Autumn is winding down; I do the haying, which is so mechanized it barely counts as farm work. I do a few friends’ fields, too — I owe them for some water they sent my way when the piping got screwed up last spring, after the messy thaw.
I spend some of that time thinking about your sexuality — the rape fetish, and desire to see other girls get pushed. I don’t expect to understand it, and I’m not all that worried about it But it’s not any kind of normal I’m familiar with, and just maybe I need a little more information.
I switch off the bailer, climb up into the cab of the harvester where it’s cool and quiet, and punch a phone number I haven’t looked up in while.
“Heinrich. This is a surprise. You finally decided you wanted some adult conversation?”
“I have Willis when I want that.”
“Ha, you still name your pigs Willis. You know the real Willis died of cancer two years ago, right? You don’t have to symbolically slaughter him every Christmas anymore.”
“Yeah, but it never gets old. Was his death painful?”
“Very.”
“I guess there’s justice after all. What’s new, Barbara.”
“In the last ten years? A couple of grey hairs. Get down to it, Heinrich, I have dinner to think about. Why are you calling?”
“Girl troubles. More or less.”
There was a bit of a silence.
“I’m trying to decide if I should be flattered or just laugh at you. But I guess who else would you call? So is it that Japanese girl?”
“She’s a little young for me, don’t you think?”
“Well that just confirms it, doesn’t it Hinny. I mean how old was I when you got me behind the barn?”
“It wasn’t behind the barn, Barbs. That was Jennifer. I treated you to a nice bottle of wine and a comfortable spot in my bed.”
“And I didn’t treat you to intoxication of a minor or statutory rape charges. You’re welcome.”
“Appreciate that. But you’re still the woman who understands me best. And this girl is just… odd.”
“Oh, she likes you?”
“Not that odd. She sort of hates my guts, cooks me dinner every night because she chooses to, and has what I guess I’d call a rape fetish.”
“Damaged goods, Heinrich. Get yourself uninvolved. How old is she?”
“Twenty, I think.”
“Ha. You’re not going to be able to leave her alone, then. What exactly are you asking me for here?”
“I guess I want to understand the rape fetish thing. She likes it hard and dirty and disrespectful.”
“And you think I can help?”
“Barbs…”
“Just because I’m female doesn’t mean I understand all females. Some do like it rough, but I’m no expert.”
“You put up with Jim for two years, and he’s not all about candy and flowers, I’m thinking.”
She paused. “You always were kind of a bastard, Heinrich.”
“My father wouldn’t have appreciated that. Come on, Barbara. I’m having a wonderful time. Do I wake up some morning with a knife in my gut?”
“Nah. You’ve got that big cleaver in the barn. But it would have happened already. Look… a girl that age is supposed to still have a few illusions about guys. She obviously doesn’t. She wants to be liked or she wouldn’t cook meals. She feels like she’s not worth kind treatment or she wouldn’t want it rough and… what is the word, debasing. She’s trying to earn something or pay for something. Does she get off on it?”
“Yeah. Hard. I’m surprised the neighbors haven’t complained.”
“Huh. I don’t know then. I mean I like it when someone is forceful with me, it’s kind of flattering. But that’s not the same thing… alright, here’s what I suggest. Take her out to dinner. Not anywhere local, get out of town. Nice place, private table. Be nice, get her a little drunk. Bring her home and cuddle. Kiss her forehead. Affection. You know what affection is, right?”
“Barbara… you and I could have had something. We didn’t, but you don’t have to be mean about it.”
“Hinny, honey, you and I would never have had anything. My instincts are damn good, seeing as I’m a woman and all, and trust me I’m right. There are women for guys like you, I’m just not one of them. Nadia, now…”
“Miss Ames? She doesn’t give me the time of day.”
“Ask her sometime. She’ll give it to you to the second, in any part of the world. It’s kind of amazing what guys will miss. But she’s twenty seven, too old for you…”
“Funny woman. Anyway, so, affection. What happens then?”
“Maybe her shell will crack and whatever it is will come out. Sounds like the poor girl needs that. And Heinrich, I know what you get like. If you’re bruising her up-”
“I’m a bastard but not an asshole. But there is one more thing. Miyuki wants me to get with a girl she knows in college. And not in a nice way. You ever been tempted to get one of your girlfriends spanked?”
