chronicles of metro city: memoirs of a pervert

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A humorous account of the life of a young perverted male.

Chapter 1 (v.1) - Aaron the Pervert

Submitted: May 24, 2018

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Submitted: May 24, 2018



Memoirs of a Pervert


I have to tell you about my friend Aaron.  Overall, he's a great guy with a good sense of humor. He's 22 years old, 5'10", short dark blonde hair, blue eyes, with an athletic built. He looks like your typical guy next door. Me and Aaron have been friends and room-mates together for a long time.  I helped him get a job as a security guard in the mall.  For him, it was his dream job.  You see, Aaron is a big time pervert.  He loves working in the surveillance room taking video footage of women everywhere.  This guy has sex on his mind 24/7.  He loves looking at all the young women who come to the mall and other young women who work there as well. 


He was telling me about this girl he wanted to fuck really badly who worked at a Department Store Manager.  He secretly had taken pictures of her, shots of her from behind, and even a shot up her skirt. He always told me that every time he looked at her, he would get a hard on right away.  The girl had big fine breasts and a big juicy ass.  Most days she would come to work wearing a sweater over a knee length skirt.  Aaron would always think about unzipping the back of her skirt, and poking her ass with his erect cock.


Her name was Krystal. She was the retail manager at the local department store, makeup department.  He purposely took the night time security shift in the mall to look at and seduce Krystal. She was a bitch, but she radiated sex. He glanced over from the corner to where she stood, her eyes downcast, head tilted slightly to the right as she rung up a return. The slut. Her eyes were cool and bored. She wore a bright pink sweater today, and he could see the bulge of her nipples beneath its thin fabric. She couldn't be wearing a bra. He felt his cock start to get hard inside his pants.

He had seen her leaving the store with different guys, all dressed like urban hipsters. He made up his mind that he was going to fuck her.

She never spoke to him other than as a business associate, and she gave him cold stares as often as any other guy. He didn't care. It made him want to fuck her that much more.

He knew that she was closing the store that night, so he arranged to stay late. He needed to be alone with her. He had to make his move now, or he might go crazy.

Now was his chance. He had planned this hastily, but knew inside it was probably the best way to go about it.

"You've already made two security rounds here, is it really necessary for a 3rd round", she asked?

"You know, you can be a real bitch sometimes" he mumbled.

"What did you just say?" she said, as if she had not heard him. She was angry now. Good.

"I said 'you can be a real bitch sometimes!' " He said more loudly, "maybe you should try getting fucked a little more often."

"Who the fuck do you think you are talking to, you little prick?!" she said angrily.

"All I'm saying is that when a woman is a bitchy as you are it usually means that she needs a little bit of hard cock once in a while."

He looked at her then. He lowered his head and then peered up at her from his downcast face, smiling broadly, suggestively.

Recognition bloomed on her face.

"You couldn't handle this, retard." she said. Surprisingly she had gone from furious to merely standoffish. It might work after all.

"You don't have the balls to handle this" she said, shifting her weight and placing a hand on her hip.

"Oh really?" he said, "why don't you come over and check?"

She looked shocked, and she stood there momentarily looking him up and down. Then she walked over. She looked like she expected him to back away, but he didn't. He just stood there, looking at her. She was less than six inches from him. He could smell the faint scent of some bath oil coming off her olive colored skin. Her face was indifferent, appraising, almost business-like.

She would fuck. He knew it right then.

Suddenly she reached down and put her hand inside his pants. She grabbed his cock. It was still semi-erect.

When she looked up, her face had not changed.

"You've wanted to do that all day, haven't you?" he said, smiling again.

She looked at him again briefly, her hand still on his cock. Then she let him go and turned around, walking away from him as she reached up and undid the clasp that held her hair up away from her face. He watched as her hair rolled down her back in thick, sexy straight that shone rich and brown in the diffuse harsh light of the overhead halogen bulbs. She walked to the back of the sales floor to a door marked with a sign that read: "restroom - employees only". She looked back over her shoulder at him showing off her rapturous hair and the maddening curves her jeans made over her pert, tight ass.

"You coming?" she asked, her expression still neutral.

He started across the room, and he had to remind himself not to run. He entered the restroom with her and closed the door. The room contained only a mirror, a sink, and a wooden stall with a toilet. The light was the same halogen glare as out on the sales floor. They stood there for a moment, neither speaking. She merely looked at him, still appraising, like a jungle cat homing in for a kill. Then, abruptly, she grabbed him by the back of the neck and was kissing him. She kissed him like he might have expected, had he been expecting anything: roughly, forcefully. He felt her push her tongue into his mouth. His hard cock pressed against her.

He put a hand inside her sweater, feeling the exciting softness of her breast. He worked his hand down her stomach and found the clasp of her jeans. Unfastening it, he worked the jeans over her hips while he kissed her, exposing her bright red thong. He left her jeans dangling halfway down to her knees so he could admire the sight of her beautiful round ass in the mirror while her tongue flicked in and out of his mouth. She stopped kissing him and looked over her shoulder at their reflection in the mirror.

"You like that ass, don't you?" she cooed, half mocking. "Is that what you want?"

With that she kicked off her jeans the rest of the way and while he fondled her breasts beneath the pink sweater she still wore. She turned, and for the first time grinned at him as she bent halfway over the sink, grabbing its edges with both hands. He removed her panties with one smooth motion of his hand

"You going to fuck me?" she said huskily. "Fuck me. Fuck me." she was beginning to get excited now. He could see her nipples through the sheer fabric of her sweater again. His cock was rock hard in his pants.

