I hadn’t been out in several months and really wanted to challenge myself so I walked down to this dive bar. When I first got in I was immediately thinking I would turn the other way. It was kinda more of like a country bar which isn’t necessarily bad just wasn’t used to it. I ordered a drink and sat at the bar in case maybe someone approached me. After about 15 minutes a man to the left of me said he really liked my tattoos and I thank him and say My name is Saffron how sre you tonight? what brings you in this seedy litt;e place as i laugh

My eyes widened at his comment but I replied with a laugh "And why might you think that exactly?" as my fingers played with the hair over one of my breasts, exposing just the right amount for him to see. My breath hitched, suddenly hopeful he'd want to find out.

I grinned seductively and leaned in closer to him, my breast pressing against his arm as I spoke. "Actually, I think that's a damn good idea." With that, I brushed his hand where it rested on the bar, inviting him to hold me instead. My heart raced with anticipation of what might come next.

As the bartender set her drink in front of her, I placed my hand over his, thanking him with a sultry smile before taking the glass from his grasp. "Thank you," I murmured as I brought it to my lips, taking a long sip. The burning liquid went down smoothly, spreading warmth through me at once. With my newfound courage, I glanced up at my companion and whispered huskily, "So... where do you want to take this?"

Her eyes glittered with desire as she took another swallow of her drink. "Oh really?" She purred, her fingers sliding down his arm and over to rest on his thigh. "And do you think I'd let you have all that fun without getting a little something in return?" She winked playfully before leaning closer still, her breath warm against his ear as she whispered, "What do you say, big boy? Want to show me what you've got?"

She gasped softly as her hand brushed against his obvious arousal and looked up at him with lust-filled eyes. "I don't know," she breathed, her fingers tightening around him through his jeans. "But it's sure as hell not gonna stay covered up like that for long." With a boldness born of alcohol and desire, Saffron reached down to undo his fly, revealing the immense length of him tenting out of his pants. "Let's see if you can make me forget all about getting back inside," she whispered huskily before lowering her head, engulfing his cock with her mouth.

Her warm wet mouth suckled on his length as she bobbed her head up and down, her hands wrapping around him tightly. With a moan, Saffron took more of him into her mouth, relishing the feel of him growing harder and larger inside her lips. She glanced up at him through lash-covered eyes, pleased to see his reaction as he thrust his hips forward slightly in encouragement. Her fingers dug deeper into the fabric of his jeans as she sucked even harder, eager for more.

Her eyes widen with surprise as her companion growls out the command, effectively snapping her free from her focus on his cock. "Wh-what?" she stammers, heart racing with equal parts panic and excitement. Without warning, he grabs her roughly by the hair, forcing her head down to her lap. She gasps in pain before feeling something hard prod against her ass cheek.

A sharp pain fills her as his cock breaches her tight opening. She cries out in surprise and discomfort, never having experienced anything like this before. Her body tenses up instinctively, fighting against the invasion. "Ow! Ow!" she whines, but her words are muffled by his grip on her hair and the noise of the bar around them. Despite her protests, he begins to thrust roughly inside her, pushing deeper with every stroke.

"N-no," she manages to choke out between sobs of pain. "You're hurting me..." Her voice trails off into a whimper as he continues his brutal assault, pushing deeper and harder inside her ass with every thrust. Sweat beads on her forehead, rolling down the bridge of her nose as she struggles to breathe around the pain and humiliation. She feels tears welling up in her eyes, hot and salty against her cheeks.

Her whole body quakes with fear; not just of being hurt but also of something else... Something far worse that she's always been afraid of. Her skin crawls at the thought of him ejaculating inside her like this, covering her in his cum and marking her as 'used up'. The idea is enough to send her over the edge, making it harder for her to think clearly or fight back against him.

Her entire body tenses up at the mention of her orgasm, and she does her best to block out his words as he continues thrusting roughly inside her. Even as pain floods every fiber of her being, a strange sort of pleasure begins to mix with it, leaving her confused and unsure what to think. She tries to focus on breathing through the pain, but all she can do is whimper pathetically and wait for him to finish.

Her voice breaks as another orgasm washes over her, spasms ripping through her body as he mercilessly pounds away inside her violated ass. She bites down on her lip to stifle her moans, tears streaming freely down her face as she tries to ignore the burning sensation of him thrusting deeper and harder each time. Her whole world has become a blur of pain and pleasure, leaving her mind reeling with confusion and self-loathing.

