Collateral (Open)

She was being devoured by him. His hands spread her wider, leaving nothing hidden. Fingers found her breast, squeezing and molding it to his desire. Heat and fire was being fanned by him, his tongue plunging deep, deeper still.

Then he found that magic spot and against her will, her hips pressed into his face. A will of their own. She was lost in feeling where nothing made sense.

Fingers rubbed in her wetness, playing havoc with her senses as the world dropped away and she didn't know the song came from her own lips. It was all fireworks shooting off before her eyes, her body twitched as the guttural scream accompanied the sudden rush of cream that filled his mouth. Her breast swelled to the panting of her breath. Heart pounding a crazy beat.

She was lost in the passion and the only way back was by hanging onto him while the world spun out of control.

He smiled to himself as her whole body convulsed, her hips driving her sex into his face, her lips
Convulsed around his fingers as she came, her pussy growing even hotter and slicker to the touch.

As her passion slowly receded, he pulled his head free of her pussy and slid closer to her

"Well with that scream they will have no doubt to what we do in here" he told her with a smile as he shifted, settling between her thighs
His member was long and thick, heavy veins wrapping about the pole of flesh in his hands, it still glistened with the spittle he had worked free of her throat

He shifted, and using one hand, slid the thick head of his cock against her fiery slick lips
"Oh Jesus Shannon" he said as he shifted it, coating the broad head in her slick orgasm

Then he Leaned into her, slowly parting her pussy, as he drove his stem into her red flower, one long slow drive, until his hips met her thighs, he impaled the quivering beauty

She slowly drifted back to earth as his voice, somewhat amused, broke through to her.

"Well with that scream they will have no doubt to what we do in here

And with that she blushed. The room felt hot and Marcus was too close. His face still wet with her. She thought it was over but it wasn't.

He was rubbing something broad and slick between her legs. Mixing her residue with his. The press in was tight. This was still too new and he felt unbelievably large.

Oh Jesus Shannon

His cock head scraped along the sides of her moist channel, setting off little quivers inside her. She could feel each lump and bump along the way. He slid in slow , the snug fit feeling incredible. Until the length of it finally rested completely within. Her back arched as she felt his hips against her. Her outer lips felt stretched around the base of him. His hair tickled her hair.

She felt split in two and yet completely filled. How could this feel so wrong and yet so right? The first time, her maiden voyage, she had basically missed most of it because of the alcohol. But this time she was aware of everything. The feel of her bare tits rubbing against his clothes, his hands on her body, setting off little fires of desire with each touch.

She was there, skewered tight on his long shaft.

As her back arched he scooped one muscular arm underneath if her, holding her to him, his eyes devouring the swell of her breasts as they swayed on her chest

His hips began to shift slowly, pumping his meat into her in a slow hunger sated pace as he felt her quivering loins. She Was unbelievably tight. Unbelievably hot, and unbelievably wet.

The room echoed with their heavy breathing and the slow soft sound of her flesh receiving his

Long slow shifts of his hips ended with a quiet slap, resulting in her hefty breasts bouncing ever so slightly

Again and again he pumped into her, slow purposeful strokes as he rebelled
In the feel of her cock gobbling cunt


He just couldn't take it. He felt his hefty balls begin to tend a she watched the firm swell of flesh on her chest bounce with the soft slap of his hips on her thighs. Her nipples were roses red and rigid, calling to him

"Oh god Shannon" he growled. He looked around for anything to catch his seed. Something somewhere that he could spill his ecstasy

Just then her mouth opened with a soft moan


With his strong arm sliding up her back, he pulled his cock from her hungry pussy in one swift move. His arm slid further up her back as he leaned up. His massive member drew a line of glistening juices over her left breast as
He pulled her close, his hand slid higher and higher up her back, until he could grip the hair on her head. And he pulled her face close to his cock.

His other hand gripped his hefty shaft, stroking his member as he parted
Her mouth with his swollen head just as he came

"Oh shittttt!!!!" He growled as his cock throbbed in his hand, and his member spewed his seed in her mouth

He held her close and the warmth of his body seemed to seep through his clothes. She expected the material to catch fire.

His movements set off a chain reaction. He started to pull out only to push back in. Her breath caught in her throat. Friction set off fireworks deep inside her. Out and back in. Out and in. Each time it felt as if he pushed deeper and deeper into her.

