A Quick Fuck in the Men's Room

Jessica felt hot! So hot! Like it was a thousand degrees! Somewhere in her head she knew that it was the mixture of weed, **** and orgasm-induced endorphins, which was giving her this reaction, but that knowledge didn’t change anything. All she wanted was a face-full of nice, cool water to calm her, get her focus back, to allow her to think again.

She stumbled through the crowd, bumping into dancing people left and right as Martin dragged her after him. His hand was tight around her arm, not letting go. Why was he coming with her? She was confused. She tried to shout out to him, but her voice was again drowned out by the music and the big Dutchman continued to shoulder his way through the masses of people.

Finally they emerged and found themselves in a hallway that led towards the restrooms. It was far less crowded here, just a few couples making out and people waiting for friends to be done with their ‘business’. Jessica wanted to thank Martin for bringing her here and head towards the ladies’ room, but Martin had other ideas. His hand still firm around her upper arm he pulled her with him, instead heading for the men’s room.

“H… hey… What are you… doing?” Jessica slurred, her mouth feeling dry and furry all of a sudden. Man, that weed was some strong shit! Somewhere she knew exactly what was on his mind, but it seemed her brain was paralyzed.

Meanwhile Martin continued to ignore her. He dragged her past a row of sinks where a couple of guys were busy washing their hands. A few of them turned their head as she was pulled past them and gave her knowing smirks, that made her quickly look away until they were past them.

Jessica glanced around. It had been a couple of years since she had been in a club’s men’s room. To her right was a wall lined with urinals, most of them in use, to her left were the stalls. Martin headed straight for the cubicles while Jessica felt the longing glares of almost all the men in the room on her. Even high she knew now where this was heading and found that she wasn’t objecting. She felt horny! The thrilling experience of being fingered amidst a crowd of people had turned her on even more. Heading along the row, most of the stalls were occupied and only the very last was empty. She tried to say something, but before she got the chance, Martin pushed her inside.

The stall was more or less clean at least. The walls were smeared with scribbling and carved in initials and it had the typical toilet-smell, but at least it was more or less hygienic. She guessed that would change while the evening progressed…

Martin stepped into the stall, pressing up behind her. He closed the door, but found the lock was broken. Whatever. He felt her push her ass out, rubbing her hot, tight cheeks against his bulge. This little slut drove him mad!

He leaned down and kissed her right cheek, then trialed his way down to the side of her neck. She closed her eyes and purred like a kitten as he worshiped her hot, soft skin, grinding back against his crotch while she felt his hands wander around her, quickly getting busy with her pants.

“Oooh…” she moaned, a happy smile spreading on her face as her pants were unbuttoned and unzipped, then roughly shoved down to her mid-thighs, her red thong following suit. The cool air felt good on her pussy and seconds later Martin’s fingers rubbed her soaked lips with his fingers, causing another tremor to run through her body.

“Bend over, sletje!” Martin whispered into her ear, retrieving his hand to quickly get rid of his pants.

Jessica obeyed. She quickly closed the toilet’s lid before kneeling on top, bending forward and bracing herself against the wall.

Martin licked his lips at the sight. He took a moment to run a hand over her right buttock, giving it an appreciative squeeze before moving upwards, dragging the hem of Jessica’s top to her mid-back, exposing the bow-tattoo on her lower back. “Nice trampstamp,” he grinned, running his forefinger along the ink. Jessica looked back with big eyes, looking at Martin as he gripped her hip tightly with one hand and lined his cock up with her drenched cunt with the other. Then he pushed in.

They both screamed out as Martin’s cock **** its way into her passage. He was rough with her, treating her like a slut, but the fingering had prepared her enough. Still, she was so tight, so wet, so warm! Her eyes were huge as she stared back at him over her shoulder, her mouth gaping in a perfect ‘o’. He almost chuckled. This bitch was so high! He reached up and grabbed her ponytail. Yanking it back he **** her to face ahead as he began fucking her in earnest.