“Uh… no. Not even a little. There’s a couple I think need their mouths slapped by a guy hard enough to do it right, but that’s not sexual. So she wants a threesome? You’re really living the dream.”
“Or her nightmare. This is why I called. A girl wants to be pushed to the floor and taken… not a problem, I get that. A girl wants to see another girl tricked into rough play… I mean, sure, the more the merrier, but I don’t understand, and I feel like maybe I should.”
“I can’t help you. If someone slapped one of my girlfriends there’d be hell to pay. And tricked into rough play sounds like rape to me, so watch your damn step.”
“Alright. And you’re not pulling my leg about Nadia?”
“No, I’m not. She’s a sweet woman and it’s long past time you noticed that. Knowing you you’ll fuck it up, though.”
“And Nadia’s the candy and flowers sort?”
“She looks that way, doesn’t she.”
“Uh… yeah, but you didn’t answer my question.”
“Smart man. Anyway I have a pot roast to get going, Peter’s stopping by.”
“Sounds enjoyable.”
“Yeah, a good cut, I have some fat to trim but– oh, you mean Peter.”
“That’s what I thought you were talking about.”
“He’s lost twenty pounds, working though harvest. He don’t need much trimming now.”
“Well, enjoy.”
“You too. Stay out of jail. And… call anytime, Heinrich. Doesn’t have to be once a decade.”
I chuckle and hang it up, not that there’s anything to hang on these phones. I kind of miss that; banging a phone into the cradle was a satisfying way to end a call. Pushing a little picture of a button… eh. Too much modern technology is designed by little boys for little girls.
+++
I was in the barn when she drove up. I was a little surprised to see her actually show. I was getting an education, it seemed, on women. I watched her get out.
Sneakers, no socks, shorts, but again, nothing too short. Tight across the ass, though, which pretty much said it all. Halter top. Angelica, you said her name was. “Angelic.” You look the part, tall, thin, blond hair, not huge in a tit area, and that tight, rounded ass that I’ve already become acquainted with. Pretty enough, with the innocent, give-nothing-away look.
I wonder how naïve you are. Do you really believe I won’t be here today? Are you hoping I will be… or just clinging to the belief I won’t be, so you don’t have to admit you’re fascinated by what Miyuki gets?
The arrangement is simple enough. You get her in your bedroom. When the conversation turns sexual, you’ll close the drapes. That’s my cue to slip into the house and get into the room below yours, so I can listen through the old brass heat register in your floor. When I judge the time is right, or when you tap your foot on the register, I’ll make my way upstairs.
Time passes. I run a hose over Willis, who appreciates the relief from the late autumn heat and the occasional horsefly. I don’t figure you’ll bring up any intriguing topics right away. I sweep out the concrete slab, and get out a paint brush to daub the wood posts of Willis’s pen with bitter orange and paint. He flings a chunk of old rubber hose at me; I catch it and fling it back, smacking him in the flank. He grunts, noncommittally. Willis and I have a decent working relationship. I’m looking forward to Christmas.
An hour passes. I check your window every few minutes. Just as I’m looking away, I see the curtains shift.
I make my way into the house, quietly, and position myself to listen.
“So he left you,” I hear you say, flatly.
“He was a prick.”
“When did you find out he was cheating?”
“When Marlene told me to my face. She’s a total skank and doesn’t care who knows it. I’m sure she’s happily taking it up the ass every night.”
“He wanted anal?”
“Eh… no. Maybe. He wanted… never mind. I just… I mean I’m not easy, you know? And a lot of girls are. So guys tend to… ah, shit,” she says, bitterly. “How did we get on this topic?”
“You brought it up. My experiences with boys haven’t been so good either.”
“So you still sleep in his bed?”
“That’s not what I mean. Those experiences are amazing. I mean with boys, not men. They’ll push for a week for a five minute fuck. Then they apologize for being jerks. It’s contemptible. Nothing is worse than a boy who apologizes for what he wants.”
“So you do still sleep in his bed.”
“Every night. I’d be spanked if I said no.”
“Yuki there’s room in the dooms now, a few people dropped, you could-”
“I like his bed. I like his hands, gripping me, bending me. I like that he doesn’t apologize.”
“He fucking spanked me!”
“So you finally want to talk about that? I know. I watched. I watched you get whipped. I also watched you get aroused. He knew it too.”
“I should have gone to the police.”
“But you didn’t. You got wet instead. And I sucked him off afterwards.”
