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Morganrunner14 - 2
by wifeseducer (wife_seducer@hotmail.com)

***

Pretty 14 year old Soccer gal Morgan continues to enjoy 
the watchful eyes of her elderly webcam voyeurs. She 
finds that there are also those men in real life that 
want to see her too. (M+/f-teen, ped, exh, reluc)

***

Morgan hated the three hour drive back from her Aunt's 
house. Her Mom's car was small, uncomfortable, the 
conversation boring and they always fought on what 
music to play on the radio. She just wanted to get 
home, shower and check her email. She wondered if her 
'fans' had missed her over the weekend. 

When she finally got home she went straight to her room 
and as always avoided looking right at the cam. Of 
course the books she had set in front of it before they 
left had been moved out of the way. She tossed her 
travel bag on the bed and sat at her desk. She was 
surprised to see only a single user viewing her cam. 
Were they tired of her? A sense of sudden 
disappointment filled her. It didn't last long as 
shortly a new viewer joined, then another and within a 
few seconds her cam was maxed out. Someone must have 
announced her return. She could barely contain her 
grin. 

She unlocked her drawer and pulled out her laptop to 
check on the chatroom. She had shut it off just in case 
Ted managed to break into the drawer while she was 
gone. As it rebooted she checked her email. When the 
laptop finally came online Morgan was bummed when she 
couldn't get into the MorganLuvr's chat room. Again and 
again she got the chatroom full error. 

Morgan gave up on the chatroom for a bit and went to 
put her clothes away. Opening up her travel bag she 
began tossing her dirty clothes into the basket. She 
then pulled out her new soccer uniform. Her daily runs 
had been traded in for soccer practice. The red and 
black outfit was the coolest she had ever seen. A large 
italic '5' emblazoned the back. 

There was no doubt she was going to kick butt this 
Sunday for their first game. She pulled off her shirt 
and pants and tried on the outfit. She checked the 
mirror. Definitely cool. She sat back at her computer 
and tried once again without luck to get into the 
chatroom. She wondered what they were talking about.

They of course were talking about her body and things 
they wanted to do with her. Only one noticed the WEST 
MILFORD WILDCATZ moniker on her uniform top. Within a 
few moments of google searches MASTERCK4891 knew 
exactly where he might see sweet young Morgan in 
person.

Morgan got up and neatly hung her outfit in the closet. 
She walked about a bit in her bra and panties for a 
few, putting other random things away. If she could 
have gotten in the chatroom she would have walked 
around stark naked but this was her private punishment 
for them. She smiled and walked out of the room to the 
shower. 

After a long shower Morgan stood naked in front of the 
bathroom mirror. She cupped her small firm breast 
lifted slightly and released. One small bounce and it 
was back in place. Her pubic hair had still not filled 
in very much but the blond colored tuft was quite soft. 
No one could ever call her a bottle blond. She turned 
and checked out her butt in the mirror. Thoughtfully 
she marveled just how fixed these older men, some as 
old as her grandfather, adored her body. Did they 
really want to do all those things to her that they had 
written? She slid her fingers down her belly and 
between her legs. She swooned at the thought. 

Catching her breath she continued to dry off and then 
blowdry her hair. She finally finished when her mom 
bitched at her to let her have a turn. She hated 
sharing a bathroom. Thank god Mom had a date tonight 
and would be out.

When she got back to her room she gave them a few 
seconds of titty before 'deciding' on which pajama top 
to put on. 

When she finally got into the MorganLuvr's chatroom 
under her alt ID she was confused. They kept mentioning 
something called GHB. After researching a bit she 
discovered it was some sort of knock out date rape 
drug. What the fuck were they talking about that for?

Ted wouldn't really do that? She decided to not leave 
out her drinks anymore.

She chatted online with some of her friends for awhile 
on MSN IM and even with Ted. Well not really Ted but 
she knew it was him with a fake name. He said he was 
sixteen and came across her by accident. Morgan almost 
fell for it until they started talking about it in the 
chatroom. She went along with it, once again playing 
naive. He never made sexual references but just played 
good friend.

