He saw her run by his house every day at 8:05 in the forenoon. She was cute. Her saw her every day as he was getting ready for work. When 8:05 came around, he stopped everything and watched as she ran down the road. He wanted her but he knew he could n't cause her, that made him want her more.

It was 7:00A.M., he woke up and took a shower. He did not feel like going to function but roll in the hay he had to. `` T.G.I.F., right ? '' He thought to himself. Putting on his byplay suit he shook his head. He was not up for facing the idiots he dealt with everyday. Putting on his cuff tie, he looked at the clock. It was 8:03. He casually walked from his bedroom in the back of the house to his invitee room in the front line. He waited. He stood by the window in anticipation. Seeing her would hopefully take his head off work for a little while.

She came into scene at 8:05. He noticed she looked extra nice today. He noticed her legs first, long and slender, her pink running shortstop barely covering her firm ass. Her shirt was sleeveless and fitted to show off her flat stomach, and her 32B white meat that had a niggling bounce when she ran. She was teasing him. He knew that she did it on purpose. She wanted him to gaze ! tone at her ! She wanted him to approach her ! How could n't she by the way she was dressed !

He felt the blood rushing through his organic structure. He wanted her more than ever today, and it showed. The front of his suit pants were about to bust afford from the erection she had caused. As she ran out of vista, he felt the pressing on his dick which ached and begged for attention. `` Not today, '' he thought as he unzipped his pants to relieve some of the insistency. He walked back to his bathroom to trend his hair.

He was handsome, if he thought so himself. Every young woman from gamy schooltime, to college, to random daughter at the coffee shop practically threw themselves at him. He was about 5'11 '' and 190 pounds. He was naturally tan and had short-circuit, wickedness brown hair. His sea naughty eye were his outflank feature, if not, his mouth that would cause any supermodel jealous. He was built, as he went to the gym after piece of work.

After styling his hair, he took a looking at at himself in the mirror. `` I 'm 27, '' he said to the manifestation, `` it 's metre I start acting more mature. I need to act my age and I 'll get the right women coming to me. Hell, the jogger might stop by. '' He smirked. He knew she would n't hail to him, but he would surely go to her. He zipped up his pants.

He locked his theatre up and got into his 2011 bluish Ford Taurus and drove to work. The dear matter about being the CEO of a fellowship was that he did n't have to be on sentence. He did what he wanted, when he wanted. He was supposed to be at work by 8:30, but sometimes he got in at 9, 10 o'clock. No one seemed to complain. Inferno, if they complained he 'd crap their day miserable.

He got to work at 8:45 and worked until 6 in the eventide. He drove rest home. As he was driving, he saw a familiar pair of legs running on the incline of the route, about a mile from his sign of the zodiac. As he passed her, he looked into his rearview mirrors and watched her breasts bounce, up and down, up and down. He drove home. He knew she was going to be by his house soon so he parked the car in the garage and sat there for a few minutes. As he felt the time was right, he got out of the car and casually walked to his letter box at the end of his driveway. She came running as he opened the mailbox and sorted through his mail. She passed right by him. They said their friendly greetings, `` hi '' and `` hello '' as she ran passed. He could smell her as she ran by. She smelled like vanilla with a hint of female sudor. It turned him on. Feeling the blood rushing to his penis, he quickly gathered the ring armour and went inside his house.

He sat on his lounge and thought of the smuggler. He knew there was no former girl like her and that she had to be his. But how ? How could he convert her to like him like he liked her ? He realized that she probably had no clew that he was interested in her. He planned to make the future move.

He went into his cellar and looked around. He had to realise it perfect. If she did n't like him, he was going to force her to like him. He moved a wooden chair to the corner of his unfinished cellar where there were grummet made into the paries. He did n't know why the eyelet were there but he did n't deal, they 'd become his billet for securement for the young lady. He went to the service department and found some rope. He laced the rope through the loops cakehole in the cellar and let them dangle. `` Perfect. ``

The next forenoon he got up at 7A.M. and took a shower, like his pattern schedule. It was Saturday so he did n't have to operate but he was going to exploit alright, work on the daughter. The mail service came early on Saturday so he figured he 'd have an self-justification to be outside when she ran past. He thought about how near it 'll finally be to have her in his weaponry and claim her for himself. He shut off the water and stepped out of the shower. He glanced at the clock, it was 8:00. He 'd been in the shower for an time of day thinking about her ? He could n't consider it.

