I was walking in the park when I see a nice, cute girl. I am shy guy so I do not look at her at all, but I look down to earth. Doing so, her frilly socks catch my interest, they are very cute. After a bit, I cannot see her around anymore, so I walk toward the exit, when the girl appear from behind a tree. She whisper in my ear, in a flirty tone: “Hi loser, Tammy here. You looked so interested in my socks, do you wanna buy them? They are only 30$!”

"Buy me? Hahaha! You think I'm a whore, huh? Well, I guess if you want to pay me just for my company..." She pauses as she leans in closer. "...you can do it for... fifty dollars." Her voice is husky and low, hinting at the dirty things she could potentially do with you if the price were right. "Or," she continues with a sly grin, "if you want to see more of me...

"Hah! You think I'm that easy?" She snorts derisively. "I'll let you jerk off for me... but only if you give me an extra twenty." Her eyes flash with amusement as she watches your reaction. "And don't get any ideas," she adds quickly, noticing the sudden lump in your throat. "I just mean I want to see how pathetic you are... and how much you really want it."

She tilts her head slightly, considering your offer. "Three hundred..." Her lips purse in thought. "...I guess if you're really that desperate... but first," she says, grabbing your wrist roughly and pulling you closer, "you have to prove it." She leans in close, her warm breath tickling your ear as she whispers, "Kiss me..."

Her hand slides up your arm, wrapping around your shoulder, holding you in place. Her other hand finds its way to the small of your back, pressing you even closer.

Your lips meet hers with a passion you didn't know you possessed. She responds in kind, her tongue darting out to entwine with yours as she moans softly into your mouth. Her grip on you tightens, digging her fingers into your skin almost painfully. But it only seems to fuel the fire inside of you, making your movements more frantic and needy.

After a few long moments, she pulls away with a satisfied smirk. "That's better,"

"Well, well... aren't you the demanding one?" She huffs, but complies, lifting her tank top over her head and revealing her perky breasts to you. They're smooth and tanned with hard pink nipples that peak out from underneath. "Happy now?"

Her hand reaches down between your legs, roughly gripping your crotch through your pants. "You like what you see?" she asks tauntingly. "Or would you rather just jerk off for me?"

You lead her to your car, opening the door and pushing her inside. She plops down into the seat with a huff of annoyance, crossing her arms over her chest. "Well? Where's my money?" she demands.

"First," you reply, climbing in after her and sliding behind the wheel, "you have to prove yourself." You grin wickedly. "Take off your top."

With a dramatic sigh, she reluctantly unbuttons her tank top, revealing her bra-clad breasts once more. Then, slowly and teasingly, she slides the straps down her arms until they fall loose at her sides. "Happy now?" she asks, arching a brow.

You nod curtly, fishing a wad of bills from your pocket and pressing them into her hand. She counts it silently before finally looking up at you again with a smirk. "And what do I get for this?"

You lean over, taking one of her nipples between your lips and sucking hard. She moans softly, arching her back into the touch. "Ooh... you like that?" she teases. "Maybe I'll let you do more..." Her other hand finds its way to your crotch, gripping your growing erection through your pants.

"But first," she says with a wicked smile, "let's see what kind of show you've got for me."

You lead her back to your place, eager to get things started. Once inside, she kicks off her shoes and plops down on the couch with a contented sigh. "So," she says, eyeing you hungrily, "show me what you've got."

With shaking hands, you undo your pants and pull them down to your ankles. Your erection springs free, already halfway to full mast. She eyes it greedily, her mouth watering.

"Mmm... nice,"

Her eyes flash with anger and arousal as you speak these words to her. It's the first time anyone has ever been this bold with her, and she can feel herself growing wet at the thought of it. She slides off the couch and drops to her knees in front of you, taking your cock into her hand and giving it a few firm strokes.

"Oh yeah?" she asks, looking up at you challengingly. "You want this? You want me to suck your dick?"

Taking your cock between her lips, she begins bobbing her head up and down, creating wet suction that sends shivers through your body. Her hands grip your thighs, holding you steady as she takes more of you deeper into her mouth. She looks up at you periodically, a wicked grin spreading across her face as if to say 'is this what you want?'

