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Poor Melinda Ch. 01

By: Scrumble



This is a story about a white, upper middle class man who tries to seduce a poor black girl he considers to be beneath him but it all goes erotically wrong.

It involves teasing, humiliation, bondage, interracial sex. No pain or heavy stuff.

The sex is slow in starting because I think the characters' behavior and attitudes are important to achieve the intended sexual effect.

Chapter 01

I'm sitting in this bar downtown. I live in the suburbs but my company had an offsite meeting at a hotel down the street and, not being familiar with this area, I thought I'd checkout a local bar for a change before driving home.

I notice a black girl there with some of her friends sitting around a table. She's chubby and looks fairly poor. We're not in a poor part of town but I know this area is bordered by some poorer neighborhoods. Her hair is pulled back and held by some kind of clip or scrunchie from which her hair explodes in a cascade of tight curls.

Her and her friends are not fashionably dressed. She's wearing a tight red t-shirt with a wide open neckline that's tight enough to let you know exactly how much extra skin she carries. I think a more sensible woman would wear looser fitting clothes. She's got a big gaudy purse, zebra striped with big gold buckles and clasps. And she's packed into these jeans with ratty ... I don't know much about shoes ... these ratty canvas shoes.

She's not what I would normally go for by a long shot. I'm white, live in a fairly nice neighborhood. I like thin, pretty women - mostly white. I've got nothing against black girls, I find Halle Berry to be super hot, I just don't meet them often. And I rarely find plump woman hot.

The thing that's getting me are her breasts. They're large and round and full of motion. Unfortunately there's a prominent roll of belly fat beneath her boobs which is as clearly delineated by that tight shirt as her tits are. As I said, I'm not into chubbies but, if a girls' boobs are big enough that she still appears to be woman-shaped - that is, breasts out further than her belly, I can overlook it.

She seems to be having a lot of fun talking to friends. She laughs a lot and her boobs shake. Large boobs on heavier women usually sag but I think I see hints of her nipples under the t-shirt and these still look perky.

I can't stop taking peeks at her. I wonder if she's a regular here. A song came on the jukebox that she likes and both arms go up into the air and with a "woooo!" she twists her arm in the air as if she's trying to spin a hula hoop and her boobs sway side to side. I gasp at the sight and start to harden. God. Nice.

I try to be inconspicuous as I watch her. She's not that pretty until she smiles. Then she gets these cute dimples. She's got a gap between her front teeth. And nice full brown lips begging for a kiss. I wonder what it would be like to kiss that mouth, to be sucked on by that mouth. Although mostly I wonder what it would be like to hold her body against mine and feel those big breasts pressed against my chest - to see those naked breasts undulate while I slowly slide my penis in and out of her vagina.

Now she appears a little bored. Her friends are talking and laughing while she rests her head in one hand. She looks around the bar while she absentmindedly flicks a long dangly earring with the index finger of the hand supporting her head. Her other hand holds her now empty drink. Suddenly her eyes fall on mine and her finger stops. I should look away but I don't for a second or two. She doesn't look away either so I have to break eye contact and look elsewhere.

I avoid looking at her for a few minutes but there's nothing else of interest in this bar and I'm dying to see what those tits might do next. So soon I'm back to taking short careful glances although I'm still caught every few minutes. But I catch her looking sometimes too so... is this some game we're playing?

I start to fantasize ... Maybe her friends leave but she stays and one of us gets the nerve to talk to the other. Or maybe she goes to the bathroom and when I see her leave the bathroom to return to her table I get up, like I have to use the bathroom, so we can make eye contact and start to talk. I'm nice to her and flatter her. Listen to what she has to say. She'll be receptive because she probably doesn't get to meet a lot of people like me: men who are fit, with some money, a new car, a nice condo. She's just lucky I have a thing for breasts like that. Shouldn't be too hard to convince her to meet me somewhere alone, if she's available. She might even get extra freaky to impress me.

One thing I do know though... I would never want to date her. I'm not shallow. Tits like that might get me for the night but she'd have to have a lot more than tits going on to have a relationship with me.

I take another look over at her and I catch her looking at me again. Before I can look away she smiles. She does have a pretty smile. So I smile back and at that she turns to her friends and says something and starts to get out of her seat.

Shit. Now I'm nervous. Should I try something? She's grabbing her purse! If she goes to the bathroom should I follow, or try to catch her on the way back? Shit I don't know what to do.

As she stands up she looks a little better. Her belly is still prominent and it hangs a little over her belt line but it's not the roll it was when she was hunched over. And her tits, they look proud. She's got some nice round hips too.

Double shit! She's coming this way! I quickly look down at my drink and I realize how rude and un-inviting that appears. I thought I wanted to meet her and, if I do, I'm getting the best and easiest chance. Right now! It would be stupid to blow it. If something happens that I don't like I can always get up and leave. No one knows me here. So I look back at her and smile but I feel fairly sure I don't look confident. That's the consequence of letting her make the first move I guess.

As she takes her last few steps towards the empty barstool next to me she says "Well?"

Poor Melinda Ch. 02



As she takes her last few steps towards the empty barstool next to me she says "Well?"

"I'm sorry, excuse me?"

"You ever gon'say somthin' or you jes'look at me all night?"

"uhhh..."

"UHHHH..." she mocks, eyes open wide and lips sneering. I look down at my drink.

She laughs "I'm jes'fucking witchew" and she starts to sit on the stool next to me. "Buy me a drink" she says as she pops her big purse up on the bar.

I wave the bartender over. When she gets there I turn back, looking first at the boobs I now have the opportunity to see up close and then quickly scan up to her face "what would you like?"

She just turns to the bartender and says "Sex on the Beach".

As the bartender walks a way I turn back to her tits. I'm getting a great side view now because she's looking into her purse and digging through it with both hands. Although I can also see the roll of belly fat which has returned now that she's sitting down again.

Without looking at me she asks "So what's your name?"

"Uh, Mike", my name is Dave.

"So UHHH-Mike, tell me somethin'." she turns back to me with a pack of cigarettes in her hand "You wanna get yo'hands on these titties?"

"umm, NO. uh it's not... I'm not... " I stutter finding it hard to plausibly deny the truth.

She starts to smile, or smirk is more accurate. She interrupts "Naw naw naw you were lookin and you weren't always lookin at my eyes!" and laughs.

I smile as I pause to compose myself, then continue "they're really nice though".

"Why thanks Mikey."

'that was smooth' I think as she gets a cigarette out of the crumpled pack and starts to light it. The bartender delivers her drink and I'm beginning to suspect I'm not going to have anything to say. Nothing's occurring to me. What the hell should I talk about?

Dropping her lighter back into her purse she looks back and be and takes a long drag. I see those nice brown lips pursed around the cigarette. "So, what do you do?" she asks.

Aw, perfect! Chicks always want to know this of course but I don't think I've ever been with a chick who's as likely to be impressed as this one. I know I just lied about my name but I was truthful about everything from that point on. I told her what I did, I told where I went to college, what neighborhood my condo is in. Anything I could think of to paint myself as a catch with enough filler info to prevent it from all sounding too braggy.

I think she was impressed. She laughed at my occasional jokes and threw in the occasional "Ohhh!" or "Dat's nice" between long drags on her cigarette.

The best thing about her asking what I do is, I knew just how to send the conversation back in her direction: "So what do you do?"

"Hair and nails. I know this woman own a shop and I do hair and nails there".

Ugh, I knew nothing about hair and nails and cared even less but she liked talking about it which took the conversational pressure off of me. She doesn't like the woman she works for, thinks she's being screwed out of tips or something and doesn't get enough of the ... I don't know. Something. I didn't think it could get more tedious but...

"But I'd like to do people's charts"

"What?"

"Astrology?"

"Oh oh oh, I see"

"Yeah, I actually make some money doing that. Actually, fo $20 I could do yo chart."

"Oh no... that's ok"

"No?" she asked stubbing out the butt.

"Maybe sometime.... Just not tonight." I smile.

"Oh OK!" she smiled like maybe she's got a future client here as she fished another cigarette out of the pack.

"What I been thinking though is getting into Tarot cards" but she pronounced Tarot as if it rhymed with carrot. In fact, it was so jarring to hear it pronounced that way that I'm going to spell it that way for the rest of the story.

"Really?"

"Yeah. There's more people doing astrology so, not as much business as I would like". She paused to light the second cigarette and, picking up her drink, continued "also, when you think about it, astrology is all based on when you were born, like nothing ever changes after that but Tarrot cards, that's all about the here and now". Long drag.

"Yeah, I see."

If the conversation were more interesting I wouldn't feel such a tremendous pull to look down at her breasts which were never gone from my mind for long. They looked great. Those were definitely nipples pointing slightly upward and not at the floor like you'd expect. I tried to sneak in subtle glances while keeping my gaze primarily on her less interesting face.

"Not that I don't believe in astrology. I do. I seen it work WAY too many times not to believe in it but... you know?"

"Yeah yeah yeah. It's based on what you're going though now."

"You ever had a Tarrot reading?"

"No"

"It's pretty cool" she paused to take another drag as she looked over the liquor bottles behind the bar. She took a quick glance over her shoulders where her friends were and turning back to the bar blew a huge plume of smoke into the air like an old steam locomotive.

"I spent so much money on astrology books though".

"Uh huh, are those friends of yours?"

"Yeah, sort of. we met down here to say goodbye to Kiara. She moving back home to Georgia. But she gone now and I don't know the others too good"

Just then another black woman approached us from the direction of the bathroom. I recognized her from the group of people we were just talking about. She came up behind my new big titted friend and got her attention by putting her hands on her shoulders and saying "Hey girl! You doin' alright?"

Spinning around in her chair, she answered "Yeah, I'm alright. Jes'talking". The new girl looked at me momentarily, she was thin and cute, and then bent over a bit and said something unintelligible to miss "tarrot cards" who then turned her back to me so they could have a somewhat private conversation.

I turned back to face the bar and dealt with my beer while they chatted. There was some laughter and more chatting. Sounded like they were talking about someone over at the table. Finally the volume picked up and it sounded like they were ending the conversation. I looked over to see if it was true and miss thin-and-pretty had stood back up. They were saying their goodbyes. She looked at me briefly and then back at her then said "have fun you two" before heading back to the table. I took that as encouraging.

