Stories of Lola Scott;'Meeting Max'{Lola Scott}(MF, MMF, anal, 
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Meeting Max
By Lola Scott


#Max was the wildest guy I'd ever met 
in my entire life. 

He was 6’2”, a wiry 200 pounds with 
mischievous black eyes, and a sexy 
smile that could make a normal woman's 
knees weak. The thing about Max that 
could send you over the edge was his 
accent. I don't recall exactly where he 
was from although he mentioned it 
often. I think it was Ireland, or 
Scotland maybe, but it was somewhere in 
the British Isles for sure. He was the 
delivery man at a hospital I where I 
once worked.  

During my first week at the hospital 
most of the nurses told me to watch out 
for Max.  They said he was trouble.  
The truth is all of the nurses had 
crushes on him. As they warned me over 
and over to watch out for Max I smiled 
to myself, thinking he'd likely better 
watch out for me. 

My name is Lola.  I am 26 years old, 5 
feet 11inches, 122lbs, and I have dark 
brown hair and eyes.  To add to my 
exotic look, my skin is always tan 
thanks to my 1/2 Cherokee father, but 
34D breasts, however, I got from my 
mother. (“The gift and the curse,” as 
she called them).  I've been getting 
leered at by men since I was 13 years 
old.
I’m also a medical doctor.  And, the 
irony of that will become apparent in 
the story I am about to share.  But, 
for now, all you need to know is that I 
decided to become a doctor for two 
reasons:  First, I want to help people 
and second, so people would take me 
seriously.  But, even now, with my 
professional credentials continuing to 
impress my peers, some people still 
have trouble taking me seriously, 
because of how I look.

I was only 23 when he met me.  I guess 
my mind was focused elsewhere, because 
I didn't notice Max when he banged 
through the emergency room doors 
wheeling his delivery, slapping the odd 
nurses' ass and shouting one of his 
many sexual harassment suit-worthy 
jokes.  But, the minute he saw me he 
slammed his fist down loudly on the 
nurse’s station.  This was his ever so 
subtle way of getting my, and everyone 
else's attention.  "Who are you?" he 
demanded.  I just looked at him 
blankly.

"This is Ms Scott; she's the 3rd year.  
She took James’ spot," said Dr. Fisher, 
the attending physician, my boss at the 
time, and an entirely different story.

"Ms. Scott," Max said, clamping his 
hand on his heart dramatically, "I 
think I love you."

"Thanks." I smiled. "But, maybe asking 
me out would have made a better first 
impression?"

"I’ll be here when you get out then! 
I’ll take you wherever you want, then 
afterwards, we can go get married!" was 
his reply.

 I smiled, rolled my eyes, and followed 
Dr. Fisher down he hall.

I can honestly say I wasn't very 
surprised when, several hours later, he 
was standing outside the door in the 
snow as I was leaving the hospital. 
I saw him standing there still in his 
uniform pants, shivering and I began 
laughing.
"Does this count as asking me out?"

"If it works for you, girl, it works 
for me" he said motioning for me to 
come to him with a gloved finger.  

I walked towards him. "You wanna go 
somewhere?" he said, smiling slyly.

"Where?" I said, returning an oddly 
similar, sly smile.

"With you, Dr. Scott, I’d go fucking 
anywhere."

I leaned into him.  I could hear his 
breathing getting heavier. "I'm not a 
doctor, yet," I whispered in his ear 
"but, you could come to my place."

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His hands were all over me before I 
could unlock my door. I could
feel the thick head of his cock on my 
ass as I fumbled with the steel locks. 
I reached behind me and gave it a quick 
squeeze, before returning to my 5 lock 
Detroit security system. 

"You're a crazy little bitch, aren't 
you?" he whispered, as he rubbed his 
dick on my ass, and as he kissed my 
neck.

"I'm not so little," I laughed, as I 
finally finished with the last 
deadbolt, releasing the door.  I turned 
around and faced him, just as he 
slammed open my apartment door. He 
quickly grabbed me, pushing me 
violently against the door.  I laughed; 
I was startled and excited. 