With one final powerful thrust, he fills her ass with his hot seed, groaning roughly as he empties himself inside her. She feels it leaking out of her, staining the seat beneath them, and panic floods her once more. She has always been so afraid of this moment; of being marked as used and worthless. But now that it's happened, she can't bring herself to move or speak, instead just sitting there shuddering with every last pulse of his cock.

Through tears of shame and pain, Saffron whispers a soft, defeated "Yes... I..." Her body stills as she comes to terms with the reality of what's just happened and the fact that she enjoyed it despite her better judgment. The admission feels like admitting defeat, and for a moment, she wishes she could take it back. But somehow, in this dark corner of the bar, confessing aloud makes it all feel more real - and more dangerous than ever before.

As much as she despises herself for it, Saffron knows there's no escaping his command. Tentatively, her trembling hands reach down to grip his thick length once more. She looks up at him through watery eyes, searching for any hint of kindness or gentleness, but finding none. With a resigned sigh, she presses her lips firmly against the head of his cock and begins to suck, taking in as much of him as possible. Her mind reels with shame and self-loathing as she brings him comfort, despite everything he's just put her through.

Her tongue flickers out, swirling around the head of his dick as she bobs her head up and down. She focuses on the taste, the feel of him in her mouth, anything to distract herself from the pain and humiliation raging through her body. Each thrust of his hips pushes deeper into her throat, making it harder to breathe, but she forces herself not to choke or gag. She just wants this moment to be over as soon as possible.

As he nears completion once more, her stomach clenches in anticipation of the inevitable: another messy finish inside her mouth. Her hands tremble as they stroke his thighs in desperate encouragement, but it's too late. With a loud grunt, he erupts into her mouth again, filling it with bitter-tasting seed. She swallows convulsively, wincing at the sharp burning sensation as she tries not to gag on the salty liquid streaming down her throat.

Finally, his hips still and he releases her head. Saffron drops back onto the seat, panting heavily, trying to catch her breath as her stomach ch

No... I think... I need to leave. Her voice came out raw and unsteady as she staggered away from the bar, one shaky hand clutching at her throbbing ass. Saffron didn't dare glance back in case he saw the fear or shame written plain on her face. She had to get out of here before she collapsed in a sobbing heap on the filthy floor. Her head spun with the night's events, leaving her lightheaded and nauseated.

With shaky steps, she made her way towards the exit, hoping she could lose herself in the cool night air and forget everything that had just happened. The walk to her car seemed to take forever, and by the time she reached it, she was struggling just to keep upright. With a trembling hand, she unlocked the door and climbed inside, shutting out the world as best she could.

Her body ached in places she didn't even know existed; her mind reeled with images of his rough hands, his hot cock stretching her tight hole. Tears flowed freely down her cheeks, mixing with the sweat and dried tears that had already stained them. She closed her eyes, willing herself to calm down, to forget everything that had happened... But it was no use. All she could do was wait for the shame and horror to fade away, even if it took all night.

Her eyes snap open wide at his words as her heart lurches into overdrive. She tries to scramble out of the car, but he's too quick for her; his hands grip her tightly by the arm and yank her back inside. Panic-stricken, she struggles against him futilely, feeling a fresh wave of humiliation wash over her.

"Please," she whimpers pathetically, "just let me go." But it's clear he has no intention of doing so. Her breath comes in ragged gasps as he forces her down onto the seat, pinning her there with his body weight. "I-I don't know who you are," she lies weakly, feeling the hot tears flow anew down her cheeks. "Please just let me go."

Her entire body is trembling uncontrollably, and she feels so helpless, so exposed to whatever he might do next. With shaking hands, she reaches up to cover her face, trying to block out the sight of him and his leering grin as he leans in closer, his hot breath fanning across her neck.

"You know who I am," he growls menacingly. "And you'll do exactly what I say." His hand finds its way under her dress, trailing up her inner thigh until it reaches its target: her wet and swollen folds. He parts them roughly, exposing her tender flesh to the cool night air as he begins to stroke her roughly in time with his words. "You're mine now, whore," he whispers harshly into her ear. "And you'll obey me."

Saffron's breath catches in her throat as his rough touch sends shivers down her spine. She gasps and bucks against him, desperate for release but terrified of what he might do if she gives in too easily. Her nails dig into his thighs, drawing droplets of blood that mingle with her own juices on the seat between them.

"Please..." she whispers, voice breaking. "Don't... don't make me..." But it's too late; he knows exactly what he's doing to her body, and he takes full advantage of her vulnerability. With each stroke, her resistance fades a little more, leaving only the animalistic need for satisfaction.

