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The Debt

By: *Snatch



Gayle knew it was very important to borrow the money if she was to stay in business. Things were tight but expected to improve soon, meanwhile she just needed a thousand dollars to keep her head above water and Gayle was determined to get the money somehow. 

Gayle tried to think of her options for borrowing the money and all she could come up with was a friend that had the money and would be more then willing to loan it to her. But the catch was.. the way he would want it re-paid. He had the 'hots' for her and sex would be the issue. Gayle had no doubt about it but no one else she could think of to loan her money on such short notice. She decided to approach David about the loan and to deal with it as carefully as she possibly could.

Several nights a week, Gayle went to David's house to sit in his hot tub. He was a friend but wanted to be more. She did not want to be anything but friends... she didn't feel attracted to him other then as a friend or so she told herself often enough. They always enjoyed each others company and laughed a lot when they hung out. He was constantly trying to convince her it was a rule that you had to go naked in the hot tub, but she refused to take her suit off and laughed at him about it. He never gave up trying to get her naked and devised different ways to get her out of her clothing. It had become a game between the two of them, one she did not intent to lose.

Gayle figured she had to offer more then the normal 'payback' to get the loan, but she had to be very careful what was said. She went over to David's house, a new thong swimsuit in her bag, and her mind set. She'd at least show him her ass and hope he would be satisfied enough with that and would just loan her the money. She was sure she could get the money but it had to be repaid as quickly as possible or who knew what David would demand of her in lieu of payment or interest.

David greeted Gayle at the door, a more then happy expression on his face. He was crazy about this hard to get naked female and was always eager to see her. Now if he could just get her out of her clothing.... just once. They chatted for a few minutes before Gayle went to change into her suit. She heard the doorbell ring as she came out of the bathroom, then heard the voices of a couple of David's friends and figured he wouldn't come out to the hot tub for awhile. That was fine with her, she felt pretty close to naked, wearing the thong, and hurried to immerse herself in the tub's water.

Gayle sighed in pleasure as the water covered her up to her chin. The jets doing their job as they pushed water over and against Gayle's body. It felt heavenly to sit there in the hot water, her head tilted back, resting against a cushion. She let her mind drift, thinking of how to ask David for the loan and curious about what he might demand for it.

Gayle was a petite woman. The kind men thought of as a 'spinner.' She was sexy, bright and had a good sense of humor which men found attractive.

Her features were small, she was juat barely over five feet tall and weighted a whole 108 lbs. She wore her hair shoulder length and liked the light blonde color of it. She colored her natural hair, which was a mousey brown, and had for years.

She had lived alone for a number of years after having had a failed marriage and a broken relationship with a long time boyfriend. She didn't trust men much anymore, they had caused her too much pain. Of course she liked men, always had, always would, but as for falling in love again, she had her doubts. She loved sex and hated to think of not having it on a regular basis, but it was too risky to sleep with just anyone.

She sat, with her eyes closed, enjoying the hot tub's comfort and didn't notice that David had come outside. He stood a distance away from the tub, just looking at Gayle and thinking how much he wanted to fuck her. She was one special lady as far as he was concerned. Now if he could only convince her to sleep with him, the world would be a better place! Davod grinned to himself, thinking, 'It will happen, just got to be patient.'

Gayle snapped out of her daydreaming when David announced his arrival in the tub with a splash of the hot water washing over her face. "Damn it David! You shouldn't try to drown your guests with hot water!" she scolded. David just laughed as he got comfortable across from her. "Oh hush," he replied to the irritated woman he adored and lusted after. They spent a half hour teasing each other, joking about different things and laughing. 

"I'm turning into a prune," Gayle finally said as she reached for a towel and stepped out of the tub. "No way, maybe a little raisonette" David said, reaching to pinch Gayle's ass. She saw his movement and got out of his reach before his fingers made contact. "Your a snake!" she laughed, wrapping the towel around her waist. "Nice ass..I mean thong," David leered, watching her blush. "I can't understand why you need to wear anything in the tub, I'll go naked if you will." he added. "You wish." she answered with a tight little smile.

They dried off and went inside the house. David fixed drinks for both of them and they sat in front of the fireplace, talking. Gayle was trying to work up the nerve to ask about the loan.

She had a strong feeling he was going to finally make her bend to his will with the request of seeing her naked. 'What harm could there be in that?' she thought as she half listened to him. "Penny for your thoughts," David said, "I'm sorry, I was just thinking." Gayle said in apology for not really listening and getting caught at it.

"David, I need to ask a big favor of you.." she began.

David listened intently as Gayle told him her situation and asked for a loan of money. His heartbeat excelerated with excitement. A grin threatened to pull his mouth up at the corners. When Gayle had finished asking her question, he sat and looked into the fire for a few moments, letting her grow more nervous. "Well Gayle, it seems to me we can work something out here." he finally said as he turned his gaze on her once more. Gayle didn't miss seeing the twinkle in his brown eyes. She decided to ignore it.

"Oh David," she said in relief of having it overwith and said, "You don't know how much I appreciate you doing this for me! I'll have the money back to you in one week." she added. "One week huh? And if you don't have it then? Interest?" David ask slyly. "Oh I'll have it." Gayle said, caution bells sounding in her head. "But if you don't?" he said again, still staring directly into her eyes. "What do you want if I don't?" she responded a little annoyed by his question.

"If you don't repay me the money in exactly one week from the day I give you the cash, I want to eat your pussy for one half hour." David told her.

Gayle's mouth dropped open, then closed quickly. She stared into the fire, feeling her cheeks burn pink at his suggestion. She shouldn't have been surprised, he had made it clear often enough that he'd love to touch her. She sat there thinking over the deal he wanted her to agree to and decided, it wouldn't hurt to agree since she would have the money in plenty of time.

"Okay, it's a deal." she told him and frowned when he clapped his hands in his excitement. "Oh yeah! Baby...your gonna be one happy loser!" he told her with a big sloppy grin on his face. "Aww c'mon babe, don't look so 'down an out' it's just a half hour that you'll love!" he told her. "Shut-up you jackass!" she scolded. David laughed at her words and the tone in which she said them. He loved a woman with a temper! It just meant she was probably pretty hot in bed too. He hoped she couldn't come up with the money and had to 'pay up' on the interesting part of the deal. But he was also aware that she was pretty much capable of coming up with the money in a pinch, besides the fact she didn't want to let him have his way with her. He planned to keep his fingers, toes and anything else that would work, crossed, in hopes that she couldn't do it on time.

David thought of Gayle's tight little ass, which he had seen in the thong suit. Without a doubt the rest of her was just a yummy. Damn it was going to be one tense week of waiting and hoping she'd fail to have the cash back to him at the appointed time. 

The next afternoon, David gave Gayle ten hundred dollar bills. She thanked him and again promised to have it back to him at the end of the week. She had just made a buisness sale that would pay her a great deal of money, and it was supposed to be in her hands on Friday. She had to pay David by Monday or be forced to keep her word and let him have her. At least have her for a half hour.

It wasn't that David was unattractive, he wasn't. In fact he was quite good looking, but he was a womanizer, always chasing skirts and had a different woman weekly. Or so it seemed to Gayle. She didn't plan to be another notch on his belt or his bedpost. Not if she could help it from happening. 

The week seemed to drag for David, he was anxious for it to end so he could 'do as he wished' with pretty, little Gayle. He was more then a little fond of her, he sometimes thought he might even be in love. She was so different the the other women he knew and he respected her independance and spirit. But he wouldn't let her back down from their agreement, no way, no how.

Gayle felt the days slip past and it seemed to her they did so far too quickly. She kept busy with work and waited for Friday to arrive, bringing with it the money she was counting on. At least she did have until Monday in case, for some unknown reason, she didn't get it Friday. She could just imagine the smug smile on David's lips if she had to give it up to him.

Friday came, and Friday went... and the check was 'in the mail' or so her customer told her on the telephone that afternoon after the postman had been there. Gayle had hung up, sat at her desk for a moment, then gotten up and kicked her wastebasket across the room. Her fists were clenched and she felt like throwing a tantrum right then and there. Getting herself under control, she got through the rest of the day. When she got home she called David. "Hi David, there's been a problem with the mail. It's going to be Monday after all, when I can bring you your money." she said, trying to keep her voice light.

"No problem babe," he answered in her ear, then laughed. "I can wait for you." he added before hanging up.

Gayle hadn't gone over to David's house all week and missed using the hot tub as well as his company. She just didn't feel relaxed enough to put up with his teasing, so she'd stayed away. On Saturday, she made a trip to her office to check the mail but found no check waiting. She frowned as she locked the office and headed back home. The weekend finally ended and Monday arrived like it always did. Gayle tapped a pencil on her desktop while she waited impatiently for the mailman's arrival. He was late, of course, just to add to her annoyance. Then to make matters worse, he delivered no check.

Gayle couldn't believe it! She had been so certain it would be there. Now she had to face David with the news that she couldn't repay him as promised and she knew he would be thrilled...

Gayle decided she couldn't face David just yet, so she called him instead. "Hello David, I'm afraid it's going to be a bit longer before I have your money.." she said nervously. "No problem Gayle, I know your word is good and you'll give it to me as soon as you can." he answered in a calm voice. She couldn't see the hugh smile on his face. "Oh thank you David! I knew you would understand!" she breathed in relief. They spoke for a few more minutes, then hung up. He didn't mention the promise she had made about sex. Gayle was sure he wouldn't hold her to it anyway...of course he wouldn't.

Tuesday morning brought the check she was waiting for. Gayle hurried to the bank to deposit it and to withdraw the borrowed money to repay David with. The day went by smoothly and she was feeling much better about things.

Gayle drove to David's house and sighed with relief when he took the money and acted as usual. He said the hot tub was heated up and ready for use. He told Gayle to go on ahead that he had a couple of telephone calls to make first, then he would join her. She smiled at him and went to change into her suit. She'd forgotten it was the thong in her bag. She had no choice but to wear it now. Again she hurried to the tub so she could hide in the water the fact that she had it on.

David finally joined her, bringing drinks for both of them. He climbed into the hot water and sighed in pleasure of the hot water rushing around him. Gayle sipped her drink and thought how good it was. They chatted about each other's week and about mutual friends. A half hour later found them climbing out of the tub and toweling off. "Have you had dinner?" David asked. "Yes, I grabbed a bite to eat after work." Gayle answered. "Well so have I, but I'm definately ready for dessert!" David said with a leer. Gayle stood frozen in her tracks. "David?" she said, puzzled at his tone and the way he was looking at her. 

David laughed. "C'mon Gayle, you know the deal, and you are a day late with the money." he said.

Gayle frowned deeply at him then said, "Surely your not going to hold me to that are you?" "Hey, your the one that agreed to it AND said you would keep your promise." he told her. Gayle was astonished that he obviously meant to make her keep her word. She felt betrayed and angry at him for it. But damn it, he was right, she had given her word. "Okay, okay," he said, "It doesn't have to be this very minute." 

Gayle got dressed and told David she would honor her word but not right then. She needed a little time to get her head right concerning it. He told her to take all the time she needed, as long as it wasn't more then a day or two. With that, she left madder then hell.

David grinned to himself after Gayle had slammed the door and stormed off. He knew she'd get over it and might actually enjoy herself if she'd give him a chance to show her how much he felt for her. He had made a mistake with their relationship in the beginning by basing it totally on 'friendship.' That was what she had wanted and he'd gone along with it only to regret it later when he found he felt more for her then just being 'buddies.' He would wait until the right time to tell her how he felt. Meanwhile, if he could get a taste of her luscious pussy, all the better life would be! He hated to 'make' her give in to him, but if that's what it took, so be it.

Gayle sat on her bed trying to calm herself down. She was so mad at David and at herself for getting into this 'deal' of his. If she didn't follow through, it would make her look like a liar and a cheat, or that her word wasn't good. But considering all things, why should she honor her promise? She'd given him the money back. But no matter how she looked at the situation, she was still in the wrong by not repaying the debt as promised when she got him to loan her the money. "Dammit! Dammit to hell" she muttered. She was restless and angry at the whole thing having happened at all, and had no one to blame but herself for agreeing to it.

She jumped up off the bed and dressed again. "Might as well get it over with." she said to her reflection in the mirror. "And if I have to do it, I might as well make the best of it." she added, as she brushed her thick hair in quick strokes. She put on a short dress and back tights underneith. "Fuck the panties!" she snarled as she jerked her shoes out of the closet and roughly put them on. She was so mad she could barely stand it. She knew she was acting childish but wasn't about to stop herself, not right then. Her anger was the fuel to keep her moving right at the moment.

Driving back to David's house, she had time to collect herself and by the time she arrived at his front door, she appeared cool and calm on the outside. David opened the door and smiled when he saw Gayle standing there. She was so beautiful in his eyes, even angry. He hoped her anger made her aggressive in bed! He stepped aside as she entered and stalked into the livingroom. One light was lit and the fire was blazing. He'd been reading when she had knocked. A drink sat on the coffeetable and soft music was playing. "Can I get you something to drink?" he asked. "Yes, make it something strong." Gayle snapped at him, then took her coat off and flung it over the back of a chair.

"Okay Gayle, relax...I'm not going to kill you or anything." David told her when he returned with a whisky and seven-up in his hand. He handed her the drink and watched as she drank half of it down. Her eyes watered from the whisky, he'd made it strong as she had requested. She felt the liquid warm her inside as it went down. Gayle wasn't much of a drinker and started to feel the alcohol right away. She visuably relaxed after a few more sips of the drink. David grinned, thinking how beautiful she was. No way would he let her out of their agreement, it might be his only chance to have her and he wasn't going to miss his opportunity.

"Well David, let's fuck." she said suddenly, her voice slightly slurred. She started to unbutton her dress. "Whoa...wait just a minute hon.." he said "I'm in no hurry babe." he added, watching her dress slide down her petite frame to a puddle on the floor. She kicked it away and started to peel the tights off next. David watched her with amusment and lust. 'Damn' he thought, 'She is one beautiful woman.' Gayle stood staring into the fire, wearing only her bra now, her petite body took on a glow from the light of the flames. Her hair fell down her back in waves and curls, making her look like a wild fairy to David. She was so tiny and childlike, it made his heart ache to look at her.

"Well, c'mon..lets do it." she said as she turned on her heel and marched down the hallway towards his bedroom. "Gayle wait," he called after her. "Let's go sit in the hot tub for awhile." he told her when he caught up with her in the hall. "Why?" she asked him, she had made up her mind and wanted to be done with it. David frowned, this wasn't exactly the way it was supposed to go. He didn't want a 'grudge fuck' from her, he wanted her to enjoy it as much as he would. Taking her by the elbow, he guided her out the side door to the hot tub. She shrugged his hand off and reached behind her back to unhook her bra, then kicked her shoes off. David enjoyed looking at her naked body for a moment before she got into the water. He was delighted to see that she shaved her pussy. It was smooth and as lovely as he had figured it would be. His cock was also finding the sight most intriging. Not wanting the sight of his hardening cock to scare her off, he quickly got out of his pants and climbed into the tub and sat across from Gayle. 

To ease the tension, David made small talk about his job, then about people they both knew. At first Gayle was reluctant to talk much. She could be pretty stubborn when she wanted, but after awhile she started to relax. David made no moves towards her, just chatted. It didn't take long before Gayle forgot her anger and was laughing at one of David's silly stories. She noticed her nakedness and grew quiet again. She'd forgotten that she'd taken her clothing off! Now she saw that David was also in the buff and her cheeks turned pink. David saw her blush and knew what had caused it. He quickly decided to ignore it and kept talking like nothing had happened.

Reaching over the side of the tub, David opened a small refrigerator and got ice cubes out of it. He had brought the whiskey and 7-Up out with them, he poured Gayle a fresh drink and handed it to her. She took the drink and thanked him before taking a big gulp. The warmth flooded her body on the inside as the whiskey made it's way down. David sipped his drink and looked at Gayle, admiring her skin, her blue eyes with their dark lashes, even wet, her hair looked good to him. He watched a drop of water fall from the tip of her nose to her chest, then roll downwards. He wished he was that drop of water right at the moment. Better yet, he'd like to lick the dropplets of water off her body, one at a time. His cock twitched at these thoughts.


The Debt



We had been working on a 1999 Honda Civic for one of my customers for two weeks. It was a very radical custom paint job and custom bodywork. Tammy was the owner of the car and had come into the shop almost every day to check on the progress. I was always happy to see her. She was in her early twenties and would dress very sexy. Since the beach is very close to the shop, she would wear tight shorts with a tiny bikini top most of the time. Every time she would come in and add more custom repairs to the car. Finally I informed her that the repair bill was getting very high and would she have the money? She just laughed and said that her daddy would be paying the bill. Some of the younger guys in my shop told me that her family was very wealthy and money would not be a problem. As the car finished completion I called her father and told him the total amount that would be due when we finished the car the next afternoon. He totally freaked out, he informed me that he did not authorize any repairs to the car and would not be paying a dime. He told me that she would be responsible for the bill one way or another. 

The next day Tammy came into the shop in tears. “Sir, I don’t know what to do. My dad told me last night that he would not pay anything for the repairs.”

“Well ma’am you should have checked with him before you started. Then you wouldn’t be in this mess.”

“Could you let me make payments?”

“No, we do not finance any work done here, sorry. You owe me $4000.00 that is due today!”

“Ok, I understand. Let me go and see how much money I can get.”

I did feel very sorry for her as she left the shop but I also enjoyed the view of her thong bikini bottoms showing thru the tight white shorts she was wearing. Later that afternoon she called me and said she had raised $3800.00 and wanted to know if she could come and get the car and pay me the balance the following week. I told her that I would discuss the balance with her at 5:00 that afternoon. I really needed the $3800.00 to cover the payroll for that week so I was going to take whatever I could get. 

I watched her tanned cleavage as she counted $3800.00 on the front counter. Her bikini top seemed stretched to the limit as it held her firm tits.

“Sir this is all I could get today and there is a car show tomorrow that I really want to enter, so could I please take the car and pay you next week!” 

“Ma’am I really would like to help you but. If everyone would want to do this to me I would be out of business.”

“Oh, Oh please sir! I would do whatever or sign anything you wanted!”

My eyes had wandered back to her cleavage for a second as she talked.

“Would you like to see my tits? I have noticed you looking at them every time I come in.”

“Well that would be nice but I wouldn’t trade $200.00 to see them. I can go to a strip club and see them for free andI can get a lap dance for $20.00.”

“Ok, how about a lap dance or two?”

