Birthday, Debt & Peak Oil: Story of Sharon Fox

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Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including mt/Fa, Consensual, Heterosexual, Humiliation, Interracial, White Female, Oriental Male, Oral Sex, Nudism, .

Desc: Erotica Sex Story: An American mother highly in debt pays back what she owes, in the form of her becoming her creditor's son's sex slave for his birthday.

Author's Note

Hello everyone. It's been a long time since I last wrote and submitted a story. I want to thank all my fans out there for having enjoyed read many of my stories. It is because of my fans that I am writing once more, or else there would be no other reason for me to write.

Now as for why I am having this author's note is because I want to address certain topics, to you who would be reading this. One topic is about the theme of my story. The other, is about my stories in general.

As I have fans out there, I must also acknowledge that there are those whom I have angered in the past, especially about some stories that I have written. I just want to say that I am apologizing to those whom I have angered, since it was not my intention to anger anyone out there and that I was completely misunderstood and that I want to clarify any misunderstanding, for now and the future, which I have never done so before, when I wrote previous stories.

For those of you who were angry with me, because of some stories that I have written, I just want to say that my stories are purely fictional and not to be taken seriously. I write for fun, about any topic including ones that are provocative, but not for provocation's sake. If you haven't notice yet, I do have a vivid imagination and like to exercise my creativity. After all, we live in a democracy and are guaranteed the right to freedom of expression.

I just want to clarify all these factors:
I have no hatred towards anyone or any group of people.
I am not trying to promote anything.
I have no agenda whatsoever.
My stories are purely fictional and should not be taken seriously (since there have been readers that have taken them way too seriously).

Now I know in the past I have written "dark and hardcore" fiction, which can be extremely disturbing and provocative, but that was only because I failed to clarify at that time that I am highly influenced by American horror writers like Bentley Little or Stephen Kings or Dean Koontz. If anything, I have been told by book publishers that I should go into real writing, as my fiction is far darker than theirs.

But I don't write my fiction for money. I write my fiction for fun because I enjoy it.

Now if you want to know what kind of writer I am, you can compare me to film directors and producers like Tom Six, known for having made the most disturbing film of all times – Human Centipede. Or those guys who produced equally disturbing films such as SS Hell Train or 120 Days of Sodom or I Spit on Your Grave. Yes, I admit I do write stories that can be considered to be too disturbing.

Next time when I write my stories, I WILL WARN MY READERS IN ADVANCE if they have disturbing contents so that people, who are offended by such things, know that they should not even read them in the first place. Because if you know what the story is about, don't like it and still read it and then getting angry about it, then that is your problem, as it is a sign of immaturity, insecurity and oversensitivity.

As for why I write all my usual type of stories, is because I try writing about any topic that people may talk about or are in their minds or about any idea that comes even to my mind.

So if you are the open-minded type (like all my fans are), you would know how to enjoy my stories and know that they are just fictional entertainment. I would also like to say that I enjoy having conversations with people about all kinds of topics, and it does not have to be related to any stories that I have written.

As for my story, it takes place somewhere in the near future of a parallel world, where we had finally reached peak oil (a very frightening scenario for all of us).

The story is set in a big suburban American town, where there are only less than twenty people left. As the world is in the middle of a crisis and oil having gone up as high as $12 a gallon, most people can't simply drive back home, since many of the suburban people had to drive out, attending to their personal family problems.

Apart from fuels for cars, prices for everything else have skyrocketed. After all, the modern economy relies on oil for nearly everything. Globalization would collapse, followed by collective unemployment worldwide.

Now before I continue more on my story, I must WARN YOU NOW that it not only contains frightening peak-oil circumstances but that it is also an erotic story with HARDCORE SCENES AND LANGUAGE, involving consensual slavery.

If you can't stand such stories, then read no further. You would be better off reading the Bible and turn to God for comfort. If you still about the idea of peak oil, I would direct you to the Book of Daniel in the Old testament and the Book of Revelations in the New Testament.

But if you are OK with such fiction and can stomach it and wouldn't mind some hardcore fiction, then do read my story.

