Tow Yard Slut

[CreepyFrank]

She looked up at him, almost panting she was breathing so hard. He grinned. She kept pumping his cock in her fist, and he he let his head roll back.

"Oooooh God yes," he groaned, and then his cock swelled up. His balls clenched and a stream of hot white cream shot out, splattering across her eyes and forehead. He nearly dropped the phone, but he kept recording as the next spurt hit her in the mouth.

"Fuck yes, fuck yes." Another spurt shot out, and another, and his cum was trickling down her face. He'd never cum so much in his life.

"Holy shit...." He stumbled back and leaned back against the desk. His cock was standing up, dripping cum and spit, and he looked at the pretty girl, kneeling, her face covered with cum.

"You're good to go," he said.

 

[marine_biochild]

The reaction shocked her as wave of sticky white rope hit her face, dripping to her chest. Shivering she looked up at him trying to keep it out of her hair. She could feel it against her skin, like hot lava warming her skin. Taking a deep breath she watched him, her fingers brushing away the cum near her eyes. He leaned against the desk as she stood slowly.

"You're good to go." She gave a small smile but didn't move. "Do... you happen to have a rag or papertowl?"

She glanced around for a bathroom, not wanting to slide her dress over her head only to get cum everywhere. She had a twenty minute drive home.

 

[CreepyFrank]

He looked at her and thought for a second. A part of him was tempted to make her wear his cum, but he had another idea that was even better. He stepped over to her and patted her pussy. Then he led her to the bathroom. It was just a tiny cubicle with a toilet and a sink, but there was a roll of paper towels on the edge of the sink.

"There you go, babe," he said. "I'll get your keys and the paperwork."

He went back to the desk and looked back over his shoulder. Then he picked up her phone that she'd left on the desk, and sent himself a text. He smiled to himself and picked up his phone, and started looking through the pics he'd taken. They were poor quality, but good enough for his purposes. He'd get a proper camera for next time.

 

[marine_biochild]

"Thank you." She said quietly though shook her head when he left. Thank you? He had just came all over her face while holding her fathers car over her head. Taking a deep breath she cleaned up, wiping herself down with cool water and the paper towels. Taking another deep breath she pulled herself together before walking back out.

"Everything set?" She asked gently as she took her dress into her hands. Pulling it over her head she smoothed the material. Swallowing she offered her hand for her things. She was ready to get home, take a hot shower and never think of this night again. Little did she know, this night would be the only thing she would be thinking of for quite a while.

 

[CreepyFrank]

"You're all set," he said, watching her pull her dress on. "Glad we could get this all straightened out."

Then he handed her her keys, and a yellow copy of a form that explained she had paid in full. Under "Payment Method," he simply wrote "other."

"I'll open the gate."

He let her out, and locked the gate behind her, watching the tail lights disappear down the road.

He would see her again. Very soon.

 

[marine_biochild]

She got home as quickly as she could, wanting to get the night over and done with. Once the car was safely parked in the garage and she was neatly showered she tucked herself into bed. Letting out a sigh she stared up at the ceiling for a moment she was silent, enjoying the peace within the room before she fell asleep.

She was bent over the couch this time, his hands grasping her hips roughly. His fingers digging into her flesh as his free hands yanked at her hair. She was almost to climax, his balls slapping her clit as he cried out her name in rel-

"Anna...Anna!"

She jerked, glancing around before spotting her best friend. Her cheeks began to warm as she bit her lip. "M...Marcy." She squeaked sheepishly. Had she really been daydreaming?

" You've been staring at the same page for twenty minutes, what has gotten into you?"

Swallowing she rubbed her her temples. "I'm sorry. I'm just tired that's all." She took a deep breath before leaning back in her chair. "Well....I'm done for tonight. I just can't focus on this. I think I'm going to call it a night and head back home. Sorry. I'll finished the paper late my head just isn't on it." She muttered. Her friend looked confused but conceded.

She had been having waking wet dreams since the first day after her experience in that damned garage.

