Belle, the Feminist

We talked for a while longer, making plans and getting to know each other a bit more. She was actually pretty cool.

The “pussies” comment intrigued me, so I prodded her more. Apparently, we’re in the middle of a crisis of underfucked women. She told me that zoomer girls, contrary to public perception, are extremely horny and **** to have sex, but have a hard time getting the attention of boys their age, or even getting them to approach them in the first place. She hated it.

“Well, at least you’re not a feminist,” I said.

She stared at me. “Is that supposed to be a joke?”

“Oh, um…no, it’s just that you don’t sound like a feminist. Because…”

She raised an eyebrow. “Because…?”

“Because…they’re kind of the ones who made it this way, aren’t they?”

She was disgusted. “What are you, an incel?”

“How would I be an incel? Nevermind, you definitely are a feminist.”

We can fix that, I thought to myself. I’ll fuck the feminism right out of you, brat.

“There’s no contradiction,” she insisted. “It’s empowering to claim my sexuality. I like BDSM and I’m a feminist.”

I imagined putting my dick in her mouth.

I sighed. “It isn’t empowering. I can promise you, it is not empowering. Well…for you, anyway.”

I leaned in, my dick getting hard again at the thought of owning her petite little body.

“When you’re under my total control, when you’re my ****, when I beat you, dominate you…” I reached across the table and gripped her wrist. “When I slap your face, humiliate you, **** you — you will not feel empowered. You’ll feel submissive and obedient, which is all you’re supposed to be. You will feel no control because you will have no control.”

She looked a little scared but turned on.

“God, that all sounds so hot,” she said. “But that’s the point. It’s what I want. I’m just letting you think you’re in control,” she added with a smile.

“Mmhmm. Well, I will be. And psychologically, it can be hard for some women. Besides, getting your face fucked and pissed on does not somehow make you a feminist. Or if it does, I don’t know what feminism means.”

“…pissed on?”

“We don’t have to do that. But this is what I’m talking about.”

She pulled up her chair next to mine and whispered in my ear. “I’m so wet right now,” she breathed.

She grabbed my hand and put it under her short skirt. I rubbed her clit over her panties.

I looked both ways. Thank God the coffee shop was virtually empty. We were in the corner anyways, out of the direct line of sight of the staff. There was only one other person in view, working on his laptop quietly. He glanced over the screen at us, looking back down and smirking.

I turned my face back to her and kept massaging her clit. She relaxed her body and spread her legs for me.

“Good girl,” I whispered in her ear.

We rushed out to my car and started making out, barely able to keep our clothes on. I groped her body, feeling her tits and running my hands along her slender hips. She rubbed my cock over my pants.

“Oh my god, you are big,” she breathed, kissing me deeply.

I grabbed her long blonde hair.

“I can’t wait to break you.”

I picked her up in the backseat and laid her on her back, ripping her panties down to her ankles. I lifted up her skirt and dove in between her legs, licking her pussy like I needed it to breathe. She cried out, overwhelmed by the sensation. She pushed my head off of her.

“It tickles,” she said sheepishly.

“I’ll go slower,” I said, putting my face back between her legs. I gently tongued her clit, pleasuring her with my mouth and gripping her waist. She liked that. When I wrapped my hands around her, she let out the most seductive moan I’ve ever heard. I would have put her on her knees and fucked her teenage pussy right there if she wasn’t so tight. I’d need to ease her into penetration. But I wanted her so badly. She ran her hands through my hair, spreading her legs for me and delicately moving her hips.

I kissed her stomach, working my way up to her neck. I kept rubbing her pussy and sucked on her neck.

“Don’t, my parents will see!” She cried out.

I grabbed her throat. “I’m going to leave my mark on you. Understand?”

She bit her lip and nodded.

“Yes, sir.”

I left the hickey relatively low on her neck, closer to her shoulder, easy enough to hide with the right shirt. I kissed her again, making sure she tasted herself. At first she resisted, but then leaned in, kissing me hard, thrusting her tongue in my mouth, almost like she was trying to prove she liked being dominated and degraded.

I went down on her again. I grabbed her ass and held her up, running my tongue from her pussy all the way up to her belly button.

“Open your mouth,” I commanded.

She obeyed and I spat into her mouth, resisting the urge to slap her face.

“Good girl,” I said, leaning down to kiss her.

We made out for a while longer and I eventually sat back up.

“It’s getting late.”

“Oh…” she said. “You aren’t going to fuck me?”

“Not here,” I said. “We’ll work our way up to that.”

She laid back and groaned. “You’re a fucking tease,” she said, rubbing her eyes.

She sat up and draped her arms over me, leaning against my body.

“Is it because we’re out in public? I mean, I don’t wanna get caught, but I kinda like it.”

“Mmm, such an exhibitionist.” I kissed her.

"I loved when you touched me inside,” she said. “And it’s so hot to be doing things in the parking lot. So it’s not a problem for me.”

“I like it too,” I said, kissing her. “But we just need more time to build up to…that.”

“Why?” she asked.

“Well, because you have a delicate, tight little pussy and I have a big giant cock, remember?”

“Oh, right,” she smiled. “Your big giant cock, how could I forget your monster horsecock?” She leaned in and kissed me again, running her tongue along mine.

“I can’t believe you’re going to leave me this ****,” she whined, dropping her head back.

“We’ll be together again so soon,” I said, kissing her neck. “This weekend, right?”

“Yeah, my parents think I’m going to my older cousin’s house. She’ll cover for me, she’s cool.” She smiled. “I’ll be yours all weekend.”

“Good. Plenty of time to piss on you.”

She batted me on the chest, laughing, pulling me back down on the car seat. I kissed her again and gazed down at her. She was so beautiful. She looked back up at me with her big, innocent brown eyes.