He kissed me hard on the lips, his 
tongue forcing its way into my willing 
mouth.  I kissed him back, my hands 
creeping around his neck - but he 
stopped them, pinning them above my 
head with one of his big hands.  He 
looked at me and smiled naughtily. He 
kissed my neck as he cupped my left 
breast in his free hand, pinching my 
already hard nipple.  I struggled a 
little, whimpering softly, as he gently 
bit my breasts and chest through the 
fabric of my shirt.  

Max's hand quickly traveled down into 
my scrub pants and into my panties.  He 
looked at me coldly as he slipped one 
of his thick fingers into the now wet 
lips my excited pussy.
He studied my face waiting for a 
reaction.  Being the bitch I am, I gave 
him none. "You’re sopping wet, girl," 
he whispered, pulling his finger out of 
me.

"Yes, I am," I said, staring right back 
at him.  He let my arms down and 
stepped back smiling. He began to undo 
his belt.

"Where's your room?"  I loved the way 
he thought. 
I smiled, took off my coat, threw it on 
a chair, and lead him into my bedroom. 

He pushed me back onto the bed, and I 
laughed softly. 

"Why are you smiling?” he said taking 
off his coat, pulling off his shirt. I 
looked at his chest and its perfect 
muscles covered in his soft dark hair. 
"Fuck it - don't answer". He leaned 
over me and pulled my pants down.  "Are 
you on the pill?" he asked, as he 
roughly removed my panties.  

"Yes," I whispered, now trying not to 
shiver, in order to hide my immense 
excitement. 

He stood up and looked at me lying 
there, now covered by only a scrub 
shirt.  I sat up and slowly pulled off 
my top and undershirt.  I looked up at 
him, hungry to see his reaction.  His 
eyes were wide and his mouth dropped 
open. He blinked and looked at me 
again.   I felt his eyes wandering over 
my body. I felt his gaze travel up my 
legs to my thighs, then scanning my 
stomach, finally pausing at my breasts.  
He blinked again and finally our eyes 
met. I smiled, almost laughing.

"Don't laugh woman," he said smiling. 
"I'm not sure how often a man gets to 
see something like," he paused, and 
swallowed, "um… this… I mean, you." His 
hand went to his chin as he looked at 
me.  “Should I say a prayer?” he said 
softly to himself, "thanking the 
almighty for your fantastic fucking…oh 
man…"  

I rolled my eyes and began to laugh out 
loud, shaking my head.  

"Oh that's it… I told you not to 
laugh!"  And with that he pounced on me 
grabbing me and kissing me roughly.

My hands moved over his broad, muscular 
back as he kissed my neck, biting it 
softly. That got me, my cool composure 
was gone. He sensed it, and pulled my 
hands above my head, pinning them down 
with one of his arms.  He laid himself 
in-between my open thighs - his pants 
now were hanging loosely at his waist. 
I felt the edge of his belt buckle 
cutting into my thigh, but I didn't 
care. His free hand traveled down to my 
breasts and as he touched them softly, 
this time, I was still able to hold 
back a cry of pure pleasure.  I heard 
him groan softly, as he rubbed his face 
into my breasts.  Sighing heavily, he 
looked up at me and grinned. Then, when 
at last his lips met my very hard 
nipple, sucking and biting, I couldn't… 

I was totally defenseless.  I moaned in 
anticipation of whatever sort of 
assault, I was about to receive from 
him. 

"That's it girl, fucking moan for me," 
he growled.  And instantly his face was 
buried between my legs.
  
He ate my pussy violently, voraciously.  
I moaned and pulled at his hair, but it 
just egged him on.  I began to cum 
hard, wrapping my legs around his back, 
raking my nails over his neck and 
shoulders. "Jesus! Oh, please…  No..!"  
I begged, as he forced me to cum
painfully, again and again, but he 
wouldn't stop.  I could feel the 
sadistic son of a bitch, laughing as he 
continued punishing my pussy with his 
tongue.  I was being ravaged by him…and 
he was loving it…

I came again and again, and, after what 
seemed like an eternity, he suddenly, 
in one, quick, fluid motion, was 
standing over me.  He pulled me up by 
my hair onto my knees and onto the 
floor. 

