Lily Makes an Investment

There's a knock at the door and I blink. My mind clears and emotions return, but not my own. I open the door eagerly, realizing I really need to buy something. I'm not sure what, but I know whoever is on the other side of this door will know. The door swings open and there's an elderly man standing in the hallway. A salesman, wearing a cheap suit and carrying an old briefcase. Poor guy. He can't afford much but he's still trying hard. As he turns to face me I smile happily, glad that he's being welcomed by a hot chick for a change. He isn't used to this. It gives him an air of confidence as he introduces himself.

"Hello there," he says, "my name is Bob."

"Hi Bob! Come in!" I welcome him inside. I know Becca is probably going to get pissed at me but I'm not going to stand in the way of a struggling salesman if I can help it. I feel thrilled to have Bob in my apartment. Another rejection might have ruined his day. I close the door behind him as he sets his briefcase on the living room table. "What can I do for you?"

"Actually," he says as he opens the case and rummages through it, "it's what I can do for you." He pulls out a colorful brochure and hands it over to me, beaming happily. I open it, and he begins a long pitch about a random Ponzy scheme. It's total bullshit, obviously, but I'm more than happy to listen to it, feeling growing excitement building up as I act interested and impressed. He's gonna make that sale!

"That sounds amazing Bob!" I say, and it fills me with pride to know I just lifted his self esteem with a few simple words. "How much does it cost?" He tells me the starting fee and how much I could make on my own and I nod, doing my best not to show how ridiculous it is. He really needs this sale to get his money back. I'm so fucking dumb to even consider it, I laugh inwardly. Just a dumb hot bitch. I'll be in the same boat as him in no time but fuck it, it's worth helping this poor guy out! I agree to the investment, feeling a thrill as Bob's eyes light up at the idea of earning a commission from me.

As I sign the contract I feel an immense sense of satisfaction rush over me. It's like I just won the lottery! Well, I didn't really but still. I'm going to lose it all but Bob just hit the jackpot! I feel so sexy as I go through each page, my tits bouncing slightly as I turn them. The idea that an old guy like him is robbing a slut like me blind is turning me on beyond belief! It's a very primal feeling, knowing I appear both sexy and so gullible and stupid to him. It's such a shame an old geezer like him can't enjoy young pussy like mine... It would be such a hot fantasy come true! I bet he's masturbated to stuff like that a million times... It would be so fucking hot if I just offered him my tight little body to use, wouldn't it Bob? I bite my lower lip as I look up at him, handing over the signed contract. "Is there anything else I can do for you, Bob?" I feel hope surge in me, hoping for something impossible to happen. Something really naughty! I'm so desperate for something taboo! "A blowjob, maybe?" I add, feeling incredibly turned on by my own words, sighing in satisfaction. Fuck I'm such a filthy slut! "Or maybe you'd rather fuck my big tits?" I continue, looking down at them for a second. Bob's staring at me in surprise. "Yeah Bob, fuck these huge titties!" I reach inside my T-shirt and begin to caress my tits, playing with my nipples as he watches me in disbelief. I could cum right now! "Go ahead Bob!" I beg him, "Fuck them, fuck them hard!". Suddenly, a wave of pleasure rushes through me, my back arching and toes curling as I start to orgasm. It's a small one, followed by a sense of intense shame and frustration.

Bob clears his throat, looking a little confused and embarrassed as he holds his crotch protectively. "I... I think I should be on my way now," he says nervously and starts heading for the door. The disgusting fucker just jizzed his pants... That's so gross! I can't believe he did that in front of a hot young girl like me! Oh my god! "Right, of course Bob!" I reply, pretending like nothing happened. Last thing I want is for him to linger around. The sooner I can forget what just happened, the better! I hurry to the door and open it for him, thanking him for his time. Bob thanks me back and leaves in a hurry. I watch him go down the hallway, then sigh with relief once he's gone and turn to head back inside. I never make it back in, my mind dissolving into blank nothingness, leaving me standing frozen in the hallway.

My phone buzzes a few seconds later. Then again ten minutes later. I barely register any of this as I remain completely immobile and still. My phone rings again but I have no will to answer it or care about whoever is trying to reach me. Time flows by, uncaring of my empty existence, until finally someone else shows up.