Date Night Humiliation

"Anne, you about ready to go?" Mark yells to me from downstairs. I can tell Mark is getting impatient, but I want to look really good for him tonight. We've been living together for several years now, and I so look forward to our date nights. They don't seem to happen as often as they used to, so I want to make this one very special. I went out and bought a really cute but simple black dress, and was thrilled to see I could still fit into a size 1, just like when we started dating. With the way I consistently work out now, if anything, a size 1 is even a little tighter around my boobs, and maybe a little looser around my hips. I put on Mark's favorite perfume, and took one last long look into my mirror. I couldn't help smiling as my blonde hair glowed against the black dress, and the way my perfect 36c breasts strained to peek out my plunging neckline. Even without a bra, they looked full and firm, and my nipples poked through the fabric with anticipation for a good night out! I lifted my dress and did a little pirouette, admiring the new red boy-shorts I had selected for the evening. They pulled tight against my taut stomach, highlighting the gentle slope that culminated in my mound, and they accented my round and firm rear end. Not only did my new panties look good, but they felt silky pressing against my freshly shaved groin. I quickly put my dress down, knowing that if I thought about it anymore, I would end up staining my shorts before the evening even got started.

I put on my best high-heels and a simple white pearl necklace, and strutted down the stairs, knowing just how hot I looked.

"What you so dressed up for, Anne, you know we're just going to Jakes. You're way over dressed, but it's too late now," Mark says with disgust.

"I was hoping to go to a little nicer place this time, so I dressed up for you," I stammer, trying to keep my composure. "I just wanted our date night to be really special for you."

"Well, we don't need any of that fancy date crap anymore. I don't have to buy no expensive dinner anymore just to get fucked," he coldly replies. "Let's get going."

We didn't talk on the drive to Jakes, but Mark seemed to get in a better mood as he listened to a CD of AC/DC. Hard rock always made him feel better, and so did some beer, so there was still hope for the evening.

When we got to Jake's, Mark hopped out of the car and headed to the door, leaving me to get out of the car by myself. By the time I get inside, Mark was already at a table, and one of his friend's was pouring him a beer. My heart sank as I realized that I would be sharing Mark with 3 of his friends tonight. And he looked happier to see them than me.

I went and found a chair, and pulled it up to their table. The guys were watching the final minutes of a hockey game, and alternating between cheering and protesting, depending on what the team was doing. After a couple minutes, the waitress comes by and asks, "You want something to drink?"

"Yes, please," I respond. "Do you make martinis here?"

Before the waitress could respond, Mark pipes in, "She doesn't need a fucking martini. Just bring her a small glass. We'll let her have some of our pitcher."

With that the waitress sets down a glass. I wait for a couple seconds to see if Mark will pour me some, and then just pour myself a beer. I take several large gulps, and pour another glass as the game ends. "Not so much, now," Mark barks loudly. "You can't deep throat too good when you drink too much, and I'll be needing a really good blowjob later." All the guys laugh, and Mark moves my nearly full glass away from me.

"Hey, anyone up for a game of pool?" Mark asks. I start to slide my chair back to stand up, but Mark continues. "Except for you, Anne. You suck at pool, too!" The guys laugh again, as two of Mark's friends get up to play.

"Hey, I'm Bill," the only guy left at the table said. "Looks like you're having a pretty bad evening. Too bad, 'cause you look pretty hot."

"Thanks," I respond with a little forced smile. "Mark and I have been dating for awhile, so I guess this is what a long term relationship is like."

Bill pushes my glass back to me, and fills it up. We chat for a long time, and I'm really starting to enjoy talking with him. He's kinda cute, and I constantly catch him looking at my breasts. He's flirting with me, and it feels really good.

"Hey, Bill!" Mark calls from across the bar. "We need a fourth person for the next game. Get your ass over here, and quite talking to my bitch. Besides, you can do better than that!" As Bill stands up to go play, everyone at the bar turns to look at me. I feel myself turning red as I see the men in the bar snickering, and their girls looking at me pathetically. As they turn to go back to their own bar-business, I get up and go to the bathroom. I sit in the bathroom for a long time, sad and embarrassed, and trying to figure out what to do. After about 15 minutes, I get up the courage to go back into the bar. Mark and his friends have moved a second table next to theirs, and a group of 3 or 4 young women are at their table. They are all very young, probably not even old enough to legally drink. I guess they are from the community college a couple miles away. One of them is sitting on Mark's lap, and has her arm around his neck, and his hand is on her upper thigh.

