Anything You Want Ch. 13-15

Ch. 13 - Scratch-Off-Slut

Matthew's heart was hammering in his chest as he went into the store and told her to buy four of the $5 Tropical Treasure tickets from the blue roll behind the plexiglass. When she did, he took the first three and put them in his pocket, leaving her just the last one, and then she guided him to her apartment.

The whole way there, she kept looking at him like he was crazy, but he acted unconcerned. He wasn't, though. He was very nearly panicking. This hadn't been the book's idea, so there was no guarantee that everything was going to work out.

There was a very real possibility that he'd managed to screw something up, and he was going to stop being a millionaire before he'd even had a chance to cash the check. He didn't want to worry about that right now, though. Instead, he just studied Jill's cleavage in the rearview mirror and tried to tell himself it was worth the risk.

After all, if Tomé could win the lottery for him last night, she could just as easily do it again next week, right?

"Pardon the mess," she said defensively as he walked in, "I wasn't expecting to bring anyone over."

"It's cool," he said as he took the place in.

As far as pads went, hers was a little rough, but in between the clutter, there were enough feminine touches to remind him that this was a girl's place and not a guy's. He didn't just mean the bra hanging off the back of the couch, or the purple sheets and the band posters. Despite the fact that the sink was overflowing with dishes, all the plants that were scattered around the place seemed to be thriving.

Of course, the selection of gogo boots and outfits that she quickly moved to hide seemed to indicate that she was a stripper or at least a cam girl as her other job, but he didn't care; he was just enjoying the moment.

"Are you ready for the moment of truth?" she asked, coming back with a quarter to start scratching. To him, it didn't really seem like she was just eager to claim her million. She was too excited for that. It really seemed like she wanted to know if he had some sort of magic power.

Judging by the random pieces of hot topic occultism scattered around the place, he was sure that it would blow her mind if he showed her an actual magic book, but he quickly decided against it. That was one secret he dared not reveal to anyone.

"Not just yet," he said, leaning back on her couch, "I want to get my money's worth, so why don't we hit that bong first?"

That suggestion made her smile, and she set the tickets down on the coffee table while she packed her bong. They spent the next half hour getting high and talking about luck and fate. At first, Matthew was just trying to be mysterious and get Jill thinking, but as he felt the buzz start to settle into his skull, he found himself pondering the deeper questions in spite of himself. Why him? Why did he find that book? Why now?

That was when she started to scratch off the numbers on the card. It was one of the ones where the more numbers you matched, the more it paid out, and he held his breath as the first of ten numbers was a loser. The second one was too, but when she looked at him with a slowly spreading smile of triumph, he quickly shot back, "I wouldn't get your hopes up just yet, Jill, you'll be taking those clothes off any minute now."

She should have laughed that off, but something about that certainty made her go back to the ticket, rushing to find out if it could be true or not. Luck started to turn in his favor, though, and as the numbers were revealed one at a time, the jackpot started to add up.

After three numbers, the prize was only five dollars, but each prize after that raised it further. At fifty dollars they sat there silently, but when another victory increased that to one hundred dollars he whispered "I'm going to really enjoy seeing those tits of yours."

"A hundred bucks isn't anywhere near enough to fuck me," she shot back.

"This isn't about money," Matthew answered. "I'm not trying to buy you. This is about fate." Those words must have sounded pretty deep while she was stoned, because when he kissed her next, her lips parted easily enough. He was surprised, as anyone, that she didn't try to fight back. She actually believed this bullshit about destiny, but right now he would have a hard time arguing against it. This certainly felt like destiny.

"I haven't said a word about fucking you yet," he answered, breaking the kiss. You've got three more numbers to scratch off.

Jill looked at the card as if it were a venomous snake. She was almost afraid to keep going, but Matthew leaned in close, caressing her body through her top as he whispered in her ear. "Come on, beautiful - only one more number until we peel this top off, and I see how pretty you really are."

She didn't pull his hand away from groping her near breast. Instead, she leaned forward and scratched off the next number, increasing the winnings to five hundred dollars. He took the opportunity to slide his hand inside her bra and tweak her nipple, but she didn't look away. Instead, she just moaned slightly as she started to scratch off the second-to-last number.

"A $1,000, and one more to go," he growled, "I wonder what that gets me?"

