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Wilson's Whore

byBuckyDuckman©

Author's Note: Fair warning, if mentioning church bothers you, then take a pass on this story, because Wilson is corrupting a nice, church-going girl.

*****

Wilson puffed once before softly inhaled another lungful of tobacco. The first puff heated up the cheery tip of his cigarette and released a little cloud of smoke before he filled his lungs with the second drag. At the last moment, he pulled away the cancer stick and sucked the smoke deeper inside where he held it for a long moment before releasing a new cloud of nicotine and carcinogens. Damn that felt good.

Wilson repeated the process again and again, feeling his stress fading away as the nicotine charged his pleasure receptors. He stood behind the little clothing store he managed and watched the small, red car pull into the space next to his.

"You shouldn't do that," Kelly said, climbing out of her car and smiling at him. "It'll kill you."

"Something will," Wilson agreed, doing his best to keep his eyes focused on Kelly's pretty face. Her blue eyes matched the color of the sky behind her head, giving the illusion that he was looking through her, or she was looking through him. It was disquieting and cool at the same time. "My doctor once told me if I gave up smoking, drinking, and watching so much porn, I'd add another five years to my life. I told him, 'Who would want those five years?'"

"You're a mess," the skinny girl with curly blonde hair giggled. She propped her narrow ass on the hood of Wilson's car. He fought against letting his eyes drop to her chest. Kelly was naturally skinny and loved wearing skin tight shirts. She had once told him, "I look too flat chested if my shirt isn't tight enough," So she wore shirts tight enough to reveal every line of her bra, not that she needed to wear one, of course. If Wilson had to guess, he'd say her tits were barely b-cups.

"I am mess," he smiled, glancing at the white tube of paper and tobacco and measuring how many more puffs he could take before it was over. Unfavorable tax laws had made the damn things too expensive to waste one. "I'm a drunk, a pervert, and a smoker, sort of a triple whammy."

"Two out of three of those aren't bad," Kelly grinned. Her smile did more than light up her face, it lit up Wilson's world. "Your problem is you make too much money. Why don't you give me that money instead of spending it on cigarettes?"

"Tempting," he mused, grinning because he knew she was kidding. "I'd do it if I was buying the right thing from you, but that would make you a whore and I don't think a nice girl like you wants to be a whore."

"All nice girls secretly want to be whores," she said. "Remember what I did that one time for twenty dollars?"

"How could I forget?" he asked, purposely looking at her tits. During a conversation three months ago, he mentioned going to a strip club. She had accused him of having too much money that time, too. As a joke, he had said, "I'll give you twenty bucks to show me your tits. To his surprise, she looked both ways, saw they were alone and earned every penny of it.

"Give me your cigarette money and maybe I'll do it again."

"Tempting," he said, finishing off his smoke. He carefully flicked off the cherry and tossed the butt in a bucket next to his back door. "But I spend a lot more than twenty dollars a week on smokes." He flipped opened his pack and tapped out another.

Kelly pushed off his car, stepped up to him and pulled the cigarette from his lips. She took the pack from his hands, too. He stared at her tiny hands, worried she was going to crush his smokes. Instead, she flipped open the back, put the cigarette back inside and smiled. "Here's your choice. You can have these back or you can touch them."

"Touch what?"

"My tits, silly. For one whole minute."

Wilson took a good long look at her chest before pulling his eyes back up to her pretty blue ones. "You're kidding, right?" he asked, keeping half a watchful eye on his cigarettes, too. He didn't trust her. She only smiled as she waited for his decision. "Through your shirt or underneath?"

"However you want it."

"Will you take off your bra first?"

"Can I break three of these first?" she asked, flipping open the pack. That felt like more than even trade.

"Go for it."

She did just break three cigarettes, she pulverized them until they were nothing more than loose tobacco and filters in his ash can. She shoved the rest of the pack in her back pocket, arched her back and fished behind her back. He saw the elastic band relax. Working through her short sleeve, she pulled her elbow out of one strap. Reaching inside her shirt from her opposite sleeve, she pulled out her bra and handed it to him. "Believe me now?"

"You know I'm just going to buy another pack as soon as I get off work."

"Maybe," she said, leaving her back arched and her tiny titties thrusted in his direction. "But at least you'll have to wait until you do and I think that would be good for you."

