Divorcee And Debutante 02

Author's Note: I decided to upload the chapters weekly so they should come out each Thursday or Friday.

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Garret woke up to the feeling of Sarah's warm, wet mouth working up and down his shaft. It was still fairly early and they had gone to sleep late so it took him several long moments to figure out what was going on. She kept her hand still at the base of his cock to keep it pointed straight up in the air, and then bobbed her head up and down slowly as she tried to look into his eyes.

Sarah definitely knew what she was doing when it came to blowjobs, and after he got his bearings Garret allowed her to keep working for several more minutes to enjoy the experience. When she raised her lips back up his shaft to the tip she would use her tongue to swirl around the head or massage the underside of his cock, before pulling back far enough that just her pursed lips were around the tip. And then she did it all over again, before changing things up and kissing up and down each side of the shaft. With her in control of the speed and the angle, she was able to take him all the way in until the head went into her throat, where she swallowed several times to massage him before pulling back up.

Garret loved the feeling of the blowjob, but something didn't sit completely right with him about it. With Sarah, he was supposed to be in charge, and right at that moment she looked like she was calling the shots. True, she was naked, lying between his legs, and pleasuring him with her mouth, but... he decided to take charge anyway.

Garret reached down to touch her face, and then reached back to grab her jet black hair gently before pulling her mouth up and off of him. She looked extremely disappointed.

"Good morning daddy, don't you want me to suck you off," she said, pouting nicely. She had apparently redone her makeup already that morning and her big hazel eyes looked up at him with a pleading expression. She reached and grabbed his wrist and pushed it down to the bed with a surprising amount of strength. Garret had always felt weak right after waking up, especially after a night of drinking, and her grip was surprisingly strong. He reached for her with his other hand but she pinned that down as well.

"Please just let me do this! I want to taste your cum and swallow it before I have to go to work," she said as she put her plump red lips back on him and began to suck with even greater enthusiasm.

Garret was torn. On the one hand, he did not like being held down by her, and he determinedly pulled his hands away until she released them and started to work his shaft with them instead. But it did feel

so

good, so what was the harm in letting her have her way?

He relaxed and laid back, and she hummed happily as she realized she had gotten what she wanted. She put on a full display for him then, moving to a kneeling position and pinching her nipples for him while he watched her work her magic with her mouth, and then moaning as she moved her hand down in between her legs instead. She lifted her ass up into the air and wiggled it slightly, displaying the round globes that were outlined by the string of her thong panties and highlighted by the tramp-stamp tattoo just below on her lower back.

She grabbed one of his hands and moved it to her breast, and he obliged by palming and squeezing the soft flesh. Under her expert and very determined ministrations, and with an amazing view, he came after about five minutes, shooting several ropes of cum into her mouth and seeing her happily swallow it all down. She looked triumphant and extremely pleased with herself.

Sarah then knelt in between his legs, sitting upright, and rubbed her pussy determinedly for a minute or two until she came with a small gasp before lying down next to him with a sigh. They stayed like that, snuggled next to each other for several minutes, before she stirred again.

"I have to work a Saturday morning shift today," Sarah said, sounding annoyed. "Everyone has to do it once a month but I'm basically half-asleep while I'm there. I'd rather stay here with you."

"I'd rather have you stay too. I like having you in my bed," he replied with a smile.

She blushed slightly and kissed his cheek. "Well, all good things must come to an end, and I need to get to work."

"Do you have time for me to make us breakfast," Garret asked as she sat up and scooted towards the edge of the bed, but Sarah shook her head sadly.

"I'm supposed to be there in a half hour," she said, pointing at the clock that said it was twenty minutes till seven. "But, you have my number, right? Go back to sleep and text me when you wake up."

Garret walked her to the door after he helped her to find her clothes and coat and called her a ride, and then kissed her deeply at the door before she left. He did what she suggested, sleeping soundly for several more hours. Great sex and then a blowjob the next morning was not what he had been expecting when he agreed to go out with his younger friends, but it was a very welcome surprise.

