Punch me [MF][violent][fictional]

*I often write stories about real events that I have experienced in my life. This time the story is fictional. It is however based on a fantasy that involves a real person, a new friend I made on Reddit* u/NoFace533 *. She served as my muse and my inspiration. I hope that she and you enjoy it.*

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I hate traveling, I really do. I was born in a suburb of a big city and everything I needed was near by. I went to school nearby and I found a job nearby. I wasn’t until I got promoted at work and had to go to Dallas, Texas for training that I ever had to get on a plane for the first time. It’s not that I am scared of flying or anything like that. I just don’t like being in an unfamiliar place. I know my way from my apartment to my job and back. Every friday, I usually stop by the grocery store and do my shopping for the following week. I am a creature of routine I guess.

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This weak was a break from the routine. I had to go to Minneapolis, Minnesota to meet a client and try to negotiate a contract. It was planned to be a 2 day trip: one day for the negotiation, and one day for the lawyer to write up the contract and for it to be approved and signed by all parties involved and then back home. However, a glitch in the software that we sell made the buyer hesitant so I had to stay 3 extra days to ensure a seamless transition from their old software. This meant I had to stay the weekend.

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I planned to stay in my hotel room all weekend. It was snowing outside, not a blizzard or anything, but enough that it made me even more fearful of going outside. Especially considering I hadn’t packed for it. I watched TV and then fell asleep friday night. Saturday I woke up, had dinner in the hotel and came back to my room. The snow had stopped but the wind had been blowing strong. I could hear it outside against the walls of the hotel. I watched more TV and then I got bored. I looked for “attractions nearby” on my phone as if I was really entertaining the idea of leaving the hotel, I wasn’t. It was 11:30 am in the afternoon at that point, too early to start drinking. I started looking at porn on my phone out of boredom. I started edging and talking to couple of guys online. Before I knew it, it was 2:30 and I decided to take a break. I ordered a pizza and had a few slices then I felt sleepy and then slowly dozed off.

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When I re-opened my eyes it was almost 8:00 pm. “Fuck” i groaned as I rolled over in bed. I grabbed my phone, as if I was expecting someone to call or text. Nothing. I grabbed another slice of pizza then started to edge a little more. This time I kept edging till 10:00. Time to take a break again. Not early to start drinking now. I put on my khaki pants and a collared shirt and went down to the hotel bar. It was not empty. A few people were grouped in 2’s and 3’s here and there and they were talking to each other. I sat at the bar and ordered a jack and coke and pulled out my phone and started to play with it. Then another jack and coke.

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Twenty mins later, I noticed her. The guy sitting to my right had gotten up and left and she was to his right. Curly brown hair with yellow highlights, round face, glasses, a voluptuous heaving bosom that stood out as I noticed her from the side. She was wearing a skirt a red top that hugged her full figure and a black skirt that barely reached her knees and was already riding up as she sat at the bar stool. With that she had high heels that wrapped around her legs with a string half way up her calf and her toes were painted red and peaking through the front of her high heels. She was really dressed up for a special occasion. I had been staring for a while now unintentionally. When I looked up to see her face, she was facing me. She had noticed me looking and was clearly not happy.

“Can I help you?” She growled.

” I am sorry.” I said. “Check” to the waiter. I had embarrassed myself. I never should have left my room. I paid the check and went to get up but i was hard. I had been edging all day and now my cock was tenting in my khakis. I can’t go anywhere.

“You know what, can I have a whisky neat, please?” Whisky wasn’t my drink but at the time I wasn’t thinking right and I was praying for “Whisky dick”.

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At that point, she had long turned her gaze from me. She was on her 2nd drink since I had noticed her. She was drinking whisky too I thought. I got my whisky and started drinking it, “what was I thinking?” I thought. “I am just gonna down this thing and go upstairs, pants bulge or not.”

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“Cheers” She said.

It took me by surprise. I choked a little as I was half way through swallowing my drink. I coughed. It was embarrassing. I am sure I turned red.

“Cheers” I said as I raised my empty cup and tried to feign a smile.

“I hate this weather.” She said.

“Yeah, I am not used to it. I am just visiting.”

“Oh well allow me to tell you all about our fine city. It’s cold and dreary and it snows 9 months out of the year.” Her sarcasm was turned up to 10.

I smiled at her sarcasm, it was charming. “Well I am here for 5 days and I feel like I have seen it all.”

“Business?” she asked.

