a new laptop, refrigerator, washing machine, and so on, but you can’t pay rent,” the landlord complained.

Barsha shook her head, expecting him to free her mouth so that she could explain. Instead, she felt another smack on her other tit. It became ruby red as it was hit, and she cried out again. “Uhh”

“The more you move, the harder I'll slap your beautiful tits,” the landlord warned.

She paused and indicated for him to remove the duct tape from her mouth so that she could talk this through, “Ummm mmm mmm mmm.”

The landlord ignored her reaction completely. He just grabbed her hair and pulled it upward before saying, “Now you’re going to pay your rent by other means.” 

The only thing she could do was shake her head. The landlord climbed up on the table between her spread legs.

Barsha closed her eyes as the landlord started to lick her clit; it was the first time she had ever been licked by another person. The feeling was mixed: disgusting, yet satisfying since she had left her orgasm unfinished when she left the shower.

The landlord lapped her clit for some time before he shoved his tongue inside her. She felt like she had reached heaven and could not believe that this would feel so awesome; at the same time, she never expected to be treated like this. She closed her eyes, moaned, and started to breathe heavily, her pussy becoming soaking wet.

He then pushed a finger inside her pussy while licking her clit. She clenched her ass and started to moan. The landlord kept fingering her while licking every part of her clit and sometimes her pussy lips. 

After a moment, he paused, stood up, and exclaimed, “Now, I’m going to fuck you, slut.”

Barsha opened her eyes wide, horrified, and started writhing back and forth. She looked into the mirror, straight into his eyes, and begged him not to do this. But he had no intention of stopping. He took his dick out, placed it outside her virgin pussy, and started rubbing the head over her wet clit.

"Ummh,” she moaned. Even though Barsha didn’t want it to happen, the dick against her clit felt so good that she stopped moving.

She felt totally filled as the landlord shoved his dick all the way inside her virgin pussy. She had rubbed her hymen away from years of masturbation so she didn’t bleed, but the pain of the sudden, hard thrust was something she did not expect. She screamed, even though her mouth was still covered. “Ummm.”

He stayed there for a minute before starting to push his dick in and out slowly. After several minutes of slow fucking, he increased the speed. Barsha closed her fists and eyes, beginning to enjoy her virgin pussy getting fucked. The whole room was filled with the sound of his thighs on hers. Her ass cheeks were jiggling, and as he kept fucking, Barsha kept moaning.

Soon, her pussy started to contract as her orgasm peaked. The landlord realized that she was cumming and pushed his cock deeper and faster. He also smacked her ass a couple of times and rubbed her clit furiously.

She sighed, and her body released as her orgasm hit; her whole body was shivering when he pulled out his cock. He reached for his phone, which was lying on the couch. She sighed in relief; however, her relief was not long-lasting, as she heard a moaning sound on the TV.

She looked up and saw a video running in which she was fingering herself in the bathroom earlier. In shock, she looked back into the mirror.

He paused the video and explained, “This video is scheduled to upload to your social account soon through an AI tool. Now I’m going to take off the tape and fuck your face, but if you scream or do something silly, I’ll make sure it’s public. Do you want this?”

Barsha shook her head, indicating NO.

“Good girl,” he said as he removed the duct tape.

She took a deep breath and asked, sobbing, “Please Dada, why are you doing this to me?”

“This is your first month of due payment collection and there is a lot more to come,” he explained.

“But I told Aunty...”

“Sush! Did I allow you to talk? You want me to publish this right now?” The landlord interrupted.

Terrified, she paused and suggested, after quickly thinking, “I’m sorry, Dada, please just calm down and untie me. You can take me to your bedroom and have whatever you want.”

“What, what's the trick?” he asked, raising his eyebrow.

“There is no trick at all. Please, you have my video, and it will be published at a certain time, right?” Barsha asked.

The landlord thought a little before he said, “Okay, let me reschedule it for one hour from now.”

Barsha exhaled in a sigh of relief, and he undid the ropes. Realizing she was still totally naked in front of the landlord, she put one hand on her hairy pussy and the other over her cleavage.

He walked closer to her, pushed her against the wall, and said, “Rub my dick.”

Her back to the wall, Barsha awkwardly grabbed his dick with her left hand while her other hand was still covering her boobs. He let out a deep breath as soon as she touched his dick.

Then he grabbed her boobs and said, “Just amazing tits, Barsha.”

Barsha closed her eyes with embarrassment, but the landlord didn’t like that. So, he pinched her nipple and said, “Didn’t you learn to thank people?”

“Ahhh... T-t-thank, thank you,” she immediately replied.

“Thank you, Dada,” he corrected.

