Hafida's Gangbang by the w0odwizard

We'd been out again, but this time I'd avoided The Fridge, and Joey and Freddie. We went to another place, a pub just off Electric Avenue. True to form, my exotic little wife got drunk, but this time with no music or dancing, she managed to keep her knickers on.

I struggled to get her to a cab office in Electric Avenue but when we got there and I asked for a cab, I was told we'd have to wait. Hafida said she had to pee, and the taxi despatcher says there is a toilet in the back, so I take her into the back room where there are five drivers sitting round a table drinking coffee.

The toilet is in one corner of the room and Hafida goes into the little cubicle. She closes the door behind her, but it does not close properly and swings slowly open. She is so drunk she doesn't realise what has happened. All the guys in the room watch as she hitches up her skirt, drops her panties, and sits down. They all look at me, and one says,

'Hey man, don't you mind other guys seeing what they want of your woman?' I feel a little embarrassed by his rebuke.
'Sorry, I'll close the door....' and as an afterthought '....if it bothers you...'
'Hell no! I ain't complaining, just askin'!' He grins at his mates, and they all laugh.
'I'm not the jealous type. Not possessive like some.' I reply. He eyes me and asks,
'You mean don't mind me lookin' then?'
'Not at all! Look all you want!'
'You mind me touchin' though, huh?' Now this is an interesting turn of events, I think to myself.
'Not really, quite enjoy watching as it happens....'
They all exchange glances, and all of us turn our eyes to Hafida, who is now leaning back against the cistern, eyes closed, mouth slightly open, apparently asleep.
'You think I should check to see if she's OK?' He asks in a tentative tone, a hopeful look on his face.
'Probably be a good idea!, she has had a lot to drink.' I say to him.

He gets up and goes over to the loo. He stands in front of Hafida, turns to us with a huge lecherous smile and says,
'There's gonna one of two possible outcomes here! Either she'll scream, or we get a real interestin' evening! She's prob'ly gonna scream her head off. But let's give it a whirl anyways!'

The tall black man reaches down and takes Hafida's hands in his. Her eyes slowly open.
'Hey, Lady, it ain't good to sleep in here!' He smiles at her and she stares blankly at him. He pulls her up into a standing position, and her (ankle length) skirt falls down to cover her legs. Her panties though, are still around her ankles.
'Come over and have a coffee with me an' the guys. It's OK! Your old man's here!' Hafida's head slowly turns to take in the room. She gazes at me for a second and then begins to walk over to the table, but as I said, her panties are still around her ankles. She tries to take a step, but trips and falls into the arms of the tall black guy who helped her up. He stands her up again, and says,
'Just wait a minute, let's get these out of the way, shall we?' He bends down and lifts up her right foot, putting it down again clear of her knickers. He repeats the process with the left one. Picking up the flimsy garment, he tosses it to me.
'Reckon these won't be needed for a while.'
Of the seven faces in the room, six of them break into big smiles. The seventh, Hafida's, just gazes around as if in a trance. Which is probably as good a description of her condition as you could get. Very shakily she is manoeuvred over to the table by the tall guy. As they make their way over to us, I see him looking behind her back and doing something with one hand.

When they are two yards away from the table, he says,
'Hey, give me a hand here will yuh?' One of the others, a much shorter, fatter man, jumps up and is by Hafida's side in a twinkling. Hafida stares at the man for a long time, as though trying to figure out who he is. The tall guy however, motions to his friend to stand behind her. He moves behind her and his eyes drop down to Hafida's waist. A smile spreads across his face. Standing in front of her, the tall guy asks,
'What's your name, lady?' When she answers her speech is slow and slurred and she sways slightly.
'Hafida.'
'You from Pakistani, or somethin'?' The expression on her face doesn't change. Still swaying slightly, she replies.
'Maroc'. I Arab.' His smile is gently and disarming as he says,
'Well Hafida, I ain't never had an A-rab lady before....you gonna be my first one! Ain't that wonderful?!' For the first time, her face shows some sort of expression.
'Firsh won? Firsh won wha'?' He nods to the fat guy, and then, starting at the top, begins to undo the buttons of her blouse.
'Wha' you doin'?' she demands in an outraged tone. As Hafida lifts her hands to stop him, the guy behind her unclips her skirt and it falls to the floor.

There is a sharp intake of breath. Her knickers are in my pocket so as her skirt drops, her neat and hairless pussy comes into view. She instinctively covers her private parts with her hands, enabling the tall guy to continue undoing her buttons. In a second he is holding her blouse open to expose her lacy white bra.
'Doing? I shoulda thought that was kinda obvious, darlin'! I'm strippin' off these lovely clothes o' yours....an' to save you askin' anymo' questions, the nex' thing I'm gonna do...' Hafida's eyes drop down as he undoes his trousers and pushes them to the floor '....is to invite you to give us guys a good time....know what I mean?'

Her eyes grow wider as his uncircumcised black cock, springs into view. It is not so thick, but is growing to an impressive length. He steps out of his trousers, and slowly pulls back his foreskin. The knob end is fat and dark brown. The crowning glory of his nine inch cock. Hafida stares at it. Not
being one to miss an opportunity, the fat guy reaches up to Hafida's shoulders and in one quick movement pulls her blouse down to her waist, bringing her arms with it so he can finish removing the garment completely. She turns around to look at him, and begins to say something to him, but as soon as her back is to him, the tall guy deftly unhooks her bra, causing her to turn yet again.

The sudden movements cause her to sway violently, and the fat guy has to grab her shoulders to stop her falling over. Her blouse drops to the floor. She staggers a little, and her bra slips off her breasts and down her arms. The tall guy reaches for the dangling garment and pulls it free from her arms.

Hafida stands in the centre of the room, her long jet black hair tumbling over her shoulders, her firm young breasts proud and defiant, with their dark brown nipples erect and straining forwards. Poor sozzled Hafida has been stripped completely naked, and has been unable to do anything about it!

'My, my! You quite a beauty, ain't yuh?' the tall guy comments. His leering colleagues all nod in agreement. One or two of them have already undone their trousers and have their penises in their hands. Hafida looks around at them. The fat guy has removed his trousers and is slowly masturbating his cock. It's not so long as the tall guy's, but what it lacks in length it makes up for with width.
'You ready yet, babe?' He asks her. A look of bewilderment covers her face. She stares around the room. The tall guy takes her by the wrists and leads her to the table. He gently pushes her against the end of it.
'Ready?' Hafida repeats stupidly. It's as though she doesn't know what's going to happen. The tall guy runs his hands over her breasts. He moves closer to her, his cock pressing against her belly.

'I reckon you need a little help to get comfortable. Don't you, boys?' Willing hands take her by the arms and legs, others support her back as they lift her onto the table, knocking over a plastic cup full of vending machine coffee as they do so. Hafida's bottom comes to rest in a puddle of Nescafe. The two guys holding her legs lift them up and open, tilting her backwards so she has to support herself with her elbows placed on the table behind her.

The tall guy moves between her thighs and grasps her hips with his hands. He pulls her towards him. She glides along the table, her buttocks lubricated by the coffee. Her legs bend as she moves forward, and she comes to rest with her bottom hanging over the end of the table, her legs still held apart by the two grinning volunteers.

....to be continued....