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I couldn’t believe it. The line for the men’s toilet was once again huge. This was the third day in a row that the public toilets nearest my work had a queue outside them.
I always went out during my lunch break to grab a coffee, and it would be easier to use the public toilets than the office ones.. usually. The last few days the public ones had become the hottest spots in town. Today I had the rest of the day off, so I decided to try the queue instead of going back into work or trying to get home.
I seemed to be at the end of whatever “rush” had caused this mad toilet dash, as only one other guy joined the queue during my long wait.
As well as being ridiculously long, the queue was also ridiculously slow, and the men seemed to all need to spend ages each. I tried phoning my wife a few times to let her know I would be late home, but she was clearly busy; probably spending time with her mother.
By the time I got to the doors I was bursting for a piss, and so as soon as I was able, I rushed in, and seeing the urinals were in use (by two guys that seemed very amused by something) I hurried into the first cubicle and shut the door. I unzipped, pulled my cock out, and began pissing harder than a garden hose.
It was then that I heard it.
A woman moaned, with the obstructive reverb that comes from having a mouth full of cock.
I couldn’t believe it. Someone was getting a blow job in a public toilet. I finished peeing, and quickly zipped back up, then looked around to find a hole in the cubicle wall, connecting it to the next one. It was at the perfect height for a cock to slip through, and was well sized enough for probably the largest cocks.
My own cock began to swell at the continued noises of sucking from nearby. They were such familiar noises, like my wife used to make.
Something you should probably know: I’m black. But unfortunately, I skipped the big black cock stereotype, and went instead into cocktail sausage territory.
Limp, I was little more than an inch and a half. Erect, I measured the “impressive” length of three inches. It had shocked more than one woman in university, who had expected the grand prize and found themselves looking at the last twiglet in the packet.
It wasn’t until I met my wife, Lizzy, that I found someone who didn’t care about my shortcomings. She was a virgin as well, despite her spectacular figure, and we took each others virginities. It was wonderful. She was so tight and untouched that I actually felt kind of big, at first.
The rest of her body was also a dream: she had long red hair and green kütahya escort eyes. She had thick white thighs and an ass on top that I could hide my palm in. Her lips were full and juicy, and her tits were fat but perky, with cute little pink nipples.
Over time though her vagina seemed to relax, and my cock couldn’t keep up. Since we’d married two years ago, her cunt seemed to grow, or my cock seemed to shrink, and I quickly found that although I could rub around a side at a time, I was the only one getting anything from our sexlife. Anal soon followed suit, and the day I realised I wasn’t having much impact on her smallest hole I felt more ashamed than ever before.
Of course I made up for it in other ways, and outside of sex our marriage couldn’t have been better, but it saddened me when I thought about it too much. We barely even toucued each other these days, apart from on special occassions.
Now here was a woman doing something truly filthy. My wife hadn’t sucked my cock in a while. I think she had trouble getting purchase, despite how amazing it always felt. Meanwhile this woman: this sexual whore, was servicing men in a public toilet. It was amazing.
Curiosity got the better of me, and I peered through the gloryhole to see if I could get a peek.
Holy fuck.
I’ve not seen many naked women. Once the word got around that I was packing less than a fingers worth, women didn’t bother.
As such I only really had Liz to compare to. There was definitely a resemblance. The same alabaster skin. Wide hips. She was facing the other way, apparently sucking through a gloryhole in the other side, but I could just about make out the curves of some mammoth tits below. But that was where the comparison ended.
While my wife’s pussy and ass couldn’t feel much of my mini burnt sausage anymore, the holes on the chick in the next stall over from me looked like they’d been bashed in with a baseball bat.
The cunt was gaping wider than my fist, turned a deep red from friction and bruising. I could see all the way into the back, where her dark pink cervix sat dilated a good two inches wide: clearly some guys had managed to push through directly into her womb. The whole thing was surrounded with stretched and hanging lips that drooped down from the cunt like they were ashamed of it. They stuck to her legs with the mixture of male and female fluids.
Her asshole looked like it had been worked over by a professional. The whole thing sat slightly prolapsed, and winked as she breathed. The once tight skin hung loose and deflated, and manisa escort ragged at the top from splitting. If it hurt, she didn’t show it. As I stared, the half an inch of prolapsed anus slipped back inside of its own accord, with an audible slurp, leaving a crescent slash that hung around the perimeter created by the cunt.
