Alice Goes Even Lower

Once the tremors began to pass, Alice began to confront the monumental realisation that she had been pissed on, and that it had pushed her into a level of arousal close to oblivion. Her overwrought mind also managed to contemplate more mundane concerns. She scrambled to reach down to the pocket of her sweats and retrieved the cheque. She looked at it, ensuring it wasn't damaged. As she took a breath in relief, it was snatched from her hand. She had yet to regain full control of her body, so she strained her neck to look up at Tony. While it was difficult to see beyond his semi-hard cock, she did manage to make eye contact with him.

"That's not yours." It was the best she could do.

He looked down at her, contempt turning the corners of his mouth. "You owe me ten grand, you dumb bitch. Explain how this isn't mine?"

She allowed her head to slump back onto the cold, hard plastic. The perfectly clean surface that had seen countless carpets cleaned on it, but now smeared in his piss and her cunt juice. There was no answer to that. It occurred to her that the cheque and what she had done to earn it- she marked the word earn for later examination- was the best way she could think of to repay Tony. Not only to repay him but to keep her marriage safe from the mess she had made. Plus, the transactional sex she'd had with her husband that morning was the best sex they'd ever had together.

She sought out Tony's eyes again. "I know we deal in cash, but if I endorse it, can you cash it?"

He shrugged. "I can do that. Is this going to be a regular thing? You actually repaying me what you owe?"

"I think so. I have made an arrangement with my husband. But it is new, so I don't know if it'll work out the way I hope. If it does, I think I can pay you back sooner than I had hoped."

He looked down at her and back to the cheque. "There is still the matter of interest. I am a fucking loan shark after all."

She grinned. "I pay the principal while you take the interest." Her eyes now fixated on his hardening cock. She licked her lips.

He looked down at her and wrinkled his nose. "You smell like shit."

Her smile widened. "The treat me like shit." His smile matched hers, but nastier and more predatory. She could feel her cunt already responding. She anticipated a new low, another outrage to her conservative sensibilities and she could feel an orgasm already building in her untouched body.

He stepped over her, placing his feet either side of her head, facing the opposite way. He shuffled his feet further apart and she saw his sweaty black arse lowering towards her. He squatted with deliberate slowness. Allowing her to anticipate, to feel fear and disgust and arousal. To allow all her thoughts and feelings to ferment in pace with the unhurried descent of his perfectly sculpted cheeks and their hairy cleft.

From a foot away she could smell the unwashed impact of a long hard cycle has on an arse. A perfect black muscular arse, moving inch by odorous inch towards her face. She felt juices seeping from her cunt, she felt drool falling from her mouth, she felt herself gag as the smell approached; she felt nauseous as she looked forward to the taste, she felt whole as she embraced her fate.

His clammy cheeks met her face, her nose disappearing into his hairy crevice. The dry clean transgression of the night before was replaced by a wet, pungent inundation. Her hands reached to his firm cheeks and pulled them further apart. Her tongue quested without conscious thought for his tight hole. She pressed her firm tongue against the wrinkled flesh and forced herself into him. She felt rather than heard his groan. She withdrew her tongue and with a poise that did not match her excitement, she ran it up and down the length of his crack. Carefully and thoroughly exploring every square centimetre of slick flesh that existed between his perfect arse cheeks. Satisfied she had cleansed him beyond even the powers of soap and water; she delicately returned to his hole.

She withdrew her head a little, to see it, to examine it, to truly own the act she was embracing with such enthusiasm. She plunged up. Piercing it hard and fast. She felt him jerk and an orgasm passed through her filthy and unkempt body. Her jaw already ached but she did not relent as she fucked his arsehole with her tongue with all her strength. His body began to shake, to even pull away a little. She redoubled her efforts. The power of making this magnificent specimen squirm in pleasure shut out all thought beyond adding all she could to his experience.

And then she saw daylight. He knelt over her and stroked his cock no more than twice and he erupted. Ropes of hot cum coating her face, blinding her eyes, filling her mouth. She realised she had a hand between her piss-soaked, sweaty, trembling thighs. Her fingers viciously attacking her hairy cunt. Orgasm after orgasm racked through her body.

She assumed she must have passed out, for when she wiped her face and opened her eyes, he was gone. She got unsteadily to her feet and saw him walking down the stairs to her. He handed her the cheque and a pen.

She signed it and left. No words necessary. Her only aim now was to get home, throw these clothes in the bin and take an hour-long bath. After that, she would begin to count the minutes until she was next fucked.