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{ASS} HMM, I'D DO HER {Hungry Guy} (MF Mpov oral rough coercion slow)
BY: Hungry Guy (hungry@stoolmail.zzn.com or
hungryguy@literotica.org)
One of the story codes I used is "coercion," but who coerced whom?
Foreword: This is a work of fiction. None of the people in this
story are real. None of these events ever happened. This story is
nothing more than words that came from my imagination. Any
similarity to any real people, places, or events is purely
coincidental.
Operators of erotic story web sites, whether free or fee-based, have
my permission to post my stories for public reading, provided that
credit is given to "Hungry Guy" (hungry@stoolmail.zzn.com or
hungryguy@literotica.org) as the author, and as long as you don't
make changes other than fixing typos. Even beware of fixing typos,
for I occasionally use local slang and dialects that may be flagged
by your spell checker. Thanks.
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Norman had finally given in and bought an X-Box. He bought some
accessories too -- some memory cards, a remote control, the network
adapter to connect to _X-Box Live,_ and an extra controller for when
his friends come over. He also bought a slew games too, such as Big
Mutha Truckers, Madden Football, Metal Gear Solid: Substance, Halo
and Halo 2, Midtown Madness 3, The Italian Job, Spy vs. Spy, State of
Emergency, Simpson's Road Rage, The Sims, Full Spectrum Warrior,
Brute Force, The Hulk, Half Life 2, Cel Damage, BloodRayne, Roller
Coaster Tycoon, BMX XXX, Dead or Alive 3, Mech Assault, and
Morrowind.
With loot in shopping bags snuggled between his feet while he
rested outside _Gamerz World,_ leaning against an ornamental column,
he looked around the mall to determine which of four directions the
food court might be located. Four avenues came together in an
elegant two-story intersection. Second level balconies overlooked
the huge elaborate fountain sunk into the floor before him. It
amazed him that these temples to capitalism put such fantastical
displays of ornamentation so that people like him can buy video games
amidst gregarious displays of wealth and beauty.
The crowd noise combined with different background music emerging
from each store created a din that made it difficult to think. He
couldn't wait to get out of this place and hook up his new toys!
Yet, the crowds that jammed themselves into these places
fascinated him. A fat woman and fat man walked by. Countless women
with babies in strollers, too. Fortunately, an occasional hot babe
could be spotted as well. _Hmm, there's a cute one,_ he thought as
she walked past right in front of him. He stared at her walking away
as her tight little ass wobbled back and forth. Then he saw a tall
well-built black woman with short kinky yellow hair get off an
escalator and walk the other direction. Then he noticed her big
bulky boyfriend right behind her and looked away. Oh, man, a tall
blonde walked out of _Victoria's Secret_ across the way with a little
shopping bag full of unmentionables that would surely make her man
happy tonight. Such tight jeans and bare midriff demanded male
attention. _Oh man! I'd do her in a flash!_ he thought to himself.
Scanning for his next fantasy, he caught the eye of a 200-lb. mother
with two kids in tow. She smiled at him, and he smiled at her, then
each dropped their gaze. Raising his head again a moment later to
look past the fountain in the middle of the wide corridor, he saw, in
the distance, a cute girl with long straight black hair come out of
_Fashion Bug_ on the other side of the fountain. She was dressed
well too, with a white floral blouse and neatly pressed tan slacks
that fit just right. _Hmmm, not bad. I'd do her!_ he thought in
silence.
His heart skipped a beat when she suddenly jolted to a stop,
almost causing the people behind her to crash into her. Curious, he
continued watching her from this safe distance across the fountain.
He watched her walk around the fountain, looking this way and that,
with obvious anger in her eyes. It took her about a minute to walk
through the crowd to his side of the tremendous fountain. She
stopped and put her hand on the brass rail circling the fountain.
From about 30 feet away she looked in his direction as if looking for
someone. _I wonder what's got her tits in a tempest,_ he thought with
a grin.
Suddenly, she glared right at him. Norman swallowed hard when
she approached him. As she came closer, his instinct was to drop his
gaze, but he forced himself to keep eye contact and see how this
played out. After all, he'd never seen this woman before in his
life, what could she possibly want with him?
She walked right up him and stopped. She stood there with her
face less than two inches from his.
