I got fucked in a bar [F/M] [fiction] [part 3/3]

Pulling out of my mouth and pulling me up off the floor, he tugged my other dress strap down and kissed my neck again, twisting my nipples simultaneously. A moan escaped my lips while he promptly put a hand on my mouth to quiet me as he sucked my nipples. Feeling his growing hunger and aggression, he began biting my nipples as he sucked and inserted his fingers inside me. At this point, my pussy was dripping and my moans were relentless, despite my weak attempts of suppression.

Dropping to his knees and pinning me against the counter, James ate my pussy with an intense ferocity. His tongue danced on my clit, sucking gently, building speed and pressure. He returned the messy head I gifted him, licking my clit eagerly while fingering me. Gripping his long, dark hair for balance, my head rolled back in pleasure. Still licking my pussy, he shoved the green fabric out of the way, gripping my ass cheeks. He paused and sucked my fingers making intense and grateful eye contact. Looking right into my eyes, James whispered, “I’m going to fuck you now.”

I got fucked in a bar [F/M] [fiction] [Part 2/3] [doggy] [rough blowjob]

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.

I got fucked in a bar [F/M] [fiction] [Part 1]

A brief note: This text is purely fictional and a product of my own imagination. I am an advocate for safe and healthy sex with clear boundaries and full consent. Also, as a longtime lurker, this is my first time writing. Please be kind!

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I twirled my glass slowly, hearing the sounds of ice clinking around in their pool of whiskey. Sitting alone at this bar, I can feel my face getting hot with anxiety and embarrassment. Why did I come here? What was I thinking? This pandemic has really salted my game- I can barely look attractive people in the eye anymore.

Okay Ivy, focus. You’re prepared, I think to myself. I glance down at my green slip dress that I paired with thin black stilettos, topped off with my classic leather jacket. Brushing my dark bangs out of my face, I see my reflection through the booze bottles in the back bar wall. I look good. It’s undeniable.