In the quiet, early morning, a soft mist clung to the cobblestone streets of an old town just outside the bustling city of Cambridge. The chirping of birds mingled with the distant sound of a car engine, hinting at the approaching rush hour. Inside the cozy yet slightly cramped apartment, Darran stirred in his bed, the chilly air seeping through the gaps in the ancient windows. His eyes fluttered open to the sight of his girlfriend, Caz, standing by the bedside table, her silhouette framed by the dim light peeking through the curtains. 

"Hey, sleepyhead," she whispered, her voice a gentle caress in the stillness. 

Darran groaned and sat up, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. "What time is it?" 

"It's almost 7:30," Caz replied, her tone a mix of excitement and urgency. "We need to get moving. Rent day is today, remember?" 

Darran nodded sleepily, the weight of the monthly deadline pressing down on him. He knew they'd be cutting it close again. They'd been juggling bills and late fees for the past few months, their financial situation a never-ending tightrope walk. Caz had her part-time job at the local Clinton Cards to help with expenses, but her student loan barely covered her tuition, leaving them with just enough to pay the rent. Darran enjoys his job and sees it as a first step on the ladder, but the pay wasn't great, especially for Cambridge. 

Caz's eyes sparkled with mischief as she sauntered over to the bed, her full breasts bouncing slightly with each step. She leaned in and kissed him, her breath warm and sweet. "How about we start the day with a little something to take our minds off things?" she suggested, her voice dropping to a sultry whisper. 

Darran couldn't help but smile as his body responded to her touch. He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her closer, their kiss deepening. Caz's hand snaked down to his boxers, her fingers teasing him awake. Despite the looming shadow of rent day, Darran felt the familiar surge of desire, his cock swelling in her grasp. They had always had a passionate relationship, finding solace in each other's embrace amidst the daily grind. 

Breaking the kiss, Caz playfully nibbled on his ear. "You know, I've had an idea," she said, her voice a low purr. "Maybe we could... work something out with Mr. Pemberton." 

Darran's eyes widened, a mix of shock and arousal. "What do you mean?" he asked, his voice gruff with morning sleep. 

Caz straddled him, her thighs warm against him, and her hand still wrapped around his growing erection. "Well," she began, her eyes gleaming with a hint of mischief, "Mr. Pemberton's always had a thing for me. What if I... offered him a little extra incentive to be understanding about the rent?" 

Darran felt his heart race at the suggestion. He knew Caz had a way with people, but this was uncharted territory. "What are you saying?" he managed to ask, his voice thick with anticipation. 

"I'm saying," Caz replied, her eyes never leaving his, "that maybe I could give him a little... show of appreciation." She began to grind her hips against him, her dampness spreading warmth through the fabric of his boxers. "You know how much I hate being late with the rent, and I've noticed how he looks at me." 

Darran swallowed hard, his mind racing. He knew their landlord, Mr. Pemberton, had a wandering eye, especially for Caz. The thought of her using her sexuality to their advantage was both thrilling and terrifying. He could feel the tension building between them as she stroked him. "You're serious?" 

Caz nodded, her lips curling into a seductive smile. "It's just a little... negotiation, darling," she purred, her hips moving with purpose now. "I'll make it worth it for us, I promise." 

Darran's mind spun with the implications, but his body was already responding to her touch. He felt a heady mix of arousal and anxiety. He knew Caz had a wild streak, but this was new territory for them. Yet, the thought of Mr. Pemberton's jaw dropping when he saw what she had in store was oddly appealing. "What exactly do you have in mind?" he asked, his voice hoarse with need. 

Caz leaned in closer, her breath hot against his neck. "Let's just say, I'll make sure he's so distracted, that he'll forget all about the rent being late," she murmured, her hand moving more insistently now. She slid off the bed and began to peel off her nightgown, revealing her curvaceous body. Her breasts bobbed free, and she stepped out of her underwear, standing before him in all her naked glory. 

Darran couldn't help but stare, his eyes tracing the contours of her body. She had always been his fantasy come to life, and the idea of her using her assets to their advantage was a potent aphrodisiac. He felt his cock throb in response to the mental images forming in his mind. 

