You Are Now My Property – Part 1

Eric was feeling good. Good and horny. He hadn’t been laid in two days, since he’d left his home in Connecticut. As he sped down the highway in the vintage Mustang convertible he’d gotten for his high school graduation, he lit up a joint and turned on the radio, but nothing was coming in clearly. He was driving through rural Florida on his way to his freshmen year at the University of Miami, and he was anxious to get there and start his new life.

He hit the “scan” button on the radio; it went through the whole dial twice before stopping on a local station. Britney Spears was moaning something about how she did it again. Eric hated her music with a passion, but wouldn’t have minded bangin’ her until she was moaning about something else entirely. Chances are Britney wouldn’t have minded too much, either… Eric had been the best-looking guy in his senior class, and had become something of a legend among his peers. The guys were awe-struck by the number of girls he’d bedded, and word circulated among the girls that his technique was even better than his looks… and that was saying a lot. Eric was 5’11, with a tight swimmer’s build, and a 6-pack of abs you could grate cheese on. Throw in a handsome face, blond hair that fell into piercing blue eyes, a great smile, and a big dick he liked to showcase in tight pants and shorts, and you had a stud who was used to getting a LOT of action.

Yes, ol’ Britney would’ve been on her knees in a second if she’d met Eric. He started fantasizing about her blowing him, and unconsciously reached down and started rubbing his crotch. He was wearing just a thin pair of running shorts with tight white jockeys underneath. Nothing else. He’d even kicked off his sneakers and thrown them in the back seat. The sun was beating down on his tanned, muscled body, the joint was kicking in, and he was imagining Britney deep-throating his full 8 inches. Soon a large wet spot appeared on the front of his shorts. Eric was feeling really good.

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