We turned towards each other. She reached over to get her drink saying "Wanda think you cute!" and then took a sip.

"Really?!" I said smiling. Now Wanda is someone I could get more enthusiastic about.

"Un-huh"

I almost said 'I think Wanda's cute' but stopped myself. Wanda didn't have tits like these which I still wanted to see.

"I think you cute too" She added.

'Oh yes!' I thought smiling wider, this is going somewhere nice. She looked at me while she took a final drag on her cigarette and turned to stub it out. She's leaving it to me to make the next obvious move. I need to suggest we get out of here.

I opened my mouth to do just that and then realized, this is going to be more difficult than I thought. I don't want to take her back to my place. I don't think I want her to know exactly where I live. That hotel down the street would be an obvious choice, I could spring for a room, but there might still be people from work there and I don't want to have to explain her to anyone. Her place is probably the least objectionable to me although, I don't know where she lives. Will my car be safe there? I can't just invite myself over. I had to say something.

"Are you interested in getting out of here?" I finally ask.

"Sure. Where to?" She picked up her cigarette pack and started looking for another cigarette.

"I don't know. I'm not familiar with the area. You want to go to another bar?"

Discovering no cigarettes left in the pack she crinkled it up and dropped it on the bar. She looked at me and started to chew her lower lip as she thought. She quickly scanned me up and down again and said "You wanna come back to my place?"

'Yes!' I thought. It's all falling into place. I'm going to see those titties, fuck her or get a BJ, and hopefully NOT sleep there. "Sure! ... OK"

"Jes' one thing – I didn't drive, so we gonna have to take yo car. OK?"

"That's good with me!" I can't stop grinning. I can feel it now, she's going to make a move on me in the car. I'll get my hands on her boobs and kiss that sweet full mouth.

"Jes' let me tell my friends we goin"

"OK"

She slid down off the barstool, grabbed her purse and headed back to her friends. I left enough money on the bar to cover the bill and started to put my jacket on.

I saw her explaining to her friends. She gestured with her thumb over her shoulder in my direction but she didn't invite me over to meet them - which was a relief. After a few jokes back and forth she turned around to head back and her boobs did an awesome side-to-side wobble that again had me starting to erect.

I was smiling when she returned to me and I raised a hand to her back to gently guide her to the back entrance where my car was parked. Her friends were still looking over, I guess to check me out. I smiled back and waved, like 'see you all later!' which immediately made me feel like an idiot. They don't know me and don't care about me and hopefully we'll never see each other again ... unless I somehow fall in love with a "tarrot" card slinging, chubby hair stylist, that smokes.



Poor Melinda Ch. 03



She seems very excited to be leaving and I'm getting harder in anticipation of what I hope we'll be doing soon.

As we passed the restrooms and approached the back door she reached her right arm around my waist to pull me tight to her side and with a big smile said "Wanda'sooo jealouuus!". I freed my left arm from between us but there was really no place for it to go except around her back with my hand on her shoulder.

She stopped us two steps from the back door and still holding me with one arm started feeling my chest with her other hand. She was following her roaming hand with her eyes and she smiled and laughed. Around my pecs, down over my stomach, up and down my front and then down below my belt line and back up.

I didn't know what to do. We weren't exactly in private although I don't think anyone could see us unless they came out of the bathroom or came in the back door. I was finding it very erotic to be felt up like this, and my left arm started gripping her shoulder more tightly but, although I suppose I could have, I did not grope her with my free right hand. I was paralyzed, not wanting to be suddenly discovered feeling someone up - or maybe just not caught feeling up her.

Finally her hand ran along my erection giving it a luscious squeeze causing me to groan out a "Whoa whoa whoa" and hunch over a little to get my hard-on out of her grasp. That was a little too much.

"Ha ha!" She laughed and contrary to my pulling away a bit she countered "You like it!". She rested her hand on my chest again and said "Come on honey, les'go".

Exiting through the back door she loosened her grip on me but kept her arm around me as I led us to my car. I felt I didn't have any choice but to keep my arm draped over her shoulder like we were some affectionate couple. I felt we probably looked ridiculous. A complete mismatch. It bothered me that people might think she was my girlfriend walking like this. Soon we'll be in private and none of this will matter.

I walk her over to the passenger side of my car. Why not be chivalrous? It can only help. I pulled my keys out and we removed our arms from each other. As I pushed the unlock button on the key fob I felt her hand snake up behind my neck and with a "C'mere baby" she pulled my head down to hers and started kissing me. I closed my eyes and awkwardly put my hands on her shoulders.

When I imagined kissing those lips I imagined it to be soft kisses. I wanted to trace her lips with mine and really feel the contours. This was not like that. She mashed her lips up onto mine and her tongue pushed it's way in and explored my mouth. She was emitting these short moans as she pawed my mouth with her lips and tongue. As I expected, she was really hot for this.

I believe that when a woman kisses you she is telling you how she wants to be kissed and so I tried to give back as good as I got. I pushed my tongue past hers to invade her mouth. How do YOU like it! Although this behavior was not what I was expecting it was kind of hot. I was fully erect now. Though, because of my pants, my dick was pinned sideways.

Then, with one arm still around the back of my neck, she pressed herself into me and I got distracted from the kisses. Her breasts were now pressing against my chest and my erection was pressing into her soft hip which she obviously noticed because she smiled through the kisses and backed her hips away to make room for her other hand which had been on my side. She moved that hand down and started lightly pinching and plucking at my dick. It was heavenly.

She released my neck and stopped kissing me but her hand was still rapidly tweaking my penis. I leaned back a little against the car, eyes still closed and mouth still open. As I straightened up my hands lifted off her shoulders although they remained floating in the air, one fist still grasping my keys. Her taunting fingers changed tactics. Her index finger finger started rapidly flicking under my trapped erection. She began to speak but I did not open my eyes or even move for fear of interrupting the sensation.

"Listen honey. I don't really know you and I don't want to end up in a ditch somewhere..." She started to scratch my dick with her fingernail. "... so if you want this to happen, ... you DO want this to happen don't you?"

Oh, that finger. I opened my eyes, licked my dry lips and said "yes." She smiled and continued:

"good ... you gonna haf to let ME drive."

It made sense. She knew where we were going. Plus I could ogle more if I wasn't driving. I opened the fist holding the keys and let them hang down. She immediately stopped teasing my dick, grabbed the keys and started walking around to the drivers side. I opened the passenger side of my car and got in. She got in on the other side, dropped her purse in the back seat, put the keys in the ignition but didn't start the car. Instead she turned to face me and moved her mouth to mine again.

We started making out but now that we were in the car I felt a little bolder. I knelt up on the seat to fully face her. I put one hand on her shoulder but the other but the other hand came up to finally feel her tits. They were great. The material of the shirt was pretty thin and I could easily find the nipple. 'these are going to be good' I think as I start pinching her nipple. Surprisingly not saggy given their size and her weight. I felt her nipple stiffen.

Her hands move to my crotch and start fiddling with my zipper. "What are you doing?" I ask putting my boob fondling hand on her shoulder to give her more room.

"Before we do dis. I gotta make sure it's worth my while"

Really? Does she mean big enough? I'm average sized. She wouldn't call it off just over something stupid like that would she? She's finding it difficult to get my dick out because I'm already very hard but eventually I spring free and I can feel it erect further now that it's released from the confines of my pants. She starts rubbing it. Lovely. I groan.

She laughs "You really want this!" her hand loosely gripping my penis as slides her hand back and forth.

"Oh yeah..." I go to kiss her again but her head is looking down at my dick so I take a glance down as well. I see my white penis head rhythmically bobbing into view poking out of that chubby brown hand.

I turn my head slightly and lean forward to get a bit closer to her. We're now cheek to cheek. I'm reveling in the feeling from my penis and my right hand goes down to cup her breast again. I slide my other hand around her back noticing the softness, like upholstery. I could grab a handful of flesh on her back. I'm essentially leaning on her and waiting for the pleasure of being brought over the edge with one gorgeous tit in my hand and her breath in my ear.

Then she stops. She puts her hand on my chest and gently pushes my back.

"Take over for me" she smiles leaning back against the door.

"What?"

"Go on, take over for me, touch yo'self"

"No... why don't you keep doing it?" I don't want to touch myself in front of her. It'd be embarrassing.

"I thought you might wanna see these..." she says bringing her hands up to her chest and running a finger in a circle around a nipple. My heart jumps in my chest that might get to see those tits now. My penis really wants to be touched. "and as I KNOW you noticed... " she continued as she leaned forward and hooked a finger down the center of the wide neckline of that tight red shirt and started to pull it down and away from her chest "I'm gonna need two hands to handle these"

She started to bend towards me and with that I was looking straight down her shirt into that deep dark cleavage as her breasts started to hang forward as much as the shirt would allow. I couldn't see the nipples but there was plenty of chocolaty flesh around those full juggs.

She looked up at me and smiled. I reflexively snapped my eyes up to meet her gaze rather than have her stare at me staring at her breasts. It's ridiculous though. She's clearly putting them on display for me. Why did she have to look at me?

"This what you wanted sweetie?" and with that she started shimmying. I broke her gaze and looked down at her tits again as they now undulated and bounced.

"ohhhhh..." I groaned

They looked less flabby than I thought as they tended to keep a nice round shape as they jostled each other like they were each trying to push the other one out of the way and claim the spotlight and be declared the worlds greatest breast.

In my peripheral vision I noticed she stopped smiling but didn't stop looking at me. I didn't care. Yes, I'm a helpless boob zombie. I admit it. I also could not let my dick go through this alone. Over my waning shame I grabbed it and when the wonderful feeling of my penis being held swept through me I had to start rubbing it. She looked down to watch me do it.

Everything about this moment seemed wrong. I'm kneeling on the passenger seat of my car staring at the tits of a woman I don't really know who is literally, and figuratively, in the drivers seat while I try to rub one out under her watchful eye. I've got no lube and I'm not sure where the sperm will go. Probably it will mostly spray her and the car seat. I don't care. The lurid nature of it all compels me further to climax quickly and deal with the shame afterwards.

Looking up, she stops wiggling says "You never axed me my name".

