Your Money Or Your Mouth: Part 3
by Stormbringer


Potter followed the fire marshal up the stairs. It was time for the
yearly inspections and the marshal was checking the tags on the fire
extinguishers to see if hey had been serviced properly. They checked the
last extinguisher on the top floor and the fire man filled out his form
and headed back downstairs for his next stop. 

Potter noticed that the door to the roof was cracked open and curious,
he peeked out. Heather had spread out a blanket on the flat roof and was
trying to get some sun. He didn't think she was going to be all that
successful, because she was wearing jeans and a long sleeve blouse. She
had rolled the sleeves up on the blouse and she had tied her blouse in a
knot to expose her belly. He shook his head and returned to his comic
books. 

Monday, blow job day. Heather entered his apartment and walked over to
his chair. This would be the third time she had sucked him off. Potter
had even quit jacking off in anticipation. He knew the shy bitch would
be swallowing a lot of sperm today. 

"Do you want me nude again?" she asked. 

"Why don't you put this on," he said handing her a package. 

Heather looked surprised at the gift. "It's not my birthday for another
month," she said opening it up. 

Potter watched her stare at the little bikini in the box. "I saw you
sunbathing last week and I thought you could use proper attire." 

"It doesn't look very big." 

"That's the idea behind a bikini," he said. "Go try it on." He watched
her take the bikini to the bathroom. He stripped down to his boxer
shorts, Batman this time, and shrugging he slid them off and sat down in
his chair. 

"I can't wear this," called Heather from the bathroom. 

"Then take it off and you can blow me nude again." 

That made up Heather's mind apparently for she stepped out into the room
wearing the bikini. His breath sucked in sharply when he saw her and his
cock, which had been dangling over the edge of the chair, immediately
fattened up and began to rise. She had an expression on her face of
surprise at the reaction her bikini had on his cock. Potter knew that
she was slowly becoming addicted to sucking him off. 

Potter whistled loudly. He had guessed wrong at her size and the bikini
was too small. It was light blue and the fabric was stretched out so
much, that her large aureola were visible and her nipples stuck out
proudly. He motioned for her to turn around and she obeyed. The material
on her panties barely covered her ass crack, just a little bigger then a
thong.

"You look damn sexy in that bikini bitch," he said. "Now get over here
and suck my cock. You know what to do." 

Heather nodded. She did know what to do. She could hear her stomach
growling in anticipation.
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The next day, Heather could still taste sperm in her mouth. The old man
had cum enough to fill a bucket. She looked at herself in the bathroom
mirror. She really did look kind of sexy in the bikini. She grabbed her
jeans and pulled them on over the bottoms and she was reaching for her
sweatshirt when she paused. Why bother, I'm only going upstairs, she
thought. 
Heather grabbed her blanket and headed for the roof. She had never worn
something so revealing in public before and she felt her nipples go hard
the minute she stepped outside her door. Heather passed a middle aged
couple on the stairs and felt a thrill go through her body when the
man's jaw just about hit the floor. The woman angrily pulled her husband
after her. Men all seemed to have a favorable reaction to her looks and
Heather found herself wondering if all the mean things her mother had
said to her were true or not. 

Potter came out on the roof to talk for a couple minutes. It took every
ounce of her will not to cover up when she saw him, but then, he had
already seen her nude. He seemed pleased that she was wearing the bikini
he had given her and it made her happy to know that he was pleased with
her. 

The next day, Heather only had a half day of classes. Her drain was
clogged and she had called Potter to come fix it. She was wearing the
bikini around her house, because she couldn't afford to pay for air
conditioning. Her 
body was covered in sweat making her sking glisten, when she opened the
door and let Potter in. 

Even Mr. Potter seemed shocked when he saw what she was wearing. Heather
decided that having men ogle her wasn't such a bad thing after all. 

Potter crawled under her sink and began banging around on the pipes. He
asked for a wrench and she dropped to her knees and reached along his
chest, handing him the tool. 
Heather noticed the outline of his magnificent cock underneath his
jeans. Her stomach rumbled. She wanted to see it again. Heather's hand
reached out and gently caressed the bulge in his jeans. He jumped a
little at her touch, but kept working. His cock was growing. It looked
like a snake was crawling under his jeans, towards his knee. She
unbuttoned his jeans and slowly pulled the zipper down. He raised his
hips so that she could pull his jeans down. His cock was sticking out of
his boxer shorts and she caressed it again. She yanked his boxers down
and took his cock in her hand. It was throbbing like it was gasping for
air after being trapped underneath all those clothes. This thing should
never be covered up, she thought, as she bent forward to kiss it.
Heather took the fat head into her mouth and teased it with her tongue
before she began to swallow. Her throat was getting used to being
invaded by his foot long cock and it was getting easier every time. 