He quickly forced his now free cock 
into my mouth.  He moaned as I sucked 
it eagerly. "Jesus!" he shouted as he 
forced my head back and forth on his 
cock. I grabbed his ass, stabilizing 
myself as sucked his perfect cock.

"Yes suck it.!"  I kept sucking hard 
caressing his balls with my hands, my 
fingers pressing against his peritoneum  
as I greedily sucked and licked him. 
"Fuck me, woman! You’re really fucking 
good at this!" he shouted.

I continued to move my mouth back and 
forth on that gorgeous, arched cock.  I 
looked up at him, sucking harder, he 
looked down at me his breathing coming 
in gasps.  "I need to fuck you!" he 
shouted, as he suddenly pushed me 
backwards onto the floor.
Surprised, I lost my balance and landed 
on my ass.  I had no time to feel the 
pain that the hardwood floor gave me, 
because Max pulled me up and onto the 
bed by my under arms, and began trying 
to situate me on his lap.  His hands 
seemed to be everywhere on my body at 
once he was massaging my breast,  
running hands over the muscles of my 
stomach and caressing me between my 
thighs.

We were both so eager for penetration 
that in our near-panic our movements 
were completely out of synch.  He moved 
one way on my body, while I was working 
in a totally different direction on 
his. 

For a moment, there in my mind, I knew 
I should have been worrying about 
condoms, about HIV (or any of the many 
other STDs that I saw daily in the ER) 
but I wasn't.  (Hey, I never said I was 
a role model!) 

At last, when he was sitting up on the 
edge of my bed, I finally managed to 
straddle him.  He lifted me up high and 
over his rock hard cock and with my 
hand I guided his amazing tool into me.  

We both moaned as he slammed me down 
onto his cock.

For a moment we sat frozen, I swear I 
felt a breeze cross my hardened 
nipples.  It was like everything had 
stopped just briefly for a moment. 
Suddenly time was back and my hips 
began to guide me on his cock. He felt 
so good I felt tears begin to well up 
in my eyes. Max had a death grip on my 
waist and my hands were around his 
neck.  He began to thrust into me as I 
worked myself up down and around on his 
throbbing cock.

"Damn, woman!" he whispered, pulling me 
closely to him crushing my breasts into 
his chest.  We kissed passionately over 
and over, his cock deep in my pussy and 
his big arms holding me close to him.  
He was forcing me to orgasm again.  I 
began to cry out and shake, as tears 
ran down from my eyes.  Max held me 
tightly, letting out muted cries of 
pleasure, feeling it now as my pussy 
muscles begin to spasm and strangle his 
cock.  "I'm gonna cum!" he shouted over 
my shoulder into my hair.

My body was still being rocked with 
orgasmic aftershocks and was clinging 
to his.  I felt him cumming deep inside 
me and I moaned, almost at the point of 
orgasm once again.

We sat there for a moment, breathing 
hard, trying to calm down.  Max smiled 
at me, and I smiled back and began to 
slowly kiss his neck, pausing to bite 
into his skin gently.  I felt him 
growing hard again inside me.  His 
hands were exploring my ass, kneading 
my skin. They traveled up my back as my 
teeth nibbled on his earlobes.  He 
reached the sides of my breasts. "You 
want me to fuck you again,” he 
whispered into my ear as I began to 
move up and down on his cock again.    

I wasn't listening to him, I was too 
involved in feeling the great girth of 
his manhood gently pulsing back and 
forth within me.  Sure, I heard his 
words and I understood them, I was just 
too busy to respond.  But, I must have 
moaned, or he sensed something in my 
movement which he took to be a response 
– because at once he stood up, sliding 
me off him, and then, roughly, Max 
pushed me on the bed. 

"You like to get fucked hard?" he 
asked, crawling over me.  

I liked this.  "Yes," I said softly. 

"You want me to fuck you?"  

I knew my role in this game.  "Please, 
yes fuck me, fuck me hard!" I pleaded.

