Hannah watched the sex-haired woman next to her in fascination and bewilderment; she had heard of the rumors regarding the nightclub—that essentially it was a place where one-night stands and freaky action were constantly transpiring—but, personally she had yet to sense anything remotely sexual in the atmosphere—aside, naturally, from the semi-drunk dirty dancing.
She fixed her makeup and hair on the mirror above the sink, adjusted her tank top—her decision to go braless now had its visible effect—and walked toward the restroom exit; at that moment, however, as she stood in the small space between the men's and women's section of the shared restroom, she saw two guys at the urinal—which stood parallel to the entrance.
Involuntarily, her gaze dropped down to their package; her heart raced, as she so openly stared at their dangling meats, and she flicked her long hair back, when one of them glimpsed at her and then purposefully lifted his soft yet long dick.
She stood breathless, as both men now took notice of her and remained by the urinal, despite having finished their business, gently stroking their cocks, letting more blood to flow through their south region; as they began slowly to grow, Hannah's heart banged hard against her chest and a faint trembling arose in her hands.
Whether it was the drinks she had insofar had, or the woman that had stood next to her on the sink, she could not tell, but, she did not walk away, as she would have normally had; she simply remained in her position staring at the hardening cocks and their grinning owners.
They were rock-hard and still stroking softly, their smiles and winks openly inviting Hannah to approach, to...what? She took two hesitant steps toward them, excitement rising within her as she noticed their widened grins.
"Come here," the man nearest to her said, when he grabbed her from the arm and pulled her close to him; he rubbed his erect member on her leather pants, while the other came from behind her and firmly grabbed her breasts over her tank top.
Hannah groaned, as their hands explored her body, groping and fondling indiscreetly, their hard rods on her body. Her top was lifted over her breasts and the man in front of her took her nipples in his mouth, sucking and biting; then, she was pushed, rather forcefully, down to her knees.
Both cocks were rubbed on her face and in her hair, she tasted piss and sweat on the shafts that were being slapped against her half-open lips and slightly protruding tongue; rough hands squeezed and twisted her melon-breasts, as Hannah felt more and more at a complete loss, deeply enjoying the situation, despite the growing sensation of helplessness.
One of the men jerked her hair backwards hard and her mouth opened wide in an aghast cry of pain, which allowed the man immediately to shove his cock in her mouth; her gag reflex kicked in, as the cock was driven down her throat inconsiderably and Hannah had to struggle against the sudden urge to vomit.
Throatfucked hard, while still fondled by the other, Hannah had nowhere to go; there was no way out and she could not accept she was so thoroughly enjoying the wild sensations that had overwhelmed her body and mind. Her mouth was stretched, as both heads were now in her mouth; down on her knees on a dirty restroom floor that reeked of urine and sex, with her mouth wide open and her jaw already sore, she could not comprehend why she derived such intense pleasure out of the whole situation, yet, her pussy was already wet and her hand had found its way under her tight pants, rubbing her clit.
"Shit," she heard someone say and caught a glimpse of a long-haired man with a glass of bourbon in his hand at the restroom's entrance, staring at them in fascination. "Don't let me bother you, I'll just..." he whipped his cock out at the urinal and let out a prolonged sigh as the sound of piss hitting the metal surface filled the room.
The men did not stop, nor hesitate; they took turns with Hannah's mouth, driving their rods down her throat, their balls slapping hard against her jaw. The third man finished his business, washed his hands, and walked out without a word uttered; yet, his momentary presence brought further thrill on Hannah's mind, by reminding her of the public nature of the situation.
"She's fucking loving it, man!" One man said to the other and pointed at Hannah's crotch; she was rubbing herself furiously, a wet spot had appeared on her pants.
"Come on, let's give the slut what she really wants," the other replied with a wide grin; they lifted her up and in seconds she found herself facefirst against the wall, her exposed breasts squeezed against the dirty, cold wall.
