Ghost Ch 03 Seedling Takes On Jake

Jake's day didn't improve much over his wife's day. He kept getting erections for no particular reason, losing it as soon as a woman came near. As soon as she moved away, he went erect again. It drove him crazy, more so when he was working and his arousal went up, making him rub his crotch. Then it simply vanished, leaving him with a sigh.

At lunch, he spilled ketchup on his shirt, heading for a nearby store to buy a new one. As he went to the front to pay, a teen girl with dark hair walked up to him, her smile making her look fifteen instead of the eighteen Kate Wilson really was.

"Hi, can I ask if you..."

Jake looked at her as she lost her smile, staring at his crotch. He looked down to see he was in full erection, the cock moving back and forth as if waving. He found his arousal going up as he looked at the frowning face before him.

"Yeah, forget I was going to ask you anything, pervert. I'm not interested in what you're thinking."

She turned, walked away, and as Jake watched that ass moving in those short running shorts, his own arousal went up more, his erection almost moving to wear a hole in his pants. He stood stunned, never experiencing this sort of thing.

He finally moved to the front, standing behind her in the check-out line, still unsure of what was going on, only knowing he felt desire and lust at the sight of this young girl who finally turned around. She frowned.

"You stalking me now, pervert? You can't find a woman your own age to do that sort of thing?"

"Sorry, I'm not sure what is going on."

She smirked at him, his arousal notching up.

"I'm eighteen and I know what's going on. You're a horny old pervert who wants to get it on with a young virgin. That pretty much sums it up for me."

She turned to look at the next customer being helped. Jake felt a hand on his ass, making him suppress a moan. The girl spun around.

"Listen to me, pervert. You touch me again and I'll have security toss you out if not have you arrested. You get me?"

She turned back as Jake blinked. He never touched her, didn't even come close and if there were security cameras, it would prove he didn't. On the other hand, calling to miss a meeting because he allegedly accosted a young girl wasn't going to go well either. Jake took a step backwards to put more distance between them.

A hand was on his ass, even if no one was behind him. He was suddenly pushed forward, Jake unable to stop as he pushed into the girl who spun, slapping him soundly, Jake's head snapping to one side.

She turned back to set her pile of clothes on the belt for the cashier to run up. Jake apologized, claiming he didn't know why he fell forward.

"Uh-uh, pervert, you have a lot of that. You don't know why your dick is waving for attention when I walk by, pretty much as it's doing now, you don't know who stood behind me to touch my ass while you were the only one there and now you don't know why you leaped forward to rub your dick into my ass for a quick feel."

The cashier was an older man who was vastly interested in the conversation, his look at Jake telling him the grandfather in him wanted to let Jake know what was what.

Her pile came to almost sixty dollars as Jake apologized again. She pointed to the bags on the belt.

"Pay for those and let me leave in peace. I won't file charges. Otherwise, your ass belongs to a lawyer who you better make sure is good."

Arousal going up to the point he was ready to hump the belt before him, Jake quickly agreed to pay for all her items. He was still paying as she walked out the door, Jake's erection and arousal dropping within seconds. Walking to his car, the ketchup covered shirt in the bag, he spotted the young girl walking to a bus stop. His dick went into overdrive, his arousal matching it degree by degree. Jake could only stand between cars, staring at that ass as it walked across the lot to the bus stop.

She disappeared, his body went to normal, and he made it to work in time for the meeting. Afterwards, sitting in his office, his mind went to the girl, his body going into some arousal but not as much as actually seeing her. It drove him crazy the rest of the day considering how badly he reacted when other women were around. What was it about some teen girl that set him off?

As he went over some work at home, he kept thinking the same thoughts. He was in full mast when he went to bed, snuggling over to his wife who acted like she was trying to wake up. By the time she asked what he wanted, his dick was shriveled. He only rolled over, trying to go to sleep.

The next day he got out of his car to go eat when his dick went erect, his body responding. Jake looked around to see the girl from the day before leaving a fast-food place, drink in hand, not realizing Jake was there. He got back into the car, slowly following her to a cheap motel a few blocks away. She went into one of the units.

Pulling into the parking lot, he sat in his car, watching the door. He was ready to hump as his hand massaged his erection, twice Jake catching himself at it. The door opened, the girl walking straight to him, Jake lowering the window, not even thinking of trying to drive away from the reason for his embarrassment.

"Pervert, you followed me, didn't you? You're a stalking pervert!"

"No, no, please, miss, it's not like that. Really, I'm not stalking you."

"Really? Oh, I can't wait to see which door you go to so you can embrace your friend you're visiting."

Jake was caught, knew it, still didn't think of driving away. He stammered a few times before she shook her head.

"I'm going inside, you want to come in, fine. I'll have my taser with me, you strip and play with yourself while you try to convince me you're not a pervert."

She walked back inside, Jake shaking as he watched her close the door. He wasn't a pervert, he just found her arousing and lusted like crazy for her. He had no idea why as he got out of the car, walked over, opened the door, and stepped inside. The place smelled, looked dirty and he regretted coming in. Except for the part where he closed the door, standing by it, the girl in a chair a few yards away, a taser in one hand.

"You remember the next steps, pervert? Strip, stroke, and talk."

Jake had no idea what was going on as he undid his tie, undressing in front of a total stranger, soon wearing nothing but his waving erection.

"Not a junk yard, pervert. Pile your clothes nicely on the bed and not scattered all over. This isn't the Ritz, but I do like neatness."

