#Roamingleaf

[roamingleaf]

"A Dance In The Dark"

TW: R@pe, Intox, Creampie, Forced, Public Use, Dirty talking

Tonight was a mistake dressed in an raven black lounge suit. How could she have seen past those clear almond gems he had tucked behind each eye? Those alone had been enough for her to take one or two of this chivalrous gentlemen's drinks. Oh, but that dreaded smile. It seemed his secret weapon was one that would melt the coldest shoulders. Despite the lounge having numerous lights flooding many separate corners, there was something about his smile brightening the room that she couldn't ignore.

Soon those first two drinks had turned into a third and fourth as the Oaken tanned, gentlemen happily encouraged every last kiss of your pastel lips to that crystal glass. While the liquor flowed like the River Nile there was a sudden, yet, warming sensation of a firm, chiseled chest pressing against the thin fabrics of your navy blue cocktail dress. This alone was enough to send shivers up the poor girls spines, but, the gentleman was not done with his spells yet.

As if a constructor was coiling around its pretty little prey those same hands that had offered drink, after drink, after drink were now helping press this delicate doll back against his broad chest.

"Has anyone told you what a pretty portrait you are?" The lumbering giant softly whispered into the girls ear as a slow burning blush started to stain those already rosey cheeks. As his serenading song those ear his palms would be at work strolling along the trail of her cascading hips. Taking their time to enjoy the craftsmanship, the twists and turns, and how ever so soft to the touch this portrait felt wrapped up like a gift.

"N-no, not today." Was all that she could mutter out quietly under the strings, and cacophony of the guitars around them.

"No? Even more reason for me to appreciate the fine arts." Those words seemed to have much more finality in them than anything else this slinking shadows spoke. One of his coarse palms found a new hold over this dainty work of art before him. With the help of just one finger, she had found her head was turned with ease to meet his lips for their first entanglement.

What a moment. Shocked by his brazen behavior; even though like a dove perched on that bar stool the buckling weight of his kiss alone swept her from her feet. With this nefarious concoction of lust and alcohol swirling and sloshing around in that chemical cockpit she held in her mind, it had escaped any thought of how effortlessly that tall, dark, mistake guided this poor unsuspecting doe to a more secluded, quiet part of the lounge off in the back.

By the time reality had started to catch up what little knowledge that could be gleam this fog was dwindling. All that certainly could be said was that skimpy, sultry, dress that had wonderfully showcased this carefully shaped sculptor to the world was being hiked up to truly reveal what wonders danced beneath the velvet lies. In what felt like one sudden thrust the full length, girth, and stiffness of his manhood had found refuge deep within the drenched, dripping, cove of hers. So many thoughts raced through her head in this moment, some like

"When did I pass out?"

"When did this terror find the time to pin me to the wall?"

But even worse of all, "why am I so wet?"

"Who knew a whore would be this tight." Softly cooed the looming shadow after each buccaneering thrust. With every disheveled push further into the wall she knew it, even more so, she could feel it. The smudges of her face painting the shady, smokey halls of this dingy lounge. How she wanted to scream, kick, fight with any merit and energy left inside that poor trapped doe, but yet, her body laid limp as the roar of the dance floor mere feet away echoed around this intrusive invasion.

"Y-you're hur-"

Before any more words could tumble from those soft pastel lips in peril, another unwelcomed guest joined in on this unfolding sight in the form of a striking palm across a bare bottom. It was as if the spankings, and the thrustings were in a merciless race to the finish line. One with a throbbing, messy ending in sight.

With one last grunt his manhood erupted inside her awaiting, dripping, gushing pearl. Ashamed to admit it to herself, she evenly coated the shaft of that stranger there in that dark smokey club. And as she did, the warming running truth could be felt rushing to flood those precious hallowed halls, but as if that would not be enough truths, it would spill out and down her shaking thigh. Trickling like a somber river.

After the ravishing has found its conclusion those same weak legs had no more strength left to carry this used, shaken frame. With the swiftness of the wind she found herself kneeled down against the wall clutching its matted black entire. As if it were her savior, but sadly, nothing could help. That once gleefully mixture that stained her mind now yielded such a confusing sour field of disgust, misery, and fullness.

However, she wouldn't have long to linger in thoughts, oh no. Such filthy work was not yet finished and that Towering figure aimed to make that clean. He reached out for her hair, grasping it between the gaps of his fingers and palm. With this new handle upon this portrait, her face was quickly driven into the messy length of his cock.

"Open your mouth" He commanded.

Ashamed and afraid she did as the voice said. Those once proud lips quivering knowing what was to come. Like a rag he used her frightened mouth to clean himself. First by forcing the full length inside, regardless of how she pressed for air against him. Then by whipping what dribble was made along the smeared canvas she hailed as a face. Repeating this process for what felt like an eternity. He seemed hellbent on reshaping such a poor portraits throat to remember the full length of his shaft. Only once he had deemed himself clean enough did he free her from his grasp, but not without a final farewell, oh no.

While he freed himself a few more lasting shots of his seed spilled onto those tired lips and what was left of that crinkled cocktail dress. There the shadowy man left her as he zipped himself back up, and joined back in on the festivities once again.

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