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In your defense, men are easy.
After graduating, you didn’t want to work. Like, ever. But you found yourself quite an occupation.
Night shifts. Flextime. No bosses. No coworkers. No taxes.
Just a girl with a sleeping pill and a full wallet.
Your plan was safe and stable. Hang around him, accept the drink when he orders it, have a chitchat with him, dry hump him for a little while—and you’re good to go to his place. There, you improvise with a way to slide him a sleeping pill, make out if he’s looking and smelling decent enough and finally make yourself all cozy and homey. You usually aimed for money but sometimes you fetched yourself a few souvenirs.
Then you kiss his forehead good night—and off you go.
But for the first time ever, you found yourself an eyecandy that made you crave a little more than a kiss. The sad part is, you don’t even remember his name. Something… poetic. Leroy? Leopold? Oh, bingo. Yeah, must be Leopold. Good to know his name, at least.
That Leopold was currently getting off from the way you were grinding on his lap. He was a silver fox through and through with his blond greying hair, prickly stubble and those damn blue eyes. He’s all frowny and cranky, never seeming to be at ease but when you swerve your hips just right to make sure your unusually damp cunt catches on his crotch, he finally relaxes. He throws his head back, vein in his throat absolutely delectable and you feel his dick twitch right under you.
“You don’t seem to mind all ‘em eyes on us, sexy,” Leopold grunts, voice hoarse and unsteady.
“I mean, to be loved is to be seen or whatever they say. I don’t mind people watching me and my pussy getting loved good,” you grin, rubbing on his cock once more. “Are you shy, L— handsome?”
…Was it Leopold? No, it was something… French? Italian? Something closer to Leroy.
Leroy’s eyes glint with mirth as his palms slide down to your hipbones to still you. “Maybe a little. Haven’t even had a single threesome in my life. Can you believe that, gorgeous?” His finger grasps the strap of your top, snapping it against your skin.
You look up at him with a long face. “No, I can’t,” you sigh, shaking your head. “What a pity. You deserve more than that, though. Like… four girls on you. No, five. But I’d get jealous, then.”
You latch your lips onto his neck and you actually enjoy it, and L–dude does too exposing his throat obediently.
“Anyway… I got three good holes. You can try each and every one,” you bite his earlobe gently. “Don’t tell me no girl ever let you into her shithole.”
Leroy’s eyes widen at your filthy language but then his lips twitch in a smirk. “Had a few… tries. Can’t say that it went well. You had any guys in your pucker, huh?” His palm spanks your ass lightly.
Yeah, go white boy, go. You almost purr, dipping your spine and wrapping your arms around his sweet neck.
“Mmm, that’s a little secret. Can’t ask a girl that during your first date,” you giggle into his nape.
The peepaw grins even wider. “Is that right? First date? That’s your idea of a first date?”
You match your grin, unable to stop yourself from licking a stripe down his neck. “Not really. Just… maybe I am a little slutty but if we consider it a first date, that wouldn’t be weird if you took me to your place, right?”
You feel his breath hitch somewhere in his throat. “You’d… like that?”
“Babyboy, my panties are soaked through.” You pout your lips as you grab his hand and stick it right inside of your panties, so easy to access with your tiny jean shorts. His eyes widen once again at both your audacity and the way you actually are wet. Frankly, you’re surprised, as well. But he’s so fucking hot and handsome and bulky and you just want him to fuck you rough and deep.
However, you want his money way more than those three minutes of him panting and grunting above you. And you know for a fact that he has a lot of money. He’s dressed in designer, custom Hamilton watch on his wrist and when he pays for your drinks as you two get ready to leave, you see literal stacks of cash and black Amex in his thick–ass wallet.
Then you see his Porsche and step behind it to take your undies off because you start dripping down your thighs. You want him to fuck you with his goddamn American Express.
If it was up to you, you’d definitely go raw with him so you could babytrap him. Damn, maybe you actually should do that. You could even quit your so–called ‘job’. Stay–at–home mother in your 20s, so what? Getting dicked down in your 20s is just another way to phrase it. In fact, you could definitely make him knock you up right away tonight but you still have some rationality left in you despite all those tequila shots.
