​     After his fourth beer of the morning and third shot of whiskey, Hoby Barker figured it'd be a great time to go fuck his room mate, Belle Strom. Hoby stripped off his clothes and went in after her.

     "Bitch! Wake up! I got a present for you!"

​     Belle opened a bloodshot eye.

     "Get the fuck out of here," she muttered.

     "The hell I..."

     She went to swat at him, but he grabbed her wrist and pinned her to the bed. Her small breasts quivered as she fought to break free from him.

​     "Get off me, motherfucker!"

​     Her curses only got him hotter. He threw the blanket off the bed so that he could press his naked body against hers. He used his knee to try and separate her legs so that he stick his knobby old dick up into her.

​     "Get off me, you prick!" She got a hand in his mouth so that she clutched his cheek. She pulled hard on it until he was off of her and off the bed completely.

​     "Cunt! That hurt!"

​     What she wanted to do was rip his cheek right off his fucking face. It was bad enough she had to share an apartment with the drunken, ignorant pig. Now she couldn't even get any sleep because he wanted to get loaded and fuck her? Fuck that. As he got up off the floor, she hopped out of bed to smack him in the face, and she knew how to punch with some real impact, too. That pissed Hoby off so much that ​he started swinging. She spun away from him, but, as she did, she made sure to cock punch him a good one, see if she could get that carrot of his to wilt a little.

     "Bitch!"

​     And then it was like Belle had a hundred arms all of a sudden, just like he did when he wore his Silver Centipede armor, and they were all coming at ​him. Hoby couldn't keep up with it all. She hit him in the mouth hard enough to make his eyes water, and that turned him into a wild man. He swung his fists just to swing them, just to wail on that fucking bitch wherever the fuck she was.

​     Neither one of them landed a punch after that. They were both too instinctively protective defensively and too unthinking offensively. After awhile, they figured it might be a better idea to just kind of get a grip on each other, wrestle a little. They both sweated heavily by that time, Hoby especially, and, you know, rubbing together like that felt kind of good. Their lips came together, and their mouths opened, and Hoby tasted morning gunk while Belle tasted blood and beer, and now it really was time to fuck. Belle flopped on her back on the bed, and Hoby twisted her around. He wanted to fuck her like a dog, like the bitch she was, but she wasn't having any of that, either. She twisted back around so that she faced him. As she did, she "accidentally" kneed his balls.

     "Whore!"

​     "Well, that's what you get, motherfucker."

​     The blow to his balls didn't soften his dick one bit. Just the opposite. Belle pushed Hoby away from her so that only his balls and her clitty touched. She rubbed against him a little bit, and then she grabbed his stiff member to slip into herself.

​     "Fuck me, you no good piece of shit," she guttural growled.

​     "I'll fuck you all right, you..." Hoby didn't finish the sentence because he found it hard to fuck and talk at the same time. Her cunt was nice and slick as he slid in and out of her. He felt the end of his dick swell like it was filling with sperm, then,

     "Ya-hoo-eee!" 

​     It was enough of a climax to make Hoby's toes cramp as he spurted what felt like gallons of warm, gooey cum.

​     "Bastard!" Belle rolled away from him and went at herself with her own fingers, her legs raised and spread, her feet twisting this way and that, until...until...

​     "Aaaggghhh!"

     Afterwards, they sweated and breathed hard on opposite sides of Belle's bed.

​     "Cockbite," she muttered. She reached for a cigarette on the nightstand.

     "Give me one of those," Hoby said.

​     "Fuck you," she said as she let him take one from the pack.

     "I'm thirsty. Go get me a beer."

​     "Double fuck you." She didn't budge from the bed.

     "Bitch."

​     He got up to go get one himself. Only problem was, they were out of beer. Not only that, but they'd already gone through the money they'd been given to live on for a month.

     "Fuck!"

     Both their phones rang at the same time.

​     Whoa, Hoby thought. That's got to be The Boss.

     We've got another assignment.

     Ya-hoo-eee! 

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