She was a little overweight, I’d just say a little ‘fleshy’, mildly attractive and oozed a physical glow of well being…along with a satirical ...ense of humor. We met at one of those places that tried to be a gay bar in a vanilla town with no future; the Zebra Bar in New Kensington, Pa. I’d decided to go there and see what I could pick-up after a date stood me up one Friday night. It was still early and, before she walked in, I was thinking seriously about taking a ride to my favorite bookstore.. He did and told me how beautiful I was as I unhooked my bra and let it fall to the floor. He squeezed my breasts and kissed me hard. He picked me up and sucked one of my breasts as he grabbed the other. I didn't think he could wait much longer but I squirmed down, stepped out of my leggings and panties, and walked into the bathroom, knowing he was watching me. I stepped into the shower and turned to see Bill watching me as he touched his cock through his pants. I washed and as I stepped out, he. He shoved into me, hard, filling my world with pain. I screamed, screamed, screamed. He started pounding my pussy, hard and fast. I could feel blood running down my ass crack. I screamed and screamed. He ignored my pleas, and just fucked me hard and fast. He filled my womb with cum, and then left me lying on the porch, filled with blood and cum. I felt humiliated, ridiculed. Even though noone had witnessed it, I felt as though the whole world had been watching and laughing. I was not a virgin,. Stott shuddered again in horror. Something would be done about it. He hated Preston. No decent restaurants, too many foreign restaurants. Too many Chinese, Indian, Italian and worst of all to Stott, American burger and pizza bars. Pub food again this evening then, Stott once again shuddered at the thought.Tomorrow evening he would be going back home though. Stott hated being out of London. These small provincial towns gave him the creeps, but it was part of his new job to go around such places.