You try your hardest to remember the road to his apartment since you forget faces easily and could accidentally stumble upon that Leroy once again without even realizing it. His complex is secluded, private and so damn chic. He got quite a taste for a man. You expected to see messy clothes piles and a sink overflowing with unwashed dishes inside of his home—but it’s clean and minimalistic. Too minimalistic, for your taste: you bedazzled everything in sight. And he didn’t even own much stuff—a few plates, one pan, a couple of spoons and so on. When you just met, he mentioned casually that he’s barely home so you figured that this whole underconsumption core thing has to do something with his occupation. Well, your own occupation has everything to do with your overconsumption.
“So… you want something to drink, baby? I got quite a collection,” he gestured to his minibar proudly.
Every damn man offers you something to drink at his place like it’s their default setting or something. They’re just asking for it, really. And luckily for you, this dude has just one single glass at his disposal.
Your fingers feel for the pill pack in your shorts’ pocket as you smile at him mischievously. “Just plain water, please. Half—full. Thanks, hot boy.”
“Water, coming right up.” He salutes to you and opens the tap, then moves to fill the glass with water.
You lean your hip against the counter, watching him like a hawk. So cute. So clueless. So adorable. Could just eat him up. But you remind yourself to be patient. You can have some fun if today’s your lucky day. If it isn’t… you’d have enough money to compensate for the dry spell.
Leroy hands you your water and you smile at him way too meekly, taking a sip. “Thanks, handsome. Oh, what’s that thing you got over there?”
He turns his head in the direction and it takes you just one millisecond to pop a pill into the drink. Now, even if he’s smart and makes you drink it, you know how to save your ass. Just got to drink more clear water so the concentration wouldn’t be too big for your system. You had a few… slip–ups but never anything major.
It’s not lethal by any means, couldn’t hurt him not in any case. Just a little something to sedate him. To give him a sleep so good he’d feel all nice and relaxed. He should be grateful, really. You know exactly how long those pills are active—three hours, four max. Just perfectly enough for you.
Now you’re not sure that his name is Leroy. It’s something… something Le–ish. How the fuck are you supposed to call him in your head?
He turns back at you, frowning. “That thing? You mean electroguitar? Used to strum it back in the days.”
You honestly couldn’t care less but you still nod your head, then frowning in the most confused way possible. “Hmm, water tastes… weird.”
His eyebrows arch. “Weird? How weird?”
“Just try it, hot boy. Can’t even explain it,” you nod to the glass.
That poor, sweet summer child believes you utterly and takes the glass from you. Then he takes a few sips, his whole face wrinkling in distaste. But he takes a few more because the taste is so subtle it’d take a little more to actually acknowledge it.
Just like you predicted.
“Yeah, tastes like… piss and shit combined. Ew,” he squeezes his ocean–blues shut. What a pity. That’s a pretty pair of eyes.
You lean down to check the clock face. Shouldn’t take any longer than a few minutes. He’s quite weighty but you’ve dealt with worse.
You smile at him sweetly. Should you finally ask him what’s his name?.. He’ll barely remember that. Or should you play a game and figure it out yourself? Those dummies always keep their IDs and driver licences on public display. Well, if safes are considered public display… but it’s not your fault the passcodes are too easy.
But with another look at his face, you decide that you’re not in the mood to play games. You just wanna do everything quick so there’d be time left to crack him. After all, that’s what you two initially were supposed to do, ain’t that right?
He lets out a yawn and you know his brain already starts to feel like a mush. Good. Just in time. You stride forward, your soft palms cupping his stubbled cheeks as you trace his bottom lip with a manicured thumb.
The act of caressing his face makes you grow even wetter. So geriatric. So perfect.
“Hey, look at me, sweetie. That’s it, good job. What’s your name, handsome? Who’s my good boy?” you coo.
He looks up at you with bleary eyes and dares to smirk, “Leon. Glad that you asked… what you’ll be yelling tonight… at the top… of your damn lungs…” he yawns.
Bastard, that one. Can’t even sedate him properly. At least you got his consent now. You’re not a psycho bitch, after all. Just a psycho and a bitch.
“Pretty name for a pretty boy. Atta Leon,” you drawl still gently stroking his cheekbone. “Let’s get you to bed, shall we? You’re gonna be all sleepy now. Yeah, that’s right, hot boy. What do you wanna dream about, huh?”
Leon. Four letters, four sounds. Two vowels, two consonants. Perfect in every damn way and tastes so sweet on your lips.
You keep muttering sweet nothings as you help him get in bed. That’s quite a task to practically haul his bulky frame but you got some strength in you. So you succeed and watch him plop onto the sheets lazily, his whole body heavy and sluggish now.