"If you can make the last number a winner too, I guess I'll have to do whatever you want," she breathed.

Matthew groped her breasts while he watched. In truth, he had no idea if the last number was a winner or not. All he'd asked the book to do was to identify a lottery ticket worth at least a thousand dollars for tonight's game, and right now it was worth exactly that. One more would make it a $5,000 winner, though, and though he'd heard that was what a high-class escort would have charged, he was sure that Jill's number was a lot lower than that.

This wasn't about the money anymore. This was about what the universe decided for her. Was it her destiny to fuck him or not? That's what hung in the balance between them for the next few seconds, and he had his finger on the scale. As soon as her shoulders slumped in defeat, those fingers started to slide lower, though, and she spread her jean-clad thighs easily enough.

"So, what are you going to do with your winnings?" Matthew asked automatically. He started kicking himself almost as soon as they were out of his mouth, though. This wasn't supposed to be about money. It was supposed to be more mysterious than that.

"I don't know," she purred seductively. "What are you going to do with yours?"

He moved to kiss her then, but only because he had nothing to say to a line that hot. It was sexy as hell, but he lacked the experience to really say how this should go next. He racked his brain as his tongue danced with hers, but the best he could think of when he came up for air was, "Why don't you show me what I've won?"

Jill smiled and reached for the bottom of her top to pull it over her head, but Matthew stopped her. "Not like that," he said. "I want you to do it slowly. Seductively."

"Oh? You want your own private show?" she sighed, biting her lower lip. "You really are a mystery, Matt. I didn't tell you that I put on little shows sometimes to make ends meet. Can you really see right through me so easily?"

Matthew didn't answer. That seemed to be best. He just watched as she stood up slowly and sinuously, using her phone to scroll through a playlist of bassy R&B before she found the right song. Then she looked through his eyes and straight into his soul as she started to gyrate her hips.

"I'm going to take you on the ride of your life," she purred, before the music picked up, and she started to dance in earnest. At first, the show was just a tease. The tight black jeans that had shown off her ass came off quickly, and the top wasn't too far behind it.

Her mismatched bra and panties, though - they stayed on for far too long. There was a quick peek here and there, and several times she squeezed her breasts together and leaned forward enough that he could stare down her magnificent cleavage, but she didn't really show him anything for the length of the first song.

When the second one came on a few minutes later, she finally ditched the bra, but did it facing away from him, and proceeded to spend the next minute grinding her ass inches from his face while she kept that glorious view out of sight. It was only when she was down to panties and there was a lull in the song that she sat down in his lap and began to grind against his bulge instead.

"You know, if this was a normal dance at a club you'd have to keep your hands to yourself," she admonished as his fingers started to trace the sides of her rib cage on their way to her beautiful tits.

"Nothing about tonight is normal," he breathed as he grabbed her breasts and squeezed hard enough to yelp. That little push was all she needed.

Jill turned her head and kissed him hard as he pinched her nipples. "No, it's not, she agreed. Tonight you can do anything you want."

Ch. 14 - Anything You Want

Matthew's mind was on overload. As much as he'd enjoyed losing his vcard with Liz and getting to feast on Mrs. Hale's tits, Jill was hotter than both of them combined, and right now she wanted him in the worst way, even if it was for the wrong reasons. He wasn't about to let that stop him, though, as his hands moved up to her breasts, and he squeezed them together hard enough to make his lover arch her back from the mixture of pleasure and pain.

"The first thing I'm going to do is lube up these big beautiful breasts of yours, so I can fuck them until I cum all over your face," he growled. He'd meant to say slutty tits but chickened out at the last second because he thought she might get offended. "And once that's done I'm going to bend you over this couch and decide which hole I want to fuck more."

As he kept talking, he moved his right hand down and slid it inside her panties. "And maybe after all that I'll finally let you cum too."

"Please," she whimpered, spreading her thighs wide as he clumsily ground the heel of his hand against her clit while he fingered her dripping slit. The fact that she was so wet that he could slide two fingers inside her made his dick throb.

They stayed like that for the next several minutes. In that time their whole world was kissing and touching as she ground her ass against his dick until he thought he might cum in his pants. Only then did Matthew push her off of him and tell her to go get the baby oil as he stripped. When she got back, she wasted no time drizzling it across her chest and sliding her breasts together while she was on her knees in front of him.

