Wanda stepped out of the restroom to find two of the men waiting on her. "Gentlemen," she said as she slipped her arms around them, "So nice of you to give me an escort back to the dance floor."
The shorter guy, about 5'10" with thick, muscular arms slipped his arm around Wanda, his hand moving down to slide over her firm ass. He gave her a cheek a hard squeeze while his companion deftly untied one strap of her cocktail dress, exposing her breast. He squeezed it, rubbing the nipple with his thumb.
"Hey!" Wanda snapped. "That hurts! If you bastards want us to cooperate so this doesn't turn into a gang rape, you can't be rough. You can't leave bruises on any of us for our husbands to find!"
Saying that, Wanda slipped out of their grasp and stormed down the hall to the dance floor. Vivian was struggling against the biggest man Wanda had ever seen as he tried to force his tongue into her mouth. Sarah was backed up against the bar. Two men held her; each one pinning one of her arms against the bar with one of theirs while the other squeezed her breasts through her dress.
Wanda placed two fingers to her mouth and gave a piercing whistle. Everyone froze. "Back off, assholes! You're acting like pigs instead of men. Think about what you're doing!" she snapped. "If you rape us, we may not be able to identify you, but your friend behind the bar won't have such an easy time getting off the hook. Same thing if you take us somewhere else. Even if you killed us afterward, the cab company will have a record of bringing us here. And don't you think it'll make the news if three white women from the same town, all friends, disappeared suddenly. So stop thinking with your dicks for a change. Now, let them go so I can talk to them. Bartender, we've all had more than enough to drink. Please make a pot of fresh coffee and bring us each a cup. And bring some sugar and cream, too. Thank you."
Wanda collected the two women and led them to a nearby table. Vivian was furious. Sarah looked ready to cry. She sat them down and said in a low voice. "Girls, we're in trouble. I don't see any way," she paused as the bartender appeared with three cups of steaming coffee, packets of sugar and a small container of cream."
"Sorry ladies. You really should never a come here. Only white girls we see in this place are hookers or tramps who just a soon blow a brotha on the floor as dance with one. Some time, we get five, six a them from the college wanna know what it like to fuck a black. One stays to keep a eye on while them others pick a buck and do it on a table. The one, she take pics a the girl getting filled with dark meat. Never aims the camera at a brotha's face, jus the cock pumping the chick and her face. I guess so's she knows it her when they sober the nex day. The brotha almost always gets to pump his load into her. Ever so often, the sober one will hold up a rubber before anything starts. That case, he'll stand there and she'll put it on afore him. These good guys mostly. Little rough sometimes, but all have jobs. You wan out, I get you out, this time. But, you not come back again. You unnerstan?"
"Please give us a few minutes to talk and collect our wits before you say anything. We're going to discuss what we want to do while we drink this wonderful coffee. I'll come over to the bar and tell you our decision in a few minutes. Thank you," she smiled up at him. As he walked away, Wanda turned back to the others. "I was looking for some action when we came in here. If you're being honest with yourselves, then you know you were, too. I'll admit, there is a little more action here than I'd planned on, but..."
She grinned, "I have to admit to being curious. And a couple of these guys are packing serious wood. Now, I'd really hate to have to take on all these guys myself. I'd hate to think my friends would leave me high and dry like that, but I'm not going to force either of you to stay and fuck a bunch of guys we don't know. And, I don't know about you, but I never thought to bring any rubbers with me, so I'm pretty sure it's going to be a night of bareback riding for me. How about it girls, are you with me?"
Sarah rubbed her breasts. "I don't know. Those two hurt me. I hope they didn't leave any bruises for Jim to find. I know he's cheated on me before, but I never really expected to find myself..." her voice trailed off.
"I agree," said Vivian. "Nothing rough and no Frenching unless we start it. I'm not crazy about letting some guy, uh, guys, I don't know shoot their loads into me, but I certainly didn't expect to find myself in this situation. You know, if I wasn't still about half drunk, I'd never agree to this. Shall we strip now?"
Sarah said, "I'm pretty smashed right now, too. In fat, I wanna feel a bunch of these guys shooting their spunk into me! Right after I go potty..." she giggled.
Wanda said, "Sarah, I think you meant fact, not fat. Anyhow, I'll tell the bartender we've decided not to leave the guys high and dry, as it were. As long as they meet our requests, we'll willingly give them what they want. How about this, we'll have them pick a pool ball out of a sack to see who goes in what order. It's first come, first served and vaginal sex only. If we want to suck someone's cock, the next guy in line is the lucky guy. He's also the next one to mount us. It doesn't matter if he cums in our mouth first or not, he's still the next one to fuck us. Right?" The other two women nodded in agreement.
Vivian stood, "I have to go to the restroom, also. Think we should just strip in there?"
"No," Sarah said. "We'll do it out here. I don't mean make a show out of it, but we'll draw a ball, too. From one to three. That can also be the deciding fuc, fa, facor, factor as who goes first with who. Or is it whom? Oh, fuck it! Com'n Viv. I really gotta pee." The two women staggered down the hall to the bathroom while Wanda went to inform the bartender of their decision.
By the time the girls returned from the restroom, every man in the bar was sitting in a chair, naked, along the dance area. Two small tables here placed end to end to make a place for the women. Wanda held up a sack and said, "Vivian, you draw first. Then you, Sarah. I'll take whatever's left."
Vivian reached into the sack and pulled out the three ball. She walked over to the pool table and set the ball down on it, then walked back to the dance floor, sizing up the man in the third chair. He was very dark and Vivian shuddered at the thought of how erotic it would look as his dark meat drove in between her pale thighs.
Sarah had reached in and pulled out the one ball. She swallowed hard at the sight of the thick erection jutting from between the legs of the medium skinned man in the first chair. She hoped she could take him without being ruined forever. Wanda took her ball from her and said, "Since I'm number two, why don't you go ahead and start stripping while I put these back. Gentlemen, I remind you, we don't start until all three of us are naked."
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