8 comments/ 48379 views/ 17 favorites Can Buy Me Love By: wabbit_season Last year, Dave was fairly unremarkable. He worked in a fairly unremarkable office in London, on a fairly good salary, hating his job half the time, but otherwise happy to let his pension accrue. He was fairly unremarkable in appearance: young-looking, some might even say quite handsome for a man approaching his forties, but hardly a physical specimen. Short, receding hair and a growing paunch. He had a fairly unremarkable marriage to a woman he married too young and had gradually drifted apart from, but who he would never dream of leaving or cheating on. Besides, who'd want him? The only thing that stood out about Dave was his social prowess: everybody liked Dave. He was a laugh, a flirt, an all-round good egg. He loved that he could hold an audience, tell a good yarn, crack a decent joke, flatter the girls in the office... Oh how he loved the girls in the office. Most of them a decade too young to fear he had serious designs on them, Dave could spend hours in the pub entertaining his "women's group" as the other lads in the office would tease, knowing full well they were secretly envious of his way with them. His secret was a carefully honed combination of non-threatening flirting, outrageous conversation starters, and a genuine sense of humour. And he relished being the centre of their attention. But no matter how he may have fantasised about some of his more attractive co-workers, nothing would ever come of it. He was old, married, and otherwise... Well. Unremarkable. But last year, something changed. He was still unremarkable in most respects, save for one significant alteration: unbeknownst to everyone, Dave was now a multi-millionaire. When he compared his lottery ticket to the winning numbers that fateful weekend, he remained motionless for almost half an hour. Most people would have whooped and hollered, but Dave sat as if in stasis as the enormity of the situation hit him. And then he began to plan. Because Dave had fantasised about what he would do should he ever win a fortune; he had sent himself into a happy slumber numerous times going over the details in his mind, and he wasn't going to alter his approach now that it had become a reality. Rather than run off and immediately buy a new car and a new house and a billion other rash things, he was going to put the majority of his winnings in a high interest account and carry on as normal for a while. Just enough time for his fortune to become self-sustaining. He wouldn't tell his wife, he wouldn't tell his family. For now, he'd just carry on. And it wouldn't be a hardship seeing this time out because Dave knew the fun he could have when that first bit of interest came in. And he had theorised - correctly as it turned out - that it's far more fun to be incomprehensively rich in real life surrounded by regular people, than in a millionaire's lifestyle surrounded by the equally loaded. And Tuesday evening proved it. As the working day drew to a close, Dave approached some of his colleagues with the offer of a few drinks down the local boozer. He was targeting a specific type of drinking buddy: flirty, attractive and prone to turn 'a quick drink' into a long evening of eventual drunkenness. Millie and Charlie fit the bill perfectly. Together they had always ended up as the last to leave the pub, and they had always ended up in rude conversations to pass the hours. They thought Dave was hilarious, and he couldn't deny the appeal of talking filth with two glamorous girls nearly half his age. They wouldn't need much persuasion. "On a Tuesday?" said Millie, with a raise of her eyebrow. "Just one or two," Dave's nonchalant reply. "I could do with a pint today." "Me too. I'm there in 5," Charlie piped from behind her monitor. "Anyone else coming?" asked Millie. "Think it's a bit early in the week for most of this lot, but I knew you two wouldn't let me down." "What are you suggesting, David? That we're a couple of lushes?" "I'm not suggesting it, Emily, I'm quite happily stating it as a matter of actual fact." "Fair enough," sighed Millie, dropping her papers onto her desk with a bang. She was an incredibly pretty girl - long dirty blonde hair flanking a pale delicate face with pouting red lips. Her eyes, sitting beneath thin dark eyebrows, were large, grey and innocent-looking. But her frank locker-room banter revealed her to be far removed from the naive flower many mistook her for. Her tight black sweater was typical of her modest dress-style, but did an appalling job of hiding her ample bust. Perhaps that was the point. "Annie, do you want to come?" said Charlie. "You could do with a drink after that client meeting couldn't you?" Dave was slightly perturbed. While Annabelle would be another attractive addition to this small drinking party, she was also more conservative. A hard-working career woman in her early 30s, Dave always felt a little awkward wheeling out his dirtier jokes in front of her. For what he had in mind for tonight, Annie's presence wasn't ideal. "Ooo, don't know. On a Tuesday?" she whispered, as if she might get into trouble even talking about it. "Come on, you need cheering up," said Charlie. "And we always have a laugh when we're out with Dave." "Oh I know you do!" Annabelle gave Dave a knowing look. Dave shrugged; it wasn't a secret that the loudest, most raucous corner of the pub would be the one these three were in. Annabelle considered it for a bit. "Oh what the hell," she said. "Yay!" said Millie, doing a little celebratory dance. "Dave and his bitches are hitting the bar." "Not in the office, Emily!" reprimanded Annie as she gathered her coat. A tall woman, Annabelle was the epitome of poise and grace. Mature beyond her tender years, she wore classy attire - today a simple yet stunning figure-hugging dress - expensive perfume, and her auburn curls were restrained perfectly in a tightly packed bun. A dusting of freckles on her cheeks and a cute button nose made it impossible to take her strict tone too seriously, though. "Come on then, before HR get involved," sighed Charlie, rising from her seat with an exaggerated stretch. The epitome of office chic, she wore thick rimmed glasses that she didn't really need, a cream blouse and a fitted knee-length pencil skirt. She kicked off the Nikes she liked to wear around the office and slipped into her killer heels, raising her nearly to Annabelle's height. Dave ushered the girls towards the exit before anyone else showed interest in joining them; he slung his rucksack over his shoulder and followed them out to the pub. - - - - - - - - - - - Two hours had passed and they were getting progressively more drunk. Dave had sought out and secured a booth upstairs in the local pub which was essentially cornered off from the rest of the room, giving them a huge degree of privacy. Just as well considering the subject matter they were covering. After having bitched about work for a while, Charlie and Millie needed little encouraging to start getting fruity with their chat. They were currently talking about the pros and cons of sucking their boss's cock for a pay-rise, eliciting guffaws from Millie and, surprisingly, Annabelle too. Charlie was miming the act with a look of disgust on her face. "No fucking way," she said. "Can you imagine it? Not for a 100 