Unstoppable

by Scott Hildreth

  I grabbed a fistful of her hair and pulled it to the right and rearward, arching her neck to the side. I moved my mouth to the left side of her face, bit my way up her neck until my mouth was resting beside her ear.

  “You sure as fuck are. Why try to hide it now? Fuck me you dirty whore. Get busy. Fuck me like I’m fucking paying you, you slut. Get goddamned busy riding my cock. Take it all. Every fucking inch. How’s my cold hard steel feel when it’s on the back side of your wet little pussy?” I growled into her ear.

  “Oh God,” she sighed as she slowly rose up off of my thighs.

  “Oh God? You better get busy you little slut. Don’t you oh God me, you haven’t earned it,” I breathed into her ear.

  Slowly, I released her neck and moved my hands under the bottom of her ass cheeks, spreading my fingers to cover part of her upper thigh. Pulling my hands apart and spreading her pussy as wide as I could, I lifted her from my thighs, suspending her pussy over the tip of my cock.

  “You!” I said sternly as I dropped her down onto my cock.

  I raised my hips upward, forcing all of my cock into her. As her eyes widened and her face filled with surprise, I immediately lifted her from my cock until her pussy cleared the tip. As she gasped for a breath of air, I dropped her onto it again and raised my hips.

  “Better!” I nudged my mouth beside her ear and growled as I lifted her from my cock again.

  “Get!” I dropped her onto my cock again as I forced my hips upward, burying myself into her as deep as possible.

  “Busy!” I lifted her again, holding her ass over my thighs as I turned my head and looked into her eyes.

  Her eyes opened wide as she fought for her next breath. I held her ass in my hands as she attempted to press her weight down onto my cock. As she pushed down, I pressed against her ass with my hands, keeping her from lowering herself onto my cock. Her facial expression changed from one of satisfaction to one of wonder.

  “You want my cock, you little slut?” I snarled.

  “Oh God, Mike. Please. I need it,” she begged.

  I looked out the window of the car into the empty parking lot. A hundred yards away, people were driving past, in the street in front of the restaurant. The lot we were in, to the rear of the restaurant, was empty. I turned back to face her, and gave her my best angry face.

  “It’s hot in this motherfucker, and it ain’t hot from you working your pussy,” I reached over and rolled down the window, holding her over my cock with one hand.

  Continuing to hold her off of my cock, I looked into her eyes. As she looked back with a face full of wonder, I smiled, “Are you ready to fuck me, you filthy slut?”

  “Oh God yes,” she responded.

  “Stop smiling. I’m serious. Are you going to be a good little whore?” I asked.

  “Yes, yes I will,” she quickly answered as she wiggled in my hands.

  “Stop moving. I can’t decide what to do with you,” I sighed as I rolled my eyes and shook my head from side to side.

  Her pussy barely touching the head of my cock, I could feel her wetness. This teasing her was exactly what she needed. She became a different degree of wet the longer I made her wait. She loved being called a whore and being told she was incompetent. Afterward, a little praise with her went a long way. Who knows what made her this way; but overall, I certainly had no complaints. Liv, by anyone’s standards, was fun to fuck.

  “Let me fuck you. Let me show you,” she pleaded.

  “You ready to get busy? Earn that money?” I asked as I fixed my eyes on hers.

  She nodded her head repeatedly. We’d done this enough, she knew what was next. She was not capable of masking or hiding her excitement in any way. As her mouth formed a smile, I felt sorry for her and the weird little hang ups she had regarding sex.

  But I sure liked fucking her.

  “Show me what you got, you dirty slut. Make me come back for more,” I said as I pulled my hands from under her ass, dropping her onto my rigid cock.

  Her eyes opened wide and she gasped for a breath. As she looked up and slowly closed her eyes, she wiggled her ass on my thighs, absorbing the feeling of my thick cock buried deep inside her pussy.

  “Get busy, you slut!” I barked as I leaned back into the seat and crossed my arms.

  She began to eagerly raise and lower herself onto my cock, bracing her weight by placing her hands on my shoulders. As I watched her ass working up and down, I smiled. Her long legs, athletic build, and naturally sun bleached blonde hair made watching her fuck me so much more enjoyable.

