Becca Bellamy
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Would You Be Her Little Bitch?
🕑 Added 2021-10-12 05:59:48 +0000 UTC“I know it can take a lot of courage to walk up to a beautiful woman and ask her out,” she says after you request the opportunity to buy her a drink. “I appreciate that you possess that courage, but I can’t help but wonder if you’re a little bit delusional. I mean, you didn’t really think there was a chance I’d say yes, did you?”
You’re flummoxed. You figured she’d at least let you buy her a drink, even if she had no interest in doing anything else with you.
“Cat got your tongue?” she asks before chuckling. “Men like you are all the same. You see a woman like me and you dream. You dream of the things we’d do together. You dream of taking me home and seeing me naked in your bed. You dream of being the kind of man that could actually satisfy me. You dream of sliding your cock into my tight, perfect pussy – and it’s absolutely perfect, trust me on that – and making me scream as you fuck me with the kind of skill you’ve never possessed.”
She’s right about that. A vision very similar to what she just described popped into your head the moment you saw her. You didn’t think it was likely to unfold that way, but you decided to throw caution to the wind and take a chance.
“I think we both know there’s a chance you’d cum before you even slipped that disappointing dick of yours inside me, don’t we?” she says while stepping closer. She reaches out and brushes the front of your pants with her fingertips, sending a surprising wave of pleasure throughout your loins. “I think we both know you’re the kind of man that couldn’t handle a woman like me, and if you didn’t cum before slipping inside me, you’d cum soon after. You’d fuck me like some pathetic jackrabbit, spill your load, and collapse on top of me with a giddy smile on your face while I felt deeply disappointed. I’d be willing to bet you’ve left a lot of women deeply disappointed.”
You can’t remember a woman expressing her disappointment, but you can’t really remember a woman expressing her joy at your sexual skills, either.
“You can still be useful to a woman like me, you know,” she says.
Your eyes go wide as she squeezes your cock in the middle of a crowded bar.
“Would you like to be useful to me?” she asks.
“Yes,” you answer.
“Ah, he speaks,” she says with a smile. “I could use a good little bitch in my life. Would you like to be my bitch?”
You’re not sure what she means, so your mouth hangs open as you try and come up with an answer.
“Are you wondering what it means to be a good little bitch for me?” she asks.
You nod.
“It means doing whatever you’re told whenever I tell you to do it,” she explains. “It means that if I want you to follow me to the bathroom so I can take a piss and use your tongue as toilet paper when I’m finished, you’ll do it. It means if I told you to get on your knees to eat my ass right here in the bar, you’d do it. It means that if I let you eat my pussy it will almost certainly have someone else’s cum leaking out of it, and I’ll expect you to consume his thick load without hesitation because that’s what a good little bitch does.”
You’re hard. You’re not entirely sure why, but you’re hard. You haven’t walked away from this beautiful, potentially cruel girl. You’re still standing closer to her than you expected you’d be. You’re thinking about eating her pussy and wondering how unpleasant it would be to do so with another man’s cum leaking out of her. It doesn’t sound anywhere near as disgusting as you thought it would.
She leans in and you feel her breath against your neck. Her lips brush against your skin and a shiver of pleasure rushes down your spine. “My bitch will have to suck cock, too,” she whispers. “Will you be a cocksucker for me?”
She’s uttering words that few men – especially those that consider themselves straight – want to hear, and yet your cock feels as though it’s never been harder.
“Yes,” you reply softly.
She looks at you, smiles, and says, “I thought so. I can spot a bitch like you from a mile away. I saw it in your eyes the moment you approached me. We’re going to have so much fun together.”
You see a flash of arousal in her eyes. You know it’s not because she’s looking forward to fucking you, but it excites you that she’s turned on at the idea of executing whatever plan she has for you.
“Breaking in a new bitch is my favorite thing in the world,” she says. “I love seeing your resistance melt. I love that moment when you surrender control and give me everything I want. I love knowing that at some point I’ll have reduced you to nothing more than a slobbering little fuck toy for my pleasure.”
It sounds terrifying, but you can’t resist her. As much as you feel like you should, you can’t turn around and leave the bar. You just can’t.
“Follow me to the bathroom,” she says. “It’s time to prove that you’re eager to be my little bitch.”
She turns and walks towards the bathroom. You follow. You’re committed now. You’re going to be her little bitch. You can’t help but want it.
