Duck Into The Stall

Cursing under her breath, Lois ducked under the door to the stall, wiggling through. The women turned to look at the reporter, silent but curious—yet even as Lois watched, she saw them display signs of anticipation and excitement, eyes drawn continually back to their respective holes, posture straightening. Naked as they were, Lois could see their nipples slowly harden.

As the footsteps came closer and closer, Lois assumed her position before the third hole, keeping a little ways back.

Hopefully, they won't see my knees. Lois looked down at her tight pants, knowing she didn't have time to take them off. Otherwise I'll be discovered in a heartbeat.

Heartbeat. Lois felt her own chest thump and shudder. She couldn't really see much from this angle, only hear the movement in the bathroom. No talking, she noticed. More than one person.

A smooth rip of metal teeth separating.

They're unzipping. Lois shivered, and shot a look at the women next to her. They were visibly excited, licking their lips, hands in their laps...no, not in their laps. The reporter stared, fascinated, as she saw their fingers dig between their legs, masturbating quietly in anticipation.

There was a gurgle of water on water. Lois blushed. Men piss when they're in a bathroom. Completely normal.

She tried not to think about it. Hands on cocks, aiming their heads into the toilet. Lois had never actually seen a man pee, though of course she knew the basics of how everything worked. Had even heard her past boyfriends and lovers go take a piss after sex.

But after... Lois felt her pulse quicken again as the gurgle slowed down to a drip, then cease...and there was no sound of them zipping up again. Instead, the feet came closer...right up to the wall of the stall they were in. The reporter swallowed. Were they going to...?

Lois' query was answered a moment later, when a soft, pink cock was fed through the farthest hole in front of Diana. The reporter swore she saw a pale drop still hanging onto the foreskin at the end...but then there was just the blonde's mouth, sucking gently on the soft prick. As Lois watched, Diana began to bob her head, the slick, wet dick visibly swelling, growing longer, harder...and the whole time, the blonde's hand never moved from between her legs.

Despite herself, Lois felt a warmth between her legs...and a hunger gnaw at her belly. A point-blank view of an erotic act...in person...she was so taken by the sight that she was taken aback when another prick manifested, this time in the middle hole. The other woman in the stall, Jenny, was on it an instant, but she used her left hand to peel back the foreskin and began to lick and kiss the prick, letting it swell in her hand instead of taking it directly in her mouth...

...and then the reporter heard a third pair of feet, stop right in front of her hole. Gulping silently, she stared through the hole, catching a glimpse of dress slacks...and wondering what she was going to do.

If they stick their dick through, I'll have to suck it. The reporter's heart hammered against her sternum. ****. The jig will be up if I don't. That...that would be terrible. She licked her lips, warmth growing between her legs, saliva filling her mouth. Lois grabbed her crotch through her pants and squeezed, feeling the heat there. **** at all...