0 comments/ 39510 views/ 4 favorites Money Talks By: motatin I would like to think that if I had not been so fucking horny at the time it never would have happened, but who knows. It one of those nights right from the getgo. After dinner, my husband Hank came up behind me and started feeling me up and dry humping the crack of my ass while I was doing the dishes. We wound up grabbing a quickie on the floor of the den. Hank got his rocks off, but as usual he was too fast and I did not. Hank said that he would take care of me later, but first he had a new thingamabob for the car he wanted to install. Here I was, left hanging again. I went and rinsed Hank's goo off in the shower, and got to playing with myself. I got pretty turned on, but I just couldn't make it over the top. Feeling bitchy mad I dried off and grabbed my robe and went down to the den. I could hear Hank banging on the car out back in the garage. I turned on the boob tube and sat down, half pissed and more than half hot and bothered. I sucked down a beer, reached inside my robe and began diddling my clit. Suddenly I heard a knock at the front door. "Oh shit," I said to myself. I closed up my robe as I walked to the front door. It turned out to be this guy Eddie who works with Hank, standing on the front stoop smiling his smarmy smile at me. "Hey ", he said, looking me up and down brazenly. "Looking good there Cathy. Is Hank here?" "Yea, he’s in the garage, working on the 'cuda." .“Cool,” he responded. “I got something for him.” He was staring down at my tits. I realized that my robe was open to my belly button, showing him a whole lot of cleavage. I felt my face get red, while a warm glow began to grow between my legs. “Oh shit” I thought! Eddie headed out to the garage, while I grabbed another beer and went back to the TV. I tried to leave myself alone, but Eddie's frank interest in my body had made my case of the hots grow even worse. I turned on the sleaze channel and resumed playing with myself. I wound up with my ass on the edge of the couch, my legs spread out straight in front of me, with one hand pulling on a nipple while the other massaged my clit feverishly, when I heard a sound. It was Eddie, the bastard, standing in the hallway watching me. "Ooh" he said with a long drawn out sigh. I shrieked and jumped up, pulling my robe around me as best I could. "You sneaky son of a bitch" I hissed. “What do you mean?” he asked. "Sneaking up on me like that," I hissed. He looked at me with phony sincerity. "I really, really apologize. I had no idea…" he trailed off. "I bet you could use another beer," he said. Without waiting for an answer, he went into the kitchen, returning with a pair of open bottles. He handed me one and took a big slug out of the other. Without asking, he sat down on the other end of the couch from me. I was acutely aware that I was wearing nothing under my silky robe. I pulled it tight around me and curled up into a ball. I was pissed, and I was mortified, but I was also hot as hell. "Maybe you ought to be getting on home now," I said. Eddie nodded his head affirmatively, but he didn't move. Instead, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a big fat joint, lit it, took a deep toke and handed it to me. Now if I am not careful, I can get kinda’ wild after a few beers, but give me some grass and I am liable to fuck like a rabbit all night long. With whoever is handy. I did a bit of that in high school. But then I wised up. I knew better than to get stoned in these circumstances. I listen for the sound of Hank working on the car. I heard pops and sputters coming from the garage. I knew that meant he was going to be there for while longer. I took the joint and sucked down a heavy hit. Damn Hank and his quickies. “Look",” Eddie said, "Hank told me how you are kind of pissed at him because he thinks he can’t afford take you away for your anniversary. I have this idea how you could make a little extra dough to go away with." “Hank told you about us?” I asked him. “Oh yea, he tells me everything. You know we are the best of friends. I know all about you two,” he said, with the emphasis on the word all. He rambled on for a couple of minutes about Hank and my personal life, and then asked if I wanted to hear about his plan to help us to get to go on my dream vacation. I was still a little embarrassed that he knew so much about us, but I was curious. "You know, I have this dream that I get to see what you look under those sexy clothes that you wear. And, I just happen to have had a real good day at the track yesterday. Since you need cash and I have lots of it, I thought maybe I might have a chance to get to see your goodies, providing I was willing to pay you for it." He dug in his pocket and pulled out a brand new hundred-dollar bill, folded once. "This is yours if you just let me see your tits." I just looked at him in amazement. I couldn’t believe he had asked me that. “You got to be fucking crazy," I said. "How could you ask me that, you being Hank’s best friend and all.” “Yes I am, but I’ve been admiring you for years and years, and I figure now is my chance,” he said. “You’re always walking around in that skin tight stuff, swinging your ass, jiggling your tits. I remember seeing you walking around at Bimbo Beach in that tiny little bikini, man you drove me nuts. This is a little embarrassing to say, but do you have any idea how many times I have jerked off, imagining what you look like naked? Now I’ve finally got the balls to ask you to show me, and the nice thing is I can help you out too.” He was right about one thing I do dress pretty sexy sometimes. I like it when men look at me. I know I look real good, so why not flaunt it. Hank didn’t seem to mind so why should I.? “I couldn’t do that, it just wouldn’t be right,” I told him. “What if Hank found out? He would get real pissed at you and me both. Besides what makes you think you have the right to see my tits?” I asked. “Mister C note here says I have the right,” he replied. I had to admit that he had a point. As much as I didn’t want to admit it, I could think of plenty of uses for the money. Like the trip that Hank had promised me, or that dynamite dress I had just seen at the mall. Still, I couldn’t believe he was actually asking me to show him my tits, and still worse, I couldn’t believe I was thinking about maybe doing it. And with Hank right out back in the garage. I thought to myself, now what do I do? “It would be really wrong to do that, almost like cheating," I stated. “That’s what makes it so good,” he replied, grinning his slimy grin. I took another hit on the joint. I was feeling pretty high. With all this talk about me showing off my tits, and the fact that I was already so horny anyway, I thought to myself, awe fuck it, maybe I will do it. Besides, it is only letting him see my tits. He wouldn’t be the only guy to see my boobs besides Hank. I have dropped my top out by the pool in back and let the guy next door get a cheap thrill. And there is this guy at work who I let see down my top a time or two. It’s not like I was going to let Eddie touch me or anything. If I hadn't been so fucking horny I don't think I would have ever considered doing it, but I