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Baxter and Libby

By: jackpalmettoman



The door swung open and I stepped into the brightly lighted, tiled room that faced the two glass teller windows on the far side of the room. Like the last time I was here, only one of the windows had a rep in it. Even though it was only 8:30 on a Friday morning the line in front of me was already 10 people deep and I had a bad feeling that this was going to take all morning. 

Standing in line at the customer service/payment window at the power company has never been something I looked forward to doing. It was always the same old shit after being out of the country for a year or so. Have to come down and reorder the hookup, pay the deposit fee in cash and then wait the day or so for them to get up to my cabin on the river and turn the damn power back on. Most people would have just called it in and used a credit card but due to the nature of my work, I prefer to remain as untraceable and as unknown as I can. I always pay in cash and have a couple of different IDs when needed.

It had been 14 months since I had been home and during the time I away I had decided that it would be my last tour. Hell, I am already 41 and have pushed the envelope enough times to know that I have been fortunate to make it this far. Six years with the Rangers and the last 15 with a private security firm that only practices over seas in high risk areas such as Sudan, Somalia, Iraq, and last Afghanistan have made me cautious and very private. It also provided me with enough money to last the rest of my life. 

No the Ranger pay had not been that good, but the private sector pay and the retirement plan after 15 years had been damn good, real damn good. Hell it should be, there had only been a handful of guys that made it the full 15. Most were sidetracked by the money and left early and yeah quite a few of them never came back home. It was usually called an industrial accident or the always convenient car wreck that killed them. Their families were compensated well but the body was rarely returned for burial. Company policy was cremation on location and the remains sent home. At least some ashes, who the hell knows or gives a damn if it was the ashes from the actual body that were sent back.

Walking across the tiled floor the few feet to where the back of the line was I looked ahead and saw a blonde standing at the end. Her back was to me and like I had been trained so many years ago, and had practiced until it became natural to me, with a slight smile on my face, I took the time to access this situation in front of me. 

It was early August and she was dressed for the hot weather. Being a leg man, my eyes quickly dropped down from her short blonde hair all the way to the red strapped sandals that she was wearing. Her ankles were slim and when I leaned a bit to the right, I could see her toe nails were painted red to match. Letting my eyes drift up I saw her nicely shaped calves below the white Capri cargo pants that she was wearing. Her ass was round, not very big and looked firm, like it was begging to be spanked, squeezed, and then stroked. Her bra straps were just visible through the sleeveless, thin, light blue, blouse she wore. It was tucked in tight and gave accented her flat belly and her hips. Her bare arms were tanned and toned. The blonde hair that I had first noticed was cut short. It was just above her shoulders. It was the same length all the way around and curled forward. From behind I figured she would be in her late twenties or very early thirties. Her style of dress convinced me she was not younger than that and more than likely married with a kid or two but the short hair was a look of an older woman. 

Obviously she was a lady that took care to look her best even though she was only going to the damn public service department of the electric company.

The first few in the line were simply paying their bill and did not take long. The next guy in line was a new hook up and had to go through all the shit I was going to have to do. It took a while with him. As I watched the line moving slowly in front of me, I kept an eye on the blonde. Her body language was interesting. She shifted from side to side a lot, like she was nervous. The small hand bag she carried stayed clutched tightly under her left arm against her side. From time to time she would stand still and just stare down at the floor like she was in deep thought but only for a short time until looking back up and forward, checking the progress of the slow moving line. She never looked to either side or back around like someone that was bored would do, trying to find something or someone interesting to pass the time. No, she seemed to have plenty of thoughts on her mind to keep her busy.

She was third in line when the window on the right that was closed, opened up. Her head was down in one of her deep thoughts and she did not notice the clerk remove the closed window sign. I waited for a moment for her to move to the now open window but she was deep in thought. 

As we stood there, a black guy, with his ball cap on sideways, wearing a white t shirt and baggy shorts that were threatening to fall down off his fat ass stepped out of the end of the line behind us and started toward the window. He was in his mid twenties, 6' and maybe 240#. He was about to pass us when I turned his way and held up my hand to stop him. He looked at me with a slight look of surprise and then a look of anger.

"What you doing stopping me? Can't you see the window is open?" He said belligerently.

"Yes, I see it is open. I also know that the people in front of you have been here longer." I told him.

Out of the corner of my eyes, I saw her head turned back to me as I continued, "You can wait your turn just like the rest of us."

He looked at my older face, my calm eyes while I held my hand pressed to his chest. My 6' 1" 180# was relaxed but in a flexed, ready position. My knees spread and my weight back, anticipating a move that I knew would probably not come but training had prepared me for. We held each others eyes for a long moment, letting the tension slip by before I turned a little, glanced at the blonde who was looking back at me and I nodded to her to step up to the open window.

After she moved over, I turned back to him, and calmly said, "I can see that your mother raised a gentleman, thanks for understanding the situation."

After a moment, "Damn right she did," he replied before moving to the side. 

After lowering my hand, I stepped up to the window behind her. All eyes in the room had been on us but now everyone was splitting up into two equal lines behind both windows. The blonde turned back to me, she had pretty green eyes that were opened wide and I could see that she was troubled.

Quickly and very quietly she whispered, "Thank you," before turning to the window.

In the few seconds that I had seen her face I realized that I had been way off on her age. She was more like mid forties, but the rest still applied, she was very pretty and had a classy air and look about her and her tits were just as good as that sexy ass of hers that I had been admiring for the last half hour. They were not big, maybe even a little smallish for a lady of her size, but they were round, high and close together under the thin blue button up blouse she wore. The thought that they matched her perfectly went through my mind. Like the rest of her, I thought that they were not eye catching, more along the line of being conservative, hidden away a little, but still very enticing and desirable if you took the time to notice and I damn sure did. 

She placed her purse up on the small ledge in front of the window and took out a couple of pieces of paper. When she did this, I got a good look at her left hand and was somewhat surprised not to see a big diamond wedding ring. The clerk took the paper that she offered and looked it over. I assumed that it was an address for a new hook up and was shocked when the clerk said, "This is way past due and to get reconnected you will have to pay the full past due amount, put down a $150.00 deposit and pay reconnect fee of 75.00. That will be $579.49." 

She stammered something in reply that neither the clerk or I could understand and then I heard her ask in a very low, embarrassed voice, pleading, "Do I have to pay it all now or can I just get reconnected today and pay it all later on the next bill? I get a pay check Monday."

The older, very fat, ugly lady behind the counter snarled back with her answer of "Did you not hear what I said? This is already way past due and the full amount plus the other fees must be paid before service can began."

The blonde was silent and then she reached into her purse and took out a credit card. She handed it to the smirking clerk. Watching over her shoulder, we both watched as the clerk swiped the card in the machine and waited. It was just a short time before she handed it back.

"This card is no good" she said.

The cute blonde leaned forward and in a shaking voice, whispered, "Please try it again."

The clerk swiped it again with look of disgust on her face, held the card up in the air between them like it was offending her, waited a short time again and then sneered at the blonde.

"We do not take checks for late payments so do not try that. Get another card, pay cash or move on. There are others waiting to pay." She grumbled as she handed the card back.

Her hand was trembling as she took the card back with her left hand. The cash that she had for paying the reconnect was clutched in her right hand as she lowered her head and quickly pushed it along with the card into the small purse that was still sitting on the window ledge. Looking down she turned to leave and I could hear a very soft sob slip from her. She did not look up; embarrassed and defeated she stepped past me towards the door. 

My mind was made up to find out more about this interesting woman. As she walked slowly towards the door in the front of the office, I turned and motioned for the guy behind me to take my place. She was just about to the glass entrance door when I reached past her and pushed it open for her. She looked up quickly with surprise and then back down but I saw tears in the corners of her green eyes during that short look. 

After stepping out into the bright sun, she pulled down the dark sun glasses that were perched a top her pretty little head. She stood facing the parking lot, unaware that I had also stepped outside behind her.

"I heard what happened in there," I said to her.

She turned back to me and looked up at me. Her dark sunglasses gave her more courage hiding her tears of embarrassment but she was still sobbing a little. 

It is not my way to ask, so I simply told her, "If you want help, I will help you."

I had to smile at her answer. It was broken by a couple of sobs before she could get it all the way out, "You are going to lose your place in line."

Her answer quickly told me that even though her day had been shit so far, she was still more concerned about me than herself. Or she had a very wicked sense of humor. Either way was good with me.

Smiling, I reached out and placed my hand on her upper right arm, my fingers circled gently but firmly around her bicep as I said, "There is something more important than that on my mind right now."

Her head turned to the side, she looked down at my hand on her upper arm but did not make a move to remove my hand before she took a deep breath and managed to ask with her voice still shaking, "Why would you want to help me."

I was still and did not answer right away. Looking down at her sweet face, with her dark glasses hiding her crying eyes, I saw tears that had leaked down her face. The reason that I wanted to help her was none of her concern at that point so I did not answer her question. 

"All you need to know is that I can help. I asked if you wanted my help. You can say yes or you can say no. This is something that you have to decide for yourself."

I moved closer to her, so close that her round tits were almost touching me below my chest. She craned her neck to look up at me as she struggled to judge me, to make her decision. My face was expressionless as we both waited for her to decide.

She softly answered, "No thank you," and then looked down.

She did not move back or try and remove my hand from her upper arm. Her shoulders were shaking as she began to cry harder but I did not speak to her again. After a time, I slowly released her upper arm, stepped back and turned towards the entrance door. There was no reason for me to look back, she had made her decision. I pulled the door open and stepped inside. Just for the hell of it, I joined the line behind the black guy that I had spoken with before. He turned and looked back at me and smirked, "Looks like you in the back now."

It was an hour later before I had my turn in the line, filled out the paper work, paid my deposit and went back outside to where I had parked my plain white pick up. As I walked across the scorching hot paved parking lot in the bright sunlight, I heard a car door shut over to my left and a little behind me. My training took over, always be aware of your position and those around you, by habit I turned and looked towards the direction of the shutting car door and saw an older model Toyota Camry. 

It was her, the cute blonde. She had her sun glasses down and was walking quickly towards me. A slight smile crossed my face, as it was obvious that she had waited for me. Her fast walk told me that she had made up her mind about wanting my help. Holding still, I made her come to me. Her tits were moving just a little under the tight blouse and I looked down at the v between her sexy legs, in the tight white Capri pants and felt my pulse race faster. She stopped just short of where I was standing and looked at my face again, trying to judge me before she spoke.

"Why would you help me?" She asked.

After shaking my head slowly from left to right two times as a sign of my disapproval at her question, I ignored it and answered her in a stern voice, "If you want my help, ask."

Her lips tightened, it was obvious that she was not used to being spoken to this way. It was also clear to me that it was hard for her to ask for help and that she was honest. A liar or dishonest person would have taken my offer of help without hesitation. They would have got what they could with no feeling of guilt or remorse at being in debt or dependent on me. I waited for her to answer. 

She was uncomfortable, unsure, scared, not knowing if she could trust me and she hesitated before asking, "Please, will you help me?"

The word please was not needed, but I like the fact that she was willing to use it. She did not assume that it was a done deal just because she asked. She realized that I did not have to help her, that it would be my choice. I motioned for her to come closer to me, so close she had to raise her head to look up at my face. When she did, I looked down at her, smiled, and answered, "Yes, I said I would."

We stood looking at each other, both of us wondering if we had made the right decision. She was wondering if I was really going to help, scared of where if might lead and what I would ask for in return. I was thinking about how far I could take this and who else might get involved. I reached out, took her hand and pulled her the last step to me.

"First thing, that we are going to do is get some lunch. I have been standing in that line all morning long and I am hungry," I told her. 

Gripping her hand tightly I pulled her the short distance to my truck, walked her around the front of it and opened the passenger door for her. 