"Is this what you wanted, baby?" She cooed. "You wanted to fuck my big slippery tits instead of my tight little pussy?"

"Instead of? Never. First I want you to taste my cum, and then I'm going to fill you with it." As he spoke he slid forward on the couch, shoving his cock in her face.

Matthew had seen men talk like this to women in porn online, but he'd never once thought he'd get to do so himself. It was unreal. He kept saying things that would have definitely gotten him slapped if he tried to say them to Liz or any of the other women he'd tried to date, but for whatever reason, the fire in Jill's eyes just kept burning brighter as he took control, and he loved the feeling.

No sooner did he offer her dick than she engulfed it in her breasts and started to rub it up and down. The rhythm was awkward, and thankfully, it distracted him enough that his orgasm backed away a little, because the visual was so hot. All his life he'd dreamed about having a girlfriend with tits big enough to do this sort of thing, and here he was, using a random girl he barely knew to achieve his fantasy.

"God you're a sexy looking whore," he blurted out, almost instantly regretting it. Jill didn't seem to mind, though. She just leaned forward and sucked the head of his cock into her mouth while she continued to massage the shaft with her slick breasts.

It was too much for Matthew. He wanted this moment to last forever, but his balls had been swollen even before his most vivid sexual fantasy had finally been realized, and there was no way he was going to resist it.

"H-here it cums Jill you better... unngghhh... I'm going to..." With one final gasp, Matthew started to shoot his load into his date's talented mouth, but that didn't stop her. Instead, she just sucked even harder, making him buck and writhe as the pleasure turned to something that border on pain, and she drained the cum from him completely.

It was an unreal sensation, and it only stopped when he pulled his dick from her mouth and stood up, with his still hard cock bobbing in front of him. He might not be ready to fuck for another minute or two, but the eroticism of the moment meant that getting soft was impossible.

He pulled a condom out of his pocket and ripped it open. He hadn't been prepared when he'd fucked his neighbor, but he didn't want to make a habit of it now that he was fucking so many women, but Jill just smiled.

"You can put that on if you want, but it won't do you any good," she murmured as she sat on the coffee table, peeled off her panties, and spread her legs wide to reveal a shaved pussy with a broken heart tattoo not far above her pierced clit. "Baby oil and latex don't mix. You'll be raw inside me in no time..."

In the dim light of the room, she was a vision of sexuality. Between the way she posed her beautiful body, and the way her tone dared him to fuck her anyway, he was paralyzed with lust as he thought about her words. In the end he leaned towards her and whispered "Maybe I should just fuck you in the ass instead," as his body pressed against hers.

"That would certainly be the safe thing to do. Mmmmmhh - baby oil is certainly good for anal," she moaned as she felt his cock pressing against her slick hole. "But you're a pretty lucky guy. Maybe you can manage to pull out in time."

As she spoke she adjusted the angle of her hips, engulfing the head of his cock in a sudden warmth that made it almost impossible not to just force his throbbing cock inside, instead he just held it there, luxuriating in the sensation until she said "Of course, maybe your luck means you're going to knock me up no matter what, and no amount of protection will save me. Maybe that's my fate."

Something about that resonated in him, and as she leaned up to kiss him, he slid slowly inside her as he kissed her back. He knew he shouldn't be fucking her without protection just like he knew he shouldn't be kissing her right after he'd cum in her mouth, but he couldn't help it.

At that moment he was powerless to resist her raw sensuality as he slid his cock all the way inside of his heavily tattooed lover, bottoming out against her womb and grinding his pelvis against her clit in a way that made her moan into his mouth.

He didn't stay that way for long, though. As soon as his hands reached her hips he started to pound her pussy with all of his might. What he was doing was stupid, and he was taking that stupidity out on her one stroke at a time.

"You lost your first bet and had to go on a date with me," he grunted as he pistoned in and out of her pussy. "You lost your second bet, and you had to let me use you. What do you think your odds are that your bet that I won't knock you up go any better for you?"

"Yesssss..." she hissed, completely lost in the pleasure of the moment. "If you don't pull out, you're definitely going to breed me. It was meant to fucking be!" As she spoke her thighs squeezed around him, and her ankles locked behind his back, trapping him inside her pussy as he continued to fuck her.

