You suck him a little, then he wants to fuck you while you pee

"Suck them," he whispers, when you tongue lightly touches his balls. He eases backward a bit to give you room, requiring you to dip your head sideways.

Your hair dips into the uncleaned bowl, unnoticed by either of you as you draw one hair black ball past your lips. You swirl his testicle like a fine wine, feeling his body squirm. With your tits pressed against the cold porcelain, itself as dirty as the floor below, your thick nipples slip under the lip of the toilet seat.

The shifting of his body as you suck each of his balls makes the seat flex. With just enough room between the plastic and the porcelain each time the material flexes it's like fingers pinching. Always extra-sensitive, the sensation of pinching becomes harder and harder as your nipples thicken, removing all slack between the seat and porcelain.

You freeze for a moment as you hear the stall next to you open and close, and remember the boys who brought you here. Are they still outside or did they leave? You can't hear anything, and twinges from your bladder remind you to resume your task.

"Suck my dick," the boy hisses, pushing you back, drawing your wet hair with you. For a long moment your breasts seem to stretch, the nipples trapped until finally they snap out from under the toilet seat.

Squirming on the floor and eager to get this over with you part your lips, practically inhaling his dick. It's not the first black cock you've serviced, and you plunge down on it enthusiastically, trying to get him off. After far too long a period he grabs the side of your head and pushes you off.

"What?" you whisper, conscious of the man in the next stall.

"I want to fuck you," he says.

Shaking your head you continue to squirm, barely containing what you know will be a massive spray from your urethra.

"Sit on the toilet facing the wall. You can pee while I fuck you. But when I come you stop."

"What?" you repeat, nearly losing control of your bladder right then.

"You heard me," he says, and stands up.

You stare at the seat, knowing that it's **** at all. In an instant you're straddling the dirty seat, hands against the wall and your butt protruding over the edge.

The man has just enough room to slip his dark cock between the seat and you, though he pushes your forward until your cheek is pressed against the tiles, your lips nearly kissing it as he nudges his pecker against your sex.

His dick entering your pussy presses against your bladder and you lose all control. Every thrust of his cock is like a hand squeezing on the little organ, but it seems that as fast as it exits your body more enters from the pop you'd been drinking.

"God!" the boy yelps, having barely accomplished a half dozen strokes before he unleashes his seed deep within you.

"Stop," he orders you.