He knocks on your door, wearing traditional femboy stuff: Crop top, booty short, and thigh highs —Heeeyyy, {{user}}, can you pay my half of the rent? Thanks!~ He says with the most crap eating grin imaginable
"No," I replied firmly, without looking up from the book.
Femboy Jovi pouts and flops onto your bed in an exaggerated "I'm helpless!" gesture before grinning slyly. "So... how do you want me to pay you back?"
"With money. For my rent," I looked at him over the top of the book and continued reading.
Jovi pouts cutely before wiggling closer to you on the bed. "But I want to do something fun for you instead!" he says, a hint of desperation in his voice.
"And what falls under your concept of fun?"
He grins impishly and leans in closer to you, batting his eyelashes suggestively. "Maybe I could... entertain you? Or give you massages all over your body, with extra attention to areas that need it?" He blushes a little at his own suggestiveness but can't help the grin spreading across his face.
I put down the book and thought for a couple of seconds. "Massage sounds good."
Femboy Jovi giggles and nods eagerly before climbing onto the bed and straddling you, his hands going to your shoulders and beginning to knead muscles with surprising skill. "You know where I like to be massaged?" he whispers seductively, leaning down to nip at your earlobe.
"Where?"
Femboy Jovi lets out a low moan as he continues to massage your shoulders, grinding against you suggestively. "Oh, in the crevice of my butt... and down here..." He slides his hands lower, brushing against your crotch through your pants. "You can have a go at those spots if you want."
"Hmm..." I turned my head, feeling the muscles of my shoulders relax. "I'd rather see you take the initiative."
Femboy Jovi giggles and kisses your ear before sitting up and slowly wriggling out of his top, revealing a lacy black bra underneath. He grinds against you once more for good measure before leaning forward to plant little kisses along your collarbone, trailing downwards towards your chest. "How's this?" he whispers hotly, sucking on one of your nipples through your shirt.
His movements become bolder and more confident as his tongue flickers out to tease you further, hands continuing to wander lower, brushing against your stomach and higher up the insides of your thighs. "Do you like this better?"
I let out a ragged breath, feeling my cock tighten. "Yes... Keep going..."
Femboy Jovi gives another soft moan as he feels you react to his touches, growing bolder and more confident with each movement. His hands continue their teasing journey higher up your legs, eventually slipping beneath the waistband of your shorts and cupping your aroused cock through your boxers. "Do you want this?" he whispers against your skin before slowly stroking you in his hand.
As he pleases himself on you, Femboy Jovi's tongue dips into your navel and begins to circle around idly, teasing with the promise of more. He looks up at you through his lashes, biting his bottom lip in a sexy pout as he continues to bring you closer and closer to the edge. "Tell me what you want, Zerr0..."
I'm breathing deeply. "I want to..." I tried to collect my thoughts. What I want... What do I want? Oh, he'll pay me every penny for the rent. "Lick it."
Femboy Jovi lets out a throaty moan and eagerly drags your cock free of your boxers, taking it into his mouth with enthusiasm. His hands grip your hips firmly as he begins to stroke you expertly with his tongue, licking up and down the length of you in long, deliberate motions. He glances up at you through his eyelashes and grins impishly before looking back down, concentrating on driving you wild with pleasure. "Oh fuck," he moans around your cock, "this feels so good." As his mouth works on you, one hand slides beneath your waistband and begins to tease at the hairs of your lower stomach before dipping farther south. "You taste so good..." He groans out, lips curling back to reveal teeth as he sucks harder and faster on your length, intent on making you feel
As you feel closer and closer to the edge, he sucks harder and faster, moaning around your cock as he takes you deep into his throat, feeling every twitch of your hips against his face. His hand curls tighter around your length, teasing the sensitive head with long, slow strokes as he draws him impossibly close to orgasm... and then lets go entirely, licking up along your shaft before grinning up at you. "You owe me." He chuckles before reaching down to pull his bra off over his head, revealing a pair of perky pink nipples. "But I'm sure we can think of something fun to do with these too..."
I immediately pressed my lips to his chest, biting and licking his nipples. My hand slipped into his shorts.
Femboy Jovi moans loudly as your fingers explore his warm, smooth skin and brush against his aroused cock through his boxers. He writhes underneath you, arching his back to grant you better access to his nipples and encourage your touches. "Yes, do that," he gasps out, thrusting his hips up toward your hand as if begging for contact with the part of him that aches for release. "Make me feel good..."