After several long, satisfying moments, she pulls back with a satisfied moan, her cheeks hollowed out from the lack of cock in her mouth.

Your kiss is rough and demanding, bruising her lips beneath yours. She gasps into your mouth, arching her back as if trying to get closer to you. Her hand reaches between your legs again, this time gripping your balls roughly and massaging them with expert precision.

With a sudden thrust of her hips, she takes you deeper into her mouth, choking on the sensation briefly before swallowing you whole once more.

Her eyes widen as you begin to roughly stroke your cock against her cheek and tongue, forcing yourself deeper into her mouth with each thrust of your hips. She moans around you, struggling to breathe as she tries to keep up with your relentless pace. Her other hand reaches up to grasp the back of your neck, pulling you harder against her.

Suddenly, without warning, she bites down hard on your cock, causing a wave of sharp pain to shoot through your member.

Her eyes roll back in her head as you begin slapping your cock against her face, the sting of each impact rushing through her body. She moans around you, her mouth wet with spit and pre-cum. Her hands clutch at your hips, desperate for purchase as she tries to steady herself against the force of your thrusts.

With a growl, she reaches up to grab your hand, stopping your assault on her face momentarily. "Harder," she whispers hoarsely. "Make me hurt."

"What? And let you see this?" She snorts derisively, gesturing down at herself. "I'm not some whore for your entertainment." Her words are laced with venom, but her eyes betray the truth: she's aroused by the power dynamic between you.

She takes your cock back into her mouth, sucking hard and deep as if to prove a point. Her hands grip at your thighs, fingers digging in painfully as she struggles not to choke on your size.

"Fine." With a huff of exasperation, she pulls her mouth away from your cock and stands up, kicking off her shoes once more. Her hands go to the waistband of her skirt, lifting it over her hips before letting it fall to the floor in a pool at her feet.

She's standing there now in just a bra and thong, the lace covering her mound obscuring nothing. She narrows her eyes at you challengingly. "So...

With a sigh, she climbs onto the coffee table and straddles one of its legs, leaning back against your couch. Her breasts are pushed up and out by her bra, nipples hard and erect as if begging for attention. With a coy smile, she begins to wriggle her hips, thrusting her ass in the air and shaking her thong-clad pussy at you.

Her hands go behind her head, fingers laced together as she watches your reaction. "Like what you see?"

"Maybe later," she teases, continuing to writhe on the table in front of you. "But for now..." She reaches down between her legs and tugs at the lace of her thong, pulling it aside to reveal her smooth, bare pussy to your hungry gaze. Her fingers dance across her folds, spreading her wetness around before dipping lower to tease at her hidden entrance.

"You want this?" she asks, arching a brow as she watches you. "

"What?" She snorts derisively. "Of course not." Her hips shift again, rubbing her pussy against the table in a suggestive motion. "I just haven't found the right guy yet," she says with a smirk. "But maybe..." Her voice trails off as she lets her fingers dance across her clit, circling it slowly and teasingly.

Her breath hitches, eyes closing briefly before snapping back open to meet yours. "Maybe... you could be that guy."

Your words send a shiver down her spine, and she moans softly as she continues to tease herself. "Mmm... I've never done anything like that," she admits, voice hitching with anticipation. "But if it means getting what I want..." She trails off suggestively, the tip of her tongue slipping out to wet her bottom lip.

With a slow, deliberate motion, she reaches down and guides your hand toward her pussy, pressing your fingers against her folds. "Touch me,"

Your shelf is stocked with an array of drugs, each one promising its own unique high. She eyes them greedily, her pupils dilating as she takes in the possibilities. "Mmm... let's see..." Her fingers dance faster against her clit, her breath coming in shallow gasps. "I want something strong," she says finally, nodding toward a vial of clear liquid sitting on the top shelf. "That one."

With shaking hands, you retrieve the vial and uncap it, pouring its contents onto your fingers. Tammy watches intently as they glisten in the light, her eyes glazing over with desire. "Now," she says breathlessly, "put them inside me." She guides your hand back between her legs, pressing your fingers against her opening.

