18-year old Ellie has recently learned that her role is to pleasure men sexually. Whenever and wherever her housemate needs her, it’s her job to make sure that he gets off. Every morning, she wakes him up with a blow-job, right before he chooses the sexy lingerie for her to wear that day. Ellie’s accepted that this is her lot in life…but she’s having trouble hiding how much she’s starting to enjoy it.
EXPLICIT: This 3400-word story contains heavily descriptive oral sex, implied mind control, taboo sex, dirty talk, sexual threesomes and a naughty little teen getting increasingly turned on by the wicked acts that her older housemate has her do…including sneaking into his bed at night and fucking him without anyone hearing...
EXCERPT:
Finally, after what seemed like hours, I had a spare period, but no sooner had I sat down in a stall when my phone went off.
"GYM." it said. "NOW."
It was from Michael, of course. Normally getting a text message with instructions on where he wanted to get off would be no more significant than an email telling me I'd won the Nigerian lottery, but...
Well, my realization that what we were doing was kind of hot, combined with the fact that I hadn’t managed to get off since last night…as I hurried to the gym, I couldn’t deny that just those two words were a turn-on. The idea of being ordered around, of being constantly at a man's beck and call was suddenly really sexy to me.
If it was anyone else but him, I thought, I’d ask if they wanted to make this more than just a situation of convenience…
When I got to the gym, Michael was waiting patiently for me. I was so wet that I was actually having trouble walking straight. It was like my hips refused to travel in a straight line - every step I took, they were swaying from side to side, causing my normal walk to be super sexy.
He didn’t say anything when he saw me, just lifted one eyebrow, and held out his hand. It was like I was talking to a fifth-grade crush…I was suddenly tongue-tied, and just blushed and followed him as he led me behind the bleachers.
Without a word, he grabbed my hair with one hand, unbuttoned his jeans with the other, and forced my head down to his cock.
“Yes, I silently screamed as his manhood entered my mouth. Use me!
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