The Jogger

Since Lisa and Ms. Miller live nearby, they probably aren't going anywhere. The jogger on the other hand, you know she isn't around all the time.

She comes bounding down the sidewalk towards you, breathing a little hard. You stroke your dick as you close the distance, walking towards her. She sees you coming and shifts to the other side of the sidewalk, trying to pass you. You put your arms out, implying you want her to stop. She slows down and stops a few feet from you.

"Hey, how you are this morning?", you ask.
She jogs in place, obviously frustrated you stopped her.
"Umm, jogging, please get out of my way."
She takes a step forward but you step in front of her again.
"What's your name? I'm David."
She eyes you up, "I'm Jen, but I don't have time to chit-chat, David."
You watch her breasts shift around in her sports bra as she hops in front of you, trying to maintain her jog.
"That's fine, Jen, I don't want to chit-chat anyway."
You grin, still stroking your dick.
"Umm, ok", Jen replies with a confused look.
You step towards her and reach for her arm.
"I want a blowjob."
You grab her arm and she snaps away from you.
"Eww, you pervert, get away from me!"

You laugh and then lunge forward, roughly grabbing both her arms and holding her still.
"Here's the deal, bitch. Either I let you give me a nice, relaxing blowjob, right here, right now."
You lick your lips as you stare into her terrified eyes.
"Or, I simply throw you down and face-fuck the hell out of you."
Her eyes go wide and she struggles against your grasp.
"I'm in a good mood this morning, Jen, so I'm gonna let you choose."
Jen finally looks down at your cock and gasps.
"Well, what's it gonna be?"
She looks back up at you and ...