The apartment was stifling, the air thick with tension and all things newborn. I sat on the edge of the worn sofa, my hands clasped tightly around a crumpled piece of paper—the damn eviction notice. My hazel-green eyes, tired these past five months, but still usually sparkling with pride at being a new mom, were now clouded with anxiety.

I was twenty, and sitting beside me was Alex, my twenty-two-year-old boyfriend, and the father of our five-month-old baby daughter, Amelia. He shifted uncomfortably, his slim frame almost disappearing into the cushions with despair. Our precious angel lay asleep inside her basket, arms length away from us, oblivious to the storm brewing around her.

Alex had lost his job six months ago, he managed to find bits and pieces of work, but only enough to feed us, so the bills had piled up like a mountain neither of us could climb. With no family support, for reasons that are irrelevant to this story, the rent was six months overdue, and Terry, our landlord, had finally lost his patience and sympathy.

He was understanding in the beginning. I was eight months pregnant when Alex lost his job. Terry cut us a break because Alex was constantly looking for a new one, but there was nothing out there that paid what we needed to cover the bills. We faced losing our cozy apartment and being put into welfare housing. The very system we’d both escaped, leaving our parents behind.

I remembered the way Terry’s voice had tightened when he handed us the notice. “Pay the rent or get out,” he said, his tone leaving no room for negotiation.

But then a sinister glint in his eyes and a cruel smirk that made my stomach churn soon appeared. He offered us a solution that was both dirty and disgusting, both immoral and illegal; it was also the oldest trade-off in the world. At fifty-six, he was more than twice my age, but there was an undeniable power in his demeanour as he looked me up and down with a hint of desire in his eyes.

My heart sank at the time, and it was yet to resurface. Alex tried to defend my honour, our honour, even Amelia’s honour, but Terry was a tall, well-built man, an ex-military man. Alex couldn’t do anything to Terry without a weapon, despite their significant age difference, and thankfully, he knew it. Otherwise, the situation would have only become terrifyingly worse, much worse.

Terry’s degrading offer didn’t need to be spelled out. It was crystal clear what he was suggesting and offering. The room went silent, the weight of his ‘compromise’, as he called it, pressed down heavily on Alex and me. We both turned pale, my jaw clenched, his fists clenched. But our eyes revealed that we were asking the same question inwardly.

What other options do we have? Of course, we had other options, but none of them were desirable. I refused to raise our baby girl amongst drug dealers and junkies, poverty and crime. I swore I’d never go back to the gutter of my roots. All we needed was for Alex to find another job, and for me to return to college once Amelia was older.

Later that evening, after Terry had left us to ponder over his devious solution, Alex and I retreated to our bedroom, closing the door behind us for the night. Amelia was sound asleep in her crib, her cute, soft noises the only sound inside the apartment. I sat on the edge of the bed, my hands trembling, my eyes looking dejected at Alex.

“You have to find a job, Alex. I can’t do this,” I told him, my voice breaking into a million little pieces. “I can’t have sex with Terry.”

My boyfriend sighed, deflated, scratching his head. “What choice do we have, Katy? It’s Terry or the streets. I will make some calls in the morning, but I’m not going to find a job and get paid by Friday. We can’t lose this place, not with Amelia.”

I knew he was right, but the thought of Terry seeing me naked and spreading my legs for him made me want to throw up.

“He’s old enough to be our father! Amelia’s grandfather!” I scowled in disgust.

Alex knelt in front of me, like I imagined he would if he ever proposed, and took my hand in his. “I know, Katy. I know it is. I don’t want you to do it either, but it’s just one time. If we do this, we’re square with him. I promise I’ll find something before the rent is due again, after the debt is settled.”

I looked into his eyes, searching for reassurance, a sign that this was the right decision under the circumstances. But all I saw and heard was desperation, the same desperation I felt.

“What if he hurts me? What if he wants to do things… you know… unusual things,” I asked anxiously.

Alex’s grip tightened. “He won’t. I’ll make sure of it. I’ll be here the whole time. I’ll make sure you’re safe.”

“With Amelia here?” I panicked.

“I know, I know,” Alex sighed, cringing at the thought. “But it’s the only way to make sure you’re safe.”

I nodded, tears welling up in my eyes. “Ok, I breathed. “Ok, Alex.”

The day arrived sooner than I was prepared for. I woke with several knots in my stomach and with the weight of unfair expectation and tremendous trepidation. Alex was already out of bed, feeding Amelia the milk I had expressed the night before. He didn’t say much when I entered the living room.

After a shower, I stood in front of the bedroom mirror, staring at my reflection, dreading getting ready. My body used to be full and firm in all the right places, with a tight, flat tummy, before I unintentionally caught pregnant with Amelia. Now I was simply full and round with huge boobs and a bit of a belly.

I luckily didn’t binge eat during pregnancy, and breastfeeding really did help me lose some of the weight I inevitably gained. But I still looked post-pregnancy, not as attractive as before. My nipples were large and pink, darkened during the pregnancy. My thighs were smooth and thick, and my buttocks round and soft. I also had stretch marks.

