Though only spring, it was still hot enough in Houston this evening to fry an egg on the sidewalk.
She lay sleeping in the cool, dark room, still muzzy from jet lag. Her dreams were breaking up as she hovered on the brink of consciousness.
A dull bass thump of distant music, and the muted sound of a crowded arena vaguely began to register as she surfaced. Her groggy mind had just started piecing together where she was, when the door to the room burst open and someone barged in.
She sat up with a start, scared by the sudden noise, and her fear began shifting gears rapidly. A giant man stood silhouetted in the doorway, looking in at her.
His hulking body nearly eclipsed the light outside the doorway as he ducked in. He was monstrously huge, and just before he flipped on the light and blinded her, she saw him strip off his tight black muscle shirt and flip it to the floor.
"Aha!" He yelled, bounding into the room and slamming the door. He laughed at her cry of terror as she jumped from the bed, frantically looking for an escape route.
She squinted against the bright light, confused and scared. The room had no windows, and the man barred her way to the door.
"Somebody's been sleeping in my bed!" He announced, deep voice booming in the small room. He leveled an accusing finger at the scared woman. "And there she is!"
His big black boots clomped like rapid thunder across the quiet room, and he quickly latched onto her.
She squealed in fear and he grinned, grabbing her upper arm and giving her a good shake.
"But you're no Goldilocks." He growled, flicking the black, sleep-mussed hair that tumbled past her shoulders.
She made a sound of protest and glared up at him, trying to pull away.
"That's awright, though." He drawled, a slow, nasty smile spreading across his face. He clamped an oversized, hairy paw on the side of her neck all friendly-like. "I ain't picky."
"Ich—!" She blurted out, but he shook her again—hard—shutting her up.
"'Icky?' Now she's done gone hurt my feelings." He grumbled to himself in a hurt tone. "Well." He sighed, shaking his head resignedly. "I guess I'm gonna have to be icky then."
She looked away when he stooped and tried to grin in her face. Her heart was in her throat, and her guts were full of panicky butterflies. She knew exactly what that smile meant!
The man was huge and muscled and hairy, like some beast from a nightmare movie. He wore only a pair of black leather pants and heavy motorcycle boots. Her toes curled as he stepped closer, afraid of being crushed, afraid of him.
His hard, hairy belly filled her vision as he pulled her head forward in his iron grip and began pushing it down.
She struck out, thinking to wound him where all men were vulnerable.
"Ooo, a tough girl..." His deep voice purred in approval. He smiled down at her scowling face as she stood before him trying to be defiant. "I do like me a tough girl."
She had tried to hit him in the nuts, but he'd captured her hand easily. He now held it firmly against the warm, meaty bulge in the crotch of his black leathers.
"Go on, Darlin'." He said, pressing her grasping fingers tighter against the creaking leather. "You can squeeze harder'n that, can't you?"
She trembled beneath his other hand gripping her neck, breathing fast and hard through her nose. Her bottom lip was caught in her teeth, and he could tell she was trying not to cry. Her show of bravado was immensely entertaining.
"After all, we're going to be good friends, you and I." He squeezed harder, enjoying her little squeak of pain.
She had a free hand fisted in the fabric of her nightgown at her thigh, but the man was unconcerned. Wrangling this little filly was gonna be easy-peasy. He was gi-normous, and she couldn't weigh more than a buck thirty,
"Real. Good. Friends." He promised, blinking slowly. His smile was relaxed, almost friendly, but his hooded eyes drank her in with calculated lust. He rolled his hips against her hand, letting her feel his thickening shaft.
"What say we get that nightie off you now? See if we can make you cry a little for me? Would you like that, Sweetheart? Mm? I know I would."
"My goodness!" He said, laughing at her antics. "You're just cute as a little button!"
He held her neck and an ankle in rock-like fists, watching as she turned pink and struggled for air. A vein swelled and snaked up the middle of her forehead, and he grinned.
"See what you get for being cute?" He said reasonably.
He opened and closed his jaw testingly, appreciating the fight his little missy was putting up.
She had been deceptively compliant when he'd stripped that nightie from her. He'd read her coiled tension rightly and had been on guard for such foolery, but he then he'd gotten a mite distracted.
