I was
sitting in a bar, drinking a glass of orange juice. It was a nice summer
afternoon, I was only wearing a short, tight blue dress, zipped all the way in
front, sleeveless. It looked sexy, and a little bit revealing, just covering my
butt. The entrance was behind me and the chair had no back, so my round bottom
could probably catch attention. The bar was almost empty, it was too early for
peole who had to work that day.
I heard the door open and close, and soon a man sat down
next to me at the counter.
„A girl like you drinking alone is not right.”
I turned to him. He was in his forties, in jeans and a
shirt, quite casual, and there was something about him that doesn’t let you
tell him to mind his own business. I didn’t know what it was, but the way he
kept looking at me made me blush and turn back to my drink.
„You could do a lot more than sit alone and drink. I could
make you do more.”
I wanted to tell him to fuck off, but his words made me
tremble inside and I liked that. He must have noticed that I didn’t react the
way a girl normally would and it encouraged him to go on.
„Two tequilas and a Sex on the beach for the lady” he told
the bartender.
„I’m fine” I said to him.
„I know, but I’m not. Yet.”
„What do you want from me?” I asked, though I thought I knew
the answer.
„Do you know what a tequila and a cocktail costs?” he asked
back.
„Yes.”
„Well, that’s how much your mouth is worth for me. Think
about it, before you drink them, because I always take what I have paid for.”
I knew what he was talking about. Was I ready for that?
Fantasizing about such things is different from actually doing them. He kept
looking at me and it embarrassed me. I should have stood up and left him, but I
was still sitting there. He knew I was thinking about it.
„Don’t worry, girls like that. And you are no different.”
I turned to him. He was serious. He started caressing my
face.
„You are cute. But you would look so much better with tears
in your eyes.”
He wasn’t just talking about asking for a blowjob. He wanted
to use me. He would abuse me for the price of a drink. What a whore I would be
if I let him do it? But I was getting wet. I could barely sit still. It surely
wasn’t the first time he did this, he must have noticed my arousal, even though
I tried to hide it.
The bartender put the tequilas and the cocktail in front of
us. He raised one of the tequilas.
„Cheers!”
I took the other with a trembling hand.
„Cheers!” and I drank it. He smiled. I knew I wouldn’t be
able to get out of this. He wouldn’t let me.
I started drinking my cocktail slowly. I was hesitant,
though I knew there was nothing to decide for me now.
„Look at me!” he said unexpectedly. „Put your hands behind
your back.”
I did, and the movement pushed my breasts towards him. He
started pulling the zip down slowly.
„You only paid for my mouth” I dared to say without
thinking. He smiled.
„You’re right.” He took out two one dollar notes and put
them into my dress. „One for each.”
It took my breath away. He was taking advantage of me and I
liked it. I let him. Was I crazy?
„Drink your cocktail, I don’t have time.” His voice was
firm. I tried to drink it as fast as I could. Then he grabbed my arm.
„Let’s go.” He nearly dragged me away, to the toilets, after
leaving some more banknotes for the bartender. Was he aware of what we were
about to do?
„What if I resist?” I asked.
„Do what you want, slut. I’ll take what’s mine, there’s
nothing you can do about it.”
He was so confident. We entered the men’s room. He closed
the door and pushed me against the dirty wall. He unzipped my dress down to my
waist. I was wearing no bras and the two dollars fell onto the floor. He took
them up and forced them into my mouth. They were dirty, but I didn’t dare to
spit them out.
„Keep that money, slut, that’s what you are worth.”
He pushed me down to my knees and stood close to me, his
crotch almost touching my face. He unzipped his jeans and took out his
semi-hard cock. He rubbed it against my breasts.
„Open your mouth.”
I wanted to take the notes out.
„No hands, slut. Open it!” I did so with the notes still
inside. They didn’t fall out. He just pushed his cock all the way in and kept
it there, pinning me to the wall.