“Your… titties,” he grins like a Cheshire cat blinking up at you before his limp arm stretches out to squeeze one of your top–clad breasts shamelessly. “Mmmmmh… soft. Can I… nap on those..?”
His every word is interrupted by yawn and that’s so adorable you can’t even bring yourself to get mad at him for pawing your boobs.
“Depends. What’s your card’s PIN–code, handsome?” you hover over him with a soft smile.
“Mmmm… can’t… don’t remember… Why, you wanna buy somethin’?” he hums.
So he won’t even object? He seems partly conscious and it was quite risky to straight away ask him that but you expected anything except for that. Dang it, you probably could’ve just hooked up and made him your boyfriend. That’d be way easier. Maybe it’s not too late to back out? But when you see the way his eyelids grow all heavy, you realize there’s no way you could do anything other than stick to your original plan now.
“Just… just tell me, babyboy. You won’t believe any of that come morning, you just gotta be real honest and open with me, yeah? Don’t you know it’s important to keep a woman all pleased and catered to?” you croon stroking the tender, wrinkly skin under his eyes.
Leon grins sleepily, his hand reaching out to squeeze your shoulder gently. “I’d sell my… left nut… to eat your pussy. But it’s… 9003.”
“Thank you. But that’s ridiculous, baby. If you’d sell any of your nuts, how would you creampie me?” Your lips twitch in a manic smile as you press a kiss to his fluttering lid.
Leon yawns, his mouth still stretched in that silly smile. Those sleeping pills take too long to affect him. What if he won’t fully fall asleep at all?
…Well, you clearly didn’t think that through. But now that you’re thinking about it, would that even be a problem, really? He won’t even get up anyway, and even if he’ll try to, he doesn’t look like he minds you stealing his shit.
“Are you all drowsy now, baby?” You caress his bottom lip. “I have some things to take care of. But don’t worry, I’ll be back before you know it. Just… relax.”
Leon attempts to say something back but all he’s able to do is just yawn once again. You giggle. Sweet honey boy.
“You’re gonna be a good boy, yeah? Don’t make me tie you down. So stubborn, won’t even fall asleep properly. Tease,” you nuzzle his neck before finally sliding off the bed.
Leon reaches out to you with a heavy arm, as if trying to grasp you. You tsk, shaking your head. He’s just unbearable. But hey, at least it’s a fun experience. They always just fall asleep. This one is different. Not like other boys. Oh my God, what in the women in male field fuck are you saying.
You pout your lips as you move to the mirror. If he’s so willing, he wouldn’t mind anything like that, right? Because it’s a hot July. And your boobs are tired. So you don’t hesitate to slide your top down your body, your breasts finally getting rid of all that tight support and resting as they please. You step over your top, then shimmy out of your shorts and panties both. You decide to leave your heels on since they make such a satisfying noise when you step, and check yourself out in the mirror only to see that you look perfect which is actually nothing new.
Still admiring yourself, you catch the way Leon stares at you helplessly. He can’t do anything about the naked woman in front of him. Pathetic. And adorbs. You sulk, your eyes fluttering shut as your pointer finger slides down your cheek to imitate a tear falling down.
“Nighty night. I’ll come check on you later.” You blow him a kiss.
With his apartment being so empty and predictable, it took you ten literal minutes to find everything you wanted to find. Shit ton of cash, his whole wallet, credit cards, debit cards. In the meantime, Leon was having the nap of his life.
Well, in the meantime, you got bored.
You didn’t really want to leave him. Like some sort of gravitational pull didn’t let you go. It was your initial plan to have some fun with him but you started contemplating whether it’s worth it or not. It took you just one brief look at his sleepy, scrunched up face to decide.
Fuck it. Or like, fuck him.
You stride back to the bed, naked except for your shoes and crawl over to him. Leon feels your presence, his eyes fluttering like butterfly's wings but he stays put, still too drowsy to attempt anything.
“Do you mind being my dildo, baby?” Your finger traces a path down his jaw, rubbing prickly stubble.
He hums sleepily, whole body twitching with the urge to touch you back as he nods assuredly. You let out a dreamy sigh at the sight of a fourty–nine year old man being so pathetic and cute. You hover on top of him, bracing yourself on your palms and knees while your tits with pebbled nipples dangle invitingly. And he can’t do anything about it. Too sleepy with his body refusing to cooperate. But you’re kind enough to grasp his heavy hand and get his palm to wrap around your plushy breast.
