Craig does $150 worth of work for a woman with a shady reputation. She tries to avoid paying him by prostituting her sexy teenage daughter to settle the debt.
Part One
My name is Craig Jamieson. When I was 24 years old, which was some time ago as I am now approaching 70, I lived with my parents and a younger sister. I held several jobs in those days. I would do small fix-it tasks for people because I had a talent for home repairs. I was also good with numbers and adept at paperwork, so I was employed as an office clerk in a factory where I prepared the shipping documents and kept track of the inventory in the warehouse. This was before computers began to enter the workplace. Each part number was listed on a recipe card. I had to update them daily based on the totals that were manufactured and then shipped from our warehouse. I also did people’s income tax returns and I compiled statistics for a few amateur sports leagues. I was a regular polymath. “I’m a jack-of-all-trades—and master of none,” I would joke when discussing my employment situation.
Two houses down the street from where I lived in suburbia was a home occupied by Marjorie Griffin who was slightly younger than my parents were. She had acquired an unflattering nickname. It was “Marjorie Grifter.” This was because she was notorious in our city for exploiting every liability situation she could possibly conceive of for her personal benefit.
A decade earlier, Marjorie had been knocked over by an inexperienced teenage driver while walking in a supermarket parking lot. The 17-year-old accidentally bumped into her while driving a brief distance in reverse. The impact was hard enough to have knocked Marjorie onto her back with her head striking the pavement. No one doubted Marjorie had been concussed, but she never officially worked a day in her life after that. In a subsequent lawsuit, she claimed she had a permanent limp and occasional cognitive troubles because of the mishap. She made a point of always walking with a cane when she left her house, but she seemed quite mobile in and around her dwelling without it. Her mind also seemed quite sharp. A few years after that, she won a settlement from the city when she supposedly stumbled in a large pothole in the parking lot of a local arena. One witness claimed Marjorie created that injury by deliberately stepping into the pothole and putting on a show of losing her balance dramatically. The witness was not believed by the judge who heard the case, but the public thought the man who saw what had happened was very credible. It was widely suspected Marjorie was abusing the system again.
One day I saw Marjorie struggling to replace the old letterbox by her front door. I immediately went to her house to assist her. Quite satisfied with my work, she wondered if I could do a few odd jobs around her home for her. I said I could do such tasks as being a handyman was one of my alternate jobs. Marjorie made me a list of half a dozen little jobs to do—including preparing her income tax return— both inside and outside her home. I quoted her a price of $150 for doing all of them. She said that was fine.
When I told my father about these jobs I’d be doing for Marjorie, without hesitation he said, “Son, make sure you get paid upfront. This woman is a top-notch grifter. She’ll find some way to avoid paying you for your labors if she can. That’s the way she’s wired.” I nodded in agreement, but I did not follow his advice. I had no idea what benefit that would bring me.
Part Two
Marjorie was a reasonably attractive woman for her age—but her daughter, Jasmine, was an especially eye-catching beauty. I figured she had to be a decade younger than I was. Oddly, I had never spoken a word to Jasmine, a curly-haired brunette, in all the years we had been neighbors. I just admired her undeniable good looks from afar. Jasmine was on the petite side, but she had blossomed into quite a shapely lass—just the type of girl I liked. When I did finally meet her, she was even better looking at close quarters than she had been from a distance. However, it was patently obvious that Jasmine was quite vapid. The only thing she seemed passionate about was her clothing. Sometimes she’d change outfits three times just to get my opinion of them. She liked to engage me in conversation while I worked on the tasks I was hired to do. I liked having Jasmine around, not for her uninspired comments, which were frequently insipid, but just for the eye candy. I later told my father that Jasmine was 14 years old and in the eighth grade, but she possessed the body of a sexy 19-year-old while having the mind of a 10-year-old.
“That’s a dangerous combination!” Dad said aloud. “Jasmine sounds like the type of girl who could be easily manipulated by a wily, older male.” Dad then winked at me and walked away.
I was done the tasks that Marjorie had given me in a couple of days. The final job I did was to do Marjorie’s taxes. I discovered she was living quite well from her two injury settlements with each paying her a fixed annual amount of money. Apart from bank interest, those were her only sources of income that she reported. Her tax return, being so uncomplicated, was a breeze to prepare compared to mine.
When I told her that I had completed her list of tasks, I reminded her of the $150 price I had quoted her for doing all the work she requested. I realized Dad had been right about Marjorie; she was looking for some way to avoid paying me, which I found thoroughly disappointing. She couldn’t justifiably complain about the quality of my work; it had been excellent. So, she tried another approach.
“Craig,” Marjorie said, “I’m afraid I’m a little short on cash at the moment. Instead of my giving you $150, perhaps we can work out a non-monetary way of settling this.”
“I’d prefer cash,” I said tersely with a scowl on my face. “That was our deal. That’s what I expected.”
