Owning susan chapter 1
Susan sat on the bus in a cloud of despondency. She had just been to her fourth job interview of the week and she knew she wasn't going to hear anything more from them. The gentleman conducting her interview had been less than positive and had spent most of the interview talking to her tits. Of course she would have been happy for him to do that if only it meant she would get the job. But that was never going to be likely and Susan wondered how she was going to pay the rent next week.
When Susan thought back over the last year it was in a state of bewilderment. A year ago she had been happily married, or so she thought, to a wonderful man who looked after her and kept her secure without ever having to worry about anything. She had worked hard in the house to keep him happy and never refused him anything. She kept the house spotless, cooked his meals exactly as he wanted, and never, ever, refused him anything in the bedroom. Then one day she came back home from a day out with her mom to find her husband fucking his secretary in the marital bed. And when they realised she was watching, they just carried on regardless. Susan felt totally humiliated and when her husband decided to speak to her ( with his girlfriend by his side, grinning) she offered him a divorce and that he could keep everything. she was sure he would refuse the offer and recognise the effort she had made to accommodate his every need. Susan was totally wrong. The offer was accepted and she was thrown out of the house that very day, her only possessions being the clothes she stood in and a few hundred pounds her husband gave her, so she could find a flat to rent. She had found three jobs in a year, each had been minimum wage and none had lasted when her bosses had realised she wasn't going to put out.
"Forty two years old, owning nothing and with no prospects" she thought as she dragged herself out of her reverie. She found herself half way home on her bus journey and the bus was just pulling up to a stop. Susan idly looked out of the window and saw a good looking young man waiting to board. Susan guessed he was about 20 and she thought he looked very self-assured for one of such tender years. The young man got on the bus with his half dozen bags of shopping and came down the aisle looking for a seat. He looked at Susan with his piercing gaze and she immediately dropped her eyes to the floor, embarrassed.
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John stood at the bus stop, wishing he could be somewhere else. Anywhere else in fact. Yesterday John's car had broken down and now it was in the garage for repair. That annoyed him enough, but when he'd looked in the fridge this morning he knew he had no choice but to go shopping for food. Combine this with having to catch the bus and John was engaged in his two least favourite activities. John had done well in his short life, mostly by playing the stock market with the help of a small inheritance and he detested having to mix with the hoi polloi.
The bus he was waiting for finally decided to arrive and John picked up his bags and boarded. Walking down the aisle he caught the eye of a middle aged woman, but she quickly dropped her gaze to the floor. With his predators instinct he spotted a chance and took it, convinced from her reaction she was a bit submissive even if she didn't know it. He sat down next to the woman and smiled. Then he went to work chatting, asking her name and getting a short resume of her life story out her before his stop came up. All the time she kept her eyes cast down which delighted John. It turned out that they only lived two streets away from each other and would be getting off at the same stop.
As they got up John asked Susan if she wouldn't mind carrying a couple of his bags and felt a frission of excitement when she just blushed and nodded.
They got off the bus and walked around the corner, as the bus disappeared into the distance. John was very excited about how Susan acted submissively and decided to push his luck as far as he could. Turning towards Susan he framed his statement very carefully.
" You know Susan, actually I am very tired and these bags are heavy. I want you to carry them all Susan if its not too much trouble" he said with a faint smile on his face, and offered her the bags before she could react.
She took his bags dumbly, her face looking like a rabbit caught in the headlights of a car. She was astonished at her own acquiesence. This man half her age was treating her like his personal servant, and by the time she had framed a reply in her mind, he had walked off down the street telling her to hurry up! He ambled along with his hands in his pockets and looking like he didn't have a care in the world, all the time with Susan struggling to keep up with all the bags. And they were going past her house!
"excuse me!" she called him " this is my house".
He looked back in exasperation " Yes, I know Susan, but you're carrying my bags and I want them at my house" He said, as if he were talking to a c***d. Susan gave up and carried them the rest of the way in silence. She suddenly realised she didn't even know the young mans name.
He opened his front door and let them both in. " The kitchens down there" he pointed, and followed when he had shut the front door. When John followed into the kitchen, the bags were on the table and Susan was just standing there looking rather awkward and staring at the floor.
" would you like to stay for dinner Susan?" asked John
Susan felt a bit more comfortable with John asking regular questions and relaxed a bit. " I'd love to " she replied smiling at John but keeping her eyes cast down.
"Excellent!" answered John grinning " I like dinner at 6 Susan so you have 3 hours. You can give the kitchen a bit of a clean first, then make dinner." John turned on his heel, wondered into the living room, turned on the TV and made himself comfortable. He looked calm and relaxed, but inside his heart was pounding. This was make or break, he knew. If she started cleaning, he reckoned he had her, and the anticipation was overwhelming.
Susan stood there not able to believe what he had just said. She seemed to be having trouble trying to believe that this was really happening, and her brain was operating in slow motion. She knew she should run out of the house as quick as she could, he wouldn't be able to stop her before she could get out of the front door. In fact he might not even notice because he wasn't paying her any attention whatsoever!
Her pussy was telling her brain she was as horny as hell, because of the way he was treating her, and Susan felt frozen to the spot, while her brain was in denial and screamed at her to run and her pussy told her to stay. She also remembered that actually she was hungry, and she had no food in.
