A tawdry quickie in the employee bathroom

Pete slams your back against the tiny wall of the employee bathroom. The thin partition vibrates from the impact. Your mouths are open to one another, your hands are on his back, pulling him against you. His hands are mashed between your firm ass and the wall, and he's giving you a good squeeze.

His lips taste like mint, yours no doubt taste like the wine that has you acting indecent. Nah, that's not fair to the wine, you'd probably be acting like this without it.

The catcalls of the employees are silenced, or at least muffled, as Pete reaches back and slams and locks the door. The bathroom is tiny. Just a sink, a toilet, and a bucket of cleaning supplies. The trash can is overflowing with crumpled toilet paper. It stinks of cleaning chemicals and urine.

It's all happening very quickly. His hesitation is gone, replaced be an animal hunger to fuck that matches or exceeds your own. You reach between Pete and unbuckle his belt. He slides a hand down to the hem of your dress and pushes it up your thighs. You unbutton and unzip his pants. No underwear. Your hand finds his very large and very thick cock. He's rolling your panties down.

You let him and then drop to your knees to see his cock. You've never been with an uncircumsized man before. Your lips close around the odd head of his cock, but the taste is familiar. Precum and the slight musky taste of a man.

You tease Pete's cock with your tongue and stroke him a few times, pulling back the foreskin and feeling the familiar bulbous head between your lips. You bob up and down on him, twisting and licking along the underside. He rocks his hips, fucking gently into your ovalled lips.

His hands wrest on your head, guiding you. He moans and pushes more eagerly into your mouth, cramming across your tongue and against the back of your throat. You can tell he wants you to keep sucking, but you didn't bring him back here just to blow him.

You pull your mouth off his prick and he moans in disappointment. You don't bother to have hurt feelings. You hop up and sit on the sink. The cold, wet porcelain shocks your bare ass. You spread your milky white thighs and reach between your legs, dragging him towards you with a firm grip on his cock. He takes hold of your hips, bunching up the fabric and pressing the meaty head of his dick against your juicy slit.

"Come on stud," you moan and wrap an arm around his neck. "Feed me that dick."

He takes hold of it, teasing you, playing it across your clit, teasing up and down your slit until you're gasping for him to fuck you. He finally thrusts into you, slowly but without pausing, feeding an inch and then another and then another into your aching cunny. He fills you completely and then begins to back out.

You throw your legs around him and dig your heels in as he begins the in and out. Your juices wet his thick shaft, your head bangs against the cheap mirror behind you. He leans down and kisses you, fucking in and out, spearing you as his tongue fills your mouth. It's awkward, but unbelievably hot. You cum in less than a minute. A personal record. You begin screaming with abandon as Pete's fat dick glides in and out. His prick swells inside you and your spasming muscles flutter around it.

"Cumming," you moan. "Fuck, god, cumming!"

He laughs and plows harder, his legs slapping against the sink, one hand reaching up to squeeze your breast roughly through your dress.

"Ahhhh!" He moans. "Ahhh!"

"Cum inside me," you gasp. "It's okay."

He needs no further invitation. His cock stiffens and then twitches, launching his heavy load into your womb. You feel it as a liquid warmth that seeps out around his pistoning shaft and runs down your crack. You can feel him throbbing, pulsing, as he spurts out his cum into your wet depths.

You remain locked like that for several seconds, even after his orgasm has diminished to weak aftershocks. You're both breathing heavily and covered in sweat. You laugh at him and he kisses you again. During the kiss his softening cock slips free and like an uncorked bottle his load pours out neatly into the basin of the sink. You work your inner muscles a few times to squeeze out the last.

As he buttons up and tucks away he admires the messy cream pie.

"Thanks, babe," he says.

He leaves first, closing the door so you can straighten up. You can't do much for the stain on your dress.

Once you've cooled down you freshen up your makeup and return to the table. Mr. Wood greets you as if you'd only been gone a minute, when really you were gone...three minutes!? Well, you were certainly satisfied and that's what counts!