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2003-09-15
It began in a bar, this revelation of sorts. I had came in and sat at a table. A couple of girls at the bar saw me and started flirting. I am an equal opportunity flirt, so I flirted back. Eventually, they were at my table buying me drinks. After a few hours, and several drinks, they left. That was when I was forced to realize what I was really there for. I went to the restroom, barely able to navigate myself, and as I reached the stall, I realized someone was behind me. But, it was too late. I was forced down, my head over the toilet, and him standing over me. He had a good hold of my hair, and held me face down until he could get his pants down. I heard the zipper, I heard everything, but all I could see was the toilet beneath my face. My reflection of a filthy female in a filthy toilet.
Did I try to scream? Yes, in my head, I did. Screams were rippling from my brain. But, nothing, not even a squeek, was coming out of my mouth.
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I closed my legs, at first, fighting it. It seemed to be the only way my body or mind was fighting it. But, that didn't stop him. It just made the decision to take my ass first a whole lot easier. It was the first time I had my ass taken. And, it hurt, but it was a numbing hurt. My body was tense but the cock was small so it was only the entry really that seared like heat. And, the tension of me trying to push him out only made him push harder and cum faster, I realized. By then, I had lost most of my strength struggling to keep him out of my asshole that my legs were opened easily for him next. And, my cunt had been fucked so many times before that he slipped right in and out barely noticed. There were too many other things on my mind.
Like, what am I going to do if I get pregnant or catch something. But, again, was too weak to fight it. I just gave in, realizing, I was weak and brought the whole thing on myself. He finished with my cunt and turned me back around, my head forced down now.
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I could see his shoes. Expensive leather shoes. This was not some average Joe. He forced his cock into my mouth and told me to clean him up and thank him. I cried, but opened my mouth because his fingers were practicly prying it open anyways. I sucked obediently, just to get it over with and out of the restroom alive. And, I did. I can still remember the taste of my insides against his cock. And I remember his shoes. I will always remember those expensive leather shoes. .
