3 comments/ 20656 views/ 5 favorites Hate Fuck By: lissylover1 So, I don't know how many people are familiar with the term or idea of a "hate fuck," but it's something my friends and I have referred to all through high school, college, and even well into adulthood. For those who've never heard of it, I suppose I owe a definition, especially to avoid any misconceptions about what it is. Briefly, it is a consensual sexual encounter in which an arrogant and stuck-up female used to getting her own way in everything is gently but firmly dominated by the male. A written definition might work for some people, but I suppose the best way to really get the point across is with a story about a real-life hate fuck. So here it is. For me, that one woman who has consistently gotten under my skin with her pretentious attitude is my brother's wife, Kim. She's one of those women who knows she's hot and, when coupled with the fact that she comes from a very well to do family, results in her walking around with her nose in the air and generally putting down all those around her who she feels do not match her standards. When she's around me and the rest of my family, which thankfully isn't very often, we tend to be the target of her off-handed and usually derogatory comments. A couple weeks ago, for example, my brother-in-law and his lovely wife visited our home for a few days as it is roughly the halfway point between their home in Georgia and their vacation home in Northern Maine. The day they arrived just happened to be the same day that Lissy, my beautiful wife, and I purchased our new car. Shortly after they arrived and had a chance to unwind from the road, we all went outside to help our guests unload their luggage. Before we brought the bags in, my brother-in-law, Chris, stopped to inspect the car, remarking at how much he liked it. As most guys probably would, Chris and I popped the hood to take a look at the engine and we continued to banter back and forth about the features of our new vehicle. Meanwhile, Kim and Lissy had moved to the trunk of their car, making small talk and waiting for Chris and I to finish. Apparently we took too long for Kim, because she abruptly interrupted our conversation. "Chris, come on please. It's just a Chevy. Move these bags into the house; I'm tired of standing around out here." Lissy and I glanced at each other in shock as Chris turned away from the new Tahoe and dutifully walked to the back of his Lexus, shouldered the two duffel bags Kim pointed at, and marched off towards the front door of our house. Kim slammed the trunk and strode after him, hardly looking to her left or right as she went. Later that same night, Chris and I were sitting around having a few beers and talking about the upcoming college football season. We were in the midst of a heated but friendly debate over whether this year's national champion would come from the Southeastern Conference while the ladies talked separately. Then, Lissy, wanting to show off her knowledge of the game to her brother, (something that makes me very proud), interjected a comment about the University of Florida's prospects. She had hardly finished speaking when Kim again made her presence known. "Well, I hope you don't expect any commentary from me on this subject," she said, getting up from her chair. "I have much better things to do with my time than waste energy and brain cells on discussing the actions of a bunch of uneducated criminal types. Come and find me when you decide to talk about something a little more stimulating." And with that, she left the room. To me, it even sounded like she stomped her feet as she headed up the stairs. "I guess I better follow her," Chris said as he drained his bottle of beer, a hint of irritation in his voice. And up the stairs he went. The next night, we took our guests out to dinner. In the past, we had taken Chris and Kim to one of our favorite barbecue restaurants and a return trip had become one of Chris's standing requests for when they came to visit us. We pulled into a parking spot and Chris and Kim swung in beside us. I hadn't even had time to shut the engine off when Kim rolled down her window and motioned me to do the same. I must admit, I complied with a bit of hesitancy, expecting the worst. "I'm not eating here," she said flatly. "Don't you people have something a bit more upscale?" At this remark, I lost my cool. I suppose it had been building for a while with her previous antics, but this was too much. "Sure we do Kim, and I'd be happy to point them out to you, right after we're finished eating some delicious barbecue. Your husband likes this place, I like this place, and Lissy likes this place. You said you liked it too, the last few times we've been here. Quit making things harder than they need to be and go along with what the group wants. It's not all about you." Kim stared back at me for a minute, then got out of the car and walked to the door of the restaurant. "Nice job, baby," Lissy said, squeezing my hand. I was worried my outburst might put a damper on the rest of the evening, but it didn't. In fact, I think it loosened things up. After dinner, we returned to the house and spent a few hours talking