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CHAPTER FOUR

It was late morning and Donna had just dressed when footsteps clumped up the outside stairs and the doorbell rang. She went to the door.

"Well, Miss Tyler," Jerry Watts said, "you're always a pretty sight. Mind if I come in?"

She shrugged and stood aside. He would come in anyway. State social workers were that way. .

"What do you want?"

"Goodness! You'd think I wasn't welcome here."

"Jerry, you've been on my ass ever since I had Danny. What do you want now?"

He didn't answer her. Instead, he looked around the apartment as though admiring the furnishings. He went to the couch and sat down.

"This joint's a real dump," he said. "You keep it clean and neat, but it's a dump anyway. Not a very good place to bring up a baby."

"Get to the point!"

"All right. Here's the point. The minute you gave birth to Danny, the state took an active interest in his welfare. For a young single parent, living on the edge of poverty, custody isn't automatic. Look, just let me put you on welfare. You'll get more than you're making now. There won't be any questions of your being fit to keep him."

Hot blood rushed to her cheeks. "You son of a bitch! I'll never sponge off the taxpayers. I've always done my part and I'll just keep on doing it."

"We've been through this before. You've had a damn rough time, but I have to look at the dry statistics. Donna, there are state guidelines for minimum acceptable support. I have to work within those limits. How much money do you make that you can depend on?"

"I run the bar here at Kelly's and I just got a part-time job as cocktail waitress at the Palomino. I make three-fifty-five an hour, plus I get to keep all my tips."

"I said money that you can depend on. I think that boils down to three-fifty-five an hour."

She glanced at the bedroom door. Suddenly she felt a sense of panic, her heart pounded hard and fast. It pounded so hard she could feel it.

"You cocksucker! You stay away from Danny! I'll kill you if you try to take him away from me!"

He spread his hands, palms up. "Calm down, Donna. I'm on your side. The state has the right to take over custody of your son. The state could do that, but I have some discretionary authority."

"What are you talking about?"

"I'm saying that, if you're nice to me, I could overlook your salary shortfall – for now. You're a beautiful woman. Every man thinks of taking someone like you to bed."

"That's it? You just want to fuck me?"

"In a word, yes."

She let her breath out slowly. Maybe things weren't going to be so bad after all. He wasn't such a bad-looking guy. Maybe he was good in bed.

Jerry unzipped his coat and shrugged out of it. He turned and looked at her, a slight smile on his face. His eyes started at her hair and traveled down to her tits, waist, hips and legs. The smile on his face turned into a leering grin as his eyes seemed to bore right through her clothing. Other men had leered at her, but not in such an evil way.

"You're a good-looking girl, but you'll look better if you get ready."

"What?"

"Your clothes. We can fuck better if you take your clothes off."

Numbly, she reached back and drew the zipper on her dress down to her ass. She slipped it down off her arms and down off her hips and legs. His eyes followed the hem of her slip as she drew it off her hips and up over her head.

By the time she'd tossed the slip aside and was unhooking her bra, he'd shed his pants and was unbuttoning his shirt. She pulled the little lacy garment forward and the cups stuck to her tits, then popped free, making them jiggle slightly, then stick out firmly.

Jerry stood naked before her, his cock hard and curved up slightly. His grin broadened as he looked at her in panties, sheer stockings, high-heeled shoes, and her flimsy little garter belt.

"I'll take care of the rest," he said, as he slipped his hands into her panties and peeled the thin garment down off her hips. She stepped out of them.

He reached down to her cunt and pinched the bare pussylips together tightly, then he ran his hand up on the smooth cunt mound.

"Now that's what I call kinky," he said. "Kinky but nice."

He grabbed her tits and pulled them, then let the flesh slip through his fingers to bounce back. He pulled them again and again, grinning more broadly with each tug.

Finally, he held her by the waist and pushed her back. She took a step back against the bed and sat down. He pushed her down on her back and ran his hands down on her legs. His hands were rough on the tender flesh of her thighs as he grabbed her just above the knees, brought her legs up and spread her thighs straight out to the sides.

His fingers worked into her cuntlips and stretched them wide. A rough finger pushed her inner slit open and probed into her cunt.

"Oh!" Her hips jerked up, then her ass settled to the bed.

