**The Payoff**

I never thought I’d be doing this, but here I was—Trang, an 18-year-old student, flat on my stomach with my ass in the air, feeling the thick head of his cock pressing against my tight hole. The guy—some rich businessman twice my age—had found me online, messaged me with an offer I couldn’t refuse. A month’s rent in one night. All I had to do was take it in the ass and… well, his other request was weirder. But desperate times, right?

“Fuck, you’re tight,” he grunted, pushing in slowly. I bit my lip, my fingers gripping the sheets as the stretch burned. His dick was thick, and I could feel every inch as he worked his way in. My pussy was wet, though—I hated how my body reacted, how I got turned on even when it hurt. He bottomed out, his hips flush against my ass, and I let out a shaky moan.

“Move,” I whispered.

He didn’t need to be told twice. His hands gripped my hips, and he started fucking me hard, each thrust making my ass clench around him. The slapping sounds of his balls against me mixed with my gasps. I could feel the sweat on my back, the way my tits bounced with every slam of his body into mine.

“You like that, you little whore?” he growled, reaching around to pinch my nipple. I arched, whimpering, even as my cunt throbbed.

“Yes—fuck—yes,” I panted, because what else could I say?

He pulled out suddenly, leaving me empty, and flipped me onto my back. His cock was shiny with my ass, and he grabbed the back of my head, shoving it toward his dick. “Clean it.”

I swallowed, then opened my mouth, licking up the length of him. The salty, musky taste of my own ass mixed with his precum as I sucked him clean, swirling my tongue around the head. He groaned, watching me with dark eyes.

“Good girl,” he muttered.

Then, before I could react, he pushed me onto my back again, climbed over me, and—

“Open,” he ordered.

I did, confused, just as a hot stream hit my tongue. Piss. He was pissing in my mouth. My eyes widened, but his hand clamped over my lips, holding me still as the bitter liquid filled my mouth.

“Swallow.”

I gagged, but I did. It was warm, acrid, and it made my stomach churn—but I swallowed every drop because that was the deal. I needed the money.

When he was done, he pulled back, smirking as I coughed, spit running down my chin.

“There’s your cash,” he said, tossing a thick envelope onto the bed.

I wiped my mouth, hating how hot my pussy still was, how my nipples were hard.

And how I’d probably do it again if the price was right.