H-- had invited me to his house. This was strange, as I did not know him much, and didn't much like him. However, I went over anyways. When I got there, he handed me some clothes. I loked into the bag. There were clothes in there. Clothes from one of the alter-egos of the dready hippy chick he was shacked up with. Deandra.

She had darker skin, and dreadlocks, and was a mother. Her tits were about C sized. Once, sleeping on the floor, I had woken up in the middle of the night and imagined I was her.

"What's this?" I asked.

"Your clothes," he said. "Put them on." He handed me a bag. I looked into it It was enough money to keep me comfortable for life.

"Okay, H--," I said. I looked around for the real Deandra. "So where am I?"

He didn't know. Visiting someone, he assumed. I gave him a coquettish little laugh and swayed through the house, wearing a pathwork skirt and an off-pink corset.

He held out his hand. I grabbed it, and he pulled me towards him. He pecked me on the cheek, and then began to feel my tits through the corset.

"Give me a baby," I said. He moaned. I kissed him again. This time, with tongue. His cock was hardening: I reached into his pants to grab it. Meanwhile, he reached up my skirt and pulled the panties aside. We stroked each other until they were raging hard.

Then he led me to his bedroom. He pushed me down and we cuddled together. I ripped off his shirt and began to kiss his stomach up to his nipples, and then back down. I teased his cock with the tip of my tongue.

"Rub it between my tits," I whispered. He was more than happy to oblige." He slid it back and forth, while stroking my hair and telling me how much he wanted me. Finally, he forced it into my mouth.

I began to suck as he pushed in further and further. I gagged, and he pulled out for a moment, before ramming it back down my throat.

He was at the precipice of climax, when I pushed him away.

"Uh uh, baby," I said. "You got to get me wet first." I shoved him down to my own hard dick. In fact, he gobbled it. Well, almost. Just as I was about to cum, he pulled away.

 "This is the girl you really want," I said.

He nodded.

"Ready to do this?" He nodded again. "Even at my prices?"

"Fuck yes baby," he said, and then entered my asshole. It was painful and I cried as he slid in and out. I wrapped my legs around him and bore it, thinking of the money. And there was the other payment he agreed to.

 "Oh god," I said, "I love you. You feel so right in me." I laid back, lying, and gasping. Finally, he came in me.

I stood up, his seed still inside me.

"Maybe we made a baby," I said. He shivered with desire. 

My dick was still hard.

"Unless you want to suck it," I said, "we're done."

He handed over the money, and leaned over for a kiss.

"Only if you call me her name," I said.

"I love you, Deandra," he said. I left, after recieving his kiss, and spent some weeks waiting for my repayment.