A week passed with an eerie calmness. There were no more visits from Mr. Pemberton, no more tense exchanges about the rent. They paid the reduced amount and hoped for the best, but the silence was deafening, and the anticipation was almost unbearable. It was as if the world had stopped spinning, waiting for the next beat in this twisted tango of debauchery and desperation. 

Then, one evening as the sun dipped below the horizon, casting the apartment in a warm, golden glow, the sound of the letterbox snapping open shattered the quiet. Darran, who had been lost in his thoughts, jumped at the sudden intrusion. He walked over and picked up the envelope that lay on the floor. It was a simple note, scribbled in Mr. Pemberton's spidery handwriting. His heart racing, he opened it to find an invitation for Caz to visit his place that very evening, with a postscript that said Darran was welcome to join if he wished. 

The couple exchanged glances, the unspoken question hanging in the air. Caz took the note from Darran's hand, her eyes scanning the words before looking back up at him, a mix of excitement and trepidation in her gaze. "Well," she said, a hint of a smile playing on her lips, "it seems the rent is due again." 

With surprising ease, she stood and made her way to the bedroom, her hips swaying in a way that had become more deliberate, more seductive since their last encounter with Mr. Pemberton. Darran followed, his eyes on the sway of her ass as she disappeared into the room. 

Caz took her time getting ready, choosing an outfit that would be sure to drive the old man wild—a short black dress that hugged her curves, leaving little to the imagination, and a pair of heels that made her legs look endless. She applied her makeup with a heavy hand, her eyes smoky and her lips a dark red that matched her underwear. In the mirror, she practiced her most alluring smile, the one that could make anyone melt. 

Darran watched her, his cock growing hard again just from the thought of what was to come. He tried to keep his emotions in check, but the excitement was palpable. He knew he shouldn't enjoy this, but he couldn't deny the thrill it gave him to watch Caz transform herself into a sexual weapon. 

Caz emerged from the bedroom, and Darran couldn't help but whistle at the sight of her. She looked like a fucking goddess, ready to conquer the world—or at least their financial woes. They shared a knowing look, and without another word, they grabbed their coats and headed out into the crisp night air. 

The walk to Mr. Pemberton's place was tense, filled with a mix of excitement and dread. The old man's townhouse loomed in front of them, the lights flickering in the windows like a beacon of depravity. Darran felt his palms sweat as they approached the door. What kind of shit had they gotten themselves into? 

The door swung open before they could even knock, and Mr. Pemberton's lecherous grin greeted them. "Ah, right on time," he said, his eyes raking over Caz's body. "Do come in, both of you." 

Stepping into the townhouse, Caz and Darran were hit by a wall of heat and the faint smell of cigar smoke. The place was a mess, with papers and books scattered across the floor and a half-empty whiskey bottle on the coffee table. But what surprised them most was the presence of another man, lounging in an armchair by the fireplace. 

"This is Peter," Mr. Pemberton said, his voice a low purr. "A very good friend of mine." Peter looked up, his eyes twinkling with mischief. He was indeed around the same age as Mr. Pemberton, but his frame was thinner, his bald head gleaming in the soft lamplight. A thin beard framed his mouth, which curled into a smile as he took in the sight of Caz. 

"And if you can manage to satisfy us both," Mr. Pemberton continued, his tone a blend of suggestion and demand, "I'd be willing to reduce the rent by two weeks this month." 

Caz felt a thrill run down her spine at the challenge in his voice. She had been with two men at once, but that was some time ago and in very different circumstances. Now, with the prospect of financial relief and the undeniable pull of the taboo, she found herself nodding in agreement. "Okay," she murmured, her voice thick with lust. "I'll do it." 

Darran's surprise was written all over his face, but as he looked at Caz, he could see the determination in her eyes. He felt his cock twitch in his pants, the thought of her taking on both men again filling him with a mix of lust and excitement. He knew he couldn't stop her now, and he didn't want to. 

