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By Lolita Lane (c) 1995

It was late Oct of last year when I moved into my new apartment. My first week there was spent unpacking and laying awake in bed till all hours trying to get used to all the new noises, creaks, and such. By the middle of the next week I was feeling a little stir-crazy. I had only left the apartment to go to work and to do some shopping. It was a Wednesday night when I finally had enough. I got up a little courage and knocked on my neighbor's door.
An older lady answered and I politely asked her if she knew of any clubs or bars close by. To my surprise she told me she was just on her way to a nightclub just down the street and I could join her if I wanted. I did. My jaw hit the floor when we arrived. The old lady took me to a gay club. I looked at her in disbelief. She smiled and led me in. We sat down at a table and ordered a round of drinks. She introduced me to a number of her friends who were all very nice.
After a few more drinks she excused herself and went to dance. I looked around in amazement. It was the first time I had ever been to a gay bar. Everything looked so normal, with the obvious exceptions. I noticed a very good-looking man sitting at the table next to me, and instinctively gave him a seductive smile. Then, realizing that I just flirted with a gay guy, I laughed at myself. I went up to the bar and ordered another drink from a very good-looking female bartender.
"I have never seen you here before," said a voice behind me. I turned around and saw the guy I smiled at looking at me and smiling.
"Ah...I just moved here," I replied.
The man paid for my drink and invited me to his table. I accepted with some hesitation. "SO," he said, "You're a lesbian?"
"NO," I said in protest, then added that I did not know this was a gay bar.
He smiled and told me that he wasn't gay; he just really liked this bar. "I can come here and relax, all the guys know I'm straight so they leave me alone," he explained, "and the girls are lesbians so they do too."
"Except for me," I said shyly.
We ended up having a great evening together, drinking, talking, and dancing. At 3am the night was coming to a close and the man, who's name is Tom, offered to walk me home. When we stumbled to my apartment he laughed. It was his apartment also. Being quite drunk, and having had a really great night, I invited Tom to my place to finish off the night with "one more drink." I told him to make himself at home and went to the kitchen to fix the drinks. When I came back he was sitting on my sofa, wearing only a white undershirt. What a great body this man had. I sat next to him and as soon as I put the drinks down, it started. Tom grabbed my arms and twisted them behind my back, tying them together quite tightly. I wanted to shout out but he placed his hand over my mouth, and then with the other untied the scarf I was wearing and quickly tied that around my mouth so I couldn't scream. He took one of my dining room chairs and bent me over it, tying my feet to the back legs. Standing behind me he lifted up my short skirt and pulled my panties down around my ankles, giving my ass a firm smack.
Walking around now to face me he pulled the belt out of his pants. "Having fun?" he asked me with a smile on his face.
I had to strain my neck to look at him. Even though I was scared I could feel myself getting very turned on. I shook my head "No."
"Wrong answer!" he shouted, and whacked my ass with the belt. It hurt like hell. "Having fun?" he asked again.
I didn't move. I just stood there, my ass on fire.
"Wrong answer!" and he whacked my ass again three or four times. It stung real badly. He walked around to face me again. Standing in front of me, he undid his pants and pulled out his dick, which was very hard by now. Taking the gag off he ordered me to spit on his cock. I obeyed.
He put the gag back on. He was slowly stroking it while walking around me, looking at me from all angles. He grabbed my ass and squeezed it gently. It felt so hot. Then he slid his fingers down and played with my asshole for a while. Working his fingers even lower he pinched my pussy lips lightly and slowly pulled on them.
"Mmmm, you're so wet," he said with a certain satisfaction in his voice. He placed his cock at the entrance to my pussy and pushed it in. It was so long, and so wide. I felt my pussy stretching. I let out a groan.
He immediately stopped and walked to face me again. This time he grabbed me by the hair and forced my face up. "If I untie the gag," he asked, "will you be a good girl and not scream?"
I nodded yes.
He grabbed the belt off the floor and gave my ass a few more hard whacks. As promised I did not scream. He undid my feet as well and stood me up to face him. "What a beautiful girl you are," he exclaimed. He held me in his arms for a while. My arms were still bound. "Are you gonna be a good girl for daddy?"
"Yes," I answered.
He lowered me to my knees. Holding his cock in his hand he ran it along my face. Pressing it against my eyes, caressing my cheekbones and chin. "Suck daddy's cock," he demanded.
I opened my lips a little and felt it against my teeth. "Come on, my little girl," he urged, "open up."
I opened wider. I used my tongue and circled it around the head, lubricating it with my saliva. At this time he grabbed my head and started to fuck my face hard. I gagged on his huge cock, but he didn't stop, just kept going harder.
"What a good little cock sucker you are!" he shouted, "daddy is so proud of you." Tom fucked my face hard for a few more minutes, then he suddenly stopped. He told me to lay down flat on my stomach. I, of course, obeyed. He entered my pussy again, slowly pushing in and pulling out. His huge dick felt so good inside me. I was so wet I could feel it drip down on my thighs. "You're gonna make me cum if we keep this up," Tom groaned.
I urged him on a while longer, not wanting him to stop, but not wanting him to cum just yet. But he did stop. But not for long. "Ass up, face down my little darling," Tom instructed, "we're gonna have some real fun now."
With my hands behind my back and my face against the floor I knew what was coming, and I was a little scared. "Oh please," I begged, "not in my ass!"
Tom stood up abruptly, walked over to where his drink was and gulped it down. He picked his belt back up and started whipping me repeatedly. Very hard, and very fast. "I don't take orders from little girls," he yelled. "When I tell you to do something, you will do it...is that understood?"
"Yes," I answered softly.
"Yes what?"
"Yes daddy?"
"That's right my little girl, you are so smart," Tom said. And with that he knelt behind me, spit on my asshole, and started pushing his cock into my ass. It hurt like hell. The sting from the whipping combined with the size of his cock was almost too much for me to take. But I did.
After a few minutes I started to relax. "Doesn't this feel fucking good?" Tom asked me.
I closed my eyes and started enjoying the feeling, which was very new to me. "Oh yes daddy," I purred. "It feels wonderful."
Not two minutes later Tom was fucking my ass harder, driving his cock in deep. I knew he was close to cumming and I again urged him on. "Cum daddy," I begged him "Cum in my ass."
With one big and hard thrust he did. Tom came inside my ass. He stayed still for a minute or two, breathing hard. Then he pulled out and I felt his cum sliding down my thighs.
He undid my hands and held them in his, "You're daddy's little girl," he whispered. And with that he got up and left.
To this day I have never seen Tom again. My lady neighbor swears she never saw him before that night, and that he definitely didn't not live in our apartment building.