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Shelly and the Tow Truck Driver

By: SpartanWitherby



My truck lumbered to a halt on the quiet suburban street in front of the old, gray sedan with its hood up. The woman -- Shelly Foster, according to the dispatcher -- leaned against its side. She was tall, maybe in her late 20s, a little plump and a lot curvy. Her soft, curly hair was a stunning red, though you could see black roots along her part. She wore a floral sundress that fluttered in the light breeze. She was fanning herself with a large envelope.

I opened my door and clambered down. Driving a tow truck wasn't exciting, but I was home from college for the summer, and there weren't many jobs in my small town for a biology major. Money is money, and the tow truck company had been hiring. Only two weeks left until school began.

"Ms. Foster?" I said. She nodded. "What happened here?" As I got closer, I saw a light wash of freckles over her face. She was cute.

She sighed. "I don't know; I was driving along, then my car made a funny whining noise, and there was a big puff of black smoke."

I went and looked at the engine. It didn't sound like I could fix it, but my boss always wanted us to check. Fixing a problem quickly meant a bit of cash without a lot of time.

No dice this time around; the clutch was shot to hell. I told her as much.

"Fuck," she said. "Just what I need. How much will that cost, do you think?"

"Well, ma'am, I'm not a mechanic, but I'm guessing a few hundred dollars."

"Fuck," she said again. "Well, can you tow it to my house? I can't afford a new clutch right now, but at least I can get it home."

"Sure thing. Make yourself comfortable in the truck, and I'll get your car hooked up."

She walked towards the truck, and I took a look. Nice legs led up to an ass as curvy as her breasts. The job was boring, but occasionally pretty women needed help. It was the only redeeming thing about the work.

I set up the chains and winched the car up. I climbed back into the cab, and let the dispatcher know the situation. The hem of her dress was hiked a little above her knees.

"All set," I said. She nodded and gave me her address.

"Are you sure you don't want me to take this to a garage?" I asked. "That's a bit of a drive."

She sighed again. "No, it's going to have to sit in my driveway for a couple of weeks until payday." 

"I understand, ma'am. Buckle up, and we'll get going."

We were quiet for a few minutes -- my boss always says to keep quiet unless the customer wants to talk. Then she asked me my name, and from there we had a nice, pleasant chat for the thirty minutes it took to get to her apartment complex. I told her this was a summer job; she told me she worked as an admin at a small business in town.

The truck bumped heavily as it went into the driveway. The apartment complex was two rows of townhouses separated by a wide strip of carports. She pointed to a unit on the left, midway down, and I drove over.

I pulled my clipboard off the dash and filled it out.

"Okay, ma'am; that will be one hundred dollars." I handed her the paper.

"One hundred dollars!" She looked over the paper. That long drive had been expensive. She sighed again.

"Well, this is turning out to be an expensive day," she said. "When will you bill me?"

"We don't bill, ma'am. The amount is due now."

"What! I don't have that kind of money!"

"I'm sorry, ma'am. It's policy."

"What do you do if one of your customers doesn't have cash on them?"

"We take credit cards, ma'am."

She flushed. "Mine are maxed out at the moment. What happens if I don't have money?"

I sympathized; I really did. But my boss had gotten screwed on too many promises to pay later.

"If you can't pay, I can tow you to a garage. They'll pay us, and you can arrange payment with them."

"But my car's just going to sit there?"

"Yes, ma'am."

"Don't they charge per day for that?"

"Yes, ma'am."

"Well, I can't afford that!"

"I'm sorry, ma'am."

She grimaced, looked out the window, and took a deep breath. She looked at me sideways.

"Look, I'm not normally this kind of girl, but I'm a bit desperate at the moment. What if I give you a blow job?"

Holy shit! I had heard guys around the garage talk about women offering sex when they couldn't pay, but I always chalked it up to boasting. It certainly had never happened to me. Fortunately, I had heard enough of their stories to know what to do: milk it for what I could.

I coughed and stammered. "Um, that's very kind, ma'am, but it's not really policy."

"Fuck policy," she said. "I'm offering a blow job."

"A blow job for a tow job," I said with a smile.

She smiled back. "Clever. Look, I'm good at it; you'll like it."

"I'm sure, ma'am, but the problem is that then I'd have to pay for the towing." Actually, my boss was kind of a sleaze and had been known to not worry about it when a guy said he had been paid in sex. He said it was a perk of the business, and he wanted his drivers to be happy. But I wanted as much as I could get.

"Oh. I didn't realize that," she said. "Can't you tell them you fixed the issue?"

I grimaced. "No, ma'am; I checked in with the dispatcher."

She frowned. She really was very cute. I looked at her pretty little mouth and imagined it sliding over my dick.

"Well," she said. "I guess we'll have to go to the garage after all."

I didn't want to miss out on this chance.

"Well, ma'am, I'd be willing to consider it."

"Really?"

"Yes, ma'am, but only under a few conditions."

"What?" She looked wary.

"Well, one hundred dollars is a lot of money for a college student, and, if I may say so, it's a lot of money for a blow job. So you'd really have to make it worth it."

"Trust me; I'm good at this."

"Maybe, ma'am, but I want to be sure." She arched an eyebrow.

"Do you want references?" Her tone was sarcastic.

"I'll pay for your towing if you give me two blow jobs."

"What?! No way."

"If you won't give me two b.j.s, then you have to make the one worth one hundred dollars."

"And how should I do that," she asked with a sneer.

"Well, I like it when a girl swallows," I said, trying to sound confident. I was making this up as I went along.

"Okay," she said. She leaned forward. I looked again at that soft mouth. Oh, god, how I wanted this to happen.

"Another thing," I said. She paused and looked at me expectantly.

"I want you naked so that I can touch you."

"Are you fucking kidding me? Maybe we should go to the garage after all."

"If you want, ma'am. But in these cases I get to choose the garage, and the one I have in mind charges forty dollars per day for storage." Her eyes grew wide. "I know you're strapped for cash. You might be able to negotiate the same way with them," I continued, "but it's five guys who are always talking about sex, and, if I may say so, you're very attractive. I don't know what they'll want, but I've heard stories."

"You're bullshitting me."

"No, ma'am. I've seen pictures."

"Really? Like what?"

"Cute blond girl got into a car accident with daddy's car. Didn't want him finding out. Didn't have a lot of money, like you. I don't want to go into details, but there are five guys in that shop and two were waiting in line." She blanched. "If it's any consolation, she seemed to be enjoying it. Do you want to do that?" She shook her head quickly.

"That's blackmail!"

"As I said, ma'am, that's a lot of money for me, and I can't afford to take chances. You're the one who made the offer."

She huffed and turned forward.

"Anything else?" Her teeth were clenched.

"For one hundred dollars, one other thing," I said. "I want a picture of you when you're naked."

"I can not fucking believe this," she said. Then she turned. "What if we do two blow jobs like you said?"

I considered it. "Okay, but you still swallow, and you slide your dress down and take off your bra so that I can fondle your breasts." I looked at them deliberately. She crossed her arms over them self-conciously.

"That's not what you said before!" Tears had formed in her eyes as she realized the predicament she was in.

I had to hold firm, though her tears were making me feel like shit. "I hadn't had time to think about it."

"Someone might see us!"

"The cab is pretty high, ma'am. I don't think that will be a problem."

"The units are two stories, asshole," she shouted. "Anyone looking down will see me." Well, I wasn't about to back down after that little tirade.

I didn't say anything.

She took another deep breath, and I watched her large breasts swell.

"Okay, look. We can do this. The blow job, me naked, the pic," she said. Yes! "But we have to do it indoors. I can't have my neighbors watching me suck the cock of some stranger."

"I'm worried about leaving the truck, ma'am," I said.

"For fuck's sake! Why?"

"It's blocking a bunch of cars right now. What if the landlord calls the cops?"

"They won't get here in time." I arched an eyebrow at the implication, and she flushed. "You know what I mean."

"I know you don't want to risk your neighbors seeing you; I know I don't want to have the cops called on me. Even if I didn't get a ticket, the boss would dock my pay on top of the hundred dollars I'd be out." Had to keep reminding her about the money.

"Look, what if we drive a few blocks away or something," she said.

"I'm sorry, ma'am." I tapped on a black box on the dash. "We're all tracked by GPS. My boss will want to know what happened, and, like I said, this isn't exactly policy." The bit about tracking me was true, actually. The boss had had guys dealing drugs as a side business, so he monitored routes closely.

"So we're stuck," she said angrily. "You won't go somewhere else or come inside, and I won't strip in your cab."

"I'm sorry you're upset, ma'am. But I'll come inside if you want."

"You will? What the fuck was all that about, then?"

"It's still a big risk, so you'll have to make it up to me."

"Jesus fucking christ," she said. "What now?"

"You do a strip tease to get naked," I said quickly as I raced to get the most out of this. "And you do the blow job with me standing over you on on your knees so I can really get in deep," I said. "And I get two of them." I paused. "Or for the second one I get to have sex with you."

"What?! What kind of a girl do you think I am?" I chose not to answer. "Is this what you do for kicks? Take advantage of women down on their luck?"

"No ma'am; they don't usually offer. I'm happy to take the money if you'd prefer. Or tow you to the garage."

"How about this," she said. "You unhook the car and park the truck on the street. Then you come inside, and you don't have to worry."

That would be fair. Of course. But I was pissed about her insults; this hadn't been my idea, originally. The more I imagined the scene, the more I pictured her naked, the more I imagined the caress of her tongue on my cock, the less I wanted to give it up.

"I do that, and you do all the things I've asked?"

"Fuck no. You get me naked, a blow job, and a pic. Like we agreed. That's it. That seems plenty fair." Well, it had been worth a shot.

"Well, ma'am, I guess we can't come to an agreement. I'll take you to that garage. The guys there will all take care of you." I emphasized the "all" a bit. I put the truck into gear.

"No, wait!" I paused and looked at her.

