A brief note: this text is purely fictional and a product of my imagination. I am an advocate for safe and healthy sex with clear boundaries and full and informed consent. Also, as a longtime lurker, this is my first story, so please be kind!
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With his hand in mine, I pulled my jacket off the chair and pulled him confidently away from the bar, sauntering towards the men’s room. Knowing this bar well, as it used to be my favourite spot, I knew the restrooms could lock from the inside. I locked the door as James checked for other parties- we were alone at last.
He took my face in his hands and kissed me hungrily, pushing me against the counter with his hips. “I want you” I breathed, kissing him with the same intensity. This confirmation was enough to change his demeanour. Moving my hair out of the way swiftly in one motion, he kissed my collarbone, my neck, my shoulder, pulling my dress strap down my arm. I moaned in lust, desiring his cock desperately. Still moaning with his mouth on my neck, he put his hand between my legs. I opened them eagerly. He touched my pussy and moaned too, sighing. “You’re so wet for me already. How bad do you want me? Do you want this cock?” he asked, fingering me with one hand, pulling my hair and making me meet his gaze with the other. I moaned but said nothing. He took his hand off my hair on put it on my throat, choking me. “Say you want it. Beg for daddy‘s cock.” My pussy throbbed as I whimpered, “I want your cock, daddy. Please.”
He whipped me around so suddenly the room spun. Both of us facing the mirror, he pulled his belt off quickly, undid his pants, and entered me from behind with his hand on my throat. In the reflection of the mirror, he looked at me hungrily as I gasped in pleasure. My eyes closed in satisfaction. I hadn’t seen it yet, but his cock felt about six inches and thick. Perfect. “I’m just giving you a taste”, he said into my hair, thrusting hard and slow. “You have to earn it.”
Turning me back around with his hands on my throat, he pushed me down to my knees.
“What do you say?”
“Please.”
He slapped my right cheek.
“Please daddy” I said, my tongue already dripping. He pushed his cock into my mouth with full force, keeping it there for several seconds. When I started to gag, he pulled out quickly. I gasped to catch my breath and he began to fuck my face with shallow, fast thrusts. My mouth was now filled with saliva, which started to drip down my chin and onto the green satin of my dress. He pulled out as I gasped for air, looking down with my hands on my knees. “Look at me when you suck” he instructed, taking my chin in his hand. I nodded in obedience, mouth still full and dripping.
“Spit on it.”
I did as I was told and he fucked my face more roughly. I could feel my eyeliner starting to run and my baby pink lipstick was smeared on his dick. He moaned, grabbing the back of my head in lust. Gazing down at me, he smiled. “You’ve been so good. You’ve earned a reward.”
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/sn9j72/i_got_fucked_in_a_bar_fm_fiction_part_23_doggy