Monday afternoons school bell finally rang. Morgan 
raced out of the building to meet Darsey. Together they 
were going to ride over to the mall on their bikes. 
Morgan's stomach dropped when she saw Darsey's mom 
loading her bike in the back of the minivan. Apparently 
her dentist appointment got rescheduled for today.

Morgan waved as the van pulled away and out of sight.

"Fuck it" she thought, "I'm going anyways."

Twenty minutes later Morgan was locking her bike 
outside the mall. Maybe she'd at least run into a 
friend while she looked at all the stuff she couldn't 
afford.

Arthur Billings sighed. The thought of trying to pick 
out an anniversary gift for his wife of 35 years was a 
daunting task. There would be no Victoria's Secret for 
her. She had long since left the days where even a nice 
bathrobe would look good on her and the thought of her 
cellulite legs in a nightie made his skin crawl. He 
racked his brains as he walked mindlessly through the 
huge mall.

"This is ridiculous!" He mumbled to himself. "I should 
just get her a gift certificate to Wendy's" He 
chuckled. Then a thought came to him. "A nice cookbook 
or trashy novel would do. Yeah sure." Then at least he 
could get out of this maze of a mall, get home and 
change into some comfy clothes, grab a beer and watch 
the news.

The mall map indicated that Brentano's was on the 
second floor so Arthur set out for the escalator. He 
waited a moment as a number of people stepped on in 
front of him. He got on, closed his eyes and sighed.

When he opened them again there was an angel in front 
of him. Well not an angel per say, but the cutest 
little butt with the word Angel written in fancy script 
across both cheeks. He had never seen sweatpants that 
were so tight, or cut so low. She also wore a shirt 
that exposed her tiny mid-drift. A small girl, long 
blonde ponytail, cute. Arthur was so close he could see 
the tiny blonde hairs on her back He stifled his now 
rising hard on as best he could as he enjoyed the last 
few seconds of his trip to the second floor. An 
incredible urge to just grab the edge of her sweats and 
pull down overcame him.

By the time Morgan stepped off the escalator she was 
aware of the man that had been standing so closely 
behind her. As she walked past the stores she gazed at 
the reflection in the large windows. An overweight man 
with glasses and a suit in at least his fifties walked 
a few paces back.

For some reason Arthur found himself passing right by 
Brentano's and continued following her bobbing pony 
tail. He slowed down as not to seem too obvious but had 
a hard time not staring at her firm little ass. When 
she finally turned and entered a store he decided to 
turn back to the bookstore. In a last glance he caught 
sight of her very cute face. He knew Brentano's could 
to wait a few more minutes.

Morgan was surprised when he didn't follow her into the 
Sharper Image. She knew he had been watching her. She 
never really got the feel of the voyeurs who watched 
her on her webcam so it was a new experience to feel 
real eyes gaze on her. But he was gone now.

She decided to head over and check out some of the new 
Mp3 players. Damn they were cool. Her old P.O.S. Rio 
player died weeks ago. These were nice…and expensive. 
She would definitely have to pick up some more 
babysitting gigs to get one. 

Morgan smiled as she thought of her last job. She 
remembered holding little one year old Joey's hands and 
helping him walk. His parents had just come home from 
the movies. Ms. Driscoll went off to get changed and 
Mr. Driscoll sat in the kitchen getting his wallet out 
to pay Morgan. Morgan stood, leaning over Joey, helping 
him walk. 

She hadn't worn a bra and knew Mr. Driscoll would be 
able to see down her loose shirt as she marched little 
Joey towards him. "Look at Joey go!" she had exclaimed 
so innocently as she looked up at him for a moment. Mr. 
Driscoll was not looking at Joey. She looked back down 
at Joey as she walked him right up to his dad. Morgan 
wasn't surprised when she received a much bigger tip 
than usual that night.

"How do those things work?"