“Fuck, that’s sick. Seriously, we shouldn’t be talkin-”
“I’m not afraid to talk about what I like. Be honest with me, girl to girl. You were furious afterwards… but did you masturbate a lot the next day? Never mind, I know you did.”
“Shit, Yuki!”
“There’s no shame in it. I respond to his forcefulness. You do, too. It’s too late to say you don’t. Even if you wanted to lie, that blush says a lot.”
Pause.
“What is it… like? I” Angelica gives a nervous giggle. “Look, ok. We all have the… fantasy, I guess, of the guy that just… makes you. I don’t mean rape, I mean when they just look at you and demand stuff, and it gets to you. Is that what happened to you?”
“No. The first time he touched me was a spanking. I’m good at hiding it but I nearly came.”
“Did he use a belt?”
“No. His hand. He only uses a belt when he’s very angry. He only used one on me once and I think not as hard as he used it on you. Couldn’t you tell he was the sort of man you don’t give orders to?”
“No one’s ever spanked me! I mean how the fuck does he dare?”
“He took one look at me and knew what a spanking would do. And it’s the same with you. And about your spanking? He was rock hard afterwards, and came all over me — but he was thinking of you.”
“Shit. Stop. Look, I get it ok? Yes. Ok. Afterwards I found it… hot. But it’s wrong and I never want to see him again. He’s fucking scary.”
“Even if he only used his hand next time?”
“I’m not into spankings!”
“You weren’t. Things change when a man touches us. How many times did you come the next day?”
“Look, whatever, I had a crazy horny day, it happens.”
“No, I’m serious. How many times? You remember every orgasm. How many?”
“Why are you pushing to know?”
“Just making a point. Five?”
“…six.”
“And you judge me for sucking his cock?”
“It’s not the same fucking thing! He’s — I mean I’m not into — look, just because he- I mean I don’t judge you, I just don’t understand why — how –”
The toe of your shoe taps against the register as you get up. “You do understand. You understand how a powerful man can turn a woman’s body inside out. I get hot just thinking about what he does, Angie, and the truth is, you do too. I think you only confronted him to see what kind of man he is. Well, you found out. And you liked finding out…”
I walk upstairs quietly, and stand in the doorway, silently. The change in the light makes her turn around, and her eyes go wide. You smile, seductively and evilly, to me.
“Angelica. Enjoying my hospitality again?”
“You- Um…” Her eyes go to my hands. And then to the floor. “You shouldn’t have spanked-”
But she can’t finish it. Instead she stutters “I shouldn’t have said what I did. I’m sorry. It’s none of my business.”
I move, and stand over her. She doesn’t know where to look. “I should leave. I’m not welcome here.”
I wrap her pretty blonde hair in my fist, and force her to look up at me. Risky. But I can see the arousal; the jeans are tight across her ass; and suddenly she’s panting. Maybe she thinks it’s just fear.
“This time you’re welcome to stay — if you behave.”
“What the fuck? Let go!”
“He won’t let go,” you purr. “You’re curious about this, we both know it.” You slip over to her. “Don’t make him spank you again. Or is that what you want?”
“You’re both crazy,” she shouts.
“And you’re wet. Do you think I can’t smell it?” I say. I can feel her shaking.
“I know why you agreed to study here,” you whisper in her ear. “And it’s ok. Look at his hand. Think about what it does to me. Don’t you want to see it?”
I slide that hand over your breast. You whimper, softly. “He’s trained me to respond to his touch.”
She stares at it, and then shakes and tries to get free of my other hand. “Stop. Stop it. I’m not into… any of this. Groups. I don’t do-”
You reach over and tug the zipper of my jeans down, and draw me out. I’m hard. She stares at it, stuttering “Stop. N-no. Stop it! Stop. This is s-sick. Miyuki, you set this up, why? Let go of m-me!”
You lean forward and lick my cock, slowly. “We have to please him,” you murmur. “He’ll be… nice… if we’re good girls. We’re both going to suck his cock and get our pussies used.”
“Stop! Fuck I’m not-”
I drag her mouth to my cock. She turns her face away, but there’s a soft whimper.
“He heard that,” you whisper. “He knows what you felt. He knows what you want. That smell, that thickness, that warmth. Your mind goes crazy. Lick it. Like this. You want to. Lick it.”
I twist her hair, forcing her mouth back. “Lick it.”
“Lick it, Angie, or he’ll spank you again.”