Although she stopped moving she was still bent forward and holding her top open for me, as if daring me to continue and spray her - and make no mistake, part of me desperately wanted to do that right then but I felt I had to stop and look at her face. I heard her question as her way of saying 'I know you're about to use me as your cum rag' and it brought the shame too early. It was hard to read her face. She didn't look angry.

I sat back on my heels and put the hand that was pleasuring me down on my thighs. My dick continued to strain. I think her bringing the selfish and vulgar nature of my actions out into the open made my dick even more hot to blow but I just couldn't.

"uhhh, ... i... I don't ...." I tried to think of a face saving excuse but there's no way. "sorry..."

"It's OK." She said quietly, and then more assertively "It's not like we friends" and let her top snap back and started to slowly sit upright. There was a wrinkle now in the center of her neck line where her finger had stretched it out. She was just looking at me fairly impassively.

This was getting too real even for my dick and I could feel it's interest start to deflate.

"What's your name?" I finally asked and a big smile came back to her face.

"It's Melinda" she says.

"Hi Melinda. It's nice... your name." It's not 'Shaniqua' or something weird. But what is weird is sitting in my car with a semi-hard-on jutting out of my pants, unattended to, into the space between us while we discuss her name.

"Thanks Mike!" and those beautiful dimples return as her eyes look down at my penis. She breaks into a fake pout "Awwww" as she reaches over to my semi to place her thumb gently on the head while gently tickling the underside with her index finger like you might do to the chin of a small child. "This guy is feeling down"

The reaction from my dick was immediate and she noticed. "There... I knew he couldn't stay mad at me for long". When my dick returned to full hardness she switched to an overhand grip so that her fingertips were running up and down the underside. While she was watching my dick I was free to watch her breasts wobble slightly back and forth with the motion of her arm. If she would just make me cum now we could skip the rest of the evening and just go our separate ways. But that was not to be.

Without further comment she took her hand away from my dick, reached for the keys in the ignition and started the car. The sudden loss of sensation and her unannounced change of focus left me a little stunned. I stayed kneeling on the seat trying to find a way to ask her to finish me without sounding selfish. I think she sensed it.

"Hey, why don't you sit down and let's take this home." I obliged and started to put my dick away when she interrupted.

"uh uh uh. You been staring at my titties all night. I want somethin' to look at too!"

"Huh?"

"Just leave it out!" She put the car in reverse and started to back out and added "Oh and put your seatbelt on too!"



Poor Melinda Ch. 04



It was dark outside now and I didn't mind having my penis out. It felt kind of erotic to be allowing her to see it. She pulled into the street and headed east. I just sat there with my need pointing at the car roof.

"I want you to stay hard for me all the way home. Can you do that for me sugar?"

"Yeah. But I wish it was YOU keeping me hard"

"I might be able to give you some encouragement" she said as took her right hand off the wheel and started wobbling and squeezing her right boob with it. She looked over at me and then down at my erection "Now go on"

"Go on?" did she really want me to masturbate?

"Jerk yourself so you stay hard. I need to know if you got staying power"

"Um, OK" I wrap my hand around my penis, which is very glad for the attention and start to play with myself. Despite the fact that I really want to masturbate, and cum, I try to handle myself lightly and casually as if to say 'I'm touching myself incidentally but what I'm really interested in is the company.' I try to make conversation.

"So where do you live?"

"Brenton" she responds without looking at me. I take advantage and stare at her rack as the light from passing street lamps sweep over them again and again.

"That's not so far from me" I say to her right breast. I have to work myself a little harder. The strangeness of the situation, being allowed to, no, make that, being told to masturbate in the presence of someone with breasts like those, is very compelling and I don't want to waste the opportunity.

"Yeah, it's not bad. Although I live towards the shittier end, near Winton park you know?"

Lost in the sight of her breasts it takes a moment to realize she's asked a question and is now looking at me both jerking off AND staring at her tits. I snap my eyes back to her face an I see an amused smirk. I stop the earnest stroking and start playing with the head with my fingertips. My penis is not happy with that but I want to hide how crazy she's made me inside. I try to continue the conversation "yeah, uh, Winton's not so" but she interrupts me.

"It's OK. You can look." and she puts her right hand down on the seat and starts to jiggle them and, oh god, I just have to go right back to stroking. As I watch those man magnets dance I can see she's looking over at me. I'd prefer she didn't but I don't stop this time.

She jiggles them for a few more seconds and then puts her hand back up on the wheel ending the show and continues "Anyway...", I just keep jacking, "... yeah, there's worse places I could live. Still it's not as nice as where YOU live"

I just feel I need to say it since I'm staring, "Your breasts are fantastic" It's a change of subject for her but her breasts and my penis are pretty much all I've been thinking of since we got to the car.

"Guys tell me dat all the time" she smiles and adds "when we get back to my place maybe you see how good they feel, round yer dick!"

"ohhh, I hope so" I moan and I can feel my orgasm building but I don't want to cum now. I wonder how close I can get? I'm enthusiastically going at it now and just blatantly staring until she interrupts.

"Hold on now. You jest give that dick a rest." I pause as I look at her face "I wan'chew ready for me but I don't want you to finish. How will I get mines?" she smiles over at me.

I go back to a lighter stroking with my finger tips but it's difficult because my penis is in no mood to be teased now. My pelvis is thrusting my hard on into the air to meet my hand. "ohhhh" I groan in frustration.

"I'm serious now..." I stop moving and just looking at her not sure what she means. She's not smiling now.

"Yo, hands off yo dick!" she's not making a friendly suggestion. I let go of my dick but I still just stare at her, hands floating in mid air, like I don't know what to do with them if I'm not jacking off.

"Now jes put'em down on the seat" and I do.

"You start to go soff you can jack off again"

Part of me thought 'Fuck you. This is MY car and MY dick and I'll do what I want'. But another part of me didn't want to piss her off before I find out just what I could get from her when we get to her place. So I kept my hands on the seat and looked down at my erection as if to say 'sorry guy. I'm just gonna have to hook you up later'.

I should probably go back to conversation but I'm obsessing a bit about how rude she was suddenly shutting me down and preventing me from doing something I seriously wanted to do. 'Yo, hands off your dick' keeps playing back in my head. I wonder how fast I can get this erection down so I can start again.

I think being told I can't play with myself is turning me on. It's like being told I can't play with it makes me keep thinking about playing with it and thinking about playing with it makes it hard.

She turns to pull onto the highway.

I need to get my mind off my dick. Maybe more conversation: "What kind of place do you have? Do you own a house?"

"I rent"

"oh."

"I rent the upstairs of a double."

"Your landlord nice?"

"He nice when the rent come on time" she smiled and looked over.

"yeah."

This is crazy. I don't have any reason to talk to her. I don't care about her. But riding in silence makes it hard to maintain the illusion that we're two people who like each other and have just decided to spend the night having sex together. Oh yeah, and my hard dick is sticking out of my pants which doesn't help with the illusion either.

We ride on. I think Brenton is about 4 exits away.

I feel less inhibited about looking at her now. She doesn't seem to care. I look at her face. Those nice lips that were all over me just a few minutes ago. When her arm position allows it, I watch her titties. Eventually she starts singing some song to herself, I don't recognize it, Apparently she's not interested in further conversation.

She puts her right hand up on the top of the steering wheel which gives me a good look at the underside of her right boob. So luscious. They felt so great too. If I can't touch myself perhaps I can touch her. Try to get her horny. Make sure she's still into it. I reach over with my right hand to cup her right breast and give it a squeeze. Immediately her right elbow snaps down to push my hand off.

"Not while I'm fuckin' driving." she exclaims and looks at me wide eyed. I quickly pull my hand from between her arm and the seat. "The FUCK's the matter with you?"

"Sorry" I say hands up in defense. Jeeze. That was shocking. What's up with her? She seemed so into me and now she acts like she doesn't even want me here. I thought this was going to get super freaky. Now I wonder if she'll even want to have sex when we get back to her place. I still want to cum with her, in her, on her... near her, something. She's getting a ride home at the very least. Why do I feel like I'm the nuisance, the imposition?

Her recent unfriendliness has had one positive effect. My dick is starting to lean forward. Does she still want me to keep it hard? How soft should I let it get? Should I ask her if it's OK? Listen to me. I'm wondering if I should ask her if it's OK to play with MY penis in MY car. Maybe that's not so absurd. After all, she holds a good deal of power since, in the end, she decides if I have sex with her or not.

Maybe I should invite her to get me hard again. I'd rather feel her hand than mine anyway. Possibly that would bring some of the fun back to the evening. She doesn't want me to touch her while driving but maybe she'd be willing to touch me. But whatever she say's I'll get the idea if it's OK to start again.

"What's going on down there?" she interrupts my train of thought glancing down at my softening dick. "looks like he's going back to sleep"

"Yeah, he's losing interest"

"You losing interest?" She asks

"God no."

"Well go on then, wake'm up. Play with it some more."

"Ok" I grab on and twist and pull on it. It only takes a few seconds and it starts to harden again.

"You ever date a black girl before?"

"No. Why?"

"You like black girls?"

"Sure! ... I guess I just don't meet many."

"uh huh."

I'm now hard enough to change grips and start pulling down on it.

"You ever date white guys?" I ask, stroking away.

"I been with white guys before but I never really dated one."

"Would you want to?" I pause my stroking.

She looks over skeptically "Honey, let's jes see how tonight go"

"Oh, no, I didn't mean me" I say with two hands, and one dick, up in protest

"uh huh... you jes keep yo'sef hard there"

I start playing with myself again. I try to take it easy so I can make it last. Suddenly there's music coming from her purse.

"Oh, dat my phone. Can you get my purse?"

I reach back and grab it and then plop it down on the console between us. She reaches.in and fishes her phone out. She checks the caller id and then answers it.

"Hello?"

She's going to take the call?



Poor Melinda Ch. 05



I guess I shouldn't be surprised she took the call. It's not like she's been overly concerned with being polite.

"Hey" she answered.

I couldn't make out the other half of the call. I kept up on my penis but I tried to stay far from orgasm.

"Nah, we still drivin. Ev'ryone gone home?"

stroke, stroke, stroke...

"Where'd he go to?..."

Sounds like Melinda's catching up on what she missed at the bar.

"He did?"