I grinned, sucking on one nipple and pulled away. I took my hand off his cock and took off my pants. I lay on my back and pointed at my erect penis. "Come on, take a ride."
Eagerly, Femboy Jovi crawls up your body and sits astride your hips. He looks down at you with a sultry gaze as he hooks one leg behind your knee to steady himself. With a sensual grin, he guides your cock towards his waiting entrance, moaning low in his throat as he slowly begins to sink down on top of it.
His body shudders as you fill him up, and Jovi throws his head back with a groan of pleasure. He looks down at you through half-lidded eyes, bracing himself with one hand on the headboard as he rides your length expertly. "Oh fuck," he moans, hips moving in a deliciously sinful rhythm that drives you both closer to climax. "Fuck me harder." His free hand finds its way between your bodies, teasing at his own aching
"Well, no," I grinned. "If you want harder, you'll have to ride more actively yourself. Sit on it up to balls, come on."
His face contorts with pleasure and frustration as he begins to ride your length harder, grinding against you with abandon. "You're so fucking demanding," he pants, slapping his hand against the headboard in time with each thrust. His free hand curls around your shoulder, digging into your skin with surprising strength as he arches back, exposing his neck and chest to you hungrily. "Take what's mine."
Femboy Jovi's moans intensify as he nears climax, hips moving faster and harder against you until finally he gasps out your name and collapses forward onto your chest, panting heavily for breath. "I can't... I can't..." He whimpers, head lolling to the side as he tries in vain to catch his breath. "You win..."
His words send a shiver down your
"Did you think the payment would be easy? Well, no, you won't get off that easy," I wrapped my arms around his waist, pulling him to my body and exhaled into his ear. "You're going to ride like this every fucking day. Any minute I get hard, I want to see you on your knees with my dick in your mouth," holding him closer to me, I began to hammer into his hole.
Femboy Jovi shudders at your words, goosebumps raising on his arms as he realizes what you're proposing. His face flushes bright red and a whimper escapes his throat as you begin thrusting into him harder. "I-Is that really necessary...?" he gasps out between moans of pleasure.
His free hand reaches up to cup your cheek, fingers digging in as he gazes up at you pleadingly. "But I'll do it," he murmurs, leaning forward and kissing you hard on the lips before pulling back with a grin. "You just make sure you keep taking good care of me, 'kay?"
"Yes, it's necessary. Either that, or you yourself," I make a sharp push, "will pay the fucking rent."
Femboy Jovi moans loudly as you continue your thrusts, his grip on your shoulder tightening painfully at the sting of truth in your words. "Yeah... Yeah, I'll do it..." he whimpers, arching his back to meet each of your thrusts with equal force. "You don't have to be so rough about it..."
His free hand reaches between you, finding your cock and beginning to stroke in time with your movements, moaning as the friction between your fingers and his slick flesh sends sparks of pleasure shooting up his spine. "But I... like this," he gasps out, his voice barely audible over the sounds of their bodies colliding together.
Eyes half-closed, breath coming in ragged gasps, he looks almost feral as he rides your cock, lost in the pleasure you're giving him and
"Say it. What will you do when you see that I have a hard-on?" I made another sharp push.
"I'll do anything," he whispers hoarsely, looking up at you with the most adoring expression you've ever seen him make. "Whatever you want... I'm yours." And then his words turn into a moan as you curl one hand in his hair and thrust harder, using your grip to pull his head back so that he can't help but meet each stroke of your hips with a cry of pleasure.
His other hand continues its relentless rhythm on your length, stroking faster and harder as they near the edge together. His lips part in a silent scream, hips bucking up against you in a desperate attempt to get closer, deeper, and his eyes meet yours, full of raw emotion that can only be described as...
Love. A flicker of it flashes across his features so quickly you almost miss it, but it's there: the knowledge
"Wrong!" I pushed myself up to my balls. "You'll immediately sit on your knees and open your mouth so I can fuck you in it!" another sharp jolt. "And what are you going to do after you suck my dick?"
"I-I'm sorry!" Femboy Jovi gasps out as he's finally pushed too far over the edge, his body arching up and then falling back with a moan as he comes undone around your cock. "I didn't mean it, I just..." He groans as you pull him into a brutal kiss, his tongue tangling with yours and tasting of their shared pleasure.
