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MorganRunner14
(A Portal to Reality) by Wifeseducer (2005) |
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MorganRunner14 – a Webcam
Gift
By Wife_Seducer@hotmail.com
See all my stories at http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Wifeseducer/www/
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MorganRunner14 – A Webcam Gift
Morgan hated the three hour drive back from her Aunt’s
house. Her Mom’s car was small, uncomfortable, the conversation boring and they
always fought on what music to play on the radio. She just wanted to get home,
shower and check her email. She wondered if her ‘fans’ had missed her over the
weekend.
When she finally got home she went straight to her room and
as always avoided looking right at the cam. Of course the books she had set in
front of it before they left had been moved out of the way. She tossed her
travel bag on the bed and sat at her desk. She was surprised to see only a
single user viewing her cam. Were they tired of her? A sense of sudden
disappointment filled her. It didn’t last long as shortly a new viewer joined,
then another and within a few seconds her cam was maxed out. Someone must have
announced her return. She could barely contain her grin.
She unlocked her drawer and pulled out her laptop to check
on the chatroom. She had shut it off just in case Ted
managed to break into the drawer while she was gone. As it rebooted she checked
her email. When the laptop finally came online Morgan was bummed when she
couldn’t get into the MorganLuvr’s chat room. Again
and again she got the chatroom full error.
Morgan gave up on the chatroom for
a bit and went to put her clothes away. Opening up her travel bag she began
tossing her dirty clothes into the basket. She then pulled out her new soccer
uniform. Her daily runs had been traded in for soccer practice. The red and
black outfit was the coolest she had ever seen. A large italic ‘5’ emblazoned
the back. There was no doubt she was going to kick butt this Sunday for their
first game. She pulled off her shirt and pants and tried on the outfit. She
checked the mirror. Definitely cool. She sat back at
her computer and tried once again without luck to get into the chatroom. She wondered what they were talking about.
They of course were talking about her body and things they
wanted to do with her. Only one noticed the WEST MILFORD WILDCATZ moniker on
her uniform top. Within a few moments of google
searches MASTERCK4891 knew exactly where he might see sweet young Morgan in
person.
Morgan got up and neatly hung her outfit in the closet. She
walked about a bit in her bra and panties for a few, putting other random
things away. If she could have gotten in the chatroom
she would have walked around stark naked but this was her private punishment
for them. She smiled and walked out of the room to the shower.
After a long shower Morgan stood naked in front of the
bathroom mirror. She cupped her small firm breast lifted slightly and released.
One small bounce and it was back in place. Her pubic hair had still not filled
in very much but the blond colored tuft was quite soft. No one could ever call
her a bottle blond. She turned and checked out her butt in the mirror.
Thoughtfully she marveled just how fixed these older men, some as old as her
grandfather, adored her body. Did they really want to do all those things to
her that they had written? She slid her fingers down her belly and between her
legs. She swooned at the thought.
Catching her breath she continued to dry off and then blowdry her hair. She finally finished when her mom bitched
at her to let her have a turn. She hated sharing a bathroom. Thank god Mom had
a date tonight and would be out.
When she got back to her room she gave them a few seconds of
titty before ‘deciding’ on which pajama top to put
on.
When she finally got into the MorganLuvr’s
chatroom under her alt ID she was confused. They kept
mentioning something called GHB. After researching a bit she discovered it was
some sort of knock out date rape drug. What the fuck were they talking about
that for?
Ted wouldn’t really do that? She decided to not leave out
her drinks anymore.
She chatted online with some of her friends for awhile on
MSN IM and even with Ted. Well not really Ted but she knew it was him with a
fake name. He said he was sixteen and came across her by accident. Morgan
almost fell for it until they started talking about it in the chatroom. She went along with it, once again playing naive.
He never made sexual references but just played good friend.
Monday afternoons school bell
finally rang. Morgan raced out of the building to meet Darsey.
Together they were going to ride over to the mall on their bikes. Morgan’s
stomach dropped when she saw Darsey’s mom loading her
bike in the back of the minivan. Apparently her dentist appointment got
rescheduled for today.
Morgan waved as the van pulled away and out of sight.
“Fuck it” she thought, “I’m going anyways.”
Twenty minutes later Morgan was locking her bike outside the
mall. Maybe she’d at least run into a friend while she looked at all the stuff
she couldn’t afford.