Mr. Pemberton gestured to the corner of the room, and Darran found himself moving on autopilot, taking a seat in the chair that had been positioned there. It was a throne of sorts, allowing him a clear view of the decadent scene about to unfold. He watched as Caz stepped closer to the two older men, her hips swaying with each step, a seductive rhythm that seemed to echo through the cluttered room. 

Their hands were like starving creatures, grasping at the feast before them. They wasted no time, their fingers digging into Caz's flesh as they stripped her. The dress was lifted over her head, revealing her matching red lingerie set. The fabric was already damp with anticipation, and the sight of her exposed body sent a jolt of electricity through Darran's cock. He sat back, his eyes glued to the scene, his hand slipping into his pants to grip his shaft. 

Mr. Pemberton and Peter didn't bother with subtleties. Their cocks were already out, standing proud and expectant. Caz took a moment to admire them, her eyes traveling from one to the other, her breath hitching in her throat. The two men were in stark contrast—Mr. Pemberton's cock thick and veiny, a testament to his age, and Peter's smoother and slightly longer, but no less impressive. 

Her hands reached out almost of their own accord, her fingers wrapping around both shafts in a delicate grip that had both men groaning with pleasure. She stroked them in unison, her movements sure and confident despite the butterflies in her stomach. The feel of their skin, warm and velvety, was foreign yet thrilling, and she found herself getting wetter by the second. 

With a final look of defiance at Darran, she dropped to her knees, her tits bouncing with the movement. They were both exposed now, the pale mounds framing her face like a macabre halo. The men took advantage immediately, guiding their cocks to her mouth, pressing them against her soft lips. Caz didn't hesitate, parting her mouth to accept first one, then the other. She bobbed her head, the muscles in her cheeks working as she tried to fit as much of their girth as possible down her throat. 

Darran watched in amazement as his girlfriend took on the two old men with a vigor he had never seen in her before. She had always been adventurous in bed, but this was something else entirely. It was as if she had unlocked a part of herself she had kept hidden, and he couldn't help but feel a twisted sense of pride at her ability to handle them both. 

Caz's tits bobbed as she moved her mouth back and forth between Mr. Pemberton and Peter, her cheeks hollowing with each suck. Her knickers were the only thing left on her now, a scrap of lace that barely covered her pussy. The fabric was damp, clinging to her skin, a silent testament to her arousal. Darran's cock was rock hard in his hand as he watched, his strokes growing more erratic as the men's moans grew louder. 

Mr. Pemberton took control, gripping the back of her head and forcing her to take his entire length. Caz gagged, her eyes watering, but she didn't pull away. Instead, she took it, her throat stretching around his girth, her tongue swirling around the head as he held her in place. Peter watched with a greedy gaze, stroking himself in time with Caz's movements, his other hand reaching out to tweak her nipple, eliciting a muffled squeal from the back of her throat. 

When Mr. Pemberton finally released her, she gasped for air, her cheeks flushed and her eyes glazed with lust. Without missing a beat, she turned to Peter, taking his cock into her mouth with the same enthusiasm. Her breasts jiggled with each bob, the fabric of her knickers sticking to her damp skin. She was theirs to use, their toy for the night, and she reveled in the feeling of submission. 

As Peter's cock slid over her tongue, Mr. Pemberton stepped behind her, his hands resting on her hips. He took a moment to appreciate the view—his tenant's girlfriend on her knees before his friend, her body offered up like a sacrifice to the gods of debauchery. Then, with a quick flick of his wrist, he pulled her knickers down, revealing her plump ass and the wetness that had soaked through the fabric. 

Caz felt the cool air hit her skin, sending a shiver down her spine. She knew what was coming next, and the anticipation was almost too much to bear. She focused on Peter's cock, taking him as deep as she could, her eyes never leaving Darran's in the mirror across the room. He was still stroking himself, his expression pure arousal. 