“Lick it,” I growl.
“No! No! Stop, please stop! I- I don’t-”
I haul her over the bed, face down. She struggles, legs kicking. You reach around and find the snap. She howls in rage, but you yank the shorts down.
“Pretty panties,” you comment. “Pink. It’s as if she wanted this… isn’t it.”
I slap the inviting ass, hard. She shrieks.
“Yes it hurts, but it gets better and better,” you whisper in her ear. “And you can’t help but get wetter and hotter.”
“You crazy psychotic bitch!”
I bring my hand down again. “Maybe, but she’s my psychotic bitch, and you’ll be nice to her in this house.” Slap! “And you really” Slap! “do have a” Slap! “hot little ass.”
“Stop! Don’t do this, stop!”
Slap!
“It’s not even the pain,” you whisper to her. “It’s the strength. You can’t get away. He’s not frightened. He knows you want it. It turned you on so hard last time and he knows that. He knows why you chose those panties. He knows why you came back.”
Slap!
“Stop,” she moans. “Stop. It’s not true!”
Slap!
“No one’s ever going to know,” you whisper. “How turned on you get. When he’s done you’re going to need that big hard dick in your pussy. So will I.”
“Miyuki… you talk too much. Suck my dick while I get this ass pink.” I yank down the panties. Slap!
She’s panting. “P-Please stop. I know I was rude. Please. You already p-punished me. Please stop, I’m sorry!”
Slap!
You start to lick my cock, moaning softly. I force her to turn her head to watch, and slap her ass again. Her shivering becomes a nonstop thing. Her eyes are huge.
“Stop,” she whispers. “It… really hurts.”
I slide a finger between her thighs. She shivers harder.
“You get wet fast, Angelica,” I comment. My finger slides in, slowly.
She shudders. “Please, no.”
“Please no what? Would you rather I went back to spanking?”
She’s staring at my cock and what you’re doing with it. “N-no,” she whispers. And then: “she just… obeys you, why?”
Out comes the finger. Slap!
“I think you know why. You will, too.”
“No! No I –”
Slap!
I slide the finger back in. She whimpers. “Why won’t you stop. I said no. You’re supposed to stop. Please!”
But it’s a plaintive sound, and it just makes touching her more erotic.
“I don’t take orders from girls in my own house. You like sucking cock, don’t you.”
She just whimpers more, staring at it.
“Miyuki… take your clothes off. Show Angelica how the good sluts behave in my house.”
You strip slowly, pausing to run your hand up and down the length of my cock a few times. Angelica keeps staring at it.
“You can suck and be fingered,” I tell Angelica. “Or I can go back to spanking. One pleases me and one pisses me the hell off. Fucking happens either way. Choose wisely.”
“I — I can’t think-”
I slide my finger into her pussy again, and pull her by the hair towards my cock. She’s whimpering in fear, but her lips part.
“I’m- not like this-”
Slap! “Never lie to me.”
I press her mouth against my cock, and hold her there. She’s frozen, shaking with the effort of not licking.
“He’s going to fuck us both,” you whisper to her. “It’s nice… if you’re nice first. Lick his cock.”
She moans, shaking harder. “I — no- please-”
“Like this,” you say in the most sexy, depraved voice I can imagine, and you run your tongue over the head of my cock. Her mouth shivers against my shaft. I run my fingernails over her bright pink ass, slowly. Sobbing, she licks along the shaft, suddenly and helplessly.
“Good girls,” I whisper. “Lick it totally hard so you can be fucked the way you need it.”
“Why,” she moans. “Why? I apologized. Why are you making me- Don’t — don’t make me do this.”
But the way she’s licking makes it obvious that I’d have to pull her away to make her stop. I find it funny that a girl will still try to deny with her words what every other part of her admits freely. “A woman,” I once read, “lies with her mouth but tells the truth with her eyes.” I’m discovering just how true that is.
“But we want to do this,” you whisper, seductively. “He makes us want it. That’s when men do. They make us want it, and punish us when we lie about it. All those times you came, fantasizing about what he’d make you do…This was the fantasy, wasn’t it.”
“I- no-”
“Look at how hard he is. That’s for you. He’s going to fuck you.”
“Please…” She’s down to a dazed whisper now. I press her mouth against my cock, tighter, and her mouth immediately goes back to sliding along my shaft. I’m throbbing. This is fucking addictive.