was really horny, and gradually I realized that I wanted to give him the show he was looking for. Even if I felt guilty later, and even if he got off on it, well so what. I was horny, and it was all Hank’s fault. I even thought I might get off on it too. Maybe it would help me get off better later with Hank. I listened for Hank again. The bad noises were still coming from the garage. “OK, here,” I said as I quickly pulled open the top of my robe and let it slip off my shoulders so I did not have time to chicken out. My nipples were getting hard as rocks. Eddie stared at my tits with this hungry look, and this tingle shot through my crotch. This was hot. He’s looking at my tits, he’s staring at my fucking naked tits I thought to myself. I let him get a really good look. I could feel my nipples getting really, really hard. Finally I shut my robe back up. He just looked up at me and smiled with this silly grin. “Are you happy now?” I asked him. “Well yes. You have gorgeous tits. But you know what? I have another hundred in my pocket, and it’s also yours if you let me see your ass.” I was getting so fucking horny it was unreal. “My ass? Sure, why not, it’s just an ass.” I had mooned lots of people free for nothing, so why not. I turned around, leaned forward and lifted the back of my robe above my ass. “Oh yes. That’s one sweet ass,” he said with a throaty growl. “You really like my ass, don't you?” I asked. I wiggled it back and forth for him, and then I put my robe back down. “Oh if you only knew how I’ve fantasized about how good your ass looks, baby, and boy was I on the mark.” He said. “So are we done, do you think you have enough jack off material now?” I asked. “Well I do have another hundred in my pocket.” He said. “For what?” I questioned, half nervous, half excited at what he would ask for next. “For maybe you would open up the front of your robe all the way?” He asked. “You want to see my pussy for just a hundred bucks?” I questioned. “Isn't that a lot more personal, don’t you think?” “Well if you think about it, that makes three hundred smackers all together for just a few seconds work, and that’s not bad,” he stated. I thought for a second, and said “ Yea….it’s good money, But I never let no one but Hank see my pussy since we got married.” “Yea, but you are such a hotty. I really want to see your pussy. Please, please show me.” I wondered if he had any idea how hot I really was. “God I can’t believe I’m gonna do this” I said as I opened my robe and let him get a good long look at all of this here married women’s body. He just grinned and stared at my pussy. I keep it trimmed so I can wear a thong bikini. I could feel my juices running down my leg. I was feeling very, very horny, God why couldn’t my husband have got me off before Eddie came over. I closed my robe, and said, “there, are you happy now?” “Yes very happy, but now my balls ache,” He said. “You know I’m gonna jerk off when I get home. Is it ok if I do it here while you watch me do it? It would be so hot if you watched me jerk off.” “You are serious? You want me to watch you jack yourself off,” I asked. “Oh yes. I’m so fucking horny, and I want you to see how hot you got me,” he said. “I got to jerk it off, please watch me cum,” I never saw a guy jerk off before, and being curious and horny besides, I really wanted to see it. “Ok, sure, go ahead. It won’t bother me none,” I said. I figured me looking at someone else jerking off isn’t cheating so I really don’t mind doing it. “Where are you going to shoot your cum?” I asked. “Give me a few paper towels,” he said as he started to undo his fly. I went into the kitchen and grabbed a few towels, and when I got back his cock was out and standing tall, and he was stroking it. It was a pretty big one, with a large red knob at the end. I was shocked he was really doing it. ‘I can’t believe your really jerking off in front of me,” I said. “I told you I had to,” he said. “Can you stand in front of me, and watch?” He was leaning against the wall by the front door, stroking his cock up and down slowly. I walked in front of him, and just stared at his hand going up and down. “Look" he said,” for another hundred will you do it for me?”. "Shit no I won't. Fuck, I’m married, Hank’s right out back, I just can’t, I can’t.” I said. My right hand wavered over his cock. I wanted the feel of a silky soft, warm, rock hard rod in my hand so fucking bad. “Come on, you are a nurse aren’t you? You give sponge baths to guys all the time, and stroke their cocks, so why not mine?” he asked. “I am washing them, not jerking them off.” I said. “Come on; please, trust me it will only take a minute.” He pleaded. “What you’re telling me is that your patients never get hard while you are cleaning their cocks?” “No, they are not in that state of mind if I have to do it for them,” I told him. Which wasn’t entirely true. Sometimes I diddle the guys a little if I feel like it and they are nice. “Well I’m in that state of mind, and it’s your fault, you gotta do it. Please!” he pleaded. “I can’t,” I said weakly. Truth is, seeing his cock all hard and swollen was a real turn on. I wondered what his rod felt like. “Please, another C note is in it for you if you do,” he said still stroking his cock. I felt myself giving in to my desires. Slowly I reached for his dick. “This is so wrong,” I weakly whispered to him in a real guilty tone. I looked at his thick and throbbing cock and knew I wanted to feel it in my hands. “You promise not to tell Hank?” I asked softly. “Oh yea like I’m gonna tell him that you gave me a hand job” he muttered softly. So I slowly reached out and touched the tip of his cock with my fingers, it jumped at my touch. Then I slid my hand around his cock and down the length of his shaft, enjoying the feeling of the smooth, soft skin. It was a nice cock, so big and hard and hot. I started to move my hand up and down the length of his shaft, and rested my other hand on his hips. Starting to stroke him a little faster, his hips started to thrust to meet my hand. His moans were getting louder as I jerked him off. "Hush" I said. "You really don't want Hank to hear." “Can you open your robe again?” He asked. I just kept stroking at his cock with my hand. The skin was so soft and smooth. I reached down and opened my robe. I just didn’t care anymore at this point. I let my robe fall open showing him my pussy and tits. “Oh yea,” He whispered still thrusting his hips. “Can I feel your tits; please,” he asked. “Yes,” was all I could say. His hand came up and cupped my left tit. He squeezed it and played with my nipple, then he started to really rub them. This shot tremors all through my body, and straight to my pussy. I was so fucking horny that my knees got weak. Damn Hank for not getting me off. This is so wrong I thought, but too late now, I want a cock in me right now, I can’t stand it anymore. I’m looking at his cock and thought fuck it, I have gone this far, why the hell not. I dropped to my knees and kissed the tip of his cock, then licked it around. "I didn't know the hundred got me a blow job too" he said. "It don't" I answered. "This one's on me.” I ran my lips up and down the length of his meat. I took his cock into my