Carlos - The Introduction
by Solomon
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Disclaimer: If you are easily offended by blatant sexual
stories, are under 18, or have a heart condition, don’t read this. If it is
illegal in your state to possess this literature, then don’t possess. All within
is pure fiction - I guess.
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This intro is perhaps the most important one you’ll ever
read if understanding a story makes it more enjoyable for you. The journey that
Dave and Sue are about to embark upon will be a never ending story of ownership
by another man. It will be told from three points of view, at different times.
Sometimes Dave will write from his perspective, and sometimes it’ll be from
Sue’s perspective. And then again, it may just be told to you from the owner’s
perspective, and that would be Carlos.
It all began one spring several years ago….
Dave was nineteen and a major pot head. He had started
selling to his friends when he was only sixteen and that turned into a
profitable little business for several years. But after he met Sue, he became
worrisome about getting busted. He now had something to lose that meant
something to him. Dave had fallen madly in love with the one girl that
understood him better than anyone in the world.
Dave is of slight build, weighs in at around 120 pounds, 5’
8”, and has long brown hair to his shoulders. But he has attitude, and that got
him intros to some of the biggest dealers in the
Sue was seventeen, really cute, petite, and also a major toker. She also had an attitude, but it came from being on
Dave’s arm as she accompanied him to some of the biggest dealer’s homes in the
area. She was always getting hit on by them, but was in love with Dave to the
point that she would flirt with the guys for the sake of business, but was
fiercely loyal to her guy. She had a great figure, but smallish breasts, 34B’s.
Her eyes lit up, and she had a perky little butt that curved so ever nicely.
She never wore a bra, and loved knowing her nipples were showing just enough to
tease guys in front of Dave.
Dave and Sue got an apartment together just before they
happened to meet Carlos. They were tapering off the sales and one of Dave’s
suppliers told him that Carlos might be his ticket to going into retirement
while still making some good cash. So they all met and a deal was struck…
Carlos, 35, lived in
Carlos was Mexican, 170 pounds, but only 5’ 7”; a stocky
guy, and usually well groomed. Carrying a gun was assumed in his line of work,
and he was often accompanied by ‘body guards’. Even though he came off as a ‘no
bullshit’ kind of guy to Dave, he definitely liked the looks of Sue, and even
openly flirted with her in front of Dave. Considering Carlos was going to be
his new boss, he didn’t mind the flirting, and even felt complimented that he
liked his girl.
Six months go by with few problems, other than when on the
occasions Carlos would come by to inspect the house. He became bolder at trying
to get into Sue’s pants, and would even be somewhat demeaning to Dave in front
of her. His last inspection had started a fight between the two, Dave
proclaiming how he felt like that were becoming his property. Little did he
know…?
One of Dave’s neighbors called him at three in the morning
one day. He was sort of looking out for the people that gave him a free bag of
weed now and then. He informed Dave that there was a massive bust about to go
down because there were a dozen cruisers in front of his house, seemingly
assembling to hit a local dealer. Dave freaked out with good reason, got Sue up
and dressed, and headed out the door. As they drove down the street, the cops
passed them in file, without their emergency lights. They saw the cops stopping
in front of their apartment and went to call Carlos. Suddenly, Dave and Sue
were now on the run. All they had to depend on was the promise Carlos had made
them at the beginning of their agreement; if the shit hit the fan, he took care
of his safe house people for their loyalty. After their call, they were soon on
their way to
That’s where all the sordid adventures for Dave and Sue
start. And they would quickly realize that getting involved with Carlos was the
biggest mistake of their lives. Part one of the first story is told from
Carlos’ perspective…
“CARLOS”
I was going to one of my safe houses to meet with two of my
people that just let my house in
I had given bogus info to the local police about an
apartment several doors away from theirs, and waited for them to get busted.
The friend that called Dave worked for me and was really telling him to make a
run for it. I knew their only choice was to call me for help. The safe house they
were sent to had nothing to do with my other business. It was where I went to
relax and have fun, and conduct my ‘hobby’ business.
I pulled into the drive and went inside to find two very
scared young people wondering what they should do. I told them to calm down,
that I would take care of them. Sue as usual, had a short halter top on that
showed me her wonderfully perky nipples. Her breasts were almost child-like;
small cones that looked like they stopped growing way too soon. But they were
taut and had no sag to then at all. And god, could she flirt. She could tease a
blind man into a rock hard boner with just a flash of her seductive smile. I
told them that I had lost several hundred pounds of pot in the bust and that
they had better do as I tell them, or I would stop helping them. I was going to
hide them, get them new ID’s, and support them until
things quieted down. I sent Dave out with one of my men to see where they were
going to live for a while. He wanted Sue to go with him, but I said I didn’t
want a bunch of people to be at the house at the same time. He was so scared
that he did as he was told.
