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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 tuck-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 many 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
dragger 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 grabber 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 grabber 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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I think there might be one more part here.  Love to hear what people
think at foxbat00@gmail.com.

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