A darkened corner one room over

Their idea of privacy ended up not being so private after all. You were pressed against the wall of some dark corner just one room over. Though it was all a blur, you could actually see people dancing still. You were certain that they would be able to see you as well.

"That a girl," you heard one of the guy's breath into your ear. The other guy grabbed both your wrists, holding them tight above your head. The first guy quickly pushed your skirt up. His hand went straight for the prize, cupping your mound through your still wet panties. "Mm, I think she is ready for a good fucking," he said, mistaking the dampness from the previous **** for arousal.

You shook your head in response. Or, at least, you think you shook your head. You really were not sure. If you did, then they either did not see, or did not care. The one holding your hands started to kiss your neck now. His lips were firm. He almost drew blood when he reached and bit your collar bone. You gasped in pain, but again these two mistook it, thinking you were getting off on all of this.

The first guy now had your panties pushed aside and was stroking two of his fingers in and out of your pussy. Your hips bucked a little and encouraged him to be rougher. "I think this chick is digging it," he laughed, his fingers like a piston. Again, you tried to shake your head. Again, you were ignored.

"Hey, I want a piece," the guy pinning you to the wall said. The other guy stopped fingering you and turned to look at him. "You'll get your piece. But I get her pussy first. I found her, after all."

"No, don't," you finally manage to get out, regaining your senses enough to protest. The guy who was fingering you then turned to look at you. There was something in his eyes now that scared you. You could tell he was too worked up by this point.

The pause was long. Long enough that you honestly thought he was going to back off. Especially since he did not slide his fingers back inside you. But then he spoke. "Cover her mouth." Your heart stopped and you started to scream, but before you could, the other guy moved one hand and cupped it over your mouth. His other hand was apparently more than enough to keep your wrists pinned.

Then it happened in a flash. Your wide, panic-filled eyes looked beyond your two new assailants, out onto the dance floor with all the people partying. You could have sworn some of them were looking straight back at you as you felt the hard cock **** its way into your body. You screamed against the guy's hand, but it did not stop his friend from fucking you against the wall.

His cock seemed larger than what you felt on the dance floor. It was throbbing out of control. He pulled out and thrust back in over and over at a speed that you could not keep up with. Your eyes eventually rolled up into your head as it all became too unbearable. Your legs naturally spread around him, submitting. Though you had been straining your wrists earlier to try and break free of his friend's grasp, your wrists now went limp.

Over and over, he slammed you against the wall. You knew people saw. They probably thought you were just some slut. And why not? This is the second time you were fucking someone tonight. The second time someone took you, claimed you. Someone other than your boyfriend. A tear drop ran from your eye just as he exploded inside of you.

There was a brief silence as he stayed pressed against you, his cock slowly softening, his cum dripping from your inner thigh. Then he pulled away, zipped up, and changed places with his friend. His friend proceeded to do the same exact thing to you. By this point, you were starting to feel sore. At the same time, you felt the familiar pang of orgasm lurking about. Such a **** orgasm. But it was there.

Needless to say, by the time the second guy started to cum inside you--he seemed to last forever compared to the first--your body was writhing. Your eyes, still teary, were glazed over. Your pussy was clamping down on his cock like a vice. Put simply, you had an orgasm right along with him.

When they released you, you slumped to the floor. Your panties were around your ankles. Your skirt was still pushed up some. Your hair was a mess, and your breathing was hectic. You looked up and were met with leering eyes. They stared. You wanted to run away but was not sure you had the energy to do so.