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Payment

By: Mr James



Kat stood in front of Andrew, waiting for his temper to explode. On the table, in front of him, the monthly statements from their credit cards and the bank bore mute witness to the reason for his ire. She had to admit that she had spent more than she had meant to, at the beginning of this month, but she still thought that everything she had bought had been a bargain. The silk bra and French-cut panties had felt like liquid ice as they moulded to her generous curves, while the bodice of the black gown had been just enough to draw appreciative glances at her bosom, but not enough for her to be called tarty or sluttish.

She looked at his dark frown, irritation clouding his grey-green eyes and totally masking any sympathy. She tried to hide the glee she had felt when she had found the things in the sale and look suitably shame-faced but she knew that he had seen the glimmer at the back of her eyes. She had worn the gown and the lingerie, with a pair of hold-up stockings and tall spike heels so that he would see, for himself, how well they suited her. It had, in part, worked because he had not stormed out of the room. Instead, he had sat down with the statements, and sighed as he added up the cost of the items she had on. At last he laid his pen down and ran his fingers through his short, dark hair. Taking his spectacles off, he rubbed his eyes and looked at her.

"You realise that those clothes cost nearly three thousand," he asked.

Kat's eyes widened and she just nodded dumbly. Any minute now he would order her to pack them away and take them back for a refund. She had not realised just how much the things had cost. She swallowed nervously and looked at him as plaintively as she could. Andrew shuffled the bills together, in one pile, and looked into her deep, chocolate-brown eyes. He still felt the hot flush of desire, every time he ran his eyes over her lush curvy figure and the new dress did hint at the promise of further delights.


"I suppose that you really MUST have this outfit?" Andrew sighed, "and the lingerie?"

"I bought the lingerie to look nice for you," Kat whispered.

"How can I make you see that you mustn't be so extravagant?" he asked, "It isn't as though I can spank your bottom like a naughty child."

"I have been naughty though," Kat murmured, with a hopeful gleam in her eye.

Kat thought that, if she could distract him for a while, he might forget about her extravagance, for once, and she could keep the dress and the lingerie. Smoothing the dress over her hips, she lifted her hand to her mouth and carefully slid the tip of her finger into her mouth. Andrew watched her, feeling the stirring in his loins as he imagined his cock in place of her finger, her tongue hot and fluid as it swirled around his swollen cock head. His breath caught in the back of his throat and he had to shake his head to clear the lust that clouded his thoughts.

"Naughty girls should be punished," she continued, "If you think it might help."

"go up to the bedroom and wait for me there," Andrew ordered.

Kat felt a sudden thrill ripple through her body. He had never heard such a stern tone in his voice before and, though he had never raised a hand against her, she had sometimes imagined him abandoning the tenderness he normally showed towards her. Andrew watched as Kat made for the stairs, her hips swaying provocatively, the swing of the skirt emphasising the curve of her hips and the long, elegant line of her legs. With a deliberate tilt of her hips, she swung around the post at the bottom of the stairs and made a show of reluctantly going up to their room. 

Leaving the bedroom door open, Kat stood and looked around, trying to decide where to sit and wait. She had thought that about lying on the bed, then about sitting on the stool in front of the dressing table finally, she decided to stand, hands clasped in front of her and head bowed like a naughty girl. She listened to the tick of the clock on the landing and glanced through her lashes at herself in the full-length mirror in the corner, judging the effect. Andrew climbed the stairs slowly, his footsteps heavy on each tread, making sure that Kat's apprehension had plenty of time to build. In the bedroom, Kat could feel the silk of her panties becoming damp, where they were pressed against the hot slit of her pussy. The points of her nipples were hard and hot against the silk of the bra cups and she could feel them swelling and tightening as she imagined the feel of his hand on the bare skin of her buttocks.

Andrew stepped into the bedroom and closed the door, then walked across the carpet to the stool by the dressing table and sat on the cushion. Silently, he gestured to Kat, signalling for her to step closer. She crossed to his side and stood, hands clasped in front of her. Andrew grabbed her hands and pulled her down, so that she was laid across his knee, her breasts on one side of his legs and her ass raised high in the air. Kat let her head hang down and could see herself, sprawled across Andrew's lap, in the full-length mirror. His hand pressed on the back of her neck, bending her further over his knee. Kat could smell the dust in the carpet, tickling the back of her nose. She felt the cool air of the room against the bare skin of her thighs, above the tops of her stockings, as Andrew lifted the dress of her gown over her back, displaying the deep red silk of the panties. Even across the room, reflected in the mirror, Kat could see a faint darkening of the material where it had pressed against her excited pussy. She felt the warmth of his finger hooking into the waistband of the panties and then there was cool air on her buttocks and the skin of her almost bare pussy. She could see, in the mirror, her taut ass lifted high and the silk of her panties around her ankles. The bare skin of her ass and pussy was creamy smooth and white, with the dark line of her moist slit clearly showing, damp and glistening with pearls of nectar that had already seeped from her cunt.

Kat felt the grip of his hand tighten on the back of her neck and willed herself to relax. She could feel her heart flutter as she abandoned herself to his punishment. She felt him shift, as Andrew raised his hand, then there was a stinging pain in her ass cheek as a sharp crack of flesh upon flesh echoed through the bedroom. Kat almost convulsed at the burning sensation from the reddening handprint on her milky-white ass cheek. She caught sight of the scarlet print of his fingers across her taut ass, and blushed as the sweet juices flooded her cunt. Andrew raised his hand again and brought it cracking across the cheeks of her ass, leaving a second bright mark imprinted on the taut curve. A sob of pain and arousal slipped past her lips and she felt her limbs relaxing as she surrendered herself, completely, to him.

Andrew pushed her off his lap, grabbing her wrist as she clambered to her feet. Roughly spinning her around, he took hold of the zipper at then back of her dess and yanked it viciously down to her waist. Grabbing the material at her shoulders, he pulled the bodice of the dress to her waist, revealing her lush, tautly swollen breasts. Reaching up he unfastened the clasp of her bra with a flick of his fingertips, spilling her breasts out, the hard nipples erect and standing proud from the dusky aureoles.

Pulling her back across his lap, this time belly up, Andrew lifted the skirt of her dress, exposing her shaven pussy. She shivered as he ran the tips of fingers along the neatly trimmed strip of soft curls, leading down to the hood over her clit. His other hand curled over the swell of her breast, his fingers trapping, then pinching the hard points until she moaned in the back of her throat. He released his grip on the nipple and then slapped the taut mounds, leaving red prints on the pale globes. His other hand drifted closer to her clit, peeping from beneath the protective hood and his fingers stroked the hard bud, caressing gently, then pinching hard. The sensation raced through her nerves as though he had electrocuted her and her body arched as her muscles spasmed. He gripped her clit and nipple at the same time, pulling and twisting, punishing the tender flesh cruelly. Kat whimpered plaintively, pleading for mercy and release. 

Andrew released his grip and used his fingertips to spread her pussy lips wider, caressing her clit slowly, then nipping it, so that she yelped as she felt the pressure of his fingers on her hard, swollen bud. Andrew lifted his hand above the smooth shaven mound of her taut pussy and brought it back down, slapping his fingers against her creamy skin, leaving distinct red stripes across the swollen mound. Kat whimpered and bit the flesh of her bottom lip as the dark sparks of her pain joined into a burning sensation within the depths of her pussy. Andrew squeezed the tender mound of her breast, his finger and thumb tight on the base of her puffy nipples. Kat moaned, deep in her throat, unable to deny her mounting lust. Andrew slapped the mounds of her breasts with his fingertips, leaving a row of red fingerprints on her skin. The taut mounds quivered and she moaned again, feeling the heat flaring in her pussy.

Andrew rested his hand on the smooth mound of her pussy and gently curled the tip of his finger, so that it pressed between the lips of her pussy and slid easily into her cunt. The red marks on her ass and her breasts seemed to burn and throb in time to her building lust. She moaned as he pushed his fingers slowly into her tight pussy, gently and slowly stretching her as her sweet nectar bubbled over his fingers. She could feel the trickles of moisture on her thighs and the cleft between her buttocks, gradually seeping over her skin and moistening the puckered rosebud of her anus. 

Andrew pushed gently and rolled Kat off his lap onto the floor, slipping his fingers out of the smooth wetness of her cunt. She could feel it throbbing urgently as she slid to her knees, then turned to kneel at his feet. She squatted back on her heels, the bodice of her new dress draped around her waist, displaying her bare breasts and waited. Andrew stood and moved across to the bed, then beckoned her over to him. Kat crawled across the bedroom carpet, head down and knelt in front of him. She could see the bulge of his swollen cock pressing against the cloth of his pants and, reaching up, she eased his zipper down, pushing the material aside, so that she could reach into his fly and ease the stiff rod of his erect cock out. She felt her mouth water at the sight of his cock and the subtle muskiness of his male hardness made her mouth water to taste him. Andrew reached down and caught her beneath her arms, lifting her to her feet. The new dress fell to the floor, in a crumple of expensive silk as he lowered himself to his knees. Kat felt his fingers sliding over the smooth skin of her thighs, slipping higher and higher, until he was caressing the smooth mound of her pussy. Sliding his hands around to her buttocks, Andrew gripped Kat firmly, and then leaned forward, until his lips were brushing against the smooth skin of her mound. Kat arched her neck and moaned as she felt the warm caress of his breath. Gently, he ran the tip of his tongue along the puffy lips, tasting the sweet droplets of pussy juice and insinuating the tip of his tongue, just inside. Kat shivered as another gush of her sweet nectar flooded her cunt. Andrew's hands tightened on the cheeks of her ass and he tilted his head back a little, running his tongue along the slit of her pussy until the tip slipped beneath the delicate hood protecting her clit. Kat reached down to press his head against her pussy, but Andrew knocked her hand away, continuing to caress the base of her tender clit with his mobile tongue. 

Kat was sobbing now, trying to find words to beg Andrew to let her cum. Andrew could feel her taut thighs vibrating, as his tongue caressed and teased her diabolically, sending showers of sparks ripping through her nerves. She could feel her knees trembling, and then buckling as she fell to the floor, her thighs spread widely and her dripping pussy an angry red gash against her smooth skin. Andrew knelt between her thighs and dipped his head, pressing his lips around her clit and sucking hard to draw it into his mouth. Kat bucked and screamed beneath him, arching her back and thrusting her aching pussy against his mouth. Andrew nipped her clit with the edges of her teeth, feeling the arch of her body trembling . His hands cradled the swell of her buttocks as he spread the cleft between them, resting the tips of his forefingers against the dark opening of her asshole.

Sucking hard on her erect clit, Andrew moistened his fingertips in the slippery juices sprinkling from her cunt and then pressed them into her hot, tight asshole. Kat shrieked as she felt the penetration of her tender anus and her knees gave out, her legs collapsing and her body flopping onto the floor. Kat impaled herself on Andrew's forefingers, screaming as she felt them stretching her ass and sliding deeply into her bowel. She panted desperately, spasms wracking her body and focusing on her asshole, while her limbs thrashed helplessly. His mouth devoured her cunt, the edges of his teeth grazing, almost painfully, along the shaft of her swollen, erect clit. Andrew slid his fingers out of her asshole and nipped hard, with his teeth, at the tip of her clit. Kat howled and flopped back onto the floor, gasping, as her cunt gushed over her thighs and onto the pale carpet beneath her ass. She could feel his hands in the smooth skin on the inside of her knees, spreading her legs as wide as he could and pushing her knees back to angle her cunt towards him, so that he could plunge his cock as deep into her tender passage as possible.

"No, please no," she begged in a hoarse whisper.

"No? don't you want your pretty new dress?" Andrew taunted.

"Yes, but I don't think I can take any more of this. It hurts when you make me cum like this, please, Andrew, let me rest for a minute," she begged.

"You want the dress, you do what I want, and I want you to cum for me again," Andrew snarled.

Kat bit her lip as she felt the tip of his cock nuzzle between the lips of her pussy and then stretch her tight cunt as he forced the length of his cock inside her tender passage. Her belly tightened as Andrew's cock sank deeper and deeper inside her, the ridge around his cockhead rubbing against the tip of her aching clit. She arched her spine and locked her ankles around the small of his back, trying to slow his long, insistent thrusting, but he stiffened and rammed the thick length of his meaty cock hard into her. Kat could feel him filling her cunt and the tip of his cock pressing painfully against the mouth of her womb. Reaching between them, Andrew flicked his thumbnail against the tip of her aching clit and she screamed as her body was painfully wracked by orgasmic spasms.

Kat writhed and thrashed on the floor, speared by Andrew's cock, wither cunt flooded with slippery juices. The tight walls clenched around Andrew's shaft milking the thick, sticky cum from his balls. She could feel him stiffen and swell inside her and then his cock jerked, spraying a stinging jet of cum deep into her cunt. Kat howled as she felt every splash of his cum, while he pinned her to the floor with his hands on her shoulders and his chest pressing her knees against her tender, swollen breasts. He thrust hard and viciously, driving his cock against the opening to her womb and pulling her hips upwards to pierce her as deeply as he could. Kat surrendered herself to his lusts panting and grunting as he fucked her with hard, selfish strokes.

"Feel me fucking your sloppy cunt?" snarled Andrew.

"God yess! Fuck me! Fuck me hard!" she begged, gasping.

"I'm gonna fill your hot cunt with my cum and fuck you till you can't walk," he bragged.

