Yes

Abbey’s heart was in her throat as she asked, “How much of a discount?”

He looked her up and down as he parted his robe to show his engorged cock. It was big, and a shining drip of precum sat at the tip. His balls were heavy set and hung low under his shaft. Abbey licked her lips.

“Eight per cent,” he said as he stepped closer to her.

Abbey panted as her hand reached down to his shaft. She wrapped her pale fingers around it and stroked it softly. “Twelve,” she replied.

He moaned lightly as his hands went to her shoulder and lightly pushed her down. “Ten, if you take all three.”

Abbey knelt and whispered, “Deal,” moments before she took his cock head in her mouth.

Abbey moaned as she sucked on his cockhead. Her head was awash with arousal, lust. She didn’t even know his name. She came here to buy a costume to have some race play with her husband. And now she was essentially naked, kneeling on the floor sucking a strangers cock for a ten per cent discount.

She bobbed as she moaned and heard him moan back, “Yes, Baqarat, that’s right.”

He ran his hands through her hair as she delved deeper, her forehead pressing against his fat tummy, and his moaned grew in volume. Suddenly she was concerned about getting caught, but that just made her more excited.

She stood up and turned around, “Fuck me, please,” she begged.

He smiled and wasted no time in pulling her to him. He reached down and raised on the leg as he lined up with her wet slit and pushed slowly forward. “So Baqarat,” he moaned as she shuddered on his thick cock. “Do you like Aram’s cock.”

Abbey moaned and nodded, “You have such a nice cock. Please fuck me more.” He pulled her back into him and reached up to grab her breasts through the chainmail top. The links lightly biting into her tender flesh. “Oh God,” she moaned.

Aram laughed, “You came here to play at being an Arab woman for your husband to fuck, yes?”

She nodded, “Yes.”

“Now you are a white Baqarat being fucked by an Arab man. What would your husband think?” he asked.

Abbey ground her arse back into him, relishing the feel of his heavy balls as they slapped against her. “He would think I’m a slut and beg me to do more,” she said.

Aram moaned, “So your husband want’s you to be a slut?” Abbey screamed in agreement. “Then I guess I should not give you any discount. I should make you spend all your husband’s money to have the honour of being fucked by me.”

Abbey shuddered, “Oh God. You’re going to welch on the deal?” she asked as the mere idea of being used and cheated turned her on.

“No, new deal,” he said, slowing down. “You get to take all three items, and you owe me the whole amount. If you have not paid me by tomorrow morning, you get interest. You come to my tea club, and you get a discount on interest.”

Abbey moaned. “So I pay you now the full price, or you start fucking me to hold the interest off?”

He nodded and leant into her holding her tight against him. “I suspect you have the money to pay the whole amount now?” Abbey nodded as she shuddered on his cock. “I also suspect you will choose to not pay today?” Abbey felt herself tip over the edge and came on Aram’s cock as he taunted her. “So, I will see you next Wednesday for my tea club?”

“How much interest would I owe by then?” she panted.

He smiled; he knew he had her, “3% per day, half interest off each time you come to the tea club. You will need to find a way to pay back the rest in money or service.”

Abbey shuddered again as she turned her head. “Make it five. She negotiated her interest up.”

Aram shuddered before pushing her forward face-first onto the couch. “You have a deal, Baqarat. Five per cent per day interest. Half off when you come to the club. The rest you will need to negotiate with club members.” He told her as he pinned her against the back of the couch to start fucking her in earnest.

“And if I wanted more clothes?” she asked him.

He moaned, “Adds to your tab and interest rate.” He was sweating and panting as he told her the terms.