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Body Chemistry

Body Chemistry

It begins with me going out - I've had a bad week at work, it's a Friday night, and I decide that I'm going to get a drink, even though I have no one to go with.

I never do this - go drinking alone - but fuck it, I deserve this, this one time.  I go home first, to get changed - I'm making myself feel better, and almost always part of that for me is making myself feel pretty, so I go the whole 9 yards - makeup, hair, strappy heels, stockings, and a black dress that only fits most of the time.

I go out of my apartment block and just down the street to one of the many bars in my neighborhood.  I live in Cork City and the bars in my part of town are old Irish bars mostly, not fancy clubs or anything, but they have a great buzz and sometimes live music.  A girl in a tight black dress and stockings is not a usual sight here, so I get stares from the minute i walk in the door, which is the whole point, and is already making me feel better.

I've been here before, but never this dressed up, and always with friends. There's a few faces i recognise, but no one I really know by name or anything.  I sit down, and before I can even order my first drink, this guy has asked if he can buy me one.  He's cute - not my usualy type, but cute enough that I'm not going to shrug him off.

He's a eclectic type, U2 t-shirt and a goatee beard. I can see that he's muscley under his clothes, and he has this fantastic smile, the kind that it's impossible not to smile back at. So I tell him sure, and let him order me a drink. For the next half hour, nothing special happens - we talk, usual bar chat, where we work, silly jokes, the escapades of the local GAA team, comments about the music - nothing memorable, but it's doing exactly what i wanted it to, and i'm already feeling much, much better.

I've already decided that I'm not going home with him tonight, but he's going to get my number for sure. I excuse myself to go to the bathroom, and when I come back he's got another drink waiting for me. I thank him, and take a sip, and another. By the time the glass is half empty the room's spinning, which is odd, because i wasn't feeling drunk a moment ago, and then i try to stand up and instead I sink to the floor, and then i black out.

When i come back to, I'm somewhere dark and colder, still dressed, but my hands are tied behind my back. i'm feeling very strange, sort of dizzy and hyper alert at the same time, and after looking around for a minute, I figure i'm in the bar basement. I turn my head, and there's the guy from the bar, the one i was chatting with, crouching next to me. He just smiles and asks how I'm feeling and all of a sudden I can't breath, and my hearts racing, and I'm squirming without meaning to.

He leans in and kisses me and I can't help kissing him back, deep and hungry, my whole body leaning into him, off balance with my hands tied. He pushes me gently back and tells me he isn't going to hurt me, but he slipped something in my drink - something to knock me out, and a whole lot more stuff, a whole drug cocktail designed to kick my hormones into high gear.

I'm furious, of course, struggling against the cloth tying my hands behind me, and I spit at him and tell him he's a fucking lunatic, but all the while my eyes can't quite tear away from him and my crotch is achingly empty.

Him, he doesn't get mad or anything, just grins and wipes the spit off his cheek, then slips his hands up my skirt, palms against the outside of my thighs and just that touch makes my breath catch, makes me moan against my will.

I'm so distracted by the way my skin heats and tingles under his touch that i don't notice he's pulling my panties down until i'm slipping my feet out from them, helping him without meaning to. I'm grinding my teeth together, trying to keep my breathing normal, keeping my legs pressed tight and telling him I'm going to get him for this, I'm going to get him arrested by the guards, I'm personally going to make sure he gets raped in the Midland's prison, but he just very calmly, pushes my knees apart, and even though i think i'm trying to resist, my legs open for him easier than for any boyfriend I've ever had, and before i know it his hand is up between my thighs, cupping my sex, rubbing gently. I'm grinding myself against his palm like a cat in heat rubbing against your legs, my back arching, tied hands flat on the floor behind me.

My thighs are pressing together again, this time not to keep his hand away but to trap his wrist there, and i know that I'm soaking wet and i hate it, but i really, really need him not to stop, I really, really need his finger in me, and he leans close and he whispers to me "You're going to cum for me now, aren't you?" And the warmth of his breath in my ear, the way his voice is so sure and calm and deep, I can't help myself and I do, not seeing anything at all for a few minutes, just gasping happily.

When I come to again, he manages to worm his hand out from between my thighs, and even though I just came I whimper at the loss of his fingers there, the brush of his wet fingertips against my thighs making me cry out softly. I open my eyes again, short of breath still, and he's standing, unzipping his trousers. His cock is stiff and throbbing when he takes it out and I moan without meaning to, leaning towards it, my eyes fixed, my belly tightening just at the sight, wanting.

He smirks and says "Still want to get me arrested?" but I don't even think to answer, I'm actually drooling a little as i stare at him, and he takes one step forward and cups the back of my head in his hand and my lips open oh so easily. He pushes into my mouth and I've never wanted anything more, I'm moaning as he rocks slowly, stroking himself between my lips, my tongue rubbing against him, wanting to taste every bit.

My eyes are open, but all I can see is his belly, and his cock as it slides back out of my mouth. I'm sucking on him as hard as I can, letting out little muffled noises each time he rocks forward, my tongue circling around the head of his cock. I know that my knees have bent, I know my legs are spread wide, but I wasn't aware of moving. My body is undulating, breasts lifting and falling with heavier and heavier breaths as I suck on him. He's grunting now with every push into my mouth, I think he's going to cum in my mouth. I'm ready for it, I want it, I want to taste him on my tongue and sliding down my throat, but instead, to my surprise, he pulls roughly back, leaving me gasping, drooling a little, looking up in surprise.

My dress is still on and now he leans down, puts his hands on my waist and pulls up, lifting me on to my knees. He shrugs out of his shirt and lays it down in front of me, stroking my cheek as he leans me forward, my hands still tied. I turn my head to the side so my face won't be against the ground, my shoulders on his shirt, my breasts hanging inside my dress, laying against the cloth of his shirt, my ass in the air, and he pushes my skirt up over my hips saying "You've been wanting this all night, haven't you?" I can't see him, but i know he's there, behind me, I can feel his cock throbbing, and he slides one hand between my legs, stroking my wet pussy, then slides it up, along the crack of my ass.

He lifts his hand and slaps my ass, making me gasp out, speaking again. "You've wanted my dick in you since the minute you saw me, haven't you?" I'm face down on my knees, my ass in the air, every muscle in my body tense and tingling with how much I need him in me, so I just say the first thing I think of, anything to make him hurry, I just say "Yes.... yes, that's right." And I guess that's the right thing to say, because I feel his hands grab my hips roughtly, holding tight, pulling me back as he lines himself up and slams into me.

There's nothing gentle about it, no way is he making love to me. He's fucking me, slamming into me harder and faster every second, not saying anything, just pounding me full of his hard cock, and I'm squealing against his shirt as he takes me. I have no idea how long it takes, all I know is that I've already cum twice by the time he pulls out of me and cums on my ass. I can't see it, but i can feel the spurts of hot cum landing on me skin, one after another.

When he's finally done he unties me and I slowly sit up. Rubbing my wrists, I turn to look at him - his penis wet from being inside me, his bare chest. I shudder and my cunt is aching again, I can barely wait for him to recover so I can get him back in me. He laughs at the expression on my face, and I ask him shakily "When will this wear off?" He leans over and kisses me and says "there's nothing to wear off. I lied about the other drugs, all I did was knock you out"

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