Encounters of the Stupid Kind - Part 1

Encounters of the Stupid Kind - Part 1
By: adidas_chica_2323 (adidas_chica_2323@yahoo.com)

Bella breathed a sigh of relief as she closed the door. She had never been so happy to see a man leave her in her life. She stood on her tip-toes to gaze tentatively out of her peephole, making sure he was truly gone. She smiled as she watched him looking angrily at her door, but then sliding into his car, grumbling about her "lack of gratitude" as he had so kindly put it. "You should be happy a man like me would even agree to meet a fat girl like you..." Of course the name calling had only started once Bella tried to nicely tell him she wasn't interested. He was too short, too hairy and just too unattractive to Bella, and she didn't feel that she should have to settle for something she didn't really want.

Michael had expected to get laid just because he drove the 20 minutes to see her, or "at least a hand job for my troubles." He was sad and pathetic.

Bella watched his car slowly back out of her long driveway until it reached the street. She turned and pressed her back against the cool oak door, finally releasing the rest of the breath she'd been holding. She gazed around her small house, looking at the overturned table and chair, her eyes dancing over the shattered remains of her mother's antique vase and the few other things that had been broken during his tantrum. Bella's face turned red as her mind traveled back. She had been stupid to let him come over after only chatting with him a few times, but he'd sounded like a nice enough guy, and Bella was lonely since her split from Derek. After a week of flirting and chatting through her blog and on her instant message service, when he'd asked to meet her she said yes without much thought.

She immediately rushed off line to jump in the shower and freshen up. She lathered her body and made sure to get the soap over every inch of her; not an easy job, but a doable one. She conditioned her hair and put perfume everywhere a man's hands and mouth might roam. In her rush, she was done a good five minutes before he arrived, leaving her time to sit, stew and fantasize.

Bella had no idea what he looked like, only descriptions he'd given her. "I'm on the short side, but not TOO short, dark hair, black eyes, a goatee and mustache. A lot of people say I resemble an older, chubbier Johnny Depp." Bella chuckled to herself thinking of his completely inaccurate description. He looked NOTHING like Mr. Depp; hell he couldn't even pass for Johnny's retarded, inbred cousin Jeb. He was only about 5'0; he had beady black eyes, which were heavily hooded by a forehead that protruded almost past his oversized nose. Michael did have a mustache, but it was better suited for 70's porn stars, and his "goatee" was really just a sparse covering of chin fuzz that he was probably too lazy to shave.

Bella sat in her living room waiting for Michael, unable to keep still and already growing a bit moist from the thought of him touching her; well the thought of a look-a-like Johnny Depp touching her. When the doorbell rang she jumped up and practically ran to answer it, a huge smile plastered to her face. Upon opening the door her smile quickly faded into a curious expression when she say the sawed off man standing in front of her, and then into a frown when she realized that the troll standing in front of her was Michael.

"Can I help you?" Bella asked, hoping that maybe it wasn't Michael.

"Hey sexy, I'm Michael!" He said in a tone that was all too proud and cocky.

"Oh...um, come in." Bella moved to one side to let him through her door. She wished now that she had never sent him a picture. She could've just closed the door and pretended he had the wrong address.

He walked in her house and immediately started walking from room to room. "Nice place; could be a little bigger, but you probably don't make that much right?" Bella stood by the door with her mouth open, not really sure if he was joking, or if Michael was actually that much of an ass.

"FOUND THE BEDROOM!" He yelled from the back of the house. Bella padded, barefoot across the carpeted hallway. When she entered the room Michael was already sprawled out on her freshly made bed; his shoes and shirt lying next to the bed.

"Excuse me," Bella said slowly, "but what do you think you're doing?"

"Just putting on the man show for you baby." He gave her a wink and then made guns with his hands and pretended to shoot her. Bella couldn't help herself, she started to giggle. She put her hand over her mouth in an effort to control her giggling, but giggles soon turned to riotous laughter.

"What's so funny?" He sat up quickly, revealing a back that was matted with coarse, grey and brown hair. Bella began to laugh harder. Soon she was crying.

"What the fuck are you laughing about?"

