Yes or No?

Yes or No?

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Status: Finished

Genre: Other

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Fuckery This is just random wordporn. Dirty stories. That’s what we’re here for, yes? ‘The Fisherman’s Wife’ I wrote after a conversation with some old ladies in a hotel in the Western Highlands of Scotland. I love the way the old like to be naughty! No-one in The States got ‘Bennet’s Brother’ – it was way too English in every way. I had a hoot writing it and its companion piece (now lost, ‘Battle at the Regatta’). I was attempting Wodehouse with added fellatio… ‘Teacher’s Night Off’ – good idea – not so well executed. I didn’t quite get what I wanted with that one. Horny enough, mind. ‘On The Eve of All Hallows’ – again, not quite right. I wanted to write a story using a student of mine, an Indian girl, as muse (obviously her name was not Krythika!). I wrote it in a hurry for Hallowe’en and it shows. It’s a bit clunky. ‘A Christmas Kiss’ was also written for the holidays. This is a better story. A true story, although it didn’t happen quite in the way I tell it. The girl involved is now a senior partner in a law firm in Birmingham and I learned from Facebook last week that she has become a grandmother for the third time! ‘Katie’ is also based on truth. I’ve known Katie for years and years. Our families are still close and, were it not for lockdown, I’d be visiting her next month. Obviously, her name isn’t Katie – or mine would be shit. ‘Yes or No’ is a story I am, or at least was, quite proud of. I wrote it in reaction to a news story about Ivy Leaguers ‘protesting’. I was very angry. Sadly the news story will be forgotten, so the story will lose its punch. Still good, though.

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sex, etc

Summary

Fuckery
This is just random wordporn. Dirty stories. That’s what we’re here for, yes?
‘The Fisherman’s Wife’ I wrote after a conversation with some old ladies in a hotel in the Western Highlands of Scotland. I love the way the old like to be naughty!
No-one in The States got ‘Bennet’s Brother’ – it was way too English in every way. I had a hoot writing it and its companion piece (now lost, ‘Battle at the Regatta’). I was attempting Wodehouse with added fellatio…
‘Teacher’s Night Off’ – good idea – not so well executed. I didn’t quite get what I wanted with that one. Horny enough, mind.
‘On The Eve of All Hallows’ – again, not quite right. I wanted to write a story using a student of mine, an Indian girl, as muse (obviously her name was not Krythika!). I wrote it in a hurry for Hallowe’en and it shows. It’s a bit clunky.
‘A Christmas Kiss’ was also written for the holidays. This is a better story. A true story, although it didn’t happen quite in the way I tell it. The girl involved is now a senior partner in a law firm in Birmingham and I learned from Facebook last week that she has become a grandmother for the third time!
‘Katie’ is also based on truth. I’ve known Katie for years and years. Our families are still close and, were it not for lockdown, I’d be visiting her next month. Obviously, her name isn’t Katie – or mine would be shit.
‘Yes or No’ is a story I am, or at least was, quite proud of. I wrote it in reaction to a news story about Ivy Leaguers ‘protesting’. I was very angry. Sadly the news story will be forgotten, so the story will lose its punch. Still good, though.

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Submitted: July 31, 2020

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Submitted: July 31, 2020

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Daniel Goldman Travers the Third was feeling pretty pleased with himself: second year of med school (straight As), a fine apartment, a generous allowance and a Mazda. Yes indeed, this was how life should be. And tonight he had just picked up a real doozy, a sure thing, and Daniel Goldman Travers the Third liked to be sure of getting a girl into bed.

He eyed her as she came from the bathroom, long golden hair, ruby lips, a tight black mini skirt and a purple halter top, under which her bra-less breasts jiggled as she walked on her high heels towards him. Just by her look Daniel knew she was his for the taking.

“Aw honey,” she purred, “it’s been real nice talking to you an’ all. But I got work in the morning, so I better be on my way.”

This wasn’t how it was meant to go! “Hey, wait! I’d like to get to know you better. Why not come back to my place for coffee?”

“You want to know me better? That’s so sweet. I’d love to talk a bit more, but I got that bus to catch.”