She must have been rooted to the spot for ten minutes and then suddenly she turned to the bags on the table and started putting the shopping away....
When Susan thought back over the last year it was in a state of bewilderment. A year ago she had been happily married, or so she thought, to a wonderful man who looked after her and kept her secure without ever having to worry about anything. She had worked hard in the house to keep him happy and never refused him anything. She kept the house spotless, cooked his meals exactly as he wanted, and never, ever, refused him anything in the bedroom. Then one day she came back home from a day out with her mom to find her husband fucking his secretary in the marital bed. And when they realised she was watching, they just carried on regardless. Susan felt totally humiliated and when her husband decided to speak to her ( with his girlfriend by his side, grinning) she offered him a divorce and that he could keep everything. she was sure he would refuse the offer and recognise the effort she had made to accommodate his every need. Susan was totally wrong. The offer was accepted and she was thrown out of the house that very day, her only possessions being the clothes she stood in and a few hundred pounds her husband gave her, so she could find a flat to rent. She had found three jobs in a year, each had been minimum wage and none had lasted when her bosses had realised she wasn't going to put out.
"Forty two years old, owning nothing and with no prospects" she thought as she dragged herself out of her reverie. She found herself half way home on her bus journey and the bus was just pulling up to a stop. Susan idly looked out of the window and saw a good looking young man waiting to board. Susan guessed he was about 20 and she thought he looked very self-assured for one of such tender years. The young man got on the bus with his half dozen bags of shopping and came down the aisle looking for a seat. He looked at Susan with his piercing gaze and she immediately dropped her eyes to the floor, embarrassed.
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John stood at the bus stop, wishing he could be somewhere else. Anywhere else in fact. Yesterday John's car had broken down and now it was in the garage for repair. That annoyed him enough, but when he'd looked in the fridge this morning he knew he had no choice but to go shopping for food. Combine this with having to catch the bus and John was engaged in his two least favourite activities. John had done well in his short life, mostly by playing the stock market with the help of a small inheritance and he detested having to mix with the hoi polloi.
The bus he was waiting for finally decided to arrive and John picked up his bags and boarded. Walking down the aisle he caught the eye of a middle aged woman, but she quickly dropped her gaze to the floor. With his predators instinct he spotted a chance and took it, convinced from her reaction she was a bit submissive even if she didn't know it. He sat down next to the woman and smiled. Then he went to work chatting, asking her name and getting a short resume of her life story out her before his stop came up. All the time she kept her eyes cast down which delighted John. It turned out that they only lived two streets away from each other and would be getting off at the same stop.
As they got up John asked Susan if she wouldn't mind carrying a couple of his bags and felt a frission of excitement when she just blushed and nodded.
They got off the bus and walked around the corner, as the bus disappeared into the distance. John was very excited about how Susan acted submissively and decided to push his luck as far as he could. Turning towards Susan he framed his statement very carefully.
" You know Susan, actually I am very tired and these bags are heavy. I want you to carry them all Susan if its not too much trouble" he said with a faint smile on his face, and offered her the bags before she could react.
She took his bags dumbly, her face looking like a rabbit caught in the headlights of a car. She was astonished at her own acquiesence. This man half her age was treating her like his personal servant, and by the time she had framed a reply in her mind, he had walked off down the street telling her to hurry up! He ambled along with his hands in his pockets and looking like he didn't have a care in the world, all the time with Susan struggling to keep up with all the bags. And they were going past her house!
"excuse me!" she called him " this is my house".
He looked back in exasperation " Yes, I know Susan, but you're carrying my bags and I want them at my house" He said, as if he were talking to a c***d. Susan gave up and carried them the rest of the way in silence. She suddenly realised she didn't even know the young mans name.
He opened his front door and let them both in. " The kitchens down there" he pointed, and followed when he had shut the front door. When John followed into the kitchen, the bags were on the table and Susan was just standing there looking rather awkward and staring at the floor.
" would you like to stay for dinner Susan?" asked John
Susan felt a bit more comfortable with John asking regular questions and relaxed a bit. " I'd love to " she replied smiling at John but keeping her eyes cast down.
"Excellent!" answered John grinning " I like dinner at 6 Susan so you have 3 hours. You can give the kitchen a bit of a clean first, then make dinner." John turned on his heel, wondered into the living room, turned on the TV and made himself comfortable. He looked calm and relaxed, but inside his heart was pounding. This was make or break, he knew. If she started cleaning, he reckoned he had her, and the anticipation was overwhelming.
Susan stood there not able to believe what he had just said. She seemed to be having trouble trying to believe that this was really happening, and her brain was operating in slow motion. She knew she should run out of the house as quick as she could, he wouldn't be able to stop her before she could get out of the front door. In fact he might not even notice because he wasn't paying her any attention whatsoever!
Her pussy was telling her brain she was as horny as hell, because of the way he was treating her, and Susan felt frozen to the spot, while her brain was in denial and screamed at her to run and her pussy told her to stay. She also remembered that actually she was hungry, and she had no food in.
She must have been rooted to the spot for ten minutes and then suddenly she turned to the bags on the table and started putting the shopping away....
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