 “Suck my cock again."  I sat up taking 
his hard dick in my hand, the slowly 
into my mouth.  "That's it, girl, show 
me how bad you want me to fuck you."  

I began to work his cock down my throat 
massaging its width and length with my 
tongue.  My one hand now on his chest, 
as the other explored the wonders below 
his cock. "Fuck that's good!" he said 
as I rubbed my finger around his 
asshole. He suddenly pulled me up to 
him kissing me violently.  Then he 
turned me around pushing my hands onto 
the headboard of my bed.  He slammed 
his cock into me from behind, the 
exquisite violence of this act sent me 
instantly into an orgasm that forced me 
to lose my grip on the headboard, and 
fall to the mattress.  He kept 
thrusting his cock into me. "You 
fucking love this… goddamn you feel so 
good girl…mmmm!"  

He slowed a little.

“You like it rough, huh?" he asked 
knowingly, as he stopped to help me 
back up into position with my hands on 
the headboard, so he could manhandle my 
tits while he fucked me.  

"Yes!" I cried out, as he pinched my 
nipple while sliding his long cock 
almost out of me then quickly ramming 
it back in with a loud grunt.  He began 
to fuck me wildly, his head resting 
between my shoulder blades.  I began to 
shake, feeling another orgasm coming 
on, but Max started to slow down.  

"I need to fuck your ass" he said 
softly into my back.  

"Then do it," I said pushing my ass 
into him, causing his cock to go deeper 
within me.

"God, woman, you're a dream!" he said 
pulling out of me.  

"You like this?" he asked as he slammed 
his cock into my ass.  

This caught me off guard and the pain 
knocked the sound from my scream.  I 
was frozen in sheer silent agony as he 
began to fuck me hard.  Tears, I hadn't 
realized had formed and now ran down my 
cheeks.  "Max!"  I shouted hoarsely. 

But, he didn't stop, he didn’t hear me.  
He was moaning obscenities in an 
English that his accent rendered 
completely unintelligible.  

After a few seconds the pain from his 
unexpected entrance wore off, the 
familiar feeling of full pleasure 
began.  Max pulled at my hair causing 
my neck to stretch back, oddly.   I 
just kept moving back into him slamming 
my ass onto his cock.  “FUCK ME!  Yes!  
Yes!” I heard myself saying it, and 
suddenly, I was CUMMING again!

Afterwards I let him stay, which is 
very unlike me.  I lay on my stomach 
and he was next to me on his side his 
fingers running through my long hair, 
stretching it out into long straight 
lines down my back. 

 I was trying to sleep and, normally, I 
would have thrown any guy out by now, 
in order to attain that sleep.   But 
with Max, I didn't.  I let him stay and 
actually sleep with me in my bed.  
Maybe it was because I didn't have to 
be back at the hospital that next day.  
Maybe I wanted to piss off the nurses 
who had a thing for him, and who had 
also said I’d gotten my prestigious 
placement because of my looks (tits - 
were their exact words, but, details 
can be so inane…) and not due to my 
hard work and skill.  Or, it might just 
have been my electric blanket wasn't 
warm enough on that cold February 
night.  But, for some reason, take your 
pick, I allowed him to stay.

"Lola," he said, softly, "how old are 
you?"

"Why?  How old are you?”  

“32”
"Oh," I replied while pulling my pillow 
over my head.  

He pulled it off me kissing my neck.  
"You’re amazing!" he said, running his 
hand down my back, gently caressing my 
butt.  I rolled over quickly. 

"You want to fuck again?"  I said 
getting excited already. 

"I don't think ‘Mad Max’ could handle 
it… that's five times, Lola."  

"Fine." I pouted rolling back over.  He 
pulled me close to him holding me 
tightly, "Lemme just keep you in my 
grip for a time," he yawned. 

I tried to struggle out of his arms as 
nonchalantly as I could, but he was too 
strong and he was suddenly fast asleep.  
I don't know for how long I lay there, 
but eventually I fell asleep too.

