Taking Liz’s Pussy for a Drug Debt

“So where’s my money, motherfucker?” I yelled at Murph while my boys Ed and Jimmy held their guns to him. Ed had his Glock on Murph’s knee and Jimmy’s Beretta was ground into his ear. Murph owed me $3,300 and was way overdue for payment. I am a fairly large pot distributor and Murph is one of my regular guys who deals for me. He was always good to settle up after I’d front him what he needed, usually a QP (that’s a quarter pound for you novices). We both made a lot of money and business was always good. Unfortunately for Murph, he got caught up in gambling of all kinds….horse-racing, poker games both in casinos and private games and sports betting with a scumbag bookie he met at one of those poker games. Like many before him, he started off winning and ended up losing money he didn’t have. He did what he could do evade people, borrow from someone to pay someone else and make excuse after excuse to buy time. Finally, it all came down to his owning me big money. And I wanted it. You don’t get to where I’m at by being a nice, understanding guy. I didn’t expect him to be able to repay me, but I had another idea in mind.

I had been looking for him for a few weeks and finally caught him at his girlfriend’s place one night. They ordered a pizza and the guy at the pizza place was one of my customers who knew I was looking for him and tipped me off that night in return for an ounce of weed. He called me after they ordered and told me her address. I figured I had some time to get Ed and Jimmy and get the drop on them. We rolled up to her place and staked it out. Liz lived alone in a small apartment complex and parked her car out front. We decided to wait a while before storming in and bracing them, figuring if they left, we’d see them and could follow them. We saw the pizza guy come and go. After a couple hours, it was after 11 and the perfect time to strike. Ed and Jimmy were cocked and locked and we headed inside.

Liz lived in apartment 317 and we crept up the back stairs to her door. It was in the back of the complex on the top floor, which was good. Nobody saw us and the places beneath and next to hers were unoccupied. We’d have relative privacy to do what we had planned. Taking a last look around, I knocked on her door.

“Who is it?” Liz asked.

I had my finger over the peephole and answered “Pizza delivery.”

She opened the door and started to say how they had already gotten their pizza when Ed barged in, followed by Jimmy and I. I slammed the door, Ed grabbed Liz and covered her mouth so she couldn’t scream. Jimmy had his gun out and pointed at a shocked Murph who was sitting on the couch.

“Hey buddy, what’s up? Haven’t seen you around much. I bet since you owe me all that cash you’ve been avoiding me, huh? So do you have it for me or what?” I asked. He started to get up and ran some bullshit doubletalk about how he needed more time and blah blah blah. I nodded to Jimmy and he gave Murph a good hard crack to the mouth. His mouth started to bleed as he sagged back onto the couch. Liz screamed under Ed’s hand on her mouth. “Murph, you’d better shut that bitch up.” I ordered. He looked at her and begged us not to hurt her.

“Well, that depends on you, buddy. You got anything for me? Fuck man, it’s been almost to months here. I’m not a fucking charity and from what I hear, you have money to play poker and gamble on the ponies. Am I some sort of jerkoff you don’t respect?”

“Not at all” he stammered through bloody gums. “But I need more time, man. Come on, how long have we known each other? Give me a break, huh?” he begged. This was where my plan began…with begging and pleading. I grabbed Liz from Ed and him and Jimmy stepped to the couch and drew down on Murph. My heart was pounding from the excitement of putting this plan into action. Let me tell you why….

I’ve known these two for years. Liz is a real gorgeous little tramp. She looks like a cross between Emma Stone and Bree Olson. Blonde hair, gorgeous blue eyes and a mouth that looks like it could suck cock all night and never get tired were some f her best features. The others were multiple…perfectly perky tits that weren’t huge, but sure weren’t small, and round ass that always was clad in something tight and made it obvious she didn’t wear panties and legs that couldn’t have been tighter or firmer. In short, she was a knockout. She was also a snotty cunt, always trash-talking when we were out at a club or whatever. I’ve always wanted to fuck her brains out and that’s what gave me this idea.

“So unless you have something for me, I’ve got another idea for repayment.” I leered at Murph. “What do you say to some trade?”

“Like what? You want my TV or something? I think I could throw in my laptop or something?” he asked hoping I’d settle for that shit.

“I don’t need your shitty TV or anything. What I was thinking was this. I’ll forget about that 3 fucking large you owe me for some time with Liz here.” With those words, she shrieked and tried to pull away from my grip. I grabbed her tighter and held her tight, trembling body close to mine. My cock was already stiff and pressing into her back.

“No fucking way, you asshole!!” Liz yelled at both me and Murph.