[Fiction] Rent Free (R-18)

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Nurse Janet was at the expected rendezvous. Tina had fallen asleep in the back to the taxi cab, so she was still groggy when she walked up to the door of the motel room. The nurse dragged her into the room without ceremony.

"Good, you're here. Good girl."
"...what's going to happen?" Tina asked, still in a daze.
"You're gonna get a lot of work done tonight, honey. Now strip!"

Too exhausted to fight back, Tina tossed her clothes to the floor. The nurse picked them up and threw them in the bathroom.

"The first people arrive in only fifteen minutes, so we need to get you ready. Put this on."

It was a blindfold. Tina wrapped it around her head but not over her eyes, not yet. The nurse pushed her down on the bed; taking handcuffs, she tied one hand to one bed post, and the other at the other end.

"There we go. All nice and snug."
"It's a little tight."
"That's not my problem, slut. Now, let me look at your pussy."

The nurse leaned down between Tina's legs and examined her sex.

"It's all red and swollen. Guess it's already seen some use tonight. What about your ass? Do I need to check that too?"
"No."
"So there have been a few dicks up your ass too already? Good to know."

The nurse lowered the blindfold so Tina couldn't see anymore, making sure it was secure. She then reached into her handbag and also put earpieces inside Tina's ears. She plugged it to a music system.

"What you'll be listening to," she spoke before turning on the sound, "is a compilation from pornographic movies. Sounds of sex. If that doesn't you riled up nothing is."
"Wait? What am I supposed to do?"
"You? Nothing but spread your legs and wait for the men to trickle in."

As she spoke, the nurse reached under her short skirt, pulling off her panties and curling them into a ball, then pushing that ball inside Tina's mouth. To make sure she didn't spit it out, she ran some tape over the mouth as well.

"You're gonna make us a lot of money tonight, girl. And if you cooperate, we might even let you keep some."

The tone changed, becoming threatening.

"Now you better behave or I'll have to tie your legs too."

Tina would behave. She had no other recourse. All she wondered about was her mother, and how she would explain not coming back late in the night. After all, Tina was convinced this scene wouldn't end until morning. An educated hunch, perhaps.

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The door to the motel room opened, and the man walked out, zipping up his pants, quite content at the turnout. In the parking lot, there were three other men waiting, sitting on the hood of their old Volkswagen. None of them were young men, all drinking beer.

"Hey, he's out!" one of them called out to the man who had just exited.

The man stared back at them.

"Is this the place?" one of the trio asked.
"Yeap. She's inside. A beauty too, young, fresh... if you don't mind seconds or thirds."
"How much?"
"A hundred, you pay inside to the nurse... one at a time, no pushing. There's someone else with her right now though, so you'll have to wait a bit more."
"How old is she?" the older one asked.
"Barely legal..."

The answer made the man smile.

"Remember," the man said, "no funny stuff or they'll fish your corpse out of the river. Just a clean fuck, in and out, spray wherever you want, clean up your mess."

They didn't argue. They were too eager for their turn.

Inside the motel room, another man, balding, in his fifties, clearly not in shape, was busying his dick inside Tina's cunt, riding her for all his worth, while in the corner, dressed in sexy nurse lingerie, Janet contemplated the sight. The bills she had collected were sticking out of her bra, five hundred now.

"Goddamn she's tight as a virgin's bum," the man gloated.
"Your time is almost up. Counter is at three minutes," the nurse commented, sneering.
"Fuck, but I want to come in her pussy so bad..."
"Then put some energy into it. I can slap your ass if that helps."

She made her cravache snap, and the man redoubled his efforts while Tina lay there, fucked further by the unknown person, her eyes still hidden under the mask, her mouth still gagged, her arms still spread and her hands still tied. She was in it for the long haul. With the sounds of sex playing in the earphones, she couldn't recognize any voices in the room. She was nothing more than a sex doll.

"One minute," Janet called.
"Fuck. Fuck... Come on..." the man cried out as he kept drilling her hole. He would not make it, and this made him angry. He wrapped his hands around Tina's throat, choking her.

