Joe, Brad and Mike eagerly gathered around the cash register at Mocha's Latte across the street from Starbucks. This was their last shift before they went home from college for spring break. This was also their last chance to take a run at the uppity blonde bombshell who always came in at 10:30pm and left promptly at 10:50pm. Closing time was 11pm. No sense staying open later than that, all the late night customers went to Starbucks.
The plan was simple, foolproof. They would slip a powerful drug in her latte. Joe had paid a hundred bucks for the drug earlier that day. It was guaranteed. She would be out like a light and the boys could do anything they wanted with her. One hour from now they would have her to do with as they pleased. The drug dealer guaranteed she would have no memory of the incident. Totally foolproof.
Or, so they thought.
WuMei Zhou was excited. Her boss, Benny, at Benny's Pizza had just given her a $0.25 per hour raise. Her first raise in 3 years. He told her it was because she did good work. Actually, it was because the state had just raised the minimum wage by $0.25. Since it was a slow day, he even told her she could go home at 10pm instead of 11pm. That meant she only had to work 12 hours today.
She came to America 3 years ago, 40 yrs old, couldn’t find a good job and her husband was refused entry because he did something stupid back in Shanghai. WuMei couldn’t even afford airfare to visit him. Three years without a husband and WuMei had few friends.
She called one of them, Ling Zhong, and they agreed to celebrate. They would go to a local coffee shop and have a latte.
They met outside a little place called Mocha's Latte and checked their purses to make sure they could afford to celebrate. WuMei still wore her black skirt, white starched blouse and black bow-tie that she wore at Benny's. Ling wore a brown waitress uniform from a restaurant a few blocks away.
At Mocha's Latte, the college boys eagerly waited for the blonde bombshell. Brad would make sure he put her latte in a red mug so they wouldn't accidentally give the spiked drink to the wrong person. Not that there was likely to be a wrong person. The place was deserted.
Right on cue, the blond bombshell entered, walked haughtily to the counter and ordered her usual latte. Brad got out a red cup poured the drug in and set it aside for Joe to make the latte.
Right after this, WuMei and Ling entered, went to the counter and ordered one latte to share. That was all they could afford, one latte between them. Brad grabbed another red mug and set it aside for Joe to make the latte.
Mike brought the red mug of spiked latte to the blonde bombshell's table and stood back watching her sip it. He couldn't wait for her head to fall as the drug did its job.
Brad took the red mug of latte to the table for WuMei and Ling to share hoping they would finish quickly and get out so they could have their way with the blonde bombshell.
Funny how foolproof plans never work out.
At exactly 10:50pm, the blonde bombshell, as usual, got up and walked out. The drug had not worked. The boys were so disappointed. Their last chance at getting into her pussy and they had blown it.
Brad had put the drug in the mug. Joe looked at Brad. Mike looked at Brad. Brad's eyes wandered to avoid their uncomfortable stares. His eyes wandered to WuMei and Ling's table. His eyes stopped and stared at the red mug on their table. His eyes stared at the two 40 yr old Chinese waitresses passed out at the table, heads down, arms limp at their sides.
“Psst.” He said to Joe and Mike. He shook his head toward the two women.
Mike's mouth fell open. Joe said in exasperation, “You idiot! You gave her the wrong mug. You idiot! Now we're out $100 and no pussy.”
Brad stared at the two women and suggested, “Well, maybe, we get two pussies.”
Joe and Mike stared at the two women and as one complained, “They must be like 100 yrs old and not even blonde. Not even white. What are they, Chinese?”
Brad shrugged, “Don't know. Don't care. Two pussies for the price of one. Are you in? Or do I get them both myself?”
Joe and Mike looked at Brad. They looked at each other. They looked at the two passed out women.
Joe said, “I've had a hard-on all day for that blonde. I need to do something about my hard-on.”
Mike agreed, “Me too.”
They stared at the two pussies waiting for them at the table.
Joe went to the door, shut and locked it. Brad pulled the curtains. Mike turned off the front lights so the place would look closed.
They all turned to look at the passed out pussies again.
