[interesting]

Of all the decisions Justine had ever taken in her life, it turned out this one wasn't the worst. Not by a longshot.

Ever since being left by her husband, some twelve years ago, Justine hadn't enjoyed a sexual encounter with anyone. She had indulged in self-pleasure from time to time, but to be taken by a man was something she had never once done, although not for lack of opportunities. Some of the men where she had worked (prior to her stint as an exotic dancer) had made several offers, but she had always declined.

To have her first time be with August Rand, a former porn star, was quite enough to send her over the edge - let alone the fact that she was doing it in order to secure rent, and a future for her daughter. That second fact alone, for some reason, had completely torn apart her expectations of the encounter. And August wasn't necessarily gentle (nor was he violent) but he knew what he wanted, and he made her give it to him.

Now, laying on her back, she welcomed the cum-shot he fired at her mouth and breasts, as he moaned long and hard for her benefit.

"Fuck... oh fuck..."

The forty-something male jerked himself empty onto his new tenant's chest as she lay about on the bed where she would be spending the next few weeks, at least. He looked down at her naked form, remembering the pounding her pussy had taken in the past hour and the moans of delight he had stolen from her through it all. He moved away, allowing her to clean herself up.

"Well... it looks like we're going to be getting along fine..." he sneered.

She didn't say anything. She felt slutty. She should have felt shameful, and perhaps there was a little of it, but the sheer exhiliration of the deed, not to mention August's wonderful performance, made her reconsider everything she was feeling, mostly the bad emotions.

"So... when can you move in?" he asked, all business, as if what they had just done didn't even faze him.
"As soon... as possible..."

She was still out-of-breath from the exercise, her mind lost in the throes of pleasure she had experienced while being fucked by the gentleman.

"All right... we can discuss details on the phone tomorrow..."

He started getting dressed again. He reached into his pants pocket and tossed two keys onto the bed.

"Key to the boarding house, and to your apartment. This is your place now..."

She didn't answer. She was still confused over the entire affair. Her hand wandered over the key.

"So.. will it be just board... or food and board?"

It took her a moment to answer.

"I'll go with food as well..."
"Very good. We'll arrange a schedule for... delivery of the goods."

She didn't say anything. She just wanted to bask in the moment, to live in the illusion that she didn't just prostitute herself for rent. But she had. Still, if she was going to do it, at least, she was doing it with someone who knew how to treat a lady.

Her mind wondered, for an instant, if the other shoe could drop at some point, but she dismissed it, still lost in the euhporia of her sexual escapade.