After I had locked up the shop, I escorted her into my back office. Her short skirt just covered that firm ass as she walked in front of me. I turned on some sexy slow music and sat down in my big black chair. I didn’t take long for the bulge in my pants to show approval. As she slid her skirt down to exposed that tight firm ass and removing her top to show her 36c’s. Those perky nipples pointed up toward the ceiling. Then she walked around the desk and sat on my lap with her back facing me. She was grinding her ass over the tops of my thighs and then slowly worked back until she came in contact with my bulge.

“Oh my god, that is one huge bulge, sir.”

My hands glided up her silky thighs and pulled he down onto the bulge. Then I leaned up to her ear.

“There is a way to wipe the $200.00 totally if you like the feel of my bulge.” I whispered.

I sucked her earlobe into my mouth as my big hands cupped and squeezed her tits. Gently squeezing her hard nipples in my fingers as I sucked her earlobe like a sweet clit. She spun around on my lap and straddled me. She pulled my shirt over my head. Now I wouldn’t call myself an Adonis but I have kept myself in good shape for forty years old. I sucked her nipple into my mouth as her hands ran over my hairy chest. Slowly her hands went down to my zipper. Her small hands pulled out my now very hard 9"cock. She slid down my lap until my hard cock came in contact with her flat stomach.

“ Oh shit look how far that would go into me!”

She stood up and pushed her soaking thong bikini to the side and eased down slowly. She slowly bounced up and down as my hands explored her tanned thighs and ass. When she had about 6" into her pussy, she gasped.

“Damn that is as far as any cock has been in me.”

I griped her ass cheeks harder as she relaxed and impaled herself on the full 9".

She screamed in pleasure as her tight pussy swallowed the shaft. Then she wildly started riding my cock for all It was worth. Her big tits slapping my face as she thrust her hips up and down harder and faster. I leaned back in my chair to get a better view of this luscious young babe pleasuring herself on my hard pole. I was very glad that my office was in the back of the shop as her screams of pleasure grew louder and louder.

“Oh, oh, oh I’m, I’m going to cum!” She screamed.

Her animal grunts echoed in the small office as she slammed up and down on my lap. Her small body began to quiver and her juices flooded over my balls.

“I’m cummingggggggg!” she screamed.

Before her orgasm ended, I cupped her ass and laid her back on the desk. Then proceeded to slam into her soaking pussy. I grabbed her ankles and started thrusting in and out of her faster. My big balls were slapping her ass with each hard thrust. I could feel the hot cum churning inside my balls. I pulled out and with a few quick strokes on the shaft I sprayed a huge load of cum all over her stomach and tits. After a few minutes she sat up on the desk and wrapped her thighs around my waist.

“I should have paid you, I have never had an orgasm like that in my life.”

The next morning I received a phone call from a lady with a very sexy voice.

“I wanted to call and let you know how much I appreciated you helping my daughter yesterday with her car. I was very nice of you to let her have it since she was $200.00 short. I would like to come down and pay you the difference and thank you personally.”

She did come down, but that is a different story . . . 



The Debt



A word of explanation: This story was written at the request of a Pakistani girl living in England who had fantasies of being taken against her will and sexually and ethnically insulted. I had never before and have never since heard of this particular taste for ethnic degradation, but I gave her what she wanted. 

I am not one for political correctness, but racial & ethic slurs seem to be a very taboo area these days. So let me go on record as saying these characterizations are for erotic effect only and in no way reflect the author's sentiments or sensibilities towards any group.

She liked the story very much.

---dr.M.

The Debt

She stood outside the door to the flat knowing she was being watched but reluctant to ring the bell. Her trench coat was belted tight, her head covered in a rain scarf against the thin drizzle that was falling, and she was cold. She had only to put down the valise that held her things and ring the bell, then she could go inside where it would be warm and dry. Warm and dry in another man's flat, and in another man's bed.

"Go on, Dhipa! Go on! What's wrong?" her brother Nazir yelled from the car behind her. Looking back, she could see Bhazir's fat face leering at her through a rain-spattered car window. He was the eldest. He should be the man of the family. He should have kept her from going. But as usual, he did nothing but stare at her with his flat, ;lecherous gaze, making her feel more ashamed than she already felt

But she couldn't back out now, could she? Not after she'd agreed. They were all counting on her now. If she did not ring the bell what would happen to them? They would all be maimed or dead. The Doctor did not fool around, Sheraz had told them. He would not hesitate to make examples of them all. How could she let that happen to them?

And her husband? What would happen to him when he got back? Would he find out what she'd done? She would hardly admit it to herself, but she had no regrets on leaving him. An arranged marriage, there was little affection between them, and even less love. He could find himself another wife.

Sheraz got out of the car impatiently and came over to her. Of the five men in the car, only he was not her brother. Rather he was a "friend" of the family. An advisor. "What is wrong, stupid woman? Ring the bell. Do you want to stand out here all night?"

She shook her head. "I cannot."

"You must." he said angrily.

It was Sheraz who had set this all up. But it was Sheraz who had gotten her into this trouble in the first place. Sheraz and his private bookmakers who had encouraged her reckless brothers in their stupid gambling. Bets on football matches and horse races insane wagers which they never seemed to win. And it was Sheraz who had arranged for the loans with which to keep them gambling and losing as they sank deeper and deeper into debt. And the more they lost, the more they borrowed, until one day the loans suddenly stopped.

The debts were called in, but of course her family could not pay. Large, evil looking men came by to collect, and to harass her brothers. The way these men looked at her made her skin crawl, but what they threatened to do to her brothers was far worse. 

Then one evening as she walked home, lost in worry about what to do, she became of a large black limousine creeping along the street beside her, the windows blacked out so she could not see inside. She quickened her pace, trying not to look at it because she was afraid of what she would see, but the limousine kept pace with her.

As she hurried across the street, the limousine suddenly shot in front of her, cutting her off and stopping right in her path. The door opened, and out came a man she recognized as one of the hoodlums harassing her family, the one who went by the name of Roddy. 

He smiled menacingly at her. "Hello, Dhipa. On the way home are you?"

She stopped cold. Roddy was big, with a prizefighter's nose, dressed in a gangster's suit, blue and slightly shiny and cheap. She thought for a moment that they were going to kidnap her then and there, but Roddy just gestured for her to come closer.

"C'mere, love. I won't hurt you. A gentleman here wants to meet you is all. Just have a look at you. No harm in that, is there? Pretty little girl like yourself must get looked at plenty, eh? He wants to help you. Help your brother, know what I mean?"

She shook her head. But she did know what he meant.

"Come on." Roddy said. "You don't want your brothers messed up, do you love? Well this is the Doctor. He can help. He won't bite."

Cautiously she approached the car. She could not see through the smoked glass windows, but through the open passenger door she could see a man in the back seat of the limo. He wore a dark suit, dark glasses, and had a neatly trimmed beard flecked with gray, as was the thick hair at his temples. The inside of the limo was dark and cool and looked very inviting. 

The bearded man took off his dark glasses and smiled at her. He seemed friendly. She liked the way his eyes crinkled at the corners when he smiled. He said, "How do you do, Dhipa. I hope we haven't upset you. My driver likes to play dramatic tricks like this. But allow me to introduce myself. I am Dr. Mabeuse. I am a friend of your family's. I'd like to be your friend as well."

She stared at him as if transfixed. He was obviously wealthy. Very wealthy. He was also involved with these men who had threatened to do serious harm to her brothers. He was evidently their boss. He was no friend of hers.

She suddenly turned and ran, full out, away from the limousine. 

She heard Roddy swear behind her "Fucking Paki cunt! C'mere bitch!"

The voice of the Doctor cut him off. "Let her go, Roddy! I've seen enough. She'll do. I'll arrange things."

It was only days later that she found out what the Doctor had meant. Again Sheraz brought the news. The Doctor wished them no harm, he only wanted them pay their debt. However, he was a reasonable man.

If they didn't have the money he was willing to take Dhipa instead.

He was losing money on the deal, Sheraz told them, but he had no desire to hurt them, only to collect what was his. 

On the other hand, if they did not accept his offer, very bad things would happen to them. The Doctor's men had told Sheraz this themselves, and the Doctor was a man of his word, Sheraz assured them. He would hurt them badly. Possibly kill them to set an example of what happened to debtors who refused to honor their loans. And he would get away with it. The Doctor had that kind of power and influence.

Sheraz, very much afraid himself that, as his clients, some of their guilt would rub off on him, urged them to make the deal.

What could she do. There was no choice.

She had sat silent in her own home while her brothers sat in the front room and made a big show of debating this offer. Even so, the debate didn't last long. All her life her brothers had treated her as their property, ordering her this way and that, choosing her friends, deciding what she could and couldn't do. Even now, with her life and her honor at stake, she had little doubt as to what her fate would be. The discussion was just to ease their consciences. They had decided long ago that she was their property and they would not hesitate now to sell her cheap to save their own miserable skins. Their concern, the arguments, were all for show.

Dhipa was not foolish. She was no longer a girl but a well developed woman with long black hair, dark eyes, and a body that caused men to stop and stare at her as she walked down the street, tall and proud despite the racial slurs and epithets she had hurled at her. She knew what would happen to her at the Doctor's, even if her brothers would not speak of it openly. But she supposed she had no choice. What was worth more: her self respect or her brothers lives?

There were some uncomfortable details, such as the fact that she had a husband, a very jealous husband who would not countenance the shame and disgrace this would bring to him. Luckily he was abroad right now, in Germany on business. It would not be difficult to convince him that Dhipa had been sent away after they had caught her with another man. They'd sent her back to Pakistan to be punished by her family and to avoid bringing any further shame on her husband. He would be shocked, angry, but he would accept it. Wives were often treated this way in their community, and brothers would naturally send an adulterous sister away to avoid a worse fate at her husband's hands.

In any case, it had to work. There was no other choice. If the husband protested too much, Sheraz assured them, the Doctor would shut his mouth.

So it was decided just like that. There was not much time, Sheraz told them. The Doctor was showing extraordinary mercy; they must take advantage of it immediately. Hasan, her youngest brother, wanted to take her over immediately. Kamil wanted to go to the police, but Nazir, the hot head, the second eldest called him a fool, and they began to shout. She hated these shouting matches. Bhazir sat by placidly, looking at her with his obscene eyes. There was no doubt in her mind what Bhazir would like to do with her if he ever got the chance.

Suddenly she was sick of the whole argument, sick of her brothers pretending to be concerned about her when all they had ever cared about was their own ass and their stupid family "honor". She was sick of this charade and of the grim prison that was her life. It was obvious to everyone that they had decided she was going. All her brothers were doing now was scrambling to make themselves look blameless in their own eyes.

She stood up, unnoticed in the quarrel, and went to her room. Her pride was up, and she decided that if she were going to be a whore, she would show the world what a whore she could be.

In her bedroom she gathered her things and showered, taking time to shave her entire body clean. She dried and powdered herself, and calmly arranged her hair atop her head to show off her graceful neck. She kept some special clothes hidden beneath her mattress, and she retrieved them now. She put on the expensive black silky knickers she had bought but never worn, and a black half-cup bra that left her nipples daringly exposed. She covered herself with her best blouse of a lovely lavender silk, and noticed with approval how her nipples were visible through the sheer fabric. She pulled on a pair of black stockings with elastic tops, and then a black miniskirt of kidskin leather, as soft as a baby's bottom. Then she sat down and did her face, wanting to look beautiful, but not cheap. 

She put on her rings, the one for luck, the one for happiness, and the one for love. This one she looked at ruefully for a moment before sliding it down her finger. It hadn't done her much good up to this point in her life. She selected her black Italian pumps, the ones her brothers never allowed her to wear because they said they made her look like a whore. Well they couldn't object now, could they?

She looked at herself in the mirror and felt a thrill in the pit of her stomach. The woman who looked back at her was beautiful, proud and very sexy. In the mini skirt and soft blouse she felt more naked than dressed. She had never appeared like this in front of any man's eyes, not even her husband's. He no doubt would have been outraged and beaten her then and there. Now the thought that she would soon be showing herself like this to a stranger's eyes made her nervous and strangely excited.

Taking a small suitcase, she threw in her jewelry and makeup and a few of her best things. She looked at the picture on her dressing table showing her and her brothers standing together outside the flat. She looked at the girl standing between them in the photograph, with no chest, no shape, her body and hair covered in a heavy robe despite the springtime blossoms in the picture. She was the only one smiling.

She turned the picture face down on the dresser and turned to the closet.

Wrapping herself in her long trench coat and covering her hair with a plastic scarf, she picked up the suitcase and strode into the front room where the men were still quarreling.

"Stop your arguing." she announced. "I'm ready. Let's go."

And now she stood in the mist while Sheraz harangued her. She noticed that he refused to ring the bell himself. Apparently he was afraid of the Doctor as well and didn't want to be responsible for disturbing him. 

"Bitch! Ring the bell! There is no going back now. I won't drive you home, you'll have to walk back like a slut in the rain. What's wrong with you? Do you want your brothers to be killed? Go in, go in! You should be honored to save your family like this."

But it was the look on Bhasir's face that did it, that stupid leer. All the way over here he had been finding excuses to touch her, rub up against her breast, brush his greasy fingers across her thighs. She simply couldn't stand to go back to that. What could possibly be worse?

She put down the valise and rang the bell.

As soon as she had pressed the bell, Sheraz's eyes widened as if he really hadn't believed she would actually do it. He quickly turned and fled, jumped into the car and sped away, taking her brothers with him, leaving her alone in the rain. No one looked back at her. The last thing she saw was the back of Bhasir's greasy head as the car turned a corner and vanished.

"Yes?" The voice on the intercom was tinny and remote, but she didn't think it was the Doctor's.

"Who is it?"

She pressed the button under the speaker grill. She noticed the name plate that said "Dr. C. Mabeuse"

"It's Dhipa Assad."

Silence from the intercom. Then, "What's your business, please?"

"The Doctor asked that I call. I think he's expecting me."

"Just a moment, please."

She waited. The flat loomed over her head, soft yellow light spilling from the windows into the mist. This was a very exclusive neighborhood, the buildings old and refurbished, surrounded by high iron fences, ivy clinging to the walls.

"I'll buzz you in, Miss Assad."

And the buzzer went off, opening the front door.

She stepped into a hallway and climbed richly carpeted stairs to the second floor, where the door was opened by a man with a shaved head, dressed all in white.

Dhipa's legs were trembling as she climbed the stairs, but she still was proud, and hid her nervousness as best she could.

She stepped into the foyer of a magnificent and sumptuous apartment, expensively yet tastefully done. It was a place of Persian carpets, crystal chandeliers and rich antiques, protected from the outside world by thick velvet curtains over the windows. The very light in the rooms seemed to speak of wealth.

The man took her coat, and she felt his eyes on her as she stepped out of it and revealed her cheap and revealing outfit. But he only said, "This way, Miss." and led her down a dark carpeted hallway, stopped outside a door.

"The Doctor is in. You may knock and enter, Miss" he said and left.

She didn't hesitate now. She rapped on the door.

"Come" said a voice within.

She opened the door to find herself in a large carpeted study. The Doctor sat at a massive oak desk, smoking a cigar working over figures in a ledger. He looked up at her as she entered and his look chilled her. Not even her brother Bhazir looked at her like that. It was the look of an appraiser of flesh, estimating the length of her legs, size of her breasts, the width of her mouth.

After he had looked her up and down he sat back in his chair. "You are Dhipa Assad?"

"Yes." she said.

"Do you know why you're here?"

She felt as if she'd been called before her head master at school. "Yes." she said. "To pay off my family's debt." 

He looked her in the eye and she looked back at him. She would not let him intimidate her. But she wished now she had worn more clothes. She felt naked and defenseless before him wearing such a provocative outfit.

He seemed to be enjoying this game, and why not? He sat in the comfort of his own flat, dressed in his shirt sleeves, while she stood nervously in front of him, his to command. The helplessness of her position seemed to trigger something inside of her and she felt herself blush slightly. When he looked her over she felt something stir in her.

"And do you know how you are going to pay off their debts, Ms. Assad?"

"I'm not a child." she said. "Do I look like one?"

He smiled again.

"I just want to make sure we both know what's involved here, and what's expected of you. I'm aware that in Pakistani families such things are not discussed with the female family members." He blew out a plume of cigar smoke. "I have several Pakistani and Indian women working for me, and most have come to me the same way you have. Because their families got into debt and couldn't pay me back.

"The trouble is, most of you wogs make lousy whores. You don't know how to fuck, and you've never had a cock in your mouth in your life, so they end up in the basement turning ten-dollar tricks. That's not how I get my money back. Pretty sad for a culture that gave us the Kama Sutra, wouldn't you say? Don't you people read it over there?"

At the sound of his obscene language Dhipa felt as if she'd been slapped and she fought to conceal her shock. But the meaning of his words was even more outrageous and chilling. He didn't intend to use her for his own pleasure, but was going to pimp her out as a common whore. It wasn't her he wanted, it was the money she could make for him. How could she have been so stupid not to realize this herself?

She had a sudden urge to turn and run. This was not the deal she had imagined. She had been prepared to debase herself for one man if it meant getting her family out of debt. Her self-respect was a fair enough price to pay. But to become a common whore, a streetwalker, letting men use her body in dirty hotel rooms and back alleys, she was not prepared for this. She was not prepared to give up her future, her entire life for her worthless brothers.

And had they known? Had her brothers known the fate in store for her? Of course they did. But they didn't care. What was she to them but just another asset, a property to be sold off when funds were needed.

"Miss Assad? Are you all right? You look pale." The Doctor came out from behind his desk and gently took her arm, led her to an arm chair and sat her down.

He went to the sideboard and poured a splash of brandy into a glass and brought it to her. 

"Do you drink alcohol?" he asked, suddenly solicitous.

Without answering she took the glass from him. She gulped down the brandy. It burned terribly and brought tears to her eyes but she drank it. She fumbled in her pocket for a handkerchief. Seeing this, the Doctor moved a box of tissues to the table by her chair. She took some and blotted the tears from her eyes.

The Doctor leaned on his desk and watched her critically.

"You're shocked." he said to her. "Outraged. You didn't expect such a thing, did you? You see, that is just what I mean. You people are like children when it comes to sex. You haven't a clue. How can I send someone like you to a client who's paid me a good sum of money to be entertained by a skilled woman, a woman who knows how to please a man?

"Or are you different, Dhipa?" he asked. "You're a very attractive woman. You have fine legs and nice breasts, the kind men like. Are you by any chance still a virgin?"

Although she knew why she was here, and she was dressed like a tart, the question still shocked her. "I'm a married woman."

"Oh yes, that's right. I'd forgotten. And your husband is out of the country on business, isn't he? Well, that's going to be interesting when he comes back and finds out his wife has disappeared. But this is common among you people. Wives are always disappearing. Your men don't seem to have any idea of how to treat a woman. He'll adjust to it I expect."




