Wilson's Whore

"No."

"Give me a cigarette or I'm going to make you do things you don't want to do."

"I'll take my chances."

"Give me your hand," he said, reaching for her right arm. He pulled it away from the register stand. He pressed her hand flat against her lower belly, just beneath her belly button. "Either give me a cigarette or you get to do it."

Kelly's big blue eyes went wide. "Do what?" she asked, afraid she already knew the answer.

"Play with yourself," he confirmed. "Either get off for me or give me a cigarette." He urged her hand lower until her fingertips touched the top of her panties.

"Wilson, please," she pleaded. "You can do this."

"I can if you can," he smirked. His grin did not look kind.

"But I've never. . . I mean, I can't. . ."

"You will," he said, using his other hand to snap the elastic band of her panties over her fingertips. "Or, you can give me my smokes."

"If I do this, you have to promise you won't bother me for a cigarette between now and six o'clock." They both got off work at six.

"You have to have an orgasm," he qualified. "You do have those, don't you?"

Kelly had no idea how red her face must look as she nodded. She couldn't remember feeling this embarrassed and ashamed of herself. She couldn't answer his question with words but she managed a nod. Of course she knew what it was like to have orgasms. Tom used to give her orgasms, lots of them. So did Kevin, her only other boyfriend. She liked orgasms. They felt dangerous all by themselves. Having one orgasm always made her want more and sometimes, that happened. Sometimes, like when Tom was going down on her, she would have a bunch of them in a row.

"I can't," she whimpered as he urged her hand farther inside her panties. She felt where her pubic hair started.

"Then give me my cigarettes." Wilson stopped punishing her hand as his smirk became more cruel looking. He had trapped her between giving up or giving in.

"You're mean," Kelly said, easing her hand farther inside her panties until her middle finger touched her clitoris. She was inexperienced, not stupid. She had explored down there. She knew where to touch, how to do it, and what would happen if she kept going. She would make herself climax without a man's help. Providing herself pleasure without the assistance of another felt selfish, as if she was taking from the world without giving back. Except maybe that wasn't true this time? Wilson clearly wanted her to do it and, if she did it, wasn't she keeping him away from his cigarettes for two more hours?

Her body ached for a caress from anyone, including herself. She felt hot between her legs, feverish and slick with need. Her clitoris felt swollen as it ached, begging to be stroked, rubbed, or diddled. She pressed two fingers against the soft nub, trapping it between those fingers as she rubbed in a small, tight circle. She bit her bottom lip. Damn, that felt good. Too good. Maybe not as good as when Tom had pressed against her, when Tom had filled her pussy with his hard cock and would rub against her clit with the rest of his body. That felt really good and she missed it. She missed that sensation of being filled by him much more than she ever missed him.

A soft gasp escaped her lips as she fought to keep her eyes open. She was the one facing the front door, not Wilson. She needed to pay attention incase a shopper wandered inside in search of the perfect t-shirt for her grandson. She groaned in need, rushing what she was doing, desperately seeking the relief her body craved, relief she hadn't felt in more than two months. Not since she discovered Tom was a two-timing bastard.

Climaxes always felt like a bursting dam to her. She felt the sensations of pleasurable tension building inside of her, tightening, binding and building in pressure until it could happen. A dam didn't burst in slow motion. A tiny crack would quickly break apart and release all the pressure built up behind it. Sometimes it was a big dam, filled with deep, frigid water. Sometimes it was a shallow dam barely holding back the trickle of a small stream. She felt this dam increasing in height as the water behind it grew deeper, the pressure building until that tiny crack burst forth.

"Oh God! Oh God! Oh God!" she cried out as it happened, hating herself for every vainful cry. She felt as if she suddenly developed Tourette's syndrome and couldn't hold back the swear words. Her entire body rocked as its pent-up need was released until she felt so out of control that she reached for Wilson, holding his shoulder for support as her knees threatened to give out.

"Well steal my clothes and fuck me running," he said with a wide eyed, surprised look on his face. "There's no way you just faked that."

"No shit," she sighed, quickly pulling her wet fingers out of her panties before her body asked for more. She held him for a moment longer before trusting her legs. Still panting, she found a smile and showed it to him. "So now you'll wait until six?"

