This was a bad idea. Tina knew that even as she rang the doorbell. Hell, even Mrs. Conway knew it but that hadn't stopped her from sending Tina to this dirty apartment-building. Waiting for the catastrophe that was sure to happen once she got inside, she fiddled with the ugly, mud-brown dress with the silly white polka-dots she had bought for the occasion. Considering how she usually wore a coat covering a skimpy dress, designed to show off her curvy body and to be removed easily, the hideous housewife-dress made her feel incredibly uncomfortable.
Finally, the door was flung open and a twenty-something guy looked at her appraisingly. He gave her a quick up-and-down look before sneering, "whaddaywant... mom?"
"I'm not your mother," Tina replied aloof and strode past him, as if she owned the place. He closed the door behind her, and she turned to him, remembering her line, "And I've come for the money you owe your father. He may think you're good for it but I know better. Hand it over before you spend it on drinks and whores," she said and couldn't help but think
like you're doing right now.
"That's none of your business,
Mindy
! That's between me and dad!" he exclaimed -- quite believably, actually. Almost like he'd had this conversation with his real stepmother.
"When I married him, it became my business!" Tina hissed, feeling quite unreal. Right now she was being paid to have an argument about money -- how absurd was that? "Now, hand it over! All of it!"
"Alright, alright, don't get your panties in a twist," he muttered and handed her a wad of money he pulled from his pocket, "it's all there, I haven't even had time to spend any of it."
"My panties are none of your damn business," she sneered as she accepted the notes. She did a quick count and found 500 dollars, the agreed-upon amount. She slid her oversized bag down to the floor, opened it, found her ugly, pink wallet and put the money into it before putting it back into the bag and zipping it closed.
"Fine," she snapped, "and now the bottle of scotch -- I know it was you who took it!"
"Okay, okay!" he said and held his palms out in surrender, "come on in, and I'll get it for you."
"Better be quick," Tina said in that clipped tone of voice she had decided her Mindy-character used and followed him down a hallway, "I have an appointment in twenty minutes."
"Sure, sure," he said with a wolfish smile. Tina knew what was coming next and braced herself as she stepped into his bedroom. The room was untidy with clothes strewn on the floor and the bed unmade.
"Why..." she began but in the same he spun around, grabbed her and threw her on the bed,
"Au!" she cried as he jumped atop of her and pinned her down with his body, "what the hell are you-?"
"Shut up, bitch!" he snarled into her face, "I'm fucking tired of you and your nagging! Now," his hand pulled her dress up around her waist, baring her black panties, "I'm gonna find out why the fuck dad married a bitch like you."
"No! Jason, no! Stop it!" she cried and tried to get out from under him. She struck him on the shoulder but he just grinned and grabbed her wrist. Using his greater strength and the leverage of his position he easily pinned them over her head with his right hand, leaving the left free to explore her defenceless body.
"Shit, I knew you had great tits!" he laughed when he felt her large, soft mounds through the flimsy dress.
"Get off me! Jason, STOP!" she tried again and raised her leg to kick him. Laughing, he slid in between her now-spread legs, his groin on hers. She could easily feel his hard dick against her, and it frightened her. All instincts told her to fight, to scratch, to hurt him and get away, and she had to remind herself again and again that this was the plan. That he wanted a fight but she shouldn't overdo it.
"Please..." she begged feebly and he let go off her hands but only go grab a solid hold of the neckline of her dress and tear it apart. The weak fabric surrendered with a skreeech! and her black, satin bra was revealed.
"Jason, please. I won't tell anyone!" she pleaded and tried to cover herself with her hands. With a grip further down the dress, he tore it again, getting a full view of her flat stomach and with a final skreeech! the dress was torn from top to bottom.
"Fucking nice!" he grunted approvingly, ignoring the hands that tried to cover her bust and panties.
"Let me go. Please..." she whimpered. It had all gone so fast, and she didn't even know if she was acting anymore.
"Listen here, slut," he growled and grabbed her by the throat, "I'm gonna have some fun with you. If you don't piss me off too bad, you can leave after that..."
Panic set in as the pressure on her throat constricted the air-flow, and she forgot about modesty and tried to pry his hands off her neck. As her face turned red, he eased off the pressure a bit but in turn reached down and yanked so hard at her panties that the elastic broke around her left thigh. With an evil grin, he shifted his grip a little and tore the panties to shreds, leaving her pussy naked and unprotected.
"Very nice, Mindy," he chuckled as his hand caressed her carefully-groomed landing strip on her otherwise hairless pussy while she still tried to pry his other hand off her throat.
"Jason, please, your father's gonna be so mad..." she tried again.
"Like he's gonna care if his son plays around with his slut?" Jason asked doubtfully, "and it's not like you don't want this. Your cunt's dripping wet!" He effortlessly slid a finger into Tina's generously pre-lubed pussy to prove his point.
"Jason!" she gasped at his invading finger. Once again, she tried to push him off and close her legs but in vain.
He let go of her throat and instead pulled her bra-cups down below her large tits, one after the other, while still fingering her wet slit. The massive hooters with the smallish pink nipples stood proud, and he couldn't keep his hand off them, caressing them and playing with them.
"Please..." she pleaded again and tried to protect herself from his greedy fingers but he slapped her hands away. He let go off her pussy and pinched each nipple -- hard.
"I'm gonna fuck you now, Mindy," he said and savagely twisted her nipples, making her cry out, "and I don't care if you enjoy it or not. But... a slut like you? I can't imagine you won't..."
He opened his pants, pulled them a bit down and revealed an unmistakable bulge in his black boxers. He noticed her eyes on it and grinned at her.
"Yeah, it's all for you!" he winked and reached out to the night-table where a condom was waiting for him. Without giving her a chance to get up or even cover up, he pulled his boxers down and his prick appeared. During her career, Tina had seen many, many dicks, and she found nothing special about this one. It wasn't huge, nor was it small. Not thick nor thin. Still, she was here to earn money, not to admire the male reproductive organ.
"Please, please, Jason," she tried, her nipples still aching painfully, "it's too big..."
