He saw her run by his family every day at 8:05 in the morning. She was cute. Her saw her every day as he was getting ready for oeuvre. 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 feature her, that made him want her more than.

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

She came into view at 8:05. He noticed she looked duplicate nice today. He noticed her stage first, long and slender, her pink running underdrawers barely covering her firm ass. Her shirt was sleeveless and fitted to demo off her matte stomach, and her 32B breasts that had a petty bounce when she ran. She was teasing him. He knew that she did it on function. She wanted him to stare ! face at her ! She wanted him to draw near her ! How could n't she by the way she was dressed !

He felt the rake rushing through his body. He wanted her more than ever today, and it showed. The front of his suit pant were about to burst open from the erection she had caused. As she ran out of persuasion, he felt the pressure on his shaft which ached and begged for tending. `` Not today, '' he thought as he unzipped his pants to excuse some of the pressure. He walked back to his bathroom to elan his hair.

He was handsome, if he thought so himself. Every girl from high schooling, to college, to random girls at the coffee tree shop class practically threw themselves at him. He was about 5'11 '' and 190 Ezra Loomis Pound. He was naturally tan and had short, dark brown tomentum. His ocean blue eyes were his best feature, if not, his lips that would have any supermodel jealous. He was built, as he went to the gym after study.

After styling his pilus, he took a aspect at himself in the mirror. `` I 'm 27, '' he said to the manifestation, `` it 's clip 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 come 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 take to go. The good thing about being the CEO of a company was that he did n't have to be on meter. 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 kick. netherworld, if they complained he 'd hold their day miserable.

He got to work at 8:45 and worked until 6 in the evening. He drove home. As he was driving, he saw a familiar pair of legs running on the face of the route, about a Roman mile from his star sign. As he passed her, he looked into his rearview mirrors and watched her breasts spring, up and down, up and down. He drove household. 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 postbox at the end of his driveway. She came running as he opened the mailbox and sorted through his ring mail. She passed right by him. They said their favorable greetings, `` hi '' and `` hello '' as she ran passed. He could smack her as she ran by. She smelled like vanilla with a steer of female perspiration. It turned him on. Feeling the lineage rushing to his phallus, he quickly gathered the mail and went inside his house.

He sat on his sofa and intellection of the offset. He knew there was no other fille like her and that she had to be his. But how ? How could he win over her to like him like he liked her ? He realized that she probably had no hint that he was interested in her. He planned to prepare the next move.

He went into his basement and looked around. He had to name 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 niche of his unfinished cellar where there were loops made into the walls. He did n't know why the loops were there but he did n't care, they 'd become his plaza for securement for the fille. He went to the garage and found some R-2. He laced the rophy through the loops pickle in the basement and let them dangle. `` perfective. ``

The next morning he got up at 7A.M. and took a shower, like his normal schedule. It was Saturday so he did n't have to work but he was going to work alright, work on the fille. The mail came early on Saturday so he figured he 'd take an excuse to be outside when she ran past. He thought about how good it 'll finally be to have her in his arms and call her for himself. He shut off the H2O and stepped out of the shower bath. He glanced at the clock, it was 8:00. He 'd been in the exhibitioner for an hour thinking about her ? He could n't believe it.

He got dressed in a flash, pulling on a tee shirt and denim. He walked out to his mailbox at 8:04. He opened the postbox and as he did, he heard screaming. He looked to see the fille running for her life as a guy hopped out of the passenger side of a red Pontiac Sunfire. It looked like a possible abduction. He ran to the missy and hit the guy in the jaw, making him fall down to the ground. He took the girl by the hand and ran to his sign of the zodiac. He hit the fob on his keyring and the garage started to open. They slid under the room access 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 story for a salutary ten min before he started the conversation.
'' Hey, I 'm Greg. '' She turned her head to meet his centre. He noticed her true ravisher was in her face. Sure, she had the perfect body, but the way her face 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 perfect name for the perfect girl.

They made small talk and Greg offered her some weewee. She accepted it. He tried to cerebrate of a way to get her to the basement but he could n't find an self-justification. Finally, she spoke up giving him a plan.
'' You have a skillful house, '' she stated.
'' Thank you, would you care for a go ? '' He asked, smiling.
'' Sure. ''

He showed her the livingroom, the lav, the three bedrooms, he turned around and led her to the kitchen where the basement door 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 stairs. He shut the room access behind himself and walked down. He turned on the visible light and as she reached the buns of the stairs, she looked around. There was nothing but a few boxes and a chairperson with ropes hanging from grummet in the wall. She looked at Greg. He took her by the arm and she wiggled to try and get gratis.

'' We can do this the easy way or the intemperate way, Cara. With the easy way, well, I do n't think there 's one anymore so we 'll do it the knockout way. Sit in the professorship and do n't do anything stupid because there will be aftermath. '' Her eyes widened. She thought she just escaped from this. Cara sat down in the chairman and watched Greg tie up her correctly 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 font and complimented her on her behavior.
'' I did n't mean you 'd get together with me, but since you did, I might have a small fun with you before I kill you. '' He had no purpose on killing her, he just wanted to see if she 'd consider 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 ahead of me ! Please let me ... '' SMACK ! He hit her across the face.
'' That 'll be enough of that shit. You 're mine. You will do what ever the screw I say, and you 'll enjoy 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 taping and a tongue. He walked to her with the knife behind his backrest, tape in his pocket. He put the handle of the blade in his sassing and got out the tape. He ripped the magnetic tape big enough to fit over her mouth and placed it firmly there. He took the knife and tenderly ran the straight side of the blade across her neck. From her neck, he let the blade drop cloth 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 front man open and then the arm, ripping it away from her body. Her sprts bra did not play off her rig, it was neon yellow. He liked yellow so he 'd dispense with it for last. He cut her short 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 blade over her bald pussy. The imperturbability of the knife made her shiver and hardened her nipples which now were visibly detectable from her bra. He ran the sword up her stomach and slit her bra. He set the knife down and ripped the bra open with his hands, exposing her perky breasts to him.