The sudden voice made her almost drop the player. It 
was the man who was behind her on the escalator, 
standing right in front of her.

"I take lots of business trips and thought one of these 
might be nice to have."

In less than two seconds he pegged her as very early 
teens. Super cute face, pert maturing little boobies 
and a body as tight as can be.

Morgan fumbled, "Umm, yeah, they hook up to computer 
and you can download music on them."

Arthur grumbled, "Ugh, computers"

Morgan smiled, "It's really not that hard." He was even 
homelier than she noticed in the window, and that suit, 
even at her age she knew that his polyester suit was 
lame. She stifled a laugh.

"Are you going to get one?" Arthur tried to keep the 
conversation going for a few more seconds. He eyed the 
player in her hands but was really focusing on her 
chest.

Morgan sighed as she put the player back and started to 
turn away "I'd love to, but it's too rich for my 
blood."

"Well thanks for the help"

Morgan smiled, "No problemo" She turned and headed out 
of the store. He didn't follow.

An hour of window shopping later Morgan was bushed, and 
hungry. She stopped at the pizza counter and bought a 
slice. As she went around the other side of the counter 
to find a table she noticed the man there. He was 
sitting back turned to her at one of the tables. When 
she sat a few tables away she immediately caught his 
eye. He smiled and waved. She smiled back.

"Did you buy one?" She politely asked.

"No, still want to check things out first." He replied, 
covering his mouth full of food.

Morgan sat half turned away from him and watched the 
people pass by as she nibbled at her food.

Arthur sat in silence thinking. In the prior hour he 
worked out this hypothetical scenario in his head. It 
was ridiculous, stupid and insane. Now that she was 
suddenly back he felt compelled by fate to try. What 
the hell. He felt himself break out into a sweat. In a 
moment he knew she would be gone. He got up.

"Hi, I'm Arthur, well Art."

Morgan could hardly believe he had just sat down at her 
table. She forced a smile. "Umm, Morgan."

He tried to appear calm and friendly. "Look, I do deals 
all time with many many different people. Sometimes 
people love them, sometimes they don't. Sometimes I 
just lay them out on the table and if people don't like 
them they just walk away like it was never even 
mentioned. That's the great thing about deals, they're 
just out there for you to decide. Do you follow?"

Morgan was bewildered. "Umm, I don't think so." She 
could see he was sweating now.

He leaned in closer to her. His beady eyes seemed tiny 
through the coke bottle glasses.

"I saw you really liked that little player in there. So 
here's the deal. And remember you can just get up and 
leave if you want, just like that. So I'll run over and 
buy that player for you right now and it'll be yours to 
keep for only one tiny, tiny favor in return."

Morgan furrowed her brow skeptically. "What?"

He leaned closer. She could smell his breath.

"For thirty short tiny seconds you, umm, lift your top 
for me."

Morgan was stunned. Holy crap. She didn't know what to 
do. She looked around with a look of a deer caught in 
the headlights. She didn't move though.

"You're still here, that's good." He was relieved that 
she hadn't run off screaming, though his heart was 
still beating far too fast.

Morgan considered this preposterous offer. She still 
couldn't believe her ears. Finally she spoke and she 
couldn't believe what came out of her mouth.

"Right here?"

"No, no" He forced a small laugh. "It's simple. I'll go 
get the player, meet you at Penny's. We go back to the 
changing rooms like I'm with you. I stand outside the 
changing room, you go in, take off your top, open the 
door for thirty seconds. I won't even get near you. You 
get the player, we both go our separate ways."

Was she really considering letting this perv see her 
breasts for real? Of course she was. She felt a rush of 
heat flood through her body. She kept her cool though.

"Okay, but I want the iPod"

"Deal. I'll meet you in front of Penny's in 5 minutes"

Morgan watch him get up and head in the opposite 
direction of Penny's, towards the Apple/Mac store. She 
took a deep breath and tried to compute what just 
happened. A moment later she found herself up and 
walking in the direction of Penny's. 

