As a twenty two year old young woman, myself and my then partner (Actually him) got into a financially difficult position. I don't want to go into too much detail about that, but needless to say I couldn't approach my parents. The guys we owed money too gave us three options:- Pay the money back in full...Pay them back in kind, in full (That statement was made privately to me alone)...Or both of us would pay the consequences. The first and third options weren't as far as I was concerned going to happen. The second however was a choice I had.

I met, I'll call them Tom and Jerry, at the motel they said they wanted me to be at, at two o'clock in the afternoon. By four o'clock I was completely fucked. And fucked in more ways than one. Both men had used and abused my mouth, pussy and asshole for their pleasure, without regard for mine. And both men had cocks far larger than I'd been fucked with before.
They'd had me gag countless times on their respective eight and ten inch cocks, and both men had fucked both my holes until I was sore from taking their huge black cocks. Neither wore protection as both told me they'd had the "snip". Both Tom and Jerry were in their early thirties. And in their world, pregnant women or young children were a luxury they couldn't afford. The sex was brutal, it was sex for them alone and not for me to enjoy at first. So as I walked back into my and my partners apartment, I cried my eyes out and took a long hot bath.

The second time I met them I knew what to expect, but if anything the sex became even more lurid, even more pornographic. To the point I was begging them not to fuck me as hard as they were. It didn't matter though as they continued to fuck me as they saw fit. Then after around half an hour, something in me clicked. I thought to myself if I go with the flow and treat them the same, maybe they would ease off and just maybe I'd somehow enjoy the sex. After all I was there to pay back what we owed. It was the turning point. A point where both men realized I wasn't going to be the soft female who just took their sexual fuckings of my body. Mounting Tom's huge cock anally, I got hold of Jerry's shiny black dick and swallowed his massive cock head, pulling him about as I rode his bosses dick. The rest of the afternoon was spent actually enjoying Tom's cock as Jerry (Tom's minder) found the sex too coy, too normal. Jerry crashed out on a chair as Tom and I explored a different form of sex.

A week later, fully expecting to meet Tom and Jerry again, I turned up to the motel to find only Tom waiting for me. He told me it was going to be just me and him and also added, I was to decide what we did. I started off trying to please him, to be as aggressive in what I did for him, until he stopped me from trying to deep throat all ten inches of his manhood. For the first time, he pulled me up to him and kissed me full and passionately. I didn't want to get personal with either of them. It to me was a business transaction in a way. But over the next hour myself and Tom made love. The sex was sometimes soft, it was passionate, but above all else it was unbelievably good. I didn't cum from forced pressure, I came from lust, from natural sexual feelings and from a need to pleasure the man I was with.

I had four more visits to the motel, all taken with just Tom present. After our last engagement Tom actually asked me if I wanted to be his bitch, his piece on the side. I declined his offer as he slipped his cock back into my pussy, but was sorely tempted as his cock brought me to yet another earth shattering orgasm. Tom then as gently as you like, licked and kissed my pussy and asshole clean of his cum. I orgasmed again as his tongue brought me to a softer, more peaceful climax. Showered, dressed and ready to leave, Tom told me that our debt was paid and that he was sorry to have started what we first had. It was the first time I saw the human side of his nature beyond the sex. Driving back home I went to put in a cd and found an envelope in the compartment I kept them in. It simply said "Thanks" and a cell phone number. parking my car, I opened the envelope to find a large amount of money. Driving past a homeless refuge still half an hour from our home, I stopped, got out and walked over to the door. Ringing the bell I waited and smiled at the guy who answered. I knew the guy from previous meetings with him, so I knew when I handed over the money, it was going to used and spent on people who genuinely needed it.

I haven't seen or heard from Tom, or Jerry for that matter since. But I do know Tom has become a father (Reversal I guess) Myself and my then partner split up four years ago. He never found out how I resolved our (His) financial problem. Unfortunately he began to drink heavily again and my friend from the refuge told me he has used the facility again where I first met him. For my part, I'm now a successful business woman who knows you can be right at the bottom of society one day, and fight to be who you want to be the next. None of us are perfect, and no one is entirely blameless, so I know what I did was for us back then, the right thing to do. Who knows if I ever meet Tom again, I might just have an afternoons fun with him for old times sake.