Week One – Avoiding Eviction

Mr. Harlan was sixty-three, a heavy 280-pound white landlord whose pale, doughy body had softened after decades of cheap beer and sitting in his office collecting rent. His belly sagged heavily over his belt, thick rolls of fat jiggling with every waddling step, but beneath the overhanging gut swung a monstrous eight-inch cock, veiny, wrist-thick at the base, and always half-hard when he smelled desperation. Sweat constantly darkened the armpits of his faded polo shirts, and his breath carried the faint tang of onions and stale coffee. He owned the entire tired apartment block in South Sydney, and the Nguyen family lived directly in the unit above him. For the last three months they had been sliding deeper into arrears.

The family had grown used to the nightly soundtrack from below. Almost every evening around nine, the muffled thump of hardcore pornography would start drifting up through the floorboards, loud, exaggerated moans of women being brutally fucked, the wet slapping of flesh, degrading dirty talk in harsh American accents: “Take that big white cock, you Asian slut,” “Gag on it, bitch,” “Beg for my cum.” The Nguyens would exchange awkward glances at the dinner table or while watching TV. 17-year-old Mai would blush and retreat to her room; 15-year-old Huy would pretend to scroll on his phone but sometimes shifted uncomfortably in his chair; 35-year-old Lan, the mother, would bite her lip and feel an unwelcome warmth between her thighs; 38-year-old Minh, the father, would clear his throat and turn the television volume higher. They all knew Mr. Harlan was down watching the filthiest interracial imaginable.

It started with whispered conversations at the tiny kitchen table. The power had been cut off twice already; the kids’ high-school fees behind, and Mai’s college fees for next year loomed. Minh stared at the latest eviction notice, his hands trembling.

“We have to talk to him,” Lan said quietly one evening, her voice steady but her fingers twisting the hem of her thin tank top so the soft underside of her breasts peeked out. “I’ll go see him tomorrow. Maybe I can offer to clean the hallways, take out the bins for the whole block, maybe you could do some maintenance Minh. Something to buy time.”

Minh’s jaw tightened, his small eyes flicking to the way her nipples faintly showed through the fabric. “He’s disgusting, Lan. You’ve seen how he looks at you when he comes for the rent.”

“I know,” she whispered, cheeks warming. “But what choice do we have? I won’t let Mai and Huy sleep on the street. I’ll be careful. Polite. Professional.”

Over the next three days the Nguyen parents circled the topic in low, urgent voices after dinner. Mai curled up on the old couch with her school books her knees to her chest. Huy stayed silent in his room. Lan rehearsed polite speeches in the bathroom mirror while brushing her long black hair: “Mr. Harlan, we’re good, quiet tenants. I can come every morning and clean whatever you need in the building. Anything extra to help.” Each time the word “anything” left her lips her golden cheeks flushed darker and a strange flutter stirred low in her belly. Minh watched her from the doorway one night, a confusing mix of dread and an unwelcome twitch in his pants.

On the fourth evening Harlan’s heavy fist pounded on their apartment door. The entire family froze. He filled the narrow doorway, 280 pounds of sweaty white flesh, eviction papers crumpled in one meaty hand, his polo shirt stretched tight across his massive belly.

Minh tried first, voice cracking. “Sir, please. My hours at the factory were cut again. Just give us one more month—”

Harlan’s small, piggy eyes slid straight past him to Lan, who stood halfway down the short hallway in a simple cotton sundress that clung gently to the swell of her braless breasts and the curve of her hips. “You’ve got until tomorrow morning,” he grunted, belly jiggling as he shifted. “Or I change the locks and your shit goes on the footpath.”

After the door slammed, the family huddled again around the wobbly kitchen table under the single buzzing bulb. Mai’s eyes were already shiny with tears. Huy stared at the cracked lino floor. Lan spoke first, voice soft but determined.

“I’ll go to his office tomorrow afternoon. I’ll offer more. Maybe clean inside his unit too. Cook meals for him once a week. Whatever it takes to buy us time.”

Minh’s face burned with shame. “Lan ... he looks at you like meat.”

“I know exactly how he looks at me,” she replied, meeting his gaze. “But I’m doing this for all of us. You stay here with the kids...”

The next afternoon Lan walked the one flight of stairs down to Harlan’s ground-floor unit, heart hammering. She had chosen a slightly tighter top beneath the sundress, the neckline dipping just enough to show the soft golden swell of her cleavage when she breathed. When he opened the door in a stained singlet, belly spilling freely, Lan forced a small, respectful smile.

