Used And Abused By A Stranger 1

The end of a very long term at University called for a celebration, right? Me and the girls were all sat in my room getting ready, helping each other to choose what to wear.

"I'm thinking something that says slutty and available." Beth says to me winking.

I roll my eyes at her and laugh.

"I'm thinking, leggings and a t-shirt." I reply.

Both girls stop and stare at me.

"Please tell me you're joking." Beth says.

"She is joking, look at her face." Jess comments.

I frown at Jess.

"Um, no I'm not joking and what about my face?" I ask suddenly self conscious.

"Oh girl, no.. No. Let me decide on what you wear." Beth says standing up.

"God no, if you had it your way I'd wear nothing." I laughed.

"Then maybe you'd get someone interested in you and loosen you up a little!" Beth replied.

I shot her a glare.

"Come on, please!" Beth said.

"Nothing slutty, nothing you okay?" I ask.

"Yes!" Beth cheers.

Jess stands up and helps her look through my wardrobe.

*

"Um, absolutely not!" I squeal looking at my reflection.

"Oh come on! What is the problem with what you're wearing?" Beth asks.

"The problem is I'm barely wearing anything!" I snap back.

"But girl you have the legs to show off, long and toned! I'd do anything for them!" Jess comments.

They decided the appropriate outfit for me was a small tight v neck dress, that barely covers my ass.

"I specifically said, nothing that's you!" I say to Beth.

"And if this was me I wouldn't be wearing that much, I mean look at what I am wearing." She motions her hands up and down her body.

Beth had a killer figure, long legs and huge breasts. She always had guys drooling over her.

Although I do have amazing legs myself, like Jess said, they are long and toned.

"I cannot go out like this!" I complain.

"You might get lucky tonight though and you'll be thanking us later!" Jess sings.

I roll my eyes at her.

"If I wear this do you promise never to dress me again?" I ask.

Jess and Beth look at each other with massive grins.

"Oh we absolutely promise." Beth says while Jess stands nodding at me.

I roll my eyes and grab my bag.

*

The music in the club was deafening, sweaty bodies were mingled together on the dancefloor.

"Let's dance bitches!" Jess screamed.

We all slammed down another shot and made our way through the crowd, eventually we found a nice spot and started dancing together.

I was actually enjoying myself, not something I was willing to admit to the girl but I was. The liquid was burning my throat as I swallowed it, tequila, vodka, pornstar martinis. I loved it!

I was loosening up for sure, grinding against the girls and singing along to the songs.

"2oclock, he's checking you out!" Jess shouted over the music.

I frowned at her.

"Look! 2oclock!" She screamed.

I looked in the direction she was looking and noticed a guy staring at me.

Well.

A man.

Tall, mysterious, gorgeous.

He had silvery blue eyes that if I were closer, would pierce through my soul.

Long legs, long arms, probably long fingers... long fingers to do some damage.

Whoa, okay what the fuck was that thought.

Anyway, black hair.

Black hair I want to grip as I moan...

whoa.

Time out..

"I'm going to the bathroom!" I called to the girls.

They gave me a thumbs up in response.

*

I leant over the bathroom sink and tried to cool myself down.

"Right, calm down Ivy." I whispered. "Get a grip."

I straightened myself up and nearly jumped out of my skin, I turned around so quickly I could've given myself whiplash.

There, leaning against the GIRLS cubicle was the mysterious man from outside. He didn't say anything, just pushed himself away from the cubicle he was leaning against and started walking towards me. He walked until his feet were touching mine, I walked back into the sink and he pressed his hands either side against the sink behind me. Holding me in place.

"Uh, this is the girls bathroom you weirdo. Let me go." I said.

A small smile appeared on the side of his mouth.

"I'm not going anywhere until I've had my way with you." He whispered in my ear.

Fear started creeping up my body.

"Let me go." I repeated.

He shook his head lightly.

"Now little girl, I want to see you dance." He said.

"What do you want?" I ask.

I was praying someone would walk through the bathroom door and end this.

"I want you to sort out the problem you caused." He said.

"What problem?" I asked.

He pushed back slightly and grabbed one of my hands, he placed it firmly on his jeans, right where his dick was. I could feel it through his tight jeans, it was hard. Rock hard.

"I'm sorry." I quickly got out.

"That won't cut it babe." He smiled at me.

"What do you want?" I asked again.

