A Night of Passion

by Scarlett M Butler

Clouds filled the midnight sky, as her lover filled her inside.

Becca moaned and urged him on, faster, harder, deeper ...

Hours later she stood outside in the rain, shivering, as she handed money to her dealer in return for the substance that kept her lover cumming back for more.

Just once, thought the physically unattractive Becca, I'd like to have a night of passion with someone without having to pay them, as though they were prostituting themselves...

Which of course, all her lovers were.

Becca was short and squat, 4'11 at 346 lbs. Her long black hair was currently greasy and stringy, as she only washed it once a month to save on the water bill. She only bathed once a month, too, and it showed; her skin was dull, yellowish, and pealing, marked with acne covering her face and the rest of her body, as well. She smelled like last weeks garbage, and frequently attracted flies to her. Due to her short arms, she was unable to clean herself after a bm; this only added to her pungent aroma. In addition, she had several bad habits, which included biting her toenails, picking her nose to the point of nosebleed (in public places), sniffing under her armpits (also in public places), and chewing on her limp, stringy hair (once again, often in public). All of these attributes made her unattractive as a potential lover, and therefore she often had to pay her lovers--whether they were professional prostitutes or not--in money, drugs, favors, or other sordid yet possibly illegal ways. All this led to a very low self-esteem, and a dream world in which a nice, young, handsome, rich man wanted to be her lover ... without asking anything of her!

In fact, Becca paid so much for sex, that she barely had enough money to live on or to buy clothes. All her clothes were several years old, smelled funny, and some even had holes in them, in inappropriate places.

Beccas sighed as she received her package and put it in her coat. As she turned away, she heard a gunshot, and the body of the man to whom she had just given all her money hitting the ground with a loud thump. But, having grown up on the streets, she knew better than to look back.

That is, until a hand laid itself upon her shoulder.

Becca stiffened, and screamed. She whirled around in fear, and stared up into the face of the most handsome man she had ever seen in her entire life.

He was tall, dark, and handsome--just like her dream man! His hair was black and wavy, and looked so incredibly soft and smooth that she just wanted to rub it against her pussy and purr. His mouth was outlined by full lips that made her long to pull his head down so that he could sample the delights that rested in between her legs. His eyes gleamed with so much sexual knowledge that she wanted to rip off his shirt and jump his bones--in fact, he was so sexy that she came right there, where she stood, just staring up at him!

He held out his hand. In the daze of afterglow from the best orgasm she'd ever had, she took his hand and pulled it down to her crotch as she pulled aside her thong--she wore nothing else beneath the long trench coat.

The man cleared his throat and yanked his hand away.

Becca looked up at him from under her lashes and drawled, in a slurred, dreamy voice, "was it as good for you, babe?" She winked.

The man cleared his throat again and reached his hand--the one that hadn't been beneath her thong, into his coat for a handkerchief to wipe off his other hand. Then, he reached his hand once again into his jacket, and brought out a badge. An FBI badge.

"Did you just purchase narcotics from that man?" he asked, pointing to the bloody corpse that lay just a few feet away from them, sprawled on the ground.

Becca giggle, still happy and sated. "What's it to you?" she asked, with another wink.

"Because if you did, I'll have to arrest you," he told her, pointing to the handcuffs on the side of his belt.

It was a mistake on his part, because it drew her eyes down, past his belt, to the area that she wanted to be inside her as soon as possible.

"What do you say," she asked, as she stared at his soft, limp crotch, "that we discuss this matter further back at my place?" She winked at his crotch. "And I'm sure we could find some use for those handcuffs, if we think hard enough." She giggled, and winked once again at his crotch.

The man frowned. "You have the right to remain silent, he said, reaching for the handcuffs.

Becca giggled again, and batted her lashes at him in a woeful attempt at some semblance of flirting. "But I don't wanna remain silent!" She declared, placing her hand on top of his and quickly cuffing the two of them together. "I'm a grunter," she admitted with a blush, as she winked at his crotch one more time.

The man gritted his teeth. "Now look what you've done!" he exclaimed, glaring at their hands cuffed together, "I couldn't get away from you soon enough before, but now I can't get away at all!"

