I had been whiling away time with short sips from the cocktails while thinking of a better approach to telling the bartender that I had no money; people were going away, and the bar had just about 3-4 people remaining, including me.
"How often do people get robbed here?" I asked, trying to strike up a conversation with the lady, hoping she would become my friend, and let me go.
"Hmm. You have been robbed" she said, cleaning the bar top. I was going to say no but it was useless, she would know the truth since she was an indigene.
But before I could even answer her, she had taken the lead.
"You sure you got money to pay for your drinks hun?"
"And if I don't? Can't I maybe clean the bar for a few days or something?"
She looked at me with a mocking face, but didn't say anything. And just then, the hot gentleman came around.
Hw drew a chair near me and sat on it. Facing me.
"Hey" he said, trying to touch him. I slowly removed his hands and placed it on the bar top. I was done with that shit; I thought. It wasn't even on my mind though. I had a bigger problem to face.
"Just so you know. I just got robbed, I have no money on me" I said to him, taking another sip from the frozen strawberry daiquiri.
"I'm not looking for money, I have more money than you do, than many people here, I'm rich" he said, with pride, under the influence of alcohol… the guy was obviously wasted, he was far gone.
"Obviously" I remarked.
He brought out a credit card from his wallet and handed it over to the bartender who slotted it into the POS.
"And hers too" he added.
"Thank you" I said, drinking a mouthful from the cocktails, since I started drinking it.
"Not yet…" the bartender handed over the credit card to him, and he put it inside his wallet, bringing out a car key.
"All I need now is a little bit of fun…" he said with a smirk, raising up his car key. "My car is parked at the parking lot, you get to spend the night at my place also."
I knew too well what he wanted, and I was in for it all, as it was, I was willing to do anything to survive. At least, it was a good bargain. I get to spend the night in a nice house, a good bed, one which I certainly haven't slept on before in my life.
I poured the remaining cocktails into my mouth and smiled at the bartender.
"Not all the time does one get laid by a hot rich guy" she whispered.
And he took me by hand, as if I was his bride.
****
We reached to his home, which was exquisitely fine, he was really rich, but it sure didn't seem like he was the only one who occupied the home, I didn't care anyways, I had come to have fun, just like he was, and I was going to enjoy every goodies of the house, and every moment with him.
He removed his trousers and shirt, and I loosed my hair which fell over my shoulders, and was left with only a light and transparent bra and pant.
My hips were mildly curved out and my breasts jut against the light bra.
I couldn't take my eyes off him, I couldn't resist the feeling of getting into his arms, and immediately have him working on my body.
He occupied the gap between us, and kissed me. He tasted of the strawberry cocktail, even sweeter. He held me tight while our kissing continued, his hands gradually roaming all over me, feeling my softness, and exploring my warmth.
I slowly backed off, catching my breath.
"I need to shower first" I said, heading towards the bathroom; I could afford to miss a good opportunity to have a good and nice bath.
"Hey, can I join you?" He asked, standing in the door, naked. I was taken aback by his appetizing figure— he was tall, strong, a bit muscular, his abs were defined, and his chest nicely pumped out, and with his veins, he was damn irresistible… he was, at most, 30 years old.
He took a shower gel from the counter, and took the sponge to my body with one hand, while the other hand ran all over my body.
I reached for his crotch, scrubbed and held it, while he held my bum, biting slowly on my ears and kissing down to the neck. While his breathing increased warmly around my neck, accompanied by the warm shower.
I took the sponge from his hand and held her squeezed in his arms, and had my hard and succulent nipples fluffing against his bare chest, he scrubbed my body, while praising my ass and thighs.
"Finish up" he whispered into my ears, walking away from me.
He brought out a dildo from a plastic basket that hung on the wall. He closed the water closet's cover and made me sat on it, spreading my legs wide apart to reveal my savory pussy, he used the dildo and his fingers to keep aside the lush and tantalizing labia, and he directed the dildo into me, and out with a slow and steady moan, while his hand worked on my breasts, and my eyes were closed by the ecstasy.
He started stroking his dick and and slid it into my mouth, just a little— it was my first oral experience.
After a few minutes he withdrew his hard-rock and big wet dick, and raised me up away from the closet.
He made me lean on the wall and bent over, offering him my whole self… I'm sure he contemplated on which hole to take first.
His dick was wet and lubed already, so he thrusted into my butthole, and I winced… I wasn't expecting it, my eyes widened as his dick was swiftly encapsulated inside me, he moved my ass a bit, to let him in, even more further.
He thrusted in and out, and watched my ass make appealing movements, he tried to go deeper into me, enjoying every single gasp and tender cries from me with each thrust.
He held my hands against the wall, having more power against me, and pushed himself more toward me, he kept on thrusting harder, not seeming to cum anytime, even until my butthole was reddened and begging him to stop, but his ever hard-on dick, wouldn't stop.
Ten minutes in, I started feeling like I was going to explode and give up the ghost, I had been screaming and moaning, he was fucking my heart out!
He pulled out, holding back orgasm, with his dick covered in internal juice, he was pleased at the state he had left my butthole.
I was weakened and feeble by the thrusting and near orgasm, so he carried me to the bedroom, taking his time, using his tongue to suck me, everything. He ate my labia, and licked my clit, and worked around my butthole, holding my non-stop shaking thighs tightly.
"Ugh don't stop, daddy, don't stop, ugh ugh ugh" I kept moaning.
And for another ten to fifteen minutes he laid on me, thrusting his dick inside me, while wrapping my legs around his back, until I reached orgasm, begging him to stop.
****
I opened my eyes to a very worried and disturbed hot gentleman. He had been trying to wake me up.
"Hey morning…" I greeted, as I sat right on the bed, looking over the window as sunlight ushered in.
"Put on your clothes" he said, throwing my clothes to me. "You have to leave"
I was confused. "What why? Wait, I still don't have anywhere else to go, I thought—"
"Sought your shit out, please I just got married, and this is our matrimonial bed" he looked like he had done the worst thing in his life.
I looked around the bed, and around the room. It really was a matrimonial bed. Well, I did fuck you, and it can't be unfucked. I thought.
But still, I wasn't ready to leave. I put on my short and my canvas.
"Can't you help me with a room or something?" I pleaded.
He pushed me out up to the front door and opened the door and muttered "go away!" Through clenched teeth.
He pushed me out of the house, and threw my bag and shirt at me. It was another day to try to survive. But I was already tired, and overwhelmed.