What If… [MF] [exhib] [dub-con]

*Showing cleavage today again?*

Of course I am. I reply, “Maybe.” I’m wearing yet another tank top and yoga pants, my favorite uniform for working from home. My hair is loose, reaching below my shoulder blades and tickling my neck when the wind blows. Grinning, I look back up to continue my walk.

*Well hope your nips are poking. Any watchers?”*

“Not yet.” I’m about to pass the house where my admirer has sat nearly daily, poorly concealed in his truck or sitting on his trailer. I feel his eyes on me even when I’ve passed by him. But today he’s not there. Darn, I kind of like the attention. Maybe he’ll be here when I am on my way back in a bit.

Continuing on, it’s almost time to turn around when a truck pulls up beside me. He asks if everything is ok. “Oh yeah, I’m just walking.” I flash him a friendly smile and tilt my head, noticing his eyes wander down. “Ok, I was just checking. You sure?” He looks almost thirsty as he glances down again. “I’m seriously good but I do appreciate your concern.” I grin bigger, letting him know he was caught red handed. What if?

What if…

…I innocently accepted his offer and willingly got in his truck?

…he got a little handsy and when fending off his attacks I didn’t notice he missed my turn?

…he brought me to his house instead just to grab “just one thing” he forgot?

…he invited me in for a moment to have some water, knowing I needed it?

…I woke up hours later naked in a bed I didn’t recognize?

…I tried to get up but my legs and hands were still too heavy to move?

…his nude body moved on top of mine, his knees spreading my own, his hardness lay on my softness?

…he pushed inside of me, sliding easily down the passage he’s already used twice while I was asleep?

…this time I open my mouth, the only body part I can control and the scream that I intended to let out was replaced by a moan?

…I feel warmth beginning to spread outward from his intrusion?

…my body, still not controlled by me, begins to tighten around him, squeezing him as I’m overtaken by my own pleasure?

…his words are demeaning, humiliating, convincing me that I like this?

What if I believe him?

Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/gdlqba/what_if_mf_exhib_dubcon