Oh god Shannon

What had she done now? She had no control over what was happening! His arm held her tight. She was along for the ride. He was the one driving the vehicle.

"Nooooo" it came out more like a drunk moan. She felt his arm sliding up her back. Higher and higher until his hand was in her hair. He pulled and she wanted to protest. She closed her eyes, trying to be anywhere other than naked beneath him.

The odor was strong. Familiar and yet new. Wetness touched her lip, slid between the pale lips as she opened her eyes. His cock slipped into her mouth just as his seed blast forth. All she could do was swallow though her stomach momentarily lurched and threatened to reject his offering.

Oh shittttt!!!!

She realized the smell was both him and herself. His seed filled her mouth: threatened to overflow. She swallowed hard. She tasted herself and him.

She tried to keep up with him but some of it dribbled into her tit. She should be used to this by now.

Her eyes looked deep into his. His look held raw sex.

He watched her struggle at the realization, but then surrender to it, as he came in her mouth. His broad thick head filling her mouth. Her luscious lips wrapped around the head. He could feel her swallowing his seed as his member throbbed and twitched bursts of his musky pleasure filled we mouth


A thick gob slipped out around her lip, the thick pearly goo slipping down her chin and landing on one perky titty

He leaned his head back as his orgasm began to pass. She finally stopped swallowing and he looked down at the fiery haired beauty suckling on his cock

"That's a good girl. Swallow it all" he told her as he shifted, letting his meat work more into her mouth.

"Get my cock good and clean. Lick every last inch of it" he said in a grouch voice as he watched his lovely new thing servicing him

"Take good care of my cock and I'll take good care
If you" he told her as he released her head, letting that hand slip down to you with her heavy breast, the one with out his spunk on it

That's a good girl. Swallow it all

He began to press more into her mouth. No sooner did she swallow all his seed than his cock began to follow. Once again filling her mouth with that appendage that he seemed to favor.

Get my cock good and clean. Lick every last inch of it. Take good care of my cock and I'll take good care
If you

She had seen how he took care of her. Sex and new clothes. Sex and food. Sex and...more sex. He said tonight she was his eye candy. That was her job. To just be eye candy. She hoped he meant it. To wear a pretty dress. Smile and say nothing.

She wrapped her lips around the long large cock in her mouth. Felt his fingers rolling her bright rosy nipple between them. His seed cooling on the other tit, still naked beneath him. She longed for her dress. Something to hide her. To try and keep some secrets.

She slid him out of her mouth. His cock like a new penny - shiny from her spit. She wanted to get back to his place and take a bath. Remove the smell of sex off of her body. Wash her mouth out. Wonder if she could get a toothbrush and toothpaste? Maybe get some of this taste from her mouth.

She looked up at him. Did she dare say something? Or would it lead to more sex? Didn't they have a deadline? Still had hose and shoes to get. That shouldn't take too long. She finally chanced it.

"May I please get dressed now?" She motioned to the velvet dress puddled on the floor.

He watched as she finally released his member. Her cleaning had been tentative and he had enjoyed his cock being suckled as his body recovered from the orgasm. His member slid down over her body as he stepped back, releasing her

"Sure. We can stop somewhere on our way back to my apartment" he told her as he pulled his pants back up from his ankles, and buttoned them

He glanced over at he gorgeous redhead sprawled on the bench. A small gob of cum glistening in her tit, and a little smudge on her chin where it had oozed out when she was unable to swallow as fast as he filled her

"You missed some" he said as he. Oriole's to his own chest and then his own chin

"Yeah sure. We can stop by somewhere when we get your stockings" he told her as he adjusted his shirt

"I'm gonna take these and go settle up while you get dressed" he told her. He grabbed the other dresses, stopped to pull the tag off the one she had been wearing. Then he ducked out of the room, leaving his eye candy sprawled on the bench and spent. His own body still light and tingling from the earth shattering orgasm he had


Why hadn't he been using daughters as collateral sooner? He asked himself as he strode up to the register and began to pay

She lay there sprawled on the couch, naked and open still to him. She watched him pull himself back together. His cock tucked away, his shirt buttoned. He could so easily make himself presentable. If only she could do it so easily.

