A Bar Fight and One Hot Night

Mr. Tall Dark and Brooding got thrown out with the rest of us. nursing a bruised ego that matched a colorful spot now blooming on his jaw. i don't like fighting as much as the next person, but ill be damned if ill let my friends be put down because they're kinky or into other things or gay even. his smart little homophobic comment got him a little more than he bargained for, making the mistake that a man in a pink shirt wouldn't defend himself. things got rough and in an effort to break it up i thought a beer bottle to the head would work just as well as anything else...

so one bud light soaked black stetson, two shots of whiskey, and a torn red dress later, here i am leaning against the side of the honkey tonk listening to the wail of a steel guitar and thunder clapping in the distance. its not far to walk home, something i should be thankful for in the small town, and my shit kickers will be no worse for the wear. kicking up dirt with the toe of my boot i hear the crunch of gravel. looking up who do i find but Mr. Tall Dark and Brooding in all his cowboy glory. Normally I'm not into closed minded rednecks, maybe it was the adrenaline, the fight, or the Whiskey after shot that went to my head, more likely a combination of both.

so i ask him. "there something i can help you with cowboy?" the darkness covers him like a well tailored suit, masking what i know to be sinful features that the devil himself must have created in hopes of bringing woman to a second fall from glory. "Or would you rather i find you another beer?" i smirk.

"You know, i think apologies would be much prettier coming from those lips than sarcasm darlin'" He steps towards me pausing momentarily looking around the empty lot.

"cryin' shame then. you certainly don't deserve an apology. you should be apologizing to me as a matter of fact on account of what you said to my friend." i cross my arms resisting the urge to act like a child and stomp my foot.

"i don't think so darlin', your friend had no business being in there." he spits. a habit i find familiar and revolting in Southern men.

"its a free country."

"Yes, but it don't change the fact you owe me an apology for breaking that bottle over my head and ruinin' my hat." His hand darts forward quickly grasping my throat like a snake having caught its prey. He grins at my startled gasp his white teeth flashing in the darkness. his other hand comes up encasing my shoulder forcing me to my knees.

the gravel scrapes my knees and shins and should i get enough oxygen I'm going to scream and bring all of hell down on him. He unzips his pants pulling out his cock. long and thick, cut the mushroomed head a darkened red color. i know whats coming...and if I'm honest i want it...but ill be damned if ill give the smug fucker the satisfaction of knowing. i start fighting. scratching trying to punch and elbow him all the while his grip on my throat tightens. he grabs a fistful of my hair leading my head to his cock shoving it in my mouth forcefully. i begin biting down and am rewarded with a very firm slap to the face, hard enough to rattle my teeth.

"Don't bite again, i can do much worse." he begins pumping in my mouth harder and harder gagging and choking me. shoving the full length of his cock into my throat bringing tears to my eyes. "Yeah." i hear him mutter. "you ready to apologize yet?" not on his life...His hips are pumping hard and fast abusing my throat he gives me only a moment to catch my breath before continuing. finally he shoves so hard seating himself in my throat my nose is buried in his pubic hair. i begin gagging, unable to stop myself i puke.

"Awww...poor thing. too rough on ya darlin'?" He doesn't give me a chance to answer before plunging back in. "Lets see what we can work out of your system...lunch maybe?" He chuckles his eyes glowing eerily like a predators as he shoves his way down my throat causing me to puke again. pulling his cock from my mouth he strokes himself and proceeds to smack my face with his dick.

"Stand up." he roughly grabs my elbow turning me to face the wall of the honkey tonk. lifting the hem of my torn dress he palms my ass cheeks testing their firmness massaging them almost reverently. before my mind can register the clinking sounds he's already landed the first blow with his belt. the pain doesn't even register for a moment but then the second and third blow land hard across my ass and i bite my lip to keep from crying out. I've not ever been beaten with a belt before. floggers, paddles, spatulas, you name it but never with the belt. he's whipping me over and over really laying into me. and you know what? i like it. and so it continues until my knees are weak and drops of sweat are slowly making their way down my neck. only then does he stand behind my pressing the tip of his cock to my ass. his cool flesh against my backside sets me ablaze again.

he whispers into my ear. "say you're sorry."

"No." he grabs my hips pulling me towards him tearing my thong. he presses two long digits into my cunt testing my wetness. i know he will find me soaked. he removes his fingers fumbling a minute. i can make out the sound of a package opening and then He's inside me, encased in latex and moving roughly. he grabs a hand full of my hair turning my head to the side spitting in my face. i lick my lips tasting his saliva. he groans pumping faster.

"say you're sorry." he demands. i shake my head refusing to be broken. "you don't got a lick of sense do you darlin'?" he smacks my ass and its like ten thousand electric volts have been put through my body the pain is intense. he begins fingering my tight back hole. shoving one finger then two at my whimpered protest. "Say you're sorry and it ends." i bite my lip hard enough to draw blood and he pulls from my sopping pussy replacing the fingers in my ass with his cock. shoving past the tight ring of muscle delighting in my yelp of pain. "thats it." he says grabbing my hips forcing me onto him.

harder and harder he slams into me pounding my ass mercilessly. i finally begin shedding tears and whisper the two words he's so hungry to hear. "I'm sorry..."

he pauses a second before thrusting back into my ass two, three, four, five more times pulling out with a groan i hear the wet slap of the latex being pulled off before the warm jets of spunk begin covering my ass, dripping down my crack joining my own juices coating my inner thighs. I'm gasping as i pull my dress back into place the sticky mess saturating the cotton.

when i look at him he's adjusting himself he tips his hat and says, "you're forgiven." and walks away.

so here i am taking the walk of shame at half past three in the morning on the dirt road to my house. cum covered and sweaty knowing this night and the bruises ill have tomorrow will be a firm reminder of a lesson well taught and a lesson well learned.

don't ever say I'm sorry...at least not right away.