Ginger learns her lesson: part one

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“Ginger Collins had been going around teasing all the older single men in the apartment complex.
This smart assed little thirteen year old girl had been watching all kinds of internet porn, and she figured she knew how far she could push it without getting raped.
Truth be told, she was pretty good at gaugeing how far she had to go with each man to get his dick hard, before skipping out.
The little tease got off on it.
She’d go home, and masterbate after leaving these men all hot, and bothered. She’d think about the bulges she was able to cause in these grown men, as she started rubbing her fingers over the top of her vagina. She imagened how horny they must be, and how they were probably jaking off right now thinking about her, as she flicked her fingers on either side of her tender clitoris.
She’d rub her thumb over, and around her clit, stroking her lips with her fingers, as she thought about what that man’s hard, naked cock must look like.
As she rubbed, and the penitrated her virginal hole with her middle finger, she’d think about how bad the must want to fuck her.
Still working her clit with her tumb, as she got to fingering herself real good, she’d think about how magical it would be when she met the right boy, who would gently take her virginity, because they were in love.
She would bring herself to orgasm while imagining that all the older men that teased could see her making love to her perfect boy friend, and how jealous they’d be.
As the last shudder would run through her, she’d picture them jaking off, and crying.
Afterword, she would giggle at how easy it was to get away with teasing these men.
The day she knocked on thirty year old Ryan Rynolds door, Ginger had every reason to think that she was about to get away with it again, but what she didn’t know was that Ryan knew all about her little hijinx, and he was ready to teach her a lesson she’d never forget.
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“What do you need Ginger?” Ryan asked in a smooth, and friendly manner, as he stood behind the door, opening it just enough to poke his head out.
“Well,” Ginger began sheepishly, bitting her lip, “I left my key at home, and my mother won’t be home til about six, or so, and I was wondering if maybe I could just hang out with you.”
Ryan pretended to think about it for a second, before finally saying, “Sure, why not?” as non-chalantly as he could.
He stepped back, and opened the door wide enough to admit his nubile little nabour, and she crossed the threshhold boldly, unaware that she was entering the lion’s den.
Her mid-length red hair was in pigtails, and she was wearing a pair of little patant leather flats, a black, and white plaid skirt, and a cute little white shot sleeve button up, with all the buttons undone, and tied just under her perky little titties.
That would have been more then enough, but to top it all off, she wore a pair of thigh high white stockings with liitle black ribbons around the top.
‘She’s just beggin’ to be fucked.’ Ryan thought to himself, as she skipped over to the couch where she’d indicated she should sit.
She didn’t notice Ryan lock the door, and it wasn’t until she sat down that she noticed what he was wearing. The only thing he seemed to have on was red silk robe which hung about mid-thigh, and was tied at the waist.
Ginger’s mouth dropped open in surprise.
“Oh yeah,” Ryan said, acting as if he too had just noticed how he was dressed, “since I work from home, sometimes I like to sit on my leather chair in my silk robe with my laptop. It makes it seem a little less like work.”
He smiled sheepishly adding, seemingly sincerly, “I can change if it makes you uncomfortable.”
She shrugged indiffirently, “Oh I don’t care.” she said, fighting to keep the exitment out of her voice, as she tought, ‘I hope he’s not wearing underwear, then I’ll really be able to see his dick get hard.