PENNYâS TALE (A story of obsession)
I suppose Iâd loved her for years. I remember when we first met and she threw her arms around me in gratitude for the job Iâd given her. Waitress, only seasonal to start, six days a week, no work, no pay...you know the deal. I was old enough to be her Father.
Seasonal became full time, became senior, became supervisor. I never laid a finger on her...just watched and marvelled as this shy little mouse became more and more confident without losing that âfreshâ quality that I loved.
She was small, slim, nice tits, big eyes, blonde, early twenties. Just the sort of girl your mum would love you to take home. I thought I could handle it when the guys started to take notice. Usually she wasnât interested, but on occasions she would date some tourists..one night stands here and there. I couldnât handle it any longer. I had to tell her how I felt and of course, I got the big brush off. I thought I could handle that as well and so did she, but the strain was too much and she handed in her notice, telling me that she was going to work for some idiot in the next resort.
You must remember that this wasnât just some holiday romance. My feelings for this girl had been growing for three years by then and I snapped. I couldnât think of not seeing her every day, not being near to her when we worked, not ever having the chance to persuade her to be mine in body as well as mind. My love for her rapidly became twisted by the rejection into a dark lustful desire that I had to fulfil.
I had a place in the mountains miles from nowhere which I had had to keep very quiet from the tax man. It was large and isolated and well provisioned. No one would ever find us there apart from the people I wanted to. I rigged the car so that it couldnât be unlocked except by me and waited for my chance. It wasnât long before I saw her one day in town and picked her up. She needed no persuasion to get in the car. I shook with the anticipation of what I was about to do. Oblivious to the consequences, I drove her into the mountains to my hideaway. I let my eyes wander over her on the way, taking in every detail. Her blonde hair tied up, her tan, the start of her cleavage visible at the top of her blouse. My cock started to stiffen in anticipation. âI want you to see my hideaway before you goâ, I told her, brushing against her as I opened the door to the car.
I locked the front door behind me as we entered and ushered her through into my sitting room, locking that door behind us too as we went through also flicking the switch that started my video cams.
âSit down and watch thisâ I said. I put on a very convincing tape of a girl being stripped, raped and beaten up by several men and she watched with a morbid fascination.
âThat will be you unless you obey me completely, do you understand?â I said and to emphasise the point I pulled a wicked looking hunting knife out from a drawer and held it to her face.
âIf you donât do what you are told....â I let the sentence drift.
âYou will obey me?â I asked. She nodded, to scared to speak.
âStand thereâ, I indicated a spot just in front of my chair and she moved there.
âStrip to your bra and pantiesâ. She looked at me with a mixture of fear and loathing. âNow!â I shouted, and she jumped. As the tears started she kicked off her shoes, and began to unbutton her blouse until it was open all the way down. She slipped it off and then started on her jeans. As she unzipped them I got my first sight of her matching little panties barely holding her pussy. Her jeans were left on the floor and she stood before me, head bowed.
I stood up and walked behind her. I wanted to smell her; her warm womanly scent and perfume mixed together in a heady concoction. I couldnât keep my hands off her any longer and put my hands on her shoulders. It was as if I had electrocuted her. I could feel her initial recoil to my touch and then her trembling as I let my hands roam over her body. I went down her back to the top of her panties and then came up over the swell of her firm tummy letting my hands come to rest on the lacy material covering her tits. I squeezed the firm flesh beneath and felt her nipples swell involuntarily under my palms. I pulled the tie from her hair and held a hand full to my face as it tumbled around her shoulders
Sitting down again, I ordered her to take off her Bra and give it to me. She hesitated and I rose and slapped her across the face, reminding her of the consequences of disobedience. I sat down again and she did as she was told and reached behind her to unclasp herself, shrugging out of the cups. Her wonderful tits swayed slightly as she took the two or three paces towards me, and as she leant towards me to give me her bra, I reached up and cupped one in my hand. I pulled her towards me until I could get her nipple in my mouth and sucked until it was hard, rolling the other one in my fingers.
Sending her back to her spot, I pulled up a low stool and went and sat directly in front of her. My head was level with her thighs as I asked her to take of her panties. She pulled them off quickly, hoping to keep her legs together as much as possible and I let her stand there with her hands in front of herself for a short time, savouring the moment. I next explained to her that in my presence when not doing anything else, she would âassume the positionâ; i.e. hands behind her head, pelvis pushed forwards and legs wide apart. It took a heavy slap on her thighs to persuade her, but she then moved. I took my time enjoying my first close up view of her pussy, and let my hands wander up and down her smooth legs.