I sit at the bar, sipping at a fruity drink and reading a book. I'm completely focused on it, lost in a fantasy world as the real one moves around me. I shift in my chair, the butt plug I've been wearing the past couple months a little uncomfortable but I'm getting used to it, to the point I've been wearing it a week now. It's just an idle kink, making masturbation a little more exciting since I've been alone so long.
That always turns me on, the idea that if, by some twist of fate, I ended up with a girl I wouldn't even be able to do anything. Would she be angry? Degrade me? Or would she be turned on? Would it become something more? Would I please her and then just have to go home, unable to be fucked the way I need to be? Idle fantasy or course, nothing more. Or so I thought. Entirely outside my notice a drastic change in my life was downing the last of her liquid courage and sauntering across the bar in my direction wearing tight leather pants and a short black crop top.
She abruptly sits on the stool next to me, not asking for permission or even looking at me before she waves a hand at the bartender and calls for a whiskey. Once the barkeep is working on it she turns towards me, her piercing emerald green eyes framed by jet black bangs. "Hey there, I see you around every now and then, thought I'd say hi."
I start, thinking 'She really approached me?' Before saying, "Oh! H-hey, I'm Miles," I say hesitantly, "and you are?"
She smiles a brilliant smile, flashing her perfect white teeth as she responds "Darcy, at your service. Though," She leans against me, the sudden contact making me blush, "I think you'll be the one serving me."
My face is getting redder by the second as I say, "W-what? What do you mean, I-"
She puts a finger up to my lips and long and slow says, "Shhhhhhh, I'm just joking with you honey, no need to get so flustered." She pulls her finger away as my blush softens slightly. "Sorry to tease you, you're just so cute sitting by yourself over here. I had to come introduce myself and see what you're drinking."
"Oh, it's-" I raise my fruity drink to show before she interrupts me.
"Oh now that won't do!" she says, pushing the whiskey she got for herself at me. "I'll order another, that one's for you. That's a real drink."
"I don't know." I say, unsure.
She leans towards me, putting one hand over my shoulder and pushing her chest out as she rests against me. "I do." She puts her hand over mine and moves it to the glass and, unable to say no to those piercing green eyes, brings it up to my lips and I take a draught. I cough almost immediately, but she just smiles encouragingly. "Good boy!" She says, one hand draped over my back and squeezing my shoulder while the other finds a resting place on my leg. Needless to say my heart is pounding out of my chest, my head spinning.
"That was rough." I cough, unable to say much while gathering myself as she gets her own glass and takes confident sips without flinching or taking her eyes off me.
"So, what is a," She looks me up and down as she finds the right words, "soft little thing like you doing coming to a bar like this night after night."
That's a loaded question. "I just like getting out sometimes, it doesn't happen otherwise and I live just down the block." I say sheepishly.
She just cocks her head and leans closer, her breath washing over my ear and making me shiver. "So, there's no one you'd say you're close, to." She really accentuates her point, leaning in and whispering in my ear as her hand reaches deeper between my thighs.
Drunk and wayyyy to horny for my own good, I whimper quietly and shift, almost pulling away but stopping myself.Is she serious?
She hesitates, stopping her hand and leaning back. "If you want me to stop, tell me now, I won't push any more."
My brain is screaming to tell her to stop, I have a butt plug in my ass, she'll think I'm a freak, I can't do this. But a different part of me, deep deep down, perhaps stirred by the alcohol or maybe just the thrill, gets me to shake my head and say "I didn't say that."Might as well see what happens.
She grins, leaning back in and pressing her chest against my arm as her other hand grips my thigh tighter. "Then you want me to keep going?"
I nod.
She leans in real close, her hand skirting my crotch as my dick throbs, "Wanna take this somewhere private?"
I nod again.
In a second she's downed her drink, moves my hand to 'help' me finish mine, and stands up to drag me to the bathroom.
I didn't realize how tall she was when she was sitting next to me, but she's a good head and a half taller and pretty muscular, something else I learn through experience as she hauls me behind her effortlessly.
