Episode 1: Debbie Is Initiated
Debbie had learned to hate this part of the first date ritual. Sure, she knew the routine. She had gone through it enough times that she knew it down pat! Earlier, she had cleaned up her apartment, especially the bedroom. Before the date, she had put on her sexiest lingerie, garter belt and stockings, 'fuck me' black leather stiletto heels, dabbed some perfume in all the strategic spots, and donned the slinky little black spaghetti strapped cocktail dress that she always saved for first dates. The dress was just high enough at the hem to show the hint of the stockings tops and just low enough in the front to allow the swelling of her breast to jiggle slightly when she laughed at her date's jokes, especially when she leaned forward while they did the intimate talk over wine ritual. She had to admit to herself that she DID like the thought of her date, whomever he happened to be at the time, sneaking peaks to her cleavage during such times.
And why shouldn't she enjoy the attention, along with her natural 36C tits, she had worked hard to develop a shape and image that commanded such attention. She had died her naturally dark hair blond and kept it long and straight in a manner that, in her mind, made her look ditsy and approachable. Nobody would know blonde was not her natural color since she kept her pubic hair and arms and legs and underarms shaved clean daily. She swam a mile every day at the health club. She liked to get her caloric intake by means of liquids and vitamin pills. This diet had the double advantage of keeping her slim and having reduced her bowl activity to an absolute minimum. She still remembered the one time that she had talked a lover into fucking her in her rear. She had loved it and had orgasmed almost continuously while he banged her, but his cock had come out of her covered in her shit. It had freaked him out so much that he got up from her bed, dressed and left. She had never heard from him again. Well, her diet had made her ass into the second fuck-hole that she felt that it was meant to be. However, she had never managed to talk another guy into doing her ass again.
But, now, she and her new potential lover had finished the dinner, the wine and the small talk and had travelled by his car back to her apartment. She knew that he assumed that she would invite him up to her place "for a nightcap or something". He would ask "or something?" Just about every guy had asked that, smiling at what he felt were unique cuteness. She would blush slightly and smile and say "yes, something". Soon, she would be nude, with him sucking her tits and fingering her pussy. They would end up in bed. She would blow his cock until he either came down her throat or pulled out and squirted his cum over her face and tits, then she would suck his dick some more until he got hard enough to fuck her. Afterward, they would fall asleep. In the morning, he would shower and dress, kiss her, even with her needing body remaining naked, and tell her that he would call her some time, only to be never heard from again. Maybe, if they had connected the night before, he would pound his cock into her needing cunt once more before he left. On the rare occasion when a relationship would develop, they would both have an assured fuck each Friday and Saturday night for a few weeks to months. Nevertheless, all such encounters that Debbie had had in the past had left her unsatisfied. It was rare for her to orgasm more than once or twice in any previous relationship, long term, short term or one-night stand.
Her sex life sucked!
Something snapped in her mind as they approached her apartment door. She stopped and turned to her date and assured him that while they would indeed end up fucking that night, she needed something more.
"Can you force me?"
"Force you to what? Fuck me?"
"Yes", Debbie sheepishly said.
"You want me to rape you?"
"Ahm,... yes". Debbie had immediately felt her nipples harden and her pussy contract.
Debbie stared, hoping he would say yes but afraid that he would find her deviant, up into his eyes.
His demeanor, at first one of shock, slowly turned to one of assurance. He smiled and said "if we start, I won't take 'no' for an answer. Rape means rape. I will force you to do whatever I want to do. You will do as I say, when I say it." It wasn't a question, it was a command.
Debbie did not exactly know what had come over her, and felt queasy at the thought of what she had started. HOWEVER, she liked the feelings that were coursing through her body. She shook her head in agreement with what he had said.
"We DO need an emergency stop code so that you can stop me if things get too aggressive", he told her. Debbie saw his eyes move from her face for an instant, then back to her imploring eyes. Then, "how about 'mares eat oats and does eat oats and little lambs eat ivy'?"