He got dressed in a flash, pulling on a T-shirt and jeans. He walked out to his mailbox at 8:04. He opened the mailbox and as he did, he heard screaming. He looked to see the girl running for her biography as a guy hopped out of the passenger slope of a red Pontiac Sunfire. It looked like a potential abduction. He ran to the female child and hit the guy in the jaw, making him fall to the ground. He took the young lady by the handwriting and ran to his planetary house. He hit the fob on his keyring and the service department started to open up. They slid under the door and he hit the fob quickly again to keep out it.

They were both out of breath, her more-so. They layed on the concrete floor for a good ten minutes before he started the conversation.
'' Hey, I 'm Greg. '' She turned her heading to meet his centre. He noticed her truthful beauty was in her brass. Sure, she had the perfect physical structure, but the way her face was, she could be 300 pounds heavier and still be pretty.
'' I 'm Cara. '' She pronounced it like car-ah which he thought was the perfect name for the double-dyed girl.

They made low lecture and Greg offered her some water. She accepted it. He tried to think of a way to get her to the basement but he could n't find an excuse. Finally, she spoke up giving him a plan.
'' You have a nice sign of the zodiac, '' she stated.
'' Thank you, would you like for a enlistment ? '' He asked, smiling.
'' sure as shooting. ''

He showed her the livingroom, the bathroom, the three bedrooms, he turned around and led her to the kitchen where the cellar door was.
'' And this is the kitchen, '' he spoke up, `` but this is what you really have to see. '' He opened the basement door and motioned for her to go down. She took the gesture and started walking down the step. He shut the doorway behind himself and walked down. He turned on the sparkle and as she reached the bottom of the steps, she looked around. There was zero but a few boxes and a chair with rope hanging from loops in the walls. She looked at Greg. He took her by the arm and she wiggled to try and get unloosen.

'' We can do this the easy way or the hard way, Cara. With the easy way, well, I do n't retrieve there 's one anymore so we 'll do it the backbreaking way. Sit in the chair and do n't do anything stupid because there will be outcome. '' Her eyes widened. She thought she just escaped from this. Cara sat down in the chair and watched Greg tie up her correct wrist to the wall. Greg thought that this was too easy. He tied both wrists to the wall and each articulatio talocruralis to the chairlegs.

He caressed her typeface and complimented her on her behavior.
'' I did n't think you 'd join forces with me, but since you did, I might have a little fun with you before I kill you. '' He had no intentions on killing her, he just wanted to see if she 'd believe it.
'' Please let me go. Let me go, Greg. I have n't done anything wrong. I 'm only 19 ! I have the eternal sleep of my life ahead of me ! Please let me ... '' slap ! He hit her across the face.
'' That 'll be enough of that dump. You 're mine. You will do what ever the fuck I say, and you 'll savor every bit of it. If you do n't ... '' he trailed off with his sentenced but gestured a finger slicing across the pharynx.

He ran up the stairs and left her there for half an hour before returning back down with duck tape recording and a tongue. He walked to her with the knife behind his vertebral column, magnetic tape in his pocket. He put the handle of the blade in his sassing and got out the tape recording. He ripped the tape big enough to fit over her mouth and placed it firmly there. He took the knife and tenderly ran the vapid side of the blade across her neck. From her neck, he let the blade drop to her shirt. Green. He hated green. He hated it and she was dressed in it. He pulled the front of her shirt out and cut it. She looked at him fearfully. He cut the movement subject and then the sleeve, ripping it away from her physical structure. Her sprts bra did not match her outfit, it was neon yellow. He liked yellow so he 'd spare it for last. He cut her shorts as he did the shirt, but when he ripped them away, he made a small discovery-she was n't wearing panties. He smirked as he ran the steel over her bald snatch. The nip of the knife made her shiver and hardened her nipples which now were visibly detectable from her bra. He ran the leaf blade up her stomach and slit her bra. He set the knife down and ripped the bra receptive with his hands, exposing her perky breasts to him.

'' If I 'm not mistaken, somebody is enjoying this, '' he said as he ran his men over her left breast. He leaned down and engulfed her hardened tit into his mouth, sucking it and swirling his tongue around it. She moaned and became a little wet. He moved from her left to her right hand, but this clip biting it. A smother scream came from behind the tape measure.
'' You do n't like that ? What about this ? '' He moved to her neck and nibbled on it furiously. She cocked her head to pass him more access. As she did, he clamped down on her neck with his teeth. She moaned in ecstasy. He licked from her neck opening back down to her breasts, down her stomach, then back up. He took his hand and ran it over her slit. She was wet. He slid his middle finger into her and drug it out, making her a little more wet. He took his fingerbreadth and slue ir across her olfactory organ so she could smack herself.

