What Happens In The Bathroom

What Happens In The Bathroom What Happens In The Bathroom

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Genre: Erotica


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Genre: Erotica


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Submitted: November 01, 2015

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Submitted: November 01, 2015



Tapping on this keyboard, I see all these numbers flash upon the screen, and I know that there are more coming every minute. I only took this job because I wanted to have something to make money while I was going to college.

However, I began to see the money as something that I coveted, and I soon found myself working in the same surroundings for over three years. I was so close to getting my doctorate, but I still wasn't sure if this was the correct path for me.

My life has never been more full with work, and I really didn't have anything outside of the office going on. That wasn't an issue though, as I was still a little shy around people as it was.

I guess I always thought that I didn't have what it took to attract a man, even though I had noticed a few looking at me from afar. I keep myself in shape at the gym, and that is the only place that I show any form of skin in public. I wasn't a prude in any sense, just your average timid cat.

"There is a phone call at the front desk for you Wendy, and please make it quick as you know how Tabitha hates personal calls."

I couldn't even fathom to guess who might be on the line as my parents had already passed away when I was very young, and I was an only child to begin with. My aunt, who had taken me in had also succumbed to a fatal disease, leaving me alone at the ripe age of 18 to fend for myself a few years back.

I had always been somebody that had the ability to land on her feet, and I learned early on that you could count on nobody but yourself so I didn't have many close friends. When I picked up the phone, I got a rude awakening from a blast from the past.

"Wendy, I'm coming to town for a couple of days to visit, and I'm going to take you out and show you the time of your life." At first I didn't know who was speaking on the other end, but then it dawned on me that it was a girl that I hung out with back in high school.

She was always trying to push me into things that I didn't want to do, and now here she was, coming to town to try and do the same thing all these years later.

"I imagine that you will want me to stay over at your place, and I wouldn't have it any other way." She had put me on the spot, and I wasn't given the chance to say no.

I worried about her staying with me, but I thought I had enough time to think of an excuse to put her in a hotel. Before long, the whirlwind known as Amy came into my condominium, looking like she was a street walker on the hunt for some wild sex. She had on a leather skirt that was blood red, and a black bustier that overflowed with her mammoth mountains.

"No time for pleasantries, as I have a taxi downstairs waiting for us." Her long blondee hair was a perfect contrast to my dark locks, and I was soon taken out of my element and into a nightclub that was pumping with music that deafened my ears.

I didn't even have a chance to change my outfit, which consisted of the little black dress that I usually wear around the house while reading my books.

Luckily, the always 'prepared to party' Amy had a tiny shimmering dress in the depths of her bag, which she threw to me and told me to put on.

Far from my comfort zone already, and now wearing a smaller than small sparkling dress to draw attention to my meek self, I had no idea what the night would hold.

Amy was the one that ditched me for the ebony God with a bald head that shone brightly underneath the lights almost as soon as we'd arrived. I saw her making out with him in the corner and rubbing his obviously huge cock through his pants. Then she disappeared with him.

I decided to go to the bathroom and freshen up, and figured that hopefully I could make a discreet exit without her realizing I was gone.

I opened the door, and went over to the sink to apply some more makeup, when I saw behind me a young man that had to be all of 22, completely unconscious. I could see the tell-tale bulge in his pants of someone having some hot dreams, and for some reason my mind began to work overtime.

Nobody was around, and I began to feel this need to go into that stall. Moving cautiously and quietly over towards him, I went inside and closed the door behind me...

He had shaggy blonde hair that fell loosely over his eyes, with his shirt already undone and a pair of lipstick marks on both of his nipples. It was pretty apparent that he was getting busy was someone not long before, but was too drunk to consummate the exercise.

His fly was undone, and I could see a brief peek of his pocket rocket through the zip.

Biting the bottom of my lip, I reached out with one hand and pulled his cock out, so that I could see it in living color. It had to be 9 inches long, and I could barely reach my hand all the way around its thickness.

Bending over at the waist, I got a closer look at it, before taking it into my warm, wet mouth.

He never made a sound, but his cock was more than excited to have my lips surrounding him. It was pre-cream leaking like a dripping tap, and I was more than happy to lap it up like a cat with milk.

I was able to take 7 inches of his manly goodness, and then I concentrated on just the head, swirling and circulating with my tongue while my hands were busy running up and down the shaft.

I sucked and slurped on the goodness, enjoying the taste that I had been missing for quite some time.

I felt his rock hard cock involuntarily twitch in my mouth, making me gag on his tip and making me shriek with delight.

Pushing my hair out of my eyes, I let go of his dick with a loud smack of my lips, before finally standing up and turning my back towards him.

Putting my legs on either side of the toilet, I lowered myself, until his big mushroom cap was forcing its way between my aching and ready lips.

"Oh yeah, you give me what I need, and show me what I've been missing." It wasn't like I was a virgin by any means, but I really didn't have a sexual experience that I could write home about.

Now, with this half conscious specimen I could take all that I wanted and he wasn't going to stop me even if he did wake from his drunken slumber.

Starting off slow, I gave myself time to adjust to his magnificent size, giving myself short strokes before taking a deep breath and enveloping the whole thing in one deep gust.

"You have no idea how much I need this right now, and it looks like you are not going to have any idea that this happened anyway." I said with a menacing tone.

Before long, I began to find a rhythm, bouncing up and down with my hands pressed against his stomach, enjoying every deep thrust I was stealing from him.

I felt like such a dirty girl, Taking what I needed from this unknowing male. But it wasn't enough; I needed to get dirtier. I was sure his cock was already completely covered in my hot sauce and as slippery as it could be, so I gripped him with my hand and fed him slowly into my tight ass hole.

I moaned at the ache and loved the pressing pain of his entry, making my whole body stiffen in delight. I had no idea if he usually entered the back door, but this wasn't his choice. It was all mine, and I was loving every moment of my decision.

Grinding down on his hard shaft and bouncing with all I had while he was still fast asleep, and I was taking full advantage of his vulnerable state.

"Fuck me like a dirty girl, and I'll take all the juice from your balls.... Ahhhhhhhhh!" I tried my best to keep my moans of joy to the minimum but I fear I would have still been heard from outside the bathroom if it weren't for the loud and vibrating music beating through the walls of the club.

Feeling him stir beneath me and hearing his breathing begin to turn into grunts, I kept sliding myself up and down on the shaft and felt the pain of my little hole as it grew even tighter around his meat.

I knew how close he was to blowing his load and the thought of his seed filling my back passage drove me insane.

Keeping his cock deep within my bare cheeks, I felt his milk shoot up into me with unimaginable force, jolting the drunkard into a loud and low moan as he awoke to his own jet exploding in a strangers ass.

When I realized what I had done and that he was now awake and staring at me bewildered in ecstasy, I swiftly pulled myself off his dripping cock and made my exit for the stall door, but not before looking back to smile at my coveted prey.

I guess I really did have Amy to thank for taking me out of my comfort zone that night and I had a feeling there would be many more enjoyable nights to come.


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