Her hips buck upward, trying to force you deeper as you slowly push past her resistance.

A jolt of pleasure courses through her at the sensation of something foreign invading her body. Her fingers dig into the cushion beneath her, bracing herself as she tries to focus on your touch instead of the drug flowing through her veins. "More," she whispers hoarsely, arching her back and thrusting her hips upward again.

Her breath comes in sharp, ragged gasps as she feels the drug take hold, warming her from the inside out.

Her body is numb with pleasure as you lead her toward the stripper pole. She's barely able to stand, let alone walk on her own two feet. You gently guide her hands up to grasp the cool steel of the pole, steadying her as she leans against it for support.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she watches you through half-lidded eyes, feeling the drugs course through her veins and ignite something deep within her.

With a grin that's equal parts challenge and invitation, she begins to dance. Her movements are slow and sensual at first, writhing against the pole as if it were an extension of her own body. But soon enough, she picks up speed, hips gyrating wildly as she shimmies up and down the length of the pole.

Her breasts jiggle free from her bra, nipples hard and erect in the cool air of your apartment.

Your couch is soft and inviting, beckoning her like a warm embrace. With another sinuous movement, she slides off the pole and lands gracefully in your lap, straddling you once more. Her hips rock back and forth against your growing erection, grinding herself against you as if trying to lose herself in the moment.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as her head falls back, exposing the tender flesh of her neck. "Fuck," she whispers hoarsely, arching her back even further. "

Her eyes flutter open at your words, a look of surprise and arousal flitting across her features. She leans forward, kisses you roughly before leaning back, hissing through clenched teeth, "You want my dirty pussy?"

Without waiting for an answer, she reaches down between your legs, guiding your cock to the slick folds of her sex. Her fingers slip easily over your length, spreading her wetness as she positions you at her entrance.

Her eyes widen in surprise, but then narrow with determination. "You want this?" she asks hoarsely, gripping the back of your head and pulling you toward her. She guides your finger deeper into her ass, stretching herself around it as if to prove she can take anything you give her.

With a sharp intake of breath, she impales herself on your cock, hissing through clenched teeth at the intense sensation.

Your words send a shiver down her spine, and she arches her back, lifting herself up onto your cock before sliding slowly back down again. "Maybe," she pants, eyes locked on yours. "We'll see." Her hips begin to move in a slow, sensual rhythm, riding you like you're a stallion beneath her.

Her free hand reaches between your legs, playing with your balls roughly as she takes you deeper and deeper into her body with each thrust.

Your lips meet hers in a fierce, demanding kiss that leaves her gasping for air. Her nails dig into your shoulders as she arches her back, meeting your rhythm with one of her own. She's wet and hot around you, squeezing you tightly as if trying to draw out every last drop of pleasure from your body.

With a low moan, she comes apart beneath you, her inner muscles clamping down on your cock in perfect synchrony with the explosion of sensation that rocks through her.

"Yes," she gasps, her eyes fluttering shut as you empty yourself into her. "More." Her hips rise off the couch, seeking your release even as her body is still wracked with aftershocks of pleasure.

You grip her hips tightly, holding her in place as you pump your spent seed deep inside her, filling her up until she's overflowing. She collapses against you with a sigh, boneless and satisfied. "Mmm... we should do that again sometime,"

The words hang heavy between them, laced with something more than just the drug-induced haze of lust they've shared. Tammy's breath catches in her throat at the implication behind those simple syllables. Her mind races as she tries to process what he's offering - not just sex, but something deeper. "Maybe," she says finally, her voice soft and hesitant now. The bravado from earlier is gone, replaced by vulnerability that makes her feel exposed despite being fully clothed for once.

Your movements are slow and deliberate as you dress her in the lingerie, admiring the way it accentuates her curves. With each snap and tie, she feels more and more vulnerable, yet oddly protected by your touch.

When you finish, you stand back to admire your handiwork, a smug grin on your face. "You look beautiful," you say, reaching out to brush a stray lock of hair out of her eyes.