The Trophy - Cougar Girl & Little Rooster **Concluded**

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Almost as soon as I finish speaking I regret everything, I didn't know women could be like this, so uncontrollably horny, I am about to be raped, gang raped no less, if this were a pack of men with one woman it would be considered a huge despicable crime and yet because I am male I would be considered lucky and if I went to the police they would all laugh at me, doubt my story and tell me to fuck off. I can see Samantha didn't understand what I was trying to communicate to her, I know now that I was just a trophy to her, something to fuck and show off, now she can't help me even if she wanted to and really I don't know if she wants to help or not.

Can I service them all? I don't know, I figure as I am the rape victim it doesn't matter too much, are these women really that starved for a decent looking man, I can't imagine this is just about sex for them as sex is easy to find for a woman, no, they want me, I am an ideal, something that none of them would be able to get on their own.

They push me, hands removing my clothes and soon I am on the couch again, my cock betrays me and stiffens from the adrenaline and physical contact, I am not horny for any of them, I may have been if I could have done one at a time, but now, I just want this over and done with, just let them do as they please and let me leave.

Felicity strips off, leaving her glasses on which I now notice are coke bottle thick, she has thick wild patch of dark pubic hair, hippy style which she now lowers onto my face, forcing her cunt on my mouth, I don't want to lick it, but I know the quicker I can get them all off the quicker it might be over with, I suck her flappy lips and even fuck her cunt with my tongue, anything to make her cum and make it stop.

I can't see anything but I can feel another woman, she has chubby hands and is quite large, she lowers herself onto my cock and soon I am inside her, she bounces up and down on me as women on either side grab my hands and make me feel them all over.

I try and remember how many women were here, 12 I think including Sam and Amy.

Amy sits by Samantha and watches, "It wasn't supposed to go like this was it, this was supposed to be a private fantasy I assume?" she asks.

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I listen with half an ear to Amy as she chatters away. Who’s idea was it? What did we expect to happen? Had we rehearsed it? What were we going to do afterwards? Had I fucked Heath outside when Felicity told us to take a break? She’s so obviously trying to get all the details about what Heath and I planned, and more. It’s pathetic. I give her enough information to keep her happy while I try to concentrate on my own thoughts. Why is it so difficult to think and hold a conversation at the same time? Is it just me?

Although I’m listening to Amy, my eyes are on Heath or what I can see of him. This is a rape, pure and simple. Why don’t I intervene? I would if this were my daughter being set on by a pack of men. If it were Ben, I’d be in there fighting for him, tearing them off him. Or would I? It’s different for men, isn’t it? A woman can’t rape a man unless he is willing. He can’t get hard otherwise. There’s no way to force a man to have an erection if his body doesn’t want to. So Heath is willing or this wouldn’t be happening, couldn’t be happening. Like I said men are different from women.

We women understand rape. Name me anyone in a relationship who hasn’t been raped. All those women know what I mean. I don’t mean raped by a stranger, pulled down a dark alley and fucked on a pile of rubbish, not that sort of rape. No, the more subtle type. The pleading ones. ‘You always have a headache.’ ‘Come on, it’s been ages.’ ‘Just a quick one before I go to work.’ Or the blackmailing ones. ‘You did like my present didn’t you?’ ‘You wouldn’t want me to have an affair do you?’ Or the drunken slob who climbs on top of you when he comes home and doesn’t give a toss whether you agree or not. Yes, we women know all about rape and its various disguises. I’ve been there, suffered that, got the lingerie gifts afterwards.

But, yes there is a but. Whenever this happens, I end up enjoying it, getting pleasure, having some of my best orgasms. So how can I complain later if I’ve ended up screaming so loud that Ben has come in to ask if I’m in pain and he’s had to be reassured and sent back to bed? And having to explain when he asks the next day that no, daddy wasn’t hurting mummy. Things are so complicated. You’d thing that rape was rape and that was it. But it’s not that simple, well not in my head. So maybe, just maybe, it’s the same for the guys. They may find themselves able to perform even though they don’t want to, even enjoying, ending up as confused as I’ve been sometimes.

This is all a relief to me, because it means there’s nothing wrong with me feeling so aroused at the image of Ben being set out like this, like animals after their prey. Nothing wrong with me trying to get inside Heath’s mind. Nothing wrong with me being aroused at the cocktail of his mixed emotions, arousal, embarrassment, humiliation, helplessness. Is this what he wanted all the time, to be held captive like this?