"Hi," Norman said, "do I know you?"
"Not bad?" she whispered, though it sounded like a primal scream
to his ears.
"Huh?" Norman spurted.
"You'd _'do'_ me?" she insisted.
"What are you talking about?" he asked her, though he suddenly
felt his face turn red.
"My tits in a temper?" she growled again.
People had started to gawk at the scene of two lovers having a
spat in the middle of the crowd.
"I said 'tempest,' not 'temper'," he said.
"Oh, so you admit it!" she said and slapped him -- hard.
"Ow! Wait!" he urged, "How could you have heard that? From all
the way across the fountain? I didn't even say it -- I just though
it!"
"You shouldn't be thinking such rude thoughts about people!"
"What? Look! I apologize if I offended you, but I have a right
to my private thoughts!"
"Yeah? How'd you like it if I told you that I'd 'do' you?"
"I'd love it!" he answered.
"I don't believe you!" she answered.
"Then don't believe me," he said and began to lean down and grab
his new toys to leave this crazy woman.
She stepped even closer and said, "I bet!"
"What bet?"
"That you'd really be intimate with someone just because they
said they'd 'do' you."
"Yeah, I sure would," he insisted.
"Prove it, you creep!" she demanded.
"How?" he asked her.
"Just come home with me, even though you don't know me, and the
only thing you do know about me is that I can't stand your guts!"
"And do _what_ when we got to your home?"
"You know what, you bastard!" she said.
"You'd fuck me even though you can't stand my guts?" he asked
her.
"I know you won't. Nobody, man or women, no matter how low their
self-esteem, would defile him or her self to be intimate with someone
who hates him."
"I would," he countered.
"Prove it!" she insisted.
"Are you serious?" he asked, just to be sure.
"Yes," she repeated. "Prove it!"
He thought fast, _This is too weird. Should I play along? Or
should I get away from this nut-case and pass up a chance to get
laid?_
"Nut case?" she shrieked.
"What? Oh! How do you do that?" he blurted.
"See? You're backing out already! You must really hate women!"
"I'm not backing out!" he said. "Lead the way!"
"Follow me," she said and turned.
Norman picked up his bundles of new toys and paused as she walked
away.
She stopped after taking a few steps, and turned, "You can't, can
you? You can't debase yourself by going home with someone who
despises you."
"I'm coming," he answered as he caught up with her.
She led the way as they walked side-by-side through the mall,
through Macy's, and out to the parking lot. She led him through the
parking lot to her white Subaru. She pressed her fob and the car
beeped. He hesitated at the passenger door as she got behind the
wheel.
A burst of thought sped through his mind then, _What about my
car? If I spend the night with this kooky woman, will my car still
be here tomorrow? How far does she live from here? Where's she
taking me anyway?_
"She powered down the passenger side window and said, "Yup! This
is where you chicken out!"
Norman snorted, opened the door, and took a seat, setting his
bundles at his feet.
After he latched his seatbelt, he wondered, _If I'm really going
to fuck this bitch later, shouldn't I at least show some physical
interest in her? Put my hand on her leg or something?_
"Don't you dare touch me, creep!" she screamed.
_If I'm such a creep, and she really hates me, why does she keep
cajoling and taunting me to go through with this?_
"You just don't get it, do you? God, men are such jerks!"
_How does she do that?_ he wondered and then decided to just keep
his mind clear of conscious thoughts.
"Good thinking!" she snorted.
It was a long drive. The mall exited onto a wide boulevard. A
mile past the mall, she turned onto the interstate and drove for
about 20 minutes. She turned off the interstate onto a local highway
for several miles. After passing some local strip malls she pulled
into the driveway of an older house with a big sign in the front yard
that announced, "Psychic readings!"
She drove up the paved driveway, past a slightly larger paved
parking area off to the side adjacent to a side entrance, to the back
of the house and parked in a carport attached to a rear deck. He got
out of her car as did she, and he followed her up the stairs into her
house.
He started to wonder what would happen next, but he cleared his
mind again before she could throw another insult at him. "So, I
guess he can learn," she mumbled just loud enough for him to hear.
Once inside the comfortable nicely-furnished home, he set his
packages on her kitchen table and waited. She continued on and
headed upstairs. On the stairs, she paused and asked, "Coming?"
