The Installment Plan

by Cal Y. Pygia

 

"I never heard of anyone buying a Versace gown on layaway," Karen, the fresh-faced young blonde said, admiring the designer dress on which her customer had just made another payment.

Shaped to flatter, the gown was a gorgeous peau de soie satin. Its boned bustier created an incredible silhouette, and the draped skirt with the diamond belt provided plenty of brilliant sparkle. Fully lined, it had a hidden zipper in the back. Jenny had selected black, reasoning that basic black was good for all occasions, and, for the amount that she was paying for this gown, she wanted to be able to get a lot of wear out of it.

A small handbag, also in black satin, with a petite bow, and a pair of black heels, trimmed in gold, would set off the dress perfectly—but, first, Jenny had to finish paying for the gown.

Jenny smiled at the clerk. "I guess it is unusual," she admitted.

"How'd you arrange it?" Karen asked. "If you don't mind my asking, I mean."

Actually, Jenny did mind. However, she could see that the girl meant no harm. Perhaps the clerk meant to learn Jenny's secret only so she could apply it herself. She said, "Some men like girls the way we like dresses."

The clerk blushed. "Oh, I see. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to pry."

"No harm done," Jenny said.

"One more payment, and it'll be all yours." Karen's voice was full of longing—and maybe a touch of envy.

"One more?" Jenny repeated, surprised. "Is that all?"

The clerk nodded.

"You're sure?"

Again, Karen nodded. "It doesn't take long when you pay a thousand dollars each time."

That's easy for you to say, Jenny thought. She gave the gown a final, lingering look before leaving the store.

 

All the way home, she thought, One more payment. That's all that separated her from the fabulous Versace evening gown. One more payment. Just another measly thousand dollars.

Jenny was tired. She'd promised herself dinner out at the Italian restaurant down the street from her condo, before a long, relaxing bubble bath while she read a steamy romance novel and, then, a glass or two of champagne before bed. Instead, a vision of herself in the beautiful black gown in her head, she telephoned Carmine Rigottelli, one of her wealthier—and hornier—clients. Carmine was always "up" for sex, whatever the day or the hour thereof, and he paid her with a $1,000 bill that was so crisp and clean that it seemed to Jenny to have been starched and pressed. Maybe it had. With Carmine, one could never know for sure. The mobster was as eccentric as he was rich—or nearly so—and he loved money enough to launder it, both figuratively and literally.

A deep, raspy voice answered the phone at the other end of the line, and Jenny, her voice as soft and seductive as the peau de soie satin gown on which she'd just made the next-to-last payment, said, "I'm lonely, Carmine. Want a little company?"

"Always," the mobster said.

"I'll be right over."

 

She was true to her word.

Within an hour, she was at Carmine's palatial mansion. Fifteen minutes later, she and Carmine were upstairs, naked, in his bedroom. There was no need for niceties or preliminaries, other than a little cursory foreplay. After all, each of them was well aware of what the other wanted. Carmine wanted sex—anal sex, as always—and Jenny wanted money--$1,000, as always.

Carmine wasn't particularly handsome, although he wasn't ugly, either. He was middle aged, balding, and had a pot belly. His complexion was swarthy, both as a result of his Italian-Sicilian heritage and the number of hours he spend beside his swimming pool, lounging in the sun. He had huge balls—the biggest Jenny had ever seen (and she'd seen plenty)--and his cock, at eight hard inches, was more than respectable as well. It was thick, too, so much so that taking it to the hilt was somewhat uncomfortable. As a paying client, though, Carmine wasn't overly concerned with Jenny's comfort; like most men, he was more focused on his own pleasure. But, what the hell—Jenny was prepared to put up with quite a bit of discomfort for $1,000, especially when she needed only one more grand to finish paying for the fabulous gown she'd put on layaway several months ago.

