A hard choice for Darlene

Darlene looked around and tried to clear her head. She finally realized that she was in some dirty, foul public men's room. She was naked, cum-covered; her purse with her car keys and clothing were nowhere to be seen.

She heard voices. At least two men were approaching. Darlene hurried into one of the stalls, locked the door, and lifted herself up onto the dirty toilet. She tried to make herself invisible.

"I don't see any whore in here, Charlie." The men had entered the resttoom.

"Damn," a second man grumbled, "that college kid promised that there was a hot bitch looking for fucking in here. I guess he was shitting a couple of hick truckers."

"Hey, Charlie," the first voice had stopped right in front of Darlene's stall, "look at this!" His foot hit the flimsy stall door slamming it open. "I think we got us a pussy!"

"Please.... don't hurt me...." Darlene cowered in the back of the stall.

"Hurt you," the first man grabbed Darlene's arm and pulled her out into the center of the restroom. "We ain't gonna hurt you."

"No, lady," the second man pressed up again Darlene, "we're gonna give you what that college boy said you were begging for."

"So, lady," the first man grabbed his jeans right at his cock, "you want to fuck in here or you want to come back to our clean, warm, comfortable truck?"