Ella Unbound Pt. 03

As Jake eased the Porsche out of the parking garage, he caught sight of the canvas shopping bag perched on the passenger seat. He punched the sports car's go pedal, entered the highway at twice the legal speed limit and sighed.

Sure, the store was on the way home. But Ella was a college student with her own car. Why did HE have to return her leggings?

"Never fall in love with someone else's kids," he muttered.

Love or lust? Or a sick combination of the two?

The question led Jake's mind back to the afternoon he bought the leggings for his step-daughter.

How they fit Ella's sleek body, clinging to her long lean legs and rock hard ass like a second skin.

How the matching magenta top cradled her small firm breasts, revealing every inch of their perfect shape.

How the gap between the bra top and the leggings showcased her sculpted abs, honed by years of dance, gymnastics and martial arts.

Jake remembered the fantasy occupying his thoughts while he watched Ella chose an outfit guaranteed to fuel his raging lust...

Slipping into Ella's dressing room. Not caring about anything other than ramming the monster down his step-daughter's throat. Making the 22-year-old cock-teasing bitch his fuck toy.

The fantasy had its effect. Jake's beer-can thick 9.5" manhood lengthened, thickened and hardened to its full glory, stretching down his thigh, trapped between his leg and his pants.

Jake reached into the shopping bag and felt the legging's smooth, stretchy material. he imagined sliding it down Ella's insanely fit body, ready to be ravished by her horse-hung step-father.

Jake pulled the leggings from the bag and held them to his nose They smelled of nothing but the store, but the soft high-tech fabric against his face was a rush.

Fighting the urge to release the beast, Jake put the leggings on the seat and dialed-up his favorite band.

A minute later, he scanned the Porsche's mirrors, eased off the gas, unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants. After an uncomfortable struggle, he managed to free his enormous rock hard cock.

Jake aimed one of the AC vents at his manhood. The relief was palpable, but far from relaxing. If anything, the cool air blowing against his hot flesh increased his carnal cravings.

Jake picked up Ella's unwanted leggings, wrapped them around his massive hard-on and rubbed the material up and down his wrist-thick shaft.

His imagined fucking Ella in the pool house. Working his gigantic cock into her soaking wet pussy from behind, facing the full-length mirror.

Seeing Ella's face contorted by pain and pleasure. Her mouth open wide. Her eyes looking into his. Pleading.

"Please!" she'd gasp. "It's too big!"

Jake was moments away from spraying the Porsche's interior with cum. The only way to stop that: fire his seed into Ella's unwanted leggings.

Yes, but...

Ella kept all her receipts. She stpred them in a filing cabinet like a damn accountant. When Jake got home, he'd have to hand Ella the exchange receipt or lie that he'd lost it.

"I've lost it alright," Jake laughed.

Jake removed his hand from the monster, stuffed the leggings back in the canvas bag and, with considerable difficulty, returned his massive member to its prison.

The monster wasn't happy. Jake wasn't happy -- especially when he saw the salesman locking the front door. The same pretty boy who'd flirted with Ella.

The boy recognized Jake, smiled graciously, and began unlocking the door.

As Jake waited, he took another look at the college-aged kid bending the rules on his behalf.

While his long blond hair, fine features and robin's egg blue eyes were "cute," the term "pretty boy" werent quite right.

Genetics and gym time had blessed the boy with a buff body built for speed and strength, barely hidden by a loose-fitting muscle shirt and running shorts.

Something of a serious athlete, then. If so, no champion. Nothing about the way he moved indicated a winner's confidence.

Still you never know, Jake said silently to himself. But there's one thing I DO know. That I remember from my last visit...

As Jake entered the store, the boy stood to one side and dipped his head. A sign of deference -- timed to steal a look at Jake's crotch. Which displayed Jake's sexual frustration in no uncertain terms.

"I can help you over here," the salesman said, pointing at the counter, locking the door behind them.

Although the boy must have said the words a million times, Jake sensed nervousness.

"Ella called earlier," the salesman said more confidently, taking his position behind the counter.

Jake handed him the bag.

"The leggings she wants are less expensive than the ones she bought," the salesman said, accepting the bag and placing it on the counter behind him.



"I bought," Jake corrected.

"I'll refund your credit card," Carl promised with a sympathetic smile.

"What's your name?" Jake asked, tapping his credit card against the POS screen.

"Carl."

"What sport do you play Carl?" Jake asked, returning his card to his wallet

"Hockey."

"What position?"

"Defense. Receipt in the bag OK?"

Jake nodded and held out his hand for the receipt.

"I saw the way you looked at her," Carl said in a hushed voice, making eye contact as he handed Jake the paper.

"Think very carefully about what you're about to say," Jake warned, slowly folding the receipt.

Carl placed the new bag on the counter front of Jake.

"Ella's in my history class," Carl said, as if the revelation explained and excused his observation.

