He wants me to play with myself while I do it.
He wants me to strum my clit as I piss for him.
So, I do it. I breathe deep and fight the urge to moan as I slip my fingers down and work my throbbing clit as my piss flows. I splay myself so he can see the pure jet of piss around my fingers as I do it, splashing my hot lemonade all around the toilet bowl as I take my thrill.
The clatter of people around us makes it so intense that my horny Holly side has to smile at the stranger while his eyes fix on my gushing cunt. I love it this way.
I strain as I get to the end of the flow, wanting to show him every last dribble, and I keep on circling my clit. I keep playing with myself as one of his hands drops out of view. I only hopehe’s getting his cock out, because I need it. I want him to fuck me like a beast as the world carries on oblivious around us.
The kind sir takes my panties off over my boots for me and drops them on top of his coat to free my legs. Then he gives a signal, pointing up at the ceiling.
Up, he gestures, and I do as I’m told, getting up from the toilet bowl without wiping. He shuffles into position in front of me, and I hand my pleasure over to his waiting mouth, his tongue a treasure on my sopping wet slit as he cleans me up.
It’s so cramped in here that I brace myself on the walls of the cubicle. I get a shiver of excitement as another woman takes a piss in a stall near to us while my client eats out my dripping pussy, with his hands grabbing my ass cheeks for leverage.
It’s absolutely fucking amazing.
I want to moan out loud when he pushes three fingers inside me, but I bite my tongue. I have to. Even though the taps are rushing at the sinks, and the hand dryers are busy at the far end of the block, the walls are way too thin.
It’s obvious my client is experienced at this kind of game as he tips his head and flicks my clit with the pointed tip of his tongue. His fingers curl inside me, and part of me wishes I’d have held off from pissing, because the pressure would have been so fucking insane, it would be off the scale.
Maybe next time.
I hope there’s a next time.
The guy is a pro. Definitely. I come against a stranger’s face in a public toilet with a smile on my face, gasping silently as I brace myself against the waves of orgasm. Holy fuck. It’s a challenge. A beautiful one.
User 6309 doesn’t kiss me when he gets to his feet in the aftermath, just takes hold of my shoulders and spins me around, laying a heavy hand on my back to push me over the toilet bowl. It’s clear this is where he wants me.
I have to grip the toilet seat to take position, and I can smell my piss in the bowl, making it all the filthier when he jams his raging dick in my pussy from behind.
Fuck. Yes.
I buck against him like a horny bitch, true to my nature as he slams inside me. And then we’re away. People come and go in the stalls around us, and the slap of flesh is dangerously loud as his balls bash against me, but we’re lost to it.
The toilet seat rattles, unsteady, and the tension is off the charts as he speeds up. My tits are bouncing, and the moans are choking at the back of my throat, and there is no doubt about it. We could so easily be heard now. So easily.
Oh, the shivers.
I keep myself silent, but both of our breaths are crazy heavy. One wrong move and we’d draw attention. The thrill is mixed with terror, addictive. My body is flooded with adrenaline along with my own spiking need for release when a fresh pair of feet enter the cubicle to my right. I hear the occupant tugging her tights down and shuffling her feet before she takes a seat. The scent of my own piss still strong in my nose from the toilet bowl.
I’m expecting my client to come pretty sharp since he’s thrusting so fast, but instead he slows down. His hips slide back and forth in long, slow sweeps, and I could curse since I was so ready for it. My pussy is tense with the need to come along with him.
Another bastard tease.
What a fantastic playmate.
The flow of bathroom traffic eases off, but he places a hand on my back to keep me in position, his hips moving so slowly, it’s almost torture.
My arms are aching from being braced so hard, and it feels precarious. I want to shift my weight on the toilet seat, but I’mtoo scared it will clank and clatter. So, I stay in position, like I’m instructed.
Still, his hips sweep slow, and I have no way of communicating. I’m too hemmed in to even turn my head towards him.
When the next wave of traffic comes in, I get it. The adrenaline floods fresh as new feet trample through, and cubicle doors slam and locks sound out all around us. People’s chatter echoes around the room as the stranger inside me speeds his thrusts back up.
This time I take a chance, counting on the busyness of the activity around us, and I slam back to meet his thrusts without care for the sound of flesh on flesh anymore. I need it. I’m too horny to stop.
The hand dryers are blowing and the taps are flowing, people tramping all around when User 6309 comes inside me. Three big thrusts and he keeps his cock buried deep, his fingers gripping my ass cheeks as he unloads. And then he’s a gentleman. He reaches around and strums my clit until I’m a shuddering mess, cresting my own waves of pleasure with his cum deep inside me.
