A slow night at the club. [mf]

It’s early. You’ve had a couple drinks but it’s still early and you’re tired of the bars. The same fake people you see every Saturday trying to drown their insecurities and hook up with the easiest partner they can. No effort, no creativity, no real potential anywhere.

Maybe one more drink. You stand at the bar, your jeans supporting your perfectly shaped glutes and your hips slightly swayed to almost make it look like you’re sticking it out for someone to grab. But no one does. The men at the bar aren’t man enough for you and they make frail attempts at pick ups but fail miserably.

“Fuck this place!” You leave. A waste of a buzz and a waste of your sexy look. But you don’t leave alone. As you walk back to your place the crowds seem to part as you walk. Everyone notices you. You love the attention but the boys out tonight can’t handle it. Except one man. He’s decided to test you out. He’s giving you space though, letting your guard drop as you get closer home.

You have to pass a park on the way and decide to take a detour. It’s a decent night and the air is crisp and clear. There aren’t any of the crowds on this side of town and you aren’t quite ready to call it a night.

You stop at a park bench and take in the night. As you reflect on the pathetic guys you hear quick steps jogging towards you.

“Megan, megan!” He starts yelling.

You look around not seeing anyone and as he slows when approaching you turn to look you start to say “my names not megaaaa….”

His hand quickly covers your mouth while grabbing you around the waist with the other arm. You can’t move and your screams are muffled. Your adrenaline surges and you flail and kick but his grip is tight and he’s not going to loose you.

You are regretting the detour now, your eyes frantically scanning for someone. The park is large and there is no one anywhere near enough to notice. He pulls you into the bushes.

“You think you are hot shit don’t you slut.” He snarls at you, dragging you, jerking you, gripping you. ” rejecting every guy at the bar, well you are really going to get what you want now.”

In a way he’s right. The boys at the bar were helpless and passive and weak. You needed a real man to sweep you off your feet and dominate your alpha female personality. But not this, you wanted to give yourself, not be taken by surprise and force. This man was determined and in control and in a way it turned you on.

Your fight subsides a bit as he slows down. You see the destination. A group of bushes you know there will be privacy. Relief and fear wash over you. You’re going to be taken against your will, but no one will see you enjoy it. You’re so conflicted and aroused.

Your top is pulled up in the struggle and the bushes scrape against your skin. He keeps your mouth covered as you both hit the ground. He has the upper position but you’re able to kick and you are almost able to swing out of under him but he get you back under control and pins you face down in the wood chips. You hear metal clicking as he pulls something from his pocket then the cold sensation of steel as your left wrist is cuffed. He quickly gains control your right arm and you are now face down arms cuffed behind your back.

He struggles with again and briefly let’s go of your mouth. You tell him to stop but don’t scream. You hear the tearing sound of duct tape and he quickly covers your mouth. You didn’t scream and you don’t quite know why. But you’re kinda regretting it now.

He keeps his legs straddled over your thighs. You try to look back but there isn’t any light in the bushes. A faint click grabs your attention and you feel a tug then the tear of your top as he cuts it off. His knife slicing up the back. The air is cold on your flushed skin and the knife colder as he traces it back down and cuts your bra off. He keeps tracing the knife and cuts out the back of your jeans exposing your lack of underwear.

“You are a little slut!” As he stabs the knife into the ground next to your face. You turn to look at it and faintly nod your head.

“I had no doubt, watching you all night and then watching you leave that boring club. You wanted excitement, and I know exactly what you need”

He jerks your cut jeans down around your thighs and throws his face between your cheeks, reaching deep down with his tongue and slowly pulling it hard back up. Your back ever so slightly arches, and that was all the cue he needed. Reaching with his fingers he spreads you wide continuing to lick you over and over. And not that pussy flicking shit the boys try to do. He uses his whole tongue, moving fit over every bit of your cunt, pulling with his lips and pushing against your clit. Your body betrays you and your back arches more giving him easier access.

You are soaked and you feel you may cum at any moment but he stops. “You aren’t cumming yet, not until I get what I really want.”

You keep your ass up and your back arched sensing what’s coming. Expecting it, actually wanting it. You haven’t even been penetrated and you have never been this turned on. Your pussy already open ready to accept this dominant cock.

You hear his belt unbuckle. Then his zipper fall. Then you feel him scoot closer. He rubs the head up and down your dripping cunt. Letting you lube him up to easily enter you.

He slowly, easily slides in. Splitting you wide and stretching as he drives and it doesn’t stop, he’s huge! At least ten inches, and it easily slips all the way inside you. You feel him tapping the back of your cervix and you cum. You can’t help it. The adrenaline and unexpected stretching, your primal urges take over and you clench hard around his monster.

Your captor laughs and decides it’s time to destroy you. He drives hard. Quickly pulling out and sinking all the way back it. You are on the edge with every thrust and beg him to go harder. But he can’t understand you with the tape on your mouth.

“You want it harder?” He asks mockingly.

You nod quickly and and moan, “mmhmm, mmhmm!”

He drives and leaves it, letting you cum again.

“Good girl, take it like the slut you know you are”

He continues using you, driving harder and harder. Your face grinding into the wood chops below you.

He leans forward dabbing your arms pulling you against his dick. You know he has to be close and then reality kicks in and you remember you are definitely not on birth control. You don’t care though. You have never been used as well as this.

“I’m going to fill your cunt now and there is nothing you can do about it slut,” he whispers as he jerks harder inside of you.

You moan in agreement and he tenses as he’s deep into your uterus. Ribbon after ribbon of hot cum blasting against your cervix. You cum again from the lack of total control.

He releases your arms and as his cock relaxes inside of you he uncuffs your wrists. You lay limp while his flaccid member slips out.

He tucks it back into his pants and takes his jacket off, tossing it on top of you.

“Get home safe.” He sneers at you.

He disappears into the night.

You stand up, pulling your pants up and picking up your torn clothes. You wrap his jacket around your shoulders and walk home.

You smile as his cum drips, sliding down the inside of your thighs soaking your jeans.

Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/7oww78/a_slow_night_at_the_club_mf