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Subject: {ASSM} Wall Street Pimp: Nina's Rent {Pan} (MF, oral) pt. 01
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Date: Wed, 15 Sep 2004 23:10:03 -0400
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Wall Street Pimp: Nina's Rent {Pan} (MF, oral) pt. 01

2004/08/13 (revised)

Max Han was in early retirement.  At 45 he sold his
startup investment brokerage firm to a larger company
making him and his partners millionaires many times
over.  Afterwards he had decided that he had given up
too much in life, and not enjoyed himself.  So instead
of going back into business, to 80 hour work weeks,
and 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 had girlfriends, but was
never serious about anyone.  Basic, keep it basic, he
always told himself.

The afternoon was spent painting and listening to Nina
practice on her flute was good.  Basic.  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 cloths 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 a
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?"

END

FROM THE AUTHOR: Thanks for reading my story.  If you
liked it or had suggestions, please e-mail me at:

pan_mff "at" yahoo.com

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