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  She Was The Gateway Drug

  Josh Rollins

  Copyright © 2013 by Josh Rollins

  Smashwords Edition

  Prologue

  “Here” She handed me the phone and my heart sank: it was her mother. What the fuck do you say to the woman whose daughter is a second away from going down on you?

  “Hello?” The voice on the other line was heavy with dread.

  “Yeah... I’m here,” was all I could say.

  “Please, just bring Ashley home to us safe...” I heard her choking on tears, “...just --”

  “Ms. Ryan,” I fought my rising panic, “I promise you, I mean your daughter no harm. I didn’t know she didn’t tell you where she was going.”

  I don’t think she believed me; I don’t think any mother would. But I didn’t have much time to think about it, because Ashley just placed my cock in her soft mouth and closed her lips around it.

  Chapter 1

  The funny thing was that Ashley found me, not the other way around. Online, she looked like the sweetest of girls, with huge puppy eyes and long groomed hair to match with her catholic school uniform. She sent me the less innocent pictures on my way to Penn Station where I was to pick her up.

  She waited for me next to the payphones in a desolate corner. The two homeless men who slept at her feet and the stench of urine made her stand out like an angel.

  “Ashley?”

  She didn’t answer. She simply opened her eyes wide, locked in on me like a heat guided missile, and ran toward me to embrace me with a bone-crushing hug. I was too shocked to move.

  “I... guess so,” I said tapping her back lightly.

  On the way to my apartment, she took my hand in hers and kissed it softly to the dismay of a mother with her two children who scooted further up the seat in the subway car. It must have been due to the fact that I looked more like her older brother than a boyfriend. She hadn't said a single word to me when I asked her questions:

  “Are you hungry?” - nod.

  “Are you cold”? - shake.

  “Is everything ok?” - pause, enthusiastic nod.

  My apartment, a huge vintage behemoth I managed to steal from right under the noses of my coworkers, had a long narrow hallway at the entrance. Ashley had a wide frame and the two of us could not walk side by side without rubbing each other, which triggered Ashley right away. She turned sideways, anchored herself against the wall, and brought my hip between her legs. My shock didn’t fully register before she lifted up her skirt above her crotch and started humping me.

  “Shouldn’t we first,” I tried to say, but it was in vain. She was moaning loudly, probably on purpose to shut me up, and squeezed into my hardness through my jeans.

  Chapter 2

  “Long night?” My boss greeted me as usual from her office.

  “Uh huh.”

  I sat down with my second mug of coffee that morning and tried to concentrate on the screen, but it was impossible. All I wanted to do was to minimize Outlook and peer into my personal email, where Ashley left me a “surprise.”

  I didn’t really sleep that night and my cock was still semi-twitching in fatigue, but that didn’t stop the urge. Ashley was like a gateway drug and I knew after I had her that night that my life would never be the same again.

  There’s a first time for everything. Some things though, like jerking off in the bathroom at work, were never on my agenda. Yet, here I was, staring at my phone in disbelief. There were photos of her looking half asleep, spreading puffy cunt lips with her hand; a series of photos of her bending over in my living room, her ass to the mirror, with texts asking me which one I like best; but the one that made me finally do it was that of the frying pan, the one I just used to make us omelets not even two hours ago, shoved by the handle into her pussy.

  As if that wasn’t enough, she also begged me to masturbate and demanded to see my cum in a picture. By the time I crawled back to my seat, my cock was yelling at me in pain, my balls kicking themselves in. There was nothing left to drain out, and it was still only morning.

  Chapter 3

  When I returned, I opened the door to a starkly naked girl with hands crossed over her sex. The position framed her chest by her arms, causing her breasts to perk out more with her saucer-sized areolas pointing at me like two bullseyes.

  “Hello, sir..?”

  I didn’t ask to be called sir. I didn’t even consider it. In the little exchange of words we had the previous day Ashley told me stories that made my hair stand up: She would allow men to take pictures for money so she could travel, or would record herself having anal sex with these men and try to sell her videos on the internet. She was on her first year for a girl-only Ivy League catholic college somewhere upstate, where anything remotely close to what she was now doing would grant immediate and unconditional ban. She came from a very strict home and was supposed to preserve her virginity for the man she was to marry.