Alex still loved my body, though, so I was straight on the pill before we started having sex again. But I was still going to insist that Terry use a condom. Five condoms, all at the same time, if possible. I sighed, unable to believe I was going to let him touch me. I looked lower into the mirror, at my thatch of dark blonde curls, and the part of my body that was going to seal the deal, like a whore.

Once ready, I returned to the living room to find Alex getting ready to leave with Amelia. “I’ll be back in a couple of hours,” he said, his voice sombre, his expression devastated when he saw the makeup on my face, and my lips were painted red. “I’ll take Amelia to the park and give her lunch there. You’ll be ok, right? We just can’t be here for this.”

I forced a smile. “I understand. You go. Take Amelia. I’ll be fine,” I lied.

I watched as Alex strapped our baby into the pram, his face and body language void of any emotion. When he kissed me goodbye, his soft lips were cold, and even his touch was distant. It was heartbreaking.

Terry arrived promptly at 11 am, a bottle of wine in his hand. “I thought we could make this a little more… pleasant,” he smiled, his eyes roaming over my curvaceous figure.

I felt exposed and vulnerable, my blonde hair falling loosely around my shoulders, the floral summer dress doing little to hide my nervousness, as my breasts stretched the fabric. Terry couldn’t take his eyes off them.

“I don’t want any wine. I just want to get this over with,” I said, managing to keep my voice steady, despite the turmoil inside.

Terry smirked, setting the wine bottle down on the table. “That’s the spirit, Katy. You’re in good hands. I want you to enjoy this too, you know,” he said. “You look beautiful. This will be pleasurable for the both of us, I promise,” he smiled.

The gall of the man, I thought. “Don’t count on it,” I replied, with an expression of disgust. “Follow me, the bedroom is this way.”

I still couldn’t believe I was leading my landlord into my private sanctuary, where Alex, Amelia, and I spent a lot of our time together, creating memories. My heart pounding, each step feeling heavier than the last, about to create unimaginable memories now, with Terry, our landlord.

He closed the door firmly behind us, his eyes skirting up and down my body, so intense and hungry, before they fixed on the swell of my breasts. I stood straight, with my head up in defiance, waiting for my nightmare to start, and hoping it wouldn’t last long either.

“You don’t have to do this, Katy,” Terry reminded me. “You can move out, and I’ll have new tenants in by the following week. It’s your call.”

“And what about the outstanding rent?” I threw back at him.

“You’ll still owe it, of course,” he shrugged.

“We’re here, aren’t we?” I sighed. “Let’s just get it over with.”

“As you wish. Let’s start with you removing that pretty little dress for me,” he beamed.

My body tensed and my breath caught, but I nodded and brought my hands up to my chest. One by one, Terry watched me unbutton the dress, his breathing full of anticipation. I slipped the dress down my arms, releasing a gasp when I let it fall and pool on the floor around my bare feet, revealing a smooth, white, matching bra and pantie set. I wasn’t doing sexy for him.

“Beautiful body,” he murmured, stepping closer, his eyes taking in my young, curvaceous, post-baby figure. “Now, take off the rest, and do it slowly.”

My breasts felt fuller than normal that morning, and my nipples were already tight with trepidation. I reached around my back and unhooked my bra, feeling the weight of them drop before I discarded the garment on the floor, and bared my large breasts and hard nipples to Terry. He sucked in a sharp breath, his eyes stretched in amazement.

“Fabulous breasts, Katy. Big and round, and looking very full indeed,” he smirked.

I already had my thumbs inside the waistband of my panties. I leaned forward, my heavy breasts swinging away from my body in his direction, as I pulled the material down my legs and stepped out of them. Standing up straight, naked as the day I was born, I glared at my deviant landlord. Terry praised my figure, my ‘beauty and sacrifice’, his breathing steady but becoming quicker.

“You have an alluring mouth, Katy,” he whispered, cupping my face gently, his thumb brushing over red lips. “And a fantastic pair of tits,” he added, cupping them in his hands, caressing then groping, before he lowered his head and took a tingling nipple inside his mouth, forcing me to gasp aloud.

I was horrified that he was drawing milk from my breasts, suckling harder, squeezing around the areolae, like I did when I breastfed Amelia, but the electricity shooting up my spine, and my sudden ragged breathing of arousal was undeniable.

“Mmm,” Terry groaned, sucking hungrily on both teats until he had his fill. “Perfect tits. Mmm. Now, I want you to kneel,” he said, his voice hoarse.

My stomach twisted, but I did as he instructed and willingly sank to my knees. I glared up at him, with my hazel-green eyes full of hate and my heart broken. I knew he wasn’t forcing me. I had a choice. We always have a choice. But do we make the wrong choice for the right reasons, or the right choice for the wrong reasons? Either way, my choice was made.