The idea of knocking up a near stranger terrified Matthew. He was way too young to be a father, but something about that fear just made it even hotter as he just kept fucking her. "The lottery was never the real prize," he growled. "Winning money will never be as special as a moment like this..."

He almost lost control as her pussy clenched down on his dick when his lover started to cum. "Fuck yesssss..." she hissed. As she bucked and thrashed on his dick.

In the same way that her orgasm almost damned him to blowing his load inside her so that he would have to spend the next few weeks worried he'd knocked someone up, it also proved to be his salvation, because at the last second he was able to pull out and blow his load all over her chest and face instead.

She looked disappointed, but also exhausted by her orgasm, so she could hardly complain too much. Matthew stood and, then, smiling down at her, picked her up.

"Where are we going?" Jill asked, not stopping him.

"Well - we're both a mess, so I figured I'd soap your tits up really good in the shower and then fuck you a couple more times," he said, "You know, to get my money's worth."

She smiled back and didn't put up a fight as he led her back to the bathroom. He didn't mention it, but he had an alternative motive too - once they were clean, condoms would quickly become an option again, and the next time he'd be able to blow his load inside her without feeling that terrible thrill of watching his life flash before his eyes.

Ch. 15 - Decisions

They fucked twice more that night, and though she wasn't as into it with protection involved, he was pretty sure he made her cum at least one more time. It was only when he was completely spent that he realized that he'd never gotten the chance to fuck her in the ass.

Matthew shrugged mentally as he got dressed. There was always next time. He figured as long as he could come up with some other unlikely coincidence, he'd have no problem getting back into Jill's panties any time he wanted. Normally, that would have been his top priority, but as he pocketed his lottery ticket and set her winning scratcher on her cellphone where she would definitely find it, he found he didn't really feel the need to say goodbye or leave her his number.

After all, there were so many other women just waiting to be fucked, he thought with a smile as he walked out to his car. He spent the ride home thinking about who he should pursue next and why. Did he want to make a list of the hottest women he knew and just work his way down, or should he figure out which ones would be the easiest, and just try to fuck as many of them as he could as fast as he could?

He didn't reach a decision on that and spent the few minutes he lay in bed before he drifted off to sleep just thinking about the idea. It was hardly a surprise that the idea followed him into his dreams while he slept, too.

In his dream, Matthew found himself in detention at his college. That, of course, made no sense, because that was how college worked, but it was hard to fight against the dream logic of it. For reasons he couldn't fully recall, he was stuck there, though, watching the clock slowly tick by while he waited a few minutes more for the hour.

He was late for work now, no matter how fast he drove. He knew that. He'd tried to explain that to the teacher, but Mrs. Laurens didn't seem to care. She would look over at him now and then, but mostly she would just type absently into the computer in front of her.

It was hot in the room. Hotter than he was used to. Did that mean it was summer? Had he gotten detention in a school that didn't have detention in a time when it wasn't even open? Matthew was just about to ask her how much longer he had to stay when she picked up a folder and started to fan herself gently.

Mrs. Laurens was a lovely woman even into her late thirties. He wasn't sure how old she was exactly, but it didn't matter. She had long dark hair, thick rimed glasses, with a big ass and a rack that was big enough that he never skipped her class if he could help it. Everything about her had screamed naughty librarian from the first day he'd stepped into her classroom, and he'd jerked off to her more times than he could count.

Something about that motion made him realize that she was hot, too. Hot enough that her tight white blouse had become semi-transparent from her sweat, revealing the dark outline of the bra beneath. He couldn't help but stare, abandoning his usual subtlety as the heat and his lust combined to render him dumb.

"Matthew Traveno, eyes on your paper, mister," she said, standing up from her desk and walking over to him. "Neither one of us is getting out of here until you finish your homework."

"Ummm, homework?" Matthew asked dumbly, looking down to realize there was a worksheet in front of him. "I'm sorry, it's just so hot in here."

"It is," she agreed. As she spoke, she stepped between him and the window momentarily, rendering her blouse transparent, and shining through the thin fabric of her dark pencil skirt enough that he could make out the fact that there was no panty line to be seen. "But that's not your problem. You focus on your assignment, and I'll find a way to cool things off."