Mr. Pemberton's hands slid around her waist, his touch firm and possessive as he pulled her to her feet. He stepped closer, his cock brushing against her ass as he leaned in to whisper in her ear, his breath hot and ragged. "You're going to be a good little slut for us, aren't you?" His words sent a bolt of electricity through her, making her pussy clench with need. 

It wasn't a question that required a response, he plunged his cock into her pussy, and she could feel the stretch of her body as it accommodated his thick length. She gasped, her eyes widening in the mirror, watching as Darran's hand sped up on his cock, his jaw clenched tight as he watched. 

The sensation was overwhelming, the pressure inside her building with each thrust. Mr. Pemberton wasn't gentle, but Caz didn't want him to be. She craved the roughness, the feeling of being used, the thrill of doing something so wrong in the name of survival. Peter took her mouth again, his cock sliding over her tongue as Mr. Pemberton fucked her from behind. 

"You were right," Peter said, his voice strained as he watched Caz's cheeks hollow with the effort of taking his length. "She is a fucking slut." 

Mr. Pemberton chuckled darkly, his grip on her hips tightening as he slammed into her. "You have no idea," he murmured, his voice thick with lust. "She's been begging for it since they moved in." 

Caz's eyes snapped to the mirror, meeting Darran's horrified gaze. The realization dawned on her, the weight of their situation crushing her. This wasn't just a spontaneous arrangement—it had been planned, manipulated. She felt like a pawn in a twisted game she had no idea she was playing. 

"I filled her with my cum once already," Mr. Pemberton grunted, "we can both do it today." His words were a challenge, a declaration of ownership. Caz's mind reeled as Peter's cock filled her mouth, her cheeks hollowed with the effort of deep-throating him. 

"You want that slut?" the old man goaded, his eyes gleaming with a perverse joy. 

The words hit Caz like a slap in the face, and she realized the depth of their depravity. But it was too late to back out, the game had already begun, and she had willingly played her part. She felt a strange thrill at the idea of being used, shared between these two men who held their future in their hands. The thought of them both filling her up was strangely arousing, a dark thrill that sent a shiver down her spine. 

With a nod, she took Peter's cock deeper into her mouth, her throat working overtime to accommodate him. She felt Mr. Pemberton's grip tighten on her hips as he drove into her with renewed vigor, the sound of flesh slapping against flesh echoing through the room. 

As Mr. Pemberton's breath grew ragged, Caz could feel the tension in his body building. His thrusts grew more erratic, and she knew he was close. Peter's hand shot out, grabbing a fistful of her hair and pulling her off his cock with a wet pop. "You heard him," Peter said, his voice gruff with need. "I'm next." 

Mr. Pemberton grunted, his grip on her hips tightening. Caz braced herself, feeling the pressure within her build as the old man's cock grew thicker, his strokes more urgent. And then, with a roar that seemed to shake the very foundations of the room, he came, his hot cum flooding her pussy, filling her up as if she were nothing more than a receptacle for their desires. She felt his cock pulse within her, his seed spilling out of her with each pump, mixing with the wetness that had been building since the moment they had made this twisted deal. 

As the tremors of his climax subsided, Mr. Pemberton pulled out, leaving a trail of cum to roll down her leg and pool on the floor. The empty feeling was fleeting, a mere precursor to the next act in their depraved performance. Before she had time to catch her breath, Peter was there, his cock slick with precum and need. He didn't bother with pleasantries, instead sliding into her without ceremony, his length pushing into the space that had just been occupied by Mr. Pemberton. 

"Fuck, she's still tight," he groaned, his voice thick with amazement. "Even filled with your cum." 

Mr. Pemberton chuckled, his hand coming to rest on Caz's shoulder. "It's not the first time you've followed me in, but this is the best one yet," he said, his eyes glinting with mirth as he watched Peter fuck her from behind. The room was a cacophony of sounds—the slap of flesh on flesh. 

