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Daniels First Cougar: A BDSM erotica short story J. D. Beltner

Daniels First Cougar: A BDSM erotica short story

J. D. Beltner

Published September 6th 2011
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Kindle Edition
16 pages
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**Not intended for readers under 18 years of age**Dominance begins early...When college student Daniel Wylie sets out cleaning pools during the summer for his uncle in order to earn enough money to pay for the coming college semesters books andMore**Not intended for readers under 18 years of age**Dominance begins early...When college student Daniel Wylie sets out cleaning pools during the summer for his uncle in order to earn enough money to pay for the coming college semesters books and living expenses, the last thing he wants to do is to make a rich, well-paying customer unhappy.Extraordinary customer service is Daniel Wylies job, so when his hot female customer asks him for special service, he makes sure that she always come first, but only at his command, and under his domination.A 5400-word erotic short story.Warning: Contains adult situations and explicit sexual acts between consenting adults of 18+ ages.**Excerpt and story not intended for readers under 18 years of age**EXCERPT:Times were hard and the pay wasnt that great, but he knew there were men twice his age and with a resume an arm long fighting each other for the chance to do any job that paid more. He didnt have many other options. His old man wasnt exactly raking in the big bucks, and he hated to ask his mother for money when he knew she was sad that she couldnt take care of his school bills for him. He was an adult, legally, so he had decided to act like one. He got a job. In fact, he had two jobs, and was looking around for a third one.He did have a great view while he worked at his day shift job.He wasnt thinking about the huge mansions surrounded by perfectly manicured lawns and the sexy cars that drove in and out. That was part for the course in this high-dollar neighborhood. He was thinking about the women.The women were his view, when he wasnt looking directly at his work. Big, high breasts with toned and tanned bodies in skimpy designer bikinis that told him the womens lawns were manicured, too. Model-pretty faces. Diamonds and jewelry, so they looked like they were going to the opera or a fancy black-tie dinner instead of lounging by the pool.Sometimes their daughters and friends were out lounging, too, and those were the days when he really wished his uniform didnt have such tight shorts and such a heat-trapping shirt.He was always hot and sweaty on the job, but today was especially hot, with highs near 100 degrees Fahrenheit, and sweltering, with no breeze. He clothes stuck to him and he wished he could dive into the pools instead of cleaning them.It didnt help that today, he was at the house of one of the hotter MILFs, a platinum blonde who had been lounging on her long chair in a scrap of a hot bikini with a tall frothy drink to match. It had even had one of those little drink umbrellas, with a slice of lime.He wiped the sweat off his face with the hem of his shirt and tried in vain to get some air on himself by flapping it against his abs before having to tuck the damned thing back in, but it just stirred hot sticky air around, and he had another three hours of work left staring at him in the face.To hell with company policy, he thought.