"This is private?" I say nervously, the public unisex bathroom kinda grimy.
"You really care?" She says, pushing me backward into the stall so I fall onto the closed toilet. "This place isn't known for class, y'know." She reaches down, undoing the buckle on my pants as my face gets redder. "Don't do this much?" She asks, seeing my nervousness.
"Ever." I say, squirming a little as my pants are undone and the moment of truth approaches.
"Don't worry sweety, I'll be nice and gentle, let's see what we're working with." She pulls down my pants and underwear in one swift motion, revealing the butt plug. She pauses for a long time, my face beet red as the only thing I can do is wait to see her reaction. Eventually a devilish grin spreads across her face. "Now what is this?"
Oh no, oh god, this was a bad Idea. "I-I can explain, I-" I say, suddenly panicking.
"You're a little submissive slut trolling for a dom! I pegged you for a bottom, don't get me wrong, but oh man!" She laughs, "I didn't imagine you were prepared for a good dicking." Her eyes light up.
"Are you mad?" I ask, unsure how to feel.
"Mad?" She responds incredulously. She then unzips her tight leather pants, pulling them open to reveal a massive throbbing cock straining against her panties. "Get on your knees and find out how mad I am."
My heart skips a beat, my brain buffering a second before I slide onto the ground and come eye to eye with a cock bigger than most I've seen in porn. The monstrous prostate pulverizer throbs in anticipation, precum welling at the tip as my eyes widen in shock. It strains against the elastic of her underwear, fighting to be free.
I look down at my own cock. It's throbbing too, as it begs for attention it won't receive. I didn't think they could really be that big, I thought that was just in porn. Compared to me,- Before I can continue, her hand finds its way to my chin and tilts my head up towards her.
"Are you just gonna sit there gawking?" She says, her other hand idly rubbing herself through her panties, "Or are you gonna be a good boy and start worshipping my cock."
Oh god yes! I think as the dam finally breaks. I lean in and start to shower her cock with kisses, all rational thought abandoned in the face of a fat sweaty cock. The only thing between me and her beautiful bitch breaker is thin black fabric, and the musky smell almost immediately makes my head spin as my nose is pressed against her alongside my lips.Oh that smell! I never thought it'd be that strong, that alluring. I need more.
"Mmh, that's it," she mutters, her hand brushing through my hair encouragingly as I worship, "you can do better though."
I look up at her, her piercing eyes so full of lust that I shiver as I make eye contact. Her breathing is heavy as her thumbs loop through her waistband and pull her pants and panties completely off, letting her cock hang free. It's even more intimidating let loose, making my heart beat out of my chest as it dangles in front of me. The thick rod visibly pulses, every heartbeat visible in the throbbing veins covering my new object of worship.It's enormous! It's too big, it's-it's-... It's perfect.
I lean forward, starting at the tip and kissing down the side of the shaft, the salty taste of her sweat leaking into my mouth as I can't help but start to lick up the length. She moans, leaning back against the stall door as I do my work. "Ohh honey, those lips were made to suck dick, you're sure you never did this before?"
I look up, pulling my brain out of the horny fog just enough to respond "Never a real cock. Never this big."I've only dreamed of doing this a thousand times, worshipping a real shemale. This is nothing like mine! I lean down and start to kiss and lick her balls, the sweaty sack rolling over my tongue blissfully as she shivers.
"Ohh fuck," She says, the hand that's stroking my hair gripping tighter as she pulls me deeper into her crotch, using my tongue like a washcloth and dragging me all around her cock. "That's a good slut," She pushes me farther down, lapping under her balls and beside the base, every sweaty musky fold of skin getting licked clean as my brain goes fuzzy before finally pulling me away.
I gasp as cold air fills my lungs, catching my breath while Darcy looks at me like a piece of meat. She leans down and gets close to my face, saying "Ohh, look at you," She suddenly pulls my head back by the hair sharply, forcing me to look in her eyes as she looms over me, "already all coated in sweat, spit, and precum like a good little cumrag." She smiles broadly, the lust audible in her voice as she says, "Open wide." and stands up straight, one hand locked to my hair and the other pressing the tip of her cock to my lips.