"I'm...sorry...it's not you."

"Well then, what is it?"

"You're just a little too pushy for me, I'm sorry."

"Oh baby, I'm not being pushy, I'm just confident that you're going to fall in love with me, once I get you to take off some of those clothes."

"I don't think so Michael; you're just really not my type." Bella put on her best smile. "How about I make us some dinner and we can sit and talk for a while?"

"You're kidding right?" He gazed at Bella like she'd just spit in his face. Then his look of shock turned to pure anger. "You should be thanking your lucky stars a guy like me would even want a fat cow like you!" Bella knew what he expected her to do; he expected her to cry, and get on her knees and thank him for taking pity on her. She didn't get angry, instead the giggling began again and this time she didn't try to hold it back.

She turned her back to him which was her second mistake that night; her first had been letting him in her house. She felt thick fingers on the back of her neck, and before she knew it she was up against the wall face first. Michael barely reached her shoulders but he was freakishly strong. One thing Bella knew well was no matter how big of a girl she was, she still wasn't as strong as a man. She felt his greedy hands rub over her ample bottom and then up her side. She twisted her hips a bit and bucked him off surprisingly with ease, his stature made it easier for the 5'8 rubenesque beauty to twist out of his grip. But still, she knew had she been shorter, he would have easily overpowered her; she could feel the sting on her neck from where his pudgy fingers had dug in to keep their grasp.

"What are you looking at cunt?" He seethed. Bella glared at him for a moment.

"Get..." Before she could finish her sentence he turned and stormed back into her bedroom and grabbed the clothing that lay haphazardly on her coffee colored rug. Bella stared in disgust as he struggled to pull his shirt over his large head. If she hadn't been so upset she would have laughed; it was like watching a 2 year old trying to get dressed by on their own. Head a bit too large for their body so they teeter and swagger as they try clumsily squeeze their head through a hole in the fabric that is just too small.

"You're missing out on something great here," he admonished after he'd finished the feat of getting his watermelon sized head through a cantaloupe sized hole. "I would've been the best you ever had!" He half screamed, half whispered. "I could've made you scream and moan like you've never done before, but your fat ass is too stupid to realize that!"

Bella stood completely still, her eyes never left his face. She didn't want to seem shaken or afraid, she didn't want to give him any signs that he was affecting her.

"You could've had this big cock in you, but you had to be a stupid fucking bitch!" He began to lewdly grab at his jean clad crotch. Bella finally looked away in disgust, backed against the wall and pointed down the hall to her door. She couldn't restrain herself anymore; she just wanted the repugnant man out of her house.

"FINE!" Michael yelled. He stormed out of the bedroom but stopped once in the living room.

The damage he'd done had been caused in the matter of 45 seconds at the most. He was little, but he was strong and fast and Bella did nothing to stop him. She knew where he worked, knew his first and last name and after he left she would call the police and then on Monday her lawyer.

She knew better than to try and go toe-to-toe with a man who's toting around a bruised ego. He would pay for the damage, although the vase that he destroyed had sentimental value that could never be paid back.

She stepped away from the door, her chubby feet sinking into the carpet. She didn't know where to begin. Should she call the police, or should she take pictures first. She began to walk back to her bedroom; her head down watching each foot make its tiny journey.

'This was not what you had planned Babe!' She said to herself. Her room felt miles away, but when she reached it, her hands went instinctively to her underwear draw and then to the left once inside, grabbing her shiny new camera. It was a gift from Derek. He'd bought it for her for Christmas. She was so excited, she'd wanted a digital camera forever, and she was tired of her blurry webcam shots that did nothing to show off her true beauty. The first thing Bella did when she received the camera was do a full photo shoot. Letting Derek play photographer and take as many pictures of her, in as many different outfits and as many different poses and scenarios as they could think of.

She'd had her favorite ones printed out and put in a photo album. She was quite proud of them, and left them out on her coffee table. None were lewd, just risqué and beautiful.

