The Strange Woman at the Bar Wanted to Knock Me Up That Night

Hi, I’m Renata, and I want to tell you something that happened to me recently, on a weekend when I went out to a club with a couple of friends to clear my head.

I’d been going through a horrible streak. There was a staff cut at the company where I worked, and I was the one who got hit. From one day to the next I was left without a salary and with a knot of stress and anguish that wouldn’t even let me sleep.

I’ve always considered myself a lesbian. Aside from one guy I dated in high school, all my relationships have been with women. Curiously, almost all my friends are men. I feel more comfortable surrounded by guys than by girls.

Among all my friends, there are two who are the best: Bruno and Bautista. The double B’s, I joke and call them. When they found out I was having a hard time because of being unemployed, they invited me out to a bar so I could disconnect for a while.

At first I wasn’t convinced by the idea, but I ended up accepting, and after a couple of hours there I confirmed it had been the best decision. The double B’s paid for everything we ordered, and it wasn’t long before I was already “cheerful” from the alcohol.

The truth is I completely let myself go. I got drunk and got wild, something I’d normally never do. So when a girl started flirting with me from the bar, I didn’t hesitate to play along.

It didn’t take long for her to come over to our table. She asked if she could sit down and we said yes.

“Hi, what’s your name?” she told me in a very sexy, husky voice.

“I’m Renata, and you?” I answered with what my drunkenness made me believe was my seductive voice.

“I’m Nadia, nice to meet you,” she replied, offering me her hand. She squeezed mine firmly and held it a moment longer than necessary.

We chatted for a while about casual things while the double B’s came and went all over the bar, dancing one moment, ordering more beer at the bar the next.

I’m going to pause to describe myself and to describe Nadia.

I’m a short girl, busty, with an innocent-looking face, one of those good-girl faces. I have long black hair, though sometimes I dye a few strands different colors. White skin, light brown eyes, and cheeks that give away every smile. I’m neither fat nor thin, more of an average build.

And now Nadia... uff, Nadia! She was smoking hot, with long curly hair. Big tits, even bigger than mine. She was tall and had a toned body, with firm arms that showed even under her blouse.

She didn’t take long to suggest that we go somewhere more private to be alone. Even though I was drunk as hell, I didn’t dare leave with a stranger. I may have been wasted, but I’m no fool. I told her I couldn’t leave my friends hanging.

“Well, at least let’s sneak off to the bathroom. Don’t tell me no, Reni, I’d never forgive myself for missing this chance with you,” she insisted in her husky voice.

“We’re going to get in trouble, no way,” I told her, even though inside I was dying to say yes.

“Relax, I know the bar owners. We just have to let them know we’re closing off the bathroom for about five minutes.”

“Five minutes is all you can last?” I challenged her.

“Ha, I knew there was a little naughty girl hiding behind that good-girl face.”

As soon as she finished speaking, she took my hand and I let her lead me. We walked quickly to the women’s bathroom and, as soon as we crossed the door, we started kissing. We didn’t even check whether anyone was inside.

We got into one of the stalls and kept making out. Since we’re both busty, our breasts flattened against each other. Nadia grabbed my ass, then her hands went up to my tits and then back down to my ass. I could feel her spreading my cheeks with her hands and trying to slip her fingers over my panties. That night I was wearing a short skirt, so it was easy for her to grope me however she wanted.

I tried to sneak my hand inside her tight jeans to touch her, but she stopped me.

“Let me grab you, I need it, please,” I begged, but she completely ignored my pleas.

She pulled my blouse down and, almost in the same motion, my bra too. With my tits free, she started squeezing them and went down to suck on my nipples, which were already hard. Every now and then she’d bite me, pulling moans out of me somewhere between pain and pleasure.

I was so wet it looked like I’d pissed myself. It wasn’t just how turned on I was: I was also letting go of all the stress I’d been carrying for the last few weeks. At that moment I wanted nothing more than to be fucked like never before.

Nadia knelt in front of me and, with one yank, pulled my panties down until she took them off. Me, obedient, I lifted one leg and then the other to make it easier for her. I felt her fingers parting my hair, spreading my lips and starting to eat me out in a way that almost made me come from the very first lick.

Her tongue moved as if it had a life of its own, going in deep and drawing little whirlpools. I’ve had many partners, long relationships and one-night stands like this one, but I’d swear it was the best oral sex I’d had in a long time. Or maybe it was the alcohol. Whatever it was, I didn’t want it to stop ever.

But I was also dying to taste her. My body was boiling to bury my mouth, nose, and whole face between her legs. I wanted to penetrate her with my tongue the same way she was penetrating me.

“Please, please, let me taste you. Let me return the favor, Nadia... please!” I begged between moans, but the shameless bitch ignored me and just shoved her tongue deeper.

Suddenly she straightened up and, with force, turned me around so I was facing away from her. I heard the sound of a belt being unclasped and a zipper coming down. It seemed weird to me given the position we were in, but I didn’t pay it any mind.

I hadn’t even finished processing it when I felt something hard slam into me all the way to the hilt.

“Aaah! What is that?” I managed to say, but I couldn’t continue because Nadia, wasting no time, started thrusting in and out at a furious pace.

I’m no stranger to penetration. I usually use dildos and toys with my partners. But what Nadia was putting inside me made me doubt whether it was a toy or something real. And I say “something,” but it was more like an enormous cock. I could feel it hitting the back with an intense mix of pleasure and pain.

The truth is it wasn’t until she had me really well and truly fucked that I realized Nadia was a trans woman. With every thrust my body slammed against the toilet bowl, and I had to brace myself with my hands on the tank so I wouldn’t lose my balance.

She slid one knee between my legs, spreading them wider, and rubbed herself against me. I was so wet and so shocked that I didn’t even notice the moment she pulled the cock out to press it against my ass. I wanted to stop her, tell her not there, but I didn’t have time: I felt the head force its way into my entrance and, with one firm shove, sink into me. I screamed. And then that violent in-and-out started again at once.

“Please... no, no. You’re breaking me. Not there... please,” I begged her through tears, crying from the pain.

The very evil woman took pity on me and, without saying a word, pulled the cock out of my ass and, without thinking twice, shoved it back in from the front. I wanted to tell her to clean it first, that she was going to give me an infection, I wanted to say a thousand things, but she hit me again with such force that I couldn’t get a single word out.

For some reason my head cleared a little, and through my own moans I heard what Nadia was whispering in my ear. That I had the perfect body to get “knocked up.” That she was going to fuck me until she filled me with semen. That she was going to leave her children inside me.

“No, no... please, no! I’m not on anything. I don’t take anything. No, please, Nadia... no! Aaah!” I could barely say, as another moan of pure pleasure escaped me.

“Sorry, baby, but you’re not leaving here until you walk out with your belly full of me,” I heard her say, with a cruelty that chilled me and lit me up at the same time.

It was like a switch flipped inside my brain. Pulling strength from somewhere I didn’t have any, I broke away from her and shoved her back to get her out of my way. I fixed my skirt as best I could and ran for the bathroom door.

The truth is no one had ever talked to me like that before. I had never felt so desired, as if I were something almost animal. I was terrified, I’m not going to lie. I apologized before leaving and told my friends I wasn’t feeling well. Obviously the double B’s didn’t let me go alone and walked me all the way home.

To this day I still wonder what would have happened if I’d given in. I had never before considered the idea of being knocked up as a fantasy, but now I can’t stop thinking about Nadia and the wild way she fucked me.