In the Men's Room

Cyndi just couldn't wait; hoping the Men's Room was empty, she hurried in.

She was in luck; there was no one there.

She rushed past the sinks and a row of urinals headed for the stalls. There were four toilet stalls; Cyndi pushed open the the door to the third one, entered, locked the door behind her, pulled down her panties, and sat on the toilet. She was just in time. Her bladder released. She sighed in relief as she pissed.

Sitting on the toilet, Cyndi glanced around the stall. The walls and door were covered with obscene graffiti and phone numbers. Her eyes fixed on one drawing done in black marker on the back of the door. It showed a naked, big-breasted woman getting fucked by three men with snake-cocks. The cocks were being **** into the woman's mouth, pussy, and ass. Cyndi was revolted; yet she couldn't take her eyes off of the obscene image.

It was only then that Cyndi noticed that there were round holes cut into the walls on either side of her stall. The holes were about six inches wide and worn smooth. She had never seen anything like this in any Women's Room.

Just then the door to the restroom banged open. Cyndi froze. As someone entered the stall to her left, she shrank back, hoping that whoever entered would not peek through the hole. She could hear the sound of a zipper and the rustling of clothing. Looking down at the floor, Cyndi noticed a pair of well-used work boots; the toes were pointed right into her stall. What was this man doing?

Cyndi looked up just a a huge, fat cock poked through the hole. The man's organ had to be over ten inches long, and it wasn't even hard.

"I watched you walk in, sweetie. Suck it!"

Cyndi, still woozie from the booze, couldn't take her eyes off the the waiting cock.