He had heard Caz's tales of past conquests, the wild nights, and the steamy encounters. They had always filled him with a fiery lust rather than the bitter sting of jealousy. Her openness and honesty had only served to make him trust her more, and her willingness to share those intimate moments had brought them closer together. Her past was a testament to her sexual prowess, and it was something they both enjoyed exploring in their relationship. 

But now, as Caz stood before him, her body a canvas of unspoken promises, Darran felt a flicker of something else. It wasn't jealousy, not quite, but rather a thrill of anticipation. The idea of her using her sexuality to help them with their rent was both a turn-on and a potential disaster waiting to happen. Yet, he couldn't deny the way his body was responding to the thought of Mr. Pemberton's reaction. 

Caz climbed back onto the bed and straddled him, her wetness coating his shaft as she positioned herself. "I'll just give him a bit of a show," she whispered, a wicked glint in her eye. With one swift movement, she slid him into her, her pussy enveloping him in a warm, velvety embrace. She began to rock her hips, her breasts bouncing with each movement, a silent symphony of desire playing out before him. 

Darran watched as Caz's expression grew more intense, her eyes fluttering closed as she found her rhythm. He could feel her tightening around him, her inner walls rippling with pleasure. Her moans grew louder, and she leaned forward, her hands on his chest for balance. "You like that, don't you?" she whispered, a hint of challenge in her voice. 

He couldn't lie. The thought of Mr. Pemberton getting an eyeful of Caz's curvy body was incredibly arousing. He nodded, his grip on her hips tightening. "I do," he admitted, his voice strained with need. "But are you sure about this?" 

Caz threw her head back, her hair cascading down her back as she took him deeper. "Oh, I'm sure," she breathed, a smug smile playing on her lips. "I've got it all planned out." 

Darran couldn't help but imagine the scene: Caz in their apartment, dressed in nothing but her most revealing lingerie, teasing and flirting with Mr. Pemberton. He'd seen her in similar attire countless times, but knowing she'd wear it for their landlord was a thrill unlike any other. Her C-cup breasts would spill out of a lacy bra, her round ass barely contained by a matching thong. The thought of Mr. Pemberton's eyes feasting on her made Darran's cock throb within her. 

Caz sensed his excitement and leaned down to whisper in his ear, "Just think, his old eyes will be popping out when he sees what I've got for him." She giggled, her breath tickling his neck, sending shivers down his spine. Her hips began to rock faster, her wetness coating him entirely. Darran felt his orgasm building, the pressure in his balls growing with each stroke. The vision of her playing their landlord like a fiddle was too much to resist. 

With a low groan, Darran released his load into Caz, his hips bucking up to meet hers. She took it all in stride, her own climax building. As he finished, she gave him one last squeeze with her internal muscles, milking every drop before collapsing onto him, her breaths hot and heavy against his chest. For a moment, they lay there, their hearts pounding in sync, the room filled with the scent of their lovemaking. 

The day passed in a blur of anticipation and nerves. Darran went to work, his mind wandering to the evening's events, and Caz studied with an intensity fueled by the thrill of their plan. When he returned home, the apartment was impeccably clean, and Caz had transformed herself into a seductive vision. Her short dress hugged her curves, revealing just enough to leave the imagination racing. The low neckline displayed her ample cleavage, and the hemline teased the upper swells of her thighs. For the first time since Darran had known her, she wore make-up, her eyes smoky and lips a glossy pink that made them look ripe for kissing. 

As the clock ticked closer to the time Mr. Pemberton was expected, Caz paced the living room, her nerves palpable. She had never done anything quite like this before, and the gravity of the situation was not lost on her. Darran tried to reassure her, reminding her of the countless times she had charmed her way out of trouble, but the stakes felt higher this time. The rent was overdue, and the late fees were piling up. 

The doorbell chimed, sending a jolt of adrenaline through both of them. Caz took a deep breath, her heart racing like a wild animal trapped in a cage. She knew she had to be convincing. She glanced over at Darran, who gave her an encouraging nod, his eyes gleaming with a mix of excitement and concern. She took a moment to compose herself, then sashayed over to the door, her hips swaying in a way that made Darran's mouth go dry. 

Mr. Pemberton stood on the other side, his expression stern. He was shorter than Darran and had a belly, without being too overweight, There was a fringe of grey hair and a nose that had seen one too many whiskeys. His eyes flickered down to Caz's chest before meeting hers, and she could almost see the wheels turning in his head. She offered him a dazzling smile, one that had always seemed to melt the sternest of hearts. "Good evening, Mr. Pemberton," she purred, her voice a siren's call. 