Arthur Billings sighed. The thought of trying to pick out an
anniversary gift for his wife of 35 years was a daunting task. There would be
no
“This is ridiculous!” He mumbled to himself. “I should just
get her a gift certificate to Wendy’s” He chuckled. Then a thought came to him.
“A nice cookbook or trashy novel would do. Yeah sure.”
Then at least he could get out of this maze of a mall, get home and change into
some comfy clothes, grab a beer and watch the news.
The mall map indicated that Brentano’s was on the second
floor so Arthur set out for the escalator. He waited a moment as a number of
people stepped on in front of him. He got on, closed his eyes and sighed.
When he opened them again there was an angel in front of
him. Well not an angel per say, but the cutest little butt with the word Angel
written in fancy script across both cheeks. He had never seen sweatpants that
were so tight, or cut so low. She also wore a shirt that exposed her tiny
mid-drift. A small girl, long blonde ponytail, cute.
Arthur was so close he could see the tiny blonde hairs on her back He stifled
his now rising hard on as best he could as he enjoyed the last few seconds of
his trip to the second floor. An incredible urge to just grab the edge of her
sweats and pull down overcame him.
By the time Morgan stepped off the escalator she was aware
of the man that had been standing so closely behind her. As she walked past the
stores she gazed at the reflection in the large windows. An overweight man with
glasses and a suit in at least his fifties walked a few paces back.
For some reason Arthur found himself
passing right by Brentano’s and continued following her bobbing pony tail. He
slowed down as not to seem too obvious but had a hard time not staring at her
firm little ass. When she finally turned and entered a store he decided to turn
back to the bookstore. In a last glance he caught sight of her very cute face.
He knew Brentano’s could to wait a few more minutes.
Morgan was surprised when he didn’t follow her into the
Sharper Image. She knew he had been watching her. She never really got the feel
of the voyeurs who watched her on her webcam so it was a new experience to feel
real eyes gaze on her. But he was gone now.
She decided to head over and check out some of the new Mp3
players. Damn they were cool. Her old P.O.S. Rio player died weeks ago. These
were nice…and expensive. She would definitely have to pick up some more
babysitting gigs to get one.
Morgan smiled as she thought of her last job. She remembered
holding little one year old Joey’s hands and helping him walk. His parents had
just come home from the movies. Ms. Driscoll went off to get changed and Mr.
Driscoll sat in the kitchen getting his wallet out to pay Morgan. Morgan stood,
leaning over Joey, helping him walk. She hadn’t worn a bra and knew Mr.
Driscoll would be able to see down her loose shirt as she marched little Joey
towards him. “Look at Joey go!” she had
exclaimed so innocently as she looked up at him for a
moment. Mr. Driscoll was not looking at Joey. She looked back down at Joey as
she walked him right up to his dad. Morgan wasn’t surprised when she received a
much bigger tip than usual that night.
“How do those things work?”
The sudden voice made her almost drop the player. It was the
man who was behind her on the escalator, standing right in front of her.
“I take lots of business trips and thought one of these
might be nice to have.”
In less than two seconds he pegged her as very early teens. Super cute face, pert maturing little boobies and a body as tight
as can be.
Morgan fumbled, “Umm, yeah, they hook up to computer and you
can download music on them.”
Arthur grumbled, “Ugh, computers”
Morgan smiled, “It’s really not that hard.” He was even
homelier than she noticed in the window, and that suit, even at her age she
knew that his polyester suit was lame. She stifled a laugh.
“Are you going to get one?” Arthur tried to keep the
conversation going for a few more seconds. He eyed the player in her hands but
was really focusing on her chest.
Morgan sighed as she put the player back and started to turn
away “I’d love to, but it’s too rich for my blood.”
“Well thanks for the help”
Morgan smiled, “No problemo” She
turned and headed out of the store. He didn’t follow.
An hour of window shopping later Morgan was bushed, and hungry.
She stopped at the pizza counter and bought a slice. As she went around the
other side of the counter to find a table she noticed the man there. He was
sitting back turned to her at one of the tables. When she sat a few tables away
she immediately caught his eye. He smiled and waved. She smiled back.
“Did you buy one?” She politely asked.
“No, still want to check things out first.” He replied,
covering his mouth full of food.
Morgan sat half turned away from him and watched the people pass by as she nibbled at her food.
