Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 28026 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 140(@200wpm)___ 112(@250wpm)___ 93(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 28026 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 140(@200wpm)___ 112(@250wpm)___ 93(@300wpm)
Finally, the pulsing ceases and I reach for a square of toilet paper before wiping off my dripping shaft. Fuck! Did I really do that? Did I just jerk off to sordid visions of my creamy, innocent stepdaughter in my head? But it’s true because as I shake my head, trying to clear my mind, there are only more visions of Emily. This time, the curvy girl sweaty and sated, her curves heaving and damp as she smiles for me. Her legs are parted on the bed, showing off her just-fucked cunt, and the fact is that she’s even more gorgeous like this, with a pussy filled with my cream.
I groan again, tossing the tissue away before grabbing another one to clean the mirror and sink. What the fuck have I come to? Even worse ... how will I survive the next couple days?
6
Christian
Isurvive by locking myself in my bedroom. I literally don’t come out until the next morning because I can’t trust myself. After jacking off to Emily in the bathroom, I did it again late at night. Tossing and turning, I couldn’t take it anymore. Around 2 a.m., I got up and took a cold shower, but it didn’t work. All that happened is that I jacked off, this time spraying the walls of the small cube while visions of the innocent young thing danced before my eyes. Emily was even more beautiful this time, spreading her legs for me and holding herself open as she begged me to fuck her tiny twat. Fuck fuck fuck! How the fuck is this even happening?
But it is, and now, the grey light of dawn has come and I can’t stay locked in my bedroom any longer. I’m starving after skipping dinner last night, and my stomach lets out a low growl of protest. Even more, I adhere to a strict exercise routine, and that means running seven to nine miles through the woods each morning, so I’m outfitted in warm, winter running gear with sneakers strapped to my feet. I’ll grab an energy bar, and take it with me as I make my way through the woods.
Still, the prospect of seeing the sweet girl in the flesh is daunting. What if I lose control? What if I become an animal and ravage her sleeping form? I let out a low growl of agony, letting my imagination run wild for a moment. What will I see when I open the door? Will it be a vision of Emily, clad in nothing but a big t-shirt, asleep on my couch with her golden hair mussed? Will her big breasts be rising and falling softly as she breathes, her hips turned slightly to show me the curve of her ass? Or will her legs be a tiny bit splayed, that pretty nightgown bunched up around her waist, giving me a glimpse of her damp pussy and tight rosebud?
Fuck, you’re a dirty asshole, the voice in my head whispers. But you’ll be fine. You need some food so keep it under control and focus.
My stomach rumbles in agreement, and I summon my self-control again before taking a deep breath. My cock’s still twitching but fuck it. I have to go out there, sooner or later. I can’t starve myself to death.
But when the door swings open, my heart drops because Emily’s not there. There’s a neatly folded blanket at the foot of the sofa, so it’s clear she slept here last night. But where is the curvy girl? Did she go outside?
Glancing out the window, I see movement in the trees about fifty feet from the cabin, and immediate realization crashes over me. Oh shit. There’s only one bathroom in the house, and it’s attached to my bedroom. Emily must have brushed her teeth in the kitchen sink last night, judging from the toothbrush and toothpaste on the counter, but she had no way of accessing the facilities without knocking on my door. As a result, she must have gone out into the woods to relieve herself and I immediately feel bad. She’s an unwanted guest, but she’s still a guest, and I shouldn’t have acted like such a fucking bear.
Grabbing a protein bar, I stuff it in my jacket pocket before letting myself out the back door. I’ll have to make it up to the young woman. An apology is unnecessary, but I can’t keep letting her go out into the cold to relieve herself. As if underlining my point, when I step outside a gust of freezing wind hits me in full in the face, stinging my cheeks, and the snow is so thick and white that it looks like a fucking winter wonderland. It’s clear that Emily won’t be leaving because the roads are snowed over, which means that I’ll be spending another day in close confines with sheer temptation ... and I’ll be fucked as a result.