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Me vs. The Bitch (MF, oral, anal, revenge)
by Bryen193@aol.com
Date: 5/6/00
Comments to Bryen193@aol.com
Me vs. The Bitch
So here I am. Another hotel. Another hotel bar. Another series of numbers
gliding their merry way across the LCD screen of my notebook computer.
Business trips are a bitch, but at least this one took me to New York City, a
place that I love. Midtown Manhattan, where the richest of the rich somehow
manage to exist along side the lowliest street people. Something always
happens in New York. Not necessarily to me though --
I sat in the bar, just waiting and watching New York City go by. Just
passing time until it was time to go to bed. No late night, or party, or
club for me tonight, since my alert and upright presence was required at
precisely 8am the next morning for business. Now tomorrow, that's another
story.
Across the busy and bustling room, I saw a woman walk in, bellboy in tow
rolling her luggage along. Long black hair, tight body, smart black
minidress/uniform, tan legs accented by strappy heeled shoes. You see her
and countless like her rolling their little luggage contraptions through
airports all the time. Flight attendant. Or as Andrew Dice-Clay likes to
call them, "Flying whores", or something like that. This one was way above
average. Incredible big doe eyes and full lips. She gestured insolently at
the bellhop and dismissed him. No tip, I noticed. What a bitch.
"Wanna buy a rose?"
I was startled from my observance of the woman by a another woman, this one
dressed in rags, weatherbeaten, elderly. My waiter was at the table like a
shot, telling the woman to get out. Stop bothering the customers. You can't
be in here.
"Wait a minute, how much for a rose lady?" For some reason I felt compelled
to buy one.
"Five dollars mister."
I got my rose, the old woman got shown the door. In the meanwhile, across
the room, one of the waitresses left miss flight attendant's table, a little
tear rolling down her cute teenaged cheek. I chuckled to myself. Welcome to
New York honey.
On my way out the door, God knows why, I stopped short and presented my rose
to the flight attendant, who was nursing a glass of red wine, clearly not the
vintage she was desiring. "You're very beautiful, but maybe you might want
to give the staff a break. You'll get better service.
She took my rose, looked calmly at me, eyes afire, bit off its innocent
little rose head, spit it out, looked right into my eyes and said "fuck off"
in the most delicious Spanish tinged accent. I shook my head and walked
away. As I hit the door, the words "what a bitch" crossed lips for the
second time in one day.
I went for a short walk outside, enjoying the sights and sounds of Midtown,
and I'm not ashamed to admit, replaying in my mind the vision of a beautiful
woman shooting down my polite gesture. A guess I'm a masochist at heart. I
made my way back to my room.
While fumbling at my door lock, I noticed her down the hall, rolling her
little whore luggage bag towards her door. I guess she couldn't find a
bellhop to help her, no surprise. I chuckle to myself for the second time
today as I saw that her keycard was failing to open her door, and she was
having what looked like a little tantrum. She even pounded the door a few
times. Finally she noticed me, about a hundred feet down the long hall,
watching her. And she started to walk towards me. I silently relished the
fact that she was coming all the way down the hall to ask me for help. She
walked silently, looking absolutely stunning. She just kept walking until
she was right in front of me, right in my face.
"Quitter", she said. So much for my "asking for help" theory.
"What?"
"You are a quitter, a loser." Her accent could melt an iceberg.
"Look lady, I don't know you, and I don't know what you're talking about.
Now if you'll excuse me --"
"Stupid Americans, you want to fuck somebody, but you go away like a little
dog, tail between legs."
"I was just being polite, I can take no for an answer."
"American men are such wimps, they don't know how to make love, to please a
woman. I don't have time for them."
"Well I could prove you wrong, but you're such a bitch, you'd never give me
the chance." I opened my door and stepped in. "So you can come in, or go
back to your room"
"I can't even get in the fucking room! Let me in --I'll prove that you are a
quitter, that you can't please me."
Crazy me, I let her in and closed the door.
"Listen to me", she said. "I will give you one chance --If you displease me, I
leave. If you cum too soon, I leave --I like the looks of you, but to me you
are just another little boy. Don't disappoint me, little boy."
Now this type of thing is not ordinarily for me at all, but my dick was
betraying me. I just could not wait to get my hands on this woman, whatever
way possible. I figured what could be the harm in letting her have her way.
For a while --
So I found myself locked in a feverish kiss with one of the hottest women
that I had ever seen, much less kissed. She was making my knees weak just
from tongueplay. I made the mistake of sliding my right hand down to her
perfect leg, and she abruptly broke off the kiss.