She smiled thinking back to that day. She had been so incredibly horny that afternoon waiting for him to arrive. She'd taken extra care getting ready that morning; special lotions and exfoliants to make sure her skin shined! She'd conditioned her hair several times until it was shiny as a well kept horse's mane. The majority of the pictures in the coffee table album were taken when he first arrived. Every 10 minutes she lost more and more clothing and her poses and lingerie became more and more revealing. This of course had an effect on her photographer. She'd giggle and wink at him through the lens, wagging her finger at the growing bulge in his trousers.

It was finally too much for him when she donned a red, silk bustier with a pair of thongs and a garter belt and thigh high stockings. It was an outfit he'd never seen before and Bella had bought specifically for that occasion. She sashayed in front of him and took her first pose. Bending over in front of the camera, Bella pretended to fix the strap of her stiletto. She could imagine his view. Her plump, but firm round ass held high in the air, the piece of silk that seductively disappeared between her ass cheeks and down to cover her plump labia.

*Snap* *snap*

The camera went off twice. Bella changed her pose. She kept her back to her lover, but grabbed the riding crop that was lying on the bed. She placed it behind her so that it was perpendicular to her body. She brought it down until it was placed at what she figured would be the middle of her ass and then pulled it tight, making a dent in her full cheeks. She shook her head, thrusting her raven hair back and down her back. Her face turned slightly to reveal her stunning profile, a devilish snarl across her face.

The shutter clicked 3 more times as the room was filled with light.

Bella brought the riding crop to her lips and licked the length of it before gracefully sweeping it behind her and threading it between the crack of her full ass. Three more flashes filled the room with light.

She heard her partner take in a deep rigid breath between what she imagined to be clenched teeth. She didn't dare turn around; instead she spread her legs a little and balanced the riding crop on the floor. She slowly began to bend her knees, keeping her back perfectly straight until the riding crop pressed against the moist, thin fabric that covered her delectable slit.

She heard her lover again gasp and make a low, guttural moaning sound. She chuckled as she wiggled her large ass back and forth, forcing the handle of the crop to push the fabric into her ever moistening slit.

Bella heard feet move across carpet and then strong thick fingers grasps her shoulders, forcing her down further onto the crop's handle. She let a soft, sensual grown escape her lips to let her partner know she was enjoying the ride.

Fingers moved down her shoulders, gently massaging her soft arms and again pushing her down further. The crop and her panties slipped firmly into her slit, teasing her slick opening, before pressing further. This time her moan was louder and more fervent. She leaned her head back against her lover's chest, looking up into his eyes which were firmly planted on the vision below him.

"So fucking hot," he managed to mumble before tightening his grip on her arms and pulling her upwards. He spun her around easily and enveloped her into his long, muscular arms. The kiss was wet and aggressive. He stroked the roof of her mouth with his long tongue as he began to undo the ties of her corset.

Bella let a hand slip down between them to stroke his growing erection through the thick fabric of his jeans. Almost involuntarily his hips thrust forward to her ministrations eager to feel her hands stroke his member.

A devilish smile flashed across her face as he broke their kiss to remove her bustier. He stared in child like awe as her large breasts bounced out of the restricting fabric. He slowly licked his lip, cupping the outside of each one in his strong hands. Derek's fingers pressed into her flesh and his thumbs flicked across her already hard nipples.

Her nipples had always been quite sensitive and without much effort on his part, Bella began to moan and shake as she came closer to orgasm. He licked her neck lightly with his tongue, sending a chill throughout her soft body. She tried desperately to wiggle her tits away from his grasp; it was too much for her. His prodding tongue on her neck, followed by gentle nibbles as his fingers masterfully rolled, pulled and pinched her taunt nipples.

"No, not yet," she moaned.

Derek stopped, stood still and held her tightly for a moment. Bella shuttered and took a few soothing breaths to compose herself again. Bringing her eyes to meet his she smiled softly at him before reaching her face up again to engage in a passionate kiss.

She explored his mouth with her tongue. She could taste a faint hint of her perfume on his lips mixed with the normal sweet taste of his saliva. Derek's hands moved smoothly over her body, rubbing and squeezing when they became full with her flesh. He loved the warm feeling of her body pressed against him and the heat that rose from her skin into his palms.