"I'm going to fuck you little girl. I'm going to make sure you sort out this problem. I'm going to make sure you finish what you started." He smirked.

His voice was deep and holding a promise. I couldn't deny the wet patch in my knickers, his voice had already turned me on.

"I don't want this!" I lied.

He grabbed my wrist and pulled me closer to him.

"Now, you're going to dance on my cock you little slut." He snapped at me.

He dragged me into one of the cubicles, slamming the door behind me and sat down on the toilet.

My heart was pounding, was I actually about to do this?

"Now dance for me!" He shouted.

I crossed my arms.

"Let me go!" I shouted.

He grabbed my wrist again and pulled me down onto his lap, his dick pressing against my bum.

"Come on now, you show me what a real slut you really are." He demanded.

I tried not to show him the blush creeping up on my cheeks, I tried so hard not to get turned on but the prospect of getting used and abused by this handsome stranger was too much for me. I wanted to come on him.

I started to grind up against him.

"That's more like it." He moaned.

I tried to ignore the wetness inbetween my legs. Holy shit.

Fuck.

I wasn't wearing any underwear.

Okay.

I'm not going to think about that.

*

"Stop!" He demanded.

I stopped grinding and stood up.

"Did you like that you little slut?" He asked.

I didn't face him, I looked down at the floor.

He pushed me against the cubicle door then grabbed both my hands and pinned them above me using one of his hands.

"Now let me take a little wander little girl." He whispered against the back of my neck.

I felt his free hand running up and down my body.

I couldn't help the moan that escaped my lips.

"Are you moaning little girl?" He asked laughing.

"please stop." I begged..

He laughed again, his hand reaching under my dress. I heard him gasp. when he discovered..

"Wow, you are wanting this aren't you?" He asked.

His hand cupped my pussy.

"No underwear, you're practically begging me." He laughed.

"Stop, please." I asked again.

He parted my pussy lips and started stroking me with one finger, his finger flicking my clit every now and then.

"God, you are soaking wet." He admired.

I didn't want to admit that I was slightly turned on.

Where were Jess and Beth? Why hadn't they come looking for me?!

This man continued stroking my pussy until, I couldn't believe my body failed me like this but I came over his finger. I moaned, throwing my head back a little as the orgasm pierced through my body. I came so hard.

He laughed as I came.

"Bloody hell!" He laughed.

He turned me around so I could look at him.

"You little slut. I'm going to put my cock somewhere..but where..." He let go of my hands and tapped his chin.

"Don't. I don't want this. Stop! I sorted out your problem." I told him.

"But now I'm sorting out your problem." He told me tapping my nose.

"I don't have a problem!" I said.

"Yes you do.. Your problem is you're a little slut who needs seeing to." He said.

In one swift movement he had turned us around so he was against the door.

"Let me go!" I shouted.

He put his hands on my shoulders and pushed me down on the floor, then he bent down and forced me around so I was on all fours. I grabbed the toilet for support.

He lifted up my dress.

My heart was pounding in my chest, I was scared but part of me was excited.

*

He roughly entered me, in a quick, rough movement his cock was inside me.

I screamed out in pain but that didn't stop him. He was thrusting faster and faster into me. He started slapping my arse.

"You asshole!" I screamed.

"You want something in your ass huh?" He asked.

My eyes widened.

"No please. Please stop." I begged.

Then I felt, with no lube and nothing to support me, his finger entering my ass.

I cried out.

*

The mystery man continued thrusting, his finger still assaulting my ass, his cock still assaulting my pussy. My body failed me again as I came and came again.

Suddenly he removed his finger and his cock and then I felt warm fluid over my ass cheeks.

The fucker had come on my ass. When he had finished I stood up.

"Wow, you came and came like the whore you are." He smirked.

I didn't say anything.

Just stood there ashamed.

"Want some more?" He asked.

I shook my head at him.

He snatched my phone from my bag.

"Give that back!" I yelled.

He forced my body around and pushed me down so my ass was in the air.

Then I heard a camera shutter. I quickly stood up and turned around.

"There. Evidence of the slut you are, and I've added my number so if you want more you know what to do. I have some friends that can help you as well. Friends that could have you altogether." He smirked.

He turned and opened the door and started to leave.

"By the way, I'm Axel."

He left the bathroom, left me there standing like a whore.

And I couldn't deny it, the thought of seeing him again and being used turned me on all over again. Maybe I would text this stranger.

And this time, I wouldn't be reluctant.