As usual my thoughts return to me. How will I feel about Heath when this is over? Will I want to touch a body that has been crawled over like this? Will I want his cock inside me after it has pumped these women? Will I want his tongue to touch me after it has tasted of Felicity’s juices? Earlier when he was posing I fantasised and got aroused by thoughts of this. But this isn’t a fantasy. It’s real and real is different. You can’t taste Felicity’s cunt in a fantasy, you can in real life. Or what if I found this arousing, what if it took me to new heights to know that the cock inside me had services all these woman, if that tongue in my mouth had licked other pussies?

Finally, I have had enough of Amy.

‘Just shut the fuck up’ I scream at her. ‘Why don’t you go away and play with yourself.’

‘Like you, you mean?’ she throws back in my face, and I realise that that is what I am doing, must have been doing while I was thinking.

Left in peace another thought struggles to the surface. I care about how Heath feels and how this will affect how I feel towards him afterwards. Is that because I am thinking of him as Ben or is there really some form of connection developing here? Not love, no definitely not love, but something that makes me want to protect him, to save him from being treated like this.

Determined to save him, I stride towards the women surrounding him.

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I hear Samantha yelling at Amy, I guess Amy has said something that has upset her, these women in fact all seem rather good at upsetting one another, speaking their minds regardless of how much hurt it could cause, or for that matter how stupid it might make them appear. It just doesn't seem to bother them one iota.

The heavy set woman riding me is getting me deep inside her, almost by default really, her heaviness and gravity due to her being on top grinds down onto me, I feel like my cock will break as I end up deeper inside her than I could ever have dreamt to be. Due to this though I hear her breathing becoming more labored, she heaves and then I hear her scream, shriek in fact as she cums, my unprotected cock feeling her fluid gush over it.

She then collapses forward knocking Felicity off my mouth and nearly breaking my nose with her cunt. The heavy woman is dragged off by a couple of the other horny bitches and then I see my first bit of light as Felicity adjusts herself presumably to climb back on.

The women are parting, they look fearful, has Samantha called the Police, god I hope not! That would be too humiliating, please Sam just let them rape me, I know you can't do anything I think to myself. Please don't call the cops.

I then see Samantha walking towards me, the women part, they are fearful of her propensity for violence, they have seen what she has done to Felicity. I now finally like her violnce and temper, I guess she is coming to save me, I accept that we might be over, but for now I just want to get out of here!

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In the moments it took me to walk across the room, the situation has changed. I set off prepared for a fight, my breathing heavy, my fists clenched, my gaze steely. I was ready to haul these women off Heath and send them packing. By the time I arrived, there was a standoff. The fat one had toppled off in her ecstasy. In the process, she had knocked Felicity to the ground. That woman seemed to spend a lot of time flat on her back with her legs open. The others who had been gathered around Heath had backed off to avoid being caught up in the melee.

I stand next to Heath and look down at him. He looks relieved to see me and to have me there, not at all like a man who resented the interruption. I look down at his cock, which was glistening with the woman’s juices. It doesn’t look like he has cum; thank goodness, she had no business taking my sperm.

I glare around at the faces of the other women. No one seems keen to take me on, although their looks say that I am definitely not welcome any more. Some are now post-coital and experiencing their own glow, only vaguely interested in what was going on. Others are hot and eager for their turn, weighing up their chance of being next for Heath’s services. One or two seem to be having some insight into what they were doing.

Deprived of a fight, I give them a piece of my mind.

‘Look at you all’ I shout, ‘just look at yourselves. Can’t any of you get a man of your own? Is this the only way you can get any sex? You all brag about your lovers. I think they’re just fantasies. You can’t get a man of your own, so you have to take what you can get from someone else’s.’

They look at each other and then at Felicity. Finally a quiet voice from the corner of the room speaks. It is Amy.

‘Can’t we just finish our drawings?’

I stare at her in disbelief.

‘You cannot be serious. Do you expect us to sit down at our easels and carry on like nothing has happened? Well, do you?’

I spin slowly around, looking at everyone in turn, but no one catches my gaze, except Felicity who is adjusting those sexy spectacles.

‘You’ve just gang raped this man and you want him to lie back and let you paint him again? How would you feel if you had just been attacked? Would you want to settle down like before while your rapists paint you naked?’

This time it is Felicity who breaks the silence.

‘Get the witch.’

Before I can react, they are on me in a co-ordinated attack. My skirt is pulled down around my ankles, hampering my legs, while my panties are pushed down to my knees. Strong hands grab my arms and I am pulled backwards onto the floor. Other hands take hold of my feet, pulling my clothes free. I wriggle and writh, trying to kick out with my feet while I struggle to free my arms. But to no avail.