Was she really going to take off her shirt and show 
this guy, a total stranger, her breasts? What if he was 
a maniac or something? What he was, was an old perv who 
probably whacked off to Britney Spears videos. Seeing a 
fourteen year-old's tits a few feet away was probably 
his dream. She smiled. And she could to give him his 
dream.

As she walked she saw the exit doors coming up. How 
easy it would be to run to them, exit, jump on her bike 
and speed off. But she didn't. She could barely feel 
her feet touch the floor as she passed by the exit. The 
large Penny's sign grew larger as she approached.

When she entered the store, she turned, but the Arthur 
was nowhere in sight. Somewhere deep down she hoped he 
didn't show. She waited at the perfume counter, finding 
the perfect scent to try on. For him.

Arthur picked out the iPod. A nice red one. She would 
like that.

As he left the store he realized that he should have 
brought her with him. He sighed as he realized that 
there was probably no way in hell that she was waiting 
for him at Penny's. He already concocted a quick story 
if she was there, with a cop. But if she was there, 
alone. He felt his hard on begin to swell again.

Arthur tried to keep a normal pace as the distant 
Penny's sign inched closer painfully slow. He tried to 
keep his sweat at bay as he passed by the stores. He 
knew his pits were already soaked and just hoped he 
didn't start to smell bad.

When he finally entered Penny's his heart dropped as 
Morgan was nowhere in sight.

Then he saw her, at the perfume counter. So pretty, so 
young. For a moment he tried to picture her naked. Oh 
God yes. 

He stood off to the side until she looked over. He held 
up the bag and she smiled. He pointed towards the back 
of the store and started walking. He turned back. Oh 
God, she was following.

Morgan followed him around for a few until he found a 
section empty of customers. She felt scared and excited 
at the same moment. He stopped at the entrance to the 
dressing rooms. He turned to her.

"Go in that room. When you're ready open the door 
slightly. I'll come back and set this down inside. Just 
thirty seconds and I'm gone. Okay?" 

Morgan nodded and headed into the tiny mirrored 
cubicle. She shut the door and looked in the mirror. It 
seemed as if it were a different person looking back at 
her. She was barley aware of her actions, like she was 
on auto pilot. She put her hands to the bottom of her 
shirt and slowly lifted it over her head. She then 
unclasped her bra and hung it over the hook. She stared 
at the door handle.

Arthur stood trembling. He had watched her cute angel 
ass enter the room what seemed like years ago. He 
nervously looked around. No one had entered the 
section. When he turned back he saw her door was now 
inched open. He almost dropped the bag.

He slowly pushed the door open enough to put his head 
in. There she stood, topless, her hands criss-crossed 
over her breasts. So fucking hot. He set down the box 
on the floor and looked back up at her.

Morgan watched him set the box on the floor. She could 
feel his eyes burn right through her as they watched 
her expectantly. Here goes nothing. She closed her eyes 
and slowly let her arms fall to her sides as she 
started to count to herself.

The first thought that hit Arthur's mind was "Oh my 
fucking God". There she was, her beautiful breasts for 
him to see, perfect and pert, puffy little nipples.

"Morgan, you are perfect."

Morgan smiled unconsciously as she reached the number 
20.

"Put your hands over your head." Arthur softly ordered. 
She seemed a bit shocked by his request but complied. 
Her little breasts lifted up even higher with her new 
position.

"29, 30" She reached her goal but only received a new 
order. Again she complied and clasped her hands behind 
her back. She could hear him sigh deeply and 
perversely.

"Okay, go ahead and put your bra back on." He knew his 
thirty seconds of bliss were up but figured to stretch 
it as much as he could. When she reached for the bra on 
the hook her little tits were little more than a foot 
away. He could smell the perfume scent on her.

Morgan felt almost embarrassed as she clipped the bra 
back on over her breasts. After she pulled the shirt 
back over her head she looked up and he was gone. She 
had to sit down as her legs would barely hold her 
anymore they were shaking so badly.

