Pussy for Tat

Beyond that supple, young body that showed up at the window of my car, it was her look of ‘enthusiasm’, ‘excitement’, and ‘carefree-ness’ that really bothered me. Dressed in a body-hugging t-shirt and FBT shorts, ‘Janice’, looked no older than your average poly student, except that she owed us a four-figure debt.

As per protocol, she let herself into the backseats where I was, and just gave me a cheeky, smile of relief. ‘Don’t you have something for me?’, I asked in the manner I’ve been taught, to avoid using discriminating words in case she was wired.

‘Yes? Can I start now?’, she replied with the same, happy look, like it was her final payment. It was only after she stripped her shirt off, did I finally made sense of how my boss had phrased his (texted) instructions for me.

Go to block ***, meet Janice and enjoy yourself.

Although it was strangely worded, I had attributed the lack of details to his busy workload. In my mind, he simply meant for me ‘to go to a particular block, collecting something from Janice, and have a good night myself’. Little would I expect, myself to be seated right next to a lingerie-clad, poly girl, whose hands were already all over me.

Before anything could happen, I had to ask her, ‘how are you so glad to see me, much less do this to a stranger?’. In a very liberating, casual tone, she explained how the men whom she had ever met (from my company), were of ‘uncle-age’, fierce, and possibly violent. In short, I was an easy target.

‘Do you think I’m an easy target?’, I spoke in such a stern voice that startled and froze her advances, to provide a reply I was all contented with. ‘I think you look gentle. So I don’t mind doing it to you. You are gentle right?’, her worry couldn’t be more distant from the truth, as I responded by replacing her hand on my thigh.

And just like that, she helped me out of my pants and leaned her chest over, taking my cock eagerly into her mouth. At once, I was plunged into her warm, slippery orifice that I couldn’t stop moaning to, and got rewarded with faster, deeper strokes all the way to my balls.

To reciprocate her effort, I reached under her chest to her groin, where she obediently tucked her knees in to get into doggystyle, so I could feel her pussy. ‘You’re wet already?’, I popped the rhethorical question just so I could boost my ego, to her thankfulness for my cleanliness (down there), gentleness, and responsiveness.

As much as I was aware about how one can say the most beautiful things to get out of trouble, she definitely hit the right spots, both physically and mentally. Since she was more or less, already in the mood, we could only ‘get on with it’.

After I positioned myself in the middle of the beakseat, the quick-witted girl understood what I was up to and quickly took up her spot, on my lap just a few inches away from my saliva-coated dick. Needless to say, protection is a must, and boy could she not be more glad to put it on for me.

Immediately after that, she sank her pussy over my cock and began grind-riding me, rocking her hips back and forth as she moaned louder and harder. While it was obviously traumatic for anyone to do this for money, she did seem happy to waive off the interest this way.

Because of how ‘little’ I felt in that cowgirl position, it was only a matter of time before I placed her on her back, in the standard, missionary-style. Taking my time to penetrate her, she didn’t take long to return to her state of euphoria, screaming as I jabbed my unwavering hard cock into her collapsing pussy.

It was due to my tiredness, that I could last slightly longer, using little effort to split her vaginal walls apart so I could dive right into her deepest corner. Over and over again, she was ‘shocked’ awake each time I slammed my hips onto her groin, hitting all her sensitive spots along the way.

Within minutes, she fell into a loop of orgasms, joined by the rapid strokes I was shoving mercilessly into her. Luckily for me, she could only get ‘that tight’, which allowed me one last change of position to thoroughly ‘experience’ her.

To realise my choice of doggystyle, we faced one side of the car and had to put one leg (each) on the floorboard. Once we found our balance, there was nothing else for her to do except to squeal and moan, as I pounded her fiercely from behind. Amidst the crazy, loud sex, she was still able to express her regret, that I didn’t looked like anyone who could fuck her so hard.

Upon hearing that, I made sure to shatter her naive impressions of me by smashing her so hard, until I emptied my balls into the condom between us. By the time we were done, she looked more satisfied than she should be about the interest she couldn’t even pay.

Once rested, and alone, I texted my boss about her ‘payment’ and promptly received a barrage of information regarding her loan. In short, I was put in charge of her account, complete with photos of her NRIC, family members, boyfriend, school mates, and nudes.

As per protocol, I had to send her a reminder, of the date she was due for her next payment.

‘Can I pay you the interest the same way as today?’, she texted back. The lesson to take away, is to never borrow more than you can repay.

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