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Copyright (C) 1998,   Spangles Muldoon.  ALL Rights
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A Resident Author story from MrDouble's archive, 
File: debbi.txt from debbi.zip
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Debbi Scott
	A short story by Spangles Muldoon
	Comments? spanglesmuldoon@yahoo.com

	I dropped Doug off at work and he asked me to wait
for a minute or two while he checked on something. He
was gone several minutes before he came back to the
car. He got in and told me that he had asked for a
$500 advance on his check, and had just got it. He
hadn't mentioned it to Debbi at all, because he didn't
want to get her hopes up in case it didn't go through.
He had me take him to get the check cashed, and then
back to work. He gave me the $500 cash and asked me to
take it back to the apartment and give it to Debbi. I
knew that he wouldn't call her, because their phone
had been cut off long ago, and he had to leave for the
job site immediately anyway and wouldn't be back until
seven that evening, when I was supposed to pick him
up.

	On the drive back to the apartment, I realized three
things. First, I had left my jacket at their apartment
that morning when I picked up Doug. Second, I was
already late for work myself, and my habit at the time
dictated that if I was late, I didn't go. Third, I
knew there had to be a way to take advantage of this
situation, but I didn't know what it was. I thought
about it the entire drive back to the apartment. By
the time I got there, I didn't have a good idea.

	I had the money in my pocket out of sight when I went
to the door. I knocked, and it was a while before I
heard an answer. When I told Debbi who I was, she
opened the door and let me in. She hadn't changed
clothes from when I had seen her earlier that morning.
She was wearing a long t-shirt, and I suspected
nothing else was under it, although there might have
been some panties. I told her I had come back for my
jacket, which she got for me immediately. I started to
tell her about the money, but before I could, she
asked if I would like to have a cup of coffee. I
agreed, and followed her into the kitchen, sitting
across the table from her.

	When she got the coffee, I took a couple of sips,
even though I never drank coffee. She came to the
point quickly. She told me that they were in deep
financial trouble, and that they were about to get
evicted, both of which I knew. She said that she knew
that I made a good money, and asked if I would be
willing and able to help them financially by giving
them a loan. That was my opening.

	I told her that I would consider it, but there would
have to be a few stipulations. I told her I could let
her have $500 in cash, but it had to be on my terms.
She was interested, but curious. I told her that I
would require a signed receipt from her for the money
for my personal records. She said she had no problem
with that at all. Then came the catch. I told her that
in exchange for the money, she would have to spend the
remainder of the day, starting now and going until I
had to leave to pick up Doug, catering to my every
whim, no matter what it was. She knew full well what
that meant. She said, "I can't do that." "Okay, then,
I have to go...",  I told her as I got up and started
towards the door. "Wait...", she said, "maybe we can
discuss this further...." "There's nothing to discuss"
I said. "That is the deal. Take it or leave it." She
was silent, and I took a couple of more steps toward
the door. "Wait," she said, "Okay. I'll do it, but I
have some terms as well. The only way I'll do it is if
this is not a loan, but a gift that doesn't have to be
repaid, and that Doug never knows." "That's
agreeable," I said, "but I still want a receipt."

	I walked back to the table and told her that at 6:30
that evening, just before I had to leave to go get
Doug, she would sign the receipt for me and I would
give her the money, but not until. I didn't want her
backing out after I gave her the money. She said
"Okay, but first you have to prove to me that you have
the money. I'm not going to go through with this and
find out later that you were bluffing." "No problem.",
I said, and pulled the money out of my pocket to show
her. "Okay," she said,looking at the money, "What's
first?"

	I had already decided that this would be an
interesting day. She had no idea what all I had in
mind, but she soon would. "First," I said, "go change
into your white bikini and meet me at the pool." I
went out to the car and got my trunks, then went to
the changing room at the pool and changed into them.
When I came out, she was there waiting by the pool.
"Let's go for a swim." I said. She followed me into
the water. We went out to about mid-chest deep in the
water, and I went over to her. Using the water as a
shield, I put my hand between her legs and massaged
her pussy through her bikini bottom, eventually moving
it slightly aside so I could get a finger inside her. 

	I finger fucked her slowly, and guided her back to
the edge of the pool, pinning her between me and the
pool wall. She knew what was going to happen next. She
looked nervously around to see if anyone was in sight.
She saw no one. I pulled my trunks down and put the
elastic under my balls. I was already hard as a rock.
She lifted her legs and placed them around my hips,
and I guided my dick to her opening. I slid inside her
easily, going in to the hilt on the first thrust. She
was amazingly wet, obviously excited by being fucked
in the pool in broad daylight.

