They met in a bar earlier in the night, her looking a victim, him looking for a simple good time. She spotted him sitting in his corner booth, sipping his drink as his eyes darted around the bar at the various girls. She recognized the look in his eyes the moment she saw him. It was the look of a beast on the hunt, the glare of a creature seeking something very specific. She watched as his eyes followed the mercurial writhing of a girl dancing by the jukebox, some young thing in tight jeans probably unwinding after some college exam. No, this one wouldn't be lost to some nubile whore. She would claim this beast for her own. She downed her drink and ordered another from the bartender, adding to the order a second glass of whatever the gentleman in the corner booth was having. With a raised brow and a knowing smirk the bartender, an old friend of the woman's, filled the glasses and placed them beside her.
As the hunter's eyes remained locked on the student, he drained his rum and coke with practiced control. He was getting into acquisition mode. He found himself aware of everything connected to him and resorting to conscious action for the simplest movements. He had been in this state before. Whenever he hunted or focused, he came to a state of heightened awareness. This awareness made him perfectly mindful of the stranger's approach. He could smell the rum in one of the glasses. Clearly this one was meant for him. He kept his eyes on his prospective prey until at last the glass was placed beside him. A glance shot down to the full glass, then up to his empty one with the three slowly melting ice cubes, then back to the girl at the jukebox. Too late. She was dancing against some frat boy that would undoubtedly leave her unsatisfied and probably pregnant by morning. His prey snatched by an unwitting adversary, he decided to cut his losses and see what this woman with the drink wanted. He turned and motioned for the stranger to join him, setting down one glass to take up another.
If one thing could be said about the exchanges between the two in that corner booth that evening, it would be called a dance of minds and souls. His eyes bored into her as he took in the scent of the drink, enjoying the mingling of the ingredients while checking for anything mind-altering. Her smile and soothing voice worked to tear down his own defenses. They talked as they drank, never looking away from each other, always smiling. The words were simply a show. The real exchange was going on unspoken in their eyes. Names weren't needed. Jobs weren't needed. They both knew as soon as she sat down what would happen. As soon as the drinks were finished the invite back to her place was given and accepted. They paid the tabs and walked out together, into the night and into their mutual lust.
They stepped into her house a tangle of arms, legs, and lips. His hands held her close as her skirt was hiked up inch by inch. She wrapped one leg around him, grinding already against him as she held onto him with one hand and worked at opening his pants with the other. She managed to free his stiffened member just as he was able to lift her skirt to her waist, revealing her freshly shaved, tantalizingly moist slit. He could smell her arousal and feel the moisture as she teased his hardness, her hand working his shaft as she brought the head against her opening without letting it in. She moistened more at the sound of his frustrated growl, knowing he wanted in her. She admitted to herself, judging by the length and girth of his rod, that once she did let him into her wet flower it would be an overwhelming sensation. He wasn't enormous, therefore it wouldn't be too painful, but he was exactly big enough that he would make her feel full and pleased. She giggled as he growled louder biting into her neck and trying harder to force his way into her. Finally she squeezed his shaft and looked him in the eyes, holding his hardness against her slit.
"Do you want it," she asked, knowing perfectly well from the fire in his eyes that he was ready to take her as hard as possible and at any cost. He nodded slowly, entirely aware of the throbbing in his own shaft and the wetness awaiting him.
She smiled and released her hand, quickly latching onto his shoulder and moaning as he was driven into her, penetrating deep into her with every inch of his member, grunting at the unexpected tightness of her insides. Growling, he pulled himself back and thrust in again, pinning her against the wall as he lifted her legs around him. She moaned again as he impaled her on his hardness, relishing in the sensation of his meat filling her wet and eager hole. It took everything she had to remember she was here, pinned to this wall, allowing this lowly man into her body for a reason. She needed a victim, a puppet. As he thrust into her he guided her up and down the length of his shaft, panting as he violated her insides over and over. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled herself tight against him, riding his manhood with all her strength. The first step was to make him eager to release his seed inside her. She needed to tease and tempt him until his mind was too clouded to resist her will. She tightened her walls around his shaft, letting gravity and his thrusts drive him deep into her until the head of his member kissed her cervix. The sensation he caused was phenomenal. As she panted and moaned she fought to maintain her own mind against the overwhelming lust. Finally, after a barrage of lustful, intoxicating thrusts, she felt what she was after. His member was swelling up within her, pulsing against her insides and hardening even more. He was about to cum. She quickly reached down between them and squeezed his shaft again, ensuring not even a drop of seed would escape into her without her say-so. Gripping him tight, she slid herself down to her hand and sat still on his member, grinning wickedly as she looked into his eyes. She could see the desire behind them, the passion in his soul and the eagerness to leave his mark. Slowly she shook her head and climbed off, moaning under her breath as the amazing rod left her. Stepping behind him she wrapped her arms around his waist and explored with one hand while the other held tight, giggling in his ear as she stroked him slowly.
"You have to earn the right to shoot inside me," she whispered teasingly in his ear, stroking a bit faster. He moaned as she stroked him, knowing he wouldn't be able to fight for long. Her hands moved like silky constructs of pleasure, one moving along the length of his shaft as the other explored him, then rested below his rod, cupping and massaging his balls. His head lolled back as his moans grew louder, his hands reaching back and gripping her firm buttocks. Feeling herself moisten more at the feel of his hands and the simple desire for more of him, she stroked faster as he hardened and pulsed. She peered around him to watch her silky hands work, eager to see he load all over her palm and fingers.
"Do it," she said, "cum all over my hands." Her hot breath teased his neck as she spoke, her hands unrelenting. It didn't take long for her efforts to come to fruition. After only a few more strokes he groaned as his load released onto her waiting hands, coating them with hot, sticky seed. Smirking and wetter than ever, she stepped back and examined the fluid on her fingers. It was warm and tingled just a little. As he turned to regard her, she brought her hand to her mouth and licked some of the seed off her fingers, slowly cleaning her hand with her tongue for him to watch. She smiled up at him as she licked the last of the cum from her fingers, knowing she had him right where she wanted him. Next she would lead him to the bed and make him eat her out, then tie him to the headboard and ride him until she had everything she needed to control him for good. At least, that is what she thought would happen.
She approached him, reaching to take his hand and lead him to his fate. As soon as she was within reach, however, things changed. The weakened, limped man she was preparing to command was suddenly strong and fiery again. He grabbed hold of her wrist and pulled her against himself, turning her around so her rear was firmly against his member. Holding her tight he reached down with one hand and unzipped her skirt, letting it fall to the ground at her feet, revealing her unrestrained lower half. Growling in her ear, he reached between her legs and ran a finger along her wet slit, teasing her.
