heckler
PAIRING: (dark) TED GARCIA x (son's gf) READER LENGTH: 2150 WORDS | GIRTH: 😬 WARNINGS: 18+ heavy degradation, pet names, crude language, masturbation, object insertion, fisting, no aftercare NOTES: Dedicated to @iamasaddie ily friend 🖤you are not dating Eric. It's a different son. happy kinktober | masterlist
part 2 here
“Cut the shit, sweetheart,” the mayor had discreetly warned you at a neighborhood barbecue.
“What shit?” You asked innocently.
“Yeah, what shit?” he mocked you as he walked away.
He was tired of you heckling him at his speeches, protesting outside his office with your little friends, and talking shit about him online. But you couldn't get enough of the dark look he’d shoot you any time you showed up. More than once, you caught him checking you out.
Sexual tension was at the root of it from your perspective: The two of you wanted each other so bad, but he was off limits, and so were you. You were left with this game of cat and mouse where you'd both go home and touch yourselves thinking about how bad you wanted each other.
Or at least, that's how you saw things.
To the Mayor. you were truly a pain in the ass. Before you started dating his son, he'd never taken notice of you as an individual, but he did know and loathe your group of friends. As it turned out, you were one of the worst. You were a spoiled little brat who liked to talk like she knew how the world worked. Like she was an authority on everything. You'd never worked a day in your life. He couldn't stand you.
With time, your antics took on a flirtatious undertone. A wink at him from the crowd while you held your middle finger up. Dressing like a hooker at your dumb little protests. Walking around his house in nothing but a t-shirt and panties. You must have thought it was so cute. Ted thought it was gross that you fucked his dumbass son. The way you made eyes at Ted gave him second hand embarrassment for you, although he would be lying if he claimed he hadn’t thought about fucking your brains out.
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It all came to a head one night when your boyfriend had passed out drunk, Ted was up late watching cinemax, and you decided to make your move.
The mayor was exhausted from the campaign trail. Too tired to even jack off. He was lazily palming himself over his sweatpants watching softcore porn, and he got thirsty.
You slinked down the stairs just in time to catch him standing up with a deep stretch, and his visible erection made you twitch. You padded over to the kitchen in a t-shirt and panties and watched him get a beer out of the fridge. He pretended not to notice you, then after he opened the bottle he shot you a glare and walked right past you without even a glance to your tits.
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You joined him on the sofa, where he’d been sitting for an hour or two from the looks of the empty bottles crowding the end table. He looked weary. Maybe drunk. “Need somethin’?” he asked.
“Yeah,” you said.
He looked at you like you were dumb. “Okay, what?”
“Your son’s asleep,” you hinted.
“Good for him,” Ted deadpanned, not taking the bait.
You got closer to him on the sofa, and his face darkened as you reached for his sweatpants. You grabbed his thigh and a smirk spread across one side of his face. He took a sip of beer, put it down, then stretched his arm over the back of the sofa to watch you. Amusement played on his eyes as you slid your hand up his thigh, toward his groin.
He raised his eyebrows and glance down at himself, daring you to go for it.
And you did. You slid your hand onto the hard shape in his sweatpants and your pussy clenched. He let you massage his cock for a few seconds. Then, when it twitched under your palm, he snatched your wrist.
“I thought I told you to cut the shit,” he said.
Your heart skipped a beat. “Sorry,” you whispered.
“Had enough of your games,” Ted said, and leaned toward you, then threw your wrist away. His presence darkened.
“It’s not a game,” you protested.
“Not a game,” he chuckled.
“I mean I really want-” you reached for his crotch again.
“Oh, I know ya do,” he laughed, taking your wrist again. “You think that’s what I want?” He placed your hand in your own lap and left it there.
“I’m not gonna tell anyone,” you promised.
“Honey,” he chuckled as he got out of your space. He was so condescending. “Oh, wow,” he remarked to himself in apparent disbelief that you really thought this was going to happen.
“Alright, prove it,” he said.
“I was…” you protested.
His voice darkened, “No. That’s not how this works.”
Your heart raced with excitement as his eyes traveled down your body.
He lowered his volume and raised his eyebrows. “This is your last chance to go back upstairs.”
You bit your lip and stayed right where you were.
He took a sip of beer, then held it against his thigh as he turned to face you, like he was settling in as part of an audience..
“Show me your dirty snatch,” he commanded. The crudeness made your cheeks burn.
You stood up and obediently began to lift your t-shirt.
“I said your snatch,” he corrected you.
Miffed that he didn’t want to see your tits as well, you quickly stepped out of your panties, then lifted your t-shirt just enough so he could see your mound.
He studied between your thighs for a moment, then nodded toward the sofa for you to sit back down. He adjusted himself, then said, “Go on, lay back, spread your legs. Let’s see that sloppy gash.”
You put a cushion behind your head, dropped one leg off the sofa, and lifted your other knee up. The air on your cunt was sobering.
His brows knitted, and he squinted at your cunt. He took a sip of beer. “Spread her for me,” he commanded.
You reached down with one hand, and he said, “both hands.”
You spread your pussy lips wide open for him, and he let out a low whistle.
“Did my son do that to you?” he asked.
Your face felt like it was on fire. “Do what to me?” you asked, glancing down as if you could see yourself.
He looked at your face for a moment, then said, “Uh. Nothin’, sweetheart.”
You awaited his next instruction.
He finished his beer, then looked at the empty bottle in his hand, and a pit formed in your stomach.