The walls of the townhouse had borne witness to countless scenes like this, the echoes of past tenants' cries and moans lingering in the shadows. It was a well-rehearsed dance, a transaction of flesh and desire that had played out over the years. The walls held secrets of debts paid in lust and rent in arrears, a cycle that Mr. Pemberton had mastered. 

The sudden shift in Mr. Pemberton's attention snapped Darran out of his trance. His eyes narrowed as he took in the scene before him—his girlfriend, the love of his life, being used by these two old men for their sick amusement. "Are you going to let your girlfriend do all the work?" Mr. Pemberton's question hung in the air, a challenge that cut through the heavy silence. 

With a smirk, he gestured to his now-softening cock, still slick with Caz's juices. "Come over here and clean this up," he said, his voice dripping with arrogance. 

Almost on autopilot, Darran walked over to the old man. The thought of what he was about to do should have been abhorrent, but somehow it wasn't. Yes, they needed the rent reduced, and if this was the price, he would pay it, but there was something else, he was aroused by the act. Slowly, he dropped to his knees, his eyes never leaving Mr. Pemberton's smug expression. 

Mr. Pemberton looked down at him, his cock still semi-hard, a bead of cum clinging to the tip. The room felt like it was spinning around him, but Darran focused on the task at hand. He leaned in and took the head of the old man's cock into his mouth, feeling the warmth and the slightly salty taste of Mr. Pemberton's release. He bobbed his head, tentatively at first, but then with more confidence. The act of giving head was not new to him, but doing it under these circumstances was. He felt his cock stir in his pants, and he realized with a mix of horror and fascination that he was enjoying this. 

Caz watched in the mirror, her eyes wide with shock. She had never seen Darran with another man, and certainly not like this. But there was something about the power dynamic that had her pussy clenching around Peter's cock. She knew she had crossed a line, but she couldn't stop now. Her moans grew louder as Peter picked up his pace, filling her to the brim with his length. 

"Wow, seems we have two cum sluts here!" Peter exclaimed, his voice filled with a mix of amazement and lust. 

Darran felt a strange sense of pride as Mr. Pemberton's cock grew fully erect again under his ministrations. Despite the revulsion he should have felt, there was an undeniable thrill in being the one to bring the old man back to life. His tongue flicked over the head, tasting the saltiness of his cum mixed with his girlfriend's juices, and he realized with a jolt that he found it arousing. 

The sight of Darran's head bobbing up and down was too much for Peter to handle. He watched in the mirror, his grip on Caz's hips tightening as he fucked her faster, harder. Caz's eyes met Darran's in the reflection, a silent question, but he only nodded, his mouth full of their landlord's cock. She took it as an affirmation, her hips bucking back against Peter, urging him deeper. 

Her pussy was so wet, so filled with Mr. Pemberton's cum that it was making wet slapping sounds with each thrust. Peter's cock was like a piston in a well-oiled machine, moving in and out of her with a rhythm that seemed to match the beat of her racing heart. 

And then, with a final, guttural grunt, Peter exploded inside her. Caz felt the hot spurt of cum fill her, the sensation pushing her over the edge. Her eyes squeezed shut as she screamed out her climax, her body convulsing around him, her juices mixing with Peter's seed. 

As she collapsed forwards, her knees giving out, she glanced over at Darran with his mouth full of Mr. Pemberton's cock. The old man grabbed Darran's head, his grip surprisingly strong as he pushed himself down the younger man's throat. Darran gagged, his eyes watering, as Mr. Pemberton's thick member filled his mouth. The taste was overpowering, a mix of the old man's musk and Caz's sweetness that made his stomach churn and his cock throb. 

"Fuck, I'm cumming again!" Mr. Pemberton bellowed, and Darran felt the hot flood of cum fill his mouth. He had to swallow quickly to avoid choking, his throat convulsing around the man's shaft. 

