A Quick One

Just a quick one I did. I wrote it in about an hour when I was bored the other day. There is a young man down the street that has a huge crush on me and he is what inspired this story. Sometimes I imagine that this young boy forces me to be his fuck toy. As usual, its all just a twisted fantasy of mine. Its mainly a “rape” story



Jon lived just down the street from me. He was a boy from the neighborhood and he obviously had a young teenage crush on me. It was innocent enough and nothing unnatural about it. He use to hang outside my house after school waiting for me to get home.

I didn’t let many people in my house, but Jon was different. His teenage crush was a good thing for me. “Can you help me with my groceries Jon?” “Shoot, I forgot to pick up such and such from the store, would you mind Jon?” “Hi Jon, nice to see you again. I bet a handsome stud like you could wash a ladies car for her? If you do, you can stay for dinner.”

I even let him touch me.”I had such a long day at work. My muscles ache. You look like you have really strong hands, would you mind rubbing my back Jon?” I knew it would get his little teenage cock hard and he would be my willing servant.
It was wrong for me to take advantage of him like that, but at the time I didn’t care. To me, it felt like we both got something out of the deal. He got to gawk openly at me, sometimes even touch, and in return he was my boy slave. Saying it now, it doesn’t sound like an even trade off, but it was what it was.

Jon was obviously pleasuring himself with me in mind. Not only did I make him do whatever I needed done around the house, but I teased him mercilessly. It became fun for me to do, and I didn’t mind the thought that teenage boys jerking off to me. In fact, it was a turn on to be lusted after. Who wouldn’t like that feeling?
It began that Thursday night. Jon was 16 years old at the time, he just happened to stop by to see if my back was still sore. He was tall for his age and well built. Short brown wavy hair, blue eyes and he was going to be a real heart breaker in a couple of years, only he didn’t know it yet. I just had my 30th birthday and I was still enjoying the single life, at least that’s what I told myself. I am Latina, although I don’t speak much Spanish but I have the Latina ass. Round and firm, toned legs and nice firm tits. I use to wear my black hair, long and straight down my back and I always wore gloss to further accentuate my luscious lips. My only job was being a full time trainer to rich old ladies that lived around the Hollywood area. When I say I was in great shape. I was in great shape.

I lay on the couch with my tits trying pushed up against the white T-shirt I had on. They stretched at the material and my toned stomach was showing. Of course this was done purposely to taunt Jon’s little cock. My tiny black workout shorts were rolled up near my ass from laying on the couch for so long. Jon padded back and forth in the living room like he had something on his mind, I thought it was probably sex because the little pervert kept glancing up to check out my body.

“What’s wrong with you today? You don’t feel like cleaning sweetheart? ” I asked him. He looked up at me but didn’t stop his movements. His face did little to hide that he was in a bad mood. Jon squinted his eyes at me but said nothing.

“What baby, whats wrong?” I asked genuinely concerned this time.
He sighed and began pouring out his thoughts. “Are we friends Cindy?”
“Of course we are, why would you ask such a thing?”
“Because I have been over here almost every day for three months and all you ever want is for me to clean this, or go get that, fix this, do that. I feel like I’m being taken advantage of.” Jon said annoyed. “Its like I’m your personal slave or something. What have you ever done for me?” he asked staring right at me.

I knew this wouldn’t last forever but I wasn’t ready for it to end. I knew what he was hinting at. He wanted something from me in return, and that something was out of the question. It was time to break it to him softly. I sat up on the couch.

“Look Jon. It’s nice having you around to help me, and I appreciate it. I know how you feel about me..” He looked at me with wide eyes as if it were a secret. Next he would probably deny it. I didn’t give him that chance.

“BUT…you are just a boy and I’m much older than you. Its ok for you to have these feelings for me, but they are not mutual. If you want to continue to be my friend and help me then great. But nothing can ever happen between us. Ok?”

Jon thought for a moment and nodded. “Fine, whatever…I gotta go.” He sounded disappointed and slammed the door as he left. I felt terrible but I felt I did the right thing. I couldn’t lead a young boy on. The truth was best for both of us.

It didn’t take more than a few days for Jon to show up again. He followed me into the house as I got out my car and looked sullen. His head was down and he was being very shy. It was what I expected. He would come crawling back to me if only to be around his crush, even if it meant doing whatever I wanted.

“Glad to see you back Jon. Lets forget about last week and pretend like it never happened. After all we are friend right?” I told him. He nodded yes and I rewarded him with a hug. It was the first time I had ever hugged him and it took a moment before he knew it was ok to wrap his arms around my waist and hug me back. I pressed my tits against his chest and nuzzled my head under his chin. I knew I had him wrapped around my finger once again.

“So..I’m going to run upstairs and shower because I’m all sweaty from working out. Why don’t you give me a hand.” I said teasingly
“Taking the shower?” he said hopefully.
“No silly.