[ WP ] Please write a story based on these settings .

**WAY NOT SAFE FOR WORK AND SCHOOL** 
 
 He was meat. Hate fuck was not even enough to get the point across. Everything he is, everything he represents is just fucking despicable. But who turns away free cock? 
 
 He is a vegan but buys his vegetables at Walmart without even realizing that each purchase supports brutal human trafficking. Men and women leaving drug wars and little support or future to be dragged across a desert with a high chance of death only to arrive in near slave conditions to be taken advantage of by society in every way possible. Their corpses litter the deserts of the American south west without names or pasts and full of nothing but stolen futures. 
 
 My hate fuels every thrust as sweat pours down my back and chest. I go at him like an animal. I want him to hurt. 
 
 I could almost accept his ignorance but he also supports making unions illegal doubling down on the same crimes. He sees them as lazy workers doing nothing but trying to get more for working less. He is totally unaware of the past. Of those who have died in horrible manner to the pinks. Of workers being crucified on train bridges to keep the status quo. Of the fact that his 9 to 5 could n't exist without unions. 
 
 He is under me as I ride. My hands grab his round ass and I pull him deep into me. His head throws back as I double my effort. 
 
 As much as I hate his stupidity, his vapidness, his complete and total counterness I hate myself. I had no choice but to say yes for him. I will tell others `` who turns away free cock'' but it is more than that. I ca n't turn him away. Inside I feel empty. I need him to love me and appreciate me. I have nothing without making him moan. 
 
 As if on cue he moans in a deep and guttural way. I lift my hand and slam it onto his chest leaving a bright red mark. It is not the first mark and wont be the last. 
 
 I hate myself for my actions but I hate myself even more for the fact that I need them. I *need* him. I need him to go to all his despicable friends and tell them that I drove him wild. That he is broken. That no one will ever be good enough. Without that ability I have nothing. If I can not drive him wild I will never be smart enough, I will never be rich enough, I will never be pretty enough to make up for it. If I can not do that I will *never* be a real woman. If I can not do that I deserve the emptiness inside. 
 
 My breasts bounce up and down in time with my movement. My nipples seem to hypnotize him as his head sinks back into the pillow. He begins to lose control. 
 
 The feeling of being an empty shell, of being hollow to the core, never leaves. But I am a God and his every action confirms it. 
 
 EDIT: Made some changes to increase interest in the story.
