Wall Street Pimp: Nina's Rent 

Max Han was in early retirement.  At 45 he sold his startup investment 
brokerage firm to a larger company making him and his partner millionaires 
many times over.  Afterwards he had decided that he had given up too much in 
life, and not enjoyed life itself.  So instead of going back into business, 
back to 80 hour work weeks, and back to the rat race, he decided to stay 
retired.  He owned some property around town, which he was fixing up and 
reselling, so instead of hiring contractors to do it, he decided to do it 
himself, at his own pace.

So on one Wednesday afternoon, instead of being at a high powered meeting, 
Max was at his brownstone near the downtown university campus, painting the 
living room of one of his tenants.

His tenant was a music student, Nina Lima, in her sophomore year at the art 
college.  She was nineteen years old, with smokey blue eyes, and long dark 
brown hair.  She was a good tenant of almost a year, but Max had only met 
her six months ago when he took over for his agent.  Being originally from 
Spain, Nina had an old-world, flirty charm.

So, the answer was yes when she asked that her living room be repainted.  
Max took over the living room, covering Nina's furniture in tarps, and 
opening the window to the cool fall air to vent out the paint fumes.  Nina 
spent the day in her bedroom, practicing her flute, her instrument of study. 
  Occasionally she would come out to offer Max a drink or a snack.  Lounging 
around the apartment she wore a  red tank top with a pair of white sleeping 
shorts.

Max had been divorced for eight years now, a casualty of his long work 
hours.  He's had girlfriends, but was never serious about anyone.  Basic, 
keep it basic, he always told himself.

The afternoon painting and listening to Nina practice on her flute was good. 
  Painting was easy and mindless; letting Max enjoy the music from the young 
virtuoso.

Nina played sitting at her office chair in front of her Mac notebook.  She 
kept one leg perched high on her table, showing off her Spanish complexion 
which was touched with a dab of Moorish mocha.

Early in the afternoon Nina received a phone call.

"Hey, Kari.  No I can't go on the trip.  I have bills to pay, like rent, you 
dork.  Maybe another time.  You girls have fun."

Nina continued to practice.  Max couldn't avoid watching through the double 
french doors as her lips expertly breathed on the flute's mouth piece.

Paint fumes, hard ons, and classical music.  They filled Max's afternoon 
till 2:00 PM.  When he was finished, he rolled up his drop clothes and 
prepared to leave.  His 45 year old body was still in good shape, but he 
wasn't as young as before, and his muscles told him so.

"It looks great, Mr. Han," Nina said coming out of her bedroom.  "I have 
this month's rent for you."

"If you need some more time, feel free."

"Thanks, but I better give it to you now, or I might not have it later."

Nina was holding her check and placed a corner between her soft lips as a 
thought struck her mind.

"How old are you, Mr. Han?" she asked.

"45, an old man."

"That's not old.  And you don't look 45."

"You're too kind.  But seriously, Nina, I don't need the money this week or 
anything.  You should go on your trip with your friends."

"Thank you Mr. Han, but if I do not give you this money now, I'll just spend 
it myself.  How about if you knock one hundred dollars off this month's 
rent, I'll paint a room for you."

"You can paint?" Max asked a little incredulously.

"No, not really.  You don't want me painting anything," Nina said, but 
continued to chew at the check deep in thought about something.  She looked 
Max up and down quickly, the way a guy would look up and down a girl like 
Nina.  "How about this: I get rid of this check," she said tearing the check 
up.

"I write you a new one," she said and scribbled a new check quickly, "and 
it'll be one hundred dollars less.  And instead of me giving it to you, you 
can come here and get it yourself."

Nina then folded the check into a little square one inch by one inch.  She 
then pulled the right strap of her top down, exposing a red strapless bra 
with black lace trim.  Long fingernails then stuffed the check deep into the 
bra under her right breast.  Nina then turned around and looking over her 
right shoulder gave Max a come hither look.

"For one hundred dollars, you can come get the check yourself.  But!" she 
warned.  "Just get the check, and nothing more."

Nina smiled at Max daringly.

Max gave an amused smile and walked up behind the young musician.  Without 
hesitation he reached around to her chest and pulled down her strapless, 
exposing one b-cup breast.  It was a 34, and aroused to his touch.  Max's 
fingers gently rounded her nipple, then slid down until he was cupping her.  
He stopped and just gave her a couple soft squeezes.  He could feel her 
heart pounding through her skin.

"Weren't you here to get something, Mr. Han?" she reminded him.

Max then moved his fingers underneath her breast to where the check was 
pinned between its bottom and the under wire of the bra.  He then removed 
the check, and pulled the bra up.  Finally he pulled the strap of her top 
back over her shoulder.

