Home Videos Part 1
Tiny Way Of Life
chapter 11
by
copier
· original author:
fearboy
“Where are we?” You’re outside an apartment, it looks a little seedy with graffiti all over the walls and garbage lying around. Not the kind of place you’d like to go.
“You and me are far from done. I need to talk to you some more about some important things so I brought you home. I figured you wouldn’t mind if we could bond some more.” You look up at the smoothly smiling man, mulling over what he was saying. You’re not crazy he took you to his apartment without telling you, but there are far worse people to be kidnapped by. You decide that there’s only one thing that really matters.
“Do you have any more stuff with your mom inside?”
John looks at you for a second, a wide smile forming on his face. “Got to tell you sport, I see more of me inside you the longer we spend together. I have hundreds of hours of video, toys your mom has used, her dirty clothes, pictures and even more. If you wanted to build a shrine to your mom’s sexual needs you’ll find them in my apartment.”
“Lets go,” you say, jumping into his hand like an overexcited kid. You really should relax, you can trust John. All he had done was accept you and help you indulge in your fantasizes. Sure, you had to prove yourself to him, but you’d gladly climb his beanstalk anytime he wanted as long as you got to see more of your mom being lewd. At this point you’d do anything John asked, which probably should have worried you.
Cupping you in his hand, John headed inside, taking the elevator to his floor. He kept glancing down at you, wondering how you’d take things when they got really crazy. Playing with a guys junk for porn was one thing, being his personal fluffer was another. At this point it really didn’t matter because he wasn’t going to no for an answer. You were his and he would use you to reach new levels of perversion in his kinky games with your mom.
“Shit,” John stopped dead when the elevator began to open and he noticed a familiar platinum blond waiting to get in. Thinking fast, he lifted you up and without warning tossed you into his mouth. You had no time to scream as you were tossed onto his slimy tongue, sliding around on the slippery muscle. His lips closed quickly, sealing off the light. Groaning as you laid on his tongue, you hoped John had a reason for doing this to you.
“Hiya sailor, how you been doing?” John just smiled at the question, ignoring the boy on his tongue. Out of all the people to run into, it had to be Alana. His thirty something neighbor, Alana was one of his many side dishes, girls he fucked when he couldn’t get Jenny. She was a thin woman, with brightly tanned skin, a nice set of C-cup breasts and a love for trashy clothes. She was wearing a pair of daisy dukes with a halter top, her decent sized chest nearly spilling out. She wasn’t as sexy as his Jenny, but she was a good lay when he gets bored.
“I’m doing great. Got my day off at the corner store and going to get my hair done. Goin to look so pretty after I get a perm.” She was fishing for a compliment, trying to get John to tell her she was already pretty and give her a slap on the ass for good measure. He couldn’t talk with you currently laying face first on his tongue, but he could give her a nice, hard smack on that keister.
“You scamp! You really know how to treat a girl.” John just kept on smiling, he knew how to treat a high school dropouts that would spread it for a couple beers, real ladies were a little bit more difficult. Giggling, Alana walked into the elevator and he slipped out fast before she tried to have a quickie before heading out. She winked at him and licked her lips, expressing later she might stop by for some fun. John walked away with plans to lock his door and ignore anyone that came knocking. He had better things to deal with then his emergency poon.
Once he was inside, he closed the door and spat you out into his palm. You landed with a splat, drooling running down your body. Getting up, you glare at John, not so much angry with him as annoyed. You’d taken enough tongue rides with Tulip not to be phased by the trip. “Let me guess, you needed to hide me and you couldn’t use your pocket or just close your hand around me because you didn’t have time so you decided to hide me in the most uncomfortable place you could think of?”
“My bad, Mouthful. I couldn’t let my neighbor see you or she’d ask to spend some time with you. I’ve mentioned you before to her and she thought you sounded fun. If she saw you you’d be spending the day ‘entertaining’ her.”
“You talk about me?” Is all you can say. You don’t catch what he meant by entertain, your focus more on how John talks to other people about you and they think you’re fun. You grin at the older man, seriously feeling like you misjudged him. He really was a good guy, you were happy he was with your mom, helping her with the needs that had to be taken care of.