The conversation turned to some guy there

"D'he axe about me?"

stroke, stroke, pause. What's this?

"Oh yeah?" big smile "Wa'chew tell'im?"

Sounds like she's interested in this guy. I'm starting to feel a bit jealous.

"Girl, I could eat that man up wid a spoon! Ha ha. You know it!"

This is awkward. I'm sitting right next to her, with a hard on, stroking it to keep it hard, and she's getting the low down on this other guy. And I'm just supposed to stroke it and NOT cum?

"Well if HE goin, I'll DEFINITELY be there."

Fuck this. "Who's that?" I ask.

She ignores me and keeps talking about that guy. Suddenly I have this huge urge to start masturbating again. So I do. It feels incredible but I'm still angry. She's with me tonight, so why's she talking about this other guy?

"Who are you talking to?" I ask again. I don't really care, I just want to assert myself. To get a reaction. To verify that I'm actually here.

"It's Wanda" she spits "now shut the fuck up."

God damn her! She can be such a bitch and I just take it because I want to cum. If I just ejaculated I'd be done and I could deal with her. God my dick is feeling good. Ejaculation might not be far away.

"Huh? .... Oh, dat's Mike, the guy I lef wit from the bar."

Ooooh, sexy Wanda's asking about me.

"I don't knoooow?" she says slowly, looking over at me with a smile.

I look at her lips. I really want to kiss that mouth again.

"Yeah, ... but he a fist fucker"

What!? I could hear laughing and loud rapid speech but I couldn't make it out. Apparently though Wanda thinks that's hilarious.

"Yeah, like he some kind'a faggit'

"How do you know?" cried Wanda loud enough that I could hear it from the phone.

"He doin' it right here!"

"In the car!?" howled Wanda

"Yeah, in the car, right next to me."

They both are laughing at me now. I feel myself flushing with humiliation. I'm only jerking because she told me to. and now she acts like it was my idea? Like she's just so fucking sexy with that big roll of belly fat that I couldn't help myself and I had to pull down my pants and masturbate. Despite the oncoming orgasm, and how intensely my dick wants to be stroked right now, I stop in protest. The world's most feeble protest.

"You know me an' white boys!" Melinda adds as she pulls off the highway at the Brenton exit.

I'm staring at her, trying to will her to get off the phone. And I'm trying my damnedest not to touch my straining erection.

"My place" Wanda must have asked where we were going. I just have to give it another stroke. Oh god. And maybe one more. Fuck! It's really hard to stop.

"Yeah right! You KNOW he prolly be like, UH, UH, UH then he nut." with Melinda acting out the ridiculous face she imagines I'd be making if I were fucking her and coming. More laughing

"Then I be like... huh? Yeah! I be like 'where's mine?' you know?"

She's criticizing the sex before it even happens? This is humiliating. I start jacking again. At least I have some control over that. I'm just going to ejaculate and be done with this shit. Fuck her. We're probably close to her place now anyway.

"Lissen Wanda, I gotta go. I'm off the highway."

Pump, pump, pump, pump. I feel this is going to be good one.

"Ok, hol'on" she says taking the phone away from her ear. Stopping at a red light She taps the screen with her thumb and says "Ok, you on".

"Hi Mike, It's Wanda. Remember me?" honks the cell phone.

Melinda must have put the phone on speaker. Almost as if Wanda had just appeared in the car I stop jacking out of embarrassment. I'm not in a position to be talking to Wanda.

"Uh... uh..... yeah, I rem-"

"Am I interrupting anything?" I can hear the huge smile in her voice.

"No.... I mean, I wasn't... I didn't -"

"Oh I wasn't doing anything, I would never..." she interrupted in a high pitched voice meant to mock my protest.

"No, it's just that -"

"Listen, what you ought to do is stop playing with yo'sef like a little faggit and get yo hands on my girl there"

"Yeah but she said -"

"Yeah, like you gotta tell a white boy to play with hisself. You got a real woman there wi'chew!"

"But she said not when she's drive-"

"Jes look and them titties!"

"Oh he love my titties" Melinda added and with that she twisted towards me a little and started shimmying her shoulders. She raised the arm holding her phone so I'd have an unobstructed view of those jiggling breasts. Oh god, I have to cum soon. This woman is tormenting the shit out of me.

"All the boys love yo titties" squawked Wanda through the phone. "Lissen Mike, you gotta get yo priorities straight"

"Yeah," Melinda adds "pretend they yer dick. You know how to get that straight!" They both find that hilarious.

When the laughter dies down Wanda signals she's getting off the phone "Ah-ight Imma le'chew go Mel"

"OK"

"You kids have fuuuuun!" Wanda sing-songs

"We will"

"Don't hurt'im"

"Ok call you tomorrow"

"ah-ight"

"OK. Later." and she hangs up the phone and drops it in her purse.

"I love that girl" she says to herself.

I go right back to masturbating as the light turns green and "Mel" starts to drive again. Fuck her and Wanda. I gotta cum and put an end to this. I'm hotter than ever. This shouldn't take long. Although I'm looking at her breasts as I jerk what's really driving me on is voices in my head like: 'like you gotta tell a white boy to play with himself' & 'he a fist fucker' & 'like he some kind'a faggit'. I have a bizarre urge to ask her to say these things while I blow. I'm starting to breath heavy.

"Hey baby, you better give it a rest"

She's on ignore. I'm not stopping. I just keep listening to the voices in my head: 'stop playing with yo'sef like a little faggit' - 'Oh he love my titties' - 'he prolly be like, UH, UH, UH then he nut'.

"Listen motherfucker, don't you cum!"

Pump, pump, pump, pump. She's looking at me and I'm just looking at her tits.

Suddenly she hits the breaks and pulls the car violently to the curb. Her purse tumbles off the console and down by her feet.

"Hey! What the fuck!?" I yell but rather than answer me she throws the car in park, opens the driver door while pulling the keys from the ignition and grabs her purse from the floor as she gets out of the car - with my keys.

"What the fuck are you doing?" I yell out to her while I frantically pull my pants up and try to get them zipped up.

"Listen motherfucker" she angrily explains "I'm about to toss yo' keys down that sewer there and call my boyfriend to pick me up."

Boyfriend?

"an' when he git here I might tell'im how you squeeze my titties and how you wuz playin' wi'cho'self"

"Hold on now!"

"An maybe he fuck yo car up"

"Wait a minute!'

"or maybe he fuck you up"

My god this chick is crazy and I don't think there's anything I can do at this point. if she tosses my keys down the sewer I'm fucked.

"Listen" I plead "what happened to you? I thought things were going well!" a lie of course but I had to try to defuse the situation. If I could just get her back in the car I could grab the keys from the ignition and kick her out if I needed to.

"Things WERE goin' good until YOU decided to just jack yo sef off in front of me like some kind of faggit pervert".

"You told me to..."

I started making excuses but she interrupted me, eye's closed, shaking her head back and forth with her hand out in a hold-it-right-there gesture. "I told you to keep it hard so you be nice and horny when we got home and I can fuck the shit outta you. Not for you to be some selfish asshole jes ... jes tryin to... and what kind of sick fuck just sits there with a woman he can fuck and decides to whack'im self off instead?"

"Listen, I'm sorry, I..." I plead

"You fuckin white boys. You got no fuckin control."

Goddamn her but what can I say? She didn't mean it this way but she's right, I have no fuckin' control now. "Look, let's get back in the car. I won't jack off anymore if you don't want."

"Damn straight you're not gonna jack off no more" she sounded calmer. She looked up and down the street apparently mulling her options. With that ugly purse hanging from one elbow she crossed her arms under her breasts causing them to swell up towards the wide neckline of her t-shirt. She continued: "Listen, you still wanna do this?"

"Yes, I do." and it actually wasn't a lie. Now that she's calmer, with her tits bulging like that, still offering sex, it's like everything that had happened up to that point didn't matter. I was still horny and I still wanted to see those tits.

She exhaled heavily "OK" she dropped her arms causing her breasts to wobble back into place and walked up to the car. She put her forearms on the roof and bent down a bit to look in on me. Her breasts hung down pulling her tshirt open a bit and giving me another entrancing view of her cleavage. "Listen, I don't know if I can trust you now."

I don't like how this sounds. She's backing out. "No, you can trust me, I'll do whatever..."

"Shut up!" she interrupted me to continue "you been acting like some kind of weirdo, all outta control an'shit... so..."

She looked at me like she's not sure if she want to say what she wants to say. "So, if we gonna do dis... I need to put handcuffs on you"

Huh?!



Poor Melinda Ch. 06



"Handcuffs!?" That's not what I was expecting. I actually don't know what I was expecting but it wasn't that.

"I still wanna keep you hard the rest of the way" she smiled "but I want to make sure you don't get selfish again and this is the only way I can think to do dat."

"You have handcuffs?" I'm still a bit astonished.

"My boyfriend a cop"

"Uhhhhh..." I'm at a loss for what to say. For whatever reason I don't really feel like I'd be in any danger although if someone else was telling me this story I'd certainly think they were an idiot for even considering it. A crazy girl, with a boyfriend, who's a cop, wants to handcuff me?

"It's not that far now" she tries to convince me. With her arms still on top of my car she starts wiggling side to side setting those tits into delicious motion. She quickly looks down at her own heavy hangers to verify that they're on display to her liking an then looks back to me to enjoy watching my brain melt. "and think" she continues, not letting those puppies stop "if your hands are locked up, I hafta keep you hard myself."

"Unnnn..." I try to form a reply while my penis hardens watching her breasts jiggle and jostle "How far is it?"

"Not far" jiggle "near the park" jiggly-jiggly-jiggle.

I don't really know where the park is but I'm just not thinking well now. "ok" I say feeling a wave of excitement and trepidation. She smiles and stands up ending the boob-show. She tosses the purse onto the drivers seat and digs through it. Sure enough, she finds a pair of handcuffs.

"You do have keys to those?" I ask.

She reaches in again and with a smile produces a key. She stands up again and slides the key into her pocket and then goes to the back door and opens it. She gets in and slides over behind me as I watch silently.

"Sit back and put'cho hands behind the seat" she commands.