“Thank you, Dada,” she repeated.

“Hmm, so you like it when I squeeze them?” he asked.

Barsha didn’t reply at first, but when he grabbed her nipples to pinch them again, she said, “Yes, Dada.”

Then the landlord leaned forward and kissed her nipples, still making eye contact with her. As soon as his tongue touched her nipples, a shockwave ran through her body, and she closed her eyes. Even though she was feeling uneasy, the sucking made her wet again.

He finally stopped sucking her nipples, came back to her lips, and kissed them. Barsha was still stroking his cock while they kissed each other. 

Breaking the kiss, the landlord turned her around and pushed her into the wall. Barsha was standing, and her hands were pressed against the wall. He grabbed her right thigh, pulled it up, and lowered his face toward her ass and pussy.

She stayed in that position like a spider walking up a wall, while the landlord started sucking her asshole. Then, he slowly moved towards her pussy and licked it as well. 

After a brief licking, the landlord spun her around, and their tongues touched. This time, Barsha was tasting her own cum from his tongue. It was salty and nasty.

Breaking the kiss, the landlord whispered, “Let’s go to the bedroom.”

She already knew where the bedroom was, so she walked to it, the landlord behind her. Once she reached it, she got up on the bed, positioned herself on her knees with her legs wide apart, and looked back at the landlord.

He walked close to the bed, right in front of her. Barsha leaned in, her face still lowered, held his dick, and slowly started rubbing it.

He enjoyed this for a few minutes before he ordered, “Now suck it.”

She slowly slid that dick into her mouth. He gathered her hair with one hand while his other hand was occupied with her nipples. She started sucking his dick.

He grasped her hair and pushed deep inside until her throat hit the tip of his dick. He kept there till Barsha lost her breath. For help, she tapped on his legs, but he didn’t let go of her head. Instead, he kept pushing for a bit before it felt totally unbearable for Barsha, and then he let go of her head.

She pulled off his dick and took a huge breath, saliva dripping down her chin. She wasn’t enjoying this at all, not like when he fucked her cunt, but since he had the video, she felt she had no choice except to cooperate. She took a deep breath and dove back again.

After a few minutes of sucking, the landlord demanded, “Now ride me.”

Barsha paused and looked at him. She had never done any of those things before, but she knew exactly what he meant from all the porn she had watched. Then he said, “Come on...”

She crawled forward and mounted his dick, facing him with his dick positioned under her cunt. She was wet again, so she just slowly pushed down, and it automatically shoved inside her. While doing so. her boobs dangled in front of the landlord. He grabbed them with both hands and pushed them both into his face as she started to gradually move up and down.

“Do you like this?” the landlord asked.

“Yes,” Barsha whispered truthfully. His dick and his hands were slowly setting fire to her body once again.

“What?” he roared.

“I like it, Dada,” she immediately replied.

“Then show me some enthusiasm, huh?” he asked.

Barsha did so. She placed both her hands over his chest and sped up the bouncing. Both of her boobs were jiggling up and down. The landlord ran his hands under her ass to help maintain the speed.

After a few minutes of bouncing, the landlord grabbed her ass and said, “Come sit on my face. I want to taste you while you suck my cock, Barsha.”

Barsha paused. She got down, turned around, crawled all the way up, and mounted his face. She grabbed his dick and put it in her mouth. The landlord started flicking his tongue all over her pussy.

This went on for a few minutes before he warned, “I’m going to cum now.”

Barsha paused again, totally unsure of what to do. The landlord ordered, “On all fours, slut.”

Eager to please, she did so, and he started fucking her from the back, doggy style. He pounded her like a dirty little slut, and she reached for her clit and rubbed it furiously. She wanted to cum one more time.

Every thrust was hitting her lower abdomen, and Barsha was enjoying the rough pounding. Orgasms started to build inside both of them, so the landlord asked, “Where do you want to cum?”

“Umm, I...” Barsha replied.

“Fine, I’ll cum inside your dirty little cunt, then,” the landlord warned.

“No, no, please don’t do that,” she replied, rubbing her clit furiously.

Barsha came within a second. He pulled out of her cunt and sprayed his cum all over her clit, her pubic hair, and her ass.

Both were panting like dogs. He leaned forward and kissed her lips, then laid beside her.

Barsha took a deep breath and asked, “Fine, are you happy now? Can I please go now?”

He smiled, rubbed his hands on her juicy round ass, and said, "Sure, baby, go, but tonight I’m going to be sleeping in your bed.”

"What!"

"Yes, baby, this was amazing. It’s a very good start.”

Barsha got scared, and her heartbeat started to rise, her eyes wide open. She repeated, “What?”

To be continued...