The whole affair was covered, saturated, in cum. It streamed out of her womb, through the opened cervix, and pooled in the loose fleshy floor of the cunt, it dribbled constantly from her ruined anus. The woman had a neatly trimmed bush (another trait my wife shared) and that looked like it had been glued flat it was so gooey. Her big wobbling ass cheeks also had streaks of cum from back shots, and the crack looked like a river. From what I could see of her hanging chest orbs, they were similarly soaked in cum, and I imagined the woman’s face and hair must also by now be a mask of semen and saliva.
The woman was now working the cock at the other side hard, gagging and choking as he grunted more rapidly. These noises I, with my mini-man-meat, had never even heard, and I was now so hard it physically hurt. I freed my cock from its denim prison and started rubbing it slowly as I heard the man two over grunt loud as he unloaded into the whores mouth.
Hearing her noises again I couldn’t believe how much I was enjoying the similarities to Lizzy. I imagined it was her in there; my sweet and innocent wife doing these disgusting and filthy things with total strangers.
If anything, my cock got even harder. Imaging my hot little redhead in that cubicle was almost too much, and a little precum dribbled out of my cock.
The door to the other cubicle opened and closed, and then I could hear another man, that last man behind me in the line, enter to take his place. He unzipped and fed his cock into the willing throat of the whore, to the beautiful accompanying gagging noises.
The holes of the slut next door stared at me, begging. I was faithful to my wife, and had never even touched another girl sexually since we first began dating. We had stayed exclusive to each other, and I didn’t want to break that trust. Not to mention there was simply no way I was even going to feel a thing inside the cave before me.
I thought about it more, as I watched a line of cum slip out of the flattened circle of flesh that had once been her tiny asshole, and dribble as a single strand of thick slime across the enormous gape of her pussy. I needed to touch it. It wasn’t cheating if it was just my hand, right?
The image I had put in my mardin escort own head that it was Liz made me desperate to feel the ruined slack hole before me, and I gingerly reached out and put my finger to one of the low hanging lips.
The woman jumped slightly, probably having forgotten this cubicle was occupied, but then relaxed back.
I traced the lip up to the very edge of the gaping mess, my finger already dripping with other mens goo. It didn’t phase me as much as I would have expected, largely due to the imaginary hotwife I had placed on the receiving end.
I reached into my pocket and grabbed my phone, and put the camera up to the gloryhole, getting a few photos and then videoing as I reached back through and once again touched the slimy skin on the other side.
I slowly inserted the finger into the gape, not touching any sides as I went up to the second knuckle. Then I slowly dipped downwards, and pushed my finger into the collective semen laying in the saggy “floor” of the sluts cunt.
It was a new and bizarre sensation. The skin was spongy and springy, and the thick liquid was creamy like hand lotion. I swilled it around with my finger; stirring it like batter, and then slowly put another finger in. I quickly added a third and a fourth when it became clear that even my thick fingers weren’t impacting this ruined hole.
The woman began reacting positively to my movements, pushing back on my hand and forcing more of my fingers into her gaping, sloppy, slut-hole.
I decided to try something I’d always wanted. I tucked my thumb in, and pushed against her, forcing my entire hand to slide easily into her cunt.
When I was fully enveloped by her folds, I gently brought my hand into a fist, and began slowly pumping it around inside her.
The whore started slamming her body back against my cubicle wall, forcing my hand up to the wrist into her body. Semen sprayed out of her in all directions and she moaned heavily. I began punching into her, slamming my fist against her cervix with all my might, and after only a minute she squealed deeply and her entire body shook as she began spraying her feminine ejaculation out from her urethra.
The noise of squelching flesh echoed around the tiny public space, and the guy in the other cubicle couldn’t take it and loudly pronounced his orgasm as he came.
At the same time I orgasmed without having touched myself in over a minute, and splattered the cubicle wall with my small but fierce cum shot.
The woman stopped reacting as much to my hand as she attempted to focus on his cock again, so I slipped my hand back out and looked once more deep into her body.
My curiosity sated, I quickly took some last photos and put my phone away, wiped my hand with tissue, and did my fly up before leaving the toilets in a mixture of confused embarrassment and desperate pent up sexual tension.
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