An offer worth assfucking for!

$100 to have my ass fucked. I’m getting paid to have sex; does that make me a prostitute? If so, would that make me a high end hooker or a low end call girl? The whole idea kind of makes me sick and wet at the same time. No matter what sort of whore I am I know one thing… girls that are lucky enough to be able to fuck a cock this size and not **** themselves to horses or pigs would willingly pay for such a chance. I, on the other hand am getting paid to be satisfied by this monster cock. The sad truth is though; I still can’t get over the nauseating, gut-wrenching feeling of feeling so cheap.

“Another $50 and you have yourself a deal.” I request.

Mr. Flynn pulls another $50 from his wallet, pushing it between my lips, into my mouth.

“Don’t talk Jane, just fuck.”

I bend over placing my hands against the garage, bracing myself for what I imagine will be a grueling and enduring anal fucking.

“Are you ready to take my big fucking cock deep in your bowels?!”

I only nod as his cock pushes against my ring and begins to invade my most sacred of areas. My teeth grind against each other and I feel as though I could pass out before his cock head forces its way inside me. The worst of it was over, or so they say, as his angry purple helmet popped my anal cherry and snaked its way deep into my rectum. The pain was intense but the pure taboo and openness of the situation made my pussy leak and my heart palpitate. I was a complete whore, and slut to the fucking cock Mr. Flynn was driving inside me. I dare not say a word though, as it was stuffed full with his bribe money. I just endured and accepted Mr. Flynn’s heavenly beast as was requested of me. As seconds became minutes and several had past my body became accustomed to his girth and length I started to push back against his oncoming thrust, taking more and more of his colossal cock into my shameless asshole. I continued fucking back against his cock knowing very well that I was grunting and cursing in unison with his deep penetrations.

“God Jane, I never knew you were such a little slut.” Mr. Flynn laughed as he gave one of my ass cheeks a light swat.

It was then I realized Mr. Flynn was no longer thrusting his hips, but instead I was fucking his cock into my ass as though I were possessed. I didn’t care, it felt strangely wonderful and I didn’t ever want the feeling to leave me. My legs were weak again and I knew soon I would be flooding Mr. Flynn’s drive with yet another stream of my feminine juices. Mr. Flynn must have felt it too as he pushed a finger… no, not a finger… into my pussy. I exploded and my asshole griped tightly around Mr. Flynn’s cock as my anal passage fluctuated around his impaled length.

Grabbing hold of my hips, Mr. Flynn let out a fierce growl and pushed deeper into my convulsing anus. His cock twitched, and then again. At first I didn’t feel it but then I knew for sure he had shot his load deep into my bowels. It felt like a gallon had pumped out inside of me before he withdrew, and leaned back against his car.

“You have a great fucking ass Jane.”

All you can do is purr and response as you look over your shoulder at Mr. Flynn.

“Here, take my business card… I sometimes have clientele parties… if you are interested, give me a call.”

I look at the card through blurry eyes before grabbing my thong and pulling it up. My legs are weak and my ass is sore and something is pushed up my cunt.

I pull the money from out of my mouth, thank Mr. Flynn for the amazing time and even clean his cock with my tongue before putting it back into his boxers. Then I limp home and into the shower and pull the foreign object free from within my pussy. It’s a $100 bill, and I can’t help but shudder as a small orgasm overtakes me. After washing Mr. Flynn’s generous amount of baby making juices from out of my ass I redress and make my way back out to the lemonade stand. I now had $300 dollars and it wasn’t even noon yet. This last $700 should be simple…

Money earned so far: ($300.00)