[F4M] Girl's Can't Rape Guys.

It was probably a mix of social upbringing as well as the simple fact that basically no one ever said no to me. When it came to describing people - especially women - ‘bombshell’ was an awfully boring and overused term but there was nothing else that really could sum me up in a single word as much as that one could.

Voluptuous in every aspect.

Piercing midnight blue eyes that, and I’m not afraid to admit to indulging in more than a little nymphomania, often brimmed with hedonistic desire. A dark and fiery mane that flowed down to just below my shoulders and a face so eye-catching I sometimes managed to keep gazes above the impressive pair I adorned. Tack on an ass that was put through both a rigorous four times a week work-out and a very active lifestyle in and out of the bedroom - often outside the bedroom, truth be told - and you had yourself a bombshell.

But it doesn’t end there.

One could argue that I was a switch. One would be woefully incorrect, for the only time I ever considered myself a switch was with my first boyfriend who by some miracle managed to match my libido, an easy submission when it was fucking around the clock. The room. And the house. Ever since him I’ve been far too insatiable to sit on the receiving end, and in all but name I was a dominatrix. Although, Mistress Rainbow does have a certain ring to it.

And so here I was, clad in denim shorts that only barely touched my thighs and a top hovering both above my navel and below the shoulders. At least I put on a bra this time, easily visible as the black bulges packed themselves snugly beneath the white cotton. I’d decided to take it light on the makeup tonight for the house party, it was only a few friends I’d invited over and their extras.

And then I spotted you. Standing there alone with a drink in your hand like some lost puppy.

“Who’s the guy over there?” I asked Jenny, pointing at you.

“No idea…” She replied, trailing off. “Might be Ash’s boyfriend though,” she added on with a shrug before returning to the drink at hand. Fresh meat, I thought to myself, the leer being pulled over my face as I walked over to you, easily catching your attention with a couple paces and locking you in eye-contact. I wondered if anyone had informed you of my nicknames: Man-eater, Vixen, Siren and Nymphy. Whether they had or not, there was that adorable look of panic strung across your face at my approach, only further accentuated when I placed a hand on your chest, the other swiping the drink from your hand and placing it away.

No one bothered to say anything, and if you had a girlfriend then I’d picked an opportune time to hunt. After all, who was going to tell me to get off of a guy? The answer was quick to follow.

“Stop.”

I stopped for a moment, still holding you to the wall with a bent arm and face only inches away with a sultry smile but curious tilt of the head. The moment of passed as my hand slithered up to curl around your neck, leaning in beside your ear so close that and stray movement would have it brushing up against my rufescent lips. The other hand had joined the fray down south, reaching below the belt, searching and finding the hardening mass against your jeans.

“Stop?” I teased in a husky whisper. “And deny you? Please dear, we both know this is what you want,” I informed you firmly with an unwavering conviction. The bite followed as I nipped at your earlobe, tugging back mischievously until the skin couldn’t stretch anymore and escaped the prison of my jaws.

“Why else would you be so hard?” I asked in goading with a warm smile, that of a mother’s informing their child that their right hand was stronger because they were right-handed as I gave your growing member a pat.

You seemed to be making some sort of noise, not that I really cared as I cut you off with both hands on your chest and handfuls of your shirt trapped within their powerful grasp. “Gay? Got a girlfriend? Not in the mood?” I taunted, rattling off the usual string of responses as you shuffled backwards to my demanding pace. “If any of those were true, then why,” I glanced down pointedly with a tilt of my head before taking you in my dangerous eyes again, “are you so aroused?” I demanded, even if it was rhetorical.

The lighting changed as I pressed you into my room, the door shutting behind with a sharp slam of my sneakers. “And really, what guy is going to say no,” I stopped speaking for a moment as you were forcefully sat on the bed, swaying a little as it bounced you back up. “To being sucked off by me?” I finished off, hands having found themselves atop your thighs, a thumb hooked over onto your rigid cock.

I dropped to my knees, pinning your feet beneath me and swiftly with a well-practised motion sliding off your belt with incredible ease, barely giving you a moment to react as the hem came gliding down along your thighs to free your cock. Not bad, bigger than most, I thought for a moment. That being said, when you’re as down to fuck as I am, everything seems better.