“Listen baby, I got my car outside, a Mazda. Let me give you a lift, we can go to my place and I can run you home…after.” Daniel gave her a wide smile, he knew his teeth were perfect, and with that boyish grin he had always won them over.

“Um…okay…coffee it is.”

 

As the Mazda roared through the evening streets, Daniel cast furtive glances at the girl beside him. She was talking, of course, but he was only listening with half an ear as he sneaked peaks at her round breasts, yes, thought Daniel, I can see the nipples. She wants it. I know.

She was chatting about some friend that had died, Daniel gave a non-committal “Gee, that’s sad.” as he eyed her long smooth legs. If her legs are so smooth, her pussy will be a bald as a cue-ball, Daniel liked that thought. Women that shave do it for men to enjoy. He’d be enjoying her in no time. He felt a boner poke his pants.

 

She’d gasped when she saw his apartment, Daniel knew she would. Then she plonked herself on an armchair in his lounge. Daniel bristled, he didn’t like the thought of this slut sitting on his Italian leather armchair. Time to show her who’s boss.

“The bedroom is through there, baby. C’mon, let’s go.”

“Bedroom? I thought we were having coffee?”

“Aw come on! Coffee? You know what that means.”

“I do.” her soft features hardened, “but do you?”

“Hey, no games, baby. Bedroom, now.”

“Mister, I ain’t going in no bedroom.”

“Okay, baby, you like these rich surroundings? Huh? Then let’s go for it here. Now get your fucking top off and show me those titties!”

“No.” she said, clear and cold.

“No?” he returned, “so you want to play rough do you?”

“No!” she stood and faced him.

“Let me show you what you’re going to get!” he started to undo his pants.

“NO!”

“Aw come on, sweet-cheeks. Everyone knows what ‘no’ means.”

The girl moved faster than he could react. He doubled over with her knee in his groin. A blow to the back of the head had him out cold.

 

Daniel Goldman Travers the Third woke up to find he was naked, face-down on his bed with his hands cuffed to the bedposts. In front of his face was a photograph, it showed a pretty black girl in a smart dress and hat, pictured outside of a church.

“Do you recognise her?” it was the same woman from earlier, but her voice sounded different, more assured, cleverer.

“I never saw her in my life before,” Daniel said immediately.

“Take a close look, take your time, I think you’ve seen that girl before, Daniel.”

“No. I don’t know any bl...people of colour. None. I swear.”

“Her name is Harriet Bell. She was your classmate last year.”

“Harriet. Yeah. Of course. I remember. But she left. What is this about?”

“Harriet Bell was a scholarship student. All she ever wanted to do was be a doctor. All her life she studied. Gave up everything to follow that dream.” she was getting closer to him, her voice now at his ear. “Why did she ‘leave’, Daniel?”

“I don’t fucking know! Now cut the crap and let me free, or it’ll be the worse for you.”

“Look at her, Daniel. All that hope, all that work. Look at her!” she was hissing in his ear now. “Once in her life she said yes to a guy who asked her for a date. Once. Do you know what happened?”

“No. Jesus. I never spoke to the girl. Not a word.”

“The guy arrived at her apartment to pick her up to go to a movie. But they never got to the movie. The guy raped her and sodomized her there in her apartment, and left without a word.”

“It wasn’t fucking me! I never touched her. Never spoke to her. Ask her!”

“You know, Daniel, I’d love to ask her, but I can’t. You see, when she came home she was different person, she just hated herself, I guess she couldn’t live with the shame of that first sexual encounter. She’d been a virgin, you see, and some guy had forced her into sex, then fucked her in the ass. How would you like that for your first time, Daniel?”

“She knew what she was getting into, asking a guy into her apartment. That’s an invitation.”

“Harriet didn’t see it like that. When I spoke to her last time all she felt was confused, miserable, embarrassed and full of shame. In the end she killed herself.”

“That’s nothing to do with me. I never knew her. I don’t know anyone who did. I can’t help you find the guy.”

“Oh we found the guy. Yes we did. And he didn’t think he’d done anything wrong. We persuaded him in the end. He was so sorry. But sorry don’t cut no ice with us.”