grand pay rise..." Perfect. This was the moment for Dave to make the evening a little interesting. "Really? Not for 100 grand?" "Uh uh," said Charlie with a shake of the head. "Fuck, I would," said Millie. "I'd suck anyone's cock for that much." "Anyone's but his," said Charlie, eliciting a ripple of laughter from everyone around the table. "So you'd happily suck a cock for 100 grand," said Dave. "What about 50?" Millie thought about it for a second before nodding resignedly. "Yeah, if I'm honest. As long as wasn't like a tramp or someone. You know, they'd have to be clean and stuff." "10?" "Basically, Millie, Dave wants to know how much it would cost to have you suck him off," said Charlie, without realising how accurate her deadpan quip was. "For you Dave, I'd do it for 7. Cash in hand," Millie said with a wink and a nudge. She was joking, of course. She had no idea Dave had that and change hidden in his rucksack. "How about you Charlie? How much to give a clean, recently showered stranger a blow-job?" Charlie gave Dave's query some serious thought. "Fifty grand," she finally stated confidently. "And you Annie?" "Nothing," she smugly replied. "Would never do anything like that for any amount of money." "Oh fuck, that's what I should've said, isn't it?" said Millie, faking concern. "I would like to retract my offer, Dave. My self-respect is worth more than ten grand." "Seven," Dave corrected. "Come on," challenged Charlie, in exactly the same way Dave was about to. "There's definitely a number. If it was £100 million you'd do it." "No I wouldn't!" said Annabelle defiantly. "I wouldn't prostitute myself like that ever. It's not worth it." "Alright, hang on," said Dave. "Let's say it's not a blow job. What about a peck on the cheek?" "Well that's slightly different..." "It is a bit different," deadpanned Millie. "No it's not," countered Dave. "It's still accepting money for allowing a man to do something to you." "But a kiss on the cheek is a little less..." "Whore-y," interrupted Charlie. Dave took some money from his wallet and slapped a ten pound note on the table. "OK, a tenner for a peck on the cheek. Who's up for it?" "Ah Dave, I'll give you a peck for free if you want one?" said Millie, putting an affectionate hand on Dave's shoulder. "Alright, bad example. How about on the lips? With tongues." "Dave!" squealed Millie incredulously, "You're a married man!" "OK, twenty then," said Dave, putting more money on the table. "Are you serious?" "Yup. Five seconds. Tongues. Twenty quid." There was an awkward silence as the girls around the table looked at each other, trying to get a bead on the situation. Was this a test? Was he joking? Should they be amused or irritated? "Thirty," Millie finally said with a hint of challenge. Dave smiled and nodded before counting out three notes and pressing them into her hand. "There you go. Five seconds with tongues." Millie froze as Dave leaned in towards her. He wore a genial smile on his lips as he paused in front of her, offering the option of following through or not. He could smell the fruity perfume she had recently sprayed in the bathroom, and the smell of red wine on her breath. Her eyes narrowed as a wide grin spread across her face. "Are you really being serious? I won't give this back." "I wouldn't expect you to. It's yours. If you kiss me." She thought a little longer before a derisory snort from Annabelle made up her mind. She leaned in and met Dave's lips, her subtly parted lips inviting his tongue. He slipped it inside her mouth for a brief exploration and was thrilled to feel her reciprocate. After a few brief seconds of mutual lingual massage, their oral tryst was ended, but not before Millie sucked his bottom lip as she pulled away. Dave felt a stirring in his loins, and his look of disappointment from such short sweetness must have been evident. "Five seconds," she whispered, almost as an apology. I. Cannot. Believe. You did that," said Charlie wearing a look of shock. "Thirty quid!" Millie stressed by way of explanation, waving the notes in front of her. "Have you got thirty quid for me, Dave?" said Charlie, ostensibly as a joke, but maybe more to test the waters. "Of course. If you want it." "He's a very good kisser," encouraged Millie. "Show me the money," said Charlie, moving around to Dave's side of the table and squashing him pleasantly between her and Millie. "Shoooow meeeee the moneeeey!" yelled Millie, doing her best Cuba Gooding Jr impression. Dave reached into his fat wallet and pulled out the required dough, sliding it over to his obviously tempted co-worker. "Fifty," she said, hitting him with a mischievous stare. Dave was unmoved. "Thirty. But don't worry, you don't have to." He moved to take the cash away, but Charlie used the lean-in to honour the sale after all, smothering his lips with hers and filling his mouth with the exaggerated movements of her tongue. She made a ridiculously overstated moan of pleasure, trying to make a joke out of the brief snog, but a flick if her tongue over Dave's when she really didn't have to suggested she was quite happy to make her side of the transaction as pleasurable for Dave as possible. "That's WAY more than 5 seconds," Millie shrilled. An accurate observation and one that caused Charlie to pull away with not a little embarrassment. Millie cackled as a flushed Charlie sighed and counted her money. Dave flashed a glance over to a distinctly non-plussed Annabelle. "Annie? he asked, with a cheeky enquiring look. "No, you're fine Dave. I'm getting a drink. Anyone want anything?" She took the tables orders and disappeared down the stairs to the bar. "I think it's the principle more than you, Dave," Millie said. "No," Dave countered. "I think it's me." "You realised you've just spent £60 on two very quick snogs," said Charlie. "Have you won on the horses or something." "I have come into a bit of money," Dave admitted. "Well not that I'm complaining, it went to a good cause and everything, but you could've got two dances in a strip club for that," said Millie. "Plastic tarts," Dave said dismissively. "A kiss from you two is much better value for money." "Aw, you are so sweet," cooed Charlie, putting a hand on Dave's thigh. Despite Annabelle's current absence, the girls were still happy to flank him in the compact space of the bench. "But out of interest," Dave continued. "How much to open your blouse for me?" Millie burst out laughing and Charlie faux slapped him in mock admonishment. "David, how dare you! Dirty old man!" The laughter died down but Dave was still looking at Charlie with an expectant look on his face. "Oh my God, he's serious," she deadpanned. "Just opening your top," Dave clarified. "You've got a bra on under there I assume?" Millie suppressed a guffaw or two as Charlie planned her response. "How much you got?" she purred. "Never you mind that, what's your price? Ten seconds; blouse open." "Hundred quid!" "Charlie, I am not paying £100 to see a girl in her bra for a few seconds." "To be fair," said Millie, lending Dave her support, "Showing your bra isn't actually as bad a snog. I'd do it for £20." Dave and Charlie both turned to her and almost simultaneously said: "Go on then!" "Money first please." Dave retrieved more money from his pocket and became aware that a bulge was quite evident at the crotch of his jeans. He