“Can’t even hold a tit properly now,” you giggle. “Don’t worry. Come on, eyes on me.”
Leon manages to not only focus his gaze on you but also a wry grin. You didn’t think he’d actually like this whole thing, so that’s a pleasant surprise.
You squeeze your own boobs right in front of his face, your knees supporting you as you bend down close enough to be within his reach, one nipple almost touching his lips. His eyes widen and his lips part reflexively—yet you let out a chuckle and pull away.
“Gotcha. No, babe, dildos don’t get to suck on boobs. Even if they’re really handsome,” you chide, booping his nose.
Teasing him is quite funny but the slick between your thighs reminds you that you’re here not to fuck around. Well technically, you are. Still above him, you look down at his cock for the first time. For the first time ever as well, you discover that a guy is able to be sporting a semi after taking sedative pills. You’ve never seen anything like that before. Probably because you never wanted to fuck a man you robbed.
“Such a manwhore,” you mutter as your hand moves to grab his cock, and Leon instinctively bucks his hips upwards. “Thought you’d get a whiskey dick by now with the way you drink. I bet we can get you even harder than that.”
A bead of precum glistens on the head of his cock like a cherry on top. You swipe it away, smearing your own thumb before tasting the droplet on your tongue. Sweet. Or maybe you’re just biased. That makes you want to give him a blowjob but you already promised your pussy a new sex toy.
“You’re even wetter than me, and you’re a boy,” you state incredulously as if men can’t produce liquid. “Good thing that you XY chromosome dudes don’t need any foreplay.”
You plop down onto his abdomen not expecting it to be so hard. You think about maybe taking his shirt off but then you have no idea how you’d put it back on. Nonetheless, you take a little peek by lifting it up—only to get teased with a patch of silver skin, hot and taut. With a groan, you decide that it’s enough and squat not so gracefully to align yourself properly, one hand still busy with stroking his dick to full stiffness. You tsk as soon as you discover that this task didn’t take much effort or time—Leon’s cock hardens obediently like it’s not any good for anything other than that. You could work with partly–soft—hell, even completely soft—dick but you’re smart enough to not complain when you get provided with a full boner.
“How pathetic,” you muse out loud. Not like Leon can give you many answers—he still battles his own eyelids attempting to keep them from shutting but fighting chemicals is silly. At the end of the day, boys are silly. Silly, silly, silly.
That’s what you chant in your head like a mantra as your fingers circle Leon’s hot, throbbing member and steady it enough for you to be able to use it like a dildo. You’ve had them in different sizes, lengths, girths and modes but nothing came close to the real thing. Not because the real penis is superior and mogs any toy—the thing is, when it’s attached to a hot virile male that you’re actually attracted to and that knows how to use it everything feels ten times better. It’s like a psychological thing. But men these days, they never know how to use what mother nature endowed them with—even if they got nine inches on their disposal. So there’s literally no other way but to take the matter in your own hands, pun intended.
You brace yourself as you still squat, muscles trembling with effort and desire. Your opening brushes against the tip of his slick dick as you lube yourself up with his pre. His dry mouth gapes and you feel the way his breathing fastens. Poor boy, you think. Your own cunt spasms and you decide that you can’t get any wetter than you already are. Plus, your thighs already start to give out.
So you sink down on him. And despite having your fair share of cocks, this one is the perfect fit. You don’t know how thick or how fat, you just know that it’s perfectly molded to the walls of your very core so you can’t help but let out a quiet moan. Leon all but whimpers; the fact that he can’t even move his hips frustrating the hell out of him. You giggle and move your hips faster and faster finding the perfect tempo and angle. For a second you even regret sedating him—this could be so much better with him actually present in the act. But it’s not exactly that bad either. Just a little… boring. Masturbating is quite dull. And that’s basically the same now. You think that maybe you could work his hips for him yourself but even one arm of this man is quite heavy to lift on your book.
Your palms press on the mattress as you swirl your hips to your heart’s content, not even surpassing any sounds now. You hear Leon grunt and feel his weak attempts to move. Tough luck, you think. Tonight’s all about you.
“Fuck, you’re all twitchy,” you breathe out feeling his cock being way too active within you—manwhore, indeed. “Are you gonna bust, too?”
He replies with a noncommittal sound. “Figured so,” you hum.
At this point, it gets annoying having to do all the work by yourself but you knew what you signed up for. Your thighs grow tired but you’re right there, almost there—
You slide your hand between your legs struggling with rubbing your clit and riding a dick at the same time. The bouncing makes your fingers’ movements jerky; you can barely keep a thumb steady on your puffy clit. You try angling yourself to rub on his pelvis.