"Please, make me cum, fuck me until I cum," she whispered.

"Yess! I'm cumming," he yelled.

"Aaaaargh," she screamed, "I'm cumming!!"

Andrew stiffened, his cock buried deep in Kat's cunt and felt his balls tightening as he pumped every drop of his cum deep into her pussy. Slowly his cock softened and he relaxed. Kat whimpered and trembled as she felt his shrinking cock sliding out of her pussy, leaving a thin trail of slime on the inside of her thighs. She could not tell which felt more tender, her asshole or her cunt, but the intense burning had subsided, with the throes of her reluctant orgasm, into a throbbing ache and a delicious lanour permeating her whole body. 

Still breathing heavily, Andrew stood and made his way out of their bedroom, leaving Kat splayed across the floor, her outstretched hand caressing the cool silk of the new dress she had very thoroughly earned.

Payment



"Thank you for doing this on such short notice, Blaine, I really appreciate it," Carly said as she opened the door of her house. 

"Not a problem Ms. Smith, I'm happy to help," Blaine Hanlon replied with a big smile as she showed him in

She walked over to a desk where there were a few sticky notes scattered about amidst an array of spreadsheets and building plans. He knew she was a project manager for some construction company, though the name of the company did not come to mind, and he figured that she must work partly at home. Or, perhaps she was just swamped at work and had to bring some of it home to catch herself up. Either way, he knew she was a stressed out person at times and that she used exercise, especially long distance running, to unwind. It was the constant stretch and strain of the muscles let her slip into a relaxed state of mind.

"I'm so glad you could come over, I've just gotta take a break before I explode. I figure I have a couple of hours before this rain is supposed to hit, and I can probably get in fourteen or fifteen miles," she said as she started scribbling numbers down on a notepad. "Fourteen miles?! Are you serious? I don't know if I could stand to walk for fourteen miles, much less run. Geez. No wonder you have such a nice body."

She blushed a deep red on her tanned face. "Well you know I like to stay in shape..." she trailed off her words and met his eyes. He looked down feeling a little ashamed, "Sorry if I embarrassed you..."

Twenty-six years old and a single mother, she was still a looker. Blaine had met her through his father in a quirky, indirect manner. His father owned a big department store in town and as it had grown larger and larger he had decided to expand. When he opened the new store in a neighboring town he had invited his branch manager and his wife over for dinner. Blaine guessed she was probably twenty-two or so when he had first met her---maybe a little younger or older, but definitely older than him. 

It had been love at first sight for him. Or perhaps it would be more aptly defined as lust. Though the specific details that had attracted him to her were lost in his mind, he did not need them to rekindle that desire: she was still the hottest woman he knew by far. Through the years his affection for her had grown up to the point where he went out of his way to be with her. He got his dad to set him up as a lawn mower for her and her husband. They did not pay him much for the job, but he did not ask for much either. He just wanted to be near her and to see her beautiful body. 

Over time his job grew to encompass more and more little tasks here and there. Whenever she or her husband was going to be out of town, he was there to babysit and house-sit for them. If the gutters needed to be cleaned, they called him up and gave him a few bucks for the job. Through this relationship, he became a household name, a friend to them. They would let him swim in their pool during the summer, and he was invited to parties and other neat sorts of things. They were not the traditional friends for a teenager, but it worked for Blaine. 

Everything had been great for a time, Carly and Jerry had been a happy couple and Blaine had been content being the horny pool boy, and for two summers it had stayed that way. Yet somewhere in there, something got tweaked. It seemed that as puberty took hold of Blaine, he began to want, no, need more and more. Simply being around was no longer good enough. Carly began to enter his dreams, and soon following that he consciously incorporated her into his fantasies as he masturbated. When he saw her he began to imagine what she looked like in her lingerie, what color her panties were, how they smelled. His innocent crush had seemed to take a vicious turn towards an obsession.

Though such strong emotion can be very hard to control, Blaine managed. Under no circumstances did intentionally let on that his feelings for Carly had been on the rise. He did not want to jeopardize the position he was in and take himself farther from what he wanted. Instead he played the perfect Machiavellian and maintained his façade of contentment, and though things had become somewhat strained for and difficult for Blaine, he was still able to cope.

Unfortunately for Carly and Jerry, they also had been having troubles and it had seemed that they could not cope. There had been numerous problems and trials, just little problems and spats. However, these miniscule issues had been blown up into massive ordeals consisting of week long fights where they threw their problems back and forth at each other. Then finally the day came that decided it all.

*** FLASHBACK *** It was midsummer and a hot day, so Blaine decided to see if it would be all right if he were to go swimming over at their house. He was in the area, so instead of phoning he chose to just drop by and see what was going on. He hopped out of his car, and walked up the pathway to the house. He had just weeded that path the week before. He took note that he would need to use some kind of spray because it was already beginning to weed over again. He breathed a sigh thinking, "Well the upshot is that I get to come over again. Maybe tomorrow, or even today, Carly will be in the mood for a swim. Probably better tomorrow on the weekend. She'll probably just want to relax when she gets home today. TGIF." 

He knocked on the door. No answer. He glanced back at the driveway confirming that, yes, he had seen a car out there. He knocked again, a little louder this time—still no reply from inside. He tried the door and found it was unlocked. He took a few steps into the interior, not wanting to intrude too far without announcing his presence. He opened his mouth to give a shout to whoever was home, but a curious look came over his face just as he was about to and he cocked his head to one side. There was a faint noise coming from upstairs and he was straining to hear it. He knew their daughter, Stacy, would still be at school and that the only people here could be Carly and Jerry. Of course that would mean they had gotten off of work early to get here before Stacy, which meant that the soft tapping upstairs could only be one thing. He shut his mouth.

He went through his options silently in the entryway. It took him almost no time to come to a decision. This could be the one and only chance to ever see Carly naked, and as an added bonus he would be watching porn for the first time in real life. This was the realization of a fantasy, though of course he would not be partaking in the physical bit.

He slipped off his shoes and padded quietly across the tile to the stairs. He knew that they must be pretty into it or they would have heard the door, so his silence was not entirely necessary, but he thought it prudent. Silently he ascended the carpet covered steps to the second floor. Their room was the second on the right and he took care not to scuffle too much as he made his way there. The sound up here was much more pronounced and he could hear their slightly muffled voices spilling out of the doorway.

"Nnh, yeah, Jerry, push it in just like that. Ohhh yeah. God this feels so fucking good," he heard Carly saying, though her voice sounded strange.

"You like that you little bitch... mmm... you like my fat cock in you? Tell me," he heard him command her. Blaine inched closer, now only a few feet from the doorway.

"Yes, Jerry, I love your fat cock in me. Fuck your little slave. Fuck me. Please?" She said it in her best impression of a little school girl. "OH yes! Harder! OH GOD."

Blaine slowly moved his head to peek around the corner when he heard her cry out, realizing it was the perfect chance to get a peek without being seen. He saw Jerry balling her doggy-style on the bed, though something looked weird about her. She had her head turned to the side and her long brown hair was strewn out across the sheets. Her breasts were bouncing back and forth as Jerry slammed into her from behind and Blaine felt his cock twitch and fill with blood as he watched the spectacle. 

He touched himself through his pants trying to realize what was wrong about the scene in front of him. He scanned her body, her pale milky... wait. There were no tan lines. He knew for sure that she ran with a running top.... Unless...

"Yesss! Fuck me... oh God. I think I'm getting close... mmm."

"Tell me how much you want it. Tell me, Elise..." "Oh God, oh God, oh God... mmmmhhh."

Blaine spun away from the door and stepped back. "That bastard is having an affair! Mother FUCKER!" he screamed mentally. He quickly moved towards the closet to his left. He needed a way to prove this later and he knew that..."Yes, here it is." He flipped on the video camera and started recording.

***

Blaine had left the video in their mailbox the next day in a letter addressed to Carly. No more than a day later they were living separately. After a few court dates, Carly had the house and her daughter and Jerry had whatever he could carry. Blaine was elated. He felt like he would finally get his chance with Carly. What he did not understand was that he was just a teenaged boy that Carly liked to have do her chores.

"Well, you know the deal right? Emergency numbers are in the kitchen and you can help yourself to whatever you want." She smiled and Blaine thought, "Oh, if you only knew what I want."

"Ok?"

He nodded. "Yeah, I've sailed this ship before." She smiled and went on, "Stacy is upstairs taking her nap, so she'll be no problem for a while, okay?" She started passed him towards the kitchen, and he could not help but marvel at her perfectly seductive features. The scent of perfume was light but noticeable about her—a delightful fruity aroma sprayed into her shoulder length, midnight black hair. Tight black spandex pants stretched tightly over her tanned thighs and revealed every inch of her incredible heart-shaped behind. She had slender hips despite her pregnancy and her running had given her those long, trim legs. Her matching top, with a slash of white ran that ran across her breasts where the fabric molded neatly around her surgically enhanced C-cup breasts, came down to just above her navel, showing off her toned abs. The sight of her was beginning to turn him on.

"Okay, well I'll be back in a couple hours or so," she said as they moved down the hall. She stopped at the entryway to the kitchen and turned abruptly. He had been standing close behind her and she brushed against him as she turned. She looked up at him with a slightly confused look and he stepped back worried she might have felt the growing bulge in his pants. "I'm not sure why we're going to the kitchen," she laughed. Her eyes flickered to his crotch.

"Neither am I," he said before giving a chuckle. "I think I've got it under control here, and I've been here enough to know where everything is. Why don't you go relax and have a good run while I stay here and hope it doesn't rain on you."

"Yeah that would be a problem!" she replied. She turned to go, but hesitated and turned back, "You know I can't believe you're already eighteen—I sure am going to miss you next year when you're in college, but at least I got you for the summer," she said seriously before adding, "How else would all the yard work get done!" They both laughed at that. "Ok, well I'm off then." Blaine nodded and laughed thinking, "Oh how I wish that I could have you this summer," as she shut the door behind her. He walked over to a window overlooking the front walk that she was now walking down. His eyes feasted on her every feature, roving from her large breasts down to her swaying ass. She started to jog and Blaine felt his cock twitch at the sight of her breasts bouncing around, but then she got up to her workout pace and was out of sight.

For a moment or two he simply stared at the space she had just occupied. Thoughts were racing through his head, many of them telling him he had an obsession he needed to cure himself of. Most of those were weak-voiced though and the stronger voice of his desire jumped in telling him he had to act before it was too late: "If you don't hurry, she'll have another guy ready to go and where will you be? Mowing her lawn 'til kingdom come."

The first thing Blaine did was go upstairs to check on Stacy who was sleeping very soundly, and then went to get a soda in the kitchen. As he was walking down the hallway he passed by her bedroom and slowed to a stop as thoughts hammered at his brain. He was alone in the house but for a sleeping little girl and there was only one room he had never been in. She had never told him he should not go in her room and he was never a stickler for rules anyways. His curiosity tugged at his brain and finally he gave in and stepped inside. As he walked towards the closet he brushed by the hamper, kicking it accidentally. While bending down to put the laundry back in his hand grabbed a red thong. 

He stared down at the skimpy undergarment in his hand knowing it belonged to the woman who frequented his fantasies and was foremost in his thoughts now. The touch of the lacy silk garment combined with the thought of how she looked only a minute before as she was leaving immediately made his cock swell inside his jeans to the point that the confinement was painful. 

He rubbed the bulge in his pants as his thoughts sped across his mind's eye with pictures of Carly in the red thong lying on a bed, beckoning him. "What the hell," he thought to himself as he picked up the thong and brought it to his nose. Her musky aroma filled his nostrils and his cock twitched in his jeans.

He leaned back onto her bed and kicked off his shoes. He slid his pants down around his ankles and let his raging cock spring out through the hole in his boxers. He grasped his seven inches with his right hand and began to pound for all he was worth. He brought the thong back up to his nose and inhaled her aroma as he beat his painfully swollen cock. 

Vivid images burned in his mind of Carly straddling his face with those toned thighs and riding him. He was tonguing her lovely pussy and rimming her magnificent ass while she moaned gently above him. The smell of her in his nostrils was bringing him to climax quickly. He had only just started but he came with a tremendous release and cum splattered into his hand in furious pumps. He lay in a daze for a few minutes still holding the panties to his face. As he began to come down from his euphoria he heard the sound of Stacy's door opening and the sound of her soft footsteps on the carpet as she moved down the hall.

He froze momentarily before jumping up and running to the adjoining bathroom and washing the cum out of his hand. He quickly pulled up his pants, threw clothes back into the overturned hamper, and stuffed Carly's panties in his pocket before heading downstairs.

"Hey Blaine what are you doing here?" Stacy said as he came down the stairs. 

"Oh your mom wanted to go out for a run before the rain hits and she called me to watch you. She only left a half hour ago." Blaine responded. 

"Oh okay... Want to watch SpongeBob with me?" she asked. 

"Sure I will, what kind of babysitter would I be if I didn't?"

Stacy giggled and said, "A bad one. Duh."

"You little meany. You better watch out what you say or I'll get you," Blaine joked. 

He flipped on the television sat down on the couch. She snuggled up against his arm, getting comfortable while Blaine switched the channel to put on her favorite cartoon, SpongeBob Squarepants. Though they both tried to watch the show, they were much too comfortable on that couch to last long and they each dropped off into a doze.

