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The Bar Bathroom
by ur_dirty_girl21 (trinsmom21@yahoo.com)

***

This is my first story in a series of stories I plan to 
be writing. It's about Nick, a dominating male, and 
Kat, a submissive girl, and the passionate sex filled 
encounters that they both so desperately need. (Mdom/F, 
voy, oral, anal, v, huml)

***

I got out of my car, an old '96 beat up Chevy Blazer 
that I kept around for occasions like this. I loved 
these passionate encounters with Nick, but I always 
kept my safety in the back of my mind. The less he knew 
about the real me, the better. 
  
My real name is Rebecca, but Nick knows me as Kat, I'm 
26 years old, and that I'm honest with him about. I 
stand at 5'6", with brown wavy hair that hangs a bit 
past my shoulders, and piercing green eyes, or so I've 
been told. I'm slim but I have an amazing set of tits, 
36 D and completely natural. I love it when guys openly 
drool over my tits; it gets me hot and makes me want to 
surrender myself to them right then and there. But of 
course, no one knows about my dirty little secret, so I 
just smile and move on, fantasizing about what kind of 
creative things they might do to me and trying not to 
soak through my panties because I get so damn wet. 
  
But as I walked up to the bars entrance a felt a 
nauseating wave of anxiety sweep over me. I took a 
moment to smooth down my blue green plaid mini skirt, 
and adjust my white, almost see through, halter top to 
maximize the amount of cleavage I was showing. Taking a 
deep breath I reminded myself that I always felt these 
nerves before an encounter with Nick, and he had yet to 
disappoint me. I took a last look at my hot red 'fuck 
me' pumps, they matched the 'cock sucker' red lipstick 
I wore, and brushed a few wisps of hair that had 
escaped my pig tailed braids out of my face. One more 
deep breath and I pushed open the door; there was no 
turning back now. 
  
The bar Nick had chosen for this encounter was less 
then impressive to say the least. It was a dingy hole 
in the wall kind of a place, with bad country music 
playing faintly from somewhere near the back. It was 
reeking of smoke and the sleaze ball occupants who were 
in desperate need of a shower. I glanced around looking 
for Nick, but he was no where to be seen. It wasn't 
like him to be late, so I figured he wanted me to feel 
the stares of every grimy pervert in the place, a bit 
of humiliation to kick the night off right. 
  
And stare they did. As I made my way slowly towards a 
dark corner booth in the back I caught most of them 
staring at me, drooling without shame. I was horny, 
worried, and horribly humiliated all at once. Exactly 
what Nick wanted and was expecting of me. A few of them 
had the balls to whistle or lick their lips at me 
suggestively. The thought of their balls instantly made 
me wonder how big their dicks were and just how good 
they would feel sliding into me, but it was a fleeting 
fantasy. Nick had yet to share me, and I highly doubted 
he would pick any one of these dirt bags to be the 
first. 
  
Only steps away from the booth I was seeking, one of 
the men I passed smacked me on the ass as I walked by. 
I stopped in my place momentarily, fighting off my 
instinct to whip around and demand to know who he 
thought he was. That would be my everyday side. The 
dark side of me, the side that only wished he had hit 
me harder, the side in control tonight, won of course. 
  
I hung my head for a fraction of a second, muttered 
"Sorry, excuse me," as if I were in the wrong, then 
looked straight forward again and made it to the booth 
without any further trouble. An eager waiter quickly 
found his way to me, he appeared to be extremely 
disappointed when I denied his offers to get me 
anything, even a first drink on the house, explaining 
that I wanted to wait to order until the party I was 
meeting arrived. 
  
Nick would tell me if I was allowed to drink or not. 
Some nights he wanted me so trashed that I could barely 
follow orders; it gave him all the more excuse to 
punish me. Other nights, like I suspected tonight might 
be, he wanted me as sober as a rock so that I would be 
sure to remember our encounter.
  