Arthur could barely make it home fast enough. Her 
perfect little tits were first and foremost in his head 
as he stroked himself off. He kneeled on the bed and 
pictured Morgan below him. She couldn't have been older 
than maybe fourteen or fifteen. He wanted to come on 
those tits. She had listened to him so well, she was 
such a good girl. He imagined pinching those puffy nips 
and making her squeal. His knees buckled when he came 
and his small spurts off cum landed on the bedspread.

When Morgan got home she eagerly set up her new iPod. 
It worked perfect. She was so pumped up now she even 
decided to give her webcam viewers a show so she spent 
the next while wearing only her panties and iPod while 
she put clothes away and chatted with friends on IM. 
Looking over at her laptop she watched the MorganLuvr's 
chat room go to town. It had been a number of days 
since they had seen anything so they were all psyched.

Ted kept IMing her with his fake ID. She finally got 
where he was coming from as he started to hint when her 
mother might be going on her next date. He was going to 
try and drug her that night when her mom was out. He 
was, she knew it.

When she finally was dressed in her pajamas she closed 
the laptop. That's when she heard the zap from it. She 
opened it back up, nothing. She could smell burnt 
plastic inside. Fuck, the damn thing shorted out and 
was now toast. Oh well. 

Later, in the darkness in bed her thoughts returned to 
the afternoon and the look on Arthur's face as he had 
watched her. She wondered if it had gotten him as 
excited as she hoped. Had he masturbated to her? Had he 
rubbed his fat penis? Morgan began to cum.

Over the next few days when she didn't have soccer 
practice Morgan found herself at the mall, sometimes 
alone, sometimes with Darsey. She knew why but wouldn't 
admit it to herself. But he was never there and of 
course no one approached except pimply-faced teenagers. 
Even some of the good looking older boys did nothing 
for her. The only time she felt any stirring was when 
she saw an older man shopping. Were they all pervs like 
Arthur? Probably so but they would never allow 
themselves to admit it. She liked how the men would 
sometimes check to see if their wife was watching them 
before gawking at her.

Each night Ted kept IMing her. He was really bad at 
playing a sixteen yearold.

When next Monday rolled around Darsey mentioned about 
hitting the mall. Morgan only wanted to go alone today 
for some reason. Darsey shrugged it off and had work to 
do at home anyways.

After a boring hour at the mall Morgan was ready to go 
home herself. She stopped at Starbucks and had enough 
money from skipping lunch to get a latte. She plopped 
down at the small metal table for a moment to relax and 
sip at the refreshing brew. It was stupid anyways. 
Better to never see him again anyway.

"Well hello again!"

Morgan looked up at the familiar voice. It was of 
course Arthur.

"Aren't you a little young to be drinking that?" he 
laughed.

"I'm fourteen, that's old enough, besides we all need a 
little jolt to get going from time to time."

"Very true, very true indeed. So how have you been?" So 
she was fourteen, holy crap.

Morgan shrugged, "Okay I guess."

"I see you have your iPod. How's that working?"

"It works fine."

There was awkward silence for a moment. Morgan looked 
away and took a drink.

Arthur got his nerve up. "Is there, uh, anything else 
you were looking to buy today?"

Morgan thought for a moment. She was surprised that she 
hadn't even thought of anything before this. When she 
looked back at him his eye weren't focused on her face. 
Sweat beads were already forming on his brow.

Arthur looked back up to her eyes.

Again her mouth formed words her mind didn't even know 
were coming.

"Did you like last time?"

"You could never imagine how much."

"Well…My laptop did die the other day."

Arthur pondered. "That's a pretty expensive item."

She shrugged. "You asked what I needed."

"I did, I did indeed. Hmm."

Morgan looked away again as nonchalantly as she could 
and continued to sip at her latte.

Arthur thought for a minute. He didn't care about the 
money, he had gobs of it. In his mind he put together a 
deal. A minute later he leaned towards her and 
whispered in her ear.