“We? Us? What the fuck are you talking about?”

“Oh Daniel, if you’d only looked in your rear-view mirror instead of checking out my tits, you might have seen the pick-up truck that was following you. And if we’d had coffee and I’d walked out of your door, Tyrone and Mikey here wouldn’t feel the need to teach you a lesson.”

Daniel turned his head, filling the doorway were two big, heavily built men.

“I’ll find you, bitch, I’ll have the law on you. My family’s attorney will put you away for years.”

“My name is Kimberley Grace Elswick, here’s my card and my contact details. Just so that I’m easy for you to find. If you still want to find me. Because you come anywhere near me, I’ll call attempted rape for your display tonight and I won’t plea bargain. When we get to court I’ll tie your name with the rape and suicide of Harriet Bell, whether you knew her or not. How do you think that’ll affect your career prospects, Dr Rapist?”

“I never raped anyone!”

“You exposed yourself to me and would have forced me tonight to have sex with you. Forced, coerced, non-consensual intercourse – it’s all rape.”

“So why am I tied like this? Are you going to rape me?” he sneered.

“No, not me. Tyrone and Mikey, who are Harriet’s cousins, by the way, are going to do that.”

“No!” screamed Daniel.

“Oh Daniel, everyone knows what ‘no’ means.”

“Oh God. You know I did nothing. Why?”

“Nothing, Daniel? What were you going to do to me tonight?”

“But you wanted it!”

“Did I say that? Ever? Did I try to get away from you? Did I say I expected coffee? What did I say that made you think I wanted to have sex with you?”

“The way you dressed…”

“Ah yes, the way I dressed. I invited some people into my apartment and had them cuff me naked to the bed. That sort of thing? Let me ask you something - did you want sex tonight?”

“Yes.”

“But you know what ‘yes’ means, Daniel? You told the whole country what ‘yes’ means.”

“Please. What are you talking about?”

“Do you know how many people watched you and your frat-boy friends chanting on TV? People notice what our top university students do and say.”

“Christ, that was years ago. I was freshman. It was only a bit of fun.”

“I’m going now. Have fun with Tyrone and Mikey.”

“NO!”

“How did your little chant go? Oh yes…’No means yes and yes means…’” I’ll let the boys remind you.”

 

Daniel Goldman Travers the Third became aware of the dawn light at his window. He was still lying naked on his belly, but the cuffs and the men had gone. He was lying as still as he could, because whenever he moved the pain became more acute. But the pain wasn’t the worst of it. It was the memory of the helplessness as the powerful man had held him down and violated him. He had been big and strong and silent as he’d gripped Daniel’s hips and humped him like a dog.

A wave of shame and embarrassment washed over him as he remembered the feeling of the invasion of his body. It was like an attack on his privacy, an exposure of a personal secret. He’d expected abuse, violence, but instead that man had quietly and firmly rammed his penis deeper and deeper into his anus, quickening his pace with painful, forceful thrusts. The only sound from that man’s mouth had been a gasp as he ejaculated powerfully, deep in Daniel’s body.

The withdrawal of the penis had made Daniel scream, it was an explosion of even greater pain than the fucking. After his friend had unmounted, the second man held Daniel’s arms down and Daniel braced himself for a second attack. But the first man quietly and efficiently undid the handcuffs and stepped away, then his friend let go of Daniel’s arms and just as silently left the room. Daniel waited for the sound of the mayhem as those thugs trashed his apartment, but it never happened. He heard his front door open, then close. The men were gone.

The pain was awful, he knew something had torn inside. His anus burned with the harsh unfamiliar friction, but inside. Oh God. The pain was bad enough, but the shame? Tears welled up in his eyes as he thought of it. It was his fault. He had let these people into his house, he had wanted sex.

 

Daniel Goldman Travers the Third felt something warm and sticky dribble down between his legs from his aching anus. He cried in pain and humiliation and shock, great racking sobs that shook his whole body. Why had this happened?  This was not meant to happen when you asked someone into your apartment. He noticed the photograph that the girl had left on his bed. His cries became howls of grief and anger and guilt.

 

 

 


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