You want something hot and fast.

“I am looking for something quick and inexpensive.”

“Really. Well I might have a couple of things you would like. Right back over here.” He leads you down a row of vehicles that seem to get older and older as you go. As you walk along he asks, “How much do you want to spend?”

“Well I was hoping to get something under $2000, that is all the cash I have on me.”

“I see, I see. Have you thought about financing. If you have $2000 cash I am sure we could work out a payment plan for three or four times that much. We do all the financing in house, all you need is decent credit and a down payment.”

Thinking about the fact that you don't have a job or any other way to make money you answer, “Well I don't know, my daddy gave me this money to buy a car for my birthday. I don't have a job.” You lie.

“Oh I see, well lets see if you like anything we have then.” Just then you finally reach something that he points out, “Here we have a 1996 Chevy Camero, it is a bit more, but it is a nice car.”

Looking in the window of the car you see the inside of the black car is pretty nice, but the sticker on the window is $4995. “It is nice, but I don't know.” Looking around something catches your eye. A black car with neon green below the stripe in the middle of the door that protects it against door dings. The green stripe goes all around the car and across the front by the headlights of this old car that as you step closer you see is a 1992 Nissan 240sx convertible. The sticker tag says $2995, runs great, clean, air. Looking inside you see the black cloth seats have been similarly trimmed in neon green. All in all it looks pretty cool. “Ooh, how about this one?”

“Well sure that is a nice little car.” He looks at his paper, “It does have 90,000 miles but our mechanic checked it out and says it runs great. The air works, and this one sure is fast. Want to take it for a test drive?”

A cop car passes by and a tiny bit of panic strikes. “Um, no I... How about $2000 cash right now?”

He looks you over, looks over the paper and answers, “Well I would have to check with my financing manager. Let's go to the office and see if we can work something out.”

“Ok.” You answer quickly and the two of you head to the little trailer like office in the middle of the lot. He helps you up the metal steps and you notice as he follows you he can't take his eyes off of your ass. Once inside he sits you down in a leather chair and goes around a desk and picks up the phone. You listen to him talking to someone obviously in charge for a little while trying to guess if he is really trying to get them to lower the price or just acting. As he talks you can't help but notice every time you shift in the chair he tries to get a look at your tits as well. All in all you are pretty sure he would love nothing more than to fuck you. Finally he sets down the phone and you say, “So what did he say?”

“Well, he said that car has been on the lot for a little while now and there would be some wiggle room, but his friend personally put in a bunch of improvements to the car. It was a bit of a project that he didn't finish and he needs to have at least $2700 to pay for all he has done.” He smiles that car dealer smile as he says all of this as if he has said those exact words a thousand times or more. Leaning back in his chair he seems to wait for your answer. You sit there thinking, hands crossed on your chest, you reach a hand in your pockets to feel the money there trying to decide how much you are willing to part with, not knowing when you will get more. After sitting there quiet for at least five minutes his demeanor seems to relax, his shoulders slump a little and he leans forward. Rubbing his hands together he brushes back his black hair, straightens his tie, and says finally, “I don't know what it is about you.” He stands up, “I can read people pretty good. It is a skill I have worked on for years. I can tell you are running from something. I also get the odd feeling that I can do whatever I want to you with absolutely no consequence.” He stands and walks over sitting on the edge of the desk right beside you. “It is such an odd feeling, almost like you don't really exist or something. I don't know how to describe it. I think I could grab you by the neck and **** the life out of you and nobody would care a lick.” Reaching toward you as he says that.

For a second your instinct is to run. A brief panic hits you as his hand inches closer. Then for the second time today you say something you never thought you would, “What if I suck your cock?”

This stops his hand, he rubs his fingers over his lips, “$2500 and a blowjob, best I can do.” He says matter of fact like.

Such a strange day, you think as you now seem to be negotiating for yourself as if you were currency. But as there is an offer on the table you decide to counter, “$2200 and I will let you fuck me up the ass after I suck your cock. But you can't ever tell anyone that it happened or even if I was ever here.”