The Debt



"Now, as to you," he went back to his chair. "As I was saying, you're a very attractive woman. You could become a top notch girl if you're any good. Not all of my girls are common hookers. In fact, that type of business doesn't bring in much money. I'd much rather they worked the high end as escorts, that's where the money is. But to do that you have to be good. And by good I mean you have to be more than just beautiful. You can't just lie there when a client has paid a thousand dollars to fuck you. You have to give him some value for his money. You need some talent. Some desire and passion."

"That's the main problem with you Paki girls. You're good looking enough some of you, but you have no idea of what to do with a man. That's why you always end up on a mattress in a basement somewhere, because you have absolutely no love making skills."

Dhipa listened to him dully. The brandy was warming her body and numbing her. It was as if he were talking to someone else.

"Stand up, Dhipa. Let's have a look at you."

She stood up, fighting back tears. She would not be intimidated, she told herself. She would not become a street walker. She would run away. She would kill herself. The hell with her brothers. The hell with everyone.

"Turn around, dear."

She did as he said, not thinking anymore, fighting back her anguish and rage.

"Walk for me, Dear. Walk over to the bookcase."

Dhipa again complied. She walked proudly, holding her head high, She was aware of the soft rub of the miniskirt over her ass as her hips moved, and of the fabric of her blouse over her bare nipples.

"Very nice." the Doctor said. "By the way, you don't have to dress like that, Dhipa. You don't need it. You are a beautiful woman. You don't have to sell yourself cheap."

She sat back down in the chair and was surprised to feel herself blush.

He sighed with satisfaction looking at her. 

"Well, you certainly have all the tools." he said. "Now let's see if you know how to use them. 

"Get me hard."

It took her a moment to understand what he'd said. "I'm sorry?"

"I said 'Get me hard'. Give me an erection. I want to fuck you dear. I want to see how good you are. And I want you to get me ready."

She realized that she had no real idea of how to do this. Her husband had always come to her hard, she hadn't had to 'do' anything. They would kiss and he would fondle her a bit, and he would take her. 

But she wasn't a child. She'd heard stories of what men wanted and what they tried to get women to do. But she just couldn't so them to this man, this stranger.

The Doctor sighed. "You Paki bitches are all alike." he said, "You must have the most puritanical society in the world. You don't even know how to turn on a man. God knows how you manage to reproduce so well."

"Stand up, Dhipa." he said.

She stood up, and the Doctor did something below his desk that dimmed the lights in the room.

"Turn around. Let me see your ass."

Numbly, she turned around. Her legs felt weak.

"Take off your skirt" he said. His voice was soft and low in the dim light, his features deep in shadow.

She balked for only a moment, then unfastened the hook on the waist and slid her leather skirt down. She was wearing thong panties, and her buttocks were exposed now to the air, and the heat of a stranger's gaze.

"You have a beautiful ass, Dhipa. Just extraordinary. Step closer to me, Dear."

Again she did as he said. She was shocked to find that she was somehow becoming aroused. Perhaps it was the brandy; she was not accustomed to any alcohol at all. But also she knew that if she pleased this man, perhaps she wouldn't have to spend her life as a gutter slut, and she kept her attention focused on her body to avoid thinking about anything else.

She was half ashamed, half aroused to be posing partially naked before a stranger. She knew she had a nice body and it pleased her to be admired by such a powerful and appreciative man. As she stood with her back to him, legs spread slightly, she began to unconsciously sway her hips from side to side. showing off her ass. The slight silky friction of her panties in her crotch was also arousing. It felt good when she rocked like that.

"You're doing fine, Dhipa. Do you like undressing for me?"

"No." she lied.

She could almost feel him smile behind her.

"Turn around." he said. "Now the blouse"

Dhipa turned and faced the shadowy Doctor. She realized then that the room was lit so that one small flood light fell on her. The only other light was the dim glow from the Doctor's desk light. She could barely see him in the shadows. What a clever man to arrange his lighting like this. But in fact she did not mind the spotlight being on her.

All her life she'd been forced to hide her body, to be ashamed of it, and to never show it to other men. Not even her husband had ever really admired her or told her she was beautiful, although she suspected that she was. She'd seen enough western women in magazines and movies to know that she compared favorably to them, and she knew that western men appreciated her body and were not shy about telling her so. Now that she had no choice in the matter, she found revealing her secrets to this man to be extremely arousing. It felt good to show herself off and be appreciated.

She finished unbuttoning her blouse and slipped it from her shoulders, keeping her arms back so that he could admire the proud thrust of her breasts.

"Beautiful." he whispered. "Just beautiful. Your breasts, your hips… Dhipa, you've made me hard."

She dared to look at him and in the shadows could clearly see his cock standing up high and proud from his open pants. She refused to be shocked. although it was only the second real erect penis she had even seen in her life and it was huge, much bigger than her husband's. She felt a strange tightness in her throat as she stared at it. The thought that he had grown so huge just from looking at her filled her with hot pride.

"Now the bra." he whispered.

She reached behind her and unclasped her bra, letting it fall from her body. Her firm, globular breasts hardly sagged. Boldly she cupped them in her hands, daring him to do something, an imitation of a sexy pose she had seen in magazines. The feel of her own fingers on her flesh aroused her more, as did his low hum of appreciation. She suddenly found herself repressing a smile. Men were so easy to please. Sex was so simple for them. This rich and powerful gangster was no different from the boys in the schoolyard. Show them your breasts, show them your ass, and they're ready to shoot their semen all over themselves.

"Play with yourself, Dhipa." the Doctor said. "Make yourself wet."

At this she balked. Showing her body was one thing, but to touch yourself as he wanted was wrong and she simply couldn't do it. She would be admired, but she wouldn't be debased. She moved her hands reluctantly to her panties, but stopped there, unsure of what to do.

"Take them off and play with yourself." he repeated.

She looked at him from under her brows and saw that his hand was moving slowly up and down on his huge shaft as he watched her. She peeled her knickers down her smooth thighs, revealing her shaved and hairless mons to him. She hoped he wouldn't see the dark stain of moisture in the crotch of her panties, then realized that it hardly mattered since as the cool air hit the sensitive petals of her sex she felt how very wet she was, and knew she must be glistening with her arousal. Her face reddened with embarrassment 

"Don't tell me you've never masturbated." he said softly. "Everyone masturbates. Everyone knows how to give themselves pleasure."

In truth she had. Alone, in the bathroom, or in the shower, she had explored herself and discovered where pleasure lived in her body. She had even used the shower to bring herself to orgasm on occasion, directing the hard spray on her most secret spot, collapsing against the wall and biting her knuckles to keep from screaming as her release took her.

Perhaps she only had to imagine that she was alone in the shower, she thought as she slid a hand down to her sex. She closed her eyes and trailed her red nails along her slit, turning her face to the side so that he wouldn't see her embarrassment, nor the pleasure she felt.

"That's it, Dhipa. Make yourself hot. Get wet. Get nice and wet so when I fuck my cock into you it'll slide all the way in!"

She should have been horrified, she knew, but instead his cruel words only excited her more. Her hand began to rub hot circles on the top of her mound, vibrating her clit, and pleasure shot through her like a sword, making her nipples tingle and harden.

She heard him get up from the desk and walk around towards her, but she didn't stop rubbing herself. Her other hand reached up and massaged her breast, and she ran a finger in rapid circles around her nipple to make it even harder.

She could scarce believe how quickly she'd become aroused masturbating in front of this man. She was hotter than she'd ever been at home, hotter than she'd ever been in her life. Maybe she was a whore, just as her brothers had said. Maybe it was true that all women were whores, and that they needed men to control them to prevent them from fucking every cock that came by.

The thought inflamed her. 

Yes she was a whore, a slut. It felt so good to masturbate like this, she didn't even care. She spread her legs and worked her fingers into her greasy slit, vibrating them faster, pinching her nipple. "Yesss!" she moaned, "yesss, it feels sooo good!"

"Don't stop, Dhipa. Don't stop you Paki whore. Look at that juice pour out of you! You're soaking wet, aren't you."

Looking down, Dhipa saw that the Doctor was kneeling at her feet, his face just inches from her vibrating fingers. She would have stopped if she could, but she couldn't now.

Suddenly he grabbed her hand, pushed it away. He buried his face in her mound and she screamed in shock and protest. He grabbed her ass and pulled her crotch against his face. His tongue came out and she felt herself being licked down there. It was filthy, disgusting, and it felt so good she almost swooned.

"Stop! No! What are you doing!" she shouted, but he paid her no mind.

Instead the Doctor maneuvered her around and pushed her back so that she fell in an arm chair, her hands still at her own breasts. He buried his face between her thighs and licked and sucked at her sex in a way she had never imagined. She felt his tongue dip into her opening again and again as he sucked the very juices from her vagina and swallowed them down, his mouth making lewd slurping sounds as he ate her flesh.

"No! My God! Don't!" She cried out, trying to push him away. She was horrified at what he was doing to her and deeply ashamed. She'd heard of men doing this too to women, but hadn't imagined they did it with such wild passion and pleasure. He was like a man suddenly possessed and she was frightened.

"Ohhhh!" her fear turned rapidly into desire as he continued to lick her with salacious abandon. Whatever she thought of this perverse and obscene act, he was obviously enjoying it tremendously, as he feasted at her like a starving man. She found it impossible to resist the thrills caused by his hungry mouth and tongue and quickly gave up trying, giving herself over to this forbidden pleasure of a man's mouth at her woman's sex.

With both hands she squeezed tentatively at her tits, seeking to increase her sensual pleasure, catching the nipples between her long, manicured nails and pinching them so that sweet spears of pain shot through her body as the Doctor's tongue worked feverishly at her soft cunt.

She recognized the feeling of impending orgasm, and she cried out, trying to stop it, trying to stave it off. That would be too much, to surrender entirely to this whoremaster's mouth. He held her ankles apart with hands like steel as his soft tongue slurped at her pussy and wiggled inside of her, driving her wild with his perverse attention. Nor could she believe the pleasure he seemed to derive from it, sucking and kissing at her sex with desperate passion, as if he wanted to swallow her whole.

Suddenly she felt him at her anus and she twisted in shame and humiliation. Not that! That was too filthy, too perverse for her, for any Muslim girl to endure. "No! Please! Don't" she cried as she ground her hips into chair trying to escape. But he would not be denied. He easily lifted her ankles high and pushed them over her head, and spread her legs apart exposing all of her naked crotch to the attack from his tongue. 

"Oh Goddd!" she moaned. Her breasts were crushed beneath her knees but still she fought him, eyes clenched in shame, trying to push his face away from her most secret spot, but he was too strong. She felt his tongue push against this hidden door to her body and she squealed and clenched her ass tightly, but still his tongue wormed between her cheeks and pressed insistently at her hole. He let go of her ankles and used his hands to part her fleshy ass cheeks, then plunged his tongue into her ass.

"Aggghhhh!" she screamed, arching her body as he rooted and sucked at her like a pig at a trough, making pig-like sounds of satisfaction. He seemed out of his mind with lust for her, and Dhipa grew frightened. What kind of man would put his tongue into a woman's ass and savor the taste of her insides? He felt like a worm in her ass, working his way inside her, and the weird sensations took her breath away and sent thrills racing through her. She felt her nipples tingle and harden into stiff peaks. So lewd, so depraved, so filthy. Why in God's name did it excite her so? Her arms and breasts were covered with goose bumps, her nipples were as hard as diamonds.

At last he stopped. He raised his wet and gleaming face from her and with the look of a satyr on his face he let go of her ass. He stood up as she looked warily up at him over the heaving mounds of her breasts and through her obscenely splayed legs, waiting anxiously to see what he would do to her next.

She watched as he undid his trousers and let them fall, kicked off his shoes and stockings and pulled his shirt up to reveal his massive tool, hard and gleaming and dripping, engorged with blood and angry red.

"Now you little Paki slut… Now you're going to get fucked by a man who knows how to fuck! And let's see how you take it!"

He bent over her and she made no move to avoid him. She wanted his cock. She wanted to get this over but also she needed his cock desperately. She felt all soft and liquid down there, and she needed his hardness to make her whole, to quench her ache.

He three her legs back do that her calves or her stockinged legs were over his forearms as he braced himself against the seat of the chair and aimed his cock at her. She thrilled when she felt his velvety head part the excited lips of her sex and rest against the portal to her vagina. She felt, ripe, oozing with juice, ready to be taken. Soon! Soon! she thought, and braced herself for his entry into her body, the first man besides her husband to taste her pleasures. She waited for him to plunge into her. But he didn't.

With his cock poised against her trembling vaginal lips he stopped. "Beg me for it, bitch" He said. "I want to hear you beg me for my cock."

She couldn't believe what he was saying. He must be mad to think she would debase herself like this. She couldn't keep him from raping her, but she was damned if she would beg him.

"Come on, you cheap whore!" he hissed at her. "Tell me how much you want it! Tell me!"

He leaned forward into her, pushing her lips inward and making her gasp. She needed it. She did. Her body instinctively pushed her hips up, trying to force him inside her, but he wouldn't let her.

"Tell me. Tell me!"

"No…I…." Her eyes were closed tight. All her attention was on the need between her legs. Her thighs trembled on either side of him. 

"Oh Goddd!" she moaned. "Do it to me! Please! Do it to me now!"

"Say it! Damn your Paki ass, say it! I want to hear you say it!"

She squealed with frustration and rage. "Fuck me, damn you! Fuck me! Please! I need your filthy cock inside me! Please. Fuck me!"

At her words he thrust his hips cruelly forward, burying his huge meat into her trembling flesh, filled her completely, deeper than her husband, deeper than she thought possible. As she drew breath to scream his mouth came down on hers, and his tongue plunged into her, startling her. The intense and unexpected pleasure between her legs was almost more than she could bear. Her eyes rolled back in her head and she gave her body and her mouth to him to do what he would.

He grabbed the cheeks of her ass in his hands and lifted her up from the chair as he continued to press forward, parting her flesh before him. She felt the shameful juice of her arousal leaking out around the tightly stretched lips of her vagina and groaned with humiliation and satisfaction.

He pulled his mouth from hers to suck in a deep breath of air, and all she could do was moan, "Ohhh!" as he settled into the saddle of her thighs, resting there and basking in her exquisite heat and tightness. The head of his tool pressed against the very limits of her channel and she felt as if it might burst through and enter her heart.

He could feel her insides quiver against his hardness with every ragged breath and the sensations were almost overwhelming. She was so tight, so smooth, so wet, so beautiful with the look of rapt attention on her face as she concentrated on the painful yet wonderful sensations within her. But she still would not give in, would not move her body to explore the thrilling feeling of a man's cock possessing her so completely.

He slowly pulled back, withdrawing from her tight grasp, and the suction felt like it was pulling her insides out. She moaned again and locked her legs around his back, making him a prisoner of her need.

He thrust back into her, his heavy balls slapping into the wet crack of her ass, and she gasped at the savagery of his attack. His rigid member seemed to be quivering inside her and she felt his desperate urgency in his strong hands that kept her loins suspended above the chair and pressed tightly to him. His lips sought hers again and this time she turned to him in ready surrender, trying with her mouth to quell the violent passion she felt within him, as if she could kiss it away.

"You beautiful whore, you sweet Paki cunt!" he grunted in her ear and his cock speared into her. His filthy words only made her own passion mount higher. "Give it to me! I want all of you. Every fucking inch of you! You're so good!"

She could refuse no longer. Her own hips began to churn as if with a mind of their own, a mind which cared nothing for her shame or her pride. Using muscles she didn't even know she possessed, she screwed her hungry pussy up to meet his thrusting cock for the intense pleasure it gave her., her ass flexing in his grasp, her stomach trembling with effort. 

"Oh yessss! Fuck me! Fuck me hard!" she moaned into his ear.

He began to fuck her in earnest then, pumping his thick cock in and out of her body. He was so big, so hard, every thrust was a world of sensation, every withdrawal the prelude to yet another thrust. She had never been the victim of such intense passion, and she was afraid she might swoon or pass out from pure pleasure.

Suddenly she remembered the hunger that had gnawed within her constantly, an empty need, like an itch she couldn't scratch, couldn't even locate. It was for this, for this ferocious fucking she was receiving, for this insistent cock that was touching her in all the aching places, satisfying her empty need with the brute meat of male lust from a man who wanted her desperately.

If this was illicit sex, she knew she was lost, for she never wanted to stop. She wanted to hold him within her forever. She loved the thrilling pleasure his thick cock incited in her. And more than that, she loved his wild, animal-like lust, loved the way he took such pleasure in her body, in her womanliness, as if he just couldn't get enough of her, as if he wanted to possess her absolutely.




The Debt



With every thrust their loins slapped together and a low grunt escaped from her parted lips. Her ripe breasts jiggled on her chest under his onslaught, only adding to her feeling of being utterly taken.

Suddenly he thrust into her and stopped, and she squealed in delight thinking his crisis had come and bracing herself for the first hot drench of semen in her womb. But he didn't come. He held her entirely off the chair, suspended by the deep union of their organs, their sweat-covered flesh sticking together as he licked and laved her breasts with his tongue. Then with a little half turn on his knees, he fell forward, one arm around her, the other braced to break the fall as he dropped her onto the soft Persian carpet, his cock still buried in her.

Dhipa gasped. With her ass on the carpet her hips no longer had any retreat and his big prick drilled into her implacably. She cried out when she felt the thick root of his piece spread her wide apart and his flesh press against the hot little tongue of her clitoris. A wicked thrill rushed through her body as she realized how totally he possessed her; more than her husband ever had, more than any man ever had. His passion for her, his pleasure in her body thrilled her with its intensity and she found herself surrendering joyfully to his lust.

In her astonishment she stole a glance up at him and saw him posed over her, the muscles in his arms and shoulders rigid, his jaw slack. His eyes rolled up into his head and a groan of triumphant rapture tore form his throat as he felt her yield to him.

Dhipa knew then that whatever pleasure she was feeling from this illicit coupling he was feeling as well, and the idea that he was taking such intense pleasure from fucking her filled her with a shameful exuberance. Her husband had never shown such emotion, such passion when he'd fucked her. He had always been grim, businesslike, intent on arriving at his own orgasm as quickly and efficiently as he could. This man had already had his penis inside her longer than she'd ever known in her life, and he seemed intent on prolonging this experience as much as possible. The thought that her body could inspire a man to such pleasure made her fiercely proud and excited, while at the same time it confirmed her worst fears that she was truly a whore at heart, a woman who took unholy pleasure from indulging in sex, no matter how lewd or degrading.