"Fine," she spat. "The strip tease, me naked and on my knees, and two blow jobs. But no picture."

"The picture's part of the deal," I said. "But you won't have to fuck me on the second go."

She fumed for a second. "Fine. How about no sexy strip tease, two blow jobs, me naked, me on my knees, one picture. Are we done with this?"

"Yes, ma'am. I'll get the car unhooked."

Her face was furious. She opened the door. "I'll go inside."

I grabbed her arm. "No, ma'am. I don't want you locking me out." She threw up her arms and then crossed them.

"Actually, I take that back. Let's both go to your front door and, when you unlock it, you can give me your keys." She gave a curt nod. I didn't want her dashing out while I dealt with the car.

We walked down the narrow concrete path. I looked again at her swaying ass and imagined it naked. Too bad I wasn't getting a fuck out of this.

She unlocked the front door and threw the keys at me. I tucked them in my pocket and patted it. She went inside and began to close the door. I put my foot in it.

"Remember, ma'am. I can still take the car to the garage if you want. You can pay the five of them." She looked down and shook her head. I had won. I had an idea.

"I'll make you a deal, ma'am." She looked up sharply, and her face flushed under her light wash of freckles.

"When you're on your knees in a few minutes, how about I not thrust too hard? Would you prefer that?" Tears sprung into her eyes again, and she let out a little sob. She nodded. Boy, did I feel shitty about this. But not that shitty. My blood felt hot, and I was sweating as I pictured what she'd look like.

"Well, if you're dressed up all sexy, and maybe if you do the sexy strip tease I wanted, I'll consider it. Maybe some lingerie?" She glared and started to say something. But she sobbed again, paused, and nodded. Hot damn! I was getting everything I wanted, except her pussy.

I grinned. "See you in a few. I can't wait to see what you're wearing."

I was having a hard time concentrating as I imagined her naked and sucking on me, but I managed to get her car tucked into its carport. I pulled the tow truck out and parked it. I called the office, and asked the dispatcher if I could talk to my boss, Mr. Sheldon.

"Where the fuck are you?" he said angrily. "You went out an hour ago!"

"I'm sorry, sir," I said, "but the customer lived quite a ways away." I paused. "She's having to make special arrangements for her payment."

Sheldon chortled. "Oh ho! You getting some snatch, college boy?" Technically no, but I knew what he wanted to hear.

"Yes, sir."

"She a hottie?"

"Yes, sir."

"Describe her."

"Cute. Tall and leggy. Redhead, though the bottle kind. A bit plump."

"Forget that; describe the good parts." I had heard him with the other drivers. I knew what he wanted.

"Grapefruit-sized breasts, pretty lips, a nice curvy ass, and legs for miles."

"Ho ho," he said. "So you'll cover the tow cost?"

"If I have to, sir."

He grumbled a bit. "Tell you what. It's a slow day, and you've been a good employee this summer. I know you're back to school in a couple of weeks, so how about I give you the afternoon off without pay, and we'll call it even. I'll punch you out." Hot damn! There were only three hours left on my shift, which meant I'd be out $45. But that was better than one hundred.

"You're very kind, sir."

"You better give us a good story, tomorrow, son."

"I think I can manage that, sir."

"Good. Now where are you again?" 

I told him. There was silence on the other end of the phone.

"Is this Shelly Foster?" I was surprised.

"Uh, yes, sir. You know her?"

"Ha, yes. I'm her landlord." More surprise.

"Small world, eh, sir?"

There was silence. When he spoke, it was slow and pensive.

"You say she's strapped for cash, huh?"

I began to feel dirty. "Yes, sir."

"Well, you have fun, college boy. Maybe later I'll stop in to see if I can help with her car troubles." I felt queasy, but how was that any different than what I was doing?

"Yes, sir." I hung up, climbed out of the truck, and locked it up.

I knocked on Shelly's front door, still feeling a little ill. Then she answered, and I forgot about my boss.

She was dressed in a short, lace-trimmed green slip with spaghetti straps. The silk clung to her bulging breasts and slinked down until it flared out just past her hips. It went just a few inches past her crotch. I whistled. Her frown lifted a bit. She looked hot, and she knew it.

"Okay, let's get this over with," she said.

"Turn around first." She grimaced, but shuffled listlessly around. I stopped her, stepped forward and lifted her slip. I whistled again; a black g-string came over her hips and down between the bubbly round ass I saw. I reached out my other hand and cupped her ass.

"You went all out on the sexy," I said, as I squeezed.

"Well," she said between clenched teeth, "if you're going to treat me like a whore, I figured I should dress like one." Her tone angered me. I stepped forward again, grinding my crotch against her ass and cupping one of her big breasts in my other hand. She gasped in surprise.

"Let's get something straight, ma'am," I said, squeezing her breast. It was beautifully soft and full. "You're the one who offered a blow job out of the blue to cover your costs. It's not my fault you don't have money, is it?" I kept kneading her breasts, and I felt her nipple begin to harden. I wanted to suck it. There was a pause, and she shook her head.

"I gave you a bunch of options, including just paying the goddamn bill. You didn't want to take them." She shook her head again, quietly.

"So if you think I'm treating you like a whore, maybe you shouldn't have offered yourself up for cash." She sobbed a little, again. But then she nodded.

"Good. Just so we're clear." I couldn't resist anymore, I slid my hand up and into her slip, pulling it forward a little as I looked down and watched my hand cup her tit. They were beautiful. Mounds of white flesh swelling and shifting under my hand. A large brown aureole was just visible, and her pointy nipples were stiff as I massaged the breasts. My other hand continued to cup her ass.

Images flooded my mind. I could just take her right now. Bend her over, pull the g-string to the side, and slide my cock in. I felt powerful and strong as this sexy woman submitted to me. It would serve her right, her and her moral outrage. This hadn't been my idea, but she was making me the bad guy. It made me angry. I dug my fingers into her soft flesh. I ground my hard dick into her ass. She whimpered. The sound stiffened my cock more. She was in my power. She was my toy, and I wanted to play. I slid my hand off of her ass and around to her stomach. I slid it down again until my fingers rested against the front of the g-string. She squirmed and pushed my hand away.

"That wasn't part of the deal," she said.

"I said I wanted you naked so I could touch you. I'm touching you."

"Stop it!"

"No," I said, and slid my fingers down.

She pulled away. "That's enough!"

The flood of hormones eased up a bit, and I began to calm down.

"Sorry," I said. And I meant it. "You're just so beautiful. I couldn't help myself." A smile flickered across her features and then turned into a frown again.

"Look," she said. "I need you to know that I'm not this kind of girl, usually. I don't just fuck strangers for fun. I'm desperate, and I'm using the only thing I have left. Please don't make this harder on me."

I felt bad. I nodded.

"You know the awful thing is, I was going to ask you out once you brought me home."

"You still can."

She grimaced. "I don't think so."

I nodded. I understood.

She took a deep breath and let it out slowly. I watched her breasts hungrily.

"Why don't you come and sit down," she said finally. "I think we had agreed on a strip tease?"

I grinned. "Yes, ma'am. Lead the way so I can watch your ass."

"One thing," she said, lifting her hand. I arched my eyebrow.

"Call me Shelly. I'm only a few years older than you, and hearing you call me ma'am adds a weird vibe to this."

"Yes, m- Shelly," I said.

She turned and led me through the entryway, past the dining room, and into her living room. I watched her swaying hips the whole way. She sat me down on a clean but faded blue couch and walked over to the stereo. She lowered herself to fiddle with the buttons.

"There'll be time enough for you to be on your knees, Shelly" I said. "Just bend over for the controls." She looked at me with another frown, but she stood back up and bent over at the waist. She smoothed her slip down, but it didn't help. I was getting a fantastic view of her nearly naked pussy. I felt a surge of heat again. I imagined her moaning and gasping as my dick slid between her legs. I imagined her big tits quivering as I thrust into her, hard. I imagined her legs wrapped around my body. I imagined her begging for more even as she cried in shame. The feeling of control was fueling the flames of my desire. I had never felt this way before. A part of me imagined her trying to fight me off as I wrestled her to the ground and took what I wanted. What I wanted was all of it. Her moist pussy. Her moans and shudders. I began to think of ways to get it.


Shelly and the Tow Truck Driver Ch. 02



It had been a shitty day.

I stood by the stove, waiting for the water to boil. Dinner tonight was pasta with butter. Plain, but I didn't have the money to fancy it up.

Hence the shitty day.

My car had blown up outside of town as I drove to the store. The tow truck driver had been nice enough, a cute kid in his early twenties working a summer job. We had had a nice conversation, I thought.

Then we got here, and shit hit the fan. I feel like tow truck companies should warn you that you're going to have to pay up front. But he hadn't, and the ride was expensive, and I had found myself offering a blow job as payment. I think I surprised myself as much as him. But I knew how low the balance in my account was. I figured he'd jump at the chance.

The water came to a boil, and I dumped in the noodles. I picked up the wooden spoon and stirred.

He had jumped at the chance. Sort of. Except he had wanted more. And he had blackmailed me, threatening to tow my car to some garage where the guys were happy to take their payment in sex. In the end, I agreed to almost all his terms: I dressed in lingerie. I did a strip tease until I was naked. I got down on my knees and sucked his cock. Twice.

A decent guy would have said, okay, that was fucking brilliant, thank you, we're square. But he had fucking taken videos of me with his phone. And he had threatened to upload them. No. He had fucking uploaded them, but kept them private. "Give me a good show," he had said, "and I won't want to share them." Bastard. What choice did I have?

I kept stirring. The water was cloudy, and a thin foam was at the surface.

And because I had, like an idiot, handed him my keys and forgotten to get them back, he had snuck in while I was showering, trying to wash the shitty day off of me. Then he had fucking raped me. I mean, I ultimately enjoyed it; I admit that. But he had still fucking raped me.

And then had the gall to suggest that his boss, by coincidence my landlord, would want more of the same later.

