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I lay on the
bed as he shut the door behind him. With cum dripping out of my
pussy, I lay there discarded, used. Staring up to the ceiling, my
heart still racing from what just happened, my normal thoughts
started coming back. I had come a long way from the innocent girl
my parents had raised.
    I waited a few
minutes before standing up and going to the shower, one of the few
pleasantries in the room. He gave no indication of when he would
come back next, he kept all the control for himself. Memories of
the weeks leading up to this point took over and I allowed myself
to indulge on them...
    “Hey Casey,”
he called out the window of his car as he always did. I waved back.
He stepped out of his car and came over to have a quick chat while
I was setting up some decorations in front of my house.
    “How’s school
going? I hear you’re trying to get into pre-med. That’s got to be
tough.” He asked.
    “Eh, it’s ok I
guess.” I replied.
    “Keep at it,
nobody likes quitters. If you want it you have to take it.”
    “I know, I’ll
try my best.” I smiled back at him.
    “Good.” He
turned to walk back to his well lit house. Today was Friday, that
meant he would go back inside, change out of his boring business
casual clothes and into his good stuff, then head back out.
    I sat waiting,
I enjoyed watching what kind of woman he would bring home. It
helped me form a better mental picture.
    Just like
clockwork there he was again, dragging another beautiful woman into
his house. Tonight it was a businesswoman. High heels, hair up,
early 30’s. Every weekend it was the same thing. He and some
beautiful woman would step out of his BMW and head straight for his
house. He’s been doing this for as long as I can remember, ever
since I was a young child. I started to get curious around the age
of 14, I’d sit outside his window and listen to what he was doing
with these women. I didn’t fully understand what was happening, but
it provoked a weird feeling inside of me that I didn’t quite
understand. That was a long time ago, now I’m a fully grown 19 year
old and know exactly what’s going on with all these women. I still
occasionally sit outside his window and listen, picturing what he
did to them as my hand would reach below my skirt.
    They shut the
door behind them and I snuck around the back, quietly making my way
over to the window he always seemed to leave open. I could sit
there beneath it without being detected, but I had to be careful
not to rustle the gravel below too much.
    “Sit.” I heard
him say. “Eyes closed.” I’ve never seen the inside of his house,
he’s never invited me in, but I always imagined there to be a
simple chair in the middle of a room on the other side of this
window.
    “I told you to
close your eyes.” He spoke again.
    “What are you
going to do to me?” The woman asked, a hint of nervousness in her
voice.
    “Close them.”
He demanded once again. “Hands behind the chair.”
    I could hear
his shoes clomping against the wooden floor. Picturing him walk
over to her and tying her up always got my juices started.
    “So, why are
you here?” He asked in his deep voice.
    “Your
reputation.” She replied.
    “Good, so you
know how this works then.”
    “I think
so.”
    “Wait
here.”
    “ Hrmmmf.” She sounded surprised through the gag on her face,
just like all the rest of them. The sound of his shoes dissipated
into the next room. He didn’t come back for a good ten minutes, I
always hated when he did this. I just wanted to get off and get on
with my night.
    “Spread ‘em,”
He barked, starting up the vibrator. The sound got louder as his
footsteps came closer. I heard her moans build up, my fingers on my
clit kept pace with the woman, their uncontrolled orgasms always
got me off.
    “If you cum,
I’ll make you regret it.” I could barely hear him whisper. I was
still outside the window rubbing myself as the woman inside came
closer and closer to finishing. I could hear