“Mr. Harlan ... can we talk? Privately? About the rent.”

He let her inside. Lan perched on the very edge of his sagging couch, knees pressed tightly together, hands folded in her lap.

“I know we’re behind,” she began carefully. “I can help more around the building. Clean your office every morning, wash the windows in the hallways, take care of your laundry ... anything you need done. I’m a very hard worker. Please, just don’t evict us tomorrow.”

Harlan lowered his heavy bulk into the armchair opposite, the frame creaking. His eyes crawled slowly over her body, lingering on the way the thin fabric outlined her nipples and the gentle flare of her hips. He shifted, the front of his loose shorts already beginning to tent noticeably.

“Cleaning the kitchen and the house buys you one extra day,” he said flatly, voice thick. “That’s it. You still owe three full months of back rent. If you want to earn and pay off a week’s worth at a time, you need to be a lot nicer to me. Come back tomorrow morning at nine. Wear something pretty underneath.”

That night Lan lay awake beside Minh in their narrow bed, body hot with shame and an unwelcome, slippery ache between her thighs. Minh’s hand brushed her bare thigh under the sheet; she felt his small erection pressing insistently against her hip.

“You’re really going to clean for him?” he whispered into the darkness.

“Yes,” she breathed, voice barely audible. “It buys us one more day. Then we figure out the rest. For the family. For all of us.”

The following morning Lan returned to Harlan’s unit at nine sharp, carrying a small bucket and cleaning cloths. Under her loose sundress she wore a simple white lace bra and matching white panties. Harlan opened the door with a satisfied grunt.

“Okay so strip to your underwear. Then start in the kitchen,” he ordered, settling his 280-pound frame at the table.

Shock crossed Lan’s face. “What did it forget to tell you if you didn’t want me to evict you you need to do this in your underwear.” said Harlan.

Lan’s fingers trembled as she unzipped the sundress and let it fall. She stood before him in bra and panties, golden skin glowing, dark nipples faintly visible through the lace.

“Get to work. Bend over a lot. I want to see that ass while you scrub ... and while I jerk off to you.” Harlan grinned and shoved his shorts down to his knees, freeing a solid hanging veiny white cock. He wrapped one meaty hand around the thick shaft, sat in his living room chair stairs straight into the kitchen, and began to slowly stroke himself while she worked, eyes locked.

She started at the sink, breasts swaying heavily in the bra as she scrubbed. Harlan’s hand moved up and down his cock, the wet sound of skin on skin filling the kitchen. When she bent low to wipe the lower cabinets her round ass pushed out, panties riding up between her cheeks. Harlan groaned, pumping faster, pre-cum leaking over his knuckles.

Lan moved to the floor on her hands and knees, ass high, breasts hanging and jiggling inside the bra. Harlan stood up, still stroking his thick cock, watching her every movement.

“You’re doing a good job,” he panted. She look up, having been trying to avoid any eye contact and there in front of her face was an eight-inch veiny cock, with a large hanging ball sack. Whenever she’d imagined him sitting here jerking to porn she’d always imagined home having a tiny little fat man cock, she couldn’t have been more wrong. His cock looked like it belong in a porno itself.

“If you really want to pay off a full week’s rent today, you need to be nicer to me. Lose the bra. Clean in just your panties while I jerk off to those tits.”

Lan froze. She hadn’t expected this. With shaking fingers she unhooked her bra and let it fall. Her perky C-cup breasts spilled free, dark nipples already stiff. Harlan groaned louder, his hand flying along his shaft as he stared at her bare golden tits.

“Fuck, look at those tits. Keep cleaning. Ass up.”

She continued scrubbing topless, breasts swinging and brushing the tiles. Harlan walked around her, jerking his massive cock furiously, occasionally reaching down to squeeze one swaying breast. By the time the kitchen was spotless Lan was flushed and sweating, nipples rock-hard, panties soaked. Harlan was still stroking, his fat cock angry and dripping pre-cum.

“You’ve bought yourself one week,” he grunted, palming her bare breast one last time. “Come back tomorrow if you want to earn more.”

Lan pulled her sundress on and hurried upstairs. When Minh asked how the cleaning went, she simply said she had cleaned the kitchen thoroughly and earned them one extra week. He believed her, it wasn’t like she lied to him, she just didn’t share the whole truth. That night Minh fucked her gently on their bed, never knowing she had stripped to her panties and knelt half-naked while the landlord jerked off to her body.