It had been a shitty day. And it didn't look like it would be picking up any time soon.

I plucked a noodle from the hot water and tasted it. It was done. I poured the pasta into a sieve, and put it back in the pan, mixing in a pat of butter. I ate it straight from the pan. One less thing to wash.

I went back and lay on the couch. Yes, today had been a bit on the kinky side. And if it had only been the one afternoon, well, maybe I could just brush it off and move on. It wasn't like I had been a virgin, or never engaged in a little kink. But the asshole kept my keys and said he'd make copies. That he'd come by whenever he wanted and do whatever he wanted. At least he was going back to school in two weeks.

My landlord, Mr. Sheldon, was a different story. I had noticed him checking me out, of course; he was a lech. But the rent was cheap, and he had always left me alone.

As if on cue, the doorbell rang. Who else would be visiting me?

My afternoon molester had suggested I wear something skimpy when Mr. Sheldon came a-knocking. Maybe nothing more than a bra and panties. Yeah, right. I knew they'd be swapping stories, and the shithead driver had said he'd go for my ass if I didn't do what he said, so I opted for skimpy: short shorts, a tight, white scoop-neck shirt that made my large breasts prominent, and nothing else.

"Coming," I yelled. I got up and slowly walked to the door. I looked through the peephole. Sure enough, Mr. Sheldon was standing there. He was short, bald, slightly overweight. He was wearing a Hawaiian shirt.

I opened the door. I was surprised to see that he was carrying a bottle of wine and a laptop. He made no effort to hide his leering gaze.

"Mr. Sheldon?" He looked up from my breasts with a start. "Can I help you?"

"Shelly," he said. He looked to his side, quickly. "May I come in?"

"Of course," I said as I stepped back and motioned him in. I closed the door behind him and leaned back against it, crossing my arms.

"I don't know if you know this, Ms. Foster, but I run a tow truck company." Really, I thought.

"Turns out one of my drivers gave you and your car a lift today."

"I guess so, Mr. Sheldon," I said. I had kind of resigned myself to this, but I didn't feel the need to just strip off my clothes and fuck him there.

He cleared his throat. "He said you had to make special payment arrangements."

"We came to an agreement," I said.

He leered. "I'm sure, Ms. Foster. He's a very understanding kid." Yes. A real fucking prince.

"Did he say what was wrong with the car?"

"A busted clutch."

"Oh? Did he tell you how much those cost to fix?"

"He said a few hundred dollars."

I was surprised when Mr. Sheldon let out a laugh.

"If you're lucky," he said. "Going rate is usually around eight hundred dollars." My heart sank. "Most people just buy a new car. It's not worth it to fix up the old one in that case." New car meant car payments. The new clutch would have to do. Still, I wondered when he'd get to his point. Because we both knew what his point was.

He started to move down the hallway. "May I sit down, Ms. Foster?"

"Of course," I said.

He limply held out the bottle. "I brought some wine; would you like some?" I nodded. Might as well be as shit-faced as possible for this.

I turned into the kitchen, got down two glasses, and poured the wine in. Rather more in mine than his. But I didn't think he'd mind me being drunk. I carried them out to the living room.

"Come join me," he said. I sighed. He was sitting on one part of the L-shaped couch; I placed the glasses on the table and sat down on the other, facing him. Then he patted the seat to his left.

"Why don't you come over here, Ms. Foster, so I don't have to shout." I sighed and moved over, throwing myself onto the couch. I was near him, but he'd have to make an effort to touch me. He didn't move. I leaned forward to grab my glass and sipped.

"Well, you know," he said. "I hate to see my tenants in distress." No, I didn't know that. I turned my head to look at him.

"And, well, you know," he continued, "I do own a garage. I could take care of your clutch. Work some deals; try and get you a good price." I turned my head again, looking at the far wall. I knew what was expected of me.

"That's very kind of you, Mr. Sheldon, but I don't even have the cash for the price your driver suggested, let alone something more."

I wasn't looking at him, but I could hear the slime oozing in his voice. "Well, Ms. Sheldon," he said, "I'm sure we could figure something out."

I looked at him, frankly, and he turned his eyes down to my legs. "Such as?"

"Well, why don't you tell me about the deal you negotiated with my driver, and we'll figure it out based on that." He put his arm on the couch back and began playing with my hair.

How much had Jimmy told him? I knew what he'd tell him tomorrow. But tonight?

"Well, Mr. Sheldon, your driver was a real dick about it, if I may say so." He raised his eyebrows in surprise.

"He made me give him a blow job." I didn't feel the need to go into all the details.

"He paid a $100 towing bill for a blow job?" Mr. Sheldon laughed. "Well, he is new at this. He should have asked for more."

I flushed. "Technically, it was two blow jobs," I said. "And I did a strip tease." That shut him up. He leered again, looking unabashedly at my breasts. I moved my arms up to cover them some more.

"Now, now, Ms. Foster. No need to cover up. Put your arms down by your sides." I did what he said, and the hand that had been playing with my hair slid down to my shoulder.

"Honestly, Ms. Foster, with your fine figure and pretty looks, I'm surprised he didn't ask for some pussy." The act was over.

I frowned. "He tricked me about that. He took my keys and snuck back in when I was showering. Then he raped me."

Mr. Sheldon looked genuinely concerned. "He took your keys? Including the ones to the public areas?" Right. Why would I assume he cared about my feelings, when he was about to do essentially the same thing? "Would you like me to call a locksmith? We can just work out the payment as needed." I almost said yes. Then I remembered the videos. I shook my head quietly.

"Oh ho, Ms. Foster," he said, sliding his hand down my chest a bit and rubbing the skin below my neck. His fingers scooted along the neckline of my shirt, brushing along the crests of my breasts, and I felt the skin tingle. "You want him to visit again?"

"Well, Mr. Sheldon, I don't have a fucking choice." He started again. Did women never swear around him? He stroked my arm and moved his hand down to my thigh.

"Why not, Shelly?"

"Well, Jack," I said -- his constant saying of my name was annoying -- "because if I change the locks he'll just fucking upload the videos of me."

The hand slid up my thigh to the edge of my shorts.

"A video? You made a video for him?I like the sound of that." The stroking continued. I kept sipping my wine.

"Shelly," he said. I turned to look at him again. He was looking down at the hand on my thigh as if he couldn't believe it was happening. I couldn't blame him; I hardly did. "Your legs are very pretty. Why don't you open them just a bit for me." I sighed and, as unseductively as I could manage, opened my thighs a bit. His hand slid around them. I swallowed.

"Would you like to discuss your car?" he said. I nodded, silently. I could feel the tears coming back to my eyes, as they had this afternoon. I had stretched myself too thin last month, I thought. But I needed my car to get to my job. And I was paying the price that women always seemed to end up paying. He ran his fingers along my thigh again. Then he pulled it away.

"Wait here a moment, Shelly," he said. "I'd like to go get something from my apartment." And with that, he stood up and walked out.

I finished the rest of my wine and went to poor myself another.

I was well through the next glass ten minutes later when he opened the door again. He was holding a small camera and a tripod.

"I don't have video on my phone," he said. "But I have to say your story about this afternoon inspired me." He looked straight down at my breasts. "Do you like having your picture taken, Shelly?" I shook my head. "Well, that's too bad. Let's talk about your car."

I waited.

"I'm willing to cover the costs, Shelly," he said. "We'll give you a new clutch, get the car all tuned up and ship-shape." He looked at me expectantly. If he expected me to jump up and down and simper, he was mistaken. I kept my mouth shut.

He cleared his throat again. "I know you're strapped for cash, but I think we can work out a payment plan." I kept silent. He stammered a bit as he proceeded. I could see a light sheen of sweat on him. He could talk the talk, but could he walk the walk?

"I'm a lonely man, Shelly," he said, "and you're a beautiful woman. I think we can come to an agreement." I still wasn't budging. Let him say it; I wasn't going to ask for it. He flushed.

"I propose that for seven nights I can come over and you will do whatever I want." Seven nights!

"Two nights, Jack, including this one." It was already late.

He stammered. "Five nights," he said, trying to sound bold.

"Four nights, including this one."

"Five nights, and I throw in a car wash." I raised an eyebrow.

"Five nights, a car wash, and another tune-up in the future when you want it." I had to admit that would save me a lot of money in the coming months. And this is what I had come to. It wasn't whether I should whore myself out. It was what I should get for it. I was tired of this game.

"Five nights including this one, a car wash, a tune-up when I want it, it's done by Friday, and no anal." He looked startled again. But he regained his composure quickly.

"Five nights _after_ this one, a car wash, a tune-up when you want it, it's done by Friday, and no anal." Whatever. It was just sex, I told myself.

"Okay, Jack," I said. "Deal." His eyes bulged.

"Really?"

"Yes, Jack. Really."

He flushed, stammered, and began fussing with his camera. He looked up and flushed again.

"Now, Shelly," he said. I was just standing there, looking at him. "I-I would like to take some pictures of you."

"Snap away," I said. I crossed my arms over my breasts and stood there.

"Um, I had something different in mind. Why don't you open the laptop. I-I brought some pictures that I want you to see." I turned around and bent over. I heard him gasp behind me as my ass came into view. Then I heard the click of his camera. Obviously.

I opened the laptop. On it was a browser pointed to a porn site. The pictures that were up were of a young redheaded woman in skimpy black panties standing with her hands over her tits. I felt myself flush. Her red hair was straight and natural; mine was wavy and from a bottle. Her breasts were the size of small apples; mine were like grapefruits. She was skinny; I was slightly plump. But it was clear where he was going with this.

"Do you... do you see anything there that might inspire you?" I stood up and faced him. "Nothing to inspire me, Jack." He took a deep breath and seemed to figure out what to do.