mouth and started to suck him off. Up and down on his cock I went, faster and harder. I sucked him for all I was worth. I cuddled his balls with my other hand and let his dick slip deep down into my throat. He grabbed me by the ears, his hips were thrusting his cock deep into my mouth, so I stopped moving and let him fuck my face. He was moaning, his cock driving deep down my throat. I could hear myself gurgling as his cock filled my throat. I fought the gagging sensation. God, I thought, I hope Hank doesn't catch us. My fingers slid down my body and into my pussy, pushing in and out, matching the rhythm of his cock. Two, three fingers now, my pussy soaking wet as I sucked his cock and fingered myself. Suddenly Eddie pulled his cock out of my mouth, and pushed me back onto the couch. He came between my legs and rammed his cock deep into my aching cunt in one hard thrust. Oh god I came right then and there. He was humping me for all he was worth, and I could feel his balls slapping against my ass. He put my legs over his shoulders and rammed his cock into me real hard and fast. I could tell he was ready to cum when he started to grunt and sweat real badly. His grunts got higher in pitch, and his pumps were shorter in stroke. He pulled his cock out of me and shot thick hot streams of cum all over my chest, and neck, and stomach. He threw my legs off like he didn’t have a minute to spare, and crawled up my body and stuck his cock between my tits and fucked them for a few minutes. He took it out and stroked it again, and came on my face and mouth. He came twice, I thought only women could cum like that. He stuck his cock in front of my mouth, so I opened it and stuck my tongue out at it to taste his cum, and he shoved it into my mouth. I really did not want to do it anymore but what can you do. I licked and sucked him until his hips stopped twitching, then he pulled it out and slid off my chest. “Oh, shit. Mother fucking shit. Baby you are so fuckin' hot,” he said, panting. Just then I heard Hank's car begin to roar smooth and steady. "Shit" I said, "he's got it running. He'll be up here soon." Ed was pulling up his pants and panicking like me. I wiped off his cum from my face with the paper towels he had never used, and closed up my robe. I started to push him towards the door, “go, go, go,” I said. “I’ll talk to you later,” he responded. I shut the door, and took a deep breath not believing what I had just done. I snuck into the bathroom and cleaned off. I realized that after all that I had forgotten to get the money. I have to admit it was the best fuck I have had in years. I haven’t fucked Eddie again, but I flash him now and then when Hank isn't looking. Sometimes I let him cop a feel or give his cock a quick squeeze. Oh yea, I had to jerk him off one more time to get my money, and he came all over my new jeans. I don’t think I’ll let him fuck me again. Well who knows, maybe someday? Maybe he will have another good day at the track. Money Talks My name is Daniel Avalon. About a year ago I won twenty million dollars after taxes in the state lottery. The first thing I did was to pay off all my and my family's debts. Once that was done I bought two homes, rented one for more income, and went to a financial advisor. I gave the advisor about fifteen million to invest on my behalf. That left me with more than three million plus the income from the rental to do with as I please. I set up a couple different bank accounts. One was to allow all in my family to draw from the account for travel. Another was set up to take care of basic living expenses like food and gasoline. And a third was set up just for me to have fun (this one got the most money). I am five foot eleven inches tall and weigh about two hundred pounds. I'm not cut, but I do exercise. I normally run two miles a day and lift weights three times a week. My dick is about six inches long and about two and a half inches wide. I have light brown hair and hazel eyes. I wear my hair short and neatly trimmed. Well, one day about a month ago I was hanging out with a few friends, one of which was an old ex-girlfriend. There were two others, both guys that I had gone to school with. I was keeping my fortune on the D.L, so they didn't know about it exactly. We had gone to see a movie then went to a burger joint. The guys had to leave early for some reason I don't remember, so that left Becky, the ex, sitting with me. The reason we broke up was because she was terrible in bed. I didn't really tell her that, but I was the one to break up with her. We were the best of friends prior to our relationship, then became such again maybe a year after the breakup. The biggest thing that attracted and still attracts me to her is her large chest. She has to be at least a D-cup, if not double D. (She won't tell me and I've never looked at a bra tag.) She has to weigh around one thirty and it seems that each tit has ten to fifteen each. She stands five foot seven inches, with very nice curves. She wears her light brown hair at the length that it dusts her shoulders, but was normally pulled back with headbands, barrettes, or scrunchies. She stays away from makeup except for a little light green eye shadow over her hazel eyes. "Well, what should we do now?" she asked as I stared at her chest. To this day I still have a fixation on it. She was sitting across the table from me in her loose gray t-shirt. Her hair was pulled back with a headband. "I don't know," was my answer, never taking my eyes off her chest. She was used to this and accepted it. Then a thought occurred to me. I was horny and wanted to see those tits again. And maybe play with them again, but that was all. We were friends and nothing more. We had tried and failed to have a relationship. I leaned back in my seat and looked up at her face. This surprised her as much as what I said. "Becky, how much would it cost me to buy that shirt and bra off you?" Her mouth dropped and her eyes opened almost wide enough for them to pop out. After a couple seconds she pulled herself together and asked, in a shocked tone, "What?!" "How much to buy your shirt and bra, right now?" I asked calmly. I gave her a reassuring smile. "Why are you asking that?" she asked slightly scandalized. She was throwing glances around, trying to see if there was anyone around, but we were seated near the back and away from the kids play area so there was not a soul near us for a good thirty feet. And the ones that near were focused toward the kids area. "I was just asking, considering the griping you had been doing earlier about money problems." I was staying calm and cool. I didn't want to scare her, just wanted to see how far she would go. "Well, I'd have to say two hundred for both. This shirt is a Donna Karen." She dropped the designer's name like I really knew what it meant. I looked it up later. "Two hundred it is," I said with finality. I pulled two c-notes from my pocket and placed them on the table, under my hand. I had started carrying about six hundred dollars on me at a time about six months after I won the jackpot. Her eyes again widened at the sight of the bills. "Here's the money. Now can I have what I'm buying?" She blanched and leaned