Down The Hatch

Emma, let her feet slide to the floor. It didn't really matter if someone walked in now. If someone saw two pairs of feet under the stall, then she deserved whatever happened to her.

But until that happened, she was going to give in to her lust and keep exploring this depraved side of herself. Emma gently pulled the man's hand from his pecker. The man gave her a confused and concerned look, then relaxed when Emma leaned forward and sucked his drooling cock into her mouth.

She nursed the leaking cock head, swirling her tongue around the rubbery knob, smearing the thick precum all around with her tongue. She swallowed, then began to move her mouth up and down the small shaft. With each forward motion, Emma received another dollop of precum.

Then the man ran a hand through her hair and softly said, "Here, sweetie, here it comes."

Thick gobs of cum oozed from the man's prick. It didn't shoot out like a young man's. The viscous fluid just leaked out, but in copious amounts. Emma kept blowing the man and letting his gunk coat her tongue. She thought he would never quit cumming.

The man's semen tasted bad, but Emma, determined for unknown reasons, made herself **** it down. It took more than one swallow to get the creamy load down. It took all of her resolve to keep it down. She was disgusted by herself, yet somehow proud that she had managed to swallow everything the old man gave her.

Emma gagged a final time, then stood up. The old man whispered his thanks, and they both agreed that she should get back before the boyfriend came looking for her.

Emma walked back to the car in a daze. She entered the car, wondering why she sometimes did the things she did, then pushed the thoughts away. Ian was there, smiling. Emma smiled back, startling herself by how easy it was for her to act normal after such a thing.

They drove back to the lake house talking about their show in the park. Emma skipped over the bathroom portion of it all.

At the lake house the two made plans to hang out again, Emma promising herself not to be such a filthy whore. Emma pulled away when Ian tried to kiss her goodbye, stating that her lips were sore from so much kissing, but promised there would be plenty more.

As Ian pulled away, Emma tried to convince herself that she still had a normal shot with him, and they could be a regular couple.