Horny On Dollar Bills
When most girls get dumped by their boyfriend, they usually spend the next couple of weeks in bed crying while creeping their exes social media. And I must admit, I did scroll through his Instagram a couple of times, seeing when I was going to be wiped from existence. But after a couple of days, I thought, ‘what am I doing?’
After moving out of my boyfriend’s place, I was back at home living with my mom. No one wants to move back to their parents’ home. It was definitely not ideal, but I couldn’t afford to move out. I needed money, and I needed it fast. But when you’ve been dumped, you’re creative spirits gets squashed.
So, to give myself an ego boost, I did what any brokenhearted person what do; I joined an online dating site. I wasn’t interested in dating anyone, but I certainly didn’t want to become a ‘Ben & Jerry’s’ post-breakup stereotype.
Within a couple of hours, I received a message from a guy who called himself ‘ATM Todd.’ That’s his screen name? ATM Todd? That’s weird. I opened his message, and I have to admit, it surprised me. He told me I turned him on and he wanted to spoil me.
Confused, I asked him what he meant. ATM Todd said he was into financial domination and asked if I’d be interested in giving it a try. Does this guy want me to wear money printed lingerie? I don’t get it. After I questioned him, he said, “I get turned on by sending my mistresses money.” My jawed dropped from shock. Wait, this guy is just going to give me money?
The questions were rolling through my mind; how was I sure this wasn’t a scam? Before I could go into much thought, my phone buzzed. He asked for my banking information and told me he’d send $200 if I demanded it.
What could I lose? I had no money in my account anyway. I decided to try it out. I wrote back, “ATM Todd, I want you to send me $200.”
He replied, “Sarah, you need to demand it from me...tell me what you’re going to do with that money.” I paused for a moment in slight anxiety, “you’re going to send me $200 right now so I can buy some panties.” He replied, “much better, but I want you to humiliate me when you do it. Let’s go.”
I took a deep breath, “listen, you weasely fuck, you’re going to send me $200 right now. And with that pathetic amount of money, I’m going to buy myself some lacy panties from Victoria’s Secret.” He sent me a picture of his underwear with a wet bulge. “That’s what you did to me,” he replied. Minutes later, there was $200 in my account.
I was shocked; I couldn’t believe it. He was turned on by that? My mind started to go in a million directions, thinking of all the possibilities this could take me. I decided to test my luck with ATM Todd. “Let’s play a game,” I said. “I am going to spend $1500 in 3 hours. And if I can do it, you’re going to send me another $1500, got it?”
He eagerly agreed. I told him I’d send him photos of where I’d be shopping, but would only show him what I bought at the end of the game. He sent me $1500; the game had begun.
I grabbed my phone, wallet, and car-keys and headed to the mall. I started at Victoria’s Secret. I bought a bunch of lace panties and see-through bustiers that made my breasts extra perky and exposed my hard nipples.
I sent a photo of the lace against my skin, captioned all that money spent on bustiers that you’re never going to tear off of me. He sent a photo of his hard cock. The next store was Barneys. I walked straight to the shoe department and bought flaming red Christian Louboutin pumps and black Jimmy Choo knee-high boots.
These will do the trick, I said to myself as I snapped photos of myself in them. His dick became harder and harder with each purchase.
I headed to Sephora and picked out a deep red lipstick, one that would make my lips pop with juiciness, especially if they were wrapped around his dick. I sent him a photo of the lipstick captioned, my luscious red lips are never going to be wrapped around your hard cock, you fucking pathetic loser. A photo of cock dripping with semen popped up on my phone.
I had a little bit of money left and at least one hour to kill. You’re going to pay to get my toes painted, and then I’m going to step all over your hairy, shriveled up balls, I texted. Strangely, the idea of getting myself dolled up for him had turned me on.
Did I know who he was? No. But as each moment passed, I wanted to look sexy and desired by ATM Todd. I left the salon with freshly painted toes and headed home to put my ensemble together. I sent him a message, along with a photo of my toes and the receipt, “I spent the last of your money on my toes, and you’ll never suck them.”
I knew I had to send him the final photo of me all done up. He’s going to cum the minute he sees me dressed up, I said to myself while I slipped on a pair of lace panties. Once I was dressed up, I took a picture in the mirror of my new outfits, making sure he could see all my juicy bits.
The caption said, “you fucking scumbag. I spent all your money and look how delicious I am. I bet you want to lick me up from head to toe. I know you’d be eating my pussy like the savage you are.” Speechless, he sent a photo of his dick covered in cum.
The next minute, another $1500 was sent to my account. I wrote him a message, “you think this is over? You dirtbag, this has just begun. You’re my slave now, so you better get your pathetic cock ready for tomorrow because you’re going to have to pay up if you want to see me spend your money again.” I sent a final photo of myself laying around all my new purchases and their receipts covering my breasts and pussy. “See you tomorrow, dog” I texted.
WRITTEN BY
Natasha Ivanovic
Natasha Ivanovic is an intimacy, dating, and relationship writer best known for her writings on Kiiroo, LovePanky, Post Pravda, and more. She's the creator and author of her short stories on TheLonelySerb. She completed her first degree in Criminology and continued and finished her Masters in Investigative Psychology, but then decided to follow her true passion of writing.
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