She’s in my class and I absolutely can’t stand her, an hour and a half each day of the week in the same room is unbearable. Her commentary is generally piss-poor, her grammar and pronunciation are an atrocity against the language (our class isn’t in English), and every time she opens her mouth I cringe and brace for a stream of contrived drivel that in the end she usually has to repeat in English (making it more intelligible but no more intelligent) because of her poor grasp of the language and lack of the needed prerequisites and determination for our class.
But, the thing is, I have this fantasy. She doesn’t have a good body either, but my current partner is rail-thin and there’s something about this lush, phat ass that I can see straining against her jeans, the way she wears her platform heeled boots, that stirs me.
I can’t stand her and I want to fuck her like I hate her. Rough and deep and hard. I want her to be used and feel used and love every second. So in this little fantasy, that flits across my brain while I’m doing my best to tune out her inane drone, is that one day after class she takes me back into one of the little sound-insulated conference rooms in the back of the library and we lock the door and draw the shades before she tells me that she knows what I want and to do it.
So I do, with gusto, pulling her panties and skirt down in one smooth motion, then sliding my hand slowly up her cream-white thighs, over deep blue arteries and a few small freckles, that I fantasize she got sunbathing at the nude beach, until my hand grazes the lips of her cunt and the slight curl of the neat tuft of pubes between her legs. I stroke her clit and tease the entrance of her cunt until the musky smell of sex fills the room. It’s all a tease though, this is about me after all. When she’s nicely leaned forward, half-collapsed across the conference table from pleasure, I get my first sight of her asshole. My goal is in sight and I can feel my cock throb in anticipation, a little precum dripping from me. It’s not quite time, so for the moment my clothes stay on as our hands work together to pull off her cardigan and shirt. I’m surprised to find her big tits braless, but in my imagination it’s always that way and she moans something about liking to surprise. Now my own clothes slowly fall away, and with a quick thrust my cock pops roughly into her hot, wet, tight, hairy little cunt. I stretch her, plowing deep and slow with no condom. She’s so tight that she quivers a little as I pull back, her left hamstring dancing from the intensity of the feeling as my corona pulls against the walls of her cunt and leaves little drops of precum in her tight channel.
From somewhere I get a little bit of vaseline, and keeping her prostrated over the big conference table my left hand leaves its slow circuit of her clit to spread the fat ass that enticed me in the first place. Her slightly hairy little star is open for the taking. For my taking. A great glob of the petroleum jelly dances over it, melting slightly with the heat (big girls always have hotter holes) of her. There was a sudden contraction and my fingers where in. She wailed and bucked but my hand pressed hard into her ass, through the layer of chub onto the firm muscle beneath, leaving her hips locked to the table. She starts to protest. My fingers only press deeper, and I whisper in her ear that she ASKED me to do what I WANT, to be quieter or someone could hear even through the double-pane glass. She goes limp before pressing her ass up and back to present. The first conquest is complete and she’s giving in completely. Her body language and breathing say that she’s on the edge of an orgasm. To make her hairy cunt quiver around my great cock would be incredible, but it might put ME over the edge and I’m not ready to spill my cum into her.
After pulling roughly out I slap her ass HARD. A thick gob of vaseline coats my tip and then I slam into her half-opened rear cunt. She groans in shock as her denied orgasm turns to pain. The 7.5 inch sword I’ve thrust into her tensed one-way gate is too much. Her eyes roll back softly as gasps escape her wide mouth. She’s deeply uncomfortable, groaning and trying to relax to permit my continued drive. I’ve arrived at pure pleasure; my fantastical nirvana of filthy dominance isn’t far. Unfortunately for her, she’s going to have to accede and plumb the depths of usage for me to achieve it.
It crosses my mind to narrate it to her. Cruel, but I want her to know her pain is my pleasure, that it isn’t for nothing.
“Elaine” I grab her hair, twisting it softly around my hand “Your ass is absolutely incredible. White-Hot, molten-hot, if you were any warmer back there my cock would burn from the heat. Now you’re going to see” a deep thrust makes her buckle slightly, but a firm tug on her hair arranges our position “just what you are to me; just what I want from you.”
“Please, please fuck my cunt! Fuck my pussy instead!” she’s supplicating.
A hard slap on the ass breaks off her moans. “You’re just a little side-piece, somewhere to unload if I’m too full of cum. So I don’t want your cunt. This has to be dirty. Every time you bend over in class or I see your fat ass going up the stairs I want this. Your dirty fat fucking ass spread for me, my rock-hard tool pushing it apart, sliding through this vaseline and flecks of your shit, until you feel me fill you up and take all my fucking cum down your dirty backdoor.”
The orgasm is building, her slight resistance is giving way more and more. She’s starting to push back, big ass parting as she spreads her legs wider. On each stroke my taught balls press against the wet slit in the middle of her bush. It won’t be long. The hard, long, deep, painfully slow strokes will push me completely over the edge soon.
In a fluid move I pull her up, pushing her against the wall. My foot spreads her legs wide and I make the final upward drives towards the bliss waiting for me at the end of all this filth and hate.
It happens and the cum starts to race out of my throbbing, aching, oily, shitty cock into the earth’s-core warmth of her cave. I’m moaning deeply and can barely manage to grunt “this is what you’re good for” into her ear, pulling her hair hard to keep her close enough to here.
Her cunt starts to quiver, and I can feel it along the wall that divides it from her ass-pussy and in the loosened ring of her anus. She’s coming, hard, and to keep her from falling as her legs shake we both press hard against the wall. My hate has shot out into her asshole with my cum. I want to accept her surrendering, quivering, orgasm so with one more thrust and I put two more soft spurts of hot cum into the gooey mess that I’ve made inside her.
It’s done. My hate-fuck fantasy is over, and now I feel nothing for her except a vague desire to use her again. The slight smile under her running mascara and the trail of dirty cum sliding from her loosely closed asshole to the top of her high boots tells me I probably could.
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