Serial Rapist
"I have fifty here - I'll give you a lot more if you go down."
Tatana and her friend seem satisfied. Tatana shoos her friend away and looks at you under a thick layer of make-up.
"Where do you want to do this?"
You shrug and do your best to tame your dick with your legs. You stand awkwardly so that your erection isn't too prominent.
"Somewhere close" you choke out.
Tatana grabs you by the arm and half-drags you down the street a little. You glimpse back at your bike. You really don't want it to get stolen but the idea of a hand-job... its so compelling.
Tatana keeps dragging you as she pushes open a stuck door.
"Don't worry hunny. This house has been abandoned some time."
She body-slams the door closed and lets go of your sleeve. There is a stained couch and a couple rickety chairs; otherwise the room is bare.
"It's kind of dirty..." you start.
"...so is getting a hann-job from a stranger, mmhmm." Tatana replies, catching you off guard. "How about you give me that fifty bucks!"
A thousand scenarios flash through your mind. Was she going to mug you? Was there some gang waiting in the back of the abandoned house?
"Not until you give me the hand-job." You say firmly.
"Half now, half after." She insists.
"Ten now, forty after." You insist back.
"Whatever." She looks at you and you shuffle and hand her a ten dollar bill. "Well sit!"
You sit in a rickety chair, too frightened of what may have stained the couch.
Tatana unzips your fly while your erection presses painfully against your jeans' fabric. Her dark hand reaches down and pulls it into the dim light of the empty house.
"Blowjob?" You ask, greedily.
"Nuh-uh!" She says quickly, and starts jerking you.
"Please?"
"Nuh-uh!" She says again, her 15-year-old voice as firm as it can be.
You sit back and try to relax, your nerves on high. You try slowing your breathing, closing your eyes and concentrating on the girls hand on your member.
It doesn't feel any better than when you jerk yourself off though. In fact, you conclude, it doesn't feel nearly as good. She keeps making passing remarks about how long you take and starts swapping which hands she uses to give the other a break.
You aren't going to cum any time soon, and you know it. She's not very good and your nerves are way to high to just sit and enjoy it.
"Blowjob?!" You plead, looking up into her eyes as if you were in a relationship.
"No, man. I'm not touching that thing with these lips."
You try to sit back again. You wish you were getting laid for real right now. You could jerk off in your room. It makes you think.
"Tatana, I want to make you a deal." She looks extremely doubtful. "You don't have to finish me. If you stop now I'll give you the other 40 bucks and then if you lay back somewhere and show me your pussy, I'll give you another 50. I won't touch it or nothing. I just want to see one."
Her hand slows to a stop. You reach inside your pocket and give her $40.00.
She starts pulling off her pants, twisting her tight-fitting levis to each side as she pulls down. She's wearing white panties.
"You better not touch nothin' an your lucky it ain't my period cause I would still charge you."
She backs up onto the couch and slides her panties down and spreads her legs, holding them over her head.
"There, see? Gimme the fifty bucks!"
"Not yet." You shutter.
It's beautiful.
"Hold it apart for me, just a little."
"You didn't say nothing about playing with myself!", she starts to sit forward.
"Just hold it apart a bit so that I can see and I'll give you the fifty bucks." You encourage her.
Tatana takes two fingers and places them in between her vaginal lips, then makes a "V" shape with them. Her pussy looks so incredible. Somehow the beauty and detail never get across in pornos.
You lunge forward and hold her neck to the couch with one arm and force your other hand between her thighs, pushing your fingers into her.
She fights surprisingly well, considering her age and gender - and she starts to screams.
You harshly whisper, "You make any more sound and I'll kill you! I promise!"
It didn't sound like you at all.
Tatana wimpers. You slap her face and tell her to spread her legs. She complies.
You spend minutes fingerfucking her. You'd really like to see your fingers pulling at her flesh and the glistening of her liquids, but you don't trust Tatana to comply without you half-choking her.
"Here's the deal. I'm going to fuck you." She begins sobbing. "I don't mean to do this to you. I really don't. I can't help myself. You'll make it easier on both of us if you pretend to like it."
Slowly you pull your fingers out of her and slide your hand, still wet, up her shirt and to her neck.
