Explicit Content: Red Hot Stories of Hardcore Erotica (4 page)

“
Ain’t
you got
nothin
’ to eat?” he said slyly after finally understanding what she was getting at and at the fact that she wasn’t going to call the cops. He couldn’t keep from grinning at his good fortune. He didn’t hesitate to take advantage. His woods animal-like cunning told him that he had found a real sucker.

“I’ll take you somewhere. To a restaurant,” she said excitedly, fully prepared to do whatever it took to right the wrongs that had been inflicted on this poor man because of his poverty stricken background.

“You mean you
ain’t
got something you can fix me?” he asked again, this time more boldly. He was suddenly getting agitated. He really wanted something to eat.

“No, I haven’t had time to do the shopping,” she said. “Besides, I usually eat out or order in.”

“Too lazy to cook,” he snorted. “That’s just what I figured.” This notion had run through his head earlier when he had contemplated breaking into her house to make a sandwich. He was glad that he hadn’t made the effort. Rich people never had any food worth eating anyway. At least nothing he cared for. It was all healthy crap and he sure as hell wasn’t going to eat a salad.

“Listen, I said I would buy you something. It’s the least I can do.”

She motioned for him to follow her to her garage, but then she remembered. She couldn’t take him to a restaurant, let alone anywhere. Her car was still charging. It wouldn’t be ready for another twelve hours!

“I’m so sorry. My car isn’t ready yet,” she said. But then something occurred to her. “Wait, I have an idea. I’ll order in.”

“No, you got me all hyped up about eating out at a fancy restaurant so you’re gonna take me,” he said hotly.

“But I’m sorry...”

“If you’re paying, I’ll drive.”

“You mean...that you actually own...?” she asked, amazed that he had the funds to purchase a vehicle.

“Well, I sure as hell didn’t ride a bicycle here,” he said.

He pointed towards a beat up older model Dodge pickup parked across the street.

“It’s an SS/T.
Ain’t
everybody got one of them,” he said proudly.

“Well, if you say so,” she said. She later found out that he was lying. His friend,
Lebron
, told her that he had been misleading her as to the exact nature of the vehicle.

“Hell, it’s just a regular 1500 with a stripe on it!” he had told her one time when Terrell had gotten up to run the squirrels off it. Terrell
hated
squirrels.

She didn’t really know what
Lebron
had meant by this because she didn’t know anything about cars. Afterwards, however, it had dawned on her that Terrell had been trying to impress her. She was flattered.

They walked over to the truck and before entering it, she hesitated. “I don’t even know your name.”

Terrell glared at her. “
Git
in the damn truck!” he hollered by way of a response.

Esme was taken aback. How dare this man talk to her like this? Yet, there was something about the situation that began to arouse her. There was just...something so primal about this man that she hadn’t seen in any of the men she had dated before. Most of them were in academia or were from tweedy stuffy backgrounds and were practically female in their sensibilities. However, Terrell was more animal.
More dangerous.
More trashy.
Feeling her breathing speed up, she got in the truck. She wanted to see where exactly this was going.

As they drove, she took in the contents of the truck. It was littered with empty cigarette packs, beer cans and fast food bags. She also noticed that the whole interior seemed like it was covered with dust. This was probably from the truck’s overflowing ashtray. After a bit of small talk, she was finally able to get it out of him that his name was Terrell. He told her that if she called the cops on him, he would tell them that she had carjacked him.

They went down the street and turned onto another street. When they stopped at a red light, she took a look at the tattoo on his arm. It read, “
Michell
.”

“I couldn’t help noticing your tattoo. Is Mitchell a friend of yours?” she asked innocently.

Terrell glared at her and almost spat. “It don’t say
no
Mitchell. It says
Michelle!”

“Oh,” she said. She completely understood. Coming from a lower socio-economic status, it made sense that he hadn’t been afforded the educational opportunities that would have allowed him to spell the name correctly.

“Is she someone special to you?”