Arthur sat in silence thinking. In the prior hour he worked
out this hypothetical scenario in his head. It was ridiculous, stupid and
insane. Now that she was suddenly back he felt compelled by fate to try. What
the hell. He felt himself break out into a sweat. In a moment he knew she would
be gone. He got up.
“Hi, I’m Arthur, well Art.”
Morgan could hardly believe he had just sat down at her
table. She forced a smile. “Umm, Morgan.”
He tried to appear calm and friendly. “Look, I do deals all
time with many many different people. Sometimes
people love them, sometimes they don’t. Sometimes I just lay them out on the
table and if people don’t like them they just walk away like it was never even
mentioned. That’s the great thing about deals, they’re
just out there for you to decide. Do you follow?”
Morgan was bewildered. ”Umm, I don’t think so.” She could
see he was sweating now.
He leaned in closer to her. His beady eyes seemed tiny through
the coke bottle glasses.
“I saw you really liked that little player in there. So
here’s the deal. And remember you can just get up and leave if you want, just
like that. So I’ll run over and buy that player for you right now and it’ll be
yours to keep for only one tiny, tiny favor in return.”
Morgan furrowed her brow skeptically. “What?”
He leaned closer. She could smell his breath.
“For thirty short tiny seconds you, umm, lift your top for
me.”
Morgan was stunned. Holy crap. She
didn’t know what to do. She looked around with a look of a deer caught in the
headlights. She didn’t move though.
“You’re still here, that’s good.” He was relieved that she
hadn’t run off screaming, though his heart was still beating far too fast.
Morgan considered this preposterous offer. She still
couldn’t believe her ears. Finally she spoke and she couldn’t believe what came
out of her mouth.
“Right here?”
“No, no” He forced a small laugh. “It’s simple. I’ll go get
the player, meet you at Penny’s. We go back to the changing rooms like I’m with
you. I stand outside the changing room, you go in, take off your top, open the
door for thirty seconds. I won’t even get near you. You get the player, we both go our separate ways.”
Was she really considering letting this perv
see her breasts for real? Of course she was. She felt a rush of heat flood
through her body. She kept her cool though.
“Okay, but I want the iPod”
“Deal. I’ll meet you in front of
Penny’s in 5 minutes”
Morgan watch him get up and head in the opposite direction
of Penny’s, towards the Apple/Mac store. She took a deep breath and tried to
compute what just happened. A moment later she found herself up and walking in
the direction of Penny’s. Was she really going to take off her shirt and show
this guy, a total stranger, her breasts? What if he
was a maniac or something? What he was, was an old perv who probably whacked off to Britney Spears videos.
Seeing a fourteen year old’s tits a few feet away was
probably his dream. She smiled. And she could to give him his dream.
As she walked she saw the exit doors coming up. How easy it
would be to run to them, exit, jump on her bike and speed off. But she didn’t.
She could barely feel her feet touch the floor as she passed by the exit. The
large Penny’s sign grew larger as she approached.
When she entered the store, she turned, but the Arthur was
nowhere in sight. Somewhere deep down she hoped he didn’t show. She waited at
the perfume counter, finding the perfect scent to try on. For
him.
Arthur picked out the iPod. A nice red one. She would like that.
As he left the store he realized that he should have brought
her with him. He sighed as he realized that there was probably no way in hell
that she was waiting for him at Penny’s. He already concocted a quick story if
she was there, with a cop. But if she was there, alone.
He felt his hard on begin to swell again.
Arthur tried to keep a normal pace as the distant Penny’s
sign inched closer painfully slow. He tried to keep his sweat at bay as he
passed by the stores. He knew his pits were already soaked and just hoped he
didn’t start to smell bad.
When he finally entered Penny’s his heart dropped as Morgan
was nowhere in sight.
Then he saw her, at the perfume counter. So pretty, so
young. For a moment he tried to picture her naked. Oh God yes.
He stood off to the side until she looked over. He held up
the bag and she smiled. He pointed towards the back of the store and started
walking. He turned back. Oh God, she was following.
Morgan followed him around for a few until he found a
section empty of customers. She felt scared and excited at the same moment. He
stopped at the entrance to the dressing rooms. He turned to her.
“Go in that room. When you’re ready open
the door slightly. I’ll come back and set this down inside. Just thirty
seconds and I’m gone. Okay?”
