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She backs out of her parking spot and speeds off, maybe just a little too fast but in her state, the way she is feeling right now, she needed to rush home and take care of some business. She had just enough time.
Lunch with hubs was over, and like so many other times lately, boring. No more fun, excitement, trysts. Being taken to a hotel, even those cheap ones on the other side of town, the ones you rent by the hr. What is happening there? Maybe it was Marcy, is he taking her now? Lunch and sex with his assistant. Or was it sex for lunch like times in the past. Grab a quick burger on the way back.
Is it………Me?
Whatever it was, she was all worked up. She couldn’t get those thoughts out of her head. Those planted there by those men. Ways to show off her body. The excitement when she actually did when she………….
Dammit, missed my turn. She continues on down the street, trying to remember if there were another way home going this way or if she needed to turn around……in all this traffic, and head back. She rarely heads out this way, but she thinks one day when they were heading to that cheap motel they did come this way and hubs on his way back turned and headed back to their house first to drop her off. Ok, I think I know where that turn was.
She drives on, the ache she feels inside her coupled with the itch between her legs that continues to grow are making her more restless and a little mindless. She is having a hard time concentrating on where she is at, constantly getting lost in her thoughts, those thoughts she already had today, combined with the thoughts of what happened last night in that chat room, along with those whispered requests from mostly faceless men, strangers. Then the images of those……..other strangers, many were faceless since that wasn’t where the focus of the camera was.
Again, she missed her other turn but by this time, she is gone, lost in her head, seeing a blur of images and wanting only one thing at this time. Relief, the sexual release that can only come to a woman when she has been taken, taken hard by a man, or men, or a whole room full of men. Strangers, all wanting to see her………….naked.
But for now, she wants some kind of relief, anything, please. All those nasty thoughts from the morning, the idea that maybe hubs could take care of her needs at lunch all have left her horny and needing release.
A horn honks, tires screech, she looks towards the sound and was greeted by a truck, just inches away from her door. Yelling, curses being screamed. What is wrong with you? You just ran a red light. You playing on your phone or what? She looked up, around, confused and not sure what to do but knew one thing for certain, she needed to find a bathroom quick, she was just barely able to hold back the rush of urine that wanted to shoot out of her when she could count the lines of metal in the grill of that truck. She continues on her way, face hot, shaken, but from what? What is happening? She should be scared shitless, but something just happened, she felt a rush of adrenaline mixing in with her fear, along with her need for sex and she almost came right there, in her seat, in the middle of traffic. Oh, she had to pull off soon.
She spots it, a grocery store, a little runned down, not a name brand or even one of those upscale places like where Billy is right now. This is different but who cares, I bet there is a bathroom in there and that is what I need now.
She hurries in and immediately she knows she isn’t home anymore. She could feel it, all eyes are looking at her, questioning why she was there? Her clothes make her stand out and she feels a little vulnerable. People are looking past her, maybe she was chased in here, why is she here? She looks around, finally one of the checkout people ask her what she needs. A bathroom, please. A nod of the head towards the back of the store and she is off.
She gets to the opening in the back of the store, more of a dark tunnel like area. She sees that this really is an old store, one where they didn’t have large, open restrooms to the front. Over in the corner, just before the swinging doors to the storeroom of the building was an old, dingy, dirty door with a reflective sign that said restroom. She realized that it is a one size fits all place. At this point, she didn’t care, she needed to relieve herself before she made a mess and what else? What else needs to be relieved?
She searches for the light switch and realizes there was a chain hanging down in the center of the room, puling it a yellowed bulb clicked on and she shut the door, she looked for a lock but seen just a little pieced of wire to hook over a nail was all there was to keep someone……anyone from coming in while she was squatting.
She was glad she was wearing this loose dress today, It made it a little easier to bunch it up around her so nothing touched the floor or worse, the seat as she…..oh no, no sitting on that. It not only looked like it hadn’t been wiped down in a while, but the paint was also peeling on it and looked like a splinter or two could end up in the wrong spot. She tugged at the panties, oh how that fabric has wedged itself so tight against her. Between the dampness and getting caught in the folds of her pussy, it was becoming a challenge just to get them down. She could almost feel it, like she was losing the battle to keep the flow in, she was so close, so, so close and yet…………
One last tug, down they came, squat she did, hovering just right and she made it with just microsecs to spare. As she started flowing, she looked down at what was left of her panties. They were full of her; she could smell it now. No need to even lean over and examine them. They were not just damp, they were truly wet. It has been a morning of teasing and tantalizing, hasn’t it? But it all backfired too. She thought at least her husband, in his office, would take care of her……….condition. And she only herself to blame too, that made it all the harder. It was her and her mind that was doing it, playing out those little teasing stories in her head, getting her all worked up to the point she needed this relief.
Now here she was, in a dirty, dingy bathroom, in not one of the better sides of town, just about having had a very bad accident, both a truck running into her SUV and peeing down her leg in surprise. Panties all wet, and maybe a good thing, if they ever dried out it would be like sandpaper rubbing up against her pussy. She heard something……..
It seemed like forever, like she would never stop her flow. But then the last dribbles finally fell, and she looked for some paper in an attempt to clean herself. Again, the noise.
Someone there? Occupied! The door moved….just a little. Is it someone trying to get in? Just a change in air pressure?