"Well, Shelly, I found it quite inspiring. I'd like to see you like that woman in the picture." Then he paused. "T-take off your shirt." There was no helping it. I put my hands on the edge of my shirt and began to lift it up. I heard another gasp as he realized I wasn't wearing a bra and that my naked tits had just come into view. My arms were over my head, and the shirt was over my face, when I heard, "Stop there for a moment." I heard the camera click.

"Stay like that," he said. The camera clicked again. Then I heard the unmistakable sounds of feet moving on the carpet. I tensed. My landlord's meaty hands closed around my breasts. He squeezed them.

"These are quite beautiful, Shelly," he said. He kneaded them and slid his fingers along the nipples. "I've been wanting to see your tits since you've moved in. I've tried to arrange binoculars to catch you undressing, but I haven't had any luck. I wish you undressed in your living room." I felt motion, and then I felt warm lips on my nipples. They responded to the erotic sensation. He continued to suck. After the exertions of the day with no orgasm, I felt a warmth slide through my body. I moaned.

"Oh, yes, Shelly," he said, as he withdrew his mouth, "I think you're going to like this quite a bit." I flushed.

"Mm," he said, "I love the way your freckles stand out when you blush." He stepped back. "Take off your shirt all the way," he said. I finished pulling it off and then tossed it to the side. He was standing just in front of me, looking at my eyes. He lifted his hands and began squeezing my breasts. I had to admit I was getting a little wet.

"Tell me the terms of our deal," he said. 

"I'll do whatever you want except for anal for tonight and five other nights. You'll fix my clutch, wash my car, and give me a free tune-up." He slid his mouth forward again.

"Keep saying that. Emphasis on 'whatever you want'," he said. And his warm mouth closed over my nipple. It stiffened, and I moaned. I repeated the terms. He placed his hands on my hips. Again and again as he sucked on my naked breasts. Then he pulled away and stepped back.

"Now, Shelly, the girl in the picture." I flushed. "I'd like to see you in just your panties." I blushed even deeper.

"Um, Jack, I can't do that," I said. He languidly reached out his hand and then quickly flicked my nipple.

"Ow!" I shrieked.

"Whatever I want, Shelly."

I blushed again. "Yes, Jack. It's just that I'm not wearing any panties." He leered.

"Well, that's your choice," he said, as he walked back to the camera. "But the girl in the picture isn't wearing shorts, so you shouldn't, either." I blushed again. He stood behind the camera.

"Now let's see that pretty pussy of yours, Shelly."

I unsnapped the shorts and tugged down the zipper.

"Hands on your tits, Shelly," said Jack as he looked at his camera. I did as he said, cupping my large breasts in my hands.

"Now take your shorts off."

I slid my hands down and heard another click. I opened the front of the shorts and hooked my fingers in the waistband. Click. I pushed them down. Click. I pushed them down my legs, letting my breasts hang down as I pulled first one foot and then another out of the shorts. Click.

"Now, Shelly," he said, looking at my naked body with undisguised lust, "I think if you click on some of the other pictures you'll see some other inspiring poses by the young woman." I turned and bent over to look at the laptop again. I heard him moan. Click. Problem was, the young porn starlet was wearing panties in all these photos.

"I can go get some panties, Jack," I said. "I have little black panties kind of like this."

"Oh, no," he said, "I much prefer you like this." Click. "Though maybe on some other night you can give me a fashion show of all your slutty clothes." I flushed again.

And so I posed. I stood in profile, thrusting out my breasts with my hands on my ass, making a pouty face at the camera. I bent over with spread legs, arching my back up while Jack took pictures of my naked pussy and ass. I kneeled on all fours on my couch. Okay; I could admit it. This was making me hot and horny. And it wasn't hard to tell that Jack was horny as well. He was sweating, and I could see the hard outline of his erection through his pants.

He grunted as I posed, unbuttoning his pants around his hard cock.

"Come here, Shelly." He motioned me to him. I went.

He leaned forward and kissed me. I responded, at first languidly and then with more passion. He was actually a good kisser. I was standing, naked, in my living room kissing a man who was running his hands over my breasts, my ass, my arms, my naked crotch. I was turned on. I put my arms around him and he pulled me closer. He broke away for a moment. He began to unbutton his shirt. Then he looked at me, leering anew, and stopped.

"Why don't you finish taking it off?" I let out a little sigh and undid the last three buttons of the shirt stretched loosely over his stomach. He pulled off the sleeves.

"Lick my chest, Shelly." I bent forward a little and began to run my tongue over the fleshy expanse. He was fat, though also muscular, but I wasn't exactly a size zero. Who was I to judge? He moaned as I slid the tip of my tongue around his nipple.

"Oh, Shelly, you are so beautiful. I've thought of you so often."

"What have you thought about?" I asked as my hands braced myself against his chest and my mouth slid down a bit. His hands were cupping my breasts, stroking my nipples and keeping them hard.

I heard him gulp.

"I've thought of what you might look like naked," he said. "You're more sexy and beautiful than I ever imagined." I kept kissing.

"I've thought about how fantastic your tits must be." He squeezed them again, and I let out a little moan.

"I've thought about what you'd be like when you're being fucked." I moaned again. Damnit, I had been resigned to this, but the whole thing combined with this afternoon was making me super horny.

"I've masturbated to the thought of you having sex with me. What you might sound like."

"And now you get all that and more," I said. He moaned.

I slid my tongue up his chest again and stood up. I put my arms on his shoulders.

"Have you thought naughty things about me, Jack?" He nodded. I leaned forward and put my mouth next to his ear. "Tell me," I whispered. He moaned again.

"I-I've thought of fucking you doggystyle."

"Yeah? Like this?" I turned around and leaned back against him, and then I bent way over, pushing my naked, wet pussy against his pants. He put his hands on my hips and pushed.

"Oh god," he whimpered.

"It's yours Jack," I said, "for this night and five others." He moaned again, loudly.




Shelly and the Tow Truck Driver Ch. 02



"I've had other thoughts, too," he said in a rush. I stood up and he wrapped his hands around my breasts. I pushed my hips back into him.

"Tell me," I said.

"I've thought of how pretty you'd look sucking my dick." Wow, a guy who had masturbated to the thought of a woman giving him a blow job. I was shocked.

I turned around and began sliding my tongue down his chest. He moaned as I kept going, down his stomach, right to the edge of his pants. I knelt down in front of him and put my hands on his crotch.

"Was I like this, Jack? In your fantasy?" He nodded. Poor guy; I thought his dick might rip through his underwear at this rate. I pulled down the zipper and began to tug at the pants. He eagerly helped, and in a moment they were on the floor.

I pulled at the waistband of his boxers and slid my tongue just under it, letting the tip brush alongside his rock-hard cock.

"Oh god," he said again. I smiled.

And then I yanked the front of his boxers down, revealing a hard, thick dick that made up in girth what it lacked in length. Still, it was an average size. And his crotch didn't stink like some guys.

I slid my tongue along the tight flesh, and he groaned.

I pulled it forward and slid my mouth over the head, sucking him in and rolling my tongue along the shaft as I did. The salty tang of precum hit my tongue. I did like the feel of a cock in my mouth; I hadn't lied to Jimmy about being good at this.

I pulled my mouth off with a slurp and looked up at him. I kept pulling and tugging gently. "Do you know what Jimmy did to me today? When I was sucking his cock?" He shook his head.

"He thrust into my mouth. Hard." He was staring at me. "It was so hard I gagged. He seemed to like that. He pulled my head down so that his whole cock was deep in my mouth." Jack was blinking quickly. Was he playing dumb? "He grabbed the back of my head like this" -- I put up a hand behind my head -- "and shoved his dick into me."

I nudged forward on my knees until my face was right up against his cock, and I pulled it forward, sliding my mouth over the shaft again. I looked up at Jack just as one of his hands snaked over my head.

He grabbed and pulled. I moaned. His cock wasn't very long, but I pretended to gag a little bit. That did it. Suddenly he was thrusting hard into my mouth. I let out little screams and moans as I felt the head of his dick push against my throat. He began moving faster and faster.

"Oh god yes oh god yes oh god yes," he was saying.

And then he came, hard, with a grunt. I swallowed half of the salty, sticky cum and then slid my mouth back so he could shoot across my face.

"Was that naughty enough for you, Jack?" I said, licking my lips.

"Oh god, yes," he said. "But please; call me Mr. Sheldon. I think I prefer that."

"Yes, Mr. Sheldon." He smiled.

"Now, Shelly," he said, "why don't you lead me to your bedroom?" In for a penny; in for a pound.

I held out my hand and he took it as I led him around the corner into my bedroom. I had had sex here just a few hours ago, though not by choice.

"Lay down, Shelly." I lay down crosswise on the bed. "Spread your legs, Shelly." I slid them apart. "No, Shelly. Spread them like a slut. Spread them like a whore." I winced, but how was it not the truth? I was fucking a man for car repairs. I spread them open, far.

His next move surprised me. He knelt down and began to slide his tongue along my naked thighs. I moaned. My skin was super sensitive and I was horny as hell. He licked some more and then slid his hands along my flesh. I felt him shift, and then his tongue slid into my pussy.

"Oh, you're so wet, Shelly," he said. "Would you like to be wetter?" His tongue coursed up and touched my clit. I moaned again.

"Your pussy tastes so nice, Shelly. Should I keep licking it?" I nodded.

"Say it, Shelly."

"Yes," I said.

"No, Shelly. Say it like you mean it. Say it like a slut."

I swallowed.

"I want you to lick my cunt, Mr. Sheldon." He slapped my thigh with his hand.

"Ask nicely."

"Please lick my cunt, Mr. Sheldon. I want it so bad."

"That's better." And he slid forward again, caressing my exposed clitoris. I moaned and pushed my hips forward.

He kept licking, sliding inside my lips and thrusting his tongue into me. Then I felt those thick, meaty fingers at my entrance. I moaned. He slid one in and began pulling it in and out.

"Do you like that, Shelly?"

"Yes, Mr. Sheldon." He pushed his face forward sliding the whole length of his tongue against me. I groaned and arched my back. Then I felt a second finger slide in.