But for now her pride and the wondrous sensations that filled her won out. She wrapped her long, nylon-clad legs around him, and tentatively wiggled her hips instinctively in a sign of her womanly pleasure. This caused his organ to press against new and unexplored places inside and set off a gush of feeling inside her. Above her, he too moaned at this unexpected sign of her lust and acceptance.

Suddenly she understood. She understood sex, and life, and the answer was so incredibly simple it filled her with unexpected and radiant joy. She had to dig her teeth into her lower lip to suppress a borad smile from breaking out on her face as she realized how incredibly simple it all was, how perfectly nature had worked it out. Sex was good, wonderful, and that the only secret was that you took pleasure by giving it, and gave pleasure by taking it. And she knew then that she could do this as well as anyone. And if a whore was someone who reveled in sexual pleasure, who gave herself over to it without regret or reservation, then she was happy to be a whore

She almost laughed with delight at her discovery, wrapping her arms around the Doctor's muscular back and pressing him tight, welcoming his weight upon her turgid breasts, his passionate thrusts into her ecstatic body. They fucked at each other like animals, the loud viscous sound of his meat in her socket was music now to her ears, so obscene and so exciting.

"Deeper, Deeper…" he moaned as his hips pumped into her, and again she wanted to laugh realizing for the first time the pun that was her first name, delighting in it, thinking how appropriate it was. But her laugh came out a low choked moan of surrender as his cock continued to churn their juices into a thick foam and inflame the tissues of her greedy pussy.

"Yes, fuck me, fuck me!" she groaned, unable to suppress the ecstatic smile on her face. "Fuck your Paki whore!"

"Unh! God! Fuck" he swore as he rolled slightly off her, lifted her leg and pressed her knee back against her breast so he could look down and see where his cock disappeared between the flushed lips of her sex. 

"So fucking beautiful!" he said, and she didn't know whether he was referring to the sight of his cock inside her, or to her herself. But then he whispered hotly in her ear. "You are so fucking beautiful with my cock inside you! I want to spray my come all over your fucking face!"

Holding her leg back over her head for him, her long delicate fingers wrapped around her calf, Dhipa smiled as his lewd words washed through her. There was nothing she wanted more herself at this point. "Do it!" she whispered hotly. "shoot your come all over me! Cover me with it! I want it! God, I want it!"

He let go of her leg, covered her lips with his own and filled his hands with the soft meat of her breasts, sending more shivers of pleasure through her. He fucked her unmercifully, his ass rising and falling like a trip hammer, sending his spike home every time with savage need. Dhipa reveled in it, each thrust making her cry out in excited joy. His furious passion enflamed her, taking her to realms of pure lust she had never dreamt of before. She stuck her tongue in his mouth, tangled her fingers in his hair to press his mouth more tightly to hers, all the while moaning and pleading, her hips humping obscenely against him, offering herself up to the plundering hardness of his big cock

"Come for me, Dhipa" he panted, looking her straight in the eye. "Come for me you gorgeous bitch!"

Was he wicked, was he evil? Was he using her, debasing her? She didn't care. He was her lover for now, his body giving her immense and overwhelming pleasure. She realized he was trying to please her and that thought thrilled her too, that he found her worthy. A white man, one who called her Paki and Wog, was now enthralled with her, burying his cock in her with a savage need to please her before he came. She too only wanted to please him now. She wanted to be very good for him, so good he'd never forget her.

He again raised himself off her, supporting himself on his rigid arms. Dhipa gripped his shoulders for leverage. His shoulders were like rocks, hard with tense muscle and she ran her hands down his arms, feeling their implacable strength and sinew. The feel of the power in his arms set off a flame of feeling inside her as she realized how powerless she was, how much strength he was plunging into the softness of her body, how desperate he was for her.

She raised her head with difficulty and looked down between them. Her hips were cocked up to receive him, and she could just make out his tool as it pistoned between her legs. The sight made her weak and she ran one hand down their bodies until she could actually feel his tool where they were joined together, their juice and their heat.

She threw back her head and screamed as a bubble of pleasure burst inside her, clenching her eyes tight. Immediately she felt another bubble growing, this one bigger, much bigger than the other one. It seemed to fill her body completely, and she panted rapidly like an animal through her dilated nostrils as she felt the bubble swell, engulf them both, fill the room. 

Through her obscenely spread legs, she reached up and grabbed his pumping ass to pull herself more tightly against him, to somehow stop this giant knot of feeling within her that threatened to blow her apart. The muscles in his ass were hard and clenching with male power, a foretaste of the incredible energy he would soon unleash into her body. The feel of him made her head reel.

"Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes!" was all she could shout as she clung to him, wide open to his incredible need and lust, her ears filled with the dull jarring thud of wet flesh on wet flesh.

She felt him quiver in her grasp and she instinctively knew what that meant. Deliciously obscene images poured through her mind as she felt him thrust deep into her and stop and seem to swell, and she squealed in anticipation, words failing her, trembling.

With a low, soul-wrenching groan he came, calling her name. Her whole being expectant, waiting, felt that first gush of semen jet into her and she fell swirling into her own orgasm. The bubble burst, flew apart, and she dissolved with it, scattering into space, aware of nothing but his hard cock pouring the seed of life into her hungry sucking cunt.

She knew she was screaming but she didn't care. Here eyes stared sightless at the ceiling as she felt every gush of his burning hot seed into her, each pump jacking her higher through realms of orange and green electric luminescence, and she was aware of her own body's helpless spasms, as if her greedy eager sex wanted to swallow every drop of his come into herself .

She felt her stomach clench again and again as the spasms tore through her, wracking her being with waves of exquisite lust as he continued to pour his ejaculate into her belly. It was so clean, so absolute, so utterly necessary and right. Her lean body arched in pleasure as she took his passion into herself, a look of rapturous surrender on her face as she hung there, a helpless victim of her own shattering ecstasy.

Then, finally, the clouds parted and she felt herself coming slowly down, still flashing with hot spikes of joy, sinking it seemed through a dark and warm and languid sea of pleasure and peace and fulfillment.

She groaned as he rolled off her and the cool air of the room touched her sweat-soaked skin. She missed the touch of his flesh upon hers, but she found herself unwilling or unable to move. She didn't want the moment to end, she didn't want to open her eyes and see where she was, or see his evil look of satisfaction at what he'd done to her. She simply couldn't bear that.

But then she felt him beside her, and he draped his warm body partly over hers. moving to be near her. She felt the sweet sensation of his lips on her fevered flesh as he gently kissed her breasts and ran his hand over her quaking flesh.

That was," he whispered hoarsely in her ear as he fought to regain his breath "incredible. Just the most extraordinary… Jesus Christ!"

She at last opened her eyes at last to see him staring down at her with an open look of wonder on his face. She smiled. Despite the thoughts and feelings and confusion that whirled within her, she couldn't help but smile. She saw that he was confused too.

He took her hand and brought it to his mouth, where he kissed it and licked her palm. It seemed now that he was the supplicant, that he was the welter of emotions and fears. She herself was perfectly at peace, and she felt she glowed with a special radiance, and that he noticed it as well.

She felt she had so many things to think about, about what had just happened, about what it meant to her. She felt new, changed, totally different and at ease. But she knew she could think about these things later. She felt too good right now to bother. 

The Doctor wiped the sweat from his face with his hand and looked at her again, as if he'd expected her to vanish. "I've never… I take back all I said about Pakistani women, Dhipa. You… I want you to stay here with me. You are quite…extraordinary."

Dhipa sighed. Her brothers, their debt, her reputation, that all seemed so far away suddenly. Lying naked but for her stockings and shoes on this stranger's floor, feeling the sweet aftershocks of her orgasm, feeling her lover's come seeping slowly from her body, she felt whole, entire, satisfied in a way she couldn't recall ever feeling before.

She opened her eyes and looked into his face. "I'd like that." she said "I'd like that very much."



The Debt



George only wanted her because she was unobtainable. Sure Judy was an attractive blonde but there were plenty others equally attractive her could have easier.

I had been married to Judy for eight years and all during that time she had never looked at another man. Sure she had opportunities as guys were always hitting on my statuesque wife with the knock-out figure but never once did she give in to their advances, she was always faithful to her wedding vows.

Judy had been a virgin when I took her on our wedding night and she had devoted her life to creating a nest for her family. My loving wife had given birth to our daughter two years after we were married and we were presently working on a brother or sister for Sabrina.

It all started innocently enough at a poker game in George's place. Once a month the guys would get together at Georges for a night of five card draw. The steaks were only five of ten bucks and a pot could pay off a couple of hundred. Everybody had a good night out and nobody got hurt.

George was a financially secure alcoholic. He and his woman lived in a three bedroom back split in a nice part of town. In his garage was a classic 78 Trans Am in mint condition and a Harley Electra Glide motorbike.

He had made his money in the taxi business buying plates from the city and leasing them out to little guys wanting to put their own cab on the road. A taxi license cost about seventy-five grand if you did not get one from the city after being on a waiting list for years so guys paid fifteen hundred a month to lease one.

George was seldom sober enough to drive himself but would rent one of his lessee's cars for a shift once in a while to stay active in the business as the city required.

George introduced Stan into our group one Friday night. We were a pretty easy going bunch and welcomed him to sit at the table.

The new guy started out innocently enough but as the evening went on he became more aggressive constantly trying to drive the amount of the pot up. He won some of the time but he also lost as many times as the rest of us.

It was getting late and I had dropped a couple of hundred, my limit, so I started to leave.

"Stay for a few more hands." George said not wanting the game to breakup yet.

Foolishly I sat back down.

Before long I was down over four hundred and the ante was up to fifty bucks to stay in. I had three Jacks and there was over five hundred in the pot but I was out of cash.

"I have to fold." I said, "I'm outta cash."

"I'll cover you!" George volunteered.

Stan laid down a full house and took the pot. I went home owing George fifty bucks.

Ext time I saw George I offered to repay him the fifty I owed. George informed me he didn't want to be repaid in cash.

"What do you want, name it?" I offered my friend.

"I want to nail Judy." he answered.

"What?" I said unbelieving what I heard.

"I want to fuck your wife." George smiled.

Everything flashed through my mind at once. Fuck my wife for fifty dollars? Judy would never agree to it anyway, it was impossible.

George had been a very good friend of mine over the years and often helped us out with his generosity. If sticking his cock into my wife meant so much to him I didn't want to not want to be unappreciative. What if he did fuck Judy, it wouldn't cost us anything.

"Let me see what I can do?" I answered his proposal.

I knew Judy would never consent to being unfaithful even though I suggested it. I also knew her weakness, booze. My wife could not hold her drink, after a few drinks she lost all control and she was putty in my hands. Up until now I had only used it to get Judy to put my cock in her mouth or let me try fucking her ass. I figured if I set it up right she would open her legs for George.

"George is coming over tonight to help me set up the new sound system." I casually informed Judy.

I had recently bought a Dolby surround sound system for the bigscreen TV and George was somewhat of an audiophile and would know how to get the best results from it.

"Is Andrea coming too?" Judy asked.

"No, she has a meeting to go to." I lied.

I had told George to drop around about ten o'clock hoping to have my wife ready for him by then.

Shortly after eight I offered Judy her first drink.

She lingered a painfully long time over the gin and Wink sipping miniscule amounts between watching the television. Knowing I was expecting George's visit I imagine she was deliberately trying to pace herself.

"Let me freshen that up1" I offered as she neared the bottom of the glass.

It was almost nine when I refilled her glass, this time with more gin than mix.

Judy made a face when she tasted the strong drink but her first drink had started to kick in and she swallowed a mouthful.

Her second glass was empty in twenty minutes and I poured her a third which I knew would finish her off. It was twenty minutes to ten and my wife was in la-la land.

"Why don't you change into your white negligee?" I asked her.

Judy's white negligee was a sheer floor length gown perforated every inch or so by quarter inch diamond shape holes. Wearing this gown her entire body would be on display through the transparent material and the numerous openings.

"I can't wear that with George coming!" Judy protested.

"He has seen you nude in the hot tub." I argued.

Some time before Judy had joined us in George's hot tub, everyone had been naked and she had been drinking so agreed to remove her bikini once she was safely in the water.

"Well if you think it's O.K.?" she said staggering off to the bedroom.

Judy was in the bedroom when George arrived. I welcomed him in and explained Judy was getting ready for him.

I was sitting with our guest having a beer when my wife walked into the living room. She looked stunning. With the backlight she may as well been nude.

"Hi Georgie!" she greeted him shamelessly. 

George could not believe the transformation my wife had undergone. He was convinced she was ready for him to fuck her.

"Come and sit on my knee." George said.

Judy looked at me and I nodded my approval, she ambled across the room and plopped herself on his lap.

I went to pour my wife another drink as George's hand cupped her breasts. 

When I came back into the room Judy's gown was up above her knees and George's hand was hidden between her legs. He had his hand on her pussy and was likely finger-fucking her and she wasn't even protesting.

I sat next to George on the couch and slipped the gown's spaghetti straps off my wife's shoulders, the flimsy material feel down around her waist exposing her naked breasts.

My mouth swallowed her left nipple and Judy moaned as George's fingers manipulated her clitoris. She was ready.

"Let go into the bedroom, you'll be more comfortable." I soothed my aroused wife.

Judy's gown dropped to the floor when we stood her up, with George on one side of her and me on the other we led her naked into the bedroom.

Carefully we laid my nude wife across the bed and George began to undress.

"What are you doing?" Judy squirmed on the bed.

I held her in place, "George just wants to get to know you better."

My wife giggled, "Georgie Porgie."

I felt the bed yield with George's weight as he dropped in next to my wife. I held Judy's legs open as George mounted her.

My wife gasped as George's cock slid into her.

I expected Judy to resist being raped but she just lay there with a contented look on her face as George began to claim his prize. I watched my wife wrap her legs around our friend and draw him further into her love nest. Her hands drew his face to hers and they kissed.

In her drunken stupor my wife did not realize it was another man's cock in her, she thought she was fucking me! She began to grind her hips like she did when she was really horny and wanted to come. I knew George was about to girt the fuck of his life.

"Oh fuck me, I need to come!" Judy moaned as her hips swiveled on George's cock.

George hammered his spike all the way into her, I could hear their bodies slap together as he bottomed in her fuck hole.

"Oh yes, yes, more lover." she pleaded.

George was fucking her hard, his cock reaching far into her sacred space but still she was aware she was giving herself to another man. Her hips thrashed like a wildcat's and I knew she was building up a mega orgasm in her pussy. 

I moved to where I could see George's wet shaft sliding in and out of Judy's stretched labia between her open legs. Judy's cunt was getting sloppy from the intense fucking and I could hear the soft squishing noises they made as his cock slid in and out of my wife's cunt.

I gently cupped George's balls in my hand and squeezed them coaxing him to empty his sperm into my wife's womb.

It was a chain reaction, Judy screamed as her orgasm hit her and I could feel George's balls throbbing as the emptied into her cunt, spurting out the head of his cock splattering her eggs with his rich creamy nutrient.

My wife's body trembled with the aftershocks of her orgasm until George's cum quenched her fire.

George rolled off my wife's well fucked body. For some reason I had to feel my cock in her cum filled box.

My cock slid into her with no resistance whatsoever. She moaned softly while I enjoyed her sloppy cunt. In minutes I added my sperm to George's

The following morning Judy was in a good mood. 

"You'll have to invite George over again." she told me over coffee.

I didn't know how much of the previous night's activities she remembered but I was just thankful she was not irate for me setting her up.

It was a few week later that my wife gave me the good news, she was pregnant!

Judy went to the phone and begins to dial a number.

"Who are you calling?" I asked her expecting her to say her mother.

"George!" she smiled, "He'll want to know."



The Debt



Chapter 1

They had broken or at least cracked two ribs on the right side and my nuts felt like they were smashed. The pain was nearly more than I could bear as I struggled from where they dumped me in front of my house. Bridget would help me I know she would. She has to. I couldn't take another beating like this.

Somehow I crawled to the door and reached for the door bell. The stretch aggravated the ribs and forced me to collapse on the stoop. Even knowing that the neighbors would hear me I kicked at the door and hollered for Bridget to let me in.

The door opened just a crack. She peered out and screamed when she looked down on me laying on the stoop. The door swung open and she dropped to her knees next to me. I looked in her horrified face and began to sob.

"It's bad babe. Real bad," I gasped.

She begged, "What happened?"

I managed to get out, "Help me get inside."

With her help I was able to pull myself onto my knees and get to my feet. Using her as a crutch we made it into the living room where I dropped onto the sofa.

I began my confession...

"I'm so sorry. After I lost my job I figured I could get in a high stakes poker game and win us some real money. I took out what was left of our savings and bought into a big poker game. I lost that and they let me have credit. I lost that too. I've always done really well playing penny anti with the guys. I thought... Bottom line I'm into them for five grand and when I couldn't come up with the money Mr. Handsome had his men beat me. He had them dump me in the street outside. He said that Max and Jorge would be back every Friday to repeat this until I paid up."

Bridget looked that look that says without a word. "You have to be kidding Marty. How could you do something so stupid?"

Then she shook her head and glared, "First things first. We need to get you to the emergency room and take care of your injuries."

I looked away and explained, "We'll have to take your car. They kept mine."

After some creative explanations (We told them I had been mugged.) and a credit card the doctor on duty had my ribs wrapped and prescribed pain pills and ice packs for my nuts. The x-rays showed three cracked ribs that should heal in about 6 weeks. He was sympathetic and assured that no permanent damage had been done. He insisted that he must call the police.

The officer took down our fabricated tale and told us they would try to find the culprits and would keep me posted on their progress. Four white thugs in their early twenties or late teens with baseball bats would probably be kind of difficult to locate. My descriptions were not too specific.

On the way home we stopped at CVS and filled the Rx for Vicotin. I couldn't summon the courage to tell Bridget the rest of the story. It could wait until morning. I could tell that she knew that there was more.

The Vicotin helped enough to allow some sleep. But I awoke every time I tried to change positions. By 7, I couldn't stay in bed any longer. The pain had slacked off enough so I was able to move about on my own. Slowly and gingerly I managed to make it to the bathroom and took my morning piss. I washed my hands and splashed water on my face. With a remarkable bit of determination, at least for me, I stumbled to the kitchen. I gathered some ice cubes and wrapped them in a towel. When I was reclining in the Lazy boy I delicately pushed the ice filled towel against the family jewels. The cold seemed to just add another discomfort to the equation. But the doctor had insisted that it was necessary to keep the swelling down.

Perhaps being a bit of a masochist I chuckled, "And to think I was envious of the guys at the gym with big testicles hanging below a thick dick." 

I pulled my pajamas open and inspected the damaged area. "Swollen nuts look sort of out of place pulled up below my penis. Oh well, as they say, size isn't important. It's how you use what you have. Anyway Bridget hasn't complained; at least not to me. That last thought hit me like a brick. I had to talk to Bridget. "But how do I tell her?"

