The Politician and the Avenger
Date: 12/4/2023,
Categories:
Fiction
Coercion
Discipline,
Male/Female
Author: Jeymar, Source: sexstories.com
The Politician and The Avenger
By Jeymar, March 2018
While driving along the empty street to an important meeting, he saw her leaning against the lamppost. She could not be more than 18 or 19 years old. She was scantily dressed. Under her leather jacket, he could make out her corset, and from her breeches that she wore just above her loins, he saw she was sporting spandex leggings.
He stopped the car and addressed her, asking if she was in trouble.
"No," she replied, "I'm just a girl standing before a stranger, asking to be loved. If you know what I mean."
"I get what you're saying, but my code of honor does not allow me to fool around with scantily dressed young girls. Besides, I do not like picking up and paying prostitutes for sex."
"Hey, Buster, I'm no whore, and didn't I ask you for any money? You look groovy, so I thought we might enjoy each other; I've been so lonely since I left home that I figured we could have some fun. Unless you're happily married and faithful and never cheat on your wife, or is it your boyfriend or husband?"
"Nothing of the sort; I am married for too long, but you look so young; how old are you anyway?"
"I celebrated my 20th birthday a week ago. How old are you? I would say no more than 35, but surely not past 40."
Her declaration made him laugh loudly: "Young lady, I'm well past my 50th birthday. I'm 56 years old. Listen, I can drop you anywhere if you need a lift." He was hoping she was buying his innocent-sounding ...
... scheming pitch.
"Yeah, sure! Can you drop me in front of the hotel on Main Street? I might find a dirty old man there who won't be afraid of sharing a moment of tenderness and make me feel loved."
"Well, hop in, lass. I'll take you there." When she entered the car, he noticed the stirrups on her cowgirl boots. "That's weird apparel you have there on your boots. Aren't they out of place in the city?"
"Tell you the truth. I don't give a fuck about what you or anyone thinks about how I dress. I always like and wear those from morning till night."
After a short drive, they finally got to the hotel. "Here you are, sweetie. Do you have a room here?"
"Pfft, how do you think I could afford a room here? I barely have enough money to last a few days of eating and won't waste it on a hotel room. I'll slip around the back and find a hiding place to sleep tonight."
"I'll tell you what, and please don't be offended; I could get you a room; it would be a pity to see you stranded outside." Now, he was praying that she would accept his offer. Maybe if he could get her to take him up on his offer, she would let him accompany her to her room.]
"Hey, I told you I'm not in this for money or other compensation. You know, you might be one of those dirty older men that my friends warned me about. If you're not about giving and sharing a little love and fun, you best be departed." she had him swallowing line, hook, and sinker. She knew it, but he was still playing hard to get. She ...