and relaxing. A couple times through the evening, I caught Kim looking at me a bit strangely, but I didn't think anything of it. By 11 or so, everyone retired to bed. I arose very early the next morning and headed downstairs to the basement where I have a minigym set up. It's a treadmill, a pull-up bar mounted on the wall, and a bunch of free weights. I had just finished a good 30 minute run on the treadmill and stepped off to begin my lifting routine when I heard the door to the room creak slightly, as if someone was slowly opening it. I turned to look but didn't see anyone; the door was still pretty much closed. I selected the dumbbell I needed and moved to the lifting bench, when I heard the door creak again. This time when I looked I almost dropped the weight on my foot because of surprise. Kim stood in the doorway, wearing what looked like the bottoms to her bikini bathing suit paired with a sports bra. "Good morning," she said a hint of nervousness in her voice. "I wanted to get a workout in, but didn't feel like going to the sports club, so I thought I'd just do it here. I hope you don't mind." "No, not at all," I replied, stretching the truth a bit. "Are you sure this place meets your standards?" She smiled sheepishly. "I'm sorry for last night. I guess I was a bit over the top. Can you forgive me?" "I could forgive you easier if it was just last night," I responded. "But it seems like you act like that all the time when you're around my family and I." "I guess I am a little hard to take some times," she admitted, looking down at the floor. "Other people have said the same thing. I don't know how to change," she trailed off as if deep in thought. "Well, you certainly do need to change some things, but you're not the only one who needs to change their behavior," I stated without really thinking about what I was doing. "What do you mean?" she asked, moving into the room and sitting down on a folding chair in the corner. "For one thing, your husband should stop giving in to your every demand. I believe we should treat our wives and girlfriends like princesses, but he's ridiculous. He just lets you walk right over him without blinking an eye. Does he ever take charge?" "No, not really. I don't let him. I tend to dominate every part of the marriage." "That's a problem," I replied. "If you don't mind me asking, what about in the bedroom?" She blushed. "There too," she stated, "and that's actually becoming a bit of a problem." "Why?" "Well, don't get me wrong, it's nice to get whatever you want exactly the way you want it, most of the time. But, there are those times when I wish he'd step up and take charge. You know, change things up a bit." She paused, clearly trying to collect her thoughts. "I have to say, when you spoke to me the way you did at the restaurant, it kinda turned me on." Now it was my turn to blush. "You never had a man take charge of things?" I asked. "I won't say never, but it's been a REALLY long time and I almost forget what it was like." By this time, all sorts of thoughts were running through my head and, yes, my cock was beginning to get hard. All I could think of was how great it would be to give her the opportunity to be on the receiving end of a bit of domination. "Like I said," she continued, interrupting my thoughts, "your response to me last night made me wet and, probably the horniest I've been in a long time." She paused, "I want you to do something about it." She blushed again and looked away. "I see," I replied. "Are you sure?" "Very," she answered. "Well, I don't really care what you want," I said. The smile disappeared from her face and she got up to leave. "It's about what I want and how you are going to give me exactly what I want." She stopped in the doorway. "Now, get over here," she took two steps towards me. "No," I said, "crawl over here." "What?" she asked, a little confused. "You heard me, crawl over here." She complied. When she got to my feet, she sat down on the floor on her ass. I think she thought I was going to tell her to lay on her back and spread her legs for the usual missionary treatment she got from Chris, so when I told her to kneel, she was a bit caught off guard. I pulled down my shorts and underwear; the latter thoroughly soaked with sweat from my run, and positioned my now extremely hard cock just inches from her face. "Now suck it," I commanded. She hesitated for a moment, so I gently pushed her head towards my cock. She opened her mouth and took me deep inside. It felt heavenly! It only lasted a minute, though, because she quickly pulled away, looking up at me with a bit of uncertainty in her eyes. "Kim, I said suck it now," and again pushed her head towards my cock, this time with a little more firmness until her lips brushed against my shaft. Again I was deep inside her mouth. And this time she began to bob her head up and down. She gently began to swirl her tongue and make those soft slurping noises I love to hear so much. "You know, I really need a shower, my cock is so sweaty and nasty. You like sucking dirty cock, though, don't you?" She pulled her mouth away again and softly said yes. "Why don't you try that again," I replied. "This time I want you to speak