"Oh, you're so wet Shelly. I can just push my two fingers in." And he did. He slid them in and out as he licked me. I thought I was going to die.

Then he turned his hand and the two fingers hooked behind the front of my cunt. He began stroking his fingers up and down.

I was breathing hard now as he licked me and stroked my g-spot. Oh my god, I was going to cum so hard. A quiver raced through my body. He stopped.

"Please keep going," I said, gasping. He pulled back. I whimpered.

"Tell me what you are, Shelly."

"I'm yours."

"No, Shelly. You spread your legs like one, and you talked like one. Tell me what you are, Shelly." I blushed.

"I'm a slut, Mr. Sheldon." He slid his fingers back along my slit, caressing it gently.

"Do you want to cum, Shelly?" I nodded. He flicked his fingers at my sensitive lips, and I shouted.

"Yes, Mr. Sheldon," I said. "Make me cum." He flicked again. "Please," I whined.

"Tell me again what you are."

"I'm a slut, Mr. Sheldon."

"Louder."

"I'm a slut, Mr. Sheldon." He licked my clit again and I felt another quiver.

"Louder." He slid his fingers in again and rested them against my g-spot.

I shrieked. "I'm a slut, Mr. Sheldon. Please please please make me cum."

"Ah, so sweet," he said. "I think half the building heard you." I moaned and felt myself blush.

But he pushed his face forward and kept licking. His fingers brushed against my g-spot. I writhed and moaned. I felt dizzy. My landlord was a fantastic pussy eater, it turned out.

I felt my body quiver one more time, and then the orgasm rushed over me. I gasped loudly as my whole body shook with the force of it. I felt myself break out in a sweat. He stood up and put his hand on one shoulder. I turned and lay lengthwise on my bed, panting. He got onto the bed next to me. I could feel his hard cock bobbing against my stomach. He kissed me, softly, and I kissed him back, pulling him to me and sliding my tongue into his mouth, tasting my own juices.

He slid my hand down to his dick, and I stroked it gently. It was already hard again.

"Oh, Shelly, you're so beautiful," he said as he stroked my naked breasts. I blushed.

He pushed himself up.

"Get on your hands and knees, Shelly. Get into position so I can fuck your slut pussy." I did as he said, and felt him position himself between my legs. I felt the tip of his cock against my pussy lips. He paused.

"Are you a slut, Shelly?"

I knew what he wanted to hear. "Yes," I said meekly. Suddenly he slapped my ass, hard. I yelped.

"Louder!"

I shouted, "I'm a slut, Mr. Sheldon! Fuck me with your big cock." He thrust and his dick slid into me, pushing me forward with the force. I moaned. He pulled back and thrust, pulled back and thrust. He was pulling out almost his whole dick before slamming it into me. He kept going, and I braced myself as best I could, pushing my hips back into him.

"Yeah, you like this, slut?" He spanked me again. I whimpered.

"Did you like it when Jimmy was fucking you, too?" I nodded, quietly.

Slap. "Yeah? You took two guys in one day and liked it?" I nodded again and he slapped my ass again.

"Yes, sir!" He kept thrusting in and out of me. I could feel a second orgasm building. That almost never happened to me. But today had been crazy.

"What does that make you?" Slap.

"A slut, Mr. Sheldon!" I cried out. It did make me a slut. I wasn't the shy, quiet girl who lived in apartment 17. That was just a facade. I was a ravenous slut.

"And you're going to let him come by whenever he wants?" Slap.

"I don't have a choice, sir," I shouted, as he kept thrusting into me.

"Because you gave him a video of you being a slut?" I nodded.

"Because you gave him your keys?" I nodded. "Because you want him to rape you? Like a slut?"

I shook my head. "He tricked me, Mr. Sheldon." Slap. I yelped.

"Please don't spank me, Mr. Sheldon. It hurts."

"Oh, but your ass looks so pretty in pink." He laughed at his joke. He paused his hard, thrusting cock.

"So I have five more nights to fuck you anyway I want for fixing your car," he said. I nodded. "But Jimmy can come whenever the fuck he wants just for towing you? Because he has a video? And your keys?" I nodded.

He thrust forward again. "Well, Shelly, I have your keys, too. And I'll bet I can get Jimmy to share that video with me." I whimpered.

"Please don't, Mr. Sheldon."

"Even if he won't, I have lots of pretty pictures of you." Thrust. "Now tell me, Shelly, what happens if he comes over one night and I come over on the same night. What then?" He pulled out and thrust in again.

I didn't say anything. He began thrusting again.

"Well, Shelly, I think you'd have to do what both of us wanted. Isn't that right?" He spanked me again, hard. I let out a little shout. I nodded, biting my lip as he pounded into me. He paused again. The second orgasm was so close.

He leaned down over my back.

"Here's a nasty thought I've had about you, Shelly. Do you want to hear it?" I nodded.

"I've thought: That Shelly, she's such a fucking slut." Thrust. "I wonder what she'd look like with a cock in her pussy." Thrust. "I wonder what she'd look like with a cock in her mouth." Thrust. I whimpered. I knew what was coming. "Well, now I've seen those and they're pretty fucking hot. Now I wonder what you'd look like with a dick in your mouth" Thrust "and another one in your pussy."

"Please, Mr. Sheldon," I said. "Please don't. I've never done that."

He began thrusting hard, and I felt my orgasm coming to the brink. He was grunting as he talked. "Think of it, Shelly, my dick in one hole and Jimmy's in another." I moaned with the thrusting. "Yeah? You like that? You fucking slut? Guess what, Shelly. I'm coming by tomorrow night as soon as I'm off work, and I'm bringing Jimmy." I whimpered and moaned as he thrust and as I thought about it.

"And we're" thrust "going" thrust "to fuck you" thrust "all" thrust "fucking" thrust "night." And with that, he let out a shout and came, deep inside of me. And, god damnit, I came as well, gasping for air as the waves of pleasure overwhelmed me.

We collapsed on the bed, spent. He lay down next to me and I snuggled up to him. Fuck the situation I was in; the whole day had been pretty fucking satisfying.

After a short while, he stood up.

"Well, Shelly," he said, "I've got to go. But I've got your slutty pussy all over my cock. Can't go home like that, can I?" I sat up and licked my own orgasm off his now flaccid cock. He sighed as he watched me.

"Do you want to hear a secret, Shelly?" I just looked at him.

"I gave Jimmy a break on paying the whole tow bill. I just made him take three hours without pay." I was shocked. "So you gave him all of that for $45." I blushed. "I think you should reconsider how generous I'm being with your car, particularly in light of all those nice pictures." I felt the tears well up again. How long was this going to last?

"SLeep well, Shelly," he said as he left to go to the living room. "And see you tomorrow."



Shelly and the Tow Truck Driver Ch. 03



Shelly sighed as the bus huffed to life behind her and began to drive down the street. Her high heels clicked on the sidewalk. Her hair was tousled; she was sweaty; one corner of her blouse was untucked.

Normally, her commute from work was a twenty-minute drive in an air-conditioned car with her favorite radio station. But her car had broken down and now she had to ride the bus for an hour with a large, swaying group of people. One guy had copped a feel as he left at one stop.

Her car would be fixed up by the end of the week, but that wasn't a shining light in the story. To pay for the tow -- because she didn't have any money -- she had given the driver a striptease and two blowjobs. Unbeknownst to her at first, he had captured video of her undressing and had posted them on YouTube. They were still marked as private, but he had threatened to flip the switch if she didn't do what he wanted. Never mind that he had also taken her keys so he could sneak back in whenever he wanted and fuck her. She had found them inside her door this morning when she woke up. The message was clear; he'd be back.

But he wasn't paying for her repair. No, it turned out that her landlord owned the tow truck company, and he had agreed to fix her car, plus some extras, in exchange for sex for five more nights.

And she had no doubt where this would end up, for last night he had asked her what would happen if both men came over at the same time. She'd have to do what they both wanted. Her stomach flipped at the thought. She had an active enough sex life, but she had never taken two guys at once. That was something sluts and whores did.

She had a moment of panic as she walked up the driveway in her apartment complex. Her car wasn't there! She quickened her pace.

On the front of her carpark was a note. "Towed the car to the shop. See you, tonight. Jimmy." Her driver. And that was that. It was tonight. She tried to imagine it. She felt like she was going to throw up. How had this happened? How could she make it end? She didn't have any ideas. She felt trapped. She turned up the walkway to her front door and went inside.

She put her purse on the table and checked the mail on the floor under the mail slot in the door. Bills. Great.

The phone rang. She didn't feel like talking to anyone. She let it go to voicemail.

It rang again. She ignored it.

It rang again. Fine!

"Hello," she spat as she picked up the phone.

"Now, Shelly," said her landlord's voice, "that's no way to answer the phone." She grimaced. Then she realized his voice sounded odd.

"Am I on speakerphone?"

"Hey, babe," said Jimmy's voice. Her knees felt weak.

"You'll be happy to know that Jimmy and I left work a little early; we're having a drink in the upstairs room in my apartment." They were here. Already. She didn't say anything.

"Why don't you go open up your drapes," said her landlord. She was confused at the request, but then she remembered something he had said last night. The curtains raked across the rod, exposing the small patio outside her living room.

"Perfect. Now take two steps back." She did. "Excellent!"

"Jimmy and I both have binoculars here," he said, "so we have a nice view of you. Wave toward us." She lazily lifted a hand and waved it in the general direction of her landlord's apartment. She broke out into another sweat as she imagined the next few hours.

"C'mon," said Jimmy. "Smile." She gave an obviously fake smile and waved again.

"I see we'll have to work on your enthusiasm a bit," said Mr. Sheldon. Again, she stayed silent. There was no point in having a conversation.

"Now, Shelly," said her landlord, "I'm disappointed in you."

That got her attention. "Good lord. Why on earth?"