*** It was late in the afternoon, early evening when Blaine woke up. Carly was leaning down in front of him tapping him on the shoulder. As he opened his eyes he was treated to a view of her fabulous cleavage as her top tried to hold her breasts in.

"Hey, sleepy," she whispered, "I just got back. Why don't you extricate yourself and come get a check from me upstairs. I left my check book up there."

"K..." he answered groggily. He shook his head to try to dispel some of his blurred vision and then carefully pulled himself from under Stacy as she slept. He could not believe he had fallen asleep so easily or stayed under so long. He had not been that tired to start with, so there was no real reason that he should have fallen asleep. Slightly baffled, he made his way up the steps to the second landing.

As he started down the upstairs hall, a paranoid thought entered his head and froze him—had he made sure he cleaned everything up after his escapade? The sequence of events raced quickly through his mind as he did a mental check of the room. He had not really checked the sheets after he had gotten up because he had been in a hurry to get down after Stacy. "Shit. I think I got everything else though. Damn it, I really hope I wasn't messy..." Finally he realized there was nothing he could really do now and he continued down the hall.

Now, though, his slight confusion and grogginess was gone and replaced with a twinge of dread that she might see some evidence and be appalled. Those last few steps to her closed door felt more exhausting than they should have been.

He put his hand on the door handle, summoned up a surge of calm and twisted the handle without thinking about it anymore. The problem was he was not thinking at all. Most people knock at closed doors. 

She was turned away from him at her dresser when he opened the door and the sight of her nearly buckled his knees. She was wearing naught but a little black thong and was clipping together a bra as she scrutinized herself in her mirror. 

The black fabric rose high on her hips accentuating her tanned legs before it curved and plunged downward to disappear inside that fine, tight crevice. The dimples on the sides of her behind muscles were clearly defined in the incandescent light, as were the tan lines of a Tonga-style bikini bottom.

He was fully aroused by now and his hand was massaging his member through his pants as she bent down to open a drawer in her dresser and pull out a pair of pajama pants. As she bent her legs spread a little and he caught a glimpse of the black fabric nestled between her legs and enjoyed a view of that full ass as it glowed at him. She slipped on the pants and Blaine let his vision slide up her body taking in her trim waist and the hint of her large breasts. His left leg started to itch, so he quickly bent down to scratch it. Of course, this was a mistake: when he rose he was staring into her beautiful brown eyes and doing his best not to let that gaze drop to her chest.

He froze. His face was warm. "I-I'm-uh, I'm sorry, Carly. Mrs. Smith," Blaine stammered. 

Involuntarily he broke eye contact and looked down. He did it out of embarrassment but found he was staring directly at her chest. The bra was sheer and he could see her large areolas clearly through the pale blue fabric. 

Immediately visions began to drive through his head. He saw himself atop her, driving into her, filling her with his semen. 

"Blaine, I'm up here," she said in a dry tone. Blaine had to tear his gaze away from where it had fallen, somewhere between her flat stomach and between those amazingly toned thighs. "I think I know your mother enough to assume that she would have taught you to knock before entering—especially when it is a woman's room." 

She made no effort to cover herself, not that it would change what had already been burned into Blaine's mind.

Blaine's mouth worked and he tried to get out a few words, but he had no real excuse. He simply had not been thinking when he had done it, and then his teenage lust had taken over and there was no way he would have been able to close that door. Now, it was taking all of his concentration to keep his eyes on her face and not get himself into more trouble.




Payment



"Hey, don't misunderstand me, dear," she said in her gentle voice, "You aren't in trouble. I was just trying to make a joke. It's not like I'm naked or anything. Then there might be something to talk about." Her last few words were accompanied by a laugh, but Blaine was too aroused to realize anything but his lust for her. It seemed that all the dirty thoughts and fantasies he had ever considered were chasing each other around his head, tantalizing and titillating him. All moral inhibition was lost to him as a primal instinct overcame him.

"Blaine, is something wrong?" she said faintly. 

Blaine's eyes hungrily feasted on her body like a beggar at a feast. He undressed her silently in his mind, slashing bra from her ample breasts, ripping the pants from her pussy. The beast inside him was unleashed. He wanted to ravage her body. He wanted to plunge into her fiercely and powerfully.

The look on Carly's face showed that she knew exactly what Blaine was thinking. She could see the desire, feel the tension between them.

A sudden calm came over him. He was in the eye of the storm. He felt the lust and rage surround him with its fury, yet he was calm. He controlled the storm. He banished it all from his mind and came back to reality shaking his head as if he were shaking it all out of his hair.

"Um... I'm sorry. I guess I just need my check then, right?" She let out a breath and her shoulders dropped as she visibly calmed at his question.

"Yeah, I'll write one out right now." Carly turned to her closet door and grabbed her purse which was hanging on the door knob. "How much is it for an hour? We usually do fifteen right?"

"Yeah, and three hours means forty-five dollars."

"Ok, here you go then," she said as she signed and ripped out the check. She had still made no move to put a shirt on and Blaine was staring again at her cleavage and the thin fabric that stretched hardly opaque over her erect nipples.

"Actually, Ms. Smith, I know you really don't need to be spending much right now. I'm sorry, it's none of my business really, I just feel bad taking the money. Besides, you've given me all I could ask for..." He trailed off with a dry chuckle.

"Really, Blaine, that's kind of you, but I can't just let you leave without paying for your services. I wouldn't feel right about it."

"Ms. Smith, I won't take any money today. I've already had enough payment as far as I'm concerned."

"Well at least let me make it worth your time..."

Blaine felt his heart pounding furiously in his chest. "What did you have in mind?"

"Well... I know what you boys want. What if I let you have a feel? That would be a good trade...?"

Blaine's mouth fell open. "Are you joking right now?"

"No... I really feel like I owe you something, and this is what I have to offer. But, but, no more than that. I really can't let you do anything else, Blaine. With our age difference it just wouldn't be right and I really don't want that kind of thing to influence my daughter."

"I can really feel them? I can't believe this." Delight and confusion shone in his eyes. Eternity seemed to fill in the few seconds it took as she reached back and unclasped her bra, letting it slip from her shoulders to the floor. Her pale breasts swung free from their confinement and she reached up and massaged them gently as she walked up to him.

Blaine was in a state of disbelief as she moved closer and closer to him finally stopping only inches away. Her hands reached for his, caught his wrists. She brought them up and placed them gently on her firm tits. The ache for her body twisted his mind. Yes, his hands were full of her, caressing two of her most intimate parts, but he could never stop here. He needed the whole package. He weighed his options and decided.

Unhurriedly and with icy calm he pulled his hands away. He stripped his shirt from his body, revealing his toned teenage body, his cut biceps and thin waist. A twinge of desire lit her eyes before being banished by fear. She worried about the age difference and that her daughter might find out. But, he would change that; she would have no fear when he wanted her to have none. His pants fell about his feet and he kicked them off with his shoes. His boxers soon followed and his body was naked and he was erect before her, pulsing with desire.

She looked at him, her mouth working. "I- I- I know that I've been sl- slightly seductive around you. But I was really serious when I told you no more than this. I- I really meant it."

"Don't be afraid. I won't hurt you," he tried to assuage her fears.

"I can't do this, Blaine. You are a very handsome boy and I've needed this for so long, but it would be so wrong. What if Stacy came up?"

"You know she's asleep and won't hear you or me. Don't be so afraid, Carly. We both know you need this. I need this." A twinge of irritation had entered his voice. She was supposed to want him, not be afraid or worried. He acted quickly and forced her to the ground, onto the carpet before she could offer any resistance.

"Blaine, please don't do this. Please I can't- I'll scream for help."

"Carly, please, I need you, please forgive me." He began to grind his cock into her crotch. Heat met heat and if he hadn't masturbated recently he would have come all over her body. Now though, he rode the storm. He felt her desire that she tried to hold back; he felt her tense body as she tried to repel that lust. His lips met her skin and her protests renewed. She pushed on his shoulders as he dragged his tongue across the base of her neck. His hot kisses trailed across her collarbone.

"Stop it, Blaine, stop. This isn't right," she said, shoving him away. 

He rolled to the side from the force of her shove, very annoyed by it. "Damn it, Carly, just enjoy this." He rolled back atop her, his hands finding her meaty mounds of flesh. He lowered his head to her chest and took a nipple into his mouth.

"Please Blaine, I can't..." her voice was almost a whisper. He nibbled on her pink areola and she gasped with pleasure. He wasted no time and began to trek down her abs, leaving hot breath and kisses all over her breasts and stomach until he was pulling down her waistband planting those kisses on her neatly trimmed rug of hair. "Blaine..." His lips continued downward around her pussy massaging into her thighs. "Please, please don't... don't... don't." He continued to kiss her thighs as his hands massaged her hips and sides. The heat of her sex beckoned to him, but he resisted, waiting, knowing she would relent eventually.

He stopped and looked up at her. "Blaine," she whispered, "we can't do this any longer. I can't. I have to stop."

"Please, Carly, just a little longer."

"Blaine...I can't." He kissed the insides of her thighs some more, coming closer and closer to her moist lips. His hands moved to massage her ass.

"Just let me taste you first Carly please. I want to taste you Carly and then that's it." Carly felt her pussy begin to tingle, she knew it was wrong and she knew she would lose control. She tried to resist, "Blaine I have a daughter downstairs. What if she wakes up? Please... please stop," she begged. Blaine continued his onslaught.

"Please, Carly just one taste." She could feel his hot breath tickle her lips. Carly was beginning to weaken. She had tried to fight it off, to fight off the passion in her heart and the burning in her loins, but she could no longer stop it, she needed it and needed it now. 

"All right, Blaine," she whispered.

Blaine wiggled his tongue between her lips, drilling into her hole as Blaine's face pressed closer into her body. Her hips rolled forward as she began to ride young man's tongue; her walls clenching and undulating, trying to pull the welcome intruder in deeper.

Blaine savored the taste of Carly as it drizzled over his tongue and filtered into his senses. He sucked in Carly's hanging pussy lips, rolling the inner lips with his tongue and sucking them hungrily. He pressed his tongue into Carly's tight hole again and again as Carly bounced on his face gently.

Blaine spread her tongue and licked up Carly's slit, shaking his head from side to side. His palms squeezed and kneaded Carly's hot thighs. He brushed the stiff pleasure button with his tongue, slapping it again and again as Carly's body vibrated.

"Don't stop. Don't stop! Don't you dare fucking stop." Carly squealed and pinched her nipples. "Yeesss!"

Blaine grumbled and doubled his efforts. He thrust his tongue deep into Carly's hole. He pulled it back and thrust it in, then wiggled it wildly as he pulled it out again. He sucked in the swollen lips again and nibbled them a bit. 

Carly was panting as she slammed her hips down onto Blaine's face. The boy didn't mind, he was just as happy to feast on Carly's dripping pussy. He had waited for this for so long. Now he was taking it. He was making her need it. "Yesss...eat my pussy...fuck yeah, you dirty little boy."

Blaine slurped thirstily on Carly's juice as it coated his lips, chin, nose and cheeks. He ran her fingers between Carly's ass cheeks, pressing them over the puckered ring of Carly's asshole. 

He put his palms together and dipped his thumbs in the slippery juncture of Carly's thighs.

"Oooh, Blaine," Carly sighed and spread her thighs further apart, opening herself up more for Blaine's wet tongue.

Blaine licked his thumbs and slowly pressed them into Carly's puckered asshole. He drove his thumbs deep into Carly and felt the woman clench. He held still and ran the underside of his tongue over Carly's clit.

"You like that?" Blaine whispered.

"Oh god. Jerry never. Did anyth—Unhhh!" Carly shivered as her pussy juice dribbled down Blaine's chin.

"Mmm you taste so fucking good." Blaine licked up the sticky nectar and thrust his thumbs deeper into Carly's rectum.

The dark haired woman panted her lust as she began rolling her hips back and forth. Blaine felt that lust, felt it merge with his own. He could feel her desire pulsing through her clit, her pussy, her ass. He knew his own desire. His cock trembled with excitement.

Blaine pulled his thumbs out pinned her knees to her chest. He ran his tongue over Carly's exposed slit and pulled the fleshy lips into his mouth, tugging on them and lashing his tongue over them.

Carly felt her legs shaking. She grabbed Blaine's head in her hands and held his head in place as she raised her hips to meet Blaine's tongue. She felt the wet muscle rolling over her asshole and snaking to get in. She pinched her nipples and relaxed to the coaxing. Blaine's palms caressed Carly's body, running slowly over her heated flesh.

"Uhnn...yeah...ooh..." Carly cooed as her orgasm drew closer.

Blaine latched on to Carly's clit and continued his assault; laving the organ and sucking it hard. He released it and licked it slowly, and then sucked it hard into his mouth again and battered it with his tongue. He trapped it in his mouth and pulled his head back and moved side to side. His tongue lashed the sensitive mound repeatedly.

"Yeaahhh!....oh God, I'm coming..." Carly screamed, "I'm coming...fuck me...I'm coming!"

Blaine pressed two fingers into Carly's hot pussy and the dark haired woman came undone. 

Her body arched off the bed despite her position. Blaine maneuvered himself and held the Carly's thighs apart as the woman tried to clamp her legs together. Blaine lashed the woman's stiff clit and pumped his fingers in and out of Carly's quivering body.