When he'd pushed her back onto the bed, well...he'd just had to take a moment to admire those white cotton panties stretched taut over her cleft.
His distraction was all the chance she needed, and she'd gone for it.
He'd reached in, giving her smooth, white-pantied mons a nip with his thumb and forefinger, and the little bird had turned on him, fighting him with everything she had.
She'd managed to land a good, solid kick to his face before he'd captured the offending foot and cut off her air supply.
"Think you're pretty funny, don'tcha, Sweetheart?" He laughed, letting her claw at the hand choking her. She scored a couple of good deep scratches on him, but she was losing that sass fast now.
Though her eyes were sliding out of focus, she was still weakly trying to kick his ribs with her free foot.
"Oh, Darlin'." He chuckled approvingly. "You sure are making this fun for me." He wrenched her leg around, releasing her neck and roughly flipped her to her belly.
She coughed and spluttered, making adorable little panicky sounds as she pulled at the sheets, trying to get away from him. He smiled and quickly hooked the waistband of her panties with two thick fingers.
Her wriggling cheeks were bared as he pulled her back to him, and he delivered a resounding smack to her ass.
She yelped like a puppy, and he grinned in delight, switching hands to pick at the lacing of his leathers.
"You..." He said, contentedly freeing his swollen penis and enjoying her frightened face gawping back at him. "Have some important lessons to learn today."
He ripped her panties away and grabbed her wriggling hips, admiring the welting handprint raising fast on her ripe little butt.
Socking her ass up to his crotch, he brushed a thumb over the flaming stripes his long fingers had painted. She flinched and squeaked, shivering in fear against his furry chest as he bent low over her back.
"Yeah..." He whispered in her ear, holding her tight.
His shaven jaw scraped her cheek, and she squinched her eyes shut.
"Hurts, don't it?" His low, gravelly voice dripped the promise for more. She whimpered, breath hitching in and out a few times, and then finally, she gave him his tears.
"Aw... See now, Babydoll?" He leaned into her, pushing her cheek to the bed. "That wasn't so hard, was it?"
He cupped one of her breasts, squeezing what amounted to a meager handful in his giant mitt, and gently nibbled the hot, salty tears from the lashes of her tightly-shut eyes.
His soft lips and the warm, dabbing tip of his tongue were a stark contrast to the iron band of his imprisoning arm. She couldn't breathe, but his hot breath warmed her skin.
"And now you've been nice to me," he said, "I'm gonna be nice to you."
He slid his hand from her breast and down between her legs, keeping her pinned to himself in the circle of one great, hairy arm with her rear presented.
She made a sobbing sound, feeling the futility of her struggle, and the tears came faster. His voice was loud in her ear, and reverberated through her back from his deep, heavy chest.
"That's it, Darlin'. You go on and cry for me now." He growled. He smiled into her neck, watching her face crumple as he explored and rubbed her frightened little pussy with firm strokes.
He pulled his hand away and brought his fingertips to his nose, inhaling her scent deeply.
She watched him in disbelief from the corner of one eye, and then to her horror, he parted his wide lips and put his fingers in his mouth, sliding three of them deep to the back of his throat.
"Mmmmmm..." He growled blissfully, closing his eyes. His throat worked as he sucked and swallowed, holding her tighter for a long moment.
She shuddered, feeling his hips grinding against her, pressing the length of himself along the valley of her butt cheeks.
It was hard to breathe in his crushing embrace, but oh, not for him! His breath and feasting grunts were close and loud in her ear.
When he pulled his thick fingers from his mouth, they were slicked with saliva, trailing a pearling string that caught on his captive's flushed cheek.
She made a sound of disgust, and he smiled, reaching between her legs again. His face hovered inches from hers, watching her as he rubbed her slippery vulva. He lapped his drool from her cheek with a slow, warm lick.
She mewled and squirmed beneath him, her tear-stained face a portrait of revulsion.
"Don't you worry, you tasty little cupcake." He said, grinning as he greased her quivering peach and she sobbed in despair. "I'm gonna take right good care of you..."
