Sara Part I - Sex Stories

Sara Part I

... motel and into a small room. It was dirty and dingy and looked like the cleaning lady hadn’t even thought about this room in a long time. “What? What are we doing here?” “Well I had an idea. A proposition for you. I own this little shit hole motel and this is the manager’s apartment. I haven’t had anyone on-site in a long time though.” “I don’t know how to manage a motel.” “I’m not offering you a job. What I am offering you is a place to stay.” my eyes lit up that I was not going to be sent to a foster home even if it meant staying in this dump. “Oh thank you sir! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!” “Easy there little girl. I am not running a flop house. This isn’t a charitable offer. This comes with certain stipulations.” his eyes scanned up and down my body. I was only 4’ 10” with 32B tits but I had a nice thick bubble butt that boys and men both seemed to stare at. I figured this was the point where he would tell me that he wants to fuck me. I wouldn’t have minded I mean after all I wasn’t a virgin. He wouldn’t even be the first older man that to fuck me. One of Daddy’s friends owns that honor. That particular day I was wearing a tiny little pair of jean shorts and a bikini top and as he looked down at me I saw his eyes focus onto the green triangles of material and when I looked down I noticed that my nipples were hard. He looked away and scanned the room. “As you can see this place is a dump. I have absolutely no intent of fixing it up either. If you accept the deal and ...

... you want to spruce the place up then that’s up to you. There is a maintenance shed in the back with cleaning supplies and there might be some paint if you are so inclined.” I looked around and while it was filthy and smelled of something that can only be described as a combination of boiled cabbage and wet dog I had no other options. Besides I could clean it up and make do until I came up with a plan. “So um….what do I have to do? For you I mean?” I was 14 and all alone and if that meant I had to spread my legs for this man then I was prepared to do that. “Well for starters….” he adjusted his glasses and smiled at me. “You’ll do chores around the property. Mow the grass, sweep the parking lot, help out with the cleaning lady if she needs it and anything else that Marg might need. She works the front desk by the way.” “Thank you so much Mr. Piedmont. You have no idea how much this means to me.” I was almost in tears knowing that, at least for the time, I wouldn’t be handed over to some social worker. “Like I said, this isn’t a handout and if I feel that you’re not holding up to your end of the deal I’ll bounce your ass in a heartbeat and let the county deal with you. Understood?” “Yes sir.” “Good. Now, have you eaten?” “No.” he took me into the next town and bought me some groceries and then a sack of fast-food burgers. The rain started falling heavily as we pulled up into the motel’s parking lot. “Now if anyone asks you’re 18 and you’re working for room and board. Marg has been ...