When I looked up Bridget was coming into the family room. She was wearing her pink, shear, nylon robe over a set of light blue lacy babydolls. She had pulled her shoulder length brunette hair into a pony tail. I must be better this morning because watching her always erotic walk was making my dick tingle.

"Damn she has nice legs." 

Actually she has nice everything. But her most arresting feature is her mouth; just the right amount of puffiness to her lips and a smile that melts me when she aims it toward me.

Right now her expression was one of concern. It wouldn't last long when I told her the rest of the story. It had to be now.

She spoke first, "How you doing hon? Can I get you something? Do you feel like eating? How about some coffee?

I couldn't look her in the eye. So my reply as I stared at the floor," I'm doing okay. Yeh, coffee would be good. Not hungry though." was all I could muster.

She leaned down and kissed me on the forehead.

As she turned to the kitchen she looked back and smiled, "I'll be back in a jiff with your coffee."

It seemed only a minute but in reality it was much longer. Why is it when you need more time the time goes by so fast? I shuddered as she came toward me carrying two steaming mugs. My mouth was dry and my throat was tightening. How was I going to tell her? What would she say? Would she do it? I damn sure didn't want her to. But the alternative was more than I could stand to think about. Maybe I deserved to take more beatings but my cowardliness prevailed over my desire to spare her.

So as she handed me my coffee and sat across from me on the sofa I resolved to get it over with now. I pushed up from my chair and cringed. Bridget stood up and rushed to help me. 

"Stay put Marty."

"I'm okay. I need to sit with you. I have to tell you something."

When I had sat and placed my coffee on the end table I swallowed and took a deep breath. The pain from my ribs nearly doubled me over. She reached out to me. I placed the ice and towel on the floor, took her hand and looked into the face of this angel. I was about to ask of her something no man should have to ask of his spouse.

"Bridget there is more that I am going to explain. I don't want to but..."

"You know that you can tell me anything. What could be so terrible?"

"Mr. Handsome is a racketeer type. Actually that's not his real name. It's a nickname that some have given him because of his looks. He gave me another option. He has seen you and is... well he admires you."

"So."

"He will let me off the hook for the beating he promised and he will take off a thousand from the five that I owe if you sleep with him. At least for this week."

Bridget fell silent for what seemed an eternity.

She stared off to the other side of the room and asked, "Is that what you want me to do?"

"No! That's not what I want. But..."

She stood up and turned toward me," I have to be alone and think about what "I" want to do."

Her glare was like ice. She gritted her teeth and shook her head. Then she left me. In the silence of the house I could hear her soft sobs coming from the bedroom. At that point and at least for that moment I wanted to take a beating from Max and Jorge rather than the emotional beating I was putting Bridget through.

I sat on the sofa and held my head. I began to cry. When I looked up thirty minutes had passed and Bridget was standing there with her hands on her hips. She had dressed in jeans and a blue cotton blouse.

She spoke in a raspy tone," What happens to the interest and the rest of what you owe?"

I looked away. I couldn't answer and look her in the face.

"Mr. Handsome said that if you were any good he would make the same arrangement each week until the debt was paid. With interest you must be available to him and him only for nine weeks."

"Pardon my language but you are saying that I would have to fuck him every week for nine weeks? And I have to pass some kind of audition?"

"Yeh, that's the deal he offered."

She glared at me and said, "If I do this and if I pass his test I don't think I could look at you across the table at the morning after with you looking at me wondering if I had enjoyed his sex and wondering if I would spend the rest of our lives comparing you to him."

My mouth opened but nothing came out. Her comment meant that I would be punished for as long as we were together. I had no response that would help.

She sighed and asked, "When does this arrangement begin?"

I swallowed and said, "Max and Jorge will be here Friday night at 8 to take me to Mr. Handsome's home. There they will beat me. If you are willing you will go as well and no beating."

As she walked away she said," Okay I'll do what I can. A man like that isn't likely to find me all that special though."

I argued with her, "Don't say that. You're real special. You're sexy, smart, and a fabulous lover."

"Thanks for the compliments, but I'm very inexperienced."

"Well that's probably why he wants you."

The next week passed fast. Again anticipation seems to make time fleet you're reluctant and drag if you are anxious.

Monday - Bridget went shopping. When she returned I caught a glimpse of a Victoria's Secret bag.

Tuesday - She made an appointment to have her hair and nails done Friday morning.

Wednesday - She spent relaxing and puttering around the house. Nothing had been said about Friday night.

Thursday - She seemed nervous but still didn't mention Mr. Handsome and his offer. I couldn't bring myself to bring up the subject.

As I observed her activity during the week it was obvious that she was doing special little things to prepare for her evening with Mr. Handsome. Thursday evening she moved around the house quietly smiling about something that only she understood. The more I watched the more it seemed that she might actually be looking forward to... The more I thought of my wife willingly being with this stranger the more fascinated I became. I was stunned that the thought of her being with him not only relieved me but excited me as well. I was hard all evening. I approached her and caressed her. She pulled away and said, "Not tonight hon. Until I get back tomorrow night it belongs to the man that holds your debt. You can look but don't touch." I knew then there was no doubt she was willingly going through with it.

Friday morning came and the tension was so thick you could cut it with a knife. Bridget said nothing all morning. At noon she grabbed her purse and her car keys. Without comment she went to the garage and I heard the car start. When I heard the garage door come down I went to the front window and watched the car disappear. I had overheard her make the appointment. I knew she was going to her salon to get her hair and nails done. She was doing all the things that a woman does to please a lover. 

When she returned at three she looked fabulous. Her new hairstyle accentuated her green eyes and delicate facial features. There was something new about her that I didn't pick up on at first. The color change was subtle and so natural that it meshed perfectly with her tanned and flawless complexion. She would still be considered brunette but with bright auburn highlights. Her hair was wound around from the left and loosely tied on top. Several sexy strands intentionally appeared to have escaped and rested wistfully and seductively over her left eye. The look was elegant but with a promise of naughtiness.

When I realized the color change I exclaimed, "Wow! The do and color is really hot! You look great."

She smiled and thanked me for the flattering remark. After going to the fridge and opening a can of Coke she headed to the bedroom. When I looked in she was reclining on the bed propped up on several pillows. She sipped her Coke while she flipped through the channels on the TV.

She saw me and explained, "I'm going to relax with some TV for a while and take a nap. Would you mind waking me at five?"

I told her, "No problem." and left.

Chapter 2

When I went into the bedroom at five she was awake and staring at the ceiling. She had slept sitting up so as to not mess up the new hair style. She appeared to be deep in thought because when I spoke she jumped.

"It's five."

Turning toward me she yawned, stretched and stated, "Only three hours until they come to get us."

A sheet had covered her all the while she had been sleeping. When she tossed back the sheet and tossed her legs over the edge of the bed she displayed her nakedness. Her beauty had never been more evident. I was very familiar with all aspects of her sexy petite body but when she flashed her vagina my mouth fell open and my eyes grew wide.

"Good grief, you shaved your pussy!"

She smiled, "Like it? I think your Mr. Handsome or whatever his name is will like it. Don't you?"

The question hit me hard. It hurt more than the beating. I turned and left.

After fretting for nearly an hour about what was going to happen this evening I realized Bridget was not only resolved to have sex with a stranger but was actually looking forward to it. Not just any man but this mobster that held my health and even my life in his hands. Her ego demanded that she looked and behaved sexually at a level beyond that of just an ordinary housewife. She was preparing to pass all of his tests. Slowly the agony became equally mixed with an excitement that made me feel depraved. How can a husband get sexually aroused by the expectation of his wife having sex with another man? I was hard and my hands trembled. I couldn't remember ever being this sexually excited.

At seven-thirty Bridget came into the family room dressed to kill; or rather dressed to blow away her date. Date. How strange the term sounded as it ricocheted in my head like a lead bullet. My face flushed and my mouth went dry. I trembled and wanted her. The green satin evening dress hugged her curves. If she was wearing a bra it didn't hide her hardened nipples. They pointed at me and begged to be touched. Her cleavage beckoned hands to explore further. There was no sign of panty lines on her luscious hips. She wore matching green satin covered heels. Black fishnet hose drew attention to her fabulous legs. I noted that she wore no bracelet or necklace. The only jewelry was her favorite diamond stud earrings and her wedding rings. She was a goddess. Mr. Handsome would give her a passing grade as soon as she arrived. 

At exactly eight the door bell chimed. I took one last look at my gorgeous wife and opened the door. Jorge was waiting impatiently and when he saw Bridget he appeared disappointed. He leered at her and licked his lips.

He sneered, "Get in the fucking limo dumbass."

It occurred to me that he might be disappointed that he probably would not be beating the crap out of me tonight. Instead Bridget would surely impress his boss. He never said a word to Bridget. He probably would fear anything crude or rude would get back to his boss.

The ride was only 5 or 6 miles but it was torture. I held Bridget's hand and tried to smile. I tried to find words that would give her strength but as I looked at her she faced straight ahead and had a look of determination. There was no sign of fear, only resolve.

When we pulled up at the front door of the mansion her eyes widened and she gasped. She tightened her grip on my hand and looked at me and whispered, "Wow."

Max opened the door on her side and held out his hand to assist her out of the limo. Bridget looked up at him, smiled and took his hand. As she slid across the seat her dress pulled up and gave a grand view of her thighs above her hose. Max noticed and quickly looked away.

I opened the door on my side and helped myself out. My careless effort pulled at my ribs and the pain brought tears to my eyes. I was reminded why we were here. Jorge closed the limo door and shoved me toward the stairs leading to the front door of the mansion.

I followed behind Bridget as she ascended the 10 marble steps to the landing. My eyes fastened on her tight and well formed butt. She twitched and swayed it with every step.

"Damn she's hot", ran through my mind.

Jorge was next to me. I looked at him and his eyes were glued on her butt as well. 

Upon entering the foyer our eyes were drawn to the huge crystal chandelier that suspended from what must have been three stories above. Max guided us up the winding staircase that led to a landing on the next level. The wide hallway to the right took us to the south wing where the bedrooms were located. At the third door on the left Max tapped lightly on the door and waited.

After at least two minutes a voice said, "Please come in."

Max carefully turned the door knob and eased the door open. He stood back and motioned for us to enter. I squeezed Bridget's hand and took a deep breath. I placed my hand on her back and urged her toward the opening. I followed immediately behind her.

Mr. Handsome was sitting on the edge of a king sized bed hat was adorned with purple silk coverings. The headboard was a giant beveled mirror framed in mahogany. There must have been a dozen matching pillows scattered randomly on the bed. A lump formed in my throat as I gazed at the bed that would be the site where my wife would be offering her body to this gangster. If Bridget was having second thoughts she didn't show it.

The man was dressed in a white silk smoking jacket trimmed in gold. Below the bottom of the mid thigh jacket his legs were encased in matching silk lounging pants. I then noticed that Bridget was smiling. He definitely lived up to his nickname. His black wavy hair complemented his strong facial features. His Roman nose and high cheekbones completed the face that any woman would be drawn to. Blazing eyes that had fastened upon Bridget told of his approval. His full lips and dimpled chin promised a passion that few women could resist. 

Max directed me through a doorway that led to a sitting room. I was pushed down onto a chair that was next to the doorway and faced toward the opposite wall. On the wall across from the open door was a large mirror. The mirror was situated so that the bed in the first room was fully in view. Max sat across from me and to the right. His position didn't allow him to see the bed in the bedroom. He had left the door open.

Max rose and came to my side and whispered, "Enjoy, dumb fuck." He grinned and went back to his chair. Apparently his job was to keep me under control while his boss enjoyed my wife.

In the bedroom, Mr. Handsome spoke, "Very nice. Now let's see what you're offering."

I looked at the mirror and saw Bridget reach behind and draw down the zipper of her gown. A lump constricted my throat. I couldn't watch. I looked away and saw Max grin. The sound of her zipper was like an airliner racing across the sky overhead. I swear I could hear the gown crumple to the floor. 

Mr. Handsome clucked approval and directed, "Very nice. Now let's see those tits."

A short silence was broken by another cluck, followed by "Now let's see that pussy that's been begging to be fucked by my big cock."

Another short silence and then, "Very pretty. I like them clean. Did you do that for me or are you always so naughty.

Her reply was almost so soft as to be nearly inaudible. "It's for you Mr. Handsome."

He laughed and said, "My name is Rick. Don't use that stupid nickname."

With an obvious smile in her voice she offered, "Whatever you want Rick, but it does fit you."

He laughed again and directed, "Come here and sit next to me."

I looked up at the mirror and saw my naked wife snuggled up against this stranger. Rick pulled her to his chest and found her lips. Her arms went around his neck and their tongues dueled for several minutes. He was in no hurry to consummate the arrangement. His hands caressed her throat and moved down to capture a breast. His lips followed his hand.




The Debt



Andy and Melanie were apparently happily married. They were both in their early twenties and considered to be a charming couple. They had friends and an interesting life. No children yet, but time would tell.

They did, unfortunately, have one area of major conflict. Money. Melanie was looking towards a future family, and while they both had reasonable jobs they were finding it hard to save. The main reason for this was Andy.

Andy liked to gamble. He never seemed to go in too deep, and professed that he broke even more often than not, but Melanie noticed the constant drain on their account. It infuriated her, especially as it was normally her who put away those few extra dollars that Andy would lose.

They'd had several arguments about Andy's gambling and, seeing who had just come to her door, Melanie suspected that they'd be having another one when Andy got home. Andy had been called back to work to do an extra shift, as they were shorthanded, and while Melanie was happy that Andy was earning some extra cash she'd have been even happier if he was at home answering the door right now.

At the door was a big man. Massive was the way most people would have described Big Mike. Tall and wide and thick with muscle he looked the sort of person you did not want to meet on a dark night. Or any other night, come to that.

Big Mike had a bit of a reputation. It was said that if you stiffed him money wise, he'd put you in hospital at a rate of one day's stay for every hundred you owed him. He was also a regular at Andy's poker games, both as a player and an enforcer when trouble arose.

"Good evening, Mike," said Melanie smiling. "Um, Andy isn't here right now. He got called back to work. Can I help you?"

"Work, uh?" rumbled Mike. "Surprised he went, knowing I was coming around. We agreed that today would be settlement day. Debts need to be paid you know."

Melanie's heart sank. She'd only just been able to scrape a little nest egg together, and now it seemed Andy had lost it. There was no way she was going to tell Big Mike he couldn't have his money.

"Oh," Melanie said smiling. "Andy didn't mention it to me. How much is owing?"

"Bloody five grand," rumbled Mike, "and like I said, we agreed today was settlement day."

Five thousand dollars? Was Andy insane? Big Mike would kill him for sure. They just didn't have that sort of money.

"Mind if I come in and wait?" asked Mike. "I'd like to get this settled."

"Oh, yes, come in by all means," said a flustered Melanie. "Can I get you a cup of tea or coffee?"

"I'll have a beer, if you've got one," Mike replied, settling down on the lounge.

Melanie hurried through to the kitchen, poured a glass and returned to Mike. He nodded his thanks and drank it appreciatively. It was a warm night and he was hot and thirsty.

"You look a bit nervous, Mel" said Mike. "You aren't one of those women who think I might molest them just because I'm a big bloke, are you?"

"Honestly, the thought never crossed my mind," said Melanie surprised. "I was thinking about the five thousand dollars, actually."

"Yeah, it's a tidy sum, isn't it," grumbled Mike. "It was just the way the cards ran I guess."

The comment on molestation came to Melanie's mind. Maybe if she sympathised and talked to Mike he'd give them more time. Hell, if it brought Andy time she'd give Mike a blow job here and now.

"Andy won't be back for several hours, you know," she said. "Are you sure you want to wait?"

"I don't mind," Mike told her. "I had nothing else planned for tonight. But, if you're nervous about me being here, I'll push off," he added. "I know I do make some women nervous. I just hadn't picked you for that type."

"I'm not nervous of you," protested Melanie. "You've never struck me as the sort of man who'd force himself on an unwilling woman."

"You've got that right," said Mike with a growl. "Why some of these nervous Nellies think I'd get a kick out of bonking them, I don't know. I ask you, what's the fun of bonking a woman who's screaming and crying and saying it's too big? I'll take an enthusiastic partner any day."

"How big is too big?" wondered Melanie, then blushed at Mike's startled grunt.

"Please tell me I didn't say that aloud," she begged.

"OK. You didn't say that aloud. If you had, I'd have been tempted to show you. Am I allowed to ask if your boobs are all yours?"

Melanie felt as though she was going to go up in flames. First her stupid comment and now Mike's teasing remark.

"No, you're not allowed to ask that sort of question," she snapped indignantly.

"What makes you think they wouldn't be?" she added, still indignant at what she saw as a slur on her feminine assets.

"Just that they seem a little large for a woman of your size," said Mike. "I figured maybe falsies, but then I thought you're not the sort of woman to want falsies put in, so I guess you wear a padded bra."

"Padded bra?" spluttered Melanie. "I'm not even wearing a bra, damn you."

Oh god. What is it about this man that makes me open my mouth and put my foot in it?

She glared at Mike, who was openly laughing at her. He rose to his feet and moved easily to stand in front of her. Reaching down he took hold of her top at the waist.

"I'll tell you what," he said. "I'll just check out that statement of yours, and after that you can look and see how big is too big."

Melanie felt her top being lifted, and while part of her wanted to say stop, another part wanted to prove that her breasts were truly hers. Tongue tied, she just watched as her top slowly lifted, sliding up and revealing her breasts. She hardly even noticed when Mike didn't release her top but lifted it off over her head.

Mike looked at Melanie's breasts, jutting proudly out. No padded bra, and as of yet no need for one for support. His hands reached up and he cupped them, squeezing and feeling them.

"What are you doing," asked Melanie, appalled, feeling her breasts responding to his touch. She could feel them swelling and her nipples were standing out.

"Just making sure that you truly don't have falsies," said Mike, smiling. "The only real way to tell is by touch."

"Well, now you know," snapped Melanie, stepping away from his touch and reaching to pull her top back into place. She suddenly felt foolish when she found that she wasn't even wearing it any longer.

"Are you going to satisfy your own curiosity now?" ask Mike.

"What?" came the puzzled reply.

"How big is too big? Remember?"

"Certainly not," said Melanie. "Can I have my top, please?"

At the same time her mind brought up that old wives tale. You can judge a man's size by the size of his hands and feet. Despite herself, she found her eyes flicking from Mike's hands to his feet, to his... She looked away.

"Why not? You're curious," goaded Mike.

"I just don't do that sort of thing," stated Melanie firmly.

