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  At precisely 3:45 PM, I pulled the venetian blinds half-closed and crawled under the fresh white satin sheets I had placed onto the bed that morning. As I lay down, the bed creaked slightly as the plastic protective sheet underneath accepted my weight.

  It's well known that a nap in the afternoon is greatly beneficial to your health, so I made sure I got one every day. No matter what else I had going on.

  At 3:47, I opened my eyes for a brief moment, and looked at the clock by my bed. Weird. I'd normally have been asleep by now. It must have been the excitement. Today was a little special. Luckily, a few minutes later, I drifted off to sleep.

  Usually, I wake up at 4:30 PM, refreshed and reinvigorated, ready for my afternoon yoga, calisthenics, dinner preparation, housecleaning, and all the other tasks of a normal afternoon day.

  Usually.

  But not today.

  Not fucking today.

  This time I was woken up by something which caused my heart to beat like it was about to explode, caused my body to sweat like I was on fire, caused my voice to disappear into nothing apart from a terrified moan.

  I was awoken by a pair of hands squeezing me around my neck.

  "You like that? You like that you little bitch."

  I jerked upwards, to force myself up, to throw him off me. But he was heavy. I squirmed and span, trying to twist my body out from under him. My skin was still slick from the moisturiser and sunblock, and for a moment I thought I would escape him.

  I'm pretty strong, too. Surprisingly strong in fact. I workout every day and I keep myself in peak physical condition. But me, holding my own against him? That’d be just plain unbelievable.

  His hand smacked against my ass hard, and the other hand found its way back around my throat again, squeezing, hurting me.

  "You thought you could escape, huh? No fucking way, you hot little bitch. No fucking way. I've got you now. I've got you and you're not going anywhere."

  He was gasping between breaths, and I could feel something pressing up against me, behind me, something hard and thick and long, pressing against the ass of my panties.

  "Get off me! Get off me!"

  Although he didn't exactly get off me, he did move, but he moved by grabbing hold of one arm, and flipping me over. Then he reached down and yanked at the tank top I was wearing, not even trying to remove it, just ripping it straight from my body.

  I stared up at him, my eyes wide. He was young. Early twenties, if that. Eyes were filled with excited lust. Had I seen him on my runs? Had I seen him in the library? Had I seen him in the bookstore? No. None of those places. I’d never seen him in the flesh before.

  "What do you want?" I yelled at him. Stupid question. We both knew the answer to that.

  "Oh, you know exactly what I want. And I'm gonna have it. I’m gonna take it."

  "No!" I yelled, but it was no good. He was going to do whatever he wanted to do to me.

  He reached down to my simple, classic, white panties. He grabbed them between his strong fingers. He was going to rip them off me and there was nothing I could do about it.

  Nothing I could do.

  I was about to get fucked.

  4 Rich

  Jake was right.

  I mean, I'm a good-looking guy, but I don't exactly get chicks throwing themselves at my feet all the time. That's not the way the world works. Not unless you're like a moviestar, or a rockstar or something. Being an international student had certainly helped in that regard, but he was right: I couldn’t throw this chance away.

  I was sitting on a bench near the bus stop just a ‘block’ away from her house. Not that they had blocks in this weird country. I was early. Too early. So I was sitting there, reading through her messages again, reading carefully, studying every nuance, making sure I wasn't missing something, that I wasn't doing something wrong. She seemed quite fixed about what she wanted. No, fixed was the wrong word. Obsessive. It was like she had planned everything down to the last second. Weird girl.

  But hot.

  And that’s the important thing, right?

  I looked at the first message she had sent me again.

  Hi.

  The thing about dating apps is usually the girl doesn't send you a message first. In fact, when they do, it’s usually a scam, or a hooker or something. I still wasn't convinced that this wasn't a scam, though if it was, I had no idea what the actual scam was. Unless I showed up and she started asking to borrow some money.