Matthew tore his eyes slowly away from his teacher and looked down at the paper in front of him. On it, there was only a single question. Who do you want to fuck next Matthew? It was followed by three checkboxes: Mrs. Laurens, Mandy, and other.

He picked up his pen and tried to decide what the answer should be. It seemed like it should be obvious, but his brain felt foggy, and he struggled to decide between the first two choices.

He looked up to the sound of an oscillating fan turning on just in time to see Mrs Laurens bent over at the waist, only half a dozen feet in front of him. He was transfixed. While she fussed with the dial, her skirt slowly slid up, revealing more and more of her tights until he could finally see the garter belt that held them on her plump thighs.

Matthew held his breath, his paper forgotten as his mind combined the two lewd facts he'd gathered in the past minute: his teacher wasn't wearing any underwear, and if she kept bending over like that then any second he was going to be able to see her bare pussy from behind. It was an intoxicating idea, and he held his breath as he waited and hoped.

Moments before it would have gotten his own private glimpse of heaven, though, the classroom door slammed open loudly, making her stand up, as they both looked to the door, startled.

"Matthew, I can't believe you're late for work again!" Mandy yelled, obviously pissed off. "You were supposed to be on shift an hour ago. What happened? Don't you listen to anything I say?"

"I'm sorry, Ma'am," he said genuinely. He knew that this could never happen in a million years, but somehow the dream logic sucked him in even further as he became flustered with guilt. "It's just - my teacher won't let me leave until I do my homework."

"That's right," Mrs. Laurens answered, standing possessively near his desk like she was claiming him from the other woman. "As soon as he decides that I'm the next woman he wants to fuck he can go about his day, but until then, things are only going to get hotter."

"Oh, that's bullshit," Mandy said, walking over to his teacher until they were less than a foot apart. "You think he wants to fuck you next when he could finally get a chance to get inside my pussy? In your dreams."

"You don't even want to fuck him," his teacher yelled at his boss. Matthew was forced to agree with her there. Despite the fact that a number of guys at work had shown interest in Mandy over the two years he'd worked there, she'd never reciprocated it. He didn't know if she was a lesbian or if she was just into older men, but he'd never even heard her talk about a boyfriend.

"Matthew? I'm sure he's a fine lay, and even if I don't want to fuck him there's not much I wouldn't do for enough money." She smiled and started unbuttoning her dark work shirt to expose her creamy cleavage and gray sports bra. "Do you know just how many men have seen these tits online?"

"Those little things?" Mrs. Laurens scoffed. She was unbuttoning her shirt now, too. "Mr. Trevano is clearly into big tits and yours just don't compare, sweetie."

She was right. His mouth was dry as he gazed at both of the women who were stripping for him. Mandy was prettier, but she had a very buoyant pair of C-cup breasts. As much as he'd love to feast his eyes and his mouth on them, his teacher was at least a DD, and maybe bigger than that. It was clear that her bra was made for support and not to be cute the way that his boss's was.

"Come on Matt, pick me," Mandy said, walking over to his desk and practically shoving her tits in his face. "I might be a bitch sometimes, but I'm a greedy bitch, and for the right price I could make all of your fantasies come true."

"Don't listen to her," Mrs. Laurens countered, practically pushing the other woman out of the way as he jockied for position in front of him. "You've been dying to grope my tits for over a year now, and I know you'd do anything to get a good grade on my oral exam. I won't even charge you. I've been a slut for longer than this whore has been selling her body to strangers."

"Bitch! I'm gonna--" Mandy shouted, pushing the other woman aside.

"Ladies, please don't. I promise, you'll both have your chance to fuck me," Matthew interrupted her.

For the last minute, Matthew had been hypnotized as both women competed for his affection, but he couldn't bear to see them actually hurt each other. It was clear that they weren't listening, though. Deep down, he knew that he wasn't going to be able to resolve this with words. There was only one thing he could do.

He picked up the pen and checked the box next to Mrs. Laurens' name, and when he looked up, Mandy was gone like she'd never been there.

"Good boy," his teacher told him with a seductive smile on her face. She leaned down to collect his worksheet, and as she did it, she leaned so close to his head with her giant breasts that his face was practically buried in her cleavage.

"I'll be seeing you soon," she whispered. The goosebumps caused by her hot breath on his ear made him wake up with a start.