‘Run, Heath, got out.’ I scream.

But I am too late. Felicity is between him and the doorway.

‘No, Heath’ she snarled, taking hold of his balls in a vicious claw, ‘you’re not going anywhere. Not until you’ve shown us how you fuck your whore.’

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You come to my rescue, the women parting and then you tell me to leave, to get out, I can't go without you though, I got you into this, this pornographic mess and now you have probably lost all your friends because of me, even though really they don't seem that friendly towards you.

Amy opens her big stupid mouth and the expected stupidity falls out, she wants to know if they can go back to drawing me, I shake my head, I have finally had enough of these idiotic bitches and am very much thinking about turning gay just so I will never have to deal with a woman's hormonal nonsense ever again.

Then I also get the sickening thought, is this what rapists do? Do they date rape a woman and then ask her out again the next day as if nothing ever happened, as if their brutality was just a part of life that their victim would have to deal with?

Before I can do or think anything else, Felicity screams to get the witch, and they grab you and pull your skirt and panties down, you tell me to go again but once more they have blocked the door.

I am ready to fight now, to push and even punch these women out of the way if required, are they planning on raping you as well, or are they planning on sexually torturing you in some manner? I don't get any of this anymore.

Then Felicity grabs me my balls and tells me I am not going anywhere, that they want to see how I fuck my whore, they want to see me fuck you and I wonder if this is now a whole new type of rape.

Before I can refuse Amy pulls out a handgun and points it at Samantha.

"Heath, you have to understand, we all came here today wanting to see a stud in action, we wanted to see a man like you naked, erect and to have him fuck us, but we get it now, you don't like us, some of us had you anyway but it wasn't the same. We want to see you in action with a woman you are attracted to, fuck Samantha or I'll shoot both of you" she says plainly.

I take a breath and look at you, still pinned to the floor spread eagled, I see no other choice, now, I just hope that once the sex show is done they will let us go. I walk over after Felicity releases my balls and I get in the push up position, looking at you in your eyes, my cock still wet with the fluids of other women and I enter you slowly as the women start to cheer and hoot.

Amy stands watch, the gun on us. "Do this and we will let you go" she says, Amy it seems is the real leader of the group.

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My first thoughts, as always, are for myself. This is awful. Heath wanted to display himself and that was what this was about, him showing off. It was never about me. I’m not a porn star or even an exhibitionist. I let myself go one-to-one with my husband or a lover, but not with strangers, not in front of strangers. I don’t flaunt my body in revealing or skimpy clothes. Actually, I’m quite shy. I was even embarrassed when I realised Ben was watching me fucking his father one night, although I got used to that after a while.

And I’m not gay either, so I’m not comfortable with all these female hands all over me. Social touching and kissing, that’s fine, it’s natural to reach out and touch an arm or a hand to make a connection. But gay sex, that isn’t me. Never been attracted to women. Ever. But now their hands are on me, controlling me, holding me at their mercy.

I’m pinned down like one of those insects in a display cabinet. Which is another thing. When I fuck, I’m a participant, not an observer. I have never just laid back and let a guy fuck me. Well, except when my husband comes home drunk and I’m trying to make a point. Not that he notices. But what can I do held down like this?

Maybe Heath won’t be able to respond if I am placid like this. He’s managed to stay hard with these vixen crawling over him, but what about me. Suppose he can’t perform with me under stress. What if he can’t get it up. How humiliating would that be – for me – to have a lover who can’t even get hard enough to fuck me when he’s needed.

But I needn’t have worried. His cock is ready and he assumes the position above me. The girls on my ankles pull my legs wide and he enters, strong and in control. This is new to me, to let him take complete control. except for those hands. I try to cut them out of my mind, to focus totally on my connection with Heath. On his cock in my cunt, on his body as it moves in rhythm above me and inside me, on his eyes as they gaze into mine.

And then that is all I am aware of. I give myself up to him, let him do his work. Let him fill me with his seed, let him show them what I can get out of him when all of their combined effort couldn’t. Let them see those bullock balls throbbing with his juices and pulsing as they pump them deep inside me, impregnating me. It no longer matters that his cock is smeared in that fat cow’s juice, if anything it makes it more exciting to know he’s been taken by others who couldn’t satisfy him.

