A Pawn Broker

Nicole takes a big bite out of her Big Mac. She didn't love McDonald's, but she was starving from skipping breakfast and the morning fuck session with Huck. She noticed they were driving toward the fancy side of town.

"So, here's the thing, my asshole wife pawned a bunch of my baseball cards," he says.

Nicole has a difficult time swallowing her next bite of burger. She understands what Huck is hinting at but stays silent and chews.

He continues," she had no right selling those cards. They were mine, and I went to his shop yesterday and told him so. She never intended to repay him, but he didn't care." He growls and huffs. "So, I maybe got a little hot under the collar and smashed up some of his things."

Nicole swallows. "Over baseball cards? Are they like super rare?"

Huck pauses for a long moment. His hands grip his steering wheel. "They're special," he states firmly. "After I broke his display case, he threatened to call the cops. Well, that's when you came up."

Nicole releases a long sigh. "Oh honey, you didn't," she hears herself say and takes a suck on her soda straw to stop herself from saying anything else.

"Yeah, so Donny, he kinda has a reputation for a certain, uh, well, being into some kinky shit. And knowing you're free use and up for anything..."

Nicole practically spits out the soda but manages to swallow. "Consensual! I'm up for anything consensual."

Huck slams on the brakes. Nicole squeezes the soda cup in her right hand and loses the grip on the burger in her left hand. The soda spills all over her lap, and the burger flops open, landing on her stomach. "OH, MY GOD!" She squeals.

Huck laughs. "Shit, sorry, I thought I saw a free-use squirrel shaking its ass in the road." He turns to her and lifts the remaining burger patty from her stomach. "Listen up, we have a deal, and we've been over this before. I'm sick of it, so I expect you to stop faking this 'oh, I'm all about consent' bullshit. I know you, Nicole. And you want me to tell you when to fuck, how to fuck and who to fuck. Now open your fucking mouth."

Nicole, naked, covered in soda and burger grease and toppings, felt so small next to the large, aggressive man who she'd willingly let own her for two weeks. Free use. That was the deal. There's a small part of her that wants to flee. The reasonable side of her brain, but she reminds it she can't leap from his truck because she's naked. And he wasn't wrong. Part of her knew that. She wanted Huck to take her, use her, and share her. She was the one that allowed the roleplay to expand every single time she agreed over the last week. She opens her mouth. Huck stuffs the burger in, and she slowly starts to chew.

The truck is silent for a moment as Huck watches Nicole eat. After she finishes chewing, she exaggerates her swallowing and opens her mouth to show him it's all gone. "That's what I thought. Now finish the rest of your meal." She takes the top bun from her lap and starts eating it. Huck smiles.

Nicole eats the rest of the bun, as much of the lettuce shreds as she can pick up with her fingers, and the pickles. She doesn't want to meet this Donny person. She's dreading it. But what she does find herself wanting is almost worse to her. She wants Huck to pull over the truck, drag her to a secluded spot on the side of the road, throw her down in the dirt, and fuck her stupid. As she starts eating the fries out of the bag with one hand, she digs the nails of her other hand into her sticky soda thigh. She tries her best to think about work, sad thoughts about politics, her favorite tv shows - anything except Huck's gross, heavy body on top of her and that short but thick-headed cock pumping into her goon cunt.