As I held the door I watched her pause for a moment, hesitating about getting into my truck, worrying about getting a ride from a stranger but instead of answering her fears, I told her, "I know you are short on money, so you know I am not going to rob you. You pick the place, I am buying. I am just a new friend taking you out for lunch."

My words seemed to relax her a bit and she reached up, took a grip of the hand hold above the door and pulled herself up and in the truck. I watched her slid across the bench seat away from the door before giving her a slight nod of approval and shutting the door behind her. 

After getting in and shutting the door behind me, I turned to her before putting the key in the switch and said, "Not only am I hungry but by the time we get back, the rest of those that were in the lines when you were, will have left. "

I knew that she would have been embarrassed to have to go back in again with those that had heard and seen what happened before. She gave me a small smile of thanks and I started the truck. After pulling out of the lot and onto the main road, I stuck my right hand across to her.

"Baxter, call me Baxter."

After looking down at my extended hand, she reached across her body with her right hand and took mine as she said, "Elizabeth Miller."

"Nice to meet you Libby," I replied.

Her head cocked a little to the side and she said, "I have not been called Libby in years."

"It fits you better than Elizabeth to me. Elizabeth is either a 2 year old girl that has not got a nick name yet or an 80 year old woman that insists on being called her full name. No, I like Libby better. That is what I am going to call you."

Libby, looked at me, her dark eyes hidden by the sunglasses but I could tell what she was thinking. Here is a man that she has just met, taking her to lunch, ignoring the name she gave him, giving her a nickname already and not even bothering to ask her if it was okay. She looked away and out the front windshield without speaking, her mind was a jumble of the same thoughts that she must have been having while waiting for me. Will he help me? Why would he help me? What will he want in return? Is it safe to be with him? What else can I do? Damn, how did it get like this so quickly?

We turned onto the main road and with her right hand she pointed to a Denny's that was only two blocks away and asked, "Would that Denny's be okay with you?"

I turned in her direction, again taking in the pleasing site of her pretty face and alluring body, while I nodded my head in agreement and said, "Yes Libby, Denny's will be fine with me."

We could have easily walked there and if she had really had it been thinking of eating there for lunch she would have said so before getting in the truck. No, I knew she was trying to get this over with a fast as she could, still afraid of being alone with me and that is why she picked the first place we came to. Hell it did not matter to me where we ate, I was hungry and the last 14 months the food had not always been good.

When we pulled into the parking lot of the Denny's I held up the palm of my hand for her to wait before getting out. I walked around the truck and again got the door for Libby. This time I was greeted by a slight smile. After shutting the door behind her, I placed my hand in the small of her back and escorted to the glass entrance doors. This time she stopped in front of the door for me to open it for her and I did before returning my hand to the small of her back.

We were given a booth along the front window. I stood as Libby took a seat on the bench seat on the right side. As if it was the most natural thing in the world, I took a seat beside her on the same side. I could feel the tension in the air as she moved over towards the corner of the booth. I left my right arm across the back of the booth, well above her shoulders, not touching but she knew it was there. The waitress came over and took our drink orders. After telling her a diet coke, Libby sat still, staring straight ahead, her fears of what I might want, returning quickly.

We were both silent until after the waitress came back with our drinks and took our food order. After she left, I asked Libby the obvious questions about how long she had her power cut off, why she could not pay, and why did she not have anyone else to help her. My questions were direct and to the point and I explained that it was to determine if she really needed my help or if she was trying to run a scam on me. The questions put her on the defensive, no longer was she thinking that I was doing it to get something from her, but that I was willing to help her only if she truly needed it. 


Baxter and Libby Ch. 02



Thanks for the feedback on part one.

After Libby was dressed again in the same light blue blouse and white pants, she turned away from me and moved towards her dresser to get the clothes for the open suitcase that was on the far side of the bed where she had left it before I fucked her. She had obeyed me perfectly and I wanted to know more about this intriguing lady that I had discovered. To learn more about her I would need time to look around her apartment before we left.

Moving behind her, I placed my hands on her shoulders and pulled her back to me. Damn I wanted her again but it could not be yet. Testing her, I held her against me without speaking, judging her reaction to my touch. The smell of our sex was strong in the hot, small bedroom apartment and I knew that my cum had to be seeping from her bare, just fucked pussy into her white cargo pants. My hands moved down her bare arms and then over her soft belly which was covered by her blouse that she had again buttoned all the way up. My nose nuzzled along her neck and in her soft, short blonde hair. Occasionally I would plant small tender kisses on her neck and checks while holding her in place. 

She did not fight my touch or squirm in my arms no matter my hands roamed. Her body was rigid, tense when I started at her shoulders but within minutes, she was leaning back into me, enjoying the pleasure that I was bringing her. It took a lot of self restraint on my part but I was careful not to touch any of the sexual hot spots that I had discovered about her. 

Even when I looked down and saw her nipples, hard and poking up in the light blouse, enticing me tweak them, roll them and twist them hard in my strong fingers, I held back. This was about getting her used to the feel of my hands on her body, about her making it willing available to me at my demand, knowing the pleasure that I could bring her when she submitted. When her head turned back, her pretty green eyes half closed and her soft lips parted, asking for a kiss, I knew it was time for me to stop. 

My hands slipped from her body and I said to her, "I changed my mind Libby. Before I take you back to my hotel, we will have to make another stop or two after getting my truck. You go take a shower, get cleaned up for the evening."

She turned to face me, surprise was in her eyes when I kissed her forehead like one would a child and said, "Go on, the water will feel good, it hot as hell in here." 

With her head down from where I tilted it down for the kiss on her forehead, she gratefully, very softly, whispered, "Thank you Baxter."

The water was running in the shower as I walked the short distance into her kitchen. The power had been off for almost a whole day but the water heater was inside the hot apartment and would still be very warm if not hot. I doubted that she would even turn the hot water on more than a half turn.

Libby was very neat. The entire apartment was clean and orderly with the tiny dinning table and small counter that separated the kitchen from it both spotless and shinning. There had to be some old bills somewhere and I was determined to find out how much in debt this lady was along with any other information I could turn up.

When people have money, they leave the unpaid bills out in plain sight so they will not forget to pay them. If they are worthless shits that have no intention of paying the bills they simply toss them out as they come in. If they do not have the money but do intend to pay them when they can, they put them away, out of sight until they get the money. That way they do not have to face them every day and feel the guilt. They store them some place where you can get to them, hoping that some day they will be able to pay off the debts. I already knew that Libby was this type. Hell, I had bought her bra and panties earlier in the day just so she would not have to feel the guilt of being in my debt at having paid her electric bill.

When I pulled open the end drawer under the counter, I knew I was correct about her. Looking through the stack of papers, I found that her cell phone had been cut off. The outstanding portion was only 70.00 but it was two months past due. The water bill from the city was in there as well, it was for 68.00. There was no cable bill even though she had a small television set, obviously she had it cut off or it came with the rent. A late notice on the rent was also in the stack. It was for the 450.00 from the last month. The last bill was for her now worthless credit card, it amounted to 1290.00. Looking at the charges on the invoice, it looked like almost all of them were for groceries or gas along with one large charge of 800.00 to the state university. At the bottom of the stack was the last statement she had gotten from her bank. At the time of the statement she had 83.20 in her checking account and 7.32 in savings. 

She was not that far in debt but with no secure source of income it was going to be impossible for this sweet lady to keep going the way she was. Taking a pen from the same drawer, I wrote down her checking account number on a small piece of paper and slipped it into my pocket. If the day and night continued like I was planning a visit to her bank on Monday morning would be in order.

Continuing my search of the small apartment I saw pictures of what had to be her daughter and parents on the walls. There was also one of her on a small boat at the lake with a girlfriend. Damn Libby looked good in her bikini but what really caught my eye was that she was smiling and looking very happy. The water was still running in the shower so I went back into her bedroom to continue looking for more information about her.

The closet was open but she did not have very many clothes or shoes and I found that very strange. At one time she had been very well off and must have had many outfits and matching shoes to go with her country club life style but the closet was almost empty. Four or five dresses were hanging there, along with some jeans, women's dress pants and maybe a half dozen blouses. There was one pair of very high, stiletto black heels in the back they were old, scuffed on the bottoms but still very shiny. I picked them up and placed them on the bed beside the open suitcase. Other than that, she had a pair of jogging shoes, a couple of pairs each of sandals and causal flats. 

Her dresser was the same way, not even half full and the shorts, t shirts and polo shirts that were in there looked old and worn looking. It was obvious that Libby had not been spending any money on herself. Looking around I could not see any cosmetics and assumed that what little she had must have been in the small bathroom.

The shower shut off and I took a seat on the bed and waited for her to come back out. It was a while before she did come back out. When she did come out, I was pleased to see that she had put the white pants and thin, light blue, blouse back on. Even though she had again buttoned it all the way up, I could see the shape of her bare breasts under it. I also knew that she had not taken panties into the shower with her and was once again bare in her white Capri cargo pants. In her right hand she clutched a small over night plastic bag that must have held the cosmetics from the bathroom. 

Her hair was damp but combed out and hanging down loosely from around her pretty face. Her face was not longer red from our sex and the heat in the apartment and she had put on a bit of mascara around her pretty green eyes. She looked good and I knew that she had fixed herself up both out of pride in her own appearance and to please me. I liked that.

I did not get up from the bed as I very directly, told her, "You look good, very good, I like it. You please me Libby."

Her eyes widened at my words and she gave a flash of the smile that she had on her face in the picture that hung in the other room. It made my heart beat faster. When she cautiously edged over to pass the bed to her dresser to finish packing, I took her hand and stood up.

"What you have in your hand will do Libby, along with the shoes I put on your bed. You will not need anything else for what I have planned for the night. "

Her eyes darkened at my words, the sparkle that was there after my compliment left, replaced by fear and confusion at what I could mean by my words but she did not question me. After taking the shoes in her hand she turned back to me. Taking her free hand, pulling her behind me, we walked out of the bedroom and across her small living area towards the door.

When we got to the end of the counter where she kept her bills, I stopped, pulled the drawer open and took out the pair of scissors that I had seen there. 

Without a word, I took them in my hand. Libby gasped but did not try and stop me as I snipped off the top four buttons of her blouse until it was once again open down to reveal the sides her small sexy tits. After putting the scissors back and closing the drawer I turned to face her again.

"I told you what I liked. You should have learned. Now we can go."

After turning the lock, I pulled the door shut behind us. Libby walked to the car with her keys in her hand. Stepping up beside her on the driver side, I took the keys in her hand and felt her fingers close around them, as she hesitated to give them to me. Seeing my raised eyebrows and the look in my eyes she released her grip on them. After taking them from her hand, I placed my hand on the small of her back and escorted her around to the passenger side, using the remote to pop the locks as I did. 

Holding the door open as she got into the passenger seat I got a very good look down her blouse again and Libby knew it. Still shy about my appreciation of her body and not used to being so vulnerable she blushed a bit but did manage to say, "Thank you," before I shut the door behind her.

Her car was an automatic. After shifting to drive and pulling out of the apartment parking lot, I reached across the small space between us and casually, like it was the most natural thing in the world, placed my hand between her slightly opened legs, on her inner upper left thigh. Libby looked down at my hand between her legs and it pleased me that she did not jump at my controlling, confident touch or try and pull my hand away. 

It was not far back to where we had left my truck and traffic is never heavy in our mid sized town. We made it back without speaking, both of us alone with our thoughts of what had happened so far that day. I knew she had to be wondering about the rest of the day and evening and I did not see any need to settle her curiosity or say anything to calm her fears, so I just drove along in silence with my right hand lightly gripping her inner thigh, my little finger pressed in the crease between her thigh and sex.

