index


Message-ID: <57507asstr$1207462202@assm.asstr-mirror.org>
Mime-Version: 1.0
From: Bud Red <redbud@inbox.com>
Content-Transfer-Encoding: quoted-printable
Subject: {ASSM} Quickie - Money - by Redbud
Lines: 269
Date: Sun, 06 Apr 2008 02:10:02 -0400
Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail
Approved: <assm@asstr-mirror.org>
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories
Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d

	Quickie - Money - by Redbud

(Forgive my mistakes. Subject to brief revisions. Check for any
changes on my author's page, if curious.)

	Janine stepped pointedly out of the kitchen. To hell with all of
them, she fumed.
	She flopped herself down in the livingroom, next to her
stepbrother, Pos, but not too close. She pushed a pillow out of
her way. He was watching ESPN, just like always. He didn't even
notice her. His arms were crossed, his legs stretched out in
front of him and crossed at the ankles, and he didn't so much as
glance at her.
	"What's the matter, Jani, nobody throwin' you a bone?"
	"Fuck you, Pos," she answered flatly and glared at the TV.
	"Maybe if you wagged your tail more."
	"You know..." she glared at  Pos again. "Like you do anything at
all. You just sit and watch TV... whenever. Like I actually want
to go out and talk to 'human beings'. "
	"And that makes me..."
	"Less than," she answered.
	"So... why don't you go out and find your own kind."
	"I'm out of money."
	"Spend it accessorizing at the check out?"
	"Fuck you." Janine crossed her arms, glaring at ESPN.
	Voices drifted through the hallway from the kitchen and
sometimes laughter. "God damn, this is boring, Pos," Janine
finally blurted.
	"What can I do to save you from this purgatory?"
	"This what?"
	"How can I get you out of here."
	"Give me some money," she blurted. "I'll pay you back."
	Pos laughed. "You and what piggy bank? Get a job, Janine. Have
you ever worked for anything in your life?"
	"30 bucks," Janine leaned toward him. "I swear to God, I'll pay
you back tomorrow."
	"30 bucks?" Pos laughed. "Get a job."
	"What job? Where?" Janine shot back. "In this fucking excuse for
a town?"
	"Golly Jani," Pos answered sarcastically, glancing at the slim
girl. "I guess you'll just have to fall back on something besides
brains."
	"Pervert," she glared. "You know... you think I haven't noticed
you lookin' at me."
	"Yeah Jani," Pos returned, "you think there's 'any' man hasn't
'noticed' the way you wag your butt around here. I'm not giving
you a nickel."
	Janine glared at her feet, glanced at the couch, then uttered an
expletive. She stood, brushed crumbs from Potato Chips off her
tight white jeans and bent over. Pos noticed. She was brushing
crumbs from her shins. She stopped, saw Pos eyeing her. She
didn't stand. She stayed the way she was, bent over. Their eyes
locked. They said nothing for a moment. Blood rushing to both
their faces.
	"I'll give you 30 bucks."
	Janine stood, her back and ass still toward him. She swivelled
on her hips. "Fuck. You."
	"I'll give you 60 bucks."
	Janine said nothing, her breath deepening and uneven at the same
moment, nervous.
	"It's a job," Pos said, meeting her glare.
	She still said nothing. The sound of laughter from the kitchen
made her glance nervously toward the hallway. "80 bucks," she
finally said, half choking on the words.
	"120," Pos shot back, openly gazing at her hips and breasts.
"Twice. You're good for it."
	Janine turned, facing him, her hands nervously fluttering at her
hips. "You think?
	"You're stalling," Pos was already feeling his crotch.
	"OK..." she answered, almost a whisper. "When?"
	Pos laughed again. "When? Right now! You gotta' work for it! I'm
not a fucking credit card."
	"Now?" Janine rolled her eyes, glancing toward the hallway.
"Where?"
	Pos stood and approached the young woman. Janine stood her
ground, nervously shifting her weight from one high heel to the
other. She gasped when his large hand cupped her sex. Her hips
followed her hand as he gently moved back and forth between her
thighs. He tried to kiss her but she turned her lips away. He
hesitated, then licked her cheek. "I've been wantin' to do this
for such a long time." He peered at the hallway then turned his
gaze to her breasts and the nipples, already poking behind her
black blouse. "In your room," he growled.
	"What if they're lookin' for me?"
	"What the fuck?" he answered. "Tell them to leave you alone;
you're on my cock."
	"Lock the door," she shot back.
	"Get in the room," he growled at the girl.
	She went. He followed, staring at her hips and ass. He closed
the door behind them, locked it. Janine's stomach fluttered.
There was only one reason to lock a door with a man in the room.
She could still change her mind.
