## Archive-name: controlling_josie

From: darkside@Hades.net

Subject: Controlling Josie by Dark Side (M+/F,blkml,nc)

Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories

Controlling Josie
by Dark Side

I always knew that I would find some profit from all the time that I spend on the net. I also figured that there should be some advantage to living next door to my local councilman and future mayoral candidate. I just never thought that it would be a combination of the two that would give me the opportunity of my life.
As I was tooling around the binary newsgroups last week, looking for pictures to inspire more of my online fantasies. I happened to download a series of images of an amateur female. She was naked on a bed with a young man. The series showed them having very active sex. It also had several clear shots of her face as she gave her partner head. The room had posters and banners on the walls depicting a local college. I knew right away that she was familiar, but I couldn’t place her. I copied and played with the images to clean them up and stored them with my others. It really bugged me that I couldn’t remember who this girl was, but life soon loaded me down with other things and I put her on the back burner. Until four days ago.
While discussing politics and neighborhood gossip with my important friend next door, his daughter came home from school for the summer. Guess who. It was her. I tried hard not to stare at the full breasts and curvy figure that I already knew by heart. Her long blonde hair swam around her shoulders and her pretty face gleamed with youthful energy. I stammered out a few more sentences about whatever we were talking about and then excused myself to run home.
There could be no mistake, it was very clearly her. Further more, the girl that I knew would never have allowed these to be shown, even if she did pose for them. She was too supportive of her father’s career to sabotage him like that. I jerked off three times that day looking at the pictures and imagining me in his place. That night, after my wife went to sleep, I went back down to my computer and punched her back up. As I sat staring into her face bulging with someone’s thick cock, an idea popped into my head. If you are even passingly familiar with my short stories, you will already have an inkling of what that was. I couldn’t sleep until four am, planning out what I would do. I was so nervous and excited that I was shaking. I chastised myself. After all, the characters in my stories didn’t shake.
As it happened, her parents were leaving for some kind of political function the next day. She would have the run of the house while they were gone for a week. After an unreasonably long day filled with plans and what ifs, night finally arrived. Slipping over to her house while I took out the trash, I set an envelope with a print from the best picture and a note for her at her doorstep. Once back in the house, I went to my study and picked up the phone. When she answered in her bright, cheery voice, I almost faltered.
"There is a package for you at your front door." I spoke quickly, not wanting to be recognized yet. Without waiting for an answer, I hung up. Racing to the window looking out at their house, I saw her slowly open the door and look around. Not seeing anyone, she picked up the envelope and ducked back inside.
I couldn’t pay attention to the program on the TV. My beautiful wife sitting next to me with her hand on my thigh and all I could think about was little Josie tearing open the paper and gazing in shock at the contents. Would she cry as she read the note? I imagined her delicate hand flying to her thick, red lips in horror as she saw the picture of her fucking herself on some college guy and read:

Josie,
As you can see I have some interesting shots of you in action. Don’t worry, there are plenty more where this one came from. Unless you want to see them on the front page of the local rag, you will do what I say. Just think of how well your father’s political career would go if these got out. He’d have to whore you out to make campaign funds because no one would support him. Of course, there is my alternative. At two am tonight, I want you to go into your livingroom and slowly strip off your clothes. Make certain that the shades are open and all the doors are unlocked. As you do that, you will caress your body and make sure that it shows on your face how much you’re enjoying yourself. Once you’re naked, I want you to play with your cute little blonde pussy. Remember to keep your legs spread wide. I’ll be taking some more pictures of you. After you "cum", you are to turn off all the lights in the room and kneel down with your face in carpet and your sexy ass sticking in the air. I’m going to fuck you then. If you try to see who I am, I will show pictures of you to everyone who will look. I’ll put them on telephone poles, restroom walls, and send them to your father’s major constituents. You will both be ruined. Make the right decision, bitch. Your whole future is worth a little modesty and effort.