forward. "Right now? How about we go back to my place, then I can give them to you." Her voice was plaintive as she made her suggestion. "Right now or no money," I responded, firmly. I wasn't trying to be an ass, just trying to see those tits. "What if I get caught?" she asked, again looking around. "I'll cover all legal problems." "How?" "I'll tell you later. Now, do you want the money or not?" I rubbed the bills on the table. Her eyes were glued to the table and the bills for a long minute. When she looked up, her eyes were hard with determination and she nodded. She glanced around again. Her arms crossed over her stomach and grabbed the hem of her shirt. She slowly pulled the shirt up until she uncovered her entire tanned abdomen and stopped right below her bra. She looked afraid, then with a huff she pulled the shirt up and off. She went to drop it on the bench next to her, but I cleared my throat. She glanced around again as she handed the garment to me. I put it on my bench, out of sight, and smiled. I could see she was wound tight with fear, but not enough to cancel the sexual excitement she was feeling. Her face was flushing with her arousal and her eyes were starting to contract with lust. This was something I had never seen to this degree with her when we were a couple. Since she had given me half of what I was buying I gave her half of what I was paying. The bill disappeared into her purse in a flash. Then it was time for the moment of truth. She leaned forward and slipped her hands behind her. In a deft motion she undid the light gray lacy bra. Her right hand slipped to her front and held the bra in place as the straps started to fall. Apparently when her hand touched her tits, she hit her nipples, causing her to moan lightly. She flashed me a smile and leaned back, placing her bare back against the back of the bench seat. "How about we go back to my place?" she asked, lustily. She licked her lips and blew me a kiss. I was starting to get hard at this display. "Only if you take the bra off, hand it to me and drive there without putting your jacket on," I said. "It's cold out," she griped. Her hand was starting to massage the lace into her flesh. This added to my arousal, too. "How about another hundred?" "But it's cold out," she said again. "One fifty?" "OK. Show me the money." I pulled the needed bills out and placed them on the table. I held them down for a second then pulled them off the table and put them into my shirt pocket. "You'll get them when we get back to your place. Now for the first deal we made, I would like my bra now," I said with a smile. She laughed a little and I joined in. Again she gave a huff as she pulled the bra away from her nice and heavy chest. After fully removing the item, she threw it at me. It hit my face and I lifted my hand to catch it. The hand I lifted was the one that was holding the hundred on the table. She snatched it off the table, grabbed her purse and got up. I barely got a chance to see her chest. I hurried after her, grabbing the shirt off the seat as I went, and caught up to her at the rear exit to the restaurant. I sucked in a breath when I saw her tits in all their glory. There was a nice triangle of untanned skin right around her nipples, which were rock hard pink-brown nubs that just begged to be sucked. I didn't do it, but so wanted to right there. I think I even licked my lips at that moment. We exited the building at a slower pace than what she had been doing between the table and the door. If she hadn't been aroused, her nipples would have gotten hard because of the cool breeze we were having. The temp was in the high eighties without the breeze. (A little cool compared to the high nineties or low hundreds we had been having for weeks prior to this day.) She shivered a little and tried to cover her chest as we walked to our cars, which were parked next to each other. I waited for her to unlock the driver's side door. I opened it, leaned in and grabbed her jacket. She had taken it off after the movie, where the temp was at least ten degrees less than now. While I was in her car, she was fidgeting in fear. I could hear no cars pulling into the lot and saw no one coming, so I wasn't afraid for her. I stood up out of her car and turned to her. As I did she pressed me into the side as she pressed her half naked body into me and kissed me like she never did before. There was animal passion behind the kiss this time, something that was missing from when we were together. My hands wrapped her waist and pulled her closer as her tongue wrestled mine. She pulled away after a moment, gently scratched my chest and smiled playfully. I smiled and slid my hands between us and up to her tits. I gripped the soft mounds and she licked her lips. She got off me and I slid my hands up to tease her nipples. She moaned and her eyes rolled in lust. She put her hand on my hard bulge and stroked once. I froze and tried to not cum right there. She grinned at my expression of concentration and slipped into her car. I calmed down enough as she started her black Honda Accord. I checked my pocket, the money was still there, and made sure the coat was in my hands before I closed the door and went to my own car. I owned at the time a silver Toyota Camry. She waited for me to get into my car before pulling out of her spot and driving out of the lot. I quickly got the key into the ignition and started following her. She lived about ten miles from the burger joint, so it took us about fifteen minutes to get there. Most of the roads were four lane and I would take the opportunity to pull up beside her and look, partly to make sure she wasn't covering up and partly because I wanted to look. That second part almost made me crash once. I heard a few honks from other guys that she either passed or they passed her. We pulled into the parking area for her apartment complex. She went to the stall for her apartment and I went to visitor parking near her spot. I got out and had to adjust my shorts because of the hard on I was still sporting. She was still in her car as I walked toward it from the passenger side. I could see that she was leaned back in the seat, but the seat wasn't back, and her arms were below the window frame, not moving. She was watching me walk to her. When I rounded the driver's side corner of the trunk, she opened the door and swiveled out, placing her Sketchers on the ground. I continued to approach, my eyes locked on her bared tits. I stopped about three feet away and was about to ask something, but she stopped me by leaning out, grabbing my hips, and pulling me to her. She pulled me to stand between her spread capri-clad legs. After she had me where she wanted me, her hands moved quickly to unbutton and unzip my khaki cargo shorts. She pulled both my pants and my briefs low enough to get at my hard, average sized dick. She licked her lips as her hands touched the hard shaft. I groaned lightly and reached for her tits. She lowered her head and sucked me all the way in as I gripped and lifted her tits. She moaned around my near explosion cock from my touching her nipples again. She deep throated me twice, using her tongue to massage the underside of my cock as she moved