Toilet fuck in Edinburgh, held by strippers SeXStoRY

The noise inside hit you in the face as we opened the door, the jukebox blaring out loud, how anyone could hold a conversation in here was beyond me. The place was crowded, mostly men, drinking heavily and appearing to be in an agitated state, their glaring stares as I pushed through them, combined with their coarse remarks, as to what they would do to me if only, their final comments tapering off as I pushed inside to find a table. We eventually found a table at the back of the room, as most of the men were up at the bar, so we sat down and I took my coat off, drawing some wolf whistles in the process, my older boyfriend's smile indicating his choice of my attire being correct, I ignored his triumphant glee, and sat down on the dirty red upholstered seat. The music suddenly stopped and an old lady with a microphone started talking, she was introducing the first girl, with a warning to keep her knickers on or she would be thrown out into the street, if she even tried to violate that strict rule. I looked across to my boyfriend, 'You never said this was a strip pub', I shouted above the din, now I knew why I was jostled and verbally abused as I pushed in amongst the men, they were horny and expectant, probably thinking I was one of the act. 'It's not', he said into my ear, 'Only on Thursday nights', he continued as he went off to the bar to order our drinks. I looked around the pub, a little haven off the foot of Leith Walk in Edinburgh, down towards the harbour, so I suspect most of these men would be seamen, and as the first girl climbed atop the bar, to the raucous cheer from the men looking up at her, I suspected she could be a prostitute, masquerading as a professional exotic dancer, not that the men at her feet cared, they just wanted to see her as nature intended. I smiled wryly to myself, sitting at the back and studying the men's reactions as she gyrated and teased, I could count in access of fifty men, probably all thinking the same thing, keen to give her one, the thought excited me as a woman, and I involuntarily squeezed my stockinged legs tightly, my boyfriend had dropped me into this highly charged environment, and I also notice men were looking back at me, as I casually studied them. My boyfriend returned with the drinks, a double G and T for me, which I downed rather too quickly, 'What do you think about the show', he asked me, the alcohol firing my imagination, relaxing me and warming my libido, something I suspect was his intention, 'The stripper does nothing for me', I retorted, lifting my empty to my lips as I said so, to emphasize my need for a refill. I did not need to wait long as a man walked up to the table and put another large Gin and little Tonic down in front of me, 'For the Lady', he remarked, his broad smile in contrast to his manly appearance, he smiled like a boy, shy and insecure, but the cheer from the bar from his friends, made it look as if he lost the bet and had to come over and offer it to me. I laughed as they cheered at him, and in an offer of acceptance, raised my glass and took a deep mouthful and swallowed, it was only then I realizes the disproportionate amount of Gin to Tonic, and I coughed and spluttered, to another cheer, then a bottle of tonic appeared on the table. My boyfriend sat with a bemused look on his face, I was flirting, that much was obvious, then the music started up and another girl jumped onto the counter and the men turned back to her and cheered as she disrobed. I was feeling giddy as the alcohol coursed through me, in short I was getting d***k and I knew it, but did not care, as it emboldened me too, 'I need to piss', I shouted across to my boyfriend, and he pointed to the far corner of the room, on the other side of the men, so I stood up , somewhat shakily, and made for them. As I excused myself and wove between them I could feel men touch me, and say crude things into my ear, I was expecting it, so I just pushed on until I broke through the other side, and made for the 'Ladies'. As I pushed it open, there was a heavy air of cheap perfume hanging in the air, and as the door closed it revealed all the exotic dancers and various stages of undress. There was a bottle of Vodka opened and being used by all the girls, and as I passed one she asked me if I was an act, meaning a stripper, my netted stocking being the catalyst for the question. I shook my head and made for the end cubical of three, went in and locked the door. Sitting down and controlling my bladder, my concentration was broken when a mans voice was heard, he was in the toilet and the girls were laughing, I knew he was getting an eyeful, because he had followed me in and they were all almost nude. Suddenly someone said, 'Not the end one, its being used', meaning the one I was in, so the one next to me was used, and I listened as they started having sex, I smiled at the audacity of it all, and the simplicity, that was when I saw the hole in the cubical wall, covered by the toilet roll, so like most I bent forward and lifted the tissue paper to be greeted by a mans cock going in and out of a wet pussy, I sat transfixed and watched him cum on her bum. I finished and wiped myself, rose and went out into the toilet, to be greeted by a wall of silence and stony stares, which I assumed were meant to frighten me. 