I waited anxiously for 10 minutes, enduring the stares 
and whispers from every man in the bar, tapping one of 
my 'fuck me' pumps rapidly against the bar room floor. 
I was just starting to debate whether to give up and 
leave or hang around for another 10 minutes when I saw 
Nick come in. A wave of delight washed over me, and I 
quickly scooted out of the booth so that I could wait 
for him at the head of the table, eyes to the floor, as 
expected of me. As his shoes came into view, I heard 
Nick's soft spoken voice greet me.
  
"Good evening, Slut. Been waiting long?" he asked 
casually, but I could hear the humor he was getting out 
of this in his voice. 
  
"Waiting is never an issue, Sir" I quickly responded on 
cue. 
  
"Mm, good girl," he praised me, smoothing his hand over 
my hair. It was a seemingly affectionate and romantic 
gesture that took me by surprise and even if I had been 
allowed to respond I wouldn't have known how to. One of 
our key rules is that I'm not to speak unless asked a 
question or instructed to do so otherwise. Nick always 
tells me that he likes his bitches to be seen and not 
heard unless their screaming out his name in agony. 

"Okay then whore, you seem to have followed my 
instructions, get into the booth. You may raise your 
face to me." It wasn't so much an option as it was a 
gentle command. 

I slid into the booth until my shoulder pressed up 
against the wall, and Nick slid in next to me, his well 
toned body taking most of the left over space. The 
waiter returned, although not so eagerly this time, and 
Nick ordered himself a shot of tequila with a beer 
back. When the waiter looked my way, Nick interrupted 
his offer and told him I would be having a shot as 
well, but without the beer. I was surprised that he was 
allowing me alcohol and looked over his way.

"Just one shot," Nick growled, "I need you loosened up 
a bit for what I have planned."

The waiter arrived promptly with our order "And that's 
going to be all we're ordering tonight, so I expect 
we'll be having some privacy," Nick informed the 
waiter, who spent a little to long trying to stare down 
my shirt as Nick pulled out his wallet. "Got a problem, 
you little perv?" He snarled. Nick did not enjoy anyone 
eyeing his property in his presence unless he had 
specifically invited them to do so. 

"No sir," The waiter nearly yelped, shooting his eyes 
to the floor and darting off with the money. 

"Don't even think about slamming that yet bitch," Nick 
warned me, shoving the shot in front of me, as if I had 
to be told. He took his shot and then sipped his beer 
for a few moments without so much as looking at me. My 
stomach was starting to turn and knot up. Nick was 
obviously not having a good day, normally he was rough 
with me, on bad days like this I was a fair game vent 
to his anger. He scared me when he was having a bad 
day. 

"I can't stay real long tonight, fuck face, my wife has 
some social event she insists I intend" Nicks wife knew 
about me, and if there were other girls, that was a 
question I dared not ask, she knew about them too. As 
long as Nick kept her in the lifestyle she was 
accustomed to, and showed up at key events to maintain 
her image, she could care less when, where, or who he 
fucked. He glared over at me, "So I'm going to say this 
once and only once, I expect your complete obedience, 
anything less and not only will you be sorry but I'll 
leave you before I finish." I could feel the look of 
horror cross my face, if I failed to make Nick cum, I 
failed in my position as his whore, a disappointment I 
refused to face.

Knowing I strived to be nothing short of loyal and 
obedient, Nick stretched his neck out and sighed. 
Finally, he looked my way, slowly running his eyes up 
and down me. I knew he wanted me, and as scared as I 
was, I was getting wet waiting to feel his rock hard 
cock probing deeper into me then anyone I'd ever been 
with.

"Okay," he said, motioning towards the shot. I started 
to reach for it and an idea seemed to hit him as a 
malicious grin spread across his face. "Wait." he 
reached out and caressed my tits through my halter, 
then slid his hand down my shirt and found my right 
nipple with his fingers. He took a moment to rub and 
twist it softly until it was erect and my breathing was 
becoming more rapid. At that moment he pinched my firm 
nipple in his thumb and finger until I thought it was 
going to pop. 