The landlord's eyes widened as he took in her attire, his gaze lingering on the plump mounds pushed up by her bra. He cleared his throat and stepped inside, his eyes never leaving her. "Ah, Carolyn," he said, his voice gruff but tinged with something else—desire. "Is Darran home?" 

"Yes, he's just in the kitchen getting us a drink," she replied, her voice sweet as honey. "Why don't you have a seat, and I'll go get him?" She swayed her hips deliberately as she turned to walk away, the fabric of her dress clinging to her curves like a second skin. She could feel his eyes on her, and the power was intoxicating. 

Darran emerged from the kitchen, his heart racing as he took in Caz's transformation. She had always been beautiful, but dressed like this, she was a force of nature. He handed her a glass of water, their eyes meeting in a silent understanding. This was it. They had talked about it, fantasized about it, and now it was happening. He watched as she took a sip, her full lips wrapping around the glass, and the sight sent a jolt straight to his cock. 

Caz sauntered back to the living room. She handed Mr. Pemberton his rent reminder, her eyes never leaving his, then sat on the couch. The older man's eyes devoured her, and she could almost see his thoughts racing. "I'm so sorry about the rent," she began, her voice a silky purr. "But, as you know, we're just starting, and things can get a little... tight." 

Mr. Pemberton's gaze flicked down to her legs, and she took advantage of the distraction, crossing them slowly, giving him a peek at the red lace that barely contained her. 

"Yes, about the rent," Mr. Pemberton began, his voice thick with distraction. "I've been very patient, but—" 

Caz cut him off with a giggle that was as innocent as it was calculated. She leaned forward, her dress riding even higher up her thighs. "I know, I know," she said, her eyes wide and pleading. "But we've had some unforeseen expenses, and Darran's job just isn't paying as much as we thought it would." 

Mr. Pemberton's gaze was drawn to the tantalizing glimpse of red lace peeking out from beneath her dress. He swallowed hard, his eyes glazed over with lust. "Well, Carolyn, I'm afraid I can't just let things slide," he said, trying to keep his voice steady. "You know I have my own bills to pay." 

Caz leaned closer, her breasts threatening to spill out of their lacy confines. "I understand completely," she whispered, her hand sliding up her thigh, inching the hem of her dress even higher. "But what if I could offer you something... extra? Something that might make up for it?" 

Mr. Pemberton's eyes widened, and he visibly swallowed, his gaze locked on the strip of red fabric that now revealed a hint of bare skin. "I... I'm not sure what you mean," he stuttered, though the bulge in his pants betrayed his interest. 

Caz leaned back into the couch, her hand still resting high on her thigh. "Oh, I think you do," she said with a knowing smile. "A little something to show our appreciation for your understanding." She took another sip of water, her lips leaving a shiny trail on the glass. 

Darran watched from the sidelines, his cock hardening as the tension in the room grew. Caz had always had a way with words, but now she was using her body as a weapon, and it was a powerful one. She looked over at him, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Why don't you give us a moment alone, Honey?" she suggested, her voice low and seductive. "Let Mr. Pemberton and I have a little... chat." 

Darran's throat went dry, but he nodded, trying to play along. He knew this was Caz's show, and he would follow her lead. He retreated to the kitchen, his mind racing with images of what might happen next. He poured himself a much-needed glass of water, his hands shaking slightly. 

Back in the lounge, Caz had led Mr. Pemberton by the hand to the couch, her movements as graceful as a cat stalking its prey. She sat down next to him, her thigh brushing against his. The old man's breath was ragged, his eyes never leaving the crevice between her breasts. She leaned in, her breath warm against his ear. "I've always admired how hard you work, Mr. Pemberton," she murmured, her voice a sweet symphony of seduction. "And I know Darran does too. We just want to make sure you're... compensated for your understanding." 

With a flick of her wrist, she turned on the stereo, filling the room with the rhythmic beats of a sultry jazz tune. The music wove around them like a velvet embrace, setting the mood for the erotic dance she was about to perform. She stood up, her dress clinging to her curves as if painted on, and began to sway her hips to the rhythm. Her eyes never left Mr. Pemberton's, holding him captive in her gaze as she moved closer. 