Mr. Pemberton's hand loosened, and his cock slipped from Darran's mouth with a wet pop. He leaned back in the armchair, his chest heaving with exertion. "Good boy," he murmured, patting Darran's cheek almost affectionately. 

Darran's face was a mess of cum and sweat, but he remained on his knees, his eyes fixed on Peter, who was still standing behind Caz, his cock now softening. The room was thick with the scent of sex and power, a heady cocktail that left Darran's mind spinning. He licked his lips, the taste of the old man's cum lingering, and beckoned Peter closer with a crooked finger. 

"Look, he wants more cock," Peter said, his voice laced with a smug satisfaction that made Darran's stomach turn and his cock twitch. There was something about the way Darran was kneeling there, eyes glazed over and mouth open, that made Peter's blood boil with lust. He stumbled over, his legs shaky from the recent orgasm, and presented his cock to Darran. It was still slick with Caz's juices, a fact that only made Darran's heart race faster. 

"Well, I will oblige," Peter murmured, placing his hand on Darran's head and guiding it closer to his crotch. Darran's eyes flicked up to the mirror again, watching as Caz, now lying on the floor, propped herself up on her elbows to watch. Her chest heaved with each breath, her tits bouncing slightly with the effort. 

Within moments, Peter's cock was hard again, a testament to his age and his depravity. He took it in hand, stroking it in front of Darran's face. "You want this?" he asked, a hint of a challenge in his tone. 

Darran looked up at Peter, his eyes glazed over with a mix of lust and hunger. He didn't know what he wanted, but his body was betraying him, his cock straining against his pants. With a nod, he parted his lips, and Peter took that as an invitation. He thrust back into Darran's mouth, the taste of Caz still lingering on his shaft. 

The younger man took Peter's cock eagerly, his tongue swirling around the tip, tasting the remnants of Caz's pussy juice mixed with the old man's cum. The salty taste was strange, but it was the power play that was turning him on, the feeling of being used by these two men who had so much power over their lives. 

Peter didn't waste any time, pumping his cock into Darran's mouth with an almost surprising vigor. The old man's hand remained on the back of Darran's head, pushing him down further each time, making him gag and choke. Yet, Darran didn't resist, his eyes watering, but his cock pulsing with each thrust. 

Within minutes, Peter's hips were moving erratically, and he let out a loud grunt, his cum spurting into Darran's mouth. Darran swallowed it all, his cock pulsing in his pants as he felt the warmth of Peter's seed slide down his throat. It was a strange feeling, one he had never experienced before, and it left him feeling both used and oddly satisfied. 

As Peter stepped away, Mr. Pemberton finally stood, his cock now flaccid and glistening with a mix of sweat and cum. He reached for his trousers, his movements deliberate and calculated as he began to dress. The silence in the room was deafening, the only sounds were the rustling of fabric and the ragged breaths of the four of them. 

Caz, still naked and trembling from her intense orgasm, took her cue from the old men and began collecting her scattered clothing. Each item she picked up seemed to carry the weight of what had just happened, each piece of fabric a silent testament to her submission. Her red lingerie was the first to be retrieved, the dampness of her arousal clinging to it like a second skin. She slipped it back on, the fabric sticking to her curves as if it was trying to hold onto the memories of the men's touch. 

Mr. Pemberton watched her with a detached interest, his mind already shifting from the carnality of the moment to the practicalities of their arrangement. "So, two fucks for young Carolyn here, plus two blowjobs, let's call it three weeks rent, shall we?" The question was rhetorical, a statement of fact rather than an inquiry. The air in the room had shifted from one of depravity to one of business. 

Caz, now dressed in the clothes she had so hastily removed earlier, felt the weight of Peter's hand on her shoulder. She turned to face him, her expression a mix of confusion and gratitude. He offered her a crooked smile, holding out a crumpled fifty-pound note. "Something extra from me," he said, his voice gruff but not entirely unkind. "Get yourselves a nice dinner or something." 