Shock prolonged my reaction and as my mouth flew open 
with a gasp, he snapped at me, "Take the damn shot 
cunt, do it now, and do it without chaser." 

I fought through the pain and did as I was told, 
sputtering for a moment after as the tequila burned its 
way down my throat. He eased his grip on me and removed 
his hand, smiling as he did.

Nick sipped his beer a little longer, seemingly lost in 
thought. He let his hand fall under the table and land 
on my thigh. Nick rarely wasted time amusing himself 
with just the sight of me.

As he slid his hand farther up and to the edge of 
skirt, he hesitated, "No panties, right bitch?" 

"No sir," I replied meekly, already melting at the feel 
of his touch.

He allowed his hand to continue moving up until he 
found my clean shaven pussy. Again he paused, this time 
leaning in close to me nuzzling into my neck as if a 
lover would and using his soft spoken charm, begin to 
caress my pussy even as he warned me.

"I don't want anyone in this bar to have any idea 
what's going on under this table whore. Do you 
understand me? You are not to show any reaction to 
anything I do, unless I tell you otherwise."

"Mm-hmm," I mumbled, fighting to control my breathing 
even as he separated my pussy lips with his fingers.

"Say it fuck face," he demanded, still nuzzled into my 
neck.

"Sorry, Sir. Yes, Sir. Understood, sir," I managed to 
spit out, barely loud enough for Nick to even hear.

"Good girl," Nick praised me as he straightened up and 
rammed two fingers into my wet cunt, roughly and 
without warning. Nick rarely gives warning, he loves to 
see the shock rippling through his whore's body, and 
you can be sure if Nick's doing it, it's going to be 
rough. I've even taken a minute to wonder before if he 
fucks his wife like he fucks his bitches or he makes 
love to her soft and slow. The thought was shoved from 
my conscious mind when he rammed his solid, and slick 
from my cunt, dick into my ass that day. Without 
warning, of course. 

I managed to keep my composure pretty solid while he 
finger fucked my pussy with just two fingers to warm me 
up. On one of the back strokes he added a third finger 
and rammed me again. My breathing quickened along with 
my pulse, I bit down hard on my lower lip, but Nick 
said nothing, so I knew I was still doing okay. 

The fourth finger he added managed to elicit a soft 
moan from me, Nick raised an eyebrow when I did, a 
smile playing across his lips, but he still said 
nothing. A few more strokes in and out of me and then 
he got to me. Nick shoved fingers in as far as they 
could go and then dug in and scrapped his fingernails 
down me. I closed my eyes and winced fairly hard, he 
did it again, on the other side and a small cry escaped 
from my lips as I leaned forward onto the table for 
support. 

Nick ripped his fingers out of my pussy, clearly angry 
with me. "Big mistake you dirty cunt." He clucked his 
tongue and shook his head at me as I righted myself, 
breathing hard. 

Looking disgusted he shoved his fingers in front of my 
face, "Clean me off you dirty, fucking, whore. I'm not 
putting any shit that comes from your dirty ass-self in 
my mouth." 

Feeling hurt, even though I knew he was only doing what 
he did best, degrade me, I lapped my juices off his 
fingers, one at a time, and as sensually as I could 
manage given the throbbing in my cunt and the blow to 
my pride. But I knew better then to have pride when I 
was with Nick. That was something that in my normal 
life was not only acceptable, but expected. 

With Nick, I was a piece of meat, his property, and 
good for not much more then to get him off. And I 
enjoyed being his piece of meat. I got off on being 
worth little more then dirt to him. It was easy to 
forget, but with Nick, the only pride that mattered was 
his, anything that mattered was only applicable to him. 

And that's the way I wanted it, or I would never be in 
this grungy bar, pretending I didn't see the men 
staring at us, and wondering what he had that they 
didn't, that gave him such power over me. Because so 
help me, everything about Nick and the encounters we 
had was just more then amazing sex. It was a vicious 
need buried deep inside of me. 

