Sam And Tina Ch 04 Lives Reverse

Able to only make $3 in spare change begging today, on the way home Tina reluctantly headed by way of the alley behind an old neighborhood bar. Sam, her 'owner' would put her through hell if she returned without $5 for him.

Two cars arrived, customers went in, paying her no attention. The third guy noticed her.

"Go on inside," the driver said to the guy he came with. "Have a lager and a shot ready."

"Tina?" He asked.

"Yes," Tina said, trying to smile. "Hello Eric."

"You don't look good Tina, what are you doing back here?"

"I need $2. I was hoping someone could spot me."

Eric laughed dryly. "I just have 10's. Hop in my car and I'll give you one."

Tina immediately kneeled in footwell of his Buick's backseat, unzipped his jeans, pulled out Eric's cock and began stroking it.

"Reminds me of high school," Eric commented with a grin.

Tina couldn't help but giggle. "I miss those days."

Once hard, she sucked him into her mouth. Up-and-down she sucked as fast as she could. She sucked his cock and balls daily their sophomore year when they were a couple. His cock was average but his balls were huge.

Eric came quickly, coating her mouth with a small load.

"Fucked the wife at lunch," Eric noted. "Not much left for you, sorry."

Tina held out her hand.

"Not so fast," Eric said, catching his breath. "For $10, I need more."

"Come on," Tina questioned. "What?"

Eric pulled out his phone and sent a text, "One second."

A minute later Eric got out of the backseat, and the guy he came with jumped in. "Tina meet Jim," Eric introduced, handing Jim a $10 bill. "Jim whatever you desire?"

Eric went into the bar while Jim laid down in the backseat. Tina hopped up and began riding. Jim had a small cock and kept slipping out.

"For another $10 I'll suck you off?" Tina offered. He agreed. A sucker is born every minute, she thought.

Tina slid down and blew Jim. She was surprised that his little cock came more than Eric's cock ever had. She choked as he spurted hard into her mouth.

"Struggled with that one, huh?" Jim snickered as he zipped up.

Yeah," Tina lied. "You got Eric beat!"

"Here," Jim handed her $20. "Nice doing business with you."

****

Tina was mortified when she entered their hostel room. Sam laid on his bed, beaten, and bloodied.

"What the hell happened to you?" Shock and surprise in her voice.

"None of your business," Sam struggled speaking through the pain. "I didn't get dinner. Use your $5, get yourself food."

"What the fuck Sam," Tina insisted. "What's going on. Who did this to you?"

Knock, knock.

Carla, the hostel manager, let herself in with her key. "Salvatore got him," Carla shared. "Here is some ice, honey. Keep it on your face and anywhere else he busted you up."

"Got him? Why," Tina continued asking. "Wait, who?"

Carla forced a chuckle. "Oh dear, if you don't know I ain't telling. Let me know if you need anything else Sam."

Carla left, but not before giving Tina a wink. Tina shivered in disgust. The memory of Sam forcing her to suck off Carla was a bad one.

"Go, leave me alone!" Sam groaned.

"Fuck you, Sam," Tina slammed the door behind her.

Sam owned Tina, per their agreement after she fell in debt to him and faced destitution. No way he was telling her he was unable to pay Salvatore, the mob lieutenant he worked for. He failed to pay him his cut because he foolishly on a hunch overextended his action on the last nights Detroit at New England game beyond his ability to pay out should Detroit win. Which they did.

Sam had to take a $5,000 loan from Salvatore to pay out all the winners and cover his cut. Salvatore gave him 2 days to pay his debt.

****

"You owe that guy $5,000?" Tina burst into the room an hour later. "How the fuck did that happen?"

"How the fuck do you know?" Sam sat up, furious.

"At the food bank," Tina answered. "Fred, the drunk, who used to stay here. He was there and told me."

"Really," Sam shook his head. Long ago Fred was on Salvatore's father's crew. But was kicked out when he became a drunk. Failing the Rizzuto family is a death sentence. But Fred saved Salvatore's father's life when they were young. So Fred was allowed to live. "Apparently Fred still has his ears on the family business."

Sam told Tina everything. He previously told her he was running a sports book for the mob. That was supposed to lift them out of poverty, and was about to. But that was over.

"Tomorrow morning, we are leaving," Sam said. "No way I can pay Salvatore what I owe him. Impossible. We run, or I'm dead!"

"Where?" Tina objected. "There must be another way."

"Damn it," Sam slammed his hand on the nightstand. "You'd have to give nearly a thousand $5 blow jobs to pay that debt. I have $40 to my name, and no way of making $5,000 in 2 days."

"You have me," Tina said proudly.

"This is serious as fuck you dumb bitch," Sam shouted, bringing his face inches from hers. "Didn't you hear me? You have no value, you own nothing of value, and there's nothing you or I can do to get that kind of money in time!"

Tina backed away, picked up her bag, and left.

"Fine," Sam said dejectedly. "Leave. Be free. I'll get away faster without you."

