Washroom: Identity Disclosed

Washroom: Identity Disclosed

Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

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Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

Summary

While Overcoming intense sexual emotions from a molestation incident, the girl unknowingly offers an open invite to the same pervert. Twist and turns to Simple sessions of masturbation lead to a second assault- this time, no identity hidden.

Summary

While Overcoming intense sexual emotions from a molestation incident, the girl unknowingly offers an open invite to the same pervert. Twist and turns to Simple sessions of masturbation lead to a second assault- this time, no identity hidden.

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Submitted: April 01, 2014

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Submitted: April 01, 2014

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Our protagonist was molested by a person she mistook to be her friend. Her secrecy was penetrated by the tip of a pervert’s manly shaft, in a theatre’s washroom. He concealed his identity so well that she allowed the pervert to turn her on extremely, leaving her gasping for a solid love making session; all under the pretext of her miscomprehension of his actual identity. Her senses were exalted by sexual passion, and she was in for a cruel shock the moment she realized that the person she expected to be heating her was not her friend, but a man who stole her friend Junior’s phone and fooled her into believing it was him. The three hours that she was molested, agreeably, in the washroom; were the same three hours, the friend she thought was tantalizing her was actually in a police station trying to locate his phone. 

 

 
 
Continued…
 
 
 
 
 
 
She climbed into bed, dressed in a short skirt to beat the hot summer nights. She tried her best to keep her clothes to the shortest, but still wore clothes because of her roommates’ presence. She occasionally chucked the bra at night and removed her pants for fun’s sake. On some days she was phoned by her friend who deviously listed details of her garments and conversed dirty for hours on end. Today she knew she was not going to be rung up, as his phone was with her. She didn’t return it, as for if she did she would have to narrate the incident of her enjoying the molestation; ‘The mistaken pleasure’ as she’d jotted in her diary. That day she managed to get him to stop tying to trace the phone and exit the presence of cops. A day later, now, she tries to scheme a way to return his phone, without narrating her ‘Wet in the washroom’ incident. 
 
 
 
 
Her open window usually invited anticipating neighbours to peek in, maybe getting a quick glance at her cute ass. She never minded as long as they were at a distance, at times she frantically scanned the windows of other houses for an audience. Unaware that she had an even more daring enthusiast, getting dangerously enticed by her sexual fervour, she roamed in her panties and stood semi-nude in her balcony for hours.
 
 
 
 
Her sexual awakening was a sudden process, with her entering a new college and a newfound acceptance for the genital expectations her body thrust on her evolving conscience. Triggered by her elder childhood friend’s surfacing intentions and hot, steamy, unexpected, wet dreams; she gave into enjoying the attention her sensitive, fertile body begged. Yesterday’s incident, as described in her diary, was a milestone in her sexual awakening being a juicy mix of fright and an amazing first time of real male genital experience. As the day came to an end she savoured every memory again and again until it passed out of her sexual system, by pleasuring herself to exciting conclusions throughout the day. She had dipped her fingers slightly in her leaking vagina in a failed attempt to replicate the sensation of the pervert’s dipped manliness. When that failed, she improvised with the closed lipstick for a more authentic replication. She licked one of the strawberry flavoured condoms clean and shaved her body smooth. She used all the mementos, the man had left behind, as keys to her naughty expectation for a second encounter.
 
 
 
 
The dimmed lights played with her romantic persona, and she finally picked up Junior’s phone and searched for another number of his. She dialled him from her phone. “Junior, I have something to confess!” “Finally masturbated?” he shot back. “No! Huh! No! What made you say that?” “Your ragged voice!... And the photo you have just sent me!” he grinned. “Photo! Oh really, from the phone that I haven’t touched? Nice. Enjoy it!” “I was! You disturbed me! Any more confessions?” he asked. “Junior! I have your phone, I found it in the theatre’s washroom” she waited for an answer. “Have you nothing to ask?” she repeated. “Junior! Junior… Junior?” she stared at her screen. Her phone was disconnected. ‘Phew! That was close; she wondered whether he heard her or not. 
 
 
 
 
Zzz.. Zzz.. Zzz. Her phone vibrated. She looked all over. She couldn’t find it. Her eyes then fell on the phone at the far end of her bed; she lifted herself and picked up Junior’s phone. A message from ‘Jaanu’! ‘How could his phone have a message from me; she quickly clicked on open. 
 
 
 
 
 
A photo of a girl’s pink vaginal lips and small asshole mounted on a pillow, flashed across the tiny screen. The girl’s knees were on either side of the pillow, and she was clearly humping the pillow. It didn’t take long for her to realize that it was her own photo that flashed on Junior’s mobile. As soon as her mind registered the photo which had clearly captured her pillow mounting, of when she had woken to her wet panties in the morning; the lights go out, and her room turns pitch dark. Her heart beats fast; her fear gets the best of her. Her phone vibrates, coinciding with her heart beats. A chill makes her nipples go erect, along with the goose bumps from her calves to her eyebrows. She jumps off her bed, locks her room’s door and gets back to bed. Five messages await her, from her own number again. 
 
 
 
 
She’s sure the mischief is of the same person who molested her, and excitement overpowers her body. ‘He is a fucking Genius, to first have stolen Junior’s and now my own phone’ she pacifies, her fear. But what spooks her was the proximity of the photographer. 
 
 
 
 
She opened the next. She sees her eyes closed, sucking on her condom covered fist. She was seated naked on a chair and was clicked from the window. Her house did have many overlooking windows, but none of them with such a clear angle of her room. The next message gripped her senses with shock; a photo of her fingering her glistening self in the BATHROOM! ‘Was someone in the house?’ she shuddered. Her heart beat more than it ever did before; her tracts, if stimulated with any more fear, would let her panties be soaked in hot urine from her withholding vagina.
 
