Someone joins you

You moan and writhe as his fingers start to probe you and his mouth continues to ravish yours. You feel tremendously excited, your heat fueled by **** and the touch of his hands and flesh. More than anything, you want him to take you somewhere private and fuck you silly, satisfy the burning lust in your pussy. It's dark in this back corner of the bar, but not so dark that no one with eyes can't see what's going on.

"Mmmm, take me somewhere Jeremy," you moan, "Take me someplace and fuck me. I need you, baby." His only answer is to devour your mouth again, his fingers sliding between your swollen labia, slipping into your drenched flesh as you squirm with needy delight. Your own hand fondles his crotch, feeling the hard swelling in his jeans, squeezing him softly, wanting it inside you. He's driving you crazy with desire, and you need him to take you, even if it's out in an alley to fuck you against a wall.

Suddenly you feel another set of hands on you, pushing your skirt up over your ass. You moan in surprise and turn your head to look over your shoulder. Another man is there, pressing against you, his hands roaming over your body. You start to wriggle away in protest, but Jeremy holds you tight, his strength much greater than yours.

"It's just my friend Terry," he tells you. "He's cool. We share everything." He turns your face back to his and once again devours your mouth. Terry's hands squeeze your tits, rolling your stiff nipples through your clothing. You struggle a bit, whining in protest against Jeremy's mouth, but held helpless between the two men.

And your body isn't any help at all. It's loving the attention of male hands fondling and probing and caressing, the wet heat of Jeremy's mouth on yours, and now the biting of Terry's mouth on your shoulder. You're writhing, but now it's as much in lust as in protest, your pussy incandescent with desire. You feel Terry's hands on your panties, tugging at them, then ripping them at the seams and pulling them away from you. You gasp into Jeremy's mouth, half terrified, half overcome with excited need.

You can feel Terry's hands fumbling behind you, knowing that he's freeing his cock, realizing that he plans to fuck you right here in the booth while Jeremy holds you, where people can see if they look. You face flames with shame and with a last attempt at control you try to pull away, free yourself from the two commanding men.