Didn't edit or reread this, I hope it's good. I wrote it while wet as fuck at work. Enjoy!
When I turned on my barstool to face the brown haired and simply dressed man next to me, it had not been my first time flirting with a stranger at a bar. It wasn't even my first time subtley stroking his thigh after he does mine. But it was my first time doing it without a girlfriend keeping watch from a distant, and it was the first running my hand all the way up to the bulge in his pants and drawing firm circles with my thumb. It was also my first time I let a man get me drunk.
I had come hoping to make a few new friends, there were usually lots of women at this bar. But it was first time coming alone, it was a Monday night at 8:30pm, not a time my girlfriends particularly felt like drinking. A convenient time and place for me since I worked downtown, and not on Tuesdays, so I could stay up late. A strategic move on my part as well because for whatever reason, my friends seldom felt like bringing strangers into our conversation unless they were paying for drinks.
Alas, the bar was almost empty except for a few couples in booths. Unfortunate, but unsuprising. I decided to sit down for a cider anyway. There was a single fellow sitting at the counter, I sat a few stools down from him, and we made eye contact briefly before I looked away. I felt his eyes remain on me.
I got my cider and he sidled over to me before I even had time to take a sip. He looked like he was in his 30s, broadshouldered and certainly taller than me, but almost everyone was.
"Hello, pretty girl. The name's Jason."
"Hello Jason. Em."
"What brings you alone to a dive bar like this on Monday? You're a rare and refreshing sight."
"Thank you. Just trying to meet people after work, you know." I felt kind of nervous, I have interactions like this with men every weekend, but my friends keep watch and there's a dancefloor to excuse myself to. But even when I'm nervous, I find myself smiling and turning towards him. I almost always do.
"I'm surprised someone this beautiful doesn't know enough people."
"I do know plenty of people, but I'm barely 20 and clubbing is the norm. I just want to mix it up. You're very sweet by the way, I like it. Feed my ego, please," I laughed.
"Oh please, I can't imagine someone like you being insecure."
"Of course I'm insecure, I'm a woman," I punctuate with a giggle. I lean towards and speak quietly, conspiratorily, when I say, "my ego could always get bigger."
"You like big things?"
"Maybe. I'll be honest with you, I'm not really interested in men. I'm sorry..."
I knew I was interested in men, at least a bit. I was enthusiastic about flirting with them, and especially interested in cock. Men themselves were not attractive, but I liked the appearance, and idea, of cock. I just wasn't sure how I felt about men, and could not bring myself to go home with one, being certain that I'd chicken out and give him blue balls at best, maybe even assaulted at worse.
"Well, that's okay. Let me buy you drinks anyway, just so I have an excuse to look at you. I'm enjoying sipping whiskey, but you seem like a girl who likes shots."
"How did you know? People are usually surprised by that. They think I'm too innocent," I laughed.
He chuckled and said, "but look at that crop top and uncovered chest. Nothing innocent about that."
"Well, there's no cleavage."
"There was when you leaned forward. Made my dick stir, I love your body. Bartender, three shots. What do you like?"
"Fireball," I replied.
He placed all three shots next to me, and when I told him I didn't need three shots from him, he suggested that he was surprised I couldn't handle it. I took it as a challenge, and gulped down all three.
"I like you," he said. "You can really take it."
My clit was tingling a bit. I was a little wet.
"You got me, I have a weakness for shots. I like impressing people with what I can do."
"I am impressed. Very." He had been staring at my body for a while, and lightly ran his hand up my inner thigh. My hips instinctively bucked upwards to his touch, I'm easily aroused with some alcohol in my system.
After three more shots, I was feeling messy, slurring my words a little and resting my head on my hand, twirling my hair with my other hand. He took it and placed it on his bulge. I gladly held it, placing pressure on it.
"Come with me, Em. Let's go to the bathroom, it locks behind us."
"No, I shouldn't. I'm sorry. I don't do stuff like that."
"You don't do that stuff yet, you mean." He leaned forward and whispered in my ear, "I know you want my cock."
"I don't- I don't know..." I slurred and started to pull away from him.
"Yes you do. I know you want to take it hard. I'll fuck you harder than a strap on ever has."
"Thank you for the shots... You're hot, don't, um, take it personal, I just never has and I don't, um, really know you-" I got up unsteadily, needing to catch my balance.
The bartender was facing away from us as he washed glasses. "You'll get to know my cock."
"I don't know what to do though-"
"Doesn't matter. I'll tell you what to do. You decide nothing."
He grabbed me and dragged me towards the bathroom, me tripping over my feet. Yanked me in and locked the door behind me. He pushed me against the wall and kissed me deeply as he lightly gripped my neck. He wanted me to know he could choke me as he pleases. That didn't even occur to me, I was drunk and my mind was empty, I just kissed him back and put my arms around him because my panties were soaked.
"Get down on your knees. Unbuckle my belt and pull my cock out."
I dropped down, and did as he said, touching cock for the first time in my life as I pulled it out of his underwear. It was clean shaven and frighteningly long. There was a drop of precum on the tip.
He grabbed the back of my head and pushed it towards me, perfectly aimed to enter my mouth, oppened expectently. Tip in my mouth, I licked the precum off of it. Salty.
I suppose I had watched enough porn, because I knew to suck on the tip while exploring it with my tongue.
"Oh, fuck yeah," he groaned. "Now take it."
He abruptly pushed his cock down my throat until my lips reached his balls. I gagged slightly. He pulled his hips back until my mouth was just on the tip, then fucked my throat again."
"Holy fuck, you really can take it. Natural born slut."
I make a sound against his dick in disagreement and he said, "you're my slut now. Mine."
He fucked my throat faster, a few strokes pounding the back of my throat fast, and then a stroke where he left my mouth at his balls for me to suck the whole thing.
His cock twitched in my mouth, he was starting to groan loudly, constantly, and forced his cock even further down my throat until his balls are pressed against my face. Veins were popping out. I had been gagging, but I have always been able to control it well. As I sucked it as hard as I could, cupping and stroking his balls, entire cock down my throat, I gagged hard and the familiar feeling of vomiting being imminent, I start trying to pull my head back and hit his leg, making an unintelligable noise. He gripped my head too hard for me to pull away, but he had mercy on me and eased his cock out of my mouth until I was able to finally gasp and heave in air. Tears were streaming down my face to join a layer of spit, and there was an aftertaste of precum in my mouth.
"God, you're fucking good. A talented whore. I almost came, but there are different plans in store for you. Get up."
