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  Brooke's Debt

  I answered the ringing telephone, knowing full well who it would be. My suspicions were confirmed when I heard the voice on the other end.

  "Why are you suing me?" Brooke inquired desperately.

  "I loaned you five hundred dollars." I replied. "You were supposed to pay it back in five months after you got your income tax refund. It's been two years and you keep blowing me off. Now, you're going to have to go to court, and you will lose."

  "But I don't have five hundred dollars!" Brooke protested. "You know that."

  "You should have arranged to make some kind of a deal then;" I retorted, "a payment plan of some kind. It's the principle of the matter that pisses me off, Brooke."

  "But if I can't pay it, they'll hold me in contempt!" Brooke wailed. "They'll put me in jail."

  "You sound desperate." I responded casually. "Would you like to work out some kind of arrangement now, then?"

  "What kind of arrangement?" Brooke inquired suspiciously.

  "It doesn't really matter." I replied. "If you don't agree to it, then I proceed with the lawsuit and you go to jail, and may I add, lose custody of your kids."

  "No!" she exclaimed. "I'll do whatever you want, then."

  "Good girl." I responded. "I need my house cleaned, for starters. You owe me five hundred dollars. Due to this new barter system, you'll have to do three times that in work to equal my inconvenience."

  "Three times?" Brooke shouted into my ear.

  "Or jail." I replied quite simply, pulling the phone from my ear and wiggling my jaw to ease the ringing.

  There was a short pause, and then Brooke finally spoke up.

  "Okay. What do I need to do?"

  "We'll start with house cleaning." I explained. "Be here in the morning wearing that French maid outfit you told me you made."

  "Okay." Brooke replied. "How much is it worth?"

  "Fifty bucks." I said, casually. "Since the balance is fifteen hundred dollars in payoff, you owe me thirty house cleanings. On second thought, make it once a week for a year; fifty two."

  "But-" Brooke began.

  "Listen you," I said in an irritated voice, "I've waited long enough. Consider this interest."

  "Okay." Brooke replied in a terse tone. "Fifty two house cleanings."

  "And all the trimmings." I added. "Make sure you wear that French maid's uniform."

  "All the trimmings?" Brooke asked in a puzzled tone.

  "Just be here wearing it." I instructed. "Bye."

  The next morning, Brooke rang my doorbell. I opened the door and sure enough, she was wearing the tight little black outfit she had told me about.

  "You look cute." I greeted her. "Come on in."

  It had been quite some time since she had been to my house, but this time it was going to be much different. I closed the door and showed her around.

  "Dust, vacuum, and clean." I instructed, glancing at her chest.

  Brooke's breasts weren't very big, but I could see her nipples poking through the sheer black fabric, and I could see the outline of her areolas clearly. My cock began to harden at the sight, and Brooke saw me staring at them.

  "You look really cute in that outfit." I complimented her.

  "Thank you." she replied, her gaze drifting from my eyes to her breasts.

  "But," I continued, as I reached out and squeezed her tits firmly, "I don't want you getting it all dusty. Take it off."

  "But-" she protested at both my groping and the demand to undress.

  "But nothing." I responded, continuing to knead her soft breasts through the thin fabric.

  I pulled her top down slightly, exposing her droopy breasts, and continued to squeeze and fondle them. I pulled on her nipples, which responded by hardening, so I knew she wasn't too upset by the whole situation. Suddenly, I grabbed the sheer fabric of her outfit and tore the front of her top wide open, ripping the thin material from her body, causing her thin, saggy tits to jiggle wildly. Brooke stared at me stunned, and was unable to speak as I grabbed her tits once again, and squeezed them roughly, pulling on them until she gasped.

  "I said, take it off. Bottom line is, I want you clean my house in the nude." I finally said after almost a minute of squeezing her soft tits. "Now get undressed before I rip what's left of that thing off of your body and shove your naked ass out the door for the whole neighborhood to ogle you and your saggy titties."