As soon as they left, I poured some Tequila for Sue and I
and we sat on the couch together. I told her about my losses to show her she
was indebted to me now, and then complimented her on her ability at flirting
with me. I could tell she had always wondered about me, what a major importer
like me would be like in bed. She tried to tell me that her flirting was just
the way she acted, that she hadn’t meant anything by it. I told her that while
she was close by in Florida that I hoped I might get to taste her a little bit,
sort of to make up for my losses. At first, she weakly protested, talking about
her loyalty to Dave, and how she could never hurt him. I told her that whatever
we did would only serve to smooth over my losses and that he would never have
to know. I could see her eyes glaze over; she did indeed feel indebted to me,
and I could see she wasn’t shying away from me as if she would in front of
Dave.
I leaned over to her and pulled her tiny body close to me
and held her as we both finished our drinks. She barely resisted my holding
her, so I turned and kissed her deeply. I rubbed my hand up her stomach and
over her breasts as we continued to kiss. Her hand went over mine, but made
little effort to stop it. I asked, “You don’t mind a little playtime while your
boyfriend inspects your new house do you? I’ll be very nice to you, and I won’t
even fuck you. At least, not this time.”
I could see she was afraid of Dave finding out, but then she
answered, “I guess a little fooling around for all the help you’re going to
give us is okay, but I can’t fuck you. I can’t cheat on Dave like that. And he
can‘t ever know.” I promised my silence; little did she know how much I lied.
So as I went back to kissing her and rubbing her chest roughly, she lay back and
let me have my way with her. I pulled back and looked deeply into her eyes, and
slid my hand slowly down over her shorts to feel her pussy. Her hand went to
mine, but once again, did little to stop me. I rubbed her mound rough and slow,
watching as her eyes lit up with fire and desire. I told her to open her shorts
for me, and she complied. I pushed my hand into her panties and told her how
disappointed I was that she wore panties at all. As my hand cupped over her
lips, I felt her soft bush, and that she was already wetting herself. Her eyes
were so intense, and she pushed her crotch towards my hand to give me a good
feel of her. She was very much into playing, and I could see she wanted to be
coaxed into doing everything. It was at that very moment I knew I had myself a
new toy. And if Dave didn’t like it when he found out, he would be my toy as
well.
I pulled her top off and massaged her chest in wonderment. I
thought; how in the world could she stay with a scrawny little pussy like Dave.
But if he kept her happy for me in the future, I would let her stay with him. I
told her how I loved her small breasts and their shape. I felt like I was
molesting a much younger teenager, and that I would take great pleasure
whenever we found time to play together. I made sure to never say making love
or having sex; I wanted her to know she was my toy. I wanted to enjoy myself as
I took over control of her body in the next days and weeks, so I didn’t even
try to take off her shorts. This seemed to endear her to me, seeing that I
didn’t just want a fuck. But I just couldn’t help myself. After having felt her
wears for some time, I sat back on the couch and unzipped my pants.
I said, “I really love a good blowjob, are you very good at
that?” She looked very nervous, but she sat up on the couch and told me how she
didn’t mind giving head, but she hated the taste of cum. She made me promise to
not cum in her mouth in return for doing it for me and then got on her knees
between my legs. As she pulled my pants down, I asked her, “You mean Dave never
cums in your mouth?” She said he had twice in the past, but she hated the taste
of it both times. She seemed very amazed at my size, letting me know that Dave
also had a scrawny little dick. She pulled my cock forward to her mouth and
started sucking away at my head. I told her that she was such a tease. Here she
was so good at sucking cock, but wouldn’t let me cum in her mouth. I decided to
give her something to think about and said, “How about Dave then? If you’re
going to suck my cock, will he at least catch my cum
for you?”
She looked very surprised at my question and stopped her
amazing sucking. She proclaimed that Dave wasn’t gay, and said I had promised Dave
would never find out about this. I told her I was kidding, and that I liked
teasing her. She smiled at that and sucked my cock back into her mouth. As I
let her work away at me, I asked her where Dave would cum when she sucked him
off. She paused just long enough to say, “In my hand, into something, or
sometimes… he would shoot it all over my face, or chest. I told her I would try
the latter then. Her eyes quickly darted at mine and I knew the thought had
gotten her hot and feeling quite nasty.