“You and me are far from done. I need to talk to you some more about some important things so I brought you home. I figured you wouldn’t mind if we could bond some more.” You look up at the smoothly smiling man, mulling over what he was saying. You’re not crazy he took you to his apartment without telling you, but there are far worse people to be kidnapped by. You decide that there’s only one thing that really matters.
“Do you have any more stuff with your mom inside?”
John looks at you for a second, a wide smile forming on his face. “Got to tell you sport, I see more of me inside you the longer we spend together. I have hundreds of hours of video, toys your mom has used, her dirty clothes, pictures and even more. If you wanted to build a shrine to your mom’s sexual needs you’ll find them in my apartment.”
“Lets go,” you say, jumping into his hand like an overexcited kid. You really should relax, you can trust John. All he had done was accept you and help you indulge in your fantasizes. Sure, you had to prove yourself to him, but you’d gladly climb his beanstalk anytime he wanted as long as you got to see more of your mom being lewd. At this point you’d do anything John asked, which probably should have worried you.
Cupping you in his hand, John headed inside, taking the elevator to his floor. He kept glancing down at you, wondering how you’d take things when they got really crazy. Playing with a guys junk for porn was one thing, being his personal fluffer was another. At this point it really didn’t matter because he wasn’t going to no for an answer. You were his and he would use you to reach new levels of perversion in his kinky games with your mom.
“Shit,” John stopped dead when the elevator began to open and he noticed a familiar platinum blond waiting to get in. Thinking fast, he lifted you up and without warning tossed you into his mouth. You had no time to scream as you were tossed onto his slimy tongue, sliding around on the slippery muscle. His lips closed quickly, sealing off the light. Groaning as you laid on his tongue, you hoped John had a reason for doing this to you.
“Hiya sailor, how you been doing?” John just smiled at the question, ignoring the boy on his tongue. Out of all the people to run into, it had to be Alana. His thirty something neighbor, Alana was one of his many side dishes, girls he fucked when he couldn’t get Jenny. She was a thin woman, with brightly tanned skin, a nice set of C-cup breasts and a love for trashy clothes. She was wearing a pair of daisy dukes with a halter top, her decent sized chest nearly spilling out. She wasn’t as sexy as his Jenny, but she was a good lay when he gets bored.
“I’m doing great. Got my day off at the corner store and going to get my hair done. Goin to look so pretty after I get a perm.” She was fishing for a compliment, trying to get John to tell her she was already pretty and give her a slap on the ass for good measure. He couldn’t talk with you currently laying face first on his tongue, but he could give her a nice, hard smack on that keister.
“You scamp! You really know how to treat a girl.” John just kept on smiling, he knew how to treat a high school dropouts that would spread it for a couple beers, real ladies were a little bit more difficult. Giggling, Alana walked into the elevator and he slipped out fast before she tried to have a quickie before heading out. She winked at him and licked her lips, expressing later she might stop by for some fun. John walked away with plans to lock his door and ignore anyone that came knocking. He had better things to deal with then his emergency poon.
Once he was inside, he closed the door and spat you out into his palm. You landed with a splat, drooling running down your body. Getting up, you glare at John, not so much angry with him as annoyed. You’d taken enough tongue rides with Tulip not to be phased by the trip. “Let me guess, you needed to hide me and you couldn’t use your pocket or just close your hand around me because you didn’t have time so you decided to hide me in the most uncomfortable place you could think of?”
“My bad, Mouthful. I couldn’t let my neighbor see you or she’d ask to spend some time with you. I’ve mentioned you before to her and she thought you sounded fun. If she saw you you’d be spending the day ‘entertaining’ her.”
“You talk about me?” Is all you can say. You don’t catch what he meant by entertain, your focus more on how John talks to other people about you and they think you’re fun. You grin at the older man, seriously feeling like you misjudged him. He really was a good guy, you were happy he was with your mom, helping her with the needs that had to be taken care of.
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