1. Sold.


    Date: 10/29/2016, Categories: Dark Fantasy, Authoritarian, BDSM, Blowjob, Bondage and restriction, Humiliation, Older Male / Female, Water Sports/Pissing, Author: delila french, Rating: 57.1, Source: sexstories.com

    It didn't look like the pictures. I suppose accommodation hardly ever does, but this was so far off the grid that it was hardly even recognizable. My parents and I were taking a holiday by a small coastal tourist town. It was small, but populated enough. The centre of town was quite upmarket, despite being surrounded by squatter camps and dinghy street corners. Our house was not 'in the centre of town' as it had boasted... It was in the darkest, most blackened area of town. And it was not a 'upmarket apartment'... It was a tiny, concrete hole with stairs outside and a pub beneath it. My parents looked at it with disgust, and I could see they were quickly making another plan. It wasn't a busy weekend, my dad said, we could just book into the hotel instead. And so we did, and drove away from our rented house without even looking inside. As we drove I saw a man standing by the steps outside. He was older than me- much older- but he had a youthful agility and strength in the way he stood. His hard eyes locked into mine, and he gave a small, discreet smile as we left. We managed to get two rooms in the hotel- one for me and one for my parents. I had just unpacked, and was settling in when my phone beeped. It was a message from an unknown number. 'Come to the house tonight.' It said. At first I wondered who it could be, but then I remembered that I was the one who made the booking for the house rental on my phone. I looked through my call history and found the number for the ...
    house... It was the same number that had messaged me. Was it that man sitting outside the house who wanted me to go? The one who I felt inexplicably attracted to? Despite him being old enough to be my dad and me only being 17. Well I don't have much to show for being 17- never kissed, never touched. This man made my wet without even doing anything, which was a good sign. Right? I had dinner with my parents, which was awkward and stunted as usual. I excused myself in record speed and ran back to my room to change into something more... Revealing. I wore matching black underwear and a small cocktail dress with a big coat on top. If I had anything sexy, I would have worn it but it was cold so this outfit was the best I could do. It wasn't hard to get back to the house from the hotel, as it was such a small town. Everything was in walking distance, even though the house was slightly further. By the time I entered the right street, my cheeks were hot against the cold nights sky and my palms were clammy. Should I turn back? This man could be a rapist and a murderer. I thought about it- and to my alarm, the idea of being raped made my panties damp immediately. Being murdered was not really an option, but I decided to take the risk at the cost of feeding my newfound sexual desires. I entered the house, and looked around nervously. It was dark and smelt like smoke, but it was a welcome warmness to the freezing air outside. 'I didn't think you would come.' The man stepped out from behind ...
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