Tow Yard Slut

[marine_biochild]

"Let me see your license," he says.

Annalise was having one hell of a night to say the least. She had taken her fathers Maserati GranTurismo to the club without his permission only to find it gone when she left with her friends at 3 am. What friends she had with her decided to bounce the moment she realized the car was gone. She hadn't had enough alcohol to deal with such an event but thankfully the push button notification on her phone allowed her to find out exactly where the car had been taken. A quick Uber ride left her in not only a bad neighborhood but a little nervous.

She wasn't sure what she had expected, and maybe it was the alcohol still surging through her veins that told her she would rather deal with her fathers wrath than step into such a terrifying place but against her better judgement she stepped out onto the curb. Wobbling slightly in her high heels she moved to the gate. A 'push for service button', angry junkyard dogs and even scarier owner later she was standing in the middle of a dingy room hoping beyond hope she could get that car sooner rather than later.

The sound of the man clearing his throat startled her. "Oh, right." She muttered digging in the small handbag she held to retrieve her license. "Here...um how long will this take?" She asked her words still slightly slurred from to many shots of fireball whiskey. Biting her lip she glanced around the room once more when he didn't answer, seeming to ignore her. Taking a deep breath she looked down to the couch, hesitant to sit. Deciding against it she tugged at the edge of her skintight dress. She was instantly aware of hos short it was in such an uncomfortable situation. She hadn't worried about the material that barely fell below her round behind but now, standing in the small room with a man who seemed to command power she found herself wishing she had worn something less revealing.

Trying to take her mind off of the small twisting pit that was her stomach at the moment she began to dig through her purse, pulling out a small mint before looking through her wallet. Her heart sank as she realized she didn't have any money on her. Had she truly spent all of her money on drinks? She glanced back to the man at the desk searching for a card machine only for her stomach to twist more violently. What would she do if he couldn't take cards? How would she pay? She couldn't go home without the car.

 

[CreepyFrank]

The buzzer. Amos and Andy barking their heads off. Frank shook his head and grabbed the shotgun. He looked at the clock. Close to 4am.

He opened the door just enough to peek out, and saw the girl standing by the gate, dressed like a felony, in a tiny little dress and heels. "Holy shit," he mumbled to himself. He had been fighting off sleep and loosing, but now he was wide awake.

She didn't look happy to see him, or the trailer. The coffee pot had a suspicious brown liquid in it. The old, funky-looking couch had so many stains it was impossible to know what color it was meant to be. Frank went behind a rickety looking desk and sat at an ancient looking computer. He was a big guy, 6'4" and heavy with muscle. He needed a shave and his face looked like it had been in a more than a few fights

"Let me see your license," he growled.

"Oh, right." She dug through her purse and came up with it. "Here...um how long will this take?" He looked up at her, eyes hard, glaring almost. He wasn't going to take any attitude from this spoiled bitch. It was her own fault she was here, not his. He looked back at the screen, and smiled.

"All done," he growled. "The car's not registered to you. I can't release it to you."

He glowered at her, daring her to make a scene. There was nobody else here but him anyway.

Technically, he was right, but they often turned a blind eye when it was clearly a daddy's-car situation. This girl, though. She was beautiful, rich, spoiled, the kind of girl who a guy like him could never get close to, normally. A lifetime of taking shit from spoiled assholes was bubbling up inside him, and he was going to take it out on this poor little rich whore.

Then he cracked a smile.

"Now, you can step outside and call your daddy if you want," he said, pointing to a sign that clearly stated NO CELLPHONE USE IN THE OFFICE. "Or maybe we can figure something out."

 

[marine_biochild]

"The car's not registered to you. I can't release it to you."

Her heart fell in her chest. What was she going to do? There was no way she could tell her father what was happening. She would be cut off, in so much trouble she would wish she hadn't been born. Her tuition flashed in her mind as he began to smile. Swallowing she started up at him. Had he been that tall when he answered the gate? She bit down on her plump bottom lip her eyes widening. What was she to do? There was no way she was leaving without this car.

His finger pointed to the sign on the wall as he offered the solution of calling her father, one she wouldn't take but then his grin turned much more sinister. Her fingers held tighter to her bag. She needed to look confident even if she was panicking inside. "I'm not going to call my father. You can see that it's my father's car. Just fill out the paperwork. I really need this fixed." She growled, standing taller on her heels, her chest pressing tighter into the fitted dress.

