I Was Given The Date Rape Drug And Used For Sex

When I was in my early 20's, I worked in a bar. All us girls dressed very provocatively and sat with the male customers and socialised with them. They would buy us drinks and we made money off of how many drinks we had that night.

One night I was sitting with this guy in a business suit about 45, nice looking and seemed very nice. It was real late, almost closing time and we had been drinking for almost 2 hours. I was feeling my drinks, that's for sure.
I went to the bathroom and they called for last call. When I came back he ask me if I wanted another drink. I said, no thank you, I'll finish this one. So, I did.

He said he'd walk me to my car so, I let him. I felt like I wasn't gonna be able to drive so, I told him I was gonna go back in the bar for a few minutes. But, I was feeling more drunk instead of sobering up. The next thing I remember was, I was naked and getting fucked. My pussy was getting pounded.

I had no clue how I had got where ever I was or who was fucking the shit out of me. He was naked too and he was squeezing and sucking my titties, ramming his big dick in my pussy as hard as he could. His thrusts made me grunt each time. He was grunting too with each thrusts. Then, I don't remember anything until I'm on my belly with a bunch of pillows under my hips making my ass stick up in the air.

Somebody is fucking my ass with the same gusto as my pussy had received. My head was so fuzzy and kinda of an out of body experience. I knew it was happening but, I didn't feel a lot. I felt no pain really. What had happened to me. This was before the date rape drug was so well known. But, I believe he had given me that or something like it. I'm not sure if I remembered this right or not. But, I thought I saw him with a needle in his hand coming toward me at some point.

I woke up the next morning in my car behind the bar. I was leaning over on the arm rest, asleep. At first I thought I had dreamed what I remembered. I shrugged it off until I raised up and moved around. My pussy an ass were so sore. I ached low down in my pelvic area, right above my hairline. It felt like my ass was wide open. I then started remembering what I ended up remembering about the night.

How does someone deal with what happened to me. I didn't know who this guy was or where he was. Or how to get a hold of him. Evidently, he drugged, raped and sodomized me. I guess I was just gonna have to live with it. I didn't tell anybody what happened but, I did ask if anybody knew who he was who saw me sitting with him. They didn't know him either.

Months went by an I was at work one night close to closing time when guess who walked in? It was him. I had a red wig on that night an he didn't recognize me. I was shocked. I had just sat down when he walked in and sat down beside me. We talked an I spoke with a real southern accent. He said he found my accent charming. He was the same good looking nice guy in a suit as before. I noticed he kept looking around. He was probably looking for me in my normal blonde hair.

He bought me a drink. I said, "I'm Priscilla Cage." He said his name was Patrick Marker, an he was a lawyer downtown. I was surprised he was so forthcoming. He hadn't been before. I ask him for his card, just in case I ever needed an attorney. When he gave me his card. I thought, Gotcha! But, as we sat and talked, he seemed so nice. I got mixed feelings running around in my head.

He said, "Priscilla, I would love to take you to dinner sometime." "Would you consider having dinner with me?" How polite and proper he was. Then, I can't believe I said, "I'd love to Patrick." What the hell was I thinking?
For some reason I was intrigued with this man. I wanted to find out more about him before I confronted him.
He said he was divorced and had no kids.

So, about a week later he called me and made a date for dinner. He took me to a very expensive restaurant. The food was wonderful. He wined and dined me. A perfect gentleman. We had a very good time. When he took me home he gently kissed me at the door and said, "I wanna see you again Priscilla." I said, "Me too."
He kissed me again and squeezed me tight.

Two days later he picked me up. We went to a play. I'd never been to one an I loved it. I liked him. He ask me if I'd go back to his place. I said, yes. I wanted to see if I remembered seeing it. I wasn't sure just looking at the living room. He made us drinks an I watched him intently. He put on music an ask me to dance. We did. He held me so close I could feel his dick was hard.

He never said a word but just, started unzipping my dress. I let him. He slid it off my shoulders as he looked directly into my eyes. It fell to the floor. He unhooked my bra and cupped my titties as he took it off. He said, "Priscilla, you're so beautiful and so sexy." "You make my dick harder than it's been in a long time." "Thank you, Patrick." He sucked on my titties. He slid his hands inside my panties and pushed them down. He put his hands on my lower abs and slid them around. He said, "Your so fit and tight feeling."

He stood in front of me an undressed. He wore silk boxers. And when he pulled them off, I was shocked to see his big thick hard on. No wonder I was so sore. He picked me up with my legs around his waist, arms around his neck. He put his dick at my opening and jabbed into my pussy. He held my butt and pulled me tight to him. Then he forced his dick in me. It was tight going in because he was so thick.

