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Corrupting Lisa, Ch. 4 [mf, teen, nc]
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Based on numerous requests for me to e-mail chapter 4 to various and
sundry people, I have chosen to repost it.
This is a fictional story which includes elements of teenage sex
with an adult, non-consensual sex, and other manner of things which
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light of this, please do not continue to read unless you want to.
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Chapter 4.
In Which We See That Babysitting Appointments Are More Exciting
With No Babies In The Way, and The Tables Are Briefly Turned On Me
By the time I got home, I had worked out the elements of a
plan: I could, I thought, use Lisa's little foray into Sapphic
affection as the next step in my conquest. I'd have to do it
carefully; unlike last time, I had no videotape. I'd also have to
work on getting darling Tracy under my thumb somehow, and I'd have
to make sure that I didn't slip up when I did it, as I sensed that
the dark-haired Tracy would not submit to my control nearly as
easily as her friend had. This was getting complicated.
In order to stay in character, I called her house when I got
home, figuring that I needed to talk to her anyway to arrange the
Friday 'babysitting' meeting, and to warn her about the tape in the
VCR. She answered the phone, so no subterfuge was necessary. I
told her that I wanted to meet her Friday, and I asked her how she
usually did babysitting.
"Sometimes, if it's close, I'll walk. Sometimes my mom or
Karen will drive me, and sometimes the folks I'm babysitting for
will pick me up."
"How about getting you home?" I asked.
"Oh, usually the people will give me a ride back when they get
home."
"Are there going to be any problems about Friday night?" I
asked warningly.
"No, I... I can make it all work out."
"Fine, fine. See you then. Oh, and Lisa?"
"Yes?"
"Don't forget to get that tape out of the VCR. It could be
embarrassing if the wrong person found it."
"Oh...uh...well, actually....um....right, I'll get it."
I hung up. Lisa wasn't going to let on that she had been
either found out or felt up. Not to worry, I thought. The Shadow
Knows.
And so it was that two days later, on Friday evening, I
ushered my fifteen-year-old date into my lavish Motel 6 room. I
had debated the wisdom of bringing her to my apartment instead, but
frankly I thought that would give her too much on me. On the other
hand, I had taken off so much time from work doing the stupid
surveillance and set-up for this event that my paycheck was a
little light this week, and the budget for this operation was
beginning to be a concern. Well, fuck it. I'd live on peanut
butter next week.
The next several hours were going to be important. I had a
careful game plan for the evening's events, and creating the right
mood was important.
Lisa came into the room, looking curiously around. There
wasn't much to see: a pair of double beds, a nondescript painting
on the wall, and a tired old color TV against one corner of the
room, next to an equally tired looking dresser. The Taj Mahal it
was not. I closed the door, having previously hung the magnetic
'Do Not Disturb' sign on the door. The blonde teenager carefully
propped her purse up in one of the two chairs next to the curtained
window, then turned to face me. She had dressed up a bit for the
occasion, wearing a nice beige blouse tucked into crisp blue jeans.
Her hair was brushed back, looking nice and shiny in a pony tail.
She had a hint of makeup on, and looked fine. I hoped her family
hadn't wondered why she was dressing up for a babysitting evening.
I stretched out on one of the beds, leaning back against the
headboard, and looked expectantly at her. She looked confused for
a moment, then flushed. "You don't want me to...just...start?" she
asked.
"No, Lisa, I think we should hold each other, stare into each
other's eyes, and dream of our future life together." She began to
look angry.
"Hey, you know, I'm not some, like, cheap slut..."
"Yes, you are," I interrupted. "You blew me for a dress, and
you blew me again to keep quiet about the tape, and you're going to
blow me now. If that doesn't make you a cheap slut, then I don't
know what does."
"You can't..." she started to say.
I was off the bed in a flash and gripping her arm. Hard. "I
can't *what*, girl?"
"Ow.....you're hurting me!"
"I can't what?"
"Stop!"
