eros-muse: I’d always been warned not to date the guy with the attitude and the police record but I
eros-muse: I’d always been warned not to date the guy with the attitude and the police record but I didn’t listen. I had a type, the ‘bad boy’ and I always ended up getting hurt but I couldn’t seem to stay away. This time though he didn’t just hurt me by cheating, though he did do that, this time my now ex had stolen from me as well. He’d taken all of my grandmother’s jewelry and sold it down at the pawn shop on the corner and run off with the money. That should have been the moment I went to the police but I was still partially in love with him. All I wanted was my jewelry back and I tried to convince them pawn shop owner that it was mine and that he’d stolen it. He just laughed and told me to prove it and even when I showed him pictures he told me they could just be knockoffs and that he wouldn’t give them back to me without the exchange receipt or the purchase receipt. Only I didn’t have them and I didn’t have the money to buy them back either. What he suggested next was so sleazy, so wrong that I almost stormed out. Only the fact that he said he wouldn’t even try to keep the jewelry until I could afford it stopped me. He said that he wouldn’t turn away good offers and straight cash and so I really only had one option in order to get back my things. There was nothing else to it and he said it would be one time, a single afternoon out of my life and then I could go home with my jewelry and without anyone knowing about what I had done to get it back. I tried to think of anything else to do to get my things back but found myself in his office, bending over his desk and looking back at the manager with trepidation as he stroked himself to hardness. I couldn’t help but stare at him as he stroked himself. He was bigger than my ex, and in better shape and with his attitude he fit the criteria of a ‘bad boy’ which was enough for me to explain away the wetness I was feeling seep down my thigh. Only he wasn’t a boy, he was definitely a man and the way he took charge of this tryst only reaffirmed that. He didn’t shy away when I tried to balk at him approaching me bare. When I begged him to put on a condom he just laughed and smacked my ass saying he loved the way it jiggled before he lined himself up and pushed into me. I couldn’t stop the moan that made its way past my lips as he slid slowly into me to the root. It was probably the single most erotic moment of my life as I felt him push into me, only his cock touching me as his hands dangled at his sides. I don’t know why but this had changed from a reluctant transaction into a much needed tryst to let off steam as I started to push my hips back to meet him. He never put his hands on me, the entire time he just used his cock to pound my insides and I lost my mind as I came on his length plowing my insides. I don’t know if it was my spasms that set him off or if that was his plan the entire time but as I started to come down from the heights of my pleasure I could feel him twitching and jerking inside of me as jet after jet of seed poured into me. There wasn’t anything I could have done to stop what he was doing and when he pulled free with an echoing ‘pop’ I felt his cum drool down my shaking leg and then saw him slap my jewelry down on the desk in front of me as he told me to take my things and my cum filled snatch and to get out of his pawn shop and that I better not come back. Except for the fact that I think I will need to go back, it’s been three weeks and I’ve got two minutes left on the little test I bought down at the pharmacy but I already know what it’ll say and there’s only one person who could have caused this little problem for me. I guess what they say is true, all exchanges are final after all he did give me his cum for my jewelry and apparently a bit more besides. -- source link