the ordeal continues

The smaller of the two who approached me grinned and looked at through large, dark sunglasses. He wore a basketball jersey and sagging jeans shorts. "Please, don't..." I muttered, looking passed him.

"Okay, goddammit, jus' give me a little room. Damn!" I heard the waitress say with a giggle. "Slow now. Slow." she said as a the thick cock started to slide into her ass. He wasn't covering her mouth, she was biting his hand to distract herself from the pain. Her long, smooth legs pulling the man on top of her deeper into herself. Did she really give herself over that fast? No, I decided. This had probably happened to her enough times that she just learned how to tolerate it.

The bride, on the other hand, was not fairing so well. Strong hands held either side of her head as she was being roughly face fucked. One of the black women from the back table was taking pictures of it on her cell phone. The gargling from her throat and liquid squish squish squish from her pussy competed with the juke box, now playing a bass heavy gangsta rap song.

A heavy, strong hand roughly grabbing my breasts brought my attention back to the man in front of me. He grinned as he roughly pulled the V neck down over my shoulders and reached under my bra to lift my breasts out. I felt the thick, erect cock of the main behind me pressing against my thigh through his jeans. "Dem's some nice ones you got babydoll." The man said, taking my right nipple into his mouth. I whimpered as he sucked it to painfully sensitive erectness before moving on to the other one. He left hand snaked down to the hem of my skirt.

I averted my eyes and overheard one of the women in the back say into her cell phone. "Yeah, they got a couple white women down here. They just gettin' started but the two are pretty fine, so by the time you and your boys get here, there should be an openin' or two." Another one at the table was now taking pictures of me on her phone, and sending them to God knows who.

"You in for a long night, babydoll. You can either take you' cue from Tisha over there, or from the bride." The man said.

I looked over at the waitress vigorously bucking up and down on the cock in her ass. A well muscled black was kissing her neck and groping her heavy breasts as the one below her ran his hands down her smooth, slim torso. She was shuddering, mouth open, eyes closed, as the two fucking her pounded into her like thick, black pistons. The bride's face was covered in cum just as turned my attention to her. She gasped for breath, but her mouth was quickly filled again.

I felt his hand cup the warmth of sex, and his finger slide along the edge of my panties to the soft, pink flesh beneath. I looked over at the black girls in the corner, the ones taking pictures. It took me a second to realize it, but one of them was one of my coworkers in a straight wig! I knew then that I was on my own, and that I'd been set up for this.

"So, what will it be?" he said, sliding the finger up and down my slit, coating it with my wetness. I bit my lip...