Rain poured down in sheets, turning the city streets into slick mirrors that reflected the towering buildings like jagged teeth against the stormy sky. Amber dashed into the lobby of the old apartment building, her single suitcase banging against her leg as she squealed from the sudden downpour.

Water dripped from her soaked blonde hair, plastering it to her shoulders, but it was her once-white crop top that clung like a second skin now, the thin fabric translucent and molded to every curve of her massive 34DD breasts. Her pink nipples poked through, hard from the chill, the heavy globes jiggling with each panting breath she took. She stood there, oblivious, shaking off the rain like a wet puppy, her big hips swaying as she scanned the unfamiliar space.

Carl lurked in the shadows behind the staircase, his pot belly straining against his stained shirt, greasy strands of hair slicked over his balding scalp. His eyes locked onto the girl—barely legal, from the look of her fresh-faced innocence—and his cock twitched hard in his pants. Fuck, those tits were unreal, perky despite their size, water beading on the exposed upper swells like dew on ripe fruit.

He could see the faint outline of her areolas through the wet shirt, dark pink and begging to be sucked. His hand itched to grab them, to squeeze until she whimpered, but he held back, heart pounding with the thrill of fresh prey.

She’d wandered right into his web, suitcase in tow, looking lost as a lamb. Mid-fifties and overlooked by every decent woman, Carl lived for moments like this—exploiting the naive ones who didn’t know better. His dick throbbed at the age gap, the power he could wield over her trusting little mind.

He stepped out, forcing a friendly smile that didn’t reach his lust-glazed eyes. “Excuse me, can I help you?” His voice came out gruff, but she turned with a bright, genuine smile, her blue eyes wide and guileless, not a hint of judgment at his unkempt appearance.

“Oh, hi! Yes. You see, I just got to the city, and I wasn’t sure if I needed to find a job first or an apartment first.” Amber said it so matter-of-factly, as if she were asking directions to the corner store.

Her voice was sweet, bubbly, and Carl’s mind raced—dumb as a post, perfect. He stared for a beat, drinking in the way her soaked top outlined her hourglass figure, the flare of her wide hips, and that fat ass straining her tight skirt. She didn’t even cross her arms to hide her exposed tits. If anything, she stood prouder, like she loved the attention without knowing why it made his balls ache.

“Well, little lady, I happen to have an opening here if you still need an apartment. My name’s Carl.”

He extended his hand, and she took it eagerly, her small palm soft and warm against his clammy one. As they shook, his gaze dropped shamelessly to her chest, watching the wet fabric shift, her breasts bouncing slightly with the motion. He imagined ripping that top off right there in the lobby, public as it was, burying his face between those pillows, and motorboating until she gasped. His cock hardened fully now, pressing against his zipper, pre-cum leaking at the thought of her naivety crumbling under his touch.

Amber’s smile widened, her cheeks flushing a bit from the cold or maybe the way his eyes lingered—she couldn’t tell, and didn’t care. All she felt was relief. This lovely man was offering help on her first day, proving she could make it without Daddy.

“Really? That’s so kind of you, Carl! I’m Amber. I don’t have much money, but I can work something out, I promise.” Her voice held that eager sweetness, trusting him completely, unaware of the coercive hunger in his stare or how his thumb brushed her knuckles a second too long during the shake.

Carl nodded, releasing her hand but letting his fingers trail lightly down her arm, testing her boundaries. She didn’t flinch, just beamed up at him with those innocent eyes, her perky nipples still on full display for anyone walking by the lobby doors. The risk of exposure only fueled his arousal, his mind flashing to forcing her against the metal mailboxes, hiking up that skirt, and grinding his hard dick against her plump ass while fondling those glorious tits.

“No problem at all, Amber. Come on, I’ll show you the place. It’s just upstairs—private, cozy. We can talk about rent ... arrangements.” His tone dipped low, suggestive, but she missed it entirely, grabbing her suitcase and following as he led her toward the stairs.

As they climbed, Carl glanced back, his eyes feasting on the way her big butt cheeks jiggled under the wet skirt, the fabric riding up to tease the bottom curve. He could smell her now—fresh rain mixed with a hint of sweet perfume—and it made his mouth water, imagining tasting her skin, latching onto those fat nipples and sucking until she begged for more without understanding why.

