The Bookstore - Sex Stories

The Bookstore

... “It’s you.” A sick rush of adrenaline, but she still can’t move, only gape, her mind has fled to protect itself. “But how, how did you know” “There’s a security camera in the light, sweetheart.” He shakes his head, pityingly, but he’s still smiling. “Oh,” she says in a small voice. “You’re so dumb.” She tries to gather her thoughts. “Please Stan, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have watched it but I just wanna go home, I didn’t mean to” “Shut up.” She flinches. He approaches her, tall, menacing. “Just let this sink in for a moment. I have the disc. I have copies. I can send them to whoever I want. I could send them to your parents. I wonder what they’d think about you, frigging your cunt with a cider in your hand. Do you think they’d understand?” “Stan no please don’t do that, please please oh god you’ve been so nice and I messed it all up but just don’t do that” “Oh Katy, Katy, Katy…Nobody’s nice for nothing in this world.” He reaches out, strokes her hair. “I just want you to keep doing it. Only next time.. no panties. And lift your skirt up a little.” Hand caressing her cheek. The sheer inappropriateness of it makes her clumsy and awkward, she can’t tell him to stop. She doesn’t even think she has the right to tell him no, not after what she did. ”I’m going to let you go now. And you’ll be back here at the same time tomorrow.”She tries to twist her face away. He steps back, casually backhands her across the face. Her cheek numb at first, then filled with heat. She can taste blood ...

... on the underside of her lips. “Stop sniffling.” She manages to get herself partway under control, breathes in, blurts out “Why are you hurting me-” and dissolves into tears. CRACK. “I said stop. Go on, bite your lips. Get yourself the fuck under control. Straighten out.” He waits, looks at her.”That’s it. Deep breath. Nothing has to change, Katy.” She looks up at him. Flat red marks on each cheek. Puffy eyes, nose running, eyes simultaneously wild and glassy. She struggles for a second to speak. “I just have to come b-back tomorrow?” A nod of the head, yes. His gaze is approving.” You won’t tell anyone?” He shakes his head. “I just want to watch the tapes myself. I won’t show them to anyone. I find you so attractive, Katy.” Confused, whirling emotion. “You do? You really do?” He grins, grabs her hand, forces it against his crotch. She doesn’t resist. “Feel that. Look how hard you’ve made me.” She’s speechless, it’s so hot, so rigid, it’s so rude what he’s doing, she feels like she’s in a tunnel, all sensation reduced to a single point. “Go on, unzip it. Do it now. Now. Pull it out now, go on..” "But I’ve never done that before,” she chokes out. “You have now. Just rub it up and down. That’s it…good girl…Yes, faster…fuck…” He pulls her closer and spunks huge gobs of cum all over her shirt. Her mouth working, lip chewing, trying to compartmentalise. He reaches down and wipes his dick on her skirt. Pats her on the head. Hand on the small of her back, opens the door, pushes her ...