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The creep at the bar leers at your exposed cleavage as he saunters over, his beer sloshing with each step. "Hey sweetheart, mind if I buy you a drink?" His voice is thick with lust as he eyes you up and down.

You cross your arms in front of your chest, trying to shield yourself from his hungry gaze. "I'm fine, thanks," you reply curtly, hoping to deter him without being rude.

But the drunk pervert doesn't take the hint. He slides onto the stool next to you and flags down the bartender. "

The creep orders a double whiskey on the rocks and turns to face you once more. "Come on, just one drink. You look like you could use it."

Your heart races as he leans closer, his breath heavy with alcohol. You consider making a scene or leaving, but something stops you. Maybe it's the fear of drawing unwanted attention or the thought that a confrontation could escalate quickly. Instead, you take a deep breath and try to remain calm.

The creep grins, satisfied by your acceptance, as he passes you the glass. "Cheers," he says, raising his own drink. You clink your glass against his before taking a cautious sip. The burn of the strong spirit warms your throat as you swallow it down. He watches intently, licking his lips at the sight. "So, what's your name?" He tries to engage in conversation, but you can sense his ulterior motive. You hesitate before replying, unsure if giving him your real name is wise. "

The creep flashes an unconvincing grin as he introduces himself. "I'm Chuck. Nice to meet ya, Paul." His eyes linger on your chest once more before slowly trailing up to your face.

"So, whatcha doin' out here all alone tonight? Lookin' for some company?" He waggles his eyebrows suggestively. His hand inches closer to yours on the bar top, clearly hoping to make contact.

Despite your better judgment, you find yourself feeling flustered under his intense gaze.

Chuck nods sympathetically, though his expression remains lecherous. "Tough days can be rough. Maybe I can help take your mind off things." His voice drops to a husky whisper as he leans in closer, his breath hot against your ear. The bartender returns with another round, seemingly oblivious to the growing tension between you and Chuck. You start to feel dizzy from the whiskey and begin to sway slightly on the stool. "Whoa, easy there," Chuck says with a chuckle, grabbing your elbow to steady you. "Let me get you something else."

Chuck slides a fresh drink in front of you, this one a fruity concoction that looks suspiciously potent. "Here ya go, Paul. I think you need somethin' a little sweeter after that rough day."

He raises his glass, clinking it against yours. "To forgetting your troubles," he slurs, downing half his own drink in one gulp.

As you watch him, mesmerized by the way his Adam's apple bobs with each swallow, you feel your inhibitions melting away like ice in a hot summer sun.

You nod, taking a sip of the sweet drink, feeling its warmth spread through your veins. Chuck's hand brushes against yours once more, and you barely notice, lost in the haze of alcohol and conversation. The night blurs around you as you laugh at his jokes and stories, your defenses crumbling further with each passing minute. Chuck's eyes gleam with triumph as he watches you succumb to the liquid courage and his charming words. He leans closer, his mouth inches from yours, his voice low and husky. "I got just the thing to make those worries disappear,"

His hand travels up your thigh, stopping just short of where you crave it most. "Just say the word, and we can slip back into my place for some...private relaxation."

You bite your lip, knowing full well what he means by 'relaxation'. Part of you wants to run away, to escape the dangerous situation you've found yourself in. But the other part, the part clouded by liquor and desire, yearns to give in to temptation. Your body aches for release, and Chuck seems eager enough to provide it.

A satisfied grin spreads across Chuck's face, revealing slightly crooked teeth. "Great. Let's go, Paul." He slides off the stool, helping you to stand up as your legs wobble beneath you. The room spins as you follow him out of the bar, neither of you paying much attention to the people around you.

Once outside, Chuck hails a cab, guiding you inside with a possessive hand on your waist. You lean against him, feeling safe in his grasp despite everything.

As the taxi speeds through the dark streets, Chuck whispers suggestive nothings in your ear, his fingers tracing circles on your thigh. You try to focus on the scenery passing outside your window, but it's hard to resist his persistent touch. The ride feels like an eternity before you finally arrive at Chuck's apartment building. He leads you inside, locking the door behind you with a decisive click. "Welcome home," he says, turning to face you with a hungry gaze. His eyes drink in every inch of your exposed skin, making you shiver in anticipation.

Chuck pushes you gently against the wall, his mouth capturing yours in a searing kiss that steals your breath. He uses one hand to unbutton your shirt, revealing more flesh for his eager eyes. Your mind is hazy as you reciprocate, forgetting all about the creeping dread that should have kept you from coming this far. He leads you into his bedroom, pulling off your clothes along the way until you're both naked. The bed creaks under your combined weight as he pins you down, his body pressing against yours.

With a groan of satisfaction, Chuck buries himself deep inside you, claiming you as his own. The pleasure-pain of being stretched and filled sends shocks of ecstasy coursing through your veins. You wrap your legs around him, urging him on as he begins to move with wild abandon.

The room fills with the sounds of heavy breathing, slick flesh slapping against flesh, and your moans of pleasure. Chuck's hands roam over your body, squeezing and kneading every inch of skin he can reach. You feel like you're drowning in sensation, losing yourself completely to the moment.

.His pace quickens, driven by your enthusiastic responses. "Fuck yeah, take it," he growls, his voice strained with exertion. "You like that big dick inside you, don't ya?"

Chuck's words are punctuated by grunts and groans as he pistons in and out of you. The force of his thrusts rocks the bed, making the headboard thud against the wall.

Your mind is fogged with lust, unable to form coherent thoughts beyond the overwhelming pleasure coursing through your body.

"It's all yours, baby." Chuck groans as he pounds away at your prostate relentlessly. His grip on your hips tightens, fingers digging into your flesh. "Soon, I'm gonna fill up that tight little hole of yours." The sensation escalates until you can no longer contain yourself. Your climax hits, waves of euphoria rolling over you. You cry out, arching your back as you explode with release. Feeling you tense around him, Chuck follows closely behind, hot spurts of seed filling you up.

As Chuck pulls out, he gazes down at you with satisfaction before collapsing onto the bed beside you. The afterglow settles over both of you like a warm blanket, lulling you into a deep sleep. The night air carries the scent of sex and sweat, a reminder of the passionate encounter between two bodies.

As morning breaks, the sun streams in through the bedroom window, casting long shadows across the room. Your body feels pleasantly sated, heavy with the weight of a fulfilling night. You stir, turning to look at Chuck who lies next to you, his chest rising and falling with each breath. A soft smile plays at the corners of your lips as you recall the events of the previous evening. The memory of his strong hands on your body sends a shiver down your spine, leaving you craving more of his touch.

Chuck rouses with a grunt, one arm flailing out to grab hold of the sheets. His eyes flutter open when your warm mouth envelops his semi-hard cock. He stares down at you with half-lidded lust, moaning softly as you take him deeper. "Mmm, fuck, what a way to start the day." You bob your head, enjoying the taste and texture of him in your mouth. His hips start to move, urging you on.

Chuck groans as you straddle his waist, positioning yourself over his erect shaft. You sink down slowly, letting it glide into your tight hole until he's fully seated inside you. The sensation is incredible — warmth filling your depths as Chuck's cock pulses gently within you.

His hands grip your hips firmly, fingers digging into the flesh as you begin to rock back and forth rhythmically. Each thrust sends waves of pleasure rippling through your body, making you arch your spine while gasping breathlessly.

"You feel so fucking good," Chuck murmurs hoarsely, eyes locked onto yours.