Week Two – Unexpected Exposure

The next week after the children had gone to bed, Minh spoke quietly at the tiny kitchen table, his voice tight with unease.

“He’ll want more next time. I can feel it.”

Lan nodded slowly, a secret, shameful heat blooming low in her belly. She could still his lecherous eyes following her around his apartment, hearing the wet slapping of flesh, the low groans, the unmistakable rhythm of a fat older man jerking off while a woman cleaned for him.

“I’ll handle it,” she whispered, her thighs pressing together under the table. “Don’t worry.”

Friday afternoon Lan prepared with trembling hands. She chose her sexiest white lace bra and matching panties — the ones that barely contained her perky C-cup breasts and left her smooth, puffy pussy lips clearly outlined, continuing the mound of Asian pussy hair above. She slipped them on under a loose sundress and told Minh she was going downstairs to clean again. Minh stayed home with the children, still naively believing his wife was simply doing extra chores to keep the roof over their heads.

She arrived at Harlan’s at exactly seven, his 280-pound bulk filling the doorway, already breathing heavily. His small eyes raked over her body.

“Strip to your underwear and clean the apartment,” he ordered. “We’ll see how nice you are today.”

Lan’s cheeks burned as she reached back and unzipped the sundress, letting it pool at her feet. She stood before him in nothing but the delicate white lace, her dark nipples already stiff and visible through the thin cups, the front of her panties already showing a small damp spot from nervous arousal.

Harlan immediately shoved his shorts down, freeing his massive veiny white cock. It was already half-hard, thick as her wrist, the fat head glistening with pre-cum. He wrapped one meaty hand around the shaft and began to slowly stroke himself, eyes locked on her near-naked body.

“Get to work while I jerk off to your slutty Asian body serving me like a white King.”

Lan started in the kitchen, breasts swaying heavily in the lace bra as she scrubbed the counters. Every time she leaned forward, her full tits threatened to spill out. When she bent low to wipe the lower cabinets, her round golden ass pushed out, the thin panties riding up between her cheeks and outlining the plump lips of her pussy from behind. At one moment she tried to face away from him so he could show her hanging and swinging tits but that mean he had a perfect view of her taut ass panties outlining her Asian pussy lips. Harlan’s hand moved faster on his cock, the wet slapping sound of skin on skin filling the small space as pre-cum leaked over his knuckles.

Lan dropped to her hands and knees to scrub the floor, ass high in the air, breasts hanging and jiggling inside the bra with every scrub. Sweat began to bead on her golden skin, making the white lace cling transparently to her stiffening nipples. Harlan stood up, his heavy belly swaying, still stroking his thick cock as he stepped closer, the fat head only inches from her swaying ass.

“You’re doing a good job,” he panted, fist flying along his veiny length. “But if you want a full week off the rent today, you need to be nicer. Just being in your panties is only worth one extra day.”

Lan straightened up on her knees, breasts heaving, nipples rock-hard. “But last week you said bra and panties would earn a full week! You’re changing the rules again.”

Harlan shrugged, still slowly stroking his massive cock, the head angry and dripping. “I don’t care. Rules are whatever I say they are. If you want a full week off the rent today, you can give me a blowjob when you’re finished cleaning.”

Lan’s stomach twisted with shame. She looked at the enormous cock in his hand, then at the television in the corner where one of his porn videos was now playing — loud moans and wet slapping sounds filling the room. On screen, a woman who looked disturbingly like her was on her knees, eagerly sucking a thick white cock, eyes watering, spit dripping down her chin, looking exactly like the desperate slut Lan suddenly felt like.

She hesitated, shame burning her cheeks, but the thought of Mai and Huy sleeping on the street made her decision for her. “I ... I’ll do it. Just this one time,” she whispered. “For my family.”

When the apartment was finally spotless, Lan dropped to her knees in front of Harlan. His huge cock bobbed heavily in front of her face, veins bulging, pre-cum dripping steadily from the fat, purple head. She opened her mouth hesitantly and took him in. The taste was strong — salty, musky, overpowering. Harlan groaned deeply, one fat hand resting on the back of her head as he slowly fucked her mouth while the porn played even louder on the TV.

“Good girl,” he moaned, voice thick with lust. “Suck it just like the sluts on the screen. Take it deeper.”