Your Money Or Your Mouth: Part 4 
by Stormbringer

A month later, Potter let himself into Heather's apartment to check on
her pipes. It was like a furnace in her place. He turned the air
conditioner on to cool the room. Heather was stopping by his place three
times a week now for oral sex and he figured that was payment enough. He
could cover the electric bill for her. 

She was addicted to sucking his cock now and she was also hooked on
having her pussy eaten. She said it relaxed her, that it helped her
sleep, and she liked to cum after a hard days work. 

He quickly checked the pipes, then looked around the kitchen. The only
food he saw was a well scraped jar of peanut butter and some stale
bread. A couple greeting cards were on the table and he remembered it
was her birthday today. 

A beautiful girl like her shouldn't be working all day and then coming
home to stale bread on her birthday. Then Potter had an idea. He hated
going to the mall on a Saturday, but then he didn't have anything better
to do. 

Heather got home around six that night after a hard days work. Potter
met her in the hall. 
"Happy Birthday Heather," he said. 

"Thanks, but so far it hasn't been very happy," she replied, "unless you
let me come over for a couple hours tonight." 

"Why you don't even need to ask me," he said smiling, "but I'm afraid I
have some bad news. You have a moth problem in your room and I had to
bug bomb it. You can't go home until tomorrow morning." 

Heather looked distraught. "But where will I sleep tonight?" 

"You'll just have to stay with me and I'll even take you out for a nice
birthday dinner," he said. 
A nice dinner sounded good to her and a whole night of oral sex didn't
sound to bad either. "Can I at least go get a change of clothes?" 

Potter shook his head. "Everything was Infested. I had to burn all your
clothes." 
Heather was horrified. All she owned was her work uniform!

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Heather stripped and climbed into the shower. A ring of dirt circled the
tub at the water level. Potter really needs a maid, she thought as the
hot water cascaded over her body, wiping away the diner smells. 

When she had dried off, Heather went to the bedroom and found that
Potter had laid out some bags of clothes on the bed. She rifled through
the bags and was aghast to see they all contained either short skirts or
skimpy tops. She couldn't wear these out to dinner and certainly not to
school, but it was these outfits or her work uniform. She didn't have a
choice. 
Heather couldn't find a bra, but she found some underwear in a bag. She
pulled the panties on, feeling them slip into the crack of her ass. They
were thong panties! Heather was surprised that they actually felt quite
comfortable as she felt the cool air blowing on her butt cheeks.
Heather tried on some skirts, finally settling on a light blue one. The
skirt only reached halfway to her knees and it showed of her legs,
nicely. 
She tried on some tops, going with a white halter that showed off her
entire stomach. Damn! She could also see the entire outline of her
aureola under the white material. Why didn't he buy her a bra? She
looked around for the bra she had worn to work, but it had disappeared. 

Heather found a pretty pair of sandals in the last bag. They showed of
her dainty little feet and completed her new look. At least, until she
could save up some money and by some decent attire from the thrift
store. 

You look sexy, flashed in her mind when she looked at herself in the
mirror. Her legs were long and slim. Her belly was flat and had a nice
tan from her sun bathing in the bikini. The skirt even matched her
bright blue eyes. 

Slowly, Heather was starting to feel good about her body. Wearing the
skimpy bikini, Potter showing her the comic book women, and men's
reactions to her looks were starting to build up the self esteem that
her mother had destroyed. 
Potter's jaw hit the floor when she came out into the living room and
spun around for him. 

"You like," said Heather. She was surprised to see that he had changed
into a nice pair of pants and a shirt with a tie. He actually looked
somewhat handsome. 

"Me like," he answered. Potter was going out in public with a sexy girl
young enough to be his granddaughter. Not only was he taking her out to
dinner, but tonight he planned to fuck her.

To Heather, the biggest surprise of the evening was that she had fun.
She had a great dinner and, even though she wasn't much of a drinker,
several glasses of wine. Potter talked mostly about comic books and she
actually found the subject quite interesting. He was also very funny and
seemed to get even funnier after each glass of wine. 

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"Hey Jack, isn't that your girlfriend?" 

Jack was seated at the bar on his way to becoming shit-faced. He looked
over at his buddy sitting next to him and then at the girl he was
pointing at. "No, Heather would shnever..." 
He did a double take when he realized it was Heather and she was dressed
like a slut! Dressed like he had always wished she would. He narrowed
his eyes, staring drunkenly at the little bald man she was sitting with.
He recognized the man as her creepy, old landlord and his hand was
resting on her bare knee!

"Why that fuscking shlut," he said. "She's fuscking him to get out of
paying her rent." That's the only possible reason she'd be out with him.
He watched as Potter paid the bill and they got up to leave. Heather was
clearly drunk and the old man had his arm around her bare waist,
supporting her. Jack excused himself and followed the couple out 

Heather couldn't remember ever having a birthday this fun in years and
the night wasn't over yet. She couldn't wait to have Potter's head
between her legs.