As I feel spasms develop, I start to thrash about, but the women holding me just grip tighter. Others are gathered round – I see them dimly behind Heath and beside me. Some are touching Heath, stroking his head, his back, his buttocks. Felicity is holding his balls, urging him on. One or two touch me, but I flinch and they stop. I desperately do not want to cum, not to show my most personal feelings to this pack of hyenas who are definitely not, never have truly been, my friends. I try to suppress any outward sign of my growing pleasure, but I know it is futile. The rumble begins deep in my belly, coming out like a low growl, an animal on the prairie in heat and telling the males around to come and fight for her. It rises in pitch changing from inarticulate noises into distinct sounds. Ooooooooooooooowwwww. WOWAAAH. AAARRRRRRRRGGGHHHHHH. By the time it forms into words, I am no longer in control. YYYEEEEEESSSS. PLEEEEAAAAAASSSSSSSSSSSE. GGGOOOOOOO. NOOOOOOOOOOOOWW. The hands holding me down can barely control me. More hands join in. the firmer the hold, the more concentrated the orgasm becomes, my cunt spasms, my body shakes uncontrollably. The women let go their holds. I am no longer aware of what is happening, I just experience the pleasure, I am the pleasure.

Suddenly I am completely drain and collapse like a limp doll, unaware of whether Heath has cum or not.

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I slide in and out of Samantha, I feel Felicity juggling my balls, and what I think is another woman's hand on my arse pushing me in deeper and deeper, she wants to make Samantha moan, this is not about seeing me and her in action, this is about humiliating her, to see her at her most private and vulnerable moment. Her legs spread with a man grinding in between them, they are making Samantha their slut or personal porn star.

This is different to how they were watching each other rape me, that was bonding among them, they will talk about and celebrate the experience no doubt, this they will laugh about over drinks.

As I plough deeper and harder inside you, I close my eyes and the world around me ceases to exist, I no longer feel or hear the other women, it just you and I and the feelings we are generating inside one and other, the chemicals our bodies are releasing as we fuck hard and deep. I think about Amy and how she would still be holding that gun on me, and I like it, I like the danger, I like that it has taken the onus of responsibility away from me and that now I am just fucking you and not all of them and that they have been shown up as the true failures here whether they want to admit or not.

My eyes still closed and I feel you spasm and your nails dig into me and you scream that scream that sends me into bliss everytime, you cum and not longer after I release my seed inside you wondering if I will impregnate you and wondering if that is indeed what you want and if you would get off on your husband rearing our child as if it were his own.

I collapse on top of you and roll off slowly.

I catch my breath and open my eyes and I see that we have been left alone, all the women having departed probably sometime after our orgasms.

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Shortly after my orgasm peaks, I feel Heath cum, the throbs of his ejaculation firing his seed deep into me. I feel proud of him, pleased that he has produced for me what he didn’t, wouldn’t, couldn’t for the others. Wait till they see me stand, his sperm running down by thighs. Let them look at him as his cock subsides, shining with my juices and his last few drops dangling from the tip.

There is a great release as his weight rolls off me. I stretch my limbs, which I find are free of the hands that held me captive. I open my eyes and blink, slowly realising that we are alone. When did they go? Was it before I came? Before Heath came? Did they leave out of embarrassment? At what they had done? At what they were watching?

As I rise on my elbows, I look down and see myself. Naked from the waist down, my blouse ripped open, my tits pulled out of my bra. I remember my skirt and panties being pulled off, but who did the rest? Was it Heath in his passion? Or was it one of those women? Fuck, I don’t know who it was who made me cum. Was it Heath, or those women molesting me, or a combination? And what about Heath? Did he cum like that because of his feelings for me or because Felicity was milking his balls?

We came here so that Heath could experience being an object of desire and so I could hear what my friends thought about him. What I didn’t expect, what was never part of the plan, was that I would become objectified as much as he was. I’ll need time to get my head round what that means for me.

But how is Heath feeling? Has he the same mixture of exaltation and shame as I am experiencing? I turn on my side and look at him, lying naked, his chest still heaving from his exertion, his cock relaxing on his belly. Is this how Ben would look after fucking in public? Would those women have made him do it, even if they knew he was my son? Even made him fuck me?

I feel the need to be covered. Why? Is it the shock? Am I embarrassed to be exposed to Heath? I push my tits back into my bra and pull my blouse around me. There is no sign of my skirt, but it must be here somewhere, unless those bitches have taken it as a trophy. Trophy? Strange, Heath came here to be shown off to these women as a trophy, but instead those women are the ones who have taken us as their trophies.