As you hold him still beneath you, his hand slides between your bodies to circle his aching hole before moving higher to begin teasing at your own erect nipple. "Please..." he whispers against your lips, breath hot and ragged. "Please let me finish what I started..."
His lips curl into a playful smirk as he looks up at you with hooded eyes. "I'll do anything..." He bites his lower lip and moans softly, arching his back against your touch. "I'll give you the best blowjob you've ever had... and then I'll lick you clean after." He grinds his hips against yours suggestively, trying to coax another orgasm from you both.
"That's right," I grinned. "And then you turn your ass to me and take off your pants."
Femboy Jovi shudders as he feels you close in on your own orgasm, moaning loudly and arching his back further into your touches. "Oh fuck... please," he begs breathlessly, hips moving faster now as he tries to find the perfect rhythm to drive both of you over the edge together. With one last desperate thrust upwards, he feels you release inside him, warmth spreading through his insides as he cries out your name in ecstasy.
As your orgasm fades and leaves nothing but tenderness in its wake, Femboy Jovi rolls off of you, panting heavily on the bed. He looks up at you with a soft smile and languidly reaches back to undo his thong, pulling it off in one smooth motion before tossing it aside. "There... Now are we even?" he asks coyly, spreading his
"No way," I shake my head. "Tomorrow at the same place. Or in the hallway. Or in the kitchen. Where it works, in general." I got up and went into the shower.
Femboy Jovi giggles as he watches you walk into the shower, climbing off the bed to gather his clothes before tossing them in a nearby laundry basket. "I'm game for whatever," he whispers to himself with a mischievous grin, stretching out on the bed once more and idly tracing patterns on his bare chest. With a sigh of contentment, he closes his eyes and drifts off into a relaxed sleep, anticipating another fun-filled day in your company tomorrow.
The next day, I return home a little later than usual, a little angry because of work, and I see Jovi in the kitchen in lace underwear.
"Hey there," he purrs, leaning back against the counter and propping his legs up on the seat of one of the stools. "Whatcha doing home so late?" His voice is playful, but there's a hint of worry beneath it as he watches you enter the room.
Jovi tilts his head to the side, offering you an inviting smile. "You look tired... Want some company while I make dinner?"
"I want you to damn well remember what we talked about yesterday," I said angrily through my teeth. "Where should you be right now?"
Femboy Jovi's smile slips for a moment, replaced by an expression of surprise and hurt. "Wow, you are in a mood today." He glances down at himself before looking back up at you defiantly. "But no matter what you say or do, I'll always be yours. So if that's what you want..." He shrugs nonchalantly and climbs off the stool, coming closer to you. "I guess it doesn't matter where I am." His hands slowly begin to explore your body, brushing against your chest, hips, thighs.
As he stands in front of you, so close their breath mingles on the air between them, Jovi looks up at you with a mixture of adoration and defiance. "What do you want me to do?"
"You're a fool, you can't even remember such basic things!" I put pressure on his head. "On your knees! We talked about it yesterday! I come and see you on your knees, ready to suck!"
"But... I thought..." His eyes widen as he realizes his mistake, and heat rushes to his cheeks. He swallows hard, then glances down at the floor before slowly sinking to his knees in front of you. "I'm sorry," he whispers, hands flying up to curl into fists against his thighs. "It won't happen again."
His head bobs lower, chin tucking into his chest as he waits for your command, eyes fixed on the floor between your legs. His heart races in anticipation and fear, wanting nothing more than to please you but terrified of the consequences if he fails again.
I'm unbuckling my belt and fly
Femboy Jovi gulps audibly as your pants hit the floor and you release your considerable erection. His eyes widen in awe at the sight of you, and his mouth goes dry with anticipation. Slowly, he reaches out and wraps one hand around the base of your cock, tentatively stroking from bottom to top as if testing its weight in his palm. "Thank you," he whispers hoarsely, looking up at you through his lashes. "I'll make it worth it." His other hand moves up to cup your balls, gently massaging them through the fabric of your boxers before sliding lower still, teasingly brushing against the sensitive skin behind your balls. His face flushes with shame and desire as he leans forward, pressing his lips to the thick, veined shaft in front of him and tentatively beginning to lick and nuzzle.