in a complete sentence and I want you to have a mouthful of cock. She did as she was told, her lips and tongue struggling to say the words as they battled my cock for space in her pretty little mouth. After another minute or so of sucking, I decided that Kim needed something a little more to really get the true taste of what it was like to be on the receiving end of orders. "Stand up and take off those panties," I commanded. She did as instructed. "Now, down on all fours. It's time you're treated like a little slut." She giggled, "I like that," she breathed. "Make me your slut." "You like being a slut?" I asked, kneeling down behind her and positioning the head of my cock in her slit, which was now very wet. I rubbed the shaft of my cock across her clit, listening to her breathing quicken and feeling her muscles tighten from the stimulation. "You like being a slut?" I repeated. "Yeah, I do. Do me like a dirty little slut." "You must have forgotten what this was all about," I said, continuing to rub my cock on her clit. "See, I'm in charge here. And that means I control everything. That includes making the decision on what you'll be called and how you'll be treated. Since you like being a slut so much, I'm changing my mind. I'm going to fuck you like the little bitch you are. How do you like that? Do you like being a little bitch?" With that I parted her pussy lips with two fingers and slammed my dick in her sopping wet cunt. "Don't call me that," she protested, turning her head to look at me. "Come on little bitch, move those hips for me." She did as she was told; wiggling to the left and right and then slamming her hips back to meet my thrust. I continued to fuck her, pounding away at her tight little fuckhole, my balls slapping against the bottom of her ass. I could tell she was getting close to cumming and felt my own orgasm building. I reached up and grabbed a handful of her brown hair, stopping my thrusts as I did. "Why are you stopping?" she asked breathlessly, wiggling her hips. "I've stopped because your not acting like a bitch. Until you do, I'm not finishing or letting you cum." "What do I need to do?" "A bitch is a female dog. And I'm fucking you doggy-style. So any guesses on what you need to do?" She didn't answer, just continued to gently rock those hips back and forth. "Bark, bitch. I want to hear you bark. The better you bark, the harder I pound that pussy of yours." To my surprise, she yelped a little, just like a little puppy, and I rewarded her with a few good thrusts. "Come on, if you want to cum, you need to do better than that." She barked a few times more, and I resumed thrusting. She barked a few times more and I knew she was close to cumming. I increased my speed and gave a good hard yank on the handful of hair I had been holding. She gave a short sharp scream, followed by one last bark, and then lurched backwards, her body wracked by the orgasm that washed over her. I put my hands on her hips, pushed her away, and shot my cum all over her lower back. A stream of it ran down between her ass cheeks and dripped onto the floor. "How did you like that?" I asked. "It was great on a number of levels," she panted. "I promise I'll be a little nicer. I really didn't like it when you called me a bitch and made me do the barking." "I knew you wouldn't. That was the whole point. Now you know what it feels like to be ordered around all the time." I helped her to her feet and handed her the bikini bottoms before getting dressed myself and heading upstairs for a shower. Hate Fuck: A Relationship Saver I had been dating this girl, Casey, off and on throughout high school and college and out last stint had been a little over two years, but we got into a huge fight concerning life goals and plans and decided to break it off. I was 24, getting ready to graduate at the end of the semester with my computer engineering degree and I had been offered a big job across the country. She didn't want to leave the state and wanted me to turn the job down to be with her. This started the fight that ended it all. I hated her so much for making me choose between a job and her. I had thought we would spend the rest of our lives together, but I couldn't justify giving up an opportunity to have a career that was well paying and allowed me to do what I loved to do. It had been about 2 weeks since we had spoken when I got a phone call from her. I debated about answering it, but with a big sigh I did. She told me that she had my stuff together in her apartment and asked that I would come and get it. I agreed to swing by after class and pick it up. I arrived at her apartment a couple hours later and knocked on the door. Her 5'9", skinny body answered the door, blonde hair pulled back in a ponytail. She was wearing a tiny white tank top that barely made its way to her belly button and her 36C breasts were being contained by some sort of witchcraft. She had on these little, short, blue, knit shorts that barely covered her ass. I had clearly interrupted her work out; her tanned skin was glistening with sweat. A wave went through my body, God did she look hot, I thought to myself. She let me in and I went to collect my things, she had placed them