Just as they planned with the blonde, they went to one of the booths, pulled out the table and pushed a couple of extra booth seats in so they had a sort of cozy bed.
Brad put his hands on Ling's chair and dragged the chair and Ling to the booth. Mike did the same with WuMei.
Noticing that their drugged latte was only half empty, Mike remarked, “Hey guys, their mug is still half full. They'll wake up before we're done.”
Joe assured him, “The guy who sold me the drug said it was really powerful. Knock anything out even if they didn't drink it all. These bitches are out for the night. Let's have some Chinese pussy.”
Brad said, “Meow.”
Together they pulled Ling from her chair and pushed her limp body onto the booth cushions. Mike couldn't resist taking a peak at her legs as the brown uniform was accidentally pushed up.
Next they grabbed WuMei under her arms, messing her white, starched blouse in the process. They stuffed her into the booth also, making sure her skirt remained pushed up near the top of her thighs.
Brad climbed in with the women, straddled Ling and started opening her brown waitress uniform. It had domes that went all the way from the neck to the waist so all he had to do was pull at each dome to make it pop open. Easy. Three domes revealed the start of Ling's cleavage. The fourth showed her black sheer bra under which he could readily see a pair of light, gold tits restrained by the fabric. Decent size. The label said 38C.
He continued undoing the uniform. A couple more domes brought her deep bellybutton into view against a backdrop of golden colored tummy. Two more domes and the uniform showed the tops of her black panties. That was the end. There were no more domes. He slid down to her legs and tried to pull the dress down and off. He couldn't. The dress wouldn't move because Ling's shoulders were still in the arms of the uniform.
Brad sighed and called out, “Hey, Mike, gimme some scissors.”
Mike couldn't find scissors so he handed over the sharp box cutters they used for opening boxes of coffee.
Brad inserted the box cutters into the left arm of the dress and slit it all the way up so the fabric fell to the sides. He did the same with the right arm. Then he sat on Ling's legs and slit her uniform from the waist to the bottom hem, pushing the two sides open. He stopped a moment to stare at her fully visible black panties. His mouth watered.
Mike and Joe peered around Brad to look at the near naked woman in her undies. Their cocks pressed hard against their pants. Mike tried to grab at her crotch but Brad was in the way. So he grabbed at his own crotch instead.
Brad watched Ling's breasts slowly rise and fall as she slept under the drug's influence. He took the box cutter's and snipped each shoulder strap of Ling's bra. Then he snipped the bra down the middle, releasing Ling's twin golden globes. Brad's heart pounded with desire. His cock tried to burst through his pants. He slid back down to her legs and used the box cutters to cut the waist band of the panties and then finished by ripping the panties off her. The neat, straight dark pussy hair lay there invitingly.
Ling, completely naked, lying on top of the remnants of her brown uniform, let out a sleepy sigh and unconsciously opened her legs. She then tried to turn over but bumped into WuMei and fell back into a relaxed sleep.
Brad hastily jumped down, tore off his pants, tossed his shirt aside and pulled his underwear off. He turned to jump onto Ling only to find Mike and Joe already there, caressing or, rather, kneading Ling's tits. There hard cocks rubbed against her belly.
Mike pulled on Ling's left tit, stretching it. As he let go, it snapped back into place and the nipple hardened. Joe squeezed the right tit and pulled it as far as he could before also letting it snap back into place. That nipple quickly hardened also. Both tits bounced as they snapped back.
Mike leaned down, took a nipple between his teeth, chewed it then sucked it into his mouth as far as he could while Joe slid his hand down, over her belly, down to the neat thatch of pussy hair searching for the opening. Mike sucked while Joe rubbed Ling's pussy feeling for the sex button he knew would be there. Ling let out another sigh. Mike sucked harder, Joe pulled on her love button. Ling's leg came up as she let out a low moan. Ling was dreaming a very sexy dream about her husband back in China. A very realistic dream. It almost felt real and her body responded to the dream. She slowly writhed as Joe pulled and twisted her wet pussy button and Mike sucked her left tit hard while squeezing her right tit.
Her eyes fluttered open but she saw nothing. They closed again. She remained unconscious although responding to her dream, not knowing it was real.
