LOAN4K. Loan agent gives beauty a chance to get necessary credit

In the heart of Prague, a seedy backstreet office housed Loan4K, a shady organization that offered high-risk loans to desperate individuals. Many clients left empty-handed, but a select few were granted an “interview” with the loan agent, a notorious man known only as Mr. X.

One fateful day, an anxiously gorgeous brunette namedouncing into the dimly lit office. Her name was Eva, a struggling single mother of two, urgently needing money to pay her rent and keep her family afloat. With her head held high despite her distress, Eva approached Mr. X’s desk, her ample bosom straining against her tight top.

“Mr. X, I’ve filled out the loan application. I need 4,000 koruna, desperately,” Eva pleaded, her emerald eyes misting with tears. The loan shark’s gaze roved over her curves, his ‘Hungarian Forints’ tenting noticeably in his slacks.

“Eva, you’re a beautiful woman,” Mr. X purred, “but your credit score is abysmal. However, there may…be a way for you to secure this loan.”

Eva’s eyes widened. “Anything, Mr. X. Just tell me what I need to do!”

The lecherous smile that spread across his face set off alarms in the back of her mind, but her desperation was stronger than her reservations. Clearing his throat, Mr. X stood and circled her chair like a vulture eyeing fresh carrion.

“I require proof of your … dedication and flexibility. A …hands-on interview, shall we say,” his meaning was clear as he palmed her heaving breast through her top.

Eva sucked in a sharp breath, a dizzying mix of revulsion and vergina tingling between her legs. Her pride screamed at her to flee the lecherous pig, but her family’s hungry faces swam before her eyes. Steeling herself, she handed Mr. X his victory.

“I understand, Mr. X. I’m yours.” She stood, trembling, and let him lead her into an adjacent room.

The interview began with Mr. X simply groping her, mauling her bountiful breasts and ass while Eva bit back whimpers. But when his fumbling hands moved to unbutton her jeans, her breath quickened with mounting panic. Suddenly, she couldn’t breathe.

“Stop, I…I can’t do this…” Eva stammered, pushing weakly at his shoulders. Mr. X’s manicured hands paused in their relentless exploration of her body, his eyes narrowing to cruel slits.

“Liar,” he sneered. “You’ll do exactly as I say if you want that loan.”

She closed her eyes, transactions which was in stores, each one sending shooting tingles of reluctant arousal through her body. “Go on,” he panted, “fuck my cock.”

Whimpering, Eva sunk to her knees and took his long shaft into her mouth. “Fuck yes,” Mr. X groaned, fisting one hand in her hair while the other cupped her head.

She hollowed her cheeks and bobbed her head, spurred on by the degrading sounds of pleasure spilling from his lips. Just as he neared the brink, Mr. X wrenched her head back and yanked her to her feet.

“Enough,” he growled. “I want your cunt.”

Flipping her around, he bent her over his desk and hiked her skirt up with one impatient tug. A triangle of damp lace greeted his eyes, and a wicked smirk curved his lips. “So wet already? Dirty girl.”

Hooking his fingers in her panties, he ripped the flimsy fabric away. Eva squealed at the sudden loss of protection, feeling more exposed than ever as his bare cock head nudged her entrance.

“Wait!” she cried out as he started to push into her. “Condom!”

Mr. X paused; for one terrible moment, Eva thought he would ignore her and plunge in flesh to flesh. But thankfully, he stepped back and rolled a condom onto his aching shaft.

“Thank you,” she breathed, forcing a weak smile over her shoulder. “I’m so sorry I’m putting you through this, Mr. X,” she whispered, meaning it. He was a despicable man, no doubt. But still, he was being handsomely compensated for his time.

Mr. X just grunted, too focused on the sweet temptation before him to engage in pleasantries. Gripping her hips, he notched his cock head at her entrance and shoved forward in a single, ruthless stroke.

“Motherfucker!” Eva shrieked as he seated himself in one thrust, her back arching like a bow. He was huge, splitting her open and filling her more thoroughly than any man she’d ever been with.

“Shh…take it,” Mr. X grunted, sawing his hips into her from behind. “This is what sluts like you were made for.”

Eva whimpered, tears leaking from the corners of her eyes. She felt so full, so owned. Degraded pleasure spiraled through her as his pelvis slapped against her ass with each snap of his hips.

Time lost meaning, expanding and contracting around her. Past, present, and future blended into one glittering mirage of sweat and grunting flesh. There was only the slick slide of cock into cunt, and Eva’s response – a-taking to squeeze his pistoning length as pleasure built in pulsing waves.

He fucked her mercilessly, using her as an anonymous hole for his pleasure. But just as the coil inside her wound impossibly tight, his hips stuttered and bucked. A broken grunt ripped from Mr. X’s throat as he came, pumping his release into the condom.

Panting harshly, he pulled out and disposed of the condom. Eva remained bent over the desk, looking exactly like what she was – a woman who had just prostituted herself.

“Are we done?” she asked, terrified of the answer but needing to know.

R-through her hair, Mr. X met her eyes, his gaze mocking. “Actually, I think one loan isn’t enough for a shameless slut like you.” Eva’s face drained of color, and she sagged against the desk like a puppet with cut strings.

“Fine,” she choked out, the word tasting like ashes in her mouth. “I’ll take out another loan. Just…just tell me what you want.”