  “You better take all that cock, you slut; Stop short-strokin’ me,” I laughed.

  “I’m….” she took a quick breath as she continued to work her way up and down my cock.

  “Not,” she breathed.

  I raised my hands slowly and placed them on her shoulders lightly. As she began to lower herself onto my cock, I pressed against her shoulders firmly, forcing her down onto the base of my cock until my balls were against the back side of her pussy. Her juices soaked my balls and pooled onto my inner thighs.

  “That, you filthy slut,” I hissed.

  “Is bottom,” I paused, my hands still pressing against her shoulders.

  “I know it’s huge, and you have a little pussy for a slut, but take it all or your ass is fired,” I said as I released her shoulders.

  “Yes sir. I want to make you happy,” she whimpered.

  “Get fucking busy,” I howled.

  Her ass began to work up and down rapidly, as she forced herself onto my thick throbbing cock. My Jacob’s Ladder pressed against the tightly stretched skin on the back of her pussy. As I felt the steel shafts working their way into her pussy each time it slid deep inside of her, she gasped. Short shallow breaths continued as she worked her pussy down my cock, followed by an exhale when she rose to the tip.

  “Thatta girl, keep going. Keep going. You’re doing great,” I assured her.

  She can’t last a minute once I start praising her.

  “That feels so good. God, you’re beautiful, Liv,” I whispered.

  “Oh, God. Oh God. I need to cum,” she breathed as her eyes opened wide.

  “Cum. You’ve earned it. Cum, Liv. Cum you sexy bitch,” I whispered harshly.

  “Oh fuck…” she wailed.

  She continued to fuck me rapidly.

  “Oh…fuck.”

  She began to slow down, taking more regulated, slow strokes.

  “Oh…my…God,”

  She buried herself into my lap and closed her eyes as her pussy contracted repeatedly on the shaft of my cock. As she came, she exhaled an almost inaudible sigh and opened her eyes. Slowly, she leaned forward, hesitating to come closer to me. I nodded my head, assuring her it was alright to approach.

  As she leaned in closer, I grasped her face in my hands and kissed her lips. As our mouths parted, she exhaled a few short, labored breaths. Her pussy continued to convulse on my cock as she sat on my lap, attempting to stay as still as possible. I released her face from my hands, and stared into her eyes, expressionless.

  She leaned back against the steering wheel and raised her eyebrows slowly. I looked into her eyes and smiled.

  “I guess you earned it, get back there,” I said as I tilted my head toward the rear seat.

  “Oh God, thank you Mike,” she screeched as she literally leapt from my lap and over the top of the front seat.

  Nestled into the back seat, she removed her shirt and bra, tossing them over the back of the passenger seat. My shorts, which had rested on my knees as we fucked in the front seat, had worked their way down to my ankles. As I pulled my shoes through the shorts, I turned and looked at her as she lay in the back seat on her back, her legs bent and her knees in the air, waving back and forth in anticipation.

  I tossed the shorts over the passenger seat on top of her shirt, “You ready?”

  “Uh huh, ready. God, am I ever ready,” she answered.

  I worked my way over the front seat and in
to the back of the Chevelle. 1960’s two door Chevy’s were good for a lot of things, including fucking, but getting from the front seat to the back seat in this car, considering my size, was a chore. As I landed in the rear seat on top of her, she looked up and sighed.

  As I worked my hips between her legs, I guided my cock into her pussy. With just the head penetrating her lips, I raised my chest from hers and braced my hands on either side of her shoulders on surface of the seat.

  “Ready?” I asked as I put a little pressure against her pussy with the tip of my cock.

  She inhaled, nodded her head, and closed her eyes.

  And I began to fuck her savagely. Without reservation, I forced myself in and out of her soaking wet pussy as I bit her nipples and neck. My hips slapping against her inner thighs, and my cock sliding as far into her as our positioning would allow, she moaned as I did my work.

  “Oh God, Mike. Oh God...” she moaned.

  “Fuck yes that is some good pussy. You’ve got that good pussy baby,” I bellowed

  “Oh God, fuck me Mike. Holy…” she whimpered.

  “Fuck!” she screamed as I worked my swollen cock in and out of her pussy.