"Hey, Anne, get your old ass over here!" Mark calls as he finally sees me. "Girls, this is Anne. Technically she's my live-in girlfriend. She's a good example of what not to do with yourself as you get older. I'm thinking I might have to trade her in on a new model," he says as he admires the breasts of the girl on his lap. The girls giggle, but cannot look at me. "At least make yourself useful and get us a couple more pitchers," he continues. The girls giggle some more.

I go buy a couple pitchers, and I watch as the waitress takes them to the table. Mark picks up his girl's glass, and fills it to the rim. He pours a little too fast, and the foam rises to the rim. The girl bends over, puts her mouth the rim, and loudly sucks all the rising foam into her mouth. Some liquid spills over the edge, but she uses her tongue to capture every drop, as Mark stares longingly at her mouth. Mark looks up after a few seconds, and then toward me. "You could learn something from this one," he says to me, as the young girl licks the last drops of foam from her lips.

There's an exit door at the side of the bar, and I walk to it, tears running down my cheeks. I push at the door, but it won't open. I hit it again and again, and I feel the bars' eyes mocking me. Finally a big hand pushes on the door, and it opens, letting the cool air hit my face. "Thanks, Bill," I sob, as I trip into the alley. I pull my phone from my purse, and start to call 411 to get a cab.

Bill grabs my phone, closes it, and puts it into his pocket. "Come here, Anne," he says, with a look of lust in his eyes. "I've been looking at your hot body all night, and I want you."

He reaches out and pulls me to him, giving me a hard and long hug. As we finish hugging, he grabs my hand and leads me to a couple cardboard boxes set against the building. He takes my shoulders and pushes me down hard, until I sit on the boxes. He stands in front of me and unsnaps his pants. In one motion, he pushes his pants and underwear down, and his penis flips up toward me. He slaps my face, hard, and puts his hand on the back of my head and grabs a hand full of my styled hair, and forces my mouth to his dick. He drives his cock between my lips, not stopping until bottoms into my throat. With each thrust I gag and gasp for breath. As he fucks my mouth, his taste becomes stronger and more bitter, until he begins to moan in anticipation of his orgasm.

He suddenly slows his stroke, lets my hair go, and pulls out his cell phone. He casually dials, and then there is a pause. "Hey Mark, tell Steve that I'm almost done." As soon as he hangs up, he again slaps me, grabs my hair, and starts driving his cock into my throat. Within just a few strokes I hear his desperate "I'm cumming," and I feel the hot thick splash of his cum hit the back of my mouth. He unloads spurt after spurt into me, until my mouth overflows, letting his cum flow down my front. Just as he flicks the last drops onto my face, the door opens and one of the other friends comes out. Bill takes my phone, turns on the camera, and takes a picture of my cum-drenched face. I get a sick feeling as I remember my phone automatically updates my facebook page, and immediately sends updates to my entire friend's list.

But my thoughts are interrupted by Steve. He lifts me by my hair and pulls me up from the boxes. He pushes me to the short chain link fence at the edge of the alley. He makes me face the fence, and slams my hands to the bar at the top of the fence, which makes me bend at the waist. "Don't let those hands come off the bar!" he threatens as he spanks my cheek as hard as he can. I flinch in pain, but keep my hands on the bar. He pulls down my new red shorts, throwing them into the slime next to the garbage cans. He kicks my legs apart, and I hear his zipper coming down. Without a sound, he slams his dick into me, and begins thrusting deeply in and out. I look desperately over to Bill, who is again dialing the phone. "Mark ........ yeah, he's dog- fucking her now. .......... yeah, there's room for a bunch more people out here." Bill hangs up the phone.

As the Steve starts to groan loudly, the door opens and I hear voices. I can't see who's there, but it sounds like several more people have come outside. Steve finally mumbles "I'm cumming" and pulls from me. I can feel his ropes of cum landing on my back, as stream after stream eject from his cock and fly through the night air. As the cum flies, I see a flash of light as Bill again takes a picture of me with my phone.