I see his robe on the floor by the couch, so I crawl across and drag it towards me. I am about to rap it round my shoulders, when I see Heath still lying naked on the floor. I lie down beside him and pull it over us, protecting both of us. From what? I don’t know, but I feel the need for protection and to protect him. I hold him in my arms and wonder how this will affect him. Will he be the same man? Will his sense of his own masculinity be enhanced by how he has been treated or will he feel diminished? Will this make him more virile or impotent? I wrap my legs around his and draw him close to my warmth.

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I pretend to still be asleep or recovering by shutting my eyes again just as you open yours, I do not know how you will feel about all of this and I, in my usual misguided attempt at chivalry try and offer you some kind of comfort by letting you adjust to what just happened in your own time and space.

I remember that I pulled your bra off or slipped it down to allow your jubbly breasts to move around like jelly while I thrusted my ram rod inside you. I can hear you now scurrying trying to put your large melons away before I come to, or at least before you think I come to. This is why I am allowing you your own time as best I can without leaving the room and making you feel totally alone.

I know I came because I was inside you, the other women destroyed my fantasy early in really, mostly due to their vapid stupidity, I mean really, I can get excited by an unfit and mature body but not a dense brain, I just can't do that and is one reason why I walk away from so many women my own age who come on to me. Sex to me is so much more than just inserting a part of my body into another. I need that intellectual connection, the one I feel I have with you. Well I hope we still have a connection, not that you now feel ashamed and don't want anything to do with me anymore.

I hear you crawling across the floor, I know you are looking for something to cover your lower body with, I can't say I spotted your skirt or panties anywhere, I can't imagine a woman taking them as a trophy but maybe as a way of demeaning you further by making you leave the art class without a skirt?

I feel you wrapping yourself around me and knowing now that you still want to be close to me despite what happened which was in part due to what I wanted, I begin to speak to break the silence and to share the load of our rape, forced sex show experience.

"I thought I might feel ashamed, but I don't, everything was taken out of our hands and I guess I was very naive to believe that things would stay coordinated and in control. I mean I have been to strip shows, I have seen females strip and do all sorts of things for men and the men never touch them, I guess that is where the security comes into it, you tried your best I know Samantha, you knocked Felicity around a number of times but in the end we were outnumbered and when they pulled the gun there was nothing else that could be done. I am sorry they stripped you and made you have sex with me for them, I was the only one who was supposed to be put on display here not you, I don't know how you feel about me having sex with a couple of them, I know Felicity only got my mouth and a chubby one sat on my cock, I think you limited things a lot actually, that is probably why they got me to have sex with you in the end, it was getting to hard for them, I think we ruined their fantasy as much as they ruined ours." I tell you as I look into your eyes.

"How are you feeling honey? Should we go somewhere else and never come back here?" I ask.

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I snuggle closer to Heath and, just for once, I don’t try too hard to think. I just open my mouth and let the words tumble out.

‘How am I feeling? Embarrassed at what I’ve allowed them to do to you, ashamed at getting you into this, dirty at being treated like a plaything, sullied by their hands and eyes crawling over me, disgusted with myself for giving in to them, frightened at things being out of my control, abused by my so-called friends, fearful for what they might to do you, annoyed that I could have trusted them, determined that I’ll never be taken in by people like that ever again, regretful that I didn’t punch that bitch Felicity in the hairy cunt.’

I run out of steam and hug him, putting my leg over his hip and drawing him close under his robe.

Then more words come.

‘But I’m proud of you and how you handled yourself. And pleased with my drawing, it’s the best I’ve ever done.’

I smile at him for the first time since we arrived at the class.

‘You looked fantastic and all those women felt it, felt what I do when I see you naked, had uncontrollable desires that only you could satisfy.’

I stroke his back lightly, gently, soothingly. Shall I tell what’s in my mind now?

‘And I feel alive, Heath, more than I have ever done, being fucked by you, despite the circumstances, it was as if we were one and there was no one else there.’

My hand has reached his chest now and is pressing against his firm muscles. Shall I finish what I was thinking?

‘But I’m worried, too. Worried about the effect this may have on you. Psychologically, I mean.’

My hand has reached his cock now and betrays that his psychology was not foremost in my mind.

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I listen to you as you snuggle up to me, you tell me how you feel about the whole thing and I am surprised to hear that you are proud of how I dealt with it all. I didn't see many choices myself, I laugh as you mention wanting to punch Felicity in her hairy cunt, I think you probably hit her enough as it was but that was then, now I think she needs to have her head caved in my you!

"You shouldn't feel ashamed at what happened, it wasn't your fault, I must admit I underestimated how horny women can be, I didn't expect any of that to happen, I thought at most maybe you would want me to have sex with one or all of them, like in a more erotic way, maybe even charged them for it, that would have been pretty cool I have to admit. These women though were just horny savages, they lacked any kind of erotic imagination at all." I say shaking my head.