He grabbed the dresses and left her alone, pointing out that she had missed a bit of his seed on her breast as he closed the door behind him. She wiped the glob off her nipple and was left with the only way to clean herself.

Her fingers wiped it off and lifted it to her lips. The smell and taste was familiar. It was him. Something she was becoming very familiar with. A flavor she was developing a taste for. Quite against her will.

She pulled her legs together and crossed to pick up the dress from where it lay on the floor. She quickly slipped it on and turned to leave. She saw her reflection in the mirrors. So many Shannons. Each alike. Her hair wild from sex. The dress somehow hung on her. Hiding sexual desires. Pretty wrapping over a whore.

She took a deep breath and crossed to the door. She could delay no longer.

The air in the rest of the store was surprisingly cooler. She walked out and saw Marcus talking to the man at the cash register, laughing.

She heard a noise to her left. It was the woman. Her eyes said it all. The woman was society and Shannon was the whore. She raised an eyebrow at Shannon before stepping into the just vacated dressing room.

"Whew! This room needs an airing." Her look was critical of Shannon. If they wondered about the sound, one whiff of the air in the room screamed sex. Shannon's face colored and she walked over to the door, waiting for Marcus. Wished she could distance herself from it all.

Did dad even have any idea what he was getting her into? Did he care? Shannon began to wonder just why mom had left. She kept her eyes down, not wanting to meet the mute accusations of others.

Marcus was joking with the man at the counter. The man was not near bold, or even rude, enough to give him a difficult time over there use of the fitting room.

He turned as Shannon strode out and he smiled at her. The dress did bring out her fair skin and fiery hair. She really was something marvelous.

A ew more moments to receive his change and he had a bag in his arm

He turned to Shannon

"Alright then. Another stop or two before heading back?" He told her as he reached out to her, putting his hand in her hip and pulling her close


He walked her out to the car, then realized that there was a small drug store across the street for all the things she might need


"Come. Let's just go there"
He said as he gestured at the drug store. There was a small garments shop beside it where they might be able to get her hose too

"I bet we can find the little noise making hosiery there" he said with a grin as he gestured towards the other shop

He glanced down at his time piece. The affair was more of a supper, early afternoon to late night kind of event.

"Now we don't have all the time in the world. Especially if we are to get your hair done" he said with a wink. Then he pulled out a 10$ bill

"You get what you need from the garments shop and meet me out front" he told her as they crossed the street. Then he turned to the small drug store without a glance back or a warning if she should try n leave

She crushed the bill in her hand and watched his back as he left her without so much as a backwards glance. The urge to run was strong. She stood for a moment, undecided. She couldn't get far but she could... He would catch her. Punishment. Besides, she had given her word. And he would hurt dad.

She turned and headed for the store. She saw his reflection in the store window. No wonder. He had probably been watching her in the store window. Nothing left to chance.

She stepped inside the store. The sales lady helped. A box of stockings and a garter belt. There was money left. She hesitated a moment. Then added a pair of panties to her purchases. She took the bag and headed back outside.

She stood and waited, just a bit nervous. She almost lost her nerve, almost returned to the store. But then she saw him coming out of the store. Too late.

He had finished up quickly. He had seen her pause ever so briefly when she had been going to get what she needed. And he did not want to leave it to chance, or trust, it was training and discipline that should keep her in line. Fear

He had quickly gotten a new razor. Some ladies soaps and hair stuff. Brush and toothbrush. Anything he could think of. Once he payed he went to the store window, hiding behind a s display he watched to see what she would do.

Not long after he had finished he watched a gorgeous vibrant young red head step out of the store. She stood there demurely as if waiting for someone


He smiled as he watched for another minute, then he headed out the door, crossed the street to the car.

"Alright. Let's go get cleaned up for tonight" he said as he held up the bag he had gotten from the store

"Picked up some other stuff I thought you might need"

He said as he opened the door for her, gesturing her in

Back through the maze of streets they followed the invisible trail to the apartment. Already in 2 days, she had done more travel than her entire life up to meeting Marcus.

Her thoughts turned to dad. Was he even trying to get her back? A job? Another card game? If she was a betting girl...

She hoped there was bubble bath stuff in there. Hadn't had one in years.

His place was familiar yet strange. She headed for the bedroom, dumping the bag he bought her on the bed. Grabbed what was needed before heading for the bathroom.

