But I Hate That Guy!

...as told by Tammy, our sexy redhead.

People fascinate me all the time. That’s the biggest reason I’m majoring in psychology, or in ‘nuts & sluts’ as we call it in the department. Those who know me like to say I’m a little of both and make a big joke about my major. But I’m really very serious about it and study with a no-nonsense attitude. My roommate is one of those people, and one of those people who fascinate me most lately.

She knows me pretty well, and so knows I’m not a slut, at least not exactly. She knows I just like saying ‘yes’ a lot more than saying ‘no’ and often do, over and over at the top of my lungs. She likes to kid around and calls me her ‘sure thing’. And I suppose she’s mostly right, especially for the right kind of people. I like to know I’ve really been had, if you know what I mean, and if that makes me a slut, well there ya go. That’s not to say I like rough sex at all, because I don’t exactly. But I do enjoy being, well, ‘taken’, I guess is the right word.

It might sound a little contradictory but it’s not at all really, at least it’s not when you consider it in a clinical way. Anyone who tries to blacken my eyes or anything ridiculous like that will find out pretty quickly what ten years of serious karate training will get them for their trouble.

But I don’t have to be treated like a porcelain doll, either. I won’t break and I don’t mind a playful slap on the bottom when the mood is right. In fact, if you can actually get me over your knees, you can be sure I’ll be on mine after that, for anything else you might like, and for as long as you might like it. That’s a sure thing!

It almost sounds as if I have a submissive streak a mile wide and two miles deep, and every now and then I think I do. It’s a little difficult to explore it sometimes, though. Some people just don’t get it, and others sometimes try to take improper advantage of it in some ways. I had a boyfriend once though, who really knew me inside and out. He had me doing things I would never have thought possible at the time and he knew just how to play our little game.

But that’s what it was really; just a game, not a way of life. There was never any of that whole master and slave business, which I might not have minded at all actually, but it was still especially fun for me to have someone so obviously in control. Unfortunately, he’s a military guy and gets moved all over the world all the time, so I’ve never had the chance to really flesh out my submissive side the way I might like.

So, while it’s hardly a requirement to get me naked – I am a ‘sure thing’, after all – I often crave a dominant personality and a soft, commanding voice. And I’m hardly exclusive to men either. A strong, confident woman who knows what she wants and how to take it can make me just as wet as any hard guy can, much wetter in fact. I find that uncommon blend of delicate firmness and bold femininity more than just sexy, and positively melt at the mere thought of it, and even fantasize about it all the time.

That’s one reason my roommate is fascinating me so much lately. I’ve always thought of her as just that type of young woman. I’ve always respected and admired her for being so independent and able. She’s one of those grandly beautiful women, very high maintenance, even some kind of heiress and a runner-up Miss Whatever State it was she originally came from. Why she chooses to go to school here and live with me when she could go to an ivy league college, or live and go to school anywhere else in the world for that matter, is a very good question.

Her great, great, great, great grandfather invented the wheel or discovered fire or something monumental like that, so she grew up in a mansion with servants for every little thing; limos and drivers, summer and winter homes, that whole bit. She grew up being taught nothing in the world is too good for her in a place where it actually wasn’t. She’s not at all spoiled though, as I might have thought at one time, but she’s certainly used to having everything her way when she wants it.

Lately though, she’s just been acting like some kind of whipped pup, and it all began when she started dating Lance. He’s a handsome enough guy I guess, in an outdoorsy, rugged kind of way. But he’s a total asshole every minute of the day. He’s arrogant, boorish, and sometimes just plain mean. He’s an honest to goodness wiseguy too, if you can believe that, and I don’t mean a smartass either, though he’s that too.

In fact, he’s pretty dumb about all that if you ask me. He likes to brag all the time about his mob connections and tweaking the FBI’s collective nose. I don’t think he’s high up in any organization, if there actually is any kind of ‘organization’ around here. I don’t have any real idea. I think he’s just a petty crook, really. But guys like him who like to brag about it can only end up smelling dirt for good or the crack of some big Bubba’s ass for ten to twenty, if any of it’s true. And while I would never wish the former on anyone, he couldn’t be more deserving of the latter, believe me. I just hate that guy.

