Screw paying rent. You want a house.

As you look down at the once-domineering woman sitting on her knees and licking your cum off of her fingers, you feel a familiar surge of power and lust run through your veins.

“Bethany,” you begin, “Is your husband home?”

“Yes,” she replies, frowning slightly as she absentmindedly licks up more jizz. "Why?"

“I need to have a word with him. Let's go.”

Bethany fishes a key out of her pocket and opens the door to the landlord's apartment. As you step inside, you find that the space is quite simple apart from the many paintings hanging on the walls. They beautifully capture a dozen or so different landscapes and moments, from the sea at night to a sunny day at the local park.

Bethany notices your appreciative gaze. “Like them? They're mine.”

“Really.” Erica sounds impressed as she admires the art. “They’re gorgeous!”

Bethany turns her head up slightly. “Of course.”

“They’re very nice,” you remark. “Now, where’s...?”

“Beth? Do we have guests?” You hear Mr. Johnson’s voice from further inside the apartment. After a momen a short man in a T-shirt and trousers appears, with a balding head and a beer belly. He was much better looking when you moved in two years ago, but he's lost his hair and let his health go remarkably fast since then.

“John! And Erica! How are you two today? Lovely, I hope?” He chuckles and glances at his wife.

“We’re doing great, Mr. Johnson,” you reply and extend your hand out. The man's been kind to you and you have a good impression of him, but you're quite looking forward to messing with his head.

“Good to hear,” he says, shaking your hand firmly. “I hope Beth wasn’t too hard on you? Her heart's in the right place- she just worries that I’m too lenient on our tenants.”

“Oh no, not at all,” you reply, glancing at the woman in question. “I completely understand: it’s our own fault for being late with the money. I’ve given it to her, so let’s not worry about that anymore.”

Erica snickers, eliciting a frown from Bethany. “I thought you said you had something to discuss with my husband?”

“Right, yeah. I’m actually here to discuss a few things, Mr. Johnson,” you continue. “I remember you talking on the phone about that house you have up for rent? I want to take it off your hands.”

Mr. Johnson laughs good-naturedly. “Now John, I know your parents are well-off, but I highly doubt they’ll be willing to pay the kind of rent I’m charging for that place.”

“You're dealing with me, not my parents. You will give me respect,” you say, nodding with satisfaction at the instant change in the man's posture. He stands a little straighter and you feel his focus center on you. “And I don’t want to rent the house. I want to take it off of your hands, literally.”

You notice Bethany scowl out of the corner of her eye.

“But it’s not for sale,” Mr. Johnson replies, his smile fading a little as he glances at his wife. “I may be speaking out of turn, but you'd need substantial income to even maintain the place.”

You give him a confident smile, and turn on the magic. “I can afford it, and what I’m able to offer will certainly make the two of you see things my way.”

His eyes reveal guarded interest and so do Bethany's.

“I’m listening,” Mr. Johnson urges you. “Go on.”

“Well, Mr. Johnson, I’m going to pay with my sperm.” You gesture towards Bethany. “I already paid your wife this month’s rent with it.”

Mr. Johnson looks bewildered, his face blank as he tries to connect the dots.

“Well, where is it then?” The corners of your lips twitch and you nearly burst out in laughter as he looks from his wife to you curiously, and Bethany blushes a deep red as looks away in a fluster.

“It’s in her stomach, of course. Where it should be,” you explain, as if this is the obvious conclusion to make. “I dumped the whole load right down her throat. It makes the most sense to make sperm payments directly into her body."

“I'm sorry for not letting you know before fucking her face. Didn't want to delay paying rent any longer than I have,” you add apologetically to the man, although he doesn’t seem particularly upset by the revelation that his wife has given you a blowjob. "But my cum is far more valuable than any currency, Mr. Andrews- it's more precious than anything you can buy with money, so I hope you'll overlook my enthusiasm."

"Come on, there's no need for an apology!" He immediately claps his hand on your shoulder and starts laughing. “This is crazy! I never expected... Huh!”

“I'm glad we agree, but does Mrs. Andrews? She hasn't agreed to go along with this,” you say with a grin, turning to look at Bethany while already sporting an erection from the thrill this is giving you. "And she'll be the one collecting payment."

“I’m sure she won’t say no,” Mr. Johnson looks to his wife anxiously. When she doesn’t reply immediately, he wobbles on his feet as he turns his body towards her and waves his pudgy hands at his sides. “Honey?”

Bethany snaps out of her daze as her husbands words finally seem to register with her. Her lips curl into a smile as she places one hand on her stomach and the fingers of the other near her lips.

“Of course I agree,” she says.