	I pulled almost all the way out of her and then slid
back in. I began to fuck her slow and easy, enjoying
the feel. She had her eyes closed, and was not making
a sound. I looked around the apartment complex and
noticed a guy walking his dog. He was about fifteen or
so, and he paused when he saw us in the pool. I
continued to fuck her. It took him a few seconds to
figure out what was going on, but he figured out
pretty quickly that I was fucking her. He watched for
a moment, then gave me a thumbs up sign and left. I
fucked her that much harder.

	Still looking around, I noticed a woman on a second
floor balcony behind Debbi. She was sitting in a lawn
chair drinking coffee and reading a paper. I guess she
felt me looking at her, and looked back. I was fucking
Debbi pretty hard now, and the water around us was
splashing pretty good. When the woman looked down,
there was no question at all from her vantage point
what was happening. It was very obvious to her that I
was fucking Debbi. I noticed the woman's mouth drop
open a little, and as soon as it did I began to shoot
my load in Debbi. I flooded her pussy, sending shot
after shot deep inside her.

	When I finished, I pulled out of her and moved back,
putting my trunks back in place as I did. As I moved
away, I noticed a couple of globs of sperm floating to
the top of the pool. Debbi rearranged her bikini
bottoms. She had not noticed the people who saw us
fucking, and I didn't mention it to her. We left the
pool and went back inside. I had even more plans for
her. Once inside, I took her bikini off and dropped it
on the floor. It was my first real look at her body.
Her tits were just big enough to have a slight amount
of sag if left unsupported. Pouty is the word, I
guess. Her pussy hair was brunette, even though her
hair was blonde. Not surprising to me at all. 

	Even though I had just fucked her once, I was ready
to go again. My dick was already hard. I went to the
couch and sat down, then motioned her over to me. When
she got close enough, I pointed to my lap, and she
instinctively knew what I wanted. She kneeled in front
of me and pulled down the waistband of my trunks,
revealing my already hard dick. She stroked it up and
down a couple of times, then lowered her head to my
lap. She started by licking it all over, including my
balls. She then moved to the head and began a swirling
motion with her tongue, something like she would have
done with an ice cream cone. 

	After a minute of that, she took the head in her
mouth and began to bob up and down on it, taking about
half of it in her mouth. She set up a steady in and
out motion, fucking my dick with her mouth. It was
exquisite, yet maddening. I wanted her to take it all,
but was enjoying her method. I started to place my
hands on her head and guide her, but I liked what she
was doing as well. I let her continue. After what
seemed to be an eternity, she slid out until only the
head was in her mouth, then after a brief pause, slid
down slowly, not stopping until every inch was in her
mouth. Once there, she started a swirling motion with
her tongue, which almost made me come instantly. It
was difficult, but I still held back.

	She redoubled her efforts, bobbing her head up and
down on my dick hard and fast, going full length with
each stroke, and keeping up the swirling action with
her tongue at the same time. Looking down at her
blonde hair as she sucked my dick was too much. I
tried to hold back and enjoy it, but it was just too
intense. My first shot went into her mouth, and when
it did, she took the full length of my dick in her
mouth and held it there, swallowing the first shot
effortlessly. She began again, and my shots continued.
She took each and every one to the best of her
ability, but it was just too much for her to take, and
it was leaking out of her mouth. She swallowed all she
could, and didn't stop until I did. Only then did she
pull off. 

	I looked down at her and saw globs of sperm on her
face where she was not able to take it all. The sight
was enough to make my dick start to get hard again.
Still, I knew that I needed a break before I could
continue. She stood up and started to get dressed.
"What are you doing?" I asked. "Getting dressed, of
course," came the reply. "Why? We are far from
finished. I want you to stay nude." "Okay," she
responded, "what next?" "For now, get me a cup of
coffee," I said, "then we can start round two."

	We spent the rest of the day fucking. I lost track of
the times and the positions, but I was well fucked out
by the time I had to leave to pick up Doug. I handed
her the receipt and had her sign it, then handed her
the money. I got dressed and headed for the door.
"Thanks," she said. "No, thank YOU!" I replied. "I'm
going to pick up Doug now."

	I had to wait about ten minutes for Doug to get off
work, and we made the usual small talk on the way back
to their apartment. I had already made an excuse about
having something to do so I didn't have to go up to
the apartment with him. He asked me if I had given
Debbi the money. "Of course," I told him, "I even had
her sign a receipt for me." I handed him one of the
copies. "You didn't have to do that," he said, "I
don't need a receipt." "That's okay," I replied, "I
did that just for me."



















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