Nick took his hand back from me and inspected it 
closely. "Decent job fuck-face." He snarled at me, 
wiping the left over spit onto the front of my top, 
man-handling my tits in the process.

He slammed the rest of his beer and stood up. "Come on 
cunt, I need to use the restroom" I scooted quickly out 
of the booth and scurried to catch up with Nick as he 
took long strides toward the bathrooms.

Nick pushed on the swinging door of the men's room and 
waited. "After you," he said, smiling. 

I walked in, swinging my ass a little for fun, and 
waited right inside the doorway for him. He joined me 
and opened the door to the handicap stall, the bathroom 
was empty besides the two of us. I stood still, not 
sure what to do, he had never used me in a bathroom 
before, so I stood still assuming it was to keep me 
where he could see me, keeping the other men from 
trying to pick me up. 

He took a step towards me and grabbed a hold of my left 
pig-tailed braid, yanking me roughly towards the stall. 
I nearly toppled over in the process but caught my 
balance and whimpering, made my way into the stall 
ahead of Nick. He swung the door behind us and locked 
it. 

"On your knees you no good fucking slut," Nick 
demanded. He would be no-nonsense from here on out, and 
I did as I was told and I could feel the desire for him 
blinding me to any negativity I might feel towards 
being used in this shit hole, no toilet paper, grimy, 
bathroom. I was on my knees on a floor that looked like 
it hadn't been washed in the last year, the walls 
around me covered with graffiti of tits, and phone 
numbers to call 'for a good time'. It was utterly 
disgusting and as ashamed as I knew I would feel later, 
I was loving it now, and it right now was all I cared 
about.

Nick unzipped his pants and dropped them along with his 
black silk boxers to the floor. His 9in long, 2in wide, 
rock hard cock popped out enthusiastically. He stroked 
it for a moment watching me lick my lips, knowing my 
pussy was dripping just from seeing it. He stepped 
closer to me, so close that if I puckered my lips I 
could probably have kissed his balls, it was a tempting 
thought, but I knew better then to do anything without 
permission. And then he smacked me across the face with 
his dick. Smacked it again the other way, and again and 
again. When my face was red to Nick's standards, he 
stepped back and pinched my cheeks to open my mouth. 

He shoved his lovely cock roughly into my mouth, 
grabbing the back of my head while doing so. We've had 
many encounters already, but I still haven't been able 
to get past my gag reflex, so we do it Nick's way, he 
forces me back and forth onto his cock and I had just 
better not bite down. 

"Mm, that's right, suck my fucking cock you whore. Suck 
it good, bitch. You're a good for nothing fuck face. 
Can't even suck my fucking dick without me fucking 
helping you. I don't know why I even fucking bother 
with your slutty ass. You're lucky that tight little 
cunt of yours pleases me bitch, I wouldn't even bother 
with you if you weren't so god damned obedient," Nick 
moaned, thrusting deep into my mouth quickly and 
repeatedly.

I was fighting the urge to throw up as his cock scraped 
the back of my throat, and losing, when he pulled out 
and stepped back, quickly removing a gag ball from his 
pocket as he did so. Before I could even close my mouth 
he had shoved the ball in my mouth and was reaching 
back to fasten the strap. The stealth he moved with 
never failed to amaze me.

The gag fastened securely in my mouth, preventing me 
from throwing up, or at least from it exiting my mouth, 
Nick fiddled with my halter, undoing the strap and 
letting it fall down, exposing my large tits to him. 

"Stand up you fucking cunt," he snapped at me. 

I jumped up to my feet as quickly as could, and he 
fondled my tits, bending down, sucking on them, leaving 
a large mark prominently where it could be seen if I 
wished to show any cleavage. 

"Marking you as my fucking property, whore" he muttered 
against my tit, then moving his way down to my nipples. 
Biting on my left nipple hard, using his hand to pinch 
and twist my right nipple. Switching as he went along. 
I was getting weak in the knees and my pussy was 
soaking, anticipating, begging for his cock to thrust 
into me. 