  Brooke knew she really didn't have a choice, or I would proceed with my lawsuit, so she began removing what was left of the tight little outfit. She also had a pretty good idea of how things were going to proceed. I watched intently as she undressed in front of me, savoring the sight of the little blonde bitch stripping her clothes off until she was completely nude. My cock was throbbing by the time she was down to nothing but her black heels, which I instructed her to leave on. Brooke then looked at me uncertainly, wondering what was coming next, but figuring she was going to get a good fucking before it was over, and she was right.

  I sat on the couch facing her, and gave Brooke her next set of instructions as I stared at her nude body.

  "Start by cleaning all the stuff off the coffee table." I directed. "And make sure those titties of yours hang down."

  Brooke leaned over and her soft, tan-lined tits hung down for me, jiggling like jelly as they did so. They were very soft and saggy, and they thinned out to two dancing strips about two inches wide and a half inch thick, as they dangled six inches below her chest. I began to play with them once again, pulling on them until they stretched almost a foot below her chest; by this time two skinny, tubular sausages an inch thick, and Brooke looked at me as I pulled on them even harder.

  "This is what you meant by all the trimmings, isn't it?" she inquired hoarsely.

  I nodded and unzipped my pants, exposing my huge erection.

  "Forget the housecleaning for now." I responded. "I want you to fuck and suck me once a week for the next year. You're going to be my little whore, got it? Now, you can begin by cleaning my dick and balls with your mouth and tongue. Do it nice too, you little blonde bitch. I'm going to come in your mouth."

  Brooke climbed onto the couch with me and began licking my nuts. She then sucked on them one at a time, running her tongue all over them. I was finally rewarded with the sensation of her warm, wet mouth sliding up and down the length of my shaft, as she continued to play with my balls. I sighed, and caressed the back of her blonde head, as it bobbed up and down on my cock. The feeling was exquisite, and I then reached under her chest and cupped her dangling tits in my hands as she continued sucking on my dick, enhancing the experience even more.

  "Oh Brookie," I moaned, "that feels so good; don't stop. Oh, I love squeezing your soft little titties while you suck on my penis. Don't stop Brookie, I'm going to come. I'm going to come in your mouth, Brooke. Oh Brookie, I'm com- oh God, that feels so fucking good! Oh Brookie, I'm coming in your mouth! I'm coming in your mouth! Broo-kieeee!"

  I groaned in ecstasy as my orgasm crested and I ejaculated inside her mouth, filling it with spurt after spurt of warm semen, while I massaged her soft tits in my hands. Brooke swallowed it all, and I continued playing with her droopy boobs for a while.

  "That was wonderful." I sighed, as I pulled my cock out of her mouth. "You can go ahead and clean now."

  Brooke licked her lips as she climbed off the couch and resumed dusting while I watched her. Her dangling tits jiggled to and fro, as she dusted in the nude.

  Unknown to Brooke, I had taken a Viagra prior to her arrival, and m
y cock was still rock hard. After an hour or so of watching her, I was hot as hell, and ready to fuck her but good.

  I stood and faced her, fondling her tits, and gave her another instruction:

  "Follow me."

  I led Brooke to the bedroom, where I gently guided her onto the bed. I spread her legs and climbed on top of her, sinking my hard cock into her soft, wet cunt. It felt like a velvet glove, and I began sliding in and out of her pussy, and Brooke soon began moaning my name.

  "Harder!" she cried. "Harder! Oh God, fuck me harder! Fuck me, I want you so bad! Make me cum! Make me fucking cum!"

  Brooke's soft tits were sliding back and forth on her chest; jiggling like jelly at my fucking, and I couldn't help but get even more turned on at the sight. It wasn't long before I felt pure ecstasy building between my legs, and I shot spurt after spurt of my hot cum into her velvety pussy. Brooke's nails dug into my back, and I felt her shudder in an orgasm as well. She howled in pleasure, as her vagina pulsed in time with my ejaculation. The truth was, she wanted it just as badly as I did, and now her secret was out.