  My hips pressing further and further into her thighs, I attempted to get deeper into her. Slowly, I pulled my cock out and then forced it quickly back in, and repeated the procedure over and over. Slowly withdrawing it, and then forcing it into her quickly and deeply.

  “Yes.”

  “Yes.”

  “Yes.”

  “Fuck…me…hard,” she said between breaths.

  “I only fuck one way,” I assured her as I pounded myself in and out of her wet pussy.

  “And that’s hard,” I assured her as I pinched her nipples between my thumb and index finger.

  Her eyes opened and closed repeatedly.

  “Mike…” she said my name slowly, dragging it out for a few seconds.

  “Yeah, baby?” I asked as I continued to pound away.

  “I’m going to…” she opened her eyes.

  “Do it,” I shouted.

  “Cum,” she sighed as she closed her eyes.

  Her pussy began to go through a series of contractions as I slowly fucked her deeply and methodically. Satisfied, I was finding my happy place, and about to cum myself. I closed my eyes and maintained my rhythm as my cock began to swell.

  Oh fuck yes, this feels so fucking good.

  A voice from outside the car window startled me, and caused Liv to scream. Having someone standing outside the car, in this particular location, wasn’t something I never would have expected, but I certainly wasn’t ready for it.

  “Get out of the car,” a deep voice demanded in a stern tone.

  “Oh my God, he’s got a gun,” Liv screamed.

  I glanced over my left shoulder to find a man outside the driver’s side of the car, nervously holding a pistol as he glanced around the empty parking lot.

  “I said get out of the car,” he demanded.

  “Let me get dressed,” I responded.

  I’m probably as big, mean, and naturally tough as any man who ever existed. There was absolutely nothing, however, about a guy holding a pistol and making demands that made me comfortable with challenging him. A gun is one thing that can make even the toughest of men become weak.

  And dead.

  Slowly, I reached to the passenger seat and grabbed my shorts. Maintaining eye contact with the gun, I began to get dressed. As I pulled the shorts over my feet, he shouted into the car window again.

  “Hurry the fuck up,” he barked as he leaned into the window.

  His voice cracked as he spoke. He was either wacked out on dope, extremely nervous, or both. As I buttoned my shorts, I realized Liv was crying and trying to talk. I had heard absolutely nothing she had said.

  “Baby, get dressed and stay right here,” I said as I handed her shorts, bra, and shirt to her which were draped over the back of the seat.

  “Let me climb over the seat,” I said softly as I started to lift my arm over the seat.

  As I climbed over the seat and into the front of the car, my eyes stayed fixed on him. Once in the front, I sat up in the seat, and looked out at him as he backed away from the car a few steps. Slowly, I pulled the keys from the ignition, and pushed them deeply into my pocket.

  “You big son-of-a-bitch, move slow. Get out, and tell her to get out too, I’m taking this car,” he said as he stepped back away from the car, his pistol shaking as he spoke.

  I’ve got some news for ya, buddy. You ain’t takin’ this car anywhere.

  “I’m going to open the door,” I said softly as I opened the car door slowly.

  I stepped out of the car and stood. I was at least six inches taller and a good eighty pounds heavier than this guy. Dressed in jeans, sneakers, a canvas jacket, and a NY Yankees baseball hat, this guy clearly wasn’t a native Texan. No one here liked the Yankees. If they did, they’d never admit it.

  “Tell your bitch to get out,” he demanded as he waved the gun toward the car.

  “Mike? Oh my God. Mike?” Liv sobbed from the rear seat.

  This guy had the gun, and he was clearly the one making the rules. Currently, he stood six or eight feet in front of me, too far away for me to reach. As accurately as I could guess, if I were to step in his direction, he would shoot me. Nothing, after that, would matter. Not one thing within me thought I could win a gun fight when I didn’t even have one, but this guy was not going to do two things with my knowledge or assistance.

  Take my car.

  Or harm the girl.

  “We’re gonna need to talk about this, brother,” I said softly as I held my hands out in front of me, palms down.

  “I ain’t your brother, you Dwayne The Rock Johnson lookin’ mother fucker. Get the bitch out of the car, and step to the side, I’m taking it,” he demanded as he waved the pistol toward the car again.