used his wallet to hide it as he pulled out the requisite cash incentive. "Ten seconds Charlie," instructed Dave, and she duly checked her watch trying to control her giggles. "It's no big deal, it's just like him looking at a bikini," said Millie. "Well I hope for your sake its not a lacy slightly see-through bikini," teased Charlie. "Aaaaand go!" With a quick check of her surroundings to confirm there were no prying eyes, Millie hooked her thumbs underneath her tight black sweater and pulled it up sharply, the rolls of material gathering under her chin and exposing her majestic, bra-laden tits. Dave had, of course, eyed her from afar in the office, and caught fleeting glimpses down her top when she bent over, but here was an opportunity to ogle her close up and without restriction. Her t-shirt bra wasn't particularly well-fitted, and Dave was able to get a good sense of her boobs' not-inconsiderable heft as they sat loosely in their cups. Her young, slim torso gave her the look of a sexy cartoon character; her smooth stomach almost concave and waif like compared to how stacked she was on top. Time, thankfully, seemed to slow. Dave felt he had already got a generous eyeful when Charlie shouted out that only 5 seconds had passed. Millie laughed at the ludicrous situation and her tits wobbled with her giggles. The movement stimulated Dave's already engorged penis into a full erection, and he shifted in his seat to accommodate it in his jeans. Millie sighed. "I'm glad it's warm in here," she said nonchalantly. "Time up," said Charlie. Millie pulled down her jumper as quickly as she had lifted it, and casually reached for the remains of her drink. Charlie applauded. "Your turn," Millie said after downing the rest of her wine. Charlie shook her head. "Not for twenty," she said. "The rules are, if one of you agrees to a price, that's the price for the other one as well," said Dave. "Oh my God, there are rules now!" squealed Millie. "If you don't do it for £20, you don't do it at all," Dave continued. "Well the thing is," said Charlie, "That lacy, slightly see-through type of bra I was talking about? Well that's kind of what I've got on right now. So it isn't really the same thing as looking at a t-shirt bra. I think that should be worth forty." "Yes, but your tits are smaller than mine," Millie chipped in, much to Dave's joy and amusement. "So he got a lot of cleavage with me and he won't with you." "But your bra wasn't half sheer. And also can I point out I've got a boyfriend, which makes this far worse for me to be doing than you!" "Ok, boyfriend's irrelevant," interrupted Dave, "But due to a potentially more revealing bra, I'll give you a bonus. £30. Final offer." Charlie huffed, thought about it, then held her hand out. Dave deposited the money and then watched intently as she began unfastening the white buttons down her shiny cream blouse. "Are you timing?" she asked as she disengaged the second button. "Not until all the buttons are undone," said Dave, staring at the glimpses of white lace around her chest. Charlie huffed again and pulled the sides of her blouse together as she continued her unfastening, preventing Dave from seeing too much prematurely. When the final button was gone, Millie checked her watch. "Go!" Charlie pulled apart each side of her blouse like an eager flasher, and Dave took in the view. A similar body to Millie's in terms of youthful slimness, topped with a more modestly-sized bust. But what a bust! Perhaps aided by a very pretty and structurally sound bra, her tits looked amazingly pert and round. And, as she had suggested, the underwear's combination of white cotton leaves and a delicate see-through mesh was producing several barely-disguised places across her chest where the circular outline of her breasts could be seen. And, much to Dave's thrill, he could make out the definite shape of her nipples. Perhaps through wishful thinking more than anything, he could have sworn they were erect. They were so obvious, poking from underneath that sexy fabric! Charlie had elected to turn her head to the side to avoid watching Dave ogle her, but turned slightly to observe him from the corner of her eye. She allowed a smile of satisfaction to escape her lips as she spied his open-mouthed appreciation. "You've got to be kidding me!" The three turned to see Annabelle at the top of the stairs holding a tray of drinks. Millie burst into fits of hysterics as Charlie sheepishly started to do her buttons up. "Annie. There you are," said Dave cheerfully. "Come join us, the girls are showing their bras for money." Annabelle shook her head with resigned amusement as she approached and delivered the round of drinks. "I'm going home if the night carries on like this," she sighed. Charlie and Millie collapsed into laughter while gratefully receiving their drinks. They remained at Dave's side and as Annabelle took a seat opposite it was like a tipsy interview panel with an unimpressed Annabelle as their interviewee. Can Buy Me Love "I don't think Annie will show you her bra," ventured Millie. "You're bloody right I won't," Annabelle confirmed. Her presence, Dave feared, could seriously undermine his attempts to escalate his game, but perhaps through the effects of alcohol, she already seemed looser then earlier, and hadn't reacted to Charlie's paid exposure as prudishly as he would have expected. Maybe there was fun to be had with her after all? "Well that was quite liberating," said Charlie, trying to lighten the mood as she did up the final buttons on her blouse. "So Annie, is it because you find Dave repulsive that you're not joining in, or because you're too expensive?" said Millie. "How much did he give you for flashing your bra?" "£20," Millie said sheepishly. "£30," said Charlie, eager to point out that her treat was worth more. "Fine," said Annabelle. "I just don't need the money that badly." "She is probably on a lot more than you two," Dave confirmed. "But mainly she's a prude," said Millie with a wicked glance. That got Annabelle riled. "I'm not a prude!" "Oh come on Annie you'd never show your bra in a million years." "I would! There's nothing wrong with flashing your bra, but the fact Dave's paying you for it is just... Wrong!" "Does that mean I can see your bra for free?" Dave enquired. "No Dave it does not! I'm just saying I don't like the idea of being given money to titilate someone! That's not prudish, it's... it's..." "A principle?" Dave offered. "A principle, thank you Dave." "Basically," said Charlie, leaning past Dave and over to Millie, "She thinks we're sluts." "That's not true," said Annabelle, now laughing with embarrassment at how her comments would have been interpreted. "It's all harmless fun. I just... On principle, I'm not playing. OK? But I'm not a prude." Her obvious desire not to be seen as sexually restrained gave Dave renewed hope that she may not be the spoiler for tonights proceedings as he had feared. "OK," said Dave, "So you'd never partake in 'harmless fun' as you call it for financial remuneration." "Smaller words please," said Millie. "I'm a little drunk." "How about for charity?" Annabelle's eyes narrowed. "What do you mean?" "These girls are much more junior than you. They earn peanuts..." "Sad but true," Charlie concurred. "So what if I were to say that I would give both these girls £100 each