In a few quick movements and flips of the wrist they were both naked, clutching each other tightly. Derek bent forward and took one of Bella's pert nipples into his hot mouth. She gasped and jerked as she felt his tongue twist around her nipple before sucking it lovingly into the back of his mouth. Derek adjusted his jaw, opening his mouth wider until he had her nipple, areola and a good amount of her breast into his mouth. He sucked as hard as he could, breathing heavily out of his nose, and choking himself on her massive tit.

Bella grabbed the back of his head and pulled him closer to her. His other hand quickly found her slickness and began to furiously rub her slit. Bella spread her legs wider and placed a foot onto the bed next to them, opening herself fully so Derek's hand could roam her sex.

He rubbed two fingers along her puffy labia, coating his fingers in the moisture that was now freely flowing from her.

"God, so wet," he mumble around her tit. Bella only sighed and bucked her hips forward, she could hardly wait for the moment when Derek parted her lips and slid his thick, long, graceful fingers into her waiting sex.

Bella wiggled her hips from side to side until she felt the familiar pressure of penetration. She sighed excitedly as she felt Derek push in deep. In a matter of moments she was lying on the edge of the bed, her legs spread and hanging over the side and Derek's skilled fingers still bringing her closer and closer to her release. Bella's hips arched forward to match the rhythm of Derek's skillful fingers.

"Oh God I'm coming." She breathed through clenched teeth.

She clenched her thighs tightly around Derek's fingers, hand and arm, holding her body rigid as the orgasm rocked through her body. She felt like she was floating in a warm ocean, her body held a float by the waves. The corners of her luscious lips curled into a half smile as she opened her eyes to see Derek, hand still trapped between her thighs, staring down at her.

He gently pulled his hand from her still quivering sex. Their eyes locked, he began to lick his hand clean before spreading her knees apart and gently kissing the top of her mound.

"Noooo..." she murmured softly, "I want you in me now." Derek looked at her; head half cocked to the side is dismay. She loved receiving oral, almost as much as giving.

Derek didn't hesitate, what Bella wanted, she always got. He motioned for her to move further towards the edge of the bed, pulling her by her strong calves until the bottom of her ass was slightly over the edge.

Bella ached to feel Derek fill her. Her body trembled and quivered as she watched Derek stand up and walk towards her, stroking his already rigid cock. She unconsciously licked her lips as she watched a single drop of precum fall to the floor.

"P-please baby, fill me up," she whispered. Derek smiled as he lowered himself on top of her, taking care to kiss her gently on the lips as he made his way down her body stopping at her sensitive neck and collarbone, before heading down to her already overworked nipples.

"Oh godddd. Please just fuck me!" Bella begged. She could barely stand Derek's teasing.

She felt him adjust his lower body and felt the weight of his lower half lift from between her splayed thighs. Panic rose in her chest when she thought Derek was leaving her unsatisfied, but the thought barely had time to situate itself in her mind, when she felt Derek's member push swiftly past her labia and smoothly penetrate her cunt.

Instinctively she threw her arms around Derek's neck and pulled herself up against his body.

She desperately tried to match his rhythm, thrusting her hips into the air as he stroked downward. Derek pulled from her grasps and grabbed her wrists and pinned her arms above her head to the bed.

"I love taking you," he murmured through clenched teeth. "You're such a good slut..." He began to thrust harder. "Are you my good little slut?"

"Yes...I'm your slut!" Bella's head began to swim. "I can't take much more Derek," she pleaded.

"You'll take it all you fucking slut!" With each thrust Derek began to grunt, low, deep grunts that reminded Bella of some wild, ferocious, feral animal.

Derek grabbed Bella's legs from around his waist, pushing them into her chest; smashing Bella huge tits against her thighs and opening her further.

This was not sex, it wasn't making love, it was fucking and Bella loved every moment of it.

"Cum for me you fucking whore!" Derek screamed; his voice deep and angry, but love and passion in his eyes. He laced his arms underneath her thick thighs releasing her tits enough to bounce and jiggle seductively with each pounding motion forward.

Bella felt the familiar heat in her belly that began to spread throughout the rest of her body. Like a fire being slowly stoked and fueled, until the heat reached every part of her body. Bella hadn't noticed but she was screaming like a mad woman and babbling incoherently.

