The boys take you into the men's room

"B... Bathroom!" you gasp, their stimulating fingers inadvertantly rubbing at your urethra, reminding you that you forgot to go before leaving for the movie. Besides, you could use the time away from them to collect your thoughts.

"Great idea!" they say, though you can't figure out why they're so enthusiastic about it. You also don't notice them start undoing the bows holding your little halter top on, or the fingers that have been slowly tugging down the skintight miniskirt.

"Thank God!" you breath as you enter the tiled area, wrinkling your nose at the smell. Obviously this place's seedy look extended to the bathrooms. After a moment you realize the men haven't let up their rubbing and have followed you in. The next moment you spot the urinals.

"What? This isn't the ladies' room!"

"Like we'd go into the woman's room?" one of them scoffs, and it finally penetrates your lusty mind that they'd intended to fuck you all along.

Your mouth opens, whether to protest, scream or ask for it you'll never know.

The man in front of you takes that as an invitation and mashes his lips against yours, thrusting his tongue past your lips. Dimly you realize your top is gone, and you feel the skirt being tugged down.

A squeal escapes your lips as your feet leave the ground, then your boots are tugged off one by one. They toss the boots in the garbage with your purse and toss your skirt and top into a stall.

As your bare feet touch the cold tiles you hear the sound of zippers, and feel your gut clench. Jacob could arrive at any moment and he won't know where you are. And with you in the men's room he could walk right in and...

Dammit, is your pussy wet?!?

"Damn she's wet!" one of the boys exclaimed, confirming your fear.

As if reading your mind another says, "God what a slut!"

"Yeah well, we know what to with sluts, right?"

You let out a defeated moan as the man at your lips pulls his from yours, letting you see them grin at each other, in ragged chorus saying, "Fuck the bitch!"

"Look, she's groaning 'cause she likes it!"

"Please..." you try to say, trying to protest. You hadn't come here to get fucked... well, you did, but it was supposed to be your boyfriend fucking you, not a bunch of strangers.

"Shut up and fuck like a good little bitch. We know you want it." you're told, punctuated by a slap on your juicy pussy.

"Oh!"

"Like that? Have some more!" he says, and slaps you again. His slaps continue, starting light and getting heavier, and to your shame you feel your clit begin to reach out at each blow, your body pumping more blood into your engorged labia to create a greater cushion for his blows.

The area between your legs turns red and each blow stings worse, but at the same time your whimpers turn into cries and your crotch starts to move before each blow. Not away, as your mind is trying to tell you, as the pain makes you want, but towards each stinging open-palmed slap.