She was trying to hurry, get her panties up and dress all straightened out when she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror and it looked like another time, place, when she caught a glimpse of herself in her computer screen. Dress all hiked up, panties down, worked into a frenzy, but then, men were looking at her…….maybe just like now………..a man on the other side of that door, pushing it just enough to open a crack, to look in, see her, see her like this, no way to hide anything.
Again the door moved just a little more and she thought she seen it, a flash of light, a reflection of light in an…….eye. Oh yes, here in this dingy place, a man? Woman? Young? Old? Pervert? Was looking in on her, watching her every move. She tears another handful of paper off the roll and starts to dry herself off. But it isn’t urine this time, it is a flow of her lubrication that has started to leak out.
The paper becomes a saddened mess, and she tosses it in the commode and gives up the fight, she is gone. Her hands paperless are now busy, working herself, tracing lines up and down, inside and out of her rapidly engorging lips. She can feel the heat down there as blood flows into that lower part of her, enlarging her clit, making it grow and rub against the hood that shields it from prying eyes. Just like a little cock that gets so, so much bigger when the blood is diverted to it, and valves close off, not allowing the flow out.
Her tits are begging, they need out of their cage and allowed to swing freely, giving whoever is watching a good view. She reaches up, unbuttons the top of her dress, thankful she chose correctly the open front bra. Soon, her tits are swinging in the cold dampness of this dark room. She can almost see the person’s eyes popping out just seeing her mounds freed. Her large nipples getting harder and harder. She takes her pussy lubed fingers and rubs her nipples, plays with them. She squeezes them, pinches them, pulls them. She lifts each one up in the air just by her nipples and she can feel it, the sensations, the jolts of pain and yet…energy as it races through out her body. It even causes her dark hole, her ass to pucker just a little.
She feels it, that little trickle on the insides of her thighs and she knows, she knows it is about to happen. The door moves a little more, straining against the wire. Almost losing the battle of keeping whoever is on the other side of it out. She is lost, wanting to see, to know who is watching her, but yet, scared.
Scared just like earlier, when she looked up to see that truck barreling towards her, scared when she screamed and closing her eyes thinking it was going to hit her, and yet, her body is alive, scared but electrifying alive, knowing a man, a real live man is just on the other side of that door, watching her play with herself, masturbating, like a common slut does, masturbating for men, women, strangers to watch and get off on.
She could see him, oh, it has to be a man doesn’t it? She needed it, a long hard cock right now. One that would take her. Here, now.
The door breaks open, and there he is, pushing his way into the room, closing the door behind and she sees his cock is out, long, full, hard. He is dripping also, he must have been watching her, playing with it, teasing it just like she was teasing her lips, her clit. She looks up at his eyes and they were full of lust, madness, desire and want all for her and her pussy, and he took what he came in for and she allowed him.
He pushed her down on the dirty, splintering commode seat and put his cock in her mouth, pushed it in and held it there. She rolled her eyes, looked up at him and seen his were closed, just relishing the feeling her warm mouth was having on him. She could hardly get a breath in with her mouth so full. Then slowly he starts the pistoning that men love. She helps by using her tongue to greet it each time his dick would enter her mouth. But she wanted more, and she knew he was ready to give it.
She reached her hands around his waist and pulled him down. He knew what was coming and he was on his knees before her spread opened legs. She no longer caring about the sanitation of the commode leans back, raises her legs a little and he hooks her knees in his elbows and buries his face into that wonderful valley that is overflowing, running like a current filled river after a summer thunderstorm.
She could feel his tongue reaching areas up and around her clit, it plunges deep inside her, teases, inserts, caresses, violates her, over and over again and again until she can’t take it.
Out of nowhere is seems she hears a deep guttural voice saying over and over, Fuck me, Fuck ME, FUCK ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!! She realizes it is her own voice and she pushes him away, knowing with her thighs clamped so tightly around his head, there was no way he could hear her demands. Once more for all the store to hear…………FUCK ME
This time he hears her pleas, and he complies. Head pushed back against the tank, her back is now on the seat, her pussy is angled up high and her legs are back behind her head almost touching the wall and he fucks her. Thrusting, stabbing, pushing in hard and fast, she can hear and feel him as his body, his balls, his dick is slapping against and inside her. She has never felt this alive, the adrenaline pumping hard, she has just about been t boned, she was inside a filthy bathroom and a stranger, a stranger had watched her do one of the most private things a woman can do. He broke into the bathroom, and she…..she…….she took his cock in her mouth, a strangers cock had been in her mouth, and he in turned had lapped at her pussy. Her dirty, nasty, full of her secretions from the morning pussy. And now…..he was fucking her, not making love like hubby, not being gentle like a well bred man, but a hard, fuck the nasty slut fuck! What else is it going to take to launch me over the moon? She looks up, there in the doorway were men…..and women, all with their clothes pulled aside, all watching her, seeing her privates exposed, seeing her being fucked, seeing a hard cock running in and out of her, it was too much…….it drove her over the wall, she let loose the loudest scream that could even be heard outside that little grocery store and then the lights went out.
She slowly hears the horn honking, no, not from a near collision, just the person behind her at the traffic light. It takes her some time to figure out where she is. She had just been driving in a straight line and was now well out of her town and into the next one. She looks for the time and with a Shit!, She turns her SUV around and instead of heading home and “alone sex in the bed time”, she has to pick up the kids at swim practice.