up and down. The second time she came up she let my cock out of her mouth and started licking it like a lollipop. Her tongue licked from base to head, swirled the head and licked back down. She did this a few times with me grunting the whole time. I was trying to hold off as long as possible because she was doing something to me that she had always refused to do before. I didn't know if she would ever do it again, so I wanted to enjoy it for as long as possible. One of her hands was softly kneading my balls until they bumped her chin on one of the times she licked down to the base. In just a few seconds she took both into her mouth and sucked them. Her tongue juggled and licked the sack as she moaned over it. Her mouth let go and went back to the head of my dick, while her hand took over on my balls. She licked all the way around the head then took all of me into her mouth, moaning all the time. Her fingers were massaging my balls perfectly. All I could do was groan and grasp her tits harder. This caused her groan over my dick again. The vibration from her throat, the motions of her tongue on the underside of my dick while she kept me in her, and the motions of her fingers on my balls combined to push me over the top. My first shot hit the back of her throat, but she backed off quickly to take my other shots into her mouth before she swallowed. I shot four strong times and a couple weak ones. She took it all before swallowing. Once her mouth was clear, she sucked the last drops out and let my limp dick out of her mouth. I hadn't noticed, but my pants and underwear had fallen to the ground while I came. I squatted down to pull them back up, so we could walk to her apartment and have some more fun. Apparently she had a different, yet fun idea. Becky was building off my original idea of buying a deal. "Danny?" she said when I got all the way down. I looked up at her as she continued, "I want to know exactly what I could give you, to have you take off those and that," she pointed at the clothing at my feet then at my button up shirt, "and walk to my apartment." I stayed squatted while I thought about that. The first thing I thought was the she should have qualified the deal somewhat, but that didn't deter me from getting some very naughty ideas. A half dozen flashed through my mind in ten seconds and caused my dick to start to inflate again. After a minute, I said, "I will walk nude to your door, if, for the next six months, you let me have access to your chest when ever I want it." I gave her a small smile and twitched my dick. "You mean that I have to come to you at any time of the day or night, just so you can cum on my tits? Even when I'm at work?" she asked. There wasn't a lot of surprise in her voice. Apparently she had been thinking along the same lines. "Yes. Work can be worked around." My smile widened into a grin. "No it can't. One more condition on this deal, I want to get some kind of compensation for carrying your cum cushions." She looked like she was enjoying the haggling. "Most of the time you'll get off, too," I said, maybe too quickly. "Most?" she said raising her voice. "What do you mean most? If not every time, then at least give it a good college try." She smiled to soften the anger that had flashed on her face. "But that wasn't what I meant. I want a little money to be at your beck and call. Not too much. Maybe eight hundred a month." "What makes you think I have that kind of money?" I asked, confused. "I ran into your mom a couple months ago, she told me about your windfall. I'm just trying to get a little." She gave me a wicked smile, grabbed her right tit and pulled it up to lick the nipple. "Eight hundred a month is too low," I said. "I'm going to give you a thousand a month." Her mouth dropped open in surprise. I closed it with my hand, then ran that hand down her chest, over her nipples. My other hand started to unbutton my shirt. "You will receive a check or cash at the end of each month." I finished unbuttoning the shirt as she nodded with a grin. Took a little work to get my shorts and underwear over my shoes, but she helped balance me. I stood up and pulled the money from our second deal out of my pocket. She took it quickly while I slipped the shirt off. It felt odd to be naked in the middle of the day, out in public and holding five pieces of clothing. My dick was standing at attention by this time, too. She stood up, grabbed me by the back of my head and pulled my mouth to a nipple. I barely licked it before she was moving me to the other. Again I just touched it with my tongue and she pulled my head away. Once I was away from her body again, she let my head go and I staggered slightly. She grinned. "How do you want me to arrive, when you call me?" she asked, sliding her thumbs into the waist band of her pants. "What do you mean?" "How do you want me to be dressed?" Exasperation was showing plainly on her face. I hadn't thought of it and gave her a blank look. "Do you want me to show up where ever you call me to fully dressed? Topless? Bottomless? Just my underwear? What?" I put my finger to my lips in thought for a short moment before saying, "How about I tell you how to be dressed when I call you? That may mean that you have to arrive someplace nude." Her face flashed fear, but that disappeared quickly as cunning took up residence. "You can only call me for a nude arrival four times a month." "Six." "Five and for two grand a month." "Eight, three grand and twelve months." This caused her to stop and think. "That's ninety six total times of nudity for thirty six grand, tax free. That's just over a quarter of the year." Some shock showed on her face at that thought but mostly it was covered in lust and greed, a beautiful sight. "OK," she said firmly with a nod. We shook on the deal and agreed to write up the details, including that the deal started the next day, once we were in her apartment. She grabbed her bag from the car and closed the door, but didn't move towards her door. Instead she said, "As a present, for free, I'll walk up to the door like you, too." She set her bag on top of the car and unbuttoned her pants. As she unzipped them, I said, "Not even your shoes, please. The only thing you can carry is your house key." She nodded as she kicked her shoes off and pushed her pants down her tanned legs, bending at the waist she pulled the pants and her socks off. She stood up and draped the socks and capris over my clothes laden arm. The breeze kicked up at that time, making her shiver and her nipples harden. She smiled and slid her pink panties to the ground, again bending at the waist. That way she could hide her crotch from me a little longer. She stood quickly, laid the panties with everything else and turned to the car before I could get a glimpse of her treasure area, though I did get to see her nice ass. She had tan lines, about half her ass was white. She dug in her bag for a moment and pulled her keys out. She handed me the bag and started walking toward her home. I hurried to the front of the car, my dick bouncing the whole time, and stopped her. I made her turn to face me, so I could see the part she was trying to hide from me. Her hair was thicker than I had ever