Debbi


   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."