on the couch and offered me a box to put them in. As I packed she was talking to me and asking me how life was and when I was planning on moving out of state, you know the basic small talk. She seemed to be fairly civil about everything; I had thought this would turn into another huge fight. Just when I thought I was going to get out of there she said something that stopped me dead in my tracks. "So I'm going to start dating again, you know to see what I missed all these years," she said and then immediately knew that was a bad move. It was clear she was just thinking of ways to get under my skin and just let it slip. I stared at her for a few seconds and then my anger got the best of me. I started shouting about how she ruined my life's plans and how I had given her everything she ever wanted and then some. She shot back, defending herself and giving me a pretty big ear full. She got in my face screaming at me and out of nowhere I just kissed her. The mix of emotions, adrenaline, the fact she looked so fucking hot, and two weeks without any female interaction got the better of me and I could not control myself. I pulled away and she just looked at me, I could tell her wheels were turning as she just tried to make sense of what happened. "Fuck you!" she said while gasping for air and lunged at me and letting her tongue dive deep into my mouth. We both fell to the floor with her lying on top of me pinning me down. She kissed me like a mad women only coming up for air to scream at me: "you fucking asshole"...kiss... "you made lay alone and cry myself to sleep"...kiss ... "you talked about a future together, you fucked it up!"...kiss... "I hate you so fucking much"...kiss... "I can't even make myself fucking cum anymore because of your fucking wild tongue and big fucking cock! I hate you!" She had been grinding against my cock the whole time and her shorts were soaked through and my pants had a huge damp spot all over the crotch. The smell in the room was intoxicating; the strong aroma of her wetness that had soaked both of us, the beads of sweat that now covered us and the faint floral scent of the body spray she used. I was overwhelmed by it all, I hated her and even more so now, but my dick throbbed and I was so horny at this point nothing could stop me. She stood up and yanked me up with her, throwing my shirt off in the process and then bit down on my shoulder and neck. This was never a turn on for me but it drove me wild the harder she bit and the more she sucked on my next the move waves of pleasure pain washed over me. She pushed me back down onto the couch this time and ripped my pants off, letting my cock spring free. "Fucking hell I missed that dick," Casey said, her bright blue eyes staring at me with a hunger for desire. She dropped to her knees and took my cock into her mouth and began sucking fiercely. I could see she had worked her way down with her one hand and was finger herself under her shorts. A few glorious minutes of her tongue dancing on my cock and licking up and down my balls was the final warm up she needed. She jumped up and yanked off her shorts, exposing her freshly waxed pussy which shined in the light with her wetness. Her eyes were locked on mine, the flames of lust burning bright. "Don't you fucking dare cum before me and deny me this orgasm you fucking son of bitch," Casey said, almost growling at me. I felt her pussy slide over my cock. She was tighter than I ever remember her being and the warmth and wetness felt amazing. It had been probably a month or so since we'd actually had sex, and I had a hard time pushing all the way in. She screamed out and she forced herself to take my dick deep insider her. She got right to work as soon as I was fully in. Her hips started to rotate as she began her wild ride and I sat back knowing that I was in for a long, hard fuck. Casey started slowly, running her nails down my chest and arching her back as she moaned out with pleasure. I grabbed her ass as she rode me and ran my hands up and down her back, scratching her just to make her scream out. I felt her starting to speed up and with my hands on her ass, we developed a rhythm which continued to be more rapid and harder with every thrust of her hip. It was nothing but pure hatred and lust mixed together, she wanted the frustration of the past few weeks' events to be fucked out of her in a wave of ecstasy. Her screams were becoming louder and dirtier as the pass quickened, "I'm your little fucking slut aren't I? You like fucking my tight little pussy don't you? Just think this could have been all yours to fuck day and night! Now I get to be the filthy fucking whore I am and share my pussy with everyone!" As bad as it sounded coming from her, I found myself even more turned on then I already was, which I didn't think was possible. I ripped her tank top off, letting her glorious tits break free and began sucking her nipples hard. This evoked a huge moan of pleasure as she raked her nails down my back. She grabbed the back of my head and tried to rip me away by my hair but I just kept sucking her little, pink, hard nipples. She eventually arched back and ripped her tits free from my lips. She suddenly slowed and