There was a method to this. I didn't particularly get off on
this kind of thing. The one time I had been with a woman who
wanted to be spanked it hadn't done a lot for me. I definitely got
off on forcing this teenager to do things to me she didn't want to
do, but using physical force was cheating, to my mind. However, I
think the episode in her bathroom had begun to make her think that
she had some power in our relationship, and I needed to quell that
idea now, and quell it permanently, or the tape and anything else
I had on her wouldn't be worth spit. So my fingers dug into the
tender flesh of her arm.
"Ow ow ow....ok, ok...ow, you're hurting me, ok? Ow!"
I cruelly twisted her flesh again. "Can't what?"
"Nothing!"
I lessened my grip to where I was only holding her, not
hurting her. "That's exactly right, Lisa. Nothing. There's
nothing I can't do if I want. Right?" I gave her arm a squeeze to
evoke an answer.
"Ow! Yes!"
"Now, you've been beginning to act like I'm on of your suck-
ass high school boyfriends, girl. Like I need you to like me." I
moved to within an inch of her face. "I don't. I own you, for the
next two months." I paused. "And if you don't like it, why then -
- there's the door." I released her arm. "Are we crystal clear
again about things, girl?"
A soft, "Yes."
"I own you, don't I?"
"Yes."
"Say it."
She looked puzzled. I snapped my fingers against her bruised
arm. My dad used to do that to us, and it hurt like the dickens.
She winced. "Say it," I repeated.
She looked at the floor, tears beginning to form at the
corners of her eyes. "You....own...me."
"What?"
"You own me."
I stepped back and resumed my position on the bed. Step 1 was
complete.
She stood there, unmoving. I had taken away some things from
here. I took away pride. I took away self-esteem. I took away
the little part of her dignity that she had rebuilt. In the store,
she had responded to the immediacy of the moment, and after she got
the dress she had, I'm sure, begun to put the incident out of her
mind. When I showed up with the videotape, she had been forced to
confront the sordid episode again. But the mind is an agile
creature, and she had begun, I felt certain, building an acceptable
scenario -- guy is so overcome by her that he uses tape just to be
near her. I was also sure that this explained her beginning to
respond to me that day in the bathroom. This isn't wrong, this
isn't blackmail, these are two people attracted to each other. And
for my own part, I had fallen into that mind trap for a bit as
well. But that way lay ruin for me -- or at least a loss of
control.
So I jiggered the pieces a bit. It would, I hope, be hard for
her to feel loving towards me after tonight. I just needed to
watch myself and make sure I walked on the correct side of the
line.
After a short wait, she moved forward until her legs were
touching the bed. I gestured her indifferently towards my crotch.
She hesitantly reached out and unbuttoned the top button of my
jeans. She looked at me for a reaction, but I was staring calmly
at the ceiling, my arms behind my back. Another step in the Lisa
Webb Pacification Program: I felt it would be good if she could
come upon a limp cock right now. It wasn't essential, but I
thought it would show her that she really didn't have an effect on
me. A tough plan to complete, as the situation was arousing, but
as I said, I didn't really get excited by the arm twisting and
pain, and I was carefully reciting the list of American presidents
in my mind in an effort to avoid thinking about the blonde girl who
was now unzipping my fly. The first five were easy: Washington,
Adams, Jefferson, Madison, and Monroe. Her hand was reaching
inside, and found my cock. Well, a half-hard. I'd call it a moral
victory. Now to keep from coming too quickly.
She pulled me through my open fly and was frustrated my the
presence of the jeans. She reached for the jeans, hesitated, and
then completed the motion. I lifted my hips to help her. Another
Adams - the first one's son? Then Jackson and Van Buren. The
jeans were down at my knees, and her hand was pulling at my cock,
which responded readily. At full staff now, she leaned over and
licked the head, then opened her lips and swallowed me in.
Harrison - first prez to die in office. Succeeded by John Tyler.