I do and with my heart fluttering in my chest I feel the cold cuff close around one wrist. I feel her grab my other hand and guide the other wrist into the waiting jaws of the sister cuff. As it clicks shut I realize I'm trembling a bit. My penis is straining my pants. I try to calm down as she returns to the drivers seat and closes the door.

"Comfy?" she asks with a smile.

Actually, it's not too bad. "Yes" I reply.

She starts the car and shifts towards me looking up and down from my face down my torso at her leisure. I think this might be her kink. She really seems to be enjoying having me in this situation. I admit I like it too but if she wants to lock me up at when we get to her house, I won't be cool with that.

She reaches over to feel my crotch and finding me hard looks at me with a big smile. "Whoa! I see this is not gonna to be hard to do."

She starts rubbing me through my pants and I try humping against her hand. "Someone's exited!" she laughs. She starts playing a game with me. She pulls her hand away when I push my dick up into it and squeezes and rubs me when I relax back into the seat, which makes me press up into her hand again. It's frustrating to have the pleasure removed at the moment I try to increase it. She of course, finds my frustration amusing. She giggles.

She holds her hand up in the air over my crotch and says "Come on boy, try to reach it" I hump up to her hand where she gives me a brief squeeze and then raises her hand a bit more. Now it's out of reach but I still strain to rub myself against the only thing I can, her maddening hand.

"Come on! Come on boy!" she playfully teases as if my penis were a dog jumping to reach a treat. "Come on, beg". She laughs and with that she pulls her hand away and I plop back down onto my seat.

She casually looks at me appearing pleased with herself. After a moment she explains "I need to make some adjustments".

She grabs the top of my pants near the belt buckle with her right hand and pulls down the zipper with her left. I'm getting so excited with the prospect of her touching my dick. Once the zipper is open she starts undoing the belt.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm gettin yer dick out" and she starts to undo the button of my pants.

"You need to take my pants off for that?" I'd like to maintain as much cover as I can.

"I WANT to take yer pants off for that"

I watch helplessly as she starts to pull my pants down to mid thigh. My penis tries to stand up but my boxers constrict it to about a 45 degree angle off to the left. As she supports herself with her right hand on the console between our seats the fingers of her left hand slide up under the left leg of my boxers. It tickles but I fight the urge to laugh because the last thing I want it to give her the idea that she can start tickling me in my helpless state. I'd rather she just rob me and leave me than go through something like that. But high up on my thigh she starts making circles, random, light, tickling circles.

"I know there's somethin good in here somewhere" she teases. Part of me wants to block out the sensation so I don't get tickled but another part of me, the part that's noticing now soft those fingers are, that knows how much my dick wants to be touched, that part wants to soak it all in so it can imagine those fingers on my penis. I just hold my breath and hope it ends soon.

"maybe up a little further" she slowly reaches farther in while looking at me. I switch glances between her face, with it's little smile, and her hand slowly disappearing under the leg of my boxers. Now her fingers are tracing around my ball sac. It's a toss up over what I want more, her to touch my penis or just stop.

"I bet this ain't where you want to be touched" lips parted in a gapped smile.

Trying to keep my cool I manage "There is another place I'd prefer."

"I bet" and she removes her hand. After adjusting her position in her seat she reaches towards my waist and I feel her brown fingers under the waistband of my boxers and she starts to pull them down. I'm trembling again with the need and anticipation. I desperately want her to make me cum and I don't just mean I want to cum. I want her to do it. Like she owes it to me. Like it clears a debt. It would make us even after all the shit she's put me through.

"Here it comes" she sing-songs as the waistband slides down the length of my erection to the tip and then, boing! It pops free waving in the air for a second before coming to rest pointing right to the ceiling of my car.

She continues to pull the underwear down until it meets my pants at mid thigh. She then grasps both the pants and the underwear and pushes them both down below my knees.

"Is that really necessary?" I ask.

Ignoring my question she just looks at my erection and grasps the base "Mmmmm, lookit dat!" and with that she starts to give me almost exactly what I wanted. Up and down she starts to slowly slide two fingers and a thumb. Not much pressure but after not being touched for some time I'm loving it.

"You like dat?" she softly asks without looking up

"Yes. Oh yes" I consider asking her to start driving so we can get back to her place right away but my dick won't let me.

She wraps her hand all around it and gives it a couple of good squeezes and then takes just the side of her index finger and starts rapidly rubbing it up and down the most sensitive spot just below the head. I'm lost in the sensation until her voice finds me.

"How much you pay me to make you cum right now?"

"You're not a prostitute are you?"

Laughing she responds "No but... You think ah'm gonna jerk a white boy for nothin?"

She grips just below the head with a circle made of her thumb and forefinger and starts slowly and lightly running up and down the length of my penis making it difficult to carry on the conversation "Um... well, I'd...."

"Yeah, I bet you pay almost anything if I make you nut right now." she says while watching my erection strain.

"Ohhhh..." I groan. I really want to cum. If only she'd increase the pressure, or the speed.

"So Mikey, you wan'it?"

"I do" she lightly set her palm of her right hand down on the head of my dick and started tickling the underside with her fingers

"So what about me?" her fingers continue the light tickling.

"I thought we'd be making each other cum?" although I didn't really care if she cums or not and I was even thinking she'd just be concerned with making me cum good so that I'd be impressed with her. "you know, when we get to your place" hint, hint.

"We'll see. I'm not so sure I'm into that anymore"

"Huh? Why?" She circled my penis with her thumb and index finger right around the most sensitive section and started jacking up and down quickly but lightly, and only over a span of about half an inch. "Why?" I repeated although now I was asking about her teasing.

"you've been very disrespectful towards me" and off her hand comes.

"What? What do you mean?"

Ignoring me she puts the car in gear and looking over her left shoulder pulls away from the curb.



Poor Melinda Ch. 07



Out on the street again I'm not sure if she didn't hear me or if she's just not going to answer me. "What do you mean I've been disrespectful of you?"

"Oh my god!" she laughed "Do I gotta spell it all out for you?" she looks over at me apparently full of amused disbelief

I'm at a loss for what to say. SHE'S been the bitch as far I'm concerned. I ought to tell her so. But at the same time I have a panicky feeling that this is not going to happen now. She's built up this tremendous need in me that, for most of the night anyway, I've expected will be eventually fulfilled. If I can't get this bitch to let me fuck her then all this was for nothing. I desperately want this to happen. I want to win. At the end of the night whatever was said, whatever she did, I want her to know that I got her to make me cum.

So what can I possibly say?

"OK" she continues feeling I want an explanation "How about interrupting my phone call? How about squeezing my titties while we drivin' like I'm your personal sex toy or whatever to play with whenever the fuck? And what the fuck were we just talking about back there?"

"Handcuffs?" I just don't know what to say

"Fuck no! Not fucking handcuffs. Christ!" she shakes her head staring out the windshield "I'm talking about you acting like some little white boy faggit making me haf'ta watch you nut all over yo'self in front of me."

"You know ...." is all I let myself say. I'm aggravated by the insult. But not so much because I'm being insulted. I'm more annoyed by the fact that I don't think she knows what it means to be a so called 'faggit.' Even if it were my preference to jack off over her rather than have sex with her, what in the world would that have to do with being gay? But after starting to defend myself I just stopped. What good would it do?

"Das right" she said still not looking at me "Don't say anything."

And I don't.

"Maybe cuz I'm black you think I don't deserve respek."

"That has nothing to do with it" I really don't want to come off as racist.

She glances over at my lap and notices that, though a bit wilted, I'm still substantially hard. She turns her attention back to the road but reaches over with her hand and grabs my penis. Engulfed in her warm fist it starts rapidly re-inflating as she begins to jack me off as she drives.

"I don't know about you but yer dick don'care that I'm black!" she's giving me a full contact handjob and it feels great. I moan in ecstasy. "See that? Yer dick's no racist. In fact, I think he like it."

I'm again as hard as stone and watching her tits slightly jiggle due to the movement of her arm. She pretends to talk to my dick in a baby voice you'd use on a puppy or small child "That's right. You like it don'you? You like my big black hand pullin on you."

She looks over at my face catching me staring at her chest and laughs "Look at you. You'd let me do anything as long as I jack you off." With that she slowed down and just started running her fingertips up and down my hard on.

She continued the baby voice to my dick "You don't want jes my hand though do ya? No. And you especially don't want to cum in his nasty white hand." Looking at my face with a mock look of disgust she adds "yuck!"

"No." she continues with her thumb resting on the tip of my dick and her index finger making little circles just beneath the head "You'd rather cum in my mouf or my pussy right?"

"Oh jesus!" I moan and start humping up into her hand to try to feel something more than that teasing finger making that frustrating circle.

She immediately removes her hand entirely "Whoa! I'll take that as a yes!" she says and laughs again.

"no no no..." I close my eyes in anguish at the complete loss of sensation. She can make me feel so good in spite of how she treats me.

"yes yes yes" she says softly. "I decide when you feel good and when you feel nothing."

This is crazy. I know cute girls, who like me, that I could have sex with. And right now I'd walk right past any of them to have sex with Melinda. Fat, mean, stupid Melinda.

Suddenly the car starts slowing down and she pulls into a gas station/convenience store. My hands are still cuffed and my hard teased dick is out. I think it took a moment for what was happening to sink in mired as I was with the deep disappointment I was feeling from the recent loss of sensation. We pulled up to the building. There was plenty of light from the store windows and if anyone walked by the car I'd be on full display. Pulling up to the store she shuts off the car and starts to open the door.

"What are you doing? Everyone can see!" she swings open the door and starts to get out not even looking at me.

"Get back here!" I yell as the car door slams.

She just walks around the car through the headlight beams and towards the store like I'm not here. I'm panicking. Looking around I don't see anyone likely to come by my car. there's about 4 cars getting gas but we're a few parking spots away from the front door of the store and no one is parked directly next to us although someone could pull in right next to us at anytime.

I'm both angry and helplessly humiliated which is keeping me extra hard.

In a minute or so she comes out of the store empty handed with a "this is so stupid" expression on her face like she cannot believe what just she just did. Her eyes rolled up to the sky and mouth slightly agape and in the light from the store I can see those full lips and a hint of her top two teeth with the gap. I want nothing more than to be between those lips. If I wasn't handcuffed when she got back into the car I'd be able to get up, straddle her lap, with my back against the roof of the car, and just slide my dick between those full moist lips. She would stick her tongue out just over her bottom lip and I would pump away for no more than about 10 seconds and then fill her mouth with several forceful cum blasts.