Carmine had paneled every wall of his enormous bedroom with mirrors. Jenny could see herself—and Carmine—from every direction, simply by turning her head. He liked to start with her on top, facing away from him, so the mirror in front of her offered her a view of herself with her legs spread wide, Carmine's cock stuffing her asshole, and her arms down, behind her thighs. Her own shemale cock dangled between her legs, in front of the small, wrinkled pouch of her scrotum. Carmine's hands, reaching below her bottom, squeezed her ass cheeks as she moved her hips up and down, taking his prick back and forth within the circle of her impaled anus.

"Oh, that's right, baby," Carmine moaned, "fuck me!"

Jenny smiled, bouncing her ass harder and faster. She felt the gangster's cock jab and thrust between her buttocks as she bumped and ground her hips atop his groin.

"Oh, fuck me!" Carmine encouraged her again.

They continued in this fashion until Carmine slapped her backside, their signal that he was ready for a change in their positions. Jenny sat down, upon Carmine, fully seating his monster cock up her ass for a moment. It felt as if the huge prick would split her in half! Then, she managed to lean forward, and she felt the mobster's erection slide down, through her anus, and out of her ass, as she rose from the bed.

Carmine also got up. His penis stood upright against his belly, huge and stiff. "You know what I like, baby," he said, grinning.

Jenny smiled. Yes, she knew exactly what Carmine liked, and she planned to give it to him.

Jenny climbed back onto the bed, positioning herself on her elbows and her knees, her full soft breasts bobbing and swaying beneath her; her tight, firm ass high in the air; and her long, silken legs apart, revealing her dangling cock and balls and the small, secret opening to her bowels.

The sight of her cock and balls, between the full, sleek, round cheeks of her derriere, excited Carmine, as always, and he hastened into bed, kneeling behind her, his stiff, thick cock pointing into the cleavage of Jenny's glorious bottom. Carmine liked the doggy position best of all. It was slightly perverse, he thought, since it was somewhat impersonal, permitting him to focus his attention more easily upon his partner's ass, rather than on her face. Besides, it allowed him to watch his cock slide back and forth inside Jenny's asshole, which was always a thrill. Moreover, by straightening his back and stretching himself, or lifting onto one knee, he could attain far greater depth than he could in other positions, sending his prick all the way into the shemale slut's bowels. The fact that he could watch himself fuck Jenny from a variety of angles, simply by consulting different mirrors added to his excitement. Carmine grinned. He was going to make this shemale tart earn her thousand dollars!

Taking his erection in his fist, Carmine guided the purple glans between the creamy, silken cheeks of Jenny's derriere. The head of his cock met the stout resistance of her anus, and he pressed forcefully, driving the thick member into her widening, stretching asshole. An inch of his hard cock slid through the expanding sphincter, followed by another inch, and another, until he only his balls, pressing tightly against the lower curves of her flattened buttocks, remained outside her ass.

Jenny squeezed her eyes shut, gasping at the feeling of fullness that being crammed with Carmine's cock caused her. Her asshole fluttered frantically about his invading member, as if in a desperate, but vain, effort to dislodge the thick, hard cock. Carmine remained still, luxuriating in the sensations of her anus squeezing rapidly around his cock. It was delightful, as always.

Finally, as Jenny's asshole relaxed, accepting his violation of her bowels, the fluttering stopped, and Carmine withdrew his long organ until only the rubbery glans remained within the shemale's sphincter. Nearly eight inches of thick, rigid prick was poised before the entry to Jenny's ass, ready to commence its assault upon her rectum. He waited a moment, enjoying the sight in the mirror of his prick lodged between Jenny's smooth, round ass cheeks. Then, slowly, he fed his prick into the circle of her anus, watching his immense organ vanish between her creamy, sleek buttocks, as it slid past her parting cheeks and through the firm, smooth ring of her sphincter.

Jenny moaned again, biting her lower lip. She could take it, she told herself. She'd done so before, plenty of times; she could again. One more time is all she'd have to endure the discomfort of taking Carmine's huge cock into her ass. Then, the beautiful gown would be hers! She concentrated on images of herself, wearing the fabulous dress. She'd turn the heads of all the men who saw her, and she'd fill the hearts of all their women with jealousy and envy. In such a dress, she could have her pick of men, married or single.