He spoke again and goosebumps trailed her skin. "What is it that you want?" She said quietly the fight raging within her. She refused to back down. She wouldn't lose this fight. "I'll do anything. I'll..I'll clean this office, I'll work here on weekends if it comes to it but I need this handled tonight." She growled. Her young age showing exactly how spoiled she truly was, to think that offering to work in the office would truly pay her debt.

 

[CreepyFrank]

"You'll do anything?" he said, with a grin. "Fair enough. I can think of a few things you can do for me. Let's get this handled tonight."

He took his phone from his pocket and turned the camera on. He pointed it at her. The light was bad in here, the video quality would be grainy as shit, he knew, but that was ok. It would serve the purpose.

"All right," he said, nearly laughing. He knew he couldn't rush it. She had said she'd do anything, but that didn't mean she wouldn't balk if he pushed it too hard. "Why don't you start with something simple. Turn around and hike up your dress a little."

He kept his voice smooth, calm. The more he acted like this was perfectly normal, the more she would believe it was.

 

[marine_biochild]

A grin filled his face as he told her he would get it handled tonight. She began to relax a small smile touching her lips. "Thank you so much. " Pulling out his phone she watched as he pointed it towards her as if about to take a picture. As if it were the most common request in the world he asked her to hike up her dress and turn her back towards him. She was in shock. She had expected to have to clean the office, feed the dogs, work the front desk, anything but this. Taking a slow step backwards she tried to wrap her head around what he was asking her. Sure, a few of her friends had posed for different things, some trying to get into playboy one friend stripping on the weekends to make rent but she had never had to worry about such things.

"Excuse me... you don't really think...." Her sentence was cut short by the look in his eyes. He held her fate in his hand and he wanted to take pictures of her. Swallowing she took a deep breath to calm her nerves. It was just a few pictures right? What could possibly happen? She could easily keep her head turned so her face wasn't visible and if it got her daddy's car back. Making up her mind she gave a small nod. "Alright...But just a few pictures. And don't catch my face."

She turned slowly, placing her bag on the couch before standing with her legs slightly spread. Shaking hands began to fidget along the hem of her tight dress. Long legs ended in a pert behind, round and smooth from a regimented schedule of working out and running track. Timidly she pulled her dress up enough to reveal the bottom of her cheeks showing she wore a thong beneath.

She had opted to wear the small blue thong to keep her dress free of panty lines. Carefully she bent at the waist enough to press her behind out, accentuating her curves. "Is that alright?" She asked. She had never done such a thing before, especially with a total stranger. She head the click of a camera before a second beep. Something deep in her stomach began to turn, a small spot beginning to form on the blue lace.

 

[CreepyFrank]

"That's a good start," he said. She had a perfect ass, and that skimpy little thong pulled snug over her pussy was just perfect. He clicked a few stills, but the video was still running. "Can you bend over a little further, though? I don't want catch your face."

Of course, her face was already caught in the video.

"That's a good girl," he murmured softly. When he saw the dark spot on her panties, he nearly dropped the phone. She was actually getting turned on. He froze for several long seconds, and then he gave a breathless chuckle.

"OK, um, stay there. I want to get a better angle." He slid the chair back and stood up. He stepped around from behind the desk, and then turned the gooseneck lamp so it was pointed at her like a spotlight.

"That's better," he said. He crouched down behind her and brought the camera closer. Close enough that the wet spot was unmistakable. Then he stood, leaned back against the desk.

"Stand up straight now, and take the dress off."

 

[marine_biochild]

He asked her to bend over a little further, her hands brushed her thighs before she supported herself against her knees bending over as he asked. She could feel the cool air of the room brushing her behind. He praised her but soon a chuckle filled the room. Her stomach twisted against, a small ember burning to life at the apex of her thighs. Swallowing she remained still watching as the room brightened when the large light was turned on her.

She could feel his presence behind her, almost feel the warmth of his breath against her skin. He was silent as he did whatever it was he was doing on his phone. Before long she felt his presence leave as he stood and leaned against the desk. "O-off." Her voice was a stutter of surprise. He wanted her to strip? To stand before him basically naked. She didn't know this man, didn't know what his plans were with her. She wanted to buck, to tel him no and to leave but she couldn't. She had to get her father's car back.

She hesitated for another moment before she began to slowly pull off the dress she let it drop at her feet. Goosebumps rose on her skins as her free nipples perked against the cool air. Her breasts were ample, hanging freely as she did not need a bra to keep them perked. Having opted to go without tonight she stood in only the lace thong. Her stomach was toned, a small gem dangling at her belly button and two small starts coloring the skin at her hip bones. Hour glass figure was an understatement as she shifted in her high heels her curves an allure to most men.