seen a woman's bush, and I knew that I was going to trim that before anything else happened that day. And by then I wanted to do everything I could think of to her. I couldn't see her pussy at all. She also had a tattoo on her left side about halfway between her hip and the top line of the large bush. It was a shooting star falling toward her crotch, and a new addition since we had dated. "I've been meaning to trim. Just got lazy and wasn't dating," she said by way of apology. I nodded and offered her my arm. We walked to her apartment, which was on the second floor and shared a landing with the neighbor. The doors to her apartment and her neighbor's faced each other. The landing, and the hall below it, turned into nice wind tunnels during the stormy seasons. We reached the door to the apartment without incident, don't know if anyone saw us though. As she opened the door, the neighbor, a young woman about our age with curly light brown hair, came out her door. I had turned fully to look at the noise she made in exiting, while Becky turned to give the neighbor a profile shot of her body. This woman was new. Becky had had an older man as a neighbor last time I was at her place. All three of us froze, the only one I think was smiling was me. I really liked the way this woman's gaze floated over both of us and stopped at all the nice areas. Money Talks She was the first to speak. I would've, but it wasn't my place that we were standing at the door to. "Hi, Becky. What's up?" Becky, by this time a deep red from embarrassment, turned her head to look at the other woman and answered in a squeaky voice. "Nothing much. How are you Joan?" Joan stepped closer, so we didn't have to speak so loudly, and answered, "I'm doing good. Apparently not as good as you though." She was talking to Becky, but looking at my hard dick. I made it twitch and she smiled. "Why're you..." She let the sentence fade to try and alleviate some embarrassment. "I bought her clothes off her and then decided to join her in her nudity before fucking her brains out," I exaggerated. I grinned broadly and tweaked one of Becky's nipples. "Really? Would you buy my clothes off me too, if you wanted to?" She was flirting with me and suggesting that she would be willing to do things for money too. That wasn't a truly new idea to me, since I had just done it to Becky, but it gave me a new perspective on the idea. Before I could answer, Becky said, "Maybe later, Joan. Right now he needs to get inside to finish his plans for the day." She gave a weak grin and pulled me inside her apartment. "OK. See ya later, Beck," Joan said as the door was closed. Becky glared at me then headed for the bathroom. I sort our clothes on the couch in the living room before following her. As I entered the room, I saw her bending over at the waist to start a bath. She stood up and turned to me. "I want you to shave me. Everything below the waist, from front to back," she said with conviction. "OK," I said instantly. Only twice before in my life had I had the privilege of shaving a woman and/or fucking a hairless pussy. I was all up for the sensual and erotic fun that could be. "I pulled new blades out," she said, pointing to the all the things needed to shave her. I nodded and catalogued it in my head. There were two new shaver heads for her razor, which was sitting there too, shave gel for sensitive skin, tiny scissors, lotion for after the shaving was done and two small towels. I smiled and asked her where she kept her towels. She answered, with a slightly perplexed expression, that they were in the closet right outside the room. "Good. I need to set some things up." The perplexed look deepened after I said that. To reassure her I continued, "This room's too small. I was going to set up a shaving area on your bed." Her face relaxed. Before I let her get into the water, I trimmed the hair as short as possible to make shaving easier. "Go ahead and get in, relax for twenty minutes. Let the warm into the muscles. I'll bring you a glass of wine and put some soft music on." And I did after watching her get into the water. While she soaked in the warmth, opening her pores and softening the hair, I was in the bedroom setting up for the shaving. After twenty minutes, in the water, I came back into the bathroom and helped her out of the tub, she had finished the entire glass of wine. I dried her off and wrapped her in her robe to lead her to the area I set up on her bed. On the bed were two towels, stacked. Next to the towels were the razor, shave gel, and two bowls of warm water; one bowl for rinsing the razor off and one for soaking two wash cloths in. One cloth was used to keep the skin pliable around her pussy, from just below her navel to just before her anus. The second cloth was soaked, wrung out, rolled and slipped between her ass cheeks. I laid her down gently after removing the robe. I had pushed the heater on for a couple more degrees of warmth, so the room temp would be very comfortable for being nude. I spread her legs and put one warm damp cloth over her pussy, and with her assistance, slipped the rolled up cloth between her ass cheeks. The cloths were put in place while I finalized some things with the shaving gear. When I was ready I pulled the cloth away and put it back in it's bowl of water. I then squirted gel into my hand and smoothly applied it to the area above her pussy. After I felt all the hair was coated well, I wiped the gel off my hands on the soiled towel from the bathroom, picked up the razor and started shaving. I went as gently as possible, yet as quickly as possible too. After every few strokes I rinsed the blade. After clearing the bulk of the gelled over area, I took the cloth I had used earlier and wiped away the excess. The cloth returned to its basin and I inspected the freshly shaven area. There were a few quick strokes of the razor to get the ones missed, then I kissed the soft flesh. The kiss elicited a squeal of delight from Becky, who was watching in ecstasy and awe. I had to refresh the cloth between her cheeks because it had cooled too much. While I was messing with that cloth I laid the other one, after cleaning it as much as possible, over her pussy and the shaved area. Once I was done playing with the cloth between her cheeks, I pulled the cloth in front away, gelled the area and take up the razor again. For the hair farther from the lips, I did something similar to what I did above her pussy and also did it first. After the easy hair was removed I moved to her lips. Starting with the right lip, I took very careful strokes going from top to bottom. A couple times I had to take a hold of the lip to keep the razor from cutting. Once the right was done I repeated on the left lip. All the while Becky was squealing and shivering with sexual energy. That left a few stray hairs near her clit and between pussy and anus. Those I shaved as carefully as possible, not wanting to hurt her. I wiped away the excess and inspected again. Once I was certain there were no more strays, I kissed each lip and just above her clit. This caused her to moan, possibly because my chin hit her very sensitive bud. Once she was calmed again, I had her get on her knees. This