All characters are over the age of 18/legal age. This is a non-consent story of blackmail, so if that's not your thing, please click away now!
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Thanks to KENJI SATO for his excellent editing skills - without his this would not have been possible! Okay, well if you've read my other stories, you know that I concentrate on the Roberts family, and their antics in the panhandle area of my fine state! (Locations and names slightly changed to protect the not-at-all-innocent.) This one is the 'origin' story of Johnathan and his wicked ways...hope you enjoy!
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Johnathan Roberts was wearing a true wolf-grin. "Well, based on the lingerie I see, you and the hubby certainly have an active sex life." His grin was lewd. Mckinsey Craft was topless, but still wearing her yoga pants. "Oh look, a wet spot," he said, pointing at her crotch. His prey blushed, so he tossed the satin-and-lace-cami PJs he had dug out, on the bed between them, and said, "Change into those, I want a little fashion show." And moved the chair over, having a seat as though he were at a play; he waited.
If Mckinsey Craft didn't feel embarrassed and humiliated before, she certainly felt it now. After all this, she was being made to parade in front of her torturer like some damn piece of meat. But again, she knew she had little choice. The cami PJs were skimpy, and she blushed as she stood, twirled, and bent over the bed in front of the naked torturer. She noticed that his dick was getting erect again, and that could only mean one thing.
Seeing this MILF pose for him in lingerie, was nice. She was currently bent over the bed, one foot on the floor, one knee on the bed, looking back at him. With a lustful grin, he stood and stepped over, and tugging on the bottoms, said, "Let's keep the top, but trust me when I say, you won't be needing these..."
Mckinsey stopped. She knew all too well what was about to happen, and what she was going to be forced to do. Pleadingly, she said, "Look, Johnathan...I can't..."
Listening to this MILF beg, just made him harder, as he climbed onto her bed. "Remember your options, Mrs. C.," he said, and held out his hand. His new fuck-toy MILF sniffled, stripped off her cami shorts, and climbed on the bed. Without being told a word, she swung a leg over, and began to mount him. He was going to make her fuck him cowgirl.
"Good girl," Johnathan said, who then made a long, low satisfied grunt, as his stiff member entered Mckinsey Craft's hot, wet love-tunnel.
Mckinsey was afraid that this was going to happen. Not JUST that she would have had sex with this nerdy-kid, but that a certain part of her would react so well to it. It wasn't just that Mckinsey Craft really liked cowgirl (she did), but it was the length of that damn dick that did it. Mckinsey felt her body give in to the invader, and to get more of it inside her, she naturally bowed her back, poking her breasts out. She had kept the PJ top, and the kid had his hands under it, and damn his hide! Johnathan--damn you--Roberts, was squeezing her nipples. She LOVED it when a man did that. 'Close your eyes, girl, hang on' she told herself.
Mckinsey Craft's pussy felt awfully good, as his prey moved up and down on his cock. Her nipples were taut between his fingers as he squeezed them, so she was enjoying the ride, whether she wanted to admit it or not. The PJ top was serving to block her view of his face a bit, and so Johnathan said, "Look at me, Mrs. C. Look at me, Mckinsey...LOOK." Making eye contact, he said, "You -- oof -- deny it all you -- ahh -- want, but you LIKE having -- ohh -- having my fat cock inside you."
'Damn that kid...damn him' Mckinsey thought, as she looked at him, because that little asshole was right. And to emphasize it, he shifted his hands to the bottom of her ribs, and made her stop at nearly the top of her movement. Then the kid gave her an evil smile, and his pace tripled, as he began thrusting UP into her, very fast. She winced, and her mouth fell open. It felt almost too good. Mckinsey's was being fucked like she was being used, and Mckinsey liked it.
The moaning wail of his MILF fuck-toy told the truth. She began speaking in incomplete words, and his smile grew broader. Now Johnathan slowed slightly, then pulled her down HARD onto him, and said, "All right, woman. Grind. Grind that pussy on me like you mean it." As she began to move, he tensed and flexed with her. Shit, it felt incredible! Moving his hands back to her nipples, the wolf could see that his prey was clearly fighting a losing battle.
This was a different kind of torture, and Mckinsey Craft wasn't hanging on anymore. How could he have known? That one-two combo of getting fast-slammed followed by the switch to the slow roll, was pushing her over the edge. Her hips were starting to buck on their own, and Mckinsey threw her head back and called out. In one swift motion, Mckinsey swept the satin PJ top off, and placing her hands on his shoulders, she began shamelessly pounding herself on the dick impaling her as hard as she could, and with a loud wailing cry, she came.
Johnathan Roberts was having a helluva day. He had just used almost all the sexual knowledge he knew to make this gorgeous woman cum. Besides the obvious of watching porn, he'd had two girlfriends, but neither were all that attractive. By comparison, Mckinsey Craft was the total fucking package--incredible body, dirty-blonde hair, a little upturned nose, and doe eyes made her the complete and total MILF.
She rode him as she convulsed, crying out. Her cunt was squeezing his dick and Johnathan would be the first to tell you that hanging on was not easy, but he had one more trick up his sleeve. He knew his fuck-toy's pussy would be very sensitive, and that was the plan. Mckinsey Craft was on top of him, breathing heavy, her eyes closed but tearing a little. So he pulled her down and beside him, gave her a hug, and began to reposition.
Mckinsey Craft was on top of her torturer, cowgirl-style, her chest heaving, and his still-stiff dick buried inside her. It made her cry, reason being her body had betrayed her, would her mind do the same? While the kid had given her a hug as he stepped off the bed, he next took hold of her thighs and pulled her roughly to the edge of the bed, so much so, it made her gasp. It required no imagination to understand what was about to happen, and he had the 'evil smirk' as an eighteen-year-old, Johnathan Roberts, opened her thighs.
"Johnathan, please!" Mckinsey found herself saying, "I'm sensi--" but she was silenced as her tormentor 'manhandled' her, as he simply pulled her about like an object he owned. She both hated it and was aroused by it at the same time, but she had no time to consider that, because the kid was going to fuck her again. He wasted no time either, puuushing himself inside her, right into her sensitive vagina. It made her twist and cry out, but he paid her no heed. Once fully inside her, her tormentor gripped her ankles, spreading her very wide, and then began to thrust very hard and very powerfully into her. It was a powerfully 'erotic' pain she had not felt in a long time.
As soon as he had her ass at the edge of the bed, he 'sank' all of his rock-hard penis into her, balls-fucking deep. Her face grimaced, just as Johnathan had hoped. He then slid his hands out and gripped her ankles, spreading her legs as far apart as he possibly could, and began a rhythm of steady, hard thrusts--pull back, hold, then in, fast and hard. Johnathan's fuck-toy was liking it, holding her own nipples, and began crying out each time he 'bottomed' inside her.
