Anything He Wants

"Anything," Mary whispered.

The middle-aged fanboy smiled and squeezed her ass. "I'm sorry I didn't hear you. Could you speak up?"

Mary looked up in his eyes trying to hold back the tears from her own. "I said give me two hundred dollars, and I'll do anything you ask."

"Ok, let's head around back then," the man replied giddily.

"I'm not going anywhere until I see the money," Mary spat out with disgust.

The troll-like man let go of Mary's backside and reached into his back pocket and pulled out a DBZ wallet. He opened it up revealing several one hundred dollars bills. Mary leaned forward and reached out her hand. The man snapped the wallet shut and pulled it away from her. "Not so fast. First, you have to satisfy me. Perhaps if you're good enough, I might employ you for more services."

As Mary turned to walk out the door a sense of dread filled her. I can not afford to get pregnant. I need that Plan B. Why couldn't Akoni have paid more? Now I'm **** to do whatever this troll wants. Well not exactly I could have done less, but clearing an extra seventy-five after taking that pill will be helpful. I'm certain there will be plenty of things I really want at the con. An autograph that was just a little too much or a couple of extra pictures with celebs. I mean Charlie Cox and Melissa Benoist are both here, and I bet their stuff doesn't go cheap. This will make sure I don't have to choose between them.

The walk around to the back of the Rite-Aid was the longest of Mary's life.

Finally, they reached the back of the store. When Mary turned around the con troll had his phone out recording her. "I'm going to need you to ask me to do whatever I want to you. I don't want you crying **** afterward."

“Fine,” Mary said her voice catching in her throat. “I’ll... I'll do anything you want.”

“Really? Are you sure girl? You don't sound too convincing. Try asking again like you mean it,” The con troll taunted.

“Just shut up and let’s do this,” Mary angrily replied.

"Nope that's not going to cut it. Try again," the vile man said with agitation in his voice.

Fuck I think he's more getting off on humiliating me than he will when he has his way with me; Mary thought despairingly. "I'm so horny. Won't you please make me suck your dick with my whore mouth. Or take that big hard cock and shove it in my tight dirty pussy. I want you to make me cum my brains out."

“Well then, I guess it's time for you to earn your money, whore!” The man spat back in her face. "Why don't you start by taking those clothes off?"

Mary looked at the man with pure loathing. "Money first."

"Sure cunt," The man replied throwing a wadded up hundred dollar bill on the ground. "Half now the other half when were done."

Mary bent over to grab the money. God damn, this is humiliating. How the fuck did I go from good girl to prostitute in a matter of hours? Here I am about to have sex for money for the second time tonight. This time in a dirty back alley with a disgusting tub of lard. At least Geoffery and Akoni were hot. If {if Susan Seat = 1}Susan{else}John{endif} could see me now {if Susan Seat = 1}she{else}he{endif} would say I've turned into the textbook definition of a slut.

“Now get your clothes off,” the man barked in command.

Mary quickly stripped and stood in the back alley naked as when she came into the world. She used her arms as best she could to cover herself.

"Put your hands down," the troll demanded. "Let me see what I'm paying for.

Mary lowered her arms and stood motionlessly. The ugly man walked over and began to paw at her. "Breast could be a little bigger, and your ass is a little flatter than I like, but you do shave, so it's not all bad. Not sure if you're worth two hundred, but a deals a deal."

"Are you going to get on with it or are you just going to insult me all night?" Mary asked irritatedly.

"Whore if I want to talk down to you I'll talk down to you. If you remember the deal was for anything, I want. Now get down on your hands and knees."

“Aren’t you going to do a little foreplay first?” asked Mary

“You don’t deserve it,” the man said as he removed his pants his small flaccid cock coming into view. "Now use your mouth and get me hard."

Mary leaned forward and took the tiny prick into her mouth. It's like a gummy worm. At least I won't have to worry about him stretching me out.

"Look up at me whore," the man commanded.

Mary looked up and much to her chagrin noticed he had his phone in his hand. "Now you're going to take your mouth off me for a second and tell the camera how much you love my cock and how you can't wait for me to fuck you."

Mary spat the cock out grateful to be free from the disgusting thing in her mouth even if it meant humiliating herself. "I love the way your cock feels in my mouth." Then she pointed at the Con Troll's semi hard penis. "And thinking about this inside of me just gets me so wet."

"Fuck that was so good I nearly believed you," the man hooted in appreciation. "Now back to sucking."

Mary did as she was told. As she bobbed up and down the trolls minute pecker she tried to put herself a million miles away from what was actually happening. Two hundred dollars. It's all for the money.

Without warning the man pulled out of her mouth. Whew, I was positive he would **** me to drink his load and pretend that it tasted divine.

"Stand up, spin around, and put your hands against the wall," the man commanded.

“What are you doing?” Mary asked as she felt the man rub a cool dollop of gel against her anal opening.

He leaned in and whispered, “Anything I want” With that, the vile man lined up his penis with her ass hole and thrust.

"Fuck!" Mary screamed out. The pain was excruciating. She had never even considered anal sex. Mary had seen it in the pornos that she had watched with Susan for a laugh. Damn it to hell this feels worse than I thought it would.

The troll began to fuck her ass harder and harder. “Slut! Don’t think I don’t know why you’re here in this **** store. You fucked someone earlier, and now you're afraid you got knocked up. But that's not what make you a whore. What makes you a tramp is that with a simple blow job, you could have easily afforded Plan B. Instead you chose the most lucrative option.” The man started to fuck Mary's ass harder. “You did it because you are a gold digging whore that just loves to get fucked. And that’s exactly what you’re going to get”

Mary grimaced as the pain of her anal virginity being taken caused her to tense. She wished she could deny what he was saying. It's even worse than he says. I could have got out of this with a hand job. How did I sink so low? How did I ever rationalize letting this man do whatever he wants to me for a mere two hundred dollars?

Then to Mary's surprise the pain she had been feeling started to turn to pleasure. No! No! No! It's the only bit of dignity I have left. Hating what he's doing to me. I can't cum..... "Fuck yes!" Mary exclaimed through gritted teeth as she felt the unwanted orgasm build flow through her body.

"You just came, didn't you? I knew when I saw you that you were a cock loving whore," The man taunted. After a few more pumps the troll suddenly pulled out. "Turn around and get on your knees," he commanded.

Mary mechanically did as she was told. The sight that greeted her was her tormenter frantically stroking his small hard cock.

"Now open your mouth, and you may want to close your eyes," the masturbating perv grunted at Mary.

Oh God, he's going to give me a what's it called? A facial. Oh fuck me; Mary thought in a panic just as the first rope of jizz splashed on her face.

The Con-Troll shot rope after rope of cum until Mary's face was completely covered. The man pulled out his wallet and tossed another hundred dollar bill at her. "You certainly earned that. Best piece of ass I've ever paid for."

"By the way, your friend left you here high and dry. I'll give you a ride back to my room if you're willing to pay." The troll said as he chuckled at his own wit.