I kissed a Guy... and I Liked it

SLAM...

The door to the men's toilet is forced open as I feel myself whipped around and pushed aggressively into the cubicle door. I ignore the pain as my aggressor closes the gap, pressing himself into me and me into the wooden door.

"A-a-ahhhh nnnnm" I moan as my hair is gripped tightly and tugged to the side, forcing my head to look up and my eyes to gaze into the deep, hazel orbs of the man pressed so aggressively against me.

My face is forced closer to his and my lips seal shut with a sudden fear for what is about to happen. My plump lips then collide with another's but still do not open, whilst my eyes also screw shut. His kissing becomes more aggressive, if that were even possible, as he grows impatient with the lack of reciprocation.

"Ahhh....mmfffff" I yelp in surprise before my squeal is muffled by a thick, wet, tongue sliding past my lips and filling the space inside my mouth. I can feel his smirk of satisfaction as his tongue fucks my mouth, exploring every cavity, following his resorting to dirty tactics and the violent squeezing of my perky butt.

The sound of lips smacking begins to permeate through the bathroom as I reciprocate the kiss and eagerly suck on my mouths intruder. Moans of arousal from both parties filling the air as I find myself getting lost in this moment of sheer bliss. A hand still assertively groping my behind whilst another repeatedly tugs on my locks, his crotch pressed hard and grinding against mine, his tongue ravaging my welcoming mouth.

*CLICK* *CLICK*

Photos are being taken by those who entered the room for relief. Despite hearing these sounds there is no fear of being exposed online to friends and family, I am too lost in the moment of desire. In fact the knowledge that other people want to capture this moment feels rewarding.

Out of nowhere the stall door is pulled open and figure squeezes out as Charlie backs me inside without hesitation. His tongue still secure in my mouth as his hands release me to click the lock. I can only make weak, quiet groans of satisfaction when they return to assault my body again.