Before, I get in to the story, I would like to say a few things. This is my first story and I think I might have another on the way. So if you all like, then let me know so I can put the next one up when its ready. If there is something that could be better, than just send me a message, and I will see if I can fix it. That being said, this story is about non-consensual sex. If you don't like that, than I suggest you find something else to read. And if anyone wants to be my editor, contact me.
My name is Jason Caldebolg. I am manager of a small bookstore owned by a wealthy family. I was born the June of 1990 to a Dr. Silica Caldebolg. I never meet my father, but I always assumed he was a nobody. I am twenty four years of age, and I have both an older sister (27), and a younger sister (21). I live with my older sister Alissa. She own a rather large estate in San Antonio Texas, and has a additional building on the building on the property. It was originally built to house a live in maid, but when I got my AA and my sister had her first kid, she offered me a free place to stay, as long as I look after the little monster (now two). Life was pretty sweet, me and my sister were pretty close, her husband Gregory Holand loved that I always had something to read to the kids, and I loved spending time with my young niece and nephew.
Unlike my older sister, I never really had a lot of ambition. Alissa always wanted to become a big CEO, or something like that. By time she was in ninth grade, she had already decided what her main college was, and what her fall backs would be. She was president of the Debate team, and lead interviewer of our high school's Newspaper staff. And when graduation came around, she had more volunteer ours, the highest GPA, and the most academic honors in school history. This was all very, very unusual for people in the area. Especially people who were black like my family.
I on the other hand was a bit different. I have an Eidetic Memory, which means I remember most sounds images and other things like that. When I was in second grade, I watched some on play a simple song by Beethoven on the violin and taught myself how to play it on the piano we owned, based on the sounds I remembered. Since that day, my mom insisted that I be involved in music and other things. So I did. I learned how to play the guitar, piano, violin, harp and saxophone. I also sculpted, painted and sketched. Though I was very good at all of these, my grades where C's. I really didn't try, because it came so easily. I would memorize the books and lectures, and then get A's on almost every test and quiz.
I went to a local art institute in Texas, and got a scholarship for painting there. I majored in art history, with a focus on painting, and then graduated. After all that, my sister took me in. She also got me my first job. By this time, she had already been married, and was pregnant with Todd. A friend of her husband needed someone to run the book store while they were away for the summer and I got the position. It was really a great book store. Had a large selection, and a small coffee shop on the other end of the shop. But it was losing money. The people who owned it had started it a year ago, but didn't take it seriously because they had ridiculous amounts of money.
When the family returned from their trip, and saw that I had managed to triple what the shop was bringing in at the time, they asked me how. I had really done nothing, but memorize the different sections, and authors in each. That being said, I was able to help more customers, more efficiently, which brought in even more customers. They ended up keeping me on there as associate manager, and the money kept coming in.
A few months ago, when I was about to leave for the night, I had heard the strangest thing. I wasn't exactly sure what it was, so I went to where the sound was coming from. When I got where the sound was loudest, I noticed that the soft buzzing, was coming from Ms. Greyson's office. Her husband was the owner of the book store, and because she loved to read, she manage it. The sound was louder here, but I could still here something else. I knocked on the door lightly, but got no response. I leaned in to the door, pressing my ear against it so I could hear better. And what I heard shocked me.
Coming from inside the room, was a whimpering sound and moaning. It was clear that she was masturbating, and really in to it. Gasps, and comments like, "Fuck that slutty pussy!" where all too easy to hear, and where starting to give me an erection. I was frozen in place, as my cock stiffened. I listened on as she got closer and closer to cumming, and was surprised when I heard what she screamed next when she came. "Fuck my slutty white pussy with your big black cock, you son of a bitch!", no sooner were the words out of her mouth before, I could hear her screaming in pleasure.