"Talking to Jimmy this morning, he told me he had suggested you greet me last night in just a bra and panties. You didn't."

"Actually, he said I should wear something skimpy," she retorted. "I think we can both agree I did."

"Hm, perhaps," he said, "but I like the idea of you answering the door in your underwear. So I think that's how you should greet us tonight." Us. She couldn't pretend any longer. She let out a sob as a tear ran down her face.

"Please don't make do this," she whispered into the phone.

"Do what? Carry out your end of the bargain? Are you going to renege? I fear it might take a while to get your car back if you do, and the price might go up a bit." 

"Stop your blubbering," said Jimmy. She bit her lip a bit. But the tears were there, ready to come again. She took a deep breath.

There was silence on the phone.

"Well?" said Jimmy.

"Well what?"

"You're going to open the door in just your underwear. But you're not just wearing your underwear now, are you?"

"Yes, Shelly, why don't you take off your clothes," said her landlord.

She wanted to scream. She wanted to run and hide and never see these men again. But she was trapped, and everyone knew it.

She tucked the phone between her head and her shoulder and untucked her blouse all the way. Then she began to unbutton it. There was no allure here, and within a few seconds her blouse was on the floor. She reached behind her, undid the zipper on the skirt, and pushed it down her legs.

"Jesus," said Jimmy, "that's the most boring fucking underwear I've ever seen." She wasn't trying to seduce them, but she felt a flush over her freckled skin.

"A white bra and panties," he exclaimed, "that's ridiculous. Plus, those panties show off your paunch." She flushed again. She wasn't fat, but she was definitely plump.

"I agree," said her landlord. "These are a bit uninspired. Do you have something a bit nicer for us?"

"Hey," said Jimmy, "go put on what you wore for me yesterday. That was pretty fucking hot."

"It was," said Mr. Sheldon, "I saw the video." She grimaced. "Let's see how that one goes. Go change into that." She sighed and put down the phone.

In her bedroom, as she changed into the rumpled green satin slip and the black g-string, she felt the tears begin to fall again. Stay strong, she thought, and you'll get through this. She didn't want them to see her break.

Within a moment, she was in her living room again. Low whistles came over the phone.

"That is much nicer," said her landlord. "The green really complements your red hair, even if it is fake. Turn around and bend over for us." So much for the niceties, she thought, as she turned and did as he wanted.

"Lift the slip a bit so we can enjoy the view," he said. She reached behind her and exposed the thin string of her panties.

"Nice ass," said Jimmy. This night was terrifying her, but the fact that two voyeurs were commanding her to pose and strip was actually kind of hot. She stood up and faced her remote viewers.

"Show us the tits," said Jimmy. She flinched, but she dutifully lifted her slip to expose her large, full breasts. Another low whistle. Silence for a minute, then she let the slip fall.

"You know, Jimmy showed me those videos of you from yesterday," said her landlord. "They're quite good. Have you considered working as a stripper?" She shook her head. No need to comment.

"You should," he said. "You could probably solve some of your financial woes. I'd pay to see you," he said. How gracious, she thought.

"Hey, boss," said Jimmy, "you should have her come to the shop and strip for us all."

"No!" she gasped.

"An intriguing idea. You have to do whatever I say for five more nights, don't you, Shelly." And that was it. She began to cry in earnest.

"Please don't," she said.

"Maybe not just a striptease, eh, boss?" said Jimmy.

"No!" she shrieked.

"I could make a lot of men very happy, Shelly," said her landlord.

"Please, no. Anything but that."

"Hmmm," said her landlord, and she knew she had said the magic words.

"How about we extend our contract a bit," said her landlord. She sobbed. But she nodded.

"Yes? How about another five days?" It was just sex, she thought, and he wasn't a half-bad lover.

"And I think you can be a bit more, shall we say, open with your charms," he said. She grimaced. She had agreed to do whatever he wanted, minus anal. She let out a loud sob, and nodded.

"Very good," said her landlord. "I won't make you strip and have sex with my men." Her body wracked with the sobs, but she said, "Thank you," very quietly.

"Do you have lube there," he said, "or shall I bring some?" And with that, she let out another wail.

"Jesus Fucking Christ," said Jimmy. "Hey, stop the waterworks." But she kept crying.

"You know you still have to do what I want," he said. "So what if I host your little show?" She gasped.

"No, don't!" she said.

"Can I use the garage, boss?" he said.

"I don't see why not," said her landlord. She pictured herself gyrating in front of a room full of greasy men and then lying down on a greasy, concrete floor.

"I won't do it," she said.

"Well, then I'll make your video and pictures public, and I'll take more tonight and upload those." My god. This was hell.

"Don't," she said.

"Well, then put a big fucking smile on your face and enjoy yourself. One little tear or weepy little sound or whatever, and off the videos go. Got it?" She nodded vigorously, took a deep breath, let it out, and forced a smile onto her face. She bit her lip a little to prevent more sobs from coming out.

"Better," said Jimmy. "Keep it up."

"Now, Shelly," said her landlord, "is that the only lingerie you have?" She shook her head.

"Why don't you go pick something else out, and we'll see if we want to go with that." She nodded and turned.

"But, hey, leave the slip here," said Jimmy. She sighed, turned back to them, and stripped off her slip, leaving her naked except for a g-string. Hoots and whistles from the phone. She smiled, for real this time.

"And clean up that make=up," he said.

Fifteen minutes later, she looked at herself in the mirror. She was wearing black lace boy shorts and a matching strapless bra. She had re-done her make-up. Jimmy was a dick, but he was right. Once she had just decided to smile and get through it, the fear lessened and her mood improved. She'd get through it; then in a couple of weeks she'd be done.

She walked back into the living room, and her phone erupted with applause.

"Turn around," said her landlord. She did.

"Bend over," said Jimmy when her back was to them. She did. Her audience knew how to show their appreciation, at least.

"God, that ass looks hot," said Jimmy. "Okay, boss, forget any other outfits; let's just get down there and get a piece." She gulped and bit her lip.

"Yes, Shelly," said her landlord, "answer the door like that."

"Look, guys," she said, "I'm going to do what you want, but I'd prefer not to answer the door like this. Mr. Henderson across the way has his front door open, and he's always giving me pervy looks as it is. I'll just put on a robe and then take it off when you're inside. Please?"

"Are you changing our terms?" said her landlord.

"No! Not at all. I just don't want to be wearing nothing but a bra and panties when I answer the door."

"Are you doing what we want or not?" said Jimmy.

"I am! I promise. I'm asking for a favor."

"What if we say no," said her landlord. She felt bile rise in her throat, but calmed herself.

"If you ask me to do it, I'll do it, because I have to" she said bitterly. "But I'm asking for a concession. I'll be able to really get into the sex tonight if I don't let Mr. Henderson see me in my underwear."

The two men were murmuring, and she couldn't hear what they were saying.

"Shelly," said her landlord, "Jimmy and I discussed it. If we don't make you answer the door in your bra and panties, you'll do anything else we want?"

Thank god. "Yes. I promise. Eagerly." Maybe not, but she could fake it, she supposed.

"Okay," he said, "then you don't have to come to the door dressed like that."

"Thank you!" she said.

"Yes. Now take off that bra for us and lift those fine breasts," he continued. She did, hefting her breasts in her hands as the black lace fluttered to the floor. Her nipples were hard.

"Very nice," he said. "That's how you'll greet us."

"Wait, what?!" she shouted. "What about the robe?"

"And miss a single instant of that beautiful body?" said her landlord. "If you'd prefer to keep discussing this, you don't have to wear the panties, either." She swallowed hard to stop the tears again. 

"No, I'm fine," she said with gritted teeth.

"Then we'll be right down," he said.

She waited in her entryway, shivering with cold and anticipation. Open the door, let them in, close the door, she thought.

Her doorbell rang, and she quickly opened the door. Her short, balding, fat landlord and the muscular, wiry, young driver were there. Her landlord was holding flowers, which oddly touched her. She opened the screen door and waved them in. They didn't move.

"Why don't you come out here and give us a nice kiss?" said her landlord. My god, she thought. How horrible were they going to make this? She glanced at the door across the way. It was open, but her neighbor wasn't there.

She opened the door and stepped out, glancing nervously around. Her two lovers for the evening openly leered at her. Jimmy pulled her to him and kissed her deeply as his hands rubbed her tits. Her landlord stepped behind her and grabbed her ass. A part of her began to warm to this idea.

Jimmy broke the kiss and Mr. Sheldon turned her toward him. He ran one hand up and down her back as the other kneaded her left tit.

Suddenly, she heard her screen door open and close. And then she heard the lock on it. She turned sharply.

"What do you think you're doing," she hissed. She was once again very conscious of the fact that she was standing outside wearing nothing but some lace panties.

Jimmy grinned widely behind the door. "If you want to come in," he said, "you've got to pay a toll." He pointed down to the mail slot. "Slip the panties through there," he said. She turned back to her landlord, but he was grinning, too.

"That's right, Shelly," he said in a loud voice. She glanced nervously over his shoulder. "Jimmy came up with this idea on the way over, and I highly approve of it. I like my employees to show some creativity."

"Stop this," she whispered to him.

"Uh uh uh," said Jimmy. "Anything we wanted, you said. Eagerly, you said." Fucking A. Okay, whatever. The sooner she was in, the sooner this was over. She pushed her panties down her legs and then tucked them into the mail slot. Jimmy grabbed them from the other side and tossed them away. Then she heard the sound she had been dreading. 

"What's going on out here?" said Mr. Henderson's voice. She stood up quickly, turned to face him, and blushed. Standing up seemed preferable to bending over, though she was just as naked either way.

"Ms. Foster has offered to entertain us this evening, Robert," said her landlord.

Robert Henderson was a tall, middle-aged man with graying hair and big hands. She had caught him tossing not-very-subtle leers her way before. That lack of subtlety was nothing compared to what he was doing now. He was openly staring at her with a thin grin. One hand had slid down to his cock.