His words stung Becca to the core, and she began to cry.

He looked down at her, frightened by a woman's tears. "Aww, c'mon now, don't cry!"

"I ... I c-can't h-help it!" Becca hiccupped through her tears. "Y-your words, they're just s-so MEAN!" Her sobs grew louder.

"I didn't mean it," he lied, "I'm just having a bad day ... you know! Things come out harsher than they should."

But Becca was sobbing so hard now that tears were flowing freely down her face and mucus was flowing freely from her nose, straight onto his coat, where she buried her head.

"Just once!" she exclaimed through her veil of tears, "Just once in my life, I'd like to sleep with a man without having to pay him! I thought you were that man ... I thought you were my dream man!" Her sobbing grew wilder, messier, and noiser ... the front of his coat was now soaked--and not from the rain!

Her words touched the part of his heart that still knew how to pity ... and he pitied her. What the heck, he thought, the poor girl's going to be arrested anyway, she might as well know the pleasure of having me as a lover before she goes to jail and gets raped by all the "butch" lesbians.

So he said to her, gently. "No, you're wrong! I AM the man of your dreams, and I'm going to prove it to you! But first ... do you happen to have any Viagra on you?"

Becca grinned up at him, her waterworks suddenly turned off. "Here," she said, reaching into her coat, "it's what I was purchasing from that man over there," she admitted, pointing to the dead man.

The tall man stared down at her, searching his mind for a tactful way to get out of this situation.

There was none.

"C'mon, let's go, I live right over there," she said, pointing into an alley and dragging him behind her.

She took out her key and opened the door to the tiny janitor's closet, and flicked the light switch.

"Well, what do you think?" she asked him, "nice place, huh?"

"Uh ... nice," he said, wishing her were anywhere else but here.

"Ok, let's go!" she exclaimed, and began ripping off his clothes, and dropped her own trenchcoat to the floor.

He shuddered at the sight of her naked body--her thong had fallen off in the alley. Her breasts were tiny, her waist was huge, and her ass ... well, honestly, they didn't call them "dump trucks' for nothing!

He quickly popped the Viagra, hoping that it would help get him out of this situation. Soon, he was feeling the effect, and was able--when he kept his eyes closed, to begin ramming himself into her, hard and fast, hoping to just get this whole damn situation over with.

She was incredibly vocal and active in her passion--she clawed at his back with her razor-sharp, uncut or filed nails, leaving trails of blood. She pulled out his hair with super-human strength, leaving behind bald patches. He was pretty sure that she had herpes or some other STD, and neither of them had thought to use a condom. But he just kept on going ... and going ... and going ... kind of like the energizer bunny.

Finally he managed to cum by pretending she was some superhot model (although he nearly laughed as he thought it; there could be no comparison!), and she moaned and groaned and thrashed beneath him, accidentally kneeing him in his balls, which caused him to collapse atop her with a painful moan--which she thought to be pleasure!

Becca giggled. "That was great! That must have been the best sex of my life! C'mon, let's do it again!" And she turned him around and began to ride his soft penis. He could feel her sticky, stinky love juices gushing out onto him as she came again and again. He just shook his head. What was wrong with this woman?!

Finally, hours later, she was done. She had had her night of passion--without paying for it. He quickly unlocked the handcuffs, and took his leave.

Becca stretched and sighed, and waited a few minutes until after he had gone. Then she grinned, and took the recently purchased package from the inside pocket of her trenchcoat. The man had never even guessed!

Whistling, she put on her trenchcoat (her thong was lost, never to be seen again) and sauntered down the street where she hailed a taxi to take her home to her real apartment. She had been faking the entire time with that man. But now, with the little package in her pocket, she would have a real night of passion in store!

Leaning back in her seat, she let her trenchcoat fall open. The package fell out onto the seat, and some of the contents spilled.

Becca giggled. "Would you believe," she said to the taxi driver, "that I managed to get out of being arrested with tears and sex?" She giggled again, giddy just thinking of what she had done.

"Oh, did you really?" asked an all-too-familiar voice.

As the FBI agent turned around in the driver's seat to grin at her maliciously, Becca fainted dead away.

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