A tub full of bubbles. Shaving her legs and under her arms. Clean hair. Clean body. At least for a while. She had closed the door but for how long? A real moment to herself. She dunked herself under the scented water. Wash away the smell of life.

She had been quiet for the quick ride home, he had been distracted by plans for the evening. He had not reached out to anyone, and had not heard anything, about the heist he had made last night



They parked and got out. Just as soon as they were inside his apartment she was rummaging through the bag and into the bathroom

He had gone and set out his clothes, taking the time to iron his shirt, jacket, and pants. He was stripped down to his pants when he walked into the bathroom

He stepped up to the sink and began to run the water as he grabbed his shaving cream and brush

He turned to the tub, watching as shanon popped up from beneath the bubbles
"Feeling any better?"

She popped up from under the sudsy water. It felt so good to be clean. And he was there. At least for a little while she had time for herself.

He stood there. Just his pants on. Broad chest. Strong arms. She knew what those pants hid. His eyes trying to see through the bubbles but at this moment they couldn't. Hiding in something so fragile. The man was really very good looking He should have a different girl on his arm every night. He certainly had the ego for it.

Feeling any better?

"Yes. Thank you.

She dunked once more. Nope, he was still there though he had gone back to shaving. She pulled the plug and quickly got out of the tub. Grabbing a towel and keeping her back to him, she dried off and wrapped the towel around herself.

In the bag of goodie he bought her was a comb and brush. A few minutes combing the snarled hair. At the beauty salon they would do the rest.

She put on the garter belt. Sitting on the corner of the bed, she carefully slid on the silks. So smooth. Like baby's skin. Her first pair of silk stocking. They felt so decadent. She slowly ran her hand up her leg. It's mate lay in the box. Once on, she rubbed her legs together and the sound was there. thwip thwip she briefly smiled then finished her dressing

She had decided to just ignore Marcus. She kept hoping that dad would call to say he'd managed to get the money. In a way, that hope beat in her breast. It was a crap shoot but...

She carefully took the purple dress off the hanger. Long pleats of purple fabric covered each breast, then fell from the waist and filled the skirt. She crossed to where the shoes sat in their box. She placed the unused purchased items over out of the way. The panties hidden in among the other stuff. She'd wear those with her velvet dress. Everyday stuff.

He watched her through the mirror when she finally rose, catching a fleeting glimpse of her profile as she turned her back to him. He didn't mind, she had pert ass
And shapely hips!

Then she was gone and he was back to shaving and getting himself ready for the evening. He had to look sharp. He had to be on point. He wasn't sure how his boss would react when he told him what he'd done. But his boss deserved a big cut and if he heard anything about it before Marcus told him, he'd be a goner for sure.

He shaved and brushed his teeth. Groomed his hair and then tossed on some shaving cream before stepping back into the room


"Wow. I seem to have forgotten how good you look on that dress" he said as he eyed the way each strap of fabric wrapped around each bread. The swelling line o cleavage that was put in display was tempting. Very very tempting

He equaled over to his closet and pulled out his shirt and jacket, but he didn't put them on. Instead he pulled on a plain undershirt and then turned to the door

"Alright. Let's go get your hair done" then he walked out

She followed him back out to the car. He at least always seemed to hold the car door open for her. She didn't think that it was manners, though she didn't know really couldn't think just why. Making sure she didn't run away?

She climbed into the car and sat back, watching the city wind past the window. She had never had her hair styled before. She was looking forward to this new adventure.

She glanced at him. He didn't appear completely dressed in formal wear. So, what was going on?

The city flew by as he headed out of his own little burrow and towards the city. But he had not decided exactly how to go about the rest of the day. In one hand he could leave her at the salon and go pick up his stash. Then he could stop by the washers and grab a shirt and jacket. He was worried he wouldn't make it back in time though. He assumed that she would wait. She had nowhere to go. In uptown she would be lost, but they still had bus service and she could easily make her way outta there, but he didn't think she would

He was starting to trust her, and that was no good. She was collateral, and while he held onto her like a bakers note he could use her to make a few moves himself. That's all this was. Business

And as he thought this he let his eyes wander over to her. Watching the way her chest heaved in the dress with every breath. The soft flesh of her breasts squeezed together in a delicious line of cleavage. Her fragile slender neck, her gracefull cheek bones and alabaster skin. Her toned silky legs, and her fiery hair.