if you were to let me squeeze your boobs." A beat of silence followed by a highly excitable squeal from Millie. "Jeez Dave, I'll let you squeeze MY tits for £100!" she said. "Nope, no deal. Has to be Annie's. if you let me squeeze them for 15 seconds, they'll both be a hundred quid better off." "Yes. Do it!" Millie begged, leaning over the table to plead with Annie. Annabelle looked at Dave cynically. "Millie said she'll do it. Pay her." "That's not the deal," said Dave. "I want to squeeze YOUR boobs - but they'll get rewarded for it. So it doesn't go against your principle because I'm not giving you anything. But those two will be much better off." "You're a perv, Dave." "I think I probably am." "Do you even have £200 on you?" "I do." "Come into some money, have we?" "I have." She thought about it long and hard. Looking over at her colleagues, Charlie was intrigued and Millie was positively bouncing in her seat, pleading with her expression. "Through the dress?" "Through the dress." "Pay them first." Millie gave her fist a victory pump as Dave pulled more notes out of his wallet and counted them out. "You two swap with Annie," he instructed, well aware that if he were to stand, the erection contained within his jeans would be all too noticeable. Annabelle stood, her clingy blue dress suddenly looking all the more alluring with the knowledge that Dave would be fondling the soft-looking mounds proudly protruding from underneath the fabric. The girls left his side and Annabelle slid in to the space vacated by Millie. She fixed Dave with a piercing stare and positioned her body to face him. "I hope you girls appreciate this," said Annie, holding Dave's gaze. If she was trying to assert confidence and authority, she was doing a good job. For the first time this evening, Dave didn't feel in charge. "OK," said Millie, looking at her watch. "15 seconds start... Now!" Dave broke the piercing stare of the flame haired beauty in front of him, and intently watched her chest instead as he reached forward and took her cloth-laden breasts in both hands. Firm yet warm, he tried to get a sense of their size and weight as he pushed them upwards and then tried to spread them to the sides. He could feel the textured pattern of her bra cups underneath her dress, and her tits struggled to yield to his manipulations through the various layers of material. Annabelle sighed, he didn't know with pleasure or pity, as he felt for the edges of the bra cups half way up her chest. Upon finding them, he pulled at them through the blue material of her dress, trying blindly to get them to disengage. To his joy, he felt her right tit pop out slightly. A circular exploration of his thumb through her dress even confirmed the exposure of a nipple. As he continued to thumb at the unmistakable protrusion through the blue material, it definitely began to harden. There was now no mistaking the part of her breast he was fondling. He looked up at Annie's dispassionate face. "Enjoying yourself?" Dave smiled, and keeping one thumb on her excavated nipple, turned his attention to her other breast, that was, as far as Dave could feel, still stubbornly sat snug within her bra. Taking a different approach, he felt for the underwire at the base of the cup with his fingers. Upon finding it, he tried to prise it away from her chest. The strap around her back couldn't have been very tight, because it pulled away with ease and even through her dress, Dave was able to tease her other breast out from underneath the cup. This elicited an incredulous laugh from Annie. "Oh Christ, he's basically dismantling my bra here! Isn't time up yet?" "Nearly," reassured Millie. Dave got his palm around the tit that was now hanging freely underneath her dress. He played with it gently, pushing it up and around as his other hand concentrated on getting her nipple as bullet hard as he could. "You're not bad at this, are you Dave?" she whispered, quiet enough so only he heard. "Times up!" called Millie. Dave reluctantly withdrew and Annie immediately readjusted herself. "That seemed a lot longer than 15 seconds," she said - not that she seemed that upset. "Yeah, it was more like 30," Millie admitted. "But Dave seemed to be enjoying it so much, seemed a shame to stop." Annie threw a beermat at her before reclaiming her old seat. Millie, laughing, slid back next to Dave. "So I guess you're out of dough now, eh Dave?" she said, slightly slurring her words. A look at her glass revealed she was already close to polishing off the wine Annie had bought. "I've got a bit left," he said coyly. Millie thrust her chest out at him. "You can squeeze my tits for another £100 if you like?" "Nah, I've just done something like that thanks." "Suck them?" Charlie guffawed and Annie simply put her head in her hands. "What was that?" Dave innocently asked. Millie was embarrassed by what she had just said, and buried her face in her arm as she tried to control her giggles. And yet she still repeated herself, albeit with a whisper and some palpable shame in her voice. "Wanna suck them?" "I think," interjected Annie, "That might be taking things a little too far. And we are in a public place." "There are disabled toilets in the corner," said Charlie. "You could take him in there." "No Millie," said Anne. "It's too much. Come on, you're tipsy." "How much?" asked Dave. Millie, still flushed with embarrassment, spat out an answer immediately. "You got £200?" Dave pretended to do calculations in his head. In reality he knew he had much much more than that. "I might have." Millie sat up straight again and put on her game face. "£200 then. One minute in the toilets. Mouth only." "That would be like bobbing for apples. I'll need to use my hands I think. And two minutes." "That's a minute to suck each tit," Charlie helpfully pointed out. "Millie, if you do this, I'm leaving," said Annabelle. "Oh God Annie, its not that big a deal. I've done worse in games of Truth or Dare. And? Two hundred quid!!" "Fine. Whatever. Dave, you should know better." "I'm just having a laugh with my mates," said Dave. "Exactly," said Millie. "Come on Dave." Dave could see Annabelle's protestations galvanise Millie before his very eyes, and he was glad for the tenacity with which she grabbed his hand and led him over to the toilet in question - his erection would have been plain to see had anyone the time to study him. He at least had the time to grab his backpack as he was hastily escorted away. Millie marched Dave across the room to whoops and hollers from Charlie. He didn't have time to look at Annabelle's no doubt perturbed face because he was shoved through the door to the toilets and then hustled into the disabled loo like Millie was a girl on a mission. She slammed the door behind her and locked it. "God I hate Annie sometimes. She's so condescending." "She might be right though," said Dave, boldly giving Millie a chance to reconsider her actions. "You are a bit drunk. And maybe me paying you to do this is a bit... creepy." "Oh Dave, you are 100% a creep. But you're the nicest creep I know, AND currently the richest. So if you still want to give me £200 I am more than happy to let you suck my tits." Dave's erection was crying out to be released from its containment hell, and Millie's saucy chat was doing little to abate the situation. She noticed him shift