It was a typical Saturday night, and Allyssa Williams sat in the corner of the bar nursing her third White Russian of the evening. Her husband, Daniel was out of town on another of his "runs" to God knows where. Daniel was an independent trucker and he traveled about 40 weeks of the year for his work. For a woman like Allyssa, this was unacceptable. Allyssa was a woman with needs, and leaving her alone for extended periods of time like he did, she had found ways to meet those needs.
In fact, she was at her favorite bar that night to meet one of those very needs. She had been watching the door for the last half hour, but the person she was waiting for had not shown up as of yet. Allyssa was beginning to get more than a little worried he may not show at all.
Rodney wasn't exactly what one would call reliable. Impulsive and flighty, he had held numerous jobs none for very long and been on both sides of the law. Rodney was big, mean, and nasty, and Allyssa knew it. But she also knew that she could keep the beast under control because she had the one thing he wanted most.
As she sat there waiting and watching, many men came and went, and part of her secretly wished one of them would come up to her and take her back to her apartment. Allyssa was very horny and if Rodney didn't show up soon, she didn't know what she would do. Other men had come up to her, offering to buy her a drink, or wanting to engage her in a conversation in hopes of winning her, but Allyssa had something particular in mind and refused to have anything to do with a man who might not be willing or able to satisfy her.
Just as she was about to give up hope and grab the first guy she could get her hands on to take home and ride, the door swung open once more and Allyssa smiled broadly as Rodney entered the bar. Rodney saw her sitting there as well and as he walked across the room towards her, she noticed the scowl on his face and her heart skipped a beat. She loved it when he was in a mean mood - just what she needed that night!
Allyssa's first husband, Paul, was a mean, abusive man and she had gotten accustomed to reading and dealing with his angry, spiteful moods. He was paranoid and controlling and didn't let her out of his sight.
And on the rare occasions that she did, he would accuse her of cheating on him or plotting to leave him. Most women would have run from such a marriage, but she stayed - she kind of liked the fact that he watched her so closely.
It made her feel strangely loved and close to him. But then he died in that car accident and Allyssa was lost. He had kept such control of things that she couldn't function on her own. That's when she met Daniel and he was the polar opposite of Paul. He was kind and sweet and treated her like she was the most important thing in the world. At first, Allyssa enjoyed the freedom and the devotion he gave her.
It was a nice change and something she had never felt before. But before long, she began missing the old ways. It was too much of a change and she didn't know how to deal with being put on a pedestal. She missed being berated and yelled at, treated like she was just an object and that her opinion was stupid and didn't matter. She had met Rodney one night when she had come down to this same bar.
Daniel was off on another trucking trip and she was feeling lonesome. She came to the bar looking for some company and there she met Rodney. He was just what she had been needing and she had been seeing him since then whenever Daniel went out of town and she felt like being used.
Rodney came over to stand next to her, towering over her as she sat there at the table. Standing 6'2" tall he was nearly a foot taller than her 5'4" height. What do you want to drink? She admired the coarse features of his dark face, and his large, muscular body.
He was wearing his typical "wife-beater" t-shirt and tight faded jeans with the big heavy work boots. Allyssa was already eager for that big black body to be sprawled on top of her that night, and the sooner the better. She could feel her pussy twitching and her panties were getting damp as she thought about what this night might entail. A double Scotch, and make it quick," he said, gruffly. Rodney looked down on the buxom, thirty five year old blonde.
He didn't love the woman, in fact, he didn't have any emotional attachment to her at all. Nor did he want one. She was simply an easy lay and could be fun in the sack sometimes, particularly when he was in a pissed off mood. That night was one of those times. He was thirty years old, with a shit job as a garbageman and no prospects for anything better. With a police record, no high school diploma, and anger management issues, it was clear that this was going to be his life, and Rodney was ready to take his frustrations and general resentment of the world out on her.
Allyssa paid for his drink, putting it on her tab. He downed the Scotch in one gulp and then followed it up with a small glass of soda. Allyssa smiled at him and finished her drink. Rodney stood up and watched as Allyssa rose and walked over to the bar to pay her tab. When he saw she was ready to go, he walked out the door, not holding it for her. Just as he started to go for the door, it opened and two other guys who were busy talking started to come in.
Rodney shoved them out of the way and when one of them complained, Rodney drew back as if to knock his head off his shoulders. Allyssa knew he was in a vile mood and she smiled They walked to the car, him walking fast and making her try to keep up as best she could having had a few too many drinks and wearing her high heels to boot.
When they got to her house, Allyssa unlocked and opened the door, closing it again after they were both inside. Neither of them had said a word since leaving the bar. She took him by the hand and walked him into the living room and seated him on the sofa. Allyssa got the bottle of her husband's Scotch from the bar and poured him a large glassful.
She handed it to him and then cuddled up next to him patting his crotch. I have been thinking of your big black cock all day, baby. Right now I gotta piss," he said, heading for the bathroom.
He was gone for a couple minutes and Allyssa was sitting on the sofa when he came back. He walked up to her grabbing her by the upper arm. When they got into the bedroom, he shoved her into the room and over to the bed. He came over and stood beside the bed as Allyssa began undressing him. This was the way it was with the two of them. He didn't care about her "feelings" or being gentle with her. She was there to give him something to fuck.
She was a cum receptacle - nothing more. She had three holes and it was his choice which one he used and when. Allyssa understood this and accepted it gratefully. Truth be told, this was exactly what she wanted from him as well.
She wanted to be used, to be humiliated, to be treated like a dirty back-alley cunt. She loved it when he was mad at life She loved it when he was harsh and hard on her; she wanted to be roughed up and treated like a cheap whore.
Rodney sat down on the bed while Allyssa undressed him, pulling his t-shirt over his head and laying it on the chair next to the bed. Then she dropped to her knees between his legs.
She began untying and removing his heavy work boots. She had seen these boots in action, remembering that one poor sap that challenged him in the parking lot of the bar a few months ago. He'd had a bad day at work and a little too much to drink, and this guy was just in the wrong place at the wrong time. He paid for it too - Rodney kicked and stomped him severely with his heavy boots until a couple other guys from the bar came out to see what was going on and pulled him off the guy.
Rodney had to do some time in jail for it; fortunately the guy recovered but he never came back to that bar again. With his shirt, shoes and socks off now, Allyssa turned her attentions to his jeans. Eagerly, she reached out to unbuckle his belt. Up till then, Rodney hadn't done anything to help or hinder her, just allowing her to undress him but, when she started peeling his pants down, he stood up to let her pull them all the way down and off.
Allyssa paused once his pants were off and looked wistfully at the large bulge that was showing in his boxers. She traced her fingers along its length, smiling as it twitched under her touch. This was why he was here Sure, she could have her pick of guys from the bar - she was a hot piece and she knew it.
But this long black cock knew her innermost secrets and knew just how to please her like none other could. You wanna fuck or not? She looked up and smiled, then pulled his boxers down and off like she did his jeans. Rodney now sat on the bed completely naked, waiting for her to start licking and sucking on his cock.