Also note that the character-dialogue is like the ones you read and see in sketches and screenplay.

If you liked this story or found it intriguing, please do drop me a feedback

PEACE


It was a warm evening, around 7PM. Sharon Fox was watching television with the lights off. Life was depressing. She had been jobless for six months now and had to borrow money to support herself and her 15 year old son Josh. Her son was over at someone else's house.

What made her more depressed was that she was now living at the time of peak oil. Deep down she knew it just wasn't going to be bad for just her and her son, but for the entire country.

She knew that many people won't have enough money to simply just drive back into town. Fuel was just too expensive. She knew that many of her follow suburbanite neighbors would be stuck wherever they were.

Sharon switched the lights off, trying to save as much money as possible and that she would only use the car if necessary, and only once a week.

Sharon was a 31 year old attractive brunette. She had blue eyes, was around 5 feet 4 and very slim. She had divorced her husband about 7 years ago and had been made redundant just 2 months ago. She had an office job. Now she was unemployed. What little money she left, went on to pay her bills.

She even contacted her ex, explaining to him that she had borrowed money to support herself and their son, and that she promised to pay her creditor back. Her ex merely said that he would have to get back to her.

Then, she heard the door bell ringing. She got up and went to answer it. When she opened the front door, it was the one person she wished she never had to see. It was Mrs. Chandragupta: the person whom she had been borrowing money from.

Sharon: (humble)
Mrs. Chandragupta. Hi

Mrs. Chandragupta: (cold with a no-funny business kinda look)
Hello Ms. Fox. May I come in!!

Sharon:
Yeah please do. But let me turn on the lights first.

Sharon allowed Mrs. Chandragupta to walk through and she turned on the lights in the hallway at the same time. She led Mrs. Chandragupta towards the dining table.

Sharon: (being polite)
Would you like something to drink?

Mrs. Chandragupta sat herself down, by the head of the table. Sharon considered this to be an arrogant act and knew that the only reason why she was behaving like this was because she knew she could get away with it. After all, she owed this woman money.

Mrs. Chandragupta: (bossy tone)
You can make coffee with milk and sugar.

Sharon: (in her head)
What a fucking bitch. Not even ending her sentence with "please."

Sharon was good at not showing her displeasure with Mrs. Chandragupta's tone of voice. Sharon went towards the kitchen, to make her "guest" a cup of coffee.

Mrs. Chandragupta: (pushy and loud voice)
I would also like to have some cookies too.

Mrs. Chandragupta was a Hindu Indian woman, somewhere from Northern India. Her skin was much darker than that of a brown-skinned Mexican's. She was a 5 feet tall fat woman in her mid-forties.

Mrs. Chandragupta was dressed in a traditional Indian sari, with a dot on her forehead.

As far as Sharon had been aware, Mrs. Chandragupta had a son who was in the same grade as her son Josh. The only few times they have talked a lot was when the town had fairs, in which nearly everyone would attend it.

Sharon found Mrs. Chandragupta to be arrogant, proud (of being Indian), racist (towards certain ethnic minorities like blacks and Hispanics, dismissing them as poor non-achievers), loud and highly critical of white Western culture (forever saying that white families had high divorce rates, children not taking care of their parents during their old age and that most non-Asian Americans were born out of wedlock while Indians had superior family values).

Mrs. Chandragupta also spoke English with an original Indian accent, which Sharon took as a sign of non-assimilation towards the American culture.

Unfortunately for Sharon, she had to run to this woman for financial aid. If the rest of the people in the suburbs had still been around, she would have turned to them for help. But as the old saying goes: "beggars can't be choosers."

The Indian woman had been reluctant at first, but Sharon managed to convince her that she could pay her back, bringing up her ex capable of paying the debt money back for her.

Sharon finally arrived at the dining table, with her guest's cup of coffee and plate of cookies. Sharon also sat down, next to her guest.

Sharon:
So how are you?

Mrs. Chandragupta sipped her cup of coffee.

Mrs. Chandragupta:
Ms. Fox, I am going to cut to the chase. I am here to ask you if you have my money.

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