"Was that superior to me painting?"

"It was.  Easily worth a hundred.  You going on that trip with your friends 
now?"

"Absolutely.  Thanks for the business, Mr. Han.  And thanks for painting my 
room."

"You're welcome.  Let me know if you need anything else.  Otherwise I'll see 
you next month."

A month went by.

At the end of the month Max's phone rang one evening at his own place.  It 
was Nina, and she was downstairs with the rent.  This was their normally 
arrangement - unlike last month.  After that afternoon Max didn't really see 
Nina for the rest of the month.  Max knew that Nina had a boyfriend, and 
figured she was just flirting in an extra physical way.

"I have your rent, Mr. Han," she said calling from downstairs in her sleight 
Spanish accent.

Max figured everything was back to normal if she was here.  He lived in one 
of his other brownstones just a couple doors down from Nina's building, so 
he just had the tenants walk the rent over each month.

"I'm coming right down, Nina," he told her.

"Can I come up?"  Coming up was not normal.

"Sure, wait for the buzz, and I'm on the top floor unit."

Max buzzed her in and opened his door, which looked out to the staircase.  
Soon he heard the bounding of booted feet run up to his door.  Nina came in 
looking around his apartment appreciatively.  Max spent the most time and 
effort on his own apartment.  It was a spacious two bedroom loft, with 
vaulted ceilings and a large skylight which was currently filled with the 
night sky.  Max looked appreciatively at Nina.  She wore very low cut jeans 
which prominantly displayed the thin strings of panties on her hips, and for 
a top she had a long sleeve shirt that was cut off just at the base of her 
breasts.  It clung to her body obviously revealing that she was not wearing 
a bra.

She closed the door behind her.

"You have a beautiful home, Mr. Han," she said still looking at the 
skylight.

"You can call me Max, Nina."

"Sorry I can't.  I've always been taught to speak properly to people more 
mature than me.  You're going to have to live with Mr. Han."

"Okay.  I've never heard 'mature' said so nicely."

"I have next month's rent," Nina began with a smile, "but it's one hundred 
and fifty short."

"Really?  Why is that?"

"Just felt like I could use the extra cash this month, Mr. Han.  Hope you 
don't mind."

"Okay... did we change our lease agreement recently?."

" I don't expect to keep it for nothing," Nina said starting to grin and 
blush.  She then pulled an already folded check from her pocket.  She then 
turned around where Max could see the strings of her panties come together 
over a little butterfly.  From the base of the butterfly another thin string 
of her thong went down into her jeans and her butt crack.  The check was 
starting to follow the string like a train on a monorail.  But before it 
could get into her pants, Max reached for her wrist, pulled her hand out and 
took the check.

"That's okay Nina," Max said.  "I don't need you to do that."

Nina turned back to the man more than twice her age shocked.  Max motioned 
for Nina to sit down on his leather couch and wait.  She obeyed a little 
confused, but sat down anyway.  Max then went into the bathroom.  In a 
couple of minutes he came back out with his hands behind his back.

"I've hidden your check on somewhere on me," Max told the girl sitting on 
his couch. "If you come and get the check yourself, I'll give you an extra 
hundred in cash.  Otherwise you can go, and I'll take your rent check as 
is."

Nina smiled at the prospect.

"But," Max added.  "You have to get it with your mouth only."

Nina's jaw dropped, but then curled into a grin.  She stood up and walked 
over to Max.  Still smirking she looked behind the retired investment banker 
at his hands.  Max opened both to show that there wasn't a check in either.  
Nina then dropped to her knees in front in front of him.

"Can I use my hands to look?" she asked looking up.  "I think I have a 
guess."

"Sure."

Nina unbuttoned and unzipped Max's pants.  She slid them down to reveal his 
bulging silk boxers.  With her fingers she opened the hole in front of his 
boxers to let loose his erect penis.  He shot forward to point straight at 
her face.  Halfway down its shaft was the check, tied with a small piece of 
string.  At seeing the check in its little noose, Nina let out a giggle.  
She then reached her hand up to touch it.

"Remember," Max said, "mouth only."

"Of course," Nina said, "I was only going to touch it, Mr. Han.  It's 
beautiful.  I still don't think you look forty five."
His penis seem to stand up a little higher at the praise coming from the 
nineteen year old beauty at his feet.

"But I can appreciate this without my hands," Nina said as she leaned 
forward to kiss the side of Max's shaft reverently.  She then took in a deep 
breath and savored his smell.  Max had never seen a girl so adoringly 
worship his cock before.  He just wanted to get inside her anyway he could 
now... but held off with the most tenuous of control.