Before the sting of the flash leaves my eyes, another set of hands grab me and forces me first to my knees, and then push my shoulders down hard so my hands hit the ground. I am on fours, in the garbage slim, and I feel my dress being pulled up again. "One more opening left to try," Bill says. "Go for it, Tom." Mark's last friend spits, puts his head against me, and forces his dick into my butt. He fucks my butt for a couple minutes, but it becomes increasingly painful. "There's not enough lubrication here," he says in frustration. I feel his dick come out of me, and he moves to stand in front of me.

He grabs my head, and forces my mouth around him. As he uses my mouth, I hear Mark's voice: "Hey girls, this is what happens if you let yourself go." They all laugh as the last guy pulls out, gives himself a couple strokes, and starts cumming into my hair. I look up just in time to see Bill take another picture.

I stay kneeling in the mud for awhile, as Mark and some of the girls finish a cigarette. I finally hear them start to leave. "Hey, Anne, no need to wait up for me tonight. Heather here has offered to take care of me tonight. This has been the best date night ever," he laughs.

I finally get up and try to wipe myself off with some of the waste paper in the garbage. As I walk back into the bar, my hands are filthy with slime, and my dress and hair are covered in cum. The bar erupts in laughter as I run toward the door. Outside, there is a cab, and the driver is holding my cellphone. He's looking at the pictures, laughing. He's maybe 60 years old, 5-5, and at least 275 pounds. "Hey, you must be Anne," he says, looking at me. Mark told me you'd need a ride home, but that you wouldn't have any money. Get on the hood, honey, and earn your trip." Crying silently, I lay down with my back on the hood, and raise my legs. The driver puts my legs on his shoulders, and drops his pants. His stomach falls onto me, and his penis enters me. A small crowd has gathered at the entrance of the bar, and several flashes go off as he struggles to fuck me. Finally, he loudly grunts and I feel his cum flowing out of me. He pulls back a little, and takes a picture with my phone. He pulls out, wipes his dick on my dress, and walks to the back of the cab, tossing me the phone. "Get in the trunk." he said. "I don't want a slut like you messing up my cab."

So date night came to an end. "Anne, you about ready to go?" Mark yells to me from downstairs. I can tell Mark is getting impatient, but I want to look really good for him tonight. We've been living together for several years now, and I so look forward to our date nights. They don't seem to happen as often as they used to, so I want to make this one very special. I went out and bought a really cute but simple black dress, and was thrilled to see I could still fit into a size 1, just like when we started dating. With the way I consistently work out now, if anything, a size 1 is even a little tighter around my boobs, and maybe a little looser around my hips. I put on Mark's favorite perfume, and took one last long look into my mirror. I couldn't help smiling as my blonde hair glowed against the black dress, and the way my perfect 36c breasts strained to peek out my plunging neckline. Even without a bra, they looked full and firm, and my nipples poked through the fabric with anticipation for a good night out! I lifted my dress and did a little pirouette, admiring the new red boy-shorts I had selected for the evening. They pulled tight against my taut stomach, highlighting the gentle slope that culminated in my mound, and they accented my round and firm rear end. Not only did my new panties look good, but they felt silky pressing against my freshly shaved groin. I quickly put my dress down, knowing that if I thought about it anymore, I would end up staining my shorts before the evening even got started.

I put on my best high-heels and a simple white pearl necklace, and strutted down the stairs, knowing just how hot I looked.

"What you so dressed up for, Anne, you know we're just going to Jakes. You're way over dressed, but it's too late now," Mark says with disgust.

"I was hoping to go to a little nicer place this time, so I dressed up for you," I stammer, trying to keep my composure. "I just wanted our date night to be really special for you."

"Well, we don't need any of that fancy date crap anymore. I don't have to buy no expensive dinner anymore just to get fucked," he coldly replies. "Let's get going."

We didn't talk on the drive to Jakes, but Mark seemed to get in a better mood as he listened to a CD of AC/DC. Hard rock always made him feel better, and so did some beer, so there was still hope for the evening.

When we got to Jake's, Mark hopped out of the car and headed to the door, leaving me to get out of the car by myself. By the time I get inside, Mark was already at a table, and one of his friend's was pouring him a beer. My heart sank as I realized that I would be sharing Mark with 3 of his friends tonight. And he looked happier to see them than me.

I went and found a chair, and pulled it up to their table. The guys were watching the final minutes of a hockey game, and alternating between cheering and protesting, depending on what the team was doing. After a couple minutes, the waitress comes by and asks, "You want something to drink?"