"Why not?"

"Why not? You can't just ask a woman to look at the size of your cock," snapped Melanie. "It's just not done."

"Yes it is. Men do it all the time. They all want women to look at their cocks and admire them. It's a male thing. Women like showing off their breasts. Men want women to look at their cocks. So are you going to? You know you want to."

Melanie did want to. That was the trouble. Ever since he'd made that off the cuff remark about women complaining she'd wanted to see. And Mike was going to goad her until she did, she suspected.

"All right," she said. "If you're so anxious to have a woman see your cock I'll take a look at it."

She waited for Mike to unzip. And waited.

"What are you waiting for?" she finally asked.

"Funny. I was about to ask you that," said Mike. 

He expected her to take it out? Melanie blinked, nervously. Then she took Mike's zip and ran it down. She could feel it behind the material as her hand brushed against it.

A little hand slipped through the open zip and touched what was hidden there. It paused for a moment, and then closed upon it and pulled it free.

Melanie hastily let go and stepped back, frowning slightly.

"It's not that overlarge," she said indignantly. "The way you spoke I was expecting a fearsome monster."

"I never said it was," murmured Mike. "I said some women might think so if I was molesting them. Actually, I think you'll find it's just the right size once it's in you."

"What? It's not going to get the chance to be inside of me?" snapped Melanie, genuinely startled.

"Oh, come on, Mel. Who do you think you're kidding?" asked Mike with a laugh. "I'm standing here with an erection that you hauled out into the light, and you're standing there topless with your breasts pointing at me like a pair of pistols. Of course we're taking it a bit further."

Mike reached over and, giving Melanie plenty of time to stop him, he flicked open the button on the side of her skirt and slid down the zip. A gentle tug and the skirt slithered over her hips and down. 

Wide-eyed Melanie stared at Mike. He hadn't done that, had he? Yes, he had, and she hadn't even tried to stop him. Was she mad? She must be she decided, as she watched Mike tug her panties down, seeing herself lift her foot so he could take them right off. All of a sudden she was standing in front of Big Mike wearing a pair of sneakers, and that was it.

Big Mike took Melanie and eased her down onto the rug. She was looking at him with wide eyes, seeming slightly shocked but not resisting or protesting. Standing over her as she looked up at him, he quickly stripped and settled down next to her.

As Melanie watched, Mike's hand settled on one of her breasts, holding it firmly while his thumb rubbed her nipple. Then his mouth settled on her other breast, and she gasped as she felt his heated mouth suck lightly on her nipple. His teeth grazed her skin, and little ripples of heat were stating to burn.

Mike's hand traced slowly over her heated flesh, wandering down until it settled at the sensitive junction of her legs. Melanie waited, expecting his hand to probe further, to start teasing her lips apart for his coming invasion, and wondered as his hand just lay there, warming her.

Then Melanie could feel Mike's mouth following the path that his hand had traced. She was acutely aware of where his hand had touched her, and could now feel his tongue tracing the trail with loving care.

Reaching her pussy, Mike didn't stop. Now his hands were telling her legs to spread wider, and his tongue was moving in to fill the space created, flicking along her lips, probing lightly between them.

Melanie was twisting slightly from side to side, heat welling up from deep within her. She could feel a warm wetness rising to the surface of her pussy, apparently seeking the warm wetness of Mike's tongue.

Fingers eased her lips apart, and Melanie gave a startled shriek when Mike's tongue dipped between them, first touching and then massaging her clitoris. She shrieked a second time, hands tangling in his hair, trying to pull him away from that sweet torture, but unable to do more than clutch him.

She shrieked a third time, her body screaming for attention as Mike continued to tease her clitoris, and she was almost sobbing with relief when he finally lifted his head.

She watched, trembling, as Mike eased her lips further apart, anticipation burning within her, because it wasn't his tongue that was invading her this time. She was hot and wet and ready for Mike as he drove firmly into her, her knees bending as she lifted her legs and wrapped them around him.

Mike pushed firmly into Melanie's willing body. Her soft flesh stretched and yielded, giving him the admittance he desired, folding firmly around him as he came. Mike moved steadily, not rushing but making sure that Melanie had time to adjust and accept, and Melanie repaid his patience by eagerly taking what he had to offer. Then he was home and Melanie's legs were closed around him, holding him there.

For a few long moments Mike stayed there, enjoying the feel of just being inside Melanie, while Melanie reciprocated, not trying to move but just enjoying the feeling of being mastered and taken.

Finally Mike gave a soft groan and pressed himself a little harder against Melanie, being rewarded by feeling Melanie press upward against him. He relaxed a little and then pressed again. Not really thrusting into her yet, just a gentle bit of pressure to help build the tensions between them.

Mike continued pressing against Melanie, feeling her matching the building rhythm. Now when he was relaxing, he was also pulling back a little, so that his gentle presses were becoming gentle thrusts. 

Then the gentle thrusts were coming slightly faster and the withdrawing was pulling back a bit further and the gentle thrusts were becoming not so gentle and Melanie could feel Mike driving into her hard and fast.

She had no complaints, she decided, about the size of his cock. It was certainly the right size to do what she wanted it to do right now. She relished its plunging drive into her, mourned when it slid away again, joyously greeted it when it vigorously returned.

Excitement was burning through her. Mike was again assaulting her breasts, and hot sensations were spreading out from her sensitive breasts and nipples, tantalising her with promises of things to come.

Mike continued to take his pleasure from Melanie, feeling her reactions and knowing he was giving as well as receiving. Melanie was bucking hard beneath him, matching his fervour, little grumbling sounds coming from her throat, gasps and half formed words.

Finally Mike was coming into her, his climax hitting with vicious force, causing him to groan as he slammed into Melanie. Feeling his release, Melanie gave a shriek, and felt herself being swept away by the flood he'd released.

When Melanie was feeling more herself she looked over at Mike, finding him already dressed. She sighed. Had she done that to hopefully appease Mike when Andy didn't have the money, or because she'd wanted to? She just didn't know.

She lay there, looking at Mike, wanting to ask about Andy and the five thousand, but not daring. She didn't have to she discovered.

Mike took a thick envelope from his pocket. 

"I won't stay and wait for Andy," he said. "I'll leave his winnings with you. I suggest you tuck it away somewhere safe. And tell Andy he should quit poker for a while. He isn't going to be that lucky twice running."

Mike left the envelope on the table and departed, leaving a stunned Melanie regarding the envelope. Andy, the son of a bitch, had won five thousand dollars and never even told her? She'd kill him.



The Debt



I owed Jimmy money. I won't get into why, or how much -- it's enough to say that I owed him, and there was no way I could pay it back. When he called I had no choice but to answer the phone. 

"Well?" he asked. No preliminaries. 

"I don't have it."

"Big surprise."

"I need more time. Please."

"I don't think so."

A frisson of fear rippled through me, and I felt my gut clench. "So what's going to happen?"

"We're going to have to work something out."

"What do you mean?"

"You can pay it off in trade."

"To you?"

His barking laugh reached my ear over the line. "You got a year?"

"Okay, so what then?"

"One night."

"One night of what?"

"Of anything. After that, you're free to go. You never see me again."

It seemed too good to be true. "You won't hurt me?"

"Well, not intentionally."

I bit my lip and took a deep breath. "Alright. I'll do it."

He gave me a time and address and hung up. 

~*~*~

He answered the door himself. It was your standard mid-rate motel room, located at the end of a long row and no doubt intentionally chosen for its remoteness from the rental office. 

"Take your clothes off in the bathroom and leave your bag and clothes there, then come back out."

I silently obeyed, sliding my skirt down to the white tile floor and unbuttoning my blouse with trembling hands. Naked, I caught my own eye in the mirror. A skittish, nervous woman with skin drawn tight in fear, face pale beneath the fluorescent lights. When I came out of the bathroom my hands came up to cover my breasts, flesh goose-pimpled in anticipation of Jimmy's eyes upon me. He didn't say a word, merely continued uncoiling the piece of rope that was draped over his thick forearm. 

"Have a seat on the bed," he said at last, barely glancing at me. I was so scared of what was going to happen to me that my stomach ached. The roughened fabric of the motel bedspread was cool against my bare ass and the lips of my pussy, and I pressed my knees tightly together and put my feet flat on the floor. 

"Lie back."

I did so, feeling my toes come up off the carpet. 

"Knees up. Grab your ankles."

I realized my eyes were closed. Whatever he was going to do to me, I didn't want to see him do it. 

"For God's sake, relax."

I opened my eyes, and saw him make a loop of rope. With deft movements he bound the length of my forearms alongside my calves.

"You can let go now, that should hold you." 

With a swift motion he leaned over and took hold of me, lifting my entire body as though I weighed nothing. He flipped me over onto my front, arranging me like a tripod with my knees spread wide and my ass in the air. My hair fell over my face, which was smashed down against the scratchy bedspread. A moment later one of the pillows from the bed was pushed beneath my head, relieving some of the pressure on my neck. With a little bit of wiggling I managed to put the pillow beneath my shoulders, shifting the weight of my upper body onto them. My face was still flattened against the bed, but at least my neck wasn't holding my entire body up. 

I felt a touch at my feet and jumped, terrified. Jimmy was pulling me back by my ankles, arranging me to his liking at the edge of the bed. I was horribly exposed, my bare ass open to the room and my hands bound to my ankles. 

-Oh God, oh God....what now?- There was a sound of movement, and Jimmy sat down in the stuffed chair beside the bed. He reached over and brushed the hair out of my face.

"What are you going to do to me?" I managed, my voice rasping in my throat. 

"I'm not going to do anything to you."

There was a tap on the door and he stood, moving out of my view. 

"Got the cash?"

"Right here."

"Go ahead, you're the first."

"Aw, fuck yeah."

The sound of a belt buckle being undone, then the unzipping of a fly. -Oh God, oh shit, fucking shit!- my brain screamed. I could scarcely move against my bindings, but every muscle in my body was tensed and quivering like plucked strings. 

"We bagging tonight?"

Jimmy must have shrugged, because I heard the sound of an anticipatory breath being sucked in through the stranger's clenched teeth.

I nearly jumped through the ceiling when he put his hand on my ass. "Whoa there," he said, taking one cheek and giving it a little slap. He trailed a finger down my crack, running it lightly across my asshole to graze the cleft between my labia. A second finger joined the first, pushing apart the folds and insinuating themselves into my pussy. The roughened fingertips explored my hole, then retreated. He spit into his hand and drew the warm, slick fluid over my mound from top to bottom. 

"Ready, baby?" he asked. Without pausing for an answer he moved against me, pressing the head of his cock against my cunt. I squeezed my eyes shut as he slid his length into me, pushing hard against the dry walls of my hole. 

"Shit, that is tight," he moaned, drawing back for another thrust. As he pushed his cock home he wrapped his hands around my hips, pulling my ass up against him and sinking his shaft in until I felt his balls slap against my pussy. I hadn't been ready for him at all; my dry cunt was pulled back and forth with each thrust, pulling the flesh in and out as he moved his cock along the narrow passage. I must have gotten wet -- maybe it was self defense -- because within a few moments he was gliding in and out, hard cock reaching new depths every time he pushed into me. 

"I knew you'd like it, baby," he groaned. His hands grasped my waist, shoving my ass back onto him with each thrust. Every time his cock hit home I felt it deep in my abdomen, as though I were being stabbed. It was a dull, repetitive ache. -I'm being fucked by a stranger.- My mind reeled. -He has his cock in me. His cock is inside me.-

I could feel my lower limbs going numb as he fucked and fucked, my hands tied at my ankles and my elbows at my knees. The scratchy bedspread was burning my knees where they were pressed hard against it, rubbing against the fabric with every movement. Time seemed to stand still as I rocked back and forth on his cock, up and down, in and out, in and out. And then he grabbed me tight, fucked me fast, and I felt his balls against my pussy as they spasmed, shooting his load deep inside me. 

"Fuuuuck," he moaned, body shaking.

He pulled his softening penis out, and from the corner of my eye I could see drops of white cum spilling out of my cunt and onto the drab, flowered coverlet, beading on top of the fabric then slowly sinking through the weave. 

Another knock on the door. 

"Just in time," Jimmy said to the newcomer. "Go for it."

Again the clink of a belt buckle coming undone, the sound of a zipper coming down. Another cock head was drawn up and down my pussy lips, searching for my opening. 

"Thanks for lubing her up, Joe." A chorus of laughter. 

The head of the newcomer's cock began to slide deeper, teasing against my clit and then dipping briefly into my cunt. It came out again with a sucking pop, then pushed back inside. After a couple of test thrusts, he pushed it all the way in with a groan. 

"Daaaamn."

This one put his hands on the tops of my thighs, lifting my ass and tilting it up towards him. He pushed me back hard against his pelvis with every thrust. His cock is different from the last one, I thought. Every time he pushed into me I felt the head of his cock drag along the back of my cunt, rubbing at the tender flesh that separated my pussy from my ass. His ballsack hung lower, too, smacking wetly against my mound. 

"That's it baby, that's it baby," he said, increasing his pace. It became a mantra as he wound up, balls pulling up against him as he got ready to come. When he finally did he came hard, fucking me so fast I thought he'd fuck me raw. I felt the cum this time too, a hot jet deep inside me. As he pulled his cock out a rivulet of cum made its way up my stomach, clinging to my belly as it ran downhill towards my breasts. 

My breasts. As I relaxed into my pose, ass high in the air, my shoulders sagged until the tips of my nipples just grazed the rough surface of the bedspread. When the anonymous man let go of my thighs my nipples swung down, making contact with the bed and sending a jab of shooting pleasure directly to my brain. -Don't enjoy this,- I begged myself. -Don't get turned on. Not now.-

I barely had time to think about it before another pair of hands grabbed me, pushing down on the small of my back to arch my ass even higher. My breasts pushed down against the bed, rubbing back and forth with every movement from behind. Another cock head, pushing at the opening to my cunt. When he pushed himself in I almost screamed. The cock was so big I felt like I was being torn in two. Pain shot up from my pussy, burning and stinging like nothing I'd ever felt. I gasped aloud. 

"I thought so," came a deep voice from behind me. "I wish I could stick around to see you try to walk tomorrow."

I made some inarticulate sound and bit my lip, squeezing my eyes shut and resisting the urge to get away from him. All I could do was clench my ass cheeks together in a vain effort to keep him from hitting me quite so hard, quite so deep. The enormous cock pulled all the way out, and I began to breathe -- until it slid all the way in again. I had never felt so full, so penetrated. I thought he'd turn me inside out with that enormous fucking cock. I sucked my breath in through my teeth, fighting back the pain. 

One broad hand spanned the small of my back, exerting constant downward pressure and crushing my breasts flat. The buds of my nipples rolled back and forth against the coverlet, dragging ceaselessly along until I thought I could take no more. Then the discomfort transformed into ecstasy, my breasts heaving as my breath quickened. 

"Holy shit, you're gonna get her off," came another, unfamiliar voice from behind me. 

-Don't cum. Don't cum.- I fought against the urge, concentrating on the pain that was splitting my pussy instead. I won out; the monster cock spilled its load deep inside me, and when he took it out of my cunt I felt almost bereft to lose its unbelievable girth, felt like my pussy must be yawning wide open behind it. More cum dribbled out, dropping onto the bedspread and running up my belly in a glistening, exploratory finger.

"Give her a minute," came Jimmy's voice. I struggled to catch my breath, and lay panting against the mattress. 

"Okay?" came another voice. 

"Okay."

A warm touch on my ass. Fingers spread across one cheek, leaving the thumb to nestle along the crack. Then he moved the entire hand downward, cupping the weight of my ass and drawing the pad of his thumb over the pucker of my asshole. I felt it clench at his touch, winking and pursing as it instinctively tightened against invasion. The thumb went on, rubbing a line between the lips of my pussy all the way to my clit, where it drew a lazy circle around the nub of sensitive flesh. 

"He almost had you there, didn't he?" came the voice. I closed my eyes and kept my mouth shut. His other hand brushed the hair back out of my face, although I still couldn't see him from the angle my head was smashed against the bed. He played with my clit a little, running his fingers lightly over it and slicking it with the other mens' cum. My breath hitched in my throat. 

Then his fingers moved to the opening of my pussy, teasing me by running them around the edge of the hole. He put both his thumbs in and stroked the inner walls, prompting me to clench my muscles against his digits. They pulled out, dripping with semen, and I felt the head of his cock against my opening. 

As he slid in I sighed in palpable relief, realizing that while he wasn't small, he was by no means as large as the cock I'd just taken. I relaxed, letting him fuck me just how he wanted, which was slow and deep. He caressed my ass as he did it, both hands sliding gently over the rounded flesh. Then that thumb ran down my crack again, coming to rest against my asshole and staying there, exerting just the slightest pressure against the puckered opening. I clenched up.

The thumb rested there innocently, however, and he kept fucking. Slowly I felt myself opening to him, the sphincter relaxing beneath his touch. The gentle digit rubbed ever so slightly back and forth over the tender pucker, and to my shock it felt incredible. The tip of his thumb began to slide up and down against my asshole, then subtly dipped in and out in time with his fucking. Soon his well-lubed digit was well inside, and I felt him slip it past the ring of muscle at my opening. I squeezed my ass shut against his thumb, and heard him sigh his approval as he fucked, beginning to speed up. His fingers spread across my ass cheek, and his thumb slid in and out of my ass with every thrust of his cock. The thumb curled, hooking itself against the ring of muscle and anchoring itself in my asshole. He twisted it around, sweeping the delicate flesh on the inside of my rectum. I came. 

-Fuck.- I came hard. My pussy clenched tight around his cock in spasming waves, and three mens' cum oozed out of my pussy to drip off his ballsack. I gasped for air, seeing stars as I reached the peak of my orgasm, and felt his thumb dig deeper into my ass to caress his own cock through the fleshy wall that separated the passages. -Oh, fuck! Oh, fuck!- I couldn't stop coming. I felt as though my body would fly apart, leaving nothing behind.

A moment later he came too, spilling himself inside my cunt. His thumb inside my ass rubbed hard, pushing him even further as he milked the cum out of his cock. When he slipped his finger out of my ass I felt empty, the ring of muscle seizing uselessly against the cold air of the room. He pulled out. 

"Well, Jimmy?" came another voice. "Can I change your mind with a little extra?"

I couldn't hear if Jimmy replied. Blood was still rushing in my ears. I felt pressure against my asshole, and for a moment wondered if he was going to try to make me come again. Seconds later I realized it was a cock, pressed snugly against the opening of my ass. I tried to close my legs, but they were propped open too solidly for me to shift them. I whimpered as the head of the cock pushed insistently against my ass. 

