Credit Card Debt
by Mat Twassel
Copyright© 2021 by Mat Twassel
Flash Sex Story: Cindy maxed out her credit card on sexy stuff so Don had to teach her a lesson in fiduciary responsibility. Illustrated.
Caution: This Flash Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Heterosexual Fiction .
Financial meltdown. Cindy had been a bad girl. Maxed out her credit card on silly things. Sexy things. Shoes. High-heeled fuck me boots. Scarves. Weightless wisps of silk. Dresses. Elegant evening gowns. And underwear. Silky sheer panties. Plus stuff for their bedroom. An antique cabinet. An ornate mirror. A Rococo chair.
“Comfy chair,” Don said. Sitting back, he watched Cindy model her new outfits. Don liked the dresses. The scarves. The fuck me high-heeled boots.
“Should I take it all back?” Cindy asked, twirling around, the dresses and panties and fuck me boots all off now, the silk scarf trailing in an airy wisp.
“Come here,” Don said. “You need to learn how to properly use a credit card.”
Cindy sat in Don’s lap, facing the antique dresser. She could see herself in the silver mirror. She watched Don scrape the underside of her nipple with the edge of plastic. Soon Cindy’s nipple was full and fat. Her other nipple puffed firm and full as if in sympathy.
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