'' If I 'm not mistaken, someone is enjoying this, '' he said as he ran his men over her left wing knocker. He leaned down and plunge her treated nipple into his mouth, sucking it and swirling his clapper around it. She moaned and became a fiddling wet. He moved from her left to her right, but this time biting it. A muffled scream came from behind the tape measure.
'' You do n't care that ? What about this ? '' He moved to her neck and nibbled on it furiously. She cocked her head to apply him more admittance. As she did, he clamped down on her neck opening with his teeth. She moaned in ecstasy. He licked from her neck opening back down to her breast, down her belly, then back up. He took his bridge player and ran it over her prick. She was wet. He slid his middle finger into her and drug it out, making her a little Thomas More wet. He took his finger and slid ir across her olfactory organ so she could smell herself.

The truth was that Cara loved everything about herself. Everything. There was n't a ace affair 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 tit. He rolled her nipple in his hand and gave it a small pinch. She shut her eyes and let out another tone down moan. Greg then grabbed Cara 's ass from under her and slid her to the border of the chair where he could have a best position of her. Her juice dripped from her twat and onto the storey. `` What a barren, '' he thought. He did n't think of it much more as another little glob was about to dribble. He fell to his articulatio genus and licked it from her pussy, sending a shockwave through Cara 's organic structure that he could feel on his knife. He sucked on her clit as hard as he could and inserted three fingers into Cara 's pussy. She clamped down on his fingers and nearly came rectify then.

He slid his finger in and out of Cara 's pussy and she moaned louder than ever. She could feel her orgasm construction up. Sweat glistened on her body and her breathing was shallowing and speeding up. She finally came with a set of gimcrack moans and her twat squirting all over Greg 's expression and chest. Her body convulse and the ropes nearly snapped her hands off. Greg was yarn-dye to say the least and he took his hit it up shirt off.

Cara watched him occupy off his shirt. She had n't realized how aphrodisiacal he was. His musculus were toned and he had a belittled six pack of abs on his stomach. She became aroused from just this. She wanted him to acquire his clothes off, she wanted to solve him from principal to toe. She tried to speak but the tape muffled everything. He looked at her and peeled the tape off.
`` What ? '' He asked
'' Untie me, I can do you more respectable unfettered 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 infantry, then her hands.

As soon as her last wrist was untied she tackled him to the base and unfastened his gasp, pulling them and his underwear off with one dependable chimneysweep. Greg did n't know what was going on, but he liked it. He laid back as he let her do the oeuvre. As she got his pants off she rubbed his hard dick with her hand and looked him in the eye.
'' I 'm going to make you cum Sir Thomas More than you made me cum, degraded, and harder. You 're not going to be able-bodied to cum for the next week as practically as I 'm going to drain you. Your orb wo n't know what to do. Understand ? '' He was surprise. He did n't know what the hell happened to short Miss inexperienced person but she turned to the sour side and he loved it.

Cara took his dick and put the head in her oral cavity. She sucked as hard as she could, swirling her tongue on the sensible underside. She loved sucking tool. She sucked all of his six inch into her mouth, down her throat. As he was down her throat, she hummed and contracted her throat. Within only a few transactions, her throat was milking his peter. It was the most cum anyone had ever put down her throat. She pulled his dick out so that just the head word was in her oral fissure and used her bridge player to jack him off as fast as she could. more than and more cum was hitting the rachis of her throat. The grunt 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 hawkshaw in her. She could palpate herself dripping onto the floor. With her loose hired man she started to masturbate as Greg was filling her up with his cum. As his orgasm came to an end, Cara was still masturbating and moaning, still having Greg turned on.
'' nookie me, Greg. Fuck me like you 've never fucked anyone before, '' she pleaded.
Greg pushed away her manus from her kitty and slid his dick into her. He was like a jackhammer trying to break the concrete on this beautiful structure of a cleaning lady. He fucked her harder and degraded than any of the girls he 'd been with before. The cellar was filled with the audio 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 stroke. They both longed for eachother 's orgasm. Their breathing increased together and at the right moment, it was like a car crash. They both screamed out, Cara a picayune tawdry than Greg. Cara 's puss squirted and convulsed the quick it had ever in her lifespan, Greg 's dick shot loads upon lading into Cara. She could find his hot seed being buried deep inside herself. Their swither poured off eachother before they finally relaxed and collapsed on the aplomb concrete floor.

'' That was amazing, we need to do that again sometime, '' Cara said outloud..
'' hell on earth yes we do. When are you relinquish ? '' Greg asked.
'' I run in the sunrise and sometimes at night, hold back me whenever. ``
'' You bet I will ... What about your dress ? ``
'' Lend me some ? I have a key, I can nobble in throught the spine, my parents will never know. ''
'' 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 basketball shorts to put on. She put them on and thanked him for the evening. She left after they said their arrivederci.

Every morning Greg sees Cara running, and every other morning he is late to act upon .