I twirled my fingers in her long hair and slowly began to
take over; thrusting up into her mouth slowly. I asked her if she had ever deep
throated a guy before and she quickly shook her head to indicate ‘no’. But as I
held her head still in my hands, I sought to find out just how much of my seven
inches of thick cock she could take. She gagged a little and tried to pull from
my grasp. But when she saw I had control, she went limp and tried to hang on.
She must have realized how close I was to cumming. I wanted to shoot my cum down her throat so bad, but I didn’t want to scare
her into running from my grasp after I left the house. So I became fixed on how
messy I could get her face.
When I felt myself at the edge, I told her to prove herself.
I added, “Hold your face so I can cum all over it. Show me where you want me to
cum.” I let go of her head and she quickly pulled away, closed her eyes and
held still with her face just inches from my throbbing cock. I pulled myself to
a finish and watched as my sperm hit her all over her pretty little face. She
moaned in delight at being my cum catcher. She started
to tell me that I had a lot more cum than Dave, but I hadn’t finished and the
last spurt hit her lip and mouth just a little. She closed her mouth quickly
and waited for me to finish. I grabbed the back of her head in my hand and as
she opened her eyes, I wiped a glob from just over her eye and put my finger to
her lips. I said, “Go ahead and try it. Maybe mine will taste a lot better than
Dave’s.”
She stared in disgust at my request, but wanted to please me
and opened her mouth. I rubbed my cum off on the
inside of her lips and she made an awful face as she tasted it with her tongue.
Then she spit it out onto her hand and made some disgusted sounds. I gave her
the halter top she had been wearing and told her to clean up. She got up from
the floor and wiped her face and hands. I marveled as I watched her clean my cum from her body. Then she said, “Oh, shit! What if Dave
notices I’m not wearing the same shirt as when he left.” I told her to go take
a shower then and change all her clothes. Before she left, she leaned in to
kiss me, and I pushed her away. I told her I don’t kiss a girl after she’s had
cum in her mouth. She looked upset at that and left.
Several minute later, she came back in all new clothes. I
hung up on the call I had made to my man, John. I told her I had had a great
time, and she smiled coyly at that, blushing a little.
She made me promise one last time not to tell Dave what we had done with each
other. She told me she had brushed her teeth and asked if she could have a last
kiss now. I said ‘okay’ and gave her a deep one. Then I felt her grab my hand
and shove it into the top of her new shorts. As I pushed my hand to her pussy
lips, I understood why. She hadn’t replaced her panties. She leered at me and
said, “You like it better that way, right?”
I told her, “I can see you are a girl that knows how to
please a man. But, we’re going to have to find a better place to put my cum if
you want to continue being my plaything while here in Florida to make up for
all that weed I lost at your hands.” She dropped her eyes, probably wondering
what I had in mind. I smiled, knowing that she had no idea. Just about this
time, Dave and my man came back. He was too excited to see the electricity
between us. He stammered his pleasure in his new apartment and told Sue she
just had to see it. He said all they needed was a car and they would be all
set.
I told them that they couldn’t get a car. I didn’t want them
getting stopped and finger printed. I really didn’t want my new toy to have an
easy way to run from me if she so desired. As I left, I took one last look at
Dave, my former employee, and thought, he might just
make a good toy at that… I wondered how he would like the taste of my cum. One of them was going to be taking it for me.
“SUE”
I was so frigging scared about having to run from the cops
in
The first part of our life on the run was a new place to
live. Carlos sent Dave and his guy to check it out. When they left, Carlos
brought me over a shot of Tequila. My first instinct was that he wanted to hit
on me. I had seen the way he had always looked at me in the past. He obviously
liked checking out my boobs, because his eyes never seemed to get above my
chest. I have really small tits, so whenever they catch guys’ eyes, I love it.
I didn’t really think he would hit on me though.
He told me that I was a flirt and how he loved that in a
girl. Then he mentioned something about getting a taste of me and I thought he
meant he wanted to give me head. Dave’s greatest talent is giving me a great
blowjob. I use to refer to it as most girls, eating pussy; but he was so
fucking good at it, that I had grown accustomed to talking more like a guy and
referred to it as getting head, or a blowjob. I just loved holding his head to
my cunt and making him eat me out to no end. I
especially loved sitting on his face to control his every movement within me. I
guess I’ve always had sort of a dominant way about me when it came to sex.
Carlos pulled me under his arm and held me next to him as he
finished his shot. That made me somewhat uncomfortable, but he was huge
compared to Dave, and that sort of felt good having a grown, older man
man-handling me. Then he asked me if I wanted to play around a little. He came
right out and told me he didn’t want to fuck. So feeling a little more than
obliged to comply with him, I said it wouldn’t hurt, as long as Dave never found
out. I knew eventually I would have to tell him, but that promise goes without
saying. It was a little hard to grasp; this guy twice my age was planting a
kiss on me that melted my toes. And it took him all of two seconds to run his
hand up my chest and start tweaking my nipples. I felt so small in his arms and
as he groped me, I melted wanting for more. He pushed away from me a little,
and I thought he decided to stop, but then I felt his hand rubbing against my
crotch and the heat was so tremendous as he stared
into my eyes.
