Pamela Packwood

The Virtue News co-anchor and Saint Cities champion of moral decency stared at herself in the mirror of the women's washroom. She had an itch that needed scratching. Pamela started by reaching back and pulling at the zipper of her white dress. It slowly came down to the small of her back and uncovered a tramp stamp of vines and roses sitting just above her butt. With the dress loosened the anchor could free her shoulders, then her arms, then she could push the garment down her body. The blonde sighed with relief as her heavy breasts popped free from their tight confines. The dress compressed and supported them, but it also masked their size and hid the golden rings hanging from each of her nipples.

White fabric hit the floor and left Pamela standing in nothing but her high heels and a tiny purple g-string. She ran her hands up her sides and to her large tits, squeezing them and pulling at her rings with a loud moan. The blonde picked up her dress, took her purse from the counter top and walked into the enlarged handicap stall. Her hidden voyeur had shifted positions from low to high, their camera now poking over the top edge of the wall between the two stalls. Pam locked the stall door behind her and began to dig through her large purse. She pulled out another shocking revelation for her secret audience; sixteen inches of thick, black, silicone cock.

The stall had it's own small sink and mirror where Pam once again admired herself. She crossed her arms under her breasts and held the dildo in her cleavage before kissing, licking and loudly slurping at the head of the artificial manhood. All the while she watched herself in the mirror; staring at the black shape pressed against her milky white skin, admiring the glint of gold with each motion of her large tits and growing increasingly wet at the sight of the phallic tip disappearing between her lips. Both Pamela and her peeping tom found the scene to be exceedingly erotic.

She then turned to the side and took the base of her large friend in hand. With shortened, excited breaths she lifted the toy into the air to let its large head dangle above her face. Pamela leaned her head back and opened her mouth. She kept her gaze on the mirror the entire time; staring at the bulge moving down her throat as she took more and more of the black penetrator into her mouth. Her eyes watered as its broad base pressed against her lips and bottomed out. Pamela then pulled the toy from her throat in one quick motion. She coughed, she gagged, she shuddered and she orgasmed as much from the act as from watching herself perform it.

It was fun, but that wasn't the itch that needed scratching.

The news anchor stood in the middle of the stall and planted the toy on the ground between her feet. She squatted down to it, reached back and pulled her underwear to the side. The hidden camera woman lamented at not being able to see the toys tip kiss Packwoods anus. At first she lowered herself slowly to the floor. The black rod slid into her ass inch by inch as her mouth hung open and her eyes rolled back. Then the bouncing started. The length of silicone pounding into her ass over and over drove the blonde to the wild and caused her to fall forward. She clenched to keep the feeling of fullness from leaving her entirely and popped the toy from the ground. The cities moral champion knelt with half of a long black dildo dangling from her ass and her face pressed into floor of a public restroom.

She loved it.

Pam grabbed the end of the toy and drove it deep into her bowels with a smile and a squeal. The restrooms door opened before she could start ass fucking herself properly. With her cheek pressed against the floor she could see under all the stalls and track the intruders. Two women had entered and walked to the sinks. They began to gossip about their coworkers rather than do anything else. Pamela heard rumors about Mr. Black and his assistant, about the new hires, about Richardson and finally about herself. Apparently there was a rumor that she was a virgin saving herself for marriage, a real traditional woman. Hearing that rumor brought a smile to her face and a flood to her crotch. She pulled the toy out until just the tip remained in her loosened anus, then she drove it back in. Again she drew it out until just the flared head of her big black friend remained within her, then she impaled herself again. And again. And again. The feeling of the massive toy scraping against her insides drove her to the edge. That was the itch she needed scratched.

The gossips were completely unaware that the uptight and proper Pamela Packwood was pounding her own ass not twenty feet away. The butt slut lost herself in a haze of self degradation and, on a whim, ran her tongue across the bathroom floor. The act filled her with disgust and made her body convulse with pleasure. It was the last straw. Her arms fell to her sides as her muscles **** the dildo out with a plop. She lay with her face on the floor, her gaping ass pointed towards the bathroom stall door and a flood running down her inner thighs. Her eyes had rolled back and drool dripped from her smiling lips.

The gossips had smelled something off and taken their chatter somewhere else. Pamela remained on the floor for several minutes before standing. Her itch had been scratched. She took her time cleaning herself up in the sink and left only the lingering smell of sweat and girl cum as evidence of her act.