Stay with Krystal

“It’s my round,” you suggest. Despite the offer Anissa and Abigail aren’t interested, only Krystal. Which means it’s just you and Krystal back at the bar.

“Just us two.” Krystal tells you this with a gleam in her eyes.

“It’s becoming a habit.”

“As long as the habit includes everything, not just the drink, everything.” She gives you a wink. You give her one back.

With a fresh pint the two of you return to your seats to you discuss the previous week.

{if Krystal = 6}

“So, how’s the dream walking going? You don’t appear to have conquered any of them yet? I’m disappointed.”

You recount the dreams you’ve seen, accentuating what you changed. Krystal shifts with the eroticism.

“Just hurry up. I want to see those women as addicted to your cock as I am.”

What can you say to that?

{else}

Krystal wants to regale you with tales of her students, tales that she thought inappropriate for the previous group.

“They’d managed to beat my filters and sneak on some porn, pretty lame porn if you ask me, but they’d managed it. They weren’t good enough, though. I caught them at it. You should have seen their faces when they learnt I’d found out.” She chuckles.

“You took them to see Dr Stricture?”

“No. That old bat. She’d have punished them, but porn, come on, they’re teenagers, they should be learning about sex. Porn is not a good teacher, but it’s better that nothing. No, I got them to show me how they did it, so I can block it, and then I told them not to do it again. Well, not to do it on school property. If they watch porn at home, on their own devices, I can’t stop them.”

“You should steer them away from porn.”

“I told them porn gives unrealistic expectations; except I think I’ve found a man who makes porn’s expectations disappointing.”

Her intense stare confirms she means you.

{endif}

You talk some more about the school, about the week, about everything that happened. At the end of the pint, you feel the need to head to the toilet. You’re just washing your hands after using the urinal when you feel the door open and close. You turn round and Krystal is standing there.

“This is the men’s toilet.”

“I decided I couldn’t wait until I get you home.”

“You’re not meant to be in here.”

“You think this is the first time I’ve been in these toilets? You think this is the first time I’ve had a man in these toilets?”

She places her hand on your chest and pushes you into one of the cubicles. As soon as you’re both in, she turns round, shuts the door and locks it. Then she’s on you, her lips hot and wet and passionate, her breasts crushed against your chest. She overpowers you, pushing you to sit on the toilet seat. Thankfully it’s down.

“What will the bar staff do, if they find us?”

“Do you think I haven’t had most of them in these toilets? Now get these off.”

You quickly obey. Your cock is out and already hardening with the passion. It hardens further as she spits onto her hand and tugs on it. Once it’s hard enough, she pulls off her knickers. She thrusts them into your face, and you’re overwhelmed by the smell of her arousal. She straddles you, spits onto her hand again, and rubs that spit into her moistening cunt. Then she sinks down and impales herself on your cock. Her groan of satisfaction is muffled by her instinct to keep quiet. Your corresponding groan is muffled by her knickers in your face.

Her action is slow and steady and erotic. This is not a frantic fuck. This is a sensual screw, the environment forgotten in the bliss of her hot, wet pussy. She rolls her ass. She rocks back and forth. Your cock churns within her. The toilet creeks beneath you.

At some stage her efforts for silence are broken. She moans into your ears, her moans growing louder the more you rock back and forth. You pull her knickers from your face and stuff them into her mouth to deaden them further.

Then the door opens. You hear it. The sound of the saloon drifting in, laughter, conversation. Loud enough to freeze you in your acts.

Someone’s entered. You can hear them move to the urinal. You hear the splash of urine on porcelain. There’s a male moan of satisfaction. The door opens again. Someone else has come in. They greet whoever is already there. Then the sound of the first man is joined by another.

It’s hell to be buried inside Krystal and not be able to move. Every slight shift reminds you of the bliss of friction. Now motionless you can feel the weight of Krystal on your thighs. She’s not a slight woman.

One of the men washes his hands. Normally you’d want these men to wash their hands, but not this time. This time you want them to go. But this time the first man washes his hands, and under peer pressure so does the second. The noise of the hand dryer allows you some cover to shift her weight, and under that pretence to start thrusting back inside her. Krystal’s face flushes with her attempts to hold back the noise of her appreciation. It’s almost impossible to pause when the hand dryer’s scream cuts off. It starts again for the second man. Most shifting, and Krystal is close to cracking. It stops. The noise of the saloon grows louder, then the shut door silences it again.

A few seconds pause. Did both men leave? There’s no sound of anyone. Probably. That’s good enough for you. She’s not in control. You are. You thrust up into her moist cunt, driving your shaft as deep as it will go. No time for enjoyment now. All you want is fulfilment. You’re leaning back against the wall, your ass hovering over the toilet seat, pounding the soft flesh in your lap.

Krystal’s fulfilment comes first, followed quickly by your own. She muffles her sighs of enjoyment with her knickers, but if anyone entered now, they couldn’t help but hear her joy. No-one enters. You finish shooting your load, she finishes accepting it, and slowly she gets off you. She’s quickly putting her bitten knickers back on, while you put away your manhood. Then, together, you sneak out of the toilet.

Krystal insists on another round. You drink that, but conversation is light, driven away by the pleasure you two had shared. After the round, you head your separate ways home.