gave me a great shot of everything and caused my dick to twitch. I pulled the cloth in her ass away as she started moving. That cloth was then dunked, wrung out, and wiped over her entire crack. Quickly after the wipe down I put the gel on and start shaving. I continued to exercise care, but went back to moving the razor like I did on the first part of her front. I left the area around the anus for last. After inspecting the first part, using the cloth that had been between her cheeks to wipe away the excess, I kissed down her crack. Making her squeal and squirm in wanting. Around the sensitive skin of her backdoor, I shaved like I did around her pussy lips. Once I was certain that area was clear too, I kissed her backdoor. She gave a deep guttural groan and almost came. I grinned, thinking that I had gotten her close with nothing more than shaving and a couple kisses. Once the shaving was done I stood her up, grabbed the towel on the bottom to the stack, and wiped off everything I had shaved, making sure there was nothing left hanging. Once she was dry I would laid her down next to the shaving area and quickly cleaned that area up. After the quick clean up of putting the bowls by a sink, the towels and wash cloths together on the floor of the bathroom, and the shaving gear in the bathroom, I went back. She had spread her legs and was rubbing a hand over the freshly shaved area above her pussy. "It's so smooth," she whispered as I knelt between her legs again. My hands found the soft skin, too, and roamed for a moment before my face got close to her pussy again. At that point I started eating her, occasionally slipping a finger in. After licking her to a mind blowing orgasm I turned her over again and licked and played with her ass until she got off again. I licked her backdoor until she got close before sticking a finger into her pussy to finger fuck her at the same time. As she came down from her high, she looked over her shoulder and smiled. Then she looked between her legs at my very hard and ready member. She turned around and licked it like a lollipop a couple times before laying back and spreading her legs. She kept a hold of my dick and guided it into her newly shaved cunt. I enjoyed the feel of all the bare skin I could feel. We fucked for hours. There were many rests between, but we enjoyed a wild passion in the sex that our previous relationship lacked. We fucked in her bed, the living room, the kitchen, with food, and in the shower. We did things that I never thought she would do, and she was the one that initiated most of it. The next day was the beginning of a whole new life for me and her. Money Talks I had started a job working in the porn industry at the age of twenty-two. By this time I was five feet and six inches with a slender build, light blonde hair and bright blue eyes. My perky 36c tits were what had the producer of the movies approach me one day as I was shopping. My boyfriend, Conner, was okay with this idea if I only had sex with girls and that was exactly what the producer had in mind. Besides, Conner with his masculine and muscular build, dark brown hair and light brown eyes, knew he was the only one for me. I went to work that morning like any other. Robin and I, my co-star, were writing our own script which the producer would then over look to make sure it sounded good. As we wrote our script he came into the room and asked to speak with me privately. "I was wondering if your boyfriend would like a job. Here's what I was thinking..." And he explained the situation to me in full. I knew my boyfriend would not be okay with it one bit and yet the producer offered me $5,000 just to get him to do the one show, and on top of that he would be paid as well at the end. Being the money hungry girl that I was, I had to accept the challenge. The day went on as usual. When I returned home I sat down with Conner and asked if he'd like to come with me to work. They needed men to model nude for their websites home page. Conner didn't mind the idea one bit and agreed that tomorrow he would join me at work. I gave him an awkward smile and a thank you kiss and then went to prepare us dinner. When at work I walked off to prepare for a show I would be doing with the gorgeous Robin. Robin was twenty-four with 32B tits but a well curved body and ass. She had brown curly hair that went passed her shoulders and green eyes that amazed anyone who saw her. Performing with her was an absolute blast. The girl really knew how to make me cum. Sometimes it was hard to last as long as the producer, Tommy, wanted me to. The way her tongue moved over my clit and the way her fingers maneuvered inside of me. Ah, it was a feeling like no other. Meanwhile, Conner was modeling for his nude pictures. As he was doing so a man approached him. He was fully clothed but it was apparent that he was very well built with blonde hair and blue eyes. The man was an absolute catch. Conner watched the man approach and wondered what was going on as a second was came from his other side, holding ropes in his hand. This man was also blonde with blue eyes but a much more slender body. "Conner, I'm Mark and I have an offer you can't refuse. I'll hand you eight-thousand dollars if you let me suck your cock for a short film." Mark looked Conner dead in the eyes to show him how serious he was. "Look dude, I'm not gay." Conner said with an awkward chuckle. "Neither am I. It's just for the money." Mark's voice remained serious. It took Conner a few minutes to think this over but he decided as long as he didn't have to suck dick, it wouldn't be a big deal. He finally agreed with a nervous look on his face. Mark then discussed how Conner would be tied up in the film as if he were a victim. Conner nodded his head but said nothing. He watched the cameras and lights roll up and everything get organized. The plain white wall behind him that he was modeling in front of remained but they put furniture behind him to make it look like a house. Conner was instructed to lay down on the floor. His arms were put behind him and his wrists tied. Then a contraption he had never seen before was brought out. It was a pole that was attached to his ankles and kept his legs spread apart. "What the fuck is that for?" He inquired as they snapped it on. Conner laid on his stomach, looking behind him and trying to wiggle even slightly free but it was no use at all. "Relax. Just for show." Mark lied to him. Tommy the producer gave a thumbs up and Mark whispered from off camera that they were rolling. Conner doing as he was told looked around nervous but the nerves were real. He really did feel like a victim all of a sudden. But the money was flashing in his mind and he knew very well that him and his girlfriend Jenna needed the money. And as Mark walked on set and began to strip, Conner gulped. He was given directions on how to be but not what lines to say. However, Conner was quick to think. "Who, who the fuck are you!" he yelled at Mark. Mark sneered down at the masculine man tied up on his floor. He was fully undressed now and stroking an already hard and eager seven inch cock. He walked closer and closer to Conner behind getting on his knees on the ground, directly