Author: Powerone and Jessy19
Title: Not A Saint
Summary: Michael has to have her. Jessica, new to the company, becomes his
friend, not knowing his plans to take her and make her submit to him and force
her to love him.
Keywords: M/F, nc, anal. oral, fist, reluc, bond, span, enem
Not A Saint
Copyright 2003 by Jessy19 and Powerone. Jessy19 can be reached at
deadgirl_superstar81@yahoo.com and Powerone at Controlher@hotmail.com.
Chapter 1 The Meeting
I can always remember the way I use to look at Jessica. Her long dark
silky hair and her almond shaped brown eyes mesmerized me. Her skin looked so
soft and delicate. She had that fresh innocent look about her, her smile so
sweet and such a tease. I used to stare at her for hours obsessed by this
beautiful girl. The kind of girl any man would want for himself. She never had
any clue how much I use to think about her. I often went into a rage, knowing
she'd never be mine.
I'd often masturbate thinking of how she'd feel. How her lips would
feel on mine, how her body would quiver with excitement as she came. This young
girl had no idea how I'd often fantasized about kidnapping her and making her my
little sex slave. She'd be such a good obedient slave. I'd make sure of that!
It started last summer when I was working as the head custodian at one
of the largest advertising companies in California. I'd worked for other
companies, but this one was huge and it paid well for someone of my position.
The company was run mostly by white males who had gone to college and were
achieving their dream. The women that worked there were mostly in their 30's
but all very sexy. Although I'd often look at these women, I never really took
in consideration of kidnapping any of them. Besides the fact that they were
either married or engaged, was sort of a turn off for me. I wanted a nice
single girl. Someone I could make mine all mine.
I'd been working at the company for over two years now and that's when I
finally met Jessica. I still remember her walking in the big glass doors. She
looked lost and so innocent. She looked no older than 21. I was down at the
main floor doing my usual cleaning when I looked up at her. She was wearing a
short little brown business skirt and her white button up silk blouse that was
covered by her matching brown blazer. Her legs were long and a beautiful tan
color, which were standing on a pair of brown high heels. She carried her black
leather briefcase closely.
I watched as she walked over to the front desk obviously asking for
directions. I was completely hypnotized by her elegance and grace. I'd never
seen such a pretty girl before. Just looking at her was making my cock begin to
rise. She was talking to the receptionist for a while and then proceeded to
head towards the elevators. I watched as she walked slowly, letting me admire
every curve she had. She passed by me and gave me a kind and warm smile.
"Hello," she said softly and walked on by.
I was speechless and felt paralyzed. This girl took my breath away and
I knew I had to have her one way or another. I kept my eye on her until the
elevator door closed. No other woman in that building had ever spoken to me
before. They were all stuck up rich bitches that only spoke to wealthy men.
But there was something different about this girl. She had something those
other women didn't have and it wasn't just because of her age, but something
that was hidden deep down.
For the next few days, all I could think about was that lovely girl
dressed in brown that I had seen. I'd jacked off to her curvaceous body several
times. I just kept thinking what she looked like naked. What she would say as
I took her, making her cum. Fuck! This girl was in for a treat. I just had to
find her again.
One afternoon, I was cleaning up one of the main boss' office, when I
heard that soft sweet voice I'd heard a few days ago. I turned around to see
that beautiful girl that had been dressed in brown. Today she was dressed in a
navy blue skirt, still short, showing off those long golden legs. She stood
outside the door talking to Mr. Krandal, the main boss. Mr. Krandal was at
least my age 45 or 46. He kept in shape as I did, but his hair was slightly
gray and mine was jet-black. I could see the way his eyes wondered down at this
young girl. It was easily shown how bad he'd want to have her in bed.
"Well thank you Mr. Krandal," I heard the girl say.
"Well Jessica, you know you were recommended to us by the dean of your
college so we are delighted to have you work with us," Mr. Krandal responded
gently, putting one hand on her shoulder.
Ah, Jessica. Her name was Jessica. My heart was racing with wild
thoughts of fucking this girl without her consent. And at the same time, I made
a fist, wanting to beat the shit out of this rich bastard for even getting to
touch the beauty. Their conversation continued but I was just lost looking at
Jessica. Mr. Krandal was flirting viciously with this girl but she wasn't
flirting back. Oh what a good girl she was! Other girls would have been taking
their tops off now anything to get in bed with the rich asshole.