“Undress her,” I tell you. She shudders, looking up at me.
“No. Please. I’m not… into girls. I’ll… please I can’t think. I’ll- fuck. I’ll undress for you…”
“No,” I snap. “Because you’re too busy sucking my cock like the eager little slut we both know you are. Miyuki?”
There’s not much clothing left to take off. You undo the knots on her halter, and it slides away. Her bra is next. Removing it does something to her, something dark and slutty, and suddenly she’s taking all of my cock in her mouth. Her panties are still around her thighs and her jeans are bunched around her knees. You attend to her shoes and jeans, but I make you leave the panties where they are. I like the faint suggestion of her limbs being trapped.
A stray though crosses my mind: Miss Ames, spanked, her mouth forced against my cock… she seems so innocent and sweet. But a lot of women do. What would I see in her eyes? Maybe it’s time to look deeper…
You moan, watching Angelica, and slide your body up against mine, moving your lips to my ear.
“Fuck her. Please, I need you to. Fuck her roughly. Teach her body what you taught mine. Teach her that she comes whether she wants to or not.”
She hears you. The soft mewl she makes reveals everything.
I press her mouth down, choking her on my cock, cutting off her air. With the other hand, I rip her panties off her legs, shredding them. She screams against my cock. I slap her ass again, hard.
I push her onto her back. The shocked look in her eyes… I force her legs apart and then I’m pushing my hardness against her pussy. In. In. In.
Whimpering, you slide yourself into a kneel just beyond her head, grab her arms and trap them under your legs.
The fucking begins. She’s slippery and tight and shaking, head tossing back and forth, hair everywhere, nipples hard. Perfect.
“Relax, baby,” you hiss to her. “He’s had a vasectomy. Fuck he’s big, isn’t he. It hurts when it takes me… I know, baby, I know. The thoughts that won’t leave you alone. Why does it feel so good. Why can’t I fight it. I can’t come, I can’t, he’ll know I’m a slut. Am I just a spank loving, cocksucking, pretty little slut toy for the first man able to see what I wanted? I didn’t know. How did he know?… Those thoughts just make you hotter. Ohh… he’s pounding you so hard. Maybe if you milk him good there won’t be any left for me. You do want him all for yourself, don’t you? Oh baby, don’t wince. I know your ass burns. But it just makes the pleasure deeper in the end…”
You slide your hands over her breasts, and begin to toy with her nipples. “I’m not into girls either, baby. But I’m into his orgasms, and he likes what I’m doing to you. I’m going to twist them… did that make you clench down on his cock?… He’ll like that. Do it again.”
Her eyes are suddenly blank, staring… she feels the beginnings of the need to come. She’s fighting it. You see it, too. You twist her nipples back and forth, quickly. She moans.
“Please, sir,” you whisper to me. “Please may I masturbate and come when she does. Please, look at me, I’m dripping into her hair. Please. I’ll be… pretty for you… and I won’t come until you say I can… please…”
How much of that you said just to fuck with Angelica’s head I don’t know, but it gets to me, sincere or not. I just snarl, and fuck Angelica faster. She’s so slick, and her legs are beginning to rub against me. She’s expressionless, in that hot way that screams she doesn’t dare, dare show her true feelings.
“No,” she whispers. “No. Not this. Not- fuck. Stop. Stop! I don’t- I don’t like it. Please? I don’t-”
I pause, and slap her face, hard enough that she’ll associate lying with punishment, and then run my thumb over her lower lip. After a moment, she’s sucking my thumb. I take it away and pound her again. Her head continues to toss from side to side, and her legs slide against my torso, sensually.
“You don’t like it? You love it,” you whisper to her, panting now. “Please him. You don’t want to be slapped again… do you? Please him with your body. You can’t help how good it feels. Don’t lie, he knows what this does to you. You’re going to come so, so hard. So shamefully hard. You can’t fucking help yourself. Sluts like us never can. And he knows it. Fuck you’re so helpless, so stunned, but the way your body reacts is so hot, begging for more — and more — and more… feel that cock taking you. We want his cum so much. Make him gush-”
This time I slap you, for talking too much. Angelica moans wildly, her hips tilting up invitingly. You give a half-sob and fall against me, kissing my mouth, wetly.
