Chapter 3: The Hunger Intensifies

I had thought that my problem would simply go away after the horrible things I had done. Not only did they come back a mere two days after, but they grew more. After one instance of sex, my body had grown to expect sex, and not in the periods of time that I planned on. It wanted more, and it wanted it now. And yet again I was put into a place where I had to make a choice. Before was the solution that I did not want but so truly needed.

After a few days of guilt, I had decided it was best to distract myself. I took up a friends' invitation for a lunch date, and so she picked me up and brought us to Stacey's. Stacey's was a run down local restaurant. My friend had chosen this place to "support local businesses" so that she would feel better about herself, and to be honest, Stacey's desperately needed it. The only reason Stacey's remained open was because the Bimbo that ran the place would blow anyone that said hello to her. It attracted every single scumbag in this town and was pretty much the only reason people came here.

I never thought much about the disgusting things that happened here on a daily basis, but I now had ****. After an average lunch of some Chicken and Waffles, I had excused myself to the bathroom, and as I ran into the middle stall, I began to understand how this restaurant remained afloat. Cut into the walls of the stall were two circular holes, one on each side, perfect for someone to stick their juicy mushroom through. As I went to move stalls I heard someone walk into the stall beside me. Intrigued, I waited to see if anything would happen, and that is when the man in the stall beside me stuck his large piece of meat through the hole.

I stood there staring for a few seconds, letting it sink in. I could feel how empty I was inside, even after the events of two days ago, and I knew that I could not resist.

"Have you got a rubber?" I asked the man beside me.

"Sure." He replied, tossing a condom over the top of the stall. I caught it and wrapped it over his dick.

I removed my pants and turned around bending over. As I slowly moved backwards, I could feel the man's throbbing erection pushing into my sopping pussy. My brain then shut off. I began twerking on this unknown man's dick. My only thought was of pleasure. Minutes passed before he suddenly pulled away. I continued twerking hoping it would come back, and soon it returned. I knew his condom was off, but I did not care. Then he began to fill my insides with his cream. I let him fill me with a few ropes before I pulled myself off of him and knelt down, letting him unload the rest into my mouth. As he eventually pulled away from the wall, he then slipped a few fifty dollar bulls through the hole before I heard him leaving.

I felt dirty. I felt like a prostitute, selling my body just for a feeling. But I also felt fucking amazing.