Wilson looked both ways. They stood behind the small strip center where only employees parked. It was too late in the day for a delivery. Their chances of being caught were slim to none. As he considered taking her up on the offer, she pulled her shirt tail out of her jeans, tilted her head and kept smiling.

"It's really that hard of a decision?" she asked.

"I'm more concerned what it means if I do this," he said, looking her in the eyes again. "You're a nice girl, Kelly. Good girls don't do this sort of thing."

"Let me worry about how good I want to be," she said, fidgeting. He couldn't be sure, but it looked as if her nipples had gotten hard.

"Fuck it," he decided, shoving his hands up her top and pressing her against the hood of his car. Kelly leaned backwards but not because she was pulling away. It was because he was pressing against her.

He purposely shoved her shirt upwards as he felt her tiny titties, giving himself a show at the same time. Kelly grabbed his neck for support and giggled as his fingers tweaked her nipples. He rolled them between his finger and thumb, appreciating how they felt stiff while fighting against the urge to kiss them. He pressed his hands flat against both of them, verifying that she had less than handful and ended with tweaking them before pulling away. He was nice enough to pull down her top, too.

"Was it worth it?" she asked, crushing each cigarette before tossing it into the trash.

"God yes," he said, knowing he would be thinking about how her tits felt later when he jerked off. "I can't believe you let me do that."

"Me neither," she said, snatching her bra from him before darting towards the back door of her store. "Later neighbor!"

Wilson remained outside for another minute. He looked inside the ash bin, studying it for half a butt that might still be smokable. He gave up and went back inside his store. He had two more hours before he got off work. He could make it, couldn't he?

-

With an hour left to his day, his closers showed up. Wilson drifted next door after they clocked in. Kelly was busy re-folding t-shirts. He picked up a stack and helped her. "I can't believe you did that," he said.

She shrugged. "Why not?"

"I don't know, because you're a good girl?"

"Just because I go to church every Sunday and don't sleep around, that doesn't make me a good girl. I have needs, too."

"When was the last time you did it?"

"My last boyfriend and I used to do it all the time," she said with a faint blush that showed up so easily on her ivory white skin.

"And the two of you broke up how long ago?"

"A couple months ago, but you know why. He was cheating on me and we were supposed to be engaged."

"He never gave you a ring," Wilson pointed out.

She nodded and sighed. "Okay, you got that one right."

"Us old guys are good that."

"You're not that old."

"Old enough to be your uncle," Wilson said, knowing she had at least one very young uncle. Kelly was a very young looking twenty-one. If she was drinker, he knew she got carded every time. Meanwhile, he hadn't been carded since his 30th birthday.

"At least I had a boyfriend. When was the last time you had a girlfriend?"

"I keep telling you, girls don't want to date a pervert like me. But it's okay. Feel my hands," he said, holding out his right hand. She felt it. "Soft, isn't it?"

"I noticed that earlier," she smirked without picking up on his joke.

"They're soft because I use a lot of lotion," he said.

She blinked, nodded and smiled as the joke went over her pretty head. "So? I like using lotion, too."

Wilson rolled his eyes and chuckled. "When a guy says that, he means he jerks off a lot."

"Oohh!" Kelly said, picking up on it. A moment later, she stopped folding the t-shirt she held, looked at him with wide eyes and asked, "Really?"

"It's a joke."

"I know, I get that. I'm not a stupid blonde. Is that really why your hands are so soft?"

"Maybe," he teased, enjoying the way she blushed.

"If you had a girlfriend, you wouldn't have to use so much lotion."

"I would have a girlfriend if I could find a pervert like me."

"Maybe you'd have a girlfriend if you quit smoking, too. You know we don't think that's cool anymore, right?"

"So I've heard," he said, wishing she hadn't gone there. If he stayed busy, he didn't think about smoking. He tried to push the thought away. "And maybe if I had the right girlfriend, I would quit."

"Except your idea of right is very wrong, isn't it?" Kelly asked, laughing as they landed on very familiar territory. "I could be wrong if you gave me enough cigarette money."

"No, that would make you a whore. We've covered that."

"Not if it worked," she said, smiling at their game. "If it worked, it would be more like a public service, wouldn't it?"

