KDaddy23

He's handling me like he's got sense in his head. His fat dick spreads my hole open nice and wide and he goes in easy; his original idea would have made this very painful for me or anyone else. He's in me and... not doing a bad job of fucking me. Grunting, groaning, his dick swells and he's pumping his cum into me; I'm thinking that he's surprised that he came as fast as he did but this isn't the first time I've been fucked and I've... learned some tricks with my muscles.

He withdraws and he's not happy with me because I ruined his whole MO. He wanted to dominate me, to impose his will upon me and not "fight back" against the imposition. I tell him that I know what he had in mind and... it offended me. I laugh when he said that I was too rough with him; his shoulder and collarbone are aching and I just shrug and say, "You thought you knew all there was to know about control... but never believed that you could be controlled. I had to control you so I could do to you what you were trying to do to me: Make me a victim and your bitch... and how does it feel?"

His look alone told me that he didn't like it. He was the taker and never the taken; yet, this night, he got taken. I get off his bed and go find my clothes and he wants to know where I'm going and I say that I'm going home. He asks why I'm leaving and I ask why he wants to know and he says, "So, um, so we can go like that again. You're a tough little motherfucker!"

I decline to stay. I head home with his cum in my belly and leaking out of my ass. They call this "the walk of shame" but in my heart, the same would have been being the bitch he thought he could make me because he saw "little old me" and saw victim. Someone he could manhandle and dominate because that's what he's used to. Not tonight, homeboy, but the dick was nice and good.

The next night, I'm back in the bar and there's a lady who keeps locking her eyes on mine and I think I have a chance with her. I hear loud laughter coming from a corner and glance that way and, what do you know: There's the guy from last night and, I guessed, with his boys. He sees me and waves; I salute him with my drink. The guy next to him looks to see who he's waving at, sees me, and I saw the moment he thought that he could take and use me. The guy starts to head in my direction and... I don't play this macho bullshit and already decided to say no but the guy from last night stops him, says something to him, and the guy... sits down. Later, that lady and I have agreed to hit a motel for some sex but I gotta pee. I'm taking care of this and the guy from last night comes in and he speaks and I do. But I ask him about his boy and what he said.

"I told him that he didn't want any of you because you fight dirty," he said with a laugh. I laugh. Take my leave of him, meet the lady outside and we spend the night having sex.