After pulling along side my truck and before taking the car out of gear, I lifted my hand up as I turned to her and ran my fingertips along her right cheek. Her green eyes were fixed on mine and she looked a bit flustered. With a small smile on my face, I moved my hand back into her short blonde hair and took a handful. Unhurriedly, I pulled her head back as I pressed her closer to me. She shut her eyes at the feel of my fingers and I heard a small gasp as I tugged at her hair.

Leaning over to meet her face as I pulled her closer, I softly whispered, "Damn you are so beautiful, like this."

Her eyes stayed closed and I held her like that, with our faces almost touching. Her breathing was quick and her breath soft on my face. It was the perfect time to take another taste of her soft lips and mouth but instead, I pulled back and shifted the car into park, leaving her confused at what I had wanted. 

Her eyes were on me now as she straightened back up in the seat and watched through the windshield as I walked around the car and opened the passenger door for her. With the door open, Libby turned in the seat, putting her legs out first and then leaning forward while looking up at me she got out of the car. Her blouse was again open and she knew it was open in the front, exposing all of her smallish breasts and girlish nipples to my appreciative eyes.

As I shut the door behind her, she was smiling at me. Her smile gave me a very good feeling. Not only was it great to see her smiling and feeling good but I knew that I had brought her over a couple of barriers that had been between us earlier in the day. Libby was no longer shy about my seeing her alluring body. She wanted me to see it, to show it to me. Along with that, my hands on her body no longer caused her to jump at my touch or tense up at the feel of them running over her. 

"We have to make some stops before we go to my hotel. The first one is at the mall. I have not been there in many years but I know that you can show me the way. I will follow you there." I told her.

I knew damn well where the mall was but I wanted to find out more about what she was thinking. Was it a mistake I was making, giving her a chance to be alone with her thoughts, a chance to just drive off and forget all that had gone on that day? Would she try and get away now that she was in her own car with the bill paid, the tank full of gas? Would she try and loose me on the way to the mall?

We rolled across the parking lot to the exit. Libby signaled almost as soon as I was in behind her that it was a left turn. She waited until there was more than enough room for both of us to make the left on the busy road and I had to smile to myself, driving along behind her. A couple of miles later, a light turned to yellow and her tires squealed a little as she came to a stop. She shrugged her shoulders and smiled as she looked in her mirror back at me as we waited for the light to change. 

Ten minutes later we were pulling into the parking lot in front of one of the big anchor stores at the mall. Libby parked next to and empty spot but did not get out while I was pulling my truck in beside her. Was she waiting on me to get her door again? I leaned across the seat of my truck and took out the big manila envelope that was in the glove box. After taking out another 500.00 I put the envelope back and slapped the box shut. 

Libby was still in her car when I walked over to it. She put the window down and looked up at me saying, "I will wait for you here."

This was not what I wanted to hear. First of all she did not ask if she could wait, she said she was going to wait. Second of all, I think that she was again ashamed to be seen with me, while dressed the way she was. 

After reaching in through her open window, unlocking the door and grabbing the door handle to pull the door open, I replied to her, "No, Libby, that is not the way it is going to be. You will come with me."

Holding the door open, I held my hand out to her and after a quick glance at my eyes she took my hand and I helped her from the car. This time she did not lean as far down when getting out and was not smiling. It did not matter to me what she did or said, she had her opportunity to leave and she did not take it. I was going to do what I had planned no matter what.

My right hand again, held her left and she reached across her bare breasts in the thin blouse, her right hand was gripping just above my right elbow. With her arm this way she was holding the thin, blouse closed with her forearm, hiding her breasts with the rest of her arm, just liked she had done in the payment office of the electric company. 

Her hand gripped my arm tightly but she did not lean into me like she had done before. We entered the door to the store and it was not a surprise that we were in the women's department of the store. Libby must have been to this mall and parked where she did many times before her husband fucked up and lost all of her money. 

It surprised the hell out of her when I said, "This is not exactly what I had in mind but it will do," and started walking around the displays.

Her grip on my arm loosed but she still held on as we walked and she asked,"Why would you want to come here?"

Smiling I answered, "To get you something to wear when you go home tomorrow. I will not be there to hand on too and I am not going to let you walk around with your blouse open like that unless I am with you. "

She did not speak for second and then she laughed a little as she said, "You planned this all along. You cut the buttons off so I would have to get something else to wear."

We stopped and she was turned to me, looking up as I said, "Yeah, I did Libby."

She lifted her hand free from my arm for a moment to playfully slap my upper arm, "You are bad, very bad."

After a short chuckle I nodded in agreement and steered her over to a display that I liked and hoped she would. It was a yellow and white sun dress that had a stripped pattern. It came down to just above the knee on the mannequin and had two inch wide straps that went straight over the shoulders to the back. 

The cut in the front was not too much. On Libby's small breasts it would not even show her slight cleavage. The back was open enough to match the front and would show off her nice shoulders very well. It was a fairly conservative dress but knowing that she did not have panties or a bra to wear under it made it sexy as hell in my mind. Libby liked it as well because I got the big smile, the same one I had seen a couple of times before that day, the one that told me she was very happy from her and again it made my heart thump faster.

"That is the one, check for your size and then we can go try it on," I told her.

She dropped her hands from me as she looked through the rack beneath the display and when she found one in her size, the held it close to her chest before saying, "The changing rooms are over there. I will be back in a minute."

"Nope, that is not how it works Libby. I am coming too."

Her eyes got big but she did not say anything. I followed her over to the changing rooms where we got a key from the attendant. The attendant looked at us with a strange look but did not say anything when I followed Libby into the small room and shut the door behind us. 

We stood in the small room, almost touching as Libby, looking into each others eyes, as Libby worked up her courage to change in front of me. It was funny that she was being so shy and then it occurred to me that she did not know what I had in mind. Was I going to fuck her there, make her suck my cock or what? 

I waited patiently for her to make the first move. It would have been very good if she had just started to strip in front of me, acknowledging her submission to my desires but she did not. Instead, she turned her back to me, placed the hanger of the dress over the hook in the back of the room, reached down and started to undo the bottom three buttons on her blouse. That was fine with me too.

With her back to me, I reached around and took her hands in mine and pulled them to her side. Leaning over her shoulder, looking down, with her back to my chest, I undid the three remaining buttons, pulled the blouse from her pants and let it fall to the floor.

After it fell to the floor, I very softly brushed my lips over her ear, making her shiver before saying, "I told I was going to help you."

Her hands stayed obediently by her sides as my fingers pulled the button on her pants loose and the zipper down. Hooking my thumbs in sides of her white cargo pants, I tugged them down over her curved ass and past the smooth tanned thighs. As I bent lower, to push them down to her feet, I saw where my cum had leaked out of her before she took a shower and had dried in the crotch of her pants.

Taking each foot, one at a time, I unstrapped her sandals, first the right and then the left. As she leaned with one hand against the wall for balance, I pulled the pants off of each foot, stood and placed them on the small chair in the corner of the room after standing back up. Taking the dress off the hook, I slipped it off the hanger and pulled the zipper in the back down.




Baxter and Libby Ch. 02



"Turn around and hold your arms up Libby, I want to see how beautiful you look in this dress."

With her head down and her combed but straight blonde hair hanging down, hiding her face, she slowly turned around towards me and held her arms up over her head. She was blushing. She was breathing fast and the pale area, where her tan stopped around her nipples was a light pink color. Her little nipples were rock hard and I knew she was embarrassed about revealing herself to me that way.

Taking my time, being very careful not to touch her skin with my hands, I eased the dress down over her up stretched arms and past her lowered head. Her head was still down as I reached around her quivering body and zipped the dress up in the back. After zipping it up, I stepped to the side so that I was no longer blocking the full length mirror that was on the wall behind me. 

I tilted her chin up with my hand, "I know you are beautiful. Look in the mirror pretty lady. "

Her face was a mix of emotions as she looked up but being a woman, she could not help but to check out how the dress fitted and looked on her.After a quick glance up and down her smile returned and she turned quickly to me and gave me a hug that confirmed the right answers to the questions that I had. 

Her arms around my neck, hugging me tightly, my beauty whispered, "Thank you Baxter. Thank you very much."

I wanted to kiss, hell I wanted to take her right there in the changing room, fuck her hard and long but I did not. I held still until Libby pulled her arms from around my neck and stepped back.

Reading her mind, I told her, "Yes, you can wear it now. Pick up your clothes and I will go pay for it."

"Baxter, oh Baxter, thank you again."

Smiling, "I told you I was going to help you. Now come on, we have some other things to do."

Seeing that Libby was still in the dress, the attendant glared at Libby as she left the dressing room. Taking my knife out of my pocket, I cut the tags off the dress and handed them to her.

"Ring this up. My girl likes the dress. We will take it," were the only comments I had for the nosey bitch.

We followed her to the nearest register and as she scanned the tags, I reached across the check out counter and took a bag for Libby to put her other clothes. While Libby put her pants and blouse in the bag, I paid for the dress. As we walked through the store and then out into the main part of the mall Libby reached over and took my hand with hers. She was learning.

It had been a few years since I had been in the mall and then it was to meet some one else but I was confident I could find what I wanted. We had passed a few stores when Libby volunteered her help, which I declined. We were just about to the end of the mall when I saw what I was looking for in a store called Black and White. In the window on display was a very expensive, sexy, black evening dress. We stopped in front of the window and looked at it.

It had halter type straps over each shoulder and clasped around the back of the neck and would be fully open in the back. It tapered together down just above the hips and flared out past the hips. It was not a typical, tight, black little party dress. It was more classy, more formal but still very sexy. Around the waist was a black belt with a big, but not huge bright red, metal buckle in the middle of it. The halter top would show a lot of cleavage and would emphasis her smaller breasts while the belt around the middle would define her sexy hips and small waist. The hem line was below the knees, but the loose fit would show her sexy legs when she was sitting or walking

We turned and looked at each other at the same time as Libby said, "Wow."

I laughed and said, "Libby, I want to see you in that dress."

Her big smile covered her face again as she turned more to me, "It is nice, very nice."

"Would you like to have it Libby?"

"You have done enough for me Baxter," was her simple and humble answer.

Reaching over I ran my hand through her hair, stroking it tenderly as I said, "Libby, I want to buy that dress for you, see you in it, treat you like you need to be treated and then fuck you hard."

"What do you mean like I need to be treated Baxter?" She asked in a very shy, meek voice.

My fingers moved into her hair. Wrapping the blonde strands around my fingers, pulling her hair tightly hear head back, I leaned down and brushed my lips over hers before saying, "You know what I mean Libby." 

The bag from the store was looped over her arm. It brushed against my leg as Libby's hand moved to my hips. She did not answer but her body pressed to me, there in the mall and I pulled her head to the side and whispered in her ear, "Tell me that you want it Libby," and then leaned back up.

Her face was flushed, pale, not blushing this time, fear showing in her eyes, when she looked at me and answered with, "I want it Baxter."

Nothing more needed to be said, so I slipped my arm around her and escorted her into the store. It took the young woman sales clerk only a couple of minutes to find the dress in Libby's size and with her watching us I walked Libby towards the dressing rooms in the back of the store. There were three dressing rooms n the back of the shop. One was in the middle and the other two, on opposite sides of the one in the middle faced each other. Each one had a full length mirror on the front of the door and the back. That way you could stand in the middle and check out your look from three different sides simultaneously.

With the young sales clerk's eyes on us, I held open the door to the middle dressing room for Libby to enter. Once inside, Libby stepped to the side, expecting me to again accompany her in the small room but this time I did not. This time I had something else in mind. 