"Hell yes," he whispered, finding a smile of his own. This time, his smile lit up the rest of his face and he looked truly happy.

Wilson's smile continued as he stepped back inside his store. He still wanted a smoke but thought he could last another two hours. He glanced at the time and saw it wasn't even two more hours. Yeah, he could make it that long. "If you need me, I'll be at my desk," he told his help and discreetly kept racks between them and his hard-on.

-

At one minute after six o'clock, Wilson pushed open the back door of his story, free at least. Within seconds, the neighboring back door swung open and Kelly stepped out. "You're a bad man," she said the moment she saw him.

"Me? What did I do?"

"You made me do something I've never done before!"

"Where are my cigarettes?" he asked, noticing her hands were empty.

"Oh, did I forget those inside? Darn. What could I have been thinking?" she asked with a big smile.

Wilson expected as much. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a twenty and a five dollar bill. "Got change?"

"For what?"

"Well, three packs of smokes cost me $24. I've got $25 here and thought I could buy a blowjob from you."

"That's not how this works," Kelly frowned.

"Sure it is," Wilson insisted. "I pay you my cigarette money and you have sex with me, right?"

"I'll do sex things with you if you don't smoke and you give me your cigarette money," she amended.

"Isn't that what I just said?"

Kelly kept frowning as she contrasted and compared the two ways of saying it, looking for how he had it wrong. "You can't give me money you're going to spend on cigarettes and then find new money."

"I don't have any more money," Wilson said, watching her reaction to see if she understood. Her blank stare said she didn't. "I'm trying to tell you, I have twenty-five dollars. I don't get paid until tomorrow and this is all the money I have. If I give it to you, I can't buy cigarettes. But, if I keep it, I can." The light going on in her eyes told him she understood.

"But if I want that money, I have to earn it," she said, demonstrating her understanding. "How do I know you won't just hit the ATM machine on the way home?"

"What if I give you my wallet?" he offered, pulling from his back pocket. "I'll keep my driver's license and insurance card and you can have the rest."

"In exchange for a blowjob," she specified. He nodded. "And where would we go? I'm not going to blow you in your car."

"Follow me home. I'll put some porn on the TV, get naked and you can get me off. When you're done, you can go home if you want."

Kelly hesitated, pondering if she trusted him enough to follow him home. "How do I know you won't try anything funny?"

"You don't, but I can show you my aquariums, too."

Wilson had talked about his aquariums. Apparently, he owned six of them scatter through-out his house and each filled were filled with a different kind of fish. It was the closest he came to a hobby and he would talk about them at the drop of a hat. "I want to see the one in your bedroom first," she insisted.

"But I don't have one in there."

"Good, then there's no reason to show me your bedroom," she smirked, glad she avoided that compromising room.

"Sweetheart, I live alone. Any room can be my bedroom when it comes to sex."

Kelly swallowed hard. She hadn't considered that. "We need rules. I won't get naked. We do it in your living room. And I'm leaving right afterwards."

"You have to swallow," Wilson added.

"Why wouldn't I?" Kelly asked, confused. She always swallowed unless her boyfriend made her stop before he got that far. Sometimes, Tom would do that. He would make her stop sucking him and insist on fucking her. She didn't mind because she liked fucking Tom, except she liked feeling him shooting off inside her mouth, too.

"I think you should grab my cigarettes before we leave."

"Why?"

Wilson caressed her pretty cheek. His touch was remarkably soft and gently while the tone of his words felt like the opposite. "Because this is really wrong. You shouldn't be doing this and I'm going to do everything I can to scare you away. I'm a pervert, remember?"

"I'll take my chances," Kelly said, worried, but too prideful to grab his cigarettes.

-

Rubbing the front of his pants and thinking about how he might humiliate Kelly once they reached his house nearly kept Wilson's mind off his lack of cigarettes. He should have pressed harder for her to get naked, too. Oh well, next time he would. His hard-on strained inside his pants as he pulled into his driveway and he was glad. He wanted her to know he was hard and serious about getting one hell of a blowjob from her.

The stale smell of old cigarettes filled his lungs as soon as he swung open the door. It was a familiar, welcoming aroma; one he remembered from growing up with two smokers. When he was a kid, there were always two smokers in his house. Aside from his mom's chain smoking, each man she dated smoked, too. Some of those men lasted longer than others, like Larry. He had lived with them nearly three years before bailing.