“Unnh… uuhhhh… nnghh… uuhh…” Jessica couldn’t hold back the breathless, loud panting as she was pounded from behind. Again and again, the Dutchman’s cock pounded into her. She hadn’t seen it, but it felt huge as it stretched her pussy. His groin slapped audibly against her buttocks as he railed into her, rapidly thrusting in and out of her fuckhole.

She heard men outside the cubicle chuckle and making comments, not understanding what they were saying, but she had an idea. The thought that these men could hear her moan and whimper while she was fucked turned her on to no end. She used one of her hands and reached beneath her body, quickly finding her clit and she began to rub the bundle of nerves. Martin’s balls slapped against her fingers with every thrust.

Martin let go of her ponytail, instead he placed his hand against the side of her head and roughly pushed her face against the wall. Jessica was dazed, the cold tiles feeling amazing against her heated cheek, his cock feeling amazing in her pussy. She felt a shudder run through her cunt.

He felt it, too. The girl was getting close to her second orgasm. A grin spread across his face as he decided to deny her this pleasure for a moment. She whimpered with disappointment when he slowed down, changing his quick thrusts to long, slow ones that kept her on the edge. “Not yet, sletje!”

With his free hand he reached down and grabbed her buttock. She felt soft and tight. With relish he pried her cheeks apart, spreading her ass-crack wide. He watched how his dick slid in and out between her tight, reddened pussy lips, then focused on her tiny, wrinkled asshole that twitched sexily with every thrust.

Aiming carefully he let a big gob of spit fall down. He felt the muscles in her back flinch as he used his thumb to rub the saliva into her sphincter. “N… no… What are y… you doing?” she mewled, her breath still ragged, “Please… not in my… assHOOLE!” She shrieked with shock as she felt Martin push a digit of his thumb past her ring muscle. She tried to buck, but his hand kept her face pressed against the wall. Martin chuckled and she could hear the men outside laughing, making her blush.

“Don’t worry, sletje,” Martin whispered, leaning in close, “I’ll save this for later!” With that he picked up his pace again. The short break had restored his stamina and with this energy he slammed into her.

“UNN… UNN… UNN… UNGH!” Jessica grunted as he brutally fucked her, the sensation of his cock pounding into her heavenly. She heard men outside cheer and bang their fists against the wall, but she couldn’t help herself as her moans turned to screams. “UNN… AAH… OHH… AAH… AAAHHH!”

And for the second time that evening she came. Her pussy clenched, milking his cock as stars danced in front of her eyes. She bucked back against him, eagerly, like a true slut and she felt how Martin buried himself all the way inside her with a last, mighty thrust.

With a roar the man came. Inside her! Jessica felt as shot after shot of hot, sticky jizz was blasted into her womb. She wanted to scream, but her orgasm had taken her last bit of muscle control, so all that came out was a pathetic whine as she slumped down, kneeling on top of the toilet in the dirty cubicle while Martin’s orgasm slowly subsided. He had really filled this slut up good. He looked down to where their bodies were joined, his dick still buried fully inside her. He gave her ass a loud smack, but she barely reacted. In the mix of all those hormones and **** she was out of it.

Slowly he pulled his cock out and stepped back. He quickly fixed his pants, then he knelt down behind her to take a closer look. A grin spread across his face. Her poor, little pussy was fucked open. He could see the rich inner pink as it twitched in the aftershocks of her orgasm. For a second he thought about what to do, then his phone vibrated. Quickly he checked the text and cursed loudly. One of his friends was in trouble with the bouncers and his girlfriend was ****. She had already sent him several messages. He had to go!

“Fuck!” he swore as he realized that he had to leave the girl behind. She’d slow him down. He took one last look at Jessica’s well-fucked, pink cunt, then he straightened and left her collapsed in cubicle without a word, rushing out of the restroom. He didn’t even bother to close the stall’s door, treating everyone who cared to look in to a first class view of Jessica Alba’s cum-dripping pussy and tiny, puckered asshole!