„Warm and wet, just how I need it.” I could feel he was
growing, filling my mouth more and more. It started getting uncomfortable. I tried
to hold it, but after maybe two minutes, I needed some air. I tried to push him
away and turn my head to get his cock out, but he just pushed his hip forward,
making it impossible. I was getting choked by his cock. It wasn’t exactly what
I expected. It was getting scary, as I couldn’t breathe, I felt filthy with the
cock and the banknotes in my mouth and me kneeling in the dirty bathroom. I
shouldn’t have let him take me here. I had to tell him that I had changed my
mind, I didn’t want this. I tried to push im away again, and this time he
pulled out. I was coughing to get some air. I tried to take the notes out, but
he grabbed my wrists and secured them above my head in his strong grip.
„Please, I don’t…” I tried to tell him with the notes in my
mouth, and it made me sound stupid, not able to articulate well. He stopped me
by pushing his cock back in.
„No hands, I told you!” Now he started moving in and out,
fucking my mouth. He was quite slow at first, but he pushed deep down my
throat. It was hard to take him now, getting really hard and big. And he was
getting into it, moving faster and faster, abusing my mouth and throat. I felt
violated, it wasn’t what I imagined, gently forced, making me enjoy it, it was
pure abuse for his pleasure. Tears started running down my face and I was
desperately trying to get some air. Finally, I managed it. When he pulled
almost all the was out, I turned my head to the side and got free of his cock.
Finally I could breathe freely.
He let go of my wrists and grabbed my hair to pull my head
back, then slapped me. It wasn’t a playful slap, but a hard, angry one.
„Don’t you let my cock out of your mouth, bitch!”
„Please, it’s too much for me. I don’t want this anymore.
Let me go.” I begged him, and he seemed to listen and understand it.
„Poor girl, you don’t want this anymore, because it’s too
much for you?” he leaned closer to my face. „Do you know how much I care for
what you want?” He unexpectedly spat into my face. „This much. You are just a
stupid little slut and you have a wet mouth, so I’m using it. Like it or not, I
don’t give a damn.”
„But I…” another hard slap hit my face. I started crying.
„Shut up, slut. And cry all you want, it just makes me
harder.”
Then he forced his throbbing cock back into my mouth and
started fucking my face, holding my head firmly. There was no way out. I was
kneeling there, helpless and abused, gagged and choked by his huge cock. This
was the first time that my partner didn’t care for me at all. Why did I get
into this?
I tried to push him away again with my now free hands. He
didn’t stop, he even moved faster down my throat, abusing me more, I was no
match to him. I was gagging, drooling, and I was too weak against him. Tears
were rolling down my cheeks, mixing with my saliva and probably his precum. He
was using me like a ragdoll, in any way he wanted to. And he enjoyed it,
abusing my poor mouth, even my throat.
„Stupid fucking slut, this is what you are for!” he groaned,
pushing even harder into me. His breathing was getting faster than ever, his
hand clenched my hair tighter, then he suddenly pulled out and splashed his cum
onto my face, probably into my hair too. Then he pushed back, giving me a
taste. His cum was thick, and he gave me such a big load that it made me gag.
He stayed in my mouth for a while, until he caught his own breath. When he
finally pulled out, he slapped my face with it, then smeared his cum, my drool
and my tears on my face.
„Look at you, what a dirty, disgusting bitch!” he said and
spat into my face to make it worse. „This is all you are good for. But at least
you have a warm wet hole.”
He zipped his pants, and was back to his normal look.
„I want to use you again, slut.” He said and left me there.
I was a total mess. My dress was soaked in the mixture of
our fluids, just like my face, and there was cum in my hair. What did I think
when I got into this? I was stupid. He just abused me to get the pleasure he
wanted.
My hand slowly wandered to my panties. I was wet. Extremely
wet. I must be crazy if I enjoyed this. I couldn’t.
I got up, washed my face and dress as much as I could and
left the place. I didn’t dare to look into anyone’s face. And I couldn’t wait
to get home. I came more than ever, soaking my carpet.