He's Just A Friend (Midnite_run, bodman54)

[midnite_run]

Joanne slides up to the bar and takes her place on a nearby stool, crossing her legs. She wears a halter top and black dress -- her face is done up in light make up with red lipstick. The swell of her hips stretch out the tight dress. Her blonde hair is tied up into a ponytail and she smiles easily at the bartender. She was a regular patron, unknown to most of her friends in her normal life. Here, she could be a cheeky tease, convincing lonely old men to spend all their money on her, only to leave them high and dry.

She fiddles with her phone idly and waits for the first sucker to bite. For good measure, she makes sure to cross and uncross her legs periodically. The sight of her plush thighs was a surefire method to draw attention.

 

[bodman54]

Max pushed his way to the bar, raising his hand to get the attention of the bartender. Most people slid away from him, his large muscled frame enough to get him plenty of personal space. And the glower he had on his face helped a lot too. He had just finished unpacking all his things in his new house and he was exhausted. So he had decided to go out for a drink or two to unwind. And if he found someone to go home with all the better.

He scanned across the bar, seeing nothing but drunken men and old hags, reliving the glory days. That was until he saw her. This cute blonde a little ways down the bar had been hidden by a fat guy but now that the man moved Max could get a clear view of her. His drink arrived and he grabbed it, nodding to the bartender. "Her next round is on me," he said as he moved down to approach her.

"You look a bit out of place," he said as he sat down on the vacated stool next to her. "You're supposed to be on my arm, not sitting alone here."

 

[midnite_run]

Joanne is considering heading to another bar when someone finally sits down next to her. She expects another overweight salaryman. Instead, she finds herself sitting next to a muscular and handsome man. She maintains her cool, but there's a warm desire in her stomach. She can feel her cock stirring in the lace panties she saved for night's out.

"Hmmm, that so? Nobody told me that," she replies with a small giggle. Joanne doesnt turn to face him, but she does put down her phone. The bartender hands her another drink and she takes a small tip."They are awfully big arms, you could probably fit five of me, hun." There's a small drawl to her words, a Southern accent.

"Maybe I was just waiting for you this whole time. You gonna give me a name?"

 

[bodman54]

"Well we never know until we try," he said, his own, much larger cock stirring as he heard that southern drawl. Oh he would take her home tonight and make her scream his name. "Name's Max," he said, putting a large hand on top of hers. "What's yours, sweetness?" His own accent was indecipherable. Maybe somewhere up North? It was hard to tell. Many of the other regulars who Joanne usually flirted with were shooting dirty looks Max's way. They all knew there was no way they could compete with his chiseled body. Not that he noticed at all.

"So what brings a pretty little thing out here all alone? You know there are bad men out there who'd love to hurt someone like you."

 

[midnite_run]

His confidence is infectious. She feels her heart skip a beat when he puts his hand on her own. It dwarfs her, nearly thrice her size. They're calloused and rough. She wonders how they would feel around her neck. "It's Joanne. It's a pleasure to meet you, Max." She winks at him as she makes no attempt at removing her hand, quietly reveling in the feeling.

"You know that's a good question." Joanne puts on a show of genuine thought. She taps a single perfectly manicured nail against her lips before shooting Max a mischievous grin. "Maybe I want a bad man. Maybe I want to be hurt. I feel like you're one of those bad men, hm?" Her heart is beating a mile a minute; she knows she's playing a dangerous game. She's already trying to figure out an escape plan, planning to leave him high and dry like all the rest.

 

[bodman54]

"Maybe I am," he said with a grin. He stared at her the way a lion stared at its prey. He wasn't going to leave here without her. But he couldn't make his move yet. "Pleasure to meet you Joanne. But you should watch out. As much as you might want a dangerous man. You may regret it when you find him." He squeezed his hand on hers gently, showing off the power that he had. She was very slight and it wouldn't take much to break her.

"I'm new in town and was looking for someone to show me around. Would you be willing to do that in exchange for me protecting you from those big scary men out there?"