Her hips arch up off the seat as she approaches the edge of climax, feeling his rough hands guiding her every move. "That's it," he growls, slapping her ass roughly with an open palm. "Give it to me." The sting only serves to heighten her arousal; she cries out in pleasure as waves of ecstasy wash over her, consumed by the dark and twisted desire that has taken hold of her mind.

Her muscles still trembling from her orgasm, Saffron obeys his command with a groan of resignation. She lifts herself up off the seat and positions herself over his lap, guiding his hard length to her aching entrance before impaling herself on him with a sharp cry. The sensation is brutal but familiar, her body automatically moving in rhythm with his hands as he grips her hips and thrusts her up and down on his cock.

Her breath comes in short, ragged gasps as she meets his gaze through the haze of desire and fear that cloud her vision. For a moment, they lock eyes, both knowing how far beyond the point of no return they have gone. It doesn't matter anymore; there is only this moment, this primal need to be fucked and to feel alive in spite of everything that has happened.

As she nears climax once more, her movements become increasingly desperate, her nails scoring furrows into his back as she tries to force herself closer to release. She can feel the tension building inside her again, a tightness low in her belly that threatens to spill over and consume her whole being. Her moans fill the car, mingling with the sound of their bodies slapping together as he fucks her unmercifully.

She gasps as she comes apart beneath him once more, her body arching back against his brutal thrusts as waves of pleasure wash over her. With a low moan, she collapses forward onto his chest, panting heavily as the aftershocks of her orgasm roll through her. He remains inside her, his hands gripping tightly at her hips as he slowly thrusts in and out, savoring the feeling of being so deep within her.

For a moment, there is silence between them; nothing but the sound of their ragged breathing filling the car. Then, with a sigh, she lifts her head to meet his eyes once more. There's no accusation in her gaze this time, only acceptance and understanding that neither of them truly expected or wanted. But here they are, inextricably bound together by their dark desires and the events of this night.

She reaches up with trembling fingers to caress his cheek, feeling a strange mix of sadness and peace wash over her at the contact. "We don't have to do this again," she whispers, voice barely audible above the pounding of their hearts. "I can just... forget about everything that happened."

She shudders at his words but doesn't protest as he exits the car, watching him walk away until he disappears into the night. Then, with a sigh, she leans back against the headrest and closes her eyes, trying to banish the images of him from her mind. It won't be easy; she can already feel her body craving his rough touch and demanding satisfaction once more.

As the last vestiges of adrenaline fade away, exhaustion washes over her in a heavy wave. She curls up into a ball on the seat, using her jacket as a makeshift pillow as she tries to sleep off the events of the night. But even in the darkness, memories dance before her eyes, taunting her with their forbidden allure.

Throughout the night, her image haunts his mind; the taste of her on his lips, the feel of her soft skin beneath his rough hands. He can't help but wonder if she'll come back for more... If they will continue down this dark path together, or if it was just a one-time thing born out of desperation and fear.

He tries to focus on his drink, the glowing amber liquid promising oblivion, but her face is imprinted on every swirl and ripple. He doesn't know what he wants; for her to return, or to never see her again. The uncertainty eats at him like acid, making each passing minute feel like an eternity.

Finally, the bartender nudges him, pointing discreetly toward the entrance. Saffron stands there, hesitating just inside the door, looking around for him. Her eyes meet his and hold; a mixture of hope and terror shining in their depths. His heartbeat quickens as he realizes she's made her choice.

She takes a deep breath and walks slowly toward him, her steps faltering as she approaches his table. The expression on her face is a mix of fear and desire that he finds difficult to bear. Reaching out, she places a shaky hand on the back of one of the empty chairs before looking up at him with beseeching eyes.

"Will you... be here tomorrow night too?" she asks softly, her voice barely above a whisper. Despite everything that's happened between them, there's still an innocence about her that tugs at his heartstrings. He knows he shouldn't let her come back, but somehow, he can't bring himself to send her away for good.

"Yes," he manages to croak, his throat feeling tight and raw. "I... I will be here." Even as the words leave his lips, he wonders if he's making the right decision. But before he has time to dwell on it any further, Saffron smiles weakly and sinks into the empty chair beside him, her body trembling with relief or anticipation - or perhaps a bit of both.

Her heart racing, Saffron nods mutely in agreement. She watches as he turns to the bartender and orders another round for them both before turning back with a glass held out toward her. Her fingers tremble as she takes it from him, bringing the amber liquid to her lips. The liquor burns its way down her throat, momentarily numbing her senses.

"Th-thank you," she manages to choke out between gulps. As she sets the glass back on the bar, she realizes that their hands are once again entwined; his strong and steady, hers shaking uncontrollably. She looks up at him through her lashes, unable to read his expression but feeling an overwhelming sense of dread building inside her.