He took off his shirt and dropped it, and then he unbuckled his belt and let his pants fall to the floor. Slowly, he pulled his cock out and began to stroke it. He looked at her, but she was staring at his hard cock and swaying her ass subtly and seductively. She licked her lips and began to play with herself as she watched him stroke his cock.

He stepped over to her and pushed her forward a little as he rubbed his cock lightly against her clit, then he put his cock between her beautiful legs and thick firm ass cheeks and pushed himself into her. He could feel the warm wet silk of her pussy as it cradled his throbbing member. He continued to slide it further in. Her generous lips had become a loose "O" shape and her eyes were shut tight in overwhelmed pleasure. Small gasping noises began to arise from her as he moved slowly in and out.

His eyes traced from her full, pouty mouth over her face to her luxurious cascade of dark brown hair, and followed the curving lines of her lower back down to her firm naked cheeks which were rippling slightly with the motion of their sex.

She looked back over her shoulder at his cock working steadily inside of her, her face full of kinky anger, full of the pleasure of being fucked from behind with a big cock. Then she looked at him, and her eyes dared him to work harder, to give her everything she expected and more.

Suddenly he was furious. He would show the bitch. He suddenly pushed himself all the way into her. Hard. He reached out and grabbed a handful of that thick dark brown hair - whore's hair - and yanked her head back, arching her back sharply while he pulled her hips toward him with the other hand and thrust savagely once again. She let out a small cry, but instead of stopping their motion she pressed back into him, sinking his cock as far into her as it could go. Still she pushed harder, breathing heavy and hard. "YES!" she screamed, "FUCK ME HARD, MAKE ME SCREAM!"

He could feel the heat building. His body was numb except for his cock, and there he could feel every inch of her like silken fire licking up and down its length. They were working towards a fever pitch, his cock like an iron rod and her screaming in a pleading tone to fuck her harder as she built towards orgasm.

She was bent over the sink, clutching it with both hands, her tits bouncing inside her pink sweater which was pulled tightly across her midsection by his hands, which had grasped the sweater across the back. He was holding her by the sweater in one hand and by her long dark brown hair in the other, which swang wildly when she tossed her head with each savage pump.

He almost couldn't believe it was real as she writhed and screamed and moaned on his cock, as she came again and again in a rapid fire series of white hot flashes. As she came for the last time, she looked back over her shoulder at him, and her steely brown eyes, made misty from the heat of their act, seemed to burn within him, and he came in a juggernaut wave of pure ecstasy.

She pushed him deep inside her as he came, and moved side to side, sending shudders of pleasure racing through his body. She pushed into him hard, as if she must have his come to survive.

Afterward he sat on the counter of the sales floor and was smoking a cigarette, when she walked out of the bathroom, wearing her clothes again.


"We should hook up more often.  He said; let me know when we can have another fling?"


"You were good, I got to give you some props, but I have had others; we may hook up sometimes, when I call you" she said.


"Just so you know, this is not a relationship, you're going be my casual fuckboy when I need it"


"I'm totally cool with that" he said with excitement and a nod of approval.


Unfortunately, he had to leave because his shift was over.  Before leaving he gave Krystal his number. 


The next morning, Aaron was so happy.  He was like; I got used and felt a sense of pride behind it.  He looked at the clock and it was 9:00am Saturday morning.  Aaron lives in a small apartment east of downtown which he shared with his room mate and friend, Tony Moretti.  Tony was also a pervert, but not to the same degree as Aaron.  Tony was a gym rat.  At 23, he was already a chiselled 6 feet and 200 pounds.Aaron was also working hard at it.


His quest to get back in shape led him to join the local gym. He grew to love the feel of using the various machines to pump up his muscles and get the burn of a good work out.


Aaron has a tendency to look and fantasize about having sex with any reasonably attractive woman he ever meets.


I really sometimes hate how I am a womanizer.  I just seem to love having sex so much.  I just can't control myself when I'm in the presence of hot woman.  It is like my dick snaps into attention.


So anyways, like I said, I was at the gym the other day and this smoking hot girl started working out right next to me. The gym was relatively empty, so it’s not like there was a lack of real estate. But for some reason this dark blond-haired size 6 girl in a size 0 tank top walks over to the bench right next to me. I would describe her pink shorts as skin tight but I think they were actually tighter than that.


And yet here we are side-by-side. Most dudes reading this, how would you describe this situation? A dream come true? Fate?  The unspoken rule is you don't want to come off as an outright pervert right away when other people are around.  Just wait until she comes near you to get a good glimpse of her goodies.


Meanwhile, I’m doing everything in my power not to stare.


“Just look ahead,” I keep telling myself. “Just look ahead.”


This, of course, works only when there isn’t a giant mirror in front of you. So I’m trying to do shoulder shrugs and I can see her in the mirror out of the corner of my eye doing the “Basic Instinct” workout only you can’t see anything because those damn pink shorts are so tight nothing is escaping. 


For a minute or two I tried to do the “solar eclipse” where I look but only for a split second so I don’t go blind. But that only works if you don’t stack those split seconds on top of each other like cord wood. I looked over there and back so much that she probably thought I had some sort of tic.



I finally give into my impulse and look at the mirror.  Ohh, that juicy ass and those fine legs. 


"Just keep twisting that ass," I am telling myself.


 So to combat this awkwardness, I decided to fight fire with fire. Ok, if you’re going to stand next to me and workout all sexy, I’m going to do the same. Here, take some sexy bicep curls.  I hoped that she would at least take a glance. 


Dejected, I tossed my hands into the air and headed off. As I walked away, a little old man,  probably over 70 years old comes trotting over and then immediately walks right to that bench next to her and sits down. He was a little far away, but as I walked out I could have swore I saw this great big shit-eating grin on his face.


Good for you, old-timer. Good for you.





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