Lisa's head began to move more rapidly; she was really getting to
be a pro at this. She twisted her head from side to side as she
moved steadily up and down my shaft, her hand following her lips as
she kept up a steady suction. Polk, then was it Taylor? Or
Fillmore first and then Taylor?
Lisa was breathing harder now, through her nose, and that
sound was a turn-on as well. She increased the speed of her
bobbing, and drool from her working mouth began to seep over the
fist that was pumping over my shaft. I'd had better blowjobs, but
let's face it - even a bad blowjob is good. She paused to take a
deeper breath, but continued pumping. I reached down and removed
her hand from my cock. "Mouth only, Lisa." She looked askance.
"Like you were bobbing for apples. Mouth only." She opened her
mouth and descended again. Up and down. She couldn't take it in
as far, which was better - I could hold out longer. Pierce, then
Buchanan, and then the greatest American, Abe Lincoln. Bet he
never got head from a frantic blonde high schooler. Lisa continued
to work my cock. She concentrated on the head, laving it with her
tongue, then making a series of short sucks in and out. Lincoln
replaced by Johnson. Johnson gives way to Grant. Tingle building.
"Faster, Lisa. Take as much as you can and go faster." She
obeyed, her blonde ponytail bobbing gracefully as she mouthed my
straining organ. As my climax approached I grabbed her head and
made my own thrusting motions. It hit too deep and she gagged a
bit, so I relented and let her nurse the end as I spurted. This
was not a violent orgasm, but I fed her a good bit of hot salty
soup. She swallowed it down like a dutiful server. Next time I'd
get all the way to Woodrow Wilson, I vowed.
I tried to appear as casual as possible. "Thanks, Lisa. Not
bad." I fumbled in my shirt pocket. "Here."
She took the proffered bills from my hand - a $10 and a $5.
She looked up at me with a sinking face. "For babysitting," I
said. "In case your folks ask." From her expression I knew I had
timed it well; it felt like she was getting paid for the blowjob.
She got up from the bed and started to put the money in her
purse, hesitated, then stuffed it in her pants pocket. Something
about that action didn't ring quite right with me, but I was too
focused on my next move to worry about it.
"Lisa, honey - could you do me a favor? See that manila
envelope on the dresser? Bring it over, would you?" I remained in
the position I was, spread out for the world to see, with Lisa's
saliva glistening on my spent cock. Lisa got up and fetched the
manila envelope and offered it to me. "No," I said. "I need some
help in phrasing a letter I'm writing. Read me what I have so far,
will you?"
She looked perplexed, but opened the envelope, withdrew the
single sheet therein, and began to read.
"Dear Mr. & Mrs. Webb..." she stopped and looked at me in
alarm.
"Keep going," I said.
"Dear Mr. & Mrs. Webb.... As the enclosed videotape indicates,
your daughter, Lisa, is a...." She stopped, her face having gone
absolutely white. I reached over and took the letter from her.
"I'll read it myself," I said. "Some of my best work, and
you're really not doing it justice." I cleared my throat
ostentatiously. "Dear Mr. & Mrs. Webb.... As the enclosed
videotape indicates, your daughter, Lisa, is a lesbian. I don't
know the other girl involved, but perhaps you will recognize her as
she brings your daughter to orgasm in your living room. I am sorry
to have to bring this to your attention. Sincerely, Chester A.
Nimitz." What can I say? He's always been one of my favorite
admirals.
I was counting, once again, on Lisa's natural gullibility and
sense of guilt here. That was about the only thing going for me
here, the tape being pure fantasy. It helped that I knew what
exactly had transpired. And she knew I had taped her once, so
surely she'd believe it could have happened again. I hoped.
"But....you promised..." she stammered.
"What did I promise?" I asked. "I promised to not use the
tape from the store. I didn't make any promises about taping you
again, did I?" She remained mute. "Did I?" Still silence. "So,
if you say, 'You promised', that's kind of like calling me a liar,
isn't it?" I one swift motion I grabbed her ponytail and used it
to force her to look at me. She winced with the pain. "And *am*
I a liar?" I pulled her hair for emphasis.