  Well, if she did, she would be shit out of luck. I’d just about burned through all the student loans I had for this term, and my credit card would soon be maxed out. The upcoming summer vacation was going to suck as I’d be spending every waking hour paying off the MasterCard. If she wanted anything more out of me than a pint and a packet of peanuts she was going to be pissed at the amount of time she had wasted baiting me with her messages.

  But no. She'd never mentioned anything about money, about meals, about buying anything, not even going out for drinks. She had just been very specific about what she wanted, and how she wanted it. She was an “older” (though not old) woman who wanted to get fucked by a young guy.

  There had been a couple of other cursory messages, before she'd gotten down to… business? Was that the term? The first message that really made me sit up and pay attention was the one that read:

  I've got to be honest with you. I'm not looking for a relationship. I just want to…

  I had replied:

  Want to…?

  She'd replied with a blushing emoji, and then, a couple of seconds later, with a single word:

  Fuck

  Witty man that I am, I replied,

  ha ha

  Luckily my crappy response hadn't caused her to flee, but over the following few messages I got her to kind of open up a little about what she wanted. At first, I thought she wanted to, you know, just Netflix and chill. But no.

  I've gotta fantasy… *blushing face*

  What?

  Promise you won't think it's weird?

  Promise

  It's… I want you to, just come into my house, and… do me.

  That sounds pretty hot…

  You think so? Me too

  But, we should meet first.

  There was a delay of several minutes before she had replied:

  No.

  No?

  No! That’s not the fantasy! If I already know you, if we've already hung out, it won't work. I want to be… I want it to be the first time I “meet” you.

  Haha. So, the first time you meet me, you want me to be… doing you?

  FUCKING me.

  I remember how it felt, sitting on my bed, reading those messages. It was hot. But scary. But mostly hot. I kept flicking back and forth, looking at her pictures and looking at her messages. She had kind of blurred out part of her face, to make herself look a bit anonymous, but she hadn't blurred out her body. She was toned, fit, and just my type. A hardbody with needs. Needs that only a hot young stud like me could fulfill.

  So… how would that work?

  And she told me. She told me everything. She told me when, and where, and everything I needed to know in obsessive detail. From the time I was supposed to arrive, to exactly what I should do, and say to her.

  She'd also made me promise not to tell anybody. And I wouldn't have, I didn't plan to, but Jake just had a way of getting things out of me. Or maybe I'm just crap at keeping secrets. Oh well. What harm could it cause? It wasn't like me and “Cassie” (if that was her real name) had any mutual friends in common that would find out about her freaky ways.

  And so what, anyway. There are plenty of freaks out there, aren't there? One girl I dated back home liked me to squeeze her neck while we were fucking.

  The first few times I'd been scared of hurting her, but after a while, I'd kind of gotten into it, seeing her writhing and gasping and moaning under me. It always made her come real quick. Sometimes two or three times. It wasn't the act of choking her that got me off, it was ju
st seeing her get off on it that made me like it so much. I had never pursued it again with any other girls. But this girl, this woman, wanted all that and more.

  I checked the time and it was 4:10pm. I had walked by the house once already, and I knew it was about a two minute walk away. She told me I had to come at 4:15. She'd been really anal about it, making me promise to come exactly then.

  Not 4:14

  Not 4:16

  4:15. OK?

  Weird. But, whatever, right?

  I peered at myself in the mirror of a parked car, checking my hair, making sure I still looked good. I flexed my arms a few times, trying to bring back the pump I had earlier from working out in the gym. I had a pretty good body, to be honest. My face isn't anything special. I mean, I'm not ugly, but I'm not amazing either. That's why I had to work out, to give myself that edge. She said that's why she chose me, from my profile: she liked my body. I told her I liked her’s too. I didn’t tell her I’d jerked off looking at her profile pics though.

  In a few minutes that body was going to be mine. Mine to do with what I wanted. She’d told me several specific things she wanted me to do to her, but she’d also said:

  You have to use me like your fucktoy.