Caz's body moved with a fluid grace that belied her nerves, her hips rolling in a hypnotic pattern. She stepped between his legs, straddling him, her ass mere inches from his lap. The fabric of her dress was so thin, he could almost feel the heat of her sex. His breath hitched, and she knew she had him. She placed her hands on his shoulders, her fingers digging into the fabric of his shirt as she began to move in time with the music, her breasts jiggling with each motion. 

With a feline grace, Caz turned her back to Mr. Pemberton, her heart racing. The room was thick with anticipation, the air electric. She felt his eyes on her, tracing the curves of her body, and she reveled in the power she had over him. In one smooth motion, she bent over, her hands reaching for the hem of her dress. She lifted it slowly, the fabric sliding over her thighs, her red lace-covered ass coming into view. She watched his reaction in the reflection of a nearby mirror—his eyes widened, his jaw dropped. 

Mr. Pemberton's hand trembled as he reached for his belt, his gaze never leaving the reflection of Caz's shapely behind. With a click and a rustle, his zipper came undone, and he pulled out his cock, which stood at half-mast, eager and waiting. Caz took a deep breath, the heat from his body radiating against her back, and she felt a thrill of excitement mingle with the nerves. Firstly she hadn't anticipated him taking his cock out, and secondly, she could not have imagined it would be this big! 

Her heart pounded in her chest as she slowly turned to face him. His eyes were dark with desire, and she believed she had him exactly where she wanted him. With a flick of her wrist, Caz allowed her dress to slip off her shoulders and pool at her feet. She stepped out of the fabric, revealing her red lace lingerie that matched her earlier tease. The sight of her body had him stroking himself more vigorously, his eyes never leaving hers. 

"I've always wondered what you had under those clothes," he rasped, his gaze raking over her curves. "Now let's see those titties." 

Caz's eyes widened at his crude demand, but she knew this was the moment of truth. She had to keep her cool and play along. She reached behind her back and unhooked her bra, letting it fall away from her body. Her breasts bounced free, the cool air in the room making her nipples tighten into hard peaks. 

Mr. Pemberton's eyes bulged as he took in the sight of her bare breasts, his hand moving faster on his cock. The directness of his gaze made Caz feel both vulnerable, but also hoped she was keeping control of the situation. She stepped closer, straddling him again, and placed her hands on his shoulders, pushing him back into the couch cushions. 

With a seductive smile, she leaned forward, her breasts swaying slightly with the movement. "Is this what you wanted?" she asked, her voice a purr. "To see what I've been hiding from you all this time?" 

Mr. Pemberton's eyes never left her chest as his hands reached up to cup her breasts. His thumbs grazed her nipples, eliciting a gasp from her. Caz felt a rush of excitement as she watched his rough hands on her sensitive skin. He squeezed, his grip firm but not painful, and she had to bite her bottom lip to keep from moaning. This was it, the moment she had been planning, the moment she had been building up to all day. She leaned into his touch, her body responding instinctively to his rough affection. 

"Yes," he groaned, his breath hot against her skin. "These are just... magnificent." His hands grew bolder, his thumbs flicking over her nipples in a steady rhythm. Caz felt her knees weaken, her body betraying her with each shiver of pleasure. She had thought she was in control, but the reality was so much more intense than her imagination had conjured. 

With a growl of pure lust, Mr. Pemberton's hands slid down her body, his fingers hooking into the waistband of her knickers. "Take these off," he demanded, his voice a gruff whisper. "I want to see all of you." 

Caz felt a shiver run down her spine, a mix of excitement and trepidation. She knew this was the moment she had been leading up to, the moment where she would truly bear herself to their landlord. She took a deep breath and stepped back, allowing her hands to glide down her sides, hooking her thumbs under the lacy band. With a slow, deliberate motion, she slid the fabric down, inch by inch, her heart racing as the cool air kissed her bare skin. 

As the red lace hit the floor, Caz felt a strange sense of vulnerability wash over her. She had been the one in control, the one orchestrating this risky plan, but now she was the one exposed, the one with everything to lose. Yet, there was something thrilling about it too—the way Mr. Pemberton's eyes devoured her, the way his hands trembled with desire. 