Staring up at him she crossed her arms with the shyness of a school girl. "Alright...take your pictures and give me my car." Her voice was trembling with unease. "Please." It was hinging on a beg. Part of her was terrified of what this man truly wanted but the other part, the part she attributed to the alcohol in her system was excited to find out what he had in mind.

 

[CreepyFrank]

"Good, good," he whispered as she slowly stripped her dress off. She was trembling, obviously terrified, but just as obviously aroused. She was stunning. She wasn't wearing a bra. Her tits had seemed nice, big and firm, when he was looking at her before she took the dress off. He felt his cock twinge. He snapped a few pics of her standing there in just her thong. He licked his lips. She was going to make him cum in his pants. He took a deep breath, and decided this was enough. Enough for now.

"Alright...take your pictures and give me my car. Please." It was like a slap to the face. She was going to stand there in her thong and give him attitude? The please wasn't enough. He shook his head. The bitch had no idea how close he had been to letting her go.

"No bra, huh?" he growled. His tone left no doubt that he was angry. "Pretty slutty for a girl built like you. Turn around and let me see those tits." He snapped another still, just to remind her that he was taking pictures of her.

 

[marine_biochild]

She flinched at his words. "I'm not some whore." She growled back the flames of defiance sparking to life in her. She could hear the anger in his voice but he wasn't the only one angry. She took a step back her hazel eyes looking him over as if sizing him up. Her eyes paused at the bulge between his legs. She shifted her weight again, feeling her small thong shifting with each movement. Forcing her eyes away from his obvious need she took in the muscled outline on his arms and chest. She coudn't win against him if he decided to use his strength. Glancing to the door she remembered the dogs she had been met with at the gate. No, they would take her down as if she were a baby hare.

With a swallow she realized the kind of predicament she truly was in. Inhaling slowly she let her arms drop to her sides, her stomach tightening as sh stood before him completely vulnerable. "How many pictures do you want before I can leave?" Her tone was calmer now. Maybe, if she used her brain and her sex appeal she could convince him that he had gotten what he wanted. That could work, right? She was picking at straws by this point but she had to try something.

Biting her lip she lifted her hands to run threw her hair her back arching to elongate her curves. Taking a deep breath she tried to look as sexy as possible hoping he would get his shots and let her go. She inhaled against but this time it wasn't out of fear, it was in the hopes of easing the burning aching that had begun to eat at her in her core.

 

[CreepyFrank]

"I'm not some whore," she snapped at him, and he chuckled, snapping pictures. She had an amazing body, the kind guys fantasized about. If she would drop the attitude and pretend she was enjoying herself, these would be the kind of pics guys would hang on their wall. Or hide beneath their bed.

"How many pictures do you want before I can leave?" she said, sounding more like she wanted to work this out. He smiled, snapped a pic, and grinned when she brought her hands up and posed.

"How many?" he echoed. "It's not about how many. It's about how good they are. Smile for me." He stepped a little closer and touched her elbow, shifting it just a hair. He let his hand slide down her arm to her shoulder, pushing it back. Then his fingers slid over her breast, brushing over her nipple.

"You know what would look hot?" he said. "If you were on your knees."

 

[marine_biochild]

He instructed her to smile before snapping another picture. She tried to smile her gaze locked on his motions. He stepped forward, arranging her body before running a hand along her breast. The response shocked her. His hands were rough, strength I'm every touch. Her body felt as if it had been electrified. His eyes were filled with authority as he told her to kneel.

She hesitated, her stomach flipping but when his hand urged her get to her knees. Once she had knelt she looked up at him, his height massive at such an angle. Spreading her legs she leaned back, pressing her hips forward. Taking a deep breath she ran her fingers along her stomach attempting to look as though she was enjoying herself.

 

[CreepyFrank]

Frank snapped pics as she knelt and looked up at him, spreading her legs and forcing herself to smile. He smirked. She seemed to have forgotten she didn't want her face in the pics. He grinned when she started teasing herself, fingers caressing her belly.

"That's good baby," he purred. "You look so fucking hot right now." He kept clicking, walking around her slowly, getting different angles. He reached down to squeeze his cock with his free hand. He was hard as a rock, his loose work pants tented out by the thick, hard pole.

"Now slide your fingers under your panties," he whispered. He stepped closer. "Show me how wet you are."

 

[marine_biochild]

All she could hear was the snap of his phone, her mind was lost to his words for a moment. What was she doing? Her plans for the night had taken a hairpin turn into creeperville. Swallowing she glanced up at him a soft buzzing in her ears. Is this what it felt like to be on display? A mixture of emotions swept of her as he spoke again.