Mr. Potter helped a drunken Heather into his apartment. He held her
still and quickly flicked up her halter top so that her bare tits were
exposed. She was taller then he and he didn't have to bend down very far
to take one of her nipples into his mouth. It quickly turned completely
erect with desire. He heard her moan as he ran his tongue around long
nipples. He felt her grab his cock underneath his pants and she gave it
a little squeeze. 

Heather felt Potter's hands on her shoulders and he pushed her down. She
quickly fell to her knees and unzipped his pants. He wasn't wearing
underwear and she easily yanked his pants down to his ankles. His giant
cock stared her in the face. 

She took him in her mouth and began lovingly slurping on his penis. She
knew what he liked now and soon he was bucking his hips into her mouth.
Still, it took him thirty minutes to fill her belly with his sperm. 

Potter stripped and watched Heather as she took the rest of her clothes
off. He pushed her back on to the couch and sat her down, kneeling
between her legs. She eagerly spread her legs for him and he could see
her juices glistening on her labia. Potter leaned forward and licked her
half-heartedly with his tongue. 

Heather frowned and moved her hips around trying to get his tongue in
deeper. Nothing worked. "What's wrong?" 

Potter stopped eating her pussy. "I"m sorry. My jaw's sore." 

"Please, I need to cum," she practically screamed in frustration.
Heather had never felt this horny before. 

Jack heard her beg the old man to give her an orgasm as he leaned
against the door. Good luck, he thought, nothing can make that frigid
bitch cum. He reached down and slowly turned the handle. It was
unlocked. 

Potter looked up from between her legs. "I'm sorry I can't do it, but I
could fuck you," he said. "Think how good that would feel. My big cock
could fill you a lot more then my little tongue can. It'll make you cum
like you never have before."

Yes, Heather thought, that would feel good, but she almost said, "no."
After her disappointment with Jack, she had decided not to sleep with
another man until she was married. Potter's tongue satisfied her sexual
urges, but now that wasn't working. Her horniness and the booze made her
give in. "Yes," she cried, "put it in my pussy. Make me cum. Fuck me." 

Potter sat up. His cock was throbbing with desire. He had made her blow
him earlier because he wanted this moment to last forever. He moved
forward so that his cock was touching her labia. 

Heather jumped when she felt the fat head of his cock touch her pussy.
She pushed down with her hips, desperate to feel him inside her, but he
just teased her until she thought she was going to die with frustration.
Finally, he pushed down and she moaned as she felt her pussy lips spread
around his cock-head. Her eyes grew wide at the shock of having
something so wide enter her and her old landlord became only the second
man to penetrate her. 
As her pussy lips closed around the head of his cock, she corrected
herself. Potter was the first man to ever truly fuck her. Jack didn't
count. 

"Your pussy is so fucking tight," said Potter as he pushed a couple
inches in. 

Heather began raising her hips to meet his thrusts. He was slowly moving
in and out of her, letting her become accustomed to his size. She felt
the first orgasm building up before he wasn't even half way in. Then his
cock was yanked from her pussy. 

Jack had crept into the room and watched the old guy's ass flex as he
began to penetrate his girlfriend. He couldn't see much of her body, but
the expression on her face seemed to indicate she was enjoying it. Jack
felt like he was about to vomit in disgust at seeing his beautiful
girlfriend with the ugly little bald man. Finally, he couldn't take it
any more and grabbed the man from behind. 

"Put it back in," screamed Heather. She opened her eyes to see Jack
throw Mr. Potter against the wall. Jack's face was flushed with anger.
He spun Potter around and put one hand against his throat. She thought
Jack might choke him to death and Potter's face had gone white as a
sheet. 

The adrenaline rush caused Jack's penis to get hard. "Slut," he said
looking at Heather, "how could you fusck thish old man?" Jack looked
down Heather's incredible body. Her legs were still spread and her pussy
was wide open for him to see. Her labia was spread apart and her clit
was engorged with desire. He looked the old man in the face and clenched
his fist. He drew back ready to punch him,  then he felt something
poking him in the balls. Jacks face went white as he realized the old
guy must have his hand down at his balls ready to squeeze. Jack noticed
that the old guys hands were hanging limply down at his sides, but then
what was poking his nuts? 

Jack released Potter's throat and he gasped for breath when Jack looked
down at the big cock poking him in the crotch. Jack fell backwards
staring in horror at Potter's foot long cock. 

Potter was scared to death of the bigger man but said, "Never seen a
man's cock before have you Jack? Heather tells me you have a little
boy's penis." Potter started walking towards Jack who crawled backwards,
still staring in horror at Potter's penis. "No wonder you can't satisfy
her or any woman for that matter."