'You never saw anything', someone said, and as I was about to retort, the lovers emerged from the cubical. I turned and faced the man who was right behind me, 'I never saw or heard anything', but the girl who was wiping the remnants of his sperm from her still nude bum retorted, 'She was watching us through the hole', and as she pushed past him then me, she pushed the soiled tissue into my face, smearing my lips with sperm as she did so. The mood was more menacing now, highly charged and sexual, fueled by the Vodka, I could see the door was still bolted, then the man stated, 'She's the stuck up tart from the back of the room', his eyes menacingly eyeing me up and down. 'You fancy her', another said, suddenly his face had a leer on it and he licked his lips, 'Yeah, always wanted a posh cunt'. I had heard enough and started to push through the girls, but they had formed a solid barrier of naked flesh, and pushed back, until I was pinned against mirror ledge. 'Go on, take her', they chorused, both my arms held firmly in-situ as I tried vainly to squirm free, then one of the girls held the Vodka bottle in my face, 'Relax, it only takes a minute', and as if this was the trigger, my dress was opened down to my waist, each of the five buttons undone by the young man, now with a glazed look in his face, to reveal my expensive lacy black brassiere, its exposure drawing complimentary comments, and one of the prettier girls pushed in with an air of desperation, 'I am having that', and reached in behind my back and undid the clasp in one movement, drawing the strapless covering from my breasts, to reveal my nipples in their full excited state, this site drawing even more gasps, and the girl who smeared the sperm soaked tissue on my face, reached up and grabbed the boy by his hair, 'Look at her nipples, she's gagging for your cock'. I looked into his face, he was out of it, eyes glazed lips wet as he salivated, and his head was pushed onto one of my upturned nipples, his teeth biting hard into it. I tried hard not to respond to this assault, and as I looked around my eye rested on the petite girl now wearing my brassier, it fitted her well, she saw me looking and remarked, 'You buy this as a pair', I did not need to answer, as my dress was fully undone and removed, and my matching panties pulled off from me and handed to her, to which she commented in the basic crudeness, 'The crotch is wet, she is up for a banging', this bought peels of laughter, as well as confirmation from the eager fingers no being inserted in me. 'Who's up next', someone shouted, I froze, 'Me', shouted the petite blond, now in my undies, clearly my wet crotch was of no concern to her, as my panties remolded to her shape, the crotch now deeply embedded into her Venus mound. both me knees were bent up to my chest, my bum firmly on the table, I was in the classic fuck position, and as I looked down, one of the girls was sucking on this man to harden him for me, and as I looked up to the ceiling he was guided inside me, and both my arms were released, as he gathered pace and started fucking me. He violently plunged in and out of me, he was a large man who stretched me to tearing point, the absurdity of it all, the sudden silence as they watched intently, some of the girls holding each other as we fucked, the drink, heat smell, and shamefully, pleasure now taking over my being, as my stockinged legs slipped from the edge, wrapped around the small of his back, my arms reaching behind his neck, I became immersed in the sex act, feeling privileged to entertain and lovingly caress this strangers cock, no inside me, as all this girls watched, perhaps some built in primeval thing, I dont really know, but I shamefully had an orgasm in front of all my tormentors, I willingly surrendered my dignity and showed these strangers my love for a fuck, but the boy taking me did something unusual also, he came inside me, as the girls commented, he prefers to shoot over us, but you, he wants to impregnate, I could afford an internal smile, he meant nothing to me, it was his cock I enjoyed, that was all. 'Well we all know there was no **** or sexual assault here', one girl boldly declared, 'We have it on film', and she held aloft for me to see the viewer, my exploding orgasm, in all its female splendor, my head dropped as the fire in my stomach cooled, 'Now get to fuck out of here before we bring the boys in'. I dressed hurriedly, with one article of clothing to put on, my dress, and as I was guided to the door, the next act up was the girl wearing my black lacy underwear, this time as I pushed through the throng of men, both myself and my underwear, had numerous gropes, the men feeling my unfettered ass staring after me as I made my way back to the table. My boyfriend looked somewhat perplexed at my long absence, 'What kept you', he queried, I lifted my drink then pointed to the girl gyrating on the bar, his eyes lite up, 'That's your underwear', he said excitedly, and he sat open-mouthed and started at the petite blond, who stared back, not that I was caring, no the boy whose cum was on my lips and in my pussy was telling his friends about me, and as they looked in my general direction, I smiled to them and raised my glass, two more of these large drinks, and I will need to go to the bathroom again, those bitched in there 'Aint seen nothing yet'.