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Subject: {ASSM} THE LAST DANCE By Dawn (MMMF,nc,mc,reluc)
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I am attaching my revised story... The Last Dance.
 
Dawn1958 		 	   		  
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THE LAST DANCE By Dawn (MMMF,nc,mc,reluc) I wrote this story as a request
from a reader so hope you like it.  I have added a longer ending to this
version as I sort of left the original hanging.  At the time it sounded
like a good idea but maybe it wasn't.  Please email me with your comments
or suggestions.  Email dawnharvey1958@hotmail.com

   Doris and her husband, Randy, were meeting two other couples at the
nightclub on the Red Mile at 42nd Street.  About two or three times a year,
the couples went out to relax and have some fun.  The men usually were
quite content to just sit there all night and have as many beers as they
could hold.  The women on the other hand, liked to dance and were
constantly on the dance floor, as there was no shortage of available men to
dance with.  Many of the men came back for seconds and thirds, but the
women were just happy to be letting loose.

   Doris had been drinking screwdrivers and the sneaky vodka was beginning
to make her feel a little tipsy.  She decided to do more dancing, as she
thought that should wear off some of the alcohol.  The floor was always
very crowded, which enabled the guys to cop a few feels along the way, and
Doris certainly was in no mood to reject any affection on this night.  It
was actually quite thrilling to act risqué once in awhile.  After all, she
thought, what harm could a few feels be?

   Every once in awhile, one or two of the girls would go back to the table
to put in an appearance so the husbands wouldn't object to their dancing.
During one of the breaks, Doris giggled when Dawn described the hard cock
that this one guy pressed so tight against her; she thought it would leave
a permanent mark.  Doris told her that one guy kept asking her to dance but
she was getting afraid to accept, as he kept talking dirty to her.  Once he
even grabbed her hand and placed it right over his hard cock.  "Can you
imagine that?" she asked her friend.  The girls huddled closer and she
confided to Dawn how damn good it felt, but it was just too bad it belonged
to a jerk.

   Soon both girls were back on the dance floor and having a great time. 
Doris wasn't too happy when the jerk cut in on the next dance, but she
agreed to dance, as he was a good dancer.  If only he would not try to body
fuck her while on a crowded dance floor, she would have felt more at ease.
Again he felt her up at every opportunity and she was even mad at herself
for letting him take liberties.  The man even managed to get a good feel of
her boobs during one song.  Since there were so many on the floor, she saw
no reason to make a scene whenever the jerk molested her, and she just did
her best to get away from his advances.  Finally a song ended and she
begged off the next one, as she just had to use the ladies room.  With a
quick turn, she was gone before he could say a word.

   Finding the restrooms, she was just about to put her hand on the door
when someone grabbed her from behind.  Quickly, the strong hands twisted
her slender body and forced her into the men's washroom, which was right
next door.  Not resisting too hard at first, Doris thought it was someone
who she knew and they were playing a trick on her.  Suddenly, she realized
that she was all the way inside the men's room and abruptly became afraid,
as she didn't think any of her friends would do this to her.

   A strong hand grabbed a handful of the back of her blouse and held her
firmly, so she could not turn around.  She couldn't see who was forcing her
and suddenly she was shoved forward to the long countertop, which contained
a couple of sinks.  This all happened in a matter of seconds and she really
didn't have time to yell or scream.  Had she known she was in trouble, she
certainly would have yelled her head off.

   The attacker forced her to bend over at the sinks, using enough force
that she protested the harsh treatment.  Then she used the sternest voice
she could muster.  "What the hell do you think you're doing?" She began to
struggle harder but was not able to get free, as she was in such an awkward
position.  Her hands were spread about a foot apart on the counter to
prevent herself from falling over when she was pushed hard towards the
sinks.

   Looking up, Doris saw that there was a mirror directly in front of her
and she gazed into it with a worried look.  Right behind her and forcing
her to bend over the countertop was the jerk who had molested her on the
dance floor.  With a start, she yelled at the man.  "Stop this at once or
I'll scream my bloody head off!"

   Smiling with an evil grin, the man simply gave her blouse a quick jerk
to show his superior power and then he reached down.  He grabbed the lower
hem of her skirt and flipped it up to her waist in one easy motion.  Doris
stared into the mirror wide-eyed, as she watched in horror when her bare
flesh was brazenly exposed.  The man let go of her skirt and undid his
jeans, pulling out his long, hard cock.  Doris almost fainted when he
jerked it up and down vigorously and her eyes never left the overpowering
weapon.