"Okay, you get a laptop. But what I want see all. We 
pick out two outfits and bring them to the changing 
room to try on. I get to watch you from beginning to 
end. Everything comes off each time, no hurrying."

Without looking back Morgan considered. She had hardly 
ever showed the voyeur crew her bottom. Was she about 
to let him see it from just a few feet away?

Fifteen minutes later they were exiting Radio Shack 
with a new HP Pavilion notebook in tow.

Five minutes later Morgan was picking out a bikini to 
go along with the spandex aerobic outfit that Arthur 
had already chosen. Once again she felt as though she 
was on autopilot.

As Arthur followed her to the dressing room he again 
fixed his eyes on her tight ass, loving how it moved as 
she walked. In a few seconds he was going to watch her 
pull off her panties and show it to him. He had already 
bet himself that she was a real blonde.

As Morgan stepped into the changing room she hung the 
outfits on the hook and turned back. Arthur had already 
set the laptop case on the floor and was staring at 
her. Once again everything seemed to have been a blur 
and she was not sure how it all ended up right here. 
But here she was about to strip naked in front of this 
sweaty overweight coke bottle glasses pervert. Her legs 
suddenly felt rubbery.

"I'm uh, a little nervous."

"Don't be, you're a beautiful girl."

"Umm, the bikini or the spandex?"

"Bikini"

She didn't look at him as she stripped. First her shirt 
and bra then her pants.

Arthur watched unbelievingly as this sweet young thing 
disrobed. He only wished he could stroke himself as she 
stripped. Seeing her tits again made him smile. Then 
those great legs, so toned.

"Do you run? You're legs look great"

"I run a lot for soccer."

She turned away from his as she dropped her panties. 
Never in all his porn watching days had he seen 
anything so perfect. He wanted to taste her so bad.

"Turn around" he whispered. And she did. Her golden 
fleece barely hid those sweet lips tucked so nicely 
between her legs. Such creamy white flesh. Not a 
crease, a sag, a blemish, a wrinkle. Her titties seemed 
to defy gravity as though an invisible pair of hands 
lifted them keeping her nipples pointed almost upwards.

Morgan took the bikini off the hook and slowly put it 
on.

"Pretend you're checking it out. In the mirror."

Morgan turned to the mirror and looked at herself. She 
wasn't crazy about the suit but it didn't really 
matter, did it.

"Now the spandex."

Morgan started taking off the bikini.

"Slower."

She slowed, letting him drink in her view. Again she 
was totally naked in front of him and reached again for 
her next outfit.

Arthur watched her pull the tight silky material up her 
legs and over her butt letting it snap into place. He 
almost orgasmed as she struggled to pull the tiny top 
over her head. Her titties were pointed almost skywards 
now. And they jiggled ever so slightly as she finally 
worked the top over her head and down covering her 
chest.

"Turn around for me."

Slowly Morgan pirouetted. She could swear he was 
actually drooling now as his mouth hung open and his 
eyes glued on her scanning up and down her body. 

Finally he nodded approval and she removed her top and 
bottoms again. By now she just wanted to get out of 
there. She kneeled down to pick up her panties.

"No, don't kneel. Bend over and pick them up."

With her back to him she obliged. She bent forward and 
reached for her panties on the floor.

"Stop."

Arthur knew he would never forget this view. From 
behind he could see her little pink lips between her 
legs. They parted ever so slightly from her being in 
such a bent position. Her tits dangled as much as they 
could dangle. Just how much he'd pay to come up behind 
her right now and jam his cock into he couldn't guess, 
probably all the money he had. He'd sell his fucking 
house just to feel how tight that little cunt would be 
as he forced himself in.

Morgan put on her panties and bra. Once again she found 
him gone as soon as her shirt was on. She sighed in 
relief and excitement as she finished dressing. She 
knew what Mr Arthur would be doing soon. She grabbed 
her new prize and headed out to her bike.

As Morgan rode home she wondered what he'd look like 
when he touched himself. Later in bed she was thinking 
the very same thing when she came.