 

[CreepyFrank]

By the time Wednesday, his night off, rolled around, Frank was starting to get obsessed. He kept looking at the video he had shot. She was so sexy, but the video was crap. He had even bought a new video camera, thinking he would shoot her again. He was pretty sure she had liked it. He smiled. Wednesday was his night off.

He thought about calling her, but what was he going to say? Remember when I forced you to have sex with me in the trailer at the tow yard? He couldn't figure out what to do, so he went down to Mick's, the bar on the corner. It was a seedy little dive, but at least they knew him. Mick opened a beer for him without saying a word. One of the regulars was sleeping, passed out on his barstool, and a couple of guys were playing pool.

"This sucks," he muttered, and sipped his beer.

Then he did it. He sent her a text.

come to Mick's. 63365 W. Shermer Ave. wear the skimpiest outfit you own

He attached a picture of her. She was kneeling, wearing nothing but her thong, looking sexy.

 

[marine_biochild]

She was at home when her phone pinged with a new message. Having been laying in bed, her tv muted and her arms crossed over her eyes. Why had she been so enthralled with that man? She hadn't enjoyed it, had she? Heaving a sigh she reached out for her phone. Clicking open the txt she stared at it. She didn't know the number, but, her heart stopped. Attached was a picture of herself from that night. Swallowing she sat up reading the txt a few more times before she scanned the picture again. It could only be him. This was her chance.

Dashing off to he closet she began to dig. She knew what she would be wearing. Years ago she had dressed as a black cat for Halloween. The shorts she had bought for said costume would work perfectly. Pulling out the small item she looked down at herself. She wondered if she should wear any underwear. Thinking she didn't exactly have underwear this low anymore she pulled on the shorts alone before digging through for the shirt in her minds eye. Finally finding the small crop shirt at the bottom of a drawer she pulled it on. It was a little snugger than she remembered but the entire reason she had stopped wearing it was because every breath she took threatened to reveal her breasts.

With a small nod she pulled on a pair of black heels before sending a quick text.

10 min.

It was all she sent but she was already in the car on her way to what she hoped was a very eventful night.

The bar was dingy to say the least but she didn't care. Stepping out into the cool air she made her way towards the door. Her heart was pounding but she continued on anyway. Moving into the dimly lit bar she glanced around. It seemed all eyes were on her as she spotted the man from the tow yard, and he was staring right back.

 

[CreepyFrank]

“Oh, shit,” Mark the bartender said. Frank looked up, followed the guy’s eyes to the door. She had just come in, wearing what he thought was a bikini at first glance. Then he realized it was a pair of unbelievably skimpy shorts and a top that was just barely holding her tits in. Just then, the song on the jukebox ended, and there was a plop as a ball dropped on the pool table. The players had completely forgotten it was in motion, they were staring at the vision who had just walked in.

“Come here, babe,” Frank said. He turned on his barstool, facing her, and pointed to the floor in front of him. The juke box started again, a raunchy guitar riff. She had that in her closet and she was giving him a hard time about calling her a slut?

“You know her?” whispered Mark.

“Just met her last weekend,” Frank said, without taking his eyes off of her. He couldn’t believe it had worked. Not only had she come, but she looked incredible, like sex served on a silver platter. He hadn’t even had to threaten her with the pictures or anything. He could almost pretend that she really wanted to be there.

 

[marine_biochild]

He urged her towards him with his words. The silence in the room didn't phase her and as she walked her hips swayed slowly in the shorts, her high heels causing her ass to look even better than normal. With a grin she stopped before him before stepping between his legs as he sat on the stool.

"Leave it to you to pick such a dingy dive." She whispered but she was standing close to him, her breathing a little heavier than it should have been. She had wanted to be here, wanted him to use her as he had a few nights before but now that she was here she didn't know what to do to tell him such.

Biting a plump lip she leaned forward, her ass almost hanging out of the tight shorts. "What do you say we get out of here? Maybe pick up where we left off?" It was a breathy whisper against his ear.