"You look so fucking hot right now."

It was not the first time someone had such a thing to her, though the context and the lust in his voice made her center yearn for a touch, a rub, some kind of release. As if reading her mind he told her to show him how wet she was.

Her head tipped to look up at him. She hadn't realized she was almost panting, her skin warm to the touch. Was she enjoying this? Enjoying being some perverts model? She tried to get herself together but it was no use. The alcohol mixed with her lately lacking sex life was a Molotov cocktail waiting to catch fire. Anger flashed in her, how dare he make her feel like some worthless whore! And how dare she enjoy it! She glanced him up and down one last time, noting the large need standing erect at eye level with her before she stood. She would not allow some pervert she didn't know run her as such.

"No." It was firm but her voice shook slightly as she continued. "You've gotten your shots. I've been sexy and done what you've asked. Now please, sign the papers so I can take my car and go home."

Red flags were popping up as she watched his eyes flicker briefly before it was gone. Something was in the look he had given her that had the hair on the back of her neck standing on end. Pushing the feeling away she crossed her arms staring up into his eyes as she waited for him to agree. She only hoped she had done enough to get the car so she could go home and use her battery operated buddy to relieve the fucked up turn on this night was turning into.

 

[CreepyFrank]

Frank stared at her, his eyes blazing. What the fuck was her problem? She was obviously turned on, her body was practically begging for it. And now she had to go and give him this kind of attitude? He shook his head and snapped another still. She did look hot standing there in her thong acting all tough. She looked hot and she knew it.

He switched the video off and slipped his phone into his pocket. He took a step towards her and grabbed her hair. He pulled her around until she was of balance, and then he hooked his arm around her neck, getting her in a headlock. His other hand slid into her panties, fingers found her soaking pussy, sliding in.

"Pretty fucking wet, aren't you? You getting off on this?" he growled. Then he let her go, pushing her away, stepping back. "You want to go? Fine. Get the fuck out of here, you fucking cocktease. I'll open the fucking gate for you. But you're going without that car, and you're going without that dress." He snagged the dress off the floor where she had dropped it and stalked towards the door. He pushed it open, holding it for her. "We'll see how well your dad likes these pictures."

 

[marine_biochild]

She hadn't expected him to become violent with her, nor had she expected the surge of need that writhed at her core. His words were breaths against her ear, his fingers delving to spread her. Biting back a moans that threatened to give away exactly how much she was enjoying his movements she grabbed his arm attempting to free herself only to be thrown away like a discarded wrapper. She was panting heavily now her game filled with confusion and last.

He scooped up her dress before opening into the gate. Annelise stood dumbfounded. He didn't truly believe that she would leave without her dress and the car did he? "I'm not leaving without my car and my dress." her voice was husky with need her arms coming to cross her chest. Her eyes glanced down to his need unconsciously Licking her lips. "I'm not a whore." the conviction in her words was slipping.

 

[CreepyFrank]

"No, you're not a whore," Frank said, closing the door again. He looked at the pretty girl, she was practically panting. He smiled and tossed the dress on the desk. He stepped towards her. "If you want to get out of here with your daddy's car and this little thing, you better start showing me you can act like one."

He reached out and cupped her pussy through her thong, pressing his fingers up into her. He grabbed her by the hair, forcing her head back, making her look at him.

"Don't tell me you're not turned on," he whispered. "You want it as bad as I do. Stop fighting it, and you both get everything you want. Nobody's ever going to know. They'll all still think you're a sweet little angel. You don't have to make this so hard for yourself. Just give your pussy what it wants. You'll love it, and you'll be out of here in a few minutes."

 

[marine_biochild]

She shivered as he stepped towards her. His fingers tangled in her hair his free hand cupping her sex. Swallowing she stared up at him her eyes wide. She hesitated as he slid his fingers within her depths once more. With a soft moan her eyes closed. "Promise... No one will know." Her resolve was gone the moment his fingers had slid in her a second time. He was right, she didn't need this and what would it hurt? She had had worse right?

Making her decision she reached down to the hold of his wrist, her hips pressing into his hold before rocking forward to drive his fingers deeper. She moans again this time not hiding it. "Alright than hot shot. Show me what you've got. I might as well enjoy it." She whispered.

