Username: dirtykarianne Date: 10-10-2011 20:34:16 Mood: horny Music:

I left the house and drove about 15 miles to an area that is predominantly black. After driving around the side streets for a while I saw what looked like the ideal place. It was a scruffy little bar with dark dirty windows, loud music thumping through the open door and a sign that said pool tables. I parked the car a little way down the street and and sat there shivering, thinking that I must have gone mad. Part of me wanted to start the car and drive straight home but the other half wanted a little danger and excitement. I stepped out of the car and realised what a warm night it was so I decided to leave my jacket in the car and just took my handbag. I locked the car and glanced around me. The street was dark but I could see there was nobody about, so I walked back towards the noisy bar, and hesitated outside the open door. There was another door just inside which was half open but I could see nothing past that so I took a deep breath, pushed it open and walked inside. The air was heavy with smoke but the music wasn't quite as loud as I had expected. I looked straight ahead as I walked towards a large space at the bar but even so I couldn't help noticing the stares from the tables in the shadows along both walls. I stopped at the bar, dropped my bag onto a stool next to me and nervously glanced around. Everbody was staring at me and it soon became clear I was the only white person here. Not only that but I was the only female too. Suddenly I realised this was a big mistake, but I couldn't just turn round and walk back out. The bar-tender turned to face me and the surprise was clear in his face. Trying to hide my uneasiness I quickly ordered a Vodka and coke and fumbled in my purse for the money. As I pulled out a note, some change spilled out and scattered onto the floor around my feet. The barman grinned at me and I handed him the note, then bent down to retrieve my change. As I bent over I felt my dress ride up my thighs slightly and suddenly felt like acting like the slut. I bent over a little more, revealing my stocking tops to anyone behind me, then got down on my knees on the dirty carpet and reached under the stool for some of my change, pushing my ass in the air, sure that my dress had ridden right up and knowing there were loads of black guys looking at my ass with the little white G-string pulled tight between my cheeks. I collected all of the coins, got to my feet and modestly pulled the hem of my dress back down my thighs. As the barman handed me my drink two men appeared at the bar, one either side of me or very close. I nervously raised the drink to my lips and took a sip when suddenly I felt a hand on my ass and I froze. The man on my right leaned close and whispered in my ear "Hi sexy. We haven’t seen you in here before. What’s your name?" The hand started to gently rub and squeeze my ass as I swallowed hard and quietly answered: "Karianne." The man on my left leaned close and said " Well Karianne, there’s only one reason a pretty white girl like you comes in here." "Why’s that?" I asked stupidly, still looking straight ahead. "Black Cock!" he answered. My hand started to shake and I quickly put the drink down on the bar as I felt the hand on my ass slip down to the hem of my dress and lift it slightly, then warm fingers rubbing my bare cheeks. I was frozen with fear, my heart thudding in my chest. The man on my right said "Another vodka for the lady, make it a double!" "No I’m fine..." I started to protest and turned to look up at him for the first time. He grinned down at me and said "You sure are, Karianne!" as his hand gently squeezed my ass. I realized another drink might be a good thing, under the circumstances, and quickly swallowed the rest of my first drink as the barman put the next in front of me. The man to my left said "You better stick with us Karianne, there’s some bad guys in here, well look after you" I nodded slightly and took the next drink from the bar, lifted it to my lips, threw my head back and swallowed it all. As I replaced it on the bar I noticed the man to my right gesture at my glass and the barman immediately re-filled it. I thought to myself maybe if I just had a couple of drinks then made my excuses I could get away from these two and ID make sure I never did anything this stupid ever again! But somehow I just knew it would not be that easy. The guy on my left took my left hand and asked "So where’s your husband tonight Karianne?" I realized he was looking at my wedding ring and a lie quickly formed in my mind as I said "He’s coming to pick me up soon." He let go of my hand and chuckled. "Yeah, yeah, sure he is! Well look after you till he gets here then." I realized what a stupid thing ID said as I took the next drink from the bar and gulped it down hoping it would reduce the embarrassment. I realized I was pretty tipsy now and groaned as the barman re-filled my glass again. I reached forward and put both hands on the bar to steady myself. The man to my right leaned closer and said "I love your dress Karianne. What’s it made of?" It seemed like an absurd thing to say and I laughed a little as I replied "No idea!" Suddenly he grabbed the bottom of the dress and pulled it right up to my waist exposing my ass to everyone in the bar behind me, then slipped his arm round my waist and whispered in my ear "Do not worry Karianne, were all friends in here." Both my hands tightened on the edge of the bar and my heart thudded in my chest as I felt another hand on my ass, stroking and squeezing. I heard a few whistles and murmurs of approval from around the darkness of the Smokey bar as the man next to me kissed my neck and said "Let’s go through the back, Karianne." He took my right hand in his and led me from the bar towards a frosted glass door marked "Pool" I managed to pull the hem of my little dress back down modestly with my left hand as he opened the door and led me through. I felt even more apprehensive as I went in because I was moving further away from the front door - my only means of escape! The pool room was just as dark as the front bar except where it was punctuated by the sharp glow from the lights above the two pool tables. The man sat me down at a small table in the corner and I a saw there were only two other men in this room. They both stopped playing pool and were looking at me with knowing grins. The other man who had been with us at the bar entered then, carrying a tray of drinks, which he placed on our table. He handed me what looked like a coke but when I took a sip it had a funny taste. I put it back on the tray and the man gave me a vicious stare then said "I just paid good money for that, bitch!" tears started to well up in my eyes and I took the glass back and emptied it. He grinned at me and said "Good girl Karianne" then took my hand and led me to the pool table where nobody was playing. He put some money in the slot and the balls dropped down. As he started to arrange the balls he asked "You play pool Karianne?" "Not much." I replied. "I bet you like playing with balls though." he laughed. I said nothing, just gripped the edge of the table for support - what the hell was in that drink? He told me to take the first shot and as I bent over the table the other guy called from the corner "Hey Karianne, what’s this for?" I looked back to where he was sitting and saw he had the contents of my bag spread out on the table in front of him and was holding up the tube of KY jelly with a silly grin on his face

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