Cat and Mouse

The onslaught of cat and mouse was happening for a while.
They both seemed to hate one another. The girl didn't
hate him, just disliked his lack of charm, consideration,
patience and all the above. He disliked many things about
her and the reasons were endless. Both were incompatible
with one another yet she still wanted him sexually. He wanted
her at a time but his interest dwindled. For kicks, she would
send insulting emails, manipulating this man. For the
most part, it always worked which was so gratifying. She'd
say jump and he would ask how high. Provoking him always
seem to work for attention. It just fed her ego, being in
control and dominant.


Over and over again he would protest and tell her to go away.
Over and over again she'd tell him to block her, yet
he never did. Part of her wondered if he liked the attention.
The mind fuck was always a high for her. Little did she know,
he was finally deciding to mind fuck her back and then some!
During her daily routine of starting up the computer as
she prepared her breakfast, she saw that she had an email
from John with an attachment. Figuring it was some lengthy
insult, she didn't bother reading it. Wondering what
the attachment was, she opened it a few hours later. To her
surprise, there wasn't any text in the email. "Good."
she thought. The picture was of his cock. Nothing half assed
like the cam video he showed her long ago where he wasn't
fully hard. She stared at it for a while admiring the site,
wondering what the whole package looked like and not just
the huge cock. He had a great body the last time she saw it
in person and thought it was a pity to see only part of it.
Since he took such a bold leap, she sent him a pic of her in
the shower to show her thanks. Over time, more pics started
coming and more trades were made.


He teased her by sending sexually suggestive notes along
with the pictures. It was a nice change from their normal
IM talk, fight, block, unblock months later, IM, only to
bicker and repeat. No harsh words were exchanged in the
email, just a focus on desire. A desire she wondered if she'd
do anything about given how mean the guy usually is towards
her. It was emotionally draining. Just when she thought
she brushed him off, she would get another email. This time
it wasn't a picture but a full-blown erotic story.
Now she had a fantasy to go with the still images and this
made her mad. Now he was turning the tables and making her
want him. "To block him or unblock him?" she
wondered over and over again. The dog's bark was as
worse as his bite so she decided not to. "I want you."
Was all one email said. Was he being serious? Considering
all that had been said, was he just pulling her leg? Her wanting
him physically was an understatement despite how inadequate
he would make her feel. With his countless sexapades and
her lack thereof, she often wondered what she could do for
him if anything. He never seemed one to teach, let alone
compliment.


More stories came in describing what he'd do to her,
what he wanted to do with her, how he'd dominate her
in every way, and the things he'd teach her. She sent
her usual insults that he can't dominate her when she's
been controlling him over the Internet with mere words.
Then something unexpected happened. In his next email,
he asked when would she be in her home state because he'll
come down and prove it. It was a challenge. One she took as
a bluff because he stated many times that he wouldn't
go down to see her. Talking trash on the Internet was easy
but would she be able to have the same control in person?


The thing was, as mean as he was, she trusted him. The feeling
was not mutual on his end. This always puzzled her because
she couldn't figure out why aside from leaving him
with blue balls. During their last and only encounter,
her pussy, virginal in many ways could not take his size.
He was even too big for her mouth. For a white guy, he was very
well endowed. He was bigger than anything she had seen.
So much that she nicknamed it "Godzilla." She
wanted him just as bad. She wanted to give him what he wanted
over and over again until the sun came up the next day. She
wanted their bodies to be drenched in sweat. She wanted
to wake up in his arms and hear him hum with happiness. It
frustrated her that she could do nothing about it during
their encounter. He probably felt cheated. His stinging
words years after didn't help her guilt. Would he have
fallen for her then if she was able? Would things between
them have been different? At that time, sex was something
extremely personal that only a few men were lucky to get.
She only gave it to men she wanted to fall in love and have
a relationship with. She had given herself to him, tried
to. This time it was different. The same emotions didn't
come to play. It was purely physical.


Before she left for her home state, she sent him her cell
phone number in case he wanted to call. She was hoping he'd
use it for phone sex. Visiting her home was great. She spent
the day bonding with her mother, taking advantage of the
shopping and playing with the new cat at her mother's
house. The cell phone rang early in the day. She looked at
the area code and picked up. It was him. "What is your
address?" he asked. She stated her address and asked
why he wanted it. He didn't say. He just said he'd
call her as soon as he got there to bring extra clothes and
things in order to stay a few days. Then he hung up. "That
was odd." she thought. She expected him to cuss her
out. The guy after all disliked her. What was he up to? What
did he mean as soon as he got there? She didn't have a
place in her home state so he wouldn't be able to stay
at her mothers. This all confused her. None the less, she
packed her bags. Bags packed, her phone rang some hours
later. "I'm outside standing against my car
in front of your house." The dial tone hummed in her
ear. She said her good-byes to her family and headed out.


