Spencer and Christy

Christy had opened up a small shop selling pastries and baked goods. She was proud of her little store, admiring the rows of cakes, cupcakes, fresh baked breads, and other items. It was about a week after her first day that a rather unusual customer stepped through the door. He was a tall fellow in a long tan trench coat. He leaned over near the register to look over some of the good Christy was selling.

"I'll take a chocolate frosted cupcake," he said. He stood up straight after making his decision.

"Okay," Christy replied, "That'll be two dollars please." She went into the display case and put a chocolate cupcake into a small container for him. She handed him the container, and he immediately opened it and began eating.

"Um," Christy said looking around nervously, "You need to pay for that first."

He ignored her and finished eating the cupcake before responding. "Consider it quality assurance," he replied, "I wanted to make sure it was worth the money." He then took two dollars from his wallet and handed it to her. His eyes watched closely as she put it in the register.

Christy felt herself becoming nervous in his presence. "Is there anything else you need?" she asked.

"You have a very lovely little shop here," he said as he walked around the store, looking it over intently.

"Thanks," she said.

"This neighborhood can be a little rough though," he explained, "If you were to give me a little cash now and again, I'd be happy to keep an eye on the place and make sure no one messes with it."

Christy felt her heart beating faster. "I don't think that is necessary," she replied, "Everyone around here seems super nice."

"Well seeming and actually being are two different things," he said walking back over to the register. He extended his hand past the counter, indicating he wanted to shake her hand. "I'm Spencer by the way," he said.

"Christy," she said. She took his hand, and he shook it forcefully.

"If you change your mind let me know," he said.

Two days later, Christy came in the morning to her store and saw the window smashed in. She started to cry as she looked inside and saw the store in ruins.

"That is a shame," a voice said behind her.

She turned around and saw it was Spencer. "I see those thugs really did a number on your store here," he said walking up to her and patting her back.

"It was you, wasn't it?" she asked looking up at the tall fellow.

He cast an ugly, angry look down at her. "That is a very serious allegation to make with no proof," he said fiercely, "It's not one you should make against a regular customer. Especially one that wants to help you out."

"Help me how?" she asked. She sat down on the curb, looking defeated.

Spencer knelt down beside her. "I got a few guys who owe me a favor," he explained, "They'll fix up your place in no time for free. On top of that, I'll even keep an eye on the place like I said I would, for a weekly fee of course."

Feeling like she had no choice but to make a deal with the devil. Spencer called in his favors, and the shop was good as new in less than a week. He also began coming in on a weekly basis to collect his fee and a free chocolate cupcake. Christy continued to suspect Spencer was behind the damage to her shop. No one else in the neighborhood seemed like the type to do it. She also noticed that customers would inexplicably leave the shop or avoid coming in if they saw Spencer.

Spencer had become more friendly towards Christy after the initial incident. He would attempt to joke around and make conversation with her. She always responded with short, closed answers. She didn't want to interact with him more than necessary. She also noticed the way he would stare at her. She could feel his eyes studying the physical characteristics of her body. He seemed like a wolf preparing to strike a lamb.

One Friday, Spencer came through the door to collect his weekly fee. Christy had been nervous. A lot of bills became due all of the sudden, and she didn't have the money to pay Spencer at the moment. She asked, "Is there any way I can pay you in a couple of weeks?"

Spencer closed his eyes and shook his head, feigning disappointment. "I suppose you could so long as you don't mind being without my protection for a couple of weeks," he replied.

Christy knew Spencer would trash the store, which was something she couldn't afford to pay for. "Maybe some free cupcakes," she suggested, "I know chocolate is your favorite."

Spencer rolled his eyes. "My favorite is cash," he said, "You'll just have to protect the store all by yourself sweetheart." He started to walk out the door.

"Wait!" Christy screamed out.

Spencer stopped and looked back at her.

"I think I have something in the back I can give you," she said.

Spencer chuckled. "Trying to hold out on me huh?" he asked sarcastically.

He followed her into the backroom.

Christy turned around to looked up at him. "I think I can give you something better than cash and cupcakes handsome," she said as she placed her hands on his chest and rubbed it. She tried to sound seductive, but it came out sounding fake.

"This some kind of trick?" Spencer asked.

"No," Christy said nervously, "I just really want you to know how much I appreciate you looking out for my store." She started to unbutton his coat and plant kisses onto his chest.

Spencer pushed her back a couple feet. "Fine," he said, "But if this is my payment, we do it my way." He sat down in a chair and faced her. "I want you to strip for me," he commanded, "Make it hot too."

Christy began to dance slowly as she unbuttoned her blouse. As she spun slowly, she allowed the blouse to glide gently down her shoulders, exposing her plump breasts hidden behind her bra. She leaned in as she unhooked her bra, his face in between her breasts as she let the bra fall to the floor. She could see a bulge poking up inside of his pants.

She backed up and her hands began to rub her breasts in front of him as she swayed her hips. She turned around and arched her back, showing off her ass to him in a tight pair of jeans. She unbuttoned them and slowly wiggled out of them, making her ass bounce as she did that. Spencer reached forward and spanked her ass, making her let out a little squeak as she blushed crimson.

He got up and walked towards her. He reached forward and grabbed her blonde hair, using it to pull her towards him. He sat back down and pulled her to her knees. "You know what to do for daddy," he said.

Christy reached up and undid his belt. She tugged his pants and boxers down, exposing his throbbing white cock to the open air. Christy stared at it, mere inches from her face. He placed his hand on his cock and slapped it against her lips. "Come on now," he said, "You have to earn daddy's protection." He rubbed the tip against her lips until she opened them.

He gripped her hair and began to pump his rod into her mouth, filling it up inside with his length. Her tongue rubbed against the shaft as he fucked her face faster, making his balls slap against her chin. She gagged against his manhood as he thrusted it into her mouth aggressively. She placed her hands in his lap and pushed her head up, gasping for air.

"I want more," he said. She placed his cock in between her breasts and began to rub it with them as she swirled her tongue around the tip of his cock. He moaned as she massaged his cock with her sizable breasts. She felt his rod throbbing violently in between her mounds, as he shot a load of cum onto her face. She felt it dripping down her neck and onto her breasts.

She started to get up to walk away, but he grabbed her wrists from behind and pinned her against a wall. "Daddy will tell you when we are done," he said. He began to grind his hardened rod in between her ass cheeks as his body pressed against her, keeping her pinned. The force caused her pussy to grind against the wall, causing Christy to moan as well. He leaned in and slithered his tongue into her ear, making her moan even more.

"I think you like being Daddy's fuck toy," he said, "You get to do all the naughty things you only dream about."

"Yes daddy," she moaned.

He spanked her ass, leaving a slight stinging sensation as he continued to grind against her. He knelt down, both hands grasping her ass, and slithered his tongue inside. His tongue swirled around inside of her ass, making her writhe against the wall as he started to slip a finger in and out of it.

After getting her thoroughly wet, he stood up and slowly pushed his hardened member inside of her ass, making her moan out wildly as her eyes rolled into the back of her head. Her mouth hung open as he pounded her ass, making her pussy rub up against the wall more aggressively. Spencer enjoyed the feeling of her tight ass milking his cock. His hands moved forward and squeezed her breasts as he fucked her ass.

Christly felt her body go limp in his hands as she felt her p*ssy spasming from the grinding against the wall. All at once, Spencer let out a groan as he pulled his cock out, shooting streaks of his cum onto her lower back.

After a few moments, Spencer got dressed and said he would accept these services as his payment from now on. Christy nodded along in silent agreement as she went to clean herself up.