A hand came around to stroke my tingling clit, and for a moment I forgot the cock that was pressing against me -- in that moment, he pushed the head in. I felt my ass clench tight around him, virgin flesh burning in pain. He stopped with only the head inside, and rocked back and forth with infinitesimal motions, until to my surprise I felt his balls pressed up against the mouth of my cunt. I blinked back tears -- my ass stung like nothing I'd ever felt -- but he paused and rubbed my clit again until I felt myself relaxing back onto his cock. Soon all I felt was the unreal fullness of his rod up my ass, filling me in a way I'd never known. He pulled back, the flesh of his member caressing slowly against the inside of my rectum. I felt the head leave me, and my ass closed tight again before it was forced to give way to another assault. I squeezed my eyes shut and felt myself tensing up, leaning forward in an attempt to stop him from pushing himself home. Again, his fingers on my clit. Balls slapping against my pussy lips. His pelvic bone coming up hard against my ass cheeks as he invaded my ass as far as he could go. 

After a few more long, slow penetrative motions he stopped, his cock buried to the hilt in me. I sucked in a deep breath, taking advantage of the momentary reprieve. Then he put both hands around my waist, long fingers nearly meeting around the narrowest point of my torso. He grabbed me solidly with both hands, and then he pulled back and began to fuck me as hard as he could. 

A kind of scream tore silently through my brain as I took the brutal pounding, my entire body wracked with the force of his possession. I felt my cheek scrape roughly against the bedspread, tearing at the delicate flesh. My nipples dragged back and forth across the coarse polyester until I thought they would bleed. After only a few such violent plunges my asshole crossed from excruciating pain to a kind of throbbing numbness, and I dreaded to think of the damage he might be wreaking back there. My hair flew into my eyes and mouth, sticking in saliva-soaked strands to my tongue and lips. I bit at it, feeling the grit of it between my teeth as he fucked the living daylights out of me. 

I scarcely registered when he came, only noticing that when he pulled out I felt like an inside-out gym sock, hollow and filthy. When I opened one hesitant eye and looked past my hanging breast I saw a trickle of pink join the rivulet of cum that was crusting in layers on my belly. 

"Worth the extra," the voice said to Jimmy, and I heard the slap of cash on the table. 

"Who's next?" came Jimmy's deep voice. 

They fucked me. I don't know how many. They fucked me, one by one, each sliding into me through the lube of each others' sticky cum. Drops of their sweat fell onto the small of my back and traced a wet trail down my flesh to nestle between my anguished shoulder blades. My mouth was pressed into a puddle of drool that soaked the flowered coverlet beneath my head. My knees went completely numb, and my hands tingled with tiny pinpricks where they were bound to my ankles. 

With each successive fucking I felt myself floating farther and farther away from the misused, tortured body in which I existed. I thought of other things while man after man fucked my cunt raw. A few tried my asshole, ramming their cocks deep into the forbidden flesh until they shuddered their orgasm and spurted hot cum, one on top of another, until both my holes were filled to the brim. Cum was everywhere; it gave way to each new cock with a sickening sound deep in my body, then welled out of the confines of my orifices to smear across the lips of my pussy, drip hesitantly off of my clit or run seeking down my belly to the cleft between my dangling breasts. With each thrust I felt the crusted semen crack and reform anew on the canvas of my flesh, a shattered mosaic of the leavings of men. 

It seemed like hours had passed before the door stopped swinging, the men stopped coming. From outside the fluorescent glow of the porch lamp fought its way through the heavy drawn curtains, and the buzz of moths and whine of cicadas signaled the depth of the night. 

Jimmy was sitting in the chair beside the bed. He was counting money, stacking bills neatly on the faux-wood table beside him. I watched his methodical movements as though hypnotized, not caring who I was or what happened to me next. 

-Jimmy's going to fuck me.- 

The thought appeared suddenly, seemingly from nowhere. At once something welled inside me, and after all I'd been through my psyche broke; if Jimmy fucked me now, I'd lose it. Not one more. Not -one- more. 

Jimmy stood up, and I shut my eyes tight. I felt the heat of his body as he bent over me, his chest pressing tight against my aching back. He reached back, fumbling at his pants. A jingle of metal against metal. He's going to fuck me, and there's nothing I can do about it. I wondered if he'd fuck my ass or my pussy -- or both. 

I collapsed like a rag doll onto the bed. The ropes had been neatly severed and there was Jimmy, utility knife in hand, tugging at my bonds. My tormented body sagged weakly, unaccustomed to liberty. Air forced its way out of my lungs savagely as my ribs hit the mattress. 

"Take a shower," he said, tossing a towel over me. Joints popping with every movement, I stood up. When my knees gave way beneath me he made no move to assist me, simply stepping aside as I steadied myself with a hand splayed across the sopping mattress. 

In the bathroom I felt at my face, noted the subtle swelling and deep creases on the side where my head had pressed into the bed. One eye was nearly swollen shut. The pink of my areolas was marred by angry red burns where the coverlet had scratched deep into the tender skin. My knees were oozing crimson blood, which joined the trickling stream of red-white fluid dripping from my crotch. 




The Debt



Gingerly I turned on the water and stepped in, wincing at the sting of water pummeling my shoulders. I wet my hair and stood directly beneath the stream, water flowing into my nose and mouth until I spit it out again in bubbling spumes. 

Minutes passed in blissful abstraction. I leaned against the tile and let the stream run over me. I counted my breaths, the rise and fall of my chest. An hour could have passed, for all I was aware. My fingers and toes wrinkled and my muscles fell slack at last. 

I was so engrossed that at first I didn't notice that I wasn't alone. A shadow fell across the frosted glass, and I watched silently as it was pushed aside on its rails. 

Jimmy was enormous, stripped bare and skin covered in grainy amateur tattoos. Prominent muscles, once feared, flexed beneath his tawny flesh as he stepped over the wall of the bathtub. I blinked water out of my eyes and glanced down, taking in the hanging cock that sprung from a deep nest of curly hair between his legs, the balls dangling heavily below. I forced my eyes upward and found his eyes fixed on my face, his expression drawn tight over the angles of bones beneath. His dark eyes were unreadable. 

He stepped forward and I stepped back, coming up hard against the tile and gouging my back on the soap dish. He reached for me, wrapped his arms around me. His soft cock pressed against my navel, and my cheek pressed tight against the expanse of his chest. Warm water ran over our bodies, pooling in the hollows where we were joined before falling in cascades over the terrain of our flesh. His heart beat wildly against my ear. 

With slow, deliberate motions he stepped back just enough to bring one hand up to my chin, tilting it upwards as he bent his head down. I saw his dark, impenetrable eyes for only a moment before the lids fell over their orbs and his lips pressed gently against mine. 

A tiny sound escaped me; a whimper that welled from deep in my chest and escaped my body to sough into his mouth. I felt the hand that had lifted my chin return to its place behind my back, surrounding me in his embrace. I was too exhausted to fight him, too beaten to care. He kissed me langorously, as though we had all the time in the world to stand together beneath the pounding water and explore one another's lips. I gave in to him, did what he wanted. It was easy. It felt so, so sweet. 

The water on my back grew cold, but the flesh pressed against my front radiated heat as though from a stone heated by the sun. I tried to step back but my toes swung above the porcelain; Jimmy had lifted my entire body to meet his kiss, and I hadn't even noticed. He felt me squirm and abandoned my lips, carrying me bodily over the edge of the tub and depositing me, dripping wet, with delicate solicitude onto the second bed. I sank against the mattress, conforming my spine into it with blessed relief at its support. 

Naked and sopping, Jimmy lay down beside me. We lay side by side, untouching, staring at the uneven paint of the stucco-coated ceiling. 

"You're done," he said suddenly. "Paid in full."

Tears welled stinging to my eyes, and the stucco blurred. 

"Fuck you, Jimmy," I swore, squeezing my eyelids tightly together and feeling streams of hot tears run out.

"Yeah," he said. "I know."

My eyes struggled to focus on the ceiling above, and the light from the bedside lamp seemed unbearably bright. I closed my eyelids against the glare, and felt myself slipping away from consciousness. If only I could rest for a moment, I could get out of here and go home...

When I woke, it was to the sensation of warm breath on my ear. Jimmy's massive arm was draped heavily across me, his hand clutching my shoulder and face pressed against my temple. Lifting my head, I caught his cock twitching in his sleep, leaping tentatively from the springy pubic hair below. His bare toes were curled. 

I extracted myself delicately from Jimmy's arms and slipped out of the bed. My clothes were folded neatly on a chair, and I tugged them on blindly. Finally I fished into my bag and checked for my wallet and keys. As I closed the door behind me the latch clicked home, locking me out. Each step a struggle, I walked directly to my car, got behind the wheel, and drove home through the eerie silence of the pre-dawn city. Soon sunrise poured through my windshield, painting the sky with harlot's colors. 

True to his word, I never saw Jimmy again.



The Debt



Renee was the sort of girl that our office rarely gets as an intern. The technology sector tends to pull in a certain kind of person, so to see a bright, bubbly, pretty girl being led around on her first day certainly played against type. She settled in quickly though, and I grew to look forward to seeing her around in the office.

At 19, Renee's skin had a luminescent quality. Her eyes always seemed to draw me in without her making the slightest effort. She was short, no more than 5'2", and had soft, wavy brown hair that just touched her shoulders. What caught my look the most though, especially when she wasn't looking, were the soft curves of her body. There was no doubt that she had a very ample chest, and I loved watching her hips sway as she walked. Oftentimes as she walked away, I cursed the conservative office dress code.

Renee and I did not interact very much in the business sense. Being over 30 years her senior, I was kept busy by overseeing my staff and coordinating projects; she was kept busy filling staff mailboxes and emptying coffee filters. Still, her glowing smile was always a welcome relief from the day. As her time in the office continued, I increasingly found myself getting my coffee at the same time that Renee was in there. The kitchen nook was off to the side, private yet accessible. Our conversations had always been about nothing, of course—the weather, her studies, looking ahead to whatever time off there might be, and so forth.

Until the one Friday after lunch that things were very different.

I entered the kitchen nook, coffee cup in hand, to see Renee. Her back was turned, and my eyes crawled over her delicious, plump rear end... until I realized that she was on the phone. The conversation was heated, with sharp, hushed tones adding to the tension.

"So what am I supposed to do?" Renee hissed into the phone. There was a pause while the other person spoke unsatisfactorily. "Fine!" Renee responded. "By Monday!" She put down her phone and let out a world-weary sigh, then turned around. She looked shocked that I was there.

"Is everything alright, Renee?" I asked.

She sighed, her usually happy, cheery face filled with worry. "Oh it's nothing. Just... nothing."

I motioned to the table, wordlessly suggesting she sit. "Please, tell me."

She sat, taking a deep breath. "It's money stuff. I'm behind on my rent and... well, now I'm out of my place. Out as of right now. I don't have a lot of things... my landlord has packed them up and they're in the basement of my building...." Tears filled her large brown eyes eyes as she continued, speaking faster and faster. "I have until Monday to pick my stuff up which is great except I have no idea where to go and no money for a new place and not even a hotel and I don't know what I'm doing when I leave here!"

Tears spilled down Renee's round cheeks, her eyes big and watery. I put my hand on hers and looked into those sad, beautiful eyes. "Renee, listen to me." She nodded, the tears slowing. "You aren't going to be out on the street tonight. You can stay with me, and we'll get things sorted out. Alright?"

Renee nodded, causing more tears to spill out. But she smiled and I told her everything would be fine.

When the work day ended, I went to discretely give her my address so that she could drive over. There was a slight pause from Renee, then she explained that she took the bus to work. Being a boss, and a well-compensated one at that, one forgets that interns are at the bottom of the heap. I would obviously have to drive her myself. We made our way to my car and I drove home—home being a well furnished apartment high up in a building located in a very good part of the city.

We ate a quick dinner, and during it I could see that Renee's energy was fading fast. It had clearly been a long and difficult day for her. I pointed her towards the bathroom so that she could take a shower. I turned my attention towards making sure the spare bedroom was ready for her. But I hadn't left her alone for more than a minute when I heard her sheepishly clear her throat behind me. I turned around.

Renee had a blushing grin on her face. "So... I'll need to borrow some clothes. I just have what I wore to work today."

"I'm sure we have something around here to suit you," I responded. I gave her a terrycloth robe for starters and told her I would leave her more in the spare bedroom. In all truth, I wasn't exactly sure what I would give her. Having been divorced for a few years, there was precious little in the spacious apartment that was not solely mine.

After Renee's shower, she returned to the spare bedroom to find the best I could do: an old, comfortable t-shirt of mine and a pair of plaid green shorts that my daughter must have left the last time she visited. I heard her go into the bedroom and shut the door. Soon enough, she came out still in the bathrobe—presumably with the nighttime clothes beneath. She was carrying a pile of other clothes. "If I could just throw my work clothes into your washer?"

I pointed her towards the laundry room and retired to the living room to read for a bit. After a few minutes, Renee reappeared and sat next to me. We sat in a very comfortable silence for a bit, then she spoke again, her voice quiet and smokey.

"I really am appreciative that you are helping me out," she said quietly. She looked up at me, her large dark eyes pulling me in. "I need you to know that," she added. I opened my mouth to respond that I was only too happy... but I stopped. Renee's hand was on my leg. She blushed, and her hand started to move upwards. "Please," she said, her voice rising a bit in pitch, "let me show you."

Then the curvy 19-year-old's hand was at my zipper, pulling down. She broke eye contact with me; I suspected it was less to watch her handiwork and more to fight against the glow of embarrassment that was spreading on her face. Quickly, my hardening penis was out, her thumb slowly spreading the leaking precum. Then she started to move her soft hand up and down, up and down, slowly and softly. It felt as though she was luxuriating in the act, making sure that every movement of her hand was felt by me.

"Renee, you are very good at that," I murmured into her still-drying hair. It smelled wonderful.

She responded almost automatically. "Thank you. I've had a lot of practice." Her words hung in the air a moment, then I felt her nestle her head into my chest. She was clearly feeling a flush of shame from having admitted that, despite her youth, she was no stranger to having a man's cock in her hand. She was no stranger in knowing what to do with it.

I put my arm around her, feeling her body warmth through the terrycloth robe. She picked up speed very slightly; clearly her experience had taught her that men like to take such things at a proper pace, as opposed to some boyish race to climax. My hand rested on her shoulder for a moment, but I realized that I wanted more. I tugged at the front of the robe, and Renee took my meaning. She undid the belt of the robe with her free hand. Not once did she stop pleasing my hardness with her occupied hand.

I pulled the robe open, revealing Renee's curves under the loaned t-shirt and shorts. I had not realized how old the white t-shirt was until I saw how her large, round breasts strained against the thin material. Her nipples, small, pink and hard, were visible; the shirt was snug against her curves like a second skin. I reached for one of her breasts, feeling its warmth and weight as it filled my hand. I ran my thumb lazily across her nipple, feeling that it was very hard. She must have liked the feeling. She groaned quietly in satisfaction and sped up with her hand.

But we men quickly want to play with the next toy. My hand slid down her side, towards her bottom. I pressed my fingertips tight against her side, knowing exactly what I wanted next. When my fingers met the band of Renee's shorts—well, the shorts left by my daughter—they pushed under. My fingers slid onto her naked skin, drawing across her plump, perfect rear end. I felt her body tense up as I palmed a cheek; this time it was my turn to groan, a sign that her curves met my approval. Feeling her body relax, I knew I had read her tension and small lack of confidence properly. 

Renee was making the lust in me build and build, while dulling my sense of being proper. I watched my hand under the shorts, feeling her ass, squeezing it, seeing the hint of the crack between her round cheeks as it descended under those borrowed shorts. She continued pleasing me with her hand, showing nothing but focus from her downturned head. That was, of course, until I took one good grab at her butt. It resulted in two things. One was that I parted her cheeks. The other was that Renee let out the most delicious, high, girlish coo.

With that, I knew I needed much more from this young beauty. My hand slid up her back, to the collar of the t-shirt. I grabbed at it. In one fluid motion, I lightly pulled and she sat up; then with my other arm, I lightly pushed on her shoulder. The result was that she easily flopped face down onto the couch. Her right hand, slick with my precum, rested on her hip, offering mute testimony to the desire and passion in the air. I stood, and Renee looked back at me through the soft brown curls half covering her face.

Smirking a bit, showing newfound confidence, she said, "Well that sped up quickly!" She looked down to my erection and half smiled, biting her lip. The girl was being coy and felt in control. Deep seeded instincts told me that I did not like her feeling that way. My hands went to the small of her back. My fingers hooked into the waistband of those green shorts and pulled—pulled hard. She let out a soft cry of enthusiastic surprise, and was now naked from the waist down. I threw the shorts aside and gave a soft smack to her fleshy rear end. I suspected she was used to smacks there.

"Up," was all I said. Having proper instincts, Renee knew exactly what I meant: she lifted her ass up, drawing her knees under her. It only accented the natural beauty to the curve of her ass. I kneeled on the couch behind her, and she let out a soft, barely audible sigh. "Reach back," I said pointedly. "Spread yourself."

The air felt thick and heavy as she did just as she was told. Her hands came back, slowly pulling her cheeks apart. I was delighted, but unsurprised, to see that her moist, plump lips were hairless. How perfect and proper she was down there. I started to lean forward, and I could tell she anticipated me entering her pussy soon. But taking my cock in hand, my eyes moved upwards a bit—to the dark pinkness of that I suspected she had less often offered up. 

I pressed the head of my cock against her asshole.

"Oh!" she called out, her face turning around to me. "Hey, that's—"

"I know," I interrupted. I pressed harder, seeing my head just start to push into her ass. It was as beautiful a sight as could be imagined.

"Goddd," she said through gritted teeth, her head still half-turned towards me. The start was always the toughest. "Godddd goddd godd..." she repeated, her voice trailing off, getting quiet. Then she whispered: "Please stop. Please...."

I slowed my entry, speaking in a direct, confident voice. "What did you say, Renee?"

I saw then exactly what I hoped for: her head lowered, her shoulders relaxed, her face pressed into the couch cushion. It was basic, heartfelt, animal submission. I repeated myself. "What did you say, Renee?"

She kept her head down but turned her, her chin and mouth pushing through the brown curls that covered her face. "Please... please keep going."

I continued pushing in. I saw her mouth first grimace, then let out a relieved smile once the head of my cock was fully in her. "There's a good girl. Take a moment, sweetie." I paused a moment, letting her muscles adjust I ran a hand up her bare lower back. When I reached the bottom of the t-shirt, I pushed it up as best I could. She obliged for the front, letting her big chest free, allowing me to palm a beautiful, hanging breast. Then, without being told, her hands returned to her ass, keeping herself spread wide for me.