****

Knock, knock.

Sam woke, startled, he shot upright in bed. Tina's alarm clock beamed 5:17 am. "Salvatore?" He said groggily. "Fuck!"

Carla, once again, let herself in. "I believe I have some thing that belongs to you."

Carla stepped in holding Tina by the back of her shirt. Tina's face and shirt collar were wet. She didn't look well either.

"What's wrong with her?" Sam demanded, jumping out of bed.

"Slow your roll Sam," Carla snapped. "Tell him sweetheart."

A long defeated sigh escaped Tina. She shook free of Carla's grasp. "Ok!"

"Tell me what?" Sam asked put a hand on Tina's shoulder.

"I've been eating her pussy," Tina said reluctantly. "And, was fucked by her guy."

"That's it. I'm just going to kill everyone," Sam barked. "What is this..."

"Shut the fuck up. We got you! Why you don't treat this fine white girl better is beyond me," Carla winked at Tina. "Go ahead, what you got for him, tell him."

Tina sat on the bed beside Sam. Removing her backpack, she pulled out a small box. "Here," she handed it to him. "Will these pay your debt?

Opening the box, Sam's battered jaw dropped. He flipped through the contents, one at a time. Looking at the front and the back of baseball cards in plastic cases.

"One, two, three, four, five." Sam said with delight. "All of them are hall of famers. Where did you get FIVE autographed New York Yankee rookie cards?"

"Long story, tell you later," Tina asked again, pulling her backpack back on. "So this will do it?"

"Yes!" Sam nearly screamed. "We will have to pawn them to get the money today so we won't get what they're worth. But we will get what I owe and then some. Probably double my debt."

"Not so fast," Carla pulled out a revolver, pointing it at Sam. "Sit your ass back on that bed!"

Sam sat.

Carla snatched the box up off the bed. Keeping the gun on Sam. "Tina, tell him the rest!"

"I knew who had these," Tina explained. "I knew I could not steal them. Carla did. She had them stolen overnight for me. Now I owe her."

The joy left his face, Sam had an uneasy feeling as to why he was looking at a gun. "That's why you had sex with her and her guy? So what else do you owe her?"

Carla held a hand up in Tina's face. "$1,000 is what I paid my guy to rob her uncle."

"Your uncle!" Sam interrupted.

"That's the long story," Tina mumbled.

"Listen!" Carla shouted. "I will pawn these cards. I will give you the 5-K. I will keep the rest. She..."

"Fuck no," Sam protested. "Why are you robbing us?"

"Robbing!"

BANG!

Carla fired a shot into the wall behind Sam's bed. Tina screamed and hit the floor. Sam sat there, stunned, staring at Carla.

"Stop interrupting me!" Carla said mildly. "I now own her. You two, are finished. Sam you will be dead after you pay off Salvatore. You failed him, no way I he does not kill you. My suggestion, you should've run!"

Sam stood up and knelt before Tina. "Why did you do this for me? She is right. I'm dead, and you belong to her. I don't get it."

Tina stood up. "Miss Carla," she asked. "May I go get my shampoo and such out of my might stand."

"Yes," Carla said with a smile. "Go ahead sweet thing."

"Generous of you," Sam spoke as Tina went into the bathroom. His eyes darted, searching for a way out. Carla may be a large, and very strong, black woman. But he knew he could make short work of her. The problem, the gun.

"This is what's happening next," Carla glared. "I ain't giving you that money. When she comes back, I'm going to allow you one last moment of bliss. I'm going to watch you fuck the shit out of her. Probably 2 or 3 times. Oh, and you'll be eating her pussy, afterwards! And then I'm going to kill you."

"Wait," Sam said trying to be cool. "You are robbing Salvatore?"

"My blind man Sam," Carla laughed. "Salvatore hired me to execute you after he gets his money. But I have that now, so as I said, you two, are finished. You more than her."

"Ok, Ok, Carla," Sam shook his head. "What I don't get is this makes no sense for Tina. For you, I see it. Her, zero!"

"You really are ignorant Sam," Carla shook her head. "She loves you. As horribly as you treat her. You gave her a place and a chance. Even though it wasn't much, it was the only chance ever offered to her. Poverty has made her one fucked up lady. But she genuinely loves you. And throwing everything away so you can live, so easy for her. Dumb ass!"

BANG! BANG!

Sam ducked.

Carla's head exploded onto the wall behind her.

Sam turned around. Tina stood at the bathroom door with a large, smoking, handgun.

"We have to run," Tina barked at Sam.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," Sam spun around, what to do.

"Get your things," Tina shouted. "Time to go!"

****

A Greyhound bus brought them to Albany, New York by nightfall. In their motel room Tina opened the bag of burgers.

"When we get to Denver," Tina suggested. "If you don't want to be with me, I can continue on to California."

"We're going to Denver," Sam grabbed his burger. "We'll visit my Aunt, she'll want to meet my girlfriend."

