montara1119, Author at NSFW story

How I Lost My Babysitting Job

So… I’ve always been a good girl. Not a perfect girl — but I don’t sleep around. There was that one guy when I was younger, but he dumped me when he got what he wanted, and I learned from that. Since then, I’ve kept my legs together, and now I’m nineteen. If I’m gonna be honest… guys my age are immature jerks. They are all over me for free handouts, and that’s not as flattering as they think.

And my parents are after to me to figure out what I’m going to do with my life, since I don’t have a college gig planned yet, and I’m not in a serious relationship. I’m doing part time at Hooters (don’t even fucking say it) and babysitting on the side. Hooters is good money — the tips are like triple what you get anywhere else. Yes, I know what the word objectification means, but the guys that eat there are less crude than what I see outside of work. My parents don’t love it, but they are the ones charging me rent, so I have to do something. So I figure it’s a start. It beats saying I’m still babysitting at nineteen. Read more »

Rent Comes Due (part 3)

Autumn is winding down; I do the haying, which is so mechanized it barely counts as farm work. I do a few friends’ fields, too — I owe them for some water they sent my way when the piping got screwed up last spring, after the messy thaw.

I spend some of that time thinking about your sexuality — the rape fetish, and desire to see other girls get pushed. I don’t expect to understand it, and I’m not all that worried about it But it’s not any kind of normal I’m familiar with, and just maybe I need a little more information.

I switch off the bailer, climb up into the cab of the harvester where it’s cool and quiet, and punch a phone number I haven’t looked up in while.

“Heinrich. This is a surprise. You finally decided you wanted some adult conversation?”

“I have Willis when I want that.”

“Ha, you still name your pigs Willis. You know the real Willis died of cancer two years ago, right? You don’t have to symbolically slaughter him every Christmas anymore.”

“Yeah, but it never gets old. Was his death painful?”

“Very.” Read more »

Rent Comes Due (part 2)

That night you get into my bed, naked, and curl up near me, not touching me. The temptation to touch you simply because I can is strong, but I don’t want to ruin this with pointless handling. You’ll do better if I touch you when I want you, or when you need to be put back into line, and not otherwise.

Humans and animals aren’t so different, I reflect. Show either one clearly who has the authority, and there’s rarely any trouble…

I wake, suddenly. Your hand is fumbling between my legs, and you’ve already got me hard. Why I didn’t wake up the instant you touched me, I don’t know. I was pretty tired, but I can’t imagine being that tired. You must have a very, very light touch.

You must be aware that I woke up, but I wait to see what you do. To my surprise you keep going, running a fingertip along the underside of my cock, then rubbing very gently against the frenum. And then down, petting with that one fingertip over my balls. It’s fucking effective. When your finger slides up again, it strokes over the head of my cock, and it’s slippery. You’re panting, very softly. It sounds more like fear than arousal. It’s a hot sound, either way. Read more »

Rent Comes Due (long)

You’ve been a bad girl. I told you not to fuck with it. I told you to leave it alone. And I come home and it’s a jagged mess on the floor, and you’re looking for a dustbin.

You’re dressed to go out with your school friends. White blouse, nice skirt, hair pulled back. Such an innocent face. You were hoping to get away before I got back. Too bad for you.

“Come here.”

“It was an accident!” Your soft Japanese accent is a reminder that you’re far from home. You get to stay here because I think you’re pretty, and we both know that there’s a kind of rent coming due, eventually. Looking over your body, I decide it’s now.

You hesitate.

“Here!”

You’re trembling. I’m older than you by at least fifteen years. You’re small and trim and pretty, with a firm little rounded ass, barely B-cup tits and long legs, for your 5’2″ height.

You think I don’t know about your fascination with older men. And American cock.

“What did I tell you?” Read more »

Rent Comes Due

You’ve been a bad girl. I told you not to fuck with it. I told you to leave it alone. And I come home and it’s a jagged mess on the floor, and you’re looking for a dustbin.

You’re dressed to go out with your school friends. White blouse, nice skirt, hair pulled back. Such an innocent face. You were hoping to get away before I got back. Too bad for you.

“Come here.”

“It was an accident!” Your soft Japanese accent is a reminder that you’re far from home. You get to stay here because I think you’re pretty, and we both know that there’s a kind of rent coming due, eventually. Looking over your body, I decide it’s now.

You hesitate.

“Here!”

You’re trembling. I’m older than you by at least fifteen years. You’re small and trim and pretty, with a firm little rounded ass, barely B-cup tits and long legs, for your 5’2″ height.

You think I don’t know about your fascination with older men. And American cock.

“What did I tell you?” Read more »