He texted Sarah around noon, assuming her shift would be done by then, and suggested that they get together for a real date the next evening but she didn't reply. He guessed that she was sleeping and found other things to occupy himself for a few hours.

He decided to go out to buy a few small items of bondage gear from a specialty shop in town, just in case he was able to see her the next night. He had wanted to use cuffs, ball gags, collars, and other fun things with Ashley but had never been able to, and now that he had been with a woman who liked his dominant side he was sure he was going to want to start collecting some gear sooner rather than later.

After getting home and having his usual protein shake for dinner, and still seeing no word from Sarah, he decided to answer the barrage of messages from the group chat the guys had added him to. After a few messages back and forth, he agreed to go out with them again that night.

***

"Our conquering champion returns," Sean boomed loudly to the entire room at the restaurant, waving Garret over with a grin as he walked towards their table.

"I knew you'd be an absolute boss," he continued as Garret sat down and joined them. Ben and Jared hadn't arrived yet, but Sean and Kevin proceeded to compliment him on his skill in getting Sarah to come back to his place and they high-fived when he confirmed that he had 'sealed the deal' with her.

"I thought it went really well, but I texted her today and she never replied," Garret said, sounding a little concerned.

Jared laughed as he sat down and joined the group. "That's the ideal, dude. You got what you wanted and now you don't have to put up with her or anything. That's perfect," he exclaimed.

Garret snorted. "So the goal is to just use them and then drop them? Doesn't that feel a bit... pointless?"

"Pointless," Sean snorted. "No, there's definitely a point, and you got your point right inside that hot little chick last night, am I right?"

"Look, everyone is using everyone else, and she probably wasn't even interested in a real relationship," Ben said as he sat down as well and joined the conversation after overhearing it as he walked over. "Women use men in so many ways, and they don't think anything of it. What's wrong about turning the tables on them a bit?"

"In my experience, women generally don't treat men like some piece of meat," Garret said defensively.

"Oh they don't, do they? Isn't that exactly what that girl did with you last night," Sean asked.

"I mean, I had a hand in that. I was doing my best to manipulate her into getting naked," Garret replied.

"Yeah, and she was doing the same thing. In this case it worked out because your goals were aligned, so you both got what you wanted. Until you screwed it up by actually texting her," Jared interjected.

"Oooh, yeah, we probably should have told him not to text her," Kevin said, shaking his head.

"She specifically asked me to text her as she was leaving," Garret said, somewhat annoyed by their reactions.

"Oh then you definitely should have waited another day at least bro," Sean said. "If they ask you to text them that's a classic shit-test. Like, if she asks you to do some shit, will you do it? And then if you do do it that means you're less valuable than she is, and that makes her want to look around to see if she can trade up."

"Or she just ghosted because she doesn't want the pressure and commitment of being in a relationship," Jared added with an annoyed glance at Sean. "Girls ghost for so many reasons. She didn't actually like you enough to date you, or she liked you too much and that scares her, or she thinks her friends won't like you, or she thinks her friends will like you *too* much, or she already has a boyfriend and she was cheating, or... you get the idea."

"Look, my basic point is that, normally, women use men far more than men use women," Ben said, jumping back in and steering the conversation back to the bigger picture. "They get us to pay for drinks, entire dates, gifts... Some idiots even pay for their waxing and salon treatments!"

"But it's way bigger than that," Sean said, jumping in before Garret could respond. "We've all had group projects in school, and so many girls just look pretty and bat their eyelashes at the guys and get them to do all the work."

Jared added, "And then there are all these advertisements which are basically just a pretty face or a nice pair of tits that convince you, the consumer, to buy garbage from corporations who hate you and just want to suck you dry. Women happily get paid to help manipulate men."