Morgan nodded and headed into the tiny mirrored cubicle. She
shut the door and looked in the mirror. It seemed as if it were a different
person looking back at her. She was barley aware of her actions, like she was
on auto pilot. She put her hands to the bottom of her shirt and slowly lifted
it over her head. She then unclasped her bra and hung it over the hook. She
stared at the door handle.
Arthur stood trembling. He had watched her cute angel ass
enter the room what seemed like years ago. He nervously looked around. No one
had entered the section. When he turned back he saw her door was now inched
open. He almost dropped the bag.
He slowly pushed the door open enough to put his head in.
There she stood, topless, her hands criss-crossed
over her breasts. So fucking hot. He set down the box
on the floor and looked back up at her.
Morgan watched him set the box on the floor. She could feel
his eyes burn right through her as they watched her expectantly. Here goes
nothing. She closed her eyes and slowly let her arms fall to her sides as she
started to count to herself.
The first thought that hit Arthur’s mind was “Oh my fucking
God”. There she was, her beautiful breasts for him to see, perfect and pert,
puffy little nipples.
“Morgan, you are perfect.”
Morgan smiled unconsciously as she reached the number 20.
“Put your hands over your head.” Arthur softly ordered. She
seemed a bit shocked by his request but complied. Her little breasts lifted up
even higher with her new position.
“29, 30” She reached her goal but only received a new order.
Again she complied and clasped her hands behind her back. She could hear him
sigh deeply and perversely.
“Okay, go ahead and put your bra back on.” He knew his
thirty seconds of bliss were up but figured to stretch it as much as he could.
When she reached for the bra on the hook her little tits were little more than
a foot away. He could smell the perfume scent on her.
Morgan felt almost embarrassed as she clipped the bra back
on over her breasts. After she pulled the shirt back over her head she looked
up and he was gone. She had to sit down as her legs would barely hold her
anymore they were shaking so badly.
Arthur could barely make it home fast enough. Her perfect
little tits were first and foremost in his head as he stroked himself off. He
kneeled on the bed and pictured Morgan below him. She couldn’t have been older
than maybe fourteen or fifteen. He wanted to come on those tits. She had
listened to him so well, she was such a good girl. He
imagined pinching those puffy nips and making her squeal. His knees buckled
when he came and his small spurts off cum landed on the bedspread.
When Morgan got home she eagerly set up her new iPod. It worked perfect. She was so pumped up now she even
decided to give her webcam viewers a show so she spent the next while wearing
only her panties and iPod while she put clothes away
and chatted with friends on IM. Looking over at her laptop she watched the MorganLuvr’s chat room go to town. It had been a number of
days since they had seen anything so they were all psyched.
Ted kept IMing her with his fake
ID. She finally got where he was coming from as he started to hint when her
mother might be going on her next date. He was going to try and drug her that
night when her mom was out. He was, she knew it.
When she finally was dressed in her pajamas she closed the
laptop. That’s when she heard the zap from it. She opened it back up, nothing.
She could smell burnt plastic inside. Fuck, the damn thing shorted out and was
now toast. Oh well.
Later, in the darkness in bed her thoughts returned to the
afternoon and the look on Arthur’s face as he had watched her. She wondered if
it had gotten him as excited as she hoped. Had he masturbated to her? Had he
rubbed his fat penis? Morgan began to cum.
Over the next few days when she didn’t have soccer practice
Morgan found herself at the mall, sometimes alone, sometimes with Darsey. She knew why but wouldn’t admit it to herself. But
he was never there and of course no one approached except pimply-faced
teenagers. Even some of the good looking older boys did nothing for her. The
only time she felt any stirring was when she saw an older man shopping. Were
they all pervs like Arthur? Probably so but they
would never allow themselves to admit it. She liked how the men would sometimes
check to see if their wife was watching them before gawking at her.
Each night Ted kept IMing her. He
was really bad at playing a sixteen yearold.
When next Monday rolled around Darsey
mentioned about hitting the mall. Morgan only wanted to go alone today for some
reason. Darsey shrugged it off and had work to do at home anyways.
After a boring hour at the mall Morgan was ready to go home
herself. She stopped at Starbucks and had enough money from skipping lunch to
get a latte. She plopped down at the small metal table for a moment to relax
and sip at the refreshing brew. It was stupid anyways. Better to never see him
again anyway.
“Well hello again!”
Morgan looked up at the familiar voice. It was of course
Arthur.
