He saw her run by his theatre every day at 8:05 in the morning. She was cute. Her saw her every day as he was getting quick for study. When 8:05 came around, he stopped everything and watched as she ran down the route. He wanted her but he knew he could n't receive her, that made him require her more.

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

She came into scene at 8:05. He noticed she looked redundant nice today. He noticed her legs first, long and slender, her pink running shorts barely covering her business firm ass. Her shirt was fruitless and fitted to depict off her compressed stomach, and her 32B breasts that had a little bounce when she ran. She was teasing him. He knew that she did it on intention. She wanted him to stare ! spirit at her ! She wanted him to approach her ! How could n't she by the way she was dressed !

He felt the ancestry rushing through his physical structure. He wanted her more than ever today, and it showed. The front of his suit gasp were about to fall apart open from the erection she had caused. As she ran out of view, he felt the pressure on his dick which ached and begged for tending. `` Not today, '' he thought as he unzipped his pants to relieve some of the atmospheric pressure. He walked back to his bathroom to dash his hair.

He was handsome, if he thought so himself. Every girl from high school, to college, to random girls at the coffee workshop practically threw themselves at him. He was about 5'11 '' and 190 pound. He was naturally tan and had short, dark brown hairsbreadth. His sea blue eyes were his substantially feature, if not, his sass that would get any supermodel covetous. He was built, as he went to the gym after work.

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

He locked his house up and got into his 2011 blue Ford Taurus and force back to work. The good thing about being the CEO of a companionship was that he did n't have to be on time. 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. blaze, if they complained he 'd produce their day miserable.

He got to work at 8:45 and worked until 6 in the eve. He drove home. As he was driving, he saw a companion twosome of leg running on the side of the route, about a land mile from his house. 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 fourth dimension was right, he got out of the car and casually walked to his mailbox at the end of his driveway. She came running as he opened the postbox and sorted through his mail. She passed right by him. They said their well-disposed greetings, `` hi '' and `` hello '' as she ran passed. He could smell her as she ran by. She smelled like vanilla with a wind of female perspiration. It turned him on. Feeling the lineage rushing to his penis, he quickly gathered the chain mail and went inside his house.

He sat on his sofa and opinion of the runner. He knew there was no other young lady like her and that she had to be his. But how ? How could he convince her to like him like he liked her ? He realized that she probably had no clue that he was interested in her. He planned to make the next move.

He went into his basement and looked around. He had to ready it perfect. If she did n't like him, he was going to hale her to like him. He moved a wooden chair to the corner of his bare basement where there were grummet made into the bulwark. He did n't bonk why the loops were there but he did n't care, they 'd become his blank space for securement for the girl. He went to the service department and found some Mexican valium. He laced the forget me drug through the loop holes in the basement and let them dangle. `` Perfect. ``

The following morning he got up at 7A.M. and took a exhibitor, like his rule schedule. It was Saturday so he did n't have to work but he was going to turn alright, oeuvre on the girl. The post came early on Saturday so he figured he 'd have an excuse to be out of doors when she ran past. He thought about how good it 'll finally be to deliver her in his blazon 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 hour thinking about her ? He could n't consider it.

He got dressed in a flash lamp, pulling on a T-shirt and blue jean. 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 lifespan as a guy hopped out of the passenger side of a red Pontiac Sunfire. It looked like a possible abduction. He ran to the girl and hit the guy in the jaw, making him pass to the ground. He took the girl by the hand and ran to his house. He hit the fob on his keyring and the garage started to give. They slid under the door and he hit the fob quickly again to shut it.

They were both out of breather, her more-so. They layed on the concrete floor for a secure ten minutes before he started the conversation.
'' Hey, I 'm Greg. '' She turned her head to meet his center. He noticed her true lulu was in her nerve. Sure, she had the pure body, but the way her facial expression was, she could be 300 lb heavier and still be pretty.
'' I 'm Cara. '' She pronounced it like car-ah which he thought was the consummate figure for the perfect girl.

They made small 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 discover an excuse. Finally, she spoke up giving him a plan.
'' You have a nice firm, '' she stated.
'' Thank you, would you care for a tour ? '' He asked, smiling.
'' certainly. ''

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

'' We can do this the comfortable way or the hard way, Cara. With the easy way, well, I do n't remember there 's one anymore so we 'll do it the intemperately way. Sit in the chair and do n't do anything stupid because there will be consequences. '' Her eye widened. She thought she just escaped from this. Cara sat down in the chairwoman and watched Greg tie up her right hand carpus to the wall. Greg thought that this was too easy. He tied both wrists to the wall and each ankle to the chairlegs.

He caressed her grimace and complimented her on her behavior.
'' I did n't imagine you 'd cooperate with me, but since you did, I might cause a piddling fun with you before I kill you. '' He had no intention on killing her, he just wanted to see if she 'd conceive it.
'' Please let me go. Let me go, Greg. I have n't done anything wrong. I 'm only 19 ! I have the rest of my life story ahead of me ! Please let me ... '' SMACK ! He hit her across the face.
'' That 'll be enough of that mother fucker. You 're mine. You will do what ever the fuck I say, and you 'll relish every bit of it. If you do n't ... '' he trailed off with his sentenced but gestured a finger slicing across the throat.

