Thread: Stood Up! (Jack Stalker and Poetdreamer)

We can do anything in here? Close. That's an easy mistake to make when talking abut my place. nodded Jason with a growl as Chloe moved off her stool and walked over to him, parading herself about in front of his clear calculating eyes. He could hardly recall when he wanted to fuck a girl so badly, her dress showed off an obscene amount of thigh and the top plunged down to barely skim over the upper swell of her perfectly hand sized tits. Her heels were just the right height they should be to allow her to bend over and be comfortably fucked from behind, which was understandably his benchmark on female footwear. The actual fact of the matter is that I can do anything in here. If you want that same privilege, then you need to get my permission. he grinned, stepping in behind her as she moved to the pool table. His body pushing into her and trapping her against the hard edge of the table. He knew she would be able to feel the monstrous length of his cock, straining against his jeans as he ground slightly into her. One hand moving onto her shoulder, bare exposed skin burning under the searing touch of his fingers, while his other hand slid onto her thigh, easing around until the fingers were teasingly close to her groin. He leaned in, hot breath against her ear as he spoke, drinking in the feel and sell of her as he violated her personal space as though it were his god given right. I don't think you need to be reminded how to play Chloe, you seem to know just what to do. his words growled up from his throat to spill out of his mouth as he licked her earlobe, then sucked it between his teeth. Crushing it gently until it pulled free from his mouth, as he slid his left hand up from her groin, up her taut stomach, over her tits to her throat, briefly dancing the nails across her chest. Then both hands shifted to her shoulders, bending her forwards over the table, forcing her ass to push into his groin. First you need to get into the right position. he told her, oblivious to any stragglers who might still be in the bar. If there were any then they were having the sense to stay quiet. Then you need to get into a stable position. he added, his feet moving to kick her ankles apart, leaving her legs spread wide behind her as he placed one hand between her shoulder blades and the other eased down to her ass, stroking across her firm buttocks to grasp at the hem of her flimsy dress, easing it up as his fingers moved beneath to stroke at her skin and upper thighs. The thing is I think you know exactly how to play. I don't think you came here to play pool Chloe, I think you came here to get yourself fucked. Shame your date didn't show, but don't worry I think I can help you out. he hissed. He lifted her dress up, smoothing a hot pal across her ass cheeks, feeling her thong and giving a grin as he slid a finger around it to stroke along the folds of her cunt, sinking a little into her crease as he did so. Now, I've had to watch you tease my cock all fucking night, in my own bar no less. Sitting there on that barstool flashing your thighs and shifting about in your fuck me heels. If anything I should be punishing you for being such a nasty little slut. he grunted, Instead let's play like you said. To play this game you need to bend over, spread your legs to keep you steady, then prepare yourself to take a few strokes. he grinned, sinking a finger into her cunt as he spoke, stretching it open and delving a lone digit three knuckles deep into her snatch. Tell me, is that a fantasy of yours To get your tight young flesh fucked hard on a pool table, because from the way your acting I'd say it was. Tell me, tell me about it Chloe.