When the door shut behind her, I remembered that I had forgotten to tell her that I wanted to see how she looked in the dress before I bought it for her but she did not disappoint me. Before I had gotten comfortable in one of the chair in front of the waiting rooms, Libby had slipped the yellow sundress off and changed into the sexy black evening dress. My pulse started beating faster when I heard the knob turn on the dressing before Libby came out. I already knew where the sales clerk was standing. She was half way across the shop, giving us some privacy but being bored and since we were the only ones there, she was watching us, waiting for Libby to come out of the dressing room, just like I had been. 

When she stepped out of the dressing room, I could not honestly say what I liked better, the way she looked in the dress or the smile on her face. I stood up from the chair and moved the couple of feet that had separated us. Her hands were at her side and before checking herself out in the mirror, she was looking into my eyes with her green eyes sparkling.

"Do you like it Baxter?"

"Maybe. Turn around and show me the back, "I answered.

Libby slowly turned in place and I saw the full open back of the dress with only the two straps clinched high behind her neck, breaking the view of her smooth skin. Letting my eyes drop down more, my cock stirred in my pants as I saw the low cut of the dress, ending below the small of her back, just an half inch or less from where her round ass began to flare out. As she completed her turn, I admired her shapely legs and the way the loose hem of the dress swayed around them. 

My middle aged, divorced little, blonde lady dripped with sex appeal in the black dress. Even though looking at her in the dress had my heart beating faster and my mind filled with thoughts of what I wanted to do with her when I got her alone again, it was time to test her, to push her a little more, to teach her about herself and my desires. 

"I like it so far, but I want to see how it looks with you sitting down," I told her as I nodded towards the chair where I had been sitting. 

Libby was still smiling but not as much as she carefully sat down on the plain wooden chair that was in front of the dressing rooms. She had smoothed the dress down in the back before bending her knees and sitting down with her knees together and her body hunched forward a little. 

Moving over I stood beside and a little behind her, blocking the view of her upper body from the clerk, as I told Libby, "Now sit up straight and lean back in the chair."

With a blush beginning to show on her face again, she looked up at me and leaned back in the chair with both of us knowing that from where I was standing I would be able to see down and under the long v cut of the dress between her breasts, getting a peek of her braless tits. With her head turned back to look up at me, I knew that she would see the sales clerk behind me, across the room watching us. 

"I like what I see from here, looks really nice, very sexy Libby."

Reaching down, I slipped my hands under the straps of the dress where they began to circle back around her neck and lifted them up and out, saying, "It looks a little tight through here Libby," as I gazed down at her naked breasts now revealed to me, behind the black material. 

I moved around in front of her, knowing that the watching clerk could now see us in profile. I gradually pulled my hands down the straps. 

The back of my fingers glided along the slope of her bare breasts and then rubbed over her nipples before I moved my hands from under the dress and said, "No that looks and feels good, very good. "

Her hands were clenched tightly beside her legs and her blush had spread across her face. When the woman sales clerk moved on the other side of the room to get a better look, Libby jerked her head over in that direction. She now knew that she had been watching us and was going to continue. She turned her eyes back to me. Her green eyes were wide open and sparkling with excitement that conflicted a bit with the look of blushing embarrassment that was coloring her pretty face. 

"Cross your legs Libby. Show me how sexy you look when you cross them in that dress."

"Baxter?" She pleaded my name very softly.

I did not answer and after only a moment, she lifted her left leg up, the one that was on the same side as the watching clerk and crossed it at the knee over her right knees. The dress fell perfectly in place, with the hem right at her crossed knee. I moved to her side again, the same side the clerk was watching from but my back and shoulders blocked her view as I squatted on my haunches next to Libby. I put my right arm across her shoulders and reaching with my left hand, eased the hem line back from her knee just a bit. 

"What do you think Libby?" I asked but did not wait for her to answer before adding, "I think that it is too long. It would look much better if it came back up to here."

With my arm around her shoulders, I gripped her right upper arm hard, holding her still, as I said, "No. That may not be enough. You have such sexy legs, so damn hot, it really should be up higher to show them off more," and I inched it up another couple of inches revealing more of her legs. 

"I had designed the dress for you. I would have it all the way up to here, Libby."

With those words, I eased the hem line up until it was inches below her bare pussy. Libby's body jerked and then stiffened at the feel of my touch on high her inner thigh. Her right hand came up and like before when I teased her pussy in the truck, I felt her fingers on my wrist. Her touch was gentle, not forceful. It was a pleading, begging touch for me to stop that acknowledged that she could only ask, not demand. 

The backs of my middle finger and index fingers were pressing to the soft crease where her crossed legs met on her inner thighs and I turned my head to focus on her eyes that were level with mine as I stayed down beside her and said, "You remember in the truck Libby."

Instead of answering me verbally, I felt her soft fingers move from my wrist.

I added, "Uncross your legs Libby. Open them for me."

Quickly she looked past my head to where the sales clerk was standing and reading her mind, I said, "Do not worry about her Libby, she can not see your legs or my hand. 

Libby eased her left leg back and towards me. "Good Libby, good baby," I told her and for the first time used the word baby, not just calling her by her name.

Her eyes were fixed on mine as she shyly spread her knees apart, making just enough room for my hand to move up to her bare sex. My touch was slow and gentle as I cupped her, feeling the heat and wetness that I knew would be there. The dress was bunched up to her mid thighs and my hand was under it, holding her, not moving, just cupping her hot slit.

A small smile of approval was on my face as I told her, "Look in the mirror in front of us baby."

After another quick, nervous glance to where the clerk was standing, she turned her head and looked at our reflection in the long dressing mirror in front of us. She saw herself. Saw me beside her, her legs apart for my hand up under the bunched up dress and she let a slight moan, shifted in the chair and pressed herself against my fingers. 

In the corner of my eye I saw the clerk moving. She realized that she would be able to see us in the mirror if she moved more to the right.

I leaned forward a bit to block her view for another moment or two as I said to Libby, "You are what I want, not just this, I want all that you have Libby. I want all that you have to offer, not just your sexy body, but all of you baby." 

And after saying that I eased my hand from her, grasped the hem of the skirt and pulled it back down to her knees before standing and holding out my hand to her. Libby took my hand. I helped her to her feet and then pulled her close to me. Her eyes were on mine and I watched them shut as I lowered my mouth to hers and kissed her soft parted lips. It was a light, sensual, kiss that did not last long but it left both of our hearts pounding, 

Smiling I stood back up to my full height and told her, "Go change back in to the yellow dress. 

I want you to save this one for me, for tonight. "

"I want that too Baxter." 

She was beaming as she turned on her bare feet and walked back to the dressing room. After the door shut behind her, I turned and starred at the clerk until her face turned red and she walked away to the front of the store. Libby was out in a flash and wearing the yellow dress. 

As I walked her to the front of the store, she held my arm like before and teased me by saying, 

"Are you sure you do not want me to wear the pants along with the blouse you fixed."

I stopped and with a serious look on my face told her, "Damn that is a good idea," before laughing and leading her over to the waiting sales clerk at the register.

With the two bags dangling down over her right arm, her right hand again on my elbow, her left hand in mine, we walked around the rest of the mall until we came to the front of the Victoria's Secret Store. I stopped her, reached back for my wallet and took out another hundred dollar bill.

"This time you are on your own. Go find something that we both will like while I wait over there at that bench." I told her.

This time she did not disagree with me and with the bill in her hand, I watched her walk into the store. It seemed like a long time that I was sitting on the bench before she came back out but in reality it was just a few minutes. It seemed longer I did not like her out of my sight. As we walked through the rest of the mall and towards the exit at the store we where we cam in I wondered about that. Was it due to my training, that the one was to protect, to help had to stay in my line of vision or was it deeper than that? Hell I had just met her that morning but I was kidding myself if I thought my feelings were based only on my training. The lady was getting 

to me.

We got to where we parked, standing next to her car I held the door open for her and I teased her by asking, not telling her, "Are you going to show me what you got?" 

She was smiling broadly as she tossed the other two bags over onto the passenger seat and turned to face me with the last bag, the one from Victoria's still in her hand. She pulled it open just a little and pushed her hand down inside the bag, while looking up at me.

"Yes, Braxton, I am going to show you. It is only fair that you see what I got. I mean after all you did pay for them."

I raised my eyebrows in anticipation. Libby shocked me by quickly standing on her tip toes, leaning forward and kissing me on the cheek. She then turned before I could grab her, jumped into her car and shut the door laughing. 

She put the key in the switch and put the window.

"Braxton, I will show you, but you are going to have to wait until tonight!" She said with that smile that I had grown to love covering her face.

On the drive to my hotel, I swear if Libby had been following me any closer, my bumper would have had the white paint from her Camry on it. Each time I stopped and looked in the mirror back at her, she would smile and give a wave. As she drove along, I notice she was singing either with the radio or maybe a cd that was playing. Obviously she had gotten over any shyness or reservations she had about being with me for the night. 

We chatted a little as we went from the parking deck through the lobby and over to the elevators. When we reached the elevators, Libby grew silent. As the elevator rose up to the 10th floor where my room was I had my arm around her hips, holding her next to me. When the chime sounded and the door opened on my floor she stiffened just a little as I pressed her towards the open door.

I turned to her, brushed her hair back on each side, held her face in my hands, looked into her eyes and said, "Trust me Libby. Trust me all night long. It will be good baby."

Having said that, I kissed her lips lightly, turned and escorted her from the elevator down to my room. Once inside the large two bed room, she stood near the door, barely in the room, almost like she was afraid to come farther inside. I understood her nervousness, her shyness, the vulnerable feeling that she had and found it very appealing. She needed a push.

Sitting down on the edge of the bed that was closest to her, I told her, "Hang your dress in the closet."

Still nervous, she took her time hanging the black dress, smoothing it out with her hands until it was perfectly positioned on the hanger. Finally knowing that she could not delay any more, she placed the hanger on the metal, chrome rack in the closet and turned to face me again.

Using my hand, I motioned for her to come to me. Slowly she walked the few steps to where I was sitting on the edge of the bed and stood in front of me with her hands at her sides. My right hand gripped her left as I pulled her the last step to me, until she was standing between my spread legs. 

Taking both her hands in mine, I pulled them around behind her back and grasped her wrists with my right hand, pinning her hands behind her back. Libby did not struggle to pull her hands free. Her face was almost level with mine as I sat on the bed. She was biting her trembling lower lip and her still had a look of uncertainty in them. Using my left hand, I eased the zipper down on the back of her yellow dress. It was hanging loose in the front and on the sides as I slipped each strap down to her elbows trapped behind her. She shivered, standing between my legs as I squeezed her right breast hard with my left hand. 

"I have wanted to do that all day Libby," I told her.

Smiling, I tenderly pulled rolled and pinched the nipple until it swelled in my fingers. Libby kept her body still, submitting to my control of her. Looking up, I saw her eyes closed and her head back. Her back was arched from the way I held her arms behind her but she had her shoulders pulled back, pushing her small breasts and hard nipples forward, offering them to me, savoring my loving touch on them as I moved my hand from breast to breast until both of her buds were standing upright on her girlish tits. 




Baxter and Libby Ch. 02



Toying with her, I twisted a hard little bud and was rewarded by her moan at the sudden rough touch. Her shoulders rolled, jerked forward and then back at my twisting fingers, trying to free her nipple from the pain. It was red and pulsing, still responding to my rough touch though her body motions were a weak attempt to get away, to make me think otherwise. 

"You like that Libby. Yes, you do, you like it a little rough, a little hard. You like the way I play with your little nipples, I know you do baby."

Her answer was a loud moan. That was not good enough for me. No it was time to make her know what I wanted and to face what she needed. Keeping her arms pinned behind her I reached down and pushed my hand up under her dress and cupped her bare pussy. My middle finger circled around her wet opening, my palm pressed against the clit and I felt her puffy lips warm and moist to the middle of my hand. Grinding my palm to her clit, I pressed my middle finger just into her wet slit, teasing her, as she stood still between my spread legs. 

