Thread: Stood Up! (Jack Stalker and Poetdreamer)

Stood up! As soon as he'd laid his eyes on her, Jason Steadman had started to miss shots, playing alone at the pool table he sent shot after shot bouncing around the place like it was a game he'd never played before. He was way too busy raping the newcomer to his bar with his eyes, moving uncomfortably to hide the tent in his jeans as he thought about how hard he would like to fuck her tight young flesh. A devastatingly hot blonde with legs that mesmerised him each time she walked across the room or swivelled on her barstool. He'd caught her name as she'd brushed off the chat up lines from the bartender, talking about waiting for someone. Of course, as the night wore on and the bar patrons increased, then eventually began to bleed away, he'd noticed that no one had shown up to see her at all. Who ever was supposed to be meeting her had stood her up! That was going to be a bad mistake for them and a blessing for him. A girl as hot as Chloe Severs , dressed to kill in a 'rape me' dress and 'fuck me' heels? He figured that she wasnt going to want to go home wet between her legs, resigned to fingering herself to oblivion to get off tonight. No, no, no, he figured that she needed cock, in that tight young cunt between her legs, and he was going to be the man to provide it. As much as he was going to be fucking her, she was going to have to dig down deep in order to take what he was going to give her. In his twisted eyes she was nothing more than a cock teasing little slut, who had wrecked his pool game and given him a monstrous hard on all fucking night long. There were only a few of them left now and finally it was just him, his barman, a few regular stragglers and the hot blonde. Giving the man some errand to run he locked up the doors, finally moving back to address her as he shifted to a side of the pool table opposite to where she was. You all right there? I don't think your friend is coming tonight. Their loss... he growled as he smoothed down his T-Shirt, leaned over the pool table and sunk a ball into a corner pocket. Cleanest shot of the night. His eye line rising from the corner to stroke up her calves, along her thighs and up her body to her face. He gave her a predatory look as he moved around closer to her. The bars closing soon, but I can see that you are still holding out hope. If you want to stay you're going to have to pay... he told her in a matter of fact tone. Up close her body was insanely hot, she had to be a model or an actress, either that or someone who had been sculpted from every mans image of a fantasy fuck. She was so hot and fit he was surprised she hadn't been dragged out into the alley behind the bar and fucked ragged, or forced into the bathrooms to be bent over a sink and hammered hard. Still, the night was young and there were plenty of chances for those things to happen and more. ...pay... or play. The thing is, Blondie, what do you want to play... or how would you like to pay? he smiled at her as he tapped the pool table with his cue. By the way, I own this place, so I can suggest a few things unless you have a suggestion of your own? My name's Jason by the way. Jason Steadman. Youre Chloe, right? he told her with a grin, although half the time he was talking to her legs and letting her know it. He expected that she had to be used to guys raping her with their eyes and fucking her in their thoughts. He made no attempt to conceal his casual abuse of her flesh with his eyes, resting a hand on her thigh as he moved in closer. He offered her the cue he was holding. You look like you know how to play. Try taking a few strokes, it might cheer you up after wasting all that time tonight waiting for some dumb fuck to show up, someone who clearly had better things to do than spend time with a girl as hot as you. A girl who clearly got dressed with one thing on her mind. he grinned. The feel of her flesh, the scent of her hair, the look in her eyes. Jason made up his mind, right then and there, that she was going to be fucked eight ways to Sunday before leaving this place, and if she didn't like it? If she hadn't been planning to give in to her inner whore, right here and now, well he'd just have to carry on fucking her until she did like it.