"Yeah but the worst one has to be divorce," Sean said. "I think it's 80% of divorces are initiated by women now? And they're still by far the biggest recipients of alimony and child support, even though everyone works these days and supposedly everything is 'equal'. How many of your friends got screwed when their wives dumped them?"

"Most of them," Garret mumbled grudgingly before taking another sip from his drink. The fact that Ashley hadn't tried to destroy him had actually come as a surprise to him, even after all their time together, simply because he had seen so many examples of his older male friends being financially ruined as a result of their wives leaving.

"You guys haven't even mentioned the best example," Kevin said. "SexyFans and other cam sites are now a four billion dollar a year industry. And that doesn't include all the in-person strip clubs, or the escort services, or any number of other forms of selling sex. That means that billions and billions of dollars a year are flowing from pathetic, loser men into the hands of greedy women who are using the power of sex to make themselves very comfortable."

"Wait, wait," Garret said. "Almost all of those are examples of a completely voluntary exchange. These guys choose to pay for a girl to do whatever on the cam sites. They choose to go to the strip club, or to buy a product that has sexy marketing. They even choose to help out girls with school work because they're hoping it will win them some points and maybe get them laid. How is that the fault of those women, since the men could put a stop to it if they wanted to?"

Sean snorted derisively. "First of all," he said, "most men are not consciously making any of those decisions. They do it based off of feelings, instincts coded into us through millions of years of evolution. We like helping women. We like seeing women and making them happy. But guys like us, who've seen through it, we can say no, and what does that do? Absolutely nothing, because there are plenty of losers out there that will keep propping up a system that gives way too much power to women."

"But here's the really big thing," Jared jumped in. "It's not just the women who are directly involved in selling sex somehow. The concept that women exchange sex and sexuality, or even just their time and attention in a relationship, for money or other benefits is so pervasive in the culture that it's infected all younger women. They always expect free stuff and help from guys they're sleeping with. It always becomes a means for them to have power over a man."

"Look, I'm not saying any of that is completely wrong, but it sounds like you don't like women very much and I'd be concerned that this could make it really hard for you guys to find a real relationship," Garret replied.

"It's not that I hate women or something," Sean said. "But I understand them, and that means that to get what I want, I need to have power in the relationship. Power, and winning, is what every relationship is really about. Women win by getting as much as possible from men while putting out as little as possible in return. Men win by getting sex for free, or as close to free as possible. Winning means you have power over the other person because you made them do what you wanted, and losing means that they made you do what they wanted. It's easy to understand."

"That's a pretty simplistic view of relationships, don't you think," Garret asked dryly. "Maybe that makes sense for one night stands but it doesn't apply to long term relationships that mean something."

"Your wife initiated the divorce, right," Sean asked, drawing raised eyebrows from the other guys in the group.

"Hey, whoa, I don't think..." Ben started, but Garret cut him off.

"It's fine. Yeah, she did," he replied defiantly, inwardly telling himself to calm down. These guys were two decades younger than him, and he was not going to let himself get riled up.

Sean looked at Ben and said, "He needs to hear this, so shut up and let me say it," before turning back to Garret and taking a breath.

"Her divorcing you means that she had way too much power in the relationship. Think about your marriage, and how much power you really had. Like, could you tell her what to wear or what to cook?"

"I sometimes asked for something in particular and she would usually agree," Garret replied.

"Right, but what if it was something she didn't want to do? Could you tell her that you wanted to change something about how you were raising your kids, and she'd just accept it? What if you had wanted another kid and she didn't? Could you have just told her to get over it?"

That one hit home for Garret, and he leaned back for a moment, remembering the fight about the vasectomy or tubal ligation procedures.

"No, because it's her body and I don't have a say over what she does with it," he replied, somewhat failing to conceal the edge to his voice.

"Well, wouldn't it have been better for you if you did have a say? Wouldn't your life have been better if she would have obeyed you? Stop thinking about right and wrong, or your 'principles' or whatever, or what would make *her* happy, and just think about what would have been the best for Garret," Sean pressed.