Amber chattered behind him, excited about her new start, her voice light and oblivious to the tension thickening the air, to the way his hand hovered near her lower back, ready to push her further into his control. The higher they went, the more isolated it felt, and Carl’s pulse raced with anticipation, his cock straining painfully as he plotted how to worship every inch of her body, starting with those perfect, exposed breasts.

But instead of heading straight up the stairs, Carl veered toward a narrow door tucked under them, his hand brushing the small of Amber’s back as he guided her inside. The cramped office smelled of stale coffee and old paper, the single bulb overhead casting harsh shadows on the cluttered desk and the rickety folding chair opposite his worn leather seat.

He gestured for her to sit, watching as she lowered herself onto the chair, her wet crop top pulling even tighter across her heaving 34DD breasts. The fabric was plastered to her skin, her pink nipples erect and straining against it, the dark circles of her areolas faintly visible like invitations he ached to accept. Water droplets trailed down the valley between her tits, and Carl’s cock surged painfully in his pants, the age gap between his mid-fifties gut and her barely legal freshness making his balls tighten with forbidden hunger.

“Do you really have an apartment for me, Carl?’ Amber asked in a hopeful tone, her blue eyes wide and sparkling with that naive trust, her plump lips curving into a smile that made Carl’s mind reel with images of them stretched around his throbbing dick.

Carl licked his lips, his gaze dropping involuntarily to the sweet, jiggling figure before him—those massive tits rising and falling with her excited breaths, her big hips shifting on the chair as if she couldn’t contain her eagerness. He sank into his office chair, grateful for the desk that hid the tent in his pants, his erection pulsing hot and insistent against the rough fabric.

“Of course,” he said, but he forced a sleazy grin. “I’ve got just the spot for you.”

Amber leaned forward slightly, her breasts nearly spilling from the low neckline, oblivious to how the motion made Carl’s breath hitch. He could smell her now—rain-soaked skin mixed with a faint, girly sweetness—and it stirred something primal in him, a need to claim her innocence, to coerce her into his world where he’d worship those perfect globes every night.

His hand drifted under the desk, fingers grazing the bulge of his cock through his pants, a subtle rub that sent a jolt of pleasure up his spine. He imagined peeling that wet shirt off, latching his mouth onto one fat nipple, sucking hard while Amber squirmed in confusion and budding arousal.

“So, can I move in like today?” Amber asked excitedly, her voice bubbling with hope as she clasped her hands in her lap, making her tits bounce just enough to draw his eyes back down.

She was so fucking naive, sitting there exposed in his dingy office, the lobby just beyond the thin door where anyone could walk in and see her like this—wet, vulnerable, her body on display. The public risk only hardened him more, pre-cum soaking his boxers as he pictured forcing her to her knees right here, those trusting eyes looking up at him while he fed her his cock.

Carl nodded, trying to keep his voice steady, though his free hand clenched the desk edge. “Actually, yes. The apartment’s been empty—we used it as a showroom. So, I just need this month’s rent and a deposit, then we do the paperwork.”

He watched her face light up, then falter as she rummaged in her suitcase for the envelope, her big ass lifting slightly off the chair, skirt riding up to tease the soft undersides of her cheeks.

“Okay. Well, I only have $200. Is that enough to cover everything?” Amber pulled out the cash, her fingers trembling a bit with nerves, holding it out like an offering.

Carl’s eyes flicked to her chest again, the way her nipples poked insistently, begging for his tongue. He rubbed his cock harder under the desk, the friction building a low ache in his gut, his mind flashing to the coercion he was about to weave—trapping her here with his sleazy deal, cameras capturing every innocent moment for his private shows.

“Oh, Amber, no. That doesn’t even cover one of those things individually.”

He felt a twisted pity mix with his lust, watching her slump back, her full lips pouting in defeat. Those lips—soft, pink, perfect for wrapping around his shaft. His strokes grew firmer, hidden but urgent, as he savored her vulnerability, the emotional pull of her disappointment tugging at him even as his dick wept for release.

“L-looks like Daddy’s gonna win the bet after all. No city life for me.” Amber’s voice cracked, her eyes glistening, and Carl’s arousal spiked at the word ‘Daddy,’ his hand pumping subtly now, imagining her whispering it to him while he groped her tits, pinching those hard nipples until she moaned.

“What bet?” he asked, voice husky, catching on the edge of his building need.