  Your dirty, slutty, naughty, horny little FUCKTOY.

  Got it?

  No one had ever said that to me before.

  4:12 PM. It was time to go. I headed down the street toward her house. The sun was out, and it was warm, but it wasn't too hot. Perfect weather. A perfect afternoon for making love… or fucking a horny little fucktoy. I chuckled to myself.

  "What?" said a woman, peering at me intently.

  "Nothing, sorry, just talking to myself," I said, my cheeks turning red. Had I been talking out loud? What the hell was wrong with me? I didn't normally talk to myself. At least that woman hadn't heard exactly what I'd said. Now that would have been really embarrassing.

  When I got to the tiny little house, a bungalow, I let myself in through the front gate, and then stepped around the side down the little passageway she had described; the wall of the house on one side, and a fence on the other. Exactly like she'd said, I entered a little yard, where there were sheets hanging, and what looked like some cute pyjamas. Cute like a hot-ass girl wore that is, not bunny rabbits and shit.

  I looked around and everything was quiet. Just like she said it would be.

  There was the back door, exactly as described. I went to it, and, sure enough, it was unlocked. It swung open silently, not a creak or complaint from the smooth-as-butter hinges. Quiet as can be. I stuck my head in hesitantly, almost wanting to call out a hello. But no, I couldn't do that. That’s not what she wanted.

  When you get there, open the door, remove your shoes, step inside silently.

  I did exactly what I was told. Standing there in my stockinged feet I picked up my shoes from outside and placed them in the cupboard by the door, next to a pair of smaller, girl shoes. Yep. Exactly like she said.

  Close the door very quietly, go across the hall into the bedroom. I will be "sleeping".

  I checked the time on my cell phone. As I looked at it the screen flicked over from 4:14PM to 4:15 PM. Perfect. I walked over to the hallway and looked in. There she was.

  She was lying on the bed, sheets kicked down, allowing me to see the long, slender, toned legs from her perfect little feet, all the way up to her creamy thighs where her white panties hugged her intimately. Above I could see just an inch of flat stomach, where her tank top had slightly ridden up in her sleep. Her hair lay in a heap around her head, and as I stepped silently into the room I could smell the faint whiff of coconut butter emanating from her sleeping form. I shook my head softly in amazement. I was going to get to touch and taste every inch of her.

  She wanted this to begin at exactly 4:15 PM, I remembered. No time for admiring, it was time to get this show on the road.

  Silently, not wanting to "wake" her, I pulled off my T-shirt, and dropped it behind me. I undid my jeans and let them down gently onto the hardwood floor. I pulled off my socks, and then with a breath of disbelief at what I was doing I let my Calvin Klein boxer shorts fall to the floor.

  I was hard. Oh my god was I hard. I had never done anything like this before. This was probably the hottest thing I'd ever done. And this is what she wanted. I had a quick look at the phone screen again, reading the rest of her instructions one final time before placing it down silently on top of my clothing.

  “Wake” me with your hands around my throat.

  You will use me. You will fuck me, hard. I’m going to struggle. That's part of the fun of it. You're gonna have to hold me down. R U strong enough?

  Stronger than a little girl like you, I'd flirted.

  You better be.

  Jake’s words rang in my head “Do it man! Shit, if you don’t, I will!”

  Christ.

  Looking at her was almost too much.

  I took a deep breath, and went for it.

  5 Cassie

  Naked and helpless under him I stared up at his muscled torso. His flat stomach, his carved chest, his oh-so-hard cock. What sick kind of freak would do something like this?

  “Get off! Get off!” I yelled.

  He’d come in through the kitchen. It was obvious. After I’d taken out my laundry to dry I hadn’t locked the door. If he’d smashed a window or forced a door open I would have heard him, but I hadn’t been woken at all. That meant he’d come in completely silently, and the only way he could have done that was through an unlocked door. I always locked the door. But not today.