in Conner's face. It was then that Conner realized he'd been lied to. His cock wasn't getting sucked. He was going to be forced to suck cock. "Fuck you man! Get away from me!" Conner yelled. This wasn't him acting he was being very serious, but they used that happily as him acting it out. This was the plan after all. The plan that Jenna had helped set up. Mark didn't move away of course. He waved his cock in front of Conner's face. He rubbed his head over Conner's lips and laughed. "Bite it and I'll slice that dick off from between your legs." Conner was really nervous now. He couldn't tell if Mark was lying or not. Besides, he wanted that money. No, he needed it. Conner had been struggling since losing his job and he knew Jenna hated it very much. So he did the only thing he could think of doing. He gulped and tightly shut his eyes and opened his mouth ever so slightly. He could feel Mark pressing his cock into his open mouth, forcing it even more open. Seven inches felt longer than ever before as Mark slid every single inch into Conner's throat. He had to gag. Turned on, Mark behind to thrust his hips back and forth. This caused Conner to choke even more. He felt the seven inch cock pushing up against the back of his throat. Then he felt mark's hand push Conner's jaw upward, basically demanding that his lips latch tightly onto the dick in his mouth. So Conner did just that. His lips moistened the cock as it slid back and forth inside his mouth. Mark groaned in pleasure. But suddenly he stopped and Conner opened his eyes. "Now this is going to hurt a little." Mark said with a sneer. Just then he felt the other man from earlier who had carried the ropes earlier, behind him. He was rubbing lube on Conner's asshole. Conner struggled, wiggling side to side with a look of pure panic in his eyes. "Don't you dare! I'll fucking kill you!" Conner screamed in rage. Mark put his hand over Conner's mouth and laughed, watching the full grown twenty-six year old man struggle. It was quite amusing as well as a major turn on for both of the men in the show. The other blonde, a man by the name of Mickey, had finally covered his own sick inch dick in lube as well as Conner's asshole. He kept some on his finger so that he could slide his finger inside of Conner's virgin back door. Conner struggled and yelled into mark's hand. He wanted this to end. This wasn't what he agreed to at all. Was the money even worth it? As he felt the index finger slide in and out of his asshole, he couldn't seem to get away and soon he was relaxing. Or maybe he was just too scared to move. When he felt Mickey's cock's head outside of that tight virgin asshole he shut his eyes as tight as he could. He prepared himself to be stretched wide open. His teeth even gritted together as sure enough the six inch dick slid into his asshole inch by inch. The first inch was the worst of all. He felt Mickey pressing hard to force it inside. Mickey let out a long groan of satisfaction when he got his head in. from there the pain wasn't as bad, but it remained. Conner couldn't bear to open his eyes. Even when mark released his mouth he couldn't seem to scream for help either. He felt Mickey thrusting inside of him. His motions were slow but they still made his asshole burn in pain as it was stretched. Conner only opened his eyes when he felt mark's cock on his lips. Gulping down his pride he opened his mouth and allowed the dick inside. Now from both ends he felt his holes being stretched and intruded. He closed his eyes and accepted his fate as both men began to hump with more force. Conner grunted in pain and disgust as he felt the two dicks sliding in and out of him. While he was forced to suck Mark's cock he closed his eyes again and tried his hardest to ignore the pain of the dick sliding in and out of his ass. But the pain was too much. Conner was grunting and groaning is discontentment. He felt Mickey's hands on his hips as Mickey thrusted even harder. He wanted to cum inside of Conner's now used up asshole. Mark was getting close too. And Conner could tell when the man was about to cum as mark began to let out more and more moans of pleasure. He then felt the cock begin to pulse and tense inside of his mouth. Mark ceased his thrusts and shoved his cock as far down Conner's throat as he could. Conner could feel mark's balls against his chin and he gagged and choked. It was no use though. That seven inch cock was staying where mark placed it deep down his throat as he shot off his load into Conner's mouth. Thankfully, Conner didn't have to taste a thing as it went directly down his throat. Still, Conner choked and struggled a bit. This only made the pain in his back end grow so he laid still and defenseless. Mark pulled out and patted Conner on the cheek like a little bitch. "Thanks." And he walked off camera. Meanwhile, Mickey was going faster and harder than before. Conner couldn't help but to get tears in his eyes as he felt that cock stretching his burning asshole wide open. He opened his mouth as he struggle to breathe and his grunts became more loud and agitated as the pain grew and grew. But Mickey wouldn't stop until he was done. The thrusts were hard and he held himself deep inside that tight asshole for a moment before moving back then forcing himself deep inside again. He held Conner's hips upward and pulled him back as he thrusted forward. Conner finally let out a scream of pain. Oh how this turned Mickey on. He couldn't hold back any longer. Only eight minutes in and his cock was tensing up greatly. He grabbed his balls with one hand and pulled Conner's hips back with the other. His cock was as deep as it could go inside of Conner's tight and now beat red asshole. Conner screamed again with closed eyes as Mickey's load shot inside of that back hole. Mickey moaned and closed his eyes but in pleasure. His head tipped back as he squeezed his balls and thrusted a little bit more. He wanted every last drop out. When that was done he smiled, patted Conner's asshole gently and slid himself out. He walked off, leaving Conner there, laying in pain and disgust. "Cut! Fantastic! Great job, Conner!" Tommy was screaming from the darkness. He couldn't see the bastard but he knew he hated him already. Meanwhile, a couple of men ran on set to untie Conner and hand him his clothes. He threw them on quickly and just as he pulled his last shoe on a man stepped forward and without a word handed him eight-thousand dollars in cash. The man walked away and Conner stood there, staring at all of the money. "Again, same time, tomorrow? This time you'll be having sex with your Jenna. No one touches you." A man said. Conner turned to finally see tommy who walked over with his girlfriend jenna. She smiled sheepishly. He knew she had set this entire thing up. It was a gut feeling that wouldn't go away. But as he felt the stack of money in his hands he didn't know how to feel. Even the pain in his asshole was sort of worth the quick cash. "No one touches me?" He inquired. "Well, a girl might lick your balls while you fuck me. But that shouldn't be a problem, right?" Jenna said with a laugh. "Same time tomorrow." Conner stated bluntly and walked off and towards the door.