He reached for her, his cock now standing tall and proud before her, a sly smile playing on his lips. She knew what he wanted, and despite the racing thoughts in her head, she couldn't deny the wetness between her thighs. It was a strange mix of fear and excitement that made her pulse race. 

Kneeling before him, Caz took a moment to tie her hair back into a messy bun. She wanted no barriers between them, no distractions from the task at hand. She took a deep breath and leaned in, her heart hammering in her chest. His cock was large and intimidating, a stark contrast to the delicate pink of her lips. 

The tip was glistening with pre-cum, and she could smell the musky scent of his desire. She looked up at him, her eyes wide and full of both fear and excitement. She knew what was expected of her, and she was determined to play her part to the hilt. 

Leaning in, she parted her lips and took the head of his cock into her mouth, her tongue swirling around the tip. His groan of pleasure was music to her ears, and she felt a thrill of power as she began to suck. Mr. Pemberton's hands found their way into her hair, his grip tightening as she took more of him in. 

Caz had never felt so exposed, so vulnerable, yet the thrill of it was undeniable. Her eyes watered as she took him deeper, her throat constricting around his girth. She focused on her breathing, taking him in inch by inch, her cheeks hollowing with each bob of her head. He tasted faintly of sweat and desire, and she found herself getting wetter with each stroke of her tongue along his shaft. 

Mr. Pemberton's grip on her hair tightened, and he began to thrust his hips upward, holding her head firmly in place. He was in control now, fucking her throat with an intensity that left her gasping for air. She could feel the veins in her neck bulging, and the pressure was almost too much, but she pushed through it, driven by her own arousal. 

Darran, meanwhile, was in the kitchen, his ear cocked towards the living room. He had heard the unmistakable sounds of gagging, and his stomach tightened with a mix of anxiety and excitement. He knew he couldn't interfere, not now. This was Caz's moment, their ticket to rent relief, and he had to trust her to handle it. 

He took a sip of his water, trying to calm his racing thoughts. The plan had been for Caz to dance and strip, to let Mr. Pemberton get a good look, maybe grope her a bit. But as the sounds grew louder, he couldn't help but wonder if things had gone too far. He told himself it was all for the greater good, that Caz knew what she was doing. 

Back in the lounge, the throat fucking continued. 

The sound of Caz's muffled moans and the wet smack of her lips around Mr. Pemberton's cock grew rhythmic, filling the room with a primal symphony of lust. His hand was a vice in her hair, guiding her movements, his other hand fondling her breast roughly, pinching her nipple. Her eyes watered and she felt like she was choking. But to her surprise, she was loving it and did not want him to stop. 

The roughness of his touch only heightened her arousal. She had always enjoyed a bit of dominance in the bedroom, but this was something new, something raw and unbridled. The idea of being used for their gain added an edge to the encounter, a thrill that she never knew she craved. 

With a firm tug on her hair, Mr. Pemberton pulled her head back, his cock slipping out of her mouth with a wet pop. He was panting now, his chest heaving with need. "Enough," he grunted, his voice strained. "Climb on me, girl." It wasn't a question, it was an order. 

Caz knew she was in no position to refuse now, not if they wanted to continue living in this apartment. But there was an even stronger force in play here, she looked down at the old man's glistening cock, and wanted it inside her. 

"Just let me grab a condom," Caz whispered, her voice thick with need, trying to maintain a semblance of control. 

Mr. Pemberton's grip on her hair tightened. "No," he said firmly. "I want to feel you, all of you. No barriers." 

Caz's heart skipped a beat, but she didn't protest. Instead, she climbed onto the couch, straddling him again, her wetness coating her thighs. She reached down and took his cock in her hand, feeling its heat and weight. She was surprised at how submissive she was feeling, he now had complete control, and she was his to do with what he wanted. 

With a wicked smile, Mr. Pemberton leaned back, enjoying the sight of Caz poised above him. "You know what to do," he said, his voice low and commanding. Caz nodded, her body responding to his dominance despite her racing thoughts. She positioned herself over him, her hand guiding his cock to her entrance. She took a deep breath and lowered herself onto him, her walls stretching to accommodate his size. 