"Nice," Jake said, nodding slowly. "And you want to fuck her," he added in a-matter-of-fact tone.

Carl scanned Jake's face, trying to decide how to respond.

"She's very beautiful," he said cautiously.

"Oh wait," Jake said, snapping his fingers and tilting his head. "You don't want to fuck Ella, do you Carl?"

Carl stood behind the counter, frozen in place like a deer caught in the headlights.

"No," he said uncertainly.

"I saw the way you looked at my dick."

Jake paused to watch Carl's reaction. Fear? Embarrassment? Shame? Yes, but also excitement.

"I know what you are," Jake announced. "You're a size queen. Do you know what that means?"

Carl shook his head, acknowledging Jake's declaration while lying about his ignorance.

"You want to watch a real man fuck. In real life. Also," Jake said, pushing the shopping bag aside and leaning over the counter. "You're my bitch."

Carl's eyes widened in shock. But he didn't say anything. Didn't argue the point.

"Am I real man Carl?"

"I... I mean... I can't..."

Jake waited.

"Yes," Carl answered finally.

"And why is that Carl?"

"Your cock," Carl said, hesitant but properly reverential.

"You have a small cock, don't you Carl?"

The question hit the boy like a block of cement, stunning him into silence. The expression on his face went from hurt and anger to shame and self-loathing.

Jake felt bad for the boy. But not much. Like most if not all male size queens, Carl was getting off on humiliation. A service Jake was more than happy to provide.

"You're not a real man are you Carl?"

"No," Carl said quietly.

"No you're not. You're pathetic. Come over here," Jake commanded, gesturing to his side of the counter.

Carl walked out from behind the counter to the front, eyes down.

"Lean back against the counter," Jake instructed. "And don't you move a god damn muscle."

Jake approached Carl, slipped a hand under Carl's T-shirt and began running it over Carl's body.

"Girls love this don't they? These huge shoulders, these muscled arms, these hard abs. So strong. So powerful. But they don't know the truth do they?"

"No."

"What don't they know Carl?"

"That I have a small dick."

"Good boy. Right answer."

Jake rested his hand on Carl's chest.

"Your heart's beating so fast," Jake said. "Something wrong?"

"I'm excited," Carl confessed.

Jake's hand descended down Carl's chiseled abs and flat stomach. Into his running shorts. On to Carl's cock.

"Yeah you are," Jake said with a sarcastic laugh. "Not that anyone would notice."

"Please stop," Carl whispered unconvincingly.

"No girl wants to get fucked by a cock this small," Jake continued. "This useless piece of shit will never satisfy a woman."

"Oh god," Carl gasped.

"Have you jerked off thinking about my cock Carl?

"Yes."

"Thinking about me fucking the girls you want to fuck."

"Yes."

Jake moved closer, pressing the monster against Carl's leg, putting his mouth next to Carl's ear.

"Feel that?" Jake asked seductively. "The monster is going to give you your first taste of cum. Lots of cum."

"Fuck," Carl gasped, his hips moving back and forth, trying to fuck Jake's hand.

"Don't cum Carl," Jake growled.

Jake's hand clamped-down on Carl's cock. He wrapped his other hand around Carl's throat and pressed.

"Don't you DARE fucking cum."

"I won't," Carl promised, shaking his head.

"You got a girlfriend Carl?"

"Yes."

"Is she pretty?"

"Yes.'

"She doesn't know what she's missing, does she Carl? But she's going to know."

"I want to watch," Carl pleased breathlessly, desperately.

"i know you do," Jake condescended.

Jake released his hands from Carl's cock and throat and stepped back from the counter.

"Maybe I'll let you watch," Jake teased as he unzipped his pants, undid his belt and pulled out the monster. "Maybe not."

"I can help you with Ella," Carl said, his blue eyes riveted on Jake's gigantic cock.

"The next words out of my mouth. The next thing in your mouth? This."

Responding to a simple hand gesture, Carl took a few steps forward, dropped to his knees and started worshipping Jake's monster cock.

Carl's surprisingly adept cock-sucking skills brought the monster closer and closer to satisfying Carl's hunger for big cock cum.

Jake felt the pressure building, wondering if he could trust Carl not to tell his wife about his lust for her daughter.

If Susan didn't know it already. But until that was sorted out one way or another, adding another variable into the fucking Ella equation was bound to blow up in Jake's face.

Speaking of which...

Jake thrust a good eight inches of cock-meat down Carl's throat, gagging him. The boy took it like a pro; he surfaced for air, regained his composure, then went straight back to deep throating.

Judging from Carl's subservience to the monster, the boy would do anything for regular access. And NOT do anything that would risk losing it.

How Ella's classmate could deliver Ella to the monster was another question. But not whether or not Carl wanted Jake to fire a huge load of hot cum down Carl's virgin throat.

A desire the monster fulfilled beyond Carl's wildest fantasies. Just as Carl would fulfill Jake's dream to make his step-daughter his bitch.