He ran up the stairs and left her there for half an hr before returning back down with duck's egg tape and a knife. He walked to her with the tongue behind his back, tape measure in his pocket. He put the handle of the blade in his mouth and got out the taping. He ripped the tape big enough to fit over her mouth and placed it firmly there. He took the tongue and tenderly ran the flatcar side of the blade across her neck. From her neck, he let the blade drop curtain to her shirt. greens. He hated greens. 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 battlefront open and then the sleeves, ripping it away from her body. Her sprts bra did not mate her outfit, it was neon yellow. He liked yellow so he 'd spare it for utmost. He cut her underdrawers as he did the shirt, but when he ripped them away, he made a belittled discovery-she was n't wearing scanty. He smirked as he ran the blade over her denuded twat. The coolness of the tongue made her tremble and hardened her nipples which now were visibly obtrusive from her bra. He ran the leaf blade up her stomach and slit her bra. He set the tongue down and ripped the bra open with his hands, exposing her perky breasts to him.

'' If I 'm not mistaken, person is enjoying this, '' he said as he ran his bridge player over her left wing breast. He leaned down and engulf her inure mammilla into his mouthpiece, sucking it and swirling his tongue around it. She moaned and became a little wet. He moved from her left to her right field, but this time biting it. A muffled screech came from behind the mag tape.
'' You do n't like that ? What about this ? '' He moved to her neck opening and nibbled on it furiously. She cocked her head to give him Thomas More admission. As she did, he clamped down on her cervix with his teeth. She moaned in XTC. He licked from her neck back down to her breast, down her stomach, then back up. He took his manus and ran it over her slit. She was wet. He slid his eye finger into her and drug it out, making her a fiddling more than wet. He took his digit and slid ir across her nose so she could reek herself.

The true statement was that Cara loved everything about herself. Everything. There was n't a single thing she would switch. 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 teat. He rolled her nipple in his hand and gave it a low mite. She shut her center and let out another tone down groan. Greg then grabbed Cara 's ass from under her and slid her to the border of the chair where he could have a better position of her. Her juice dripped from her puss and onto the floor. `` What a waste, '' he thought. He did n't believe of it much more as another petty glob was about to drip. He fell to his genu and licked it from her puss, sending a shockwave through Cara 's body that he could finger on his tongue. He sucked on her button as hard as he could and inserted three fingers into Cara 's pussy. She clamped down on his finger and nearly came right then.

He slid his finger in and out of Cara 's pussy and she moaned louder than ever. She could finger her coming building up. Sweat glistened on her body and her breathing was shallowing and speeding up. She finally came with a set of loud moan and her pussy squirting all over Greg 's font and pectus. Her body convulsed and the circle nearly snapped her hands off. Greg was impressed to say the least and he took his soaked shirt off.

Cara watched him fill off his shirt. She had n't realized how sexy he was. His muscles were toned and he had a lowly six pack of abs on his stomach. She became aroused from just this. She wanted him to use up his apparel off, she wanted to solve him from pass to toe. She tried to speak but the tape muffled everything. He looked at her and peeled the magnetic tape off.
`` What ? '' He asked
'' Untie me, I can do you more dear untied than tied up, '' she said lustfully.
He did n't lie with 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 last wrist was unlaced she tackled him to the base and unfastened his gasp, pulling them and his underwear off with one adept sweep. Greg did n't get laid what was going on, but he liked it. He laid back as he let her do the work. As she got his knickers off she rubbed his hard dick with her helping hand and looked him in the eye.
'' I 'm going to make you cum more than you made me cum, faster, and harder. You 're not going to be able to cum for the side by side workweek as practically as I 'm going to drain you. Your chunk wo n't live what to do. Understand ? '' He was surprised. He did n't know what the nether region happened to little Miss Innocent but she turned to the dark side and he loved it.

Cara took his dick and put the top dog in her mouth. She sucked as hard as she could, swirling her tongue on the sensitive underside. She loved sucking hammer. She sucked all of his six inches into her backtalk, down her pharynx. As he was down her throat, she hummed and contracted her throat. Within only a few minutes, her throat was milking his putz. 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 backtalk and used her hand to jack him off as fast as she could. More and more cum was hitting the back 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 prick in her. She could feel herself dripping onto the floor. With her liberal hand she started to masturbate as Greg was filling her up with his cum. As his sexual climax came to an end, Cara was still masturbating and moaning, still having Greg turned on.
'' fucking me, Greg. Fuck me like you 've never fucked anyone before, '' she pleaded.
Greg pushed away her hired hand from her puss and slid his putz into her. He was like a jackhammer trying to break the concrete on this beautiful complex body part of a woman. He fucked her harder and faster than any of the lady friend he 'd been with before. The cellar was filled with the sound of both of them moaning and the slapping of their thigh together. Greg pushed harder and harder into her and she met him with each diagonal. They both longed for eachother 's orgasm. Their respiration increased together and at the right moment, it was like a car clash. They both screamed out, Cara a little trashy than Greg. Cara 's pussy squirted and convulsed the fastest it had ever in her living, Greg 's dick shot loads upon loads into Cara. She could feel his hot come being buried deep inside herself. Their exertion poured off eachother before they finally relaxed and collapsed on the cool concrete base.

'' That was amazing, we need to do that again sometime, '' Cara said outloud..
'' Hell yes we do. When are you release ? '' Greg asked.
'' I run in the mornings and sometimes at night, stop me whenever. ``
'' You bet I will ... What about your wearing apparel ? ``
'' impart me some ? I have a key, I can pussyfoot in throught the rear, my parents will never get laid. ''
'' You 're rotten. '' He smiled at her.
'' I know. ``

He led her to his elbow room where he gave her a T-shirt and some hoops short pants to put on. She put them on and thanked him for the eve. She left after they said their good-by.

Every morning Greg sees Cara running game, and every early morning time he is late to work .