   'Oh no,' she thought when it became obvious what his intentions were. 
Then he moved closer to Doris and began slapping her exposed ass with the
top portion of his overgrown cock.  The sound of skin meeting skin filled
the compact room and she actually welcomed the punishment he rained on her
now reddening ass-cheeks.  Doris was so shocked by what he was doing that
she remained absolutely motionless, as if waiting for his next punishment.

   A shudder of despair shot through her body and she found her voice. 
"Please don't, please," she begged the man to stop and leave her alone. 
His only response was to let go of his ramrod and grab the elastic edge of
her shear, thong panties.  Doris twisted and turned in an attempt to get
away, but he held her steady between his body and the counter.  The man
roughly pulled the elastic from around her leg and twisted it to the side,
which allowed the cool air to wash over the sensitive flesh between her
thighs.  A violent shudder went through her body when she realized she was
exposed to this creature and he might fuck her right there in a dirty
washroom.

   Doris sobbed and cried, as she looked behind.  She noticed the man
aiming his meat at her exposed backside and she jerked forward in an
attempt to escape the assault.  Her upper thighs pushed against the
countertop, which prevented any movement or getaway.  Suddenly his cock
disappeared from her vision and her heart stopped, waiting for it to
happen.

   When the burning cock touched her skin, Doris almost passed out from
fright.  Her protests became louder, but the man never heard a word she
uttered.  His only response caused more uncertainty in the pit of her
stomach.  "You teased me all night with that sexy body of yours...  waved
that sexy ass at me and now I am going to have the last dance." She could
see his smile displayed in the mirror and knew she was not going to be able
to reason with him at all.

   The tip of his enraged cock pressed into her crotch and her breathing
momentarily held, as she knew what was about to happen.  Doris could see
that his glazed eyes were totally focused on what he was doing behind her
and suddenly, she felt the head of his big cock slip between her wet pussy
lips.  'Oh, gawd no,' she thought, 'why am I so wet?' Doris reasoned it was
likely due to all the dancing and exercise she had been doing throughout
the evening.

   "I'm going to fuck you...  pretty lady," he said to Doris and embedded
his monster with a sudden shove.  All at once, she was astonished when he
filled her cunt like never before.  Her juices coated the thick shaft and
he was quickly able to pump his iron in and out.  Doris held onto the
counter with all her strength so he wouldn't shove her head into the
mirror. All the while, she stared at the dirty bastard who was forcing
himself upon her.  Doris resisted with all her might, but she told herself
that the man was just too strong for her to get free.

   He began pumping in and out at a furious pace and the long, deliberate
strokes were something new to Doris.  When he thrust his powerful hips with
all his strength, his cock hit places never before touched by any other. 
All of a sudden the strangest feeling formed deep within her loins and she
shuddered from the fear of what it meant.  Doris questioned how she could
feel anything close to arousal with this jerk fucking her in a public
washroom?  A second and then a third electric spasm shot through her tender
body, which filled her with great disbelief.

   Her protests renewed with vigor and she pleaded with him to stop at
once. "Please stop, don't do this to me," she pleaded with him.  Doris
would never forget her next recollection.  She glanced into the mirror and
noticed that the man had both hands on the cheeks of her exposed ass, as
there was no need to restrain her upper body.  Doris realized that it was
possible to jump up and run, yet she was unwilling to move.

   The power of the stranger pounding his cock into her, forced Doris to
shut her eyes tightly in an attempt to hide the mirror images of her rising
shame.  She continued the viselike grip on the counter to prevent being
driven forward into the glass, which would certainly hurt her.  The man's
rapid fucking quickly took a toll on his stamina and it faded fast.

   What Doris heard next caused her heart to stop for a split second.  She
vigorously renewed her struggle to get free when the washroom door opened
and she realized someone was entering the room.  Everything happened fast
and there didn't seem to be an easy solution for her dilemma.  Just as she
managed to slide a little to one side, the man grabbed the back of her
head. He wrapped his fingers into her long, curly hair and she had to turn
her head sideways, as he forced her face into the glass.

   Doris listened intently when the man spoke to the person who entered. 
"She teased the hell out of me all night...  letting me feel her sexy ass
and those big tits.  Now I'm giving her what she wants...  a big fuckin'
dick!"

