Sweet - Sex Stories

Sweet

... her small frame. The glitter in the inner corner of her eyes sparkled. God, he wanted to see those eyes look up at him when she was taking his dick in her mouth

“Hi.” She said apprehensively. Starring at him up and down.

“Hey, couldn’t help how sweet you look. What’s your name?” No doubt having gotten and eyeful of his erection, she stayed planted in place listening to him speak.

“Ohh… thank you. My name is Anna.” She stroked a piece of hair behind her ears and giggled. This was going to be easier than he though. This “Anna” was nice and shy. Perfect. He loved shy girls they were easier to manipulate to his liking.

“You look good in that dress.” He stated as his erection leaked precum in his shorts. “You should model it for me.” He chuckled at the end of the sentence watching as the girl swayed from foot to foot, her sneakers rubbing against the cheap laminated floor.

“Sir?!” She exclaimed. Her voice sounded astonished at the comment. She giggled, and she bit her lip seductively at the man.

“Yes, I think you want to.” He continued keeping his voice low. “Why don’t you give me your number.” He stepped forward, close enough he could smell her sweet candy perfume.

“Okay.” She said and she reached for the phone the man passed her, and entered her phone number. She grabbed her cart and began to walk away. “I’ll see you later then…Daddy.” She sounded the last words in a sing song manner. He texted her at her number, a single heart. He was going to destroy ...

... that little bitch. That night he jacked off thinking about her breast behind the thin fabric of her dress and what shade her pussy would be.

Anna walked away from the man as her phone chimed. She glanced at her screen at the man’s message. Simple but sweet, she thought. It was a couple hours later that she finally made it home, and another few hours later until everybody in her house was in a deep sleep. She remembered back to the man’s erection, and how it tented his shorts so nicely.

If she weren’t so damn scared, she would have reached her hand to his shorts, gently stroking the man’s length. She lay in bed thinking about how it would feel. Her hand slowly slid down her belly and lifted her pj shorts just enough to slide her other hand to her wet pussy. She probed at her clitoris roughly rubbing at it in circles. She was desperate for release. Her finger moved faster as she struggled to keep her breathing even. She didn’t want to wake up her sister in the bed next to hers. Her finger moved effortless against the wetness and soon she came silently opening her mouth slightly to let out a silent scream of pleasure. She texted him right after she came.

Anna:

I didn’t even get your name.

Old man from store:

You can call me Daddy, and Sir.

Anna:

Okay, I saved it in my contacts as Sir.

Sir:

Good.

Anna

: Did you want to meet up?

Sir

: Yes.

Anna

: When did you want to meet up? I have tomorrow afternoon off.

Sir

: Sounds good, I’ll ...