With a nod, Caz took the money, tucking it into her bra. The gesture was a stark reminder of the transaction that had just occurred, but she couldn't help the warmth that spread through her body. The power they held over her was intoxicating, and she found herself craving more of it. She watched as Peter zipped up his pants, his gaze lingering on her for a moment before turning to leave the room. 

As Mr. Pemberton saw them to the door, Caz felt a strange mix of emotions—gratitude, lust, pride, and a burning need for release. She knew they had to get home, to process what had happened, to find a way to deal with the new reality of their lives. But all she could think about was getting Darran's cock inside her, to claim him back after being used by the two old men. 

The moment they stepped out into the cool night air, she turned to him, her eyes searching his for any sign of disgust or regret. But what she found was a smoldering look of desire that matched the one in her gaze. Without a word, she leaned in, pressing her lips to his in a hungry kiss, her tongue darting out to taste him, and the lingering flavor of the old men's cum in his mouth. 

They stumbled back to their apartment, the kiss deepening as they moved, the need to be alone and reconnect consuming them both. The short walk home was a blur of passion, their bodies moving together in a silent dance of understanding. When they finally reached their front door, they barely managed to break the kiss long enough to fumble with the keys before falling inside. 

In the dimly lit living room, they collapsed onto the couch, the fabric sticking to their sweat-slicked skin. Caz straddled Darran, her breasts heaving with each breath, her eyes searching his for any hint of what he was feeling. He looked up at her, a strange mix of awe and admiration in his gaze. "You were amazing," he murmured, his voice hoarse from the scene they had just left. 

Her cheeks flushed with pleasure at the compliment, she leaned in to kiss him, her tongue sliding against his. "Not just me baby, I think you've got some skills of your own." 

They both laughed, the tension of the evening breaking like a dam. It was a strange sort of intimacy, born from the depravity they had just shared. Caz began to unbutton Darran's shirt, her fingers trembling with excitement. They were both still high on the power play, the thrill of the forbidden. "Do you think we could get a whole month off next time?" she whispered against his neck, her teeth grazing his skin. 

Darran groaned, his cock swelling at the thought. "I don't know, but it's worth a try." He reached for her breasts, squeezing them gently as she ground her hips against his. He could feel her heat, her wetness, the evidence of her arousal from the evening's events. 

"We could do it" he murmured into her ear. "If he brings more friends." 

"How many do you think we can service?" she asked with a smile that was as much a challenge as it was a question. 

Darran felt a thrill run through him, his heart racing at the thought. He had never been the dominant one in their relationship, but the power dynamic they had just experienced had him reeling. "As many as it takes," he murmured, his voice low and gruff with desire. 

"Yes!" Caz responded, her voice firm and filled with excitement. She reached down and unbuckled Darran's belt, her hands shaking slightly. She pulled his cock out, the sight of it hard and ready for her making her pussy clench. She began to stroke him, her hand moving up and down his length, her thumb smearing the precum that beaded at the tip. 

Mr. Pemberton's words echoed in their minds as they touched each other, the thought of satisfying more men, of using their bodies for their benefit, filling them with a dark thrill. The idea of reducing their rent further by indulging in more of these sexual acts was almost too much to handle. 

Little did they know that at that same moment back in his house, Mr Pemberton and Peter were already planning for the next meeting. "They handled the two of us with ease, I'm not surprised with Carolyn, I knew she had it in her. But Darran, he exceeded expectations, he sucked cock like an old pro." 

"Yes," Peter said with a smug smile, "I think we might have found ourselves a real pair here." 

Mr. Pemberton nodded, his thoughts racing. "The rent is paid for the next month, but I think it's time to expand our little arrangement. We'll invite some friends over, and see how far they're willing to go." His eyes glinted with excitement as he pondered the possibilities. "The more they service, the more I can reduce their rent." 

"Time to get the old gang back together," Peter replied with a laugh.