"Choke my dick with your cunt, you bitch!" he yelled at her.

Still, he kept going, hopeful to finally climax before his time was up.

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Love the sex scene. Horny like fuck.

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It was in a dirty toilet stall. To be honest, it wasn't that dirty, but it felt dirty. With three fingers up her pussy, Justine was riding high; her lover's mouth was wrapped against her breast, licking and biting at it, fucking her sex with fierce determination.

Justine had gone to the lesbian bar with no expectations. Failing to get immediate answers to the request for a partner to fuck her on camera, not expecting her daughter to return anytime soon, she had decided to go out and try one of those bars she had researched on the internet. This one was called the Wet Bird. Justine had worn a one-piece short dress, high-heeled shoes, plenty of makeup and her best smile.

Now, she was practically naked, her dress wrapped around her neck, her breasts uncupped from her bra and exposed, her panties around one ankle, her left shoe missing somewhere in the bathroom. It had taken less than an hour of drinks and looks to find a lady willing to enjoy a good time. She was in her fifties, still slim despite her age, and she had let her fingers do the talking.

"Fuck... fuck... I'm gonna come..."
"Cum on my fingers again, you slut..." the older woman, whose named she had never gotten, goaded her on.

The climax was heavenly, the second in only a few minutes. The woman slowed down, giving Justine a reprieve.

"Fuck wow..." Justine mumbled.
"You said it slut... you're really a horny bitch, you know that."
"You always talk like that?"
"Only to dirty cunts," the woman whispered in her ear, licking her earlobe, then continuing, "bitches who need to be fucked bad."
"...I guess that's me all right."
"If I had my strap-on here, I'd ram your ass up into your chest..."

Justine smiled, and a nasty idea entered her mind.

"Well, maybe we can help each other..."
"I was thinking it was about time you serviced me, slut."
"I can certainly do that but... have you ever thought of recording it?"

The woman in question didn`t know to be outraged or interested at the suggestion.

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Like the older women.

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It was around five AM. The last man was done, spending himself deep inside Tina's already swollen and overflowing hole. Most of her partners had done it within the time constraint given to them, sending load after load of semen dripping into her vagina. He laid on top of her, satisfied.

"Are you done?", the nurse asked, visibly tired from all this waiting around.
"I still got a minute left to cuddle..."
"No cuddling. Get off and wipe yourself."

The man in his sixties obeyed, somewhat reluctantly. The money had already changed hands, so he simply pulled up his pants and walked out. Janet walked to the bed and sat beside it, removing the headphones.

"There you go... that wasn't so bad, now, was it?"

Tina was having trouble breathing through the gag. Her crotch was incredibly painful from all the men that had enjoyed it (counting each hundred dollar bill or equivalent would reveal to Janet that 15 individuals had done so within a span of four hours - not counting everyone whom she didn't know about at the party prior to that). Her chest was swollen from the weight and pressure all the men (some of them quite heavy, around three hundred pounds) had exerted on her as they fucked her. Her throat was parched from dehydration. It was painful to breathe. Her brain ached from the lack of sleep.

The nurse didn't seem to mind.

"I have one more for you to do", the nurse told her as she untied her hands.

The nurse flipped Tina over to her knees because she couldn't do it herself, presenting her behind appropriately. She put the headphones back on her ears, reminding her to comply. Simply finding herself in a new position was an incredible release for Tina, but it didn't last. A minute later, she felt another hard dick entering her, this time pushing its way inside her ass. She cringed at the renewed pain, unable to fight back, unaware as before who was doing the drilling and enjoying it.

Nurse Janet kept an eye on Tina as she was pounded yet another time. They didn't need her to turn around. The penetration didn't last very long. A hot stream of cum fired into her ass, the man pulling out and finishing on her back. Nurse Janet smiled at the man, who winked at her.

Samson pulled up his pants. Before walking out, he took half the money from Janet, smiling all the way to the bank.

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Love the new update it is a great story.

