Jess and Aaron's New Neighbor (OWWH 4)
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Chapter 17
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 17 - Jess and Aaron are a twenty-something couple into bondage, domination, and humiliation. One day, a new girl moves in next door and they introduce their young new neighbor to their way of having fun Reading the previous parts is helpful but not necessary as this story is mostly standalone
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa mt/ft Teenagers Consensual NonConsensual Rape Lesbian Heterosexual Fiction Cousins BDSM FemaleDom Humiliation Light Bond Spanking Group Sex Anal Sex Cream Pie Enema Exhibitionism First Masturbation Oral Sex Petting Sex Toys Tit-Fucking Pegging BBW Public Sex
The next morning, Emma was jogging through Allen Park. She was bouncing quite a bit more than she would have liked, but that was the pace set by the French Bulldog, named Sasha, whom she was running behind.
Sasha pulled hard against the six-foot leash and Emma did all she could to keep up. As she jogged she thought to herself that she would have to talk to the Sampsons (Sasha’s owners) about springing for some extra time dedicated to leash training. She finally got to take a breather when Sasha saw a pug that caught her fancy.
Sasha stopped short right in front of the pug and Emma stumbled to a halt behind her, doubled over huffing and puffing.
The guy holding the pug’s leash looked down to meet her face.
“Are you going to be ok, Miss?” he asked.
Emma nodded but was unable to answer as she recovered. She gave the guy a thumbs up.
“Here, let me get you a water,” he offered. She started to say that it wasn’t necessary, but couldn’t get the breath to do so.
There was a food truck just fifteen feet away. He and the Frenchie trotted over to it. Emma watched as he handed the vendor a couple of bucks and returned with a bottle of Aquafina. Emma was standing upright by this time and was able to talk again.
“Thank you very much,” she said, accepting the offered bottle.
As she drank, the pug sniffed Sasha’s butt. “My dog seems to have taken a fancy to yours! What’s her name?” the guy said.
“Sasha, though she’s not mine. I’m just her dog walker. I’m Emma,” she said, extending the hand not holding the leash. The guy took it and shook.
“Hi, I’m Brent.”
Brent was Emma’s height, looked to be in his late twenties, and was somewhat plain but otherwise good looking. Not overly rugged, but fit. He had glasses and short brown hair. Oh, and a wedding ring, she noted.
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