Yes! Finally! I go to part my lips, but before they're even fully open she's diving into my mouth cock first. I gag initially, but this doesn't dissuade her a bit as her other hand lets go of her cock and grabs the other side of my head and all of a sudden I'm not having sex, I'm being used like a toy. Her monster cock bashes against the back of my throat with no regard for my comfort and steadily fills my mouth with precum.
"Ohh yes!" She roars as she finally pounds into my throat, balls slapping my chin as she holds my face against her pelvis. "It's been so long since I've had a good sluts throat wrapped around me like this, just let me enjoy it."
I don't seem to have a choice, pushing against her legs with all my strength and my head doesn't budge an inch.Wow, she's strong! She doesn't even seem to notice my struggling that's accompanying a cock the size of my arm being lodged in my throat. Eventually, she does relent, but just to start fucking my face again. Her strokes are long and brutal, pulling out until the tip is just past my lips and then slapping her balls against my chin over and over.
I can't slow her down at all, she's just using me like a cocksleeve. I consider that for a moment before saying,That's because I am just a cocksleeve. I let my arms go limp and just sit there, kneeling on a dirty bar bathroom floor, my cock leaking precum like a faucet as I'm used.
"That's right!" She yells as I surrender, "Learn your fucking place! A toy for a real cock to fuck!" She slows down, letting me breathe around her cock for a little while she slowly pumps into me and degrades me. "You're not here because you want pleasure, oh no." She wipes one of many tears her onslaught caused off of my cheek, continuing, "No, you're here for this aren't you? You wanted someone to notice. Someone to see you sitting at that bar and just snatch you up, am I right?"
I nod as best I can around her cock, which starts diving deeper again after I do. "That's right, you're just a desperate cumslut who wants to be owned. You were just waiting for someone to take you, anyone with a fat cock and a winning smile, doesn't matter who." She thrusts all the way in, holding me against her pelvis again as my throat bulges for a long moment before fully letting go of my head so I can pull off and gasp for breath. Slobber and tears are running down my face from the oral assault I just endured, and my chest rises and falls rapidly as I attempt to pull myself together and catch my breath.
She tilts my head up to her again, a black haired muscular goddess towering over me. Her bitch breaker glistening with my spit is looming over my face, blocking half my vision as it rests against me. She idle thrusts half an inch or so back and forth as she says, "There are two ways this ends, I figure. I can drop my load down your throat, turn around, and walk away. You get a night of fulfilling this fantasy and then get to go home and jerk off thinking about it. I'm sure that's tempting, buuuuuuuuut," she drags out her sentence as she rubs her still throbbing cock back and forth across my face, making it hard to keep my thoughts straight, "there is another option."A hand comes down and caresses my cheek as she continues, "Beg me to own you."
"H-huh?" I say, finally shocked enough out of my stupor to speak, "Are you serious?"
She giggles at my shock, still rubbing against his face. "Deadly. I'd expect complete obedience from you of course, but with a throat like that and such a tight looking ass, I'd be an idiot to let you get away." She says, her foot brushing against my cock cage to make her point.
She'd really do that? She'd control my life? My heart starts beating out of my chest, the idea that my fantasies could become real equal parts tantalizing and terrifying. It's not long before the alcohol and the sight of her cock wins, and I look up at her and desperately say, "Please own me! Take me as your slave, your cocksleeve! I'll do anything, just-" I shiver as her cock throbs against my face, "just please give me more cock!"
She pulls back and leans down close, taking my face in her hands. "You understand what you're signing up for, yes? You will do whatever I say, when I say it."
"Yes." I say.
"Yes what?" She responds playfully.
My breath catches and my dick throbs as I say, "Yes Mistress."
She stands up straight, stroking her cock over me as she says, "That's a good slave." she moans as she strokes faster. "Then here's what we're going to do. I'm going to paint your face, then we're going to your home and continuing this... conversation."