He looked at the bottle then at your cunt. “Rub your clit,” he said.
You gathered slick from your drooling hole, then began to rub yourself slowly.
He palmed his arousal, watching you touch yourself, then he got situated for what he was about to do. He laid one massive hand on your bare knee, making your belly buzz with arousal. Then he brought the beer bottle between your legs.
When you took your hand away, he shot you a look. “Did I say stop? Tilt your hips for me.”
You tilted your hips to give him better access, then began to rub yourself again.
“I know you touch yourself better than that when you think about me, sweetheart,” he taunted as he brought the lip of the bottle to your cunt. You rubbed yourself faster and he teased your entrance with the smooth glass, then used it to nudge your pussy lips apart again.
“Shouldn’t take long,” he murmured, then pushed the glass bottle into you, sliding the whole neck in. The cool glass in your cunt made you tingle all over. He paused with the neck of the bottle all the way in your cunt and asked, “Really thought I’d stick my dick in this, huh?”
You bit your lip and with your face hot, you kept rubbing yourself. You glanced at his pants and were satisfied to see he was even stiffer.
He pushed further, and as the neck of the bottle broadened into its full girth, your body put up some resistance.
Ted wore a look of concentration as backed up the bottle by an inch, then twisted it as he pushed it back into you, and then some. “Deep breath,” he said. “Keep rubbin’.”
The hand on your knee slid down to your thigh, giving himself leverage. He lowered his face for a closer view as he pushed the bottle into you, spreading you open. His lips parted as your cunt swallowed the first inch of the bottle’s body. “Breathe,” he glanced up with the reminder, then smiled at your cunt. His eyebrows raised as he pushed further. The burn made you tense. “Rub her through it, c’mon,” he whispered, and you rubbed yourself, getting close to edging territory.
He gave the bottle a slow twist, pushing more of it in, until the lip met your cervix. There was just enough of the bottle left outside your cunt for him to have a good grip on it. He twisted the bottle and slowly fucked you with it. “Mm,” he grunted. “Yeah, just like that.” He watched your face overcome with arousal as you worked your fingers, and he fucked you with the bottle.
“Way too easy,” he mumbled as he slid the glass in and out of you. As you got close to coming, your thighs began to shake, and he slid the bottle out of you. He used your shirt to dry the neck of the bottle, Then let out a low whistle as he looked at your gaping pussy.
He squeezed his cock through his sweatpants, and for a moment, you hoped he was about to put it in you, but instead he brought the fat end of the bottle to your cunt and pushed it right in with a low chuckle. He wrapped his hand around the neck and hovered over you. You looked at the tent in his pants, and he braced his free hand under your arm, then fucked you with the bottle, with his hand meeting your pussy lips each time the bottle disappeared into your cunt. “Come on,” he encouraged you.
You closed your eyes and rubbed yourself with your cunt spread wide around the bottle.
“That’s it,” he cooed as your face twisted. Then, just as you began to cum, he slid the bottle out of you, and pushed three fat fingers into your cunt. You clenched around them, and he watched your face. “Uh-huh,” he hooked his fingers as your cunt hugged them. “There ya go.”
You whined as you finished coming, and your hips lifted into his hand.
As your cunt relaxed around his fingers, you kept your eyes closed in embarrassment, then felt him cluster his fingers together and add his pinky. Your eyes fluttered open to see him pushing four big fingers into you, biting his lip. “God, you’re wet,” he murmured. He pushed his four fingers as far as they could go, pushing past his knuckles with only slight resistance. “Hm,” he observed. His face came to your cunt, but all he did was suck his thumb, getting it wet with his four fingers knuckle deep in your cunt. A curl fell onto his forehead. Then he squeezed his thumb in with his four fingers, and said, “Deep breath,” and glanced up at you.
You took a deep breath and your spine arched, and he pushed his hand in. “Again,” he commanded, and you took a deep breath. “Exhale,” he said.
As you exhaled, he pushed his full hand into you, making your walls stretch thin. “Fuck,” he whispered. He began to fuck you slowly with his hand, then said, “I’ll be honest, honey, I took you for a real uptight bitch.” His face betrayed him if he was trying to look in control. The sight of his hand swallowed up in your cunt was driving him crazy. “That’s uh.. Not the case, is it,” he chuckled.
Deep in your cunt, his hand pushed your walls outward as he formed a true fist. “Oh, sweetheart,” he murmured. “Should’ve known… I mean, you’ve got such a big mouth.” He twisted his fist, and watched his wrist disappear into your cunt. He withdrew his hand just to watch you stretch over his knuckles again, then he pushed back in. “Oh, yeah,” he whispered. He fucked you with his fist in silence, except for the squelching of your arousal. Then he said, “Here’s what you’re gonna do.”
“What?” you asked.
“You’re gonna go upstairs and fuck my son,” he instructed.
You looked at him, confused.
“And I want you to remember the look on his face when he can’t feel shit,” Ted said. “If it’s real bad, ask him what’s wrong,” Ted said. “Maybe he’ll think his dick shrank,” he mused with a smile to himself. Then he pulled his fist out of you.
You were looking at him like you couldn’t tell if he was serious.
“Oh, you wanna see,” he said to himself. He got his phone off the end table, took a picture of your gaping cunt, then showed it to you. “Now, go.”
As you gathered yourself together and slowly walked off, in a daze, he turned the porn back on and took his dick out, then looked at his shiny fist before wrapping his dripping wet hand around his cock.
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EDIT: PART 2 where you fuck his (non-canon) son