“Maybe you’ll find this solution appealing,” she replied. “You probably don’t know this, but I am an occasional prostitute. I’m 45 and not bad looking. Men—especially older ones—like to share my bed—and I charge them for the privilege.”
No, I honestly didn’t know that about my neighbor. I managed to inject some humor into the situation by stating, “You didn’t declare any income from prostitution in your tax return.”
“What the government doesn’t know about, I don’t report,” Marjorie said defiantly before realizing I was at least half kidding. “Anyway, I’d give you the equivalent of $150 by intensely fucking you, but I suspect screwing a middle-aged woman isn’t really desirable for someone of your young age. Am I right, Craig?”
“Well, I suppose I’d get more pleasure having a romp with someone closer to my own age,” I quickly admitted.
“Would Jasmine fit the bill?” she quickly asked me. I wasn’t sure if I had heard Marjorie correctly, so I asked her to repeat what she had just said. I had indeed heard it correctly: She was willing to prostitute her 14-year-old daughter to cover a relatively small debt to me. I was shocked.
“Don’t look so surprised, Craig,” Marjorie told me. “Jasmine is a young, healthy girl with the normal sexual desires of someone her age. She’s no virgin, so I convinced her—without much trouble at all—that she might as well make some money from her good looks, too. I’ve sort of made Jasmine an apprentice of mine. So far, she’s had sex for money with two boys in her class. Tomorrow, she has a high school boy coming by to screw her. She enjoys sex—and she enjoys the money she makes from having sex with boys.”
I was completely appalled—but I was definitely turned on, too. The latter emotion prevailed. “Okay, I’ll wipe out the $150 debt you owe me if I can give Jasmine a thorough fucking. Would right now be too soon?” I eagerly asked her mother.
“I don’t see why not!” was Marjorie’s prompt reply.
She called Jasmine into the room to make a second deal with her. Marjorie quickly said, “You know that $100 loan I made to you so you could buy all those new clothes you don’t really need…”
“Yeah, Mom,” Jasmine said. “I’ll repay you as soon as I can.”
“I have a way you can repay me right this minute—and you’ll likely enjoy it. Our good neighbor Craig wants to have a fuck with you. If you do that, I’ll clear your debt.” It occurred to me that Marjorie was saving herself $50 (or its equivalent) when the two arrangements were combined.
“Yeah, sure!” Jasmine excitedly responded. “I’d love to have a fuck with Craig. He’s older and mature. He’s also very handsome—and I bet he has a big dick, too!”
I laughed briefly and sincerely before I thanked Jasmine for the handful of compliments, noting that she could determine for herself if I was a well-endowed male or not. I also suggested that the big, comfy chair in the house’s rec room would be the venue I would like for this encounter to occur.
“It’s a sexual preference of mine,” I explained. “Whenever I have sex with a petite girl, I prefer to have her on my lap as much as possible. I find it to be a very intimate and fun way of screwing.”
“You see, Jasmine! Having sex with Craig will be educational for you!” Marjorie declared. “The more you learn about this new profession, the better you will be at it!” After a slight pause, Marjorie asked me, “May I watch you two go at it?”
“Sure,” I replied while shrugging my shoulders. “Hey, it’s your house; I can hardly stop you.”
With the preliminaries settled, I took Jasmine by her hand and led her downstairs to the rec room and its big comfy chair where, if things worked out as I had quickly planned during the last minute, we would have our fabulous fuck.
Part Three
We began to disrobe, but I instructed Jasmine to stop removing her garments once she got down to her bra and panties. Similarly, I halted when I was wearing just my cotton briefs. I sat down and lifted Jasmine onto my lap. She was a gorgeous sight in just her underwear. She wore the type of brassiere that accentuated her assets. I gave them a quick, sensuous squeeze.
Jasmine interrupted my fun just as it was starting by saying, “So you’ve had sex with a girl before, Craig? Am I right about that?”
“Yes!” I told her honestly. “Many times, in fact. Last year an old high school buddy of mine and I went on a vacation trip to Thailand for two weeks. We spent most of the time doing three things: eating, sleeping, and fucking the pretty Thai girls who were everywhere. It was lots of fun.”
“You didn’t need to go all the way to Thailand for a fuck, Craig,” Jasmine stated. “You could have walked two houses from where you live and given me a fuck anytime at all. It would have been free because I really like you!”
“I didn’t know that or I definitely would have made the short trip here!” I told the sexpot stationed comfortably on my lap. Then I undid Jasmine’s pale blue bra and watched her lovely, firm tits jiggle as they were freed from the confined space where they had been held. “Wow! You have fabulous tits, Jasmine!” I commented. “I’m going to have plenty of fun with them!”
I placed my face between her breasts as I sensually fondled them. Jasmine’s nipples became immediately hard—which was a great turn-on for me. They practically invited me to suck on them. Of course, I couldn’t resist. I doubted any normal male could. “I like having my tits sucked, Craig!” Jasmine informed me. “It feels really wonderful.”