"Fuck yeah, Carly." Blaine grinned and began lapping up the streaming liquids. He relished each drop and felt his dick throbbing excitedly. He wasn't sure if he could hold out much longer.

Carly was panting heavily as she enjoyed the now gentle licks from Blaine's hot tongue. "...Did that just happen?"

Blaine laughed as he brought his body up and pressed it between her spread legs. "Could you ever believe it didn't?" He ground his cock against her slick pussy now. His hard shaft slid easily along her slit.

"I need to repay you, Blaine, I know it's wrong, so wrong, but you did so well. God you're so young... where'd you learn that? I need to repay you. I'll- I'll give you some money... will that do?"

"You know what I want, Carly."

She gulped and looked into his eyes. For so long, there had been no room for fear, only pleasure. Now that fear returned.

"I can't let you fuck me, Blaine. I can't do that."

"I'll get what I want, Carly, I need you and I know you need me."

He pushed his finger inside of her and her body belied her words. She felt her muscles tighten around his finger as she moaned wantonly and wanted to die right there; he was raping her and it seemed like her body wanted him inside her more than it wanted air in her lungs. She wanted him so bad. She whimpered with panic.

"Blaine," she whispered fiercely, "I don't have a condom!"

"Shhh," he whispered softly, sliding his finger out of her again gently. He held her jaw still. "I have one here in my wallet. I'll be inside you soon, and I'll fuck you as hard as you need." He slid his finger to rest on her lower lip, and it glistened with moisture. He pushed gently and Carly did as he wanted, sucking his finger clean gently. He growled softly, pulled her him roughly and kissed her, sliding his tongue into her mouth and letting her taste herself on his tongue as well. "You need me, don't deny it, Carly." 

She was breathing heavily because of the kiss, because of her desire. Yes she needed him. No she should. "Yes, I do..."

She stopped, surprised at her own words. "But, you, you have a condom right?"

"Yes, it's okay I have two here... just in case..." He stood and went to his jeans to grab his wallet.

He pulled a condom out and rolled it down his pulsing cock. Then he looked at her, and she met his gaze. Thunder rolled outside and that storm had finally hit. She had no cares or worries, she rode her emotion. She only had lust and desire—she rode the storm.

Their bodies met in a tangle of heat and need. Somehow they found the bed and he was behind her taking her as animals do, sinking his hard teenage cock deep into her mature pussy. She screamed with her desire, not caring who heard her. Certainly not her daughter. He continued his crazed thrusting as her body nearly collapsed. Their uneven breathing filled the room and their bodies were sweaty, their hair sticking to our faces. He bodily flipped her over and grabbed her ankles. He pressed them up towards her head, stretching her lithe body to its limit. Suddenly his cock was thrusting even deeper inside of her and she brought her fingers down to tease her clit. He groaned watching her hand and drove into her bent body, filling her with her hardness. His guttural moans mingled with her piercing shrieks as her tits bounced up and down. 

"Oh, oh, oh, oh, Blaine fuck me hard! Yes, fuck me baby!" Her hands flung out to cling at his waist. Neither could hold a coherent thought in their minds as they came closer and closer to climax. They closed their eyes, and suddenly his body was convulsing, her hand felt his abs flexing, hard as rocks. His thrusts began getting jerkier and she opened her eyes, watching his sweaty, pleasure-filled face. She felt her own orgasm coming to head as his body stilled and he thrust his head back, closing his eyes and letting out a feral groan as he came inside of her.

"Carly!!! FUCK!!!" he was yelling as she screamed out wordless cries.

A few minutes later, she was kissing him on the lips saying, "That was amazing..."



Payment For A Job



I woke up to the sound of the ocean rushing up the shoreline near my house in Florida. I rolled over and looked at the beautiful women lying next to me clothed in nothing but the sheets that formed perfectly to her figure due to the sweat that covered her body in the morning heat. As my eyes wandered up and down her body taking in every subtle figure and shape my mind couldn't help but wander to the events that took place earlier that morning and the night before...

It was a normal day like any other starting off the same way as it always does. I woke up in a lull from too much alcohol the day before, dragging myself out of bed and to the shower was a chore in itself. I considered calling in sick to work because of my hangover. When I arrived at work the phones were already ringing off the hook with customers needing help with their computers. As the day continued on with phone call after phone consisting of "just run a virus scan and you'll be fine" or "Well, do you have everything plugged in the right way?" it was getting rather mundane. Her call started off like any other but little did I know it would change my life

"Hi thanks for calling AA computer tech how can I help you?"

"Hello" The woman's voice said on the line. I could tell she was extremely frustrated with something that was going on. "My computer keeps acting up and shutting down randomly on me"

After about 15 minutes of virus scans, spy ware scans, and general trouble shooting I told the lady that if she'd like to bring the computer in to the shop we would be able to diagnose and repair her machine. She agreed and shortly arrived at the shop. I watched her through the window as she pulled the heavy machine out of the backseat of her car. She was an attractive woman. Her long red hair shaped her pretty face and the sun easily caught the slight glimmer of blonde highlights. She stood five feet eight inches, and carried her round, full breasts well. Her rounded womanly hips flowed smoothly into her long tan legs that came out of her skirt around mid-thigh. Her toned leg muscles flexed as she carried her computer toward the entrance of the shop.

I opened the front door and took the computer from her hands. She thanked me softly for the relief. Briefly, I introduced myself and quickly took the computer to my workbench near the back of the shop. I worked on her computer for about an hour, stumped at every possible solution. The whole time she sat quietly in the waiting area reading a magazine. Occasionally I would catch her in mid stare and she would quickly return to reading her magazine. Now, I'm not your typical geek guy that you would see running a computer repair shop. I'm 24 years old and six feet two inches tall with piercing blue eyes that would melt even the iciest of hearts. My hair is sandy blonde, shaggy and curly. I almost look like I was born to surf. I am of a medium build and by no means ripped or fit like the men you see in magazines and porno. I'm not overweight either; I do take care of myself and try to go the gym whenever life permits. 

After much time passed she got up from her seat and walked over to me with a puzzled look on her face, "Were you able to find the problem yet?" 

I replied, "No I can't seem to pinpoint what the problem is."

She looked me in the eyes and smiled, "Not a big deal really I have the whole week off."

I smiled at her and began to work on her computer again, though this time she didn't return to her seat in the waiting area. Instead she pulled up a chair and sat down watching me work, occasionally asking a question about this part, what that wire was, and also making small talk with me. Her voice had a sultry tone to it the whole time that I didn't pick up on when she had first arrived. This intrigued me and I found myself enjoying her company and her tone. Over the course of a couple hours I had learned she was 23 and had just moved into town about a week ago. She needed her computer for the work that she did from her home which explained why she was so frustrated on the phone.

As it neared closing time, every one of my employees had left already and I had just about exhausted all my resources when I suddenly got an idea of what could be the problem. Frantically working I managed to run the computer through a serious of tests and programs without it crashing. I looked up grinning and caught her staring at me licking her lips. I proceeded to tell her what I had done and she was ecstatic that I was able to fix her machine. I gave her the bill and started to lock up the store after she had left; relieved to know I could finally go home. When I arrived at my car I found the woman leaning against the trunk with one foot propped up on the bumper, allowing me a slight glimpse of her black thong she was wearing underneath that skirt. I stood there with a puzzled look on my face. 

"I just wanted to thank you again for sparing me the expense of buying another computer for my home business." I told her she was welcome and that I appreciated her business. Suddenly, she then hugged me tightly pressing her breasts into my body with her chin on my shoulder. I could smell the tantalizing scent of her perfume as it wafted into my nostrils. It caused me to shiver and I had to catch myself from falling over. She let go of me, looked at me seriously, and asked "Would you like to accompany me for dinner tonight at Linguari's?" Stunned, I managed to form the word "ok." She smiled and walked to the passenger side of my car. 

The restaurant was perfect, the food delicious, and the company gorgeous. Throughout the entire dinner she kept flirting with me and gazing deeply into my eyes, occasionally running her foot up my leg. The night continued on with relentless flirtatious glances, feeding each other cherries and suckling the juices off each other's fingers. In my car on the way home I asked where she lived, in which she replied, "Let's not go to my house it's still being unpacked and is a complete mess, I'd love to see where you lived." My mind went wild thinking about what the night could be coming to I drove us to my house and showed her around the place. We sat down on the couch together talking and flirting madly with one another. She inched closer to me as we sat there, placing her hand on my leg and turning her body and facing me. I took this opportunity to place my hand gently on her cheek and pulled her in for a long passionate kiss. We pulled away from each other, both breathing harder than before and gazing into each other's eyes. She stood up, grabbed me by the hand and led me to my bedroom half walking half skipping down the hallway.

Inside the bedroom she pulled me in kissing me again, even harder and more passionately before. I started to roam my hands up her back slowly while our tongues danced and massaged each other's forcefully. She broke the kiss and pushed me down on the bed, straddling me and pulling my tie off and tossing it aside. She started kissing me again. I had never been kissed like this before and my blood was boiling. She was so aggressive and confident and her actions turned me on immensely. My cock had already begun to grow in my pants. It strained against the fabric and rubbed her inner thigh slightly as she ground her hips into mine. Both her hands had started to make their way down my body across my chest and stomach. She stopped at my waist before moving back up to my face. I ran my hands up her back and across her neck before running them through her hair. She moaned into my mouth started to grind even harder.

We made out some more and my hands made their way down her back, just above her ass, and around to her stomach. I moved her hair out of the way and started to kiss my way down her cheek and neck stopping to suck on her earlobe. I sucked and nibbled lightly on her neck, hearing her breathing shorten and quicken with every suck and lick that I used on her. I slid my hands up her stomach resting them on her breasts and massaging them lightly. I then slid my hands underneath her shirt and found her nipples to be erect and poking out through the fabric of her bra. She slid down my body and started to suck on my neck, causing me to gasp and moan slightly, while her fingers undid my shirt, button by button, slowly removing it as she went. Pretty soon she had taken off my shirt completely and I pulled hers off over her head allowing me to see her tanned stomach and lacy black bra.

I kissed my way down her neck and onto her chest kissing her breasts through her bra at first. I moved down her stomach further and further with each kiss until I reached her bellybutton. I moved back up kissing her passionately on the lips and removing her bra skillfully with one hand letting her round, full breasts exposed to the crisp evening air that circulated in through the open window across the room. Kissing and sucking on her hard nipples caused her to moan and shiver in pure delight. She started to undo my belt, almost forcefully tugging it out and throwing it across the room. Kissing down my exposed chest she stopped and started to suck on my nipples sending shivers down my spine. She unbuttoned my pants and slid them off allowing my rock hard cock to stand straight up in my boxers. She tossed my pants away and started to rub my cock through my underwear with her hand and kissing me impetuously on the mouth.

My hands made their way down her body atop the waistline of her skirt. I slid them down her legs and up under her skirt feeling the dampness on her inner thighs. This made me want to feel more and more of her body. Just the thought of her pussy wrapped around my cock made me quiver rapturously and caused my cock to twitch at the thought. I pulled her skirt off and devoured the site of her black thong thoroughly soaked by her juices; I just wanted to bury myself in her hot womanhood. She pulled my boxers off and moved down with her head between my legs, the head of my cock just mere millimeters away from her lips, her hot breath falling down upon my cock, my eyes just begging for her to take me in. She looked up at me with my member in her hand and said "You want me to take your huge cock in my mouth don't you?" 

"Yeah" was all I could muster under the situation and with that she placed the tip at her lips giving it a kiss and slowly kissing down the shaft to my balls slowly sucking on my balls and licking my dick all the way back up to the top before engulfing the entire thing in one slow motion, deep throating my whole cock and moaning softly causing waves of pleasure to erupt through my body. She started to suck and move her head up and down, moving faster with each stroke bringing me closer and closer to orgasm with every passing minute. My orgasm was building within my body. She felt the head of my cock swell and started to suck even harder and moving faster and faster, pushing me over the top. My cock exploded into her mouth filling it with more cum then I had ever had before with waves of pleasure streaming throughout my body. She swallowed every drop and moved back up kissing me intensely with the slight taste of my own cum still lingering on her lips

I rolled over pinning her between the bed and myself kissing her fiercely and sliding her thong down her legs, discarding it across the room. I kissed my way down her body sucking her nipples and licking and kissing her stomach till I reached my destination. Her pussy was dripping wet with her juices and the pungent aroma that filled my nostrils activated a dormant, carnal instinct deep inside that drove me wild. I ran my tongue down the lips of her pussy and kissed all around it on her legs and crotch just savoring the sweet taste that glistened on my lips. My tongue worked its magic on her clit, licking and sucking it causing her body to tense up and her breathing to quicken to nothing but short gasps for air. I ran my tongue down the slit and slid it in her pussy letting the juices cover my tongue. I moaned deeply and started to slide my tongue in and out slowly at first, then picking up speed. She placed her hands on the back of my head and pulled me in forcibly wanting me to go deeper and deeper with every penetration. I moved my tongue in and out of her quicker and quicker while my finger played with her clit. She bucked her hips into me reaching her orgasm and convulsing uncontrollably while I felt her pussy walls contract around my tongue with each wave of her orgasm.

