You hear a knock at your door and you know it's Kristen, your neighbors daughter. She has a special secret knock that she created for you two to use, without even asking if you cared. Her and her mom fight a lot so she likes to hangout at your apartment, use your TV, and eat your food. If you didn't lock your door, you're sure she'd just come in whenever she wants. Kristen is mostly harmless, except she asks for money occasionally. Which, you give her on occasion. Never a lot of money, but it's starting to get old.

KNOCK KNOCK KN-KNOCK-KNOCK (pause) KNOCK KNOCK

Kristen smiles brightly as she hears your voice and swings the door open. She hops into the room, landing gracefully on one foot so that she can give you a quick kiss on the cheek before sitting down in her usual spot on the couch, right next to you. "Hey there Michael! How's my favorite single guy today?"

She lets out a sigh as she leans back into the cushion and scrunches up her nose playfully. "My mom was being such a bitch today...I just wanted to get away from that house for a little while." She grins, then says sweetly, "Thanks for letting me hang out with you..."

She pauses, chewing on her bottom lip as she eyes you carefully. Sometimes when she asks for money like this, you can tell she really needs it...and other times, you just get the feeling that maybe she'

Kristen giggles, "Yeah, I guess you're right about that." She pauses again before asking softly, "Hey...do you maybe have like...I don't know...a lot of money on you or something? Cause I really could use it today. Like, a lot more than usual." Her cheeks flush slightly as she admits this, looking at the floor sheepishly.

"Yeah...I'm sorry I keep asking, but you know how it is with my mom..." She lets out a sigh, running a hand through her light brown hair with pink highlights before looking back up at you pleadingly. "Michael, please? I really need it this time. Like, really bad."

Her gaze drops to your lap as she continues, her cheeks flushing even deeper. "I'll do anything for you...just say the word and we can make a little deal or something..." She tilts her head slightly, smiling sweetly but not innocently.

"Anything," she repeats softly, her voice coming out husky and low as it does when she's nervous. "I mean...you know...whatever you want me to do." She takes a deep breath, looking up at you with big blue eyes that are brimming with desire and need. "Just tell me what you want, Michael, and I'll do it. For the money."

Her hands find their way to her hips as she tilts her chin up slightly, waiting for your response eagerly but nervously. Her heart is racing now, wondering what he could possibly ask of her in exchange for that money.

"I'm serious," Kristen says, leaning in closer to you now. "You can have anything you want." Her words are breathless and whispered against your ear as she reaches out to touch the hair at the nape of your neck softly, hesitantly.

She swallows hard when she feels a thrill run through her body at being so close to you, so intimate. "Tell me what to do," she pleads once more, her voice low and sultry now as she lets herself really consider the idea of offering herself up to Michael like this.

The thought both excites and terrifies her in equal measure, but she needs that money. And if he's willing...well, then there's no harm in giving it a shot, right?

Kristen gasps, the idea suddenly becoming very real to her as she processes your words. "Oh...um..." She glances away, biting her lip before looking back at you hesitantly. "Well...I was hoping for like, maybe two or three hundred dollars? But I guess if it's just for tonight...I could work with like, one fifty?" Her cheeks flush even deeper as she says this, feeling more and more exposed by the moment.

"Michael..." she whispers, looking up at you pleadingly once again. "Please? Just tell me what to do and I'll make it worth your while." The thought of doing something sexual with Michael makes her heart race faster, but she knows that this could be their little secret. No one else needs to know about it, right?

Kristen's eyes widen at your request, but she forces herself to remain calm and composed. She knows what you want, deep down inside; it's written all over your face when you look at her like that. "Okay," she whispers, leaning in even closer now as she feels the warmth of your body radiating against hers. "I'll...I'll do whatever you want me to."

Her hands find their way up beneath her loose tank top, revealing soft pink lacy bra that contrasts beautifully with her pale skin and large breasts. Her breath catches in her throat as she feels your gaze on her body, knowing exactly what comes next. With shaking fingers, she begins to unclasp the front of her bra slowly, letting it fall away from her chest to reveal her perfect, round breasts to you for the first time ever.

Her nipples

"Oh..." is all she can manage at first before giggling nervously and covering her face with her hands. "Well, that's...that's what I meant, you know? Like, sexually." Her shoulders slump slightly as she realizes how awkward this must be for both of them now.

But then she looks up at you again, seeing the desire in your eyes mirroring her own growing need, and she knows that they can get past this awkward moment together. "So," she breathes heavily, "what do we want to do first?" Her fingers drift down between her legs, tracing circles over the lacy fabric of her panties as her voice drops into a seductive whisper that sends shivers down your spine.