 

[midnite_run]

Max squeezes on her hand and the gap in strength is obvious. He could crush her with carless ease and that should scare her. It does, but, even more than that, it sends another wave of arousal through her body. She crosses her legs again and tries to hide the tiny bulge straining against her dress. "Mmmm, says the big scary man. But, you know what? I'll give you a shot."

Joanne leans forward, her lips only inches from Max's early -- he could probably feel the heat of her breath on his neck. She's pushing and she knows it, but the risk is intoxicating. She wants to see just how frustrated she can make him. "Walk me to my car, Max. We can talk about the rest of the night there." She pulls away and off the stool. Standing up, Max can finally see her full form. Perky breasts. A narrow waist exploding curving into wide hips. Long athletic legs with plump shapely thighs.

 

[bodman54]

Max was more than happy to walk her to her car. As she stood up his cock throbbed, thinking of slamming into her and making those cheeks clap. He towered over her as he paid his bill. He got a few looks from the regulars but they knew he would be disappointed. Joanne was a tease who never put out.

As they walked out to the car he put his hand right on her ass, squeezing it as they exited the bar and stepped out into the cool night air. The bar was in a less crowded area of town so the parking lot was quiet as he walked her to the car. "So. Your place or mine?"

 

[midnite_run]

He was bold, almost possessive. She felt a hand on her ass and almost melted. Her brain was a mess of fear and arousal. She chews on her bottom lip, seriously considering going home with thim, but she decides against it. As they get to her car, Joanne suddenly frowns, putting on a fake pout.

"Oh shit, I just remembered. Gotta be up real early in the morning," Joanne says with a fake gasp of surprise. She looks up at Max, towering above her, and smiles sheepishly. "I'd love to continue this, big guy, but I don't want to be up too late. It was a pleasure though." Joanne makes an attempt to pull away.

 

[bodman54]

"Is that so," he said, his tone suggesting he didn't believe her at all. "That's a shame. But it's still early enough you can make it home in plenty of time. After we have a little fun." His hand tightened down around her waist and he pushed her against her car, his huge bulge pressing against her leg. His other hand moved up and gripped the base of her ponytail, pulling her head back to force her to look up at him.

"I told you there were scary men out there," he whispered before releasing her waist and moving to undo his pants. When his cock flopped out he grinned and forced her to his knees. "Can't have you screaming for help," he said, jamming his cock into her mouth.

 

[midnite_run]

Her sight is a blur and the next she knows, she's being pinned against the car. Her heart is racing a mile a minute and there's the urge to scream. Before she could even scream, Max yanks her ponytail. She has to look directly at him, her neck straining. If only Max could see -- as much as fear --, there was pure arousal. She squirms under Max's group, lets out a small yelp when she's forced to her knees.

She tries to scream, but the second her mouth opens, a massive cock barrels into her mouth. It's huge and riddled with veins. Joanne gags a little at the sudden intrustion. Looks up at Max, her eye-liner running a little. She tries to breath through her nose.

 

[bodman54]

He continued to hold her ponytail as he pushed his thick cock deeper into her mouth. "That's it," he grinned. "Suck my cock. You need to get it nice and slippery for when I fuck you." He kept pushing, not caring how terrified she was. She had teased him a bit and she would have to pay for that. "How much can you take you little slut," he growled, pushing more and more past her thick lips. They were made for cock sucking and he loved putting them to use.

After a while it was obvious that she couldn't take any more so he pulled out of her mouth with a growl. "Pathetic," he said as he lifted her up by her hair. His free hand went between her legs and his eyebrows went up a bit. "What do we have here," he asked, feeling her erect but tiny cock. "Looks like I'll be fucking your ass." With a grunt he grabbed her panties and ripped them free, reaching up and stuffing them in her mouth. "Keep quiet bitch," he said, spinning her around and pushing her over the hood of her car.

He flipped up the hem of her skirt and positioned his cock between her plump cheeks, pushing into her tight hole with a groan.