Fiction Stories

“Oh! I… I didn’t realize anyone was here.” The words were breathy, almost rehearsed. Kathy stopped dead, her hand still on the doorknob. The words she’d been about to say caught in her throat. Krista made no move to cover herself, a subtle defiance that sent a flicker of something unreadable through Kathy.

Krista watched her for a moment, a slight glint in her eye, then finally, casually stood, exposing her shaved pussy. Kathy’s breath hitched. Deliberate? The thought sent a jolt through Kathy. A silent dare, and one she was suddenly very interested in accepting.

“We are alone, Krista.” Kathy closed the door firmly. “And I think it’s time we had a talk.” For the first time, Krista looked uncertain, perhaps regretting how vulnerable she was, half dressed like this.

“My son seems quite taken with you, Krista” Kathy said, letting the words hang in the air. Infatuated was more like it. Blinded by that pretty little face and those curves. “Worshiping that pert ass of yours, no doubt.” Kathy sat herself down on the edge of the bed as she spoke, smoothing her skirt with her hands. “You’re a pretty young thing.” She continued, her voice softening just slightly. “I bet that’s got you everything you’ve wanted, hasn’t it? Made you think you can just waltz in here and take what you please.”

Kathy patted her lap, looking up at Krista. Even from this position, the authority in her gaze was clear. Krista bit her lip, her fingers twisting together uncertainly. Kathy patted her lap again, not saying anything further. A blush crept up Krista’s neck, painting her cheeks a delicate rose. She hesitated for a breath, then lowered herself, kneeling and laying herself over Kathy’s lap as if drawn by an invisible leash only she could feel…

This is what you wanted all along, isn’t it whore? You think I didn’t see the way you look at men? How you stare at their crotches? I’ve seen the porn on your computer, all those big, fat, dicks. That’s what you really want, isn’t it? Cock. You’ve been rubbing that sweet pink cunt of yours every night thinking about it, haven’t you?

All those lies that come out of your mouth about how into women you are, but you’re just another fake dyke. Remember that feminist rally you dragged me to? All the talk about female empowerment, while you were secretly fantasizing about being on your knees for a man. Well, I’m going to give you what you really crave, girlfriend. You want it so bad, open wide, cock lover! Yeah, blink away those tears, you’re not fooling me.

You’re not even trying to resist, are you? I can hear your breath hitch, that little whimper as he shoves right into your whore mouth. His scent fills your nostrils, doesn’t it, short-circuiting your bran so you can’t even pretend anymore? Gag all you want slut, the taste of him, salty and potent, is already coating your tongue and that little whimper you made, that’s not disgust is it? That’s surrender.

Can you feel my spit dripping down your burning cheeks as I grip his cock, pumping him hard, milking him into your mouth. Look at you, a perfect little cum receptacle. You wanted this, didn’t you, bitch? You’re nothing but a live-action version of your favorite porn.

God, you’re such a fucking slut. Go on then, taste his cum, bitch. Feel my nails dig into your scalp as I clamp your head and force you to meet his eyes as you choke on that dick. See the triumph in his gaze, the disgust in mine. That’s your truth isn’t it? Swallow it bitch. All those nights I held you, comforted you, listened to your bullshit about the patriarchy… all while you were dreaming of this. You make me sick, you make me want to push your face harder into his cock…

Kathy’s gaze locked on Mark’s face, a desperate plea mirrored in her wide eyes. Her tongue traced the slick crown of his cock, her mouth full of the almost metallic tang of his pre-cum, a practice motion that felt increasingly futile. He barely registered her presence, his attention flitting around the room as he barked orders into his phone. His cock was hard, yes, but a business-deal hard, not a desire-fueled surge.

“How about I put one of my best sales girls on it? She’ll give you all the personal attention you could want?” Finally, Mark glanced down at her. The meaning of the words hanging in the thick air of the office. He was ready to hand her off like a used condom. Kathy’s stomach clenched in a mixture of anger and humiliation.

She had to do something, the promotion was slipping away from her. A month spent on her knees every morning, the judging, sometimes jealous looks from the other women in the office, the crude leers from the men, and for what? He was bored. Already. Was Susan waiting in the wings, ready to take her place. The thought sent a jolt of icy dread through her.

She kept her eyes on Mark’s face, one hand cupping his balls and gently squeezing, hoping for a reaction. He didn’t even notice. Maybe if she sucked on them, but that would mean taking her mouth off his cock, and she didn’t want to do that. A bitter taste rose in her throat. Humiliation clung to her like a cheap perfume, a scent she’d worn every morning this last month. But failure? That was a stench she refused to carry. She wouldn’t be discarded now, not after this…