Nina then began to lick the side of of his shaft with her full, flute 
playing lips and tongue.  Occasionally she pursed her lips together and blew 
a strong column of air on his shaft just as she did her flute.  She moved 
down and did the same to his balls.  Then opening wide she put one testicle 
entirely in her mouth.  She rolled it around, bumping gently against her 
teeth, and entangling it with an almost tentacle-like tongue.

She then pulled her head back, opened her mouth wide, and aimed the head of 
the penis at it.  Her tongue extended and touched first.  Max shuddered from 
the contact.  Her lips followed soon after, and enveloped his head.  She 
looked up at Max with smokey blue eyes, and continued to move his dick into 
her warm mouth.  When she hit the back of her mouth, she still hadn't 
reached the check yet.  Her hands gently moved to the back of Max's thighs 
for support.  Pulling herself onto to his penis, she forced it down her 
throat.  She didn't struggle with it at all, and moved further down the 
shaft one big swallow at a time.  Closing her eyes, she concentrated all her 
attention at getting Max's penis down her throat.  With each swallow she 
inched further down, like a snake swallowing her prey.  She then reached the 
check, and Max felt her tongue probe around the string and the knot.  The 
probing was sensational.

She then stopped and looked up at Max with over half of his dick down her 
throat.  She then closed her eyes and continued up his shaft until she had 
every inch of his penis through her lips.  She paused for a moment, then 
withdrew, leaving his saliva covered dick bare, before she pulled herself on 
it again.  She thrust a few times all the way down her throat.  Max could 
not count because of the ecstasy of it.  But she stopped just before Max 
thought he might cum.  She then hovered just over the check wrapped with 
string.  Her tongue worked expertly over the knot.  She even cocked her head 
to the side twice to get a better angle on it.  Max could feel her strong 
tongue wind like a serpent around his shaft and tugging at the string around 
his penis.  In an amount of time Max deemed as too quick, Nina had untied 
the string and pulled the check off between her teeth.

She took the check out of her mouth and handed it up to Max.

"So that's all you need?" she asked still kneeling in front of his erect 
penis.

Max needed to cum.  Is load was ready to burst, but instead it was just 
hanging there inches from Nina's full lips.

"That was the deal, you held up your end wonderfully."

"Thanks.  There's NOTHING more you need?" she asked grinning at him, fully 
aware of his state.

"Are you offering anything?"

Nina pretended to think about it and said, "No, one hundred and fifty was 
enough for me."  She then gripped his penis and placed it back in his 
boxers.  Next she pulled up his pants and fastened them up.

"I guess I'll be going now," she said standing up.

Max pulled his feet from the floor as if they were stuck in cement and 
walked to his desk.  There he pulled a hundred dollar bill from his wallet, 
and walked back to Nina.

"Here you go," he said.  "Pleasure doing business with you."

"Glad you thought so, but I don't need the hundred."

"Go ahead, it's just a thank you."

Nina smiled and with a blush took the bill reluctantly.  "You're welcome."

Max then showed Nina out to the door and said goodnight.

"See you next month."

With the closing of the door, Max's mind raced.  He needed release, and he 
needed it quickly.  He could call Vivian, he thought.  Vivian was Max's 
regular high-class call girl.  She could get here quickly for a price.  He 
could even ask her to wear a white top and tight jeans.  He just needed to 
get it out of his system.  Then there was a knock on the door.

Max opened it to find Nina still there smirking.

"Mr. Han," she said.  "You're patience is admirable.  My boyfriend would 
have been begging me to finish him off by now.  But look at you, all 
respectable.  I guess that's the difference between a boy and a man."

She quickly looked down the stairway to see if nobody was there, and then 
dropped to her knees right at the open door.  Max was too startled to say 
anything or to move her inside.  She just unzipped his pants and fished for 
his penis again.  Pulling it out she swallowed its length again.  Max 
watched with pleasure as the small nineteen year-old girl's head rocked back 
and forth on his cock. He placed his hand on her dark brown hair to guide 
her ever faster on his penis.   As he began to come, Nina took her mouth off 
his penis, and gripped ever so gently palm up.  She wrapped her fingers 
around his shaft, still palm up, and stroked his penis with stiff jerks and 
squeezes.  She continued to look up at him with a smile as she jerked him 
off.  As he got closer she opened her mouth wide and stroked while pointing 
his head straight at her mouth.  His first two shots went straight to the 
back of her throat.  She then closed her mouth, letting one squirt hit her 
her full lips.  She then continued to stroke his penis and let another shot 
cum on her shirt, across her breasts, and another shot landed on her bare 
belly.  She then put it back in her mouth and sucked the last drops, 
swallowing with a couple gulps.

Nina licked her lips savoring.  "Can I get a towel?"