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Note: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. The story contains explicit adult content of a sexual nature and should not be read by anyone under the age of 18. (Nora Moore and Ethan Allen). "Say you're a slut." He said, watching her finger herself, absentmindedly stroking his dick. "I," she gasped, closing her eyes, but being thrilled at saying the words, "I am a slut.. oh, please fuck me." He turned her around, forcing her up onto her hands and knees. She felt him run his hands down her back, up her spread ass, and finally pull on her hips as he positioned himself behind her. She moaned and turned herself up for him, pushing her open cunt back onto him. He leaned forward and grabbed her braids, pulling her head back as he rammed his dick inside her hard. She cried out and tightened around his dick, "Oh god, yes, fuck me. Fuck me hard and dirty." She moaned out. "I'm a fucking slut. Hurt my pussy."
NORA
It's not stalking if the guy is your dad's best friend, right?
That's what I tell myself as I sit in my car with a pair of
binoculars stuck to my eyes. This is a totally sane thing for an 18-year-old to be doing on a Friday night. Not nutty at all. The truth is that I'm just waiting to see if anyone comes by about the room he just put up for rent.
The room I'm planning on renting.
Ethan lives pretty close to the college campus, so I'm sure there's going to be a ton of people interested in it, and I can't let any of them get it. Just the thought of some other young girl living so close to him has me gritting my teeth. That can't happen.
As soon as I see his black Jeep pull in the driveway, I breathe a sigh of relief and let all the tension run out of me. Just the sight of him makes me happy. The streetlights aren't bright enough to completely illuminate him, but it's enough for me to see his light brown hair and broad shoulders. I watch him walk to his front door, marveling at how anyone can look so damn sexy just walking. He just looks so confident and powerful, and I can't help but squirm a little bit in my seat.
Once he's inside, I force myself to wait. I can't just go barging in the second he gets home. It will look way too obvious. Moving my ass around some more, I try to get comfortable, but now I'm all wet after seeing him, and I'm having a really hard time focusing on anything else.
Movement catches my eye, and I bring my attention back to Ethan's house. He hasn't pulled the curtains shut, and I can see him pacing the length of his room. He's talking to somebody on his cell, and oh sweet Jesus, he's taken his T-shirt off. A small groan escapes me when I run my eyes over all that magnified muscle. The binoculars make it seem like he's close enough to touch, and all I can think about is running my body all over that hard flesh.
Without consciously making the decision to do so, my right hand is moving up my inner thigh and diving beneath my skirt. For a brief moment, I remember where I am. Am I really going to do this? Am I really going to masturbate in a fucking parked car with a pair of binoculars pressed to my eyes?
My fingers edge under my wet panties telling me that yes, I definitely am. I'm beyond wet, and my finger easily slides all the way in. I grip the binoculars tighter as my breathing picks up. Ethan has stopped pacing and turned toward the window. I know he can't see me. He's not even looking in my direction, but a thrill shoots through me nonetheless, and I start to rub my clit faster. God, his body is a thing of beauty. My eyes roam over his defined abs before going back to his pecs and broad shoulders.
Working my hand faster, I feel the beginnings of the orgasm already starting. Right as it starts to wash over me, I raise the binoculars so I can see his face. The golden stubble on his cheeks, his full, kissable lips, and when I see his gorgeous green eyes, I moan his name into my empty car and cum with a fierceness that leaves me shaking.
I lazily rub my clit, moaning when it sends little aftershocks of pleasure all through me. Dropping the binoculars, I notice that I've fogged up my windows. God, it looks like I've been doing some heavy making out in here. Nope, good neighbors of Ethan, I've just been fucking myself in my car while parked on your lovely street. Once I start giggling, I can't stop. By the time I get control of myself, I have tears running down my face, and I'm starting to worry about my sanity.
This is what happens when you become completely obsessed with an older man and keep yourself a virgin for him. You go nuts! Well, all that's about to change. I'm going to rent this room, and I'm going to make Ethan mine. Soon, I'll be fucking that gorgeous man in the window, and there will be no more solo sessions in my car.
With a smile, I pull down my skirt and open the door. I look up at his window right as he looks over at me, and the wide smile he gives me sends a shiver of excitement up and down my spine. By the time I get to his door, he's already ended the call and is standing there in nothing but a pair of jeans. For a moment I can't speak. All I can do is stare at his amazing body and hope I'm not drooling.