"Ha," he said. "I always knew she was a god damn cocktease," he said. What?

"Come here for a moment, Shelly," said her landlord. She was shaking, but she did what he said. He turned her so she was in profile to Mr. Henderson, stepped behind her, and began feeling her up from behind. His hand cupped her breasts as he leaned in and whispered "eagerly" in her ear. She shivered.

"Would you like to feel these tits, Robert?" said her landlord. She bit her tongue. Mr. Henderson didn't waste any time. Within one step he was standing in front of her and grabbing her breasts hard. His hands were leathery and his breath stank. He twisted a nipple with glee.

"Ouch!" she said.

"Now now, Robert, don't hurt the poor girl. Maybe you should try touching her sweet little cunt." Oh my god. His dry hand shot down to between her leg. He pushed a finger between her lips. His nails were ragged.

"See how nice your neighbor is, Shelly?" She didn't say anything; she just let him grope her, waiting for it to be over.

"Okay, Robert, I think I'll take Ms. Foster in, now." Mr. Henderson pulled away with obvious reluctance.

"Have fun fucking that hot slut," he said to her landlord. "Man, what I wouldn't give for some time with her." He was talking about her as if she wasn't even there.

"Well, I doubt she's up for three men tonight," he said. And with that, Jimmy opened the door.

She raced in, feeling a hot flush of shame about the molestation. She loathed Mr. Henderson. Even more now that he had been allowed to touch her.

"I can't believe you did that," she shouted as the door closed. She couldn't help herself.

Her landlord raised an eyebrow. "That's not very eager," he said. "That's not doing what we wanted. If you want to stop the deal right now, just let us know."

She took a deep breath. "I don't like him," she said.

"Well, then maybe you shouldn't try and bargain your way out of things we ask you to do," said Jimmy. "You do that again, and maybe you can suck that guy's dick." She shot him an angry look. "Smile," he said with a touch of menace. She pulled her lips upward into a forced smile.

"And speaking of sucking dicks," said Jimmy as he began to undo his belt. She gulped and tried to hide the panic in her eyes.

"Don't worry about it, honey," he said. "It's just sex. Sex with two guys instead of one. Why don't you bend over and help me get my cock out so you can suck it while the boss fucks you?" 

That was it? No preamble?

"Can we please go to the couch," she asked.

"Of course, Shelly," her landlord said, "once you've done what Jimmy says." She heard him undoing his belt. The flowers fell to the floor. As she had begun to accept this evening, she had imagined a makeout session on the couch or in her bed, slowly leading up to her first time with two men. That thought had begun to seem kind of hot.

"I had hoped we could make out first," she said.

"You know," said Jimmy, "if you had just done what we asked, that might have happened." She swallowed and closed her eyes to push back the tears that would only get her into worse trouble. "Bend over," he said. She nodded and did what he said. She unbuttoned his jeans and pushed them and his underwear down. Behind her, she heard another zipper and the rustle of clothes sliding down. Jimmy's hard cock popped out. She slid her mouth onto it, and he moaned. She felt her landlord's sweaty, meaty hands on her hips. And she felt his cock tip against her pussy. She slid her tongue around Jimmy's cock, and the cock at her pussy pushed in.

She couldn't help it; she moaned at the sensation. "Fuck yeah," said Jimmy. He took her seeming pleasure as a chance to thrust into her right as his boss pushed his cock all the way in. She couldn't describe the sensation of being speared upon the two shafts. Neither man was big, but she felt fuller than she had ever felt. Her tits hung beneath her and swayed as the two men began to thrust with abandon. She'd start to focus on one cock when the other would slam into her. She couldn't focus. She kept licking and slurping Jimmy's dick as her landlord filled her up from behind. 

Okay. This wasn't bad. This was hot. This was steamy and lustful. It was sheer sluttishness, and she felt wanton. She felt her hips grind back as she attacked the cock in her mouth with abandon.

Both men had been rock hard when they started. It couldn't have been more than a few minutes since they had started fucking her. But in those few moments, she thought, she changed. It wasn't bad. It was actually okay. She was no longer a girl who had never taken two men before. She was a girl who was, despite her reluctance, beginning to enjoy herself. She was a girl who was suddenly seeing adventure where before she had seen despair.




Shelly and the Tow Truck Driver



"I can't wait to see your beautiful body naked," I said, struggling to control the lust.

She put in a CD and stood up, turning to face me. 

"Well," she said, trying to sound confident, "you won't have long to wait." I grinned.

A dance-y pop song came on, and she began to sway. She stopped.

"This makes me feel a little weird." Her hand slid over her stomach, and she blushed.

"You have such a gorgeous body, Shelly" I said. "I can't wait to see it. I can't wait to touch it." She frowned again, but then sighed. She swayed a bit more.

"Look, I don't really know how to do this kind of thing." She blushed again. I don't know; what do you say to a woman in this situation?

"Do you go to clubs?" She nodded. "Just close your eyes, and pretend you're at a club, dancing in a dress." She nodded again and closed her eyes. She swayed a bit more.

"And then you can take it off, Shelly. You can take it all off." She stumbled and blushed again, but kept her eyes closed and swayed some more. The pop song continued on.

After a few more beats, she got into the dancing. Her swaying became more fluid and less stiff. She began to turn, lifting her arms and swinging her ass. She spun around, letting the slip flare out. Her eyes were still closed.

I quietly fished out my camera. We had agreed on a picture of her naked; I wanted a video of her stripping. As the pop song played on, she got more into it.

She snaked down a bit and slid a hand over her breast and down her front. I would have preferred that she look at me, but I was happy for her to be comfortable stripping. Besides, this video was going to be great.

She lifted her hands to her head and pushed up her hair, swiveling her hips. She pushed out her lips in a little pout as she imagined whatever she was imagining.

She kept her eyes closed as she danced to the music. She was getting into it now, moving the way a girl trying to attract attention on the dance floor does. The first song ended, and the next one began. She picked up her dancing again. This was a girl who knew how to move.

As she leaned slightly forward, stuck out her arms, and shook her magnificent tits, I spoke up.

"Keep your eyes closed if you want, Shelly, but it's time to lose the slip." She stopped. She opened her eyes. She saw the phone.

"What the fuck are you doing with that?"

"Just making sure it's set up to get a photo of you later," I lied. "Remember. The picture is part of the deal. Along with you stripping. So let's focus on that for a minute."

She gulped. But she nodded. She closed her eyes again. Maybe it made it easier for her. Who cared? That meant more video for me.

She began to dance again, and it didn't take her long to get back into sexy moves. She was running her hands along her body, and it was beautiful. But I was horny as hell.

"First the straps," I barked. She nodded and began to tug one skinny strap over her shoulder as she danced. My camera kept recording. She pulled the strap down her arm as she lifted it out.

She danced for a couple more beats and then slid her hand to the other strap. Down it slid. 

"Keep dancing," I said. "Maybe shake those tits some more." She grimaced. She knew what would happen. The fabric wasn't that clingy. But she did what I wanted, and I was overcome again with the feeling of power. She shimmied her chest and the green slip slid down, exposing most of her large breasts. I could just see the large aureoles cresting the fabric. My cock was rigid from the excitement. The video of this was going to be incredible.

"Okay, Shelly, do what I said; take it off." I kept the cameraphone pointed at her. 

She slid her hands up her body, and hooked her thumbs into the fabric on either side of her chest. She continued to dance, and she tugged the fabric down.

"Holy shit," I said. "They're beautiful."

Her tits were enormous. Smooth, large, perfect mounds, with dark, large aureoles, and long nipples. Exposed to the cold air, they stiffened and poked straight out. They were begging for my mouth.

She opened her eyes and smiled, but frowned again when she saw the phone. "Okay, that was not part of the fucking deal." She was right. I thought fast.

"Fuck the deal," I said curtly. "I'm changing the rules."

"What the fuck?!" she shrieked.

"Oh, I'm sorry. Did you say you wanted me to upload these?"

"No, of course not, you fucking dick."

"That's not very nice, Shelly. Here are the new rules. I get the video I want, or I upload what I've got so far with your address. And I hook up your car again for a tow." She turned white.

"You're a fucking bastard," she said.

I pushed a button. "That one's uploading to my YouTube account. It's private now; should I make it public?" 

"No!" she cried out.

"It's so easy now." I hovered my finger over the button. 

"No! Okay! You're a fucking shit, but okay."

"I don't like your tone, Shelly," I said. "I think it's time for you to push that little slip down your body." I held up my phone. "And you'll be happy to know I'm recording again, Shelly. Shelly Foster at 156 Klamath Lane, Unit #17." I leered. "The better the show, the less likely I'll want to share."

Tears ran down her face. "You won't share it?"

"If I want to keep the show for myself because it's so good? No, I won't." A sob escaped her lips. I no longer cared. She was submitting. She was doing anything I wanted.

She closed her eyes again.

"Nope. Keep the eyes open, now," I said. "And keep your eyes on the camera." Another sob. "Your audio track sucks so far, Shelly. Better step it up, or your naked titties will be all over the Internet."

She gritted her teeth and nodded. She began to sway again.

"A smile would be really good right now, Shelly." She forced a smile to her lips as her hips moved.

"And I think you were going to push that slip down?" She grimaced, but she moved her hands up to the top of the slip and began to shimmy it down.

"Sexy, Shelly," I barked. "So sexy I won't want to share!" She gyrated more. The green silk slid down her stomach, bunching at her hips. She began to push it down slowly, one side at a time. She was still smiling, and she was swaying. Was it my imagination, or was she more fluid now? She turned around slowly as the slip slid down her body. The top was past her ass, and she was facing away from me.

"Bend over and take it off!" She did as she was told. Her barely-covered pussy and ass were on full display.

"God that's fucking incredible. Wiggle that ass for me." She did.

"Now turn around and feel yourself up for the camera." She stood up, turned around, and dutifully kneaded her big breasts. The nipples were at stiff attention.