uncomfortably. "Do you need to rearrange yourself down there?" she giggled. "Go on, don't mind me." She snorted with amusement as he reached into his jeans and freed up his aching cock. The evening's events had resulted in him seeping precum throughout his underwear, and as he repositioned his hot erection and loosened up the matted pubic hair, another generous pump escaped the tip of his penis. "Disabled toilets are always so clean and nice smelling," said Millie as she peeled off her black sweater. She draped it over the plastic bar that a disabled patron would use to steady themselves. Dave gave her an appreciative ogle before responding. "That's cos no one ever uses them. I mean who's brilliant idea was it to put a disabled toilets in the upstairs of a pub?" Millie laughed in response and her chest jiggled adorably as she chuckled. Dave took a step closer so they were only a foot or so apart. Millie reached behind her and fiddled with her bra strap before suddenly stopping. "Oh shit, you'd better give me my money first." "Ah. Ever the business woman." "It's not that I don't trust you Dave, I just want to make sure you didn't spend all your money earlier." Dave fished out the last remaining notes from his wallet, and Millie gratefully stuffed them into her jeans. "Right, where was I?" She studied Dave's face as she grappled with her bra strap again. A smile developed as she saw the spell she had him under, each pull on her bra and each stress on her contained breasts catching his attention. Seemingly happy to let her semi-nudity fall outside the allotted 2 minutes, once the clasp behind her was unhooked, she fell out of her bra and left it laying over her jumper, proudly displaying her naked chest. Oh the physical joys of youth. So large and yet perfectly round, heavy-looking yet not in the slightest bit pendulous. The colour of cream with bullet nipples sitting in pretty pink button areolae. "Ta da," she sang. And it was a reveal worthy of fanfare. "So, are you going to time? I guess I should time. You're going to have your hands full. Literally." "I am. Millie, your tits are amazing." "Yeeeah, they're pretty cool. Ready to get acquainted?" Dave's eyes bulged to communicate the affirmative, and he jokingly raised his hands up in a 'ready' position, his palms just shy of her assets. Millie looked at her watch. "Off you go then." Dave left his shame outside and simply ravaged her tits. Two rough handfuls, her sexual flesh delightfully warm in his grasp, he put his hot sticky mouth over her left breast. "Easy cowboy..." she whispered. But it fell on deaf ears. For the first 30 seconds or so Dave molested those fun bags like he was a starved man feeding on a melon. Sucking and slurping and pulling on those pliant beauties; seeing how hard he could squeeze them, and seeing how engorged he could make those nipples of hers with his mouth. For her part, Millie didn't dissuade him too much, wincing occasionally, but mostly humming with pleasure. Eventually, after his initial fervour, he calmed down. He relaxed his grip on her titties and explored them more gently as he rolled them in the palms of his hands. And instead of sucking on them, he began to nuzzle and kiss them instead. "Mmmmm, that's better. That's really nice," she cooed. He flicked at her nipple with the tip of his tongue before running circles around it. Her flesh was so sweet; warm and scented and sticky with his saliva. The most desirable fleshy pillows he could imagine and he had his face buried in them! His back aching somewhat from stooping over, he straightened himself, his hands still supporting her tits, and looked at Millie's face. She still had a knowing smirk on her beautiful lips. Without thinking, Dave leaned in and kissed her, and for a few seconds she reciprocated, flicking her tongue inside his mouth. She then pulled away and looked at her watch. "You've had about a minute." Dave paused and raised his eyebrows at her nonchalance. He then surprised her by spinning her around 180 degrees and grabbing her tits from behind. She yelped with surprise but quickly composed herself when she realised what he was doing. He had positioned her in front of the mirror, and was now peering over her shoulder at their reflection, watching his manipulation of her breasts. Millie put on her best seductive look to heighten the fantasy, going so far as to run a finger down her belly and slide her hand past the top of her jeans. This display, combined with the hardened nipples he had between his fingers, caused Dave's erection to twitch. And since his crotch was pressed hard against Millie's ass, it wasn't a reaction that went unnoticed. She gasped. "I felt that, Dave. Naughty boy." The need for a release was killing him. He hadn't planned on escalating things so quickly, but he couldn't help himself. "I've got £500 in my bag. It's yours if you suck me off." Dave squeezed a nipple as he made his offer, hoping it wasn't just the money that might tempt her. As she answered, she pushed her ass back against his crotch and moved it up and down, stimulating him further. "I thought I said that was worth £7000?" "That's before you knew I actually had some money to spend," said Dave, trying to make a persuasive case while being stimulated from all angles through all senses. "I think that's a bit cheap for a blowjob," said Millie. She spun back around and pressed herself against him, her massive tits squashing up against his chest. She reached down and found his cock through his jeans, pushing the bulge with her fingers. "I think I'm worth a bit more than that." "I don't think I've got that much more," he lied. "£750?" Millie purred, now actively stroking his cock through the denim. "Have you got that?" Dave slowly nodded and Millie grinned her biggest grin of the night so far. She then gave him a brief but passionate kiss on the lips. "Stay here," she mouthed, as she disappeared down onto her knees. Dave steadied himself on the disability bar as he felt his belt being unbuckled and his fly unzipped. "Messy boy," said Millie as she examined the moist fabric of his briefs, stained with precum. She pulled his jeans down around his knees and then delicately peeled down his underwear. He cock sprang up, nearly hitting Millie on the underside of her chin. "Well hello 'little Dave'. Although..." She looked up seductively. "...he's really not that little, is he?" She wasn't just flattering him. His penis may have been only a little over average in length, but his girth was something to behold. He had a really thick shaft and a bulbous glans, but he was still overjoyed by Millie's assessment. It felt great having it out in the air, finally exposed and unrestricted, and Millie's cool hand around its base was heaven. She placed her other hand underneath, cradling his balls, before plunging his throbbing organ deep inside her gob. The sudden warmth of her mouth enveloping him was stunning enough, but the delicious massage from hand and tongue that followed was mind-blowing! Just a few seconds in and this was easily the best blow-job Dave had ever received. She pumped his shaft like a pro and was just the right side of vigorous with her mouth. She shifted from delicate flicks of her tongue over the tip to lingering slurps up the underside; all the while wanking him gently with her dainty fingers. Dave had