A fuck.........

[Merelan]

all she wanted weas a hard fuck. Yet again and again she had only found weak and gentle men. Men who meant well, but weren't filling her needs. She needed a man, a real man.
Once again she found herself at the local bar. Drinking one too many driks, one too many nights. please God. Let a man, a real man walk in here tonight, and take what she had to offer.

Please God. It was almost a prayer.

 

[BadForm]

OOC: Not sure where you're going with this, Merelan - but if this char/rp fits in I'm happy to join you... If you don't like it, or this level of indicated domination/power/risk isn't what you're after, say and I'll happily withdraw.

IC: It was the closed season. That's why Ronnie Given was in the USA - well, that and the fact he'd been asked to come show his stuff to one or two of the Metrostars. He was sick and tired of playing non-league football in the UK, and outclassed everyone in his league. But none of the professionals wanted to hire someone who had served two jail terms for GBH and was sent off every few games for violent conduct. See, it wasn't so much that Ronnie had an anger management problem - just that he didn't like anyone to disagree with him...

Well, he'd shown the puffs over at the Giants Stadium a thing or two about how to play defence, and now he was out for a night on the town. Hopefully this pub served something better than the piss he'd had in every other American bar so far. He slammed some cash down on the bar to get the barman's attention and ordered a beer. Then he noticed the tart sitting two seats down from him. Tasty. Eager, but a little nervous. Just the way he liked them.

"What you drinkin', luv?" he asked. "Sam Adams is it, or you want something stronger?"

 

[Merelan]

OOC Lovely... wasn't heading anywhere.. just threw it out there to see where it went....

IC
I tossed my hair at him. Big guy, rough around the edges. Sure, right. A damn softie, wanna bet on it?
"I drink juice, straight juice." He turned... "But tonight, Sam Adams."

 

[BadForm]

Ronnie Given

Juice? Yeah, right. Unless that was some kind of Yankie slang for cum he doubted it. This tart was just like all the others - tried to pretend to be innocent, but in reality was just out for a good shag. Sam Adams it was then - shame this place didn't sell any of the export lagers.

"A pint of Sam Adams over here!" he yelled, thrusting another note out towards the busy barman. When he got the drink, he took a seat over by the woman. "Here you go, luv. So, what's your name?"

 

[Merelan]

Instinctively I pulled away. Rough I liked but this? Maybe.
Sipping the beer, I hated. Maybe it was.

"Flicka. Ms. Flicka Devons. And you?"

 

[BadForm]

Ronnie Given

"Ronnie Givens... And yeah, before you ask, it is a British accent. I'm a football player from the UK. Just been trying out for the Metrostars. Figured I'd check out the night life. So, how about yourself?"

He took a long draught from his pint as he looked at the woman before him. Not bad looking, she could sure show some of the birds back in England a thing or two. And before the end of tonight, she'd be showing him a thing or two for sure... well, not just showing.

 

[Merelan]

"For a living? I am a professor of Literature." Slugging back the last of the beer. "For fun? I collect things."

 

[BadForm]

Ronnie Given

So, she was a stuck up toff slummin' it? Well, if she wanted a bit of rough, he was more than happy to give it to her. But with women like this you had to take it a bit slow, at least at first.

"Collect things huh? Like what? Stamps and that?"

 

[Merelan]

"Stamps? No. I collect men, lovers. Beauty. Art. I like beautiful things. Don't you?" Ordering the next round myself, another for him, but a juice for myself.
He was sexy, damn sexy, and the beer reminded me of younger days. Before my education, before being a good girl had advantages. Maybe I had looked in the wrong places before. Crossing my legs and letting him get a better look down my blouse, a blue silk, tied at my waist. The skirt was long, but had the thigh high slits that allowed for my long legged stride.

 

[BadForm]

Ronnie Given

He downed the rest of his pint in one. Ok, this bitch really was up for it. No other reason she'd tell a stranger she collected lovers, even he could see that. His crystal blue eyes sparkled with passion as he wiped his scarred knuckles across his mouth. She was a looker too, and he was happy to look. He felt his cock press slightly against the inside of his pants at the proffered sight of her breasts.

"Listen, luv," he said, smirking slightly. "The stuff they call beer here is piss. I got a car parked outside an a case of special brew in the back. What say we get outta here and go back to your place? Get to know one another."

 

[Merelan]

I let him sit, and thought. Yes, why not. He was the best this place had to offer, and he wasn't bad. A great body, I almost believed the football story. I stood in one movement, pulling my shawl around my shoulders.

"Your car, but to a hotel I know. A rather special hotel, with all the amenities." Hoping he wouldn't back down, my pussy needed a good fuck. I could feel the wetness even now. He even offered his arm.
I tingled. He was strong, and big. Big enough to take over? Knowing nothing too, too bad could happen. That was part of the amenities. We were monitered, unobtrusively, so if things went too far. And the hotel knew how far too far was with me. And my coded safe phrase.
"It's just a few minutes from here."

