Jake's Magic Remote XV - Cheats and Chumps - Sex Stories

Jake's Magic Remote XV - Cheats and Chumps

... Well, Jeremy could fix that, He could go to the police… but that would just fuck up Petra’s life even worse. No, he had an even better plan. And it was finally happening, for real. First he’d make Petra do stuff with him. Then he’d make her be his girlfriend, and show her what it’s like to be in a real relationship. Then she’d start to fall in love with him, and he’d have everything he ever wanted. It sucked that he had to be mean to get it started, but once she saw what life with him was like she’d thank him. “So what exactly do you want?” she asked, startling him out of his thoughts. “You wanna see my boobs or something?” “That’s a start,” Jeremy said, smiling. “You could- could take off your sweater, that would be good.” He could feel his heart pounding faster, and it was hard to keep his voice from cracking. Petra rolled her eyes at him and pulled off her sweater. It was almost not sexy the way she did it, just up and off like she was in a hurry to get changed or something. Underneath, she was wearing a simple white bra; it made her look like one of the girls in the Sears catalog. Jeremy had seen Petra in bikinis smaller than this lots of times, but to have her here, like this, for him alone was just incredible. His dick twitched eagerly, and he let his eyes roll down and up, admiring her perfect white skin and the way her boobs pressed together inside their underwire prison. Petra crossed her arms over her chest again, but instead of blocking the view it just enhanced ...

... the cleavage. “Satisfied?” she asked impatiently. “Milady,” Jeremy breathed, “I’ll never be less than satisfied with- with that. Why don’t you come here and, um… feel how much satisfied I am?” Petra glared at him. “Seriously?” Jeremy shrugged. “Or I could go home and post some pictures to the internet of some stuff.” Petra grumbled, plopping on the couch next to him. Her hand slapped down onto his lap with more f***e than he would have liked, resting motionless on his privates. “Better?” He sighed. “Come on, Pet, why don’t-” his voice caught in his throat as pain shot through him. “You don’t call me that” Petra growled as she squeezed his dick and balls harder through his pants. “You never, EVER call me that.” “I’m sorry,” Jeremy wheezed. “P-Petra. I won’t call you that.” “Good,” Petra said, mercifully releasing his junk from her grip. Her mood shifted immediately back to quietly indignant. “So look, what’s the minimum sick **** victim part you’re gonna make me play here?” “I don’t like that word,” Jeremy replied. “Too bad,” Petra said, smiling sweetly. It was kind of scary how her face kept changing emotionally. “I don’t want to touch you, and you probably want to make me suck your dick. That’s pretty much textbook ****.” Jeremy sighed. “Fine. Do that, then, please. Listen, I’m never going to hurt you. You’ll enjoy this, eventually. I promise.” “You know what?” Petra said, unzipping his pants and pulling his penis free. “You’re probably right about that.” Jeremy stared in awe ...