For the Thrill of It

Megan was starting to get disturbed how accustomed she was growing to this man and his ass grabbing. She rolled her eyes yet again. "Whatever. I just want this whole ordeal to be done."

The duo walked up the steps in an old parking garage, Derrick's hand gripping Megan's ass the whole time. Derrick took her to a nice looking Sedan, opening the door for her. "This is a nice car for a security guard."

He made sure to give her a spank before she sat. "Head security guard, thank you very much."

Megan then realized that this was the man in charge, making her situation that much more dire. Derrick climbed into the driver's seat, buckling his belt as he turned on the car, then the heat.

Megan fidgeted with her hands. She looked out the window, leaning into her seat. "Look, I don't know how to feel on all of this. On one hand, you did save my ass... as well as grope it several times. Yet, on the other hand-"

Megan felt a hand pull on the back of head and then a second later, she found herself pulled down with a mouth full of Derrick's dick. The transition was jarring at first, her body bucking as that musky taste filled her head again.

After being pinned for a short time, Megan's mouth adjusted and her struggling lessened. Derrick pulled the car out of the garage, keeping a firm grip on Megan's hair. "You talk way too much, Meg. This is much better."

Megan's ass perched in the seat as she took control of the situation the best she could. She used her right hand to massage the balls and the left to hold onto the seat for leverage. She bobbed her head at consistent intervals, running her lips and tongue up at the contours of the shaft. Some precum managed to leak out, rolling down the ridges of her tongue. Her saliva thickened as she worked up and down the penis in a sensual way.

Derrick drove with a bemused look on his face, feeling Megan's diligent work. "Crap Meg, you're really into this."

Megan then realized, yeah, perhaps she was putting too much into this. She tried to pull out, but Derrick's hand pushed on her skull, halting her ascension.

"God, that didn't mean stop, dummy. I can't even compliment you without misunderstanding," he laughed.

The cock pulsated in Megan's gullet, pressing further into her throat, balls still in her hand. She made sure to give each one ample attention, rolling them finger to finger, head bobbing with a sense of clockwork motion. Her head moved again and again, making sure to attack the cock from all angles.

Then, without warning or fanfare, she felt a warm burst against the back of her throat. Her body shook as the cum spurt less vigorously this time, filling her cavity and bubbling at her lips. As he came, Derrick kept Megan's hair held tight, pinning her on the shaft. Megan focused on breathing through her nostrils, still massaging the balls as the sperm slowly stopped. Derrick then tugged Megan's hair, pulling her upright.

Some of the cum dribbled down Megan's chin. When she went to wipe it away, Derrick gripped her wrist. "Leave that there, Meg." With a sigh, she lowered her hand, finding it hard not to cough. She still tasted the bitter, watery saltiness on her tongue and felt it gurgle in her stomach.

The sun was almost gone when the car pulled down a long dirt driveway, seemingly in the middle of nowhere. "You're going to murder me and throw me in a ditch, aren't you?" Megan muttered.

Derrick chuckled, "that sounds like a lot of work. I'll do it later." The car stopped in front of an ancient looking barn with peeling red paint and broken beams. A man almost as tall as Derrick emerged from the edifice dressed in a ratty flannel and turn up cargo pants. His beard was super long, engulfing most of her face, which made up for the fact that the top of head lacked hair. Derrick climbed out of the car, something Megan was hesitant to do.

"Larry," Derrick exclaimed. The two hugged, which freaked Megan out for some reason. "How have you been?"

The man coughed without covering his mouth. "Good, good. Mom's got some stuff brewing down by the creek, some real hush hush kind of stuff. It's excitin'!"

"Well, sounds like one of your brothers will probably end up losing a finger again. Well, I have some one for you to meet!" Derrick turned to the car, insisting through hand motions for Megan to emerge. With a loud sigh, she climbed out of the car. The way Larry's eyes widened frightened her to no end. That is when she realized there was still cum on her chin.

"My, what a pleasure to meet you Ma'am! I'm Larry and I'll be takin' care of your troubles." Larry took Megan's hand and shook it in a death grip. Her nose wrinkled as she felt Derrick's hand, once more, return to her ass.

"This is Megan," he told Larry. "Show him your prize, darling."

