Both the music and lights were
drowning me. Pushing through the dance floor I all but dive for the doors. Head
spinning I lean against the side door to open it to the cool fresh winter air,
it’s a welcome relief from the hot and humid environment of the club. Walking farther out, I lean against the wall
that makes up the side of the club.
Dancing is not my thing, drinking
is not my thing, and drunk dancing is defiantly not my thing. Yet for my best
friend Emily I came with her here, she told me she needed a wing woman, but we
both know it was to get me up off the couch. She thinks clubbing is the cure to
a bad breakup; I prefer ice cream. Somehow I came anyway.
While I sit here pitying myself, I
almost didn’t notice a figure move out of the shadows. A rough silhouette of a
man starts walking towards me. “Hey there little girl, isn’t it late for a
pretty little thing like you to be out?” My spine prickles and I start to
gather my purse and drink, deciding against answering.
I turn to walk back in the door I
just came out of only to find a man in my way. He was slick, smooth, skinny,
and greased. The opposite of the first man; he was rough, gravelly, and boxy.
“And where do you think you’re
going little miss?” My eyes widen as I step back in shock. In a split second
decision I throw my drink in his face and take off to the front doors. Well at
least I tried to, I got about three feet before I was grabbed from behind.
“Not-uh-uh bad girl can’t have you
running off like that.” A deep voice behind me tsked. I freeze as I feel cool
metal against my neck. My heart starts fluttering in my chest and my breathing
hard. Roughman’s hand rises from my waist where he originally grabbed me to my
breast, which thanks to my clubbing outfit is barely covered. The other hand is
slowly creeping up the back of my skirt.
“Please, please don’t Sir.” The
words came tumbling out of my mouth before I could stop them. I mentally slap
myself. This is not one of your games
Krista! This is real life; these men want to rape you. They aren’t masters,
their bad people. Somehow this idea only added to the growing wetness in
between my legs.
The knife at my throat suddenly
demanded my attention as well as the man holding it. Looking at me he grabs my
face and turns it as if to get a better look, then slaps me. Hard. I felt the
knife prick my skin; I could feel a drop of blood gather there.
“Don’t even think about denying me.
Got it slut? You’re here for my pleasure, since that’s all I’m sure your good
for.” How long have I wanted to hear those words or at least something like
them? Far too long. My knees buckle, making Roughman’s arms the only thing
holding me up. Surly they thought it was fear making me tremble, they couldn’t
possibly guess how turned on I am.
“Y-yes Sir.” If they only stuck
their hands down the front of my skirt then my soaked panties would give me
away.
“Good.” He coos pulling away the
knife and petting my hair. He slowly drags the knife down my arms, leave goose
bumps in its wake. All I can think about is how much I want this. I know it’s
wrong but I do. Rape is my biggest fantasy; and it was these kinds of fantasies
that made my vanilla ex run for the hills. Waking me from my thoughts Slick
yanks my hair forcing my on to my knees.
“Open your mouth.” Like a good girl
I do. I sit here on my knees, right outside of a club, mouth wide open; begging
for a dick. Which he promptly provides. My tongue wraps around his girth as he
sets the speed; hand in my hair still. Without warning he shoves his whole dick
into my throat. Gagging I can feel his hot cum in my mouth, he pulls out
splattering his seed on my face.
When he’s done he wastes no time
tucking himself back in his jeans. I let my tongue dart out and lick some off
my lip. Slick saw and smacked me once again. “No it stays there, cum covered fits
a cunt like you.”
“Speaking of cunts…” Roughman
mumbles behind me. I had completely forgotten he was there in my excitement
with Slick. Suddenly I’m being tugged backwards, rising to my feet I try not to
fall on my ass. Proven much easier said than done as my feet stumble out from
under me. In a mess of limbs I fall to the ground; only to be caught –for the
second time tonight- around the waist.
I’m immediately slammed face first
into a brick wall. Reaching under my skirt he yanks off my panties, ripping
them into pieces. I gasp at the cold air touching somewhere wet and warm. Without
any more pre amble then that he impales me on his thick cock. Crying out in
surprise and pleasure, he leans into me and whispers in my ear-
“You’re all wet? You really are a
whore aren’t you? Get used in an old alleyway turns you on huh?” When I just
moan in response to him and his hard and fast rhythm he smacks me hard on the
ass. “Answer me cunt!”
“Y-Mmmm- yes Sir it does.” He
pounds even harder into me at my words. I could start to feel the familiar
buildup of pressure. I curl my toes in my shoes. One second I was on the edge
the next I was being thrown off the cliff altogether. My orgasm must have set
him off because I was soon being filled with hot thick cum.
The next thing I know I’m laying on
the ground, my torn panties next to me. The men long gone. Cum was still on my
face and leaking out of me. You know what? Emily was right a night at the club
was exactly what I needed.