He shrugged, followed her upstairs, and into a bedroom.
She turned and said, "Well?"
"Well, what?" he asked.
"Get naked," she said.
"What?"
"Get naked in front of me."
"What about you?" he asked.
"I know you won't get naked in front of a total stranger who
can't stand the sight of you."
"So you're not going to get naked?" he asked.
"No one in their right mind would let themselves be so vulnerable
as to get naked in front of a total stranger in an unknown place
while the other remains dressed."
"So if I get naked, nothing's going to happen because you won't
be naked."
"If you can get naked in front of me while I'm still dressed,
then I'll get naked too."
Now it was his turn to call her bluff. Norman removed his shirt.
Then he kicked his shoes off and let his jeans fall to his feet. She
giggled as he stood there in his briefs. He swallowed and removed
his briefs as his semi-hard dick spring out.
She pointed and began laughing hysterically "Oh God! Look at
that ridiculous thing! Bwa-haa-haa!"
Normal turned red again and swallowed hard. "Okay, you've had
your laugh. I don't know what you're up to, you fucking bitch! Why
don't you take me back to the mall now?"
"See! You can't go through with it! You showed me your dick,
which is more than I thought you could do, and now you want to run
home."
Norman was stuck for words. He began to form a reply in his
mind, then instantly cleared his mind of thoughts. Careful not to
construct any conscious thoughts, he was, indeed, feeling vulnerable
and embarrassed standing there naked in front of this cruel stranger.
Jeez, here he was naked in her bedroom he didn't even know her name.
"And that's how its going to stay, asshole!" she snorted.
As he stood there in confusion, the nameless woman pulled her
blouse up over her head and draped it neatly over a desk chair. She
then sat on her bed and removed her shoes and socks. She placed them
neatly in a shoetree in her closet.
Facing him, she reached around her back and unsnapped her bra.
Then she slowly removed it and lay the bra over the chair with her
blouse.
Norman felt his erection grow at the sight of her bare chest.
Still, she continued to strip. She unsnapped her slacks and let
them fall to her feet. She stepped out of them, folded them, and
draped them over the chair too.
Norman swallowed yet again as this strange woman stood there
facing him in just panties and pantyhose.
She pulled her pantyhose off, lifting one leg, then the other,
and draped them over the chair.
Finally, she pulled her panties off and threw them in a laundry
hamper in the closet.
Norman didn't feel as vulnerable now that she was naked too, but
he wasn't sure what to do next, given the truly bizarre circumstances
of the encounter.
She sat on the bed and laid back, spreading her arms and legs.
"Go ahead, asshole, make tender love to me!"
His hard-on, at last, grew to full size as he walked over to the
foot of the bed where he looked up between her legs into her hairy
black muff.
He started having second thoughts at this moment. _Is she for
real? She really wants me to fuck her to prove that I can fuck
someone who doesn't like me? Now nuts is that?_
She leaned up on her shoulders and screamed, "See! You can't do
it! You can't get intimate with someone who loathes, detests, and
abhors you! It's just not possible no mater who you are!"
Norman had had enough. He jumped onto the bed between her legs
and slammed his chest onto hers, forcing a gust of breath out of her
chest as her back slammed back down on the bed under him
"Hey!" she screamed.
He reached down to feel her pussy to see how wet it was, but it
felt like soft dry rubber.
"I'll never be able to fuck that dry hole!" he said.
"Of course you won't! Quitter!"
He started to crawl over her.
"Ow! Hey!" she screamed as he crawled on her body, his knees
pressing first into her kidneys and then into her chest as he crawled
around in a circle on top of her. "Ow! Shit! You're hurting me
mother fucker!"
With her head between his knees and facing her crotch, he dropped
his body onto hers once again. He lifted his hips up while his chest
pressed down on her belly.
"Hey! Stop!" she screamed. "This is rape! Stop! Stop!"
He ignored her cries and grabbed his cock in one hand, and
pinched her jaw open with his other hand. He then slammed his hips
down hard.
He felt his cock jam itself down her throat as she flailed her
arms wildly. He lifted his chest up on his palms so that the bulk of
his weight was bearing down on her jaw by his crotch.
