This is a work of fiction. It features misogyny, humiliation, lesbianism and rape. If these themes upset you, this story is not for you.
Pop Tart
Chapter 1
James Jones had been biding his time ever since he'd coerced a blowjob from his neighbor's girlfriend. He didn't recall the young woman's name, but she was a cute little Asian slut and the retired soldier craved much more than just oral sex, he was aching to rut in her furrow. It had been decades since he last enjoyed the company of a petite beauty like her.
The problem was that he hadn't seen the young woman for nearly a month, not since she'd swallowed his load like an obedient slut. He smiled at the memory and pulled out his phone. For the hundredth time, he watched the video he had surreptitiously taken while the woman had been engrossed in pleasuring his long thick cock. As far as videos go, it wasn't very good. There were a few moments where her face was clearly visible, though, and that was all the leverage that the old man needed. To do so, however, he needed to see her again.
His prayers were finally answered spectacularly. It was an unusually hot day and Jen had invited her lover over to use the pool. Chisa had been strangely reticent to visit lately, but the sweltering heat along with Jen's sexy pleas were enough to convince the smaller woman that the cool water was too refreshing to resist.
The loud chatter between the two young women in the hallway is what caught Jones' attention. He peered through his peephole and saw them walking toward the elevator dressed in bikinis and light robes. A big smile broke across his face. He had preparing for this day all month long.
Next to the pool was a small gym and that's where the black man headed. From there, he could leer at the two bikini-clad women as they lounged by the pool. From there, he could watch and wait until his opportunity presented itself. He wouldn't have to wait very long.
"Shit! I forgot my phone!" Jen swore as she rummaged through her bag. "I thought I put it the bag with everything else. Dammit! I'll be right back!"
Chisa nodded dreamily. She was being baked by the hot sun and she felt like she was melting slowly into her lounge chair.
"Okay," she murmured softly. She didn't even open her eyes. Well, not until a shadow fell over her, blocking the sunshine. Blinking her eyes, Chisa opened her eyelids and peered up. When she realized she was looking at the same black man that she'd sucked off a month earlier, she felt her heart sink.
"I've been hoping I'd see you again," Jones smiled broadly, his intentions plain.
"We have nothing to discuss," Chisa snapped. "Please, leave me alone!"
"Oh, I can't do that," Jones chuckled. "Not when I have such a cute little slut to play with."
The Japanese woman grimaced.
"Go away or I'll scream," she threatened.
"Oh, but if you did that, I might have to show someone that video I took of you," the big man rumbled.
"What Jen and I did in the garage was between us," Chisa scolded. "That video won't help you."
Jones grinned and shook his head.
"No, no. Not that video. This video."
He held up his phone and showed it to the suddenly pale-faced young woman. It was a clear still image showing Chisa with her lips wrapped around a big black cock. For a few seconds, she could only stare in dismay.
"It would be a shame if your girlfriend were to see this," the man said. "She might not like seeing you with a cock in your mouth like that."
For a moment, Chisa thought she might vomit. She closed her eyes and took a few deep breaths to calm herself. When she opened her eyes, Jones was still grinning down at her.
"What do you want?" she asked wearily.
"You," the man answered simply. "I'll delete the video if you let me fuck you."
A groan escaped from the young woman as she processed the old man's demand. She'd moved ten thousand miles to get away from men just like Jones. She felt a sob well up in her chest.
"Please!" she begged. "Don't make me do that."
"Don't worry, I won't make you," the man teased. "You're going to do it willingly."
Chisa stared down at the ground, her heart pounding. She was frightened, but to her dismay, she was also embarrassingly excited. She hadn't had a man inside her in over two years and unwanted memories of her getting fucked silly were springing unbidden to her mind.
"Oh Goddess!" she moaned as tears spilled down her cheeks.
"After your date with the redheaded slut, you come knock on my door," Jones ordered. "I'm in apartment 5A."
And then he was gone. For a moment, Chisa sat shell-shocked and distraught. Knowing that her lover might return at any second, she wiped her face with her towel and lay back down with her sunglasses on.
"I should stay with Jen tonight and just not go home," she thought. "That way I won't end my date."
It was a foolish hope, of course.