 

[CreepyFrank]

She looked even better than she had the other night, with her shorts snugged tight over her mound, barely covering anything, and her hips swaying as she walked. He’d figured they would have a few drinks before he tried anything with her, but it looked like she’d already had a few. Or maybe she just didn’t need them.

"Leave it to you to pick such a dingy dive." she whispered, standing between his legs, her body practically touching his. Was she already breathing hard? "What do you say we get out of here? Maybe pick up where we left off?"

“Oh, baby,” he whispered back. “I don’t want to get out of here. I just want to pick up where we left off. That’s why we’re here, not some fancy-ass place like you’re used to. Here, nobody’s going to mind if I do this.”

He put his hands on her hips, turning her around and pulled her close, so her ass was pressed against his lap. Then he slid his hands up under her shirt, pushing the shirt up and covering her breasts with his hands. He squeezed her tits, pinching her nipples.

 

[marine_biochild]

Surprise creased her face as he spoke. She was confused to say the least. His rough hands spun her, pressing her against his lap while his hands rose to her chest. Grabbing his wrists she tried to understand what he was thinking when her shirt was push towards her neck. A gasp had barely left her lips when his hands had cupped her breasts. Her face was hot, but her body was hotter. Leaning back into his chest she watched as the patrons of the bar seemed to stop everything they were doing to look at her.

"W...we can't to this here!" She was stumbling over her words, her hands grasping tightly to his wrists but she wasn't about to pull his hands off. If she did she would be exposed to everyone in the bar.

She leaned back a little more trying to see his face as she heard people beginning to whisper. "What are you possibly thinking? We are going to get in trouble. We are in public!" Her voice was barely a squeak. Logic was telling her she was right but reality was telling her otherwise.

 

[CreepyFrank]

"Hey guys," he said. He slid his hands down, but grabbed her wrists, pulling her arms behind her back, forcing her bare tits out. "She's afraid she'll get busted. Any of you guys think you might call the cops?"

"The last thing I want is any fucking pigs in here," the bartender said.

"I left my phone in the car," one of the pool players said, gawking at the big, round tits that were exposed.

"Are you fucking high? Call the cops on a hot piece of ass like that?" the other pool player answered. "Not unless she packing a gun in those shorts."

Frank chuckled. "That's a good point."

He reached down, grabbing her pussy through the tight shorts, probing.

"I don't think she's packing," he said. Then he let his tongue slip into her ear.

 

[marine_biochild]

The men in the bar called out their reasons for not calling the cops as he pulled her wrists back. Holding her arms behind her she sat, exposed to the men in the room. A blush flooded her cream skin as she tried to keep her breathing calm. She couldn't let him know how turned on she was.

His free hand fell to prod at her tight shorts, a soft moan slipping past her lips. "This is torture." She whispered, his tongue snaking out to rake across her ear. A shiver touched her skin as she arched her back. Pressing her hips into his she shifted looking back at him. She was trying hard not to pant. She was wet in the tight shorts, her legs locking around his. She had never felt like such a whore in her life but for once she was enjoying every moment of it.

 

[CreepyFrank]

"This is torture," she said.

"It doesn't have to be," he whispered. He unzipped her shorts and slid his finger in, finding her soaking wet. "This could be the best thing you ever felt. I don't know why you keep trying to fight what you know you want."

He let go of her. "I'm not going to force you. If you want to go, you can. But I know these guys want to see what's under your shorts. Come on, baby. Just slide them down to your knees."

 

[marine_biochild]

His fingers slid beneath her shorts, the zipper being puled down before hand in a slow motion that made her groan. She was already wet when his fingers slid into her. Before she could enjoy the feeling he released her.

Standing before him she turned looking down at him. Biting her lip she glanced over her shoulder before shifting her hips. Her fingers hooked under the short material before pushing them over her hips. Letting them fall to the floor she stood before him, exposed to the entire bar.

 

[CreepyFrank]

“Good girl,” he whispers. He reaches out and presses his finger into her, smiling. Slowly, he slides it in and out, his eyes watching her closely. “Isn’t that better? You can pretend, but I know you love this. Your pussy gives you away.”