He was tall and thin, just like she remembered him. His ivory
skin was no longer pale but had some color. A tan on him suited
just right. He wore brown boots, black jeans, and a white
shirt under a black coat that came to his waste. His dark
brown hair was longer this time. John looked at her through
deep, brooding brown eyes under thick eyebrows. He didn’t
saying a word. This intimidated her. He didn't even
return her smile when she said "hi." He just
looked, as if through her and opened the door. "How's
that for not being a gentleman?" he said. When she
opened her mouth to reply, he said, "Shut up."
and closed the door. She sat there stunned. The thought
ran through her mind, "I guess that was payback for
me not calling him a gentleman all the time. Big deal, he
opened the door for me. It's a start, freaking Neanderthal."
He got in the car and she looked at him quizzically. "When
I want you to talk, I'll say so." he said and started
the car. The girl spoke, "Well at least tell me where
we're going and what we're doing!" He shot
her a glance, unappeased with her defiance. "I'll
let that slide. We're going to my place for a few days.
Four days cause I have to work in the week. Don't talk
until we get there." She huffed and folded her arms
across her chest in reply.


I- 95 was the usual. The traffic wasn't light but at
the same time, wasn't too heavy either. "Too
heavy for a blow job." she thought as she looked at
the passing cars. Taking one hand off the wheel, he used
it to rub in between her legs. He pressed and rubbed against
the denim fabric she was wearing. She got increasingly
hot down there thanks to the friction. All the while he didn't
say a word. Didn't even look at her. What was going on?
What was going on in that head of his? She became distracted
as they pulled into a park. "What? What are we doing
here? I thought we were going to your place." she spoke.
The car stopped and without a word he got out, went to her
side and opened the door. Pulling her by the arm and closing
the door with the other, he pinned her to the car. The car
was cold and his body was as hot as fire. He was bulging through
his jeans and made sure to stab the hot spot he worked with
it. Pressing and rubbing against her, he tangled his fingers
into her long brown hair and pulled down so that her head
dipped back. "John that hurts!" She yelled.
He didn't mean to do it too hard. He knew this one liked
pain but wasn't familiar with how much. His kisses
on her caramel skin were slow and soft against her neck.
When she tried to speak, he pulled again and withdrew his
head to look at her.


His lips were red and swollen. His eyes were dark as the night
and seemingly glazed. "Look, I'm tired of your
shit! The online stalking, the teasing, I'm fucking
sick of it!" He said this all the while grinding against
her. His free hand squeezed and traced her body. Every time
she tried to close her eyes, he'd pull on her hair more
as he bit her neck in between kisses. "I'm going
to take you right now, right here." His voice was harsh
as if he was struggling with his words. "No! You can't!
Not here." she yelped between quick breaths. "Why
the fuck not!?" he boomed and started to undo her pants.
"I can't take you now. I'm not ready. It'll
hurt." she pleaded. She was right. She had sense enough
to pack KY along with condoms. One of which wasn't an
option during their first encounter. He pushed away reluctantly
from the Black beauty that melted under him and gritted
his teeth. "You took that small Asian guy you told
me about. You took your man with his average sized cock and
it still gives you problems. You're gonna take mine
dammit! Once you do, your average man isn't going to
cut it. I'm going to fulfill your demented fantasies
and you're sure as hell going to fill mine! You won't
want anything his size again." He breathed deep and
continued to talk after his pause.


"I'll work you in nice and slow for a few days.
After that, the only break you're going to get from
my dick is for the bathroom, to eat and shower! You should
be somewhat more open considering what you've told
me." His words were calmer now. "They still
say I'm tight as a fist. I don't call that open."
she replied. He didn't take his eyes off of her while
they were standing apart. She couldn't read him at
all. "You're a lot nicer in person. You’re not
as insulting." he said after a long break. “Well you
said it yourself that things would be different. You told
me one time that if we were to fight in person like we do over
the net, you’d either joke to make me laugh, tickle me or
pin me down. I liked that. You’re a lot nicer too.” She replied.
John started to undo his pants after she was finished. He
freed his monstrous cock from the confides of his pants.
She couldn't tell if her eyes widened from shock but
judging by the expression on his face, she must have because
he smirked. "Suck it." He commanded. "What?"
She paused from the shock of it all. Then she continued.
"What the hell do I look like? Who the hell do you think
you a---" He cut her off and talked. "You haven't
seen it in a while. I know your curious. I know you want to
feel my size in your mouth. You want me, which is why you always
keep coming back to me, coming to find me. Mind fucking as
you call it. I want you too. God knows I fucking want you.
I also want you on your knees. I won't say it again."
His voice was low and so damned sexy.


John didn't take his brown eyes off of her as she knelt
down. Placing her hands against his thighs, she began tracing
and kissing his cock with those thick lips of hers. Making
sure to glide her hot tongue up and down his shaft and around
his head as she did so. John closed his eyes and dipped his
head back. He placed a hand upon her shoulder. "Damn,
I've been waiting for you to do this again for so fucking
long!" he said as he licked his lips and watched her
suck his cock. "Do it slow baby, like I told you before.
Don't be in a rush. Enjoy my cock in your mouth. Explore
it with your tongue." His whispers were soft and sexy.
His fingers affectionately traced her cheek and combed
through her hair. The moans he made vibrated throughout
his body. Of all things, she was hoping for a sexual encounter
with John. She just didn’t expect to get it, not with how
they had been talking before hand. He was going to grudge
fuck her out of her mind. All the insults, the taunting,
and the teasing, he was going to make her pay for it all.


End.