Carmine thrust his cock hard, plunging the remaining four inches into Jenny's impaled asshole. Holding her hips firmly in his hands, Carmine jerked his buttocks back and thrust his prick into her bowels again, repeating these motions with greater and greater force and speed, until he was hammering her. Her ass cheeks flattened and bounced back as he slammed his prick into her, battering her buttocks before him.

Jenny cried out.

The sound of her passion—or pain—enflamed Carmine's lust, and he pounded his cock into her ass with all the fervor and fury of his own rising passion. His lunged and plunged, driving his erect penis hard and fast between her buttocks. His groin and balls made slapping sounds against her backside, and her balls, like her breasts, jiggled and bounced beneath her.

Carmine was always intense whenever he fucked her, but he'd never been this extreme, Jenny thought, gritting her teeth as she grimaced, her eyes shut tightly. Her body rocked and swayed before his brutal assault, and she felt his ferocity all through her frame, her belly and arms and legs shaking as much as her ass, her balls, her cock, and her breasts. Jenny's breath came and went in whimpers and gasps.

Carmine groaned, feeling the telltale tickling sensations of orgasm flood his loins. He slammed his prick home, sending the thick, rigid column of flesh deep into Jenny's bowels as his sperm, erupting from his straining, lurching penis, spewed deep within the interior of her rectum. Spurt after spurt of the thick, viscid semen flooded Jenny's bowels, and, still, his warm seed pumped from the balls within the tight, risen pouch of his contracted scrotum. It seemed as if all of Carmine's mind and strength gushed out of his cock, along with his semen, as if he were emptying himself, along with his seed, inside Jenny's ass. Although his cock was already completely lodged within Jenny's impaled bottom, Carmine ground his pubes still harder against her ass, wishing he could shove even more of his gushing cock into her rectum.

Finally, he'd emptied the reservoir of his semen, and, spent and exhausted, he lie still, atop Jenny, still inside her. She could feel his heart hammering against her back. There was a second, warm, wet skin of sweat between them that made them one flesh. Carmine panted, his breath hot against the side of Jenny's neck. Inside her, his penis was wilting. Softening, it became increasingly limp before finally easing out of the shemale's now-gaping asshole to trail the final drops of his oozing semen along the transsexual's sperm-glistening cleavage.

A few minutes later, as he watched Jenny finish dressing, Carmine handed her the thousand dollars. She'd definitely earned it, he thought. "When can I see you again?" he asked.

Tucking the crisp bill into the cleavage between her breasts, Jenny smiled at her wealthy client. "I'll call you," she promised.

 

At the boutique, Jenny paid the final installment on the lovely gown she'd put on layaway, courtesy of the store's silent partner, Carmine Rigottelli. She smiled, shaking her head as she thought of Carmine's sexual prowess. Although the gangster had fucked her half to death in exchange for the $1,000 he'd paid her, the horny bastard was, no doubt, already hard again, ready for more.

As Karen handed the gown across the counter to Jenny, the blonde clerk gave the dress a last, lingering look. "I'd give anything to own a dress like that," she said wistfully.

"Would you?" Jenny asked.

Karen nodded. "Anything."

Jenny gave the young woman an appraising look. Karen was pretty, in the clean, wholesome, girl-next-door way that Carmine liked. The clerk wasn't a shemale, like Jenny, true, but Carmine liked both genetic girls and shemales. Jenny had no doubt that the mobster would relish the opportunity to pound his monster cock up Karen's tight, firm, round ass. Hell, if Jenny were into girls, she'd like to do the same thing herself. She asked for a pen and paper.

When Karen had supplied her these items, Jenny wrote Carmine's name, address, and telephone number on the paper and handed it across the counter to Karen. "Carmine loves anal sex, and he's good for $1,000 a pop," she told the clerk. "You can earn your own gown in no time flat."

Karen grinned. What was a little butt-fucking if letting this guy Carmine fuck her in the ass meant she could own a gown like the one Jenny had just finished buying? She smiled at her customer. "Thanks."

The shemale returned her smile. "Just tell him Jenny sent you."

  

  

  

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