That night as I slowly pumped in and out of my spouses redhaired pussy and sucked on her hard nipples, I kept imagining Josie’s face, pale with anticipation of later tonight. Normally exhausted after sex, this time I didn’t even go soft. My wife, however, was dead to the world by eleven thirty. For the next two hours I had to struggle to keep my hand off my cock. Finally, at one thirty, I grabbed my digital camera and headed next door. That half hour was pure hell. Between the second thoughts, horniness, and insects, I was miserable. But, at two o’clock sharp, the whole world faded into the background. As the lights came on in the room, I snuck to the window and pointed the camera. She was in the center of the room. Her normally bright eyes were red from crying and her hands shook as she reached for her blouse. Josie shook her hair back over her shoulder as she unbuttoned the front of her shirt. She had a plain white bra covering her grapefruit sized breasts. Rather than show them to me now, she reached for her skirt instead. Soon she was standing in the middle of the room in just her underwear, trembling. Her bra was next, falling off to reveal her soft flesh and fear hardened nipples. She remembered then to touch herself, squeezing the pliant skin and rubbing the tips. The panties dropped to the floor and I could see the lips of her pussy though the sparse blonde hair. Josie spread her legs slightly and began to run her hands over her beautiful body. One reached for the mounds on her chest as the other moved through her pubic hair to caress the flesh below. She made a gallant effort to look aroused and made moaning expressions with her mouth. She had to spread even further to accommodate her hand between her legs. I noticed that she slid a finger inside her pink cunt, the discomfort causing her to make the closest look yet to passion. Fortunately, my camera caught it all. Finally, she broke into tears and stopped playing with herself. She moved slowly around the room, turning off the lights. When the last one went out, I moved quietly to a side entrance and slipped inside. After my eyes adjusted to the lack of direct light, I moved into the livingroom. There she was, just as I had instructed her. Her cute ass stuck way up in the air and her face was in the carpet with her hair covering her head. She whimpered when she heard my approach and she nervously spoke. "Please don’t do this. I don’t know where you got the picture of me and my boyfriend. It was my first time. You or someone else took it without our knowing. I don’t know why you want to hurt me, but don’t rape me, please. I’ll give you money. My bank card is on the table with the code. Take everything out of the account, I don’t care. Just leave me and my father alone." She almost convinced me to leave. After all, she was a friend’s daughter and so innocent sounding. But in the dim light I could see the lips of her pussy pushing out from between her legs and her breasts were hanging there, waiting for some attention. Bending over her trembling body, I whispered in her ear. "No deal, slut" A rush of power shot though my spine as I took her panties and rolled them into a strip. Grabbing her hair, I lifted her head enough to slip the panties over her eyes and then tied them on with her bra. She was sobbing softly as I lifted her to her feet. We walked upstairs and I couldn’t help grabbing her bobbing tits and squeezing them. The nipples were hard from the chill of the house, or fear. I pinched them, making her cry out. I found her room and pushed her onto her bed. She lay still except for the heaving of her chest, and I took a few moments to watch her as I undressed. Her breasts had the firmness of youth and there was still baby fat on her thighs. She gasped when I reached out and spread her legs apart, revealing the tight lips protecting her vagina. I slipped to my knees and grabbed her hands with mine. Keeping her legs spread with my shoulders, I bent my head down to taste her sweet cunt. Her crying reached new heights as my tongue searched out the crevices between the lips of her pussy. She had a wonderful, light flavor that I couldn’t get enough of, shoving my tongue as far within her as it would go. She was mumbling now, "No more, please, no more.", as she cried. When I had enough of her tasty pussy, I moved up and laid on her. Rubbing my painfully hard cock up and down her slit. She had stopped crying and was just laying there, knowing that there was no way to stop me now. "Please be gentle. I’ve done everything that you said. You’re bigger than my boyfriend was. Just go slow, please." I thought that that was a reasonable request, so I went as slow as I could. Entering her an inch at a time, taking breaks to suck on her tiny nipples and to explore her mouth with mine. She lay still and let me do what I wanted. When I got all but the last bit in her, I whispered to her again, "Since you’ve been no help at all, I am going to stay still now and I want you to take the rest yourself." The crying started again, but I felt her trying to push her tight cunt down over the last bit of my eight inch dick. Finally I was all the way in and I began to pump. Long, full strokes that brought gasps from my victim as I went from the entrance all the way back to her cervix, again and again. Too few minutes later, I let go with a yell of my own, gushing cum deep in her young hole. She screamed on the last stroke when I buried myself inside her with all my strength. While I regained my senses, I laid on my back on her bed and pulled her over so that her face was at my crotch. "Lets see some of that oral technique, whore. If you do a good job I might be done for the night. And watch the teeth." Without a word, she went to the task. Her lips and tongue traveled over my semihard cock, and then led it into her mouth. She moved her head up and down, sucking so hard that her cheeks hollowed. Under Josie’s expert ministrations, I was soon at full mast again. I grabbed her head and yanked her up and on top of me. "This time you do the work." She gently settled her hole onto my cock and began to slide down it. She was being quiet again, so I reached up and grabbed both of her nipples with my fingers and began to slowly squeeze and twist them. She yelled, and, thinking that I wanted her to go faster, began to jump and bounce on me, bringing me off again. With my cock still in her, I pulled her down to my face and kissed her. She was sobbing softly. Then I decided to have some fun with her. "I’m someone that you know, possibly from school, possibly from elsewhere. You did a good job tonight, but it just isn’t enough. Now it’s your turn to do some work. Your assignment is to find me. You know approximately my size and shape from tonight’s activities. All you have to do is find me from the circle of people that you know, and fuck me in your livingroom with the shades open and the lights on. When you do, I’ll give you the pictures and you’ll be free. But you have to fuck me as if it’s your idea, I won’t encourage you at all. In fact, I may put up a struggle. Oh, and since it will be difficult after your parents return to do this my way, you better find me before they get back. Clear?" "B.. but that means that I have to sleep with anyone who I think looks like you. That could be a lot of people. What if I get pregnant or a disease? What about my reputation? This could destroy me, too." "Then I guess you have to decide for yourself, slut. But I can tell you that in a week, people all over town will see you in a new light if you don’t find me by then." Then I dressed and, after lightly tying her to a chair to hold her until I got home, left. At home, exhausted, I laid down next to my wife and slept. At six I woke to find her pumping her delicate lips on my, somehow, rock hard cock.

