“You could never imagine how much.”
“Well…My laptop did die the other day.”
Arthur pondered. “That's a pretty expensive item.”
She shrugged. “You asked what I needed.”
“I did, I did indeed. Hmm.”
Morgan looked away again as nonchalantly as she could and continued to sip at her latte.
Arthur thought for a minute. He didn't care about the money, he had gobs of it. In his mind he put together a deal. A minute later he leaned towards her and whispered in her ear.
“Okay, you get a laptop. But what I want see all. We pick out two outfits and bring them to the changing room to try on. I get to watch you from beginning to end. Everything comes off each time, no hurrying.”
Without looking back Morgan considered. She had hardly ever showed the voyeur crew her bottom. Was she about to let him see it from just a few feet away?
Fifteen minutes later they were exiting Radio Shack with a new HP Pavilion notebook in tow.
Five minutes later Morgan was picking out a bikini to go along with the spandex aerobic outfit that Arthur had already chosen. Once again she felt as though she was on autopilot.
As Arthur followed her to the dressing room he again fixed his eyes on her tight ass, loving how it moved as she walked. In a few seconds he was going to watch her pull off her panties and show it to him. He had already bet himself that she was a real blonde.
As Morgan stepped into the changing room she hung the outfits on the hook and turned back. Arthur had already set the laptop case on the floor and was staring at her. Once again everything seemed to have been a blur and she was not sure how it all ended up right here. But here she was about to strip naked in front of this sweaty overweight coke bottle glasses pervert. Her legs suddenly felt rubbery.
“I'm uh, a little nervous.”
“Don't be, you're a beautiful girl.”
“Umm, the bikini or the spandex?”
“Bikini”
She didn't look at him as she stripped. First her shirt and bra then her pants.
Arthur watched unbelievingly as this sweet young thing disrobed. He only wished he could stroke himself as she stripped. Seeing her tits again made him smile. Then those great legs, so toned.
“Do you run? You're legs look great”
“I run a lot for soccer.”
She turned away from his as she dropped her panties. Never in all his porn watching days had he seen anything so perfect. He wanted to taste her so bad.
“Turn around” he whispered. And she did. Her golden fleece barely hid those sweet lips tucked so nicely between her legs. Such creamy white flesh. Not a crease, a sag, a blemish, a wrinkle. Her titties seemed to defy gravity as though an invisible pair of hands lifted them keeping her nipples pointed almost upwards.
Morgan took the bikini off the hook and slowly put it on.
“Pretend you're checking it out. In the mirror.”
Morgan turned to the mirror and looked at herself. She wasn't crazy about the suit but it didn't really matter, did it.
“Now the spandex.”
Morgan started taking off the bikini.
“Slower.”
She slowed, letting him drink in her view. Again she was totally naked in front of him and reached again for her next outfit.
Arthur watched her pull the tight silky material up her legs and over her butt letting it snap into place. He almost orgasmed as she struggled to pull the tiny top over her head. Her titties were pointed almost skywards now. And they jiggled ever so slightly as she finally worked the top over her head and down covering her chest.
“Turn around for me.”
Slowly Morgan pirouetted. She could swear he was actually drooling now as his mouth hung open and his eyes glued on her scanning up and down her body.
Finally he nodded approval and she removed her top and bottoms again. By now she just wanted to get out of there. She kneeled down to pick up her panties.
“No, don't kneel. Bend over and pick them up.”
With her back to him she obliged. She bent forward and reached for her panties on the floor.
“Stop.”
Arthur knew he would never forget this view. From behind he could see her little pink lips between her legs. They parted ever so slightly from her being in such a bent position. Her tits dangled as much as they could dangle. Just how much he'd pay to come up behind her right now and jam his cock into he couldn't guess, probably all the money he had. He'd sell his fucking house just to feel how tight that little cunt would be as he forced himself in.
Morgan put on her panties and bra. Once again she found him gone as soon as her shirt was on. She sighed in relief and excitement as she finished dressing. She knew what Mr Arthur would be doing soon. She grabbed her new prize and headed out to her bike.
As Morgan rode home she wondered what he'd look like when he touched himself. Later in bed she was thinking the very same thing when she came.
When Arthur came he was picturing young Morgan bent over the arm of his couch as he fucked her from behind, her tiny feet lifting off the ground each time he pounded himself inside her. He imagined shooting his load deep inside her. Oh yes he needed to fuck her so bad. Oh yes.
On Wednesday Morgan's inner mind got the best of her. She had her new laptop running now and was back checking out the chatroom. For some reason she told Ted that her mother had a date this Friday night. Not more than a minute later Ted informed the room that he would be getting some nice clear digital pics for the room by the weekend.
There was no way she was going to let him drug her. But what if she pretended, pretended to be out of it. What would he do?
When Friday arrived the best of her took over. Things were going too far. Morgan decided to go to the movies with Darsey instead of staying home. Needless to say Ted and the chatroom were disappointed. Besides, the next day, Saturday was her first game.
During the game she never realized there was someone in the crowd of Soccer moms and dads that was there for only her. MASTERCK4891 had his binoculars trained on her the whole game. He was finally looking at the real live Morgan in action. His long coat hid his enormous hard on. He already knew where she lived. He was waiting there last night, disappointed. She wasn't home for Ted to give her the dose and get his little photo session. He wanted to wait for Ted to leave so he could have his own special session with Morgan. Patience.
When Monday rolled around Morgan wasn't surprised to run into Arthur at the mall. Perhaps she could do something quick and earn another iPod. She giggled to herself as she didn't even want it for herself. She'd give it to Darsey. She just wanted to strip for Arthur, feel his eyes on her. It was like a drug. A little drug for the secret slut inside her. She knew this Friday she would stay home for Ted. Geez, if anyone at school knew what she was doing, what she was thinking.
Arthur was already drenched in sweat. He never knew he would elevate it to this level. It was a stupid chance and he knew it. But he planned it well so what the fuck.
Morgan was surprised when Arthur handed her the thick envelope.
“Take this home and look at it. Think about it. Everything's there.”
And he was gone. Morgan stood there befuddled with the strange envelope.
There was no way she was going all the way home before opening it. She headed towards the bathroom and locked herself in the stall. She opened the envelope and pulled out a number of papers, all Xeroxed copies of large typed print, each page in a different font.
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