As he entered me his dick ran over my clit. I was gonna cum very soon. He was fucking me hard and rough. He was grunting just like I remembered. With each thrust he pounded my pussy. I felt this was very familiar from what I remembered. The pounding, the grunting and forcefulness of each thrust. I loved it, don't get me wrong, it felt great. He laid me down on the bed, which was very high. He looked right into my eyes and a glaze came over him as he grabbed my hips and fucked me so hard. Again with the grunting with each hard thrust.

It was like he was trying to hurt me inside. It was a little painful but he made me cum on his dick so, I didn't care. He kinda growled as he grunted. I'd never heard anyone fuck like that. He said, "Fuck your pussy is so tight, I could fuck you all night." "I might just do that." "Can you stay over so we can fuck all night Priscilla?" I said, "Maybe." Then he rammed so hard in me when he cum.

He kept his dick in me an ask me if I ever took it in the ass. I said, I have but, not regularly. I thought he was wanting to fuck my ass. He pulled me on top of his and started sliding his dick in my cum filled pussy making it hard again. He squeezed my butt cheeks and lifted me up and down on his dick. He was rubbing my clit when he did that and he made me cum again.

Patrick was an amazing lover with a lot of stamina. He was much larger than I was. About 6'4" an I was only 5'1". I felt like a doll in his hands. He could pick me up and sit me anywhere. Then he sat me straddling his hips and pulled me down on his dick. He laid there looking at me as he thrust into my pussy and jerked my hips down hard on his dick. Again he grunted hard when he did it.

"Does my dick feel good in your little pussy, Priscilla?" "Yes, it does, Patrick." "Do you like my dick?" "Yes."
"My dick loves how your pussy hugs it." Then, he reached down and rammed two fingers in my ass. I gasped when he did that. "Ooh, your ass is very tight too." "I'd love to fuck your ass Priscilla." "I could make you cum hard if you let me." I just smiled at him.

Then he said, "Oh, I'm cumming, ah, I'm cumming in your tight pussy." He shot his load in me and pulled me down tight against his groin as he finished cumming. He lifted me off of him and we laid there. "I love fucking you Priscilla, that felt so good." "Yes, it did, I loved it too."

We both drifted off to sleep an I was stirred awake with him pouring oil down my crack. He slid his dick into my butt cheeks. He rolled me over on my stomach and got on top of me and started putting it in my ass. I kinda said, "Patrick, I don't know if.... He just kept going and force his dick in my ass. I grunted because, it hurt but, he wasn't stopping. "Patrick, I don't.. He just kept going forcing it deeper in me. Oh my gosh he was thick.

It was hurting so I said, "Patrick, it hurts go slower please." He forced it deeper and kept fucking me. Then he started with the hard thrusts and grunting with each thrust. It was like he was in a zone and couldn't stop. He reached down and crammed his fingers into my pussy and started fucking my pussy with at least 4 of his fingers. He was rough but, he made me cum all over his hand.

I hated to admit it but, he made me cum over and over, hand fucking me like that. After a couple climaxes I didn't mind him fucking my ass. He fucked me a long time then he cum in me. He pulled out and laid down with a big sigh. "Fuck, that was great baby." He spooned up against me and held me tight. We slept like that.

In the morning, he woke me up slipping his dick in my pussy from behind. He fucked me a long time then he cum. Patrick loved to fuck a lot. I told him I had to get home. He showered an I didn't because of my wig so he took me home. I noticed he looked at my car real funny when I got out of his. I think he recognized it. I lived in an apartment complex so, he didn't know if it was mine exactly but, he definitely noticed.

I went in and showered. What was I gonna do. Do I confront him, report him or what? I just didn't know. Plus, he still thinks I've got this southern accent an that I'm a red head. He called me later that day an ask me to meet him at the bar. So, I did.

He got us some drinks and then said, "You know don't you Priscilla?" "Know what?" "That I used the date rape drug on the girl in here that night." "Yes, Patrick I know." I thought to myself he still don't know it was me. I've got to tell him. So, I said, "Patrick, it was me." I said it in my regular voice and he looked at me, shocked. "What?" "It was me that you drugged and raped." "This is a wig an I just spoke with the southern accent because, you didn't recognize me that first night."

He hung his head and said, "I'm sorry." "I was so horny and hadn't had any pussy in awhile so, I did that." "I'm ashamed I did." "Is your name really Priscilla?" "Yes." "Are you gonna report me?" "No." Well, I should probably go." "You don't have to go Patrick, I mean we've gone way past being embarrassed, don't cha think." "Yeah, I guess you're right."

We sat, drank and talked. He said he was sure gonna miss that southern accent. I told him I could be that southern girl anytime he wanted. We still see one another, fuck like animals and go to nice places for dinner. We'll see where it goes.