"Turn around fuck face," he growled. I squealed 
delightedly against the gag and couldn't turn around 
fast enough. He pressed up against me, his dick 
throbbing against my back, warm and hard. Nick moved us 
forward until my knees were touching the toilet, then 
put one arm around my waist and used the other to bend 
me over until my bare ass was exposed to him, he backed 
up getting in position to use me to my fullest. 

Nick groaned in anticipation as he ran his hands over 
my smooth ass, loving the vulnerability of the position 
I was in. He smacked my ass hard, once on each cheek, 
eliciting a groan of pleasure from me each time, 
rubbing away the red marks when he finished. He 
positioned the tip of his solid cock at the entrance of 
my pussy. I could feel it there and moaned with 
excitement, if I hadn't been gagged, I would be begging 
him to fuck me, hard and fast, not to stop, never stop. 
I wiggled my ass against him, hoping to coax him into 
shoving into me, but it didn't work.

He nailed my ass hard and fast, five smacks in a row, 
and all positioned perfectly in the same spot. I cried 
out against the gag as the sharp pain resonated through 
me.

"That's for earlier tonight, you fucking whore. Next 
time when I tell you not to react maybe you'll fucking 
listen to me."

 With that he shoved his cock inside of me leaning down 
and undoing the gag in the same motion. I gasped for 
air as he filled me completely. God I loved the first 
thrust from him. Still, under no means was I to speak 
until spoken to or given a free cue. 

Nick pile drove me from behind. Putting his full weight 
into every thrust, filling every ounce of me and then 
some. 

He grunted as he fucked me. "Dirty fucking slut. Take 
it. Take my god damn cock, because you know you want 
it, bitch. Don't even deserve my fucking cock. But 
you're a god damn hell of a fuck, do you know that you 
fucking whore?"

Between moans I managed to stammer out, "T-t-tha-nk y-
y-you, S-s-sir!" 

That always drove him crazy and he shoved into me 
faster yet, I was weak in the knees with pleasure, and 
doubted if I could hold up my stance much longer. 
Feeling my weight start to slip, Nick removed his hands 
from my ass and grabbed under my hips, holding me up. 

"You're nothing but a cunt. A no good deserving cunt. 
You're my fucking property, don't you ever fucking 
forget that bitch. I fucking own you. You're fucking 
lucky that I picked a whore like you to be worthy of my 
dick. Tell me the truth bitch, do you want my dick? Do 
you want me deep inside of you? Do you want me to fuck 
you until you can't fucking take it anymore? Fucking 
tell me fuck face." Nick was practically screaming now, 
I'd be surprised if the men of the bar weren't piled 
outside of the door to the bathroom listening to us and 
jacking off. 

 My breathing was labored, and between gasps of breath 
I told him what he wanted to hear, what I wanted to 
say, I told him the truth. "Yes, sir. I want you more 
then anything. I'd do anything for your cock. I'm not 
worthy. I'm your property and I'm not good for anything 
but pleasing you. I'm not fucking worthy. Fuck me, 
please, don't fucking stop."

"Yes, oh god yes, you dirty whore, I'm about to blow." 
Where he shot his cum off was always a surprise, and it 
built up my anticipation even more. Just knowing I was 
going to get him off started to give me an orgasm.

Nick had fucked me often enough to know when I was 
close to cumming. "Yes, you fucking whore, tell me, 
fucking tell me bitch. You want to get off? You fucking 
get me off first, you god damned slut. Fucking tell me. 
Don't make me fucking tell you again, just fucking tell 
me. You know what I want to fucking hear."

That was my free pass and I took full advantage of it. 
"Oh god, Nick, you're the best fuck I've ever had. I'm 
not fucking worthy of you or your cock. I live for your 
fucking cock. I want nothing more then to get you off. 
Please baby, you know you want to cum on me."

