This is a fantasy story and not a depiction of real events or meant to be instructional.
I took a new job in Jacksonville, Florida about six months ago. I flirt with everyone, mildly with some, more risquΓ© with others. I match energy when flirting. I see it as harmless and a way to be charming and fake extroversion. Jessica asked if I could help her. She wasn't in awful shape but not great either. I said," ANYTHING for you." and gave a wink.
"ANYTHING? Don't make promises that you're not brave enough to keep. You want to be a tiger but you're a kitten. More like a PUSSY cat. PUSSY cat, PUSSY cat, PUSSY cat. When can I cash in on that "ANYTHING for me.", was her response.
"Anytime girl, anytime you want. You're always pretending to have a wild side. You don't have a kinky bone in you." I haven't got laid in a good while and she always talked like she had a freaky side and was in control of her guys.
"After work, come over to my place. I'll text you the address. And I want you to tell my husband that I don't have a kinky bone in me."
"Your husband will be there? I'm not trying to get killed."
"Don't worry, we'll have our alone time together you scared PUSSY cat."
Later in the afternoon, she came up behind me and put her hands on my shoulders. "I know you're scared but don't chicken out on tonight, PUSSY cat. She slid her hand up just above my adams apple and gave a squeeze and held it for a few seconds. She sat down next to me. "Do you think that any men get raped?"
"Well, statistically it would have to happen at least occasionally."
"Why do you think you never hear about the times it does happen?"
I said, "Men would be too embarrassed to admit it, or it would disrupt their current relationship and they would just move on. It would just be easier to not report and move on."
"Good to know. Do you think you would just move on?"
"As long as I wasn't seriously hurt, yeah."
"That's wonderful because if my little PUSSY cat is brave enough to show up and then gets scared it won't be allowed to leave. Are you brave enough to show up?"
"I'll show up and then you'll see a tiger"
"PUSSY cat, PUSSY cat, PUSSY cat."
Man, she was talking a good game. I was starting to get hard just listening to her. After work I put her address into my GPS. She lives in an average house in a quiet neighborhood with decent-sized yards. I pull in behind her car. The porch light was on and a few lights inside.
She opened the door and said, Come in my little PUSSY cat, PUSSY, PUSSY. She closed the door and locked it. She was wearing a pink robe, open with a simple black strapless bra and panty set. Her belly fat hanging over the band. She had a piece of paper and pen. Sign now! It basically said I consent and submit to ANYTHING up to and not limited to rape. Then another piece of paper with my quote that I would do ANYTHING for her scribbled across it. I signed.
"Pull your dick out."
"What?"
"I said pull your dick out. You will learn to do and not ask."
"Give me a few minutes let me get warmed up." Whap! She slapped me across my face. Hard! She looked down at my zipper and raised her eyebrows. I pulled my dick out soft.
"That's all you have to work with? That's a clit. PUSSY, PUSSY, PUSSY. Well, I like girls anyway. Stick your tongue out. I hope you can at least please a woman with that. Come on girlie, you are going to be putting that tongue to work." She leads me to her bedroom. The bed is situated more in the center of the room than up against a wall. There's a chair off to one side. "Strip now." Remembering the slap I start to get naked. As I bend down to get my socks off I get a belt across my ass. She didn't hold back. "Faster damn it, in the chair." Fuck that hurt. I pull everything off and jump for the chair to not get hit again.
"I like lipstick lesbos." She grabbed some lipstick off the dresser. "Pucker up." Whap! Slapped again. I was trying to come to terms with getting lipstick put on me and didn't pucker fast enough. She put a finger on my lips then pushed it in my mouth. Then two fingers. Pushing them in and out. She wiped saliva messily all over my mouth. She wiped my face dry and put the lipstick on me. "Oh, look what makes YOU hard."
I say, It's because there is a hot girl half naked sitting right in front of me. Whap! She grabbed my hair and hissed into my ear, "I didn't ask you one fucking question. Come on whore let's get the look right." She smeared on the lipstick. She brushed on blush. I could tell it was a lot, more than any woman would wear. She laughed and said to herself, "this fucking whore."