At this he started laughing. “She sure is! I think of her every time she turns me in for not paying my child support!”

After he stopped laughing, she realized that they were really making a bond. She also began to notice just how turned on she was getting by him. She saw that he apparently was getting quite aroused as well. He had an obvious erection that could clearly be seen through his grubby jeans. He made no attempt to hide it. It was long and thick and was straining the denim. He was definitely hung, that was for sure. He also kept staring at her large breasts and ample cleavage that was revealed by her low-cut peasant dress.

He reached out and stroked his erection and smiled at her. “I bet you
ain’t
ever seen one this big, have you?”

She softly shook her head. It was then that she began to get wet. She couldn’t believe that she was feeling this way about this person.
This man who just a short time ago was stealing her guttering to sell as scrap metal.
She should be angry with him, but she just wasn’t. She should be feeling sorry for him, but she wasn’t doing that either. All that was happening was that she was getting more and more turned-on. She was beginning to feel genuine lust.

He snorted. “I figured you hadn’t. Put your eyes back in your head and figure out where you’re going to take me to eat.”

She was a little surprised that he said this. Most men would be begging to have sex with her now. But he wasn’t. All he was concerned about was filling his stomach. It took a lot of effort on her part, but she decided that he was right. She figured that it would be a good idea to engage him and find out where he wanted to eat. Besides, she needed to cool things off a little.

“So, there’s a great little Lebanese place up on the corner. It has the best
babaganoush
.”

He turned and looked at her like she was crazy. “That sounds like a bunch of bullshit. I thought you said we
was
going somewhere fancy.”

At that, without saying a word, he pulled into one of those chain fried fish places, Aunt Fatty’s Fish Fry. It was the worst one, too. Just the thought of all that grease made her want to take a shower.

“Here’s where I want to eat,” he said.

She sighed. “Okay, if this is what you want,” she said. She hated these places. They were so corporate and unhealthy.
And unhip.
However, she knew that given his circumstances, he probably didn’t know any better. To him, one of these places was probably quite sophisticated.

As they got out of the truck, he stopped her.

“First, I think there’s something we need to take care of.”

“What do you mean?” she asked, taken aback.

“You know,” he said and grinned. Then he stroked his hard-on. “I said that you needed to figure out where you were going to take me and you did.”

“Okay...” she said. She could feel her breathing speeding up again. She wasn’t really sure what he was getting at, but she had an idea.

He unzipped his pants and smirked. “You and I both know that fish tastes better after you fuck.”

She was flabbergasted at his forwardness, but the free spirit in her wanted what it wanted. She was happy that he had made the first move because she wasn’t sure how she was going to be able to keep her hands off that dick during dinner.

He took her by the hand and led her over to the dumpsters. Now, they were in private. The stench was a little strong, but it only added to the danger for her. He noticed from her nervousness that she was in unfamiliar territory there next to the trash.

“Don’t tell me that you
ain’t
never
done it next to a dumpster.”

Esme shook her head. She couldn’t vocalize how horny this situation was making her.

He felt her large, full breasts and was happy to see that her nipples were already erect. “I think you know what to do,” Terrell said, pulling down his pants to reveal his much larger than normal sized cock. The imprint through his jeans didn’t disappoint. It was definitely one to make the mouth water.

Esme sure did know what to do. She knew that sex was the great equalizer amongst the classes and that if rich people fucked more poor people the world would be a much better place. Especially if they had cocks like that. It was big enough to rival her best dildo. It would fit inside her quite nicely. She was so happy that she was going to finally find the sexual release she had been seeking since meeting Terrell that she almost came from the anticipation of what was going to happen next.

As she went to her knees and got down to business, he lit a cigarette. He exhaled sharply as she began sucking. She worked the head at first, not minding that she was kneeling on the dirty asphalt. He moaned with ecstasy as she skillfully moved her mouth and tongue up and down the length of it, becoming more and more aroused as the erogenous zones in her mouth were stimulated. She had always loved sex, but usually she had been the dominant one in her relationships. The guys she had been with had always been sensitive to her needs and afraid of offending her. This would
not
be the way with Terrell, she knew. It excited her. He wasn’t going to give one shit about what she wanted. It was going to be about him and what she needed to do to satisfy him. This loss of control made her even hornier.