Carlos told me to open my shorts for him and I quivered as
his hand went right under my panties and grabbed for my lips. His hand felt so
big against my vulva that I instinctively pushed against it, trying to get him
to rub me more and harder. He told me how he preferred his women without
panties, and right then I knew I had to lose them as long as he was around. I
didn’t think this scene would ever be repeated, but I was going to surprise him
if it did.
Then I guess he pulled my top off. I don’t remember doing it
myself, but I was suddenly aware of the cool air from the conditioner blowing
across my nipples and making them into hard little peas. I loved the feel of
his hands groping my boobies so roughly. Even though they were so small, he
seemed to be quite fascinated by them. I thought the next thing he would do is
take off my shorts. We had agreed to no fucking, but I still expected him to
try. Instead, he pulled back from me, leaned back against the couch and started
taking off his pants. Or at least he started to open them up.
I felt a bit relieved when he told me he just wanted a
blowjob. I was willing to do that for him; as long as he didn’t cum in my
mouth. The thought of a guy cumming in my mouth repulsed me. On the two occasions
that I had let Dave talk me into it, I nearly threw up. Cum tastes so
disgustingly sick - the taste, the texture, everything about it. But I loved
blowing a guy. Sucking cock for a guy is so frigging wild and nasty. I love to
give them a nasty leer as I look up from their crotch as their cock is buried
deep in my mouth. I think Dave’s favorite spot to shoot it is on my face. I
guess it makes him feel dominate over me. I really don’t care, just as long as
it doesn’t go in my mouth ever again. Besides, it’s so fucking wild and nasty letting
a man hose you down like that that at the moment I was craving the act.
So I got between Carlos’ legs and finished pulling his pants
to the floor. As I got to work on him, he whined about not being able to cum in
my mouth and even suggested Dave would swallow it for him. I thought, ‘what a
fucking nut’. I even told him Dave wasn’t gay. Then I felt so dumb when he told
me he was just kidding. I had such a good time sucking him off. And some of the
little comments he made, made me feel like he expected that he might get me to
suck him off again in the future. At first I was a bit worried, but as I sucked
away at his cock, I thought, ‘that might not be so bad a way to pass the time
away down here, as long as Dave didn’t find out’. He had a magnificent cock
next to Dave’s, but he would kill me if he knew I thought that way. But it was
longer, thicker, and rigid as hell. All the things a girl really looks for in a
suckable prick.
As Carlos’ legs tensed up and started to twitch, he told me
to hold my face so he could cum all over it. I realized why I had held still
for Dave in the past when he shot his cum on me. I think it was the denigration
of it that made me feel powerful, knowing I had just sucked this material out
of the guy and now he needed to dominate me for doing it. It was like telling
the guy, ‘you’re such a man for being able to make me do this for you’.
When he shot his first spurts of cum onto my face, I was so
pleased that I had gotten him off so fast. He must have really liked my
blowjob. Dave always did! But I thought he was finished and opened my eyes and
mouth a little, but he was still shooting. One of his last spurts hit my lip.
But then he did the most disgusting thing. He fingered some of his sperm from
my forehead and made me taste it. I thought he threw me a towel, but after I
wiped his cum off my face and spit that crap into it, I saw it was my top. I
freaked; what was Dave going to say when he saw I had changed my shirt. He
would know for sure that something had gone on while he was away. Carlos
suggested I take a shower and change all my clothes, which I thought was a great
idea. But just before I left, like all guys, the prick came out in him. I went
to give him a thank you kiss for sexing me up so nicely, and the bastard said,
‘I’m not kissing a chick that just had cum in her mouth”. Fuck, he was the one
who just put it there when I didn’t want it in the first place.
I stormed off and took a shower, changed, and simmered down.
I even made a half-hearted run at my little man in the canoe, but feeling guilty
over cheating on Dave left me too complacent to put any real effort into it. Remembering
who Carlos was and how great he had just groped me, I let his comment over
trying to kiss him slip away. I even brushed my teeth to see if that would make
a difference, and slipped on clean shorts, without panties. I figured if he
would kiss me now, I would show him I wasn’t wearing any underwear, just for
him. I thought that would be a cool and tantalizing little secret that just the
two of us would share.