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Tina crawled into her bed around 6AM on Saturday morning. Her entire being ached from lack of sleep, dehydration, excessive sexual activity, sore muscles, and a killer headache. She didn't even notice that her mother wasn't in bed as she collapsed over the sheets, not bothering to undress.

Around 6:30, there was movement across the kitchen as a woman quickly went to the bathroom, then returned to the bed in the video room, where Justine was still sound asleep. The older woman grinned as she saw the strap-on dildo left on the floor from the previous floor which she had used to pound Justine into submission. A noise from the other room drew her attention, and she entered the bedroom, noticing Tina on the bed.

Without thinking, the older woman started to take off Tina's clothes, undressing her completely, then she pulled the sheets over her, giving her a kiss on the forehead.

She closed the door on her way out, then headed back to the video room. She examined the computer for a moment. She picked up the strap-on and tied it once more around her belt. She then grabbed a scarf which she wrapped against the bottom of her face. Once that was done, she activated the recorder.

Justine woke up with fingers in her sex, driving her to a muffled orgasm as the older woman forced her panties into her mouth, then was ridden hard until she climaxed on the strap-on deep inside her sex. Afterwards, the older woman requested a bout of oral plan, so Justine was forced on all fours and lapped up her new lover's pussy with abandon until the older woman climaxed hard on her face. Once that was done, the two fell back asleep in bed, and the camera kept rolling.

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Continue this please? Loving the part with the nurse.

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"She is lovely," Gael told Justine as they drank their morning coffee. "Her father was African-American, I take it?"
"Yes, but he's not involved. I haven't seen or heard of him in thirteen years."
"Hope you enjoyed this morning's romp?" Gael whispered to Justine.
"It was certainly enjoyable."

Both women were dressed in their lingerie from the previous night, relaxing.

"You can be quite domineering," Justine said.
"I like having someone under my thumb," Gael replied.

Sounds of movement came from the bedroom. It was now past eleven. Tina crawled, naked, out of the room and headed straight for the bathroom. She didn't look well, pale and green almost. She didn't acknowledge there was someone unknown in her dining room.

"...she doesn't look well," Justine said, concerned.
"She came in around 6AM... I know 'cause it woke me up," Gael replied. "She just fell on the bed, so I undressed her and put her under the covers... I hope you don't mind."
"No. Thank you."

Suddenly, they heard the sound of someone vomiting in the bathroom.

"I better go check," Justine said.

Gael let her go. Tina was hunched over the toilet, her hair held back.

"Honey...?"
"...mom... I'm not feeling good..."
"What happened last night?"
"I..."

Tina paused. She had gotten to a point with her mother than she could tell her anything, but the new blackmail she was under was a new condition that warranted its own approach. Still, her mother had helped with the previous situation.

"...I got involved in something..."
"Something like what?"
"...sex-thing..."
"More than what you're doing with your friends?"
"...yeah... I... was a prostitute."
"What?"

The question wasn't judgemental at all: it was full of concern and care.

"...mom, they had guys coming in to fuck me and paying for it..."
"With your friends?"
"No... someone else... I can't tell you who though 'cause... it's all my fault."

Now wasn't the time to fight the pain, Justine told herself. Now was the time to care for her daughter. Had Gael not been in the other room, she would have poured a bath for Tina and helped her relax any way she needed.

In the other room, Gael had been paying attention, listening in on every word- and she wondered what that dialogue meant. She was certainly surprised at the confidence level between mother and daughter, their ability to talk openly about sex. It was, at the very least, refreshing.

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Continue please!

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[You'll have to bear with me if I don't get back to the nurse just yet... there's a lot of things happening. Don't worry, she'll have her hand in this soon enough.]

Tina took a bath, alone, while Justine entertained her guest who, apparently, had nowhere to go today. Tina walked out of the bathroom and saw the older woman, gorgeous, in her fifties. Introductions were made, and Justine did not sugar coat the details of their encounter. Tina herself was evasive about what had happened to her on the previous night, but she did not feel well. She went back to bed.

Justine took Tina's phone and texted her friends at the RatPack from it, letting them know that she was so sick that she probably wouldn't be able to make it tonight. All the while, Gael hung around in her lingerie from last night, taking in the scene quietly.

