Tall Dark and Dangerous Part 2 [force,dark]

Chapter 1- I don’t have a problem, they have a problem…

The tall man in the slick suit looks down at his watch after he takes his seat amongst the deviants. He can’t believe he has a fucking year of this shit to sit through. He wants to tear into the fucking 300lb neck beard who got busted spying on high school girls trying on clothes at American Eagle. Fucking pervert had a problem. Me though? I did not have a problem. He thinks to himself “my bitch of an ex had a problem.” She reported that he “assualted” her last new years eve. They had done everything under the sun in bed, she even went ass to mouth a few times when drunk. She was filthy. It all went to shit one night when he was drunk and accidently said her sister’s name when he was balls deep in her. She kicked him out and she had officers at his office the day to book me for sexual assault. He had taken a similar deal that the Gen did and just got on with things as soon as possible. Having to clearly state that he was guilty of sexual assult did something to him though, it planted a seed in a very dark corner of his brain that lucky had not gotten the light needed to grow.

That was until Herb took the podium. Herb did have a problem. Herb was blunt about it. Herb liked having sex with girls that were not his wife, and more importantly, did not want to have sex with him. On his light nights he would flirt with girls at bars and fuck them in his van. On his bad nights he skipped the first step. He had 15 years of his life time sentence completed in jail for rape. Jail had robbed him of shame, or decency. If you asked, Herb a was the worst kind of open book. He would go into grisly detail about his transgressions. Talking about the young girls that he charmed at the bar, their outfits, ages, and how they screamed when he pinned them down. Telling the room how he would usually look for girls in short skirts that smelled of cigarettes. He knew that they were with people who knew they dissapeared for periods of time to smoke, and he would not risk tearing pants to fuck them if there was a struggle. There is no telling how many he girls Herb raped. Talking about how he would bind their hands with soft lined leather cuffs to not leave marks, quickly clipping them to the waiting wall in his van before he ripped their panties off. He talked about the rise of the thong in the late 80’s and how he was disappointed that pubic hair became almost non existent in the late 90’s.He talked about the large tub of vasoline he kept in his van for “the dry cunts that really did not want it” and he bragged about the “sluts who were already wet for him”. It was grotesque, but Tom was hanging on every word. Herb would take everything from these girls. If they tried to give in, letting their legs fall apart to offer him their young fresh cunts he would reach for an extra glop of vasoline and swirl it around their assholes, pushing himself deep into the last place they wanted him to be. He made sure to never cum in them, always pulling out and filling their panties with the evidence, releasing them to find their friends in the dark smoky clubs, drunk, crying and disoriented. Herb went on for over 20 years, finally being caught be a quick thinking sorority girl who used her crude camera phone to record her own rape, somewhere in 2000’s. Police found him in the time it took him to drive home, discovering his stash of cum filled panties in large plastic totes in his garage. Most of these “addicts” were total bone kills, but Tom looked forward to Herb speaking, each story watering my dirty secrete seed until it was in full bloom pushing through the cracks of his morals to get through. Months went on like this. Gen sitting next to Tom, fidigiting when Herb spoke, Tom stealthy trying to hide his now frequent erections brought on by the vivid recounts of Herbs crimes.

Herb was there not for help, but as a cautionary tale of what giving in to their desires would result in.

The assigned counselor was nice enough, brought good snacks and validater parking. She always had tips for avoiding relaspes. Her biggest ones being to disrupt the conditions that lead to sex. She suggested all the ladies to stop shaving their pubic hair and wear basic panties. “If you are not proud of your downstairs, you wont be tempted to go home with him or you would need an hour of prep to get in game shape.” Gen laughs loudly at her instructions, leaning over to tell Tom you have been neatly trimmed or shaven since you were 15.

His cock stiffens thinking about her bald pussy, then quickly runs to the thought of it not so bald, thinking of the whispy blonde hairs growing in, her shame of her naughty bits growing with it. He notices her squirm and try to sneak a scratch without anyone noticing over the coming weeks. He commended her on taking the counselors advice the 3rd time he sees her scratching her croutch. Gen turns beat red. “Shit am i that obvious?” He laughs, patting her knee, a big no no in this group. “All of you are.” He gesture to the circle as Gen sees the other ladies slyly scratching their boxes, their hair growing and curling back into their soft skin, irritating them to no end. All but one of the ladies seems to be experiencing this for the first time in ages. The other girl either has the self control of a saint, which judging by her stories is far from the case, or most likely, she was rocking a jungle bush before this program.

“Well its hell for us. Gen says, “guys have it easy. No special rules for you.” She says, a terse tone in herr voice as she scratchs a little less bashful this time. “Hey its hard work keeping out of trouble. Its the begining of summer, that means a fresh batch of interns. I would normally be balls deep in an eager, stacked 19 year old right now. Telling her how she really showed promise, telling her about how bright her future was at the firm, right before i blow my load on her naive little face. Leaving her with nothing but student loans and hpv.” Gen gives Tom a disguested look as she is begining to see that he may not be so harmless after all.

Gen may have picked the wrong person to get through this with she thinks. The weeks turn to months as the two “friends” go through the meetings, listening to person after person confess their darkest secretes. Some like Herb are truly fucked up, others are as the two usually joke about are “adorable” belittling their “problem” someone jacking off in the back of a comic book store to amime porn is not something that 20 people need to listen to they just each week.

Gen seems to be doing well with the programs, still complaining about her “unmaintained garden” and rocking some very visable panty lines each meeting. “So you are really doing it huh? No sex for you?” Gen beams, feeling pride in her unusally long “dry spell” she stands up and announces its been months since she last had sex, praising the teachers tips, joking about the disaster between herr legs, and borrowing her mothers panties. She sheepishly confirm the effectiveness of “tactical masturbation” that the class learned about and declare that she is ready to start looking for a healthy, emotion based relationship, not one based on physical attraction.

“Can i take you out for a drink? Youknow to celbrate how far you came? You deserve to blow off some steam with a friend.” Gen looks at Tom, trying to see past his smooth personality, and into his actual intentions. “Sure, but this is not a date, this is the furthest thing from a date.” He smiles and nods.

“Oh this is for sure not a date.” He says a little devilish.

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