stopped her thrust and grabbed me by the neck and pulled me close to her face. Her expression was one of annoyance and anger, "why haven't you made me cum?" She ripped her nails up the back of my neck, causing me to grunt with discomfort. She started yelling at me, telling me how useless I was and how I was just being selfish like I always had been. By this point I was angry too. I stood up, still deep inside of her pussy and her body wrapped around me. I freed her from my dick and threw her on the couch. "I'm going to fuck that hate out of you, you little slut!" I barked at her. I jumped down on top of her and put her legs on my shoulder, slamming my cock back deep inside her. She screamed out as I entered her and dug her nails deep into my back, "fuck me like the slut I am you son of a bitch!" That's all I needed to hear and I began to savagely fuck her as hard and as fast as I could, I have no idea how I didn't explode inside of her right there and then but I held on. I channeled my anger and frustration into every thrust I pounded into her and she knew it. She was continuously screaming and moaning primal sounds at this point and I knew she had to be close. "Rub you clit you little bitch," I ordered. She complied and began working her hand as fast and my thrusts were slamming her. Within seconds a huge wave of pleasure washed over her and her body began shaking, "Fuck I'm going to cum! Your little slut is going to cum!" she screamed out at the top of her lungs. I felt her pussy tighten around my cock and I slowed my thrusts. I felt her cum running down my shaft and balls. I pulled out and watched little spurts continue to poor out her pussy. Casey was lying there, panting and shaking with ecstasy letting out little moans as her body was awash in a sea of pleasure. I wasn't done yet though, I still had a rock solid cock that was ready to bust. I flipped her over and without missing a beat I slid cock into her ass, which glided in with ease as it was thickly coated in her cum. She yelped out as I entered her and then pulled her ass apart and pushed it up into the air to make it easier. She was never that much into anal, but she knew this was going to be her punishment and she was going to accept it. I began pounding her ass, her little asshole that was even tighter than her pussy. Casey grunted, moaned and screamed as my cock explored the depths of her ass. "Fuck my ass, punish this naughty little slut for fucking your life up!" she growled at me. This drove me wild and I felt the wave building, I knew I was close. Casey suddenly shouted out, "Fuck you're going to make me cum again! Keep going, cum in my ass, I need to fucking cum!' Just as I reached my breaking point so did she. Casey collapsed onto the couch screaming loudly, lying on her stomach, with my cock still buried deep in her ass. Her asshole clenched tightly, drawing my dick in and holding it as I delivered my load, unleashing my hot cum throughout her ass. I pulled out, leaving a little cum inside her ass crack. I knew she felt dirty, but Casey was just lying there shaking and moaning. I was exhausted and sat up on couch, my dick aching from its intense performance. I looked at my phone; we had been at it almost two hours. I couldn't believe how much the hate had extended our stamina; we had never fucked for two straight hours when we were together. After a few minutes Casey finally sat up and looked at me. She let out a deep breath, "holy shit that was unreal." I nodded in agreement, "yes it was, we never did that while we were together." "Look" she said looking me square in the eye, the hate drained from her. "I know you don't want to be together since we both want different things in life, I understand that. I was just so angry with everything that happened and I was acting like a selfish bitch. I shouldn't make you choose, it's your life." "How about we talk all this out after a shower and some sleep," I said. Epilogue: Here it is about 8 weeks after that happened. We both fell asleep that night and woke up the next morning and we spent the next several days talking things over. We both had done a lot of stupid things which led up to our breakdown and we both needed to get it all out in the open. There was more arguing during that time, but it always ended with us fucking like animals. I have since taken a different job locally that pays better, has better benefits and will have me flying back and forth to the UK once I graduate in a couple weeks, which I love since I spent the first 8 years of my life outside of London. Casey and I are together and she moved into my house to see how it would work. She's got her life back on track too and just completed nursing school. We both know that we still have things to work on before we starting talking about a next step, but our relationship is completely different now and I feel we are both more on the same page instead of being in different books altogether. Looking back on it, I never thought a hate fuck would change my relationship but I suppose stranger things have happened. Our sex life now is out of this world too and I might post some other stories in the future and see if maybe she would be willing to share one.