And he really should watch it or something like that just might happen, if it’s not just a big load of his usual crap. Like a lot of larger towns, there’s an FBI field office here and there’s even an agent who is a regular at the bar where I work. I know because I gave him a ride home one night after he’d had a few too many. Kathleen simply will NOT allow anyone who is too drunk even think about driving from First Bar.

We got pulled over that night because I was speeding just a little and it was really late. Well, Special Agent William MacDonough had that fancy badge of his whipped out in a flash, and the nice police officers had sent us on our merry way before I even had my top button undone or my best smile ready. So Lance really should watch what he says. Or, not would be good too. I just hate that guy.

I never saw what Kiran could possibly see in him in the first place. Even his name irritates me. Lance. How phallic can you get? He treats her like crap and goes out on her constantly, even hitting on me right in front of her all the time. And he’s nothing even remotely approaching subtle about it either. Why she puts up with it is beyond me, but she just smiles indulgently, like she knows some big secret I don’t, and I can hear her screaming and moaning from her room nights when I’m actually home.

She’s way too good for that jerk, but she just goes on and on about how huge his cock is and how he knows just how to use it over and over all night long. Nobody’s cock is that big if you ask me. I got so sick and tired of hearing about this huge dick connected to this huger asshole all the time.

“And he’s just dying to fuck you, Tammy,” she told me one night in all seriousness. I couldn’t believe it. “I don’t know why you won’t fuck him. He’s absolutely fabulous and you’re always such a sure thing.” She really meant it. Just unbelievable.

Now, before you get the wrong idea about Kiran and me, let me set you straight. Kiran is one hundred percent a guy’s girl. She has a body built for sex and an appetite for it to match, but she’s ‘strictly dickly’ as I’ve heard it put before. And while I would go down on her in a New York minute if she’d just invite me, I’ve never come on to her or anything like that.

We talk about everything, so she knows I like to play with girls as much as guys and isn’t put off by it at all. She even seems to think it makes her more ‘hip’ to have a bisexual roommate somehow. How she ever came to that particular conviction, I just don’t know. But she's my roommate, and my friend, not any kind of lover.

And this kind of behavior was just so completely out of character for her. For weeks she bugged and pestered me about fucking her good for nothing jerk of a boyfriend. It was relentless. She wasn’t proposing a threesome or anything like that, which I might have at least considered, if only for a few seconds. She was just keeping after me because Lance told her to, and what Lance wanted, Lance got, as far as Kiran was concerned. And what Lance wanted, was to fuck me.

“But I hate that guy!” I told her over and over.

“Once you’ve had that huge cock inside you, Tammy, you’ll never want another one. He has the sweetest cum you’ve ever tasted and gallons of it! And he’s just dying to fuck you. Come on Sweetie, come on, please...please...please?” Simply unbelievable.

Well, Lance isn’t the only guy on Earth who ever wanted to fuck me, just the last person on Earth I ever would, and Kiran isn’t the only wealthy person I know, maybe not even the wealthiest. It’s hard to say; she doesn’t flaunt it the way some do. There’s actually a lot of ‘old money’ in this town somehow, and strangely enough, several of those wealthy people come into our bar all the time.

It’s not that First Bar is an especially aristocratic place, not where you’d expect to rub elbows with the rich and famous or anything like that. But it is a really fun place and those that are regulars there are really good people, not the upper class snobs I think of when I think of rich people and all their ‘old money’.

I was at a little afternoon get together at Renee’s and Duane’s place one Saturday. They actually live pretty far out of town in a neighborhood that used to be a large plantation way back in the day when ‘cotton was king’, or maybe even several plantations. It’s a large, rolling and expansive neighborhood with lots of really big houses and huge, sprawling yards that are more like small estates.

It wasn’t one of Renee’s ‘special’ parties, which I understand are famous, though I can’t say I’ve ever spoken to anyone who has actually been to one; just to a lot people who know people who have, or people who know people who have heard all the juicy details of her latest. Sometimes I think those parties are just a myth, a legend told at the bar to amuse and awe the listener. Often enough though, those urban legends are based on a grain of truth, if maybe only a small grain. Who knows?

This was just a casual get together for a little afternoon drinking and swimming though. They often invite some of the First Bar staff and other regulars over for things like that. They’re good people and don’t act ‘rich’ at all, mingling with us working stiffs just like anybody else. I had to work that evening as a matter of fact, and was looking for a place to change out of my bikini so I could just go straight from there.

