The Reward

She got Roger some fast food for the moment. He quickly downed his chicken strips and french fries, needed thirds of fourths of tea. It was hot, Carrie thought. They got into her vehicle.

"Why are you doing this for me?" Roger asked. His voice sounded a little stronger with a meal and some liquid for his parched throat.

"You rescued me the other night. I pay back my debts. And I keep my promises," Carrie responded simply. He nodded.

"Most of the other whores don't do anything to help me. They just ignore me. It's ... hard. I haven't been with a woman in twenty years, and seeing all that ass and pussy, and not getting any ... it just makes me angry sometimes, but it's been a hard life." Carrie nodded soberly. She remember the crowbar, but pushed the thought to the side.

"I remember you were very kind when I was a child, Roger. I'm sorry you went to jail. I'm sorry about your wife and child. I'm sorry you've been homeless. You've done a good deed for me, and I'm off the street for the week anyhow. So I thought we'd spend some time together. Get you out of the heat. Maybe fix your bad luck with women streak." Roger looked Carrie up and down, those fake tits, that fake ass ...

They entered Carrie's condo. She was lucky she had a big, walk-in shower. She undid Roger's shoes and socks, undressing him slowly. He was hairy. Not a bad thing, but in this case some manscaping was required. She leaned up to unbuckle jeans, tugging them down. The underwear was stained and dirty. He had a 7.5 inch cock that was circumsized. He was already hard, understandable given his twenty years of no pussy comment. She reached up, gently stroking him, causing him to moan. She shook her head. She needed to get him washed up. She stood up, taking off his shirt, and then taking all of his clothes to the wash.

"What say we go get you a few new outfits tomorrow, hm, Roger?" Roger nodded. "Okay, now its your turn to strip me." He looked at her with big eyes, then reached down to tug off her shorts and panties, exposing her pierced clit and big ass with the "K" on one cheek. He pulled off her t-shirt and bra, exposing her big pierced 34DDs. His cock was throbbing visibly. He leaned forward, kissing her on the mouth. He tasted bad. He needed some work done, hygene-wise, but she submitted to him, kissing him back, feeling his hands on her body, squeezing her ass, and she responded in kind, playing with his cock.

"It's been twenty years," he said, his voice cracking. "I know I need the shower. But can I get some pussy first?" Carrie sighed. He still smelled terrible. He tasted terrible. But that was kind of the appeal, in some bizarre way. And he did save her.

"C'mon stud. Let's go to bed." She grabbed his cock, leading him to her king-sized bed, laying him back and climbing onto his cock. She spent a few minutes rubbing it against her slit, before sliding down on it, slowly taking more and more until her pussy had fully swallowed him. He groaned hard, and she could feel him already twitching. She started to ride him, whispering to him, urging to keep his control, kissing his neck as he fucked her.

"Mmmm, c'mon baby. You're better than most of my johns. Mmm, if you do good, I'll keep fucking you. You'd like that, hm? This hot whore and her secret boyfriend. Maybe I'll need an actual boyfriend when I'm done with ... oh fuck, cumming." She whimpered, pussy clutching at his cock, as he finally emptied his balls into her. Tons of seed settling into her belly. They immediately fell asleep in each other's arms.