"Maybe," Wilson said, noticing the time and heading back to his store. He needed to countdown registers and email a sales report for he left for the day. And buy a pack of smokes, he reminded himself.

After dinner that night, he did something he seldom did. Instead of staring at porn on his computer screen, he jerked off to a memory with his eyes closed. He pleasured himself while thinking about Kelly and replaying the feel of her tiny tits with firm nipples raking against his palms. He came faster and harder than usual. Afterwards, he washed his hands and picked up a cigarette. Instead of lighting it, he put it back in his pack. "For Kelly," he told the pack of smokes.

-

Kelly Swanson was doing her best to pay her way through college while working at the store next to his at the little strip shopping center. She had the kind of good girl aura about her that made strangers stand straighter and mind their manners around her. Wilson gave up on being good around the time she was born.

In tiny bits and pieces, they had gotten to know each other over the last eight months. He knew about her family back in Arkansas, her boyfriends, and even which church she had attended. Along the way, she had heard about his first wife, his love for aquariums, and how he was completely happy slowly turning into a dirty old man. Though he was still on the good side of forty, they sometimes joked how much longer he had before the word "old" applied.

It was raining on Tuesday morning, which was never good for business. Wilson sat behind his counter playing games on his phone. Twice since getting to work, he had snuck out back for a smoke. Both times had left the front of his store empty and open for shoplifters, but on a rainy Tuesday in the middle of fall, he wasn't worried.

It was near lunch time when Kelly stopped in carrying her McDonald's Happy Meal lunch. She used the edge of his cash and wrap as her table. "Did you use any lotion last night?"

"As a matter of fact," he grinned, saving his game and turning it off. "I know you don't want to hear about that part, but let me tell you what I did afterwards. I usually smoke after sex of any kind. Except last night. Instead, I put away that last cigarette because of you and I didn't smoke it until this morning."

"Hey, that's progress," she said, rewarding him with a big smile. "Did you think of me while you did it?"

"Do you really want me to answer that?"

"Probably not," she giggled. "If you did, should I be flattered or grossed out?"

"If you're flattered, I'll tell you about it more often."

"So, that wasn't the first time you thought of me?"

"I keep telling you, there's a freak hiding behind that good girl facade."

-

Another week slipped by as it usually does. Late in the afternoon, Wilson was leaning against wall behind his store with Kelly pulled up. Her little red car coughed and wheezed before shuddering to a stop. "Sounds bad," he said, not knowing a single thing about how to fix cars.

"It still runs," Kelly said, leaning against his car as he took another drag from his cancer stick. She shook her head. "I think we need a new rule. No smoking when you're around me."

"But if I don't smoke around you, how are you going to come up with another reason to let me feel you up?"

"Silly, we already worked that out, remember?"

As if listening to their conversation, her car gasped, shuddered, and coughed one more time. "You should really get that looked at."

"Let me help you quit smoking and I can," she joked, except she wasn't smiling as she said it.

"What if I said, 'Yes?'" he asked, not really meaning it, at least, he didn't think he did. "What would you be willing to do for any extra, um, . . ." he did some quick math in his head. "Let's say an extra $125 dollars a week?"

"You spend that much on cigarettes?" she gasped.

"Eight dollars a pack and I usually smoke around two packs a day."

"You're killing yourself," she said, looking stunned.

"Yeah, well, something's gonna get me," he said, giving his usual excuse.

"Stop it," Kelly said, stepping up to him. She pulled the cigarette from his mouth and crushed it. While Wilson stood shocked, she fished in his pocket for his pack. Holding it up and away from him, she crumbled it.

"Hey!" he protested.

"Hey nothing," she said, grabbing his hand and putting on her chest. "There, is that better?"

"No," he said, pulling his hand away, except she stopped him. She held his hand over her tit, pressing it there.

"I'm serious. You promise you won't smoke another cigarette the rest of today and tomorrow morning, and when you see me, you can touch me anywhere you want to."

"I'm not going to give you money to do it."

"I don't care," she said, squeezing his hand and making him rub her chest. "One day, that's all I'm asking. And it's not even one whole day."

"How do you know I won't cheat?" he asked, hyper aware that she still held his hand against her tit.

"I don't," she admitted before shaking her finger at him. "But you better not do it, Mister, okay?"

"You're crazy," he said.