I had gone too far and I knew it the instant it came 
out of my mouth. I could feel Nick tense up behind me.

"You fucking slut!" He screamed, pulling his cock out 
of me, making me gasp, as much out of shock as out of 
fear that he would walk off right then and there. 

"I'm not your fucking baby!" he screamed at me, and 
rammed his cock full force into my asshole. Because I 
wasn't prepared for it, and even though he was lubed 
from my pussy, it hurt like hell and I let out an ear 
piercing scream for a maybe five seconds before it was 
cut off as I gasped for breath.

"I'm not your fucking baby you fucking whore!" Nick 
continued to scream, we had both become oblivious to 
the fact that we were in the bathroom of a greasy bar 
with god only knew how many men listening to us 
screaming as they drank their beer and fondled 
themselves. 

"Do you fucking hear me bitch? I'm not your fucking 
baby! I'm never going to be your fucking baby! You're 
my fucking property and you need to learn your god 
damned place in life you fucking cunt!" he continued to 
ram himself into my ass harder then he'd been on my 
pussy even. I don't know that he'd ever fucked me so 
hard before, it was brutal, merciless and I didn't know 
how much I could take. My knees were buckling beneath 
me, but he was digging in painfully with his grip on my 
hips and there was no where for me to go.

I was choking on my sobs as I cried out to him "I'm 
sorry Nick, I didn't mean it, it just slipped out. I 
know I'm your property. Please Nick, I don't know how 
much more I can take. Please, I'm sorry. I swear it'll 
never happen again Nick, I'll learn my place, I swear."

"You bet your fucking ass you'll learn your fucking 
place," he was starting to calm down but there was 
still rage in his voice. His pace slowed, pushing his 
cock farther into me, so far that felt as if his balls 
were trying to shove themselves into my pussy.

He lay into me like that for a few more strokes, 
calming down immensely, he made a point of saying with 
each thrust, "I'm... Not... Your... Fucking... Baby... 
Cunt... Learn... Your... Fucking... Place! Bitch!" He 
groaned as he said it shooting off his load into my 
ass. He lay hard into me for a moment, and I could feel 
his cocks every spasm as he unloaded into me. I was 
crying, but by now I wasn't sure if it was from 
pleasure or from pain. I think it was a mix of both. 

Nick pulled out of me and stepped back as I collapsed 
against the toilet. I could hear him pulling his pants 
up and zipping up, but he didn't say a thing to me as 
he reached down in front of me and fixed my halter top 
securely behind my neck as it should be. 

He sighed, "Get up, and sit on the toilet facing me 
cunt, I don't want to hear anymore fucking words out of 
that god damned awful mouth of yours." 

I nodded my understanding and struggling against my 
weak legs I managed to do as he asked. He cupped my 
face in his hands and kissed me just once, softly, on 
the lips. Then he took off his watch and fiddled with 
it for a moment. 

"Here," he said, handing me the watch, "I don't want 
you to even think of moving for 5 minutes. After 
exactly 5 minutes, get up, walk out of this bar, keep 
your eyes on the floor, and do not stop moving until 
you get to your car. Do not speak to anyone. Do you 
understand?"

I nodded and he walked off. I did my best to straighten 
my appearance and after 5 minutes I left at a fast 
clip, keeping my eyes down. I glanced up once and 
caught Nick's glance for no more then a second, but 
that was more then enough.

I saw him waggling his finger and shaking his head at 
me with a disappointed look. I knew I was going to pay 
for looking up, this wasn't one of our games, my 
departure was always under strict pretenses. Oh was I 
ever going to pay. And even as I felt an immense shame 
envelop me, and as I picked up my pace, desperate to 
get to my car and out of the stares of everyone who had 
just listened to our encounter, I felt a wave of 
excitement shiver down my spine as I anticipated what 
Nick could possibly have in mind for me next time, now 
that I had a major punishment coming. I felt a smile 
play across my lips and I just had to admit to myself, 
I could hardly wait!

END

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