The Landlady & Her Tenants / Chapter 1 The Delivery Service

“I’m sorry. We need to make it quick. My mom is waiting.” I urged when I put the little six wine glasses away from my sight. Mr. B usually wants to cum in my mouth and I need to fill his cum in these glasses.

“Well, you know the rules.” He insisted and took 2 glasses. “at least two, Zugar.”

With his smirk on his face, he unbutton his pants and took his hard cock out. I was mesmerised as he slowly jerked it to show off his cock. I made a fake sigh of protest and obediently placed my hand on his thigh, tracing my hand up to his cock. I wrapped my little fingers around the base of his cock and freed his balls from his boxers. I could smell his pheromone sweat from his balls. My eyes were glued on the dribbling precum from his cock. I couldn’t hold myself from greedily licking my lips.

I pulled myself closer to him and start licking and nibbling the underside of his cock, starting from the bottom all the way to the top. I closed my eyes in my imagination of licking a lollipop as I traced my tongue up his shaft. I lick slowly circles around the crown and my tongue slowly ran over the eye of his cock, making him squirm.

“Oh baby, you are killing me.” he put my hand closer to him and he begged me to take it into my mouth.

I licked every inch of his cock ever so slowly that he could feel my tongue running and teasing him by inches. I cupped his balls in my right hand and licked the seam in between them gently. Then, my tongue ran up his shaft again. I go rounds and rounds with his balls, his shaft, his crown and his hole. He tapped my head to signal me that he wanted more.

I moved forward to suck on the head for a few moments, only letting half of him into my mouth and the suddenly took the whole hard cock into my mouth, letting it graze the back of my mouth. It reached to my throat. I held it there for a few moments and then came back up. When he was out of my mouth, my saliva and secretion was all over his shaft with a beautiful thick line linking my lips and his cock head.

“oh, baby. Let me fuck your throat. That feels so good.”

I chuckled and continue swallowing and eating his cock like a hungry baby. I felt like I was eating him alive with his cock banging my uvula. I tried to suck deeper and harder with my hands rubbing up and down of his cock. I was about to finish him. 

“Oh yes… but not so fast!” Mr. B moan with short breaths. Suddenly he pulled my head away from sucking him harder. He wanted to calm himself from cumming so quickly.

“Hey, I really need to go. My mom is flying tomorrow. I must help her pack up.” I protested with my hand stroking his cock.  I get back to suck him four inches into my mouth and continue to suck on it. Mr. B was a hung and I love the length and thickness of his cock.

“Zugar, you should know…your height with a wheelchair … is the perfect height for a blowjob!” he praised me for being in a wheelchair again, just like our first time.

He grabbed my hair and pushed my head down on his cock, forcing me to deepthroat him again. This time, I let him control the speed and depth while I was sucking his cock. I put my hands on his bum so that I could feel his muscles and bum moving. He thrust forward trying to fuck my brain out. I gagged and I looked into his eyes with my watering eyes.

“oh, you are so beautiful with those eyes. I love making you gag.” He stopped me so that I could have a little break from my gag reflex. He bent down and brought my chin up to his lips. He forced his tongue into my mouth as if he wanted to taste the mixture of my saliva and his precum. I keep moving my hand up and down on his cock with my spit. The whole shaft was so slippery and pivoting.

He released me and rubbed his cock around my lips. He loved watching my hungry mouth craving for his cock. I rubbed my thumb along the sensitive head and circled my fingers to rub around the crown. My other hand was massaging his balls. I bend down to suck one of his balls with my lips, flicking it with my tongue.

It was time to finish the blowjob and release Mr B from his pressure and loneliness. With my tongue, I circled his glans, first slowly and then faster and faster.  I went back down to his cock as he started shoving his cock down my throat again. He thrust his hips while holding my head stead so that he fucked my face mercilessly. I picked up his rhythm and sucked his cock harder, urging him to shoot anytime into my mouth.

Shortly after, he shot his load into my mouth, which I reflexively swallowed. I keep going until with one last thrust his cum splashed up into my throat. I reflexively swallowing and sucking him as if I wanted more. I swallowed all of his jizz and sucking every last drop out. I let it rest and put it back in his boxer.

“Gosh, that is a blowjob to remember. are you sure your restaurant not doing delivery anymore?” He looked at me with a big smile. He took his wallet out and gave me a £20 note.