"Listen", she hissed, "you do not touch me unless I say so. Do you
understand?"
I nodded.
"Good. You may call me Vivienne. I will call you stupid American boy. Is
that ok with you?". Sounded like a threat.
I nodded.
"Now stupid American boy, I will show you what, if you are good enough, you
may be able to have."
She began to show me her body. Teasing like a bitch. She turned around.
Bent and lifted her shirt. Showed me her thong-pantied ass, perfectly tan,
with no lines. Turned around. Teased her nipples to attention. Her tits
were small, high. She closed her button down uniform shirt. Pulled up her
shirt again to reveal her perfectly shaved slit. I was outwardly calm, but
inside foaming at the mouth.
"Do you like this body, stupid American boy.?"
"Yes."
"Say, YES VIVIENNE.", She hissed again.
"Yes, Vivienne"
She laughed. She was making a fool out of me. She went to her bag, and took
out a long thin leather strap which she used to bind my hands together behind
my back so that I could not touch or fondle her in any way.
"Now stupid American boy, lets see if you can please me. Lick my ass."
She bent over a chair and opened her perfect ass for me, which I hungrily
went to work on. For the next half-hour, my tongue got the workout of its
life. I licked her ass, ate her cunt, sucked her perfectly manicured fingers
and fingers and toes, and kissed her mouth so deeply that I thought my tongue
would emerge from the other side of her head. All the while she kept up a
stream of humiliating profanity in that incredible accent. She called me a
loser, her slave, her property, her little boy. My hands were never allowed
to move or touch her in any way, but I could tell she was heating up. She
wouldn't cum though. The bitch stopped short of giving me that satisfaction.
She pushed me down on the bed, onto my back and climbed on top of me.
Everyone has heard of the expression "sit on my face", but in all my years of
having sex with women, I've never actually had it happen to me. Until
Vivienne. She squatted over me and pushed her wet cunt down on my head,
pinning me to the bed. She grinded her slit up and down, literally rubbing
it all over my mouth, nose and chin.
"suck my clit boy --yes that's right --don't move your head --just your
tongue --stay there --keep going --"
Little did I know at the time that Vivienne's body was beginning to betray
her. She started to orgasm. I know in her mind she wanted to stop, to take
a break and regain her composure, but she didn't. If she was going to cum
however, she was going to humiliate me in the process. She writhed and
grinded into my face and at the climactic moment, let loose a flood of
girl-cum or urine, I'm not sure which, completely soaking my face and hair.
Screaming "take it boy --don't move --stay right there --eat my cum --"
This was a first for me. I had heard of women who had orgasms in this
fashion, but had never experienced it first hand.
I must admit that in some way, submitting to this treatment by such a
gorgeous, hot thing, was an incredible turn-on. When she was through
grinding her cunt into my face, I thought I might at least receive some small
measure of thanks. Instead I got a slap in the face.
"Fucker. You think you are worthy because you made me cum --.Ha! I made myself
cum".
She was lying.
"Take down you pants little boy, I want to see if you could possibly satisfy
me any further"
Boy did I have a surprise for her. It quickly turned into a surprise for me,
since she maintained her cool demeanor at a time when most of the women I've
fucked show that arousing mix of lust and fear-tinged awe.
"You have a nice cock stupid American boy, maybe I'll let you put it inside,
if you don't quit in five minutes."
She knelt and teased by dick with her tongue. Licked it up and down, and
sucked the bloated head lightly. She was incredible, and I didn't see how I
could last very long. She pumped the shaft hard while trying to destroying
my pride, hissing about how I was about to cum and disappoint her, about how
I should be paying to have a woman like her in my prescence. I struggled but
I didn't quit. Finally she stopped.
"You can fuck me now, slave. " She laid back on the bed, and I approached
her.
"What the fuck are you doing stupid boy?"
"Um --you said I could --"
"Put a condom on! I don't want to catch any of your stupid American
diseases."
Uh oh --
"You don't even have one, do you? I'm not surprised. A stupid boy like you
should be expecting to have sex anyway." The bitch got a condom out of her
little whore carryon bag.
So we fucked. She directed me on to my back on the bed, rolled a condom on
to my dick, and hopped on. She rode me, writhing, screaming, swearing. She
was in-fucking- credibly hot and bothered. As we fucked, I got bolder,
grabbing her ass, pinching her nipples, and lo and behold she didn't stop my
this time. Her perfect little thighs began to quake oragasm, and I knew I
finally had her. It was worth the wait. Her body was betraying her again.