"Yes, please," I respond. "Do you make martinis here?"

Before the waitress could respond, Mark pipes in, "She doesn't need a fucking martini. Just bring her a small glass. We'll let her have some of our pitcher."

With that the waitress sets down a glass. I wait for a couple seconds to see if Mark will pour me some, and then just pour myself a beer. I take several large gulps, and pour another glass as the game ends. "Not so much, now," Mark barks loudly. "You can't deep throat too good when you drink too much, and I'll be needing a really good blowjob later." All the guys laugh, and Mark moves my nearly full glass away from me.

"Hey, anyone up for a game of pool?" Mark asks. I start to slide my chair back to stand up, but Mark continues. "Except for you, Anne. You suck at pool, too!" The guys laugh again, as two of Mark's friends get up to play.

"Hey, I'm Bill," the only guy left at the table said. "Looks like you're having a pretty bad evening. Too bad, 'cause you look pretty hot."

"Thanks," I respond with a little forced smile. "Mark and I have been dating for awhile, so I guess this is what a long term relationship is like."

Bill pushes my glass back to me, and fills it up. We chat for a long time, and I'm really starting to enjoy talking with him. He's kinda cute, and I constantly catch him looking at my breasts. He's flirting with me, and it feels really good.

"Hey, Bill!" Mark calls from across the bar. "We need a fourth person for the next game. Get your ass over here, and quite talking to my bitch. Besides, you can do better than that!" As Bill stands up to go play, everyone at the bar turns to look at me. I feel myself turning red as I see the men in the bar snickering, and their girls looking at me pathetically. As they turn to go back to their own bar-business, I get up and go to the bathroom. I sit in the bathroom for a long time, sad and embarrassed, and trying to figure out what to do. After about 15 minutes, I get up the courage to go back into the bar. Mark and his friends have moved a second table next to theirs, and a group of 3 or 4 young women are at their table. They are all very young, probably not even old enough to legally drink. I guess they are from the community college a couple miles away. One of them is sitting on Mark's lap, and has her arm around his neck, and his hand is on her upper thigh.

"Hey, Anne, get your old ass over here!" Mark calls as he finally sees me. "Girls, this is Anne. Technically she's my live-in girlfriend. She's a good example of what not to do with yourself as you get older. I'm thinking I might have to trade her in on a new model," he says as he admires the breasts of the girl on his lap. The girls giggle, but cannot look at me. "At least make yourself useful and get us a couple more pitchers," he continues. The girls giggle some more.

I go buy a couple pitchers, and I watch as the waitress takes them to the table. Mark picks up his girl's glass, and fills it to the rim. He pours a little too fast, and the foam rises to the rim. The girl bends over, puts her mouth the rim, and loudly sucks all the rising foam into her mouth. Some liquid spills over the edge, but she uses her tongue to capture every drop, as Mark stares longingly at her mouth. Mark looks up after a few seconds, and then toward me. "You could learn something from this one," he says to me, as the young girl licks the last drops of foam from her lips.

There's an exit door at the side of the bar, and I walk to it, tears running down my cheeks. I push at the door, but it won't open. I hit it again and again, and I feel the bars' eyes mocking me. Finally a big hand pushes on the door, and it opens, letting the cool air hit my face. "Thanks, Bill," I sob, as I trip into the alley. I pull my phone from my purse, and start to call 411 to get a cab.

Bill grabs my phone, closes it, and puts it into his pocket. "Come here, Anne," he says, with a look of lust in his eyes. "I've been looking at your hot body all night, and I want you."

He reaches out and pulls me to him, giving me a hard and long hug. As we finish hugging, he grabs my hand and leads me to a couple cardboard boxes set against the building. He takes my shoulders and pushes me down hard, until I sit on the boxes. He stands in front of me and unsnaps his pants. In one motion, he pushes his pants and underwear down, and his penis flips up toward me. He slaps my face, hard, and puts his hand on the back of my head and grabs a hand full of my styled hair, and forces my mouth to his dick. He drives his cock between my lips, not stopping until bottoms into my throat. With each thrust I gag and gasp for breath. As he fucks my mouth, his taste becomes stronger and more bitter, until he begins to moan in anticipation of his orgasm.