Jerry drew his finger out and said, "That's a cute little cunt you have, Miss Tyler, but I think we'll do something else this time."

He closed her legs and, grabbing her hips, rolled her over onto her stomach. After crawling upon the bed, he stuck an arm under her waist and drew her up on her knees.

His own knees pushed between hers and spread her legs apart, leaving her with her ass up high and her tits resting on the bed.

His finger pushed lightly against her asshole – lightly at first. Then it pushed harder and twisted back and forth. She tried to hold her ass closed tightly, but his finger pushed too hard. It slipped in all the way to his first knuckle.

Jerry twisted his finger back and forth as he fucked it in and out. Finally, he pulled his finger out and got off the bed, leaving her on her knees, her legs spread.

"Now don't go away, Miss Tyler," he said. "I'll be right back."

Clattering noises came from the bathroom. He came back with a bottle of baby oil. Her face flushed hot at the sight of it.

"You bastard! You leave that alone! That's Danny's!"

"Please calm yourself, Miss Tyler. You might say that everything we do is for Danny. This will just make it easier for you. It won't hurt as much."

The bottle gurgled behind her, then his finger slipped easily into her asshole and worked back and forth. With his finger lubricated, it didn't hurt as much when he thrust it in.

He shifted on the bed and settled his body down over her back, his hands grasping her asscheeks.

His hands spread the cheeks of her ass, then his cock pushed against her asshole, gently at first, then harder.

Helpless to do otherwise, Donna waited, her ass high, her tits pressed into the bed, her face turned to the side, waited for his big cock to pry her asshole open. She tried to squeeze her asscheeks closed, but Jerry's hands were too strong. Slowly, her asshole opened and the big head of his cock pushed its way in. As the cockhead fucked inside, she could feel the muscles in her asshole tighten down on his cockshaft.

His cockhead brought a wave of searing heat as it fucked deep into her ass. Then the heat went away as he drew out – drew out to where the prickhead was just inside her asshole. Then he fucked back in.

Donna began to enjoy the waves of heat his cock brought her. Her hips soon began rocking slightly to the motion of his cock. The successive waves of heat became a delightful aching pain that ran through her hips and cunt, rising and falling, rising and falling.

Without breaking the rhythm of the thrusts of his cock, Jerry reached an arm under her and slipped a finger into her cunt. It pushed through her inner slit and hooked inside her cunt.

"Oh!" Her body jolted with the stab of heat. His finger drew back, then fucked in again.

"Oh!"

She couldn't remain passive, taking his abuse without moving. Each time he touched her clit, her hips shook as the pulse of heat trailed off.

"Oh! Oh! Oh!"

Now he fingered her clit each time his cock drew back in her ass. The wave of heat in her ass barely peaked and was just receding when the pulse of heat hit her clit. Her breath came in quick gasps. A whine escaped from her throat.

Jerry's cock-strokes in her ass came faster and harder. He fingered her clit harder too. The pulses of heat in her clit changed to a wave – a big wave – building higher.

"Ooohhh!" Her cuntjuice flooded over his finger, making her hips jerk in quick spasms.

His cock drove harder but slower. Then he grunted and rammed full length up her ass, slamming his hips against her asscheeks. His cum spurted hot, deep in her ass.

He quivered against her each time he spurted. Each time his jism shot into her, it was less than the time before. Finally, all motion ceased.

Still holding his finger in her cunt, he drew his spent cock out of her ass. He moved his finger to her clit one more time, sending her hips into a spasm, then drew his hand away.

He pulled her knees back, bringing her down on her stomach. Then he rolled her over on her back and spread her thighs again.

Jerry leaned down, parted her cuntlips with his hands, and kissed her inner puss silt. She lay with her legs open, watching him, an empty feeling in her stomach, her energy drained, too exhausted to move, too exhausted even to speak.

He dressed quickly, not bothering to straighten his shirt.

"You're a nice little piece of ass, Miss Tyler," he said. "I liked ass-fucking you, and I think you liked it too. Rest assured your financial problems are a well – guarded secret with me – for now. I can let myself out. Please don't get up."

With much effort, Donna got up, stripped off her stockings and started the shower. It was time she went out and found another job, she thought. She needed income she could depend on.