  The virgin-nymph was now standing at attention naked in my apartment, waiting for me to give her orders.

  I instructed her to come to my side and remove her hands. It was easy to see that the outer lips of her vagina were engrossed with dark pink against her milky white skin. I ran my thumb over her navel, and she squirmed.

  “You were told to shave clean by the others, I guess?”

  “Yes. I was told it makes me look more like a little girl,” she looked at me, her cheeks turning pink. I brought the back of my hand to feel their heat.

  “It does. But some men prefer to have sex with women, not little girls,” I said and was surprised at my own voice. It didn’t seem to register for her, and she looked at me puzzled.

  “Sir wants me to let the hair grow?”

  “Well, if you want me to be your Sir, you’d have to. And I will give you specific instructions. You do not need to act like a little girl around me Ashley; you can be who you really are.”

  That hurt her. She clung to me tightly: “You don’t like me.”

  Suddenly I was afraid that this little girl, who was about my height and probably more than my weight, would turn out to be a serial killer. What happens if she really thinks I don’t like her? She didn’t seem anything short of mentally unstable. I suddenly realized I was locked in a game that could end terribly wrong for me.

  “I do like you, if last night was any indication.” She was just holding on to me. “Do your parents know you’re here?” I was terrified as soon as I asked the question.

  “I told them I’m going to a friend’s house.”

  “Wouldn’t they call your friend? To make sure you’re there?”

  “I don’t want to talk about my parents, can we have fun instead?” She brought her hand to my pants again and unzipped them. So that was how she resolved conflicts. How much of it was an act, and how much of it was real? I tried to resist, but she persisted. When I saw her head lowering into my crotch, her hand pulling out my shaft toward her mouth, all sense left me again.

  Seconds later I was splayed across my bed as Ashley started giving my cock small, soft little kisses. She climbed on top of me and grasped my cock with expert hands. She lubed me quickly, never letting go for more than the second required to pour it. Then she leaned forward, her breast hanging low and threatening to poke at my eyeballs, as she lured my cock between her butt cheeks she spread with her other hand. I slid home into her ass.

  It all happened so fast I wasn’t even sure I was really awake. She knew what to do on top of me as effortlessly as if she was tying her shoelaces.

  This repeated for two more days, with her continually going on top so my cock could push into her anal entrance. She believed what she was doing was a sin, but as long as her virginity was intact, she didn’t mind as much.

  She rode me to the point of pain. When I came back from the bathroom, she’d wait for me on the bed, fingers teasing her clit; when I needed a rest, she’d get off and suck my softening, oversensitive cock. She taught me that I could orgasm more than once, more than twice, whether I wanted to or not. I had no choice in the manner. Was I really “Sir,” or was it her?

  Chapter 4

  I woke up the next day to tugging on my arm. Ashley was awake with my hand between her legs, my curled fingers shoved into her wet cunt, her plump ass raising and falling as she humped hard into the bed in growing intensity. There was no end to this, I realized. The girl was out of her mind. I decided I had to do something or end up dead from exhaustion. I managed to calm her down only after I promised she could suck me again afterwards.

  “If you want to be my pet, you have to have some self control,” I heard myself say. “You need to ask for permission before you touch me, and you need to assume some responsibility.”

  She pouted, but I wasn’t done. I took a big breath. “You have to call your parents.”

  She wasn’t angry or scared, she was just sad. It looked like as if she was about to cry. “Please Sir, don’t send me home... I told them I’ll be back by the end of the week.”

  I pet her head, my fingers brushing through her hair softly. “I’m not sending you home, but I want you to be a responsible girl. Your parents are probably freaking out right now, and I don’t blame them.”

  Chapter 5

  “Ms. Ryan, please don’t worry,” I practically begged. “She’s right here, would you like to talk to her? She’s OK. We are both fine, I promise.”