   Doris felt the big shaft swell in anticipation and she knew the man was
about to empty his demon load deep inside her pussy.  She screamed for him
to stop, as it wasn't right.  "No, no, please don't," she begged, but he
just ignored her and rode the roller coaster of lust.  "Help, help," she
called out to the new person who had obviously entered yet there was no
response.

   Small spasms rocketed through her loins and they seemed to be tied
directly to her resolve.  For some strange reason she was unable to stop
her erotic reactions to what the stranger was doing to her.  Dejected and
ashamed with feelings of guilt, she closed her eyes tightly.  The darkness
felt good and her body belied her earlier protests and she merely sobbed in
defeat, which caused her body to shake out of control.

   Suddenly he exploded and shot the burning, hot lava into her deepest
reaches.  Her tender body shook like crazy when cum washed over the virgin
cervix and she accepted his seed.  The muscles of her vagina tightened with
as much force as her body could muster and she milked the big cock like a
slut.  Another electric shock shot through her body, as an impending orgasm
swelled deep within.  Afraid to take the death-defying leap, Doris tried to
save her soul.  'No, no,' she said to herself.  'I just can't do it with
this bastard!'

   There was a moment of relief when she felt the man's orgasm begin to
subside.  Doris knew she had come within an eyelash of climaxing, which
would have been horrific.  She uttered a small sigh for being saved great
embarrassment, as she felt the return of a small measure of self-control.
She opened her eyes and turned to face the mirror again, as she noticed a
new fear.  A guy was framed behind the jerk and it was very obvious what
his intensions were.  His pants were already down to his knees and he had
is hard cock in his fist.

   The dreadful sight was overwhelming, as Doris realized that she was
about to get fucked by another stranger.  The first man who was still
buried to his balls held her captive and there didn't seem to be anything
she could do about it.  Her heartbeat went from frenzied to zero when the
washroom door opened again and she prayed for an escape.  "Help!  Help,
these men are raping me," she yelled to the rescuer she hoped was entering.

   Over and over again Doris repeated her pleas until a new figure appeared
in the mirror.  All of a sudden she felt like a savior had arrived when
Doris stared at her wide-eyes husband, Randy.  A wave of relief washed over
her and she assumed she was measly moments away from being saved from the
two devils.  There wasn't a sound in the small room and everyone stood
deathly quiet, waiting for someone to say something.

   "What the hell are you doing to my wife," Randy yelled at the two
strangers and suddenly moved in to grab the jerk who was just pulling his
long cock out of his wife's cunt.

   Without warning, two more men entered the washroom and surrounded Randy,
as each grabbed an arm to hold him steadfast.  "Just hold still and you
won't get hurt," was all that one of them said.  They were young and very
muscular and found it easy to hold Randy captive.  The two men easily moved
their prisoner away from the counter and Doris instantly realized Randy
would be prevented from helping her escape.

   Randy watched in utter dismay when the other man who was about to fuck
his wife renewed his attack.  Doris was held in position by the first
rapist, which enabled the second man to take his place at her backside. 
Randy stared into his wife's awestruck eyes, as she seemed to focus on the
mirror images that were inches from her face.

   Doris stared at the reflection and noticed the image of the man's cock
disappear from the mirror, hidden by her own naked ass.  Her breath caught,
as she felt his immediate thrust, and his cock was rammed to the hilt.  The
man remained embedded for seconds, enjoying the immense heat and joy of
being buried in Doris' cunt.  It had been awhile since he had fucked anyone
and he was going to enjoy the moment very, very much.

   "Here, let me feel that wet cunt of yours," he said with a smile.  Then
the man reached around her flared hips and searched for the soaked, silky
material still covering the upper portion of her precious pussy lips.  He
deliberately pinched the shear thong between his fingers and shifted it off
to the side, which enabled him to expose her soul.  His skilled fingers
slipped into the wetness and closed over the protruding clitoris, as Doris
thought she had been shot with a shotgun.  Her hips thrust forward to meet
his demanding fingers and the explosion was instantaneous.

