1. College Girl


    Date: 8/21/2015, Categories: Fantasy, Author: horny fox, Rating: 87.5, Source: sexstories.com

    ask, have you ever spoken with the other women - or girls - about my sexual habits?" Abby looks up at me. " Yes, I've heard that, ah, a few of the women have dated you," she said, trying not to betray the apprehension she is beginning to feel. My laugh is deep and guttural, filling the small room. I brought my big hands together slowly in front of me, the fingertips just touching. " Well, let me tell you something," I said. " I date many young women." Abby tried to stay calm, but her anxiety level is climbing higher. Why am I telling her these things? " No, I wasn't aware it is that high," she said. My chair creaked slightly as I moved forward, focusing my gaze directly on her. " Abby, do you have a boyfriend?" I ask bluntly. Abby stiffened slightly, moving her body back. The cat and mouse game we have been playing is over, she knew. Wherever this is heading, she didn't like it. She stared back at me. " No, of course not. Why would you doubt it," she said evenly. " Any man would be lucky, you know, having a woman like you." I studied her intently for a moment, as if trying to measure her in some fashion. Then I said: " Now, I have to ask, what would you do to have your college paid for and a job, Abby?" When the reality of her situation hit, her composure finally cracked and she begins to tremble and cry. " What? That's not a fair question. I mean, yes...just about anything." " Ok," I replied calmly. " Let me put this directly, Abby," I said, my tone becoming sterner. " I ...
    want you to be submit to me. If you agree, I will pay for your college, you have nothing to worry about. If you don't, things might get, shall we say, very difficult for you. " Do I make myself clear?" My tone and demeanor left no room for argument. Abby feels like she going into shock as my message begins to sink in. I had seemed like such a polite man; now I'm threatening her. Presuming her response, I pulled a business card from an inner pocket, jotted a phone number on the back and handed it to her. " That's a private number where you can reach me," I said. " I'll expect a reply no later than tomorrow by noon. Please remember what I've said." That night a tearful, near hysterical Abby spoke to her friend, explaining everything that had happened. She called the next morning and told me that she had agreed to my proposition. She begged me to not to do this to her, though she knew her pleas are useless. I told her, she would be picked up that evening and to make sure she packed a bag as she would be staying with me for awhile. She put the phone down and burst into tears once again. She hated me. I had a reputation as a possessive, demanding, cruel and callus man. My god, she wondered, how had she gotten herself into this? After the limo dropped her off, she rang the bell and a domestic showed her into a very large, lounge-like room. After standing there for what seemed like forever but was only several minutes, she became aware of her strange reactions. She has been waiting for ...
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