Smack my bitch up... That was the song Bipasha was singing as she drove on the highway, all the while thinking of her lover John Abraham and how he smacked up her bottoms as he slammed his meat in her ass. But, this was a bad day. John was out of town and she was fucking horny. She had called up all her friends and none was available to take her. She was going crazy sitting at home. So, she took her car and hit the road. Could the day get any worse?
Apparently, it could. She had just stopped at a petrol pump and slam! This guy hit his car into her bumper. That's it. She had had it. She got out and pulled him out of his car. It was Sam. The guy was fairly attractive, and if the situation was any different she would have fucked his brains out. He was about 5 ft 10 inches tall, not muscular but not lean either. And his ass was so fan'fucking'tastic - it was round, convex and, boy, was it tight! But, this was a different day. She was in a sour mood and this guy had to be given a piece of her mind.
"What in the fucking God's name did you think you were doing, dickhead?" Bips screamed. "You bloody ram your car into mine. How did you get your licence?"
"Same way you did," he replied "By giving my driving instructor a head."
"You rotten son of a bitch! I know guys like you. All they think of is how to put their fucking pea-sized cocks in some cunt."
"Not that you think much differently, you bitch. The only difference is you get that pea-sized cock hard enough for your pussy."
"Oh, yeah! Good for you then. Without women like me, you would never know what it is like to fuck."
"Possibly, but I mean women. Women to me are those of the female species who know how to fuck. I was not talking of cockteasers like you little girls."
"Screw you!" she screamed.
"Ah, that is my prerorogative because I have the screw. You only have the bolt where you can put a nut."
"You are right. Nut is the operative word. You probably have one of those that do not even qualify as a nail."
"Or perhaps your bolt is simply too big to know a nut from a nail."
That was the final nail in the coffin. There was no way she could let a guy talk to her that way about her cunt and get away with it.
"There is only one way to find out," she said.
They did not have much trouble finding a hotel room. It was a small town. The only hotel there always had vacancies.
She observed him there. He was quite handsome with a nicely cut face. He was wearing blue denim that was cut very tight in the crotch. She had no trouble making out the outline of his 'equipment'. Impressive. If that thing grew to twice its size, she was in for a terrific time. He was observing her, too. His eyes were resting on her cleavage. Bips was wearing a low-cut sleeveless white top that left nothing of her 36 C breasts to the imagination. She wore close fitting low rise jeans that just about covered the crack of her lovely dark ass. He paused there, as if trying to analyse what size her hips were. She quipped:
"36, if that is what you are thinking. And, I bet you take one look at that booty and you are going to fucking shoot your load all over the place. You think you can handle a woman as hot as me, you puppy?"
Now it was his turn, "There is only one way to find out, unless your butt is loaded with warts and you are playing the bluffing game."
This guy knew how to say things to Bips that got her wild. She was soon out of her pants. She never wore panties with jeans. Bips liked the feel of the fabric rubbing against her clit. She could see that he was impressed seeing her bare-assed, with her breasts covered. He seemed to particularly like her trimmed black bush, which she groomed with great care for John. She turned around to give him a view of her mons. A slight whistle escaped his lips. He liked what he saw. Why the fuck wouldn't he? Here was a woman standing in front of him bare-bottomed.
He said, "Well, you are okay."
"Fuck you," she screamed. "Okay? Who do you screw? Raveena Tandon, you motherfucker?"
She had a point there. She was a fucking hot woman - 36-28-36, dusky, with big boobs and ass, lavendar lips and black hair. With that she lunged at him, grabbing him all over, ripping his clothes off his body. And she would have carried on mauling him if her hands had not come across his manhood. He was beautiful - about 7 1/2, she guessed. Some women might not find that big, but if a man knows how to use it, it can do a fucking great job. His foreskin was very smooth, probably a result of his applying moisturisers to his cock and balls. The balls hung low and they felt filled and heavy in her hands. When she grabbed his ass, she almost came. He was blessed with a tremendous ass and it made up for his non-muscular chest.
Like her, he trimmed down there and that made him appear to her a lot more delicious. Bipasha ran her tongue over her lips to moisten them and prepare them for the job ahead. He went into her mouth nicely. It was as if his cock had been designed to fit in her throat. She swallowed him whole and got constant encouragement from the soft moans escaping his lips. Usually when she gives a blowjob, the guy does not last five minutes. She was at him for fifteen and he was still nowhere close to cumming. But, he was rock hard all this while. After a long time had she found a man with staying power.
He said, "Stop, you whore. You are pathetic. What do you think you were doing? Giving your father a blowjob? You will have to do much better for a man, you scum!"
With that, he tore her top and bra apart and placed his strong hands on her exposed breasts. Then, he went down on me but his hands never left kneading her boobs. Her nipples were erect. Her tits felt like stones. She was wetter than She had been in a long long time. Fuck, this bastard was good.