'Hello Heather,' I said, clearly startling her just as she closes her front door. 'How are you?'
I watch as Heather pushes the door back open, clearly intending to jump back inside, but then seeing that is was me, and not someone she could escape, she calms down and turns to face me.
'Rick, what are you doing here? Mike could be,'
'Cut the crap Heather, Mike left 20 minutes ago, I followed him. He is out drinking with a bunch of guys. Don't make like you think he will be home any time soon. Where are you off to? Hustling another erotic massage?' I demand, smiling, but making it clear that I am not friendly.
'No, please let me go, I have to take,' she starts, pausing as I run my hand over her left breast. 'Please Rick, not now. I have to pick up .......a friend.' She stammers, blushing a bit. 'And I'm running late. Please, can we do this another time, you know I won't ever say no............'
'Heather,' I say. 'I only need 15 minutes, and I think they will do you some good. Do you want to go back inside, or do it out here? Frankly I don't care.' My voice firm and cold. Not missing a beat I hold her shoulders and turn her around so she is facing the door, grasping her wrists I put her hands up, like a criminal being frisked.
Gently kicking her legs apart with my feet, I press myself up against her, running my hands over her breasts, and down between her legs. Since she is fully clothed, I can only just feel her nipples through her bra, and the fabric of her shirt. Between her legs I feel warmth resonating through her jeans.
'No Rick, No! The neighbors will see, NO Please!' she wails, softly, but with conviction. 'No........ please.'
'Then in we go Heather, your choice. I don't give a fuck. You owe me money, and today I am in the mood to take a little extra off for your trouble, so get your hot little body inside. Come on hun, time's a wasting..............'
With reluctance Heather pushes the door open, cool air from the air conditioner rushing out to greet us, dim light coming from the kitchen, and possibly upstairs. As before, the sofa is near the front door, this time I push her roughly over it so her ass is in the air, her hands just holding up her body against the cushions. 'Take your pants off honey, and give me a show. Come on.' I say, letting her up, the material of her jeans being too thick for me to enjoy pressing my boner against.
But she doesn't move. I am stunned! She says still, her ass in the air, her face down in her hands, I can hear her sobbing. Massaging her ass I ask her what's wrong, but all she just continues sobbing, repeating 'no please....... no', over and over in a soft voice, knowing it is useless.
Well, her jeans come off easily enough; I may have damaged the zipper, her fucking problem. She obediently raises her feet, one at a time so I can remove the heels she is wearing, and pull the pants down, one leg at a time.
'Now Heather, we covered this before. You are a hot little cunt that owes me money, what's this NO crap? Fuck it babe. I can kick you and your worthless husband out any time, you just say the word.'
Her white lacy thong looks fantastic on her tan ass, but it's clearly in the way so I roughly pull it down, exposing her generous cunt lips, and giving me a brief view of her little puckered asshole.
My index finger slides easily into her damp cunt, she must not hate this as much as she claims, cunt juice making her lips shine when I move enough for the light to hit them. She tries to stand up as I pull my finger out of her, and start pressing it into her asshole, clearly something she doesn't like!
