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From: RavensDrkGothic@aol.com
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Subject: {ASSM} Stalling 1
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Date: Sun, 27 Dec 2015 06:10:06 -0500
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Stalling 1
 
    Sitting on the broken lid of the toilet, I look  around at the dingy 
walls.  Dirt and words, some readable others not  scribbled on the walls.  A 
half crushed roll of paper hanging from the roll  holder.   The floor sticky 
with any number of possibilities.  The  scent not the aromtic smell of a 
well kept restroom; but the smell of urine the  predominate odor.
    My suit, so sleek and expensive,  skirt hiked up to my thighs.  Thighs 
are exposed, as my finger  idly strokes along my bare pubes.  I can feel the 
press of my  nipples  on the fabric of the dress.  Sitting in the dimly lit 
stall.  My  appearance a stark contrast to the filth of my surroundings.  
Looking over  to the two holes in the wall of the stall.  Duct tape in a star 
pattern to  pad the ragged holes.  Leaning forward, I look to see what 
might be on the  other side.  Knowing that is is the outer wall, a line of 
urinals fill  my line of vision.
    Wondering how I ended up in the men's room of a  this squalid $5 a hour 
hotel.  My high heels scrapping across the grime of  the floor as I extend 
my legs.  The legs not bad for a woman of 37.   Long legs, sleek with the 
help of the flattering stockings. My skirt  flaring around my hips, maybe a 
bit wide, ass maybe a little heavy.  The  waist, not bad.  A flat stomach, if 
not hard.  Soft with a thin layer  of flesh, then the small breasts, still 
jutting proudly, defiantly, nipples  hard.   Nice round suckers.  Large on my 
small  breasts. 
    The sound of the steam in the radiators, clanging  as it shoots into 
the air.  Pipes banging.  Sounds from a distant TV,  an occasional truck horn, 
those are the sounds in the confines of the  stall.  Ears attuned to the 
sounds of a door.  Feeling my resolve  leaving me, pushing at the stall door, 
already knowing there is a padlock on the  outside.  A deal with the devil 
this.
    Lifting from the closed toilet lid, feeling the  dress stuck to it for 
a moment, then pulling free.  Disgusted at the  thought of what might have 
been on it.  Feeling the need to urinate, a pit  of fear in my stomach.  
Lifting the lid and seat feeling a weak stream of  pee, not relieving my 
nervousness, as I straddle the grimy bowl.  Trying  not to touch legs or thighs or 
nether region to it.  Jumping at the sound  of the toilet flushing.  The 
echo loud against the walls.  Looking  down and seeing the slow swirl of water, 
tinted and discolored as it  stills.  
    Hearing the door banging open, the shuffle of feet  across the floor.  
The sound of a zipper  loud in the quiteness.   Then the sound of water, of 
piss, a loud stream as it strikes the back of the  urinal.  Moving to a 
hole, I look out to see a man, legs spread facing the  wall.  Feeling my face 
flushing, my breathing labored, chest heaving, legs  opening and closing, as I 
watch.  Opening my dry lips, searching for the  words as my tongue licks 
over them, wetting them.  Then hearing the words,  as I speak through the 
hole.  "Mister, can I clean you up?"  My eyes  watering as I hear those words 
from my mouth.  Seeing the man straighten up  and slowly turn around, a stream 
of piss wetting the floor in a half  circle.  His semi-erect cock, help in 
his hand, his eyes surveying, looking  at the wall of the stall, and then 
past.  As he stands there, his piss  still splashing on the floor, his eyes 
foucus on the holes in the  stall. 
    Looking I can see that his sneakers are spattered  with the urine, a 
few spots on the bottom of his pants.  Smiling as he  shakes his cock with his 
hand, a spattering of drops fly through the air.   "What is your problem 
ho?  You need a man?"  Walking he moves around  the front of the stall, 
lifting the lock and then slamming it against the  door.  I can see his feet as he 
stands in front of me.  Then he moves  around to the side of the stall.  
His bulk blocking out the light streaming  in the holes, his feet again all 
that I can see as I look down.  Moving my  eye and fingers to the hole, I push 
two through and wiggle them.