   There was no place for her hips to go as they slammed into the
countertop, driving the man's fingers deeper into her wetness.  Guilt and
shame filled her faithful mind when she looked at the mirror image to see
Randy watching it all happen.  His eyes were as big as saucers as he could
see the big cock pumping in and out of his lovely wife.  Not a sound came
from his still lips, as he had never seen such an erotic sight.  Randy knew
he should be fighting with all his might, but he just couldn't bring
himself to miss one brief image of what was happening in front of him.

   Doris was filled with utter disbelief when the orgasm quickly consumed
her womanly body.  As her husband watched, she felt the onslaught of the
most violent orgasm of her life rush over her.  She was unable to keep her
hips still as they thrust madly at the attacker who was enjoying every
second of her lust.  Nothing like this had ever happened to the man and he
was surely going to relish what this bitch was doing to him.

   The man took her higher and higher as the gigantic orgasm went on and
on, caressing every nerve in her body.  Doris locked her eyes on Randy and
watched when he stared at what she was doing.  His eyes never left her cunt
and a man fucking the woman he loved seemed to mesmerize him.  The stranger
felt the rising passion and knew it would soon totally consume him.  Doris'
tight, hot cunt robbed his remaining stamina and his orgasm exploded with a
fury.  Short, powerful thrusts lifted Doris off the floor and the man
filled her cunt with his seed, as she matched his strokes with power of her
own.

   The other men in the room were breathing very heavy, as they witnessed
the two sweaty bodies fucking before their very eyes.  Loud moans of
ecstasy came from Doris' throat when she went to the peak of the most
mind-blowing orgasm of her life.  Never had she thrust so madly and been so
out of control during sex.  Her total being surrounded the head of this
bastard's cock and she welcomed every inch of the throbbing meat.  The guy
grunted when he emptied his load, which was so vast that wet, slurping
sounds erupted when the cum escaped the seal around his swollen cock. 
Slowly the creamy cum seeped from Doris' pussy and dropped to the floor,
which incensed the other men in the room.

   Her eyes never left Randy and as the climax began to subside, Doris
tried to send signals to tell her husband that she was sorry.  None of it
made any difference because Randy was only interested in what she was doing
and it was in an aroused way.  He had never witnessed the intense passion
or lust from his wife and it was having a positive affect on his sexual
desire.

   Doris was very confused.  She could not understand how she could
experience such a powerful orgasm under these circumstances.  Two strangers
had just forcibly fucked her and she had experienced an orgasm with her
husband watching it all happen.  More shame fueled her mind when she came
to realize that she had wanted the big cock inside her.  Yes, she wanted to
be fucked by these monsters and it didn't matter that her husband was
there. It was lust and she was totally aroused beyond any point in her
life.

   She remained bent over the counter as the second man slowly removed his
dwindling hardon.  Hanging her head down, Doris glanced down with a blank
stare and waited.  The humiliation swept over her and Doris felt completely
degraded by the overpowering lust swelling deep inside.  Seconds went by
yet still she waited, almost holding her breath in utter anticipation.  The
sounds of a zipper being lower roared through the room and Doris' heart
began to beat faster.  She flinched and jerked wildly when rough, strong
hands closed over her burning ass.  New hands, hands she had never felt
before.  Closing her eyes, Doris waited for it to happen.  She had never
felt such a dire need or desire for anything in her life, like she felt at
that moment.

   In one quick motion, the hands grabbed the elastic waistband of the
shear panties and smoothly rolled them to the floor.  Doris allowed the
stranger to strip her panties and she obediently remained motionless and
waited.  Suddenly the next hard cock rammed into her soaked pussy.  A
shriek of lust escaped her lips when the thick, long shaft plunged all the
way in with one quick thrust.  The man drove in so hard that it took her
breath away momentarily.

   The stranger was fully aroused already and there was no need for any
foreplay.  He immediately began to pump with all of his strength and Doris
raised her head to the mirror again.  Her eyes were open and she noticed
that there were still two men holding Randy captive.  Her husband was being
forced to comply and so was she.  Doris reasoned that she was powerless
against such strong men and they demanded she submit.

   Almost immediately, her muscles began to tighten and milk the intruding
rod.  Doris could feel the raging desire in her belly and she began to push
back hard so that the cock could possess her cunt completely.  She arched
her back and gave everything to this intruder, as she clung to the clammy
countertop with her hands.  Without warning, new spasms rocked her frail
body and it began all over again.