Terry unbuckled his belt and unzipped his fly. He did it slowly and deliberately, before he dropped his pants to the floor and stepped out of them. He then pulled his boxers down, revealing his erection. It was long and thick, the head already glistening with pre-cum. I closed my eyes and inhaled a deep breath, preparing myself to suck it.

“Open your eyes and keep them looking up at me, Katy,” he instructed in a firm voice, stepping closer, his cock inches from my face. “You know what to do, suck me.”

Knowing the quicker I started, the quicker it would be over, I curled my fingers around the base and felt his thick, veiny shaft throb in my grasp. Slowly, I leaned forward and brushed my lips against the head. Reluctant to be looking up at him, I accepted my choice and took my landlord into my mouth, enveloping my lips around his hard cock.

Terry immediately groaned, his hands tangling in my long, blonde hair as I swirled my tongue around his cock. I gagged slightly when he thrust forward, his hips beginning to jerk, but I adjusted, stretching my mouth to fit him in. He tasted salty, his pre-cum coating my tongue as I stared up into his eyes and deepened my movements, keeping my lips sliding along his shaft at a steady pace.

“Fuck, you’re good,” Terry groaned, consumed by my mouth sucking him off. “So fucking good. Yeah, suck me deep, Katy.”

At least I’m good for something, I thought, hopelessly paying off the debt by using ancient methods, methods that were clearly still prevalent in the present day, even if they were now illegal and immoral, and unethical. It worked, and it was so far working for me and my family, as my cheeks hollowed, sucking Terry deeper and faster.

I gripped his thigh with my free hand for support, feeling his cock throbbing inside my mouth, both of us breathing raggedly. But despite my efforts to give him my best blowjob, and my body responding in treacherous ways that didn’t bear thinking about, my mind was elsewhere. My thoughts drifted to Alex and Amelia, to the life we were desperately trying to hold onto.

Then, after what felt like an eternity, Terry pulled away, his hands lifting me to my feet and then guiding me to the bed, his cock rock solid, coated in my saliva. “Get on the bed, Katy,” he commanded. “I want to taste you.”

Adrenaline, laced with fear, coursed through my veins as I lay down on my bed, the bed I had only ever shared with Alex, my legs trembling as I spread them for another man, our landlord. Terry knelt between them, tracing his hands over the curves of my body, his touch so gentle yet possessive, and his dark eyes fixated on my blonde sex.

“Mmm, you’re soaking, Katy, you naughty mommy.” He breathed lust and desire at my mound. “You’re secretly enjoying this, aren’t you?” he sniggered.

Refusing to answer, I bit down on my lower lip. I wasn’t enjoying it, but how else was my body going to respond, after he’d played with my breasts and had me suck his cock for ten minutes? My body had ignored the thoughts inside my head, and now it was betraying me beyond all recognition.

“I don’t expect you to admit it, Katy,” he taunted me, tracing a warm, wet path up my inner thigh with his tongue. My body tensed, my muscles tightening as he neared the inviting entrance to my body. “But I can smell your desire,” he whispered.

He was right. The bastard was so right. My body was achingly aroused, my clit throbbing, my pussy swollen and dripping with anticipation. So much so, that when his tongue finally made contact, I emitted a deep sigh and arched my back off the bed.

Terry’s mouth was warm and his tongue was skilled, as he lapped at my vagina, his fingers spreading my lips apart. He sucked my clit into his mouth, his tongue flicking against it, building an unfortunate orgasm inside of me.

“Oh my God,” I cried out, my hands clutching and pulling at the duvet. “Yes… yes… please… please…” I panted.

“Please what, Katy?” Terry snarled in triumph, his tongue teasing and delving deeper, sliding a couple of fingers into me.

“Please… don’t stop,” I begged, breathless. “Please… make me come.”

Terry redoubled his efforts, making me cry out louder and flick my hips towards his face. I trembled all over, my muscles coiling tighter and tighter, until I couldn’t hold it back any longer. Screaming in orgasm, I bucked against his face, releasing all of the sexual tension and energy he had created.

“Now, let’s get down to business,” he grinned, repositioning himself between my legs, pressing his cock against my opening.

“Wait!” I panicked, gasping for air, still coming down from my climax. “Let me get you a condom first.”

“A condom?” he chuckled. “I want you as nature intended. Condoms take away half of the pleasure, which means you’ll only cover half of the rent that you owe me.”

“What?” I stressed, wiping the sweat off my brow. “You can’t be serious?”

“I’m deadly serious,” he replied, and I could see he was. “But don’t worry your pretty self, Katy, I’m clean and I had the snip after my fourth child. So, are we good to go?”

I sighed in disbelief. “And you promise this will clear the debt?” I asked directly into his eyes.

“All of it,” he smirked, lubricating his cock in my juices. “And I get to fill you with my cum.”

“But they’re blanks, right?” I gasped, needing to be penetrated.

“I promise,” he smiled, pushing into my pussy with ease, my walls sucking...