Willows Legacy
Part 1: A Use For Men
CONTENT WARNING: Misandry, dubious consent, unprotected sex, mentions of parental neglect and death.
Her footsteps crunch through the leaves as she approaches the small shed on the abandoned property, the only thing bequeathed to her by her recently deceased parents, a miserable pair who spent their entire lives making everyone around them just as miserable, their miserable lives cut short by a plane crash as they headed off to their first vacation in over a decade, probably bickering with each other all the while.
The house they left to Jaqueline's older sister, a big shot lawyer who, last Jaqueline heard, was living her dream life in Bridgeport, meaning she actually has no use for a house in Willowcreek, but nonetheless, they left it to her, and she'd rented it out. Then, just to show they hadn't forgotten the less loved of their two children, they'd left Jaqueline the shed on the empty property next door. Just great.
"Well," she mutters, regarding the rundown little building. "You'll do until I can tear you down and put something else in your place."
Evidently, the people of the sleepy town don't have much to do in their spare time, because it's not long until the neighbours come by to welcome her to the neighbourhood.
They're nothing but polite, the elderly Vivian Lewis making pleasant small talk while her son and daughter-in-law admire the property. However, it's Dennis Kim who really has Jaqueline's attention.
He's looking at her the way a thousand men before him have looked at her, his eyes hungry, his topics of conversation unsubtle bragging about his intelligence and masculinity. He's so desperate for her approval it's downright pathetic, and when the two elders offer her their phone numbers in case she "ever needs anything," she's more than happy to take them, a plan to improve her mood already forming in her mind.
She lets them leave, enjoying the way his eyes rove over in her body, feeling a deep satisfaction, knowing that soon he'll be her toy. She lets him marinate in that feeling for the rest of the day, waiting until evening before she gets ready for the next step of her plan, putting on an outfit which shows off the body Dennis coveted, and also makes it clear what his place will be.
By the time she arrives at the lounge he suggested, he's already waiting for her. As she makes her way over, he's staring, unable to look away, his cock surprisingly able to strain in his slacks as she reaches into her purse and pulls out a bag, handing it to him.
"You will go into the bathroom," she tells him. "You will put this one, and you will wait for me. From now on, you will refer to be only as Mistress. Do I make myself clear?"
The fear in his eyes as he whispers "Yes, mistress," is enough to make her wet, but she orders herself a drink, tempering her eagerness, drinking it down, letting him sweat it out in the bathroom of the lounge alone.
When she finally join Dennis in the bathroom, he jumps, trying to cover himself before he sees who it's only Jacqueline. His hands fall to his side, letting her see him dressed just as she told him. Impatiently, she pulls off her dress and sits down on the lounge's fancy toilet, throwing her panties into a heap as she speads her legs apart. He doesn't need to be told what to do, dropping to his knees and crawling between her legs to service her.
He's not especially talented, and it's evident that during his long, long life, he hasn't done much of this at all. Still, she holds him in place and takes her pleasure where she can, rubbing off against his face before growing frustrated and deciding to switch tactics.
With a barked order, they've switched places, and she takes only a few cursory minutes to suck his cock, making sure it's all the way hard and staying that way before she climbs n top of his skeletal frame and drops her round ass down onto his cock, relishing in the panic in his eyes as he realizes he's inside of her cunt without a condom. Some men say something, but Dennis is too pathetic, a coward who just sits there, stunned and wide-eyed and throbbing as she uses his cock like he's nothing more than a living dildo.
His sizable cock, at least, is enough to bring her pleasure, and she rides him, milking him, until she's cum twice and his cock finally gives up, his shriveled old balls spurting inside of her, coating her walls with his impotent seed.
After that, he, and other men in town like him, become Jacqueline's playthings, at her beck and call, showing up when and where she wants them, serving her with their bodies, little more than playthings to her.
Maybe she should feel bad for using them this way. Maybe she should feel guilty or sorry or embarrassed, but all she feels, every time, is a deep satisfaction, knowing she has shown them the superiority of the female form.
Between work and play, Jacqueline's life becomes a blur of sweat and bodies, each day melding into the next, her late night shifts at lounges and clubs meaning she keeps strange hours, until one day, like a breath of fresh air after being held underwater, everything changes.