“Yes.”

“I am Stephanie” she said.

“Sam, nice to meet you.”

“Cheers, Sam” She reached up with her cup to toast mine. When she did, I noticed the fresh trace of a wedding band that had been recently taken off.

“Cheers, Stephanie” We toasted. “Is that spelled with an ‘F’ or a ‘Ph’?” I wanted to keep the conversation going but I came up blank.

“Are you staying in this hotel?” She ignored my question.

“Yes.”

“Want to go upstairs?” It was phrased like a question but she wasn’t really asking.

I smiled.

“Can we have a bottle of Chardonnay please?” she asked the bartender. “Put it all on Sam’s tab.” The bill was $160 but I didn’t care. I admired her confidence.

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We walked into my room. It was messy and it smelled like a guy has spent all day in it jacking off. She walked in before me and sat on the bed.

“Like what you have done with the place.”

I smiled again. I had been doing a lot of smiling and she was driving the whole conversation. I felt like an idiot.

“Glasses?”

All I had were the plastic cups that they keep by the sink so I got those and poured her Chardonnay. She bent down to take off her heels one at a time.

“Cheers” I said.

“We already did that downstairs” she said. She then grabbed the bottle and took a swig from it. She then grabbed the cup out of my hand and set it aside and started to kiss me. This was not the first time I had ever kissed a girl but it was the first time I had ever been kissed by a girl. She was running the show. She then pushed me down on the bed and started getting undressed. She took off her top to reveal her hefty breasts in a floral pattern bra that pushed both her breasts up and together. A gaping rift of cleavage between them. Under her breast, her stomach rolled down to her skirt, her belly button buried.

“Get naked” It was more of an order, than a request. I obliged. I was already hard. I had been edging since 11:00 and I knew I wouldn’t last long. “I see you are ready to go” She said as she pulled one tit out of her bra, then the next. They both hung beautifully down to beginning of her stomach. Her areolae wide and dark, contrasting her milky skin.

“Condom?”

“No, I don’t have any.” I wasn’t prepared for her.

“Alright, but you have to pull out.”

“I will.”

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She pushed me down on the bed and got on top. She had pealed back her skirt. Under it, she had on grey panties with a red lace trim. She took those off too and was no completely naked. Her milky skin was to die for, all i could think about in that moment was to lick her from head to toe.

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She got on top of the bed and on top of me as I lay on my back. She straddled my mid section, my cock was hard and I was already ready to go. She got one knee up, spit in her hand, rubbed it on the head of my cock and placed it at the opening of her pussy and pushed. It slowly slipped inside her as her body bore down on my mid-section. “You ready cowboy?” She asked almost as a joke.

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She rode me hard. This had been a favorite position of hers and she had practiced it. Every curve and roll in her body bounced, even her curly hair bounced as she rode me.

“I am close.” I gave her a fair warning.

“What the fuck?” she said, almost angry. “We just started.” She didn’t stop.

“I had been edging all day.” I said, as if she would understand my excuse. “Seriously, I am gonna cum.”

She hopped off disappointed. I came immediately. My jizz rushed out of my body and spurted all over my stomach. A stray drop landed on her calf.

I knew she was disappointed and I almost felt bad, not sure why. I wanted her to feel good. “I am sorry.”

“Whatever” she shrugged. “I don’t know what I expected”.

“What is that supposed to mean?” I was getting a little pissed at what she was insinuating.

“Nevermind” she got up and grabbed her skirt and started to put it on before her panties.

“I can eat you out if you want.” She paused. She looked up at me.

“Sure” she started to approach. “I hope you are better at it than you were at fucking.”

“Wow, so you are bitch, ha?” I said instinctively.

“Yes, now shut the fuck up and eat my cunt.” I was taken back by the exchange. I figured that calling her a bitch would end the night but she pushed me down on the bed again and this time straddled my face. It all happened so quickly that I couldn’t fight much until I had my nose snug between her taint and her asshole with her ass cheeks smothering my eyes and darkening the room. She pushed her pussy down into my mouth.

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“Eat it” I stuck my tongue out and started to frantically lick. I had never been with anyone like that. She reveled in being insufferable and belittling. I continued to eat her out. I enjoyed it. She started to moan. Occasionally she would bend down and change the angle that her clitoris landed on my tongue and then rise back up again. My cock, now flaccid, lay flat on my stomach that was still coated with my cum from before. She continued to ride as I slowly became erect again, but she did not bother touching my cock.