Megan lifted the pendant off of her neck. Larry took it from her and inspected it. "The pendant itself would be too hard to lift, but these diamonds... bad cut and all, should get us some change." The strange man's gaze then turned to Derrick. "You've always been such an ass man. You're spendin' all of her time with that thing when these are right here!" Megan's eyes widened as Larry casually reached down and grabbed her right breast.

Derrick laughed once more as Megan was thankful that the hand was removed from her tit. "You got the other thing ready, right?" Megan's eyes returned to doe eyed state when she realized that Larry's hand moved from her breast to the buckle of his pants. She watched as the trousers fell, realizing what she would be doing yet again.

Megan felt Derrick's hand push on her shoulder, forcing her to kneel down in the mud. Megan's throat already felt hoarse as Larry's tighty whities lowered, revealing an extremely hard cock of about four inches with crazy wild pubic hair. Derrick grabbed Megan's hair and pushed her right on his friend's penis. Derrick laughed, "I swear she is enjoying herself!"

Due to the fact that it was much thinner and shorter, the penis fit Megan's mouth much better than Derrick's did. It also turned out that Larry did not have a delicate touch. He grabbed Megan by the hair and just started to slam her head on his member over and over again. His hairy balls beat against her chin as her nose slammed against his abdomen. "This bitch doesn't even gag," Larry declared.

"So, you think five hundred is fair?" Derrick asked, just standing there, letting Meg's head be pummeled by his friend.

Larry thrust his hips forward, the cock coming near to Megan's throat, but never penetrating it. "All right then, I set up everything else for her."

Derrick kicked his feet, looking around suspiciously. "I don't want her to hear this next part, got me?"

"Yep," Larry replied simply. His hands then cupped Megan's ears, blocking out all sound as her head was continually slammed on his cock. She could not hear their conversation, just the sound of the dick sloshing about in her mouth, an echo chamber in her ears.

Finally, Larry stopped the motions, keeping Megan's head pinned to his crotch. His hands moved enough to let her hear the strange noise he let out as a single spurt of extremely watery hot cum shot into her gullet and dripped down her throat. Larry removed Megan from his penis, letting her slump forward coughing. Derrick was nice enough to help the woman to her feet.

Larry laughed a bit while pulling up his pants and buckling his belt. "All right. A deal is a deal." He pulled a random roll of hundreds that happened to be in his pocket. He counted five as Megan put out her hand to take it. Instead, Larry handed the bills to Derrick.

Megan's forehead furrowed. "What the hell? That money should be mine!"

Derrick chuckled as he shook his head. "Meg, the only reason you aren't in jail right now is because of me," he said. "I not only helped you get out and sell this, but also made sure no one will ever pin the crime on you. All you did was trick a poor old man and stumble about. So, as a thief, you are terrible."

Megan let out an anguished cry and rubbed a hand on her face. "Fine. Can I go home then?"

Derrick then leaned in, pulling her hand out again. "I said you are a terrible thief, but I have to say, you are a very good whore. Very skilled and very compliant. You definitely need to be paid for that. I think one hundred dollars per blowjob sounds fair, don't you?" Derrick then laid three one hundred dollar bills into her hand.

She stared down at the money with a blank expression. "I don't know how to react to any of this."

Derrick reached forward with two hands and kneaded Megan's breasts through her top. "You're right Larry, these are nice. As for going home Meg, I need you for one more thing. It will be worth the other two hundred."

Megan just stood there as Derrick mindlessly groped her breasts. Five hundred dollars would be nice.... "Fine. Fine! Just, like, nothing too extreme. I won't fuck any animals or anything."

That comment made Larry burst into a fit of laughter, "god, where did you find this girl?"

Derrick put his arm around Megan and walked her to the barn. The inside didn't look much better than the outside. It was filled with large crates and boxes. Hanging on one of them was a small black sleeveless dress. "You can leave those boots on, but those dirty cloths have to go."

Megan took the dress while sticking out her tongue. "I have to point out they were sparkling clean when I left my apartment this morning. Where can I go to change?"

Derrick stared at her. "That was another dumb question. Oh, and no underwear, by the way."

Megan sighed once more as she lifted the sides of her top and pulled the soiled fabric above her head. She then unzipped the sides of her boots and stripped off her jeans.