She then did something that had been a fantasy of mine and no girl I had been with could fulfill, as most girls were too shy in the bedroom with me. She pinned me down on the bed forcing my arms up high and securing me to the bedrail with my tie, which she had retrieved from the foot of the bed. Laying there, breathing heavily, with my cock just aching to be ridden, she straddled me and positioned herself directly above my cock. Her juices dripped down onto my erect rod, soaking me in hot, wet secretions. She lowered herself upon my erect member, the head just sliding into her body and her pussy engulfing me bit by bit. Her pussy was tight but I slid in with ease because of how wet she was. She lowered down all the way just sitting on me and staring into my face, her eyes full of lust and passion. I could feel her steamy pussy wrapped around me while she squeezed my cock with her strong pelvic muscles. 

She started to move up and down slowly at first building speed as she went, soaking my stomach and legs with her pussy juices. Both of our bodies moved in perfect rhythm. We were both glistening in sweat as we had some of the most amazing sex I'd ever have. The cool breeze from outside washed over us as we made love in the moonlight that danced across the water and into the room. She braced herself with her arms and bent down, kissing me fiercely on the lips. She only got faster and faster as time went on and I knew I couldn't hold out for too much longer. With her moaning loudly I felt her orgasm erupt around my cock pushing me over the edge and shooting my steamy cum deep inside her. But she was relentless and kept on riding me for another hour; both of us having more and more orgasms till neither of us could take it anymore.

She untied my wrists and collapsed on top of me, my cock still deep inside her, kissing me affectionately and just laying with her arms wrapped around me. Basking in the afterglow of our orgasms together I pulled the covers over us and we just lay there listening to the sounds of our breathing. Wrapped up in each other's arms, her warm body pressed against mine, she softly kissed my chest and neck. We must have lain there for hours before finally falling asleep dreaming of the love we would soon share with each other the next day. Needless to say we would soon become lovers for all time and eternity, the sex only getting better and better as time passed us by.



Payment for Car Repairs



Rebecca didn't much like to drive, let alone drive in the Arizona desert in the middle of summer. To make matters worse she was now sitting in her car on the side of the road with a blown out tire. The only good part of her day was that she could see a little town from where she sat in the front seat of her car.

Rebecca got out of her car and walked into the town. She found an old man sitting on a bench and asked where the nearest car repair shop was. He informed her it was down around the corner.

When she got to the shop she entered the front door. No one was there. She rang the little silver bell on the counter, it didn't ring. She picked it up to look at it. "Of course, it's broken just like everything else I touch today." She said out loud. There was a door behind the counter where she could hear loud rock music coming from. She went through the door into the work bay where several cars were parked. She called out several times but received no response. She walked along the cars looking to see if anyone was there.

She noticed a pair of legs sticking out from underneath a very old blue Buick. "Sir? SIR?" she called to him with no response. Finally she lightly kicked him in the leg. A loud thump sound came from under the car along with several colorful words.

As Josh rubbed is forehead that he had smacked on the underside of the car he looked out to see a pair of very feminine feet in white flip-flops. He slid out from under the car and looked up to see a very beautiful woman standing there. She had long slender legs, a white miniskirt that if it were any shorter he would have had a great view, although he wasn't complaining so far. She had long blonde hair, and a pink camis that was extremely low cut so he could see a great deal of her breasts that seemed to be straining against the shirt holding them in. 'Why can't I have more customers like this.' He thought.

"Hello Sugar, what can I do for you?" he asked. "First of all my name is Rebecca, not sugar. Second, I need my car fixed." She replied. Rebecca was rather surprised at the man in front of her. She expected some man with missing teeth to be under the car. He was rather tall with short black hair and very handsome. He appeared to have some Native American in him which wouldn't be a surprise with being near a Navajo reservation. "Well my name is Josh. "Where is your car and what is wrong with it?" he asked. Rebecca informed him of the situation and that she didn't have a lot of money. Josh said he could probably work out a deal with her.

Later that evening the car was fixed and Rebecca was in the office with Josh. "Ok, what is the damage?" He explained the price which she could not pay for. "Isn't there anything you can do to make it a little cheaper?" she asked. "Actually I think there is something....we fuck and you get the car back at no charge. What do you think?" Josh was positive she wouldn't go for it but thought it couldn't hurt to ask. It's not very often a piece of ass like this one comes through town so he might as well take advantage of it. Little did he know she would agree.

Rebecca felt instantly wet at the suggestion and was all too happy to oblige him. It had been several months since the last time she had sex. She wouldn't turn down a little self satisfaction and a free repair job. Rebecca got up from her chair and walked around the desk that Josh was seated at. She removed her flip-flops and sat on the desk directly in front of him. She removed her shirt revealing her braless breasts.

Josh felt himself get hard at the sight of her half naked body. He leaned forward and began to rub her breasts, rolling her nipples between his fingers. This sent little waves of pleasure through Rebecca. He began to suck on one nipple while he slid one hand between her legs, pushing her thong aside put two fingers inside her. As Josh finger fucked her, Rebecca began to really enjoy what was happening and started to move her hips back and forth on his hand. Josh was getting harder by the second. He stopped for a moment and told her to take off her skirt and thong. She stood up and removed the rest of her clothes. While standing she reached down and rubbed his dick through his coveralls and suggested he take them off. Josh removed his clothes and Rebecca dropped to her knees when Josh sat back in his chair. She put the head of his dick in her mouth and sucked it and licked it for a moment enjoying the taste of a warm dick. She moved her mouth up and down his shaft while also playing with his balls. He was enjoying it but made her stop because he wouldn't last much longer with her doing that.

Josh told Rebecca to stand up and turn around facing the desk. She bent over the desk with her legs spread apart. He stood up and slid his dick in her pussy enjoying the warm tight sensation. He slowly began to move his dick in and out of her. "I thought we were here to fuck, come on fuck me hard Josh." She said. He grabbed a hand full of her hair and yanked it back and began to slam his dick into her. She moaned and screamed as he fucked her with his big dick. He reached down with one hand and pinched one of her nipples which made her cum. He continued to shove his dick in her. When he was close to coming himself he pulled his dick out of her pussy and put it in her ass which caused her to come again. That was enough to put Josh over the edge and he came in her ass. 

Josh pulled out of her and gave her a good smack on the ass and said "Nice doing business with you." 



Payment For Life



He had to be silent.  They were all around.  Slip forward, one inch at a time, be part of the ground.

A shout, they were on him.  Fighting to get up, too many, holding, and pressing.  He discharged the rifle, rewarded with a groan.

It only brought more.

Reaching for the blade, he slashed out, feeling flesh part, a scream in the darkness.

So close.

Just 200 feet away, the walls of the fortress, almost.  Yes, almost.  He strained to reach it, safety, and freedom. Twisting frantically, he managed to look up in time to see the flash from the fort.

"No!" he screamed.  "I am one of yo..."

A blinding light, the world faded to black.

Hours, days, weeks, years...?   He awoke, the man in the pale robe was sitting, waiting.

"Almost."

"Yes, almost."

"Try again?"

"No, I am done.  Please."

"Very well, here is the reward you were promised."

The man in the pale robe handed him six pills.

"Take them only when you must, there are only six."

"What do they do?"

"They are for life, you will know when."

Everything faded, he slept.

He awoke, it was hot.  The desert Sun beat down, no mercy.  Getting up, he walked.  On and on, mouth getting dry, sweat running off him.  Then the sweat stopped, no mercy.

The surroundings began to fade in and out.  He reached in his pocket, felt the tablets.  Desperate for relief, he popped one in his mouth, hoping to stimulate moisture.

Instantly, he could smell the water.  Stopping by a large Cactus, he tore into the flesh of the plant.  Precious moisture, elixir of life came pouring out.

The tablet dissolved in the sweet fluid.  Then a horse appeared, saddled, bags on it's side, a rifle in the scabbard.

Mounting, he gave it it's head, knowing somehow that it knew the way.

Riding into the town, he dropped the horse at the stable.  Pulling the saddlebags, he headed for the local tavern.

No more than inside, the voice called out.  "I never thought I would see you again."

He looked up at the thin man, standing with a sneer.  

"What?"

"You know what!"

Tense now, not knowing, he looked at the man.

"What do you want?"

"You."

Looking at the thin man, he decided to just walk away.  The man would have none of it.

"Gun." he said flatly.

"I don't have one."

"In your bags."

He reached and yes, a gun, holster. No idea what to do, or how to use it.

"Take a pill." popped in his head.  He reached in his pocket, took one, and popped it in his mouth.

He strapped on the holster, turned, waiting.  He saw the thin man reach, the gun at his own side appeared and fired.  The thin man never cleared his holster, like magic, a hole appeared in his forehead.

Men were running, reaching for him.

Black.

He stood for a moment as the fog rolled in, then cleared.  He was standing on a beach, the surf piled gently against the sands.

He heard the sound in the background, a humming, then a roar.  A machine rolled up, the man inside looked him up and down.

"Move on, bud."  the man said.  Catching a glimpse of the badge, he said, "Sure." and headed off down the beach.

Tourists, every size and shape were everywhere.  He just kept walking.

It was just a mile or so when he saw the bunkers, something drew him to them.

Walking up to one, a voice challenged.  Some foreign language, he could not make it out.

A sudden explosion made him drop to the sand, looking up, he saw ships on the ocean.  Thousands and thousands of them, men everywhere.

Hell broke loose.  He tried to get as low in the sand as he could, then he spotted a clump of some kind of beach grass, elevated.  Diving, he made it and ducked down behind as shells exploded all around.

The bunker he had just walked up to became an inferno.  Then another bunker cut loose on where he lay, sand leaped up in spurts.  There was barely room to stay out of the line of fire.  It was getting closer and closer.

He reached in his pocket, felt the tablet.  He popped it in his mouth.  In seconds, a tank rolled up.  "Get in."

He didn't need to be asked twice, he leaped up an into the tank.

Down the beach they went, firing left and right. The man running the machine grinned as one after another of the bunkers exploded in flames.

"Laser guided." he said.  "Sitting ducks."

At the end of the beach, the tank driver pulled up and over the embankment.

"Out." he said.

"But..."

"Take the car."

He stepped out, slid behind the steering wheel of the Blue Corvette, and turned the key.  Rewarded with a throaty roar, he slammed the car in gear and headed down the highway.

He drove rapidly into the fast approaching darkness.

"Where?"  popped in his mind.

"You will know."  

He drove on.  Hours.  It began to get light, he followed the endless white line, seeing no one.

Then a flashing red light, he dropped down through the gears, the change of the engine tone almost a relief from the hours wide open.

"Hello." came a female voice.  She hopped in the passenger door, smiled.  He looked her up and down, soft, her breasts obvious under the thin material of the top she wore.

"Where do you want to go?"

"I am already there," she answered.  He saw the silver gun appear in her hand.

Reaching, he grabbed the barrel, twisted it up and away as she fired.  Then she was slashing at him.  His doubled fist ended that.

Understanding now, he reached in his pocket, pulled out the pills.  He looked down, just three.

"Fuck this!" he thought, popping two in his mouth.

The world turned black.

Fighting for breath in the cold water, he struggled to stay afloat.  Looking around, he saw nothing, just endless seas.  On and on.

He reached in his pocket, rewarded with a soggy mass.  He pressed the remains of the tablet to his mouth.

Black.

He had to be silent, they were all around.  He slipped forward with care, trying to be part of the ground.

A shout, discovery.  They were on him.  He fired the rifle, one went down, and then they were  everywhere.  He slashed out with the blade, feeling it part flesh.

So close.  The walls of the fortress, he tried to scream out, saw the wink of light, and felt the explosion.

All black.  "NO!" he screamed.  Too late.

He awoke, the tall thin man sat patiently, smiling.

"Again?"

He sighed. "Why the hell not?"

"All right, here is the reward you were promised.."

Six little pills.

He knew what they were for.  The reward for a life spent unrepentant, unkind.  He knew of the goal of the fortress.  Freedom if he could reach it.

He knew now he never could.

He popped all six in his mouth.  The thin man just smiled.

All faded to black.



Payment for Services Rendered



It was an absolutely marvelous blowjob, made all the more satisfying by it being so totally unexpected. Adding to the excitement was the behavior of the young lady doing the sucking - I had my tongue in her cunt and she was going nuts. All in all the experience was well worth the $101.62 that it was going to cost me. Don't get me wrong, the young lady, Marci was her name, was not a prostitute, someone in the business of selling sex for money, she was just settling a debt.

The story started two days ago when a man came into the shop where I work and bought himself a receiver hitch and an electronic brake control. He was going to rent a trailer and haul a car to his parent's house. He told me he had all the tools necessary to install the items himself and so I gave him a few tips on how to do it and he left. The next day he was back and said he couldn't seem to get the hitch to fit or the brake control to work and he asked me how much I would charge to install both correctly. I gave him a price and set up an appointment for him to bring his truck in on the following day. He told me that he had to work, but that his wife worked just up the street and she would drop it off in the morning. Then he asked me if I could drive her to work and then possibly pick her up after the job was done. Since she worked within three blocks of my shop I told him that it wouldn't be a problem. 

When Marci dropped off the truck the next morning I recognized her. I'd seen her several times in the neighborhood café at lunchtime and occasionally after work. She was a fairly good looking woman, a little heavy for my taste, not fat mind you, more on the order of pleasingly plump, but I like my women a little thinner. I have always been a believer in the saying, "The closer the bone, the sweeter the meat." I drove her to work and when I dropped her I asked her if it would be all right if I just waited until the end of the day before bringing the truck back to her and she said that it would work for her.

