Fucking and sucking for rent

A month has passed since Lacey had such a poor showing on Fucked or Fortune. The baby bump rounding off her belly is all she has to show for her efforts. She can't be sure who fathered the child on her, Danny D or that damned fat slob of a staff member. She hopes against hope for a baby by Danny D to have her child inherit his features instead of the slob's. Anyhow, the slob was an absolute asshole to her, and she hates the idea of her child someday resembling him. Danny D hadn't been a gentleman either, but at least he treated her nice up until the moment he had his cock in her face and in her pussy.

At the moment, Lacey has another cock working its way in and out of her slick pussy at a rapid pace. She'd never admit it to him, but something about her fat landlord Mr. Carl turns her on and gets her good and wet. It could be how he reminds her of the fat slob, his beer gut as rotund as that staff member's, though his cock didn't quite have the same girth. When Mr. Carl fucks her, Lacey thinks of the balancing beam, of the first moment the slob pushed inside her and claimed her pussy, taking what he wanted, her poor pussy **** to gape for him before he filled it with his hot cum.

Right now Lacey bends forward against the railing of her apartment's balcony. They're on the fifth floor, her and Mr. Carl, so anyone who thinks to look up can definitely get an eyeful of her bouncing, perky tits. Since Fucked or Fortune, she finds it incredibly difficult to orgasm without at least the idea that someone could be watching to spur her on. As her bubble butt pushes back into every frantic thrust Mr. Carl makes, Lacey finds herself wishing for cameramen who could capture all the action with delicious closeups, pushing back faster and harder until she feels those telltale spurts of cum deep inside her wet pussy.

When Lacey first came home from the seedy game show, she spent some days moping around, knowing she wouldn't be able to afford rent. When her landlord Mr. Carl came looking for his money, using his key to enter the apartment, he found her in just her bra and panties, her red hair disheveled. They both knew she didn't have the rent money, and when he asked about it, she bent over the back of the couch and told him he could take it out of her pussy if he was so concerned about it, that she hadn't won the damned 100k.

She'd mostly been joking and jumped to feel Mr. Carl's large hands tugging her thong to one side. Before she could protest and let him know she hadn't been serious, the sensation of a thick cock nudging at her outer lips shut her up. Danny D and the fat slob had spoiled her rotten so far as having her pussy stretched out went; none of her toys had been girthy enough anymore after she got home from the show. So, bent over the couch, her round butt pushed up high, she made her first rent "payment" to Mr. Carl as she creamed over his cock.

For now, Lacey has worked out an arrangement with Mr. Carl where he comes by once a month to collect. She won't admit it to him, but whenever she's not taking his fat cock, she masturbates to the recording of her time on Fucked or Fortune. She's jilled herself off to the sight of Danny D stretching out her pussy too many times to count and always cums in that very moment when the cameras first show his cum spilling out of her pussy. She even dreams of competing on Fucked or Fortune again someday after the baby's born. With a baby on the way, she needs the 100k now more than ever.