"I may be starting to agree with you about my intelligence level," Megan admitted callously. After that, she stripped off her bra, her breasts bouncing out, her tiny pink nipples erect. "Panties too?"

Derrick just stared at her, prompting an eye roll from Megan. She rolled her panties off and slid the dress on her body. Derrick walked behind her and gripped her ass as he zippered the dress up. "And don't worry; I'll make sure you get home tonight."

Megan looked back at him with raised eyebrows. "Somehow, I do not find that reassuring."

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Megan once again found herself in the passenger's seat of Derrick's car and for this moment at least, it appeared as her mouth would remain empty. After sliding on the dress, she was encouraged to clean up her face and fix her make-up... then was groped several more times before finally departing.

The silence was quite awkward. It gave Megan a bit of time to think. Why was she going along with all of this? The man did hold her fate in his hands, but he didn't exactly blackmail her. In fact, from an outside perspective, a court of law could probably convict her of immediate Stockholm Syndrome.

Not wanting to mediate on her own thoughts anymore, Megan turned to Derrick, leaning in her seat with her breasts pushing against her top. "Can you give me any clue on where we are going?" Derrick smiled, reaching over and running a hand through her hair. "A bit impatient, aren't we? As I said, you're going to be helping me out big time."

Megan crossed her arms and furrowed her brow. "That's awfully vague."

Derrick laughed, "yeah, I know you aren't very bright, but I have to believe you at least can pick up on patterns here. At first, I felt guilty, but actually, I think I may be doing you a small favor."

Megan immediately grimaced, eyes full of shock. "Excuse Me?!"

"Well, judging by your cloths and general demeanor," Derrick explained, "something tells me you don't need to be a thief. You're just a thrill seeker and all of this mystery... and activity... is just feeding into that. I am happy to be of help."

Megan wanted to reply with a sly rebuke or retort, but she paused. As boorish as the man was, he was essentially correct. Her parents were paying for most of her college and living expenses, so she indeed did not need to steal things. It probably was the thrill... as well as the danger and the fun and a host of other such emotions. Megan always considered her sex life to be adventurous, but this was a step beyond, and though difficult to admit, this day was feeding into her basic impulses.

Derrick chuckled, "wow, I managed to shut you up without shoving my dick in your mouth. We're here."

He slowed the car and parked it at in a small lot surrounded by a rusty fence. Megan peered out the window, seeing a collection of buildings in a town she did not recognize. Derrick walked to her door and opened it, helping her step out into the cool night air. The two walked hand in hand to an old brick building with a flickering neon sign that read "Stu's Tavern."

The inside looked just as rustic and gross as the exterior with a dirty wooden floor and several ancient looking tables. An older man with a trimmed white beard and a sleeveless shirt revealing a litany of tattoos stood behind the bar. The bar was dead with not the evidence of a soul in sight. "Ah, I was wondering when you would finally get here," the bartender said.

"Stu, you know I'm a man of my word." He placed an arm around Megan, who seemed suddenly stricken with a case of extreme nervousness. "This is Megan. Say hello to the man, girl," Derrick sneered while giving her ass a nice slap.

She gritted her teeth as the hand collided with her ass, hands folded in front of her. "Nice to meet you, I guess."

Stu's eyes twinkled as he scanned the girl lewdly and openly, taking in her form. "I can't believe you got somebody of her caliber! I haven't had a girl this skinny for weeks. Yeah, she'll be able to make back ten times what you owe me."

Derrick nodded as Stu walked from behind the bar. "And you promise this will be just a one night engagement?" Derrick asked intensely.

Stu reached into her pocket, eyes still leering at Megan. "You're not the only man of your word." He pulled out a pair of silver handcuffs to Megan's chagrin. After roughly placing a hand on the back of her neck, he slid the cuffs around her wrists and clicked them shut. "I'll take good care of her."

Derrick leaned in and kissed Megan on the cheek. "Well, it was a pleasure to spend the day with you, Meg. You have fun, all right?" Derrick laughed as he made sure to give her ass one more spank. Megan's eyes stared anxiously as he turned around and left the dank tavern.

She did not have much time to think before Stu wrapped an arm around her and drug her through a black door. The two rushed down a long narrow hallway lined with doors of various colors. "Okay, keep being a good girl like you are now, got it?" Stu instructed. Megan did not even have time to nod before Stu shoved her through a set of double doors.

