Unintended Consequences of the Lockdowns
Copyright© 2026 by duncan idaho
Chapter 13: Carl’s Midnight Fantasy
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 13: Carl’s Midnight Fantasy - Lilly was sheltered and a bit of loner before the lockdowns, but the lockdowns happened right during her formative sexual growth years. The time when teens get curious and start to experiment, start to date, have their first kiss. Instead Lilly was locked in a house with her parents who continued to see her as a small child.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Ma/ft Coercion Consensual Heterosexual Fiction Humiliation Rough Gang Bang Anal Sex Cream Pie Double Penetration First Facial Oral Sex Pregnancy Voyeurism Water Sports AI Generated
The bell above the door chimed as the girl slipped out into the night.
Carl watched the door swing shut behind her, his eyes fixed on the space where she’d been standing. The fluorescent lights hummed overhead, casting their pale glow across the counter. His fingers drummed against the worn wood.
Megan. That’s what she called herself.
But Carl had seen enough girls come through his doors to know a fake name when he heard one. The way she’d handed him that ID, trembling fingers, darting eyes, the flush creeping up her neck. She was eighteen, maybe nineteen. Fresh. Untouched.
The kind of girl who had no business being in a place like this.
He leaned back in his chair, the old springs groaning under his weight. His hand drifted to his crotch, adjusting himself through his jeans. Already half-hard from watching her walk past. The way her hips moved. The curve of her ass in those tight jeans. The way her shirt had pulled across her chest when she’d reached for the DVD.
He closed his eyes, and the fantasy bloomed.
The door opens again. She walks back in. But this time she’s not leaving.
She came back for him.
Carl’s thick fingers wrapped around an imaginary cup of coffee as he pictured it. Her soft footsteps crossing the sticky floor. The way she’d stop in front of his counter, that same nervous flush on her cheeks. She’d look up at him with those wide, curious eyes. She’d bite her lip, just like she did before.
“Carl?” she’d say, her voice small and uncertain.
“Yeah, Megan?”
“I want to try something.”
He’d set down his magazine. He’d lean forward, his elbows on the counter, his grey-streaked beard catching the light. His green eyes would meet hers, and he’d let her see exactly what he was thinking.
“Try what, sweetheart?”
Her hand would reach across the counter. Her fingers would brush against his. Then she’d lower them to his belt, fumbling with the buckle.
“I want to taste you.”
The fantasy sharpened.
Carl’s breath quickened as he imagined unzipping his jeans right there at the counter. The sound of the zipper in the quiet store. Her eyes dropping to his lap as he pulled out his cock, thick, heavy, already swollen with blood.
She’d been watching shows all night. Watching women take five cocks. She was primed, ready, aching for something real.
And he’d give it to her.
On her knees. Right here. Between the front counter and the DVD displays.
The image burned behind his eyelids: that long blonde hair falling forward as she lowered her head to his lap. Her pink lips parting. Her tongue darting out to wet them, hesitating, trembling, and then her lips closing around the head of his cock. The first contact would make him gasp.
Her mouth was tight and warm, so much warmer than he’d imagined. Her tongue pressed flat against the underside of his shaft as she took him deeper, inch by agonizing inch. Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked, her eyes fluttering up to meet his.
You want this, don’t you, sweetheart?
Her head would bob. Slow at first. Experimental. Her nose pressing against his pubic hair as she struggled to take him all the way down her throat.
She’d gag. A soft, wet sound. But she wouldn’t stop.
Carl shifted in his chair, his hand pressing harder against his cock through the denim. The fantasy was thick and vivid now, coating his thoughts like syrup.
He’d reach down and grab a fistful of that blonde hair, guiding her head, setting a rhythm. Faster. Deeper. His hips bucking up to meet her mouth each time.
Her throat would work around the head of his cock. Her hands would grip his thighs for support. Her eyes would water, tears streaking down her perfect cheeks.
“Look at me,” he’d grunt. “Look at me while you suck my cock.”
And she would. Her blue eyes locked on his while she took him down her throat, again and again.
The first time, he’d let her come up for air. He’d watch her gasp, her lips swollen and slick, a strand of saliva stretching from her mouth to the tip of his cock.
“Good girl,” he’d say. “Take a breath. We’re just getting started.”
Carl’s hand moved to his zipper, his fingers working the metal. His cock strained against the fabric, aching for release. But he held off. The fantasy wasn’t done yet.
He’d pull her up. He’d spin her around and bend her over the counter. Her palms would flatten against the worn wood. Her ass would press back against his thighs.
“Please,” she’d whisper.
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