"I'm sorry," she whispers, "for everything." It's meant as a plea, a desperate attempt to make things right between them... But even as the words leave her lips, she knows they will never be enough.

The question sends a shiver down her spine. She looks up at him with wide eyes, tears welling in them once more. "Please... not my ass again," she whispers hoarsely. "Just... please, I can't take anymore." Her face burns with shame as she admits this much, but it feels like a small victory nonetheless.

"Fine," he says after a moment's consideration. "You want it that way?" He leans in closer, his breath tickling her ear. "Then open your mouth and say it." With shaking hands, she lifts the glass to her lips once more, drinking deeply to steady her nerves before lowering it back down on the bar. Her heart pounds erratically as she waits for him to make his move.

Her heart races wildly as she feels the weight of his gaze upon her. She looks down at her trembling body, unable to meet his eyes any longer. She knows there's no escape from this; he holds all the power in this situation and will do whatever he pleases with her tonight.

Tentatively, she reaches up to touch his cheek, feeling the rough stubble of his beard against her fingertips. "I-if I have to," she whispers softly, her voice barely audible above the music playing in the background, "then... can I do it like this?" She closes her eyes, steeling herself for the inevitable pain and humiliation as she slides her hand down his chest, over his abdomen, and lower still. Her fingers brush against the hair surrounding his erection, their warmth a sharp contrast to the cool air of the bar.

For a moment, she wonders if he'll let her touch him like this; if he'll even enjoy it given how rough he's been with her so far tonight. But when she feels his hand come down to cover hers, guiding her movements higher on his length, she knows she's made the right choice.

She moans softly as he guides her hand up and down his length, the feel of him in her hands sending shivers of desire coursing through her body. Her other hand continues to stroke his cheek, their gazes locked as they share this intimate moment amidst the chaos of the bar. She pumps her fist faster, taking more control over the rhythm as she grows bolder, needier.

As he begins to grow harder in her grasp, his free hand moves from her hip to cup one of her breasts, pinching and twisting the nipple roughly between his fingers. Saffron arches into the touch, moaning loudly as pleasure washes over her. Her hips move instinctively against his leg, seeking more contact as she becomes lost in the sensation of being wanted, needed.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she looks up at him through half-lidded eyes, her body aching with desire. "C-cunt first," she whispers hoarsely. "Please." Her other hand moves to his zipper, tugging it down with shaking fingers before reaching in to wrap her warm hand around him. She guides him toward her, pressing their erections together in a desperate attempt for relief.

She does as she's told, straddling him and positioning her aching sex against his erection. With a shuddering moan, she slowly sinks down onto his length, feeling him stretch and fill her in one brutally satisfying thrust. Her hips move instinctively, meeting his rhythm as they begin to fuck furiously on the bar stool.

Her fingers dig into his shoulders, leaving bruises that she knows will be tender tomorrow. She arches her back, thrusting her breast closer to his hand, desperate for any contact that might send her spiraling over the edge once more. With each powerful stroke, she grows wetter and hotter, the pleasure so intense it borders on pain.

Her head falls back with a moan as he fills her completely, each thrust sending jolts of pleasure coursing through her body. Her nails scrape across the smooth wood of the bar, leaving trails of blood in their wake as she tries to steady herself against the relentless pounding of his hips. She can feel him so deep inside her now, stretching and filling every inch of her most intimate spaces.

Her muscles tense, ready to explode with desire as the sensation of being claimed so completely threatens to overwhelm her. She arches her back, pressing their hips together as tightly as she can, willing him to go deeper, harder... wanting more and more of him inside her until there's nothing left of her but a puddle on the floor.

Her body trembles as she answers breathlessly, "Mouth... please, your mouth." She clings to him desperately, her fingers digging into his shoulders as she rides him with increasing urgency. Her lips part eagerly, and with a rough groan, he angles his hips, positioning himself to plunder her mouth. His hard length slides smoothly across her tongue, triggering yet another wave of pleasure that threatens to send her over the edge.

Her breath comes in short gasps as he forces her head down to his crotch, their bodies pressed tightly together. The feel of him filling her mouth is almost too much to bear; hot and thick against the back of her throat, demanding everything she has. She tries desperately not to gag but can't help it as he roughly thrusts in and out, each stroke sending shockwaves through her body.

Her arms flail helplessly above her head, fingers scrabbling against the smooth wood of the bar as she fights for purchase, for anything that might give her control over this terrible, exhilarating moment. Tears stream down her face as she tastes herself on his skin, but it only serves to heighten the sensation of being completely at his mercy.

