1. The Jockey: 14, 15, 16


    Date: 4/9/2018, Categories: Fiction, Consensual Sex, Domination / Submission, Female Domination, Girls domination, Teen, Author: Newmachine, Source: sexstories.com

    In spite of its description as "Fiction," this story is actually an embellishment of real experiences I had with a girl during my time on the radio. The first several chapters are absolutely true, save names and locales. XIV. "Dean? How are you doing, Baby?" Ashley's voice and a hand on my back. Without actually thinking about it in my half-asleep malaise, "Good. How are you?" A kiss on my ear and I smiled. A sharp smack on my ass stung me into alertness as I jerked, turning to see Kim smirking at me. "Good morning, pretty boy." Pretty? I couldn't recall ever having been addressed as "Pretty Boy" before. I looked up at her as I finished turning onto my back. "Anyone ever tell you that you have the bedside manner of a porcupine?" She put a hand on her hip and posed herself a diva. "I try." I looked back at Ashley to find her admiring me. My heart stopped again in her beauty, and I reached up my hand to stroke her water-streamlined hair, now slicked back against her head. She smiled bigger, and sighed, as Kim picked up my own dampened towel in lieu of her own cum-stained one, and dried herself as she walked into the house. "We're hungry," she began. "We're thinking pizza. Whaddaya think?" I hadn't had pizza in a while. "Sure." Then I remembered where we were. "Do they deliver here?" I was unfamiliar with the dynamics of a gated home. She smiled at my inexperience. "No. We're too far out. We'll have to go get it." Having delivered pizzas myself a few years before, I suspected ...
    that it also had something to do with the fact that people with money don't tip. A guy in a trailer park will slip you a fiver, but people in houses like this one want exact change, and I despised them for it. Then I remembered that some money couple's hot young daughter had just jerked me off beside their pool, wiped my cum from her arm with their plush towel, behind their million-dollar home, and I found some closure. "Do you want me to go with you?" "Of course, silly." I contemplated the scenario of leaving to go get pizza, and decided it to be an acceptable one. "Okay, let me get up and get dressed." She smiled gingerly. "Oh, you don't need to get dressed; you're not getting out of the car." I stopped. "You're kidding, right?" She couldn't possibly be serious. "Nope," she said smugly. "You don't need clothes if you stay in the car." I had to object. "Actually, I'm pretty sure I do." Ashley started at me intently. "Are you sure about that, Dean?" I fucking hated that. I couldn't tell if she was threatening me or not, and it made it hard for me to like her. As I was deliberating, her expression changed to cheeriness, and she added, "Think about it, Sweetie, why would you need clothes? No-one will see you. I tell you what, I'll get Kim to take the Land Rover; its windows are tinted. How does that sound?" It was less of a question and more of a request for confirmation. I knew I wasn't going to win, and the Land Rover sounded much better than Kim's wide open Subaru. "Okay." ...
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