	"Get on your knees," he said.
	"Show me the money," she answered, her voice quavering with a
mix of fear and something else.
	Pos dug into his wallet and tossed the money on her mattress. He
looked around the room. A teddy bear was on her pillow and some
of her favorite stuffed animals were collected on the shelf above
her bed. Posters filled the wall and her computer was humming on
a small pink desk. A mirror was on the door out of the bedroom
with pictures of herself, her friends and boyfriends. They were
interspersed with paper flowers and comments from her friends.
"You know," Pos began unbuckling his belt, "you're too old for
all this shit."
	"What do you know about me?"
	"Get on your knees."
	Janine hesitated, inhaled, started to speak, then glanced at the
money. He had paid for her. Something in her body reacted to the
thought - to being bought. She was wet. She glared at him but
slowly fell to her knees.
	"Good girl," he released his cock.
	She didn't speak. She felt lightheaded.
	Pos stepped forward. Janine's lips parted. "Good," he muttered.
He traced the tip of his cock around her lips. She wet them with
her lips and gazed up at him. "I know exactly what I need to know
about you," he pushed his cock into her mouth. "You don't have
twelve year old lips anymore. You got the cock-sucking lips of a
woman. You got the hips and ass of a woman." He breathed deeply
as she sucked on his cock, her lips kissing and opening around
the head of his cock. " I've wanted to see you like this for such
a long time. This is right where you belong. This is what your
mouth was made for."
	She glanced at the money again, then gazed up at him.
	"Lift up your shirt," he said. "I want to see your tits when
you're sucking me."
	She lifted up her shirt and her young breasts were swollen with
their tits stiffly upward. His cock was big, bigger than her
boyfriend's, maybe not longer but wider at the head.
	"That's it," he gasped. "That's your proper place." He pushed
her down, by her shoulders, until his cock slipped out of her
mouth and she was sitting on her feet. "God damn. You almost blew
me," he gasped. "Now I'm gonna' show you the only other position
you need to know - what god and nature made you for. Turn
around," he growled. "Pull your jeans down." His heart was
racing. He was masturbating his  straining cock.
	"You talk to all your girlfriends like this?" she answered as
she turned around.
	"Fuck off," he answered. "You're not my girlfriend. I'm paying
for your ass. I own it. Pull your little size-zero skin-tights
down. Then get on your hands and knees. And don't turn around or
look at me. I'm just interested in your ass - your ass and your
pussy."
	Janine unbuckled her belt. Her breathing was shallow and her
nipples ached. She shimmied her hips left, then right as she
pushed down her pants down.
	"That's far enough," Pos breathed.
	Her jeans were just below her ass.  She lowered herself to the
floor onto her hands and knees.
	"Closer to the door," he said. "Crawl, like a dog."
	She did.
	"That's the only other position you need to know," he said. "You
know what's going to happen?"
	"Yeah..." she answered, her voice strained.
	"What?"
	"You're gonna'..."
	"Gonna' what?" he asked, kneeling behind her.
	"Fuck me," she breathed.
	"Why?"
	"Jesus Pos, just...'
	"Shut the fuck up," Pos snarled.  He traced a finger along her
pussy. "I'm fuckin' payin' you 120 dollars so I don't have to
masturbate tonight, so I got something to cum in besides my hand.
Stick your ass up. That's it -  like a woman that needs to be
fucked,  and answer my question. Why am I going to fuck you
little step-sister?"
	"Don't... don't call me that." She shuddered at the feeling of
his finger.
	"Answer the question..."
	"Cause you paid me," she answered.
	"How much is your tight little ass worth?" he asked. She wanted
to see his cock again. She wanted to look at him. She felt his a
hand on her hip.
	"120 dollars," she answered, her voice quavering. "Huhn!" She
grunted aloud. He was big. Bigger than she had expected inside
her! She hadn't wanted to give him the satisfaction of hearing
her whimper with his penetration. She felt the lips of her sex
drawn in by the size of him, just the head of him. She whined,
despite herself, when the flared head of him finally sunk past
her lips. Jesus, he felt good.
	"Say it again!" he groaned.
	"120 bucks," she whined and exhaled with the fullness of his
cock.
	Both his hands were on her hips now. She felt him draw back,
felt the lips of her sex open up as if in anticipation, and then
he thrust, sinking the rest of the way into her narrow waist.
"Uhhnnn!" she groaned. "God!"
	Then he was thrusting. She wanted to open her legs, to somehow
take the size of him. But she couldn't. Her legs were kept tight
