Desparate Bargain

You watch Rachel’s face as the full weight of her situation crashes down on her. Her lips tremble, those big doe eyes darting around the small apartment like she’s searching for an escape that doesn’t exist.

“I… I can’t do that,” she whispers, voice cracking. “Not… not all the way. Please. Not today.”

You tilt your head, smirking, and press your thigh a little firmer between her legs, making her gasp.

“Then what can you do, Rachel?” you ask, your hand sliding up from her waist to cup one of her soft breasts through the thin tank top. Her nipple is already stiff against your palm. “Because ‘I’ll try to pay’ isn’t going to cut it.”

She squirms under your touch, cheeks burning bright red. After a long, humiliating pause she finally stammers:

“Just… just my hand tonight? And you can touch me. Wherever you want. But that’s it. Please? I’ll be good. I swear. Just give me a little more time to figure something out…”

A low chuckle escapes you. The shy little college grad is already negotiating how she’s going to whore herself out to keep a roof over her head.

You squeeze her tit harder, rolling her nipple between your fingers until she lets out a soft, embarrassed whimper.

“Deal,” you say, voice thick with satisfaction. “For tonight. But you’re going to make it worth my while.”

You step back and drop heavily into one of her cheap dining chairs, spreading your legs wide. The power shift is obvious — you’re relaxed and in control, while she stands there flushed and trembling.

“Come here,” you order.

Rachel hesitates, arms instinctively moving to cover her exposed breasts, but your hard stare makes her shuffle forward between your knees.

“Pull my pants down.”

Her hands shake as she reaches for your waistband. She slowly tugs your pants and boxers down together. Your thick, rock-hard cock springs free, heavy and throbbing right in front of her face. Rachel’s eyes widen at the sight, her breath catching in her throat.

Before she can pull away, you grab both of her small, soft hands and wrap them firmly around your thick shaft.

“Stroke it,” you growl, guiding her movements. “Both hands. Nice and slow at first.”

Her face burns with humiliation as you force her to jerk you off. Her fingers feel warm and delicate around your cock, barely able to fully close around your girth. You keep your hands over hers, controlling the pace, making sure she strokes you properly from base to tip.

“Good girl,” you murmur, leaning back while one hand returns to her chest, roughly groping and slapping her perky tits. “Keep going. This is what good tenants do when they can’t pay rent.”

Rachel’s breathing is ragged, eyes glassy with shame, but she doesn’t stop stroking — her hands sliding up and down your hard cock exactly as you command.