been threatening to cum from almost her first suck, but just as he felt he was finding a way of delaying himself, Millie took her hands away from his cock and balls and reached around to squeeze his ass. She then pulled his crotch into her face and slowly took his dick full into her mouth. As he felt her tight lips edge further and further up his shaft, followed by the warm cushion of her tongue, he knew why Millie hadn't insisted on a time limit for this particular act. She knew how good she was, and she knew this wasn't going to last long. Her nose touched his pelvis, and he heard her control a gag or two as his dick hit the back of her throat. She then slowly slid her head back again. Dave looked down as Millie swept her hair back so he could see everything. As he observed his turgid erection slowly slide out of her mouth he felt a hand come away from one of his butt cheeks and watched as she cupped her breast and squeezed it between her fingers. Whether it was for her benefit, or his, it really didn't matter. It triggered his orgasm big time. Millie recognised the fast breathing and the anguished grunts. With her other hand she quickly found his shaft again and started pumping, keeping her lips as tight as possible around the end of his dick. His first release felt immense, and judging by the muffled yelp from Millie, had a payload to match. Another squirt and another muffled noise, this time a pleasurable moan. A third ejaculation arrived, this one forcing Millie to pull out, her mouth full to the brim with Dave's hot white mess. She fell backwards onto one hand as she received another blast of jism on her face. Letting go of his dick, she leaned back further, a weaker jet falling across one of her breasts. The rest of his seed dripped onto the cold tiles below. Breathing hard, Millie looked up at Dave with a dirty look on her face. She parted her lips ever so slightly, and a stream of cum escaped from each corner of her mouth, proving how full it was. She shut her mouth tight again, but not before those white sticky streams trickled down her chin, dripping ceremoniously onto her heaving bosoms. She gave an exaggerated swallow and then opened her mouth wide to prove she had drunk it all up. "Fuck me, that was amazing," said Dave. Millie smiled before snapping out of temptress mode and mopping up the rest of Dave's cum with some toilet paper. "I wouldn't tell Annie about this. She might go mental." Can Buy Me Love Dave waited until she had cleaned her breasts before offering a hand to help her up. She accepted, and as she was hoisted to her feet Dave took the opportunity to touch her tits one last time. "God Dave, doesn't your wife let you touch hers?" "Not very often. And they're nowhere near as nice as yours." - - - - - - - - Dave and Millie emerged fully clothed from the bathroom to be greeted by an intrigued-looking Charlie, and an uncomfortable-looking Annabelle. "That was a bit longer than 2 minutes," said Charlie, accusingly. "Well we had a bit if a chat first, didn't we Dave? said Millie. "Yes," Dave confirmed. "It wasn't all just tit sucking." "You guys are fucking unbelievable. Annie really doesn't approve." As they took their seats, Millie rubbed her fingers together: the internationally recognised gesture for cash. "Er, Dave? Ahem!" Dave sighed and unzipped his backpack. After accessing a hidden pocket inside, his hand emerged holding a thick stack of bound notes - the kind you see in movies. "Oh. My. God!" said Annabelle. "How much have you got?" "Quite a lot actually," muttered Dave as he separated out £750 for Millie. The fact so much remained in the wad left the girls in no doubt that Dave was seriously loaded. "I should've asked for more..." Millie muttered. "Dave, come with me to the bar?" Annabelle said. "It's more private in the toilet," Millie deadpanned. "More wine for me please," said Charlie. "Me too," said Millie raising a hand, still looking a bit annoyed that she sold her oral skills at too low a price. Dave grabbed his backpack and followed Annabelle down the stairs to the bustling ground floor of the pub. They found a gap at the bar, but Annie turned to address Dave instead of the barman. "Dave, stop doing this. They're drunk, they're easily led, and I think they're really going to regret things in the morning if this goes any further." She didn't know how far things had gone in the toilet. She'd probably have a fit if she found out. "Its just a bit of fun, Annie. They're grown women; they don't have to do any of it if they don't want to." "It's too much money for them to turn down! By the looks of it you've got thousands in there..." "Keep your voice down!" "...and it would be hard for most people to resist doing something they probably shouldn't for that kind of money!" "It's still their choice. Annie, not everyone thinks their bodies are as sacred as you seem to. That doesn't make you wrong. But it doesn't make them wrong either!" "Why not go out into Soho and find a gorgeous escort - you'll end up spending much less and probably get a lot more favours." "Because its not just the 'favours', or whatever you want to call them, it's the girls giving them! I've worked with you guys for years knowing I'd never stand a chance with any of you. But now..." Dave trailed off and shrugged. Annabelle looked at him, almost with pity. "When you say 'you guys'... Do you include me in that?" Dave turned on his sleazy charm. "Annie, my biggest regret tonight is that you appear to be completely incorruptible. But my biggest thrill of the night so far has been squeezing your boobs." "Oh really? Even after sucking Millie's tits?" "Even through your dress I can tell that yours are ten times better." He was being sleazy as hell, but his way with women was shockingly effective, and Annabelle did have a few drinks in her. She looked to the side with a faintly disguised smile, obviously flattered that Dave valued her assets over the younger, bustier Millie. "I'm not completely immune to the appeal of money," she said suggestively. "Oh?" She thought a while. And then, much to Dave's astonishment, made him an offer. "Have you got five grand? Because if you've got five grand we can go right now to the hotel opposite, and you and me can get better acquainted. The deal being we leave now. You leave those two in the lurch and let them sober up." "Define: get acquainted." Annie leaned in to whisper in his ear. "It will require the use of a condom. Have you got one?" "I've got three." Annabelle stood straight again and held out a hand to agree the deal. Dave weighed up the possibilities. She could be bluffing and just trying to get Dave away from the girls that she seemed so protective over. Or she might actually hold up her side of the bargain. But was that worth abandoning all the possibilities open to him with Millie and Charlie? "And I won't be in much of a hurry," Annie said. "My husband's away on business. We can do whatever you like. One price for everything." Dave eyed the stunning beauty in front of him. Having suddenly turned into full-on vamp mode, she was even more attractive. And Dave was only half exaggerating when he flattered her about her tits; they did feel amazing. He could imagine buying more favours from Charlie and Millie another time. This could be his only chance with Annie. "OK, let's go." Dave shook her hand