"I am happy you feel alive and that the experience hasn't dampened your interest in me" I add as your hand travels down my belly towards my cock, you mention that you are concerned about how it effected me psychologically.

I know though that really you are worried that it has effected me sexually, and in some ways it has effected me, how could it not, but not in the way that Samantha fears.

My cock stiffens at her touch.

"I am ok Samantha, just consider your whore broken in" I say alluding to the idea that she should if she chooses pimp me out, "Perhaps we have both learnt from this and as long as there is more control in future, then maybe we aren't done with you displaying and objectifying me yet?" I say as I thrust my cock into her hand as if it were something I could fuck.

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Relief floods me as I feel his cock responding to my touch. He’s not been damaged by how he’s been treated. I was so afraid that it would make him impotent. Guys can be so sensitive, despite all their bravado; behind that masculine display of pride, they can be vulnerable and insecure. But Heath isn’t.

Then he talks about this not being the end. Why would he want to go through this experience again? What is in his mind? Is he becoming aroused at recalling my humiliation and degradation? Is that why he was so potent when he fucked me? Is that why he is stiffening even as he speaks? Was this really just some subtle plot to make me the object rather than him?

But no, that’s can’t be. He’s not that bright for a start. He’s not fool, don’t get me wrong, but that sort of subtlety takes a lot of guile and he comes across as a straightforward guy. No, he must be talking about himself. But what is he really proposing? Is he just suggesting another posing session? Really? Even knowing the effect it had? Or is that it? The effect? Is he saying he wants to be used like that, fucked by strangers who can’t keep their hands off him? Is all this posing just a cover for him getting his leg over and doing it in front of me, even getting me to find him these women? I get a flash of insight of how my husband would feel if he saw me fucking Heath. How much worse if he had unwittingly procured him for me.

Come to think of it, that would account for how he responded. A stud, a real stud, isn’t just a plaything for a long-legged, blond, sex kitten with an all-over honey tan and perfect waxing. They have to be able to perform with anyone. The big and fat, like that woman who mounted him. The supposedly shy and timid like Amy. The hairy and probably sweaty like Felicity. And none of that put him off his stride, even perhaps put him into it.

He’s pumping my hand now, like he wants a handjob or even a full fuck. But I need to know what’s in his mind, not in his balls. I need to know what I’ve got on my hands not what’s in them. Is he asking me to set myself up as some sort of Madame running a brothel selling his services? We need to get this straight, and right now. Just for once, sex can wait. Some things are more important, sometimes.

‘Just what is it you’re suggesting, Heath, and what role do you envisage me playing in it?’

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I keep thrusting my cock through her hand as I listen to her, I am still worked up and I am keen to show you that I am still a very sexually capable creature.

I turn to you and take a breath, "Well I think we can both agree that this experiment didn't go as planned, too many women, too many unplanned for moments, the shared fantasy was one where you got to show me off and I was the object that you got to share with others. I think you enjoyed the better moments of it anyway, I know I enjoyed some elements of it, being watched by all those women, being seen as a stud that they could never have even seen naked unless was in an art class environment. It was a turn on and I think you were turned on as well, it might seem odd but it was more of a turn on because they weren't so attractive, they needed me more than a hot type of woman, I liked providing charity for them, I know that sounds cold but I can't think of a better way to put it, the young stud servicing the desperate. I mean some older women like you are hot, but most aren't" I explain wanting you to know that you are very beautiful to me.

"So, when we first discussed all of this you mentioned the money I would make for posing, well what I got paid for this was nothing really and then I got virtually raped on top of it all. But what if you were to really pimp me out? I mean rent me for sex to friends, workmates, women you chat to online, as a woman you would be far better to approach these women than I would and you can start conversations and build closeness and then when you figure they are horny and willing to pay you can mention me? It wouldn't be like today, it would be 1-1 and you could be there watching or outside the room. You don't have any issues keeping people in line as Felicity found out! I think we could make some serious money together" I explain to you with a smile.

RE: The Trophy - Cougar Girl & Little Rooster

Am I really hearing this? Heath wants me to set up a brothel. He’s fucking himself in my hand while he tells me, cool as you like, that he wants me to pimp while he acts the stud.

I pull my hand away and stare at him in disbelief.

‘Let’s get this straight, you want me to find you older, ugly women who can’t find a male for themselves so that you can charge to fuck them while I get off watching? Is that right?’

I pause for a moment, which leads to this thought.