The sensation was overwhelming—the pressure, the heat, the raw, unfiltered feeling of skin on skin. She threw her head back and moaned, her eyes closing as she took him inch by inch. His grip on her hips was firm, guiding her movements as she began to ride him. The leather of the couch was cold and unyielding beneath her, a stark contrast to the warmth of his body. 

Darran's eyes were glued to the crack in the kitchen door, his hand wrapped tight around his cock, stroking in time with the sounds of their muffled cries. He could hear the wet smack of skin and the creak of the couch, and he knew exactly what was happening in the other room. His mind was a whirlwind of emotions—shock, arousal, guilt, and something else, something primal. He felt like he was watching a scene from a porn film, but it was real, and it was happening to his girlfriend. 

Caz's eyes fluttered closed as Mr. Pemberton's cock pushed deeper, filling her up in a way she had never experienced before. His girth stretched her to the limit, and she couldn't help but gasp at the sensation. Despite the initial discomfort, she found herself grinding down onto him, eager for more. The feel of his bare cock inside her was intimate, raw, and utterly thrilling. 

The old man groaned with pleasure as he watched her body take him in, his hands digging into her flesh as he guided her movements. She was so wet, so eager, and it was driving him wild. Caz felt a mix of emotions—shame, excitement, and a burning desire to please. She had never felt so used, so objectified, and yet she was reveling in it. Her body responded to his every touch, her hips moving in a rhythm that was as old as time itself. 

Mr. Pemberton's breathing grew heavier, his chest rising and falling with each deep inhale. His eyes were squeezed shut, and his face contorted with the effort to hold back his climax. Caz could feel the tension in his body, the way his muscles tensed beneath her. She knew he was close, and she wanted to be the one to push him over the edge. 

Leaning in, she whispered in his ear, "Cum inside me, Mr. Pemberton. Fill me up with your cum." The words were a heady mix of power and submission, a declaration of her intent to give him everything he wanted. 

His eyes snapped open, and he looked at her with a feral intensity that made her heart race even faster. With a grunt, he reached up, grabbing her hips and pulling her down hard onto his cock. Caz gasped as she felt him swell within her, his grip bruising her flesh as he pounded upwards, his need for release palpable. 

Her words had been the final catalyst, and Mr. Pemberton lost all semblance of control. With a roar, he came, his hot seed filling her up as she had requested. Caz's climax hit her like a wave, crashing over her as she threw her head back and cried out, her body spasming around him. 

It was only a few seconds later that he indicated she should remove herself from him. The lack of affection in his voice was stark, a stark contrast to the passionate intensity of their encounter. She lifted herself, feeling the warmth of his cum running down her inner thigh, a stark reminder of what she had just done. 

Mr. Pemberton began to get dressed, his movements quick and efficient, as if trying to put the last few minutes behind him as quickly as possible. Caz felt a coldness seep into the room as if their passionate interlude had never occurred. She reached for her clothes, her hands shaking with a mix of emotion and the coldness that had set into her body. 

As she pulled her dress over her head, she heard him speak, his voice gruff and businesslike. "That was quite a performance, Carolyn," he said, tucking in his shirt. "I'd say it was worth one week's reduction on the rent." 

Caz froze, her heart sinking. She had hoped for a more substantial concession, but she knew better than to argue. She turned to face him, trying to compose herself. "Thank you, Mr. Pemberton," she said meekly, her voice barely above a whisper. "I'm... I'm just happy we could come to an understanding." 

Mr. Pemberton looked at her, his expression unreadable. "Every time," he repeated, his tone final. "One week's rent, each time." It wasn't a suggestion, it was a declaration, a new rule that had been set in stone by the very act they had just engaged in. 

Without waiting for a response, he stood up, tucking his shirt into his trousers and fastening his belt. Caz watched him, her body still trembling from the intensity of their encounter. He walked through the kitchen, where Darran was now leaning against the counter, his expression a mix of shock, arousal, and horror. Mr. Pemberton's eyes flicked over to him, and he offered a knowing smile before he left. The door clicked shut behind him, leaving Caz and Darran in a silence that was deafening. 

Darran couldn't tear his gaze away from Caz. She sat on the couch, her dress back in place but her panties still lying on the floor like a crimson confession. Her face was flushed, her hair a wild mess from the fervent tugging. 