"You are wet Libby, wet and hot. I feet your hot pussy on my hand, you like it rough baby. You need to be taken, fucked hard like a hot slut." She gasped at my calling her a slut and twisted, trying to pull her hands free.

Feeling her twist, I laughed a little before saying, "You know it is true Libby. Yes, I made you do things today that you did not like."

Shifting on the bed, I pulled her to the side a half step and placed my left knee between her spread legs with my hand still working her sex.

"But you did them baby. You did them because you needed to. Not just for my help, no baby, you needed to be wanted, to be desired, to be taken, to be forced to submit. "

Tugging on her hands, I pulled her lower until she was straddling my knee. Immediately I felt the heat and wetness from between her legs soak through my pants. Holding my hand up between us, I licked her cunt juice off my fingers while looking into her green eyes. As she watched, I could feel her unknowingly, seductively squirming on my knee.

"You pussy is sweet Libby, damn sweet. Here baby have a taste!" I told her as I held my fingers to her lips.

She turned her head and looked away. Taking her chin, I pulled her face back around and again held my fingers up to her lips as I told her, 

"Taste it Libby, taste your pussy juice on my fingers."

Libby lifted her head up this time, moving her mouth away from wet pungent fingers as she pleased, "Baxter, please no."

Her refusal pissed me off. I had thought that we had gotten past the point of her not trusting me. I had taken care of her, protected her and taught her a lot about herself that day and now here she was saying "no" like she had a choice in the situation. 

Even though I was pissed, I laughed a little, knowing that I had just learned a bit more about her and said in a controlled but harsh voice,"No is that what you're telling me? Oh yeah, slut like you needs something else to suck on."

Letting go of her wrists behind her back, I stood quickly and gave her a push off my knee. Libby stumbled back as step before the dress bunched around her feet causing her to trip backwards, falling down on her cute little ass with shock and hurt in her eyes.

Smiling I stepped over to her and took her by the hair with my right hand. Jerking hard, I pulled her head back and up as I looked down into her eyes. "Now Libby you are going to suck my cock until I cum in your mouth and on your pretty face. Yeah, that is right, I tried to play nice with you baby, but you are too damn dumb or fucking proud to admit that you need more from me than just money. No, you want to be treated like a teasing little slut than that is what you get Libby. "

Working my pants open, pulling the zipper down with my left hand, I kept on pushing her, telling her, "You want to be my whore, suck and fuck for money, that is good too. Anyway we play it baby; I am going to have you to fuck all night long. Tonight Libby, you are mine!"

Pulling my semi hard cock out I rubbed it on her face and saw the tears come again to her eyes at my brutal treatment, my uncaring concern about her. I was not her husband, tenderly making love to his wife. I was not a boyfriend to her, trying to get past first base. Hell no, she was mine. I owned the slut for the night and was making damn sure that she knew it.

"Take it slut! Take my cock you little bitch," I ordered her as I jerked her short blonde hair again.

I had to push her, had to test her and break her down, to see if she was what I was looking for. I had been easy on her so far and her response had not been what I wanted. No she had enjoyed the day but not for the right reasons. I had been serving her, taking care of her like I wanted to do but she had failed to see the connection between submission and reward. Libby was still thinking that we were teenagers out on a first date and I was doing these things to get "lucky" with her. I had failed so far in making her see the need for her to let go of control to get what she needed and wanted. 

I had to break her to see if she could be fixed.

Her lips parted and I pushed my cock head into her mouth and ordered her, "Work it you little slut."

The feel of her warm mouth, the touch of her tongue and the sight of her kneeling before me with the yellow dress all the way down around her knees had me hard in not time. I bobbed her head back and forth, fucking her pretty mouth as she sobbed and tears ran down her face.

I did not like to see her crying, hell it was all that I could do, not to pick her up and kiss away the tears but it was like spanking a child for disobeying. She had to learn.

Using her mouth like a cunt, fucking her with long strokes that forced her to take it down her throat and then using short strokes to fill her mouth as she caught her breath soon had me pushing the edge. It did not take long until my balls were getting tight and my cock head swelled in Libby's mouth. Pulling her head down, I held it still, my swollen cock head on her tongue as I spurted streams of cum into her mouth. My cock jerked four or five times before I pulled it out or her mouth and past her circled lips. Jacking it I emptied my balls while covering her face with my hot white cum. 

After milking the last drop of cum my shaft on her upturned face, I stepped back away from Libby and said, "I am going to take a shower now, " leaving her there on the floor, her face dripping with my cum, her dress a mess around her knees and tears running off her lovely face.

It was a long shower. The water felt good but I wanted Libby to have time to be alone with her thoughts and to give her a chance to stop that damn crying that was tearing at my heart strings. Stepping out of the shower, I moved over to the sink and took my time shaving. After shaving and putting on the after shave, I stepped from the bathroom into the room completely bare. 

It would have been hard to hear her while I was in the shower and it had been very quite in the room while I was shaving. Before I stepped out I was not even sure if she was still there. She was. She was sitting in a chair on the far side of the room. Her feet were bare and rested on the edge of the chair. Her legs were tucked up under her chin, the yellow dress was covering them like a tent and her arms wrapped around her knees. 

Reading her body position, seeing her arms around her legs, curled up in the chair, as far from me in the bathroom as she could get without leaving the room, told me that she was still struggling with her thoughts of being there and what to do. I glanced at her face, saw her looking my way but did not speak to her. I walked past her to the closet where her new black dress was hanging beside my other clothes. Taking a long sleeve white dress shirt and pair of dark dress pants from the hangers, I moved back over to the mirror that was over the dresser in front of the bed. Turning my back to her I pulled the dress shirt on, did the buttons and then tied the thin black tie around my neck. 

She was watching me. I took my time snugging up the tie, making it just so before sitting back on the bed behind me and pulling the dress pants up over my legs and bare crotch. After taking a pair of black socks from the drawer in front of me, I pulled them on and put on shinning black leather dress shoes. Libby still had not moved or spoken but that was okay with me. I was pleased that she was still there and knew that I could have and would have her body again after dinner but wanted more. I wanted her mind as well and she had not yet decided on that. I could take her body but she was going to have to give me her mind.

Completely dressed, I moved over to where she was sitting and she dropped her head down, not meeting my eyes. Standing beside her, I stroked her blonde hair and ran my fingers across her bare shoulders and upper back for a long time. Her body was tense at my touch. Neither of us spoke. Her head stayed down and she kept her eyes fixed on the floor. Her body position did not change but I could feel some tension ease from her shoulders and back where I touched her. 

Patiently, I waited for her to look up, knowing that she would eventually. Finally, Libby slowly lifted her eyes to mine. 

"You're a beautiful and special lady Libby. I want to take care of you," and I paused before continuing, to give her the chance to think about what I was saying, knowing that it conflicted with they way I treated her before my shower.

She started to speak after a moment but I put my fingers to her lips, hushed her and said, "After I leave you can do what you want. If you want to leave, then leave then."

I looked into her eyes and saw that was not what she wanted to hear, "If you stay here in the room when I come back after dinner, I will fuck you again, make you serve my cock and use you like a cheap whore."

She blinked at my words and her eyes drifted away from mine as I left my words hanging in the air, not yet giving her the third option the one I hoped that she would choose. Libby took a big breath, and dropped her head again and I knew the tears were going to start

Taking her chin in my hand, I raised her face towards mine and said, "Or your third option is to trust me, and be mine. "

I lowered my mouth to her lips, kissed her tenderly for a moment and then continued by saying, "If that is what you want? You will do what I am telling you now and always Libby. You will take a shower and while you are in the shower you will shave your pussy bare for me. 

This will be your present to me and a sign that you agree with what I have told you Libby."

"Do you understand me?" I asked.

"Yes Baxter, I understand," she replied.

"Good Libby. After that put on the black dress and meet me at the bar in the hotel lounge."

With these words ringing in her mind, I stepped back, left the room and headed to the bar. On the ride in the elevator down to the bar, I felt good. If she showed there would be no turning back for either or us, if she did not, then she was not what I was looking for.

I took a seat at the end of the half full bar where I had a view of the open lobby. I sat and sipped my drinks for thirty three minutes, watching CNN until I saw Libby walking towards me in the black dress and the heels that she had brought from her house.

She was also wearing black stockings or pantyhose on her shapely legs. She must have gotten them at the mall when I gave the money for the lingerie store. It was a small nervous smile that she had on her face, not the big beaming one that I liked so much but it was a good start. Getting up from the bar, my drink in my left hand, I moved over to meet her. With my left arm around her waist we walked towards a booth in the back. 

"You look sensational Libby," I told her as she slipped into the booth.

Surprised crossed her face, but not as much as it had at lunch when I moved in beside on the bench seat of the booth. My right arm was resting across the back of the booth as the waitress came over to take her order. 

As the waitress walked away, I turned to Libby and said, "I am glad you are here but only if you did as I told you. This can not be a half way. "

"Baxter, I did like you wanted, like you told me."

"That is good Libby, very good."

Then she shocked the hell out of me by reaching up and taking my hand from the table, pulling it down between us under the table and saying, "I want you to know Baxter. I want to show you that I did what you wanted."

She pulled my hand over to her leg, "I am not wearing panties Baxter. I did not buy any when we were shopping. I do not what them when I am with you."

She guided my hand up under the dress and I soon found out they were thigh high black stockings. 

I let her press my fingers to her bare shaven pussy as she said, "For you Baxter as my gift to you." 

Damn my cock jerked in my pants, my heart beat fast in my chest at the feel of her soft clean shaven pussy, at the words that she had said. I wanted to take her back up to the room and fuck her right then but it would not have fair to her. We had a round of drinks and then a leisurely dinner. We talked about things other than her situation and my past. Somehow both of us knew that this was not the time for those topics. I found out that she was a very good tennis player and the tan was a result of her swimming laps in the apartment pool during the days when she did not get called by the temp service. She said is helped relieve the stress.

After dinner, we had another drink at the bar and then listened to the band that was playing on the patio out back. After a couple of songs, I took her hand and we danced a slow dance with Libby pressed to me. Her bare tits in the black strapped halter type dress made hard points in the material when the dance was over. Our bodies had fit and moved perfectly together. We both wanted more than a dance after that and I took her back up to the room.

We kissed deeply as the door to the room shut behind us. I groped her ass with my right hand and rubbed her breasts with my left as she hugged me around my neck. Leaning forward just a bit, I moved my hand down from her ass and took her behind the knees. Lifting her up in my arms I carried her over to the bed and sat her down on the edge. Her green eyes looked up at me as I pulled my tie free and off my neck. 

"Hold out your hands Libby. Put them out in from of you, palms together. "

She did as I told her and watched as I knotted it around her right wrist and then looped it around both of them before pulling the end up between them and lashing her hands together with a foot and a half of the tie left dangling. Lifting her arms, I pulled her up towards the top of the bed where I tied her hands over her head to the head board with the loose end.

She was not smiling but she did not question me as I placed a pillow under her head, holding it up so she could watch as I pulled my belt free from my pants.

Bending over the bed, I took her right foot in my hand and circled the belt around her right ankle. She did not speak or struggle as I pulled the belt tight but gasped as I pulled her leg to the side and tied the belt to the post of the bed. 

I needed another belt and her eyes were on me, I could see them reflected in the mirror in front of me, the one over the dresser as I pulled open the top drawer and took another belt out. This one I used on her left leg and left her legs spread, and her hands tied together over her head.