  I rolled off Brooke and lay back on the bed, panting from the heat of passion I had just experienced. I could feel her playing with my still-hard cock, and I caressed her dangling tits lovingly. We both knew this was only the beginning of something we had both wanted for a long time, and with this excuse out of the way, there was nothing to keep us from fucking and sucking each other for the rest of our days. Brooke's debt was far from over; I would see to that.

  Brooke is now eight months pregnant, and that will keep her indebted to me for the next eighteen years, at the very least. Yep, I've got it made.

  The End.

  One Very Weird Chick

  This time we were on a carousel. It was night and there were bright lights all around, the carousel itself was bright and flashing. We were riding horses side by side, and we were both nude. Faith seemed to be enjoying her horse quite a bit: her head was tossed back, her face was constricted in a grimace of pleasure, her tits jutted out and bounced lusciously as she moved up and down, and she was moaning like she was getting the best fuck of her life. As the carousel revolved and the crappy music played she came, then the spinning horses came to a slow stop. Smiling and out of breath, Faith shifted her position, moving back a bit on the horse, and I saw now what she'd been doing: the dildo that was supposed to be in my night stand drawer.

  "Wow," she said. "That was a great ride." She looked at me. "What do you say, B? Wanna take a turn?"

  "What is it with you and dildos?" I asked.

  Faith shrugged. "Next best thing." I dropped my gaze down to the dildo; it was glistening with her come. "Oh, I think I know what you wanna do. Go ahead, B. It's just us here."

  I looked around and saw that she was right; we were in the middle of a busy carnival, but we were the only ones there.

  "I promise I won't tell," Faith said in a half-whisper.

  "There's nothing I want to do with that thing," I said. But in the next instant I had stepped closer, and then leaning over it. I opened my mouth and brought it down over the end of the dildo. I immediately tasted Faith's come in my mouth.

  "That's my girl," Faith said softly. I felt her touch my hair. Then I felt my nipples get almost painfully hard.

  "There you go, B. Only question now is, What's making those awesome nipples of yours so hard? Is it the dildo, or the taste of me, or the way I'm touching your hair?" Faith giggled, which was totally unlike her.

  I pulled my mouth from the dildo and straightened up. "If this is my dream, then why are you the one that supposedly knows everything and I don't know shit?"

  Faith shrugged again. "Beats me, Slayer. That's the one thing I don't know." She leaned closer to me, locking her eyes with mine. "So tell me. Am I delish or what?"

  The scene suddenly changed: we were back in my room, it was daylight, maybe early morning, I couldn't really tell. We were wearing clothes now, though not much: just panties and tanktops for both of us. We were lying together on my bed, on our sides facing each other, surrounded by dozens of teddy bears and stuffed stuffed animals. The dildo lay between us on the mattress; I wondered if I'd somehow fallen into some pervert's sordid fantasy world.

  "Well, this is a lot more cozy, isn't it, B?" Faith said.

  "Not that cozy," I said, and tossed the dildo across the room.

  "Why do you always have to be such a spoil sport?" I opened my mouth to answer but Faith's fingers were suddenly touching my lips. "Hush now," she whispered.

  Then she moved closer to me on the bed, close enough that our tits were touching. Her face was even closer, almost a blur in my eyes, and then I felt her lips on mine. I pulled back and said "What are you doing?"

  "You tell me," she replied. "This is your dream."

  "You keep saying that."

  "Because it's true. Now, shut up." She pressed her lips to mine again, but this time I didn't move away.

  They were soft and warm and lipsticky. Her breath, too, was warm as it spilled from her nose over my cheek. I felt her tongue against my lips and I opened my mouth. She slithered it in like a tiny wet cock as she brought one hand up to caress my hair, and the other up to worm its way between our tits. She cupped my right tit in her palm and very gently began to fondle me.

  My mind was screaming for her to stop, but it was only my mind; the rest of me was responding to her with an intensity that surprised me, even shocked me a little. My heart was hammering in my chest, my breath was short and choppy, and there was a definite fire brewing between my legs. I told myself I should be pushing Faith away, but my arms disagreed; they wrapped themselves around her neck and, seeing this, my mouth and tongue decided to join in on the little rebellion and began fervently sucking on Faith's tongue.

