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[Teen Story] Morganrunn14 - Chp2 - A Portal to Reality  (M+/f-teen,
voy, exh, mast)


By Wife_Seducer@hotmail.com

See all my stories at http://www.asstr.org/~Wifeseducer/

***This work is copyrighted to the author © 2005. Please don’t remove
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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 Victoria’s Secret for her. She had long since left the
days where even a nice bathrobe would look good on her and the thought
of her cellulite legs in a nightie made his skin crawl. He racked his
brains as he walked mindlessly through the huge mall.

“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 had 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?”

“Bikini”

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: PO BOX 2123, SMITHFIELD
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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