He pulled her closer, slipped his other arm around her waist, and kissed her. He slid a second finger into her pussy, and his tongue into her mouth at the same time. There was nothing sweet about the kiss, it was hard, sloppy, aggressive. The rest of the place could have been empty, the three other men just stared.

 

[marine_biochild]

She leaned into his grasp, hips pressing into his hold wanting more than his fingers. She no longer felt the eyes watched her as she stepped slowly, letting him pull her into the rough kiss. Moaning against his lips her hands grasped at his shoulders, teeth biting at his bottom lip only to suck it after. Her breathing was heavy as she pulled her face back to start lustfully into his eyes.

"I need you to fuck me. I need you to fuck me like you did the last time." It was an order. She hadn't figured out that she wasn't in charge anymore, nor had she realized that she no longer called the shots. She was at his mercy. The men there could see to that if need be.

 

[CreepyFrank]

He chuckled. She needed it. He did, too, but not yet. Not until he had adjusted her attitude. He slapped her tit, hard enough to leave a pink print of his hand that faded slowly.

"What you need is to learn your place," he growled, his lip curling back in an angry sneer. "I'll fuck you when and if I'm ready. You want it, you better do as I fucking say. Now get on your fucking hands and knees. Now!" he snapped the last word out sharp.

 

[marine_biochild]

He smacked her tit, causing her to jump. She eyed him, her fingers pressing against his chest. "What.." She whispered as he told her he would be teaching her place.

Standing slowly she took a step back her eyes worried. She was mid retort when he told her to get on her hands and knees. Swallowing she glanced to the other men in the bar, seeing she wasn't going to get any help she knelt down carefully on her hands and knees looking up at him.

 

[CreepyFrank]

"That's more like it," he said. Then he slipped off the stool, leaned down, and scooped her up off the floor. He sat her back down on her hands and knees, but now she was on the bar. He ran his hands over her ass and dipped his fingers into her pussy.

"Holy shit," the bartender whispered. "Is this bitch for real?"

"She's for real," Frank said. "Check it out."

The bartender looked at her, and then hesitantly reached out and touched her pussylip. After a second, he slipped his finger into her.

"Ho ly shit," he said again.

"You still need to get fucked, baby?" Frank said.

 

[marine_biochild]

She moaned as he fingered her, her hips bucking back against him. It wasn't enough. Sh needed more. She need to be fuck. As if hearing the bartender through a fog she glanced back at him just in time to feel his fingers slide into her as well.

"You still need to get fucked, baby?"

She moaned against her hips pressing back into the fingers that were still inside her. 'Yes! I need to be fucked! Please!" She begged. Her legs spread wider needing more.

 

[CreepyFrank]

The two pool players were walking towards the bar now. All eyes were on the girl on the bar. Frank reached into his pocket, pulled a long swatch of silky red fabric from it. He reached under and cupped one of your tits, giving it a squeeze. The bartender's fingers were pumping in faster now.

"Who decides when you get fucked?" Frank said softly. He tied the fabric around your head, blindfolding you.

 

[marine_biochild]

The silk sent everything into a red tinted darkness. Her heart was pounding against her ears, and as she gripped the edge of the bar she knew she no longer had any control. Taking a deep breath she spread her legs a little wider, the feel of different hands against her skin a welcomed sensation.

"Who decides when you get fucked?"

It was a whispered against her ear. Swallowing sh tried to focus though it was hard with the fingers pressing into her. "You do." She managed to croak out.

 

[CreepyFrank]

"You're damn right," he said. "Now let me hear... let us all fucking hear you beg for it."

The two pool players were standing by the bar now. With their eyes, they asked Frank's permission, and when he nodded, they reached out. Mark slipped his dripping fingers out of her pussy and slid them into her ass as James leaned in to lick the sopping wet slit. Frank kept fondling her tits, and Lou jumped up on the bar in front of her, unzipping his pants.