"So you fucked him then?" he finally asked, his voice barely above a whisper. It was a stupid question. The answer was written all over her body, in the smudged lipstick and the way she sat—slightly unsteady, as if the world had shifted beneath her. 

Caz just nodded, unable to find the words. She had never felt so cheap, so used, and yet so incredibly alive. The act had been more than just a transaction; it had been an awakening of desires she didn't even know existed. She had given herself to Mr. Pemberton. 

Darran's cock was still standing at attention, a silent testament to his arousal despite the stark reality of what had just transpired. He swallowed hard, trying to push down the knot of tension in his throat. "Did you like it?" he managed to ask, his voice cracking with the strain of his conflicting emotions. 

Caz's eyes snapped to his, and she could see the hunger in his gaze. The question was loaded, but she knew he needed to hear the truth. "Yeah," she admitted, her voice shaking. "It was... intense." The memory of Mr. Pemberton's rough hands on her body, his thick cock filling her, sent a fresh wave of heat through her, and she felt her pussy clench with desire. 

Darran's eyes fell to his hand, which was wrapped around his cock, stroking slowly. "Good," he said, his voice a low growl. Caz watched as he began to pump himself, the muscles in his forearm flexing with the motion. It was mesmerizing, and she felt her arousal spike again. 

"He filled me with his cum." She says seductively as she opens her legs and slowly lifts her dress. "And now it's your turn." 

Caz's voice was thick with lust, her eyes gleaming with a mischievous spark as she watched Darran's reaction. He had seen the raw need in Mr. Pemberton's eyes, heard the desperate sounds of her pleasure, and felt the tremor of the floorboards as the old man had taken her. 

Darran didn't waste a moment. He dropped his trousers to the floor, his cock bobbing up eagerly as he approached her. He didn't bother with foreplay, didn't whisper sweet nothings or kiss her tenderly. Instead, he took her by the hips and positioned himself at her entrance, the head of his cock nudging against the warm, sticky mess that was already there. 

With one hard thrust, he buried himself inside her, the sensation of Mr. Pemberton's cum surrounding him as he claimed her once more. Caz's eyes went wide, a gasp escaping her lips as she felt her body stretch to accommodate his length. The feeling was indescribable, a mix of fullness and violation that only served to fuel her own burning need. 

Darran began to fuck her with an urgency that mirrored the pounding of his own heart. Each stroke was deep and powerful, his cock sliding through the slickness that remained from the old man's release. It was a strange turn-on for Caz, feeling so used, so claimed, by two men in such a short time. She reached up, grabbed Darran's shirt, and pulled him down for a desperate kiss. Their tongues collided, mingling with the taste of the other man on her mouth. 

Their bodies moved in a frenzied dance, the couch creaking beneath them as they pushed each other to the edge. Caz's moans grew louder, more desperate, as Darran's cock hit all the right spots. She could feel the echo of Mr. Pemberton's presence within her, his cum acting as a lubricant for their passionate encounter. The thought only spurred her on, her hips bucking wildly as Darran fucked her like an animal in heat. 

Darran's breath was ragged, his eyes never leaving hers as he felt the pressure building within him. With a roar, he thrust into her one final time, his cock swelling and spurting deep inside her, mixing with the remnants of their landlord's seed. Caz screamed out her own climax, her nails digging into his back as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her. 

For a few moments, they remained there, chests heaving, bodies entwined, the scent of sex heavy in the air. Then, reality began to seep back in. Caz leaned back against the couch cushions, her legs still wrapped around Darran's waist, and she smirked up at him, her eyes gleaming with a hint of mischief. 

"Don't you want to know about the rent?" she whispered, her voice low and teasing. 

Darran's eyes snapped open, the fog of pleasure lifting to reveal the cold reality of their situation. He had been so caught up in the heat of the moment that he had forgotten the very reason Caz had seduced their landlord. "The rent?" he murmured, his voice thick with disbelief. 

Caz's smirk grew wider as she nodded. "Oh yes," she said, her voice still breathless from their passion. "One week's reduction, every time." 

Darran pulled back, his cock slipping out of her with a wet sound that seemed to echo in the suddenly silent room. He stared at her, his mind racing. "Every time?" he repeated. 

Caz nodded, her arousal slowly waning to be replaced by a sense of satisfaction. "Every time," she confirmed, her voice a sultry purr.