Clothes piled on the bed, neatly folded, he started stroking his manhood, before trying to explain he wasn't stalking her, he was simply trying to discover why he had so much lust for her. She laughed at him.

"No difference, pervert, stalking or lusting. Either way, you followed me to where I live and sat in the car to see where else I might go. Or were you waiting for me to leave so you could force your way in, to set up cameras?"

Jake stuttered trying to get the words out. His body was on edge, just a few strokes away from shooting his wad onto the floor, his pre-cum making his dick slick. He saw the hand with the taser wave a bit. It was talk or be stunned, this dominating teen letting him know when the stun wore off, he'd be outside as he was right now, naked.

Jake didn't need that, didn't need to explain to anyone at work why his lunch hour was on the Internet as people recorded his naked body dragged out of a room by a teen girl, his clothes maybe or maybe not being tossed out as well.

He stuttered an explanation he wasn't doing any cameras, he simply wanted to see her again, her sensuality making him very interested even as he knew it was wrong, considering her age. Her reply was to sip on the soda, the straw making the sucking noise when the cup was empty.

"I don't suppose you have some brightly colored condoms with you?"

"Um, no, I don't have any at all."

His heartbeat went faster, his arousal at the edge of torment as he thought she might let him fuck her. It didn't seem like her way, but then so many women were so eager for him so many times, anything was possible. She stood up, aiming the taser at him.

"Get on your knees, spread them apart as much as possible, and keep your toes pointing to the door."

He licked his lips, stopping as she shook her head.

"You want to show obedience and when given a simple order, you decline. You need to leave."

Jake wasn't sure when obedience became a thing, but he went to his knees, spread them, and made sure his toes were pointed to the door behind him. He kept stroking his cock the entire time.

She popped the lid off the cup and tossed the cup to him. He stopped stroking to catch it, unsure of what to do with it.

"Keep stroking, pervert, no one told you to stop." She watched as he resumed, the precum leaking on his hand. "Put the cup under your dick so it leaks in there and not on the floor. It hits the floor, you're licking it up and I can assure you, that carpet isn't all that clean. Now obey."

He stroked with his right hand, held the cup with his left as he knelt naked before her, a teen who bossed him around while he had no idea who she was. Only that for the first time in weeks, he was aroused and not deflating when faced with a female. In truth, he was so far excited he didn't care, only that she let him cum.

"When I give you an order, pervert, I expect you to obey. Not think, not be concerned about anyone or anything else, only to obey what I command."

Kate smirked at the man who was almost sweating he was so aroused.

"You agree, pervert? You agree to do what I tell you? To treat me like the dominate you always wished you could serve?"

Jake's eyes were almost rolling into his head as he hissed a 'yyyeessss' in agreement. He barely understood her as she demanded he repeat his agreement.

"Yes, I agree, this pervert agrees to obey you, to treat you like the Dominate he wishes he could serve and honor with obedience."

His arousal went up before he could wonder where the words came from, but the teen nodded and smiled at him, so whatever he said, it was a good thing.

"Okay, pervert, cum for your Dominate, cum into the cup, and don't miss a drop."

He released his desire, spurting days of pent up cum into the drinking cup, his balls feeling like they were exploding with pleasure at his release, as spurt after spurt went into the cup. He finally slumped back on his legs, the cup still under his dick, catching the dribbling.

"Squeeze your dick, make sure it's all in there."

He did so, his right hand seeming to cramp but he was soon sure nothing was left in him. He looked over at her, his breathing still coming in gasps as he recovered from this sought-after action of being allowed to cum.

"Drink it up, get dressed, and get out."

He blinked, looking at her, and shook his head.

"I'm not drinking that stuff. Why would you even want me to?"

"What's wrong with it?"

"Well, nothing, it's just..."

"Shut up, pervert. You have women all week long swallowing your cum, you even came in here, hoping I'd swallow your cum. The entire time you know there is something wrong with your cum? Get out."

"I'm just saying..."

She came over, jerked the cup out of his hands, and kicked him in the balls. Jake yelped, falling to one side, hardly aware of the door opening. He was aware when the sun hit his face as he was dragged from her unit to the parking lot, his clothes tossed out to the sidewalk just before the door closed, the lock being heard.

Also being heard was the laughter as Jake looked around to see several people laughing at him. He scrambled to gather his clothes, pushing them into his car, getting the keys out of his pants pocket and driving off, his face red with embarrassment.

That bitch, that stupid ass bitch! How dare she! She would be lucky to have a place to stay, Jake Mars was not without knowing some people. She'd regret this.

Jake finally pulled over, realizing he was naked while driving. He looked around, saw no one interested in him and dug through the damp pile. He blinked. Damn that bitch! How dare she!

He didn't drink his cum, a lot of cum after a few weeks, but she had poured it all over his clothes, his shirt was stained, his pants, his socks were wet, his shoes had puddles inside. Jake sat back, there was no way to go to work with this. Looking at the dashboard clock, he had just enough time to go home, get on fresh clothes and make the meeting. Just enough if he didn't waste time.

Jake later sat in his meeting, not distracted by his cum covered clothes still on the floor of the passenger side of the car, but the way that bitch talked to him, the way she smirked at him, the way she thought he'd roll over for her. No, Jake wanted revenge on her. How hard could it be to have revenge? The girl lived in a run-down motel so disgusting even the cock roaches stayed away. Jake was smarter and better off; his revenge would be epic; the girl would grovel for his enjoyment.