 

[CreepyFrank]

For a moment, he couldn't believe it. He knew she was hot for it, he knew she was turned on, still probably half-drunk, but it still didn't seem possible that she would actually willingly fuck him. He froze, but just for a moment. Then he turned her around. He held her by the hair, his free hand wrestling with his zipper as he walked her across the room to the desk. He pushed her face down on it.

"Enough foreplay," he growled, and tugged her thong down over her ass. He reached into his pants and pulled his cock out, pressing the tip to her wet pussy. He rubbed it up and down, and quickly slipped his phone back out of his pocket. He got her whole body in the frame, sprawled across the desk, feet on the floor, thong around her thighs. His cock pressing against her pussy.

"Tell me you want this cock, baby," he whispered.

 

[marine_biochild]

He was rough with her, an experience she had never encountered before. With a gasp he bent her over the desk her face pressing against the cold metal, her erect nipple s brushing the edge. With a moan she spread her legs. What was happening to her? She was sounding more like a port star not a college student.

He spoke roughly and get her sex tighten at the words. She could feel him pressing against her entrance and she spoke quickly needing to be filled. "I need it! Please, I need your cock." The words were bitter on her lips. She mind was spiraling out of control with conflicted emotions but she let herself ride on the please as he thrust into her.

 

[CreepyFrank]

He grinned as she said it. The phone picked up her voice, even if the video was too grainy to catch the desperate look on her face. Then he pushed his hips forward. She was pinned against the desk, there was nowhere for her to go. His cock pressed against her opening and then popped in, sliding balls deep in one long thrust. He groaned. She was so tight, so hot, so wet. He clenched his teeth. He wasn't going to let himself cum. Not yet, not with such a hot piece of ass bent over the desk like this.

He started to fuck her, in and out, slamming her against the desk each time his long, fat cock stroked all the way in.

"That what you like, baby?" he growled. "You like getting fucked by that big cock?"

 

[marine_biochild]

He was driving into her, her hands held tight to the edge of the desk her moans coming she loud bursts. Never on her life had she been used so roughly by anyone. Her back arched, as the hands tangled in her hair pulled. She was being driven wild by his hard thrusts and soon she was egging him on. Begging him not to stop and to keep pounding her.

Closing her eyes she was overtaken by the sensation of being so openly dominated. Pinned to the desk there was no where to go, and although part of her knew if she told him to stop it wouldn't be questioned though another part wondered if he actually would stop. She didn't care either was because she didn't want the pleasure to end. Riding the waves ripping through her she was soon thrown over the edge. Crying out she shivered pressing back into him.

 

[CreepyFrank]

He fucked her harder and faster, his cock pistoning in and out of her pussy, and she took every hard inch, every brutal thrust, and begged for more. She was screaming like a pornstar as he slammed her pussy, and he was getting every second of it on his phone. He clenched his teeth, feeling his control slipping. He wouldn't be able to hold back for too much longer. He kept pounding her. Then he pulled out.

He stepped back, his cock creamy, covered with his juices. She was quivering on the desk, her pussy gaping and creamy.

"Finish me with your mouth," he growled. "Then you can go."

 

[marine_biochild]

He pulled out of her, leaving her wanting even more. Shivering she turned slowly her eyes closing for a moment. The room was almost spinning. He told her to finish him with her mouth and it was as if another person was controlling her movements. She was not one to enjoy let alone perform oral on anyone but slowly she sank to her knees.

Taking is now wet member in her grasp she ran a hand up its length before sliding it into her mouth. Swallowing his length she looked up at him. Her tongue running along his hood as she cupped the balls beneath.

 

[CreepyFrank]

He was surprised. For all her protests that she wasn’t a whore, she seemed to have no difficulty swallowing the whole length of his cock. He gave a groan of surprise, and nearly fell over as she started sucking and licking him like a pro, her pretty eyes turned up, looking at him.

“Good girl,” he whispered, grinning down at her. “Holy fuck, you’re so good.”

He was already leaking precum, and he knew he wouldn’t be able to hold out for much longer. He pointed the phone at her, though, and snapped a quick shot of her, looking up at him with his cock deep in her face.

“You want to swallow it or wear it?”

 

[marine_biochild]

To her surprise his taste did not make her gag as others had. Her fingers moved expertly and in some part of her mind she wondered why and how she was managing such a good job. He was twitching and moaning before her as she sucked and licked along his shaft. She could hear the snapping of pictures before he asked.

“You want to swallow it or wear it?”

Pulling back she looked up at him breathing heavily as her fingers began to run along his cock, rubbing him slowly at first before pumping quickly along his length. Biting her lip she watched him, knowing it would be the first time she would 'wear' someones cum.