"No," she said in a small voice.
"Good," I said, releasing her. "Now, where were we? Oh,
yes...say, you wouldn't happen to have a stamp on you, would you?"
She gave a panicked glance at her purse, then turned to me with a
look of dawning comprehension.
"You're....you're not going to mail that, are you?"
I grinned evilly. "Well, that depends on you, Lisa," I said,
and I saw that she remembered my words from the store. She nodded,
relief showing in her eyes, and began to reach for my cock again.
I held up a hand.
"What?" she asked.
"Well, girl, it's like this. If your Dad, the lawyer, were
here, he'd spot the problem right away. It's what's called
_failure of consideration_. See, you *already* owe me a blowjob
whenever I want one. So it doesn't make sense for you to pay off
*this* debt with a blowjob, 'cause I can already have that. You
see?" She saw. Fear was beginning to grow in her eyes, fear that
she was outside safe grounds again. Good.
"So - what else do you have to offer?" I asked. She stared at
me, dumbstruck.
"What...what do you mean?"
"Oh, geeze, Lisa, let's play this game again. I mean, now you
have to sit around with me and discuss the collected works of Upton
Sinclair. Jesus! What I mean is, now you have to offer me
something else so I don't send this terrible letter to your folks
about your being a dyke and all."
"I'm not a...a dyke!"
"I don't know....I wasn't there, but on the tape you look like
you were having fun."
"I was....I was...."
"Look, I don't care, and frankly I'm getting bored with this
discussion."
She remained quiet for a moment. Then she looked up at me.
She couldn't look me in the eye; her glance kept sliding away.
"Tell me....tell me what you want."
"To not use this new piece of information?" I waited. "Take
off your clothes. Oh, and Lisa?" She looked at me. "If you even
start this stupid shit about how you can't do something, or how
this is too much, I'm going to kick your useless ass out of this
room and let you take the bus back home and explain to your parents
about the tape that's coming. And when they ask how it happened,
you can explain that it started out with your blowing a guy in a
motel room for $15." I paused. "Tell me you understand."
Her voice was so soft I could hardly hear it. "I....I
understand."
"And what will you do now?"
She looked puzzled; she didn't know her lines yet. I supplied
it. "Anything I want."
"Anything you want," she whispered. "Um...." she paused.
"I'm..." her face was scarlet, and the tears were brimming near the
surface again. "I'm...I'm a virgin."
Hmmm. Tough call. I was sure she was, so - did I want to pop
her now? It was very tempting, but I sensed that in the long run
it would create problems in the Lisa Webb Pacification Program.
Tonight needed to be about humiliation. And I had plans for the
future, too - why rush into things? So.... "Your precious virtue
is safe with me, milady." I made a sweeping bow, then let my voice
get ugly. "Now get your fucking clothes off."
She started crying, but that didn't stop her from reaching up
and unbuttoning her blouse. Banana Republic, I noticed. Very nice
stuff. She was wearing another pretty, lacy bra. She kicked off
her shoes, then unbuttoned her jeans and stopped. "Um....
sniff.... I really have to pee. Can I?"
I jerked my thumb at the bathroom. She looked back at the
chair with her purse again, then scuttled to the bathroom and
closed the door behind her. I dived for her purse.
That was the second or third time she had glanced over at her
purse, and it was making me nervous. I picked up the bag and
peered in. Aha, Lisa - you'd make a lousy poker player.
Inside the purse, a microcassette recorder was running,
filled, no doubt, with all my dire threats to her. A little
careful editing, and she figured that she'd be able to threaten me
with cops for a change. Or maybe convince her family that the
video wasn't what it seemed. This seemed too imaginative for Lisa.
I smelled Tracy's hand in this latest development. What to do,
though? I didn't have very long before she came out of the
bathroom. I hit stop, then fast-forward. The little machine
whirred. If I could work it so she'd think the tape ended, I could
avoid a confrontation on this issue until I was better prepared.