The day was a long one; for some reason it just seemed to drag on. A couple of times during the day I thought of Marci and I found myself remembering one time when I had seen her in the café bending over the pool table to take a shoot. She had on a loose top and had not been wearing a bra and I had seen her tits hanging loose and free. I remembered that the nipples had seemed to be extremely large and I found myself wondering if it had just been my imagination or if they really were big and all of a sudden I had a hardon. 

Off and on for the rest of the day I would wonder about Marci's tits and get a woodie. Just before quitting time I called the number she had given me and when she answered I asked her if she could break free to drive me back to the shop if I brought the truck over to her. She told me that her office had been closed for half an hour and she had just been waiting for me to call or show up. I told her I would be right over and I locked up the shop, grabbed the work order and drove over to get her. When I got there she let me in and told me it would be a minute before she was ready to go; she was the last one out and she had to make sure everything was locked and the security system was set. I handed her the work order and she gave me a questioning glance: 

"What's this?" she asked. 

I told her it was the bill for the work I had done on her husband's truck.

"Didn't he pay for this already?" she asked. 

I told her no, that he had paid for the parts when he bought them, but that he owed me for the labor and miscellaneous shop supplies. 

"Shit!" He was supposed to have taken care of this." 

She grabbed her purse and dug around in it for a few moments before looking at me and saying:

"I don't have that much money on me and my husband has the check book." She turned to face me and gave me a little smile; "I don't suppose you would settle for a blow job?" 

I thought she was joking. Two can play this game I thought, and I said:

"That might cover half of it, but you would have to let me eat your pussy to cover the other half." 

That must have caught her off guard because she stared at me in silence for a few moments. Then her fingers moved to her blouse and she said, "Deal!"

And that's how I came to be on my back with a sweet tasting pussy pushing down at my mouth and a hungry mouth swallowing my cock. Marci had cum twice and her wet juices were flowing down onto my face and I kept working on her juicy box hoping that as long as I kept eating her she would keep sucking on me. I was getting the greatest blowjob I'd ever received and I never wanted it to end. Marci did things with her tongue and lips that made my cock feel like it was being caressed with feathers and I was concentrating all my will power on keeping my cock from exploding in her mouth. 

I am not kidding for one minute when I say I never wanted it to end. I would have been perfectly willing to lay there and let Marci work on me all night and into the next day. Marci, probably feeling that she had given me my moneys worth decided to end things and when se slipped a finger into my ass I lost it and erupted with the strongest ejaculation that I can ever remember having. Marci stayed with it and swallowed every drop that came out of the head of my cock and kept her mouth on me until I was totally limp. She rolled off me and we layed on the floor of her office not speaking, just breathing hard. After several minutes of silence her hand moved to my cock and she started to stroke it. It took another minute or so, but then my cock responded to her ministrations and began to rise. I rolled up onto an elbow and looked at her and she looked back at me and said in a little girl voice, a voice like a kid asking her parents for something and knowing they are going to refuse her:

"You can fuck me if you want to." 

I wasted no time in getting between her legs and for the next half-hour the two of us tried to fuck each other to death. When, totally spent, as I lay there on the floor with her fingers vainly trying to get me up again, she said:

"If I need more work done on my husband's truck or on my car, can I pay the bill the same way?" 

It was a silly question and could only be answered one way, "In a heartbeat honey, in a heartbeat."

Marci asked me if I would mind walking the three blocks back to my shop. She said she was exhausted and just wanted to lie there for a while. I said no problem, got up and got dressed and got ready to leave. As I reached for the doorknob she said,:

"It will happen again. I've never been eaten like that before and I loved it. I want it to happen again and I want it to happen soon." 

I turned and gave her my best smile, "Anytime baby, anytime at all." 

As I left the building and turned left to go up the street I noticed a car par next to the truck. The lot had been empty when I brought the truck over and the car looked a lot like the one Marci's husband had been driving the other day. On a hunch I walked around the building checking doors until I found one unlocked. Strange, I thought, since Marci had taken the time to lock up the place before we had our little session on the floor. I went inside quietly and moved to the front of the building. I heard voices and made my way toward them until I came to an open door and looked into the room where Marci and I had played. Marci was still on the floor, my cum still wet on her body. She was working her fingers in and out of her cum filled pussy and she was smiling up at her husband who was busily undressing. 

"Was it good for you? Did you get off seeing what a slut your wife can be? Did you like seeing another man's fat cock in my mouth? Were you playing with your cock while I let him slide his cock into my wet eager pussy? I'm going to fuck him again you know. Lots of times and maybe I'll tell you when so you can watch." 

Her husband never said a word to her as he advanced on her with his hard cock sticking out in front of him. I watched for about ten minutes as Marci worked on her husband and then I quietly slipped away. As I walked back to my shop I realized that they had never intended to pay the bill and that the whole thing had been a setup, but I didn't care. I found myself praying that Marci would need work done on her car or her husband's truck - soon! 



Payment Guaranteed



Like all women, I went through the stages of experimentation, in codes of conduct, morals, smoking, and drinking, when I was in high school, and as I entered the more formal grown up world of the single girl, on the make. It is no surprise to you, I’m sure, that sex and drinking was something that I liked, and wanted to do, a lot. Of course, I tried to appear to be the perfect lady to my family, business associates, and those upright ladies at church. Smoking, was a stinky habit, so I quit that.

Some said that I was aimless, and just a party girl, in my early twenties. Guess they saw through my good girl charade. Between you and I, on Saturday nights, if I did not have a hot date, Kim DeSota and I would drive to San Diego from El Cajon, where we lived. 

We always went to the same place, the “Rusty Tank,” a dance and drinking hole, which was crowded with Marines, and girls, like us, that knew you would get lots of attention there. The man to woman ratio was six to one. 

“Bomb, ba, da, da, --- Bomb, ba, da, da.” Music not just heard, but felt, as the strobes flashed, spinning globes ran light streaks along the walls, and deep tanned men, real men, riveted their eyes on us, like wolves. 

The first time we went there, it was because we had heard that it was, “A great place to dance, and flirt.” That evening, it was ninety degrees. After a few dances, both Kim’s and my dress showed sweat stains under the arms, and my panties and bra were damp. We were dancing every dance with one of the six Marines that had taken over our table with us. 

“Gunny,” as they called him, became possessive of me, and kept me on the dance floor, after a dance, on the far side of the floor. His bulging muscles, and tight buns were displayed under his form fitting satin shirt, and pants. 

In a deep voice, he asked; “How tall are you, girl? You can’t weight any more then my duffel bag?”

Raising my head, and trying to stand a little taller in my two and a half inch heels, I said, “I’m five foot, and a half inch tall, and one hundred, and nine pounds.” 

“That is enough woman for me,” he softly said as he took my hand and lead me out the side door. 

I was suddenly outside. He was leading me to a van parked in the dark rear area of the parking lot. 

Thinking that he wanted to go park, kissy face, and maybe feel my tits, I was not disturbed. He opened the side door. Had me climb into the rear, which had a mattress on the floor. 

Rolling me to the floor, from my bent over position, he said, “Not everybody wants to fuck, but somebody has to know how!” He was between my legs, and had my panties pushed to one side, in seconds. I felt his cock slide up my sweaty cunt lips, and then it slid , suddenly, deep into me.

That rock hard Marine begin to motor his big gun in and out of me in a way no high school boy had. I could not, “Stand firm, hold your ground,” to his assault. Each thrust into me propelled my little body forward, only to rebound back as his cock was withdrawn. Tits bounced and jiggled on each side of me.

My hands were on his back, then his shoulders, feeling the ripple of the man’s muscles, as his manhood cleaved my womanhood, time and time, again. He completely covered me with his body, so that I had to look out to one side. 

When his hand roughly pawed my breast, it triggered my orgasm to wander like a pin ball through my body, until it forced my cunt to clamp his cock, and I shuddered in a sweaty, “Tilt.” Gunny responded to that by firing off six shots of white hot cum, down range, right on target.

Not wanting to leave Kim by herself, not knowing where I was, I told “Gunny,” that was his allowed ammunition for the evening. 

Reluctantly, the guardian of our shores, let his target of opportunity, return to the jungle of the “Rusty Tank.”

Soon after, Kim and I went home. For the next six months we went to the “Rusty Tank,” at least once a month. In due course, every Marine in the place knew, when he saw us, that two guys would get lucky tonight, with some playtime at the Days Inn, down the street.

Then, I met Dan, a local guy from El Cajon. He was huge, standing six feet five and weighting two hundred and ten pounds. That cock of his fit me perfectly, and it seemed that he could go on all night. He had a steady job at Hanson & Brown Insurance agency. We were married two days after I turned twenty-four. 

It was four years later, when I was twenty-eight, that he got so busy working ten to twelve hour days, that he lost interest in sex. I would flirt with him, and rub him all over. Kiss me , sure, but no Peter.

At a local club, one night, Kim and I were fascinated by the performance of a guy whose act was first Magic, then stand up Comedy, and then Hypnotism.

He called several people out of the audience. I volunteered. Kim told me, as I returned to my seat, that he had me sing songs, and dance with a broom. I did not remember doing either.

After he finished his act, I saw him in the hall way talking to a well dressed man. When they finished, I approached him and offered my hand saying, “Hi, I am Denise Redmond, would you have time to spend with me alone so that we can discuss something.”

With a well trained eye, he looked me over. “Sure, I would like to shower first. Come to room 1024 in twenty minutes.” 

I took Kim home. Returning, a slight tap on his door was all it took for him to have it open, and let me in to his room. 

Dressed, in a red silk rope, he said, “Tommy Peterson, here, what do you have in mind?”

My tale of sexual woe told, I asked; “Is there any way that you can Hypnotize my husband so as to return the sex drive and lust he had when we first were married?”

“Well, yes and no. I can only Hypnotize him if he will let me. Then, he will only do something that is morally okay with him, unless I trick him.”

“Explain.”

“Say I wanted you to give sex to a ugly man. If I told you to do that, you probably would not. But if I told you that you could not feel anything from the waist down and was on a beach sunbathing, you would lie there happy as a clam, as the ugly guy had sex with you. In the case of your husband, we would have to use what is called, “A Post Hypnotic Suggestion.”

“What’s that?”

“Well, say that I Hypnotized you several times and told you to be in “Times Square” on New Years eve. You would go there, if you could find a way, and be standing there, not having the slightest idea why you had come, on New Years eve.”

“Are you kidding me? In my case, what do you suggest?”

“Is there any way that you can get your Dan to want to be Hypnotized?”

“Golly, Tommy, the only thing that I can think of is that he is a “Prima Donna,” about his appearance, mostly his weight. He has gained forty pounds that he would like to lose. I could let him know that you could help him loose weight, if you would agree to help me?”

“Usually I won’t get involved with this sort of thing for less then an up front fee of $2,000.00. But in your case, with you needing more sex, I think that You might have a suggestion about alternate payment plays, what say?”

I had wanted for him to fuck me anyway, so it was easy for me to say, “Anytime Baby, Anytime you want some, it’s there for you!”

Tommy went to his brief case. He removed some flyers which read, “Weight reduction Hypnotic secessions for an easy, painless, way to regain your figure. $2,000.00” With a pen, Tommy wrote below the print, “Special, ten secessions for $200,00.” “Try these to see if we can get him to my studio. Now, about your deposit of good faith?”

“Isn’t that going to be your deposit?” I said with a sexy grin.” Dropping his robe to the floor, Tommy stood naked before me. I dropped my dress. The bra, and panties were discarded as I slid onto his bed. Slowly, he took me through the sexual paces, of the breeding couple, with the final being fast hard fucking on and off for the next forty five minutes.”

“Aren’t I a good person to be doing this for my Hubby?”

“There should be more like you.”

As Dan read the flyers, he told me, with authority, that he had read recently just how effective a Hypnotic weight reduction plan was. He would contact this Tommy Peterson right away because he was now up to two hundred and fifty pounds, so his clothes did not fit well, at all.

After Dan had been in for seven secessions, I spent an afternoon with Tommy doing my “Family Duty;” being fucked, royally. Between the times that his cock was roaming my passages, he told me that there were two signals that would make Dan perform as I desired. If when Dan saw me naked, and I was to pull on both of my tit nipples, he would believe that his cock would explode if he did not extinguish its heat by enclosing it in my pussy for at least an hour, with it being showered by the wetness from my orgasm at least three times.

“All Right!”

“The other signal is he believes that I, Tommy, am an angel. If he sees me, and I say “Big Black Lemon” to him, he will believe that you must have me fuck you for at least an hour, or you will deflate, like a balloon.”

“Payment Guaranteed,” I said, laughing. “You are one clever Bastard.”

I’m Softly



Payment in Cum



When I got home, I could tell the baby was asleep. For once there was no crying. Julia cried all the time, no matter what I did. I had gotten used to the sound of her angry screams echoing off the walls of our house. Maybe the house was too big for a single dad and a young baby. And maybe I should move, I told myself often. But this was the house Julia's mother and I built together. We bought the land together, she planted all the gardens herself. And my brothers and I built the majority of the house itself, contracting out only when necessary. I didn't want to leave. I wanted Julia to find a way to be happy here. That's why I started getting a babysitter.