He looks over your sexy body, then simply opens his pants and pulls out his roughly 7” cock. “Sounds like a deal to me.” Without a word you lean forward and take the tip of his cock into your lips. He lets out a little sigh as you suck his meat into your mouth. Then he sets his hands on your head and pushes down forcing it deeper. You **** a little on the salty snack as it hits the back of your throat, and you take his shaft in your hand. Reaching into the folds of his pants you take his balls in your hand and squeeze them softly. He rewards your efforts with a few salty drips of cum that drip on your tongue. Gripping your head hard he pushes slowly causing you to gag more and more, the tip of your tongue sticking out of your mouth. Finally the gagging stops and with a gulp you feel the lump that is his cock work it's way into your throat. The hair of his sack tickles your chin as his member is fully down inside of you. Bobbing back he releases your head, “So good.” He says breathing heavy. “I think I better start working on that ass of yours.”

You let his cock slip from your mouth and drop first your sweatshirt, then pull off your tank top and set them neatly on the desk. He takes your tits in his mouth and suckles them for a few moments running his hands over your body. Just before his hands reach down your panties you take his wrists in your hands and turn around. “No way, you aren't getting me pregnant.” You say licking his chin, then turn around and put your hands on the desk.

“No problem.” He says reaching up the back of your skirt and cupping your ass in his hands You let out a little moan as he hooks his thumb in the back string of your panties and spreading your ass cheeks. “Nice.” Leaning forward he nibbles a bit on your cheek as you arch your back and present longingly for him to mount you. Playing with your magnificent breasts, squeezing the soft flesh of your ample mounds as you lean forward on the desk. Moaning as his thumb probes your hole. “So soft. Your skin is mesmerizing. Hooking the fabric of your panties he pulls it aside, but doesn't pull them off. His meat pushes against your hole and you hear him hawk up a blob of spit that lands hot and wet right in the center of your hole, then vanishes into your depths as your hole gasps open then shut again. Pulling at your cheeks he says, “Here hold this for me would you.” Reaching back you grab your ass cheeks with your hands and pull. The effect isn't all that much but your rosebud opens just a bit and he pushes forward driving his moist cock into you. You grunt as the head slips in. He pauses and your hands release to drop down to the edge of the desk so your legs don't bang against it.

“Easy.” You say then hold your breath. He drives forward slowly as a couple of inches vanish into your warm body, then he stops. Inside of yourself you can feel something giving slowly to the intrusion, then a dam breaches and the head slips forward a tiny bit before pausing again. “Why did you?” Is all you get out as he then suddenly just slams forward and buries his entire cock into you. “Oh my.” You gasp as his body slaps yours. Then he draws back and begins fucking faster and faster, grunting louder and louder. “Oh fuck. That is so good.” You say between panting breaths and are soon bucking back into him with each thrust matching his **** with yours. Your own cock is so hard it has long since flopped out of your twisted g string so you take it in one of your slender hands and begin stroking it faster and faster.

He must have noticed the familiar motion or slapping sound as he says, “Pregnant my ass.” But he doesn't let up and instead fucks harder and faster holding your hips. “Oh, you are so good.” He bellows finally and leans forward lying on your back and takes your breast in one hand, reaching up so you can suck a finger with the other. Your cock spasms and a load blasts his desk as his body shakes as he deposits three blasting waves of cum into your hole. Spent he pulls back and sits down on the chair. Turning, cock in hand you let go of your dripping shaft and drop down to slurp his into your mouth. You can feel it softening in your mouth as you suck him off amazed at just how delicious his cock is after being up your own ass. He looks down as you look up and your eyes meet, “Looks like you got yourself a car.” He sits there panting for a few seconds before adding, “Give me a moment and we can fill out the paperwork.”

Wiping off your wet cock and ass with a towel you find in the other room as you strut through the office area, he is content to sit there and watch you walk. Satisfied that you won't mess yourself, you tuck your cock back in under the leather thong, adjust the skirt, and walk back over and plop down on his chair behind the desk. “Where do I sign?”

Staring at your glorious big tits he smiles, stands up and walks over to give your tit one final suck. Then he drops down and pulls out some forms and sets them in front of you. “Lets do this then.” The two of you then spend the better part of an hour filling everything out before you hand him the cash, he hands you the keys and title, and you pick up your shirt.