Once Lori had left him for Mr. Money Bags, Wilson had gone to work fixing up the house they had bought together. In exchange for not fighting the divorce, her new husband had bought out their mortgage, reducing Wilson's living expenses by over eight hundred dollars a month. The reduced expenses made the small salary he earned enough for him. He wasn't rich, far from it, but he had enough. He held open the front door for her.

"Oh wow," Kelly said as soon as she crossed the threshold. Behind two couches pushed into the corner was a long row of aquariums stretched the length of one wall, turned a corner and extended the length of a next one. Colorful fish gracefully swam among beautiful underwater scenery. "They're beautiful! Is that one tank?"

"Actually, it's four tanks," he said, proud to show off his handiwork.

"Are they built into the wall?"

"Yes and no," he said, describing how they rested against the studs. He showed her how he could access the back of the tanks from closet doors on the opposite side. Along the way, he revealed there were four different tanks, supporting four different kinds of fish that could never share the same body of water. It created a beautiful illusion of being underwater.

The other two tanks were small ones used as accent decorations. Wilson emptied ashtrays while giving her a tour of the house, except for his bedroom, never realizing how he kept an ashtray in every room. "Do you think smoking hurts the fish?"

"They're probably going through withdrawal, just like me," he said, openly eyeing Kelly's simple beauty. She wore nothing more exotic than a tight t-shirt and jeans. True, neither left much to the imagination. Her t-shirt appeared painted on and any detail missing from her breasts he could imagine, like the pretty pink color of her nipples.

"Is it really that hard?" she asked, leading the way back to his living room. She sat in the corner of his couch, which was the best spot for enjoying the wrap-around effect of his fish tanks. He sat in the corner of the neighboring couch where the two couches met. In square corner where the couches met was a square end table with a lamp and an overflowing ashtray. He spied half a butt that looked smokable.

"Harder than you can imagine," he said, fishing out that half cigarette from among the burnt butts. He held it up. "This looks very good to me right now."

-

Kelly couldn't imagine the battle raging inside of him but she knew how to distract him. She ran a hand across her chest, over excited nipples that had attracted attention all day. She squirmed with an aching need of her own. "Today really was the first time I ever gave myself an orgasm." She felt a stab of shame as her face heated up. She was blushing again and there was nothing she could do about it.

"Did it feel good?" he asked, looking past the half smoked cigarette in his hand. She nodded and Wilson saw through her. "It wasn't the first time you've yourself down there, was it?"

"But I've always stopped before it felt too good. Mama used to say a lady didn't do that. That was a man's job."

"Well, it's always more fun having someone else do it," Wilson agreed. "But what about when you don't have someone?"

She shrugged. "I go without."

"But you still get horny, don't you?"

"Oh hell yes," she said, squirming again, knowing she would do it again if he asked and that made her blush deepen.

Wilson put the butt aside and rubbed the front of his pants. "I do it every day, sometimes twice a day."

"You do not!" she giggled, sure he was joking.

"I told you, I'm a pervert. I do it all the time." Seeing the doubt on her face, he passed her the remote to his TV. "Turn it on and you can see the last channel I watched."

Wilson wore the same playful and mischievous smirk Kelly had learned to associate with his pranks. She liked his sense of humor and enjoyed how he shock and surprise her. She had tried turning the tables on him the day she flashed him and guessed had it worked since he still talked about it. How many of the things they had done in the last couple days would stick with him like that? She pointed the remote at the big TV, pressed the button, and gasped the moment it came to life.

Wilson started laughing. Through dumb luck, her timing couldn't have been better. His big screen flickered to life in time to show a pretty brunette with her mouth open like a baby bird as a naked, muscular man's larger than life worm hosed her tongue with his semen. "Coed College Cumsluts #12," he said, instantly recognizing the movie.

"Oh my G-!" Kelly substituted a letter instead of speaking vainly again. The longer she had lived away from home, the more foul language she began using, but some words still bothered her. Her head spun with questions. Wilson knew the title. How many times had he watched this movie? Was this his favorite movie? His favorite porn star?