  And then we were falling, slowly, onto the bed. There was suddenly a pillow under my head, the soft but firm plane of the mattress under my back, and as our bodies settled I felt Faith's hand slide from my hair down my arm, then between my thighs. I heard myself make a sound in my throat that could easily be construed as a moan of desire. Faith pulled her mouth away from mine and breathed, "Tell me, baby," then started kissing my face, then my neck. Her fingers moved between my legs, rubbing me through the thin cotton of my panties. Heat rose inside of me like a quickly boiling cauldron. I shut my eyes and turned my face away in a vain attempt to deny what was happening, yet at the same time I arched my back, pressed my cunt against Faith's probing fingers, wanting more.

  "Oh...no..." I said.

  "Oh yeah," Faith countered. "Get into it, B. You can't help it. You know you can't."

  "I don't...I don't want..."

  "Shhhh."

  She was kissing my collarbone, then the space between my tits. I could feel her lips through the thin fabric of my tanktop. Her dark glossy hair was spilling onto my shoulder. It tickled and I moved to brush it away but instead took some of it in my hand, gripped it, even pulled on it a little. Things were crashing around inside of me.

  Then suddenly my tanktop was up around my throat and the cool air was on my naked tits. Faith, looking at them, smiled in wonder and said, "Wow. Slayer, you have the most awesome tits I've ever seen in my life." She glanced up at me and her smiled turned into a grin. "They look yummy as fuck." She returned her attention to my tits, her smile disappeared, and then she dipped her head and I felt her tongue, warm and wet, begin to trace tiny circles around one of my nipples. I gasped and made another embarrassing sound in my throat. I clutched Faith's dark glossy hair a little tighter.

  "Careful there, B," Faith said, sounding slightly out of breath. "I can dig it rough, but you don't want to piss me off." Then she bit my nipple, sending a stab of pain and pleasure coursing through me.

  "Faith...no..."

  But she wasn't listening. She went on, licking and sucking at my tits and rubbing me between my legs. I couldn't do anything but writhe on the bed and lose myself to the rising heat and pressure inside me, until finally my body shuddered, my breath c
aught in my throat, and I came.

  "There now, you see?" Faith said. "I knew you liked it."

  "I don't..." I said.

  "Oh, you do too." She kissed my right tit, then the left one. "You just haven't let yourself be convinced yet. But you wanna be convinced. Yes, you do." She continued to kiss me, her lips moving slowly down below my tits, down my belly. As she went she repositioned herself, moved onto her hands and knees, her jet hair falling in a shining curtain over my abdomen. I felt her lips and her tongue traveling further and further down as her fingers hooked themselves into the elastic band of my panties. She tugged at them, gently sliding them over my hips and down my legs. They dissolved and disappeared.

  Faith moved her head between my thighs, which were spread wide now. I felt her hands on them, holding them gently as she moved her face closer and closer to my cunt. Her mouth and nose disappeared below the horizon of my cunt hair, until all I saw was her eyes and the dark mane on top of her head. She kissed me, then licked me once, like a cautious kitten.

  "Speaking of yummy," she said. She closed her eyes and began licking me in earnest, her tongue sliding up and down over my cunt lips, then worming its way between them and inside of me. I felt her penetrate me, deeper and deeper and deeper. The swirling blaze that had been building up within me suddenly burst into a firestorm of pleasure. I clutched at my own tits, squeezed them, pulled on them, and cried out, unable to stop myself.

  Faith moaned against my cunt; she was coming too, even though I hadn't done anything to her.

  "Faith...please...you need to leave me...leave me alone now...I don't want this..."

  "You keep saying that," she said, but it was my voice I heard, not hers.

  She resumed licking me, and kissing me, and sucking at my clit, and I came again, and again. I cried out each time, lost in the passion and ecstasy even as tears spilled from my eyes and down my face. Finally, she she stopped, raised herself up onto her knees. Her top had disappeared and her full firm tits were exposed. Her nipples were dark and hard and her red lips glistened as she smiled at me.