“I’m not sure. Depending on the business we are short of staff.” I put the money under my wheelchair cushion. That is the most secret and safe place for a wheelchair user.

Mr. B has become my “special customer” over the course of covid outbreak, my Chinese restaurant moved on from takeaway to delivery service.  I called the Chinese restaurant mine because my mother owns 30% of the business. My parents moved to London in 1980s and started this little takeaway shop with their friends, Mr. and Mrs. Park. The two couples made modest business in the neighbourhood by providing takeaways in the small Chinese community bubble. They speak Chinese while cooking in the kitchen or even making orders from their Chinese peers, while I am the only “translator” who speaks English. However, my mother decided to return to China when covid cooled down.

Due to the self-quarantine measures, food delivery was the lifeline of the business. Although I am wheelchair-bound and disabled, my mother urged me to run the delivery service for the shop. She said, “Dying is not scary, being poor is scary”. Instead of depending on paper and pen to take orders via phone, I built the website and set up takeaway orders online. We delivered food from our restaurant, and sometimes, I had to do the grocery when customers provided a shopping list. Mr. B was a regular customer as he called us for delivery every 2-3 days and always asked me to buy him boxes of cigarettes. When he ran out of cigarettes or beverages, he called us.  For a live-alone man like Mr. B, I often made time to talk and chat in my delivery. I intended to provide a “human-talk” service, but somehow, we started having this “human-touch” service.

Mr B was my first customer whom I had this “new” service. On a rainy day, I was totally wet when I delivered food and groceries to Mr B’s door. It was pouring rain, so Mr B asked me in. So there we were, sitting across from each other at a coffee table in his warm living room. He praised me for being kind and friendly. He told me that I was pretty when he looked into my eyes. I was flattered. He continued to compliment me on the colour of my black hair, the shape of my eyes and his fingers ran along my arms when he complimented my soft skin. At some point, he stood up and lowered his voice and said conspiratorially, “I got something special for you.”.

At that moment, I needed time to let what I had heard sink in. He walked close to me and opened a button of his blouse. His gaze went down lustfully and spread his legs. A huge erection bulged under the fabric of his underpants. Out of curiosity, I reached out with my shaking hands. I was gently stroking his cock up and down again and again. I enjoy the cotton fabric of his underpants on my skin. His erection became even bigger. I heard his suppressed groan while he held my shaking hand into his pants. I could feel his magnificent erection in the flesh. He proudly took it out of his pants and pull my head closer to his cock. It was my first time to see a cock in flesh as I only watched these scenes in porn. I took him unceremoniously in the mouth in the way I usually see from porn, but not knowing what exactly I should do. My first attempt was honoured with a loud moan and a £5 note.  Since then, I learnt a lot to do better and better. Mr B was a good coach.

This time might probably the last time I could deliver him food and a “special treat”. My mom is going to return to China as her retirement plan. Our shop will end up to be Mr and Mrs Park, me and a new joiner from China. The couple decided to cut the delivery service, so I started to inform my “special” customers. Mr B was not my only blowjob customer. I have several customers like Mr B maintain their new habits for an “extra” food delivery. They favour my shop when ordering us regularly and their bills are usually significantly higher than others. Their tips are very important to me because I don’t literately get a salary from my family business. That is more an Asian thing that children are parent’s property. Your money belongs to your mother, and your mother’s money belongs to her (it’s yours when she dies). My mother considers I do not need money as she pays everything, including the mortgage, and the bills, and I just need is to ask her. Therefore, tips from my customers are the only way I can have a bit of “pocket money”. For this, I show my appreciation in my own way.

“Since your mom is leaving, what will happen to you?” Mr B asked when he was helping me to put on my coat. He put his hand into the sleeve and grabbed my hand to go through the sleeve.

“I don’t know, a relative from China is coming to take care of me and the business.” I said with my head down. I had no idea; I was more like a property tag with the business. I didn’t fully know the deal of my family.

“You know this whole thing we have is more than a £20 note.” He looked into my eyes to reassure me. “you can talk to me, okay?”

“Let’s see.” I didn’t have much expectation of him. I was not sure what we were as a relationship. I don’t see myself as a sex worker, but I know, I was not entitled to any form of relationship. Yet, I was okay with this ambiguous status as I didn’t think I could ask for anything, as a disabled woman.