A New Beginning (closed)

shannondreams

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It had been a bad day. The alarm hadn't gone off, so she'd woken up to find the movers at her door. There were five guys and she was in a tanktop and panties when she cracked the door open to see who it was. They'd come in and found her half-naked, and even though they were polite enough to wait while she threw on a pair of jeans and a bra, there was no mistaking the looks they were giving her as they loaded everything she owned into a truck. The worst thing was seeing how little room everything she owned took.

Most of the stuff in the apartment belonged to Dave, and as pissed as she was at him, she wasn't going to rob him. For a year, things had been great with them, he made ridiculous money in finance, and she didn't have to work. He told her he just wanted her to relax and enjoy herself, and how could she resist? In the last month, though, things had gotten strange. He always worked a lot, but now he was working even more, coming home to sleep and shower. Instead of wanting sex almost every day, he stopped wanting it at all.

Yesterday, she had followed him on his lunch break to a motel. The same motel they met at when he was still living with his previous girlfriend. The blonde who opened the door for him was already stripped down to heels and a g string, just the way he liked. Shannon hadn't wanted to stay to see what would happen next. She'd just called the movers and rented a cheap, furnished apartment across town.

As the guys unloaded her stuff into her new place, she tried to ignore the looks and the remarks. They were men, being men, and she knew she had the kind of body that men liked. That was why Dave had picked her, after all. When everything was done, she handed the leader her credit card. He swiped it through the machine, and a moment later, he shook his head.

"Declined."

"That can't be right," she said. But it was. And so was the other one. She called her bank, panicking. All of her accounts had been frozen this morning. Dave must have known what she was planning, and decided to punish her for trying to sneak away. It was just the kind of thing he would do.

"Uh...." She turned to look at the movers, who were watching her. "So, there seems to be a little problem. I don't suppose you can send me a bill until I get this sorted out?" She sighed. The last thing she needed was to have this hanging over her head as she tried to start a new life, but what else could she do?
 
Any chance he got, Matt ran into the girl, bumped into her, brushed up against her, tried to get a catch of her scent, or look down her skimpy shirt. He was in college, trying to make a living with his part time cleaning business that mostly focused on cleaning frat houses on Sunday mornings while treating the conscious tenants with breakfast burritos and orange juice. It was a successful business model, but because of his cheap rates, sometimes non-student clients contacted him to do other various things like move or clean their apartments. He obliged whenever he saw something in it for him, including this beautiful woman who wanted her things moved into a new place across town near the college campus. And now, after a long day of moving her things and staring at her backside, she couldn’t even pay cash. The nerve, he thought. Judging by the place he had moved her out of, she was some rich snob who didn’t take others’ thoughts into consideration. That’s when Matt had an idea he knew his frat brothers and co-workers would totally go along with if he played his cards just right. He stared back at the woman and decided he wanted her, but not just for himself… for all of his friends. He wanted to have her, consume her, and then when the time came… mark her.

“We aren’t corporate ma’am, we only take cash on delivery,” Matt said, sounding frustrated. Having been called here, about the only thing decent about the day had been the eye candy of the beautiful Latina girl he had caught a glimpse of in her underwear at the beginning of the day. And now, here she was, standing before him, unable to pay and in pretty dire straights. He had a hard time keeping his eyes off her cleavage, wondering what it was like to take something like this girl to bed. What she would sound like, taste like, and smell like from all different angles doing an assortment of raunchy things her (he guessed) ex-boyfriend never would have thought or considered doing.

“I don’t understand. What about a check?” she replied, trying to feign control but only sounding more desperate to him.

"That's not our policy, either," he said flatly, eyeing his friends, making sure that they understood what the game plan was now. They all seemed to as they moved in closer around the girl, she looking around and noticing that she was now at the center of their circle.

“Maybe we can work something out, ma’am,” Matt began. “You see, I don’t want to have to call the police on you. Our website clearly states our accepted forms of payment. And you don’t want to get in any real trouble, so… maybe you could do something for my friends and I. See, I’ve never seen a cute little Latina girl nude before. But I’d love to change that. How about you take off all of your clothes right now and let us see what you look like… and we won’t get you in trouble or break any of your things?” Matt said, stepping into her personal space and brushing her hair out of her face, flashing a disarming smile that seemed to shock her.
 
She stared at him, shocked. Was he trying to be disarming? He had just threatened her with calling the police or destroying her things, and now he thought he was going to give her a smile and it would be ok? She took a step back, and found she was surrounded. She looked around, fear making her heart sink.

"OK," she said, her voice choked with fright. She reached into her pocket for her phone. "Call the police if you want, but I don't have any money right now. This isn't my fault. My ex ... he cancelled everything. It'll just take a day or so to straighten this out, but I will pay you. There's no need for threats."

She dialed the police station, her eyes wide and panicky. A part of her was thinking about his offer. Before she placed the call, she looked up at him.

"You just want me to get naked?" she said. "And then we're straight?"
 
Matt chuckled as she nervously fretted with the authorities on her phone, the others joining in. It confused her. She looked at them confused. He put his hand on her shoulder reassuringly and reached into his pocket for a statement with her owed expenses on it. Shannon looked it over and then looked back up at Matt.

“I’m sorry, ma’am, a poor attempt at humor. Of course you can pay us later,” he said. “But if you’re feeling a certain kind of way about it, you can always strip for us and send the photos to that address. We do offer a 50% discount for courtesies like that,” he said, turning and heading for the door with his buddies who also were chuckling.
 
"Wait," she said before they reached the door. The last thing she wanted was pictures going out on the internet. She took a deep breath, feeling them waiting, watching her. She could hardly believe she was doing this, but she didn't know where she was going to get the money from to pay her bills, never mind the movers.