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My tongue was getting tired now and she did not seem anywhere closer to cumming. I had to occasionally catch my breath. “You are slowing down.” She yelled from on top of me, annoyed.

“I can’t breath with your fat ass smothering me like that.”

“Less talking more licking.” she slapped my erect cock. It hurt a little. “Don’t make me piss on your face.”

“Fuck you.” I said. Now I was angry. But surprisingly I went back to eating her clit.

“No fuck you.” She scooted forward. “Eat my ass.”

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This was how she wanted to get off. She wanted to antagonize me. This was a grudge fuck for her, and I was her victim. I relished the thought. It was certainly a new experience for me. I wasn’t a particularly angry person and that was the same when it came to sex. But she was pushing all my buttons. She slapped my dick again. “I said eat my ass”. She bore down and shoved her asshole on my face. I was struggling to breath. I used all my force to push her off. She was heavy but I finally managed it.

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“What the fuck is wrong with you?” I was mad. I was playing her game. I stood up on the ground next to the bed and she kneeled on the edge of it. I tried to be angry and to hate her, but the giant erection gave away how much I was into this antagonizing play.

“What?” she said with a smirk, “Never eaten ass before?”

“I am not eating your fat ass.”

“I see you can’t do anything right. I knew you were a little bitch when I saw you down at the bar. You came in like 2 mins.”

“Yeah because I have been edging all day, you fucking cunt. I could barely feel your stretched out pussy around my dick” I was now yelling.

She got off the bed now and was looking me in the face. The next part was surprising. She slapped me…

I stood there in disbelief. Shocked.

I didn’t know what to do. I wanted to slap her back. I wanted to punch her. I wanted to kick her out of my room. So many emotions rushed through my head.

She broke the silence, “What are you gonna do now you little bitch?”

I gritted my teeth.

“Punch me in the stomach.”

I hesitated.

“Punch me in the stomach and then fuck me like the whore that I am.”

I didn’t know what to do.

“I want you to punch me.”

I was enraged and not in control anymore. She had successfully made me lose my mind. I saw red and then I punched her square in her stomach. She doubled over and fell back on the bed. She was trying to catch her breath. At that moment, I got scared. I had just met this woman at a bar and brought her up to my room and now I had punched her. This was assault. I would be arrested.

I kneeled beside her on the bed and pleaded, “Are you alright?”

She scoffed, “You punch like a bitch.” This was another surprise, she liked it. She liked getting punched. This hostile environment she created was all so she could get me to punish her. She wanted this. I immediately became excited again.

“I will show you bitch.” I said as I grabbed her hair. She smirked.

I grabbed one of her legs and spread them open and shoved my cock deep inside her. She was wet now and didn’t need spit or lube. “Fucking floppy cunt.” I said as I pumped her pussy. She was quieter now. She enjoyed how I was in charge. I let go of her hair, a jolt of pain ran through her at my release. She smirked. It angered me that she was still smirking. I wanted to wipe that smirk off her face. So I slapped her. I slapped her like she had slapped me.

“Not the face.” She said.

“Why?” I continued to fuck her pussy. I then grabbed a chunk of her hair again and brought her face closer to mine. “Because you don’t want your husband to know that his filthy cunt of a wife went out to the bar and picked up a random guy and fucked him? is that it?”

“Harder” is all she could say. She was much quieter which made me realize that I had been yelling. I was fuming. I was breathing heavy and pumping her pussy as hard as I can. The full length of my dick was slipping in and out of her in every thrust. She let out a moan and started to shake. I kept going. “Harder” she let out slowly. She came.

That however didn’t stop me from fucking her. Her body was no limp in my hands and her pussy was relaxed around my cock. I pulled her head closer by her hair. “I am gonna cum inside your worthless cunt.”

She didn’t respond.

I couldn’t wait. I blew many many loads in her. I could feel her pussy fill up and the cum pool around my dick as I pulled it out. I let go of her hair. She lay back on the bed, motionless as if in ecstasy, my cum dripping out of her pussy, her stomach bruised at the site where I punched her. I reached to her pussy and grabbed a glob of my jizz from between her lips and smothered it on her face. “Get the fuck out of my room.”

She slowly got up, out her skirt on, then her bra and shirt, and shoes. She looked for panties that were flung across the room. “Leave em” I said. She didn’t respond, and turned around opened the door and walked out. I never saw her again.

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