   Randy remained fully engrossed with the erotic encounter and he did not
struggle to get free of his captors.  As hard as it was to believe, it
seemed that his wife was begging this stranger to fuck her.  Her rapid
thrusts were allowing the intruder to fully sink his shaft into her
delirious cunt.  Both were pumping with determination and it would not be
long until two orgasms again filled the sleazy washroom.

   It seemed to get much hotter in the small room and Doris was becoming
crazed when her temp rose to an unbearable level.  Guilt and shame filled
her completely, as she was unable to stop the rising tidal wave of desire.
Another powerful orgasm washed over her entire being and her pussy
convulsed out of control over the thick shaft of the unknown man.  There
were loud slapping sounds, as the bare skin of the man's pelvis slapped
against the burning flesh of Doris' ass.  All ears in the room were in tune
with it and the men were totally aroused by the unbridled lust.

   The orgasm quickly reached a feverish peak and Doris arched her back
severely, as every muscle in her body tensed.  When the hot lava struck her
cervix and inner reaches, she almost collapsed.  The second mind-blowing
orgasm in the last few minutes rushed over the apex and the lucky man was
blown away by her intense ecstasy.  Unable to prolong the climax, he blew
his immense load of searing cum deep into Doris' cunt.  His powerful
thrusts lifted her slender body off the restroom floor every time he pushed
forward and the others were mesmerized by the fiery passion.

   With the ebb tide slowly coming down the far side, Doris dropped her
head in shame once again.  Not wishing to see her husband's face, she
refused to look in his direction.  After the final thrusts from the
stranger, she felt him reluctantly release her hips from his iron grip and
slowly withdraw his ramrod.  Suddenly, Doris felt empty and the strong
emotions deep within were still partway up the mountain of ecstasy.

   The silence in the small room was finally broken by the sounds Doris had
been waiting for.  She heard another zipper being lowered and the swishing
of clothing.  Closing her eyes, she waited.  Suddenly, someone grabbed her
arms and straightened her body upright.

   In the mirror, she could see one of the men holding Randy captive had
lowered his pants.  The man motioned for her to come in his direction and
his rugged face was covered with a broad smile, as he waited.  Doris could
tell what he wanted and she looked frantically at Randy for help.  A
worried frown crossed his face, but he was unable or unwilling to do
anything to assist her.

   The man's voice was deafening.  "Come here," echoed throughout the room.
Doris was unable to stop her feet from moving and she slowly shuffled the
short distance towards the man.  Her teary eyes turned to the standing
erection and she was afraid to blink.  The cock bounced madly in front of
man's loins and he seemed determined to get satisfaction from Doris' lips
with or without her consent.

   Without looking away from the magnet, Doris pleaded with the stranger to
leave her alone.  "Please...  don't make me do it," she begged, but knew
there would be no answer.  His manly hips thrust forward to indicate what
he wanted her to do and he waited.

   A small sob of defeat raked her amorous body and Doris dropped to her
knees.  Suddenly the magnificent cock was a mere inch or two from her face.
Her small, dainty hand went to surround the thick shaft and she held it
steady in her delicate fist.  Doris pushed her face forward until the
flared head touched her lips.  She flinched when the burning tool touched
her skin, but in the next instant the cock-head was between her spread
lips.

   The musty aroma was adrenalin to her spirit and she licked the pre-cum
off the flared head.  Sucking the meat into her mouth, Doris was unable to
resist any longer.  She began pumping her small fist up and down the
extended shaft and sucked the first few inches of man-cock deeper into her
hot mouth.  The man was in heaven and he was determined to hold the
impending orgasm back so that the blowjob lasted a long time.

   Shamefully, Doris could see the legs of her husband standing next to the
stranger yet she continued to suck the big cock.  For some unexplained
reason, she was overcome with the erotic lust and sucked the rod deeper
into her throat.  She felt his loins start to pulse out of control and knew
what was next.  The first blast of hot cum caught her slightly by surprise,
but she still managed to swallow most of gooey cream.  The man's hips
jerked wildly, as he filled her mouth and throat with the burning lava, and
she swallowed feverishly so as not to choke.

   Doris pumped her fist furiously, as she drained the big cock, and her
thirst was quenched by the stranger's semen.  Her face was flushed and she
felt burning guilt for what just transpired.  Slowly the pulsing organ came
to a rest and she pulled the semi-hard shaft out of her mouth.  Almost
reluctantly, she released it from her small hand and let it droop in front
of her face.