Her voice was like music to my ears:
"Shit --omigod, you're making me come --shit --.big fucking cock --fucking slave
bastard --MY GOD --." And of course then lots of half words and stuff no human
being could understand. I pulled out and though her aside. Her cunt was
pulsing, actually opening and closing like a little mouth.
"Holy shit that was good --"
"Yes my bitch and your evening is just beginning."
She looked slightly shocked as I stared her down while I slowly removed the
condom. There was a tense moment as I thought she might bail out and leave.
Then she simply lowered her eyes and dropped to her knees on the floor at the
foot of the bed.
Post orgasm, the change in her demeanor was drastic. I stood up and grabbed
her by the hair and pulled her perfect mouth to my dick. "Now you'll suck
cock my way." She uttered not a whimper of protest and went to work. Being
such a beautiful bitch as she was, I though that this was probably the first
time she'd had a nine inch cock lodged deep in her throat, the first time
she'd had her cover girl face dick-slapped. In a way, I was probably taking
her virginity. She was a magnificant little whore though, licking my balls
and cock on demand, drooling and spitting like a faucet while I fucked her
mouth. All throughout, the gazed up into my eyes with a look that told me it
was her absolute pleasure to serve. What a change.
"Let's see what else you have in your little bag. my dear" Rummaging though
I found a nice large vibrating dildo that I used on her to great effect. Now
that she had her first two orgasms of the evening, subsequently they came
easily. And while she was cumming, she just couldn't seem to resist any bit
of nastiness I has in store for her. It was particularly gratifying, when
she screamed and creamed around the dildo while on her knees, ass in the air,
while I worked two fingers into her amazingly tight asshole.
By this time I was so aroused that there was no going back. I had turned
into one mean vindictive guy. I placed her on her knees, ass in the air, .
And she knew I was about to open her ass like she had never experienced. It
turned out ok, since quickly the "no --please don't make me --.it's too big"'s,
turned into "make me --force it in --fuck it"'s. I stood and drove my cock into
her amazing ass from behind while crouched over her body, forcing her head
down into the hotel's plush carpeting.
I picked her up and carried her to a chair where I sat down and promptly
spiked her ass on my dick, which by this time was swolled large beyond even
my usual size. With her marvelous face and tits right in front of me, I
pinned her arms behind her back and bounced her up and down, a little deeper
each time. She had absolutely no control anymore. She never said stop
though and this to me was very gratifying. Even more gratifying were the
apologies. That's right, I made her apologize for calling me names,
apologize for making me wear a condom. The words "I'm sorry" were a large
part of the next hour or so while she took my cock from ever conceivable
angle. The only thing that stopped the festivities was a knock at the door.
"Room Service"
I had forgotten that I had ordered a bottle of wine to be delivered at 11pm.
My little drink before bedtime. I opened the door and recognized the bellhop
as the same one who had been carrying Vivienne's luggage earlier.
"Here you go sir, one bottle of red"
"Thanks a lot", He waited for a tip --
"Say there, I have a nice tip for you but it's not money."
"Sir?"
What you're probably thinking is indeed correct. Vivienne, at my insistence,
gave the young man the tip of his life with her perfect lips, while I
stroked that large vibrating dildo in and out of her little asshole. I made
sure she took his load all over her pretty face, while at the same time I
rubbed her clit to a tremendous squirting orgasm. The bellhop was very happy
with his tip.
Poor Vivienne looked exhausted. "Poor little slut, lets get you cleaned up".
I took her to the bathroom and turned on the shower. I got in with her and
took her one more time in her perfect ass, while holding her face up to the
streaming water. She came again and again. Finally Vivienne had enough.
Vivienne quit. Vivienne said "Please no more"
"But my dear, I haven't cum yet, slut."
"Please cum --on me --all over me."
Being the generous sort, I obliged. Everything that had been building up
inside me for the last two hours came rocketing out, soaking Vivienne's
perfect face, hair and tits. She never flinched never dodged only stared up
at me like there was nothing else that mattered. Once more I forced my
almost spent cock deep into her throat and held it there for what felt like
minutes, while her eyes bugged and strained.
"Good girl --good bitch", I said while I rubbed her soaked face with my dick,
lightly slapping her tongue, cheeks and forehead.
"I try to be good --", she whispered and whimpered in that incredibly sexy
accent.
So that's how I met Vivienne. The perfect body. The perfect girl. We fell
in love and married, her as my slave, I as her master.
Actually that last part is not true. She was just too much of a bitch. What
I actually did was throw her naked, cum covered ass out the door so she could
go find somebody to open her hotel room door. Hope he had fun too.