A new day had begun, the time for children to go to school while their mothers enjoyed a good time with their fathers. In most residential homes, one could hear the sounds of moaning coming from the windows.
Rex Stone, a man of little words who lived in the residential zone across Mr. Johnson's Apartment, he was quite tall, standing at an imposing height that made him a force to not be reckoned with, an old scar on his cheek with dark, creamy skin adding to the scare and slick back hair that made him look like a mob boss. Sitting in front of his standing mirror at the edge of his neatly furnished room, dressed in a neatly pressed suit, he sighed.
"Another day, huh?" he said with a deep and heavy tone, like he had screamed his guts out all his life. Taking the comb from his drawer, he stroked lightly at his hair.
For that moment, he felt at peace, the quietness of his home with no wife and child to bother him added to his peace and he could finally smile, his expression shifting slightly, though he wasn't the type to smile with everyone. He was usually cold and detached, but he was very focused in his work.
He had remembered the words of his younger sister, always telling him to smile during hard times and be happy. And just as those words sunk in, the ring of his cellphone disrupted him.
He sighed as the phone's buzzing deeply annoyed him, trying to trace the buzzing sound his gaze landed on his bed and there the phone laid. Rising from his seat, he went to investigate the source of this buzzing only to be greeted with a caller ID, "I thought I put this on DND," he said, picking the phone as he read the name of the caller.
Deborah Thompson was the name.
"Deborah? What does she want?" he asked, but in order to have his questions answered, he needed to answer this call.
The one who was known as Deborah, the lady behind the other line was a good work friend of Rex who seemed to slack off very much. She was a laid-back duchess with brown, curly hair and freckles on her brown skin, her eyes a strange, ocean blue color giving the impression that she was of mixed origins.
As soon as Rex had answered the call with a slight, 'Yea, Hello?' Deborah screamed into the phone.
"Wake up! Wake up! Sleepyhead!" she shouted.
Rex groaned as the lady's voice seemed to strike a nerve, causing him to almost drop the phone. "Can I help you, Deborah?" he said with an annoyed tone.
"Geez, you don't have to be so mean, especially when I came to see you," said Deborah from the other line.
Rex's brows knitted as he heard this, he immediately rushed to his window which faced his porch and indeed there was Deborah, adorned in her tight-fitting outfit, a cropped, yellow sundress that brought out her busty figure, her breast plump as ever and her ass that jiggled at every motion. And not to mention the signature curly had now being turned to braids.
As she caught sight of him, Deborah began to wave, her hand stretched out with a toothy smile on her face.
Rex sighed, waving back, though his attention wasn't on her gestures or her body gestures, but her vessel was astonishing, his eyes directed at her boobs. He had known fully well that she had a partner, but he didn't care; at least they weren't married, besides he was the type to stare and accidentally rub or touch when the crowds were too much in their train rides to work.
He basically admired the vessel rather than the individual, but he was in control, of course, even though he wanted at least he wanted a little taste, maybe grab and spank. Deborah did know about Rex's strange obsession, and she was sure that he wanted to fuck her till she dropped, though she never really cared, as he was a good friend.
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Back to the center of attention, the young man who was bound to conquer and liquify the pussies of five women, Levi Quinn, a 25-year-old working-class citizen, had gotten the day started by placing the bedsheets stained with cum and clit juices, probably after five orgasms, inside his washing machine.
When that was done with, he turned to his remaining chores, sweeping every dirt that was left on the floor, before doing his workout, something he planned to do in the gym. Once he was done, he washed himself up with a hot shower, washing away every fingerprint and body fluid that the women had left on his body, especially his groin.
As he did all these, he had hoped that the memory of what transpired last night would go away, maybe leave him even if it was just five minutes, but such memories just don't fade away. Every second, it played in his head, reminding him that he was at the mercy of these women, a part of him did like the treatment, but the blackmailing aspect irritated him greatly.
Now he sat in his dining room, staring down at a plate of pasta which was prepared by the beautiful Jennifer Sinclair, who happened to give one last sloppy blowjob before exiting his home. As he dug into the meal, he couldn't think anymore as his hunger was quenched, though the meal was quite delicious.
After he was done with the exquisite meal, he was ready to face the world with a full stomach at least. Rising from his chair, he hastened his way towards the exit door, not forgetting to pick up his office bag, and just as his hand grazed the doorknob, a strange feeling struck him like another thought; he could feel that something dangerous loomed behind the door.
Gathering all the resolve he had left in his being, he turned the doorknob, opening it and just as he suspected, somebody loomed behind the door but the fact that this person was dangerous wasn't right, she barely stood at a height of five feet and six feet tall, being quite petite with plumpy breasts that caught Levi's attention.
Levi noticed the young woman's pixie, blonde hair, big blue eyes that glanced into his soul, but what got his attention was how small and attractive her form was.
"Well, if it isn't the handsome and elegant, Levi Quinn," she said in a foreign tone that showed she was in some English-speaking country, probably from Britain culture.
Written and Illustrated by NRB_Quill
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