The the true was that Cara loved everything about herself. Everything. There was n't a individual thing she would change. She loved the way she looked, feeled, smelled, tasted. She could get off with just thinking about herself. And now, Greg was making her realize that.

He dipped his finger back in and then ran it over her mammilla. He rolled her nipple in his hand and gave it a belittled mite. She shut her eyes and let out another muffled moan. Greg then grabbed Cara 's ass from under her and slid her to the boundary of the chair where he could have a best position of her. Her juices dripped from her kitty and onto the story. `` What a waste, '' he thought. He did n't think of it much more as another lilliputian glob was about to dribble. He fell to his knee joint and licked it from her pussy, sending a shockwave through Cara 's body that he could feel on his natural language. He sucked on her clit as hard as he could and stick in three fingerbreadth into Cara 's pussy. She clamped down on his fingerbreadth and nearly came right then.

He slid his fingers in and out of Cara 's pussy and she moaned louder than ever. She could feel her climax building up. sweat glistened on her physical structure and her breathing was shallowing and speeding up. She finally came with a set of loud groan and her pussy squirting all over Greg 's face and thorax. Her dead body thrash about and the circle nearly snapped her hands off. Greg was instill to say the least and he took his sop shirt off.

Cara watched him assume off his shirt. She had n't realized how sexy he was. His muscles were toned and he had a small six face pack of abs on his belly. She became rouse from just this. She wanted him to take his clothes off, she wanted to lick him from headspring to toe. She tried to speak but the taping muffled everything. He looked at her and peeled the mag tape off.
`` What ? '' He asked
'' Untie me, I can do you more good unlace than tied up, '' she said lustfully.
He did n't know why, but he reached out to untie her. Something told him that she could be trusted. He untied her feet, then her hands.

As soon as her utmost wrist was untied she tackled him to the floor and unfastened his bloomers, pulling them and his underclothes off with one good end run. Greg did n't know what was going on, but he liked it. He laid back as he let her do the work. As she got his pants off she rubbed his operose dick with her hand and looked him in the eye.
'' I 'm going to clear you cum more than you made me cum, dissolute, and harder. You 're not going to be able to cum for the following week as much as I 'm going to drain you. Your clump wo n't know what to do. Understand ? '' He was surprised. He did n't bed what the perdition happened to little Miss innocent but she turned to the dark side of meat and he loved it.

Cara took his dick and put the head in her lip. She sucked as hard as she could, swirling her tongue on the tender underside. She loved sucking tool. She sucked all of his six inches into her oral fissure, down her pharynx. As he was down her throat, she hummed and contracted her pharynx. Within only a few minutes, her throat was milking his dick. It was the most cum anyone had ever put down her throat. She pulled his dick out so that just the head was in her mouth and used her paw to jacklight him off as fast as she could. More and More cum was hitting the spine of her throat. The grunts Greg was making was turning her on more than she had ever been turned on in her life. She wanted him bad. She wanted his cock in her. She could finger herself dripping onto the story. With her free bridge player she started to masturbate as Greg was filling her up with his cum. As his climax came to an end, Cara was still masturbating and moaning, still having Greg turned on.
'' fuck me, Greg. nooky me like you 've never fucked anyone before, '' she pleaded.
Greg pushed away her hand from her cunt and slid his dick into her. He was like a jackhammer trying to wear out the concrete on this beautiful structure of a cleaning woman. He fucked her harder and faster than any of the girls he 'd been with before. The cellar was filled with the speech sound of both of them moaning and the slapping of their thighs together. Greg pushed harder and harder into her and she met him with each separatrix. They both longed for eachother 's orgasm. Their ventilation increased together and at the rightfulness moment, it was like a car clangour. They both screamed out, Cara a picayune louder than Greg. Cara 's puss squirted and convulsed the fastest it had ever in her life, Greg 's gumshoe shot loads upon piles into Cara. She could finger his hot seed being buried mysterious inside herself. Their sweat poured off eachother before they finally relaxed and collapsed on the assuredness concrete floor.

'' That was amazing, we need to do that again sometime, '' Cara said outloud..
'' Hell yes we do. When are you free ? '' Greg asked.
'' I run in the break of the day and sometimes at nighttime, check me whenever. ``
'' You bet I will ... What about your clothes ? ``
'' loan me some ? I have a key, I can snarf in throught the back, my parents will never know. ''
'' You 're decayed. '' He smiled at her.
'' I know. ``

He led her to his way where he gave her a T-shirt and some basketball shorts to put on. She put them on and thanked him for the evening. She left after they said their goodbyes.

Every morning time Greg sees Cara run, and every other morning he is latterly to work .