She pulled her top up, over her head, letting her big breasts bounce free. She blushed as they stared.

"Fifty percent off if I get all the way naked, right?" she said, stepping out of her shoes.
 
Matt just stared, along with all of his friends, at her tan nipples. Her breasts were free, Shannon so timidly seemingly wishing that she could cover them. Butt Matt's loins stirred as he turned to his friends who nodded. He drank in the sight of her and stepped up to her. They were the biggest breasts he had seen and the only pair of Latina breasts he had ever seen in real life. How he longed to touch them, massage them, grope them, and suck on them... maybe even fuck them a little. But there would be time for that if he played his cards just right. He still wasn't ready to make his move and show his cards.

"Yes. All the way naked, though..." he said.
 
She took a step back, nervous as they moved towards her. They were five, they were strong, they smelled pleasantly of sweat from moving. She looked from face to face. Any one of them, she'd probably have been happy to let him have his way, but there were five. She unbuttoned her jeans and slid them down, taking her panties with them. She stood up, stepping out of them, completely naked, blushing fiercely.

"OK?" she said, her voice shaky. She turned around slowly, letting them get a good look at her big, round ass and smoothly shaved pussy.
 
"Wow, you have a beautiful pussy," Matt said, staring at it, taking a step closer toward her. "I love that you shave it. Really. But it's hard to see more than your nub like this. Please sit down over on the couch and spread your legs so we can all see what your actual pussy looks like hiding between your legs right now," he added, wanting desperately to get her spread eagle on the couch.
 
She had done what they wanted, she had gotten naked. Now he wanted more. She took a step back, nervously. She had stripped for them, but he wasn't really asking for her to do anything except let him get a better look. She took a deep breath and nodded.

"OK," she said, and held her hand up to stop him moving any closer. Part of her knew this was insane, that they could keep pushing her along until she said No, and then they could take whatever she wouldn't give. The rest of her was willing to be insane, to risk it. She was as curious as they about how far she would let this go.

She sat on the edge of the couch and leaned back, sliding her feet apart, opening her legs. Her pussy lips were puffy and slick, pouting out and parted.
 
When Matt saw her pussy in full bloom, her lips so swollen, her slit glistening with wanting, he knew he had her. He could see her embarrassment written all over her face, her nervousness at showing her womanhood to not just him, but all of his friends as well. She had to know things were moving past the point of no return now and there was only one direction to take things. Matt's erection throbbed in his jeans, which he tried so desperately not to rub, but he couldn't resist, he needed to feel that surge when pressure was applied to it. It made her nervous, but Shannon didn't say anything, just kept her legs spread eagle like a professional porn star. Her pussy was smooth, completely bald, obviously having freshly been shaven in the shower earlier. The thought of Shannon shaving her pussy in the shower while he was in the house only made his cock twitch even more. Finally, he decided to speak up.

"Yes, well... your pussy is absolutely beautiful, Shannon. I think we can definitely agree to give you that discount after all. Just the sight of you there, legs open... really gets me going. Before we leave, do you mind if I show you just how hard you've made me? I can throw in an extra ten percent off if you like?"
 
She sat up, closing her thighs, flushing. She was actually flattered by the praise. It all the time they had been together, Dave had never said anything nice about her pussy. He just bitched if it wasn't smooth. She looked at the five guys, staring at her, hungry. Matt, the one who seemed to be in charge, had no shame about touching his cock through his jeans, making sure she saw how hard he was, and the others seemed to be waiting to see how she reacted.

There was no doubt where they wanted to take this, and the truth was that she wasn't sure she didn't want it too. Dave had been neglecting her badly the past month, and they were all young, strong men, hard and hardworking. She bit her lip as she looked around at them.

"Ten percent each," she said, looking Matt in the eye. They both understood what they were talking about now. She nodded her head, and stood up. She walked past them, into the bedroom. "Who's first?"
 
Matt followed her into the bedroom, watching the cheeks on her butt crease with each step she took, the girl obviously having to be aware that the sight of her exposed backside was being ogled from behind, it like a lava lamp and captivating Matt the whole way to the bedroom. When they got there, she turned around, flushed, and sat on the edge of the bed. Matt stood over her and began unbuckling his belt, fumbling with it through the loops on his jeans before tossing it aside. The bulge was undeniable now, Shannon's eyes nervously on it. Matt finally unbutton his jeans, unzipped his fly, and pulled his jeans and boxers down all at once exposing his nearly nine inch, rock hard cock, his pubic hair trimmed to a stubble. His balls ached and were swollen, in desperate need of release, the tip of his engorged head already dripping with pre-cum, the shaft laced with raging veins.

"Wow..." Shannon muttered, unconsciously opening her legs again.

"This is what the sight of your shaved pussy does to me. Here... feel..." he said, as he stepped close to Shannon and gently took her head into his hands, taking the tip of his cock and slowly smearing his pre-cum down the side of her temple, down over her cheek, and gently across her wanting lips before pulling it away and stepping back to admire the glistening trail of slime had had left painted across her unsuspecting face. Then, before she could say anything, Matt cupped his balls and began to slowly pump his shaft at the sight of her...
 
He grabbed her head and smeared precum across her face, and then he stepped back to stroke himself. She sat on the edge of the bed, watching him. He had a great cock, she thought, but why was he singing Single Ladies?

"Come on," he whispered. "Sing along with me. If you liked it then you should have put a ring on it...."

She stared at him, completely confused, watching as he pumped his cock, his hips rocking side to side as he danced along to the song he was singing.
 
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