But I AM handcuffed

She gets back to the car, opens the door and plops down on the seat. Closing the car door she says looking at me:

"I forgot. I don't have any money."

I just glare at her but I don't say anything. I'm seething. There's a perfect storm in my head. tidal waves of anger crashing between surges of want and need. She sighs and looks out through the windshield for a moment in thought, then she looks up at the rear view mirror. Twisting it towards her she examines her face. She then digs into her purse and pulls out a lipstick. She starts applying bright red lipstick to her mouth by the light of the convenient store windows streaming in.

She glances over at me and gives a quick closed lipped smile as she snaps the lipstick closed. Those dimples! She looks back into the rear view mirror and pushes her lips together, rubs them against themselves and lets them roll slowly and wetly out back into their original fullness. She checks her pucker and then looks back at me with that same little smile, she blows me an air kiss and then bends over to put her head in my lap.

And OH MY GOD, I'm IN HER MOUTH!

She had opened her mouth wide and engulfed my dick sealing her lips around the base and slowly drawing upwards with her tongue firmly pressed against the shaft drawing screams of pleasure from my dick all the way back to my anus. She pushed firmly back down and then back up. As my dick becomes more lubricated she can move a little faster while keeping the tight seal.

'Fucking Bitch!' part of me thinks 'She acts like I don't exist, leaves me handcuffed and on display and she just knows she can just start sucking on my dick and I won't say a word about any of it.'

And she's right because I don't say anything. I put the anger aside promising to give her a piece of my mind right after I cum. Then her mouth pops off me. She doesn't sit up, she just hovers, face down over my dick for a moment. I think she just drooled a thick gob of spit onto my penis head because now I feel her lips wrap very wetly around it and she slowly starts to suck. A loud slurping sound envelops us.

As nice as that feels I really want to feel that about an inch down and I try to push my dick up back into her wet mouth but she just lifts off a little more.

"Do you want to cum?"

She's fucking playing with me.

Then she gives me a series of kisses starting on the tip of my head and moving down the underside of my penis.

"do" - kiss - "you" - kiss - "want" - kiss - "to cum?" - slurp-kiss. Then the tip of her tongue runs up from the point of the slurp-kiss back to the head.

"yes, of course I do" I groan.

She turns her head to look up at me, purses her lips into a kiss and runs those thick red lips down the underside of my dick and then slowly back up without breaking eye contact. Then a series of frustratingly quick kisses on the end of my dick. She paused to say:

"I'm painting your dick red."

"Oh just make me cum, please!"

"Give me some money so I can get what I want and we can go back t'my place and finish."

I started thinking until she engulfed my penis again and slid down maddeningly slow and then back up.

"Uncuff me and I'll give you some money."

"Uh uh. I'm not home yet. I'll get it myself" she said looking up at me again and running a finger slowly up and down under my cockhead "Where is it?"

"I think I have about ten dollars in my front left pocket" and I'm glad I did because I didn't want her to look in my wallet where I had considerably more.

She smiled and dropped my cock cold. She pulled my pants up mid thigh with her right hand and dug around deep in my pocket with her left. My dick, abandoned now that she didn't need it, just waved helplessly in the air like a ships mast in choppy seas until she removed her hands from my pants, a few coins hit the floor mat and she sat back up and looked at the money in her fist.

She cupped her right hand under her fist to catch the remaining coins which fell from wad of bills when she relaxed her grip a bit and then, without looking tossed the coins to the floor at my feet to join the others.

She pushed her fat thumb across the bills to spread them out to get an idea how much she had. I could see a ten and a five and then a number of other bills of indeterminable denomination. I think there was about $20.

She stuffed the money into her pants pocket and reached for the door latch but I interrupted "Come on! Don't do this! Don't leave me like this. Anyone walking by could see. Just finish me and uncuff me."

She stared at me for a moment and I got a little scared. Did I piss her off? She looked down at my red streaked dick and bent over me again but instead of her mouth I felt my dick in her hair. She was feeling around on the floor near my feet.

She sat back up with a quarter in her hand. She looked at it and then looked at me. "Tell you what I'll do." Holding the quarter in her left hand she grabbed my hard-on with her right and bent it forward toward the dashboard.

"Slide down a bit hon" she asked and I complied. "lil'bit further" and I slid down some more while she pointed my dick towards the glove compartment door. She then put the quarter against the glove compartment door at the point where my dick was pointing and held it there with one finger.

"Ok" she said "if you wanna cum," she looked from the quarter to my face, which is now down where my chest would normally be and she started to slowly jack me again "hold dis quarter against the dashboard."

With with the encouragement of her soft rhythmic pulling and a small additional slump I reached the quarter. At which point she stopped jacking and slowly took her hands off both my dick and the quarter. With a big smile she looked at my lipstick smeared dick as it held the quarter against the door of the dashboard.

"Nice job," she laughed and looked at me "I'm impressed." Looking back at my dick she put her right hand up on the head rest of my seat and bent forward. With my head so low her beautiful t-shirt straining tits now hung in my face. She reached for my penis with her left hand and gripped it with her thumb and forefinger. She started gently jacking me again with the head of my penis against the quarter.

"You think you can hold that quarter until you cum?" I briefly look up from her cleavage up to her face looking down at me. 

"I think so." Her hand still running along my penis while I look back at her tits.

"Did you like how my mouf feel?"

"Yeahhhhh ...." I'm starting to breath heavily as an orgasm starts to build.

Suddenly she stops and sits back up and reaching for her door latch says "You hold that quarter there 'till I get back and I'll suck you off."

"Wait! No don't go!" but again, like I don't exist, she opens the door and just gets out. "Just finish me please!" I pleaded while the car door slammed shut.

As she passes in front of the car she looks back at me, she probably can't see more than my head from there the way I'm now slouching, and blows me a kiss. Halfway to the door of the store and I can no longer see her at all.

I might be less visible now, but if I am seen, I'll look way more ridiculous. Maybe I should just say 'fuck it' and sit back up. But my god, how I would love to cum in her mouth. Possibly more than I'd ever wanted to cum in a mouth before. Yeah, she might think I'm a 'faggoty white boy' and a 'hand humper' but she'll know the taste of my sperm. She won't be ignoring me when her lips are sliding up and down my penis. She won't be insulting me while my dick is coating her tongue.

Although maybe it would be better to go back to her place and fuck after all. I'd have to wait a bit longer but I'd be un-cuffed. I could be holding on to her while I slide deeply into her. We'd be more like equals. Plus I'd get to see those tits in all their bouncy glory. She's probably right about what she said to Wanda on the phone, at this point I probably would come very quickly. In fact I hope I do. I can imagine getting off her and standing back up, getting dressed with all that tension gone. She'll ask where the hell I think I'm going and God knows what I'll say to her at that point but I'll feel good.

As I'm fantasizing about the near future my eyes fall on her purse. That ugly purse. I'm almost eye-to-eye with it. What did the other purses on the rack look like that she felt she needed to choose this one? Is she proud of it? And how much shit does she carry around that she needs to carry one so big? Well, she does carry handcuffs so....

It's quite tattered. The material is very worn and discolored on the corners and edges. She's probably had this for quite a few years. Can you even wash a purse? What's her place like? Is the furniture this dirty and worn?

Suddenly I can feel it. God damn it! I'm starting to soften! Cause I'm thinking about this stupid fucking purse. The quarter is a prison guard watching to make sure I think only about her: those soft full lips and how they felt. I imagine sitting on her stained and ratty couch, pants off, penis hard, while she, naked in front of me, swollen belly, bulging thighs (I could do, I have done, so much better than her), kneels to the ground and bends forward, letting those wonderful wobbly tits hang down as she brings her hot wet mouth closer and closer to envelop me with sweet sucking joy. 'Cumming so soon?' she asks squicking her brown fist rapidly up and down my spit slick dick as I arch my back in preparation 'can you cum when yo not fuckin yo'sef wit'cho hand? Can you? Show me faggit. Show me ya white boy faggit.'

With relief I notice I'm hardening up again but before I have a chance to wonder why she's insulting me in my own fantasy I'm startled by her suddenly opening her door. I jumped a little but managed to maintain my dick's hold on the quarter.

She sat down and slammed the door shut. She looked at me, slouched down, my hard dick holding the quarter against the glove compartment door and paused for a moment only to burst out in a sudden laugh. "My God! I completely forgot that I had you do dat!" she looked at me for another moment with an amused look like she was thinking 'is there anything you won't do for this?'

She looked back out the window as she pulled my keys out of her pocket and started the car.

Still holding the quarter in place I start to ask for what I was promised but find it awkward at first "Um... aren't you ..."

"Huh?" she looked over it me. Did she really not remember?

"You were going to blow me" which received a blank stare "for holding up the quarter."

"No, I ain't gonna do that here." she said as she fumbled in that big purse and pulls out her lighter.

I flush with anger at being duped into that degrading task and push myself back up in my seat. The precum covered quarter drops through the darkness to the floor mat. I see she's unwrapping a pack of cigarettes she just bought.

"uhmmm..." I attempt to interrupt. She ignores me and starts to unwrap the cigarettes. I try again "uhm, there's no smoking in my car." I phrased it like it's not my fault it's just a rule of the car.

Without the slighted pause or glance at me she said "Whatchew gonna do about it?"

I just looked at her as she removed the wrapping and dropped it on the car floor bringing another wave of anger I say to know one in particular "I can't fucking believe it."

"Shut up, I sucked yo' dick." she responded without looking at me or stopping from removing a cigarette. She dropped the pack into her purse - a pack that cost me $20 or more as she did not offer me the change. She lit the cigarette and dropped the lighter in her purse. She took a big drag and while exhaling she turned towards me and said "I'll open a window" and she opened it about an inch or two and put the car in reverse. Instead of being engulfed in that soft warm wet mouth I'm engulfed in the acrid smoke of her cigarette.

Backing out of the spot she turned to look out the back window but she glanced quickly down at my still hard, lipstick covered, dick as the interior of the car was again engulfed in darkness. She laughed again "White boys are so stupid."