It didn't make sense for me to stay home all the time to take care of the baby my wife and I had planned for so long. Not alone. Julia's mother, she had died of a terrible wasting disease I couldn't even name, only a month after Julia had been born. I had rejected all of my family's offers to come and live with them or have them come live with me. I thought I could do it myself, be the man my wife had told me I was. But there I was, every day, with a crying baby. 

I started to work again and got a babysitter. I usually worked in the daytime and came home to a crying baby at night. Tonight had been the first time I had accepted my eldest brother's offer to buy drinks after work. I had to call the sitter first and check and make sure it was okay. The woman had said she would be fine with it, so long as if I was okay with her daughter helping her. She worked hard for me and we both knew it. She had a right to the break and the help. In the end I even told her that if I took too long, she could just have her daughter stay while she left. I was sure the younger girl would be trustworthy and maybe she would appreciate the money anyways. I wouldn't be there, so I wouldn't have to listen to the baby crying.

I didn't resent Julia for her feelings. She'd spent nine long months inside my wife's body and probably expected to spend at least a few decades with the two of us. Now suddenly she was without a mother, had just an incompetent father, and I just couldn't blame her for crying. Some nights I cried myself to sleep too, missing my wife. But there was nothing to be done for it and she had told me to keep going, to take care of our child. So that's what I was going to do.

The house was eerily quiet, but I was so relieved as I locked the door behind me. Even the click of the lock sliding into place wasn't enough to fill the foyer as I took off my shoes. Everything just seemed nice and peaceful for a change.

I walked around the corner into the front room we were going to use as a tea room, my wife's idea. Over the last few months I had changed the plans slightly and turned it into a mini daycare, all for Julia. There was a television set, a few sturdy pieces of furniture, a tonne of baby and toddler toys all waiting for her pleasure. And there was a couch. And on that couch right now was a very skimpy dressed young girl.

I felt my dick twitch in my pants though I was more surprised than anything. The girl was wearing a white and blue blouse that tied just under her small breasts. The matching blue bra beneath could easily be seen, its colour like a summer sky or a lake out in the wilds. She had platinum blonde hair and was wearing thick black eyeliner and wet red lipstick. Her hair was in ponytails that were high on her head, and in her current position draped over the arm of my couch on her back, that silky hair hung almost to the floor. Her arms were thrown wide, one along the back of the couch, the other almost hanging to the floor. Her skirt was short, plaid and thrown up slightly over her thighs. I could see the garters that held her half stockings in place, her feet bare where they were lightly planted on the cushions of the couch. 

I walked quietly into the make-shift living room, realizing this must be my babysitter's daughter. The house was quiet. The other woman must have gone home and left her daughter to watch the sleeping Julia so she could come back tomorrow. It was Friday. Didn't this hot little teen have something to do besides watch her mother's charge on a Friday night?

She moaned in her sleep but didn't stir, and my eyes wandered around the room. There was a collection of DVD boxes on the black coffee table and I felt a blush creep over my round cheeks when I realized what she had been watching. Turning to the television, I realized it was on and had been paused, right where the girl on the couch had fallen asleep I figured. It was one of my pornos, a really hot incest story. The girls in the videos never looked that young but the idea was always hot, father taking daughter. An idea I'd never fulfill of course but still, hot just the same.

None of the girls in the videos ever seemed as real and as vivid as the girl before me though. I moved to the side of the couch that her feet didn't take up and sat down, wondering what to do. Should I wake her and drive her home? I couldn't really do that, Julia was in bed and I was not about to wake her up. Should I wake the girl up and have her call her mother? Maybe someone at home would come get her. It was two o'clock and I was one of the last people to leave the nearby sports bar. I had walked home. I wondered if the girl could drive. Maybe I could wake her and she would just return my car tomorrow after driving herself home.

I reached out and put a hand on her knee, and the sheer white silk of her stockings made my senses jump slightly and my dick lurch in my pants again. Now I was the one groaning. I didn't know what to do here, but for some reason, my fingers did. Before I could stop myself, I was stroking my fingers down the top of the girl's leg and adjusting myself so I could slip closer. It was nothing to get her feet to rise up and over my lap. I pressed one sole against my crotch, grinding my hips up slightly.

I hadn't had sex in a long while. Not since we'd found out we were going to have a baby. Julia's mother had been very adamant that sex during pregnancy was a bad idea. I'd thought her body got more and more beautiful but she felt ugly and rotund and wouldn't let me touch her. She also worried about our child. Thinking I'd have the rest of my life with my wife, I thought nothing of it. But as I looked down at the prone body of this young sweet thing on my couch, blue panties exposed beneath that schoolgirl skirt, I realized how very horny I was.

My hand slid down her thigh, not waking her, skirting over that first garter strap towards those panties. There was a darkness there. Was she wet? I had to know. My fingers moved towards her crotch, and I brushed lightly over where her labia would be behind that material. Damn. She was wet. She must have been watching the same pornos I used to jerk off and gotten excited. Her panties were soaked.

In her sleep, the girl must have felt my touch but thought it was something else. She ground unconsciously downwards, pushing my fingers against that blue material, and as I watched, as I allowed her to do this, my fingers pressed harder on the underwear. And they began to become more see through. More transparent for all that sweet pussy juice.

I could have cried as she wiggled her hips hungrily side to side. I wanted nothing more than to satisfy this little harlot. I glanced at the television set and reached for the remote on the table, letting the movie play. The volume was down but I could hear the moaning, hear the wicked words the actors were saying to each other. I reached a hand into my pants but it wasn't enough, so I just unzipped myself and pulled my dick out.

Now one of my hands was stroking my cock while the other remained still, letting the sleeping girl rub against them as she wanted. I wanted to pull away, not even sure of her age. She looked old enough to be in college, and who but a college slut would dress like this, all skimpy alluring school girl clothing, meant to turn a man's mind to mush? I didn't pull away. I kept my fingers there, letting her rub occasionally against them.

My dick in my hand was so hard, full of veins, precum oozing from its tip. I used my thumb to rub that juice all over the head of my prick. Then I pulled my hand from the sleeping girl's pussy and smelled my fingers. Oh she smelled so good. I wanted to have more, to taste her. It would only take a little slip. And in her aroused and sleeping state, I doubted she would mind.

I carefully returned my hand to between her slow wiggling legs. The panties were so moist they stuck to her pussy slightly but I managed to pry them aside anyway. And there was her pussy, naked like the day she'd been born no doubt, hairless and perfect. It was soft against my fingers and my dick threatened to cum all over my hand if I tormented myself more. But more was what I wanted.

I pressed the long length of my middle finger against her cunny and felt her whole body shake and shiver. The panties were completely to the side now. I could see the entirety of her slit, see right where my dick would go. Should go. Had to go.

I'd never felt so aggressive before. It wasn't like me, this kind of horniness. But it had just been too long, and with Julia crying all the time, well, I was under a lot of stress. I can't explain and justify what I did next. But I did it.

I got up. I took my pants down to my ankles. And I went to my knees on the couch. As I felt my greater weight dent the couch cushions in a way the girl's slight body never could, I saw her eyes flutter.

"Shhh," I said, "Daddy's here..."

For a moment she looked up at me, her perfectly blue eyes going wide for a moment. Then as I watched, realization sunk in. She glanced at the television, saw what was going on there, and moaned. One of her hands reached up and cupped one of her breasts. I couldn't believe this. I was being all aggressive and practically a rapist, and the little slut was lost in her own horniness. She pulled her top apart, undoing the knot and revealing the full solid cups of her bra. Her tits were so small they barely fit in the thing, and I realized it was probably one of those false push-up bras girls wore to make themselves look bigger, to fool men into thinking they were getting something they weren't. I didn't care. I wasn't disappointed.

I put my hand on her bra and drew that stiff cup aside. My dick was in my hand, being jerked repeatedly by my fist. I could feel the girl's legs lift and spread around me, and I scooted forward slightly.

"Are you my daddy?" she whispered up to me, biting her bottom lip.

I worried for a moment if I had what it took to satisfy a little whore like this. She was obviously experienced and knew what she liked. She was a hottie, and a horny little slut, writhing on my couch and wanting cock so badly. But I wasn't that kind of guy, had never been that guy. My wife was my first love and my first time, and I had never had time after her death to think beyond that.

What's a guy to do with a girl like this looking up at him with lusty eyes and a perfect and sweet young body?

"That depends," I said boldly, rubbing my dick head against her pussy, feeling the rush of blood through my meat. "Have you been a bad girl?"

"Do you want me to be a bad girl?"

"Tell me what bad girls do..."

She moaned as my mouth descended to tear into that tiny breast, my teeth finding her nipple and tugging until she squealed. And then she confessed everything as I moved from one tit to the other, tormenting and torturing.

She was named Tessa, and she had vivid fantasies of her own father who had left her family. She was a college girl and he paid for her education, but he refused to see her. And it made her so horny, made her want cock all the time. She had never given in to her fantasies before, but finding my porn stash had pushed her over the edge.

She was a slut in some ways, never fucking the boys but always teasing, always tormenting them. None of them were like her father, who was a big strong construction worker. Like me, she said to me.

I felt her hands pushing my shirt free of my body and running through the hair all over my belly. Then she was grabbing my cock and guiding me to her tightness. I felt myself diving into her and it was like leaping off a tall high diving board and into silk jello. It was as tight as a glove and yet it yielded to me, if I pushed hard enough. And push I did.

It didn't take long before I began to slam in and out of her. She was moaning, crying out and clawing at my body. She was a virgin, I felt that in the first stroke but quickly forgot it when her body gave way to mine. If she stained the couch, I'd clean it later.

I fucked into the strange girl, my body over hers, almost losing control right away. But I wanted more, I didn't want to give in so easily. And she had given in to this fantasy of her own, and I felt such trust and privilege with that. The least I could do was fulfill it for her.

I pushed myself up off the couch so I could look down her body, her bra pulled beneath the slight curve of her tits, my dick disappearing in and out of her.

"You're such a bad girl," I said as I grunted and fucked into her. My dick was slick with wetness every time it appeared to almost draw out of her sex.

"Ohhh Daddy!" she whined to me. "Yes yes yes! Fuck me! I'm so bad!"

I forced myself to pull away and draw out of her pussy, though that was the worst feeling, leaving that tight teen pussy. I flipped my lover over onto her stomach and slapped a hand hard on her panty covered ass.

"Bad girl! Bad!"

I struck her bottom again and again, until when she turned her eyes to look at me over her shoulder, I could see tears. I loved it.

My fingers snatched her panties away from her sexy pussy and I fucked into her. I fucked into her hard, my hands grabbing those heated buttocks. I continued to slap her occasionally but I was losing it, I was losing my mind as I thrust into this strange girl on my couch.

Then I felt her cumming, heard her crying out in pleasure and desire. Her little pussy stroked my dick, pulled on my shaft and dragged me to the edge of orgasm.

"Oh gods!" I howled.

"Daddy! Don't cum inside me, please don't! Don't give me a baby!"

I knew she was saying it for my sake. The porno on the t.v. was saying the same thing, and the girl in that movie wanted nothing more than to take her would-be father's seed. I wanted the same with my little 'daughter' right now.

"Gods I'm gonna fuck you and fuck you and fuck you, you little whore!" I hissed as I released into her cunt.

She sucked up every drop, I swear not a drop left the tight seal where our bodies joined and not even a trickle escaped her little cunny. I pushed her flat onto her belly and held onto her tightly as my dick spasmed in her cunt. Every jolt of electricity through my prick released more cum, and I was sure her little sex could barely hold it. But I swear none came out. She took it all.

I fucked her until the morning, until Julia cried out for a bottle. Then, when she had gone in to give my daughter a bottle and tuck the girl back to sleep, I fucked this college girl in the hallway. I dragged her to the shower and fucked her there, grateful that it was Saturday and her mother wasn't expected to come until noon.

I rechristened my marriage bed with this tiny girl's body, twisting her in a thousand glorious ways. And when her mother called to see if she was needed, I told her no, that I'd be staying in bed. When she asked where her daughter was, I said somewhere in the house, probably watching Julia. She chastised me for keeping the girl but reminded me I would need to pay her. I had no problem doing that. This girl took payments in cum.



Payment in Full



"Claire, wake up Claire." Her dad shook Claire softly whispering into her ear as he did. She woke up blinking her eyes looking up at him. "Come on baby wake up please." Something in his voice caught her attention, it sounded like fear. She woke up and sat up.

"What's wrong?" She said. He put his hand to her mouth.

"Shhs! Don't wake your sister." Claire looked over at the other bed where her younger sister Amanda was still asleep. "Now get up and get dressed. Come down when you're ready. And be quick please." As he spoke her dad's voice trembled. He gestured to the end of the bed. Claire looked down to see that he'd put some clothes out for her. She grabbed them and headed into the bathroom.

After washing her face she looked at the clothes her dad had put out for her. The dress was an old one of hers. She had not worn it for about six months. It was a short black denim style dress with a large metal zip down the front. She put it on, just in the last six months she'd grown a bit. The dress clung to her tightly, showing off her figure. Not that it was a bad figure. Claire was pretty, with a round face and long blonde hair. She'd been told before that she looked a lot like the actress Drew Barrymore. Even down to the same figure.

Her dad had also put out some make up for her. Claire was surprised again by his choice. It was more colourful than her parents would normally allow her. In fact he'd grabbed her party pack. She quickly did some make up. Putting on some red lipstick and light blue eye shadow. Looking at herself in the mirror she'd have expected to look like this to go out on a night. Once she was ready she headed downstairs.