Jack couldn't think straight in his drunken state. He just stared at the
giant penis as it talked to him and told him how worthless he was. As
the penis came closer, Jack turned and ran. It could have Heather. He
couldn't satisfy her or any woman for that matter. He stopped running
long enough to vomit in the yard. Jack felt his penis retreating into
his scrotum and wondered if it would ever come back out. 

Heather forgot about Jack the moment he was gone. She spread her legs
wide as Potter returned between them. She moaned as he rubbed the length
of his cock along her pussy lips, until he felt it was well lubricated,
then he pushed down and her lips stretched out to engulf the big head
again.

Potter felt his cock head get swallowed by her pussy. Her pussy muscles
seemed to flex around his cock- trying to pull him in deeper. He didn't
resist and he slowly worked a few more inches in. How long had it been
since he had fucked a girl this young? Had they ever been this tight? He
looked at her face. She was staring in awe at the seven inches of cock
still out of her pussy. 

Heather felt a deep sense of belonging as she stared at the cock
penetrating her. This big cock owned her and it had taken possession of
her long before now, almost since the moment she had seen it. An orgasm
overwhelmed her when he reached six inches. Jack had never penetrated
her this far and Potter was only halfway in. 

Heather awoke some time later, not remembering passing out. She was
breathing heavy and her pussy hurt even more then when she had lost her
virginity. She looked down. Only about three inches of Potter's cock
remained. He wasn't moving and seemed to be waiting for something.
Heather didn't think she could take any more, but she wanted to try. 

Potter had seen Heather pass out from the last orgasm and he immediately
took advantage of her comatose state to shove more of his cock in. He
was a little disappointed that she couldn't take any more then nine
inches, but then few women had, and only a couple took it all. He felt
her legs wrap around his ass, her ankles squeezing his butt cheeks. 

"I want it all," she said through clenched teeth. 

Potter felt her legs squeeze, pulling the remaining three inches into
her. She screamed through her teeth and she thrashed her head from side
to side. He watched sweat form on her brow and it began to roll down her
face. It looked like she was giving birth. 

Heather had never felt such pain, but it was fading. Her pussy was
stretching out to accommodate the invader and she could feel her juices
flowing to lubricate it. She slowly unclenched her legs freeing Potter
from her grip. "Fuck me Potter," she said. 

Potter knew how to fuck a woman. He started slow, sliding only an inch
or two out. He looked down at his cock impaling her- he could never
figure out where it all went too. He decided to increase the pace and
began sliding six inches out. She started grunting and raising her hips
to meet his thrusts. "Slut, you like being fucked by a big cock don't
you." 

"God yes. I love big cock. I love your cock. I love you," she cried
cumming again. 

Potter was a little shocked when she said she loved him. Potter began
fucking her with the entire length of his cock. The head would pop out
occasionally only to be buried again. He felt his balls slapping against
her thighs. "Only my cock's going to satisfy a slut like you from now
on." 

"I am a slut," she cried. "I only want your cock from now on." She liked
being called a slut, almost  as much as being treated like a slut.
Anyway, it was a lot better then being called a bitch all the time. 

Finally, Potter felt his balls began to ache. He slammed his cock into
her a few more times before holding it in buried to the hilt. 
Heather felt his cock swell up even bigger, before it jerked in her
pussy filling her with his sperm. "I love you," she cried again, just
before the biggest orgasm yet hit her and she screamed in pleasure. 

"I love you too slut," said Potter as his cock continued to erupt in her
pussy. Potter saw her smile just before passing out again. He removed
his cock and looked between her spread legs. Her thighs were red from
where his balls had slapped against them and her pussy was splayed open.
As he watched a wave of sperm began flowing out, down her thighs and
soiling the couch. He bent down and carried the girl to his bedroom 

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Heather awoke the next morning beside Potter. She lifted up the covers
and looked down his body. His cock was erect in his sleep. This old man
was incredible and she wondered what he had been capable of when he was
eighteen. 
Her pussy hurt, so she decided to just suck him off. He moaned in his
sleep as her lips engulfed his cock head and she vowed never to deny him
anything. No erection of his would ever be wasted. Potter woke up as she
sucked him off, but he quickly fell back to sleep after cumming. 
Heather licked the sperm off her lips and went to the bathroom. She
looked at the dirty bathtub as she sat on the toilet. She would start
cleaning it after tackling all the dirty dishes in the kitchen. 

Heather had dozens of good-looking boys ask her out after that day,
especially when they saw the slutty outfits she started wearing to
class. She turned them all down because they could never satisfy her. 

She moved in with Potter the day after he had fucked her. It made paying
her rent a lot easier because she didn't have to walk up and down the
stairs every night. 

The End 


  
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