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When the Need Strikes - Chapter 3

Date: 11/18/2016, Categories: Fiction, Blowjob, Cum Swallowing, Erotica, First Time, Incest, Mind Control, Teen Male/Teen Female, Virginity, Author: PantheWriter, Rating: 92.5, Source: sexstories.com

you can…but first, I want to show you something.” Unsure whether to follow the old man or just tackle him, Craig stood in angry indecision for a few seconds, before shaking his head and storming up the street after him. Lord DeGraves slipped into a small bakery that Craig had never noticed before. “Cupcake?” DeGraves said, as Craig sat opposite him. In reply, he just got an angry glare, which he again responded to with laughter. “Trust me, have a cupcake. Trish, three cupcakes!” “Three?” Craig asked, before he could stop himself. “Trish is going to join us, aren’t you?” “Of course, Lord DeGraves” the baker said in a honeyed voice, and Craig looked up to see the proprietor of the small business enter from the back room. She was a tall, full-figured black woman, with long braided hair, and a smile as white as snow. She was dressed like a Swedish beer wench—a short, frilly blue dress that showed off her knee-high white socks, and more than a little of her cleavage. It contrasted her dark skin-tone, a strange clash that caused Craig to boggle. “I, uh…” “Here,” Lord DeGraves said with a smile. “Try the cupcake.” Trish held it out, and without even thinking, Craig leaned forward and took a bite, trying with all his effort not to fall into the expanse of black cleavage in front of him. “Now, I can tell that you’re mad, aren’t you?” “You bet I am,” Craig replied, but without the vigor that he’d intended. “If it weren’t against the contract, I’d get Trish here to take you to the back ... room and calm you down, but instead I’m going to recommend that you take another bite of the cupcake, cupcake, and I’m going to explain a few things to you.” The old man talked for a long time. It could have been hours, for all Craig knew—his attention was almost entirely focused on the gorgeous black woman in front of him. Every time she giggled, her bosom bounced delightfully, and each time he tried to divert his attention back to the old man, she’d move a hand onto his leg and just toy with the fabric of his jeans for a few seconds. It was most pleasant and most distracting, and pretty soon the sun had set, and Craig noticed that more than a dozen cupcake wrappers sat in front of him. “Where…where am I?” he asked, looking around. He was sure that he’d come here with someone, but he couldn’t recall who. “I’m Trish,” the beauty in front of him said with another dazzling smile. “You’re at my bakery. You’ve been spoiling yourself…” “Haha, yeah, I guess I have. Uh, how much do I owe you?” “Oh, honey…” she replied with a pout. “It’s on the house. Now you should be heading home…I bet that you’ve got someone special waiting for you.” “Yeah,” Craig replied, still slightly dazed. Brushing the crumbs off his shirt, he began to leave. Trish smiled as the young man left her store. He looked so intelligent, yet he hadn’t even taken a second glance at the big plaque behind the counter, thanking Mason DeGraves for his financial contributions toward the small bakery. “I hope he finds what ...