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Xeno prostitution was never a plan, more like a hobby turned gig turned full-time job. Student housing is some of the worst, and after my first year at university I experienced three vermin infestations, two outbreaks of parasites, endless round robin infections, plumbing dating back to the twenty-first century, and one electrical fire, I applied for and obtained a housing voucher. The main issue was that nobody would rent to me. Students have a reputation. Finally, one of the many apps I had on my Omni turned up with a possibility.
'Quiet human-configured efficiency unit available for term. Clean and updated in renovated building. Accepts vouchers."
A lot of humans won't live in a xeno building and vice versa, and the building was in a mixed district near the Denver Spaceport. The main selling point was access to the spaceport and to my campus via the Spee-Dee line. I made an appointment and met with a Proxibot which guided me on a tour. It was clean and quiet, and the building was a mix of xeno and human tenants. The area was walking distance to the Spee-Dee, and had pneumatic hookup for deliveries from local businesses. It should be mentioned that two of the biggest xeno-friendly brothels in the Free Mountain States lit up the night sky with their drone shows. Still, a voucher plus 400 Grizzlies a month was a fair price, even if things would be tight. I moved in. I was on benefits and it was tight. Every month the Proxibot collected my rent, and that was the first clue that my landlord was a xeno.
It was tight enough that I lost weight. I stood in line at the food banks where my student meal card wouldn't stretch. Utilities were included, but water was metered and I had to be careful not to go over my ration. One rent day, I opened the door to Proxibot, let him in and sat down to complete the transfer. I'd figured out that the landlord was watching remotely and also used the bot to look around and make sure the unit was clean and undamaged. Only now, the bot was looking at me.
"You are not well-nourished."
"It's been difficult. While student housing is free, it's unlivable. I've made some compromises."
The bot was quiet, not processing my payment code. "I have an offer to make."
In a way, I knew what was coming. Human girls have a reputation - one based in fact. We are almost always sexually receptive. This has made us popular with xenos who face restrictive mating periods or in some cases even death for sex. A female lays fertilized eggs and dies but will survive if she passes null eggs, a male becomes a parasitic mate or dies in the act. We humans are soft, warm, and usually willing to fuck for fun or benefit. Some even act as reproductive surrogates, though that is as heavily regulated as it is highly paid. Even working in a xenobrothel requires training and health permits. While the brothel picks up the tab, most require you to pay back and sign up for a long term, full time position.
The bot's cargo space opened and there was a contract pad. I took it out and read the contract. Straight contract of concubinage, no less than one visit one time per month for three hours to cover full rent, no more than three other visits per month to be compensated for full value of rent. That was potentially 1200 Grizzlies per session in addition to my student stipend and meal card. Chastity device to be worn vaginally when outside the domicile. No interference with studies or work. Then there was a little porno clip letting me know just what I was in for. Twelve tentacles, a globular head with twelve eyes, slick skin, a pene, teardrop shaped sperm packets about a centimeter each. The pene delivered hormones to relax and dilate my cervix, the packets would enter on a flood of mating jelly that also served as a durable lube. After mating, my uterus would vacate the load in 36 hours. Mating would also suppress my periods. Payment in Lunar gold for non-rent visits, per ounce.I flipped to the page on possible side effects - clitoromegaly looked like a bonus to me, but there was nothing too bad. Swelling and leaking breasts would just take silicone nipple shields. I pricked my thumb, stamped it in blood, and slid it back.
"Could you come tomorrow? I need to make some preparations for my comfort." Three hours on my back for one and a lot of mating fluids. I'd also time it so that when my uterus vacated, it would so so on a weekend. No running to the lav.
"It is agreed. Tomorrow night at this time."
Searching for biological information on my landlord's species turned out some more important information. Once the head of the penis dilated me, with would flare and lock inside my uterus, wile the sac containing the packets would swell and lock just above my pubic bone. The porno clips gave me a lot of information, and I set up my bed for comfort, along with a dollar-store blue tarp and child's plastic beach bucket. In some of the porno clips, the girls took enough that they had a little pooch in their lower abdomen. Watching one girl cradle her distended belly made me blush and my pussy make a grasping movement. The mating fluids also had mild euphoric properties. I'd take my fucking and like it, apparently.
The bot arrived the next evening, and as expected, my landlord was piloting it, uncompressing himself from the bot's compartment.
"You do not need to undress." I'd turned up the humidity, but not the temperature of my room to make him comfortable. It was chilly for me, but that might change.
"I can't manage the laundry surcharges right now. It's another week before my benefits drop." I pulled off my tee and removed my basic black cotton panties.
Little swirls of color chased across his skin. "Your confirmation is pleasing."
