I was sitting in a bar, drinking a glass of orange juice. It was a nice summer afternoon, I was only wearing a short, tight blue dress, zipped all the way in front, sleeveless. It looked sexy, and a little bit revealing, just covering my butt. The entrance was behind me and the chair had no back, so my round bottom could probably catch attention. The bar was almost empty, it was too early for peole who had to work that day.

I heard the door open and close, and soon a man sat down next to me at the counter.

„A girl like you drinking alone is not right.”

I turned to him. He was in his forties, in jeans and a shirt, quite casual, and there was something about him that doesn’t let you tell him to mind his own business. I didn’t know what it was, but the way he kept looking at me made me blush and turn back to my drink.

„You could do a lot more than sit alone and drink. I could make you do more.”

I wanted to tell him to fuck off, but his words made me tremble inside and I liked that. He must have noticed that I didn’t react the way a girl normally would and it encouraged him to go on.

„Two tequilas and a Sex on the beach for the lady” he told the bartender.

„I’m fine” I said to him.

„I know, but I’m not. Yet.”

„What do you want from me?” I asked, though I thought I knew the answer.

„Do you know what a tequila and a cocktail costs?” he asked back.

„Yes.”

„Well, that’s how much your mouth is worth for me. Think about it, before you drink them, because I always take what I have paid for.”

I knew what he was talking about. Was I ready for that? Fantasizing about such things is different from actually doing them. He kept looking at me and it embarrassed me. I should have stood up and left him, but I was still sitting there. He knew I was thinking about it.

„Don’t worry, girls like that. And you are no different.”

I turned to him. He was serious. He started caressing my face.

„You are cute. But you would look so much better with tears in your eyes.”

He wasn’t just talking about asking for a blowjob. He wanted to use me. He would abuse me for the price of a drink. What a whore I would be if I let him do it? But I was getting wet. I could barely sit still. It surely wasn’t the first time he did this, he must have noticed my arousal, even though I tried to hide it.

The bartender put the tequilas and the cocktail in front of us. He raised one of the tequilas.

„Cheers!”

I took the other with a trembling hand.

„Cheers!” and I drank it. He smiled. I knew I wouldn’t be able to get out of this. He wouldn’t let me.

I started drinking my cocktail slowly. I was hesitant, though I knew there was nothing to decide for me now.

„Look at me!” he said unexpectedly. „Put your hands behind your back.”

I did, and the movement pushed my breasts towards him. He started pulling the zip down slowly.

„You only paid for my mouth” I dared to say without thinking. He smiled.

„You’re right.” He took out two one dollar notes and put them into my dress. „One for each.”

It took my breath away. He was taking advantage of me and I liked it. I let him. Was I crazy?

„Drink your cocktail, I don’t have time.” His voice was firm. I tried to drink it as fast as I could. Then he grabbed my arm.

„Let’s go.” He nearly dragged me away, to the toilets, after leaving some more banknotes for the bartender. Was he aware of what we were about to do?

„What if I resist?” I asked.

„Do what you want, slut. I’ll take what’s mine, there’s nothing you can do about it.”

He was so confident. We entered the men’s room. He closed the door and pushed me against the dirty wall. He unzipped my dress down to my waist. I was wearing no bras and the two dollars fell onto the floor. He took them up and forced them into my mouth. They were dirty, but I didn’t dare to spit them out.

„Keep that money, slut, that’s what you are worth.”

He pushed me down to my knees and stood close to me, his crotch almost touching my face. He unzipped his jeans and took out his semi-hard cock. He rubbed it against my breasts.

„Open your mouth.”

I wanted to take the notes out.

„No hands, slut. Open it!” I did so with the notes still inside. They didn’t fall out. He just pushed his cock all the way in and kept it there, pinning me to the wall.

„Warm and wet, just how I need it.” I could feel he was growing, filling my mouth more and more. It started getting uncomfortable. I tried to hold it, but after maybe two minutes, I needed some air. I tried to push him away and turn my head to get his cock out, but he just pushed his hip forward, making it impossible. I was getting choked by his cock. It wasn’t exactly what I expected. It was getting scary, as I couldn’t breathe, I felt filthy with the cock and the banknotes in my mouth and me kneeling in the dirty bathroom. I shouldn’t have let him take me here. I had to tell him that I had changed my mind, I didn’t want this. I tried to push im away again, and this time he pulled out. I was coughing to get some air. I tried to take the notes out, but he grabbed my wrists and secured them above my head in his strong grip.

„Please, I don’t…” I tried to tell him with the notes in my mouth, and it made me sound stupid, not able to articulate well. He stopped me by pushing his cock back in.

„No hands, I told you!” Now he started moving in and out, fucking my mouth. He was quite slow at first, but he pushed deep down my throat. It was hard to take him now, getting really hard and big. And he was getting into it, moving faster and faster, abusing my mouth and throat. I felt violated, it wasn’t what I imagined, gently forced, making me enjoy it, it was pure abuse for his pleasure. Tears started running down my face and I was desperately trying to get some air. Finally, I managed it. When he pulled almost all the was out, I turned my head to the side and got free of his cock. Finally I could breathe freely.

He let go of my wrists and grabbed my hair to pull my head back, then slapped me. It wasn’t a playful slap, but a hard, angry one.

„Don’t you let my cock out of your mouth, bitch!”

„Please, it’s too much for me. I don’t want this anymore. Let me go.” I begged him, and he seemed to listen and understand it.

„Poor girl, you don’t want this anymore, because it’s too much for you?” he leaned closer to my face. „Do you know how much I care for what you want?” He unexpectedly spat into my face. „This much. You are just a stupid little slut and you have a wet mouth, so I’m using it. Like it or not, I don’t give a damn.”

„But I…” another hard slap hit my face. I started crying.