Pottter had trouble concentrating, but he managed to fix her pipes. He
pulled himself out from under the sink and stood up. Heather never once
took her lips of his cock while he did so. He let her blow him while he
stood there. He liked having such a beautiful thing kneeling before him
with his cock sliding in and out of her mouth. He got tired of standing
and pulled a kitchen chair over to sit down on. "This doesn't count
towards your rent bitch," he said roughly. 
Heather just nodded and continued to suck him off. 

Potter wanted to see her tits again and he leaned forward and untied her
top. He was surprised that she didn't protest and he leaned forward and
gently caressed her nipples.

Fortyfive minutes later, her belly full of sperm, Heather sat back
contented. 

"Thanks bitch. That was a nice surprise. Why did you do it," said
Potter. Now was his chance, he thought. It had been several years since
he had tasted any pussy and a generation since he had tasted pussy as
young as hers. 

"I d-don't know," she answered confused. "I wanted to do it. I like
sucking your cock." 

"Why you little slut," he said delighted. "I guess I owe you for that
one. It's time I repaid you."

"I don't want any money," she said misunderstanding him.

"Not with money, with my mouth."

"What do you mean?" she asked.

"Trust me," he said grabbing her hand and leading her over to the couch.
Potter positioned her before the couch and he swiftly bent down and
yanked down her bikini bottoms, leaving her naked. Heather yelped in
surprise. 
"Mr Potter, stop," she cried, but he pushed her down and kneeled between
her legs, spreading them apart. "What are you....oh my god." His tongue
had just licked up her labia and flickered across her clit. 

Heather had never felt such pleasure in her life. Sex with Jack didn't
even come close to feeling as good as this talented old man's tongue
did. Three minutes and seven seconds after he started licking her pussy,
Heather had the first orgasm of her life with a man fortytwo years her
senior.. 

The blood rushed to her head and she screamed with pleasure. The old
woman next door pounded on the wall, yelling, "Keep it down you slut."
Heather now understood why so many woman made such a big deal about sex. 

Heather's biggest shock came when Potter didn't stop licking her vagina.
She looked down between her large breasts at his bald head buried
between her legs. Her belly was undulating and her hips were rising to
meet the thrusts of his tongue. She thought that his baldness wasn't
really that ugly, it actually made him look virile. 

"You like having your pussy eaten, don't you slut?" he asked, before
returning to teasing her clit with his tongue. 

"God yes," she moaned feeling another orgasm approaching. "I love it.
Eat my pussy." 

Potter's cock was hard again. He knew he could probably fuck her, but he
wanted to wait until she asked for it. He started jacking off as she
screamed in the throws of a second orgasm. 
Heather was starting to think she would die from the pleasure. She felt
is finger pushing at her pussy and parted her legs to let it in. He
continued licking along her clit as his finger slowly pushed into her
pussy, where only Jack's penis had ever been before. Unlike Jack's limp
little penis, Potter's finger knew what it was doing. She had a third
orgasm as it began rubbing along a little knob deep in her body. The
blood rushed in her ears and she barely heard herself begging him to
stop, but he didn't and she came again. 

The slut was writhing around in ecstasy as he fingered her. Potter's
tongue was getting tired and he was close to cumming. His other hand was
busy fingering her and he pulled it back and slid two finger's in. He
looked up her gorgeous body towards her face. She was staring at him in
awe, her eyes wide, her mouth was open and seemed to be saying, "No."
Then her eyes rolled up into the back of her head and she screamed
again. Her hips leapt up pushing his fingers in deeper and her pussy
into his mouth as the biggest orgasm yet hit her.

Potter felt her pussy balloon around his fingers and his face got soaked
as she came. He pulled up and stood between her legs stroking his foot
long cock rapidly. "uurgh," he grunted as he came. 

Heather opened her eyes in time to see his massive cock spit out a large
wad of cum onto her right nipple and then another onto her belly. A
couple more strands erupted from the head covering her nude body. When
he was done cumming, he leaned forward, so that his cock was in her face
and Heather instinctively kissed it, then cleaned off the head with her
tongue. 
Heather watched Potter quickly get dressed and then without a word, he
left. She felt a big wad of sperm slide into her belly button and she
scooped it out with her finger, licking it clean.

