As I lay there listening to the heavy breathing and smelling the stale whiskey on his breath, barely able to breath as his huge frame and belly grind against me I wonder what on earth has possessed me. I’m an attractive 22 year old woman with a loving boyfriend yet I’m laying on my back with my overweight 55 year old landlord Frank pounding my pussy, which is being stretched to its limit by his enormous cock. Then as my second orgasm in 10 minutes begins to surge through my body I realise why.

As my orgasm ebbs away Frank pulls his still hard cock, out of me and flips me over like a rag doll and lifts my hips so my bottom is in the air and my knees on the mattress. Seconds later Frank rams his cock into my already throbbing pussy and continues to pound away. He has been at me for a good twenty minutes but I know, due to the Whiskey he has drank I will have to endure at least another 10 minutes hard fucking before he pumps his seed into me.

Once he has grunted and jerked his way through his orgasm he will pull his softening cock out of me, stand next to the bed, pick up his glass of whisky off the bedside table and take a sip whilst I am made to lick and suck his cock clean, one of my favourite bits of this ordeal, and savour the mix of both our sticky juices as, due to the viagra he has taken, it quickly grows back to its full thick hard 9 inches.

He will then take a final sip from his glass, wipe his brow on the damp flannel he leaves on the bedside table during these ordeals, kiss me with his whiskey tasting lips and grab my legs lifting them up so my ankles are on his shoulders before telling me to feed his cock back into my pussy. This I gladly do because I am his little Friday night slut, his fuck piece who has decided to regularly tell my boyfriend I am too tired from work to do meet him so I can willingly go through this ordeal which I both love and hate equally.

However, all isn’t as it may seem. Frank is my landlord. Five years ago his wife passed away and although he didn’t need a big house he couldn’t bear to leave the house he shared with his wife for may years so he converted it into two flats. He is a big guy 6ft 4 and large build. I have seen photo’s of him and his wife from years back and he was a very handsome powerfully built man. In recent years his diet has obviously gotten worse and his drinking increased but he is still a powerful guy with a massive cock.

I moved in about 4 months ago just after I finished university as it was a walking distance to my new job, so no car or travel, and just basic rent to pay with no extra bills so I knew I’d be able to save quickly to get a deposit on a house. He was and still is a very nice, gentle guy, apart from in the bedroom, and we get on very well. I had full use of the secluded garden and was quite happy relaxing in there in just a bikini with Frank around. I actually liked the fact he was probably getting a thrill out of it as he, to my knowledge, had no female company.

After I had been living there a couple of months it was Frank’s birthday, hence I know his age, and I offered to make him a Sunday roast as he hadn’t had one since his wife passed away several years earlier. Bottom line was he loved it and we both ended up a little drunk and kind of cuddled up on the couch watching TV into the evening. I wasn’t too sure how things developed but that was the night I found out how big Franks cock was although I only ended up jerking him off before fleeing to my own flat feeling rather embarrassed and ashamed.