OK, But Be Forewarned - Sad Hardcore Netorare Stuff

You waited for Sindie to text her decision this afternoon yet here she was talking to that pathetic shit. “Hey, Davey boy! Let me help you get out of my way.” you said as you knocked him into his locker and closed the door. That’s when you pushed Sindie up against the lockers and got in her face. “Has my little piggy made up her mind yet?” you whispered. She quietly took her phone out to show you the text she had written but hadn’t sent yet “Please just let last night be enough! You disgust me and I want nothing to do with you so just leave us alone.”

You put your face right up to hers forcing her to look you straight in the eye and again the glimpse of disabling fear caught in her mind. “You know, I’d hate for all those fun pictures and videos from yesterday to get out to you and Davey’s friends and family.” Then without saying another word you took a pill from your pocket and as Sindie began to open her mouth and whimper a bit, you reached around and slide your hand down the back of her skirt and then slowly pushed the X with your middle finger three knuckles deep up her ass. You smiled as you heard her catch her breath and then a few moments later moan, her hot breath in your ear, “ … mmm ... yes … fuck me up… just leave Davey alone.”

Later that evening you gave Sindie a visit. Her mom answered the door and again you told her how lovely she looked as you gave her a charming wink and asked if Sindie was home. With a girlish giggle she invited you in. Mindful of the opportunity, you whispered to her that you heard that your uncle was looking for a family to host one of his partners from Jamaica for a week. The gasp and blush on her face when you showed her his picture told you all you needed to know about whether Sindie’s horny, frustrated mom would be a welcoming host for your uncles well endowed, Jamaican model. You were sure that she could be persuaded to even do it for free, saving your uncle’s BBC web business a bit of money.

Just then Sindie cautiously came down the steps from her room. “Guess what, your family is going to host a Jamaican business partner for my uncle. Won’t that be fun. I hear he is a big black fellow and it takes a lot to keep him satisfied when he comes for a visit, but there has never been any complaints from the other families he’s stayed with.” You gave Sindie a wicked smile and said “I don’t know … what do you think, Sindie’s Mom, do you have a spare room … or maybe, he can bunk with Sindie. I believe he told my uncle that in his country every one sleeps in the same room. I think he would be very lonely if he had to bunk by himself.”

Sindie’s Mom sputtered “W-w-well I … don’t think that … would be too appropriate … a man sleeping …”

You show Sindie’s Mom the picture again and hand her the phone to browse the next few … you can almost feel the heat and dampness rise between her legs as she begins to stammer, “Mmm m-m-maybe it would be … OK … "

“You of course would have to look after his needs when Sindie was off at school and your husband is at work. You’d have him all to yourself then. What do you think? Can I tell my uncle that I’ve found an accommodating family that is willing to have their resources stretched a bit to satisfy the needs of our Jamaican friend?” you ask, giving Mom another charming wink.

Now flustered Sindie’s Mom says “Sindie, well … it’s only a week, dear. Mmmm … he is a very important guest … and well, he should have his own bed … sweety, why don’t you go see if that old mattress is still in the basement. Maybe you and Arlo can bring it up to your room for you to sleep on while our guest has your bed ... maybe we could put a blanket across the middle of the room for privacy if you want.”

Sindie looked shocked “What? But M-m-mom … no! Please …”

“That’s enough, dear! Just do what I say. We can’t have our important guest feeling lonely at night and unattended in a strange house!” she admonished.

You smirked at the hurt, humiliated look on Sindie’s face. ‘Again, so fucked up.’ you thought to yourself, ‘Sindie's Mom with out even realizing it just made her own daughter feel so worthless.’ Chuckling you whisper to Sindie, “Looks like your mother agrees with me, your true calling in life is to attend to men like a dirty little whore.”

Then you spoke up asking, “Where’s the basement, Mom? Come on Sindie lets find your new bed. You know, Mrs. Mom, this is almost like fate intervening. I promised Sindie there would be a special occasion coming up in her life and now here it is! Oh and it’s going to be a big one! I think this black guy will help your daughter open up to new opportunities and expand her ... view of what the world has to offer her. I hope she can handle it.”