The Debt ~ Part 1Gwen and I had been friends for a long time. Since the sixth grade, in fact. And ever since we were young she had an incredible habit of ‘borrowing’ money. I always kept extra cash in my wallet in the event that she would say “Can I borrow some cash, I’ll pay you back.” She never did pay me back for all those favors. But I never cared much. We’re well into college now. We go to different schools, but we live a few blocks away from each other. Every so often, we’ll just hang out to watch a movie or something. Once, before she came over, I was thinking about all that money Gwen used to “borrow” from me. I wondered how much it would be if I added it all up. I was always a bit of a math whiz, so I had fun making some quick ballpark estimates of daily loans, averaging it all together and, for the hell of it, threw in a little interest. Took me but a minute. The total came out to about 3,400 dollars. This would throw her for a loop. That’s about when she walked in. I’d never really considered dating her, for some reason. canlı bahis I had often fantasized about her incredible figure, but a relationship had never really been on the table. For the thousandth time, I looked her over, from bottom to top. My eyes trained up her slim body and supple breasts, ending in a face that could have starred in the Dukes of Hazzard. She strode in and plopped down in her usual spot on my couch. She looked at the numbers I had done on my notepad on the coffee table. “What’s all that?” she asked. “Just some quick figuring,” I replied, “Remember how you always ask to borrow money? I don’t recall you’ve ever paid any of it back. The total adds up to approximately 3,400 dollars.”Her eyes widened for a moment, then she smiled and leaned towards me. “That much?””Yes.””And you expect me to pay it back?””No. I certainly don’t expect it to happen, but it would be nice if I were adequately compensated.”It sounds like I was thinking what you’re thinking. But I wasn’t thinking what you’re thinking. I was thinking bahis siteleri along the lines of organizing some papers for me, or running some petty errands. She, however, was thinking exactly what you’re thinking. She slowly slid off the couch and onto the floor. She then slinked towards me as she said, “I don’t have that kind of money on me. At least not in cash. But I can make sure you get your money’s worth.”She pounced on my vulnerable crotch area. In the span of a second, she undid my belt and my zipper. I stopped her, shocked at her sudden action. After thinking for a moment, I allowed her to continue. She slid my jeans down, revealing my Body Glove compression shorts (I chafe really easily with normal boxers). Those slipped off fairly easily as well. I’ll admit, my cock had been rock hard from the moment she stepped in. I never made a big deal out of it, even with myself. But now was the time. My crotch tingled at her cold touch. Her mouth hovered closer and closer to my anticipating dick. Unable to watch, I closed güvenilir bahis my eyes and leaned my head back. I felt as her lips slowly trained down my shaft. I expected her to gag halfway down the seven inches, but the girl just kept going. Before I knew it, she had swallowed the entire damn thing. She started working up and down, licking me all around. It was driving me absolutely crazy. You’ve probably guessed I don’t get a lot of action as a result of my weak social status. She was my first in months. I was certainly happy she finally decided to pay her dues. She could sense I was cumming soon. She tried to pull me out and finish me off by hand, but I grabbed her head and held her down. “You trying to make a deposit on your debt? Here’s your transaction fee.” She squealed into my cock as hot jizz shot down her throat. I thought she would try to get away, but, respecting the transaction fee, licked me clean. Then she looked up and smiled at me. “Where does that put me?” she asked. “Any appraiser would put a six hundred dollar tag on that. Subtract that from your total. 2,800 dollars to go.””Come on,” she replied, “I think I left my checkbook in the bedroom. She took my hand and led me off toward her next deposit. Should I write the rest of my story?



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