He had told his daughter that her friends were welcome to come and use the swimming pool, but they weren’t allowed in the house while he was working. The house was his home office – silence and privacy was essential.
And yet every day there would be shallow little teenage tarts in his kitchen, in his lounge room, showering off after the pool in the bathroom. It was infuriating.
In the end, he hung a very specific sign on the back door of the house, nearest the swimming pool – “Visitors not allowed indoors during work hours. Offenders will suffer consequences.” And then he made a minor modification to the downstairs shower.
The speaker on his desk buzzed only a couple of hours later. He headed downstairs to find a pretty young slut trapped in the downstairs shower cubicle. She had gotten out of the pool, undressed, stepped into the shower – and then the lock that he had installed had closed behind her, locking her naked into the glass cubicle.
The girl blushed and begged him to let her out.
“Well, the sign was very clear,” he said. “You’re not supposed to be in the house, no matter what my daughter says. And there *will* be consequences. Now, you’ve got two choices. I can get my camera and take some photos of the slutty little animal that my trap has caught, and see if anyone on the internet wants to buy them – and then leave you here until my daughter wonders where you are. Or you can apologise for what you’ve done.”
“I’m sorry!” the girl begged. “I’m sorry! Please… don’t take pictures…”
“Apologising with words is nice,” he said, “but apologising with actions is nicer.” He took out his cock, as the girl’s eyes widened. “Why don’t you start by kneeling and opening your mouth, and we’ll see where things lead from there…”
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