"No, you are!" she insisted and when he began caressing both of her tits, she looked down at his hands. Instead of stopping him, she smile and joked, "Now you made my nipples hard. How am I supposed to work with hard nipples?"

"I could loan you some lotion," Wilson joked.

"No, save it. You'll need it tonight when you think about groping me in the morning."

-

Wilson got through the last couple hours of his shift without much trouble. He popped in on Kelly before he left for the day. "I'm going to do it," he told her.

"Do it for you, okay?" she said, giving him a big smile.

"But tomorrow, you're going to regret it," he warned. "One more question. Over or under your clothes?"

"Your choice. But no cheating!"

Wilson promised he wouldn't and got as far as the first traffic light towards home before he realized how challenging his night had begun. He caught the light exactly at red because the asshole in front of him refused to run the yellow. "Bastard," he muttered, tapping his hands on his steering wheel as he waiting out the long line of cars in both directions before his left turn arrow finally turned green. "About fucking time," he groaned, taking the turn and heading to home. The only thing that kept him from lighting up was the lack of a backup pack in his car. He passed the convenient store on the corner where he usually bought his smokes and kept rolling.

Once inside his house, he wandered turned on the TV for some noise, went to the big master bedroom he no longer shared with anyone and got undressed. He hung up his clothes and stayed naked. Wilson enjoyed being naked. Since his divorce, he spent as much time as he could naked. Why not? The house was his and he could any damn thing he wanted to do in it.

Dinner became leftovers from last night and he ate naked in front of the TV. It wasn't until he was finished eating that he felt an uncontrollable urge for a smoke. On the counter sat a carton containing three more packs near a drawer where he kept his extra lighters. If he didn't open one of those packs, he would be safe. He went back to the living room and stared blankly at the TV while tapping his fingers on the leather chair.

"You can do this," Wilson told himself, growing more agitated. "Think about Kelly. Think about those tiny little tittles and their pretty pink nipples." That helped. Remembering how her tits had looked in the bright sunlight behind their stores made him hard. If he was hard, he didn't feel as much like smoking. He caressed his hard-on and kept thinking about it.

Kelly had light yellow blonde hair. Her skin remained alabaster white year round. She sometimes joked she had two colors, white or red and nothing in between. If she had tanlines, that meant she was in pain. When he had pushed up her tight t-shirt, he had exposed her nipples to the great outdoors. He doubted they ever felt the sun on them. Her nipples were a stark pink color, not rose or the color brown his ex-wife's nipples turned after she tanned, just pink. Like the inside of a Victoria Secrets, that color pink.

He wondered if she shaved. Probably not. Well sure, her legs. Didn't all women shave their legs and their pits? He doubted Kelly shaved her pussy. "Find out," he told himself. Tomorrow, when he touched her everywhere, he could shove his hand inside her panties and feel for himself. His cock throbbed as he enjoyed that idea. He considered her eyebrows. Kelly hated her blonde eyebrows because they were so light, it didn't look as if she had any. Was her pubic hair like that? Oh fuck, that would be sexy!

He rubbed his cock. He didn't rub himself enough to get off, just enough to make himself throb even more. Yeah, that felt good, really good. He got up and fixed a drink. He sipped at the bourbon over ice and obsessed about Kelly. Was she really that desperate for cash? What if he did it? What if he paid her his cigarette money week after week? What would that buy him? Would she blow him? Fuck him? More?

Wilson released a small groan as he considered the thought of Kelly on her knees in front of him. He pictured her pretty blue eyes staring up at him as her full, pouting lips slipped up and down his shaft. Did she even do that? He knew she wasn't a virgin because he had called her one while she was engaged and she insisted she wasn't a virgin and hadn't been one for a very long time. It was after they broke up that her money problems began and he realized why. They had been living together, sharing expenses and now she was shouldering them herself.

He found it tough imagining what a good, church-going girl like Kelly might or might not do in bed. Wilson had never found himself attracted to good girls. He liked women with an edge, someone slightly dangerous, like his ex-wife. He pushed away the thought of Betty and went back to thinking about Kelly. How far would Kelly go?

-

Wilson drank himself into a stupor and kept a hard-on all night. He tried jerking off before he went to bed and couldn't. Fucking "whiskey dick." He could barely keep it up for his fevered fantasies. Giving up, he took a shower and went to bed.

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