They were shoulder to shoulder now, their hands were all over my body. Fingers clasped my own, lips were on my nipples, flesh was being pressed agains... my flesh. Most of them had done away with their loin cloths, and I could see half a dozen stiff cocks hovering in my view.The hands moved over me, unknowing. It was like they were discovering the female form for the first time. Like they had no knowledge of it, or how it worked. But I could tell from their erections that they knew they wanted. "I am new here, how do you go about meeting some of the women that are here."This fellow was knowledgeable as he said, "Don't become a fixture at the bar but stand somewhere near the dance floor. When the music starts you will see the women coming up and asking men to dance. A lot of things have change since we were young. The women have changed and at this club they are now the ones who do the pursuing." Have things changed that much?" They really have, but that also presents some problems.. It's a fantasy of mine. I wanted to. And well, it kinda happened. But not quite," she said."What happened but not quite?" I finally said. I had no idea what the fuck she was talking about.She didn't answer. She finally just stood there. And her face was red, but she spoke."It's a dirty fantasy of mine. I've played hockey for years. And I've always wanted to fuck a ref. You're cute as hell, funny, talked to people, and I liked your personality. I was curious. And you kind of caught my eye," she. The feeling of being filled with such a large black cock was practically making my own dick start to drip. After the initial thrust to bury himself inside me he didn't let up either as he began to furiously pound my hole like a man possessed. I could feel his balls bouncing off mine as he deep stroked my ass with his fat black cock while holding my hips in place as to not let me escape from his pounding. This wasn't love making, this wasn't fucking...I was being owned and used like nothing more.