Unlike the bar, this medium sized room was populated. About twenty men of various sizes, ages, and races sat on dingy wooden folding chairs that stood on stained red carpet. Stu pushed Megan onto a small stage made out of old crates. She heard some whistles from the audience and even some clapping. Her skin was completely pale.

Stu sneered as he stood to the side of Megan, addressing the crowd. "Gentlemen, this is the next item of the evening. You can call or Megan or whatever the fuck you want." Stu gripped Megan's shoulders and bent her waist forward causing her breasts to push against the confines of her dress. "This little wonder is the highlight of the evening; twenty one, fit and flexible, and from what I hear, despite the brown hair, is more of a bimbo than most sluts who have graced this stage." The lecherous bartender then roughly turned Megan around, showing off the round globes of her ass. Her eyes bugged as she felt the hand roam down over her outer labia. "And she feels tight too... even a bit wet."

Stu turned Megan back around to face her fans, each one's eyes transfixed upon her. Two especially beefy men with bulging muscles walked to the stage, seemingly guarding her from any spontaneous uprising that would erupt to take her for free. "Now, since she is such a rare and valuable item," Stu continued, "she will not be available for any long term private time. Still, the first buyer will be able to purchase ten minutes of alone time before anyone else intrudes on the fun. Then, I insist, that you all share! I'll start the auction to be the first customer at one hundred dollars..."

A rather rotund gentleman was the first to raise his hand. Megan did not receive the opportunity to view the bidding war for very long as the two guards took her back into the hallway. They opened a black door and shoved her inside. The room was a perfect square, featuring several chairs, a large wooden table, and an ominous cabinet. A clock stood watch above the cabinet, clicking loudly. One of the guards lifted Megan's hands, sliding the chain of the handcuff onto a hook that protruded from the ceiling. This forced her to stand on her toes and bend her chest forward.

As the two left, Megan could not deduce whether she was in a state of dread or bizarrely excited. It seemed like she stood alone in the dank room for an eternity, hanging from the ceiling like a piece of meat. She just stared forward at the wood paneled wall, waiting to see what would happen next.

As the door slid open, Megan jumped to attention, startled by the sudden sound of footsteps. Each sound sent shudders down her spine. When a hand grasped the small of her back, she audibly yelped, her body bucking from shock.

"You're jumpier than I expected," a male voice said. A rough hand slid the handcuffs off the hook and then turned Megan around. She came face to face with a very thin Hispanic man who was not much taller than her. He caressed Megan's face, staring yet into her cleavage. "Get ready to give me my money's worth," he snorted, grabbing the edges of the top of her dress, and just ripping the front in half.

The loud tearing sound echoed through the room as her two breasts bounced from their prison and to attention. "That's what I wanted," the man growled as his head swooped down and dug into the two lumps of flesh. His tongue shot out, running circles along the tender flesh, working like a tornado down to the peaks. Megan shut her eyes, unable to stop a moan from escaping her lips as the man tenderly suckled her right nipple, flicking them pointedly with his tongue. He then moved onto the left, going back and forth between each before finally grabbing Megan's sides and placing her on the table.

The man gripped her ass to steady himself before using a hand to rub at her inner labia. Megan's back arched as the man gave her clit a few solid flicks with his thumb... right before he ripped down his pants with his free hand and pounced forward in one thorough motion. The sudden shock of having a penis shoved into her caused Megan to gasp and buck, her posture resuming a sitting position, which just shoved her breasts further into the man's mouth.

Against her instinctual leanings, Megan grabbed the man's shoulders and slid his cock into her inch by inch. Her legs reached up and straddled his waist; her heels clicking as the medium sized cock fully penetrated her. She hugged his shoulders, the table shaking as he continued to lick at her nipples. The sensations from both the peaks of her breasts and deep within her vagina emanated through Megan's nervous system. The man reached down and propped up each breast with a hand, giving direct licks to the erect summits as his thrusting picked up speed.

Megan's body quiver as the man just rammed the hell out of her, not really aiming to please. It felt coarse, but not too painful with some dull rumblings deep within her vagina. He panted heavily as he slowed the assault for a second; just to give Megan's right breast a particularly rough suckle. Megan's long hair splayed to the side as the man reached back and slapped the breasts.