and then led her away from the bar and towards the exit. - - - - - - - - - - The hotel opposite was modest but large, and was bound to have a room available. The receptionist was polite and natural, but without luggage and smelling of alcohol, it was obvious what this couple needed the room for. Dave asked for the best room and was duly given a suite. He paid in cash; the girl behind the counter tried to remain indifferent but couldn't quite hide her surprise at the fat stack of cash that he pulled from his rucksack. They were silent as they made their way towards to top floor. In the lift Annabelle took a deep breath as if calming herself. "We don't have to do this," Dave offered. "Five grand?" Annabelle said. "Five grand," confirmed Dave. Annie smiled. "I'm looking forward to it." At the door to their suite Dave slid the key card into the slot and opened the door for his companion. She stepped into a cavernous room that was barely illuminated by the night sky until Dave activated the lights. Annabelle gave the space a cursory glance, but didn't seem too keen on exploring. She removed her coat and draped it over the arm of an ornate-looking chair, and sauntered over to the foot of the massive king size bed. She unclipped her tightly packed hair and let her thick auburn curls fall about her shoulders. She looked stunning. "Can I see the money?" "Wow, what happened to those principles?" "Are you trying to make me change my mind?" she retorted, hands on hips. "No, no, no, no..." Dave stuttered as he delved into his backpack. "I'd never flash my bra for thirty quid," Annie explained. "But five grand's a bit different. I have got a house to renovate." "You said you'd never do anything like this for any amount of money," Dave said, counting her money out in a desk. "That was hypothetical money. That's real money." Suddenly an awful thought occurred to her. "Oh my God, that is real money, isn't it?" Dave laughed. "Yes it's real, don't worry. I'm not conning you." "Where's it all come from?" "Lottery win. Last year. This is just the interest. Don't tell anyone please." "Fine. As long as you don't tell anyone that I had sex with you for money." Her frank talk was not only stimulating in itself, but also contained her first specific confirmation that she intended to fuck him. He held the money up to her. "Want to count it?" She shook her head. "I trust you. Leave it there and come and help me out of this dress." Dave obeyed. Strolling over he became aware of the stiffness in his pants, his dick having recovered from its earlier encounter and fully rigid again. Annabelle turned around and lifted her hair up, exposing the small zip at the top of her dress. Dave slowly pulled it down. "You're married aren't you?" he asked. "Yes," she replied. "We haven't done anything like this together in a long while though." Travelling down her back the unfastening zip exposed the back strap of a pretty looking black bra. "I know the feeling," Dave lamented. The zip reached the end of its journey at the small of her back showing the top of her lacy black knickers. "But your husband..." he continued, prising the material of dress apart and sliding his hands down over her lace-clad buttocks, "is a fucking idiot." He squeezed her arse and elicited a pleasurable sigh. Annabelle reached up and pulled the dress off her shoulders. The skirt section still tight around her hips, the top of the dress fell and hung loose from her waist exposing her porcelain-white torso. Her pale skin contrasted beautifully with the delicate black lace supporting her breasts. Kissing her back, Dave hooked his thumbs over where her dress still clung to her and smoothed his fingers down the sides of her thighs pulling the dress off as he did so. She stepped out of the blue material puddled on the floor, still in her high heels, and turned around. Dave lapped up the display with his eyes as he hurriedly unbuckled his belt. Her boobs were barely contained by her black lace bra, and Dave understood why he had so easily pulled them out while groping through her dress earlier. They looked generous and pert and milky white. Her hips were sensually proportioned and she had a slight pot belly that sat above her flimsy black panties. Dave managed to unfasten his jeans; he retrieved a condom from his back pocket and threw it on the bed before yanking them and his briefs down together. His cock snapped into view and Annie gasped her approval. "Your wife is a fucking idiot as well." Dave stepped out of the pile of fabric and removed his socks. Because it demanded to be touched, he reached down and started stroking himself, the thrill of his exhibition combining delightfully with the physical stimulation. He added to the heady cocktail with a simple request. "Strip for me." Annabelle, seemingly hypnotised by an erection much larger than she was apparently used to seeing, started to sway to imaginary music. Without averting her eyes from Dave's sticky-sounding tugs, she slipped her bra straps off her shoulders. Her tits were as good as exposed, her rosy red nipples peeking out from beneath the loosened cups. She turned around and, still moving her hips from side to side, peeled off her knickers to reveal a small but plump ass. Her hands went up to behind her back and a quick unclasping caused her bra to fall onto the end of the bed in front of her. Still hiding their full glory from his gaze, she put her hands to her breasts before turning around again to face Dave. Her neatly trimmed ginger pubes created a tiny triangle pointing towards her swollen pussy and her long legs looked stunning still in her high heels. "Do you want to see my tits?" she said. Dave nodded, slowing his masturbatory strokes to avoid climaxing too early. Annie pulled at her breasts, squeezing them between her fingers as she teased them outwards. Their final full reveal came as her tweaked nipples were finally released from her fingertips, hard and crimson from the pinches. Far smaller than Millie's they were undeniably perter, and the nipples were stunning and large despite tiny areolae. Annie accentuated them with her arms, and shook them for Dave's pleasure before nodding towards his self-pleasuring activities. "Can I do that for a while?" Dave stopped handling himself and removed his shirt instead as Annie approached. She stepped out of her shoes to reduce her height making it easier for her to reach down and grasp his erection. It was wet and lubricated with precum, so she had no problem in giving him a pleasurable handjob despite the awkward angle. Dave took the opportunity to reach up and grope her tits. They were pliant and loose and moved around her chest freely as he squeezed and pushed them. "Touch my pussy," she whispered. Dave was reeling from the forthright nature of this encounter, but gratefully took a hand away from her tits to explore between her thighs. His finger slid effortlessly between her labia with a satisfying squelch, her warm cunt full of silky moisture. "You're soaking," he said with astonishment. Annie pulled away from their clinch and headed towards the bed, leaving Dave with a finger coated in her juices. He brought it up to his face, smelled its sweet musky scent, and sucked it clean. She returned with the condom out of its foil wrapper, holding it in her lips by the tip. She went down onto her knees