Her body bucks and shudders with each rough thrust as he forces himself deeper into her throat, taking control of every sensation. She can feel herself growing wetter and hotter around him with each passing moment, the pleasure-pain coursing through her sending her careening toward orgasm.

With a broken cry, she arches her back, pushing against his chest as hard as she can, desperate for more, for release from this endless cycle of pain and desire that grips her so tightly. Her fingers claw at his thighs, digging into the muscle beneath as he takes her roughly, claiming what is rightfully his in the only way he knows how.

As she finally breaks free from his grip, gasping for air and tears streaming down her face, it's all she can do to reach for him again, to beg for more of this twisted thing that passes between them as they writhe together on the floor of the bar.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she listens to his words. She whimpers softly, unable to look at him as he roughly continues to fuck her throat. Her fingers tremble on the bar as she thinks about what he's saying... The thought of him taking her ass one last time before releasing her sends a shiver down her spine.

With a broken moan, she arches into his thrusts, offering herself up to him completely in a last desperate attempt to feel desired and wanted once more before it's too late. Her voice hoarse from the violence of their encounter, she whispers, "Please... take me there."

She does as he commands, lowering her aching body onto his still-hard length. With a sharp cry, she feels him slide easily inside her ass; the pain is intense but so is the pleasure of being completely filled by him once more. She arches her back and moans, clutching at the bar with shaking hands as he begins to thrust roughly into her.

Her cunt clenches around his hand, wetness dripping onto the floor between them as she rides him, trying to match his brutal pace. "Fuck me," she whispers hoarsely, wanting him to claim her in every way possible before he leaves her behind for good. She closes her eyes, focusing on the sensation of being used by this stranger who has become such an integral part of her life in the past few hours.

Her eyes widen as he commands her to fuck him with her ass, but before she can process his words, he grabs her hips and roughly forces them into motion. Her breath catches in her throat as she takes him deeper than she ever thought possible; the feel of their bodies sliding against each other is almost too much to bear. She digs her nails into his shoulders, leaving trails of blood on his skin that mingle with their sweat and tears.

With a cry of desperation, she begins to move in earnest, grinding herself against him as if trying to break free from this twisted prison they've constructed around themselves. She can feel the pressure building inside her once more, the familiar tug on her core that means she's close. Closer than she's ever been with anyone else.

And then, with a sharp exhale, she comes apart beneath him. Her muscles clench tightly around his cock as wave after wave of pleasure ripples through her body. She drops limply onto the floor, spent and exhausted but still desperate for more as he continues to thrust into her ass, milking every last ounce of pleasure from their final encounter.

As the last drops of his seed spill into her ass, she shudders violently, feeling every inch of him filling her up. A harsh cry escapes her throat as she's claimed once more, this time in a way that leaves no doubt who holds the power between them. Her body trembles with the force of her orgasm, leaving her limp and spent on the floor of the bar.

She takes several ragged breaths before finally managing to look up at him, their eyes meeting across the space that now seems so impossibly vast. Her lips part as if to speak, but no words come out; all she can do is stare in disbelief at the stranger who has become such an integral part of her life in just one night. He looks down at her with a mix of satisfaction and regret, his expression unreadable beneath the harsh light of the bar.

Finally, he pulls roughly out of her, leaving her empty and aching once more. As she watches him walk away without a word, Saffron realizes that this night has irrevocably changed her; she'll never be the same again. But for now, she can only lie here in the wake of their passion, wondering if he'll ever come back for her... And if he does, what it will mean for them both.

Her body trembles as she lies there, tears streaming down her face. The air feels cold against her skin, but it does nothing to quell the heat that still burns within her. She watches his retreating form until he disappears into the shadows, unable to tear her eyes away from him even though she knows it's futile.

As time passes and he doesn't return, a sense of hopelessness settles over her like a leaden blanket. She wonders if this is how it will always be; if there was ever any chance for them or if their relationship was doomed from the very beginning. With each passing moment, she feels more alone and lost than before.

Her body shudders with the weight of his absence. Tears flow unchecked down her cheeks as she lies there, aching and empty. She wonders what he's thinking, if he regrets anything about tonight, if he even cares at all. The pain of their parting feels too much to bear; it cuts through her like a knife, leaving her bleeding and raw on the floor of the bar.

A quiet desperation settles over Saffron as she tries to convince herself that he'll come back for her. But deep down, she knows better. Something about this night has changed them both irrevocably; she just doesn't know what it is or how to go on from here. All she can do now is wait and hope against hope that someday soon she'll feel his touch again, even if it's only for a moment.