His dick feels so good but you know it could be even better. You’re not sure you’d handle that level of perfection. If only he could punish you, grab you by your throat and throw you face down on his bed while spreading your ass wide and stuffing his thick cock inside—
The image only makes your hole quiver involuntarily. You keep hopping up and down albeit in a slightly messy rhythm now, cupping your tits to stimulate those instead. That does the trick this time.
That, or the fact that one of Leon’s sluggish attempts to thrust up makes his dick brush against your front wall.
You moan, spine dips slightly before you can even realize that apparently, you don’t necessarily have to fiddle with your clit to come. It washes over you in a tidal wave that seems neverending, not with his cock head still kissing that exact spot. You falter, leaning back in an attempt to process your own climax.
But you don’t really get to. Not when moments later, you feel Leon’s whole body tense harshly. You look down for a moment to see his mouth agape, face flushed with whatever the hell he feels, and the next moment you feel him ejaculating straight inside of you.
You let out a gasp, not because you mind but because of the audacity. Is he even clean? Most importantly, does he even agree with your baby names ideas?
“That was fucking rude,” you squeeze out as you look down to see his jizz trailing down, coating his cock in pearly white. “Didn’t even ask me if I’m on board with it.”
‘Well you didn’t ask me if I wanted to be sedated’, Leon would answer if he could. But he couldn’t. So whatever.
You pant, still feeling like your release rocks your whole body. You know that you can’t sit on this cock forever so you slide out gently; you don’t even notice the way Leon’s hips jerk afterwards, too focused on your own state of being. For a few minutes, you just lay on his bed while he remains unmoving beside you, his breaths deep and pretty much uneven.
Then you finally sit up, stretching your arms above your head. You don’t care about leaving cum on his sheets—definitely not when it’s his own.
“What a nice ride,” you yawn, suddenly exhausted. Leon’s bed is too soft and comfortable to leave but you know you have to be responsible, at least now that you’re done being cock–drunk.
It takes you five minutes to gather your clothes and get dressed. Then you fetch yourself a pen, a paper napkin and do a reckless thing you’ve never done before.
You stride back towards Leon’s bed indolently and bend over to place the napkin on his bedside table with a smug grin, “Call me for round two whenever you feel like it.”
Satisfied, you then lean down once again to press a kiss to his wet forehead as his eyelashes flutter against your neck. Then you straighten up and sigh with one last glance at his blissed–out face.
“Rock–a–bye baby, snug in your bed,” you chirp with a little post–coital wobble to your gait as you move to the door, hand reaching for the handle.
You turn the handle. But the handle doesn’t turn.
You search for the lock or something. If it’s locked from this side, there’s no way you won’t be able to get out, right? That makes no sense. Maybe there’s a keyhole? Just gotta find the key.
Your palms grow sweaty. You chuckle to yourself at how ridiculous this whole thing is. There’s no actual way you can’t make it out of the apartment while being inside of the apartment. Once again, just gotta find the key, yeah?
You take a step away and your back thuds against a solid, hot wall.
Of muscle and flesh.
Your whole body goes rigid as you turn your stiff neck back. Then you have to raise it to meet Leon’s smirking face.
Your heart drops.
“Peek–a–boo,” he coos from above.
You didn’t expect for him to actually be that tall when that close to you.
You let out another nervous giggle.
“Should’ve gotten a college degree at least to make sure you calculate the dosage properly without knowing the actual weight. Or maybe they could teach you how to zip your tiny bag that’s overflowing with shit ton of stuff,” Leon rasps.
You turn to face him fully on wobbly legs, your whole body shaking. “How you— did— did you— were you—”
“How I did I were I Oscar worthy, apparently,” he notes dryly.
You expect him to be mad, to call the cops on you, anything reasonable, but instead he grins again, eyes glistening with something enticing yet scary.
“Since you love to play…” Leon trails off, then snatches something from his pocket and opens his palm to show you—the key. “..Then fetch.”
Before he can even finish the phrase, he throws the key out of the window with perfect aim.
Before you can even ask him how he was able to do that, he leans down to your ear, palm wrapping around your throat gently to then hiss: “Also, do your fucking research before breaking in to a government agent’s place.”
And the wicked gleam in his eyes matches yours when he throws you face–down on the bed.
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