Now I’m the one fighting orgasm. Your tongue moves eagerly, coaxing me. Angelica writhes under me, her arousal suddenly tearing to the surface, her moans and whimpers and pants eager and frantic and loud. You masturbate faster, groaning against my mouth. “You got her. Fuck yes. You can take anything now, fuck she’s so needy, take more, no mercy – take every- everything — I have to come, fuck I can’t stop- I have to come!”
“Oh… stop?” whispers Angelica, one final time, in a little-girl, lost voice, but her belly is already starting to tighten, over and over, and the way her pussy is sucking at my cock is insane, slippery and hot and inviting-
You reach down and force your fingers, slippery with yourself, into her mouth. “Come for him. Come. Come, slut! Come or he’ll slap you again-”
Angelica arches slowly and helplessly, shame in her eyes before they flutter closed. Then she’s thrashing. “No…no, no, no, FUCK! I can’t stop it! FUCK! FUCK! OH, FUCK!”
Chain reaction. I can’t stop myself from jetting into her. You force your mouth against mine, open and begging for penetration, and I jet again, nearly screaming. Then you come as well, shrieking into my mouth, writhing and sobbing — I grab hair and breasts, not knowing which or who, all that matters is shapes and gripping and taking, and that last burning jet and the sobbing noises you both make-
I collapse onto the bed. That was fucking unbelievable.
Angelica is shaking. “Why?” she whispered.
You open your mouth, but I snap my foot against your side, and you subside.
“Because I wanted it,” I said. “Spanking you made me want more.”
She’s shaking, and I pull her against me, running my hands slowly over her. “I knew you’d… respond.”
“But… you have her. Why me?”
“Now I have you, too.”
“No. No, no, no. That’s so wrong, and there’s a guy on campus-”
I side my hand between her legs. She looks up at me with an almost sickened expression in her eyes. “Don’t. Please?”
But I do. Slowly and firmly, I pet her body until it responds again. She closes her eyes, tightly, and then nods, giving a strange sort of approval to what I’m doing. When she comes again, I bite her just where the neck meets the shoulder, pinning her to the bed that way. Her orgasm is brief but violent.
“I’m such a slut,” she whispers, afterwards. And then, “Please tell me the vasectomy is true.”
“It is.”
And the stray thought wanders though: does Miss Ames want children?
She turns to you, suddenly. “Swear to me. No one finds out. Ever. I’m fucking event coordinator for the Simone de Beauvoir Appreciation society, people would laugh at me.”
“The feminist? No wonder you needed to get laid so badly,” you say with a sardonic smile.
“Don’t be a bitch, Miyuki. And actually, Beauvoir would be right at home in this room. She used to seduce her female students and then share them with Sartre. Threesomes happened. There’s some feminism for you.”
“Uh… you’re a farmer?” she says, a little stunned.
“I’m a farmer. Who reads. Winter is a whole fourth of the year and Wikipedia is kind of fascinating, come around January.”
“She later renounced that behavior.”
“The hell she did. She saw sex without affection as liberating, a way to break free of a feminine role that she thought was an artificial construction of society. Trust me, Miyuki is practically channeling her right now. Well, not exactly; she wouldn’t like the fact that ‘Yuki cooks my dinners.”
“I can’t believe I did this… I need to leave.”
“That’s up to you,” I said, equably. “But I will want you back here.”
“Um…”
“Look at my cock.”
“No.”
I grip her hair. “Didn’t you learn from being spanked and slapped? Look at it.”
She shivers, and does. You smile. So do I.
“You’ll be back here. What happened to you here is going to make you want it. You can’t help that. I’ll let Miyuki know when you’re wanted again.” I stand up. “Clean my cock, ‘Yuki.”
You nod, and begin to suck on me. Angelica just stares in a kind of fascinated horror.
“This is so messed up. It’s wrong.”
“That’s why you came like that, Angelica. You need wrong. Your turn. Lick my balls.”
“I’m not-”
“You are. Do it. Now.”
Dazed and stunned, she crawls over the bed and tries, but the angle is awkward. After a few seconds of clumsy fussing. I take her by the hair and guide her to a kneeling position on the floor. She gets in and licks, and I stroke her hair, lightly.
Your smile is the most evil thing I have ever seen. I smile back, push Angelica back and leave the room, clothing crumpled under my arm. I imagine you two have some girl chatting to do, and I’m not interested in that part.
Nothing is hotter than girl playthings. I think about the hooks in the wall downstairs, and smile.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/f3yqsm/rent_comes_due_part_3