Dosed My Drink Phonesex

I looked down at my cup, realizing that second that it wasn’t just a cherry bomb. The room was spinning… I couldn’t hold my footing. I try my damnedest to go for the bar, and wave out the guy that dosed me.

The bartender sees me and we and lock eyes and he walks faster towards me knowing something is up. The music blurs together into a single sound and I try for a stool to catch me and miss. He catches me before I hit the ground. Colours are blurring like paint as he walks out of the crowded room with me.

“That fucker got my drink.”

“It’s okay sweetie, I gotcha’.”

I can’t lift my head, but I can feel my legs being spread apart on the floor and I’m thankful for a second because the even weight helps me have more of a grip on my spinning. My skirt is probably flipped up and showing my panties… What the hell is he doing with my panties? I can feel a cool breeze on my pussy, and he’s rocking me. I’m spinning so fast, I can’t tell where he is…

That’s when I feel his cock pushing on my sweet little teen pussy, he’s pulling on my tank top, exposing my tits and he slams through inside of me. I try the most pathetic scream, and he covers my mouth with his bodyweight on his hand, and squeezes… Slamming again into my tight, fragile little pussy. I can’t even bite his hand, just drool. A tear falls down my cheek as he thrusts again, knowing that there is nothing that I can do to stop him.

 

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