“You know something, Jasmine?” I said in response. “I envy the babies that are going to suck on these treasures someday! While I continued to lick and suck on them to my heart’s content, Jasmine took the initiative to pull down my briefs. My freed penis immediately sprang straight upwards. I always considered myself to be “equipped” as well as the average male my age. Jasmine was impressed.
“Oh, I love your cock, Craig. It’s the biggest one I’ve seen yet. And it’s perfectly straight, too! That’s excellent! Brendan’s Summerville’s dick is slightly curved. So is Marvin Kimble’s.” I was initially flattered by the assessment, but then I realized she was comparing my manhood to those of two boys in her eighth-grade class. I guess it was a good thing that my dick, at age 24, seemed larger than what a pair of middle school pupils possessed.
“Please his penis, Jasmine,” her mother coached her. I was so busy enjoying Jasmine’s tits that I had forgotten that Marjorie was present in the rec room. “Do what I coached you to do.”
Apparently, Jasmine had been coached by her mother to give excellent blowjobs. She licked me from my testicles to the top of my shaft, all the while giving it slow but highly sensual tugs. She playfully planted kisses all over my scrotum, too. It was marvelous. I specifically asked Jasmine to use her tongue on the tip of my shaft “at the sensitive spot where the cum shoots out.”
“Do what the customer says, Jasmine,” Marjorie advised her daughter. “As long as it’s a reasonable request, do what you can to make him happy.” Based on that statement alone, I figured Marjorie must be an excellent hooker.
As Jasmine continued to yank away at my penis, I took the initiative to put my right hand inside her panties and fondle her pussy. Jasmine gasped with delight when she first felt my delicate touch in that area. Her panties were white with a motif of bees and flowers on them. I figured they were intended to be worn by a preteen girl. This was another major turn-on for me. I eventually slid them off Jasmine’s body. Now we were both naked and highly aroused.
I switched placed with Jamine for a few moments, putting her on the cushion of the chair while I placed my face on her vagina and began to give it a thorough licking. Jasmine was thrilled by my actions. “Brendan and Marvin didn’t do this! I really like it, Craig.”
“Brendan and Marvin are fools,” I said. “I love licking girls’ pussies. It’s a treat for me. Boys who don’t like it are missing out on great fun!”
As Jasmine got wetter, I got hornier. I moved Jasmine again so I could sit on the chair with her resting on my lap. Out of habit, she began tugging on the shaft of my throbbing penis. I told her to stop so I could shove it into her pussy and deposit a load of come inside her. I feared that might scare my sex partner, but that was far from the truth. Instead, Jasmine seemed all in favor of it. I placed her in the reverse cowgirl position and slowly pushed my dick inside her. She was wonderfully tight! We both gasped at how pleasurable it was. It was a heavenly feeling to have Jasmine ride up and down on my erection while I guided her with my helpful hands on her waist. I occasionally let my hands stray to her bouncing boobs so I could fondle them some more. I would never tire of handling Jasmine’s delightful rack.
After seven or eight minutes of intense coitus, I felt the inevitable onset of a mounting orgasm—and I knew from experience it would be a fantastic one. I could just tell this would be the case by the intense feeling in my testicles: Jasmine was going to get a monstrous load of semen from me!
She did! I let loose and filled her vagina with my warm seed. I had no fewer than three long ejaculations within seconds of one another. The pleasure of such a powerful cum shot was intense but tiring. I groaned as if I had just lifted a 500-pound barbell over my head. Had I been on a bed instead of a chair, I almost certainly would have fallen asleep inside of three minutes from the time the last dribble of cum dripped out of my penis. Instead, I spent the next several minutes in a long embrace with Jasmine. While we hugged and kissed, Jasmine asked me to drop by her home the following day for a repeat performance. She made a point of saying it would “free of charge.”
Marjorie shook her head ruefully and said to her daughter, “Jasmine, if you want to give away your valuable services free of charge, that’s up to you, but I have to tell you that’s very poor business practice.” Jasmine wasn’t listening.
Being the practical sort, I wondered out loud what would happen if Jasmine became pregnant from what had just transpired in the rec room. Majorie thought for a moment and said, “That wouldn’t be a bad thing at all. As an unwed mother at age 14, Jasmine would likely be eligible for a lot of free government benefits.” Obviously, the grifter mindset was heavily embedded in Marjorie Griffin’s DNA.
When I returned home that day thoroughly exhausted, but not from doing odd jobs for Marjorie, my curious dad confronted me. He asked if I had completed the list of tasks I had been given by Marjorie and if I had been paid my promised $150. I said that I had indeed finished every item on the agenda, but I hadn’t received any cash at all from Marjorie. I could tell he was about to give me a deserved “I told you so!” However, I told him I was completely satisfied because I had been “paid in kind.”
Dad gave me a quizzical look and said, “In kind? What kind?”
I replied with a huge smile, “The best kind!”
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