Transfixed by graphic, raw, unbridled sex, Kelly couldn't pull her eyes away. The cute brunette, surely close to her age, smiled and waved at the camera as white semen leaked down her chin. She scooped up a long strand, pushing it between her painted lips before pulling on the big dick in front of her for one last drop. The scene dissolved to show a redhead smirking at the camera. The young woman got undressed, showing off a body no better than Kelly's. She crawled towards the camera as the view panned down to show a big dick. The nameless redhead began sucking on the nameless, faceless man holding the camera.

"She looks very talented," Kelly joked, finding her voice.

"Keep watching," he said, rubbing the lump inside his pants. See sweet, innocent Kelly watching porn felt sexy and he knew what happened next in the movie. This movie was a compilation of cumshot scenes from other movies. A bit of editing had removed most of the filler, leaving a shot of the girl getting naked, getting on her knees, and getting a mouthful, all in about five minutes.

"Oh wow," Kelly said, started again by how quickly it all happened. There was another dissolve before a new scene began. "Another blowjob?" she asked, looking over her shoulder at him. "You really like these movies, don't you?"

"I like real blowjobs better," he said, unfastening the front of his pants. Her eyes fell to his lap, watching his hands. Kelly stared without saying a word as Wilson pulled open his pants. He shimmied them off his waist until they were bunched up at his ankles. "I've already given you the last of my money until tomorrow. I guess you have two choices before we go too far."

Kelly's answer had her slipping to the floor in front of him. She took off his shoes and socks before pulling off his pants. She kept staring at the large lump inside his boxer briefs as he slowly caressed it. "Guess you have my answer," she said, reaching for the thick band of elastic around his waist. He pressed his hips upwards while she pulled and his hard cock sprang into view, naked, bare, and unadorned by the first sign of pubic hair. "I've never seen a man who shaved before," she said, studying the sexy smoothness of his hard cock and wrinkly ball sac. "It's like the guys in the porno movies."

"You've watched them before?" Wilson asked, surprised.

"A few times," Kelly blushed. She ran her hand up his thigh where he still had hair and reached around his cock. She caressed the soft, bare flesh around his firmness before circling her hand around his shaft. Wilson's cock was thick, much thicker than Kevin or Tom's, and longer, too. He didn't look freakishly large like the men in porn videos, but Wilson's cock easily the biggest she had known. She shimmied closer.

"I probably won't last long," he said, pushing a stray curl away from her face.

"It's okay. I won't stop until you're done," she promised. After all, he was paying for this and she owed him a full and complete blowjob.

She had learned to suck cock with Kevin. For month and after month, they did everything except go all the way while she had battled with her newfound sexuality. Eventually, he earned her virginity before heading off to college and breaking up with her. Then Tom had come along and Kelly had waited three months before he tried to do more than kiss her. Once they were engaged, he had wanted to go all the way, asking for it as if she had still been a virgin. She had never corrected him, creating a tiny piece of lingering guilt that clung to her.

Kelly had never imagined Wilson as a sexual partner. He was more than ten years her senior, divorced, and showed little interest in church. Still, he was funny, open, accepting, and handsome. She never understood why it felt safe telling secrets to him, but it did. Wilson teased her innocence without judging it.

Sucked on his shaved ball sac, pressing her face against his cock and looking up at him. Wilson stared at her with a stunned expression on his face. "That feels so good," he groaned, caressing the side of her face. He squirmed, rubbing against her face as he moaned again. "So hot. So very sexy."

Kelly licked up on his long shaft before putting his prick back between her lips. Sometimes, Kevin and Tom would moan when she licked or sucked them, but she couldn't remember them saying a word about her looking sexy doing it. She squirmed, feeling that familiar aching desire growing between her legs. She cupped her sex, pressing the seam of her jeans against her clitoris. The temptation to keep doing it was strong. She put both hands on Wilson, leaving herself needful.

"Look up at me," Wilson said. "I want to see your pretty blue eyes. I want to see your face with my hard cock inside your mouth." She did. "Yeah, like that, like a cocksuckng slut. Does that feel good? Do you like being paid to have my cock in your mouth?" Kelly kept him inside her mouth as she tried nodding in the affirmative. Wilson moved his hand behind her head, holding her curly locks as he pressed his hips upwards. "Suck it, slut. Suck my big cock."