"Your daughter is adorable..."
"She is..."
"Her father was black?"
"Yes."
"It shows."

Justine's mind should have been on her new lover that had spent the night, but it was clear to Gael that she only had eyes for her daughter; her motherly love bordered on the psychotic. What Gael had failed to mention yet was her profession: psychiatrist. It had not taken a long time for a diagnosis to form itself in Gael's mind, though she kept it to herself.

"You care for her a lot..."
"She's all I have..."
"So I see."

It didn't even seem odd to Justine that Gael hung around in her kitchen while Justine hovered between the bedroom and the kitchen. Time went by, and Gael checked her own messages, answering a text, but then refocusing on the scene. Eventually, she forced Justine to settle down.

"If you're so concerned about her, maybe you should take her to a clinic..."
"...I don't have the money for it."

The argument lingered in the room for a moment.

"No HMO insurance?"
"No... and... she...."
"Maybe she's sick because of what she did last night, and she's a minor, right?"

For a moment, Justine was scared that she was going to be judged, but Gael seemed sympathetic.

"Tell you what... we'll take a taxi to the clinic, go together. I'll take her to my own doctor, he can check her out."
"...why would you do that?"
"Because I'm concerned too isn't sufficient a reason?"
"I suppose..."
"Go get her dressed. I'll do the same and call us a cab."

As Justine got up to do just that, Gael called her back.

"There is one thing, though... you and me are going to have a session after this."
"A session? Like last night?"
"Not exactly, though I'm certainly not against the idea. No. We'll sit down and talk. I think you need it."

Justine was puzzled about the comment, but she was too concerned about Tina to think about it. It would wait for later.

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Sounds like some blackmail is going to happen.

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The female doctor had finished her checkup of Tina and was now doing her follow-up. The teenage girl was sitting alone in the observation room, with her mother anxiously awaiting the test results. It was now late in the afternoon, and the clinic was empty. Then again, the place was private. Gael apparently had means.

"Miss Brant?"
"Yes," Justine said as the doctor moved up to her.
"I finished the checkup and we sent blood for analysis but... I can tell you the basis of her condition."
"And?"
"Extreme exhaustion, dehydration..."

The doctor's attitude was clinical, not much empathy in her words.

"Has she been raped?"
"No! God no!..."
"Then she was sexually active, and whoever was with her was quite forceful. My exam revealed bruises inside her vagina."
"Oh my!..."

It wasn't actually a shock.

"I would recommend her not frequenting whoever did that to her."

There was something the doctor wasn't saying.

"And her blood?"
"We'll have results in a few days. Gael said she was covering the expenses..."
"She's one of your patients?"
"Yes."

Justine looked back at her daughter, still waiting in the other room.

"So... what do I have to do to help her?"
"Give her fluids. Electrolytes would be good. And make her rest. And no sexual activity for at least a few days. We need to give her body time to heal. And I would stay away from whomever she has been with recently. Cases like these are borderline rape, but if no one presses charges, nothing happens."
"I'll take care of her, doctor."

The doctor looked back at her patient.

"She also had a minor fungal infection. I prescribed an ointment cream that she needs to administer. It is contagious, so it might be wise to talk to whomever she had sex with."

Considering how intimate she had been with her daughter, Justine cringed. She asked the question as generally as she could.

"Do you know when she would have gotten it?"
"Hard to say. It's well developed so maybe a few days at least..."

The doctor, thankfully, didn't catch on. Justine went to join Tina in the observation room to check up on her. The doctor moved towards Gael.

"What's her story?"
"Single mother, down on her luck, looking for a good time... hooked up with her at the lesbian place I hang out at..."
"Better get yourself checked out too."
"I'll come in tomorrow, doc... right now, I need to take care of that woman. She's... got issues."

Both of them looked back at the mother and daughter duo, wondering what had led to this situation. Gael was highly interested in finding out for herself, and not simply because of professional curiosity. In these two lay an unspoken challenge, one that the psychiatrist wanted to win!

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Love this story.