I Was Eaten at the Restaurant

I was eaten at the restaurant. It was a Friday night, and I was walking down the street, sad and upset, and I had fought with my boyfriend, and I was thinking about doing something to make him mad, because he accused me of things that had never crossed my mind to do. I walked into a restaurant to try to push away those bad thoughts, sat down at a table that was at the back of the restaurant, there were few people, I noticed a well-dressed and discreet gentleman who was sitting next to my table, I realized that he also noticed me, because I was wearing a sloppy black dress and super sexy, I asked for a drink to relax. I stood there for a few minutes, when I asked the waiter to bring the bill I noticed that this gentleman had got up and walked towards my table, asked if he could sit and talk to me a little, because he had noticed my sadness, I found a kindness and agreed to talk, we had a few more drinks, on the third I already felt at ease with this gentleman, it seemed that I knew him for a long time. And I realized that our conversation had changed from just conversation to a game of seduction, to strangers looking at each other, just good friends, but in our eye-to-eye exchanges there was so much more than that. I was already half dizzy from the drinks, I did not understand what I was saying or what I was doing, it was when I felt the foot of that gentleman smoothing my legs under the table, I had no reaction, but the feeling was wonderful, I was frightened when I realized that his foot already without shoes was trying to find the way to the middle of my legs, I let the hardness overcome me, I opened my legs slowly and I felt a shiver running through my whole body when the foot of that gentleman pressed my clitoris with the tips of his fingers, I took a deep breath and asked permission to go to the bathroom. I was alone in the bathroom, nervous, I didn't know if I should stay there or leave without saying goodbye, I was looking in the mirror when I heard the sound of the lock on the door, I turned, and there was this gentleman, with a naughty smile, saying that he had understood my message, but that message, he just said that he was going to the bathroom or maybe he said something that I don't remember. He came walking towards me, I was frightened, but at no time did I want to leave there, because I had already foreseen what would happen. He grabbed me by the waist and sat me down on the sink, and I could feel that man's beard scratching my neck, and I totally gave in to his hard-on, and he unzipped my dress, and he came down from the top and started kissing my breasts, and what a wonder it was, and I felt used, like a real slut, and I was about to fuck a man I had just met. His tongue slipped on my nipples that were already totally hard, my hand stroked that gray hair, he rubbed his penis totally hard on my legs, he said in my ear things that my idiot boyfriend never dreamed of saying, he said that he would cure my sadness with a good dose of fucking, that I was a whore and that I deserved to be treated that way. I was already so horny, I started ripping off his shirt and scratching his back, begging him to punch that big, hard stick into my wet cheek, he'd grab my hair and say he was gonna fuck me like I'd never been fucked before. He opened my legs, ripped my panties off with a tremendous amount of violence, put my feet on the sink and fell face down on my cheek, started sucking in a way that I was almost enjoying, when he realized, he stood up, pulled out that big, dripping stick, grabbed my hair, kissed my mouth and punched... How wonderful it was, to feel that huge cock fucking my pussy, he covered my mouth so as not to moan loudly, he spoke softly in my ear that I was a wonderful bitch, that I had a very nice pussy, but that he wanted to feel his stick entering my little bundle, I made a gesture of no with my head, because I had never given my bundle to anyone, he simply ignored it. He pulled me down from the sink and put me on top of it, I tried to resist, but his hand was covering my mouth and because I was still in the effects of the drinks, I did not have the strength to get out of there, but I know that deep down I did not want to get out of there. He opened my legs, whispered in my ear to relax and that I would put it down slowly, because I had already realized that my cousin was a virgin, I took his hand out of my mouth and asked him not to hurt me, he put the head of that huge stick on the door of my cousin, covered my mouth and put it with all his strength, it hurt so much, I felt as if the size of his stick had bent, I tried to ask him to stop, but his hand in my mouth drowned out any kind of sound that I could make. He whispered in my ear that I would never forget the day he broke into my kitchen, that it was to relax me that it would soon stop hurting and that I would feel great pleasure, which I did, since I had nothing else to do. I was relaxing little by little and soon that pain disappeared and gave way to a huge pleasure, it was so good that I took his hand out of my mouth and asked him to fuck nice in my ass, he said he would fill my ass with shit, that was to make fun of it, what a wonder, how nice it was to feel that stick breaking my little hole, I didn't even have to make fun, the feeling was too wonderful, I didn't need anything else. He grabbed my hair and began to increase the rhythm of the punches, he fucked very hard on my ass, whispered in my ear that he would mock, that I was mocking, filling my ass with fuck. He pulled his already almost soft cock out of my little hole, I felt a chill when he finished coming out, I turned around and said it was the best fuck of my life, he smiled, finished dressing and said he would be waiting for me at the table so I won't be long. I fixed my hair, put on my underwear, closed my dress, put on a lipstick and left, I noticed that some people were looking at me, they must have noticed that he went into the bathroom behind me, but I did not pay attention, I followed to the table, there was that gentleman who had just fucked me deliciously sitting at the table as if nothing had happened, I sat down, he smiled and said that he had to go, I shook my head in agreement, when he stood up I asked if I could know his name, he smiled again, turned to the shore and left without saying anything to me. I stood there trying to figure out what had happened, how I could fuck a person inside a restaurant bathroom and I didn't even know the name, smile, get up and leave. I returned to that restaurant several times, always on the same days and at the same times, but I never met that gentleman. Since that day I'm super happy with my boyfriend and we never fight again, except with one difference, I always get someone to try to fuck me that way again.