On Your Knees

After what feels like an eternity the kiss is broken and Charlie pulls his head away as my puffy lips chase his, desperate to reconnect.

"So eager baby, but as good as your mouth tastes it has work to do somewhere else." He states as his strong hands begin to apply pressure to my shoulders.

My knees, already weak, give out and I drop to them. He I am, on my knees, on the floor of a toilet stall, staring up at a man twice my size as I prepare to do something I would normally be repulsed by.

"Look here slut" I hear as my hair is tugged once more and my vision is forced upon the outline of an impossible cock in another mans jeans.

My mouth already watering at the thought of what lies hidden beneath the cloth, my impatience and curiosity beginning to show as I reach out to trace the incredible print and feel it twitch at my touch.

*Zzzzipppp*

It was my hands that undid the zip on his tight denim jeans attempted to reach the muscle through the opening before a sharp tug on my hair makes me withdraw my hands.

His large hands unlock the belt buckle before they slowly pull the denim down, revealing a pair of black Calvins stretching as a result of the engorged member that they aim to withhold. I can see it already, the massive appendage is like a weapon, concealed within the right leg of his underwear, fighting to escape.

I hear a faint chuckle as the owner yanks my face into his crotch, rubbing the musky sent of his boxers into my nostrils. His cock rock hard against my lips with only a thin layer of fabric separating them. I moan as the smell encases me, his manly musk reaching my very core, making me more aroused than I thought possible. And before I can react and taste his penis through the material my face is pulled away and held firmly in place as I look to chase the retreating package.