“Aren’t you a little young to be drinking that?” he laughed.
“I’m fourteen, that’s old enough, besides we all need a
little jolt to get going from time to time.”
“Very true, very true indeed. So
how have you been?” So she was fourteen, holy crap.
Morgan shrugged, “Okay I guess.”
“I see you have your iPod. How’s
that working?”
“It works fine.”
There was awkward silence for a moment. Morgan looked away
and took a drink.
Arthur got his nerve up. “Is there, uh, anything else you
were looking to buy today?”
Morgan thought for a moment. She was surprised that she
hadn’t even thought of anything before this. When she looked back at him his
eye weren’t focused on her face. Sweat beads were already forming on his brow.
Arthur looked back up to her eyes.
Again her mouth formed words her mind didn’t even know were
coming.
“Did you like last time?”
“You could never imagine how much.”
“Well…My laptop did die the other day.”
Arthur pondered. “That’s a pretty expensive item.”
She shrugged. “You asked what I needed.”
“I did, I did indeed. Hmm.”
Morgan looked away again as nonchalantly as she could and
continued to sip at her latte.
Arthur thought for a minute. He didn’t care about the money,
he had gobs of it. In his mind he put together a deal. A minute later he leaned
towards her and whispered in her ear.
“Okay, you get a laptop. But what I want see all. We pick
out two outfits and bring them to the changing room to try on. I get to watch
you from beginning to end. Everything comes off each time, no hurrying.”
Without looking back Morgan considered. She had hardly ever
showed the voyeur crew her bottom. Was she about to let him see it from just a
few feet away?
Fifteen minutes later they were exiting Radio Shack with a
new HP Pavilion notebook in tow.
Five minutes later Morgan was picking out a bikini to go
along with the spandex aerobic outfit that Arthur had already chosen. Once
again she felt as though she was on autopilot.
As Arthur followed her to the dressing room he again fixed
his eyes on her tight ass, loving how it moved as she walked. In a few seconds
he was going to watch her pull off her panties and show it to him. He had
already bet himself that she was a real blonde.
As Morgan stepped into the changing room she hung the
outfits on the hook and turned back.
Arthur had already set the laptop case on the floor and was staring at
her. Once again everything seemed to have been a blur and she was not sure how
it all ended up right here. But here she was about to strip naked in front of
this sweaty overweight coke bottle glasses pervert. Her legs suddenly felt
rubbery.
“I’m uh, a little nervous.”
“Don’t be, you’re a beautiful girl.”
“Umm, the bikini or the spandex?”
“
She didn’t look at him as she stripped. First
her shirt and bra then her pants.
Arthur watched unbelievingly as this sweet young thing
disrobed. He only wished he could stroke himself as she stripped. Seeing her
tits again made him smile. Then those great legs, so toned.
“Do you run? You’re legs look great”
“I run a lot for soccer.”
She turned away from his as she dropped her panties. Never
in all his porn watching days had he seen anything so perfect. He wanted to
taste her so bad.
“Turn around” he whispered. And she did. Her golden fleece
barely hid those sweet lips tucked so nicely between her legs. Such creamy white flesh. Not a crease, a
sag, a blemish, a wrinkle. Her titties seemed
to defy gravity as though an invisible pair of hands lifted them keeping her
nipples pointed almost upwards.
Morgan took the bikini off the hook and slowly put it on.
“Pretend you’re checking it out. In the
mirror.”
Morgan turned to the mirror and looked at herself. She
wasn’t crazy about the suit but it didn’t really matter, did it.
“Now the spandex.”
Morgan started taking off the bikini.
“Slower.”
She slowed, letting him drink in her view. Again she was
totally naked in front of him and reached again for her next outfit.
Arthur watched her pull the tight silky material up her legs
and over her butt letting it snap into place. He almost orgasmed as she struggled to pull the tiny top over her
head. Her titties were pointed almost skywards
now. And they jiggled ever so slightly as she finally worked the top over her
head and down covering her chest.
“Turn around for me.”
Slowly Morgan pirouetted. She could swear he was actually
drooling now as his mouth hung open and his eyes glued on her scanning up and
down her body.
Finally he nodded approval and she removed her top and
bottoms again. By now she just wanted to get out of there. She kneeled down to
pick up her panties.
“No, don’t kneel. Bend over and pick them up.”
With her back to him she obliged. She bent forward and
reached for her panties on the floor.
