It's a NAUGHTY booty call

You weren’t sure how long the two of you had been going at it, but you were fairly certain you were running out of time. What that would mean if you and Becca ran out of time while fucking in a public restroom was a little up in the air, and the fact that you were supposed to be ‘keeping a low profile’ had entered your mind briefly.

It was damn fucking hard to think straight when a damn beautiful woman was asking for your dick, though.

The good thing was that you were almost done.

“That’s it,” Becca mumbled. “Do it. Do it.”

She was leaning back against the sink counter a little awkwardly with her back to the mirror, one leg up and hooked over your shoulder while she kept the other one spread to the side, knee resting on the counter as well while her foot pressed to the bathroom wall. This spread her open nicely for you to fuck her, and in this position she’d also pulled her shirt up to show you her tits.

You weren’t fucking her though. Not really.

With the goal of nasty pictures intended to entice Gemma to send naughty pics and clips to her, Becca had decided the grand finale should be extra filthy. So, in this awkward fucking position, you had just the head of your cock wedged into her pussy, teasing her entrance, and she had her upper arms pressing tits together enticingly as she reached down and pinched her labia, spreading them to give a very clear look at her clit and your cock entering her for her phone recording the proceedings. This, of course, was hot but wouldn’t have gotten you off, which led to the last piece of the puzzle - you jacking off your cock with your free hand, using her pussy like it was a cum receptacle.

“Do it,” Becca muttered, trying not to start babbling dirty talk as she bit her lip hard and looked at you with eyes begging for a harder, longer fuck than you both knew could happen. “Do it.”

You clenched your jaw, feeling your orgasm rising, stroking fast and giving yourself a little extra something by letting go and pawing at her ass as it hung off the edge of the sink counter before going back to stroking.

“Um, excuse me?” a voice came, muffled, through the bathroom door. Accompanied by a solid knocking. “Are you OK in there?”

“Fine, sorry,” Becca called, her eyes going wide in shock but also begging you to keep going. “I’ll be out in a minute!”

“Are you sure you’re OK, I heard a weird voice,” the woman outside said.

“I just have a big meeting and I was doing some reflective affirmations,” Becca said, shrugging at you. “You know, ‘I can do it, I am powerful.’ That kind of stuff. I’m so sorry, I’ll be out in a minute.”

“OK,” the woman said.

You hadn’t heard her approach, so you weren’t sure if you would hear her leave or not. Which meant that now you had to be really quiet.

The other option, obviously, was to stop. But your orgasm felt like it was simmering behind your eyeballs and Becca started to hump her hips a little in encouragement, looking at you with a begging urgency.

It didn’t take much more at all for you to feel your orgasm start to ooze to the finish line, burning like pleasurable magma in your body for a moment before you had to clamp your mouth down on a grunt as you started to stroke yourself off into Becca’s pussy, blasts of your cum shooting into her as she flexed her Kegels and made the entrance to her pussy flinch a little, milking your cock head just that little more in encouragement.

The situation was ridiculous, but the sexual act was fucking nuts and scratched a weird itch you hadn’t known you had for some reason. And considering you’d put something like four loads into Amanda that morning and the night before, that was saying something.

And you got it recorded.

Pulling your cock away from her slowly, you got the first pearly white drip of your cum oozing out of Becca’s pussy before she let go of her labia and greedily stuffed her fingers into herself, pushing it back in. Then, with two fingers shoved up her pussy to keep herself plugged, Becca lowered her legs and stood up, pushing her chest to yours as her shirt fell back down to cover her, and kissed you softly. Still preserving her makeup.

‘Fuck that was hot,’ she mouthed to you.

‘Oh my God,’ you mouthed back, nodding in agreement.

She pulled up her thong, getting it on straight to catch any leakage, then leaned over and flushed the toilet, which gave some noise cover as you both shuffled around to get yourselves straightened out. Which included her taking a quick suck of your cock, pulling the last dregs of cum out of you and almost making you groan loudly again.

You both washed your hand, grinning at each other in the mirror as you playfully elbowed each other, and then you dried your hands first at the blow dryer machine, which let you grab her butt and give it a little massage while she dried hers.

You almost ran into Becca’s back as you were leaving the bathroom when she hesitated while opening the door, and you found out why. The barista was giving you both a look of shock. The same barista from the other day when Becca had insinuated that the girl had lost her chance at you.

Becca shrugged. “Couldn’t help myself, needed a pick-me-up before that big meeting,” she said. ”I guess you could take a turn if you wanted, but you’ll probably taste me on him.” Then she headed right by the poor girl and for the front door.

You looked shocked. The barista looked scandalised and immediately turned and rushed away, blushing furiously.

Well, at least some part of your life wasn’t turning out to be more like a porno than real life.

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