by the pants snugged around her thighs. Fuck, he knew this would
happen! His knees were on either side, outside of hers.  He was
fucking her! "Uh! Uh!"
	Christ! Someone was knocking at the door. Pos wasn't stopping!
"Yeah?" she answered, gutturally.
	"Jani?" It was her Dad.
	"What?" she asked. O fuck, he was hitting her cervix! He was
watching her in the door mirror, watching her face, her tits as
they bounced under her.
	"Are you OK?"
	"Yeah," she answered, the word almost knocked out of her. "What?
What... what is it?"
	"Have you seen Pos?"
	"No!" The word came out as a grunt.
	The doorknob rattled. Jani meant to stand up but Pos grabbed her
hair and yanked back, bending her slender back into a submissive
arch, opening her belly fully to his thrusts. O fuck, she was
going to cum!
	"Jani?" Her Dad again. "Are you OK?"
	"Jesus Dad," she almost screamed. "It's a woman thing, can you
give me some privacy?"
	"OK... ok..."
	And then she came, pulsing on his cock. Pos held her, feeling
her cunt alternately squeeze and release him, doing her woman
thing to his penetration. Her fingers dug into the carpet. She
was staring blankly at the ceiling as he held her head back, as
she twitched. Her vision dimmed. O God! She couldn't stop
cumming. Her breathing was ragged, hoarse. And then, at last, her
spasms slowed. He began thrusting again, hard and faster this
time. "God, I've wanted this. I've been dreaming of your ass just
like this, your beautiful little back all arched and copulative.
You're too old for anything else."
	And then he came. Her step-brother, the man who she almost
despised, was spurting his juices into her belly. 120 dollars. O
fuck, God, she was cumming again! The bastard. Don't stop! He
felt so good. She was dripping down her thighs and into her
panties - a fucked and soaked woman. It felt so good. Why didn't
he stop squirting. Jesus, she was overflowing. And then, finally,
he was done juicing her pussy. He let go of her hair and she fell
forward, her ass in the air, her thighs still tightly closed by
her soaked panties and pants. She felt Pos's cock slowly slip out
of her. He fell backward, sitting against the bottom of the bed.
"Fuck..." he breathed.
	She turned, pulling up her panties. She felt her pussy through
them, as if making sure it was still there. She was catching her
breath.
	"Why are you crying?" Pos asked, catching his own breath.
	Janine leaned forward and slapped him. He didn't stop her. She
slapped him again. He felt his jaw than reached behind him.
"Here's a teddy bear."
	Janine caught the bear.
	She put it down and leaned forward, over it, and kissed him,
hard. He kissed her in return. He put his hand at the back of her
neck and didn't let her go until both of them were breathless.
	"I've never..." Janine gasped. "I've never cum before, having
sex."
	Pos put his thumb against her bottom lip, then gently palmed her
cheek. "I shouldn't have done that."
	Janine laughed - a quick and short laugh. "No," she moved
forward, pushing her jeans off. She opened her legs, her knees to
either side of his legs, and kneed forward until her soaked
panties were over his hardening cock. She pushed her panties to
one side and opened her glistening sex with two fingers. "Again,"
she whispered. "Put it in me."
	He reached for her tit. She slapped him.
	"Pay me!" she hissed.
	"Bitch!" he felt his cheek.
	"Please," she leaned forward and licked his hand and cheek.
"Please, pay me. Please. I'm for sale..."
	Pos understood. Finally. He understood.
	He licked her neck in return. "I own you," he growled.
	"Only you," she answered, tweaking her nipples as she swivelled
her opening above his rigid cock. "Just you, Pos."
	Pos dug awkwardly into his back pocket and opened his wallet. He
stuffed three twenties into her panties. "Don't you have to go
out?" he asked.
	"Huhn!" she impaled herself on his cock.

------- ASSM Moderation System Notice--------
This post has been reformatted by the ASSM
Moderation Team due to inadequate formatting.

-- 
Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights
reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated.
+---------------------------------------------------------------------------+
| alt.sex.stories.moderated ------ send stories to: <ckought69@hotmail.com>|
| FAQ: <http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/faq.html> Moderators: <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> |
+---------------------------------------------------------------------------+
|ASSM Archive at <http://assm.asstr-mirror.org>   Hosted by <http://www.asstr-mirror.org> |
|Discuss this story and others in alt.sex.stories.d; look for subject {ASSD}|
+---------------------------------------------------------------------------+