She kept on and she could feel herself growing more and more aroused. She reached down and pulled up her skirt and began rubbing her clit through her panties as she sucked and soon reached orgasm.

“Damn!” Terrell said in admiration as she gave him head. “You know what you’re doing, don’t you?”

She nodded, still working the cock. Terrell’s eyes began rolling back in his head at this point and she could taste the precum so she knew that it was time for him to really insert himself into the upper middle class.

She pulled down her panties and stepped out of them. She then lifted up her skirt and turned around, bending over to present her pussy to him. Without hesitation, he pushed himself inside her. With his cigarette dangling from the corner of his mouth, he was rough, not caring if she was ready or not, as he plowed his way in. However, she was
very ready
and he went in easily and filled her up so completely that he stimulated almost every nerve ending in her vagina.

He began thrusting and she came almost instantly when he hit bottom and then rode him some more to another one. Terrell was having a hard time keeping up with her as she rammed hard against him. Still, he held his own and fucked her the way that she wanted and needed to be fucked.

As she pushed against him, her head was filled with all sorts of fantasies about a life with Terrell. About how he just wasn’t some academic pushover who spent all his time in the library or dreaming about a sabbatical to Europe. She thought about how he had never read a book and probably never wanted to. She thought about how he probably believed in professional wrestling and how he shopped at Wal-Mart. She thought about him snacking on Vienna sausages and potted meat. After a point, it was too much for her and she came to a screaming writhing orgasm, not caring who heard her. However, the sound of traffic nearby was so loud that no one did.

This was the point at which Terrell had had enough. He was going to have to come. He just wasn’t going to be able to hold it any longer. Never before had he been subjected to the full release of a lifetime of sexual frustration and class guilt. He liked it, but it was a bit overwhelming. Even for him.

Sensing that he had reached his limit, Esme wanted to do this thing right, the way that she knew that Terrell had watched in the porno movies to which he was probably addicted. She turned around and got down on her knees and sucked him until he shot his load all over her face.

Esme licked
the cum
from her lips and smiled as she looked up at him, hoping for a sign of appreciation. Anything that would tell her that he had thought she had done a good job would have completed her bliss. However, she would have to wait any verbalization of his approval.

“Damn, girl. You’re gonna have to clean off before we eat,” he said dismissively as he lit another cigarette and zipped up his pants and went into the restaurant, leaving her there alone next to the dumpster.

Some women would have been insulted, but not Esme. She sat down there on her knees and continued to smile. She had now had a taste of how the other half lived—quite literally— and she liked it. No,
she loved it.
It was like she had finally found what was missing in her life on a base level. That was how she wanted to live life. She wanted to go for the gusto and do what nature dictated. She wanted to do what felt good. Terrell had done that for her. He had opened a door that she knew could never been shut again. Sex with a scrounger like him had been the most fulfilling she had ever had. She had finally been satisfied sexually. And he could care less about this because he had also been sexually satisfied.

The kicker was that she couldn’t believe it but she was already horny again.

After they ate, he fucked her again in the ladies room and asked to move in with her. Without hesitation, she had said yes and she had been supporting him ever since.

* * * * *

So now, she was again in a state of blissful anticipation which would soon grow to a horny, edgy longing. It would be temporary though because she knew all too well that Terrell had exactly the tool to fix this problem. After her lecture, he was going to fuck her. Sure, it was not a life she would ever had envisioned for herself or what anyone who knew her would have ever dreamed possible, but it felt right. It felt right for her sex life and it felt right for her class guilt. It was a little ironic in fact, the idea that someone like her would be so smitten with a guy like Terrell. And this made it that much better.