   Suddenly someone spoke to her and Doris looked up at Randy, thinking it
was him.  Seeing his lips were still and no sound coming from them, she
looked farther to the right.  "Go lean over the counter like you were
earlier cuz I'm goin' to fuck you," said the last remaining man yet to
taste Doris' delights.

   Doris began to plead immediately.  "Please, no, no, I can't do it...  no
more." She felt used and abused beyond anytime in her life and knew she
couldn't fuck another man with her husband in the room.  She was at a loss
for words to describe what had already transpired in the seedy men's
washroom and couldn't understand how it was possible to do more.

   Without warning, the man grabbed her arms and pulled her upright.  Next
he pushed her towards the counter and Doris began to sob.  Crying with
tears running down her rosy cheeks, she glanced over her shoulder at the
new attacker.  Doris noted the man's serious expression and there didn't
seem to be any compassion written on his face.  She reluctantly gave one
last plea for mercy.  "Please don't," she pleaded.  "please...  oh please,
don't do this."

   Pushing her into the counter, Doris was forced to grab the top to keep
from falling.  Once she regained her balance, she stood upright facing the
mirror, as if she was going to defy the man.  Suddenly he grabbed the
bottom of her blouse and ripped it up and over her head in a flash.  Doris
was forced to raise her arms, but she quickly lowered them back to the edge
of the counter to retain her balance.  She stared into the mirror and
watched in horror when her lacy bra was stripped from her chest and tossed
across the room.  "Now that's a set of tits.  Gorgeous...  fucking
gorgeous," the man growled.

   Her hands moved towards her chest but they never made it.  The stranger
put his big hand in the center of her back and pushed her forward so she
quickly grabbed the countertop to prevent falling face-first into the
mirror.  The last thing in the world Doris ever imagined was being naked in
a men's washroom.  The man adeptly ripped her skirt off and left her
totally naked in a room full of sexual deviates.

   Doris acted like a zombie and never tried to get away.  The stranger
kicked her feet apart and she stood motionless, as the man dropped his
pants.  Suddenly he bent her over, which left her vulnerable when she
hovered over top of the sink.  Her luscious boobs hung down and swayed back
and forth, which seemed to become the focus of every man in the room.  The
stranger reached around and grabbed the swaying tits, as if they were
lifesavers.

   It was possibly the fastest penetration and certainly could have been a
world record.  The man pulled back hard on her tits and at the same time
rammed his hips at her backside.  Loud ooohs and aaahs from the onlookers
told it all.  The cock hit the middle of her crotch and instantly found the
center of her universe.  He was embedded to the hilt with one swift plunge
and it knocked the wind out of her, as yet another stranger ravaged her.

   Doris tried to raise her head and look into the familiar mirror for
help. She glanced down the front of her naked torso and noticed how the man
had her tits firmly cupped by both hands.  Her heart was beating out of
control and then she noticed the man's right hand let go of her breast. 
The reprieve was purely temporary, as she watched his fingers deftly
slither across her heaving stomach and slowly dip between her thighs.

   She could barely see what the man was after.  His bold fingers pried the
upper pussy lips apart and then he pressed on the exposed clitoris, as he
rubbed it vigorously back and forth.  For some strange reason she looked up
and stared into the darkest eyes on earth.  The stranger's eyes were
paralyzing and seemed to offer a promise of desire that was impossible to
refuse.  Despite feeling empty and under the control of the devil, she
uttered what was probably considered the silliest protest.  "No, no,
noooooo," she pleaded, not necessarily to the man, but in an effort to
quell the strange sensations deep inside.

   The stranger merely grinned at her and pounded her ass.  "Sluts like it
hard and they like it rough," he whispered.  "You best fuck me slut and
make it good...  or my friends will knock the living shit out of your
hubby."

   Doris didn't dare take her eyes off the man, but she knew Randy was
still being held captive.  The intense stare continued and she felt the man
slice her spirit in two with his damning threat.  He was buried to the hilt
and the throbbing cock-meat seemed to radiate through her belly.  She tried
to lift herself to alleviate the intense pressure inside her womanly being,
but the man pressed harder on the swollen trigger.  He rolled the clit in
the abundant juices and her hips jumped when a spasm rocked her fragile
confidence.

