Scene from a Nightclub Bathroom (Futa/M, Domination, NC, rape, humiliation)

Story by Joemasterhigh

This is a work in progress and my first story on the site, so feedback is greatly appreciated!

This story is inspired by Futa/M writers like Conroy39. He has said that he is planning a similar story, but I had already started on this for the story contest! If you're reading this, please write your story soon :).

Also thanks to Blahblah, irradiatedd, and all the other fine Futa/M writers that support our rarely found smut.

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Scene from a Nightclub Bathroom

I was paying more attention to my beer than anything else. My two friends had gone off dancing with their girls. I had my fair pick of the litter, being quite good looking, but most of the club-girls were below my standards.

“Hey!” said an average looking brunette girl, who snuck onto the seat next to mine. She was dressed up in a dress far too sexy for her figure. I could barely hear her voice over the bass of the music.

“Look honey, I’m not all that interested“

“Want to dance?!” she yelled over the music, oblivious to anything I was saying.

I rolled my eyes at her and shook my head no. She grabbed my shirtsleeve with both hands and gave it a tug, obviously not understanding her rejection. Finally, I physically pushed her away. The smile dripped from her face and she quickly walked away embarassed.

“Heh, stupid broads.” I muttered to myself, unable to hear myself from the loud music blasting my ears.

After a couple rounds and a couple rejections later, I was feeling pretty tipsy. My friends still weren’t back from the dance floor, if they were even still there. What a shitty night. I finished my drink and that’s when I saw her: A magnificent, tall blonde winking at me from the end of the bar.

Shit, I wasn’t going to let prey like this escape me. I strutted over to her and casually leaned onto the bar top next to her. My eyes crept all over her body. She was wearing a skintight black dress that showed way too much cleavage, and stopped barely below her ass. Gold chains dangled right in front of her tits. On her feet, she wore red fuck-me pumps. Her thick red lips formed a wicked grin. I couldn’t wait to have her lipstick painted on my cock.

She leaned forward very closely to whisper in my ear. God she smelled fantastic, a mixture of sweet fragrances. I could feel the heat of her body resonating as she leaned to me.

“Let’s skip the foreplay,” she said, and gently nibbled on my ear. Fuck, I almost came in my pants right there.

Suddenly, she got up and grabbed my sleeve. At first I was a bit apprehensive, even a guy like me doesn’t get cock-hungry goddesses in nightclubs that often. She noticed me hesitating, reached over and grabbed the now throbbing bulge in my pants, and physically dragged me towards the bathrooms.

People pointed and grinned. Some of the women had a look of disgust. Most of the men stared with amusement-veiled jealousy. My cheeks burned red, but fuck it, I was the one about to dump my cum into this tall leggy whore.

She practically threw me into the bathroom, pushing me past the patrons and into the largest stall available. This got me a bunch of hoots and hollers as she locked the flimsy door with a ‘click.’

“Mmm, now no one can interrupt us.” She smiled that wicked smile again.

Standing face to face with her, I realized I was looking upwards. She stood over 6’4 in heels, towering over my 5’11 frame. Her smooth, perfect skin was glittering..

“Well, you just going to stand there bitch?” she asked me.

Wait, what? Bitch? So that’s how it’s going to be.

“No, I’m going to fuck your little brain out, whore.” I ran my hands up and down her legs, surprised at how tight and strong they were. Right before I got to her pussy, she pushed my hands out of the way and slapped me across the face, hard.

I slammed against the toilet, struggling to catch my breath.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?! You crazy bi-“

Another slap against my face, the left cheek this time, sent me scrambling to the floor. She grabbed my hair and somehow lifted me up to my knees. My face was beet-red now. I couldn’t think of any words as I stared up at this tall, blonde goddess. She had taken the fight out of me.

“Young man, young man. I’m going to have to teach you some manners,” she said in an almost soothing, motherly voice. “We can’t have you treating women like objects, can we? Now be good and this will be a nice lesson for you. Be bad, and you shall be punished. Understand?”

She squeezed my hair tight, pulling my head back. Her free hand struck my cheek with an open slap. I would have fallen over, but she made sure I stayed on my knees.

As I gasped for breath, she pinched my nose closed, making me gulp air through my mouth. A long, thick drip of her saliva landed on my tongue. I grimaced a

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