"Girlfriend?" Tina said with disbelief.

Sam set down his burger and wrapped his arms around her. "We have a real fresh start here. Thanks to you. I owe it to you and myself to give you and I a real chance. If, you want the same, of course."

Tina, kissed him, fully. It had been a long time since she kissed someone truly romantically. Likewise for Sam.

"Maybe," Tina giggled, whispering in his ear. "We could kick off this fresh start with you going down on me?"

They tore their clothes off, and then froze.

"Shower!" They said almost simultaneously.

Together they lathered, washed, and rinsed each other. The water fell upon them as they kissed and touched each other with emotions not present before.

Sam slid down to his knees, kissing Tina's breasts, stomach and finally he tuft of pubic hair.

Letting her thighs slide apart, Tine exposed herself to Sam. He had fucked her many times, but never cared to look upon her beauty. He kissed her sopping wet pussy. Water and her own juices washed over his tongue.

Tina's breathing grew heavy as Sam licked up and down, taking in more of her fragrant juices. His tongue rolled wildly along her hot, pouting pussy lips. Tina's hand curled around his face, stroking his hair.

Pushing his tongue deeper past her swollen folds, Sam moaned pleasantly as he pleased Tina. She shivered as he sucked her clit between his lips. Her head tiled back as she moaned.

Tina's legs clamped around Sam's face. Her butt clenched, her back thrashed against the shower wall. Her hot orgasm squirted from her pussy. Sam swallowed, his face coated. They sank together to the shower floor, exhausted.

Dried off, they stood, famished, and ate their burgers naked before getting into bed.

"We have an early bus to Denver," Tina said.

"Best get some sleep, Sam added. "That's a 30 hour ride."

"You enjoyed that," Sam kissed her. "Getting blown."

"What's not to like," Tina shared, kissing him back. "Before my life took a turn for the worse, I was in a D/s relationship."

"Domination, submission? Sam asked nibbling her ear. "Is that why you accepted being owned so easily?"

Tina laughed a bit. "Well, I suppose, since I knew what a submissive should do. What we had, wasn't quite like that. What I did, I did for survival."

"I get it," Sam kissed her neck. "So being submissive in past relationships helped you later on?"

"Sam," Tina pulled away just a bit. "You don't understand. I was the dominant."

"Oh snap!" Sam looked at her surprised. "I didn't pick up on that."

"Nor were supposed you," Tina caressed Sam's stomach. "I needed to survive. And wait for the point where it made sense to escape."

Her hand reached his cock, his already hard cock.

"For the point where I could retake control," Tina spoke as firm as her grasp on his cock. "I'd like another blow job, Sam. A long, slow one."

"And I'd like to give you that blow job," Sam expressed, sliding down between her legs.

Ten minutes into sucking her pussy, Sam felt Tina slide a finger around each of his ears.

"Sam?" Tina asked.

"Yes," Sam muffled between her legs.

"Do you recognize that I artfully orchestrated your survival, and our escape?" Tina asked, her tone firmer.

Sam slowed his licking a bit, thinking. "I saw what you did, and understand looking back on what happened," Sam acknowledged, raising his head to speak.

"Then you recognize that we work better when I am in control," Tina stated factually. "And that it will be healthiest for our fresh start, growing our love, that you assume the submissive role."

Sam started to speak. "But I..."

Tina pulled down on his ears and brought his tongue back to her pussy. "Lick Sam. Just lick!"

A warm tingling wave washed over Sam as he resumed licking Tina's pussy. He wasn't sure what it was. He liked that feeling, and enjoyed eating her pussy. He continued, quickening the pace a bit.

"That's it Sam," Tina reassured. "Just give into what feels right. Don't think, just accept it is as good as it feels good."

Tina climaxed harder than she had in the shower. She was completely exhausted when she finished. "Wow, that was awesome. Did you enjoy?"

"Oh, I did," Sam admitted. "I enjoyed every second of it."

"Do you want to beat off?" Tina asked.

"Well," Sam said with a hint of hesitation. "I'd like to fuck you."

Tina rolled over on her stomach. "Not tonight," Tina said sternly. "My ass, jerk off onto my ass."

Sam kneeled beside her ass and started to stroke his cock. His 7 inches were already fully hard. She knew it wouldn't take him long to blow his load. She raised her legs up a bit and spread her ass cheeks with her hands.

"Onto my asshole Sam," Tina commanded. "All over my ass and asshole."

Sam groaned loudly as he shot stream after stream of cum onto her ass, her asshole, and backs of her legs.

Tina cooed, a satisfactory moan. "Now get your face in there and lick up your mess."

Sam hesitated. Tina did not. She brought a hand around to the back of his head and pushed him down onto her ass. He began to lick.

"That is for all the times you abused my ass," Tina barked. "You may not like this, but I do. I believe you said those exact words to me the first time you fucked my ass."

Minutes later they were asleep. It had been a long day.