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	We met every day like that - night 
or day, depending on my schedule, 
bursting through my apartment door 
shedding clothes.  He drove me insane 
with pleasure.  God, that guy could 
fuck me so hard!   I thought I’d die of 
ecstasy as he fucked me.  Pulling my 
hair, calling me names.   God I love to 
be dominated!

“Fuck, Lola, you have the sweetest 
fuckin’ pussy, mmmm... fuckin’ Christ!
Yes, yes...” he would moan as he 
slammed into me from behind.  I didn't 
care what he said or what he did as 
long as he didn't stop fucking me with 
that perfect cock of his.

	Eight perfect inches of thick cock 
coming from 200 pounds of solid Irish 
Scottish somewhere-in-the British-isle 
force pounding away at my pelvic bone 
or ass.  Max fucked me hard and rough 
and I couldn't get enough of him. 

He liked to slam my face into a pillow 
shouting at me or make me sit on his 
lap my back to his chest and pump his 
thick meat in and out of me, teasing 
me, making me beg for him to fuck me. 
“You like this bitch?” he'd say, 
pinching my nipple.  I’d moan trying 
push myself down on to him, to ride 
him, but he held my waist and hips with 
his other arm.  Then, when I was about 
to die, he’d begin slamming his cock 
deep into my pussy then pulling it 
almost out again.
“You want more, you cock loving slut?”
 “Yes!” I’d cry out, pulling at his 
hand around my waist, trying to free my 
hips so I could lower myself back on 
him.
“So, doctor, you want me to fuck you, 
huh?”  he’d breathe down my neck.
  “Yes.. yes..!” I’d cry shaking in 
pleasure?  as he fondled my breasts 
roughly. 
“You like my fat dick in you?” he 
whispered in my ear, kissing it.   
“God yes...” I’d moan. 
	Feeling his temperament softening: 
"Jesus you’re fucking beautiful Lola."  
I could feel his eyes on me, and an odd 
tenderness suddenly coming from his 
forceful hands. "I've never seen 
anything, any creature like you..." he 
said softly kissing my neck. This is 
where I would go into a frenzy. I love 
it mid fuck when the pain, passion and 
pleasure all come together.
He lifted me up with his big hands 
helping me lay down on my back.  I 
whimpered softly as he lowered himself 
over me kissing my lips hard. I kissed 
him back and he moaned in my mouth.
	I opened my eyes and looked up at 
him as I felt his cock at the entrance 
of my wet opening.  He was looking back 
at me.  I felt him slam into me and my 
eyes clamped shut and my hips rose to 
meet his powerful thrusts. He let out a 
vowel-less grunt and began to move in 
and out of me slowly. "Yes... Oh yeah, 
girl, you love this...mm yes you’re so 
tight! Shit. Umm."


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	Max was my secret, though.  
Although the nurses might have noticed 
that he was unusually quiet when I was 
around, I doubt they could imagine the 
incredibly kinky stuff he was thinking 
of doing to me.  I know they wouldn’t 
have been able to imagine the stuff we 
actually did!

  When I would pass him while he was at 
the station getting his paperwork 
signed, “Hallo Ms Scott”  he’d say 
grinning at me like the devil.  “you’re 
looking warm on this terribly cold 
day.”   
	“You too,” I’d say, looking up 
from my charts.  I nodded at him 
casually, inside burning with desire - 
unable to get the memory of his taste 
out of my mouth.  

No one knew about Max and I.  That was 
my rule.  He could sleep over, but he 
had to make sure no one saw him leave.  
He knew that the secrecy of our affair 
just made me want him more.  There were 
several reasons I kept him a secret.  I 
didn't like relationships then - in 
fact, I still don't.  I hate the idea 
of someone having to know where I am 
what I am doing and who I am with. 
Also, Max wasn’t the kind of guy I 
could take with me to hospital social 
events, or to dinner with my 
colleagues.  Wait I’ll rephrase that, 
its not that I couldn’t, he wasn’t the 
kind of guy I WOULD take.  I could 
endure his drunken antics when I was 
sure no one would know who I was, but 
Detroit’s not that big of a place.  In 
fact, from my experience, there isn’t a 
place on the earth big enough for 
people like Max to go unnoticed. Max 
tried his best not to ask me for 
anything but eventually he couldn't 
help himself.  