He slowly rocked back and forth causing his cock to slide
slightly up and down her throat. He could feel her throat muscles
pinching his cock-head from her involuntary gag reflex. He continued
rocking back and forth and could feel the pressure build in his loins
as his climax drew near. She was slapping his back with her hands
and her body started bucking, but this only accelerated his tension.
In a moment, here it comes! Here is comes!
He came and began pumping wad after wad of cum down her throat
while her body bucked wildly. He felt like he was fucking a bucking
bronco as he continued to cum in a steady beat, spurt after spurt,
after spurt.
Finally spent, his cock lost some of its hardness. So he lowered
his face into her crotch and started licking the seam where her legs
joined her pelvis. He licked up, then across her muff, getting a
mouthful of muff hair, and then down again. Then he slid his tongue
between her hairy cunt-lips. He licked up over her clit and back
down again, sticking his tongue into her love hole.
He licked up over her clit and then drew little circles around
her clit with his tongue. Each time he made a little circle around
her clit, he stopped briefly at the base of her clit and dug his
tongue into her urethra opening there.
"Oh God!" she screamed when he did that the first time.
He continued doing that as she screamed, "Oh yes! Oh God!" every
time he teased her urethra opening with his tongue.
He then licked back down to her pussy hole and fucked her with
his tongue a little.
"Go back! Please! Go back to my clit!" she begged.
Noticing that "Rape! Rape!" suddenly changed to "Lick my clit!
Please lick my clit!" he returned to her clit and flicked it with his
tongue and bore his tongue gently into her urethra opening again.
Then forming a small circle with his lips, he sucked on her clit,
gently drawing the nub into his mouth. He slowly sucked with greater
and greater force, sucking her clit deep into his mouth, stretching
the skin of her cunt with it.
"Oh God! Oh God! Don't stop that! Don't ever stop doing that!"
she screamed into his cock.
Her body started bucking again a moment later. Unlike her
bucking from gagging and suffocating before, she was screaming, "Keep
doing that! Don't stop! Please don't stop!"
He sucked the nib of her clit into his mouth with as much force
as his lungs could produce as her body thrashed and bounced.
Finally, she fell flat on her back panting. But Norman wasn't
about to let that soaked but un-fucked pussy go to waste.
He crawled around her once again, only kneeling and stepping on
the bed rather than on her body. Facing her, he placed his legs
between hers and lowered his body onto hers.
He noticed that his cock had gone hard again from playing her
clit with his mouth.
Had he not been struggling to keep his mind clear of conscious
thought, he might have stopped to consider protection, but that
thought never got a chance to be thunk.
He observed the blank emotionless expression on her face for a
moment before he slid himself into her soaking pussy drawing a gasp
from her lips.
Once again, he began pumping her. He slammed his hips into hers
over and over again.
It took him somewhat longer to come a second time, as it always
does. By the time he had built the pressure back up in his loins,
she had begun to moan, "Oh yes! Oh yes!"
Here it comes again! Here it comes! And he exploded into her
cunt. At the same time, her body began to buck and writhe under him.
He pumped wad after wad deep into her cunt and finally fell on
top of her with a sigh, letting his head fall next to hers on her
shoulder.
"Wow!" she said.
He just answered, "Mmmmm," and cradled her head in his hands.
He waited a minute or so for further reaction, then climbed off
her, and picked up his clothes.
"I guess I should go now. Can you drive me back to my car at the
mall?" he asked with his back to her.
"Alice," she answered.
"Does that mean 'yes' or 'no'?" he asked.
"That's my name," she said from behind him.
Norman turned around and looked at her smiling at him. "I'm
Norman," he said.
"I know," she said. "I'll take you back if you want to leave,
Norman, but you'll miss out on a really good homemade breakfast."
Norman thought, _Hmm, I haven't hadn't had homemade pancakes...
Wait, strawberry pancakes? Great! And maple syrup. And bacon...
Canadian Bacon? Really? Never had that. And orange juice since I
moved away from home last year. Maybe she can be nice after all. I
guess I'll stay and see how this plays out._
_Good thinking!_ popped into his mind, and he dropped his
clothes. He climbed back into bed with Alice. They each put their
arms around the other and kissed for the first time.
- END -
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