The Debt Collector E-Book

Hentai Jones

• Herausgeber: BookRix
• Kategorie: Erotik
• Sprache: Englisch

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2017

Beschreibung

I wasn't really interested in money, I had inherited heaps of that stuff from my father: I was only interested in new erotic adventures with new erotic women, I just loved the thrill of it! I was generous in lending money out to men, but I preferred the interest to be paid by women, and I thoroughly enjoyed my job as the debt collector!

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Hentai Jones

The Debt Collector

This is the Hentai you love!

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The Debt Collector

The Debt Collector

by Hentai Jones

BookRix Edition 2017

Copyright by Amé

Hentai Jones:

THE DEBT COLLECTOR

This is the Hentai you love!

1 - Miss Fuji

 Miss Fuji

Mister Fuji was a bit of a drunkard and possibly a gambler too, three months ago I had to borrow him money for a new car, which he smashed a few weeks later, and I was waiting for a repayment ever since: it was about time, that I paid him a visit! His wife said, that Mister Fuji wasn't at home, that he was still in hospital, but she was begging me into the living room and offered me a cup of tea - she was a lovely young lady with gentle eyes and little dimples in her cheeks when she was smiling. She said, that she was extremely sorry about the debt, that the feisty hospital fees were an additional burden and that she had trouble to pay the rent - she was so cute that I had problems not to stare at her bulging breasts under the white blouse or at the long slender legs clad in an erotic black pantyhose! She was holding her knees close together and her hands neatly folded in her lap, she was a pretty shy flower and surely a pleasure to pick!

Miss Fuji told me, that she was in no position to make a repayment this month, but if I had the politeness to come back in four weeks she would hopefully be able to save up for an installment - that was exactly what all my debtors said, but my late father had bestowed so much money on me that I never had to worry about it for the rest of my life! But there were things money couldn't buy, and something desirable like Miss Fuji was worth much more for me than a car - so I looked at her and asked: »But what about a bit of interest?« She opened her bag and took out her purse, there were only a couple of coins in there and a few small bills, which she was offering me with a guilty face: »That's all I have left and I wouldn't know what else I could give you!« Only a woman could ask such a stupid question, and I was sure, that Miss Fuji must have been a bit frustrated after three weeks without a husband, if that hopeless drunkard had ever been able to get it up at all - but I was hooked by her charms and I wasn't to give that easily!

So I proposed, to forget about the repayments until her husband was back at work if she would undress for me, and now I had her blushing like rose! »If you want to help your husband, Miss Fuji, this is the least you can do!«, so I tried to convince her - she was fighting a mind battle inside her head for a while, comparing the benefit to the sacrifice, and she frequently shook her head in denial. I was already fearing, that she would throw me out with screaming and kicking, but to my utter disbelief she finally nodded her pretty head and asked deep in shame: »Here and now, Mister Sato?« »Of course«, I replied, »unless you want me to stay the night!« Okay: I was a big bad man, with my money I could buy myself every stripper I wanted and get a lap dance for free, I could afford a whole harem full of virgins if I felt like it, but I didn't! I was enticed by unique and spontaneous encounters, I didn't believe in relationships: daily sex with always the same partner would bore me to death, and therefore had failed dismally to marry all along!

Miss Fuji had finally found the courage to get up from the couch and she took her checkered household apron off, she wore a tight black skirt underneath, surely short enough to arouse even a drunken husband! She had the narrow waist of a dancer and the lean hips of a schoolgirl, if I would have met her before she had married an idiot I probably would have fallen for her - she was fumbling with the zipper on her mini skirt and only with a big effort she was able to peel the thigh garment over her cute bubble butt! She was extremely slow and tentative in all her actions and she let me savour every detail - the prostitutes at the club charge you fifty Dollars for a striptease and they are already dressed again for the next customer after five minutes, this but was a completely different affair: in the moment I would have bought Miss Fuji a new car and a new husband on top of that just to enjoy her luscious body for a while. She certainly wasn't a virgin anymore after her years of marriage, but she surely was behaving like one!

I lit myself a cigarette to calm my nerves and with a wave of my hand I urged the pretty lady to get on with her arousing business - by now I was as horny as a backyard bastard and had a boner in my pants which could do some serious damage to Miss Fuji's inhibitions! It seemed to be quite a delicate action to undo all the buttons of the stretched blouse, but the flimsy garment slowly slid apart to allow me a glance at her chest, the bra was pink and rendered in frilly lace, it wasn't a big model but it definitely was full with soft warm flesh! The belly button came out as cute as I like them, and the elastic seam of her black pantyhose was biting hard into her waist to keep her figure trim - but after she had dropped her blouse onto the couch she was showing the first signs of doubt, if she should go on! She looked at me and asked: »Are you happy now, or do you need more, Mister Sato?« - »I want everything, dearest Miss Fuji, if you wouldn't mind!«, I replied with nonchalance and reclined back into the soft lounge chair like a pasha!

Taking a tight pantyhose off gracefully I had never considered as an easy task, not to mention of putting them on in the first place, but women were used to the challenge and surely they had developed their secret tricks - a man like me would just have ripped them to shreds and bought her a hundred new ones, because ripping pantyhose was fun for men! Miss Fuji's pink panties were matching the bra perfectly, but like the bra they were maybe a number to small for her, they were sitting tight between her legs and the slit of her sex was clearly defined though the stretched fabric - but then she was hiding the jewel behind her hands: »Please, Mister Sato, that should be enough!«, she was begging me but I just shook my head and lit another cigarette, as if I had all the time in the world and said: »If you want a full easement on the back payments, dear Miss Fuji, I think that a full strip would be appropriate! But if you're too shy for it, we better forget about the proposal!« She bit her lips and she lowered her eyes, but she was not too shy!

To undo a stretched bra was a difficult business as well: the clasps were in the back and to reach for it was a delicate motion, which pushes the bosom up and out - and she definitely had a very lovely bosom! When the pink brassiere finally came off she was hiding her breasts behind her hands like a schoolgirl before she found the courage to show me her nipples: two juicy red raspberries on creamy white rice puddings - an absolutely mouthwatering sight for a bachelor like me! And when I had thought, that the knickers actually were the simplest part of the whole dress-up to take off I was completely surprised: they seemed to be glued to the plump buttocks and Miss Fuji made a perfect show out of the action to peel them off - a show sweetly mixed with inhibition and shame, and with a hint of lasciviousness now too! Her bottom surely was a pillow for the Gods and a temptation for the Devil I was - but when she finally turned around to me she had both hands in her groin to deprive me of her last secret: the most exciting one!