Smiling I looked up in her eyes and kneeled across the bed. Reaching behind I her I undid the clasp on the dress behind her neck and pulled it down. I nuzzled along her neck down to her hard nipples. I flicked my tongue over first one and then the other and Libby responded by arching her back up to offer me more but I wanted something else. 

Pulling the straps down, I licked my way down from her tits to her belly. She sucked it in at the feel of my tongue dipping into her belly button and I smiled. With her dress up around her hips, I moved between her spread legs and licked bare slit of her freshly shaved sex. The smell and taste of her had my cock rock hard and I reached down and undid my pants. 

Her legs jerked at the belts and the bed shook as she groaned each time I ran my tongue along her exposed slit. In the truck she had spread her legs for me but when I got her off, it was too much for her and she had clamped them together like she did not deserve to feel that good. I was sure that she would have been clamping them around my head, fighting the sensation that I was giving her had I not tied her down.

When my tongue reached the top of her open slit this time, I looked up and saw her watching me. My lips found her clit and I sucked it hard between them as I watched her eyes close and her head toss from side to side. Running my tongue over her clit, had her body jerking. Her moans were mixed with deep groans of passion, desire and frustration at being tied as I took my pleasure with her.

Moving my tongue over her clit while sucking on it made Libby's hips buck off the bed and I knew that if I continued she would cum but it was not time for that yet. Lifting my head from between her thighs and her wet sex, I got off the bed. My cock was hard and standing up straight as I pulled my pants off and moved back between her spread legs. Holding it with my right hand, I rubbed the head along her spread pussy lips and then around her tight hole before pushing in her. 

Her eyes were closed tightly as I leaned over her and using small slow strokes, worked my cock up in her. Making her take a little more each time, feeling her coat my cock, slicking it up as her hips moved up to met my thrusts. 

Damn it was good and I took my time fucking her. When I was finally all the way in her, my balls against her ass, I leaned down and kissed her mouth. Her lips immediately parted for my tongue and leaning on my hands I fucked her with short hard jabs as we kissed. Each one of my hard jabs caused her to grunt into my open mouth. 

She was so fucking hot and slick that I knew if I kept this up I would be filling her with my cum again but I wanted her to have more. Slowing my pace, I pulled back and then pushed up in her again with long strong thrusts. Fucking her slowly like a lover would for twenty strokes that had Libby moving her hips to match each one. After twenty I again held still, deep in her and before suddenly jabbing her hard again with hard short strokes. 

Our kiss broke at my hard fucking, at my taking her roughly and Libby rolled her head from side to side, again grunting with each thrust. After twenty strokes this way, she was breathing faster, her eyes were open, staring at me and I knew she was going to cum as I kept ramming in her.

I leaned over and kissed her on the neck and felt her body jerk below me as she came hard, her cunt gripping at my cock then opening up again, then gripping again as she opened herself up for my cum. It was damn hard but I held off and when she stopped shaking, her eyes opened up and with a smirk on my face, I moved down between her spread legs again. 

Her clit was tender, swollen and I abused it with my lips, my teeth and my tongue and she was helpless to stop be as she thrashed below me and came again. This time as she came down, I moved my head to the side and bit her hard on the inner thigh before slipping back up her body and pushing my hard cock up in her spread soaked pussy again.

It was my time now. I sunk my full shaft up in Libby and reached down under her. Cupping her ass cheeks in my hands, I lifter her off the bed and rammed my cock up in her again and again. The room was filled with the wet squishy sounds of my fucking her and her gasps mixing with my grunts. My fingers grew slick on her ass cheeks from her pussy juices and I moved my middle finger to the open hole between her rounds cheeks. She clenched shut but my slick easy pushed inside her when she relaxed for a quick moment.




Baxter and Libby



Yes, I was playing with her head a little, I wanted to know the answers so I could see how alone she was, how isolated she was from friends or relatives. At the same time, the questions would reinforce the same ideas to her. The reason why she had waited for me, the reason why she was here with me was because she did not have any other choice. 

She was silent, not wanting to share her story with me but after telling her that was the only way I was going to help she started to speak. It was hard for her and at time she was close to tears while at other times there was a fire in her pretty green eyes at what happened.

Her first husband and the father of her daughter had been killed in a car accident seven years ago. The trucking company had been found negligent about the driver's log books and had been forced to pay 1.2 million to settle the case. The lawyers got half, Libby and Holly her daughter got $600,000. She should have set for life. 

About six months after the settlement, the wife of the lawyer that handled the case, introduced "Elizabeth" to her brother. His name was Chuck Miller and there was no way that he could not have known about the settlement. Less than a year later they were married.

Her second husband was a real fuck up. He had worked for an investment company for 10 years before going out on his own and taking his clients with him. He handled all of their investments and was returning over 40% to them on paper. The only problem was that is was your typical pyramid scam. He had to keep finding new investors to keep it going since his actual return was less than 6%. 

One of the first clients eventually wanted out and Chuck used the remaining money from the insurance settlement, $450,000, the bail himself out a tight spot, counting on more money coming in and convinced his risky investments would pay off eventually. It did not work out that way and he had to bring in more clients to keep the scam afloat. 

Eventually he ran out of referrals and had to start hitting their friends up as new investors. After 5 years it all fell apart. He was sentenced to 10 years. Their country club life style was gone. All of the friends that they had were ready to kill him and most of them would not believe that Libby did not know anything about it. They sued for restitution and everything that Libby had left was sold but it was not enough. 

All of the cars, the house, and other valuables like security notes had been his name. Her insurance settlement was the only thing that had been in her name and Chuck had hit it first. Libby was left with nothing. She and her 20 year old daughter were out penniless, on their own. Her daughter was able to apply and get hardship scholarships at school, so she went to school year round and stayed on campus, with occasional visits home. She was due home this Saturday night, with a friend for a wedding there in town and Libby was worried they would not have a place to stay because it was that morning that she had gotten up to a dark, very hot, second story apartment. 

Libby could not find a job. It is not a big town and most everyone knew the story. The economy was not good and the best she could do was working part time at a temp agency. She was getting in about two days a week and it was not enough to cover the bills. Her eyes were steady and unblinking as she told me her story and I believed her.

She did not eat much of the club sandwich that she ordered but I had no trouble putting away the Chef salad I had. It was great to be able to get some fresh vegetables again. After we finished I drove us the two blocks back to the parking lot in the strip mall that was in front of the office we had left earlier. Not once during our lunch did I drop my arm down around her shoulders or make a pass at her. When it was time to leave, I left a large tip for the waitress, paid the bill at the register and again held the exit door and the passenger door to the truck for Libby. 

We returned to the parking lot of the strip mall where the customer service office was. I parked far away from the other cars in the half full lot. I leaned over the seat, pulled open the glove box, in front of her, reached inside and took a large manila envelope. Her eyes watched my moves, still unsure of what I was going to do, even more wary now that we were parked so far away from the door.

Smiling I pulled the envelope open and took out six one hundred dollar bills. She looked down at them and then back up at me but she still was not sure or smiling. That was good with me. 

"Libby, if I just gave you this money, it would not be right. You would feel badly about not having to work for it, I know you would." I told her.

Her eyes got wide and I could see that she was ready to cry again, her worst fears coming true and I continued, "But if I did what you are thinking, then you would be nothing but a cheap whore that sold her body and I would be some John that has to pay for sex."

There was a change in her eyes and I continued, "Neither one of us fits those roles Libby."

"Then what do you want?" She quietly asked, with her head down a little, her eyes looking up to me.

By her question I knew that she had already resolved to herself to be my slut whore if that was what I had wanted. Hell yeah, I wanted her, wanted her badly but I was not going to make her into a slut that would fuck for money. I could get that in a back alley on the other side of town. No, I wanted more than that from her. I wanted her mind as well as her sexy body.

Taking 3 of the bills in my hand, I showed them to her and said, "I want to buy your bra Libby. $300.00 for it right now, but the offer is only good right now."

She started to speak but I reached up with my hand and pressed my fingers to her mouth, "Do not speak Libby. Shut up and decide what you want."

After hushing her, pulling my fingers from her lips, I lifted my hand and gently took the sunglasses from her eyes. Looking into those pretty green eyes that were shinning with the start of her tears again, I waited for her to make her decision.

She dropped her head down and forward away from my eyes. Her short blond hair feel forward no the side of her face, hiding it from me and with trembling hands she reached up and undid the top four buttons of her blouse. After they were undone she reached inside her blouse with her right hand and slipped the bra strap from her left shoulder down, pulling it down onto her upper arm. 

I smiled at my small victory and with amusement as she shyly did the same motion with her left hand on her right shoulder. She was not giving in to me completely, yes she was going to sell me the bra but she was not going to give me a look at her round, smallish, high tits willingly. Her hand was shaking even more as she reached down in the front and undid the clasp of the light blue bra between her breasts. With the bra hanging loose in the middle I could see almost all of her right breast but the cup of the bra still covered her nipple. 

After shrugging her left shoulder, she pulled her left arm back and through the strap of the bra. She then reached over and took the right strap off her bare upper arm and tugged the bra free from behind her back, off those tits that I found so fucking sexy and down her right arm. She was softly sobbing again as she placed the worn white bra down on her lap. 

She started to reach up and button the top four buttons of her blouse again, but I stopped her by saying, "Hand it to me Libby. Give me the bra you just sold me."

Her green eyes glanced up at me and I saw tears on her face but she took the bra and held it out for me to take from her trembling hand. I let my fingers brush over hers and then up along her hand before taking the bra and putting it up on the wide dash beneath the windshield.

When her trembling, fingers returned the first button, I took her hand, pulled it gently from her open blouse and said, "No leave it open for me Libby."

This time adding "for me" to my command, it was not just telling her to leave it open for no reason but specifically for me. I was starting to get her used to the idea that what she was doing was for me, as well as for the money that I was giving her. Yes I was playing with her head a bit, wanting to get her to know that I appreciated her body while letting her know that I was making the decisions for her. 

When she finally looked back at me, waiting for me to give her the money, afraid to ask but expecting me to honor my part of the deal, I praised her by saying, "Good Libby, very good. You are a very sexy lady and I like the way you are look, sitting there with your blouse open, showing me almost all of your beautiful breasts."

The fingers of my right hand tenderly caressed her right cheek as I held her eyes with mine and placed the three one hundred dollars bills on her lap.

"That is half of what you need. You will need six hundred to get your hook up done. I know that. "

Her green eyes were glistening from her tears but she was not crying any more. My fingers moved from her cheek, to along her neck, stroking softly up and down, around waiting for her to regain a little of her composure. Taking my time, enjoying the control, the power I had over this very conservative pretty lady.

Her fingers closed over the bills on her lap and when they did I moved my hand up her neck, to the back of her head. Taking her blonde hair between my fingers, I gripped it tightly and pulled her across the bench seat more towards me. A short gasp of surprise and then a slight moan escaped her lips at the feeling of my sudden rough touch. 

Pressing her face against my neck, I reached over and very slowly pushed her blouse open with my left hand. Gently I cupped her right breast, weighing it, and then tenderly squeezing it on my fingers. Libby squirmed in the seat and I felt her warm breath on my neck as I toyed with her curved breasts. Her nipple began to swell against my palm and my fingers closed around it. Her body stiffened against me when I rolled her swelling nipple. Her head jerked as she tried to pull back but I held her tightly to me with her left hand gripping the money and her right hand pressing to my chest. 

Libby kept her face buried in my neck, submitting to the pressure of my hand on the back of her head but I was sure that she was also ashamed, embarrassed of what was happening. She was hiding her face from anyone that would happen to walk by and look into the truck to see her body pulled over, leaning across the seat with my hand in her blouse and her bra laying up on the dash in plain sight.

