I Love It When Youre Angry

Michelle and I had been dating for several months now. She's in her mid twenties, hispanic, nice body, medium length black hair, blue eyes. It was just a quite lazy Sunday afternoon at her place. It was the week before payday, we were both almost broke, so we spent the day watching television together, playing video games, and messing around. She was wearing a tank top shirt that showed off her cleavage and a floor length skirt.

I had my hand up her skirt, and her tongue in my mouth when her dryer went off. It was in the building laundry room, but she had a baby monitor that she used to know when the dryer had stopped. She started this mainly because a friend of hers in her apartment complex found her laundry had been stolen from the dryer.

She got up, grabbed her money, the next load and a laundry basket, kissed me, and told me that she needed to get the laundry at once. I decided to have some fun with her. She mentioned to me how she had the fantasy of having sex with a complete stranger, and also having sex in the laundry room. I decided that I was going to give her both fantasies, or at least make her think so.

After a minute, I walked over to the laundry room. I reached my hand in and turned the light out. There was no windows in the room, just a flood lamp that was on when the light was off, and it wasn't really that bright, all it really did was keep people from walking into the machines and the table in case of a blackout. I walked into the room, hid behind a machine and locked the door.

I looked around the machine and could tell that she was still pulling clothes out of the dryer. The light is on a timer, she either figured that she didn't turn the timer on far enough, or that it was me screwing with her. I kept through the room until I was directly behind her. She didn't know I was there until she moved back to pull some clothes out and bumped into me, and my hard dick that was still inside my pants.

She started to get up, but I put my hand on her back and guided her head and shoulders back into the dryer. I said nothing.

"Jason?" she asked.

I said nothing, just pulled up her skirt, pulled down her panties.

She groaned in approval.

I then pulled out my hard dick and placed it against her pussy lips, and with one hand around my dick, and the other on her back, I pushed it into her.

She moaned as I entered her.

As soon as I got in, I started to rock my hips back and forth, sliding it in and out of her. I did everything I could not to say a word or make a sound.

As I pumped in and out of her, I moved my hand around her side, pulled up her shirt and massaged her left breast, paying close attention to her nipple.

The playing around from earlier still had me turned on, and it wasn't too long before I came inside of her.

I pulled out of her, and walked out quickly while still tucking my manhood back into my pants. She was still pulling clothes out of the dryer. She still had to put the wash into the dryer, and still put the next load in. She always folded her clothes in the laundry room. I figured it would be about 15 minutes before she returned.

When she returned, I was sitting on the couch watching some television show. She walked over to me, kissed me on the lips, and said "That was nice, I loved it."

"Loved what?" I asked, playing innocent with her.

"The sex."

"From last night?" I asked her with a curious look on my face.

"No, just now in the laundry room."

"What sex?"

"Where you came in and did me doggy style."

"Michelle, luv, I've been here the entire time."

"No, because you just fucked me." she said.

"I haven't left this apartment."

"Then who just fucked me.?" she asked.

"I don't know, but I'm starting to get a little pissed that you let some stranger fuck you."

"I thought it was you."

"If it was me, then I would have said something."

"Oh my god, oh my god..." she said, as she sat down on the couch. "I..."

"You let some stranger fuck you." I said.

Now, keep something in mind. I love it when she's pissed. Sometimes she pretends that she's pissed, but other times I do what I can do piss her off. I do little stunts to get her upset and angry with me, but typically she can figure it out (like I'll say the wrong thing in bed, like calling out her best friend's name, or saying something something completely wrong during foreplay. She realizes it and goes along with it. She also gets off on it, which is why I do it so often with her.

"I...I..." she said, stammering, "I can't believe..."

"What a big slut you are for doing that?"

She looked over at me with a look that I had never seen before. It was a look of anger and contempt. She stood up and started to hit me with the laundry basket, her clothes flying everywhere. "How the fucking hell you dare call me a slut?"

"Hey, it's you who let some strange guy have his way with you, not me." I said. I tried to stand up, but she hit me with the basket hard enough to knock me off my feet. You know, in all honesty, I probably had that coming. "Do you do that often in there? Let any guy who's there doing his laundry fuck you?"

She started to kick me in my ass, legs, and ribs. This was really turning me on, and she could tell (the lump in the front of my pants was VERY noticeable). She put her foot on it, and pressed down. This was new, and I wasn't quite sure how I felt about it. But I did realize that I needed to put an end to it before she ended the relationship.