	I'd just walked in the door when  
my cell phone rang.  I picked it up it 
was Max. "Where've you been?"
	"Out" I said quickly "I'm home 
now, come over and fuck me okay?" (I 
know what you’re thinking. `My Lola, 
you so subtle!' I say why beat around 
the bush? It’s not like I wanted him to 
come over and talk to me!)
	“I want to know where you’ve been 
woman!” he slurred.  
	“What's it to you?”  I said 
annoyed.  He was drunk.  I’d been out 
drinking too, and the fact that I could 
still distinguish the fact that he was 
drunk, in my intoxicated state, pissed 
me off.
	He let out a cry of laughter of 
some sort, a cackle really “You’re my 
girl!  Fuckin’ tell me where ya been!”
	I rolled my eyes “I’m no one’s 
girl you fucking idiot - now are ya 
coming over or not?”  
	“Yea, and prepare yourself girlie, 
I'm in a fierce mood!” then he hung up.  
I rolled my eyes and stumbled down the 
hall stripping off my clothes and 
landed in bed.  
I don't know how long I was out but 
when I woke up I was certainly not 
alone. Max was there, naked as the day 
he was born and he’d wasn't alone.  I 
sat up on my elbows smiling drunkenly 
at him “You brought a friend?”  I 
laughed.  
	Max looked at me harshly grabbed 
my legs and pulled me toward the edge 
of the bed.  “You’ll like this” he 
mumbled to me.
	I looked at the other man in the 
room.  I'd never seen him before but he 
was shorter than I am, muscular with 
light brown hair. "Eat her pussy!" Max 
shouted. The boy (although I'm sure he 
was my age or older) smiled gleefully 
as he grabbed my thighs in his hands 
and positioned my legs on his 
shoulders. He smiled up at me as if to 
give him the okay "Eat her you little 
fuck!"  Max shouted, slapping the back 
of his head.  Without warning the boy's 
mouth instantly attached to my wet 
pussy and he began to lick and suck me. 
I cried out in surprise and ecstasy as 
his tongue met my pink folds.  The boy 
was eating and licking me like a pro. I 
moaned softly biting my lower lip. 
	"You like that pussy don't you 
Tony!" Max laughed.  Tony looked up at 
Max and nodded "Isn't that the sweetest 
little pussy!" He didn't answer - he 
just continued to eat me out gently, 
teasing me.
 
"Hhmmm, Lola," he moaned touching my 
breasts thoughtlessly. 

"Does he eat your pussy good, baby?” 
Max asked, before kissing me, gently 
licking my chin.

"Yes, baby," I moaned, watching as Max 
began to stroke his big cock. I watched 
him as I tried to suppress the orgasm 
growing with in me. "He sucks my pussy 
sooo well."

"Better than me?  Max inquires, 
defensively.

I grabbed his stiff dick in my hand. 
"No baby," I whispered. 

"Yeah you like my fucking tongue in 
your pussy." 

"Yes!" I moaned as I began to cum as 
Tony bit gently on my clit. "Fuck... 
yes." I screamed as I came. Tony moaned 
in my pussy. 

Max began to stroke his cock harder 
"That's it, mate, you got her now," he 
mumbled.

I almost blacked out from the pleasure, 
but Max had his cock now in front of
my mouth.  "You want this don't you 
girl?"  He said looking at me. I 
nodded, taking him into my mouth. 

Tony s head left my pussy and he began 
to position himself at the entrance of 
my cunt. "What the fuck do you think 
you're doing there?"  Max said pulling 
his dick from my mouth and slapping 
Tony.