When I went back out to the living room, he was just hanging
up from making a phone call. I leered at him a moment and asked him if he would
kiss me now after brushing. He just grabbed me and kissed me roughly, so I
pushed his hand into my pants again and waited to see if he recognized I wasn’t
wearing any panties now. He definitely noticed and was very pleased. But I had
to wonder, because he told me I would have to learn to swallow his cum if I was
going to continue being his ‘plaything’. What the fuck, did he think I was his new
toy or something? And there was no way in hell he was going to get me to allow
him to cum in my mouth.
Dave came back just a few minutes later and I felt so
fucking guilty having just cheated on him. Luckily, he was so excited about our
new digs that he wasn’t looking at me much. Dave said all we needed now was
some transportation and we’d be all set. But Carlos, being the wise man that he
is, told us how bad of an idea that would be. If we got pulled over, we could
be looking at some very serious jail time back home if they ID’d
us.
Carlos and his guy were headed out, and I couldn’t help but
wonder. He gave Dave such a puzzling look on the way out the door. I thought
maybe he was sizing him up to see if he noticed that something had gone on
while he was gone. That look really bothered me, like he was thinking how he
had just fucked him over and really enjoyed it. I felt like shit now for having
screwed around on him, but tried to keep Dave’s excitement over the new digs as
the main topic.
“DAVE”
My mind is so fucking blown. I still can’t believe we got
down here without getting busted. But now that we were here, I knew I could
depend on Carlos to take care of us for a while. I figured he would do a nice
job for us, since it was obvious how much he liked my babe. He was always
checking her out. I had often fantasized in the past six months of working for
Carlos, how wild it would be if Sue gave him a quick thrill. But that was just
a fantasy; I would be so fucking jealous if she did anything with him. He was
twice my age and fucking rich, and powerful. All the things that get a girl to
leave a guy like me.
Sue and I had talked about Carlos and how we would have to
stay on his good side. He could be moody and somewhat demanding, but he knew
his business. Sue could get a little sassy at times, so I made her promise to
be a bit more ‘obedient’ and compliant towards him. After all, our lives were
going to be in his hands for some time now.
Carlos drove into the driveway with one of his enforcers driving
him. He caught us up to speed in minutes. I was amazed all the stuff he had
found out in such a short time. Then he laid out the game plan for us as far
into the future as was possible to plan for, including getting us a place to
shack up for a while. John, his muscle, and I went to check out the place and
see where it was located. It was only a ten minute walk from the safe house. It
was better than the place we had just been paying for back in the north country.
I got a little nervous when after looking at the place, John said we had to hang around to meet a guy there.
I even got some pretty strange thoughts running through my head as we waited
there. At one point I was sure we were waiting for a hit man to take me out
over all that pot we lost in the bust. I started to worry about Sue being alone
with Carlos and if she was alright. She could have a mouth that could get her
in trouble. I hoped she wasn’t using it.
Then after about twenty minutes, John got a call. After he
hung up, he told me it was the guy we were waiting for and he wouldn’t be
making it. On the way back to the house, John told me that while we were in the
area that Carlos would probably put me to use doing some running for him. I
figured it was fair for taking care of our needs. I told him, “Whatever I can
do, just tell me.”
I couldn’t wait to tell Sue about our new place. She was
just coming out of the shower, so I guess Carlos got her nervous and she wanted
to keep busy away from him. She was all excited and somewhat nervous. I knew
being on the run was having an effect on her. Carlos and John turned to leave
us to pack and go to our new place. I thought it a bit strange as I looked in
the full length mirror on the wall, I saw Carlos stop and give me a strange
look on his way out the door. I couldn’t quite figure it out, but I thought he
was either thinking, ‘that fucker lost me over four hundred pounds of smoke’ or
‘I’d love to get some of that’. I always had the feeling that he might just be
into guys…
Well, that’s how the stories will be formatted in the
future. Sometimes it’ll be from Dave’s point of view, and sometimes Sue’s. Or
it might come from Carlos’ view, or any mixture of any of the three. The
stories will always be told from the most intriguing viewpoints and whenever
warranted, from another as well.
I have quickly learned that writing erotica has to come from
the mind of the hunter, or the prey. Coming from a voyeuristic point of view is
just too far removed from the tantalizing sexual effects. However, the
exception to the rule will be in one of the first stories coming up. Dave will
be telling his side from a voyeurs’ viewpoint, but he’s still very related to the events.
So if you like the story line, look for a new story from the
‘Carlos’ often. I’ll be reposting this series throughout the month as the intro
for where Sue and Dave go after the Carlos series ends. Believe me, if you like
what Sue does, you'll want to read the newer series. Go to Authors/Solomon to
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