‘Are you telling me that you get off on ugly older woman? Are you? Because if you do, that must be why you get off on me.’

It is time to bring in the cool rigour of some logic into the argument. I did a philosophy course, remember, well I started one anyway.

‘BASTARD’ I shout in his face. ‘FUCKING BASTARD.’

Having made my point, it is time to bring this down to a personal level.

‘When I regain the strength to stand, I’ll fucking rip your balls off for you.’

This must be a mistake, maybe I misheard or perhaps he didn’t speak clearly. No one would seriously make such a proposal. This must just be another of his fantasies.

‘How do you think it’s made me feel while those women were all over you? I know we’re not in love or anything and that this is just a fling for both of us, nothing serious or long-term. But I thought at least you had some feelings for me. Instead, it looks like I was just the next ugly bitch who happened to come into the café where we met.’

This tirade is leaving me breathless, so I pause to let what I’ve said sink in.

‘I can’t believe that I actually invested some real feelings for you. I felt sick seeing you treated like that. I even felt jealous of them for the attention they got from you. Obviously I’ve been deluding myself and wasting my feelings on you.’

Somewhere in my head my brain must be working out how Heath’s idea would work, because my rant changes from the emotional to the practical.

‘How did you see this working? How did you think I would find these women? Put an ad in the papers? Run a commercial on the radio maybe? Do you want me to line up my friends for you, is that it? If I’m old and ugly, they must be too, is that what you’re thinking? And then you want me to act as bouncer as well. Not only am I old and ugly, I am butch as well. How could you treat me like this? What have I ever done to deserve it? All I ever wanted was for us to have fun and give each other pleasure, and I did give you pleasure and plenty of it as I recall.’

Time for some personal revelations.

‘I’ve had lovers before, plenty actually. But, do you know what, I have never shed a tear for any of them, because none of them has ever been cruel or hateful to me. Until now, that is. They may not have been as young as you, or as handsome, or so proficient, or so well hung. But you are the first one who has made me feel hurt and rejected, jealous of seeing women getting off on you. FUCK YOU, YOU BASTARD.’

As I pretend to wipe away a tear, I realise that this is all wrong. I stand with as much dignity as my remaining clothes allow and look down at Heath, whose cock is still waving and dribbling.

‘No, I’m sorry, Heath. It was wrong to blame you. You are just a child still. I have only myself to blame for being taken in by own desire to be services by someone like you. I couldn’t believe my luck when you approached me and now I know that I shouldn’t have. From now on, I stick to men who are ugly and old like me.’

I wipe away another tear, this time a real one.

RE: The Trophy - Cougar Girl & Little Rooster

I listen and can tell how upset this has made you, I thought we wanted the same things and I thought time and again that I made you feel beautiful, that I think you are beautiful. I feel frustrated that you still don't get that and I feel shocked myself that it is only now that you start showing me some kind of romantic feeling.

"Well, to be honest I thought you just wanted me for sex this whole time, I tried so many times to try and make you a girlfriend, to form a real connection, regardless of your marital status, I wanted as much from you as I possibly could get, and yet you kept pushing me away, fucking me when I wanted to talk to you, fucking me when I wanted to snuggle with you. You wanted to show me off as a trophy, don't forget that this was as much your fantasy as it was mine, and it is only now that I get from you some inkling of feeling, some sense of emotion that I mean something to you other than just a young hard cock to fuck" I explain to her, this time not holding back as it seems that she wants it to be over anyway and her remark about me being a child is quite offensive.

"And I have told you over and over that you are truly a Goddess of Beauty, and you still feel ugly, you still think I think you're ugly, you seem to still have all these insecurities. And what is with accusing me of being a child? How many times did you assault Felicity? God knows she deserved it but how many temper tantrums were you going to throw? Where did it get you? It seems that although I am the younger one you are very much the immature one." There all said, I don't care anymore, I don't get it.

"I just don't get it, I don't get what you want from me, I wanted you to be my girl, when it became apparent that you just wanted me for sex and as a trophy I tried to be that, I give up!" I finish up saying, it might sound pathetic but fuck it, I loved you.

RE: The Trophy - Cougar Girl & Little Rooster

This is all too much for me, all this emotional turmoil. I sink down to my knees and cry, sob away all my dreams. My body shakes until I cry myself dry. He deserves to know how I feel, but I can’t explain to him what is going on in my head and in my life? He would be shocked, horrified, sickened. Most people would if they knew. But I have to tell him something, try to get him to understand.