and, grabbing his arse firmly, proceeded to roll the rubber over his rock hard penis using just her mouth. She was incredibly precise and adept at this technique. Her lips were clamped tight around his shaft, firmly rolling the latex around his shaft. Whenever her lips weren't enough to continue the unfurling, she lightly used the very tips of her teeth to get it rolling again. Like Millie she had little trouble taking his thick cock into her all the way up to the hilt. The saliva his organ was displacing was forced out of her mouth at the sides and dripped down, collecting around his balls. Annie slowly withdrew, creating the strongest vacuum she could muster as she smoothed the latex down over his cock. That the sensation was so powerful despite Dave's cock now being fully sheathed was testament to how hard she was sucking. She rose back to her feet keeping purposely close to his body so that she slid against him. Her lips caressed the hair on his stomach and then chest as her tits caught traction on the rubber around his erection, forcing it flat against his pelvis. She halted her ascent and pulled her tits apart slightly so that his cock, still pointing upwards, rested between them. She looked up to make sure he was watching and then let a big glob of saliva fall from her mouth and onto the sheathed dick sandwiched between her pert knockers. She then squashed them together and started bouncing on the balls of her feet, titty fucking him until her legs were tired. "Get on the bed," Dave gently commanded. She smiled and tentatively followed his orders, getting to her feet and slowly walking backwards towards the foot of the bed. When she felt it against the back of her legs she seductively sat down and spread her thighs as wide as she could. Her wetness was clear to see, but the delicious squelching noise that emanated when she plunged two fingers inside her left little doubt. She looked down as she started finger fucking herself to make sure she was offering the best view before looking up at Dave for his approval. "You shouldn't have put this on me if you were just going to tease me," he chided. "Well come over here and fuck me then." Dave approached, grabbing her firmly by the shoulders and pushing her further up the bed. Annie gasped with surprise but complied with the rough repositioning, leaving her legs wide apart to give Dave a clear target. He looked down at her as he mounted the bed: her skin was so pale it was almost camouflaged by the white sheets, making her flame coloured locks stand out all the more. She looked like a painting - the only brightness other than the curls cascading from her head being her red painted lips, her rosy nipples, and her pink swollen cunt. "Fuck me," she repeated. Dave again surprised her by grabbing her ankles and hoisting her feet over his shoulders, pulling her ass closer to him in one forceful move. The tip of his cock now perfectly lined up with her unctuous vagina, he did the thing his body had been screaming out to do since she stripped for him: he thrust into her hard. It had been along time since Dave had practiced safe sex, and he had worried the feeling would be underwhelming. He needn't have worried. Annie's cunt was so tight the sensation was almost indistinguishable from the real thing. Dave's thick cock and these modern condoms certainly seemed to help. Annabelle groaned as Dave filled her, displacing the accumulating secretions in her pussy with a satisfying squirt of vaginal juices down both their thighs. "Fuck you're big," moaned Annie, eyes shut tight, halfway between pain and pleasure. Dave didn't feel like being gentle; he wanted Annie to feel every inch of him, length and girth, inside her. He slammed his pelvis up against her ass cheeks, testing the limits of her ability to accommodate him. "Oh fuck that's good! Fucking fill me! Oh fucking fill me up you dirty fuck." Dave had probably heard her swear only once in the whole time he had known her, so Annabelle's expletive-laden sex talk was as shocking as it was stimulating. Dave did his best to fulfil her request, pumping deep and hard inside her. Her tits danced around on her chest in a frenzy with each thrust. Annie grabbed them, to steady them at first it appeared, but soon she was pinching and tweaking them to maximise her pleasure. She was pulling on them so hard that it looked like she was trying to tear them from her body. "Am I a dirty whore?! Am I a filthy slut?" she cried out. "You are a slut," Dave confirmed but with admiration rather than venom. "I'm paying to fuck you, and you love it, don't you? You love being my little whore..." Her orgasm swiftly followed. Arching her back and wailing, Dave could feel her clench inside, and went in and out of her as fast as he could while her body tensed. Dave's ejaculation followed just as she started relaxing. Powerful considering his earlier endeavours, he felt his own cum fill the tip of the condom, some of it forcing its way down the top and enveloping his glans. Annie fell back flat on the bed with exhaustion as Dave slid out of her, the thick remnants of her juices following his dick out of her sticky, violated hole. She groaned as he withdrew, his receding but still thick phallus rubbing the sensitive walls of her vagina as he pulled out. Dave looked down at the copious collection of cum squeezed into the bulbous tip of the condom that was stubbornly wrapped around his dick. He gently moved Annie's feet off his shoulders and placed them down on the bed so that her legs lay either side of his kneeling form. She looked up and smiled, still breathless from her performance. Dave pulled his rubber off with a snap and held it up, feeling the weight of its contents and letting it swing proudly over Annie's sweaty body. He then had a perverted but pleasing idea. "Drink it," he said, holding it above her like an offering. "That's foul," she replied, seemingly refusing his request. "I'll give you a £500 bonus if you pour it over your face and drink it." Annie glared at him and grinned in a predatory way before snatching the spent condom away from his fingers. Her head resting on the mattress, facing the ceiling, she held it from the tip and turned it out over her face, just a few inches above her mouth. She kept her lips sealed at first, so the first half of Dave's congealed semen simply oozed over the bottom half of her face, coating her lips, her chin, her cheeks and even her nostrils - she blew cum bubbles from them as his spunk spread across her. Then, as the final, thicker boluses tumbled out of the latex, she opened wide and licked her lips, letting the warm pearlescence fall straight into the back of her throat while she mopped up as much as she could using her tongue. Her face a sticky white mess, she flicked a naughty look towards Dave. "Something like that?" "I never would have thought..." marvelled Dave, unable to complete the sentiment. "Nor would I. Funny what money can do, isn't it? I'd better have a shower." And with that, she gave him a messy kiss on the forehead, and headed off into the bathroom. - - - - - - - - As Dave relaxed on the bed, listening to the sound of running water, he heard his phone vibrate in his coat pocket. Upon investigating he saw a series of missed calls and text messages from Millie that the silent mode of his mobile had made him overlook.