Mel Ott pulled up in front of a local bar, intending to get himself a beer. Actually he planned to have a bunch of beers. Before he could get out of his car, an acquaintance of his named Pete Butler walked up to his car, looking angry.
"Hey, Pete..." Mel said as he got out of his car. "How ya' doin'?" Mel was pretty sure the reason Pete looked pissed was because he owed him a hundred bucks. And Pete, a huge, strong man, was nobody to have angry with you.
"Don't give me that fuckin' 'Hey Pete' shit!" the bigger man grumbled.
"Come on, man, what's buggin' you?" Mel asked, even though he knew. Pete might be bigger and stronger than he was, but Mel figured he was lots smarter than Pete.
"You tol' me you was gonna have my hundred bucks last week," Pete growled.
Mel had seen Pete in action in a bar brawl one night, and knew the amount of harm the huge man could do to other human beings. He knew it wasn't a good idea to make Pete any angrier than he already was.
"Yeah, I did," Mel replied, "but that rich bitch I was workin' for got a hair across her tight little ass and fired me."
"Ain't my problem," Pete replied, glowering at Mel, "the hundred you owe me is, though."
"Pete, you know I'm good for the money," Mel said. "Shit, I got some deals goin' right now. I oughta have it in a couple of weeks."
"Yeah, well, I don't want it in a couple of weeks," Pete said, "I fuckin' want it now!"
"Come on, Pete, we been friends a long time! Can't you cut me a break here?" Mel said. This wasn't going the way he thought it would. He had to come up with something quick, or he was going to get hurt and hurt bad.
"I ain't gonna wait," Pete said. "You told me you'd have it this week, where is it?"
Mel thought furiously. How was he going to get Pete off his back? Then an idea came to him. He smiled. "Look, I ain't got the money, but I think I got something you might like even better."
"Like what?" Pete said. "It goddamn well better be pretty goddamn good. Worth a hundred bucks."
"Hey, Pete, we're friends and what I'm about to offer you will prove that," Mel said. The more he thought about what he planned to do, the more he liked it.
He had almost convinced himself that Donna was somehow responsible for his getting fired and he wanted to do something get even with her for that, and to let her know in no uncertain terms that he was still the one who called the shots. He smiled. Yeah, he'd show the fucking little bitch. She'd learn to rat him out and get him fired.
"Come on, buddy, get in my car," Mel said. "You're really gonna love what I'm gonna do for you."
Pete got in. Mel slid behind the wheel, started the engine, and roared out of the parking lot in a cloud of blue smoke.
Jennifer had driven Donna home after they got back from picking up the feed and storing it. The young woman stood in her apartment window and watched as Jennifer backed out of her driveway. "Today was a lot of fun," she thought. "Jennifer is a really neat lady."
After her employer was gone, she took a shower. Then, wearing only a bathrobe, she started for the living room, planning to stretch out on the sofa and watch TV. She'd just gotten settled on her sofa when she heard a car pull into her driveway.
"Who the heck is that?" she wondered.
Mel walked up the stairs and banged on the door to Donna's apartment. He'd told Pete to wait in the car until he got things organized. Pete was even more excited than Mel expected when he told him he'd be fucking a nice young chick.
"Jeez, Mel, you mean she likes fuckin' guys our age?" the big man asked.
"You better believe it! She's the hottest piece of ass I ever had," Mel replied. "You're in for the fuck of your life, my man."
It bugged Mel that Donna hadn't answered the door right away. "Hey, sweetie," he called. "I know you're in there. Don't you try hiding on me."
"Oh, God, no!" Donna thought, shuddering. Tears starting flowing from her eyes when she heard Mel's voice. "Not now, not again!"
"Come on, sweetie!" Mel yelled. "You know why I'm here. Open the fuckin' door!"
Donna, her legs trembling, started for the door. She had to let Mel in. If he stayed outside her door, yelling like that, her neighbors might call the police, and that would only get her in more trouble. She opened the door and stepped back as Mel walked in.
Mel realized she was only wearing a robe and smiled. "Hey, sweetie, you're lookin' good," he said. "I like that robe. Was you waitin' for me to come over?"
"Noooooo!!!" Donna moaned softly. She backed to the sofa and sank down on it.
Smiling smugly, Mel walked across the living room, plopped down on the sofa next to Donna, and began fondling her breasts through her robe.
She couldn't believe that, once more, this crude man was exercising his control over her, humiliating her.
Mel spread her robe open so he could touch her bare flesh. "I been hornier than a fuckin' Billy goat all afternoon," he said, "so I figured you might want to get it on."
Mel shoved his hand between Donna's legs and began probing at her vagina. "You like havin' me stop by, you just don't wanna admit it," he muttered.
"Unnnnnhhhhhhh!!!" Donna moaned. She let herself go limp, trying to avoid as much pain as possible, even though her body began to quiver. As disgusting and degrading as this was, she didn't dare resist him. She was sure that would lead to even worse consequences.
Mel mistook the reason for Donna's groan. "I can't believe it!" he said as he opened his pants and pulled out his cock. "I touch you a little, and right away you're hot as hell." He pulled his hand away from her, stood up, and smiled down at her. "Lay back, sweetie. Let old Mel give you what you want."
Resigned to further humiliation, Donna did as she was told. She closed her eyes, trying to blink away her tears. She felt Mel move onto the couch then he pushed her legs apart and, without warning, plunged his erect cock into her.
"Ahhhhhhh!!!" Donna groaned when Mel's cock jabbed painfully into her dry vagina.
"See," Mel smirked as he pounded his cock into her, "You really do like this, doncha, sweetie?"
"I hate you! You make me want to vomit! I wish there was some way I could kill you!" Donna thought, but all that came from her were soft moans as Mel's pounding hips thudded against her.
"Yeah, sweetie, you sure are one fine piece of ass," Mel chortled. He grabbed her breasts and began squeezing them roughly. "I can't believe how goddamn tight you are!"
Mel's grip on Donna's breasts was painful but, somehow, the pain made it a bit easier for her to deal with what was happening to her.
Mel continued thudding against her, his face red, his muscles straining. Then he stiffened. "Yeahhhhh!!!! Oh, yeahhhhhhhh!!!!" he yelled, erupting, his come bathing Donna's insides with heat.
Following the instructions Mel gave him, Pete waited in the car for a few minutes, then he followed his friend into the apartment building and went up the stairs to the apartment Mel told him to go to. He entered the apartment through the door, which Mel had left unlocked.
Once Pete was in the apartment, he stood there, wide-eyed and breathing hard, staring at the couple on the sofa. His cock began to swell the minute he saw what was going on. Mel and some girl were actually fucking right there in front of him! Pete couldn't help himself. He began stroking his cock as the erotic spectacle continued to unfold in front of him.
After Mel finished, Donna lay on the sofa with her eyes closed. She felt Mel pull his cock out of her and climb off. She hoped he'd leave now that he'd gotten what he wanted.
"Jeez, Mel, you wasn't kidding, was you?" a deep male voice rasped. "And she is a goddamn fox, too, just like you said."
Donna, startled, was sure she heard another man's voice. She groaned inwardly. Not two men! Not again!
"Hey, my man, you know I don't kid around about stuff like this," Mel replied.