Heather laid down in bed early that night exhausted, but thoroughly
content. Her pussy was a little sore and felt sensitive. She had trouble
falling asleep as she kept thinking about old Mr. Potter eating out her
pussy earlier that day. 

Heather didn't know what was happening to her. She was changing and she
thought it was for the better. Since paying off her landlord with a blow
job, she was even starting to think differently. She now thought of her
vagina as her pussy and Potter's penis as a cock. Jack's she still
thought of as a penis, somehow the little thing didn't deserve to be
called a cock. 

Heather was also slowly starting to feel comfortable with her body. Her
mother constantly belittled her looks and Heather suddenly realized that
her mother was jealous. She was like the evil queen in Snow White, whose
daughter had usurped her as, "the fairest of them all." Anyway, men
surely didn't think she looked bad. 

Two days later, Heather had one of her long days. Nine hours of classes
and five hours at the diner. She was horny and she squirmed in her seat
all day. Her pussy had recovered from being eaten two days before and
now it wanted more. She showered after work and laid down in bed. She
knew she would have trouble sleeping again that night. 

She had barely been in bed a couple minutes, when there was a knock on
the door and Jack let himself in. 

"Heather," he called, "are you awake?" 

"Yeah Jack," she called back. 

He came into her bedroom and turned on the light. He smiled at her and
started stripping. 
"Jack, I'm not really in the mood," she told him, thinking why bother. 

Jack stopped taking off his shirt and said, "Damn it Heather, your never
in the mood." 

"I'm sorry, but its been a long day and I'm tired." 
"Come on bitch, you can't leave me hanging like this," he said. "At
least suck me off again." 

First Potter, now Jack. She wasn't a bitch. Why did they keep calling
her that? "Ok," she said feeling guilty and pushing back the covers. 

Jack was surprised that she agreed. She hadn't expressed interest in
sucking him off again, since the first time she had done it several
weeks ago. He was even more surprised to see that she was sleeping naked
and she was getting out of bed nude with the light still on. 
"Heather, when did you start sleeping nude?" 

Heather looked down at her body. She hadn't even realised it. "I don't
know, I guess I was just too tired to throw something on." She watched
Jack pull down his pants. His little penis was the hardest she'd ever
seen it as he stared at her nude body. Yeah, she definitely wasn't ugly.
It was her mom they should be calling a bitch.

She kneeled before Jack and smiled up at him. He looked so arrogant
looking down at her as he stood there. He shouldn't feel arrogant, he
should be embarrassed about his little appendage. 

Heather leaned forward and took his tiny penis in her mouth. The head
barely touched her throat as she easily deep throated him. 

"God your lips look good wrapped around my big cock," he said. 

The only thing big about you is your ego, she thought. Heather hadn't
even gotten started when she felt it jerk in her mouth. His penis
dribbled out a couple drops of sperm, barely enough to whet her
appetite. His knees were shaking and he yanked his penis out of her
mouth as if he couldn't take having it touched any more. 

"That felt so good, baby," he murmured, catching his breath. 

Heather stood up and sat on the bed. He was smiling at her, but he also
looked like he was half asleep. She spread her legs and said, "Now it's
your turn. Come do me." She waited expectantly, but the look on his face
said it all. The thought disgusted him. 

"No way am I going to put my mouth down there," said Jack. 

Heather felt the tears start to roll down her eyes. "Then I don't want
to see you over here ever again." This man didn't care about her needs
at all. He only cared about blowing his load, as small as it was. This
was the man whom she had given her virginity, whom she had thought she
loved. 

"B-but Heather, I...," Jack stuttered, shocked. 

"Just get out," she screamed, standing and pushing him towards the door. 

Jack grabbed his clothes and left as she slammed the door in his face
and chain locked it. 

Heather laid back down in bed, crying. Her stomach rumbled and she was
still horny. 

Potter opened his door and he wasn't surprised to see Heather standing
there. He had watched her boyfriend storm out a few minutes ago. She had
thrown on a pair of sweats and was barefoot. "Why Heather," he said
trying to act surprised. "Come in. What brings you down here?" 

"P-please Mr. Potter," she stuttered, "I need to cum. Please eat my
pussy again." 

"Worthless boyfriend won't do it huh. Well I'd be happy to." 

Heather learned how to sixtynine that night. She liked it, but found her
orgasms distracted her from the big, beautiful cock in her mouth.


  
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