A Predator Like Me
Copyright© 2026 by Tom Garb
Chapter 2
BDSM Sex Story: Chapter 2 - Neil wasn’t really a rapist. Not like Vivian and her “art.” He was an opportunist who spread pleasure. She came from traumatizing her victims. Vivian was an intriguing woman that Neil had to have, even if it meant reshaping himself in her image – and forcing her to take his cock in her lesbian cunt. She fought him every step of the way to becoming his fucktoy… until she didn’t. Amidst their struggle, each faced a loneliness they’d been trying to ignore, and the solution staring them in the face.
Caution: This BDSM Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Mind Control Heterosexual Fiction MaleDom Humiliation Rough Black Female White Male Oral Sex Foot Fetish
“This photo,” he said, gesturing to a near-life-size black and white print on the wall behind her. “It’s fascinating. Can you tell me about it?”
The photo, an obviously candid shot, showed two naked women in a teenager’s bedroom. The younger one, presumably the room’s occupant, had been caught as she half-rose from her bed, eyes wide, forehead creased, mouth starting to open. Her tits hung below her sloped body, her nipples hard and slightly shiny, as though a lover had just been sucking on them. Her bush was visible between her parted knees, her dark, curly pubes surrounding her wet gash.
To her left, in the foreground, was an older version of her. Where the girl looked surprised and embarrassed, this woman, presumably her mother, looked horrified. The way the light hit her eyes, Neil thought they looked wet, like she was about to cry.
“The bitch on the bed is Eden, and the crying cunt is her mom, Jessa,” Vivian said. “Captured in Eden’s bedroom. I was fucking Jessa for about six months before I took this, and had been enjoying her daughter’s sweet little pussy for the last two. This shot was the culmination of nearly a year of careful planning.”
Neil’s eyebrows rose. He looked from Vivian to the photo and back again. She was smiling widely, and her black eyes sparkled with malicious glee. He’d expected some art-speak about transitional moments and female forms. Instead, she was giving him a story of deception and manipulation that ended with this powerful image of shared humiliation.
“Jessa was so lonely,” Vivian said. “Her husband had left her years ago, and she was starved for affection. It wasn’t hard to convince the imbecile I was in love with her. A few nice dinners, some calculated tokens of feigned affection, and a lot of dirty talk about how much I wanted to eat her pussy. The cunt had only been with a woman one time, in college, but it didn’t take much to get her to spread her legs for me. By our third date I had her naked in my bed. She had a great physique. Firm tits, flat stomach, and a juicy little pussy that got so wet when she was turned on. I made her cum, and the stupid bitch was hooked.”
Vivian casually leaned a shoulder against the wall. Her right hand drifted down to the hem of her dress, and she toyed with the gossamer fabric. Her fingers brushed the inside of her thigh, and the electric blue polish on her nails stood out against her dark skin. She seemed indifferent to Neil’s presence, lost in her own story. She was talking more to herself than to him, but Neil found himself captivated.
“Jessa convinced herself that I was her soulmate,” Vivian continued. “The bitch deluding herself into believing we were building a life together, with eternal fucking love and all that bullshit. The desperate cunt let me into her home, her bed, and, crucially for my brilliantly Machiavellian scheme, into her daughter’s life. I met Eden a month in. The kid was a carbon copy of her mother, a pretty little thing with a great body and a teenager’s desperately needy pussy. The naïve little bitch was always sneaking looks at my tits when she thought I wasn’t paying attention. It never occurred to her that I was deliberately giving her an eyeful to make her little cunt wet so she’d have to retreat to her room and fuck herself with whatever she could find to fill her horny little hole.
“Despite how horny the insatiable little whore was for me, Eden was harder to get into bed,” Vivian said. “I was more than twice her fucking age, and her mom’s girlfriend. The confused little cunt couldn’t quite reconcile my role as a mother figure with her desperate desire to touch my tits and have me make her cum. But I’m persistent. I started spending more and more time at their house and ‘helping’ Jessa with Eden.
“I’d sit on Eden’s bed and help her with her homework. I’d get her to spill intimate details about her fucking pathetic adolescent preoccupations with boys, and girls, and her myriad insecurities. I cultivated the illusion of being the cool adult who understood her.”