Her dad was not alone. Sat in the chair was a man she had never seen before. But one look and she knew he was trouble. His face was fat and round with greasy hair. He was overweight and was wearing an old looking suit. What made Claire shiver was the way he looked at her. The look in his eyes scared her, like he was about to jump her and take her.

"Claire, this is Jonathon." Her dad said to her. "He's a friend of mine," something about the way he said friend caught her attention. He dad hesitated looking over at Jonathon who simply smiled back at him. The look of fear that crossed her dad's face made Claire shiver even more, what was going on? "I want you to go with him and, " Her dad swallowed hard before continuing. "Do everything he asks of you."

"Dad, what's going on?" Claire asked, but Jonathon stood up and grabbed her hand.

"I'll bring her back by morning." He told her dad then walked out of the room pulling Claire behind him. She tried to pull away but he was stronger than her and dragged her out of the house. Outside he pushed her into the front of a fancy car climbed in the driver's side and sped off. Claire sat in the car terrified as they sped through the empty streets heading to god know where.

The journey was terrifying for Claire. Jonathon drove her through the quiet streets without saying a word. Claire had no idea what was going on, or what was going to happen to her. Why had her father sent her with this man? What was going on?

The car pulled into the drive of a large house on the edge of the countryside. Jonathon got out and told Claire to get out to. She did and followed him into the house. He led her through to a room at the back. It was luxuriously furnished with a thick carpet, a long wooden table very old looking chairs and a big desk. Jonathon sat down on one of the chairs and looked at Claire.

"Strip off." He ordered her. Claire gasped and shook her head.

"No way!" She snapped. Jonathon hissed at her.

"Listen girl, do you know why you're here?" Claire shook her head. "Well your daddy," the word was laced with sarcasm, "owes me money. A lot of money, and he can't pay. So we made this deal. I get you, for tonight, and the money your daddy owes me is forgotten." Claire gasped in shock.

"I won't do it, you can't make me." Jonathon laughed at that, the sound sent a shiver up Claire's spine.

"Can't I? " He said when he finished laughing. "Look girl I am going to have you if not tonight then later. Me and some of my guys will visit your house one night. And it won't be nice. Cos your daddy will end up needed a machine to breath and we'll take it in turn to have you and your little sis. What do you think of that?"

"Not Amanda!" Claire hissed. Her sister was younger than Claire by three years. The idea of this man and his cohorts getting their hands on her sister made Claire feel sick. Amanda was so innocent. "Oh god not that please." Claire begged.

"If you want to avoid it you know what to do. I will fuck you either now by your choice, or later when I rape you and your little sister." Claire hung her head, what could she do. With a soft sob she reached up to the large ring on the dress zip and slid it down slowly. "I knew you'd be a smart girl." Jonathon said to her as she pulled open the dress.

He sat in the chair looking at her. She could feel his eyes on her body as she began to undress. The heat of his gaze was almost real. From the look on his face he liked what he saw. She was eighteen, nearly nineteen. And her body was she had to admit quiet nice. She had large firm breasts, and legs that were very shapely. Jonathon stood up and walked around her now naked body.  When he was behind her he moved up to stand behind her and slide his hands up to her breasts. Feeling them softly his fingers kneading their flesh.

"Very nice," he whispered to he as he released them and moved round to stand in front of her. "On your knees," he ordered sharply and Claire sank slowly down. "Good now suck my cock. Let me see how good you are at that." Claire shuddered and nearly turned away, but thought of her sister and forced herself to stay calm.

She reached up, her hands trembling in horror at what she was doing, and undid his trousers. Quickly she pulled them down to his knees exposing his cock. It stood proud and erect waiting for her. In spite of herself Claire had to admit it was a nice size and at any other time she's have loved to feel it in her. Not that Claire was easy; she'd never had a one night stand in her life. But she was not innocent either she lost her virginity to a lad at school in the final year. Since then she'd had a few lovers. So she knew what to do.

Before she could change her mind she lent forwards and slid her lips over the head of his cock. She sucked softly on it drawing it into her mouth. Jonathon gave a soft hiss as she did so. Claire moved her mouth down him as far as she could sucking all the time. Then she slid back up till just the head was in her mouth. As she did she curled her tongue around the head licking it. That made Jonathon hiss even louder. Claire began to move her lips up and down him steadily increasing the speed and pressure. She sucked harder and kept licking his cock curling her tongue around it. Jonathon groaned loudly and she felt his hands wrap in her hair holding her to him. 

He began to move thrusting into her mouth, gently at first but with increasing power. He pushed to hard, forcing the cock deeper in her mouth than Claire wanted. She tried to pull away but he held her head still and kept thrusting.

"No girl," he hissed at her, "you keep sucking till I cum. I want to fuck your face." Claire gave a squeal of protest that was cut off as he thrust his cock right down her throat making her gag. Claire fought against the gagging; she did not dare throw up here and now. Forcing herself to stay calm Claire felt his cock thrusting into her mouth and began to suck on it as hard as she could. She ran her hands up to feel his balls. She used every trick she knew to make him cum. Tickling his balls, sucking hard on him, and licking the head. Finally after what seemed to Claire ages he gave a sharp grunt. She felt his cock jerk and a second later her mouth was full of his cum. Jonathon held her head still and Claire swallowed feeling his cum sliding down her throat.

He released her quickly and moved back to the chair. Sat down gasping for breath looking at her. Claire knelt feeling dirty and cheap. She was being his prostitute and knew that to save her father and sister she would do anything she was told to. She sniffed forcing back a tear. Jonathon saw it and laughed.

"Crying girl and we've only just started." He laughed again and gestured to the desk "In the top draw there are some toys. Pick one and come back here." Claire climbed to her feet and walked over to the desk feeling his eyes on her back all the way. She opened the draw and looked in. Sat in the draw were several vibrators. There were small ones, big ones, gold and silver ones, and ones made to resemble a man's cock. Claire stared at them for a minute. Then she reached down and picked one. A large rubber one shaped like a cock. She carried it back to stand in front of Jonathon. He smiled at her choice.

"That's quiet popular," he told her. "Now I want you to use that on yourself. Make yourself cum. I want to see what you look like when you orgasm."  Claire nodded and sank down till she was kneeling again. She switched the vibrator on feeling it's motion in her hand then began to run it over her body. The soft vibration made her skin tingle as it touched her. She moved it down to her pussy rubbing the head of the vibrator on the lips before pushing it deeper. The sensation of the vibrator inside her sent a shiver up her back. It was only then that she realised she was actually turned on by the situation. It was a shock to her. She should have been scared or horrified by this. She was being made to carry out sexual acts against her wishes. But instead it turned her on. As she pushed the vibrator into her body she knew it would not be long before she was cumming. 

She began to slide the vibrator in and out of her pussy at the same time her free hand slid over her body. Cupping her breasts gently rubbing her sensitive nipples. Then moving down to her clit rubbing it softly. Claire gasped as she fingered herself, rubbing her clit in the way she knew was good. She was pushing the vibrator deeper and harder into her now. Taking almost all of it in her pussy. She hung back onto her elbows gasping and moaning hard at the growing feelings inside her. She could feel Jonathon's eyes on her, burning into her with the intensity of his stare. The fact that she was turning him on added to her feelings. She hissed as her fingers rubbed over her clit making her shift and writhe in pleasure. Then when she could stand it no longer she pushed the vibrator as far in her as she could and focused both hands on her clit. Rubbing it hard. It took only a few seconds for her to cum. With a shuddering gasp she let the orgasm explode over her.

"Well," Jonathon said after she had cum, "that was quiet a display.  If you fuck in the same way then I am seriously gonna enjoy this. Come here girl I want you to sit on me and fuck me!" Claire pulled the vibrator out of her pussy as he spoke then clambered up to where he was sitting. Looking down she saw that his cock was hard waiting for her. Slowly she moved onto his lap straddling him. Then she reached down to his cock and guided it to her pussy. She felt the head resting against her lips, felt how hard and hot it was. With a soft hiss she sank down on him taking it into her. Pushing herself as far down as she could to feel his cock filling her totally.

He gripped her waist as she began to ride up and down on him. Slowly at first getting used to him being in her. Claire hissed softly he was so big and so hard. She began to speed up sliding up and down him faster. Feeling her pussy expanding each time she sank down on him. His head hitting the top of her pussy filling her fully. Jonathon's hands slid up to her breasts cupping them and squeezing them. His eyes glistened with lust as she rode his cock. Claire lent back forcing her breasts into his hands. He lent forward and sucked hard on the offered breasts making Claire gasp harder. Now she was moving faster up and down him. Riding him as much for her pleasure as for his. He was breathing hard and she knew how much he was enjoying the ride. So it was a shock when he suddenly pushed her off him.

"No I don't want to cum just yet." He hissed, "lay down let me lick you. I want to taste you girl." Claire was breathing heavily as she sank to the floor. He slid down to kneel between her legs. Slowly he ran his tongue down the inside of her one thigh then back up the other thigh. Claire hissed softly at the touch. Then gave a gasp as he sank down to push his tongue into her wet pussy. He licked in her hard pushing his tongue right inside her. Claire hissed and arched up at the sharp feelings. She was so turned on now that it was only going to take a little to make her cum again. Jonathon looked up at her, his face wet with her juices. "God you taste nice." He whispered then sank back down to lick more. Claire gasped hard feeling his tongue moved inside her pussy and all around her clit. She cupped her breasts rubbing them to add to her sensations. Then not able to hold on she grabbed his hair pulling him to her clit.

"Lick it god I'm gonna cum ohhh god." She gasped to him. He seemed happy to do what she said licking his tongue all over her clit. Claire moaned hard arching and jerking so hard she nearly sat up. The feelings in her were so intense now. She'd never been made to feel like this by any man before. "Yess oh yess god fuckkk. I'm cumminggggggg OHHHHH GODDDDDDDDDDDD!" She cried out and sat upright pushing her pussy into his face as the orgasm erupted in her. He willingly buried his face into her licking in her deep to taste her orgasm. Before she had even finished cumming he was up pulling her to her feet. He pushed her across the room to the desk and bending her over it.

"I'm gonna fuck you so hard girl you're gonna scream." He hissed to her his hand on the back of her neck holding her down. Claire felt his cock pushing at her lips then it rammed into her. She gasped at the force he used. He pulled out and rammed in again slamming her against the desk. "You've used me for your pleasure," Claire heard him gasp, "now I'm using you for mine." Again he rammed into her, again she gasped. Now she felt a little fear, suddenly she realised that she was at this man's mercy as he rammed in and out of her so hard. The desk dug into her with each thrust. Claire gasped at the feeling. Yet still she was aroused, her body on fire and she knew he'd make her cum again with his thrusts.

He pushed her down her face pressed against the desk so hard she could feel the wood digging into her cheek. Each thrust into her seemed to impale her against the desk. He reached up to her hair grabbing it and pulling back hard. Claire screamed at the pain. "Yes girl scream for me," he snarled ramming in to her hard. Now Claire was scared as his hand pulled her head back the other gripping her neck. What if he killed her, what could her father do? Fear added to her emotions but she realised it added to the feelings. 

"Ohh god fuck me." She gasped as he rammed in slamming her against the desk again. With each thrust him pulled back on her hair forcing her back into him. Not that she fought him. Claire let him use her fearful that if she didn't he would hurt her more, or even kill her. Each thrust sent a shiver through her body. She felt each impact right through ever part of her body. Now she wanted him to cum in her. It was the last act and she so wanted it. Again and again he rammed in her. Claire moaned, gasped, and cried out. He hissed and snarled at her. "More, god more harder yesss." She yelled urging him to use her more. Deep inside she knew it was wrong but her lust had taken over.

"Fuck bitch how much can you take?" He asked as he rammed in again and again.

"What you got?" She challenged him. He laughed hard and slammed in even harder. "FUCKKK!!" Claire hissed at that. Now he began to slam in with all his strength his thrust rocking the desk. Claire was beyond speech all she could say were squeals on animal passion. Both hands gripped her hair pulling her back to him as he rammed in harder and harder. He was going so fast Claire felt as if he never pulled out only pushed deeper and deeper into her. It was too much with a wild scream she came, an orgasm so strong she was out of control. And that sent him over the edge. She felt his whole body go ridged. He slammed further into her than she though possible. His head almost inside her womb. Then her pussy was filled with cum, hot pumping into her. Claire gasped at the feeling shuddering, as he seemed to pump more and more in her. Then finally he finished pulled out of her and released her. Claire slid to the floor totally out of breath and stunned at what she'd done and had done to her.

It took them both several minutes to recover. When they had Jonathon told her to get dressed then he led her back to the car and drove her home. As he pulled up to her house he lent over to her and whispered in her ears.

"You were the best fuck I've ever had. You probably never want to see me again but just in case here's my number. Call me if you want." He gave her a long box with a card on it. Claire took it carefully and went inside. Her father opened the door and could not even look at her as she went in. She heard Jonathon speaking to her father as she climbed the stairs to her room. "Well you're all paid of now. Guess I'll be seeing you again though."

"No you won't," her father said. "I'm never going to gamble again." Jonathon laughed.

"Yeah right see you around." And he left. Claire's dad was true to his word though he never gambled again. Claire never phoned the number but she did have something to remember the night beyond her memories. The box had contained the vibrator she'd used for him.