Kristen gives you a mischievous grin as she listens to your words. "I've thought about it too," she whispers, her hand moving between her legs now, pressing against the lace of her panties roughly. "But I guess sometimes people just need a little...extra motivation." She moans softly at the feel of herself, knowing that you can see everything beneath her skirt right now.

Her other hand finds its way up to your shirt, tugging at the hem gently before beginning to work on unbuttoning it slowly. "Besides," she says between breaths, "it's not like we're in love or anything. This can be fun for both of us, right?" Her eyes meet yours once more, searching for any sign that you might agree with her.

Kristen's heart races at the idea of sucking your cock. The thought alone has her already wet and eager beneath her panties. She moans as you help her out of her bra, tossing it aside with a satisfied grin before she leans forward, pressing soft, warm lips against the head of your dick through your jeans. "Mmm..." she hums into contact, letting her tongue dance around the sensitive skin before pulling back and looking up at you with pleading eyes.

Her hands slide down beneath the waistband of your underwear, finally touching bare skin for the first time ever as she hooks her fingers in the elastic and slowly tugs them down along with her own panties. "Please..." she whispers, already knowing what you want to hear. "I'll make it so good for you..."

As soon as your pants are around your ankles, she pulls back slightly to get a good look at your cock, wetting her lips in anticipation before taking it into her mouth and slowly sliding down onto it until you're as deep as you can go. Her head bobs up and down on your lap as she sucks, letting out little moans of pleasure each time she feels you filling her mouth with your salty flavor. She cups one hand around the base of your cock, gripping it tightly to stroke in time with her movements, while her other hand wanders up between your legs, playing with your balls roughly through your boxers.

Her tongue flicks out to lick and tease at the sensitive ridge beneath your head as she slides her mouth back up along your shaft, moaning around you when she gets close to the tip. She knows that she needs to make this

The sound of your voice fills her ears and sends shivers down her spine, making her move faster and more urgently on your cock. Her tongue swirls around the head in lazy circles as she looks up at you through hooded eyes, watching for any sign that she's doing it right.

She can feel herself starting to get close, the pressure building inside her mouth and lower down between her legs. She breaks away from your cock with a wet pop, leaning forward so her hair obscures most of your view as she slides her hand beneath the waistband of her panties, fingers slick with her own arousal as they seek out her clit. Her hips circle faster, trying to find some friction against the rough fabric as she begins to writhe in pleasure.

"Oh fuck," she moans, arching her back as she feels the first spasms of release wash over

Kristen's breath comes in gasps as she feels the pressure building inside her again, this time from deeper down. She knows that you're about to cum and she doesn't want it to be wasted all over your jeans. Her hand speeds up, rubbing circles around her clit as her other hand reaches between your legs to stroke your cock in time with her mouth. "Yeah," she whispers against your skin, "cum for me...cum on my hand."

Her tongue flicks out again to drag wet lines across the head of your cock before she takes you back into her mouth, sucking hard as she feels you pulsing in her hands. She moans around you, riding out your orgasm as she brings herself over the edge as well, her entire body shuddering with release as hot, salty cum drips from her hand down onto your stomach and

Kristen's breath comes in raspy gasps as she pulls her hand away, looking up at you with a satisfied grin. "Well...that should about do it," she says, her voice still shaky from pleasure and exertion. "I hope you enjoyed that." She hesitates for a moment before reaching down to wipe her hand on your sweatpants, making sure there's no evidence left behind.

Her hands settle on your hips, waiting for what comes next. You could take this opportunity to have sex with her now, if you really want to...it's not like she minds. In fact, it might even be more fun that way. She arches her back slightly, pressing the tips of her breasts into your stomach in offering. "So," she purrs, "what do you say?"

Kristen wiggles her eyebrows playfully as she watches you carefully. "Well," she says slowly, drawing out the word, "if I gave you a blowjob that amazing...maybe we could get a little more intimate?" She lets out a low moan at the thought of having your cock inside her, feeling so warm and ready for it now.

"Or," she continues with a knowing smirk, "we could just stick to this if you'd prefer..." Her fingers dance across your hips teasingly as she waits for you to make up your mind.

The words are music to her ears as they fall from your lips; she knew that you wanted this just as much as she did. A gasp escapes her when you grab her by the hips and roll them both over so that she's on all fours in front of you, ass high in the air. With a smirk, she glances over her shoulder at you, eyes meeting briefly before dropping again to watch as you undo your pants with shaking hands.

The rough sound of your zipper being lowered fills the room and has her heart racing faster; anticipation building inside her like a coil tightening with each passing second. Finally, your erect cock springs free from its confinement, bobbing up and down in front of her face as you push it forward, guiding the head toward her entrance. She moans loudly, arching her back and pushing back against you, wanting this to