I paid him with my body, and let him cum inside me [MF]
I was broke and unemployed, with the last of my funds needed for food and rent. I was too proud to ask anyone for help and was determined to get a job and pull my life together myself, and that's when I heard the loud bang.
I had hit something, and could barely control my car. I pulled over, and was devastated when I got out and saw the damage. The tire was shredded and the wheel was bent. There was no way I could drive it, and that was the spare. Dread washed over me.
I couldn't get a job without a car, so it had to be fixed. I tried to calm myself down. Maybe it wouldn't be that expensive, or I could work out a payment plan. By the time the tow truck had arrived, I had deceived myself into believing it would be fine.
The estimate, however, crushed my hopes, and almost brought me to tears. The man standing before was pitiless, though, and was stone faced, uncaring. He watched me pace back and forth in his dingy office as I had a mild panic attack. I had no idea what to do, and he wasn't even going to release my car unless I paid for the towing.
Finally I turned to this man, this pillar of apathy, and asked him what my options were. He rolled his eyes and crossed his arms before simply saying "your option is to pay for it."
I shrank away from him and sat on the cleanest chair I could. I couldn't stop the tears, and buried my face in my hands. I quietly sobbed and all the stress and fear and panic that I had been hiding for weeks finally over flowed. Problems with my roommate, problems with my boyfriend, losing my job, barely affording to live day to day, and I was so hungry.
I ugly cried in his dirty office, as he stood over me, in his oil stained work clothes, his arms crossed. He was unwavering in his apathy. Some part of my hoped that if I broke down he would take pity on me, but he was merciless in his uncaring.
I was desperate now, and I looked up at him, tears streaking down my face. I couldn't lose the car, I had to handle this myself, and in my desperation I pleaded with him. "Please I'll pay you when I get a job!"
"No."
"What about a payment plan, or something, I can pay some now?" More desperation.
"No." Cold, unflinching.
I felt so small, so powerless, so hungry, and sad. I had to get it fixed, and that need overrode everything else. "Please, I'll do anything." I paused, searching his eyes for a hint of anything, but there was nothing. "I'll suck your dick!" I blurted out, and almost immediately regretted it.
There was a long pause, but he did uncross his arms and rest them on his hips. "Your blowjob ain't worth that much."
It was the most response I got out of him, so I ran with it. I stood up and walked up to him, close enough to smell his sweat, and the scent of motor oil. "You can fuck me." It was almost a whisper.
He stared down at me, and smirked, before turning to leave the office. Or so I thought. He walked to the door, closed it and locked it. I felt a pang of fear as he turned back to me and started pulling off the overalls. What have I done?
He stepped out of his overalls and walked up to me in only his wrinkled, stained undershirt and his boxers. I stood there, afraid to move as he reached out to cup my breasts over my shirt with his dirty hands. He squeezed and kneaded them hard, almost painfully, and I let him. He had a wicked smile on his face as he groped me, and I looked down to avoid his gaze, instead looking at the growing tent in his boxers.
This was really happening. I felt disgusted as he pulled my sweatshirt off. I had nothing on underneath and the cool air chilled my skin, hardening my nipples even more.
"You got a hot little body under that baggy sweatshirt." He commented, before pulling my nipples.
I let out a weak moan. It felt good, but I was ashamed to admit it. He just smiled as he toyed with me. He continued manhandling my breasts, and pinching my nipples. The stimulation was having the desired effect, and my moans were harder to hold back.
He stepped back after a few minutes and looked me up and down before ordering me to remove my jeans. I hesitated, but did as I was told. I removed my shoes and stood barefoot on the filthy floor, and removed my jeans. He watched me like a predator. I felt so exposed and ashamed I was doing this.
Just as I tossed my jeans onto the chair next to me, he pulled his dick from his boxers. It was thick, not particularly longer than most guys, but it was very thick. He stroked it slowly as he looked at me standing there in my thong. He told me to turn around so he could see my ass, and I did. I was just an object to be looked at as far as he was concerned.
He moved close and grabbed my bare ass cheek with one hand and rubbed his cock head on the other. I could feel him breathing heavily on my neck. I could smell his breath, his sweat. I shuddered.
He grabbed my shoulder and turned my to face him before applying gentle pressure down. I knew what he wanted, and I slowly dropped to my knees. His cock, inches from my face, precum beading on the tip, and the scent of his musk assaulting my nose. I looked up at him, and he was staring down, with that wicked smile, and he blew me a kiss before pushing my head towards his waiting dick.
I opened my mouth, and struggled to wrap my lips around him. He gave me little time to adjust before forcing himself deeper, filling my mouth completely with his thickness. The taste was strong, and I almost gagged, but I kept my composure as he forced his cock into the back of my throat, over and over.
My jaw burned, but despite the struggle I found myself sucking, and caressing his shaft with my tongue, and lips, as he violated my mouth. I was wet, and my pussy ached, I was horny and enjoying this. I felt like a thing to be used, and I liked it. I liked being used by this man who had no regard for me, on the floor of this dirty office, where anyone could look inside and see. I felt like a slut, and it was satisfying.
It had to be the lack of intimacy with my boyfriend. He hadn't touched me in weeks, and I had long since missed the raw, passionate, uninhibited sex one gets with a stranger. This was everything I had been missing, and I let myself get lost in it.
I cupped his balls with one hand and gently squeezed, the other I rested on his thigh, grazing him lightly with my nails as I continued to suck him hard. His moans got louder, and his grip on my hair lessened. I kept up the pace, sucking his thick cock on my own, now wanting him to cum, eager to taste it.
He wanted more though, and pushed me off him. "Damn, you are good at sucking cock, but I wasn't that pussy." He growled at me.
With one strong pull he had me on my feet, he turned me around, pushed me to the desk, and bent me over. I was nervous, scared, but so excited to feel him. He pulled my thong to the side, and with little teasing, pushed his cock head inside me. He paused for just a moment to slap my ass, making me yelp and tense up, then slammed himself inside me all at once.
That pain was minor, the pleasure was immense. I groaned loud as he filled me completely, stretching me in ways I've yearned for. I collapsed onto the desk and held on as this brute of a man fucked me. He gripped my hips and pulled me back into him with each hard thrust. Our bodies clapped together loudly, and if it wasn't for all the work being done in the shop, his employees would have heard us.
It took him no time at all to bring me to orgasm, and it crashed over me like a wave. I couldn't control myself and was moaning loud as I came all over him. He never slowed down, heightening my pleasure, extending my orgasm. He slapped my ass and called me names I don't remember as he got closer to his own climax. All I could do was hold on and ride out the increasingly intense waves of pleasure.