  Ashley let go of my cock reluctantly as I handed her the phone. “You promised I could suck you off,” she pouted.
br />   My hand covered the receiver: “and you promised you’d talk to your parents. I’m not going anywhere, I’m going to sit right there.” I handed her the phone and turned to sit on the sofa. I watched her talk to her mother, fully naked, her finger automatically sliding toward her clit as if it had a mind of its own. Was there no end to this girl’s sexual hunger?

  The conversation was simple enough. No voices were raised, no begging or anger. Was this a usual scenario for the mother and daughter? How often did this happen?

  Ashley handed me back my phone: “She wants to talk to you.” She got up and I almost crossed my legs instinctively, but she went for the bathroom instead. I was safe for now.

  “Ashley explained she met you on the internet. It’s not the first time she’s done it, and you sound like a nice guy.” After a pause she continued: “Listen, Ashley is very special,” - I noticed how she emphasized special - “and she gets herself into... situations. We are taking care of it. I don’t feel like I need to ask you for this, but please, don’t take advantage of her. Send her home back safely to us, as soon as possible.” I think she was on the verge of tears again. “She doesn’t know how dangerous this can be... she doesn’t understand. Do you understand?”

  I closed my eyes and nodded. Ashley hadn’t put clothes on since she took them off two days ago, and only yesterday I had to convince her that leaving the house without them was a terrible idea. Her mother didn’t need to convince me Ashley was not exactly normal. But there was something more. Something raw about Ashley that seemed to click with me. I was surprised at how I felt: calm, calculative, as if I could understand her better than I could understand her mother, better than anyone.

  “Yes Ms. Ryan, I understand perfectly. Don’t worry, I’ll talk to her also. She will be on the train back first thing tomorrow, I promise.”

  Chapter 6

  That night I forbade Ashley from touching me and instructed her to masturbate instead. Matt, an old and trusty friend, called to get more details about the developing story.

  “Let me get this straight. You have a beautiful nymph running naked in your house, whose only wish is to suck your cock by command, and you can’t handle it? Wuss!”

  “That’s right. It’s too much for me. I didn’t think the day would come, but I think four orgasms in one evening is my limit for now. I am working on it though,” I joked.

  “Ha. I wish I could have her for a minute, while you catch your breath...” And suddenly, that sounded like a blessing. I needed a break and I knew Ashley would demand more out of me as soon as I was off the phone. I knew she would agree to my plan.

  Ashley was pleased to please. She opened her Mac and the two connected via Skype. As I watched Ashley performing for my friend I experienced something strange and new: pride. I was proud of who she was and what she was doing so willingly. She was a sexual soul, probably the closest thing that comes to a flash and blood succubus in that regard. By giving her the option to masturbate again for my friend, I gave her more of what she needed, more than I could supply alone. It just made perfect sense to me.

  I left them both to it and decided to take a walk outside and enjoy a cigarette. It was the first time I had with myself in three days, aside the commute to work, and I thoroughly enjoyed it.

  When I was back, Ashley was packing her bag. She noticed me and smiled: “Evening Sir, did you enjoy your walk?”

  I nodded. “Packing for tomorrow morning?”

  She nodded back at me. I planted a kiss on top of her head and she blinked at me.

  “I’m proud of you. You did what I asked you to do: you called your parents, you masturbated and controlled yourself, and you even allowed Matt to enjoy you.” Matt had texted me on my walk, begging I would let Ashley play with him again later that evening. I declined. “He is very thankful, by the way,” I added.

  Her eyes beamed at me, and before I knew it she gave me another one of her bone crushing hugs. “Thank you Sir! Thank you!”

  “For what?” I was a bit dumbfounded. I didn’t think I do anything that special, I was just being honest.

  “For being proud of me. For allowing me to be here. For allowing me to be your pet, even for a little while...” I pulled her away from me gently, but she already knew what I was about to say. She had tears in her eyes. “I will grow it like you said. I will make you proud.” I let her head fall against my shoulder and embraced her in a warm hug before we retired to bed.

  The next day I helped her with her bag all the way into the train. We said our goodbyes, kissed, and she waved me through the window as the train started moving. I walked back up the stairs from the dock, a smile spreading over my face. I knew it wasn’t the last time I’d see Ashley.

 

 

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