When I manage to bring my eyes to his face, there's a very amused look in his green eyes. I also can't help but notice the heat in them, even if he does try to hide it. Very briefly his eyes run down my body, and I know he's taking in my braless tits and the short skirt I'm wearing.
Unfortunately, he doesn't act on any of that, though. Instead, he brings his eyes back to mine and gives me a big smile, ushering me in.
"What are you up to, Nora?"
I try not to hide my disappointment when he grabs the T-shirt he'd been wearing and throws it back on. I watch as that gorgeous body disappears from view, one perfect inch at a time.
When I look back at him, he looks as if he's trying not to laugh. I feign ignorance and go sit on his couch. He sits down at the other end and tilts his body so he can see me, resting his arms on the side and back of the couch and propping his ankle on his knee. I desperately want to crawl and sit in his lap, but muster up the restraint to stay where I am.
He lifts an eyebrow at me, waiting.
"Well, I wanted to talk to you about something," I say, suddenly very, very nervous.
"Is everything okay?" He looks at me a little worried and then adds, "You look really flushed. Are you feeling okay?"
Note: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. The story contains explicit adult content of a sexual nature and should not be read by anyone under the age of 18. "I'm gonna take your throat first, Mandy. Then your pussy, then your ass." I'm not even sure what all that means, other than I'm gonna have sex. He takes out his dick and pumps it a few times, pulling it up towards his stomach, exposing the long vein, pulsing with blood as it fills and becomes hard and thick. "Put your hand around it, Mandy." I reach up and gently place my hand around his thickness. Immediately the wetness between my legs is back. "Stroke me," he says in a softer voice. "Harder," he demands when I am timid. I squeeze harder and stroke up and down. Finding a rhythm like our heartbeats out on the beach. Is this the same man? I pump faster, and that makes his eyes close to half-mast. "Your little hands on my big cock, Mandy. I love it. Now open your mouth." I freeze. Staring at him. Deciding "Open," he says again. I obey. "Wider," he whispers as he places his hands on either side of my head and crawls up my body. The tip of his dick touches my lips. "Should I tell you how I like it, Mandy?"
***AUTHOR'S NOTE*** Hi lovely Readers, here's the author. Thank you for reading to the end of this book, and a new book is about to start. Enough spoilers, read on to know what happens. Don't forget to leave your comments. XoXo. "I need to come," I tell her. "Please... yes..." "Come with me..." I drop her to her back and lower myself back in position. My belly presses to hers, and her pretty little nipples feel so sweet against my chest. "I can't..." she whispers. "I'm so... fluttery..." "You can," I tell her. "I promise you, you can." I pause. "And you will. Again, Laine. Come for me again." I rub, back and forth, my dick pinned between my stomach and her pussy, grinding hard, taking so much fucking care not to spear that tight little cunt and fill her up with my cum. "I'm gonna come all over your sweet little pussy, Laine." "Yes..." she whispers. "Oh God, please... please, Nick..." "Don't call me that," I growl, and I'm on the edge, right on the fucking edge. "What shall I call you?" she asks, and I hear it in her voice, I hear she's thinking it, too. It's in the little tremor, the sweet little hint of lust. My breath is erratic, my cock pulsing as my balls tighten, ready to fucking blow. And I say it. I just fucking say it. "Call me Daddy," I growl. "You can call me Daddy."
"Is there a reason why I shouldn't fuck your brains out right now?" he ask and I shudder. "Nnn... Nooo! I don't have a reason," I stutter. "Good! I am about to forget you are my princess and fuck you like a slut," he promises as he fucks me. "I am a slut, only for you," I murmur. ******* I have always had a crush on my dad's best friend but Jack never saw me as a woman and rather he always referred to me as a child and treated me just like one. Just that, something ws soff in the eau he looked at me and spoke to me from time to time. I could feel the need in his voice and fire in his eyes. So when my parents had to leave for some days and he was asked to take care of me I knew that was the only chance I will ever get at making my feelings known to him and to know whether or not what I saw was real ot if I wasn't Hallucinating. The first few nights were tough and he kept off saying I was off limits to him, but what if I am not and he is only trying to send me away bechause of the lady I saw him kissing the other night?
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