Epilog

I guess that she made up her mind. For the last three days men and boys have been streaming in and out of Josie’s house. At night I sneak over and take pictures of the activities. I estimate that she’s entertained somewhere around forty guys so far. Lately she’s been looking a little tired, but it doesn’t show in her activity level. I’ve watched her greet dozens of men at the door wearing little more than a robe. Often she doesn’t even seem to speak before dropping to her knees or shrugging off her lingerie. Josie’s gotten quite skilled at convincing nervous men that she is serious about wanting to fuck them, although I had to laugh when one who turned out to be gay just wouldn’t give in to her, even as she lay begging on the floor for his cock. I thought once that I would have to interfere when one guy, a football player from her school, decided that he wanted her virgin ass. Treating her like the slut she pretended to be, he slapped her to the floor. She was crying, pleading with him not to hurt her. He flipped her onto her stomach and grabbed a handful of her thick blonde hair, pulling her back and up onto her knees. She was shaking her head, crying, as he started to enter her. His cock was still wet from a blow job, but that was the only lubrication that he used. He was a giant of a man and could easily reach one hand to cover her mouth and the other around her shoulders to give him leverage. Her eyes were wide with unspoken pain and misery as he slowly pushed deep in her asshole. Once in, he pumped for a long time, gradually building up speed. When he finally came it was as if he were a puppet who’s strings were cut, falling roughly on top of her. She lay still, crushed beneath his weight, crying to herself. When he regained some energy, he yanked out of her sore ass and moved her around so that her mouth was available to clean him up. She didn’t try to resist. On his way out, later, I could hear him promise to return soon, maybe bringing some friends. She dragged herself upstairs to bed. Then earlier this evening I got a call from my next door neighbor’s kid, Josie. It seems that she wanted me to come over tonight to help her move some furniture. Of course I said yes. Maybe I’ll even keep my word to her, after making her work to seduce me. Or maybe I’ll hold on longer. After all, daddy might be President someday.

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