Joe pushed himself down so his face was just above her pussy. He pulled her pussy lips open, brought his face close and started tasting the exotic flavor of Asian pussy juice. Ling writhed more and more completely unaware that it was not just a dream.
Brad sighed. He'd done all the work of stripping the bitch and now he wasn't getting any.
He crawled in, sat on WuMei, and stared at her smooth face for a moment before shrugging and ripping her blouse down the middle, scattering the buttons. He tore the blouse to shreds to get a good look at WuMei's tits. She wore a modest white front closing bra with no shoulder straps. That made it easy. He broke the front clasp and let her light golden boobs spring into view. Nice. A bit smaller than Ling's, he guessed 36B but still worth fucking. He jammed his raging hard-on between her tits and started tit fucking her. She made no reaction.
When his cock was nicely primed and wet from the tit fucking, he slid down and cut her black skirt off revealing her plain white panties. He was in a hurry so he just ripped the panties off, tossed the remnants behind him and grabbed the mound of dark, straight pussy hair. He jammed his finger into her dry pussy and started turning and twisting it while leaning forward and sucking her golden globes making the nipples hard.
WuMei started dreaming. She dreamed of a couple unfortunate incidents that had happened to her in the past when delivering pizza for Benny and serving at a party for Benny's grown son. Both incidents had resulted in her clothes coming off and her womanhood being violated.
Her body squirmed at the memory.
Brad enjoyed her squirming so he stuck more fingers into her pussy and rubbed. He started chewing on her nipples. Her body squirmed more as her dream relived her violations.
Yes. This was almost as good as the blonde they had wanted.
Mike, still sucking Ling's tits, worked his way around so that his cock was resting against her cheeks. He let his cock run across her lips and reached over to make her mouth open. Ling's mouth opened willingly as her sexy dream continued. His hard, throbbing cock slid into her open mouth and he started moving up and down, fucking her hot mouth as his teeth nipped at her hard nipples. He was hoping to put lots of bruises on her tits. His cock went in and out of Ling's mouth, getting harder, if that was possible. He pushed it in as far as he could until she started choking. Easing up, he went back to simply pumping her mouth while chewing one tit and squeezing the other.
Joe, meanwhile, had his tongue deep into her pussy and was still lapping hard. When his tongue finally tired, he sat up, let his cock come forward and slowly slid his pulsing hot member into her juicy pussy hole. He pushed all ten inches in to the hilt, stopped to enjoy the feeling, then pulled back, pushed in, pulled back and started rhythmically fucking her hole, seeking much needed release.
Ling let out a sigh around Mike's cock, which was still pumping hard into her mouth, followed by a groan as she enjoyed her dream.
Mike jammed his cock further into her mouth as her tongue started to move along the tip of his cock. She shuddered as the dream continued. Her eyes fluttered open and focused on Mike. Her dream became confused as it tried to reconcile the sight of a young, white man to the thought of her husband back in China. A random thought passed through her mind as her dream tried to reconcile the vision of Mike with the fact that a second man seemed to be lapping at her cunt.
She let out another sigh as her dream moved on with more confused visions. Her eyes fluttered shut again. Her hips moved up against the tongue that was violating her pussy and her mouth closed tighter over Mike's cock. She sighed again enjoying the sexy, if confusing, dream.
Brad, finding WuMei's hot button, squeezed and twisted it until a quiet moan escaped WuMei's lips. She was experiencing a truly realistic dream. Again young, white college boys. Again, taking her pussy and having illicit sex with her. More moans came from her lips. Brad moved his cock from between her tits to her lips. The next time she moaned he slid his cock into her mouth. WuMei dreamed of a hot young cock entering her hot mouth. Her tongue eagerly tasted it. Her eyes fluttered open to see a hard white body jamming back and forth into her mouth. She felt fingers rapidly rubbing her pussy, she felt elated. Such a dream.
WuMei writhed in pleasure, sucking on the dream cock, enjoying the fingers fucking her pussy. Her hips pushed up into the fingers. Such a realistic dream. She sucked on the cock harder pulling it deep into her mouth.