 

[BadForm]

Ronnie Given

Ronnie led her out to the car the Metros had hired for him while he was in the USA. A 2002 Dodge. Nice, but nothing too special. He opened the passenger seat to let her in, and then got in himself. Before starting the engine, he reached into the backseat and opened a cooler there, pulling out a couple of cold cans of Special Brew - real soccer lout lager, thick, treacly and about three times the strength of regular beer. "Have one for the drive," he said, cracking his own can and taking a gulp. "Now, where's this hotel?"

 

[Merelan]

I declined, letting him drink. Hmmm, better get him to stop, most men were worthless after a few. If this was going to be another worthless night...

"Just ahead actually. A few miles up, ont he shore. it is a private hotel, special. Caters to, um.... your whim. Are you sure you want that?" Was I sure? Playing with his thigh, hard and muscular.
Yes, I was sure. He had potential. Sliding my hand along his leg again, feeling him tense. Eyeing him off to the side as he drove. Good reactions. Was he strong enough, mentally? To take me.

 

[BadForm]

Ronnie Given

Ronnie took a drink. "Don't worry, luv," he said. "The man's gonna be ready for you."

Truth be told, Ronnie COULD get drunk, but was one of the few people honestly capable of drinking himself sober. As to sex, that had never been a problem. He put the hand he held the beer in against the steering wheel to allow him to steer. His free hand, he slid down to Flicka's thigh, squeezing it through her skirt as her own hand drifted across his leg.

"Yeah, luv, just like that," he said as he followed her directions to the hotel.

 

[Guest]

"Goood." Leaving him to interpret. She had a good feeling about him.
Getting there quicker then she had thought.
"No need to check in. I have a room already. Just glad to have some one to share it with."
Leading the way, feeling his eyes on my ass. deliberately swaying to keep them there. No dear... nothing underneath. Knowing he was trying to figure that.

"Here." Handing him the key. "This is all your call now. Whatever, I mean." Blushing for the first time. The smart act was wearing thin. His eyes so stern, and steady. His hand on my shoulder as he let us in, and helped me through. I flipped on the switch, and a soft light flooded the carners, leaving shadows to dance. There were candles to light, if we chose.
"A drink? Or are you sticking to your beer?" Turning to the bar. My back to him. My hands sweaty, my pusle racing. A switch here and soft music started, with a heavy beat. Pouring myself a glass of wine, then spinning, hoping to catch him off guard. No, still standing still. Like a statue. probably wondering what the flakey lady was about.

I wondered the same thing.

 

[Merelan]

holy hannah... that was me? How did I get unregistered?

 

[BadForm]

Ronnie Given

OOC: I presume that was you just not signed in, Merelan? If it was someone playing a trick for some bizarre reason, sorry for the followup. Oh, and just to avoid offending any audience, Ronnie's assosciation between weak guys and homosexuals is NOT my view, just one of the common loutish ones around. Likewise his dismissing attitude to women...


IC:
Poser. That was what she was, a prick teasing poser. She'd been blatant about what she wanted in the bar, but now she was dancing all around the room, acting as if there were a billion and one things to do before getting down to it. Music? Who needed it when you were listening to each other scream? And as to wine - that was for women and puffters.

Of course, he'd never rape a woman. His sister had been raped, and that was the reason he'd gone down for the first GBH - he'd half killed the bastard. But some women needed a little push from their man.

He strode across to her and pulled her face against his, kissing her passionately. One hand massaging through her hair, he thrust the other down onto her ass, massaging it. Just as he'd thought from looking at her - this tart wasn't wearing anything beneath.

 

[Merelan]

Yes, her mind screamed, as he grabbed her and firmly kissed her. His hands already on her, as if to claim possession. His fingers twining into her hair.
A moan escaped her as she leaned into him. take me, fuck me her thoughts cried.

 

[BadForm]

Ronnie Given

Without breaking the kiss, Ronnie removed his hand from Flicka's backside and reached for the knot holding her blouse together. With one hand, it was slightly difficult to open it, but he managed. He pulled back slightly, to gaze at her body as the material parted. Nice tits. No bra - but he'd seen that from the look at her cleavage. He had no idea what bra sizes were, but Flicka's must be fairly large, from the sight of the well rounded globes beneath the silk of her blouse.

He bent his head forward to suck her right nipple into his mouth, teasing and licking the hardened bud. His hands reached for the collar of her blouse and began to ease it down her unresisting arms. She moved to allow it to fall to the floor, but he pulled away and stared into her eyes.

"No," he said, holding the blouse around her wrists for a moment. "Keep it right there."

The blouse made a very loose type of handcuff, binding her arms behind her slightly. Yet she could drop it any time. That made the bonds her choice, not his, and Ronnie wanted to see just how far she wanted to go. Was her idea of rough trade a quick fuck from someone she thought was below her class? Or did she really want what her eyes had asked for - to be truly dominated, to surrender herself completely, even when she had a choice not to?