My cock was beginning to ache in my jeans as I played with her soft tit and hard nipple. Alternating between loving caresses and sudden rough squeezes kept her off guard and she responded to my touches accordingly, with a mix of slight, almost unwilling moans escaping from her lips at my tender touch and louder gasps of shock and pain that were forced from them when my touch suddenly turned rough.

Looking down into her blouse, I saw her small, girlish like left nipple was puffy and begging for the attention that I had been giving her right breast. Leisurely my fingers left her right breast and traced a path down her cleavage; back up again, over her warm soft throat and then back down to where the last four buttons of her blouse remained fastened.

Taking my time, I undid the rest of the buttons that had remained closed on her blouse and pulled it fully open and away from her chest. My finger traced the bud of Libby's hard little nipple at the end of her left breast. Teasing it, then pulling it Libby arched her back, pressing her breast to my hand, offering more.

"Nice, Libby, very good. I like playing with your sexy breast, your little hard nipples," and she turned her face and pressed harder into my neck at my words. 

Her hand was not pressing so hard to my chest. She began to enjoy the mix of my tender caresses and sudden rough treatment to her sensitive tits and I knew it was time for the next step. Yes, I wanted her to get used to and enjoy the feel of my hands on her body bringing her pleasure but she had to learn that pleasure would be at my choice, that I was not seducing her but taking what I wanted and her submission to me would be rewarded. 

With very a very soft, controlled but commanding voice, I told her, "For the other three hundred I want your panties Libby."

Again her body stiffened to me, her hand once again pressed hard to my chest, her bowed neck flexed as she tried to pull her head from my neck but I held her too tightly. She murmured something into my neck but her face was pressed so tightly it was not clear and I did not care what she had said.

"Take them off Libby and hand them to me. Like you did with your bra. "

I let up the pressure a little so she could speak, her mouth turned to the side a little, away from my neck and down as she pleaded very softly, "No please, I can't do that. Please do not make me."

My grip tightened in her hair, hurting as I pulled her by her short blonde hair, turned her head away from me, and with my mouth almost touching her ear harshly said, "Libby, I can take your panties without asking or paying for them. I can take more than just that, I can take you, use you, make you do what I want and afterwards you will still be alone, with no job, sitting in a roasting hot apartment waiting for your daughter and friend to come home to. Believe that pretty lady."

She groaned loudly at my words, knowing that I meant them. My right hand tightened around her left breast. Squeezing it hard, pressing it back into her chest. Libby wiggled under my hands, not so much fighting me but denying me with out speaking. She knew what I said was true but was not ready to admit it to herself or allow it to happen with out resisting. 

I continued, my voice softer but still firm, as I told her, "But I do not want to do that Libby. No, Libby, I want to help you, want to give you what you need but you have to submit to me. Give me what I ask for, what I want from you."

Turning her head towards me, I forced her eyes to look at mine as I continued," Or you can be a cheap whore that fucks for money, that is what you can be. I will give you the money, fuck you hard and fast for my pleasure, fill you with my cum, wipe my cock clean on your pretty face and then zip up my pants and walk away. You were right when you were thinking that I wanted you when I offered to help you, but not as my whore."

She shook in my arms, crying more, and sobbing loudly. I pulled my left hand from her tit and wiped a tear from the corner or her right eye. Cupping her cheek gently, I pulled her head against my chest again. With my right arm over her shoulder, my right hand tenderly held her right breast and I waited for her to calm down before I finished what I had to say. Her chest heaved as she began to cry even harder but she did not pull away from me. Her hand stayed pressed lightly to my hard chest and her neck was relaxed, not resisting the control I had over her head. 

Her hot tears soaked my skirt as I held her head against my chest, just above where her hand was resting on me. Her short blonde hair was twined around my fingers as I said, "I told you before, it is your decision, it still is, I can take what you have or give you what you need Libby."

Libby stayed still, her head on my chest and her crying slowed. I knew she was confused not really sure of all that I was asking from her and was struggling to make a decision. It was cool in the truck with the AC going and the view of her sexy body, the feel of her against me was more than enough for me while I waited for her to stop crying and answer me.

After a good five minutes, she stopped crying and shaking against my body but she did not move to lift her head or answer me. My fingers had gradually loosed their grip on her hair and I was now tenderly stroking the back of her head, while still holding her cupped cheek in my hand. It was another five minutes before Libby lifted her head and turned her eyes up to my face.

Her eyes were red from crying and there were tear tracks on her face but her voice was steady, though soft as she answered me, "I want to give them to you."

Both my heart and my cock jumped at the words from the pretty lady, nestled against me. I pulled her head up to mine and pressed my mouth to hers. Her lips parted slightly, inviting me to take her but I held back, only brushing my lips over hers for a long second before pulling her head back and giving her a nod of approval.

Libby held my eyes with hers before finally leaning back up and reaching down to the button of her tight Capri pants. Her hands and fingers were steady, not shaking like they were when I had made her give her bra to me. She kept her head and eyes downs, watching what she was doing. Very slowly she pulled the button loose at the top of the cargo style Capri length pants. The zipper slipped down and exposed the top of a pair of faded white panties with a strip of lace across the top of them.

Libby straightened her legs, lifting her cute ass up off the bench seat of the truck and worked her pants down lower. As she did, I saw the rest of the panties that I was paying 300.00 for. I had to smile and laugh a little to myself even with the sight of this wonderfully sexy lady submitting to my desire. The panties were worn and the lace around the legs was loose and tattered. They looked like they had been worn and washed my times and I realized just how down on her luck this lady was and the thought filled me with different emotions.

Yes, I wanted that sweet little pussy that was still hidden and my cock throbbed in my jeans but along with that, I felt she deserved better and I wanted to help, to protect, hell to take care of her. Looking at her next to me and watching her submitting to me tore at my heart. For many years I had been looking after and protecting people that I really did not give a shit about, just doing it for the money. Now I had found a lady that needed what I could give her, but it had to be on my terms. As she sat back down on the seat with her pants down under her thighs, she pushed the red, strapped her sandals off her pretty little feet, the right one with her left foot and the left one with her right foot. Without looking back up to me, she tugged the pants the rest of the way down to her slim ankles before pulling her left leg free and then her right. The pants dropped to the floor of my truck and lay in a pile at her feet. 

It was obvious that when she made her up mind to do something she followed through with determination because without hesitation, her hands came back up and she hooked her thumbs in the sides of the panties. In one smooth move, she lifted her ass from the seat again, pulled the panties down her bare, tanned legs and off her feet. Her pretty face and green eyes turned to me as she held them out, biting her lower lip, she offered them to me. I reached out and stroked her pretty face, not yet taking them from her.

"You are beautiful Libby." Her lip trembled as I told her, "You want me to have them Libby."

"Yes, please take them Baxter," she whispered.

My hand dropped down from her cheek and I took her gift. Leaning forward, I hooked them over the side of the mirror mounted to the windshield. Her face turned red and I saw the blush continue all the way down her throat as she saw them hanging there with her bra lying across the dash under them.

With my eyes on hers, I leaned back and towards her. I put my right arm around her soft small shoulders, pulling her closer as I dipped my left hand down between her legs to her trimmed, blonde haired framed, pussy. Her knees jerked but she did not clasp them shut as I cupped her sex and then ran my middle finger up along her slit. Her right hand moved to my left forearm, her touch soft and gentle, not demanding, just holding on to it as I moved my hand along her pussy. Her eyes closed and she leaned more into me as I continued to tease her outer pussy lips with my fingers. She dropped her head to my chest again when I pressed my finger up in her tight, hot opening. She was wet and mine!




Baxter and Libby



"Do you want me to have this too Libby? Is that what you want? You want to give your pussy to me?"I asked as I worked deeper into her, rubbing up inside her with my crooked fingertip.

Her answer was a soft groan into my chest and she spread her knees more.

I fingered fucked her more, feeling her wetness coating my finger as the fingers of my right hand stretched down around her, teased her nipples. Aware of her every response to my probing different touches, I learned her pleasure zones, focusing on what she responded to, rewarding her submission to me, teaching her the pleasure that comes from it.

Without a word from me her hand moved down from my chest and I watched as her slim petite fingers rubbed the outline of my hard cock pressed again my thigh by my jeans. It would have been easy to tell her to take it out and push her head down lower until I filled her mouth with my pulsing hard cock but I did not. No, this was about her about her, about training her to trust me to take care of her, giving her what she needed.

Her soft cheek was rubbed against my tensed chest muscles through my tear soaked shirt as I pulled my finger from her and ran it up between her puffy pussy lips. Her moans grew stronger and then she gasped as my finger tip brushed over her inflamed clit but her finger nails dug into my forearm at the feel of it roughly running over her. Her hips twisted on the seat, side to side and I could feel her hot breath on my neck as Libby arched her head back. 

Smiling to myself, I knew it was time, to give this sweet, sexy lady her reward for her obedience. Very slowly my finger drug back down to her spread inviting opening. After pushing my finger back into her, I crooked it as I cupped her hot cunt with my hand. Pulling her tightly against me, I leaned towards her, massaged her hard clit with my palm and fingered her hard and fast. 

Libby grunted at the change of my touch and pinning her tightly against me I got her off. Her splayed open legs moved back and forth as I felt her tighten and then loosen on my finger. Her back arched and a lusty moan was followed by her,"Oh yes, Plllleeaseee....Yes Baxter." Smiling with satisfaction, I answered her, "Yes, Libby, cum for me Libby. Cum for me baby, cum on my hand in your sweet, tight, wet pussy."

With both her hands now gripping my bulging forearm, the nails digging in hard, her legs tightened, and her thighs clamped hard around my hand as she obeyed. Looking down I saw her eyes shut, her lips in a tight grimace and her pretty face a picture of sexual bliss as she shook with her orgasm. 

When Libby stopped shaking and I felt her thighs relax, I pulled my hand from between her legs and praised her, "Good, very good Libby."

Shyly she opened her eyes and looked up at mine, her hands dropped from my arm and watched as I brought my pussy juice covered fingers up to my mouth and licked them clean with a smile of my approval at her taste.

My shy little Libby blushed again and when I told her, "You have a sweet pussy Libby." 

Taking the panties from the dash, I handed them to her and said, "Here use these to dry your wet pussy, but remember that they are mine and I want them back." 

It was obvious now that I had her totally off guard, just like I wanted. She had obeyed me, submitted to my desires and yet I had not fucked her, had not made her suck my cock. Hell it had not even been out of my pants. No, I had done nothing but please her and she wondered what was next, anticipating that I would want more and I did, but not yet.

"Put your pants back on sexy lady, we still have to get your power back on," I told her and watched a look of surprise and then a smile cover her cute face as she did as handed me the now damp and cum smelling panties.

Libby quickly reached for her pants on the floor of the truck. The 3 bills were on the seat beside her and I picked them up. She glanced at me but did not speak as I took the other bills from the dash and got out of the truck. Her pants were already up over her tight ass again and she was fastening them as I opened the door on the passenger side. Her blouse was still open and she quickly pulled it closed, afraid someone walking by might see her, before finishing with her pants. 

After doing the buttons on her blouse she turned on the seat, put her legs out and slipped down out of the truck to face me. Without speaking I reached up and undid the top three buttons of her blouse again.

"Leave it that way for me," I said after lowering my hands.

"Do I have to go in like this, my blouse is too thin, and everyone will see that I am not wearing a bra?" She asked me.

"Yeah, that is a damn shame you sold me your only one," I answered her with a sly smile.

My sweet little toy, actually pouted at my words, wanting to get her way. I took her by the hand, pulling her behind me across the parking lot and after a few steps as she stumbled along to catch up turned to her.

"Yes, they might notice your hard nipples, I damn sure do," I said with a smile before adding 

"You're a smart lady you will figure it out."