Annoyed I ask "What do you mean?"

"There's no way a black guy would stand for the kinds of things I'm doing to you."

"It's not like a have a lot of choice in the matter."

Accelerating onto the road she laughs again "Right! You jes keep tellin yo'sef that shit if that's what you need to believe."

I sat in silence for a couple of moments. My dick was starting to soften which I think allowed some blood to return to my spine.

"I'm not stupid" I said without looking up from my red streaked half-mast cock.

"Oh you stupid ah-ight! You don't wanna admit it but you stupid."

Part of me wanted to argue but what's the point. I let her handcuff me. I let her drive my car. I gave her money. Maybe I am kind of stupid. I mean it never even occurred to me she could have a gun and at any point she could force me out of the car, shoot me and leave me in the gutter. I mean I don't think that's going to happen, but it could.

"Yeah you stupid... " she said almost under her breath but then reassured me "but don't you worry, I'm still gonna fuck your stupid white ass" she said with a big smile.

Suddenly, it's like the last five minutes never happened. My penis has reversed its sag. She's still going to let me fuck her! I've never understood the concept of anger fucking but I do now. I'm going to get on top of her chubby body, suck on and play with those beautiful tits , stick my tongue into her mouth and pound into her pussy until I cum. I'm going to spill all the frustration of the last half an hour into her vagina and leave her with it. I'll get up, get dressed, get out of there, and hopefully never see her again.

"Ooooh, someone still likes me!" she said looking over at my now very stiff dick.

She reached over an wrapped her hand around my penis and I reflexively groaned and arched my pelvis upward. "Yeah he's ready for a good time" she observed.




Poor Melinda Ch. 07



Continued in part 8



Poor Melinda Ch. 08



We drove on through the dark with my arms handcuffed together behind the seat and with Melinda wordlessly teasing my penis. She's only stop the teasing occasionally to grab the steering wheel while she took a drag on her cigarette in the other hand. She kept changing up the technique. I think she was trying to get me to thrust up into her hand because every time I did she would let go and laugh. Then she would pause a bit and start right back in lightly tickling the underside of it.

I was suffering quite a mental struggle. Her lightly teasing fingers stayed mostly up around the head of my penis. I really wanted to feel her touch farther down and so I had a near constant urge thrust up into her fingers. However I knew if I did she'd pull away and I'd feel nothing. This caused me to sit very still which made it easy for her to stay just on the very edge of the most erotically charged spots with only the briefest rare flicker across them.

I was getting pretty good at sitting still and letting her torment me endlessly when she took her hand off and curled her fingers into a loose fist which she placed just on the head of my penis with the circle made by her index finger and thumb just resting around the edge of of it. I looked down at it to see that her hand made a tunnel perfectly positioned for me to slide into. I sat still looking down at that teasing brown hand just wishing I could thrust up into it without her pulling away.

"Come on." She encouraged "Don't your little dickie wanna come in?"

It sooo does but I just keep looking down and wishing I could.

"Come on dickie dickie dickie." she called to it. Then she tried twisting slightly which caused a maddening sensation over the crown. Immediately and involuntarily I thrust up a bit and she didn't pull her hand away. The increased pleasure convinced me to push up further. The glorious feeling stopped when I got about half way into her fist and she just let go.

"Ooooops!" she laughed and I groaned in disappointment as my pelvis and penis returned to their unteased positions.

She took another drag of her cigarette then the soft brown tunnel was returned to it's position on the end of my dick and I tried again. Screaming pleasure until half way in and then poof - nothing.

"Gone again." she teased.

Suddenly I notice that she's pulling into Winton park.

"What are we doing here?" I ask

"End of the line."

"Ok but, what are we doing *here*?"

"I don't wan'chew knowing where I live, so I'll walk from here."

Disappointment swept over me. It's all ending, all this teasing, all this horny energy and she's just going to leave me with it. Without really believing it would do any good I tried pleading.

"But you said you'd fuck me. You kept me hard the whole way here? Why would you do that only to not do anything?"

"Lissen, you been a big weirdo tonight. The last thing I want is perverts like you commin by." and she pulled into a parking spot far from the driveway and not too close to any street lights. "But I DO like hearing you beg."

"I could've just given you a ride home." I can't believe that in the end she was going to win it all. I performed for her like a trained dog and all I got was a lot of teasing and promises. I never even got to see her tits. "I just wanted to fuck you badly" was all I could think to say.

"Das the other thing. You prolly WOULD fuck badly! My mouf and pussy don't feel like yo hand! Ha!" She laughed at her joke but it stung and I had no rebuttal.

"'sides" she continued "I didn't say we was done" and with that she took a last big drag of the cigarette and tossed what was left of it out the window and rolled it back up. Exhaling a huge plume of smoke into the car she shut the engine off, popped off her seat belt and twisted towards me causing her books to sway back and forth a few times. Which, of course, I noticed.

"So" she started to say reaching a finger towards my dick and lightly scratching the underside "did you enjoy our date?"

What's the right answer here? Truth is I very much enjoyed when she was touching me. I also loved when she teased me with her breasts. However I didn't enjoy being talked to the way she does. I didn't enjoy being treated indifferently after I thought she was into me. The handcuffs are a tossup. The helplessness made the teasing hotter but when I wasn't being touched it was just a feeling of helplessness. But the most important question is, what can I say at this point to get something out of her. Even a hand job. I need her to make me cum.

"You're extremely sexy" and in this moment I wasn't lying. Even through her weight issue, her rather plain looks, her temper, her ignorance and rude behavior I'm hotter than I think any real person has ever made me. I can't wish for anything except to hold myself against her tits, skin against skin, and cum into her like a fire hose with my tongue in her 'mouf'.

"Thank you Mike" she was looking at my aching dick and started bouncing it off her finger towards my belly "It's still pretty hard."

"Yes it is." I was watching her face trying to gauge her interest level "it's been hard almost the whole time you've been in the car with me."

"Yeah, I know." She fingered my dick almost absentmindedly for a few moments more and asked "you still wanna cum?"

"Yes! yes I do!" I said enthusiastically but then feeling that sounded selfish I quickly started to add "but I'd also like to ...."

"Of course you do" she interrupted like she wasn't even listening "I see yo dick so I don't really need to ax."

With that she stopped touching me and reached into her purse pulling out a tube of hand lotion or something.

"What's that?" I ask as she pops open the cap.

Ignoring me she asks "You wanna play a game?" and squirts a blob of clear gel into her left hand.

"What game?"

"It's called 'magic hand'" and with that she started squeezing the fingers of her left hand together to distribute the gel. The car filled with the squishy sounds of lube and my heart started to race at the thought that she'd start sliding a lubed hand up and down my dick.

"H-h-how do you play that?" I ask.

"I'll tell you" and she wrapped her gushy left land full around my hard-on and started twisting and pulling just enough to spread the lube all over it.

"Hhhhho my god!" She's not giving me full strokes, the motion is very limited but it feels great. Warm and wet.

"Ok now, you gonna like dis." she lets go of my dick only to circle it with just the thumb and index finger just under the head of the penis. Instinctively I thrust up - and she let go.

"Uh uh uh..." she gently admonished "Dats not how we play. Settle yo'sef and I think you like it."

"OK. I'll try."

"Good. Now..." she replaces her fingers again just under the head. I consciously have to prevent myself from thrusting. "What we do is, YOU make the hand move by what you say. First, let's try 'up' and 'down' OK? Go."

I don't really get it and I'm just looking at her.

"You got to say 'up', den you say 'down'" she explained like she was talking to an idiot.

"Ok, up!" I say.

She laughs looking down and shaking her head "No, you aint stupid" she says sarcastically, then looking back at me "The hand is already up. So you start with 'down'."

"Oh, I see. Down - ohhhhhhh god." she gave me a full delicious lubricated stroke down.

"Up" and here she comes back up.

"Down" back down she goes "My god!"

"Up." it's weird and awkward having to ask for each stroke but if it gets me off it's worth it. I start to speed up to get me there.

"Down, up, down, up," and she's keeping up with my increasing speed. What an angel of ecstasy!

"Down, up, down, up - oh god use your full hand." I ask and although she started to go back down, once she heard I didn't say 'down' she went right back to the head.

"Nah, you cain't say nothin' else."

"Down" but she didn't move. "Down." still nothing "Down please!"

"I think you broke it."

"What?"

"You said the wrong thing and now it broke" she removes her hand.

"Come on!" I groan in frustration

"We gotta think of something else." She places her hand back in starting position just under the head of my penis, looks out the window biting those sexy lips "I know! Say my name!"

"Melinda, Melinda, Melinda..." and she stroked right along "Melinda! Melinda! Melinda!" I started increasing in volume and the orgasm approached, but then she stopped.

"Oh, I like hearing you say my name. Let's think of something else."

"Umm..." does she want ME to think of something else?

"How'bout 'thank you, Melinda'."

"Thank you." she slides down. "Melinda." up she comes. I try to go fast so I can get to orgasm before she stops "ThankYouMelindaThankYouMelindaThankYouMelinda..."

And while she's stroking me at that speed she's also laughing out "YouWelcomeYouWelcomeYouWelcome..." then she pulls her hand off "oh oh."

"What!?"

"Too fast. It broke again."

"Melinda! Why the games? Why can't we..."

"Shush!" she looks at her left hand suspended in mid air just out of reach of my dick. "You keep breaking the magic hand!" and then she looked at me expectantly.

I just stare back. What am I supposed to do about it?

"You broke my magic hand. You should apologize."

"Sorry." this is so fucking ridiculous. Maybe this is one last 'fuck you' she wants to leave me with. Maybe the magic hand is just a way to get me to participate in my own frustration.

"Ok, less try dis: 'Sorry, Melinda'."

I know she's just doing this to keep me near the edge but I guess I'd rather be near the edge than slowly backing away from it. "Sorry, Melinda, Sorry, Melinda," what a fucking weird feeling to be jacked off while apologizing and she's just smiling at me. "Sorry, Melinda, Sorry, Melinda" I try not to go too fast.

She's happy. Apparently she's just getting everything she wants here which is, apparently to make me sound ridiculous. Nevertheless I continue, trying not to go to fast that I break it again: "Sorry, Melinda, Sorry, Melinda, Sorry, Melinda, Sorry, Melinda, Sorry, Melinda, Sorry, Melinda..."

