“Mr. Poser, right?”
“Exactly. The way he talked to me. Or rather, about me.”
“Degrading, I know,” Peter scoffed.
“That’s just it, Peter. I kind of liked it. It made me tingle inside if that makes sense. The fact he was so confidently and crassly obscene.”
“You liked that?” I was quiet, but I nodded. “You liked it from him specifically?” Peter asked.
“From Mr. Poser? Uh, no, not necessarily, I don’t think so. I don’t think it matters who it comes from. I guess, in some ways, I’ve experienced this before. Like if I walk down the street and some asshole whistles at me. It never bothered me. In fact, sometimes I looked forward to it. I guess I never took it any deeper than that, though.”
“I see,” Peter said. “How does this revelation make you feel?”
“Confused. I know I shouldn’t like it. I know it’s fucked up, but…”
“Yes?”
“Well, let’s just say if you talked that way to me, I wouldn’t think any less of you… and I would probably like it.”
Peter snickered. I’m glad he was processing this well. He paused and then confessed, “This might be coincidence, but Samantha was a bit like that.” I pulled back, surprised. “The point I am making, Beth, is don’t feel guilty about it. This doesn’t make you a strange or a bad person.”
“I’m glad you think so,” I chuckled. “So Samantha, she liked it, too? And she was a good person?”
“Oh, she was terrific. You would have enjoyed her company. In fact, she kind of shares your physical attributes, along with your kink,” Peter laughed. “Maybe that’s why I favor your type, I don’t know.”
“I’m glad you do,” I said, giving my boobs a little shake. I felt a little odd sharing so many traits with Peter’s ex, yet I was also keenly aware he never chased me in the office, nor was he ever inappropriate.
“It’s not really like you, or how you present yourself. I certainly would never have guessed.”
“I think that’s why I like it. It’s fantasy. But I like the… the attention of it. How it makes me feel. Does that make sense?”
“Hey, I don’t kink-shame. I obviously have my own triggers.” Peter glanced down to his concrete boner. “Besides, like I said, Samantha loved it when I talked dirty to her. I’m practiced.”
“Uh, did you enjoy doing it? Talking dirty to her?”
“Yeah, it was fun. But Samantha was kind of kinky. I, uh… well, I never really suspected you would be like that, but then I guess I didn’t expect Sam to be like that, either. At first, anyway.”
“I suppose we all have our little secrets.”
The conversation drifted off for a moment while we watched the horses. The two we first saw were still grazing near a line of trees and it was almost hypnotizing watching them. I turned to Peter. “Can you give me an example of what you said to Samantha? You know… when you were exploring her kink.”
“You mean did I do stuff like call her a ‘dirty whore’ or go on and on about how much of a cum-loving slut she is?” I practically convulsed as he said such vulgar things. God, I wanted it. “Yes, of course I said those things. And I meant it, too. She was a dirty, little whore, but she was MY dirty, little whore.” My eyes were closed, envisioning Peter berating his ex while he fucked her. “Would you like to know something?” he asked. I groaned, nodding, moving to touch myself. “I would like to have another dirty, little whore as a girlfriend. I’m talking just an absolute filthy slut. Someone who will take my cock in their mouth every day, because they just can’t help themselves.” I groaned even harder, circling my clit while sitting on the bench next to him. “Would you like to be that little slut?” I nodded fast and furiously.
“Call me a whore,” I whispered. “Please.”
“You are a whore. A cheap one at that. You’ll give me anything I want.” I opened my eyes briefly to see Peter stroking his cock. I got instantly wetter. “I’m going to fuck you the way you deserve.”
“I think I’d like that,” I trembled.
“You’re going to have a healthy mix of my semen added to your diet, too. You fucking love cum, don’t you?” Again, I kept nodding, not stopping. I was so close to coming. “Now, you better cum right now, you slut. If you want me to fuck you later, you cum NOW!”
I screamed, as I erupted into orgasm. However he did it, Peter pushed every button. It was just what I needed. “Goddamn, that was fun,” I sighed, laughing.
“Yeah, it was. But I didn’t cum. You’ll take care of that soon.”
“Gladly.”
We turned our attention back to the wild animals. “So, you taking this job Roy wants you on?”
“What do you think? Should I?”
Pete smiled. “I think you know the answer.”
I smiled back. “I think I do, too.”