Renee pointed me toward a pool house, down a little path away from everything. And ‘house’ is right, it was bigger than our whole apartment. I thanked her, grabbing my bag, and went in to change. Well, guess who was there before me. I so wish they had locked that door now. I just hate that guy.

Lance was half standing and half leaning on the arm of a reclined, thickly padded patio lounger. It was laid back almost like a little bed. His shorts were bunched and gathered around one ankle and his legs were spread. His shirt was unbuttoned and open, and I have to admit it looked pretty good that way; a well muscled torso and a nicely defined chest, not too much hair but enough to be interesting. And for once the surprised smile on his face actually seemed genuine instead of that arrogant slash he usually keeps under his nose.

Kiran was squatting on her heels in front of him. The top of her sun dress was gathered around her waist and I could see her panties on the floor behind her. Her usually immaculately curled blonde hair was in some disarray from Lances hands, and her pretty face was busy in his lap. I wasn’t sure she heard me come in and I was just going to ignore them and quickly go to the bathroom to change.

But either she heard me or maybe Lance tapped her with his leg or something, and Kiran turned her head to smile at me too. Her smiles are always genuine, surprised or not. But that’s not what grabbed my attention at all. Her hands were sliding up and down the biggest, hugest, most magnificent cock I had ever seen in my life. I mean comic book big. Practical joke huge. It was simply....magnificent.

She had both her hands one atop the other like she was gripping a club or a bat, sliding up and down the length of it while she smiled at me. And she may as well have been gripping a club, a big one. There was plenty of room for at least another hand, maybe two, to slide up and down the length of that shaft. My hand, my hands. She turned a little sideways and her smile got even bigger. Unconsciously, I had taken a step toward them as I reluctantly dropped my bag.

No one spoke, as surely that would have broken whatever spell this was that I was under. Lance’s arrogant slash of a smile was back though, and Kiran’s had taken on a kind of ‘I told ya so’ look, which was totally deserved I now realized. I had only half believed what she told me about this guy. But seeing is definitely believing, as they say, and I hardly registered their looks as I stepped even closer to one of the most beautiful pieces of human art ever imaginable. It looked so luscious, so delicious, so very, very....big. Why did it have to be connected to that shit head? I just hate that guy!

But I was mesmerized I guess, and the next thing I knew I was standing beside Kiran, reaching slowly down to that gorgeous looking rod. I touched it almost reverently and automatically my fingers curled around it, or mostly around it. It was so warm, so smooth, so wet and slick from Kiran’s mouth, throbbing underneath my hand, almost bouncing. It felt beautiful. It felt virile. It felt glorious. How did I end up on my knees?

I don’t even remember getting this near them, let alone going to my knees. But there I was, slowly playing with this beautiful thing right beside Kiran. She made a little more room for me and began kissing that delicious looking head, pointing it a little toward me, and suddenly my lips were there too.

His head was warm and it pulsed with a life of its own as I began running my lips all over it, kissing and licking the tasty pre-cum that was glistening under my fingertips. She had been right about that too, dammit. It was sweet, delicious, and I licked for more.

“Aaaahhh,” Lance sighed leaning a little back, his hands going to our heads. “Two sluts, one blonde, one redhead.” That was the Lance I had come to know. I just hate that guy.

I hardly even heard though, as I slid my tongue down that long shaft, taking my time exploring, savoring this beautiful thing. I slowly licked my way farther down, my hand sliding easily along Lance’s shaft with Kiran’s. His balls hung like delicious eggs in a smoothly shaved sack and I caressed them gently with my tongue, then slowly pulled one into my hot mouth. It throbbed with vitality too, and it was wonderful. I caressed it gently with all my mouth, holding it easily.

He sighed again and I pulled it in just a little deeper, rolling it smoothly inside my mouth and around my tongue. Kiran had her lips wrapped around his head, sucking sweetly. I could see her tongue moving around inside her mouth as she circled it slowly. And I sucked gently too and hummed with that sweet egg in my mouth, and listened to Lance sigh. Oh, I hate that guy!

I slid my tongue back up his shaft, flattening it so I could feel every vein, every bump and ridge of this huge, warm sculpture. And Kiran and I met at his head. I had reached my hand up again, sliding up and down slowly as we pulled away just a little. I pressed my lips to Kiran’s and her eyes got a little big when she realized I was kissing her instead of Lance’s cock. Her surprise gave way to commitment though, and we kissed slowly in front of this gorgeous slab of cock as we stroked it gently together. I traced my tongue over her lips, then to Lances cock, then to her lips again.