"Yes Mistress!" I eagerly reply, opening my mouth as she strokes rapidly. It doesn't take long before she's moaning and leaning back. Then her left hand grabs my hair and pulls me up close, her cock throbbing as she points it at me.
"Not this time, mouth closed," She says through grit teeth, clearly about to cum, "I want to see every drop painting that pretty little face of yours, mark you as mine. You'll get plenty more pumped down your throat later."
Then, with a roaring moan, she unloads all over my face. Rope after rope of hot cum gushes out of her as her hands blur.Ohh wow! There's so much! She's holding me in place so firmly there's nothing I can do but get coated with her spunk. "Ohhh." She exhales, muscles finally relaxing as she milks the last couple of drops onto my lips. "Look at that, pretty as a picture. Speaking of," She pulls her phone out of her pants after she slides them up her legs, pulling out her phone and snapping some pictures of me.
"What are you-" I ask, dazed and horny, kneeling on the floor of a bar restroom and dripping tears, spit, and cum down my face, with a cock dripping pathetically onto the floor.
"I just wanted to commemorate, let's call it, the moment I made you mine." Her phone goes back into her pocket as quickly as it came out. "Now, you're going to bring me back to your apartment. Understood."
I nod.
"Then why are you still on the floor?" She says, so I gather my wits and stand up, my legs aching from the prolonged kneeling. I move to grab some toilet paper to wipe off my face when she says "Did I give you permission to wipe that off? I've marked you as my property, I expect you to wear it proudly as you bring me to your home."
W-walk home, like this? My face burns red at the thought, mortified at the thought while some part of me deep down can't help but get excited. "Yes Mistress."
She smiles, my heart lifting a little as she says, "Good boy. You can put your pants on I suppose." She turns and starts to open the stall door before adding, "This time."
My heart skips another beat, implication heavy as I follow her out of the stall and into the bathroom. I try to hesitate before the door back to the bar but she grabs my wrist, her iron grip and toned arms pull me along without a second thought. My face burns red as I lower my face, not that you could tell under all the white of course, and I try to speed up and get through it faster.
This time, however, Darcy slows down and before I pass her she just softly says "Heel." I stop in my tracks, my heart beating as she comes to a stop and I begrudgingly stop right behind her. "I lead, you follow. Remember your place, slave." She turns to keep walking, but her expression softens a little as she turns to me and says, "It's dark in here, no one can tell. Relax."
She starts walking again, the seconds dragging on as I do my best not to draw attention. The bartender turns as we walk by, gruffly saying "Hey Darcy, you leaving already?"Oh god, I think, please don't look at me.
"Thought I'd turn in early tonight Leo, I'll be back to bother you another day." She says, giving him a wave with her free hand as my heart beats out of my chest.
The bartender, seemingly named Leo, snorts as she says that. "Oh yeah, I'msure you and your boytoy there'll be doing a lot of sleeping."
She lets go of my arm long enough to slap my ass hard, making me jump and almost yelp out loud before gripping my arm again. "You know me too well. See ya around."
With that finally, blessedly, we step out of the bar and onto the dim street and I finally feel like I can breathe again, though my eyes still dart around just to make sure no one is here.
Darcy laughs, saying "You were wound up so tight I thought you might just explode if I did that, I was nearly right."
"That wasn't funny!" I say after confirming the street is empty.
She steps up to me, standing tall over me as she says, "I disagree, and I think you do too." Her hand grabs my cock through my pants, making me stifle a moan. She cocks her head as she studies my expressions. "You're still throbbing, right?"
I nod gently, unable to take my eyes off of hers as she slowly walks me back into a wall.She can see right through me. She reaches up and with one finger pushes some of her still hot load into my mouth. She just smiles sweetly as I suck her cum off her finger right there on the street, letting out a moan as the taste hits my tongue.
"Don't lie to yourself, and definitely don't lie to me." She says, a dangerous edge to her voice for a moment there. "You know you love it."
I only nod in response.
"Take me to your house. Now." She commands. I stiffly stand up straight and start walking towards my apartment, her taste still lingering on the back of my tongue and her cum still covering my face as I lead her to seal my fate.