    As my fingers move, I feel the man move against  them, pressing his 
semi- hard cock to them.  Scratching my nails against  the flesh, I feel it 
harden.  The shaft bobbing as my fingers caress the  pulsing meat.  I feel the 
cock pushing to the hole, forcing my fingers back  inside the stall.  Eyes 
glued to the openng as i see the bulbous head,  pushing into the hole, the 
flesh stretched at with each pulse the cock swells,  growing longer as a snake 
undulating.  In this case a long thick, black  snake.  My fingers move to 
stroke along the side of the shaft, trying to  encircle the round tube. 
    "Lick it btich", leaning forward my tongue moves to  touch along the 
shaft, just below the head.  Moving my head up and down,  long licks covers 
the hard shaft.  Lips moving to the tip as my tongue  licks at the pee hole.  
Tasting the urine from his recent release.   Inhaling I catch the scent of 
his sweaty body, pressing against the stall.   My fingers encircle the base 
as my head bobs forward, feeling my face pressed  against the stall wall as 
my lips touch my fingers.  My mouth aching as the  thick root fills the 
cavern of my mouth, my cheeks pushed out.  The bulbous  head holding my tongue 
down as the shaft presses deeper.  My eyes watering,  gagging slightly.  
Trying to breathe with my nose pressed against the  wall.
    Sliding to my knees, feeling the grime of the floor  against them, a 
cold wetness, shifting they stick to the floor.  Feeling my  stomach churning 
at the thought of what I might be on the floor.  At the  same time, lower my 
body, feeling swollen and puffy, lips pressed close, one  pressing tightly 
to the other.  Needing relief in that region.   Letting my finger  wander 
down to my thigh, lifting the skirt till my  finger presses on the puffy lips, 
separating them, nail pressing deeper moaning  with my touch.  Feeling the 
wetness betraying my disgust of what I am  doing.
    Moving my head back to pump on the hard black  shaft, leeting the knob 
touch the inside of my lips, then sliding back down on  it.  My throat 
sucking hard, feeling the veins in my neck standing out as  fully as the raised 
veins on the swollen cock.  Drawing deep and then  exhaling warm air over the 
shaft as my lips open slightly.  Tongue tickling  at the tip, feeling the 
veins, pressing them to the sides.  The sound of  heavy breathing and sounds, 
now words.   "Suck that meat girl.   You are nothing but a cocksucking 
white girl.  Wanting some black  meat.  Needing to feel a real man in your 
mouth.  I can see your white  legs, your fancy clothes." 
    "I should fuck your nasty slut hole, then you can  take all those 
pencil dick white boys no trouble. Have you gapping like a subway  tunnel."
    The man's words, causing me to clench my thighs  tight on my finger.  
My nipples sore against the fabric of my blouse,  rubbing on the material as 
I bob on the fat prick.  Feeling tears  in my eyes and need in my body.    
The back of my thigh  rubbing against the cool porclean of the toilet. 
    Without warning, feeling the cock swell and a loud  groan, as seed 
spurts into my mouth, gagging on the hot burst of fluid.  A  tear running down 
my left cheek as i choke on the spewing cum.  Lips  stretched in pain, 
feeling a dribble out the left side of my mouth as a second  and third jet fills 
my mouth.  Swallowing as my bobbing slows, sucking  fiercely at the mushroom 
head, tongue licking around the cap, tasting the man  seed.  Wondering what 
he ate, to cause the slightly sour taste.   Feeling the spurts smaller as my 
hand milks at the shaft, searching for the last  drop.  As my mouth sucks 
the cock loosing some of its hardness.   Abruptly I feel it pulled from my 
lips.  The sound of a zipper and then  footsteps leaving the room.  The door 
slamming noisely in the  quietness.
    Sitting back on my legs, my finger fucking my wet  hole, as my othre 
hand, pinches my nipple.  Feeling flushed as I sit dazed  at how low I have 
sunk.  Smiling wryly at the irony of it.  Then  spreading my legs further, as 
I press my labia to the cool floor, feeling the  swollen lips seeking relief 
as i rub on the sticky surface.  Moaning in  pain and need. 
    
    
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