Joe stopped fingering Ling's hot, wet pussy. He brought his rock solid rod around, aimed it at her throbbing cunt and slowly slid it in. All the way. His cock wanted to shoot right away but he managed to hold back his load so he could slide his hard cock in and out of Ling's pussy. In, out. In, out. He fucked her unconscious hole slowly and with pleasure. In, out. In, out. Ling's hips moved up and down. She was so enjoying this hot, sexy dream.
Mike kept fucking Ling's mouth, enjoying her tongue sliding along his shaft, watching her face with the closed eyes and the look of pleasure. In, out. In, out. He started fucking her mouth hard as his balls tightened getting ready to feed his load into her waiting throat. Again in. Again out. Thrust, thrust. He jammed his cock in as far as possible as his balls contracted and his cock started jerking as it shot cum and more cum into Ling's throat. Eventually his cock stopped jerking and he pulled out watching as the cum slowly disappeared down Ling's throat. Her lips smiled as her dream continued.
Joe kept pumping in and out of Ling's cunt enjoying the feeling of this female body under him. In and out. Harder and harder. Soon he yelled out as his hard member blasted into Ling's wet hole. Over and over it sent his eager sperm into her. The only thought that went through his mind was, “FUCK”.
Ling felt the cock spasm in her cunt and grinned in ecstasy knowing that her husband had finally given her the fuck she so much needed. She finished swallowing Mike's cum then let out a sigh of pleasure as Joe's sperm penetrated her. Her dream desperately tried to reconcile the idea of her husband's cock blasting into her mouth while at the same time shooting its load into her cunt. The dream gave up. Ling sighed fast asleep.
Brad, still pumping his cock into WuMei's mouth and fingering her cunt, pulled out of her mouth, slid his cock down to her breasts, rubbed his cock on her erect nipples, slid his cock down across her belly and stopped at her cunt hole. He aimed at the hole and rammed in as hard as he could. WuMei almost jumped as Brad's cock forced its way in. His thick, hard, long cock jammed itself in as far as possible. It was a tight squeeze but he forced it in as hard as he could. He felt the sweat start to bead on his body as he fucked her waiting pussy hard. His cock jammed in. He pulled it half way out and rammed it back in. Again he pulled back and let it piston hard into her trembling body.
WuMei squirmed. Her dream telling her that she was once again being violated by a young, white cock. Her hips pushed up. Brad shoved her back down. WuMei's skin became covered in both her sweat and Brad's sweat. Her hips pushed up once more. Her eyes popped open focusing on Brad's wild eyes. Her dream told her that yet another young, white man was taking her. Her hips pushed at Brad as his cock shoved down ravishing her poor, yellow pussy. Over and over Brad rammed into her cunt. He felt the pressure build and soon his ramrod started blasting its hot, virile juices into her waiting cunt hole. Over and over until he was empty.
Brad gasped and pulled out. Covered in sweat he looked at Mike and Joe. They looked equally spent. He glanced at Ling and wondered if he had enough to do her too. No, he was spent. His cock was already limp.
Brad, Mike and Joe pulled themselves off their fuck toys, sighed and made themselves a round of cappuccinos.
As they sat sipping their drinks, Mike remarked, “Nice cunts. Let's buy more of that drug after spring break.”
Joe said, “Yeah, but we can't leave them laying around. The boss will come in and complain about the mess.”
Brad threw in, “Right. Let's haul them out back.”
The three naked boys grabbed Ling and dragged her by her feet out the back door and sat her up, naked, against the garbage bin. They went back in, dragged WuMei out and leaned her against Ling.
As they were leaving they tossed the ripped, torn clothing in a heap beside the women.
Then they got dressed, tidied up and went back to the dorm. Next morning they were packed and on their way home for spring break.
Around 5am that morning, Ling and WuMei were still passed out, leaning against each other, breast to breast, stark naked.
A beeping sound started as the morning garbage truck pulled in to pick up the trash. Sam, the driver, groaned as his head lights shone on two naked women, “People throw out anything these days.”
Picking up the pile of clothing, he threw the rags into the truck muttering, “I'd better call Animal Control.”
He drove off while radioing a message to Animal Control.
