She was already fucked-up drunk when she stumbled back from the bathroom — short black dress riding high, mascara smudged, giggling at nothing. Her name might’ve been Mia, nobody really cared. The three guys at the corner table had been watching her sway and laugh for the last hour.
“Bet she’s soaked already,” the bald one muttered, finishing his beer.
They didn’t even need to try hard. She flopped onto the cracked leather booth between them like she belonged there. “You guys are cuuute,” she slurred, head lolling against the shoulder of the biggest one — the one with the neck tattoos.
Within minutes hands were everywhere.
One shoved under her dress, found no panties, just slick cunt already dripping down her thighs. “Fucking hell, she’s drenched,” he laughed, fingers sliding in knuckle-deep without warning. She gasped, hips jerking forward on instinct.
The bald guy yanked the thin straps of her dress down, tits spilling out. Small, hard nipples. He pinched one viciously while the third man forced her jaw open and shoved two fingers in her mouth. “Suck like it’s dick, slut.”
She did — sloppy, drooling, eyes half-closed.
They didn’t bother moving to the bathroom. Right there in the dim corner booth, tattoo-neck pulled his cock out — thick, already leaking — and guided her head down. She gagged instantly but didn’t fight; just let him fuck her throat in short, mean thrusts while the other two took turns fingering her open, stretching her with three fingers now, then four.
“Loose little bar whore,” one sneered as her cunt made wet sucking noises around his hand.
They flipped her onto all fours across the bench. Dress bunched around her waist like a belt. Bald guy went first — slammed in balls-deep in one brutal stroke. She yelped, then moaned loud enough that a couple people nearby glanced over and then quickly looked away.
He fucked her hard, hips slapping, calling her a dumb drunk cumdump while she shook and dripped onto the cracked vinyl. The second guy took her mouth again, holding her hair like reins. The third just jerked himself off watching, occasionally smearing pre-cum across her cheek.
They rotated.
Cock after cock.
Cunt, mouth, hand — didn’t matter.
She came twice without permission, shaking and whining around whatever was in her throat. Each time they laughed and fucked her harder.
When they finished they didn’t even pull out properly.
First guy unloaded deep inside her spasming pussy.
Second guy painted her face and open mouth.
Third just came on her lower back, thick ropes sliding down her ass crack.
They zipped up, left a twenty on the table “for the mess,” and walked out laughing.
She stayed slumped there another ten minutes — dress still hiked up, cum leaking out of her, face sticky, breathing slow — before the bartender finally came over and told her to get the fuck out before last call.
She just smiled dopily, legs trembling, and tried to stand.
Nobody helped her to the door.
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