"You think you can just fuck my girl?"  
Tony just stared at him "Did I say to 
stop eating that fucking pussy?" He 
slowly went back between my thighs and 
started licking me gently again. I 
shivered in both pain and pleasure.  
Max suddenly pulled his cock from my 
lips "Fuck that! Suck my cock man!" he 
said pushing the boy's head from me. 
Tony looked up in half horror and half 
excitement. Max grabbed the back of his 
head pulling it towards his monster 
cock.  I watched in amazement as Tony 
took the beast into his mouth and began 
to suck the tip gently.  Max looked at 
me smiled then looked back down at Tony 
"That's it boy suck my cock" Max 
trusted his hips forcing his cock deep 
into Tony's mouth. I watched in 
amazement as Tony began to stroke his 
dick while he sucked Jack.  Max was in 
heaven his hand on Tony's head pushing 
his cock in and out of Tony's mouth. He 
watched me watching him. I fingered my 
pussy slowly and smiled at him. "You 
like this don't you" Max said to me 
smiling "You like watching he and I?"  
I nodded yes, I did I liked it a lot!  
I watched Tony stroking own his cock.  
It was hard and smooth maybe 6 or 7 
inches, but perfectly shaped.  I 
watched his hand grip it and stoking it 
up and down.
I had to taste his cock. I slowly slid 
under Tony and began to suck his cock.  
I heard him moan as my lips met his 
dick.  He thrust blindly into my mouth.  
I began sucking him then suddenly he 
let out a cry and began to cum.  He 
came in my mouth hard, shaking.  I 
swallowed his cum and stroked his back 
with my hands, all the while he 
continued to suck Max's fat cock.



         
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I decided it was over with Max.  

I had let him get too attached to me 
already, and even worse, I was growing 
fond of him.  I was getting to like 
waking up in the middle of the night 
with someone next to me, not just 
someone, but with Max.  

Yes it had gone too far.  It’s time to 
end it, I said to myself while walking 
through the icy black February slush 
that accumulates on Detroit’s 
sidewalks.   

“You think you just fucking stop me?”  
He slammed me against the wall kissing 
me hard, his tongue violating my mouth.  
I struggled against his arms, but he 
pinned me against the wall with his 
weight.  You want me Lola, he snarled, 
unbuttoning my pants. He slid his hand 
into my panties, I gasped.  "See?" he 
said, smiling fiendishly.  "You’re so 
fucking hot for my piece, you soaked 
through your panties!"       

"Fuck you!  Get out of here!"  I 
snapped, pushing him away from me.  I 
pushed him away and stormed down the 
hall to my bedroom. 

"Fuck you, Max, I could have been about 
to fuck anyone!"   

Suddenly I heard footsteps pounding and 
he knocked the wind out of me as he 
tackled me onto the bed.  "You're a 
whore!  A fucking harpie whore!" 

"Fuck you!"  I said slapping him. He 
kissed me hard, I felt my body 
relaxing, even under his violent grasp.  
His hand roughly went under my shirt as 
he grabbed my breast, pinching my 
nipple.  I gasped in his mouth. He 
looked down at me.  Angrily breathing. 
He couldn't stop me from hearing my 
heartbeat.  He was so mad.  His face 
had turned beet red and he looked like 
he was going to cry.  

He began tearing at my clothing, 
pulling my sweater roughly over my 
head.  I was kissing his neck and 
pulling off his shirt but I kept saying 
it was over. "Get out!"  I shouted at 
the same time I was lifting my hip up 
to aid him in getting my panties and 
pants down.  I slapped him and tried to 
push him off me.  
“You want me.  You can’t fuckin’ stop 
your self!  You’re mine!”  He reached 
to touch my cheek and I bit his chest 
hard - breaking the skin.

He slapped my face, not hard but enough 
to shock me.  "Fuck you, Lola!" he said 
pulling my arms over my head he pinned 
me down with one of his hands and 
unleashed his cock with the other. 

I moaned both in pleasure and in anger 
as I felt him line his cock up with my 
hole.  

“Try and leave me!" he shouts into my 
chest as he slams his cock into me.  

I cried out in pleasure.  

"Jesus, Lola," he whimpered.  "Why’re 
you doing this to me!"  And again he 
rams his cock into me, my legs wrapped 
around his back and my heels digging 
into his lower back.  

