Hate Fuck

Mo was looking forward to a drink at a local bar, Elephants, Asses and Other Undesirable Creatures, a quirky place that political types mostly abstained from. He had a few Hennys, and was just starting to feel good and relaxed, when she came in.

She was without a retinue, which was surprising. Presley Putnam came in, asking for a Sex on the Beach.

"Are you following me or some shit?" Mo said, already feeling the agitation he felt from working in a dysfunctional system working its way back up, like a stubborn bile.

"I could say the same thing," Presley spat out at him. "But no, I'm just getting a drink, and I'll be on my way."

"Good ... bitch," Mo said, under his breath, but not quite enough.

"The fuck you say? Men like you are why I want to get rid of affirmative action," Presley frumped.

"The fuck you say? I was right ... you're just a white privilege bitch that wants a country just for you country club motherfuckers."

The argument was on.

***

It was probably the liquor, more than the chemistry, Presley thought.

"I live here," she said quietly.

Mo stopped her car, leaning over and kissing her heatedly. Presley kissed him back, feeling his hands pawing her fake titties.

"Fuck ..." she whispered.

She unlocked the door, and he carried her to the kitchen table, long disused. He didn't imagine her being a good cook. He laid her back on the table, pulling her sweatpants down, tugging her panties off. She had a hairy cunt, which was interesting, covered in blondish-light brown hair that matched the drapes. He looked at her pretty blue eyes, dropping his pants and revealing his huge Black cock.

"Oh ... oh fuck," Presley said. God, she needed some big dick.

He slapped it on her cunt, the thick head taunting her clit.

"Admit you're a cracker," he said, pausing at the entrance to her pussy, emanating heat.

"I'm a cracker," Presley said. Mo slipped his cock halfway inside her.

"Oh fuck," Presley cooed. "Admit you're an affirmative action baby."

"Yeah, I got it before you all got rid of it," Mo said, starting to fuck her lustily. Her tanned legs encircled his ass as her cuntwalls started to milk at his cock. They fucked, not with love, but competitively, with hateful epithets strewn in. They were both coated in sweat as they approached orgasm.

"Admit you're just a honky," Mo growled. "Fuckin' admit it."

"I'm a honky bitch," Presley pleaded. "Fuck this honky bitch, you dumb nig -- oh God, I'm cumming!"

The fact she'd go all the way like that stirred something primordial and hostile within Mo. His balls slapped her cunt noisily.

"Take my cum, bitch!" he growled out, cumming, thick ropes of cum filling Presley's protected womb. They both sweated and gasped.

"Now get the fuck out of here," Presley said.