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In the Men's Room (m/f)
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In the Men's Room
It was a typical boring Monday morning. The weekend had come and
gone and here I was back at the "old grind". My in-basket was
piled high with memos and junk mail to sort through. I went down
to the lounge to get my morning coffee and on my way back I
thought I would stop off at the men's room to milk my python.
I had always dreamed of the things that could happen in the
company men's room but today the dreams were going to be more
real than I could ever imagine.
As I walked through the door I could hear a slight moaning sound
coming from the oversized handi-capped stall at the end. At
first I thought it must have been someone who had a worse weekend
than I had. I walked over to use the urinal and after unzipping
my fly and grasping hold of my rod, it happened. Something in my
mind told me that the sound I had heard wasn't a painful moaning
but a moaning that comes from shear erotic pleasure. Just then,
I heard it again. This time it was even more distinct than the
first time. Again it happened. By now I was more curious than a
weasel outside a chicken coop. I just had to investigate.
Without even putting my cock back in my pants, I walked to the
end stall. I gently peered through the crack in the doorway and
there sitting on the toilet seat was the cutest little blonde I
had ever laid eyes on. How she got there will continue to be a
mystery but let's get back to things at hand. She was sitting
there with her dress pulled up and she had a large cucumber in
her right hand that she was slowly pumping in and out of her wet
crack. Her eyes were closed and she was so far into her
encounter that I really didn't want to make myself known. I
stood there for what seemed to be an eternity. Needless to say
my limp snake had heard the call of the wild and was up and ready
for battle. It was about all I could do to hold back from
blasting a hole through that stall door. Maybe it was the sound
of my shoes on the tile floor or maybe my stifled moaning, but
she finally came back to Earth and noticed me standing outside
the stall. I thought she would scream or something terrible like
that and I had visions of the CEO coming in and firing me. But
it didn't happen anything like that. She slowly leaned forward
and smiled as she open the door and motioned to me to come inside
and service her. Being the gentleman that I am, I couldn't deny
her request.
After entering the stall and locking the door, I learned why she
picked that particular place. You see, the handicap stall is so
nice and roomy that we could have an orgy in there and no one
would be the wiser. She first took me by the hand and led me
over to her. She was still sitting on the toilet and since she
was somewhat of a nymph it was easy for her to take my rod in her
mouth without straining. She started by licking the head of my
throbbing rod. Around and around she went and now my moaning was
so loud I was sure someone would hear me. Finally after teasing
it with her tongue she looked up at me and I was out of it. So
she buried her head between my legs and took the whole thing into
her her mouth and deep into her throat. She continued to suck on
it, in and out, in and out, 'til finally I couldn't take it any
more and I came in her mouth. She was so excited to feel that
warm cream in her mouth that she sort of giggled like a little
girl.
After she swallowed it all and licked me up she motioned for me
to kneel down on my knees. I had scarcely done so when she
grabbed me by the hair and pushed my head between her legs. I
didn't know that while she was giving me the blow job she had
sprayed some sweet smelling perfume on her cunt. Now it was all
ready for me to go to work on it. I toyed around at first. My
tongue lapping at her lips. Then it was all the way. I'll never
forget how it tasted. Just like a big Charms all-day sucker.
She twisted and moaned then finally she came and squealed as she
pushed on my head trying to get my tongue to go deeper.
After a few close glances and smiles, we traded places. This
time I was on the seat and she turned around and sat right down
on my still-hard cock. She placed her hands on my legs and
started to go up and down while I played with her hardened tits.
I don't know what it was. Maybe it was my older system telling
me to stop. But I just couldn't get off in that position. So I
gently whispered for her to turn around and face me. She did and
this time I decided to try something new. I raised up from the
seat holding on to her ass cheeks and being the nymph that she
was it was easy to hold her and pump her pussy at the same time.
I was in complete control. I pumped her with everything I had.
And I thought her eyes were going to pop out of her head. But
she was screaming for more. She kept saying "give it to me baby"
I couldn't believe any chick taking this kind of sex. At the
point I thought I was going to pass-out I felt my soldier
ejaculate it's hot fluid. She squealed as she came at the exact
moment.
I gently pulled her off of me and set her back down on the toilet
seat just the way I had found her, dress up and all. I thanked
her for allowing me to be of service and she simply smiled in
return. I never saw her again but maybe sometime you go into the
men's room you might hear some moaning from the last stall on the
left.
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