Bar Adventure

My night had been going great. I'd successfully landed a job as the general manager of the nearby Shoprite. At 32, I was on of the younger managers. I'd decided to celebrate by going out to the bar. I figured I'd have a few beers, getting buzzed, and maybe bring home a girl. Most of my friends are married now, but I'm still wild and free.

After I arrived, I soon had my eyes set on the bartender. She was quite a sight! I'd had some hot conquests before, but she topped them all. She was about 5' 10", with beautiful blond hair tied back in a ponytail, with beautiful piercing blue eyes. Her face was also perfect, and her body was perfectly proportioned as well. She had C cup tits, and a great looking ass. She was wearing a tight fitting shirt that showed the top of her black lacy bra. She had a pair of short shorts that showed off her killer legs. She looked to be about 25, 7 years younger than me. But I made up my mind to go for her.

I quickly took a seat at the bar. She walked up to me.

"Hi, I'm Jen," she said.

"Hi. I'm Mike." I responded.

Jen put her hand on my arm, for just a couple of seconds, just long enought to not so subtly let me know she was interested. I had never met a girl that made the first move. Jen was quite the woman.

"So, what will you have," Jen asked, interrupting my thought.

"Oh, I'll have a Coors," I said.

"Sure thing," Jen said, walking away in a way to show off her gorgeous ass.

I was rock hard by now.

Jen returned with my drink. She traced a finger around my chest, admiring my pecs.

"So handsome. I might just have to take you home," Jen taunted.

She had beaten me to asking! She was very outgoing. Jen continued to aggressively flirt with me throughout the night. On the fifth beer, she winked and said, "on the house."

By then, we were the only to people in the bar, as it was almost closing time. Jen began to close up the bar. Just then, I started feeling dizzy, and passed out. The last thing I remember seeing was Jen standing over me.

Some time later I woke. I tried to move only to find myself tied down. There were cuffs on my wrists and rope on my ankles. Jen must have drugged me! Shit!

Just then she walked in. She was completely naked. Her hair was down to shoulders without the ponytail. My cock stirred at this.

"Jen," I shouted, "let me up now!"

"Is that a polite way to ask?" Jen smirked.

"Please," I asked.

"No." Jen replied.

"You have no idea what I'm going to-" I started.

Jen put a hand over my mouth before I could finish.

"Shh," Jen cooed. "I'm going to have fun. But since you can't even greet me civilly, I'm going to have to gag you."

Jen squeezed my balls. I began to hiss in pain as she kept squeezing. Soon I was tearing up.

"If you cried at that, you'll scream over what I have in store for later," Jen finished.

Jen went to a dresser and pulled our a big red ball gag. She held it over my mouth.

"Open wide," Jen ordered.

I kept my mouth closed.

"I grow tired of your resisting," Jen said sternly.

Jen forced my mouth open and jammed the ball in. Jen fastened the gag in place before I could react.

"Now, let's have some fun." Jen said.

She slowly pushed her finger up my ass. I groaned my discomfort into the gag. Jen ignored it and pushed in deeper. It felt weird, a totally different sensation. I hated it, but my dick was getting harder and harder.

"Someone's enjoying this," Jen laughed.

She began putting her finger in and out of my ass. I began moaning. Jen kept finger fucking me as she started to talk.

"You are probably wondering why I'm doing this." Jen said. "You men are such assholes. Men that think they can just manhandle women are all too common. Plenty of assholes like that hit on me all the time. But I easily took control and manhandled then." Jen continued. "All of my friends were treated like shit and didn't think to counter it. Now, I am the cock in any relationship," Jen finished.

By now, Jen was fucking me with two fingers. She then shoved her whole hand up my ass. Shit it hurt! I screamed into the gag.

"This is how it felt for any woman you've ever done anally," Jen said. "Bet you'll never do that again."

Jen began rapidly fisting my ass. Sheer pain soon gave way to waves of pleasure.

"You like this don't you slur?" Jen asked.

I nodded.

Jen hopped on top of me and undid my gag. She thrust her tit near my mouth.

"Suck on it," Jen commanded.

I eagerly did so.

"That's it," she cooed. "You're ready for the strap on." Jen stated. Jen walked to her dresser and pulled out a ten inch strap on. I watched as she lubed it up.

"Ready?" Jen asked.

I nodded,

She thrust in. Jen began fucking me hard. She smacked my thighs as she did so. I shook from pleasure, unable to control my movement.

"Good boy," Jen said as she started really fucking me.

"Fuck me hard!" I begged.

"Such a slut," Jen grinned. Jen grabbed my hips for leverage as she fucked me hard. This continued until I came a few thrusts later.

Jen ran her fingers through my cum and made suck her fingers.

"Good boy, get it all," Jen ordered.

After I did so, Jen gave me a glass of water.

"Drink it," she ordered.

I was thirsty and quickly gulped it down. Minutes later, I was dizzy and realized I'd been drugged again!

This time I awoke fully clothed by my car in the bar parking lot, with all of my personal items, including my wallet and cell phone were back. I couldn't believe what had happened last night. I saw a note on my car door. It read: meet me at the bar at midnight on Tuesday. You will regret it if you don't show. Yours truly, Jen.

I drove home and wondered about Jen and this relationship that I loved despite everything done to me. I pondered this as I went to sleep at home.