"I gotta make a stop. We can go before we do your hair or after. Which would you prefer" he asked as he let his hand come to rest on her thigh, the dress was cut so that her leg slipped out of a slit in the material, he smiled at the silky feel of her.

She sat and watched as they zipped around the city. Patterns were starting to appear. Places that they passed on a regular basis, places that they visited on a regular basis. She wasn't sure exactly what all he was in to, and she suspected that she didn't really want to know. He always had money, always had some plan, some game that he was playing. All she could hope was if bullets started flying that she could duck quick enough.

His eyes were on her. She could feel it even without looking at him. She kept her head turned away looking out the window, cause she was afraid that if she looked at him, he would pull the car over somewhere and have another go at her. 'Slow, even breaths', she told herself. It surprised her when he spoke.

I gotta make a stop. We can go before we do your hair or after. Which would you prefer

His hand was on her thigh, just above where her silk hose ended. She felt her sex clench in response to his hand being so close to it.

"If you leave me at the salon, you can run your errand and then come pick me up when you're through." He was quiet. She spoke in a small voice. "I have no money. And I gave my word. I can't run or you'll hurt my dad."

She so hoped he would say yes. It would give her a break tonight. She wasn't quite sure what to expect either during or after. Getting her hair done may be her only chance for a break from Marcus.

He thought about it as he ski his hand along her leg absentmindedly. It was really the only way he could get the things done that he needed to do

"Ok. I'll walk you in and get you set up. But then I'll have to run a few errands. I won't pay for you, so they won't let you bolt" he told her as his hand lifted from her thigh to grip the wheel

"But you can have them do whatever you like. Your a beautiful girl and I want you absolutely radiant tonight" he told her a she pulled up on front of a stylish parlor

"Here we are" he said as he stepped out and around the car, opening the door for her. Then he led her in


He quickly had her ushered in, smoothly explaining his need for a quick capable hand, and lying about his current state of dress, sort of

"Oh yes I must run and get my suit, but spare nothing for her. I want her sparkling like the ruby she is" he said as he left

He hopped in the car and raced towards the small dive they had visited earlier, gathering the pile of cash he had stashed earlier

Ok. I'll walk you in and get you set up. But then I'll have to run a few errands. I won't pay for you, so they won't let you bolt. But you can have them do whatever you like. Your a beautiful girl and I want you absolutely radiant tonight.

They pulled up in front of a place. All posh with its name in gold letters. Radiancy Spa and Salon! Inside was all quiet and plushness. Pale pink and Mauve. He was busy giving instructions to some women that looked like she smelled something bad. Then Marcus left and the woman ushered her into a small room.

She kept sucking through her teeth as she looked her over.

"Not bad, but dear! <suck> Your hair! Have you never had it cut?" She nodded, not telling her that it was either her or her mom that did it.

They stripped the gown off her and put a wrapper over her nudity. She was thankful that for once she didn't smell of Marcus' seed. Shampoo and rinse. It was pure luxury when the woman began massaging her scalp. She wanted never to leave. All her life it was scrubbing her scalp and cleaning her hair with whatever was available. But all this was sweet smelling and softness. The woman showed her a picture of what she planned on doing to her hair. The hair in the picture was almost the same red as hers.

Someone came in and slipped off her shoes, massaging her feet and polishing her toenails. Someone else worked on her hands and arms, slathering lotion before painting her nails. For the final bit, a different woman came in and applied very minimal makeup.

She was ushered into a room where she was redressed, her shoes slipped back on. The face that looked back at her surprised her. She looked beautiful! She thought that maybe they had tarted her up. But they hadn't. Whatever they had done really drew attention to her green eyes. She looked like a movie star.

They placed her in a room and she waited for Marcus.

IHe knew he had some time, not exactly as much as he would like though. He stopped back by his stash, only throwing the briefest of bids to his fella thugs before heading to the back where he couldn't help but smile when he thought of how delicious she had been. How utterly warm and yielding to him. But he didn't have time to linger




He grabbed the bag and left. This time he headed to a different dry cleaner all together. It one that was subject to the mob. But one that serviced the mob.

He walked in and pulled out a fresh bill, proffering it to the well groomed
Man by the door
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And soon he was on his way.