I looked up quizzically as your swinging continued, the shadow over my face. “See, told you that you wanted it,” I said in the best ‘I told you so.’ voice I could muster through the heady sensation rushing into me. Feet pinned beneath my knees, thighs under my heavy breasts and hips held firmly by powerful hands, there wasn’t much for you to do. Add on the fact that there were teeth only inches away from your precious dick and there might not be much you were willing to do.

I wasted no time twirling my head back to keep any loose strands from coming in my way, momentarily cursing into your cock as I remembered that I was all out of lube, the noise coming out as some mixed grumble and groan. No matter, spit and cum will do, I grinned to myself, tonguing your slit with a whiplash of a flick, the salty precum instantly kicking my brain into overdrive. To most people, two days without sex would be okay. I was not most people.

Another tongue-punch right against the slit to prepare you was all I bothered with, letting my pooling saliva stream down your length before I sucked myself down. And I really mean sucked, hardly a twitch of my neck muscles as your cock was swallowed up, easily passing into my throat without a care in the world. Practice makes perfect.

I glanced up, your head was too tilted for me to see but I’d like to imagine that there was a bewildered look of surprise at just how easily I swallowed your entire length as my nose mashed up against your hips and chin dug into your aching balls, momentarily thinking about how long ago they had been emptied as my throat gave a tight clench and guttural moan at the welcome intrusion that bulged out the sides of my neck.

I sucked with a vengeance, pulling you even as my head tugged away to gather some breath. In the state I was in, with another ruined pair of panties as my pussy drooled out my liquid desire, there was an argument to be made that I needed your cock more than air. And with my short breath - tongue still massaging away and pushing your head along the roof of my mouth - I decided that I did indeed need it more than air.

Another tremor shook through your cock at a moan stopped short by the delicious hunk of man-meat stuck in my throat. But being the impatient and horny soul that I was, I couldn’t bring myself to massage your cock with my throat for very long, transitioning to a rough bobbing as I plunged you in and out of my tight confines. In reaction, wet squelching filled the room. In and out, forcefully slamming you down my throat like a shot before expelling you with a mighty closing and assistance from my neck, loving every minute of it. Sure, some of your precum managed to slip out, but I greedily swallowed any that had and would never see the light of day as the slurping continued.

A twitch, that was all that was needed to tell me you were about to cum. I wasn’t surprised, with the way I’d been going at it on your cock, it was inevitable. I slowed down a little, diverting attention to my tightly wound lips that embraced your cock in the most incessant of hugs keeping your head oscillating between the back of my throat - only the edge - and coiled up in my tongue. A few bobs later and you made some delectable noises as my mouth was given its reward for such work, instantly filled up with brimming cheeks. I, being who I am, couldn’t resist swallowing your hot seed and moaning out in pleasure as fingernails dug into you, stony nipples kept back by the bra. God, he tastes good, I exclaimed internally, a mouthful of your cum.

And now, it’s my turn.

Hips still in my hands, I peeled back before twisting you around and flipping you onto the bed face-down. Bottoms up, I thought, completely misusing the phrase before I spread your cheeks and spat it all out. “And there’s your lube,” I quipped, with a few dribbles going down my chin. A wipe later and I was ready to take my turn.

The simple fact was, girls can’t rape guys. If a guy really doesn’t want it, he won’t get hard, simple as that. And you? You were more than just hard, and judging - I swirled my tongue about, collecting all the residual traces and swallowing them up in a hungry motion - by the amount of cum you gave me, now pooled up in your cute little ass, you wanted this more than I did. Well, maybe not more than I did, but you still wanted it.

“Don’t worry, I’ll take good care of that cute little boy butt of yours,” I told you with a giggle and spank, loving the way your cheeks jiggled at the strike.

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House Party: Closed

Yours Truly.

Instead of something witty or ending-y here, I’ll just say that I can play a lady with a cock, futanari, strapon user, furry if you want that or even tentacle-girl.

EDIT: To anyone who is thinking that I'm serious about the title, I'm not. This is just a character I've created to play out something purely in fantasy, nothing more than that. To anyone who was offended of had unpleasant memories dredged up, my apologies.