"Well of course I would have liked to get what I wanted, whenever I wanted," Garret ground out. "Who wouldn't want that?"

"Exactly my point," Sean said triumphantly. "And it goes way beyond that. Power matters even more in a long-term relationship than in a one-night-stand. If you're confident in yourself, and you believe your decisions to be the best, then why wouldn't you want to have the power to enforce them? And you can use that for good, selfless purposes, or whatever, but you can also use it to just have more fun. Like, if you wanted to have a threesome with a cute barista you just met, you could have just told your wife that that's what's going to happen, and that she has to be happy about it. If you had enough power, that is."

Garret was unhappy with the direction of the conversation and wanted to redirect it away from the supposed shortcomings of his own marriage, so he tried to bring it back to the original question.

"So," he said, "you use women, because women use men, and we're somehow correcting the balance of power by doing that? How does that fix anything?"

"It doesn't fix anything," Ben replied, "except that it improves your life. The fact is that the more power you have in a relationship, the better it's going to be for you. Whether it's a one-night relationship or fifty years."

"Your wife would never have felt that she could just end the marriage like that if she didn't feel like she had the *power* to make that decision," Sean said, bringing the conversation right back to the topic where Garret felt weakest.

"When I date women I make it my goal to have *all* the power in the relationship," he continued. "If I can't have that, I leave them immediately. You can do whatever you want to do, but trust me, it's good to have the power."

"Alright, I... That's about as much of that as I can take," Garret said wearily. "Let's just have some fun tonight and not think about what any of it means."

"Sorry I can be a little blunt sometimes," Sean said, as Garret raised his hand to wave off the apology. "But I thought it would be good for you to think about this stuff for a bit. Your instincts with women are solid and you have great game, so yeah, maybe just don't think about it too much and you'll be fine."

Over the first round of drinks they each recounted the rough outlines of how the previous evening had gone for them. Everyone except Ben had gotten laid, and he had only failed because his target had gotten too drunk for sex. Several of the other guys recounted past experiences where that had happened to them, and what strategies they had successfully used to keep a girl from getting wasted in the past.

Garret helped the younger guys work to get new women that evening, but they weren't as successful as they had been Friday. Garret got a few numbers from attractive younger women but didn't feel like pursuing anything that night. He guessed that having three orgasms within twenty-four hours would be possible but a bit much for him at his age, so he just enjoyed getting some interest and attention with the possibility of something more in the future.

Throughout the course of the night he thought about power and relationships. He realized that the guys were at least partially right. Sarah had slept with him because he suggested that he was likely to reject her, and she wanted to prove that she was desirable, which gave him power in their short-lived relationship. He also had the power when they had sex, but then he gave that power up the next day. He'd let her do what she wanted, passively receiving the blowjob, and then he completely gave over the power to her when he texted the same day like she asked. That gave her the option of ghosting or just ignoring him, meaning that she had complete control of their (likely non-existent) future.

He had really thought that she liked him. The sex had been fantastic for both of them, he was sure of it. Why would she play some game to get power over him, when things had been so great? Sarah had loved it when he was in control during sex, but apparently that hadn't been enough. Or, like Kevin had said, there could have been any number of other reasons for her to not reply. He really didn't know her at all.

He went back to his apartment alone when most of the rest of the guys headed to a dance club. He felt strangely relieved to be coming home alone, because he really just wanted time to think. Was there some kind of greater meaning and purpose to life, or did he just exist to make himself happy? And what would actually make him happy? Was there something deeper than happiness? When was the last time he'd really felt something that he could call 'Satisfaction?' Were relationships really all about power?

***

Eve felt like she had been building up to this night for a long time. It was Saturday, when she did one of her longer shows, and she had planned and practiced this show for the last month. She had been streaming every day, just for an hour each weekday but for three on Saturdays and Sundays, and posting pictures and videos every day, and she was finally a top-ranked performer. With what she planned for tonight, she was hoping to take the number one spot.