Debbi Matthews - Debbi_s dirt road

her power of the moment.

"That's a good little boy," Debbi cooed, spreading out wider so the man could do a proper job on her. The man didn't seem to know what he was doing. It was obvious to Debbi that the man's wife didn't allow him to perform oral sex on her. And that meant he probably had seldom received head from her.

"For an extra fifty bucks I'll let you pin all over me, if you like. Then I'll take your fat cock in my mouth and love it up with my tongue and lips until you shoot a thick wad of come into my mouth," Debbi said, toying with the man's hair as he continued to go ape shit between her legs. The man was sweating profusely and his nerves were almost completely out of control. Finally she came up for air. Debbi took this opportunity to move up on the bed.

"I already paid two hundred," the man protested weakly, after he'd finally gotten his breath. But Debbi could see the weakness in his eyes and the need he had for something she could do for him.

"How many times has your wife allowed you to pee on her, and then suck you off and swallow down all of your come?" Debbi asked, knowing fully the strength of her present position. The man shuddered even at the mention of the exciting

upcoming events. He shook as he took the money out of his wallet and laid it on her stomach. It was amazing how easy it was. So easy that Debbi let out a soft laugh.

"Now, please," the man begged, and Debbi got off the bed. He tried to bury his face in her tits, but she nudged him away. Then she grabbed him by his solid erection and led him into the bathroom.

"Now do it," Debbi commanded, taking a seat on the bowl and spreading her legs. Debbi had

already learned that a man with a full erection cannot urinate. Apparently, the man was not aware of that phenomenon of nature, for he stood helplessly, trying to do something. It was the opportunity to realize an erotic fantasy of a lifetime. Debbi suddenly grew disgusted at the weakness of the man and his need to do something filthy to her. She'd teach him a lesson.

"Now you'll make it," Debbi promised, bending her head down to the man's middle and easily capturing his hard-on in her mouth. Her fingers cruelly scratched his buttocks, so there would be a visible sign to his wife that he had been with another woman. After several rapid movements of her mouth on his shaft, the man groaned and vigorously fired out a full load of sperm.

"Ummmm," Debbi murmured as he filled her mouth with his hot come. She had wanted to make a display of spitting out the man's fluid, but it so filled her mouth, and felt so wirm and delicious, that she eagerly swallowed it as fast as his balls could make it. Some of the come ran down out of

the corner of her mouth and dropped down onto her body.

"Sweet fucking Jesus," was all the man could say. But Debbi wasn't finished. She began a quick

chafing with bared teeth over the still spurting cock. This not-so-gentle raking would leave his cock bruised, and it would be obvious to even the most naive observer that someone had been doing something to that cock. But Debbi then realized that the man's wife would probably on¶y permit lovemaking in the dark, and hence, would -have no reason or desire to look at her husband's erect cock.

"Easy, for cristsakes! Don't bite it off!" the man finally protested as pleasure turned to pain. He quickly pulled it roughly from her tight oral grip, causing still additional pain. He looked at his bruised cock and wanted to get even with her treatment of him by pissing on her. But he didn't have the guts. The man looked like he felt guilty and abused. He dressed as quickly as possible. Debbi laughed out loud as he slammed the door behind him. He wouldn't be back.

If Willie got a complaint from the man, Debbi knew he'd be angry. But Debbi didn't care about the weak and frightened little man, or his feelings. Or the even stranger guy before him. She had felt power over both of them – And that was all she ever really wanted from any man.

The next several weeks saw a regular pattern develop in Debbi's life. She turned three tricks a night, slept all morning, and spent the afternoons shopping. Most of the clients did not like the hold women had over them, and some actually hated to admit they needed to have a woman's body. But they were all easy to control and bend to her will.

Willie seldom came around, but he was prompt with her payments. It bothered Debbi when she

felt she was being cheated, out of her money, but the amounts she did receive went to buy the highest priced clothing she could find.

Debbi enjoyed strutting down the busy downtown streets. The lustful stares of men and the envious glances of women contributed to her growing confidence in her own power. There had been no mention of murder by Willie, which meant Buck had chosen to remain quiet. Debbi had judiciously avoided reading the papers or listening to a television newscast for ~ month after the incident, lest she hear about it and be reminded of that awful business. Now she felt greatly relieved and free of guilt.

Debbi had the misfortune of running into Willie on one of her shopping sprees. And he took that opportunity to demonstrate that she should still be very much concerned about the death of the woman in Chicago. Her past could easily catch up with her.

"Well, I see you're lookin' right fine, Mania," Willie said, startling her by his sudden appearance.

"What are you doing here?" Debbi asked, aware that they were on a crowded street.

"It's a free city. I'm out getting some air. And I got a little job for you," Willie said, taking her arm and leading her down the street. He took her to a restaurant tat was overly crowded, because of the time of day. Debbi was once more amazed at Willie's influence as the waiter nodded pleasantly and showed them to a booth in the rear. Willie ordered a shrimp platter for both of them and some coffee. Debbi felt a little apprehensive about what his news would be, when he finally got around to telling her.

"Willie, what do you want? I'm saying straight with you," Debbi said, feeling that somehow he

had heard about the extra tips she wasn't reporting.

"Hell, I know you are. But there is a lot more to this business than laying three guys a night. You live like a queen, and you got to pay the price on occasion," Willie said, sipping his coffee. Debbi felt a knot in her stomach as she remembered the same line Cindy had once fed her. Debbi was going out an the hook for someone else and she didn't like it. Willie reached for her purse. He opened it and put two sacks in it that he'd taken from his pocket.

"What's that?" Debbi demanded. She didn't like the methodical way in which Wile was behaving.

"A little packet of joy for two clients. I can't make the drop myself," Willie explained, writing dawn the addresses on a napkin.

"Hell, I'm not pushing any dope!" Debbi protested.

"Keep quiet! You crazy? All you have to do is hand the people that answer the door the packet. They'll hand you the money. The amount will be right, don't worry about that. And I trust you.

?You know why?" Willie asked, smiling. He looked her closely in the eye. Debbi felt powerless again.

"Why?" Debbi asked, feeling extremely uncomfortable.

"I know your past. Buck told me about you and that chick in Chicago," Willie said quietly. Debbi felt a tuning at her heart. She understood that Willie had been saving the information to blackmail her when he needed her for one of his errands. He was the same as that bitch Cindy.

"And I'm a reasonable man. You've done a good job for me. But you're getting to be a used cunt. The clients want fresh meat, new excitement. I'll keep you on for a couple more months. You'll get

an extra hundred each drop. It'll be something to save up for the future, when you're back out on the streets," Willie said.