"Whose pussy is this?" Bella tried to respond, but could only mutter unintelligible fragments of "yes, good, oh god."

"SAY IT!" Derek grabbed her face hard enough to turn her olive colored skin a bright red hue. "Whose pussy is this?" he seethed.

"Yours." was all Bella could mutter as Derek changed his pace to slow, hard thrust that left her breathless until she was yelping like a bitch in heat. She didn't want it to ever end. She tried to hold back but soon her entire body was on fire and begging for release.

"I'm cumming..." she managed to mutter between screams and moans of pleasure. Her entire body quaked and then went rigid as Derek kept thrusting.

"Take my cum bitch," Derek grunted before releasing his seed deep inside her.

The wet heat filled her and Bella felt her pussy contract and squeeze around Derek's still rigid rod. Derek began to jerk and sputter on top of her as her sex squeezed tighter and tighter.

He grunted again as a second stream of cum shot from him. Bella gazed up at him - he was beautiful, his face distorted in pleasure.

Derek collapsed on top of her, breathing heavily into her ear. "I want you again..." he whispered and Bella noticed that he was still rock hard.

She pushed him slightly, letting him know to roll over on his back. He put up no fight as Bella slowly lowered herself on him, again filling herself to the brink.

A small orgasm rippled through her body as she took he entered her. His hands quickly found her ass and began to urge her movements. She rocked her hips slowly in circular motions, making a point to control her kegels. This time was different. Each arch, thrust and motion was slow and deliberate. Bella leaned forward enough to let her breasts dangle in Derek's face. He eagerly opened his mouth and sucked in the closes nipple. Bella, with a hand on each side of Derek's head, lifted her body until only the head of his cock was still enveloped by her wanton sex. Slowly, but then increasing her speed, she began to fuck herself on him. Derek began to moan as the movement stimulated the sensitive head of his cock. He gazed you at Bella lovingly. Their eyes locking in a unblinking gaze as they made love.

Their climax came swiftly this time, as did sleep filled with dreams of happy times and memories shared together.

A shiver ran up Bella's spine as she stood in her bedroom with the camera clutched in her chubby hand. She shook her head as if physically trying to shake away the memory that had once filled her with lust and joy, and now only left her sad and empty.

She made her way back to her living room and began to snap random shots of the mess. She then called her local police station to see what she should do next.

Bella half listened as the rather rude police officer told her they would not be sending out a unit to her residence, but IF she wanted, she could come file a police report. Bella thanked the officer and said she'd stop in on her way to work on Monday.

She placed the phone back on its base and began to clean up the mess. She quickly changed out of her nice clothes and put on her comfiest pair of jeans and one of Derek's ribbed "wife-beater" tanks, that fit her rather snuggly in all the right places. She took a good look at herself in the mirror.

"Pretty cute hun," she whispered to herself. "Maybe no bra?" She fished the strap from underneath the tank and slid it over her arms before roughly pulling out her arm and repeating the step on the next strap.

"Much better!" She smiled as she tweaked her own nipples and headed out of the bedroom. She loved the feeling of her bare breasts straining against the rather thin fabric. It pulled taunt over her chest with every deep breath she took.

Bella grabbed the broom and dust pan from the linen closet on her way back to her ransacked living room. She tip toed back into the living room and began to try to use the broom to scoop the larger pieces of glass into the dust pan. She's managed to get most of it up before a loud knock on her door made her shoot up like a prairie dog when they sense danger.

A cold sweat broke out in little beads on her forehead. She wasn't expecting anyone and the cops had said they wouldn't send anyone out. What if it was Michael? What if he'd come back to hurt her for bruising his ego? She didn't move. She hoped maybe whoever it was wouldn't detect her presence in the house.

*BANG BANG BANG*

"Who is it?" Bella squeaked.

*BANG BANG* a muffled reply.

It was definitely a man's voice, but Bella couldn't tell whose. She began to move closer to the door.

I'll just look out the peep hole and see who it is. Bella thought. She clutched her broom as she headed towards the bolted door.

To be continued...