 

[Merelan]

I moaned as he suckled at my breast. His mouth hot and his teerth grazing the nipple. Wanting to grab him, dominate him,. Wanting him to do it to me. Be strong enough to see my need.
his words about the blouse gave me hope. Maybe, maybe he would see, know. He seemed so gentle, intelligent. I wanted this so badly. The blouse held my arms from grabbing him and pulling him closwer. I swayed at his touch. Wanting to sink onto my knees, my bopdy pressed as best it could against him.
Yes, my tits are large. The foacl point every one sees when they look at me. But don't they know there is more behind them? A woman who needs a man to treat her like a whore in bed, and a Queen in public. My searching had seemed in vain.
But his galleatries earlier, in the few moments I had seen him before he had seen me, told me this was a gentleman also.
I could only look into his eyes, mine pleading. Begging him to be the one. My body screaming it's need.

 

[BadForm]

Ronnie Given

So she wanted to be taken, and really taken. She would be. This was one of Ronnie's favorite games - domination. It was like refined aggression instead of the violence of a football game. And to really dominate someone, you had to be as adaptable as a good defender - ready to change everything at the subtlest change in your partner.

She wanted it. Well, she would get it. But not yet. First, she had to make it worth his while. "I got something better than wine for you," he said, putting his hands on her shoulders and pushing her down to her knees. "Take out the man and show me what you got. No hands though. Use your mouth."

That was tough. Not many could bypass a fly and underwear without their hands. But why should he make it easy?

 

[Merelan]

Pushing me to the floor he growled.
"Take out the man and show me what you got. No hands though. Use your mouth." No hands? Facing his pants. Nuzzling the tab aside I got my teeth on the pants and pulled. The button came easy, the tab on the zipper was tougher, reaching for it automatically. Then remembering his words, and wanting to please him, show him I could.
Finally I caught it in my teeth, but he pulled back. Had he done it purposefully?
Jerk. Asshole. Glaring at him. I caught it again ad partially unzipped, again he pulled.
"Jerk." I whispered but he heard. His hand wound into my hair. Pulling. Ouch..
"Damn it." This time I caught the tab of the pants again and pulled, the zipper letting go.
Nuzzling in his shorts till I found the opening. Smelling him, the deep musk filling my nostrils. I moaned as I licked through the hole and tasted his skin, sweaty, divine.
By working my teeth on the shorts I pulled at the hole, he was big so he was out at the top when I got it pulled away enough. But I couldn't quite get... And he pulled away again. Kneeling I glared again.

 

[BadForm]

Ronnie Given

She'd caught him twice with her teeth - not hard, but that didn't matter. She hand't hurt. He'd been hit there with everything from the football to flying feet and it still worked perfect. But she had to learn.

"Better watch those teeth, little girl," he growled. "And that tongue. Nobody gets away with insulting me like that. I'll let it go this time, but you do it again, and you'll be kissing the cane I see in the corner."

He took pity on her a little and slipped his shorts down to his ankles, stepping out of them. His twelve inch cock thrust forward towards her as he stood erect again. "Now, get to it. And you better be good!"

 

[Merelan]

He had pulled it free himself. Gasping she could only kneel and stare. He was huge.
"I can't." But knew better then to say it again. Shw swallowed and took it in her hand stroking, smelling him as she licked along it's length. But her hand quickly dropped as she remembered.
"No hands." Meeting his eyes. She was learning. Then dropping back to it. Him. It was like a creature of it's own living. Again she ran her tongue along it. Tasting his sweat, her skin, then nuzzling his balls. Teasing him with her tongue. Licking till she had one, then suckling it. Then the other. Using her tongue, lips, breath, rubbing her hair on it. Knowing it would feel like silk. Finely getting the nerve to taste the tip, a drop glistened. Slowly rubbing her lips on it, then licking, teasing again. But he was impatient and wound his fingers into her hair again. She got the idea. Kissing the tip again, then slowly opening her mouth, taking it in, slowly. Letting it stretch her mouth. Obscene, she must look obscene. Her tongue active as it tried to circle it. A few inches, then pulling back. Ignoring his lunging. Not letting him take it quickly.

 

[BadForm]

Ronnie Given

Ronnie suppressed a laugh. The little slut thought she could control things - even in this position. Well, in a sense, she could. He might be a thug, but he wasn't stupid enough to believe this room wasn't under heavy surveillance. It wouldn't make sense for them to set up a hotel for sex if they were gonna allow rapists in, if what he'd heard of America was true, they'd be sued so bad their great grand children would be paying off the debt. But as long as she wanted to play the game, she was his.

He bend a little at the waist and knees, just enough so he could stretch down his hands. His groping fingers found her breasts, her nipples. Though he could only just reach them he managed to take each nipple before a finger and thumb. He squeezed hard for a moment before easing back the pressure.

"Don't be so reluctant, luv. You'll enjoy it if you really get into it..."