Then I started to properly take Renee's ass, pushing in and out of her in a steady pace. Perhaps she would have been more comfortable with me going slower, giving her more time to adjust. I didn't care, and she didn't speak up. Her ass felt wonderful. It was tight, and her whole body would quiver with each thrust in. I pushed into her harder, making her body unstable on the couch. In an unspoken, unplanned tandem, she moved her hands off her butt to steady herself just as my hands went to her hips. I grabbed at her, keeping her obscenely spread open for me. I looked down, reveling in the sight of my cock pushed into this girl's ass.

Renee had been quiet to begin with, but after she steadied herself, I saw one hand disappear under her body. The naughty girl started to touch herself, and that ignited in her a new level of energy. She was now moving with me, her quiet gasps and grunts filling the air alongside my own. 

I leaned forward, one hand steading myself on her ass, the other needing to feel her breast. I closed my fingers around her nipple, softly tugging at it. I felt her sink further into the couch. She now had one hand between her legs, and her other... met mine, holding my hand tightly as I pulled at her soft, tender breast. We held hands warmly as I fucked her in the ass.

Renee panted and spoke. "I'm going... I'm getting close." I could only deeply grunt in response. I was getting close too. I leaned up, using one hand to push against the small of her back to elevate myself. The message was clear. Stay put. My hands moved to her ass again, pulling her open, letting me push deeper than before. She raised her head, moaning through her hair. I felt the urge rising. Not just the urge to cum—the urge to mark this 19-year-old as mine.

I took her ass, speeding up, faster and faster. I could feel her fingers inside her pussy, going almost as fast. I could feel myself swelling, getting very close—and with that swelling, Renee started to cry out again. "Fuck! It hur... it feels goo.... Ddd—"

With that, her body started to shake. Looking down at this girl, her delicious curves moving with each thrust inside her ass, I came. I came hard, blindingly hard, and could barely hear her crying out with orgasm as well. As I opened my eyes again and looked down, Renee's body was still convulsing, her face buried in the couch pillow, little moans of pleasure escaping from her mouth. I stayed in her for a few moments, my hands now lovingly caressing her bottom. She looked positively beautiful as she caught her breath, her body sweaty, her hair a mess. 

I patted Renee's bottom one more time then pulled out. Her soft moans of small discomfort and great pleasure brought a smile to my face. I stood up, and walked to the other end of the couch. She was still breathing heavy; her eyes were still closed. I kissed her forehead through her hair. "We'll talk in the morning, sweetheart."

I headed to bed, but not before Renee, naked, taken, spent and indebted to me, spoke. "Thank you... for everything."

As I closed my bedroom door, the girl still recovering in my living rom, I smiled. We had quite a weekend ahead of us.



The Debt



Bridget pushed her hand into his jacket and found his bare chest. She was obviously playing with his nipples and running her hand over his muscular chest. Her other hand was in tangled in his hair. As Rick explored her body Bridget's arousal grew and her kisses went into overdrive. I watched as Rick broke away and stood in front of her. He opened his jacket and dropped it to the floor. His hands went to the waistband of his pants. I couldn't watch any longer.

Seconds passed and I heard Bridget gasp. Max licked his lips and grinned. He mouthed the words, "You have just lost your lady."

Rick whispered, "I take it you like what you see. Now get on your knees and give me some head."

I tried to shut out the sounds but every sound seemed to explode into my ears. I heard slurping, groans, and moans. Finally Rick told her to stop or eat his cream. Apparently she stopped.

Rick said, "I want to see if that cunt tastes as good as it looks."

He must have made that determination because the next sounds were her whimpering and begging him to go on. Several minutes passed and then sounds that seemed to be them climbing onto the bed. 

Then her pleading, "It's so big. Go slow."

More silence. Then,"Damn you're tight."

Several minutes passed and Bridget began crying. Heavy sobs gave way to, "It's never been like this. I'm cumming over and over. "

"Fuck me harder; harder with that big cock. Bury it deep, Oh yes that's what I want!"

I looked into the mirror and watched as this man was thrusting into my wife. My dick was hard and I could see that Max was rubbing his though his pants. 

Knowing that those in the other room were too busy to hear us he offered, "She'll be back for more. She's going to crave that big cock. They always do. He's big and he knows how to use it."

The next sounds were Bridget screaming her orgasm. I had never heard that kind of response from our lovemaking. 

Several minutes went by. The only sounds were sighs and passionate kissing.

I could hear some whispering but couldn't make out the words. I looked up at the mirror and saw them holding each other. Bridget was caressing his powerful penis. It was semi-erect and the size of the thing was awesome. Rick kissed her and groped her breasts. He lovingly caressed her face, brushed a curl from her eye, kissed her gently and rolled off the bed. He put on his smoking jacket and walked to the doorway. Looking at me with a smirk he instructed Max to take me home and to have Jorge bring a bottle of chilled Prosecco and two glasses.

"Bridget will be staying the night."

Max rose and pulled me up. Rick smiled, rubbed his balls through his jacket and returned to the bed where Bridget was reclining. Max led me through the bedroom and stopped at the end of the bed. Bridget had her eyes closed. Her legs were spread wide and copious streams of semen ran from her gaping vagina. Her nether lips were swollen and red. She looked satisfied and pleased with herself.

He smacked me on the back and said, "That's one sexy lady that you used to have." 

He laughed and pushed me toward the door leading to the hallway.

The ride home was fraught with images of Rick pushing into my wife and her being sexually fulfilled like never in her life. Max took great pleasure in torturing me by constantly reminding me of Bridget's powerful orgasm. 

We pulled into my driveway. I opened the limo door and started out.

Max said, "I'll bring her worn out pussy home to you tomorrow. That is if she still wants to come home."

Then he laughed.

The rest of the night was spent trying to find relief in sleep. It would elude me. The erotic thoughts would cling to my psyche. Though I was ashamed I couldn't stop these thoughts, these images, and these visions of Bridget in every sort of sexual activity. My dick was stiff off and on all night. Even masturbating over and over my arousal was so high that an erection would return almost immediately. I was sore but ached for release.

At six I gave up and went to the bathroom and took a hot shower followed by an ice cold rinse. The extremes of temperature invigorated me but did nothing to relieve the erotic feelings I was experiencing. I put on the coffee and wondered what time today Bridget would come through the door. The hours went slowly. I wanted her to return and let our life return to what we had before this mess. That's what I kept telling myself. But the truth was I wanted to hear what she had done and felt with her lover. I wanted to share vicariously in her ecstasy. 

Two thirteen. She opened the door and my heart leapt. She came to me and fell into my arms. Never could I remember her holding me so frantically. Her body shook with her sobs. I touched her face and lifted her to my lips. My kiss was soft and, I hoped, reassuring. 

I pulled her tight and whispered, "I love you more than you can ever know. Thank you for what you did for me."

She buried her face into my chest. She had still not spoken. We remained like this for a very long time. No words and no movement. Damn she felt so good in my arms.

I pulled back to look at her. Her hair was down but neatly combed and pulled back from her face. There was no sign of the style from the day before. Her dress was crumpled and her legs were bare. As always her makeup was immaculate except for the streaks formed from her recent tears. Her eyes were red from crying. She was so beautiful to me. 

I took her hand and offered, "Let's go sit in the family room. Can I get you anything?"

She forced a smile and shook her head no.

We sat together without words. I kissed her several times but she never returned my kiss and never spoke. Eventually she fell asleep with her head on my shoulder and my arm around her. It was then that I noticed her wedding rings were gone.

Slowly I removed my arm and slipped out from next to her. I lowered her to lie on the sofa. After covering her with the afghan I went to our bedroom. My mind was whirling. What had happened? I had no clue. Only something very traumatic could have caused the kind of emotion that she displayed. What had happened to her rings? The guilt that I had experienced earlier now manifested itself many fold. My cowardliness had caused her this anguish. 

I stayed in the bedroom until she awoke and came looking for me. When she sheepishly slipped in the room and sat next to me she had rested and had managed to get her emotions under control. Still she couldn't look at me. She wrung a tissue and looked at the floor.

I choked out a question. "Can you tell me what's so wrong?"

She replied in a raspy voice, "I am so ashamed."

"What do you mean? Why are you ashamed? I'm the one that got us in this mess. If anyone should be ashamed it should be me."

Her voice wavered "I'll try to explain. After you told me what Rick wanted. I called Jennie and confided in her. I was furious that you would ask me to sleep with another man. 

When she heard who, she giggled and told me, "Girl friend, that man is one hell of a stud. I would jump his bones any day. Steve and I saw him at a restaurant several months ago. Damn he is hot. Gorgeous and built. Steve said he saw him at the club a while back. He says that they happened to be in the locker room at the same time. Steve was changing after a round of golf and Mr. Handsome was going to the showers after tennis. Steve says every guy in the room watched in awe as he strode to the showers with his big cock swaying. Steve says he is hung like a bull."

"I started thinking about what Jennie said and decided that being with him could be a thrill of a lifetime, I would go screw him until he begged for mercy and get some kind of revenge on you and get something for myself in the bargain."

I offered, "So like I said I'm the bad guy here."

She finally looked at me and then turned away," That's for sure. At least at that point in time that's what I felt. But that's not the problem now; well, not all of it anyway."

I reached out and touched her arm. She pulled away and hugged herself.

"I'm a slut whore! I let Rick use me in every way he could think of and anything he didn't think of I did. I totally fell in lust with him. The worst part is that by the time Max helped me out of the limo I wanted to get back in and go back to Rick's bed."

I wheezed, "Oh."

My guilt slammed me in the gut. I knew that I had to confess that her being with him was my most erotic experience ever. But how would she take it. She was experiencing regret and it was so serious to her. Here I was looking at it as a lark.

After some amount of thought I decided to bring it all out in the open. This would be the watershed of our marriage. It would fail or grow based on how we handled it.

"Bridget, I love you more than life itself. My behavior has been disgusting. I was and am jealous beyond anything I have ever felt. But at the same time while I listened and watched you with him I was so aroused that I couldn't wait to get home to relieve myself. The whole night I constantly fantasized about you being fucked by a man that you found so much pleasure with. How could you not be attracted to him he is gorgeous, if that adjective could apply to a man. I witnessed firsthand his body and his equipment. I heard how you responded to his lovemaking. I had never known you to have an orgasm like you did with him. When they took me away I hesitated at the bed where you lay with your legs spread and his cum running from your opening. Your vagina was gaping from being pounded with his big cock. Your eyes were closed and you looked so satisfied and pleased. I was relieved that you didn't seem to be distraught for being subjected to a horrible experience. Not many women can say that they have experienced sexual fulfillment such as you just had. So don't regret having taken pleasure from him. You were not unfaithful because you went to his bed to save my ass. You went to his bed and you enjoyed him and that's okay."

Her eyes brightened and she slipped her arms around me. Her kiss on my forehead was followed by a sigh and, "I guess that's one of the reasons that I love you. I feel a little better now. Thanks for being here for me. Now if only you could make my pussy stop burning. Rick has rubbed it raw with that cock." Then she giggled and got up and went into the bathroom.

I followed her with a throbbing erection. I had fantasized about having my turn with her as soon as she got home. Now I was not so sure that was going to happen.

I stood behind her as she took off her dress. She had apparently left her underwear at Rick's place. I could tell she wanted to shower. It had been a long and active two days. 

What the hell I thought. So out with it I came.

"Bridget sweetheart, I have this condition. Actually I have wanted to have sex with you for two days now and all that has happened has made my condition unbearable. Is there any way you could help me?"

She turned and smiled at the tent in my pants.

"Now that appears to be a very hard problem. I suppose you have tried to take care of it yourself."

I grinned, "Yeh, several times, but it just keeps coming back."

She looked thoughtful, rubbed her chin and snapped her fingers, "Why don't you go back in the bedroom and wait for the Naughty Nurse to come to your rescue."

I didn't hesitate. I was naked by the time I was halfway to the bed.

When she walked through the doorway she had tied a small bath towel around her neck and it draped down mostly hiding her breasts but didn't quite reach her slick shaven vagina. I choked up with emotion. The Naughty Nurse was a sex game we had played since the first months of our marriage. That she could play now was overwhelming to me. Damn I loved this luscious woman.

The Naughty Nurse came to my side, posed with her hand on her hip and asked, "What seems to be the problem young man?"

My reply was always, "Well mam, you see I have this condition. This little pointy thing gets hard and points straight out. I can't seem to get it to get it to relax and hang down like it's supposed to.

Her response, "Yes well let me examine it. Ahah! It is a common malady. I've taken care of this many times. You see It is dry and in need of saliva. Should I administer the saliva treatment? I must warn you the treatment is very expensive and has been known to be addictive."

I sat on the edge of the bed and grinned, "Oh yes I have great insurance so that won't be a problem, I am very strong willed so I am sure that I can handle the addiction."

Bridget dropped to her knees and took me in her mouth. Her lips wrapped around my hardness and pressed down engulfing the entire length in her throat. My hips bucked involuntarily as she bobbed her head. Her tongue massaged the underside as it sipped in her mouth. I knew this game wouldn't last long. I think we both had her sex with Rick raging in our minds. I was thinking of nothing else. I wondered if she was fantasizing that she was again sucking his big cock instead of my more familiar dick.

In only a few short minutes I could feel the orgasm bubbling deep in my prostate. Semen began traveling from my balls and joined with the load of stuff racing from my prostate. Bridget was expert and experienced at blowing me. She knew as soon as I did when I was about to shoot. Always she made her own decision as to take it in her mouth or to pull off and spray it on her breasts. Those two choices were the only ones she had ever used. This time was different. She pulled off and directed the streams of the stuff on her face. Her hand jerked me until there was nothing left to give.

She smiled up at me as she licked the semen that had splashed near her mouth.

"Did you like that finish?"

I grinned and complemented, "I liked all of it. The new finish was erotic as hell too."

I thought you might. Rick likes to cover my face in his hot cream. So I guess all men like it."

That was another open mention of her experiences with Rick. She seemed at ease in relating this new activity that they had shared. I wanted to hear a recount of the entire time they were together. That would come later. Now was the time for just us. She obviously liked having semen on her so I used my hands to spread the silky stuff over her face and breasts. I paid special attention to her breasts. When I finished she sucked the remnants from my fingers.

How erotic it was when I kissed her. My kisses didn't neglect. I maneuvered down from her lips to her neck and then to her ears. When I reached her breasts I continued to relish the taste of my semen and I suspected remnants of Rick's as well. I continued down, only briefly hesitating at her navel, until my lips sought her clit. When I tried to nibble and suck on her little bud she closed her legs and stopped me.

She begged,"Please Marty don't. I'm not clean. His semen is still in there. Besides I'm really sore." 

Reluctantly I gave in to her request and moved back up and pulled her to me. Silently and gently I caressed her until she fell back asleep. Engulfed in her warmth I surrendered to my fatigue and joined her in welcome sleep.

When I awoke she was still sleeping and breathing heavily. As she slept I gazed at her beautiful face. At times she smiled and then licked her lips. Then her expression would turn to a grimace and a whimper escaped her lips.

My arm had grown numb and I needed to move to rid the needles. When my arm slid from under her she jolted and cried out. Quickly I embraced her and pulled her to me.

"It's okay Bridget. It's okay. I'm here."

Tears ran down her cheeks and her body shook but no sounds accompanied her crying. Several minutes passed before she regained her control. 

She looked away and said, "I guess you want to hear everything."

My reply confirmed her assumption.

Her story began, "You probably have noticed by now that I am not wearing my rings. Rick took them off and said as long as I was fucking him I was his and that any symbol that indicated otherwise he would not tolerate."

"Rick started out being a tough arrogant jerk. You say you saw and heard our first time. He demanded me to perform. But as our sexing moved along he became kind and considerate. As he moved in me he kissed my breasts and nibbled, gently, on my nipples. He moved to my lips when my moans told him of my excitement. Our kisses were so erotic. I really can't express the feelings that we seemed to share."

The room fell silent for a full minute. It was as though she was reliving the moment. I let her take her time. I feared that if I pressed her she would refuse to tell me all that I needed to hear.

Finally she continued, "It was going really well. I was getting close when he stopped and rolled me on top and pulled my legs toward him so I could control the speed and power of the thrusts. Both of us were thrusting. I had been meeting his from early on. He pulled me down onto his chest. Once again he stopped. He forced me to stop by gripping my behind with both hands. I wanted, no, I needed release and I struggled for more." 

Bridget's lips curled into a broad smile as she described what followed, "When I relaxed he moved his hands to the back of my head and pulled me close. He whispered, "You are a fabulous and beautiful woman." Then he kissed me softly. We were joined in a wonderful way. I again became so aroused that I twisted and pushed and drove my tongue into his mouth. He responded by pushing me off and climbing behind me. He pulled my behind up and drove into me hard and began to pound into me like nothing that I have ever experienced. At first it hurt as he was hitting me so hard. But then my orgasm began and it was all I could feel. What you heard was the result of the most powerful orgasm that I had ever experienced. His came almost immediately. He pushed in and held fully engulfed. His whole body shook and jerked as he ejaculated. The force was unbelievable. As he softened he withdrew and lay beside me. He sighed and looked at the ceiling for a bit and then turned to me and kissed me gently and told me that I was special. More special than anyone he had been with in a very long time. We cuddled and kissed for several minutes.

Then he asked. I swear he asked me to stay the night. He said, "I want you to stay but only if you really want to."

I told him the truth, "I can't think of anything I would like more."

"He smiled and jumped out of the bed, put on his jacket and left the room. I closed my eyes and totally relaxed thinking about how the night was going to unfold. Yes I was satisfied and warmth overtook me unlike any afterglow ever."

"When he returned to my side we cuddled like lovers. We caressed and kissed for what must have been an hour. My arousal surprised me. Once is usually all that I want. But he brought out an exhilaration that I had never..."

At this point she paused for several minutes. She was again reliving the experience.

Her telling continued, "The next time we fucked was just as fantastic. Each time that I thought, that was the last one, he would switch on and transport me to wanting him in me again."

"I think we did it four times counting just before he sent me home. Each time was different but just as satisfying."

After a long pause she bent to my lips and kissed me with a love that was what I really needed at that point.

"I'm sorry but you asked. I love you and our lovemaking has always been wonderful. Last night with Rick was not lovemaking. It was about relishing our bodies and finding pleasure to the extreme. Rick can find places and ways to pleasure like no ordinary man. Perhaps a part of it was that it was outside the bounds of our marriage. Whatever caused it is not as important as the experience. I'll be honest. I look forward to next Friday evening. I will give you as much oral loving that you want. Rick made it clear that my pussy belongs to him now" 




The Debt



Next time with Rick...