She took her foot off my pants, and I unzipped them, pulled out my dick and started to stroke it. "Yeah, come on, keep it up honey. I love it when you're angry."

She looked down at my dick and stopped her assault. She dropped to her knees and looked at my dick. It was still covered in her juices, sticky, and the front of my boxers were stained from where her pussy was hitting my boxers. "You son of a bitch!" she screamed, and slapped me across the face. "It was you the entire time. How dare you let me think that it was someone else."

"Admit it, it turned you on, didn't it?" I asked. I moved my hand off of my dick, lifted up her skirt slightly and started to rub her leg.

She moved her leg from my grip. "You called me a slut."

"You let some strange man fuck you."

"You are a strange man."

I stood up and kissed her on her lips. She didn't kiss back, she tried her best to resist it. I backed off and could see her nipples poking through her tank top. She was enjoying this. She gave me a wicked smile, pushed me into the bedroom and then walked past me to her closet. She pulled out her belt and doubled it over. This was new. Normally when she was in this kind of playful mood she'd get the whip. She took it and hit me once across the arm.

I stood there looking at her. My pants were still undone, and my hard dick was still out in the open. She walked up to me and pulled them down, along with my boxers. Next she spun me around, knocked me onto her bed and began to spank my ass as hard as she could. This was the first time that I had been spanked (well, since childhood), and I must admit that I did kind of like it.

She spanked me over twenty times, maybe over thirty. I wasn't counting. I know that she spanked me more in one setting then I had her in one setting. Finally, she dropped the belt and I turned around to face her. She looked at me, then she screamed, and said, "You bastard. You called me a slut for what I did."

"Okay, I'm sorry. You're a whore?" Okay, normally I wouldn't say such a thing, but I wanted to keep her just a little bit pissed with me, it made the sex that much better.

She glared at me and slapped me bare handed across my face. I turned to face her and she slapped me yet one more time. Damn, that really hurt. Actually, at this point I'm thinking that maybe I pushed things a bit too far.

I kicked off my shoes and removed my pants and boxers, followed by my shirt.

"You're not getting any." she said in that tone of voice that told me that I was in serious shit. I watched as she left the room and slammed the door on the way out.

I opened the door and followed her into the living room. Her back was to me. I walked up behind her and slapped her ass. She spun around, looked me in the eye, and reached down and grabbed my hard dick. I started to pelvic thrust in her hand. She squeezed my dick, it started to hurt. I put my hand on her back and pulled her close. "Come on luv." I said, "It was me the whole time. What's wrong?"

"You called me a whore."

"You let some one you didn't know fuck you. How aren't you a whore? Oh wait, I never paid, so I guess you are just a slut. Unless you count all the stuff I bought you as payment."

She stomped on my foot. I was bare foot, she was wearing tennis shoes. That hurt. She turned back around and turned to the door. "Get the fuck out!" she said in a serious tone that I rarely heard her use.

I walked to the door, but I didn't open it. Instead I got up close to her, pressing my body against her. I tried to kiss her, she turned her face away from me. I ran my hand up under her shirt, massaging her boob. She slapped my hand away. "I told you to leave!"

I tried to reach under her shirt again. "Stop it!" she said, and started to move away from me. I followed behind her again. Damn, it felt like my dick was about to explode. I grabbed her by her hips and bent her over the back of the couch.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?"

"Proving you're a whore, or a slut."

"Stop!" she protested as I lifted up her skirt. "I'm going to scream." she said as I pulled down her wet panties.

I pressed her face into the couch cushions as I entered her once again doggy style. She moaned as she was penetrated.

I started to rock my hips to and fro as I placed my thumb on her asshole. Between moans she said, "you...are...going to...get....it!"

It wasn't too long before I was about to cum. I pulled out of her, spun her around and came over her face and shirt.

We glared at each other for a brief moment. Honestly I wasn't sure what was going to happen next. Would she call the cops? Beat me up? Kiss me and tell me how great that was? I didn't know.

She licked the cum off of her lips and swallowed it as she stood up. "Damn babe, that was hot."

"Thank you." I said smiling.

"How did you know that I wasn't serious about you not fucking me?"

"You didn't use our safe word."

She thought about it. "Makes sense." she said as she kissed me.

That wasn't too long ago, and I would like to do it again, but I want to keep it fresh. Maybe I could get some stranger to really fuck her and I just walk in while it's going on???