Tatana and her friend seem satisfied. Tatana shoos her friend away and looks at you under a thick layer of make-up.
"Where do you want to do this?"
You shrug and do your best to tame your dick with your legs. You stand awkwardly so that your erection isn't too prominent.
"Somewhere close" you choke out.
Tatana grabs you by the arm and half-drags you down the street a little. You glimpse back at your bike. You really don't want it to get stolen but the idea of a hand-job... its so compelling.
Tatana keeps dragging you as she pushes open a stuck door.
"Don't worry hunny. This house has been abandoned some time."
She body-slams the door closed and lets go of your sleeve. There is a stained couch and a couple rickety chairs; otherwise the room is bare.
"It's kind of dirty..." you start.
"...so is getting a hann-job from a stranger, mmhmm." Tatana replies, catching you off guard. "How about you give me that fifty bucks!"
A thousand scenarios flash through your mind. Was she going to mug you? Was there some gang waiting in the back of the abandoned house?
"Not until you give me the hand-job." You say firmly.
"Half now, half after." She insists.
"Ten now, forty after." You insist back.
"Whatever." She looks at you and you shuffle and hand her a ten dollar bill. "Well sit!"
You sit in a rickety chair, too frightened of what may have stained the couch.
Tatana unzips your fly while your erection presses painfully against your jeans' fabric. Her dark hand reaches down and pulls it into the dim light of the empty house.
"Blowjob?" You ask, greedily.
"Nuh-uh!" She says quickly, and starts jerking you.
"Please?"
"Nuh-uh!" She says again, her 15-year-old voice as firm as it can be.
You sit back and try to relax, your nerves on high. You try slowing your breathing, closing your eyes and concentrating on the girls hand on your member.
It doesn't feel any better than when you jerk yourself off though. In fact, you conclude, it doesn't feel nearly as good. She keeps making passing remarks about how long you take and starts swapping which hands she uses to give the other a break.
You aren't going to cum any time soon, and you know it. She's not very good and your nerves are way to high to just sit and enjoy it.
"Blowjob?!" You plead, looking up into her eyes as if you were in a relationship.
"No, man. I'm not touching that thing with these lips."
You try to sit back again. You wish you were getting laid for real right now. You could jerk off in your room. It makes you think.
"Tatana, I want to make you a deal." She looks extremely doubtful. "You don't have to finish me. If you stop now I'll give you the other 40 bucks and then if you lay back somewhere and show me your pussy, I'll give you another 50. I won't touch it or nothing. I just want to see one."
Her hand slows to a stop. You reach inside your pocket and give her $40.00.
She starts pulling off her pants, twisting her tight-fitting levis to each side as she pulls down. She's wearing white panties.
"You better not touch nothin' an your lucky it ain't my period cause I would still charge you."
She backs up onto the couch and slides her panties down and spreads her legs, holding them over her head.
"There, see? Gimme the fifty bucks!"
"Not yet." You shutter.
It's beautiful.
"Hold it apart for me, just a little."
"You didn't say nothing about playing with myself!", she starts to sit forward.
"Just hold it apart a bit so that I can see and I'll give you the fifty bucks." You encourage her.
Tatana takes two fingers and places them in between her vaginal lips, then makes a "V" shape with them. Her pussy looks so incredible. Somehow the beauty and detail never get across in pornos.
You lunge forward and hold her neck to the couch with one arm and force your other hand between her thighs, pushing your fingers into her.
She fights surprisingly well, considering her age and gender - and she starts to screams.
You harshly whisper, "You make any more sound and I'll kill you! I promise!"
It didn't sound like you at all.
Tatana wimpers. You slap her face and tell her to spread her legs. She complies.
You spend minutes fingerfucking her. You'd really like to see your fingers pulling at her flesh and the glistening of her liquids, but you don't trust Tatana to comply without you half-choking her.
"Here's the deal. I'm going to fuck you." She begins sobbing. "I don't mean to do this to you. I really don't. I can't help myself. You'll make it easier on both of us if you pretend to like it."
Slowly you pull your fingers out of her and slide your hand, still wet, up her shirt and to her neck.