I begin to cum, but he didnt let up.   
He thrust into me violently still 
pinning my arms down with his strong 
hand.  I felt him relax into his tender 
movements.  

"You're so sweet, Lola" he said 
roughly, "I can’t give you up… it’s too 
fucking good!"  He reaffirms his grip 
on my arms and begins to move in and 
out of me faster. 

I start to cum again as he gently bites 
at my neck.  When my muscles 
instinctively clamp onto his cock, I 
feel him cum violently - letting out a 
moan - one of his many different forms 
of my name.  Still shivering from my 
zillionth orgasm, he rolls off me, and 
begins to dress.  

I sit up removing the rest of my 
sweater from around my head. "Where are 
you going?" I ask, instantly regretting 
it.  

"I'm sorry Lola, I shouldn't have done 
that," he replied while buttoning up 
his shirt.  "I'm leaving, like you 
want."  

I heard myself say “Don't go,” but my 
mind couldn't believe that my mouth had 
acted on its own.  

"You just told me to leave!" he 
shouted, throwing his shoe at the wall.  

"And you just held me down and fucked 
me!"  I shouted back.  He turned and 
looked at me smiling that familiar 
devilish smile. God, that look still 
makes me instantly wet. 

"You liked it, didn't you, girl?" he 
asked, walking towards me on the bed.  

I felt myself blushing I looked at him 
coldly.  "I know you did.  I felt that 
little pussy of yours shivering on my 
dick."  He crawls onto the bed slowly, 
covering me with his body.  I lay under 
him staring up at him terribly turned 
on, and a little frightened. 
"Say it again" he pleads, resting his 
knees on either side of my thighs.  

"Say what?"  I said trying to look 
unaffected by the heat from his body, 
but knowing I was visibly shaking with 
anticipation. 

"Say you want me to stay."  I pulled 
him down by the neck kissing him, he 
pulled away "Say it!" he commanded.

"No." I say as my hands run over the 
muscles in his arms.  

"Fine then, don't.   I know what you 
need more than you do!"   His knees 
roughly pried my legs apart as I pulled 
at the snaps of his pants. He fucked me 
hard and deep for a while.  Then he 
reached under me pulling me up, as he 
sat back, so that I could fuck him and 
he could ravage the skin of my stomach 
and breasts more thoroughly.  

I rode his long cock violently using 
his body to give myself orgasm after 
orgasm.  I heard my pager going off on 
the floor, but I didn't stop.  He 
pumped his hips up to my movements - 
grabbing my waist and slamming me back 
down on his cock.  Tears of pure 
pleasure streamed from the corners of 
my eyes. I felt sounds coming from 
within me that I'd never heard before.  
He forced me down onto him – the force 
was such that I couldn't help but throw 
my head back and cry out his name. 

"Max.!"  I whimpered.  

He sat up balancing himself with one 
hand puling me against his chest with 
the other "Yes, my girl, tell me you 
how you love my cock!" he murmured into 
my breasts.  

“You know I do love it, Max”.  But, 
would he ever be able to get it.  As 
much as I wanted to keep him, I knew I 
couldn’t.  

My roommates would be coming home from 
Doctors without Boarders in April.  Max 
would take one look at them and start a 
fight with them.  I could just see it, 
Jack and Max wrestling on the floor, me 
calling 911 and Ira (my other less 
confrontational roommate) getting it 
all on video hoping for another chance 
at winning Americas funniest home 
video’s.   

I finally got him to leave me by 
bringing another man into my life.  A 
suitable date for any occasion…  The 
fact that he was my supervisor is 
beside the point.

Max will always be the craziest guy I’d 
ever met, and the thought of him still 
puts a smile on my face. I may have 
loved to fuck him, but I didn’t feel 
anything deeper for him.  I wasn’t able 
to have those emotions back then. 

Am I cruel, maybe?   I am what I am.  
You can take me for whatever you need, 
and call me whatever you will, but now 
that the story is done, understand 
this:  that it’s nothing personal, but 
you will need to go.   So go in peace.  
And, for your own sake, don’t make me 
tell you twice.