Lance sighed even louder at that and I brought my lips back to that shiny head, pulling it into my wet mouth. It felt so alive, so vital, so real in my mouth. I twisted my tongue around it, swirling delicious pre-cum around, trying to take more inside me. But it was oh, so big. I stretched my lips and pressed down slowly, taking as much as I could, and still there was plenty more shaft left for Kiran to press her lips to. Her mouth traveled up and down kissing and licking as my lips moved.

I began sucking slowly, lifting and lowering my lips faster, trying to get more of this fabulous cock into my mouth. Kiran rose to her feet with a sigh and let her sun dress fall to the floor as she began kissing Lance and I sucked that beautiful cock while he moaned into her mouth. She caressed my hair a little as I bobbed up and down on that fabulous thing and she stepped around me, lying down on the lounger.

Lance placed both his hands under my chin and surprisingly gently lifted my lips off his cock, slowly pulling it out of my mouth. How dare he be so nice about it? I hate that guy!

I stood as he directed me to the front of the lounger where Kiran lay. I felt his hand in the small of my back and his huge cock brushed my thigh as I lay down on top of her. Her arms were open and her naked thighs slipped between mine as Lance untied the bottom of my bikini. It fell to the floor as Kiran untied my top and she spread her legs a little, which spread mine too.

I felt Lance’s huge tool sliding down the crack of my ass and gave an involuntary shudder. I couldn’t ever imagine a thing this size ever going in there! And I heard Kiran sigh underneath me as her legs spread a little wider. I swear I could feel his huge cock slowly going inside her. I could feel it underneath me, through her body, and mine, as he pushed deliberately in and filled her completely.

She groaned as he began to push in and then pull out slowly, and I felt his muscled abdomen pushing against my ass as he picked up speed. Kiran began thrashing beneath me, twisting and turning to get more of that huge cock inside her and I could feel her heart racing beneath my breasts. Her arms circled me, pulling me down on top of her as Lance fucked in and out of her faster. She twisted and turned and sighed beneath me, her nipples sliding under mine, and Lance fucked her and fucked her.

She gave a startled gasp when he pulled out of her quickly, and I could feel that huge head peeling my wet lips apart, opening me and sliding slowly into me. Aahh! I gasped too when he pushed deeper inside me. Kiran spread her legs a little more as Lance pushed himself in more fully. My hips raised off Kiran as more and more of that huge thing began to fill me and fill me and fill me.

I cried out loud when he began to fuck me fast, to fuck me hard. He gave me just enough time to almost get used to his size. His hands clutched at my ass while his cock slid in and out of me faster, and I raised and lowered myself on Kiran, wanting more. More of that huge cock that was making me so delirious. He fucked me harder and faster and I pressed my body to Kiran’s, holding on for dear life. And then it was gone so quickly.

Kiran pulled me onto her even more and Lance lifted her legs, lifting me at the same time, when he pushed his cock into her, fucking her hard, barely giving her time to get used to it again. My clit brushed over Kiran’s as she moved and she screamed out loud as Lance fucked her faster. And she began to grind her hips upward as she started cumming loudly, gulping when Lance’s cock was all the way insider her and yelling as he pulled out.

Our breasts crushed together as she pulled me tighter and tighter and I could feel that huge monster cock inside her as she screamed into my ear. She was still cumming when he pulled quickly out of her again and thrust his cock back into me. He wasn’t being gentle this time at all. He drove his cock deep into me, pounding inside me, finding places that had never known a human touch before.

I held tightly onto Kiran and groaned and sighed, holding still as possible as that huge thing cruised in and out of my dripping wet pussy. Fucking me hard, fucking me fast, just exactly the way I like it, Lance had his way with me and I hated it. But I loved it too, and couldn’t get enough. His hands gripped my ass and his cock drove in and out of me faster and harder and I took it like a good slut.

Whether by accident or by design, Lance pulled his huge cock out of me and slid it between our drenched pussies, gliding over both our clits at once, sending Kiran into gales of screams and pants. I looked down between our naked bodies and saw that huge shiny cock sliding between our bellies, dripping with cum from his head and shinier juices from the two of us. It pooled and spread over Kiran’s tight stomach then smeared over me as she thrust up and pulled me down.