  I’ve never tried to steal a car or force someone to do anything at gunpoint. If I were, especially in public, I would guess time would be of the essence. He seemed all too eager to wave the pistol around and make demands, and not very willing to just shoot someone and make something happen. I was not, by any stretch of imagination, willing to be shot. Something in my mind convinced me this guy might shoot, but it wasn’t his immediate or first choice.

  “Stay in the car, Liv,” I said dryly.

  “Mike?” she cried.

  “Stay in the fucking car, no matter what this prick says,” I growled over my shoulder as I maintained eye contact with this walking turd.

  “I’m taking the car, and if I have to, I’ll shoot your big ass,” he said as he waved the gun in my direction.

  You’re not takin’ the car.

  “I’m taking the car one way or another. You can either live, or you can die,” he said as he raised the pistol to my chest.

  And that is when things changed. I was sure of it. Because…

  My cock twitched.

  A person, naturally, wants to live as long as possible. One would expect in this or any similar situation, they’d step aside and let this man take the car, collect an insurance check for the loss, and go on with living their life. The longer I stood and looked at this gun wielding fuck bubble, the more certain I was he wasn’t going to take my car anywhere. I had to figure out a way to get him close enough to beat on him, or we’d be here talking all night.

  Or I’d be shot.

  “She ain’t getting out so you can kill us both. Take the car with her in it,” I offered.

  “Mike?” Liv’s voice sobbed.

  “It’s okay baby. I got this,” I assured her as I maintained eye contact with him.

  “Fuck you, that’s kidnapping,” he responded.

  Well, maybe this isn’t his first time doing this.

  “That’s your only option. You want the car, take it. Keys are in it,” I lied.

  I figured I would make him walk past me to get in the car, and some way or another, he would get close enough to all
ow me to beat on him. If not, when he got into the car, I’d beat him through the window as he attempted to start the car without the keys. I maintained eye contact with him as I watched his every movement.

  Nervously, he glanced around the empty lot again. As he looked to his left, he became startled, and turned his body to face the street, now turned away from me at an oblique angle. That’s all I needed, a split second with him facing away from me.

  Quickly, I stepped left foot first, toward where he stood. As soon as I followed with my right foot, I swung a right hook with everything I owned, aimed for the side of his head, his temple to be specific. In what seemed as a slow motion scene from a movie, several things came into play.

  His body continued to rotate to his right quickly, as if he were going to run away. Naturally, I tucked my chin as I threw the punch, and did not look straight ahead. Had I, I would have noticed what later became apparent that he had noticed out of the corner of his eye.

  My fist slammed against his right ear, immediately dropping him where he stood. Before he hit the pavement, and immediately upon my fist contacting his head, he instinctively pulled the trigger on the pistol.

  The sound echoed throughout the empty lot. And it was then I looked up and made note of what had startled him.

  The police car as it pulled into the restaurant entrance.

  And the other one as it pulled in behind the first.

  And the two other police cars that parked in the street and blocked traffic.

  “Drop the weapon,” an officer screamed from the corner of the building.

  “He did,” I screamed as I looked down at the pistol that lay a few feet from his body.

  “Drop the weapon,” the officer screamed again.

  Holy shit, this dude thinks I’m the thief.

  “Look, this guy was robbing me, trying to steal my car,” I screamed as I pointed down at the worthless heap lying on the asphalt.

  “Sir! Place your hands behind your head, interlock your fingers, and turn to face the car! After you lock your hands behind your head, take two steps back,” the officer demanded, his pistol pointing at me as he shouted commands.

  Liv got out of the car and ran toward the officers screaming the entire way. What she was screaming made minimal sense to me, so I’m sure the officers understood nothing. Slowly, I raised my hands over my head, interlocked my fingers, and started to turn around. As I rotated, the ass hat car thief began to move around. Looking down at him and looking back up at the officers made all of their screaming at me make sense. From their location, they were incapable of seeing him, as there was decorative shrubbery between him and them. The fact he was lying flat on the asphalt made their seeing him impossible. As he began to groan, I raised my foot from the pavement and kicked him in the head as hard as I could.