‘I’m sorry, Heath. My life is a mess, I really don’t know what I want half of the time and the half I do know terrifies me. You’ve been a godsend for me, just what I wanted for so long.’

I gulp in some air and try to compose myself.

‘I used to be happy with my life. My husband was good to me, well as good as husbands are. We were compatible and he was able to satisfy me and we had a family and it was all going so well.’

I was getting to a tricky bit, having to explain what had gone wrong. Explaining is difficult because I wasn’t sure why it had happened, just that it had.

‘It was when I got to my mid-30s that it started to go wrong. We thought it was a hormone thing, an imbalance problem. But the doctor said no it wasn’t. When I confided in my friends, they said it wasn’t just me, they had all hit the same problem, although not as bad. Women reached their sexual maturity around that age. It was just that I had peaked higher than most.’

I look up at him for the first time and see puzzlement on his face. Of course, he has no idea what I’m talking about. I’ve gone too fast, trying to get over the tricky why bit, I’ve missed out the what bit.

‘I got randy, Heath, that was the problem. Not just a bit horny like anyone does. Really randy all the time. My husband couldn’t keep up and that made him feel inadequate, so he backed off a bit, which naturally just made it worse for me. That’s when I started taking lovers, like my friends did. They recommended it. They helped a bit, but they were all busy and middle-aged like my husband, so they could only spare so much time.’

How could someone of his age understand this? Understand the feelings of a woman. I needed to try to explain.

‘I’m not just talking about a fuck here, Heath. I’m talking about being satisfied, completely satisfied. Not just pumped and dumped. You can just wank off if you want to and that gives you relief for a while, but imagine if you couldn’t cum, if you just tried and tried but got no relief. You’re walking around all day with a raging hard-on, unable to concentrate on anything, unable to settle to anything. And at night, kept awake until you are too tired to stay awake any longer and then woken finding yourself rubbing yourself hard in your sleep. Well that was what it’s been like for me, for a decade now.’

I have to be careful now that my little story is getting closer to the present. Take it slowly, make sure I don’t leave any gaps that he can spot. Time to jump the chasm.

‘You came as a godsend. You were able to satisfy me completely. Just imagine how that was for me, Heath. Just imagine. You were young, strong and virile enough. Being young, you didn’t see my constant need as a problem that made men my age feel inadequate. For you, my problem was just your opportunity. And you found me beautiful too, which was a bonus.’

He is still looking down at me, taking in what I say, but is he understanding it? I’m not sure that I would in his place.

‘You think that this has just been about sex for me and it has in a way and I’m not sorry about that. But it has been more. Thanks to you I now feel fulfilled as a woman. You’ve made me feel that. And I’m afraid, terrified that it will stop and that you will move on to someone else.’

How could I have put it more plainly?

‘And I’ll pay any price. Any price at all to keep you, because I truly believe that that is the only way I can keep my sanity. If that means getting other women for you, so be it. Let’s discuss how we can arrange it. If it means having to go through what happened today again, so be it.’

RE: The Trophy - Cougar Girl & Little Rooster

I listen to what you are telling me and although it is quite intense and very personal at least now I have some idea of what has been going through your mind and why you have been doing the things you have been doing and why you have been treating me this way. I had no idea that sex and hormones were so strong in older women it almost seems like I am taking advantage of their weakened or drugged state, I have to think about that as well before I decide to prostitute myself to them but also before I decide to have you pimp me out, I don't like the idea of being that way, I feel I have always been a nice enough type of bloke but maybe I'm not.

"Thanks for telling me all of that, I had no idea, really I didn't, I mean I can get horny but it seems so different to what you experience, as you say I can wank and I feel fine afterwards, it is enough to get rid of that horny feeling, it seems you just always want it, whether it be that desire to be desired or the sex itself or maybe both, but from what you tell me and from what I have noticed, it is never enough sex for you." I take your hand as I speak to you.

"Really though, we don't have to go further with this, you don't have to pimp me out or any of that stuff, I just still thought you had that fantasy as well, but I don't want to cause you any hurt and I don't want to use you, you won't lose me either if you say you would prefer not to do it, and really what happened here today I would prefer never to happen again, that was not what I would want, to be gang raped again, even though most didn't get a turn but you know what I mean, I just want us to be happy together, really I do" I say to you as I put aside my own feelings of male prostitution and being pimped out by a sexy older woman.

"And yes, you are so sexy and every time I see those huge breasts and soft mid section I just get so hard, thank you for opening up to me, I feel like so much has been explained finally now" I add as I take it all in.

"So do you want to get out of here now and get something to eat?" I say with a smile.