This story will be the same concept I used for:
Alphabet girls (Dean Ambrose)
Colour girls (Braun Strowman)
Element girls (AJ Styles)
Deadly sins girls (Drew McIntyre)
Day girls (Baron Corbin)
Season girls (Jeff Hardy)
Month girls (Roman Reigns)
Scandinavian girls (Buddy Murphy)
Egg girls (Seth Rollins)
Sense girls (Finn Balor)
Eye girls (Damian Priest)
Coffee girls (Aleister Black)
Horror movie girls (Randy Orton)
Citrus fruit girls (Elias)
Weather girls (Edge)
Sun girls (The Miz)
Moon girls (Jimmy Uso)
Wine girls (Jey Uso)
Coin girls (Dolph Ziggler)
Cardinal directions girls (Kevin Owens)
Planet girls (Bray Wyatt)
Crow girls (Sheamus)
Transportation girls (Shinsuke Nakamura)
Hot beverage girls (Grayson Waller)
Salt and pepper girls (Corey Graves)
Continent girls (Luke Gallows)
Bell pepper girls (Karl Anderson)
Vowel girls (LA Knight)
Hair girls (Tommaso Ciampa)
Left and right girls (Kofi Kingston)
Up and down girls (Xavier Woods)
Primary color girls (Eddy Thorpe)
Only with rats instead. I know there's several types of rats but there's too many to pick from so I'm going with the two main rats. The black rat and the brown rat. One story/girl per rat. I hope you'll enjoy.
As always, thanks to everyone that reads, follows, favorites and reviews. It means so much to me. You guys make me smile everytime. Thank you so much.
Dexter groaned when he felt someone slide down on him. He was groggy and being pulled out of his sleep. Someone was in his bed, on top of him nonetheless, and that someone had just pulled him out of his sleep.
He opened his eyes and blinked a couple of times until his eyes adjusted to the darkness. The first thing he saw was a giant, black rat tattoo on the back of someone riding him in reversed cowgirl position. He knew her all too well. A curvy woman with short, bleached hair and a pair of chocolate brown eyes.
"Rattie," he sighed.
Rattie was a play on her name. Her real name was Tanita but everyone called her Tattie. He had changed that to Rattie after seeing her tattoo for her first time. That first night he had slept with her willingly, and a few more times after that he had also invited her back home. Since then she took it upon herself to somehow break into his house, and he would wake up with her naked in bed with him. He knew it was wrong. He knew it was a crime. Breaking and entering and on top of it he could claim it was rape. It felt like rape despite never pushing her off or saying no. It was easier that way. She scared the shit out of him. He never knew how she got inside his home but he suspected she somehow had gotten her hands on a key. Somehow she had copied his key without him ever noticing the key going missing for a few hours. It was the only way since there was never any broken or open windows or unlocked doors.
"Enjoy it, loverboy," she said.
He hated that voice. She tried so hard to put on a sexy bedroom voice but it sent chills down his spine in all the wrong ways. He just lied there and watched her bounce on his dick. She was moaning loud enough for the both of them. She either never noticed he wasn't feeling it as much as her, or she simply didn't care.
"Yes! Yes! Yes!" Her voice got louder. "Give it to me, loverboy!"
He never gave anything to her. She took what she wanted just like she was doing in that moment. She came in a loud cry, and he felt her walls squeeze him tight. He knew she wasn't going to stop until she forced him to cum too. He closed his eyes and thought of any sexy woman he could think of and that did the trick as many times before. He came and she finally stopped moving. She got off him and he kept his eyes closed, hoping she would go away. He felt her crawl up the bed, and then she placed a soft kiss on his lips. He hated how soft and sweet those lips always were. A sharp contrast to the evil inside her.
"Did I make you pass out?" She joked.
He couldn't get around not looking at her. He opened his eyes and gave her a tired smile.
"Something like that," he said.
"I love this dick!" She squealed.
She grabbed his dick and gave it a hard enough squeeze for him to groan in pain. She smirked at him and got out of bed. She picked up her dress and put it on. He watched that beautiful, black rat tattoo disappear under the peach colored dress. She turned around and blew him a kiss in the air.
"I'll see you around, loverboy," she said.
He forced a smile which she always took as him agreeing. He never agreed to anything and right now he needed her out of his house. What she didn't know was that she was never going to see him again. He was making a run for it. A week from now he would move to another state to get away from her.
"Don't miss me too much," she said.
"That's not possible," he said.
"Don't be mean," she laughed. "You love me."
Again he forced that same smile that made her delusional enough to fill out the blanks in her head with whatever lies she needed to believe. She let out a giggle and walked out of the bedroom. He listened to her footsteps disappear out of his house and out of his life. She wouldn't know he would be gone until next time she showed up to do her evil business. He could only hope the marine guy who had bought his house would have it in him to do what he could never do to make her stop. He had faith in that giant man who signed the papers for his house to put her straight and make sure she never tried it again with another man.