“Stop.”
Arthur knew he would never forget this view. From behind he
could see her little pink lips between her legs. They parted ever so slightly
from her being in such a bent position. Her tits dangled as much as they could
dangle. Just how much he’d pay to come up behind her right now and jam his cock
into he couldn’t guess, probably all the money he had. He’d sell his fucking
house just to feel how tight that little cunt would
be as he forced himself in.
Morgan put on her panties and bra. Once again she found him
gone as soon as her shirt was on. She sighed in relief and excitement as she
finished dressing. She knew what Mr Arthur would be
doing soon. She grabbed her new prize and headed out to her bike.
As Morgan rode home she wondered what he’d look like when he
touched himself. Later in bed she was thinking the very same thing when she
came.
When Arthur came he was picturing young Morgan bent over the
arm of his couch as he fucked her from behind, her tiny feet lifting off the
ground each time he pounded himself inside her. He imagined shooting his load
deep inside her. Oh yes he needed to fuck her so bad. Oh yes.
On Wednesday Morgan’s inner mind got the best of her. She
had her new laptop running now and was back checking out the chatroom. For some reason she told Ted that her mother had
a date this Friday night. Not more than a minute later Ted informed the room
that he would be getting some nice clear digital pics
for the room by the weekend.
There was no way she was going to let him drug her. But what
if she pretended, pretended to be out of it. What
would he do?
When Friday arrived the best of her took over. Things were
going too far. Morgan decided to go to the movies with Darsey
instead of staying home. Needless to say Ted and the chatroom
were disappointed. Besides, the next day, Saturday was her first game.
During the game she never realized there was someone in the
crowd of Soccer moms and dads that was there for only her. MASTERCK4891 had his
binoculars trained on her the whole game. He was finally looking at the real
live Morgan in action. His long coat hid his enormous hard on. He already knew
where she lived. He was waiting there last night, disappointed. She wasn’t home
for Ted to give her the dose and get his little photo session. He wanted to
wait for Ted to leave so he could have his own special session with Morgan. Patience.
When Monday rolled around Morgan wasn’t surprised to run
into Arthur at the mall. Perhaps she could do something quick and earn another iPod. She giggled to herself as she didn’t even want it for
herself. She’d give it to Darsey. She just wanted to
strip for Arthur, feel his eyes on her. It was like a drug. A
little drug for the secret slut inside her. She knew this Friday she
would stay home for Ted. Geez, if anyone at school
knew what she was doing, what she was thinking.
Arthur was already drenched in sweat. He never knew he would
elevate it to this level. It was a stupid chance and he knew it. But he planned
it well so what the fuck.
Morgan was surprised when Arthur handed her the thick envelope.
“Take this home and look at it. Think about it. Everything’s
there.”
And he was gone. Morgan stood there befuddled with the
strange envelope.
There was no way she was going all the way home before
opening it. She headed towards the bathroom and locked herself in the stall.
She opened the envelope and pulled out a number of papers, all Xeroxed copies
of large typed print, each page in a different font.
The first page said “$5000 CASH”
The second: “ONE HOUR”
Third: “INTERCOURSE”
Fourth: “WITH CONDOM”
Fifth: “MY HOUSE”
The sixth page read “YOUR CONDITIONS” with a number of blank
lines below for her to write in.
Seventh: “IF INTERESTED SEND CONDITIONS”
Eighth:
Ninth: “IF SENT, CHECK MALL BULLETIN BOARD FOR TIMES.
INITIAL BEST TIME WITH ‘M’”
Tenth: “CHECK BOARD FOR ADDRESS”
Eleventh: “$5000 CASH”
Morgan was floored. HE WANTED TO FUCK HER! That greasy old
geek perv fuck wanted to fuck her. He wanted to put
his fat penis in her and fuck her for five thousand dollars. What did he think
she was? a
freakin
prostitute? A whore?
Morgan felt her nipples harden. She bit her lips. Wow.
She folded the paper back up and headed home.
There was no way she was going to do this. No way was she
going to look back all her life and remember losing her virginity to some guy
forty years older than her. The thought of Arthur even touching her made her
cringe.
A week later, after checking the mail everyday and now
giving up all hope Arthur checked his PO box again.
This time his heart almost stopped. A letter was in there. The
letter.
He couldn’t tear it open fast enough.
He started to read the conditions…
END PART II
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