"Do you like human girls?" The males of his species are larger than a full-grown Pacific giant octopus. The females can't leave their Homeworld, a place of oceans to make Earth's look like a teacup. Once they mate, they graft into the female's body, and suffer a death of self.
"You are warm, variegated, none the same. I would like you to drink that rehydrant first."
I position myself on the tarp covered bed and move my pillows and cushions - wrapped in trash bags - so that I can lie comfortably. He moves his mantle and his glistening white pene extrudes. Thin at the tip, but thick and ridged where it joins his body, it's already dripping. Frankly, so am I. It's not my first xeno cock, either. Xenos can't get you pregnant and there's a .0001 chance of something contagious. Granted, girls experiment with sexual simulants, and there's lots of penetrative options, so my hymen was opened by a very lifelike piece of silicone, and I used a lot of different settings for a lot of different cocks. My first live lay was not a human, and it was very satisfying. I down the rehydrant, knowing that he probably likes a girl to pee while he's in her.
"Ready." Am I ever. It's been a long dry spell.
His tentacles lash on to my hips and thighs, and the head of the pene bottoms out on my cervix. The thrusting is hard and sharp, and I bite my lip until a warm, tingly feeling starts to spread, fluid dripping from my pussy. Oh, this is good. One sucker fits over my clit, and a tentacle probes at my anus, using some of the fluids to wiggle in. I am not a fan of anal, but for a roof overhead I can take it in the ass. Well, feeling this way, I can be a fan of anything Landlord wants to do. I'm relaxed, but my vagina swells as the thin head of his cock probes and then pushes into my cervix. He fully engulfs me, holding me still as he pushes steadily, and gags me with another tentacle.
"It will be more pleasant soon."
The pain wars with the rising tide of pleasure, of fucking, as he knots me above the pubic bone. The knot is fat, filling with packets, and stretching me obscenely. When the tip passes the cervix it swells, locking me in place and then undulates inside me. No thrusting, the pene does all the work, kept rigid with a tubular central bone like human spine. The tentacle in my ass thrusts, stopping to dip up fluids and then push in again. Then something I don't expect again, a small probe testing my pee hole.
"Do you need to?"
"No, not yet."
"Hold it." I bite my lip, willing to do what he tells me to. I've held it before. The little probe squirts something into me, and suddenly the pleasure swells to a crescendo. I know where my g-spot is, thanks, and whatever he put into me made it swell, made it sensitive, made it sing. "I will make you glad to be my concubine, Little Sea."
"No complaints. None." I gasp it out. "More. Please."
A slow, steady pulse starts in my pussy. The packets. "I will give you much. You are unbred, so not too much. By the end of the term, I promise that you will swell with it."
And that is something I can come for. As he inseminates me, locked in, he occasionally presses a tentacle over my bladder. "Hold it."
That situation is getting urgent, but I have a shy bladder. I can barely use the public restrooms at uni. I tell him that it has to be very urgent and he reaches for another bottle of rehydrant. "Drink."
The steady pleasure of being fucked, even enjoying at least ten inches of tentacle in my ass, is enhanced by the increasing need to pee and fed by three more bottles of rehydrant over the course of three hours. I'm swollen and wet, wailing like a cat in heat when he opens me with that little probe and there's no stopping it - not the best orgasm of my life, not the release of what feels like a quart of pee. Then I am slowly coming down, as limp as wet paper, my asshole loose and slick, but Landlord still in my pussy and filling me to the point where I can feel the weight.
"It is much because it has been long. He caresses my abdomen with a pair of tentacles. You can feel it, yes.?"
"I can." He frees my arm and moves my hand to just above my mound. "How big?"
"Perhaps the size of an apple." My pussy gives a flutter and squeeze. "You like that."
"I do." Since the contract, I watched a lot of content on OnlyXenoFans and some of those girls got really big.
He withdraws slowly, pausing to squirt a thick jelly over my cervix, and borrows my shower to clean up. Then he asks me for a soap show. I need to get clean anyway, so I wash myself with him watching, showing him my well-used pussy and ass. I also use the hand shower to get myself off one more time. While I get dry, he cleans up the bed, even turning it down, and picks my nightshirt. There is one last thing - the chastity devices. He urges me to wear it inside and outside to get used to it. Part one is a jelly-textured egg pushed into my pussy and a flared base egg for my asshole - nothing can get in. The second part is a flat-link chain that goes around my waist and through my legs. It leaves room to pee and poop, plus use the bidet. It's not exactly comfortable, but it's part of the deal. I can text him to unlock it if I need.
He pats my bottom. "I will unlock you for your shower tomorrow morning and you will let me know when your need to vacate the sperm packets comes. It is similar to cramps, I am told."
"What do you want me to call you?"
"My name is not pronounceable with human physiology. Landlord is sufficient, Concubine."
"Yes, Landlord."