She gave a little laugh. “I’d give her little touches. A hand on her knee, a brush of my fingers against hers, leaning across her to point out something in her textbook and ‘accidentally’ pressing my tits against her. I gauged how she reacted, and I pushed her boundaries, little by little. From her knee, up her thigh, until my knuckles were ‘inadvertently’ grazing her fucking leaky cunt through her panties. The first time, she recoiled. The second time, she ignored it. By the tenth time, she was opening her legs for me and pretending she didn’t notice that she was fucking leaking through her panties and soaking my fingers with her pussy juice.”
Neil watched as Vivian’s fingers crept higher, up under her dress, and pressed against her cunt. Her hand was clearly visible through the sheer fabric as she rubbed herself through her panties. He knew, intellectually, that he should be horrified. Vivian was confessing to the calculated seduction and sexual abuse of a mother and her teenage daughter. Instead, he was riveted.
“I needed to seduce the little cunt for the piece to work, but I’ll admit, I also just wanted to fuck her,” Vivian said. “Look at how pretty she is.” She swiped her free hand in a wide arc across the large print, not quite touching the glossy surface. “Teenagers are delectable, aren’t they? Enthusiastic and unsure and wanting so badly for someone else to touch their cunts.
“One evening, while her mom was out, I suggested we take a bath together. ‘Just us girls.’ The little bitch was initially reticent, but I set out some candles and got out the fancy bath salts, and she got excited to have this special, grown-up experience with me. She was shy about getting naked, but she was riveted when I stripped out of my clothes. She stared at my tits, and my cunt, and the little slut was blushing and fidgeting and obviously horny. It became more obvious when she took her clothes off. Her nipples were hard, and her cunt was so fucking wet that her juices were literally smeared across her inner thighs. The little cunt was dripping for me before I even touched her.
“I’d seen her in a bikini, but naked, her body was even better. Big tits like her mom, a flat stomach, and a full, dark bush covering her little pussy. Jessa had raised her to be a bit of a prude, so it threw her off balance when I told her she was a hot little piece with a killer rack and a pretty, fuckable cunt.
“I got in the tub and had the little cunt sit between my legs, her back against my tits. I washed her hair, scrubbed her back, and soaped up her tits. I played with her nipples under the pretense of ‘washing’ them until she was squirming. Then I put my legs over hers and spread them wide, and used my fingers to attack her clit. The little slut came so hard that her whole body was shaking. It was her first orgasm that wasn’t from her own fingers. I turned her around and put my tongue in her mouth, and she kissed me back. Then I had her sit on the edge of the tub and I ate her fucking little teenage pussy until she came again. After that, she was mine, too.”
Vivian was openly masturbating now. Her hand was inside her panties, and the waistband had slipped down to reveal the top of her dark, curly pubic hair. Her fingers worked steadily in her cunt, creating wet sounds that were just barely audible over the murmur of the gallery crowd. She seemed to have forgotten she was in a public place, talking to a complete stranger. Or she just didn’t care. She was getting off on the memory of the women she had preyed upon and the effect her story was having on Neil, and that was all that mattered.
Neil was fascinated. He’d fucked a lot of women with a lot of different kinks and a lot of different attitudes towards sex, but he’d never met a woman so completely uninhibited or so turned on by something so depraved. It was a little disorienting.
Around them, normal art gallery activity continued. A waiter in a crisp white shirt navigated the crowd with a tray of canapés, offering them to patrons with wine glasses in hand who drifted from one curated artistic nude to the next, oblivious to the venomous artist finger fucking herself as she relived her conquests.
Neil lived a life soaked in sex. He’d had women who were horny before he even laid a finger on them, and he’d had women who started out believing that under no circumstances would they let him in their pants. Either way, a handshake or a brush of his fingers across a bare arm, the judicious application of his special ability, and a little patience, and they would drag him into the nearest private space and beg for his cock.
He made women want him.
He used them to get off, and they inevitably ended up with his cum on their face or in their bellies or dripping from their cunts. But he was simply satisfying his appetites, not trying to hurt them. His ability made the pleasure mutual. The women he fucked left the experience happy and satisfied, even if they couldn’t quite explain why they’d done it.
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