  It was my fault this was happening.

  “Don’t worry you little whore, I’m going to get off. I’m going to get off like no one’s ever gotten off before.”

  He grabbed my throat, again, and squeezed.

  “Open your mouth!”

  I opened my mouth.

  With one hand still wrapped around my throat, he used the other to pick up the simple metal bedside lamp. He waved it in front of my face. “You’ve got teeth. For now. But if you bite me…” he swished the lamp in front of my face threateningly. “That Colgate smile is going to become a bloody little Colgate graveyard. You got me?”

  Words escaped me, so I just nodded. What else could I do. A slim, small woman against a big, powerful guy. I was seemingly completely under his control.

  His hand released my throat and he grabbed me by my hair. Kneeling above me, he shoved himself into my mouth. My lips wrapped around his hot hardness.

  “Fuckin’ cumslut of a whore. Take it. Take it all.”

  I stared up at him, eyes wide, while he used my mouth.

  “Use your tongue like the little whore that you are!”

  I used my tongue. I used my tongue, my lips, my mouth — everything I had on him to get him off as fast as possible. The faster he got off, the faster he’d be done, right?

  It didn’t take long, unsurprisingly. He was young and virile and I was sucking him off for all I was worth. He snatched at my hair, yanking it hard as he held me tight in place while he filled up my mouth with his hot release.

  “Open your mouth. Show me. Lick your lips.”

  I did as I was told.

  “Now swallow.”

  Eyes wide, pleading, I stared up at him. He tightened his grip on my hair, making my scalp burn, while giving me a stern glare.

  Swallowing, I continued to stare up into his eyes. His look wasn’t cold or satisfied. It was a glare still full of lust, of desire.

  He wasn’t done with me yet. He pushed me back down onto the bed.

  “Now let’s get this party really started.”

  6 Rich

  Goddamn she put on a show. I was doing everything exactly like she asked, and it was the hottest damn thing I'd ever seen. The look she could put on her face — it was like she was really into it, like she really believed she had been… you know… assaulted. But nope, she had planned this whole thing out, and I was doing it exactly like she'd said.

  First, yo
u fuck my mouth.

  That had been the first of her requirements. And I had done it, hadn’t I? I’d done it exactly like she said, choked her with my dick and came in her mouth. She had given me a little bit of leeway. I mean, she hadn’t exactly told me to force her to swallow, but she had told me to use her as her fuckdoll. So that's exactly what I did. After finishing in her mouth I wasn't done though. I needed more, so much more. And I’d promised her I would. I couldn’t let the lady down.

  She was lying back on the bed now, quiet. I couldn't resist it, I wasn't quite ready to go again yet, but looking down at her naked form I wanted nothing more than to bury my head between her legs. So I did.

  She was completely hairless down there, and it was obvious she hadn't shaved — she'd waxed or perhaps had it removed by laser. It was like there had never been any hair there at all. Goddamn she was smooth. I buried my head between her legs, and entered her with my tongue. She was wet. Of course she was wet, this is exactly what she wanted. She was probably more turned on than she'd ever been in her life. Unless she did this regularly of course.

  As I lapped between her lips, tasting her, penetrating her with my tongue, it crossed my mind that perhaps this wasn't her first time doing this. She had been so… specific about everything. So organized. She had everything planned out so well that it would be odd to think it was the first time.

  No, she’d probably done this before. So, that begged the question, was I living up to her expectations? Was I doing as well as other people had done before me?

  That must have been why she was so specific about every little detail. No doubt people in the past had let her down, not doing exactly what she’d asked.

  I didn't want to be outdone by anyone else. No way. I never did. I always made sure to get in one more rep than Jake in the gym. Drink one more beer. Always just pushing a little more, a little harder, to try and keep myself number one. No, I wouldn't be outdone by anyone else. I was going to do this right. I was going to do her right. I was going to give her a fucking like she’d never forget.