He pulled up in front of the salon, his bag safely Stowe's in the trunk. He headed in without a hesitation

Then he stopped, his breath slipped and he lost his train of though. Fiery waves crashed over her shoulders, her slender neck and classic features framed in ruby fire


"Wow" he said as he let his eyes meet her emerald gaze as he stepped closer

"Maybe I should take you somewhere else" he said half to himself as he drank her in

He reached out a hand and offered her his arm

"Come let us get out of here" he said, as he produced another bill and slipped it to the hostess who had been approaching. The two left , arm in arm.

"You are stunning" he said as he pulled the car door open for her

"I hope you can dance"

They ushered her into the lobby as he entered. The reaction made her stomach do flips. He seemed stunned. Stunned! At how she looked. The purple dress, the hair, the whole package.

Wow

His eyes met hers and she held her breath as he came closer.

Maybe I should take you somewhere else

It was more of a mumble than a statement as he offered his arm. He was treating her nice, almost like a date instead his property. Collateral.

Come let us get out of here

She felt as if she were gliding, walking on a cloud. He was dressed for success, looking sharp.

You are stunning

"Thank you." She felt shy and quiet, Not expecting such a positive reaction.

I hope you can dance

"A little." Her Dad had taught her, letting her stand on his feet when she was 6 or 7 so she could learn the steps. Alone while her Dad went gambling, she would dance in her darkened living room, music seeping through their wall from next door. She wasn't sure just what to expect tonight.

During the drive he was very conflicted


When they had left the salon the heads of everyone they passed turned for her, and maybe one or two for him, but every man drank her in. The sun was dancing off of her hair, it was like watching fire spill down a mountainside. Her wavy locks shimmered in the sun, and her full round breasts were the swelling mountains. The purple fabric of the dress came down in wide hands that were stretched taught to contain her flesh. And the flesh fought to escape. Every step seems to set them jiggling ever so slightly


Hell he had a hard time walking without trying to stare himself


They had finally gotten in the car and began to head down the road, and out of town. And as they drive his body began to do his thinking. Repeatedly he glanced over at her. The at his watch. He cursed himself every time. They did. It have any time to stop

The bosses villa was a good way out of the city. And he knew he didn't want to be late

"Good. I just hope that dress can hold up to it too" he said when she told him she had some dancing experience

"Then again. It might be ok if it didn't" he said with a grin as he eyes her and imagined all the attention she would get

"If I needed a distraction. How easy would it be for one of your tits to slip out?" He asked, it would be a great distraction for the night, or perhaps a payment to a friend in something other than cash? And he had to admit he wanted to see her again. He was aching for her again, he was swelling for her again

"Show me how you might accidentally pop out of that" he told her as his eyes spent lesss time in he road, and more on her.

She didn't trust him any further than she could spit. She had seen the look in his eyes: the hunger, the desire. IF she had been a betting woman, she would have bet the money she didn't have that tonight when they got back to his apartment, he would expect sex from her until he passed out. The man had an insatiable appetite for it. But tonight, she was going to be meeting his bosses, apparently. And he wanted to make a good impression.

It worried her that he kept glancing at her as he drove. Once or twice he had had to swerve back on the road.

Good. I just hope that dress can hold up to it too

She could see the gears turning in his head and his next words caused her stomach to dip.

Then again. It might be ok if it didn't. If I needed a distraction. How easy would it be for one of your tits to slip out?

She closed her eyes and turned her face to the window, not to look out but to look away from him, hiding her blush.

Show me how you might accidentally pop out of that

"Please don't make me. Not while you're driving. I thought that you wanted something with class this evening, to make a good impression on your boss. You said he has a big house. It's a mansion? Does he have a tennis court and riding stables? I saw that mentioned in a magazine once about some famous movie star. I've never seen any of those. Will there be a lot of people at the party?"

She asked him questions about where they were going. Anything to get his mind off of her body. She had never looked this good before. When she had looked at herself in the mirror at the salon, she didn't think that she looked like a whore at all.

How did he plan on introducing her? It probably wouldn't be by her name. More like "my good time girl" or "the girl I fuck"? Maybe "my hot bit of stuff". He could always say "she's just collateral". Guess any of them would be true.

She wished they would hurry up and get there.