I was tense and I never handle being suppressed well so I ended up calling her some things she didn't like. Then she called me some things I didn't like and it looked like we were going to fight. I told her if she put her hands on me, I would have her Black ass naked and beat the shit out of her. That’s one thing women don’t seem to understand about me. I like to get people naked as much as I like to be naked. I’ll strip a bitch quick, as if it’s instinct. Maybe it is. In this case, she had her man with her and if there’s a man there, I’ll put a bitch on display for him. That’s just the way I am.
Latrice is a sexy woman. She’s healthy and built the way Black men like, with all of the ass, the leg, pretty features and medium brown skin. I really don’t like to fuck up other women’s looks any more than I have to. I also didn't want to have to fuck somebody up that I thought would be a friend. She put her hands on me though, and at that point she was just a piece of Black female meat.
Latrice was as sexy and fine as she wanted to be, but I was too. Even though she was about the same size as me, I was more woman than she could ever be. I caught her arms and threw them down to her sides, shutting down her attempts to hit me. I drove hard blows into her guts, taking her wind and food out of her. I really didn't have to do anything else. I owned her. So I turned her body around and made her fall forward. She struggled to get free but I kept her body under control. I got her shoes off of her and stood her up again. Then I pressed her into a poll and dropped her shorts down to her ankles. I lifted one of her legs out and then the other. Then I pulled her back from the poll and brought her shirt up over her head, taking it off of her. I released her and she turned to face me. I was in a t-shirt and shorts and she was in a bra and panties.
She yelled something at me that wasn’t clear enough to understand. Then I started punching her in places I thought her boyfriend would like to see me punch her. She yelled out loud as I punched her in her pussy over and over, making her keel over. She yelled more as I punched her in her breasts, making her stand up straight again. I was bouncing my fists off of her breasts like a drummer bouncing sticks off of drums, just boxing her breasts. She started crying out for her boyfriend to break up the fight. Aaron was busy drinking a Sprite Remix and watching the sexfight.
I told Latrice nobody was going to help her and she might as well fight me. She turned and tried to run but I grabbed her bra with one hand and the edge of her panties with the other. She screamed like she saw a ghost or something. I had her scared. I pulled her back and bent her over a picnic table. Then I took her bra off of her and threw it at Aaron. Then I brought her panties down and threw them at Aaron as well. I held Latrice pressed into the picnic table with her arms folded behind her back. Then I punched her back a few times as she yelled out. Then I punched her ass and thighs, calling her a bitch.
I pulled her off of the table and held her naked body facing Aaron, holding her arms folded behind her back. Then I asked her, “What did I tell you I was gone do?” She was shaking, naked and scared. Aaron was trying to figure out how to work his disposable camera. I shook Latrice’s body. I shook her hard, making her breasts bounce. Then I asked her again, “What did I tell you I was gone do, bitch?” Then she said, “You said you was gone get me naked?” I said, “Bitch what else did I say I was gone do?” She knew I was about to beat the shit out of her. She didn't want to say that. Instead, she said “Get the fuck off of me.” That was the end of the discussion.
I ran her naked body into a picnic table, making her flip over it and fall to the ground. Then I picked her up and held her there, punching her in her stomach, pussy, and breasts repeatedly. Then I let her fall and started kicking her ass and thighs. Then I dragged her a few feet and laid her on her back. I stood over her, not really caring anymore and I just straddled her. I sat on her pussy with her arms between my legs and just stayed there. Then I asked Aaron why he was with her instead of a real woman. I asked him if he was happy with her, playing with her face and chest while I spoke. She was crying and trying to speak but I wasn’t really paying attention.
I had done what I told her I would do. I have a passion though. I don’t just want to type out what I think a sexfight is. If I get the chance, I like to put it into practice. I wanted to use her own sexuality to hurt her. So I stayed on her, keeping her straddled, keeping my ass and pussy firmly planted on her pussy. She was on her back and it was my sex that was keeping her down and keeping her sex covered. Her arms were pinned under my knees and I had full access to her breasts. I took them in my hands. I kneaded them like dough. I almost wished she was pregnant so I could milk her. Then I brought my face close to hers, almost putting my lips on hers. As I looked up at the man, I saw that he just seemed emotionless. So I went down and put my mouth on her breast, clenching her nipple between my teeth and pulling it slightly. He kept trying to take pictures. Then I released her nipple from my teeth and let it snap back. I think she felt raped.
I didn't get much of an audible response from Aaron. He seemed please but she couldn’t see him. I wanted him to make noise and cheer for me so she would be hurt. I reached back with one of my hands and got a hold of her pussy. I thought about doing something that would make her cry out and shed more tears but I really didn't want to. So I got off of Latrice and walked over to Aaron. I pushed him down so he was sitting on one of the picnic tables. He seemed very easy to push, as if he didn't care. Then I sat in his lap, facing him with my legs around his body. I put my arms around him and we both stopped listening to Latrice. Aaron started kissing me and touching my body. I don’t really like all that affection. Then he took me over to his truck, put me in, and left with me.
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