This happened a while ago, and I have never told anyone about it. The more I have been posting about my sex life here, the more I realized I could maybe talk about it here. I still think back on this moment sometimes, and as scary as it was, I also found myself so turned on.
It happened at a bar where a local band was playing. My friend wanted me to go with her, and I agreed without really knowing where we were going. The bar was dark, and kind of sketchy, but I was with my friend so I didn’t think anything of it. It was still overwhelming for me though.
The first time I felt a hand on my ass it made me jump, but I was too nervous and shy to say anything. I looked at the guy who did it and he just smiled at me. He was so tall, and he intimidated me, and I couldn’t say anything.
He did it again, and again, and I was too scared to do anything about it. He wasn’t being subtle about it at all, he just left his hand on my ass and continuously squeezed and caressed me.
The band was playing, my friend was cheering and dancing, just like everyone else. No one noticed me getting groped. I guess my silence emboldened him because he moved behind me, and pressed himself against me. I could feel how hard he was, and then he reached around and grabbed my tits.
I was so scared, but I couldn’t do anything. It was my fault for not stopping him sooner. He started pulling me through the crowd, and I just let him. He was so strong and he pulled me like I was just a tiny doll.
He took me to the back, in the dark, and that’s when he got really aggressive. He whispered in my ear that I must be a wild girl while he reached up my sweatshirt and stuck his hand down my pants. He had one hand up my shirt and under my bra and the other was exploring my pussy.
I just let him do this to me. He was groping me and violating me and I just let it happen. I couldn’t say anything, or even move. He made a comment about how I was wet, while he fingered me. I struggled to keep my moans quiet. I hated how good it felt, and how turned on I was.
When he started pulling me through the bar again I wondered where we were going. He took me to a side hallway, and through some doors. We were in the back of the bar in an office. He closed the door and pinned me to a desk.
I was so scared, it was the first time I spoke, I asked him not to, and told him that I had a boyfriend. He just laughed at me and started pulling my sweatshirt off. I didn’t fight him, I even lifted my arms for him, abs then let him remove my bra. He compliments my tits and body, and said my boyfriend was lucky, but that I was his tonight.
The way he said it, I couldn’t say no. I let him kiss me and play with my tits, and finger me. I let him pull my jeans off, and bend me over. I let him stick his cock in me and fuck me in that dirty office and I came so hard as this man I didn’t know used me.
I felt ashamed that I enjoyed it, and that I let this man have his way with me. I didn’t even know his name, we didn’t even talk, he just started groping me and then dragged me off and fucked me. He didn’t even wear a condom. He didn’t care about me, I was just a hot little thing to be fucked.
When he was done with me, after cumming inside me, he thanked me and then helped me to the bathroom. I couldn’t walk, my legs were shaking, and I was still recovering from my orgasm. He left me in the bathroom, and I didn’t see him again the rest of the night.
My friend was so drunk by the time I returned she didn’t even notice I was gone. I never told anyone, especially not my boyfriend at the time. I still think about it, it still turns me on, and it makes me feel so ashamed and dirty, but so sexy as well.
I’m so fucked up.
