Thread: Stolen! (Jack Stalker and BethanUK)

Stolen! As soon as he saw her, Mark Gibson knew that Anne Harrison was way too good for his son, Edward. He had ever had a lot of respect for the boy, until now, when the realisation that he may just have some of his fathers genes when it came to picking women, finally took root. Nevertheless his son was, unfortunately, going to have to take a back seat with this particular woman. He had no idea how far their relationship had progressed. Had his son fucked her? Was she the sort who was stringing him along to get a ring on her finger? It mattered little, because regardless of the situation, he knew that he was going to have to have her for himself. He didn't care if it meant that he would have to steal her away from his son, just to show her that an older man would be far better suited to wringing a desperate orgasmic moan from her lips and making her quiver from pleasure. He knew that she had to have his cock and his alone, in order to learn the difference between a boys cock and the hard, brutal and dedicated fucking that a man could provide her with. He was captivated with her, drunk on the feelings of lust that her legs, thighs, ass, hips, tits and lips all created inside him when he looked at her. When his son flaked out of being able to collect her from some gym class, calling him to recruit him to pick her up as a favour, he knew that the opportunity to fuck her was upon him. The hard on he had, when he climbed into his station wagon, was almost painful. All he could think about was her flesh and the fact that, real soon, he would be sinking deep and hard into her flesh. He planned to wreck her body for any other cock but his. ruin her with a fucking that would have her skittering about, fobbing off his son while she scrambled to find a way to feel her boyfriends, fathers cock deep in her tight cunt again. He could give a fuck about the boy he was going to be cheating on, it didn't even matter that he was divorced himself, since cheating on his wife would simply have added a little extra to the thrill and the rush he was going to get when he finally forced open her legs and speared his cock deep into her yielding cunt. Pulling up outside the gym he wasted no time raping her with his eyes, as he watched her standing there waiting for his arrival. Wearing some sprayed on spandex leggings that screamed 'rape me' was bad enough, but they would have been nothing without the perfect body that packed them out, that was squeezed into them in such a way that demanded attention and called out to be noticed and drooled over. He finally managed to tear his eyes away from her thighs and raise them to her face, putting on a genuine smile as he unlocked the side doors to the car. Hi there Anne, Edwards away for the weekend. I guess he must have called you by now. He asked me to give you a ride. he said, patting the passenger seat. Toss your things in the back and we'll get going. he told her. You mind if I ask you a few questions? You know, fatherly stuff? he asked as he prepared to set off, planning to invade her personal space to draw a seatbelt across her once she was inside the car. The questions were going to be far from fatherly, however, mostly concerned with her flesh and her willingness to fuck. Is your place free? Or should we head back to mine. he added almost casually, not expanding on what he meant by such a comment. Did she know how badly he wanted to fuck her? Could she tell from his looks, his tone, the massive rod in his pants? Did she know what she did to him, this close, where he could feel the heat of her body, smell her scent and almost taste the sweat glistening on her skin.