I was indeed

Location: Boys' Dorm, WC

State: Tired

HP: 100/100

Lust: 0/100

Infection: 4/100

Equipment:

A reasoned mind would have stopped right here. But my reason was not in charge anymore. All I could see was a cock on the verge of making me feel very good, a peeper eager to watch me in dirtier situations and my pussy getting wet from the anticipation.

The prick was teasing me, barely touching my lower lips and my clit, appearing to go in just before drawing back. It was ****.

"P-put it in!", I yelled louder than I intended, hardly believing I was the one saying those words.

After teasing me a bit more, making me ridiculously whine, he slowly pushed himself inside of me, for my pleasure.

"Aaaah! Finally in!", I shouted once more, forgetting my remorse all at once.

He started to move, as slowly as he had entered my fanny. It felt amazing, but incredibly frustrating, too. I wanted it harder! I wanted it faster! I wanted it now! I moaned excessively, hoping it would encourage him to accelerate his motions and give the audience a better show. But he would not react to my signals. I was going nuts. Was he ever going to fuck me rough? Was he even aware of my presence? Was not I sexy enough? I snatched my shirt, ruining some of its buttons which flew over the stall, revealing my sweaty breasts and my erected nipples to the two staring looks. I was so horny...

"Come on! Don't you think I deserve more?", I whined, arching my back to make my point with my two best arguments.

I could hear pantings from the other side of the wall. His face remained expressionless, but the back-and-forth motion started to get faster inside of me. At last he understood! Or maybe he was just turned on by my boobs. Nevermind. I had what I wanted. I gripped the pipe behind me to cushion the thrusts which made my head hit the wall. My moans got louder and turned into pushy screams of pleasure. I did not know what it looked like from the peep hole, but I intended to make it look and sound as arousing as possible. And it was working. The pantings were turning into moans in the other stall.

The zombie began to grunt and his pace reached an amazing speed. My sensations were so intense I forgot everything but my own pleasure, losing control of my body which shook by itself to double the speed. We were both close to cum and a confuse thought emerged from my foggy mind:

"Aaahhn! Not... AaAh! Inside! Ah!"

It was a mere reflex, something I would say because I had to say it. But my body had other plans. As before, my legs wrapped themselves around him, pushing him deep inside of me. His cock hit my cervix and we both came in unison as I tightened around him, clenching all my muscles and relishing the delightful sensation of his hot seed invading my insides. Three long screams escaped the men's room. After a moment of tired breathings, my partner pulled out his cock and sperm started to drip on the toilet seat. And, like that, he left me naked, in the stall, with my fatigue.

I was exhausted, but relieved. I had really needed this. I lied a moment on the toilet seat staring at the ceiling, letting the bodily fluids dripping on my body and slowly catching my breath. Wow. It had been quite a show, I thought to myself, giggling. It was hard to describe what I felt. A mix of shame and pride and... sadness? Yes, I longed for the time I used to be... normal. Now I was clearly, a freak, a pervert. I had deliberately been fucked by this guy I did not know, knowing perfectly well that someone was watching. I had had a choice. I could have stopped it, but I just let it happened. I had to admit it: I loved the attention.

Suddenly, I heard a creaking noise. The door of my stall opened, and another male zombie entered. He probably had been lured by our earlier yelps. I sat up straight and saw his cock getting closer. I noticed that it was the first thing I had stared: his crotch, not his eyes (red, as usual).

"Pervert", I muttered to myself.

I looked at the glory hole and saw an eye. She was still watching. A part of me wanted to give her another show. Another part of me wanted to run far away. Another one just wanted to shut my eyelids and sleep.