But how about what was recorded on the tape already?
By the time Lisa came out, I was standing calmly near the bed,
and everything was in its proper place again. She moved cautiously
over towards me. She had taken off her jeans and was carrying
them. "Stop," I said. "Lose the rest of the stuff." She put the
jeans down on the other bed, trembling, then reached up between her
breasts and unsnapped her bra.
"Do I have to..." she gestured vaguely at her panties. I
nodded sharply. She bit her lip, then slip her panties down,
revealing a savory sight indeed. A thatch of light blonde hair
framed the apex of her legs. I got only a brief glimpse before she
shyly covered herself. I reached forward and took her upper arm
again, guided now by the beginnings of a bruise I had made earlier.
I squeezed gently, and that was enough of a reminder. She dropped
her arms.
I stepped back and looked at her appraisingly. Many people,
I've discovered, look better with clothes on. Flaws get hidden,
and strengths get emphasized. Clothes lie.
Lisa's body was telling the truth right now, and the truth was
she looked damn good. Her small breasts stood up proudly,
perfectly proportioned to the rest of her. Each mound was capped
with a small, pale nipple. Her stomach was flat and her waist
narrow, but her hips swelled out again. I walked around behind
her, inspecting her like a racehorse or a show dog. She had a nice
ass - smooth, perky, just begging to be grabbed. Or something.
She was made for sex, I thought. Down, boy! I had to remind
myself not to repeat my earlier mistake. Treat her like a piece of
meat, Steve-o, or you'll lose.
I drew back and smacked her gently on the ass. "OK, girl - up
on the bed." She turned to face me.
"What..." I grabbed her arm again.
"Cunt, you are a slow learner. GET YOUR USELESS ASS UP ON THE
GODDAMNED BED." I was trying to project a Don't-Fuck-With-Me look
at her, and evidently it worked; after a brief glance at me she
scurried around me and sat on the bed. "Up, I said," with as much
venom as I could put in my voice. She looked scared.
"I...don't know what you mean," she quavered.
"Get up on all fours." I paused. "Like a dog."
She started to say something, looked at me, then complied.
I leaned down slightly, and fondled her tits as they hung beneath
her. I took my finger and rubbed each nipple, then ran it up and
over her back, up and down her spine. She shivered. I took my
finger around her face, stroking her cheek, and then pushed at her
mouth. She resisted, confused, until I said, "Suck it," and they
her mouth opened obediently and she sucked on my finger. In a
moment I withdrew my finger and stepped backwards a bit, running my
hand roughly between her legs. She tensed and tried to bring her
legs together, but a brutal squeeze of one tender thigh convinced
her to desist. I had better be careful, here, for I didn't want to
mark the girl up too much.
I ran my other hand over her smooth ass and down one leg, then
back. I repeated the motion several times, until I could feel her
relaxing. Then, without warning, I placed the finger that Lisa had
so thoughtfully lubricated for me at her puckered rear entrance and
pushed firmly. My finger slid in, and Lisa squealed. "Ow! That
hurts!"
"Relax, and it won't hurt. Quiet, or you will hurt." I began
to gently move my finger in and out. Lisa had tensed up
considerably back there, and the invading digit was encountering
resistance, I began to swirl my finger in ever-widening circles,
trying to loosen up her anus. After a moment, I felt emboldened
enough to add a second finger to the process. The first finger
welcomed his brother enthusiastically, and together they set out to
widen the road for even more important visitors.
The blonde teen's breathing had quickened, and she looked back
at me with real alarm. "What....what are you doing," she
stammered. "You're not going to....uhhh..." this exclamation
coincided with the arrival of finger number three "...do anything
to me there, are you?"
"Lisa, it's a biological fact that men have to get their rocks
off frequently, or they'll swell and swell until they explode." I
leered at her. "Now, you were so all-fired anxious to protect your
virginity, I figured you'd be happy to feel me back here. But if
you like..." I licked my other index finger and sent it questing
up her slit, searching for the opening. She gasped and twisted
wildly.
