As I walked home from the party my thoughts where racing, my emotions in turmole, half crying and sobbing as I walked home.  I felt used, this guy had just fucked me, had slapped me and yet I still climaxed, how could that happen.  As I lay in my bed that night, somehow my fingers could not resit the urge to rub myself, to re-live the evening. how he called me a 'bitch', how he fucked me, how it felt so intense and then, how it felt when he slapped my face. For days I kept thinking, re-living it, every day I rubbed myself morning, noon and nigh, each time I made myself climax it seemed to cement the events into my soul.

By the end of the week I had made up my mind to find the guy.  I didn't know his name, where he lived, anyways I started to ask around the few people I knew who had been at the party, they put me onto other people, and then again other people, it took me almost two weeks before I got a name and address for him.  Now I had to decide what I wanted to do now I knew who he was.  In the end I decide I'd go around to his house and talk with him and then see what might happen from that.  Even then it took me almost another week before I plucked up enough courage to go to his house.

I went to his house after work one evening.  When I got there there was no answer at the door.  I was in two minds about what to do when the guy walked up.  He looked me up and down, as if trying to work out what this short chubby girl was doing on his doorstep.  He just asked me "What you want bitch?, I felt embarresed, hung my head down and felt my cheeks burning red.  I kinda spluttered trying to get me words out "I want to thank you".  He just stared at me, "thank me for what?".  I had imiagined he would have instantly remember me, recognised m, but he had no idea who I was.  I must have looked so stupid to him, trying to find my words, "We where at a party a few weeks ago.. and had sex.."  It took a few more minutes of question and answer about whose party, where it was, when it was before he just stated "So I fucked you then", it was just such a flat statement, no sentiment within it.  He open the front door and walked into the house.  He just left the door open behind him, he made no effort to welcome me in, or send me away either, so I walked into the house after him.

In the lounge he stood looking at me, waiting for me to say something.  All these weeks I had imagined so many different ways this might have gone, but now I had no idea so I just said the most simple of things I could think of "I wanted to thank you, for when we had sex, I enjoyed it"   I felt so sutpid, i just stood there, he stepped infront of me, a slight smile on his face, his hand reaching out, his finger tip brushing over my cheek, the cheek he had slapped.  "You enjoyed it did you bitch?  All of it?"  I just dumbly nodded and at the same time I felt aroused, excited.  He walked behind me, taking my coat from my shoulders and throwing it onto the floor, then coming back in front of me, "I can smell the stench of your cunt" he said,  I started to stammer, feeling so horrified, "Lift you skirt", it was not a request, he barked it liked a command, an orde.  I pulled the hem of my skirt up, his hand instantly shoved between my thighs, pressing on the cotton crotch of my knickers.  He smiled agin, a leer in his eye "Your a horny bitch, your wet arn't you".

He grabbed my arm, pushed me up against the small dining table standing against the wal, he forced me over the table, he used his feet to push my feet apart, his fingers sliding down into the back of my knickers, rubbing the entrance of my cunt and then up along my butt cheeks.  He gave one hard shove into my back, forcing me down as he I heard him unzip his jeans.  I felt his cock kinda fall out of his jocky shorts and flop agasint my bum cheek, then he aimed the tip to me arse.  He held it just there, just very slightly pressing on the enterance. He then thrust forward, with only the slightest ofmy cunt juice smeared on my anus, his cock seared like a red hot poker as he rammed himself into my arse.  I screamed out, the sheer pain of it or being taken dry,  I tried to push up from the table but he gathered my arms behind my back, holding me down, he kept thrusting, each time pulling my arse slime on his cock, lubing me with my own slime.

His hands pulled my blouse up out of my skirt, his hands roaming up inside my blouse, grabbing at my fat tits, his pouring at them, groping and mauling at them, tugging my bra down.  His fingers tightly pressing into the meat of my tits as his hips bucked back and forth, fucking my arse.  I don't know how long it took him, it seemed to last hours but he kept ramming him self in, smashing my thighs agasint the table, his fingers digging in deep into the flesh of my tits.  Suddenly he roared out, his cock throbing deep in my arse, exploding and flooding me arse with his black seed.

He pulled out, grabbing at my hair to pull me upright.  He lent down and put his mouth to my ear "You can fuck off now bitch", and roughly pushed me to my discarded coat on the floor.