   The picture of animal lust and desire brought out numerous shouts of
encouragement from the onlookers, as they voiced their approval.  The man
abruptly yanked the delicate clitty outward and continued rolling it around
and around, as he pumped his hips with the tempo of a madman.  The intense
heat and the walls of Doris' vagina clamped tightly around his thick cock
and the man relished being in complete control.  "I better feel that sexy
ass pushing back at me...  or else!"

   Another threat and Doris simply justified her actions by telling herself
she was saving her husband.  She was overwhelmed by ruthless desire and
felt like a slut when she pushed her hips back to meet the man's pounding.
Suddenly a violent spasm shot through her loins and her emotions roared to
the next level.  Her breathing became very ragged and she somehow sucked
the big cock deeper.  The man's hips thrust faster and it was evident to
everyone in the room that he was about to blow his load into the washroom
slut.

   The rest was scripted by the devil and Doris merely accepted her fate
without even a pithy struggle.  Two strangers silently slipped into the
cramped space beside her heaving torso and each grabbed a handful of
swaying titty.  She was vaguely aware that callused hands fondled her
hanging boobs, as they roughly squeezed the hardened nipples.

   One second Doris felt like her struggles were doing some good, but then
a sudden explosion went off deep inside her loins.  Her special juices
coated the thick cock, which enable the man to pump faster, and the end
came in a hurry.  The stranger thrust forward with everything he had and
let go a powerful blast, as he filled her cavity with hot cum.  His abrupt
display of force took Doris by surprise when he grabbed a big handful of
her hair.  He jerked her head up and backwards at the same time, which put
a severe arch in her spine.

   The man leaned over and put his lips next to her ear.  "Slut!  Push that
cunt back at me.  Show me...  show me you're a slut.  Push...  push," he
whispered and made it sound demanding.  "I get the last dance, or else! 
Fuck me or I'll let every pervert in the place fuck your slutty ass."

   There was no recourse and Doris lost the battle.  She knew the telltale
signs of lust were raking her body and that her husband would witness his
wife experience another damning orgasm in a sleazy washroom.  It seemed
like hours yet it was only minutes before the sweaty bodies slowly came to
a standstill.  Doris was pinned between the man and the countertop and she
had to wait until he withdrew his imposing pecker before she could move.

   There was an immediate flurry of activity when the various men came back
to their senses.  Someone mentioned there was a big lineup of men wanting
to get into the washroom and that someone probably called the cops because
they heard a woman scream.  One of the men suggested everyone should get
while the getting was good and all of the men quickly agreed.  Every man
straightened his clothes and gave Doris a parting smile, as their
expression begged her forgiveness.

   The last man to ravage Doris tucked in his shirt and even managed to
hand her the discarded bra and blouse.  "Thanks for the 'Last Dance' and
you better put these on or you'll be in here all night," he whispered. 
"You answered a dream of mine and I have to admit that this was the
raunchiest fuck ever."

   In a matter of seconds, Doris was left standing at the sinks with her
husband who had retrieved the rest of her clothes.  She dressed in record
time and didn't have time to say anything to Randy, as they exited the
men's washroom.  They hurried past many men whose jaws dropped at the sight
of a sexy woman who appeared distraught.  Doris sobbed uncontrollably and
Randy had his arm around her shoulders.  Randy guided her past the men and
out of the nightclub to their car, where he quickly opened the back door.

   Doris sort of staggered and grabbed her husband's arm for support. 
"But...  but," she whispered, with a questioning look on her face.

   Randy pushed her into the backseat and quickly got in behind her.  "I'm
too horny...  can't wait," he uttered.  "Watching those bastards fuck you
was the greatest turn-on."

   "But...  but?"

   "Oh fuck...  I got the biggest hardon watching them fuck you."

   "But here...  in the backseat?"

   "Damn right!  I can't wait.  I need to fuck you right now!"

   Doris wiped her tears away and she was very thankful that her husband
wasn't upset with her.  Her arms went around his neck and the embrace
quickly grew heated and desperate, as her only concern was to satisfy
Randy's raging desire.  Doris felt like a teenager again and she would
forever remember the backseat affair because it was the first time she
actually faked it.  Her husband was known for his limited stamina, but the
sordid washroom affair compounded the problem, as the intercourse lasted
virtually no time at all.

   THE END Please email me with any comments or suggestions as I always
appreciate it when I hear from readers.  dawnharvey1958@hotmail.com


   

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