Amber explained, pouting again, her breasts heaving with each sigh. “Well, Daddy told me if I could make it in the city, starting with only $200 and a single suitcase, he wouldn’t try to talk me into moving back home. If I can’t, though, then I have to move back in with Daddy until he says so without questioning him or whining about it.”

Carl rubbed himself faster, the desk creaking faintly under his grip, his gaze locked on her chest as she spoke. The naivety in her tone, the way she said ‘Daddy’ so sweetly—it fueled his fantasies, the age gap making him feel like a god about to corrupt his little angel. He could almost feel her heavy tits in his hands, kneading them roughly while she hesitated under his touch, exposed and coerced into submission.

“Hmm, well, I have an idea,” Carl began, his voice dropping low, sly. He leaned forward, eyes devouring the wet cling of her shirt, the public thrill of the open lobby door heightening everything. “I can let you stay without the first month’s rent or deposit. You start paying once you get a job. In exchange, since it was my showroom, let me put up some cameras for virtual tours.”

He held his breath, hand stilling on his cock, the lie smooth on his tongue. No tours—just him, watching her undress, shower, sleep, jerking off to her every move.

Amber hesitated, biting her lip, her eyes wide with a mix of doubt and desperate hope. She shifted, her thighs rubbing together, unaware of how it made her skirt hike higher, teasing the edge of her panties. Carl’s pulse thundered, his erection throbbing as he pictured the feeds: her naive body on display, him worshiping her breasts through the screen until he couldn’t resist showing up in person. She had no idea, just leaned back, tits thrusting forward innocently, sealing the deal without a clue to the surveillance web closing around her.

Carl’s hand resumed its subtle strokes under the desk, a low groan caught in his throat as relief and lust crashed over him. She trusted him completely, her independence hanging by his thread, and the air hummed with the promise of what came next—cameras rolling, her body his secret obsession, the coercion just beginning to tighten its grip.

Amber’s tentative smile bloomed into full excitement, her blue eyes lighting up as if she’d just won the lottery. “Wow, oh my gosh, really? That’s like an amazing offer, Carl! Thank you!”

She bounced in the rickety chair, clapping her hands together with pure, unfiltered joy. Her massive 34DD tits jiggled wildly under the soaked crop top, the thin fabric slapping wetly against her skin, her erect nipples tracing frantic circles as they strained for freedom. The motion sent fresh droplets flying, splattering the desk, and Carl’s breath caught in his throat, his cock twitching violently in his grip under the desk.

He leered openly, his greasy lips curling into what he knew was a predatory grin, but Amber mistook it for shared excitement, her naive trust making his balls ache with need. The age gap hit him hard—his sagging gut against her perky, barely legal freshness—and he couldn’t hold back.

With a subtle shift, Carl unzipped his jeans, fishing out his thick, veined cock. It sprang free, hot and heavy in his palm, pre-cum already beading at the slit as he wrapped his fingers around the shaft and stroked slowly, eyes glued to those bouncing breasts. The soft, heavy flesh heaved with her enthusiasm, the wet shirt doing nothing to hide how they begged to be grabbed, squeezed, sucked until she gasped in confusion.

The emotional rush of her gratitude twisted in his gut, mixing with the raw hunger to corrupt her innocence right there in the cramped office, the thin door offering no real barrier from the lobby’s public eye. Anyone could walk in and see him jerking his dick to this gullible girl’s tits, but that risk only made him stroke faster, the slick sound muffled by the desk.

“Excellent,” Carl rasped, his voice thick with arousal, forcing himself to focus.

He reached into the filing cabinet with his free hand, pulling out a standard lease agreement, the paper crinkling as he slid it across the desk.

“I will draw up the paperwork for the special arrangement later. For now, here’s a standard lease agreement. Just sign and initial everywhere it says to.”

He watched, mesmerized, as Amber leaned forward to grab the pen, her tits thrusting innocently toward him, the valley between them deep and inviting, water still trickling down to soak the waistband of her skirt.

She didn’t even glance at the fine print—didn’t read a single word about hidden clauses or access rights—just scrawled her name and initials with bubbly loops, her tongue poking out in concentration. Each movement made her breasts sway, nipples scraping the fabric, and Carl’s hand pumped his cock harder under the desk, the veined length throbbing in his fist.