Be an eager slut

Her pleading voice tugs at something you've ignored inside of you for a long time. In that short amount of time being in the presence of her long, swaying, twitching cock, sat there in front of it and taking in that deep, raw musk just drives you wild! Fuck it, you came to serve some fat futa cock and that's exactly what you were gonna do to that poor musky beast swaying in front of you, begging for a nice warm mouth to be wrapped around it. Eagerly you lean forward, lips parted wide as they wrap around the head of her foreskin covered cock, tongue teasing at the tip, lapping at salty beads of pre like it's the greatest thing you've had the pleasure of tasting.

The inexperienced futa on the other side gasps sharply as you work away, drawing more and more pre onto your tongue. "O-oh my! That feels n-nice. More, pretty please?" Her hips twitch and she buckles forward into the stall wall trying to get more of her cock in your mouth and like the service-slut you are, you push forward taking her girth into your mouth with enthusiasm to the best of ability. Her thickness stretches your jaw, hurting slightly but you don't want to disappoint your first real cock. Your tongue works every vein, every ridge it traces, swirling along her cock and teasing as you huff in the pungent aroma right in front of your nose, it's intoxicating smell servicing as fuel for you need to please.

That raw, unwashed musk hits you like a truck and her taste, a mix of sweat and dried cum from her lack of hygiene. Fuck, it makes your cock twitch in your pants, a growing wet spot forming as you greedily slurp on the head of her cock. You grab the base of her shaft through the hole and stroke what isn't in your mouth, feeling the veiny piece of fuckmeat pulse in your grip. Her balls dangle low, swollen, fuzzy orbs churning with your prize. Every time she bucks against the stall her balls slap with a thwap-thwap, taunting you with how full and heavy they are, God you wish you could feel them in your hands. You stroke the base faster, your hand slick with your own spit now dribbling down her shaft, a wet, rhythmic schlick-schlick echoing throughout the bathroom.

Your jaw aches from the stretch, but she must be close, you bob deeper, gagging on her length despite your best attempt, tears prickling your eyes as you try to **** more in your mouth and down your throat. You must reach the base of her cock! And with some effort you start to reach, the tip of your nose pressing into her bush as her cockhead invade your throat with a mix of gagging and squeezing her length, working to milk her balls.

Her breaths come in ragged whimpers, growing more frantic. "O-oh god, I-I'm getting close..." Her cock twitches wildly in your mouth, those fuzzy orbs tightening up as her body trembles on the other side which encourages you to redouble your efforts by slurping louder and stroking along her cock faster, determined to milk her. You pull back with a wet, obscene pop, strings of spit and pre connecting your swollen lips to her glistening, throbbing tip. Your chest heaves, lungs burning, but the sight of that massive, vein-ridged girl-cock twitching desperately through the hole makes you get back to work immediately. Your tongue flattens against the underside of her shaft and you drag it upward in one long, worshipful stroke from the base all the way to the tip, both hands wrapping around and pumping her saliva coated cock with fast, twisting strokes which draws out a broken whine from the girl.

"I— I can't— oh fuck—!"

Her hips jerk forward uncontrollably, slamming the stall wall. The fat head bullies past your lips again, letting her shallow-fuck your mouth for a handful of frantic thrusts while your hand works the rest of her in a blur until you pull off her at the last second as that monster starts to spasm in your grasp. The first rope hits like a slap, hot, thick, and heavy as it splatters from your forehead down across your left eye in a sticky white stripe. You flinch but keep your mouth open, tongue hanging like an easy target. The second shot lands across your lips and chin, so voluminous it drips immediately in gooey strands. The third and fourth paint your right cheek and nose in overlapping ropes while she bucks, hips stuttering as if she can't decide whether to pull away or keep going.You let her empty herself, spurt after spurt keeps coming, way more than you thought possible until your face feels glazed with warm weight sliding down your skin in slow drips. Some lands on your tongue; the taste is pungent, salty-bitter, still carrying that same unwashed musk that's been filling your head for the last ten minutes. You swallow what lands inside your mouth without thinking while the rest drips from your chin onto your hoodie in fat plops. Her cock gives a final, weak twitch… then starts softening slightly, still drooling a lazy last trickle that you instinctively catch with your tongue before it falls. For a long moment there's only harsh breathing echoing off the tiles and then, timid and shaky from the other side.

"…th-thank you… um… s-sorry it was… so much…"

A rustle of fabric. The sound of her fumbling to tuck herself away and footsteps retreating until the bathroom door creaks open and closed again.

You're left alone again.