We were almost to the door when I felt her left hand and arm slide up under my right arm. Her right hand then came over on top of my bicep, so that her right arm was across her bare breasts, hiding them the best she could from others. I opened the door for her and we side stepped inside without her letting go. 

The lines were not long, only a couple of people in each one. We stood there without speaking, her purse dangling over her right arm, with both of her hands clenching onto me. Her body was turned to me, her face looking up at mine from time to time. 

As the person in front of us turned to leave we stepped forward and then Libby stood up on her tip toes, her mouth as close to my ear as she could get it as she said, " You wanted this, you planned this, you knew that I would have to hold on to you like this."

"Yes, I did Libby, just helping you again," I answered with a smirk.

She did not speak for a minute and then on her toes again she playfully whispered, "Do you always get what you want Baxter?"

I smiled, reached for her for chin, cupped it my hand, holding her eyes on mine I answered, "Yes I do and in the truck I told you what I wanted, Libby "

After several moments of thought, her face turned crimson as she remembered my words that I wanted to fuck her, fill her with my cum and wipe my cock clean on her face. My hand dropped from her chin and she lowered her eyes and to my satisfaction, I felt her snuggle up closer to me.

When it was our turn, I took the paper from her purse, handed it to the clerk with the six hundred dollars. Libby stayed on my arm as she did the paperwork and handed me the receipt. 

Then the clerk said what I knew was coming, "Your power will be turned back on before Monday but not before tomorrow evening."

Libby was shocked and stammered, "Can you not turn it on sooner? My daughter and her friend are coming into town tomorrow."

The bitchy clerk sneered and said," You should have thought of that sooner, before we had to discontinue service." 

Not wanting to let the clerk embarrass Libby anymore, I turned and we walked out the door. Libby was both mad and close to tears. 

When we got to the truck she said rather hatefully, "You knew all along that it would be two days before they cut the power back on."

I knew she was taking her anger, her disappointment out on me, so I did not adjust her attitude, I simply answered her by saying, "Yes, I did. I also said that I would help you and I have."

She stood in front of me with her arms crossed and finally had to admit, "Yes you have."

"Now, we just have to find a place for you to spend tonight. Your apartment will be roasting."

Libby cocked her head to the side and smiled before saying, "I suppose that you have a place in mind."

"It just so happens that I do, Libby. I have a room at the downtown Sheraton for the rest of the weekend. Nice big room that just happens to have two beds."

"Two beds huh?" She asked with a smile.

"Yeah, two beds and a pool, hot tub, and nice restaurant on site," was my answer back to her.

Without waiting for her to answer I took her by the hand, stuffed it back under my arm, reached over and pulled her hand across her body again starting walking across the hot parking lot towards her car. She held on to me like before and when I looked over at her, my glance was met with a smile.

We stopped beside the driver door of her car, I held out my hand for the key and said, "First we can stop by your place and let you pick up the few things you will need."

Taking the key from her hand, I opened the door for her and watched as she sat down behind the steering while. After shutting the door behind me, I walked to the other side and got in the passenger seat of her older model Toyota Camry. We had gone about two miles without speaking when I heard the chime of the low gas light come on. Leaning over her, resting my left hand on her knee, I looked the dash and then shook my head. 

Turning back to her, with a smile on my face, I laughed a little and told her, "Go ahead, find the closest gas station, I told you I was here to help and I do not intend to push this damn thing. "

Her answer was a very shy, soft spoken, "Thank you again Baxter."

A couple of blocks later we pulled into a station and Libby started to get out. Grabbing her right arm, I stopped and pulled her back into her seat before saying, "I will let you drive. It is your car, but damned if I am going to let the lady pump the gas when I am in the car." 

Looking through the windshield at her as I moved around the car, I could see she was puzzled with all that had happened so far, between treating her at times like a slut and other times protecting her, calling her a lady, she was confused just like I wanted her to be. The time would soon come when I made myself clear and her reaction then would tell me all that I needed to know.

Since I was paying with cash, I had to go inside to prepay. Once inside I got Libby a diet coke, remembering that is what she had with her lunch. After handing it through the window to her and being rewarded with a smile from her pretty face, I pumped the 40.00 worth of gas that I paid for.

"That's $40.00 more worth of help, for you Libby," I said as I shut the car door behind me on the passenger side. 

"Thank you Baxter, thank you again." She replied before starting the car and pulling out on to the busy road to drive to her place.

"Words are not enough this time Libby," I answered her and leaned over towards her as she was driving and then added, "Keep your hands on the wheel."

With my right hand I took my time and undid the top five buttons of her blouse until it was open down to her belly button. I was pleased to see that she obeyed me and did not make a move to stop me. She kept her eyes straight ahead and focused on the road and her hands never left the wheel to try and stop me. After pulling the blouse up, to loosen it a little from where it was tucked into her pants, I slipped my hand inside her blouse and quickly, playfully, tweaked her naked nipples before pulling my hand free. Her response was a gasp as her head and shoulders rolled at my touch.

Leaning back in my seat but turned to her, almost all of her tits and hard, girlish nipples were visible to me as she drove with both her hands high on the steering wheel. My left hand was behind her head, cupping it while my thumb rubbed up and down along the back of her neck. Minutes later, I leaned over to her, my mouth inches from her ear, as I teasingly asked her, 

"Is it too cold in her for you Libby, I see that your nipples are very hard baby."

Leaning back I saw a blush again come to her pretty face and I knew that when she blushed, not matter what she said, she was turned on.

After a few miles, my smart sexy lady, turned to me and said, did not ask, "This is why you let me drive, so you could see me like this."

I chuckled "You are as smart as you are pretty Libby." 

Then reaching over, rubbing her thin blouse over her stiff right bud, I added, "I hope it is a long drive to your place."

She did not answer but she wiggled her ass in the seat at the feel of my hand on her again. A few turns later we pulled into the older two story building apartment complex where she lived. We parked in front of it and she pointed up to her place. A second story apartment, an end unit with a southern exposure, damn it would be hot in there. She hopped out of the car, not waiting for me to get the door for her. We met in front of the car, steps away from the stairs that went up to her place.

"You go on up and get the few things you will need for the night. I want to check something out and will be up in a few minutes." I told her.

Libby looked puzzled, wondering what I could possibly be checking out but she did not say anything before going up to her place. I knew a few minutes up there alone and she would be feeling more confident, more in control and that was what I wanted. 

Looking around, I guessed that the meters for each unit would be on the back side, so I walked around the corner and sure enough there were two meters and corresponding breaker boxes beside each other. There was one for the ground floor apartment and one for the top floor. The one with 2A on it had a red seal on it. The one beneath it had a standard blue wire seal. So the red means shut off and the blue is power on. Damn this is easy. All I have to do is find an unoccupied apartment with the power still on and switch the damn seals. 

When the meter man came to turn the power back on, to Libby's place he would just think that someone beat him to it. When they came to shut off the power to the unit I switched the seals with, again they more than likely would not bother to check. 

I walked the back of the building she was in but did not find what I was looking for, but when I checked behind building B I found it. 4B looked like the place was empty but the meter was barely turning and it had a blue seal. There was nothing on the back porch or any window treatments on the back windows to suggest that any one lived there. As I walked back around to the front, I could not see any sign that it was occupied and I thought to myself, this is just too damn easy. It would not be any trouble at all, to carefully break the seal on Libby's meter and switch it with the one from 4b. I could do it now but that would not serve my purpose. 

She had left the door open for me. Stepping inside I saw a very small living room, only space enough for a small love seat and one easy chair. The dining table was directly behind it with the tiny kitchen, along the side of the dining room with a bar separating them. The one bedroom was through walkway between the living room and the dinning room and back to the left. The bathroom was across from the bedroom. The entire apartment could not have been more than 450 or 500 sq feet.

Libby was in the bedroom with an empty suitcase open and on the bed. She had used the few minutes that I had taken looking at the meters to change clothes. Now she was wearing a jean skirt with a white polo shirt. She glanced over her shoulder as I came in and then smiled before going into the bathroom to gather a few things. 

When she came back out, I was sitting on her bed, holding the white pants and blue blouse that she had been wearing in my hands and not smiling. She saw my look and stopped short of the suitcase, toothbrush, toothpaste and a hairbrush in her hands. It was time to push her.

"I am disappointed in you Libby. I did not tell you that you could change clothes Libby, I liked what you were wearing before," was my stern remark to her questioning eyes.

A quick moment of silence and she answered with confidence and daring in her tone of voice, "I did not know I had to ask you when I could change or what I had to wear. That was not part of our agreement."

"Now you do know."

I stood and moved the small step to her, held them out to her before saying, "Change back for me"

"No Baxter, I do not want too." She said but this time not so confidently.

"So you do not want too, but if you did want too, then you would. Is that correct, Libby?" I asked in a harsh but controlled voice.

She trembled a little, but defiantly said, "Yes, that is correct."

A bully is only interested in showing superior physical authority and would have slapped her pretty face, hit her hard with a closed fist or even worse to make her submit to get his way. Some guys would have begged or pleaded. Neither of those was me or what I wanted. No, I wanted to take her emotionally as well as physically. Yes, I needed to establish my authority over this pretty lady but it had to more than physical. It had to connect deeper than just a pain from a beating. She had to be taught that by submitting herself to me, she would be rewarded in many ways. Already today, I had proved to her that I could take care of her financial problems, protect her physically, give her a sexual high and release like she had not had in a long time and treat her as my lady but she had to be made aware of it, to make the connection between submission and reward. I smiled, turned and tossed the clothing on the bed before turning back to her, grabbing her right wrist, pulling her to me and saying, "Then I will just have to convince you that you want to wear them for me."

Taking a step back, pulling her with me, I sat down on the edge of her bed and jerked her face down and over my lap. Bending her right arm behind her back, I held her down and across my lap.

"Baxter! What are you doing! Baxter, Please let me go." 

My answer to her was jerking her jean skirt up to the top of her thighs and bringing my left hand down over her bare soft thighs. The slap of my hand on her skin rang out in the steaming hot small bedroom. Libby struggled more and sweat was already beading on the side of her face and back of her neck as my hand came down again, as she was howling from the shock and pain of my first slap. The third slap had hot tears fighting to escape through her tightly shut eye lids. The fourth slap on her back of her tender thighs brought a hard sob. The fifth slap stung even more but the outcome from it was less squirming, less struggling to get away.

"Please Baxter, no more" she pleaded between sobs laying still with her head on the bed, crying.

Taking my time, not rushing, still holding her arm up behind her back, controlling her, I undid the button in the back of the jean skirt and pulled the zipper down. This time when I tugged at it, the skirt easily slipped up over her taut rounded ass. 

A spanking brings many thoughts to a person. Thoughts of misbehaving and then being punished for it are the most common. The idea of submitting to the authority of someone else without question or facing even rougher consequences also comes in to play. Usually along with this comes the idea that you are being treated as you were when you were a child and the spanking was almost always from someone that loved you but you had disappointed them, disobeyed them in some way. There is also the fear of the physical pain and the humilation. 

I wanted Libby to have the time to feel all of these thoughts before I finished with her. Before I let her up from my lap I would know if she was what I was looking for. Again my hand came down, this time on her panty covered ass. It did not make the sharp, slapping noise that it did on her bare thighs and I knew it did not sting as much. It was not my goal to hurt her, but to teach her and make her aware of her own emotions and needs. Again she felt my slap on her ass, but after it I squeezed her ass and rubbed my hand over it. 

Libby was still crying but not even moving on my lap, resigned to the fact that I would stop when I wanted. My circling hand lifted from her ass and came down again. She let out a groan and I pushed my fingers up under the thin panty to feel her smooth ass. Stretching the panty up to make room for my hand, knowing that it was pulling tight along her slit, I squeezed her ass while looking down at her red face on the edge of the bed.