The hooker in the alley

I had gone to movies with my friends. We had decided to go to a shady theatre. It was a very sexual movie, just short of porn. And it was almost 8 PM by the time the movie ended. I had to use the bathroom, so I asked my friends to go ahead. That I would catch up with them later.

After they left, the whole building had practically gotten empty and quiet. I got out half an hour later and, right next to the building, there was an alleyway, and I heard some voices coming on from there. As I walked and turned, I stopped and didn’t move as I watched a man pinning a woman against the wall. She was wearing a long floral dress, low cut. Her head was burried onto the wall, her dress raised as the man thrusted into her. I watched him spank her ass and pull onto her curly black hair, as she didn’t say much, just letting out small moans trying to be quiet. The dark meant I couldn’t see their faces, but when he finished, I watched him push a dollar bill down her dress.

My Bully wants my sister [MF] [Voy]

**Chapter-1: Her number**

It was back in high school. Senior high. You see, I had this bully. Let’s call him Mark. He had been bullying me since forever. He was ofcourse, a year older but still hung out at school to practice football.

It was that day, when he beat me up again on the field, hitting the ball straight at my head, while the whole team laughed. The principal asked me about it. So did the nurse, but I was not gonna snitch. That would only make it worse.

Anyway, school called my mom, because they thought I was in no position to go home myself.
But mom must have been busy, and sent my older sister, Heather,instead. She entered the room I was in and asked what happened. “Sports injury” I told her. “You? Sports?” She said and asked me to pick up my bag, and we started to leave.

And just as we were getting out, we passed the field, as I saw Mark. There was a surprise in his face. I glanced at him, but this time, he wasn’t looking at me. He was looking at her. His eyes started at her heels. And then her legs, to the jean shorts she wore, before moving on to her thin strapped top. Finally her straight, dirty blonde hair.

[mF] A Mom obsession (Part 1) [voy]

By the time I was about to finish high school, I had heard a lot of….opinions, lets call them. Opinions about her body. How curvy she was and how much they wanted to be with her. I am of course telling you a very mild version of the things they used to say. I never bothered with it. And it didn’t make me look at her differently.

That changed one day, when I got back early from school. She of course had no idea. I was about to walk into the house when I got a glimpse, through the window. A glimpse of her naked body from the back and side as she entered her room and disappeared. Her brownish blonde hair were wet, almost wire-like, falling down to a few inches below her shoulder. I could see those curves my friends were talking about. I stood there for a while before I entered, pretending like nothing ever happened. But the truth was, It would never be the same again. I was, in a sense, obsessed.