 
 
 
Three minutes passed like thirty. Her mind began to wander to unexpected possibilities. She soothed her fear with passing this off as a prank by her roommate. ‘Then my phone might be in the hall. It has to be Leena; the sick bitch!’ she reassured. The explicit content, of herself, being texted to her by her friend, seemed newly bisexual just as the molestation had felt; in terms of newness, her sexuality was getting tested extensively. She slid out the man-thumb sized lipstick from under her pillow, and lifted the frill of her skirt. She rested back against the wall, and settled deep into the cushion of her bed. She spreads her thighs and lowers her panties till her knees. She tightens her abdominal muscles and moves her hips slightly forward. She’s decided to pleasure herself to imagining her friend clicking her most intimate moments; the moments of her first day into masturbation, unstoppable masturbation.
 
 
 
 
Zzz.. Zzz.. Zzz.. The phone vibrates just beside her buttocks. ‘Fuck Yeaaaah!’ it reads. It vibrates again. She looks at the time. ‘1:36 am’. The next reads ‘Babe! Redden your lips.’ ‘Is Leena watching me right now?’ she is bewildered. Deciding to turn on the lights, she slips back on her panties and walks to the door. She unlocks her door and walks to the hall, switching on the mains. “Leena! Leena! There?” She screams loud enough. Taking a look in the hall, bathroom, kitchen; she settles for her absence. ‘Someone is kidding really bad!’ She enters her room’s washroom. She pulls down her panties and releases the urinal tension. Finally removing her white panties, hung on a finger, she walks out to her bed, applies the lipstick and lies down, awaiting an intense fuck from whoever is messing around with her. Her arousal is dominated by a weird sense of curiousness. 
 
 
 
 
Zzz.. Zzz.. Zzz.. Her hand searches for Junior’s phone, but instead finds her own. ‘Someone is surely in the house’ she gRins. Message from ‘Jhonny’. ‘Leena’s ex-Boyfriend! Now is it!’ She opens the message to find an utter turn on. 
 
 
 
 
The perfect shot. She is looking up, perched on the toilet seat; her fluids running wild and an expression of utter satisfaction. A click of her in the bathroom, from a few minutes back. 
 
 
 
 
She makes a dash for the houses main door. ‘I have to get out of here.’ ‘This was Jhonny, all along’. ‘Fuck! Is he in here?’ her mind screams. ‘Johnny was in jail’! 
 
 
 
 
 
Jhonny was a hard core maniac. He was jailed for illegal pornography. ‘Leena had mentioned how she enjoyed the camera attention, and also how she was left in tatters when she found a video of herself online. She later pacified herself with Jhonny’s arrest and the million hits her video got.’ On Exiting her room, the dim light fell on the body of a well built 6’4, heavy man on the sofa. The light detailed every contour on his body. She unlocked the main door, before something banged into her from behind. The bang dazed her to a trance. 
 
 
 
 
She was pressed against the door, and begun to scream. Her mouth was stifled by a hand and another assaulted her secrecy hard and rough. She bit hard, but to no avail. Her back felt hard nipples rub against it,  the man smothered her body in his sweat. She tried to focus on escaping, but gave up as helplessness surrendered her body. ‘He is naked! His shaft is between my buttocks!'
 
 
 
 
'Finally!' her arousal took over. 
 
 
 
 
‘I wanted it! Might as well enjoy it’ a final thought gripped her degrading righteousness. “MMMmmm” She tried to speak. “You masturbated to my actions all day! And now you struggle.” His beard scraped against her forehead. His fingers above her right knee, slides all the way up to her groin. She realizes she’s leaked profusely and the drops splash near her feet, dripping from the accumulation on his fingers. “Will you scream?” rhetorically incorrect, his hoarse voice demands. She nods ‘No’. 
 
 
 
 
Letting go of her face, he spins her around. Her face is red with finger marks. Her red lipstick is smudged across her face and nose. He pulls her skirt upwards, and removes it along with her black slip. She stares at his penis, unwilling to contain herself; she moans slightly when he grips her shoulders. “Let’s fuck?” ‘How sweet! He’s Asking!’ She smiles at him. He pushes her onto the wall; her sweat smudges against the wall. He kisses her sweaty glistening forehead, and she grips his hips. He finally shoves his mushroom sized genital head into her throbbing secrecy. Her muscles spasm, and she closes her eyes. “Johnny! I’m a virgin!” ”Ill go slow! You penetrated yet?” He asks. “No! You watched all day long didn’t you?” she sighs. “Mmmhmm”. 
 
 
 
 
He begins twirling his shaft in her opening. She can feel his strongly gripped penis rotating in her aching vagina. All that remained Now, was a consensual thrust. “Remember how that feels?" her secrecy was ready to swallow. "Will never forget forget the washroom". 
 
 
 
 
"Ready?” He asks; now furiously vibrating his shaft, waiting for her approval. 
 
“You know right! I’m Junior’s girl.” She opens her eyes.
 

 

He freezes. He pauses for a moment before his huge tip is pulled out, covered in her raunchy juices. She watches the dripping lubrication shine in the dim light, still staring at the veins on the his big, designer manliness. 
 
 
 
She eases her body. Her conscience awaited her perpetrator's choice. She thirsted a solid treatment, but knew best about Junior's influence. “Do we have any pizza? I’m Hungry.” He smiles back at her relaxed face. She breathes deep once more. “No. But I do have strawberry flavoured condoms, which would fit you perfectly.” She winks.

 


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