Markus Donaly, Warehouse worker

Markus was new to this town and, despite his age, was quite checked out on the trappings of life. He ditched his college pursuits partway through and took up a basic manual labor job that paid well regardless. After accruing a big enough nest egg, he put in for a transfer and got a similar job in a small town; still just moving boxes. His move took him to a small town that had a cheaper standard of living than his city, and while he wouldn't admit it, he was also happy to flee all the expectations that were weighing him down.

Having given up in the most mature way, his simple life was planned to go as followed; live cheaply within his rental flat, move as little trashy drop-shipped merchandise as he had to at work, and enjoy video games and shows when he could. He would repeat such simple labors and simple pleasures until he could afford a retirement that was the most cost-effective given this town.

On his first day after settling in, it seemed that everyone in the limited staff at his warehouse justifiably had little care whatsoever. All they really did was move trashy bulk goods in and out of storage, all just to be relisted under different names and eventually moved to other warehouses closer to big cities. The lack of pressure was what he had really wanted, so after shuffling around boxes pointlessly, Markus snuck off to the bathroom: taking advantage immediately of his manager's open negligence.

The urinals had reused cardboard in them; working as signs to say out of order. He simply went into one of the stalls for his piss, but as he finished he started hearing a feminine panting sound low and to his left.

Looking down, he saw a blue outline around an apparent gloryhole, but more strikingly was a pair of plump red lips trying to huff the smell of a man towards her. Markus couldn't believe his luck at finding such an office slut, and so soon at that; quickly expanding his options for entertainment in this dull town.

Twisting around and bringing his cock close, her tongue flailed off in the direction of its heat, lapping back and forth on the underside of his cockhead. Tongue bathing him at a frightening speed for a complete stranger, Markus got even closer; soon pressing her frenzied tongue down and getting her plump lips rippling around him in a tight pucker.

She giggled at a high enough pitch to be felt down his cock and swirled around while pulsing her lips with such a strangely manic enthusiasm. Markus clutched the top of the stall and thrusted in, feeling simultaneously overtaken and no remorse to make such a deranged slut gag on him. Her throat opened up instantly and she gulped on him anyway in the rapid speed of a bird chirping.

Her groans and glucks were the perfect music to start his day, with this woman merely being a throat for him to fuck, and at no point did she ever move away from the hole; at most barely an inch or two before quickly pulling herself back for more cock. He looked down as he pounded, admiring her plump lips that would clamp and clench at his base even as they were covered in her spit, and he noticed how shockingly pale her skin was; like some sort of clown, giving him an impression of her being some goth slut identifiable by this aesthetic.

With her throat being used as a toy and her merely moaning hard through the process, Markus could imagine this slut fingering her drooling pussy fast and playing with her tits at the idea of being fucked by him, even if she wasn't pulling her mouth off for another hole's use.

Markus understood that this was some dedicated cumdump; that was taking him all the way into her with his balls platting again and again onto her chin, even as her makeup was running down, leaving lipstick smears around her mouth and red and blue streaks presumably from her eyes that had teared from her mascara.

Not knowing gloryhole manners, but making a guess, Markus pounded a few knocks on the stall and went full **** for a few seconds before pressing in deep to explode into her like a cheap receptical collecting his nut. After a couple short thrusts during his climax, he pulled back and shot out a little onto her tongue as a treat.

He pulled back, watching her show off her filled mouth before she closed it and gulped down hard to soon show it cleaned perfectly.

"Thanks for the cum Mistah heheh~" The cocksleeve said, with a laugh and oddly thick Brooklyn accent, just as she licked her lips and seemed ready for more.

Markus had nutted once, and seeing no need to **** himself, called it quits and felt like he should return to work soon. However, looking around, he saw some graffiti near the hole; mainly two tally marks and a signature from a guy named Rick, and even his review saying 'crazy bitches give the best head'. On top of the toilet paper stand was a pen. Markus went along with it because it was there, so he went to add a tally, but soon after his line appeared, it fizzled away with a strange particle effect.

The line looked to be as blue as the outline around the hole, but after fiddling with it, the tip clicked from a slight twist; and he added a black tally and commented 'definitely' yet decided to not sign his name for obvious reasons. It almost hurt watching the clown slut pout as he left, but he had to.

On his way out of the bathroom he looked back, wanting to see his cocksucker's legs knelt down, then he realized he was in the first stall; meaning she had to be outside of all the stalls. However, there was no one there on the other side; not even the hole that he definitely used. He sprinted back; giving her false hope that got seemingly joked around with as he kept peeking at both sides.

Nothing | clown cumslut.

No one there | a crazed cocksucking whore eager for more.

A completely empty bathroom | plump red fuck pillow lips to cushion a throat fuck.

Markus left after being unable to resolve such an abrupt inconsistency; unknowingly taking the pen with him, and discovering it again when he was on his break.