Then she stops, stops smiling and says more seriously than I expected "So, wat'chew sorry fo?"

What am I supposed to say? That I'm sorry for breaking the magic hand? I really don't think she wants to hear that any more than I want to say it. I think she's still looking for me to admit in some way that I've been the rude and thoughtless one here tonight. And if it moves us along I might just be willing to do that.

"Are you proud of the way you treated me tonight?" she prompted.

I'm right about what she wants but what should I say? I think I've been remarkably restrained considering the way she behaved towards me but as she said, we're at the end of the line now. I think it's really take it or leave it time. I swallow my pride.

"I could have treated you better Melinda."

"You got that right. I'm playing with yo dick and you gotta ack like a asshole."

"Sorry Melinda I was just ..."

"I even put yo dick in my mouf!"

"Melinda I'm sorry, I should have been more patient and uhm, ... respectful of you. I shouldn't have interrupted your phone call and I shouldn't have tried to cum without you. It's not the way I usually behave and if I had more time I could show you"

"Well, ..." she seemed to be thinking about what she wanted to say but she did reach out with one finger and start running in up and down the underside of my dick which was still wet with lube. "I'm surprised because you seemed so nice back at the bar."

I continue to babble watching her roaming finger maintain the full hardness of my dick "I am nice, I'm just, this has just been so weird. I've never done, I've never met someone like you and I've never done this kind of thing before. I didn't know how to behave." as long as I keep her talking she's not leaving.

"Well, you gotta learn how to behave around a woman. You gonna be single all yo life."

Her softening tone is getting me optimistic. She continues to lightly tickle my penis.

"So, do you wanna see me again?" she asks

I answer quickly "Yes, I - of course I do". I think that's a lie. If she makes me cum I'm sure it's a lie. If she leaves me hanging I'm not sure what I'd be willing to do to finish this but in any case I think it's the best thing to say.

"Tell you what I'll do. I ain't gonna fuck you and I ain't gonna blow you. You don't deserve that yet. In fact I ain't even gonna jerk you off. But I will let you hump my hand."

I just look at her. I guess she's going to make me come - or more accurately let me make myself cum.

"You know, hump me like a dog."

"Melinda!"

"Whining? Dis how you show me you know how to treat a woman?"

I don't know what to say. I want to cum and I apparently don't care how but why does she have to put it in the most degrading terms she can.

"Ack like a dog get treated like a dog."

I just want to get through this. Getting this close and not cumming is unthinkable. I hang my head. There's nothing else to say. I'm just waiting for her to let me start.

"So do you still want this?"

"Yes."

"Yes what?"

"Yes Melinda" I say and after a pause I feebly add "thank you."

"Ok, ax to hump my hand then." She curls her index finger and thumb around the head of my dick with her other fingers hovering around but not touching the shaft.

"Melinda, please!"

"Ax ME!"

I just feel a powerful sense of shame. Then she removes her hand from my dick starts tickling around my balls.

"Ax to hump my hand." she repeats as her fingers continue to play with my balls. "I know you like to stick yo'dick in YOUR fist. Is MY fist not good enough?" tickle tickle "Huh?". The finger starts running around under my balls "You don't ax den I guess you don't wan'it too much."

"Melinda, I..." I pause "Please can I hump your hand?"

"you suuuure you wanna?"

"Yes Melinda, I really want to."

She lightly tickles the skin behind my balls a few more seconds and says "Ok, if you really want to". And with that she wraps that brown lubed hand around my shaft and I feel as if I've been OK'd for takeoff!

She doesn't move her hand but holds firm while I rock my pelvis sliding my dick up and down into that pudgy fist. My heart is pumping again and my whole lower abdomen is glowing with pleasure and promise and need.

She starts to laugh "Look at you go! Hump that fist!"

I don't care. Although it might be nice to savor the sensation that's been so long denied, I don't want to take any chance that something might happen to send her into bitch mode again. Her taunts are humiliating but they don't deter me. I'm breathing heavy and pumping for all I'm worth.

"Ha ha ha, don't you just look ridiculous. You actin like you gettin pussy but you ain't!"

I'm starting to grunt as I feel the ecstasy rising.

"Go on, hump my hand. Jes like a little white boy faggot!"

And here it comes. Like a tidal wave orgasm overtakes me. I'm not hearing or seeing anything. Pleasure swells from my penis to my asshole to my diaphragm. Semen starts squirting from my dick. I feel a blast hit my shoulder. It's as if all the joy and pleasure being pumped into my dick from her hand is forcing the semen out. Squirt after squirt was going who knows where.

"There he go!" Melinda laughs as I continue to hump into her hand helplessly hoping there's enough mercy in her heart that she continues hold firmly to my dick... which she does as all that need rushes out of me.

Soon I feel the orgasm starting to fade and I start to slow down. I'm breathing heavily. I look down to see my white dick head bobbing up and down of a brown semen covered fist. The last waves of orgasm are disappearing into the night. She's smiling and looking around my chest and stomach as it trying to see where all the semen went. She's laughing.

"My god. You really nutted."

I don't say anything. Still coming to my senses. She removes her hand and sits back into the driver seat carefully holding her semen covered hand in the air.

"I think I saw some spray into the back seat."

"Oh my god." I gasp. "Oh my god."

"You liked it? Was that a lot like when you do yo'sef?"

I ignored the slight insult "I came so hard."

She's looking at the cum on her hand and then finding a clean spot on my shirt wipes her hand on it. I look at her wondering why she doesn't use a Kleenex or something.

Sensing my thoughts she says "It's not like yo shirt wasn't already full o'cum."

I'm slumping down in my seat. All that tension gone. I did it. She made me cum. "I can't believe it. I feel so good right now."

"I'm glad you liked it honey."

God I wish I was home right now. I feel like a ran a marathon. I could so easily go to sleep. But Melinda had one more indignity to drop on me.

"So lissen, since you wuz good about apologizin' an' all, I'll let you have that for $100."

What the fuck did she just say? $100? She wants me to pay her? "Are you joking?"

"Hell no I ain't joking. You nutted. I get $100."

Again I don't know what to say. I can't believe the balls on her. "I'm not paying you!"

"Fuck you not fuckin' payin' me. Now it TWO!" she said sticking two formerly semen covered fingers in the air to emphasize that she now wants $200. I can hear bitch mode coming on.

"What!?"

"You wanna make a scene? Look around! There be houses all around this park" I look around and I can see many lighted windows in all directions.

"I don't need yo'permission no how" and with that she grabbed the waist of my pants and dug out my wallet.

"Stop it! Stop it! Put that back!" I demanded to no effect. Then I added something I never would have said if I hadn't cum "God damn you, you're such a bitch!"

She turned on the dome light and opened my wallet pulling out all the cash. "the FUCK? You only got like $80 here."

"Why should I be carrying $200? Or even $100?"

She glanced out the window again to think and then, noticing that with the dome light on she really couldn't see anything, switched the light off again. Which was a relief.

"Well fuck that. You ain't getting no bargain handjob from me. I take these too" she said pulling a couple of credit cards from the wallet. Then as she was about to close the wallet she paused looking at something in it. "the fuck?"

She turned on the dome light again and looked closer. She was looking at my driver's license.

"David?" she looked at me. "Not Mike?"

She just looked at me. I didn't know what to say. I sat there with my mouth open ready to articulate my defense but no words came.

She looked at me for like 10 seconds without a sound although her mouth was open. I guess she can be rendered speechless. 

Finally she looked back down at my wallet shaking her head, "Fuck it. I take this too" she said as she removed my drivers license from my wallet.

"Why?"

"and on top of that I ain't gonna unlock you neither."

"What the fuck? Why!?"

"Cuz you only got 80 dollars motherfucker! and because you called me a bitch. and cuz you lied about yo name and just yo general attitude of bein' disrespectful towards me"

I was speechless. I started trying to think of everything I'm going to have to do tomorrow if I get out of here: Credit cards, drivers license...

"How many reasons I need? Besides.." she continued dropping the cards and the license into her big ugly purse. "If these credit cards are gonna be worth anything I gotta keep you from running and canceling'em right away"

She started digging in her pocket. When her hand emerged from the purse it was holding the handcuff key and I got hopeful "listen" I bargained "I won't cancel them. I promise. And I'm sorry I didn't have a chance to get you off. If you unlock me you can come by sometime, you have my address, and I'll eat you or fuck you or whatever you like"

She smirked turning off the dome light again "as funny as it might be to see yo'faggity white ass trying to fuck me, I have to say 'no'" I looked down at my now limp dick 'this is all you're fault you know' I thought. She continued.




Poor Melinda Ch. 08



"Dis is what I will do." she reached out and put the key on the dashboard in front of me. "Ah jes leave the key here. In the morning this park see a lot of joggers and dog walkers comin through."

"what the fuck?" she can't fucking be serious. I could go to jail.

"I'm sure one of them'll notice you and unlock you."

And with that she opened the drivers door and started to get out and I lost it again. "Come ON! Don't do this! Unlock me NOW god damn it!" she just continued reaching for the open door to help her up "You stupid fucking bitch! I didn't really want to fuck you in the first place!"

She stopped with one foot on the ground and turned around to look at me. She didn't look as angry as I would have expected. Perhaps because she knew she still had the upper hand. "OK, now what Imma do is start yo' car, turn on the lights, turn on yo' radio to full volume and leave this door open so all the people who lives around here can look out they windows and see who the fool be makin all the ruckus." she paused and asked "you want that motherfucker?"

I press my lips together in anger and just glared at her. There's just nothing I can do to stop her. She sat there with key in the ignition. The warning bell was going ding, ding, ding.

"You got anything to say?"

I'm so furious I could cry and in fact one tear does drop from my right eye but nevertheless, I take a deep breath and say "I'm sorry."

"For what?"

"I'm sorry for disrespecting you" I said quietly.

She smiled and looked at me then said "have a nice night" and smooched the air at me. She removed the car keys from the ignition and dropped them on the drivers seat and slammed the door.

Even after all I had just been through, as she walked away, I watched as she passed through street lights to see if I could get a last look at the boobs that got me into this mess before she disappeared into the darkness.