"Why don't you come here and let me feel them." She grimaced, but did what she was told. I reached up and kneaded her breast, holding the phone up for a good angle. They felt so good.

"Okay, Shelly," I said. She paled again. She knew what was coming. "I think it's time for you to take off those little panties in the sexiest way you can."

She straightened up and began swaying her hips with gusto. Yeah, she was totally into this now. She hooked a finger into the g-string and pushed it down. Then she did the other side. She danced, letting her large breasts sway and bounce. Another tug. Then another. Then she hooked in both fingers and pulled the skimpy fabric down her legs.

She was a bottle redhead, all right. Her pubic hairs were clipped into a dark brown strip. I moved the camera to focus on her now exposed pussy.

"Why, Shelly, I don't think you're a natural redhead." The camera caught her blush. She moved her hands over her exposed crotch.

"Now, Shelly, that's not a good show anymore." She pulled her hands back quickly.

"Remember what I said, Shelly. Take it all off." She pushed the fabric down, and then let it fall down her legs. She stepped out of the scrap that was at her feet.

"Very nice," I said. "Now turn around, bend over, and let the camera get a good look." She didn't even resist.

"Spread your legs." She re-adjusted herself. I reached my hand up and stroked the soft flesh. She moaned.

"What's this, Shelly? You seem wet. Tell the camera that you're wet."

"I'm really wet right now," she said.

"Yeah? How wet?" I pushed my finger into that gorgeous pussy. She jerked away.

"That wasn't part of this," she said.

I fiddled with my phone. "And another film on YouTube. I don't even need my phone anymore, Shelly. I can just go home and make them public. How many hits do you think I'll get for these great films of your tits and pussy?" She whimpered again, and I reached my hand up to her spread legs. I pushed two fingers in, and she moaned.

This was it. This was how I was going to get her to fuck me. I'd make her beg me to fuck her to prevent me from releasing the films. Hell, maybe I'd still be around when my boss came by, and we could fuck her together.

Then I had another idea. A really wicked idea, but one that stiffened my cock more than I thought was possible. The keys to her house were in my pants. I doubt she'd remember to reclaim them. Then I'd wait until later. I'd surprise her, and then I'd fuck her. She wouldn't want me to, but I would. And if that didn't work, I had the videos. I could get a lot of mileage out of them.

I stood up, still pointing the camera at her.

"Now, Shelly Foster of 156 Klamath Lane, Unit #17," I said, "I think it's time for that blow job you offered me." She was wide-eyed, but she got down on her knees. I pointed the phone at her.

"Make sure you look up at me as you suck my dick," I said. "But more importantly, look at the camera. Because if I have to, I'll sell these fucking videos to get the money you owe me. How much do you think I could get for them? Ten cents?"

"Let's get my dick into those pretty little lips." She unzipped my pants and pulled them down, not paying attention to the clink of keys. She tugged my boxer briefs down, and my hard cock sprang out. I lifted off my shirt. "Suck it, slut."

She paused and then stretched out her tongue to lick the hard cock poking at her face. She put her hands up to it, and caressed it. She slid her mouth over my hard flesh. I moaned. "Your cock is really nice," she said. She moaned as she engulfed it again. There was no force here.

"You did tell me you were a good cocksucker, didn't you?" She nodded, keeping her eyes upturned. She continued to suck and lick. It was the best blow job I had ever received. She was attacking my dick with gusto. No denying she was into it. I put a hand behind her head and thrust. She gagged as the cock invaded her throat, and pulled back.

"You said you wouldn't thrust if I did the striptease!"

"I said I'd consider it. Guess what, Shelly. I've considered it. You lose." I laughed.

"Fuck you!" she shouted. I turned the phone and made her watch as I pushed the upload button.

"No, don't!"

"Well, then, open that pretty little mouth again." She knew she was beaten. She leaned her naked body forward again. "And suck my dick properly." I thrust it in, and she gagged again. "Oh, fuck yeah," I shouted as I pushed my dick deep into her throat. She gagged a couple more times and then adjusted, and my shaft thrust in without any obstacles. I grabbed her head and pulled it in further until she gagged again. Tears were streaming down her face.

I kept thrusting and thrusting until the sensation carried me away. I shot a load of cum into her mouth. Then another. And another. I felt like I hadn't cum in ages, and I was shooting it all into the pretty redhead's mouth. And I had captured the whole thing on video.

I made her keep kneeling and stroke me until I was hard again.

"Time for the next cocksucking you promised," I said with a grin. "Smile for the camera." She looked at the phone, smiled, and licked her lips. Then she made a kissing face at it. Ah, yeah.

"I'm going to make it up to you for the video," I said. She arched her eyebrow.

"You don't have to swallow this time." She rolled her eyes.

"Not exactly a big prize," she said.

"Well, just wait until you hear what you're going to do instead. You're going to suck my dick, and you're going to let me cum on your face." She moaned.

"Okay, I have to tell you this," she said. "It's hard to imagine we have secrets left. I love it when guys cum on my face. I was disappointed when you said you wanted me to swallow." 

I was shocked. "Really?"

She grinned broadly. "I told you I'm good at this," she said. Then she frowned again. "But you shoot your wad, and you're out of here."

"Agreed," I said, imagining her surprise when I snuck back in afterward. She leaned forward again and took my hard dick between her lips again. She sucked it, and then licked up and down the shaft. She fondled my balls and bent down to suck on them. She was moaning and slurping. I was in ecstacy.

It must have been fifteen minutes later when I grunted, and she pulled back. 

"Stroke my cock until I cum," I said tightly. She reached up her hands -- they were so soft, and pulled at my stiff member. I shuddered and shot a load across her face. Another one arced between us. She was kneeling in front of me, her head tilted back, her face streaked with my cum.

"Time for the picture of you naked," I said as the last streaks came out of me.

"Fuck. You don't have enough?"

"Those were videos. Totally different. Remember, you promised."

I made her lean back so her tits were visible, and I shot a great high-res pic of her.

After that, she watched as I got dressed.

"You were the highlight of my summer job," I said.

"Yeah, fuck you." But she was smiling. 

"Hey, was that story about the guys at the garage true?" I nodded.

"Well, I think I made out okay, then, under the circumstances." She smiled again, and I smiled back.

"Still up for a date some time?" I asked.

"Maybe," she said. "I have to admit that was hot."

"I'll be seeing you, then," I said. She had no idea how soon.

I left her apartment and heard the door lock behind me. I went out to the truck, grabbed some rope, and walked back. I heard the sound of the shower running. I waited a bit longer and then quietly re-opened the door. I carefully moved to her bedroom, but I needn't have worried. She was in the shower already. I hid behind her bedroom door. Just thinking of what was going to happen was making me hard again.

Within ten minutes, she was out, humming to herself. She walked into her bedroom, wrapped in a towel. She stepped over to her bed. Now was my chance. I stepped forward and put my hand over her mouth just as she started to shriek. She looked wild-eyed.

"I forgot to give you back your keys," I said into her ear. She relaxed a little, until I reached my other hand and ripped at her towel. She screamed into my hand.

"And if you thought towing you was pricey? Wait until you see what I charge for returning keys." I pushed her down onto the bed, and jumped on top of her. I grabbed her hands and held them. She started to turn and scream, but I pushed her g-string into her mouth; she had left it on the floor of the living room. She was still struggling. Then she felt my rope slide around her hands. She tried to scream again and began struggling even more. But I was vastly stronger.

I flipped her over. Her hands were tied, and she was gagged. I unbuttoned my pants, and she writhed.

"I figure, a mouth that nice must mean you have a fucking fantastic pussy." Another attempted scream. I was still between her legs, and I spread them.

"I said before I wanted to fuck you. Now we're going to." I let her see my hard cock, and then I stood up, holding her legs down. I positioned my cock at her opening and pushed in easily.

"Oh, fuck yes." I moaned. "You're so fucking wet; you got off on today, didn't you?" She shook her head, so I flicked one of her hard nipples. She winced and then slowly nodded.

Her pussy was warm and wet. I thrust and thrust and watched her naked tits shake with the force of my fucking. Her two blow jobs meant I had plenty of stamina. After several minutes, I felt the unmistakable push of her hips against mine.

"Yeah? You liking this?" She turned her head to the side, but then nodded. She closed her eyes.

"Oh, yeah, I knew you were a fucking hot slut," I said between thrusts.

I leaned down and began sucking her giant tits. She moaned, and I felt her legs wrap around me.

By the time I finally came, twenty minutes later, she was actively grinding against me and moaning. She let out a sigh as my semen flooded her. She was sweating, but she was also smiling.

I pulled out and wiped my wet cock on her face. She didn't even flinch.

"Now, here's the deal, honey," I said. "You're a fucking fantastic lay, and I'd like some pussy before I go back to college." She just looked at me.

"So I'm going to keep those videos of you, and I'm going to make copies of your keys." Her eyes were wide. "And I'm going to come back here whenever I want, and I'm going to do whatever the fuck I want with you. Do you understand?" She looked away again, but nodded. I pulled her underwear out of her mouth.

"Fuck you," she spat.

"Oh, you will, honey, you will." I began to get dressed. I figured she'd get out of the ropes soon enough.

I pulled my shirt over my head.

"Oh, by the way, honey," I said, patting her cheek. "Turns out my boss is your landlord." She started. "Yeah. I told him where I was, and that a big-titted redhead was going to service me for her bill. He said he might swing by later." 

"What the fuck!" she said.

"The point is," I said, "I wouldn't bother wearing much tonight. I want to hear that you answered the door for him in something skimpy. Same outfit if you want, maybe just a nice bra and panties. Then I want to hear that he fucked you."

"No fucking way!"

"Videos, baby. Videos. Also, if I don't hear that, I might just go straight for your ass next time. Do you want me to fuck you in the ass?" She shook her head.

"Have a nice date tonight!" And with that, I left.