„Shut up, slut. And cry all you want, it just makes me harder.”

Then he forced his throbbing cock back into my mouth and started fucking my face, holding my head firmly. There was no way out. I was kneeling there, helpless and abused, gagged and choked by his huge cock. This was the first time that my partner didn’t care for me at all. Why did I get into this?

I tried to push him away again with my now free hands. He didn’t stop, he even moved faster down my throat, abusing me more, I was no match to him. I was gagging, drooling, and I was too weak against him. Tears were rolling down my cheeks, mixing with my saliva and probably his precum. He was using me like a ragdoll, in any way he wanted to. And he enjoyed it, abusing my poor mouth, even my throat.

„Stupid fucking slut, this is what you are for!” he groaned, pushing even harder into me. His breathing was getting faster than ever, his hand clenched my hair tighter, then he suddenly pulled out and splashed his cum onto my face, probably into my hair too. Then he pushed back, giving me a taste. His cum was thick, and he gave me such a big load that it made me gag. He stayed in my mouth for a while, until he caught his own breath. When he finally pulled out, he slapped my face with it, then smeared his cum, my drool and my tears on my face.

„Look at you, what a dirty, disgusting bitch!” he said and spat into my face to make it worse. „This is all you are good for. But at least you have a warm wet hole.”

He zipped his pants, and was back to his normal look.

„I want to use you again, slut.” He said and left me there.

I was a total mess. My dress was soaked in the mixture of our fluids, just like my face, and there was cum in my hair. What did I think when I got into this? I was stupid. He just abused me to get the pleasure he wanted.

My hand slowly wandered to my panties. I was wet. Extremely wet. I must be crazy if I enjoyed this. I couldn’t.

I got up, washed my face and dress as much as I could and left the place. I didn’t dare to look into anyone’s face. And I couldn’t wait to get home. I came more than ever, soaking my carpet.

And the next day I was sitting in the bar again…

Having a day-off, I was just sitting at home. Finally some rest. I already cleaned my apartment, and then I had time to read the magazines I always had to put aside. I was only wearing a short dress, comfortable, but still sexy. Not that I expected to see anyone.

Lying on the carpet, reading stupid articles, I heard a knock on the door. I opened the door to find my fairly new neighbour standing there.

„Um, I’m sorry to disturb you. I was wondering if you could lend me some eggs. My wife is away and I don’t have anything to make lunch.”

I smiled.

„Sure, I have some.” I left him there to go to the fridge. He followed me, closing the door behind him.

„How many do you need?”

„Would eight be too much?”

„No” I said and took out a box of eggs.

„Thank you” he said as he got the eggs, but he didn’t move.

„Anything else?” I asked.

„I couldn’t help overhearing the videos you usually watch.” He had an evil smile. I didn’t know what to say, maybe he didn’t meant what I thought he meant.

„I don’t know what you are talking about,” I said trying to look confident, but a little embarrassed.

„You love it when a man just takes what he wants. You want to be treated like a slut, don’t you? You get off on being abused.”

I didn’t know what to say. Would it have made sense to deny it?

„I don’t think it is any of your business,” I finally replied.

„Oh it is, when I can hear it everyday. But I think I can help you.”

He moved closer to me, pushing me against the wall.

„What do you want?” I asked trembling from fear and little from excitement.

„You are a slut, so you must be treated like one. Anytime. By anyone.” He was looking into my eyes. There was desire and determination in his look. „Get on your knees!” he ordered. I swallowed hard and slowly started to slide down, leaning against the wall behind me. I wasn’t sure I wanted this, but his voice was so firm that I just did it.

Finally on my knees on the hard floor I was facing his crotch. Nothing happened. He didn’t move, he didn’t talk. Was he expecting me to start something? To open his pants? I didn’t. After a minute or so I decided it was enough. I wanted to get up. He pushed me back.

„Look at the bulge in my pants. You want it, don’t you? But even if you don’t, you will get it.”

He put the eggs down onto a shelf. And I used that moment to stand up.

„Go back to your place” I said, „this is not what I want.”

He pushed against me.

„I don’t think you understand me. You will do this.”

He grabbed my dress and pulled it down my shoulders to free my naked breasts. The material tore. He put a hand around my throat and started enjoying my tits with the other. His hands were rough.

He could feel that I didn’t want to submit at all, but I didn’t do anything to stop him. I was just standing there as if it was normal to be violated like that.

„You know your place, don’t you?” he smiled. He spat into my face. He could see how disgusted that made me. „You know you are not worth more than that. You deserve this, slut.”

Still holding my neck, he forced his fingers into my mouth. He was gagging me with them. I tried not to show how bad it felt, but my eyes started watering. He started laughing.

„You think you can save your dignity, whore?” He slapped me and smeared my drool all over my face. Then still holding me in place, he opened his pants. He forced me back onto my knees. His cock was pointing at my face. He pushed it against my lips. I opened them and he pushed into my mouth, instantly starting to fuck my face. He wasn’t slow, he just took it as a hole. I did nothing to stop him. I was kneeling on the cold floor in my own home and let my neighbour abuse me. Was I enjoying it? His cock was making me gag, I was suffering. I hated it. And I still felt I had to take it. I didn’t push him away, I wasn’t trying to get out of it.

He pushed all the way in, pinning me to the wall and groaned.

„I knew you were just a slut. This is why you exist.”

He hadn’t fucked my face for too long, when I felt him throbbing and he loaded his sticky, salty cum into my mouth. Then he pulled out and stroked my face with his wet cock. Then he pulled me up by my hair.

„I was so right, such a filthy slut!” He spat into my face again, then he tossed me away. I fell against the kitchen door. He grabbed the eggs and left without another word.

I slid down onto the floor. I was a real mess. And I started rubbing my wet cunt.