Tops and Bottoms 2 by Foxbat  (Mf rough cons)

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Tops and Bottoms 2 by Foxbat  (Mf rough cons)


   About a week after the seeing Mistress at the bar, and several days after recovering from the consequences of that, I was at shooting pool at one of the bars I frequent.  I'd had a few beers (by which I mean 10) and I was on my way to the bathroom, when all of a sudden this girl was standing in front of me.  She had long blond hair let loose, and was wearing leather black fuck-me boots, a short black skirt, a fuzzy gray sweater, and a black satin ribbon tied across her throat.  In my state of inebriation, I was stunned for a moment.

   "So you're my mom's new fuck-toy, pussy-boy?"  She said, a smile transmogrifying her otherwise sweet looking face.

   Fear, rage, and adrenaline mixed in equal proportions.  I grabbed a fist full of fuzzy sweater and smashed her back through the mens' bathroom push door, slamming her up against the urinal divider by the sink.  

   A startled undergrad-type looked up to see what was going on.

   "Hey man!  You can't just - "

   "Get the fuck out of here... now!" I growled, barely under control.  He disappeared.

   By this time, I'd recognized her, but I couldn't figure out how she knew.  I didn't think Mistress would tell her daughter, so maybe the girl had spied?  Either way, I did not need word of my experimentation to get out, nor did I need Mistress to know that I had made contact with someone in her family.  In the confusion and inebriation, all signs pointed to extreme intimidation as the answer to these problems.

   Keeping my grip on the sweater, I slammer her against the divider again before getting right up in her face.  

   "You will never speak to me or about me ever again.  I don't know you, and you don't know me.  Is that understood?"  I whispered, menace and threat dripping off my words.

   "I bet she used her strapon... I bet you liked -"

   I back handed her across the face, cutting her off mid-sentence.  I dragged her back upright by the hair, and held her in front of me by the throat, applying light pressure.  I was not in a mood for mixed messages.

   "I said, am I understood."

   I saw her tongue dart out to taste the blood on her lip.  The lascivious smile returned.  I increased the pressure on her neck.  Her smile widened.  I noticed her arm moving, and realized she was touching herself.  This was really fucked up.

   "Hit me again," she croaked through the choke.  

   I obliged, knocking her with full arm extension, hard.  She spun around, and would have gone down had I not grabbed her by the hair again.  I hauled her back up, she howled against the hand I used to seal her mouth.  When she was upright and again pinned, her tongue reached again out to taste the blood, now trickling down from her nose.  And then she spat it in my face.

   "I'll be quiet if you take me home and fuck me."

   Who the fuck was this girl?  She was every bit as fucked up as her mom, but just in the opposite direction.  I saw her hand had found its way back under her skirt.  I had no idea what to do.  

  I grabbed her by the hair again, and shoved her into the first stall.  My inchoate plan was to fuck her right here, but as I was unzipping, I heard the bathroom door bang open, and a deep voice yell, "If you're fucking in there, you have 30 seconds to get the hell out before cops get here."

   Shit.  I slapped her across the ass as hard as I could.  Fuck.  I wiped my sleeve across her face, trying to get as much of the smeared blood off as I could.  I told her to keep her mouth shut, and pushed her towards the bathroom door.  

   Two huge bouncers were standing there, and I could see my buddies trying hard not to laugh out loud across the bar.  

   "She had a nose bleed," I informed the bouncer, very matter-of-factly.  

   "Well, you can take her to the fucking hospital since you're leaving right the fuck now."  He snarled back.

   "Ok," I said, as I grabbed her upper arm and guided us straight for the door.  Thank god a taxi was idling outside, one bar down.  I shoved her into it, and gave my address.

 * * * 
   
   I did wind up taking her home, and fucking her brains out.  She screamed so I put my hand on her mouth.  She bit it, so I choked her.  If my cock wasn't inside her at any given moment, she ground her hooch against me until I put it back inside.  She flailed around and tried to scratch me so I held her down.  She spat at me so I slapped her.  And when she told me to do her ass, I did. 

   It was awesome.  

   I remember coming in her ass, smothering her face into the pillow, holding one of her arms behind her back, and trying to grab her other arm which was too busy pulling and twisting her own nipples to notice my pursuit of it.  I don't remember anything much after that, as I think I had passed out.




to be continued...



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