"No!" I withdrew my hand, then smacked her soundly on one
round asscheek. "Ow!" she exclaimed.
"Don't say no to me again," I warned her.
She whimpered, but kept quiet. I was semi-hard now, and
wanted to get my cock lubed, so I left her bottom for a moment and
moved up towards her head, lifting my cock towards her mouth as I
did so. With a look of relief - he's not going to do that awful
thing in my bottom - she practically dived for my cock, slurping it
in and sucking hard. I only let her do it for a moment before I
moved back to her rear.
I grabbed her pony-tail with one hand and spread her cheeks
with the other as I pushed the flared head of my cock at her rear
entrance. It was still lubed from the fingering of a moment
before, and my staff was glistening from Lisa's oral attentions,
but it was, after all, thicker than my fingers, and Lisa had tensed
up again. Still, steady pressure from my hips combined with a
restraining hand on Lisa's pony-tail to prevent her moving forward
did the trick; I slid smoothly inside her. She made no sound
beyond a quick intake of breath. I had never been inside anyone so
tight. I really didn't want to hurt her, only degrade her, so I
moved slowly. Short, half-inch strokes allowed me to sink deeper
and deeper inside her anus, and when I was comfortably inserted I
began to ride her, stroking in and out harder.
I reached forward and pulled her arms out from under her, so
her upper body fell forward onto the bed. This had the effect of
thrusting her ass back at me a bit, as well as creating a much
better angle, and I took advantage to the opportunity to pick up
the speed and depth of my strokes. Faster and faster I began to
move, fucking the tight asshole of this trapped teenager. It was
heaven to feel the tight ring muscle of her ass slide back and
forth over my straining erection. She gripped the bedclothes
grimly, but made no sound as I began to piston strongly into her.
I could feel the pressure beginning to build now. I let go of her
hair now, and grabbed her hips, all thoughts of control lost, as I
strove to bury my throbbing cock deeper and deeper in her rectum.
I pushed and pushed wildly in and out, finally shoving as hard as
I could and tensing as the orgasm washed over me and I doused her
bowels in spurts of hot come.
This was the second come for me, and generally that's all she
wrote. I felt myself softening as I pulled out of her asshole with
a sticky plopping sound. She remained in position, with her ass
sticking up in the air, gripping the bedclothes. I was sure she
was crying.
I went into the bathroom to wash myself off. When I returned,
she was still on the bed, curled up in a fetal position, still
crying. For a moment I felt bad. Taking advantage of her like
this didn't feel so good all of a sudden. I had reasoned that she
could always tell me to fuck off and take her chances with her
family. But seeing her, curled up and sobbing, made me doubt
myself once more.
It took only a glance at her purse, on the chair, to harden my
resolve. She had planned to tape this meeting, no doubt to set
*me* up. Let the bitch cry. "Hey." I shoved her shoulder.
"Women been fucked in the ass before. It don't kill you." I
smacked her ass lightly. "Get up and get dressed. I have to take
you home." She didn't stir. I reached over and cruelly twisted a
nipple. She gasped with pain. "Get up and get dressed." She got
up and got dressed.
As we left the room, I took the magnetic 'Do Not Disturb' sign
and placed it back on the inside of the door, while giving a silent
nod of appreciation to the genius that decided to use a magnet
here.
Lisa stopped crying on the way home, but stayed subdued and
quiet during the trip. She got out of my car without a word and
went towards her house.
As I drove home, I began to formulate plans. She and Tracy
would be very displeased that their tape had produced only silence,
but they were very unlikely to figure out that I knew anything
about it. I needed to get Tracy under my thumb fast, before she
came up with any more bright ideas. And I was willing to bet that
a nice young lady named Webb would be able to help me get her.
Chapter 5.
In Which Two Young Ladies Have A Pleasant Video Debut, and I
Discover Some Hitherto Unknown Things About My Co-Worker.
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