She walked into the wrong bar on the wrong night. Thats how it started. The place was dark, loud, packed with men who didnt hide the way they looked at her. Married, dressed like shed just left a dinner party, she was clearly out of place. They noticed. Three of them approached first, big, broad-shouldered, skin dark as night, eyes already undressing her. She tried to leave. They didnt let her.
They dragged her into the back room while the music kept playing. Hands everywhere at once. Her blouse was ripped open, buttons scattering. One of them shoved her face down over a table. Another yanked her skirt up and her panties aside. The first cock that pushed into her was thick, black, and relentless. She cried out, but the sound was swallowed by the room. He fucked her hard from behind, no warm-up, just raw force, stretching her married pussy around that heavy shaft.
More hands held her down. Another man stepped up, unzipped, and fed his cock into her mouth. She gagged as it hit the back of her throat. They took turns, rotating, using her like she was there for exactly this. One after another slammed into her cunt while she was forced to suck the next. Cum leaked down her thighs before the first round even finished. They flipped her onto her back on the table, legs spread wide. A different cock, even thicker, drove straight into her. She felt every inch, the way it forced her open, the heavy balls slapping against her ass with each thrust.
They talked dirty the whole time. Take that black dick, white bitch. Your husbands wife getting wrecked. This pussy was made for real cocks. She tried to fight at first, but the constant pounding wore her down. Her body betrayed her, getting wetter, slicker, making it easier for them to fuck her deeper. One man climbed onto the table and straddled her chest, sliding his cock between her tits while another kept pounding her. They used every hole. When one pulled out of her ass, another was ready to replace him.
The gangbang went on for what felt like hours. They came inside her, on her face, across her tits. Thick ropes of cum painted her skin while fresh cocks kept sliding into her stretched, dripping holes. She lost count of how many loads she took. Her voice was hoarse from moaning and screaming. By the end she was limp on the table, legs still spread, pussy and ass swollen and leaking, face glazed. They left her there like that, used up and marked.
She eventually made it home, sore, marked, and changed.
Her husband never knew why she came back so late that night, but she never stopped thinking about those black cocks and the way they had taken her.