When Arthur came he was picturing young Morgan bent 
over the arm of his couch as he fucked her from behind, 
her tiny feet lifting off the ground each time he 
pounded himself inside her. He imagined shooting his 
load deep inside her. Oh yes he needed to fuck her so 
bad. Oh yes.

On Wednesday Morgan's inner mind got the best of her. 
She had her new laptop running now and was back 
checking out the chatroom. For some reason she told Ted 
that her mother had a date this Friday night. Not more 
than a minute later Ted informed the room that he would 
be getting some nice clear digital pics for the room by 
the weekend.

There was no way she was going to let him drug her. But 
what if she pretended, pretended to be out of it. What 
would he do?

When Friday arrived the best of her took over. Things 
were going too far. Morgan decided to go to the movies 
with Darsey instead of staying home. Needless to say 
Ted and the chatroom were disappointed. Besides, the 
next day, Saturday was her first game.

During the game she never realized there was someone in 
the crowd of Soccer moms and dads that was there for 
only her. MASTERCK4891 had his binoculars trained on 
her the whole game. He was finally looking at the real 
live Morgan in action. His long coat hid his enormous 
hard on. He already knew where she lived. He was 
waiting there last night, disappointed. She wasn't home 
for Ted to give her the dose and get his little photo 
session. He wanted to wait for Ted to leave so he could 
have his own special session with Morgan. Patience. 

When Monday rolled around Morgan wasn't surprised to 
run into Arthur at the mall. Perhaps she could do 
something quick and earn another iPod. She giggled to 
herself as she didn't even want it for herself. She'd 
give it to Darsey. She just wanted to strip for Arthur, 
feel his eyes on her. It was like a drug. A little drug 
for the secret slut inside her. She knew this Friday 
she would stay home for Ted. Geez, if anyone at school 
knew what she was doing, what she was thinking.

Arthur was already drenched in sweat. He never knew he 
would elevate it to this level. It was a stupid chance 
and he knew it. But he planned it well so what the 
fuck.

Morgan was surprised when Arthur handed her the thick 
envelope.

"Take this home and look at it. Think about it. 
Everything's there."

And he was gone. Morgan stood there befuddled with the 
strange envelope.

There was no way she was going all the way home before 
opening it. She headed towards the bathroom and locked 
herself in the stall. She opened the envelope and 
pulled out a number of papers, all Xeroxed copies of 
large typed print, each page in a different font.

The first page said "$5000 CASH"
The second: "ONE HOUR"
Third: "INTERCOURSE"
Fourth: "WITH CONDOM"
Fifth: "MY HOUSE"
The sixth page read "YOUR CONDITIONS" with a number of 
blank lines below for her to write in.
Seventh: "IF INTERESTED SEND CONDITIONS"
Eighth: PO BOX 2123, SMITHFIELD
Ninth: "IF SENT, CHECK MALL BULLETIN BOARD FOR TIMES. 
INITIAL BEST TIME WITH 'M'"
Tenth: "CHECK BOARD FOR ADDRESS"
Eleventh: "$5000 CASH"

Morgan was floored. HE WANTED TO FUCK HER! That greasy 
old geek perv fuck wanted to fuck her. He wanted to put 
his fat penis in her and fuck her for five thousand 
dollars. What did he think she was? a freakin 
prostitute? A whore? 

Morgan felt her nipples harden. She bit her lips. Wow.

She folded the paper back up and headed home.

There was no way she was going to do this. No way was 
she going to look back all her life and remember losing 
her virginity to some guy forty years older than her. 
The thought of Arthur even touching her made her 
cringe.

A week later, after checking the mail everyday and now 
giving up all hope Arthur checked his PO box again. 
This time his heart almost stopped. A letter was in 
there. The letter.

He couldn't tear it open fast enough.

He started to read the conditions…

End part 2...

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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not real life. Anyone acting
out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to
many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a 
fellow convict in their local prison.
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