I Want To Go To The Bar Again
I'm a regular at a nearby bar. It's in walking distance from my apartment, they have a few arcade games and I like to go alone a few nights a week. I usually keep to myself besides talking to one of the bartenders, but a few guys have approached me before. I enjoy flirting with them but I haven't had the confidence to invite anybody over to my place, so it hasn't gone farther until recently.
I saw the same guy there a few times over the last month or so, I never asked his age but he looked a little older than me and was usually in some business casual clothes. He was attractive and I would steal a few glances, and after our eyes met a few times, he came up to me and we started talking. It started out friendly, but the third time we had run into each other, we both had a few extra drinks and he asked me if I'd like to go somewhere. I offered up my home for the night, figuring he'd been normal enough until now.
The walk home was quick, he stood close behind me, reaching his hands under my shirt and groping me as we walked on the street. I'm lucky it was dark out because by the time I had my keys in the door, he was pulling my shirt over my head.
As soon as the door closer behind me, he took my top the rest of the way off, and pushed me towards the couch. I was more than tipsy and just let him take control, and he didn't seem to have a problem with that. I had a skirt on, and he sat me down on the couch, spread my legs and knelt on the floor in front of me. He pulled my panties to the side and started eating me out, flicking his tongue around my clit and shoving it between my lips. I was bucking my hips into his face, and telling him I was about to cum, and he suddenly stopped. He pulled my panties back over my pussy, and fingered my c**t through them for a moment.
The lace was a little uncomfortable at first, but soon it soaked up my pussies juices and I was close to cumming again, and again, before I could, he stopped.
His energy shifted then, and if I wasn't drunk, I'd like to think I would've had enough sense to say something. He pulled my panties off, and before I could ask him if he had a condom, he shoved them in my mouth. I could taste my slick, and I gagged on them as he shoved them past my tounge. I went to pull them out of my mouth, but he held my arms down, and started to pull them behind my back. He was much stronger than me, I tried contorting away from him, but he had already grabbed my top that he removed before, and used to it to tightly bound my arms together. He grabbed me by my hair , and shoved my face into the couch, then tied something around my mouth, I think it was his tie.
The panties were stuck in my mouth, shoved deep in my throat. I was no longer gagging around them, but I was having a hard time breathing around what had reached the very back of my throat.
He had me lying flat on my stomach, my arms behind my back. There was nothing I could do. I tried using my legs to push away from him, but he soon trapped my thighs between his knees. He spread my ass cheeks apart and all I could think about was how he didn't have a condom on. I wasn't on birth control and I couldn't handle a kid. I didn't even think about the fact that it was r**e at that point, just that I didn't want a baby.
I tried to thrash and groan in protest as he fingered my pussy from behind, and I was starting to prepare myself mentally, I was wondering if he even saw it as r**e, the last thing I was able to say before he shoved my panties in my mouth was "I'm gonna cum" so I technically never even said no. I wasn't thinking about reporting him or calling the police, just how I'd stop myself from having his baby. He took his fingers out of my pussy, and instead of replacing them with his cock, I heard him spit on his hand and suddenly, he slid what felt like two fingers into my ass. The noise I made still plays in my head, I sounded like a squealing pig.
He fingered my ass more urgently, adding another finger for only a moment before pulling away. I heard him spit again and I started thrashing more wildly, but I couldn't do anything. He used one hand to guide his barely lubed cock towards my asshole, and the other sharply yanked my head back by my hair. He struggled to fit the head in, I was screaming against the panties, and he pulled my head back again and said "Relax bitch, you're making it worse" I started crying then, but did my best to relax my ass hole. He spat again, this time onto my ass directly, and after a few more shoves, managed to force his way in. I screamed again, the pain was unbearable, and I must've blacked out. When I woke up, he was gone and I was unbound, but my panties were still in my mouth, and the cum dripping from my ass and the intense pain he left behind made it clear he continued. I'm just glad he didn't use my pussy too, I got a negative pregnancy test luckily. It's been 12 days, I haven't been back to the bar, I'm scared to see him, but he already knows where I live.