I could feel my orgasm growing too and then Lance plunged all the way inside me again. All the way! Without warning, I felt that huge cock deep inside me, pushing me and pinning me on top of Kiran, fucking me harder and harder. It took my breath away as he pulled out and plunged in again, and again, and again. I skyrocketed into oblivion as I fucked back onto this gorgeous, huge cock grinding in and out of me. My clit pressed onto Kiran’s and Lance just fucked me and used me. I hated it and loved and wanted more and more. My traitorous pussy kept cumming and cumming.

Kiran and I were hardly able to move when Lance pulled quickly out of me again. But she pushed herself up, which pulled me up too, and I found myself on my knees again, right beside her. She knew the drill it seemed. Lance smiled wickedly down at the two of us as we began licking the sweet pussy juices off that bewitching shaft. I wanted to lick it from Kiran’s lips too when he looked to the ceiling and began slowly stroking that cock in front of us, sighing and breathing hard.

It pulsed and throbbed just before me as he gripped it tightly. It looked as big as a heart, pulsing and pumping right before my eyes. Lance groaned loudly as he bent his knees and thick, hot ropes of white cum began hosing both our faces. It was so warm, wet and delicious splashing on my lips. Thick white streams of delicious hot cum cascaded over Kiran’s pretty face and I closed my eyes when I saw Lance twitch his pulsing cock toward me again. And I turned my face left and right so I could feel it landing all over me.

Hot, white cum sprayed on my lips again and I opened my mouth, wanting all his delicious cream. Lance held his cock and pointed it down and thick splashes began landing first on my breast, then all over Kiran’s. I cupped my breasts and watched enraptured as a spray of hot cum landed all over them, then I rubbed that sweet stuff all over me with trembling hands. He brought his cock up again and splashed us yet again with even more delicious hot cum.

Finally though, Lance gave a very satisfied sigh, deigning to finally allow Kiran to take his cock into her lips now, and then it was my turn. I swallowed the delicious cum in my mouth and sucked gently for more, wanting more, and went down on that beautiful thing, savoring every second, every inch. But he pulled slowly from my lips and stepped back from us.

Kiran and I were drenched with sweat and covered with thick cum. She was right about that too. I had never seen so much! It painted her from her eyes to below her full breasts in thick shiny coats. I knew I had to look the same and wished I could see it. I would have dived right on top of her and set to licking and swallowing each glistening drop if her eyes hadn’t gone to Lance so quickly.

I looked up too then, and Lance was zipping up his shorts, tucking away the sunrise. But that arrogant slash of a smile was there too, all satisfied with himself and even looking condescending now. “Come on Kiran. Hurry and get cleaned up. We have to go,” he said, so very smugly. And then he just turned and went out the door, and was gone. I just hate that guy!

Kiran sniffed, and she and I went to the bathroom to wash all that cum off us. She was so quiet, looking deeply into her own thoughts as we rinsed out the washcloths in the sink. I hoped I would be spared explaining that to Renee. My thoughts were much more shallow than Kiran’s, I guess. I happened to catch her eye in the mirror, but I think she was looking for mine herself.

“You know what he’s going to make us do next, don’t you?” Her eyes looked far away, like she could already see that day in her mind. And she looked none to gleeful about it. I knew just what she was talking about of course, and I’m ashamed to say I saw that day in my mind too, but greedily looked forward to it for a few seconds. Just the few seconds it took me to really see what was on her face, the hurt, the regret. She looked so sad in her resignation that it made me feel just two inches tall.

She gave me the tiniest smile, putting the best face on it she could. It was like a ‘well, whaddaya gonna do?’ kind of shrug. “I’m just glad it’s you,” she said. But her heart wasn’t really in it at all. She didn’t want to be with another girl, me or anyone else. She simply had no interest in eating a pussy. She just wasn’t that way. But she was going to, like it or not. Because Lance was going to make her.

I made up my mind right then that no asshole like Lance was ever going to make me do anything, gorgeous cock or not. And somehow, I was going to get Kiran out of it too. I just hate that guy!


Well, is she a nut or a slut? One thing is sure. Lance really is a big dick! Hope you enjoyed it....Tammy will be back for more and I hope you will too.