Travis and Iris - Sex Stories

Travis and Iris

... they had two choices. Back off and go home, or pay the price.

They all folded and ran away, leaving the coward to his demise.

Travis ran to Iris and hugged her tightly. “It’s ok, sweetheart. It’s ok. You did well, as I knew you could. You’ve got balls, my love.”

He picked up the remaining syringes and punctured the remaining eyeball, and squashed the pimp’s remaining ball, leaving him there with no pity, knowing that his reign of terror was over.

Iris told her team that the goal was for all the pimp’s support teams to have their way with her and to have her work the streets. She would have none of it. Therefore, she summoned all her courage and went into action.

Travis called 911 to have the blind eunuch picked up to be sent to the hospital. He didn’t want him to die but rather to see him roam the streets, handicapped and powerless for the rest of his life. He had been discovered as a coward, a low life, and all his former friends would laugh at him.

To this day, many working girls find they can practice the trade without partaking in the money they earn with anyone in this city, under the protection of The Eyes and Balls squad.

Some tried, thinking they’d be wiser, but were soon discovered and brought back to the futile reality of respecting the freedom of choice this country allowed them under the amendments of the Constitution.

Before the proposal of marriage

Travis offered Iris to relax and let him take care of things.

“Honey, just stay at ...

... home for the moment. Let me take care of you. It would help if you didn’t feel you had to work for a bit. I have a plan for you, but I must make some arrangements. You’ll be pleasantly surprised if my plan is feasible. I can’t discuss it with you at the moment. Just be patient. I’m close to reaching the goal I set out to obtain. If you trust me, you’ll sit and wait for the surprise.”

“What are you talking about, Travis? You know I can’t just sit and do nothing. From the day I left the orphanage, I’ve earned my living. Now you want me to depend on you? That’s not me. I’m an independent person who can take care of myself. I need to contribute to the cost of our couple’s expenditures.

“Babe, give me two more days, and I hope I’ll be able to make you an offer you won’t allow yourself to refuse. I know you need your independence, and I respect you. What I have in view will allow you to attain your objectives.”

“Okay, two days, no more. I’m not a dependent stay-at-home spouse. You know that, don’t you?”

“Yes, darling, I know. I’m trying to help you get a better legal income. That’s what I’m working on.”

“Well, you better hope I like your plan in two days. I would hate to disappoint you.”

“No, you wouldn’t. I respect that you have your mind set up to reach the targets you aim for yourself.”

“I trust you, Travis. You do have the Eyes to see through me. So, I’m sure you’ve considered that.

Two days later, Travis came home early.

“Travis, what are you doing ...