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From: RavensDrkGothic@aol.com
Full-name: RavensDrkGothic
Subject: {ASSM} Stalling 2
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Date: Sun, 27 Dec 2015 07:10:03 -0500
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Stalling 2
 
Listening in anticipation, wanting, willing the door to open to the  
restroom.  Then the look of excitement as I hear a noise and again the door  bangs 
open.  As my head leans against the side of the stall.  My voice  calls 
out.  "Over here.  Quickly.  Let me suck you."  Not  even knowing at whom it 
might be.  Just knowing I need them. 
    "Where you at, who are ya", a voice calls out, as I  here steps moving 
to the stalls?  "There's a hole in the side, let me take  care of you," my 
voice pleading softly.  "Hurry."  Again wiggling  fingers through the hole.  
Looking down I see to mud encrusted work boots,  the toes touching my knees. 
 Then I feel a semi hard cock pushing at my  fingers and then into the 
stall.  Again it is black.  Flexing as it  sildes through the hole.  Long but 
thinner than the first.  Lips  quickly wrapping around the head, feeling is 
soft in my mouth and grip, then  stiffening as I stroke and suck.  Tongue 
tickling the tip.
    Gasping in surprise as it stiffens and piss sprays  into my mouth, 
filling my cheeks and choking me.  Eyes really stinging as I  jerk back the cock 
slipping out of my mouth. Pee spraying on my face and suit  jacket and 
blouse, then over my skirt.  Quickly grabbing it again and  moving it back to my 
mouth, tasting the pee, swallowing the liquid warm in my  mouth, feelng the 
cock pulsing at the man is playing with me.  A squirt and  then nothing, 
then agains a squirt, my tongue licking around the hole, feeling  the push of 
the stream and then covering it again.  Then tasting the last  of the man's 
urine. Licking at the head and the last few drops.  "Youse a  nasty girl, 
you are a girl?"  A hand reaches under the stall and rubs at my  left leg.  
"Gees, you are covered with piss.  It's what you cunt's  deserve."  Laughing 
he slaps my thigh and then rubs his hand on it.   "Stupid bitch", he says as 
he walks out the door.  Again the deafening  silence.
     Looking down, I see my power work suit,  covered with moisture.  The 
clothes damp against my skin.  The smell  of piss stronger as I lick my lips, 
tasting it on my face.  Reaching up, I  feel my hair damp.  My legs in a 
puddle of piss.  Crying dryly in self  pity, I slowly stand up, feeling my 
clothes as dirty and smelly and fitting for  my surroundings.  Wondering 
whether to leave them on or to strip.   Taking the suit jacket off, the front 
stained wetly, I hang it on a hook on the  door.  Looking down, my blouse 
transparent where the piss touched, my leg  nipple raised, clearly outlined 
against the wet material.  Opening a couple  of buttons, to show my small 
cleavage, bending my head as I blow on the wet  blouse,  feeling my nipple full of 
sensation at the breath of air.   Wishing I was able to reach a hand blower 
to dry the clothes, not knowing how to  take care of the smell. 
    Wishing I had my purse, but he has that.  My  wipes, my lip balm, my 
perfume, my small vibrator, the emergency  condums.   Would settle for a comb 
or the small brush.  Anything  that I could rub on my clit, push into my 
needy cunt.  Thinking that, my  hand again, pulls my skirt up, fingers rubbing 
on the raised nub.  Sick  girl that I am, my eyes twinkle for a moment as I 
see the toilet paper  holder.  Dropping the lid of the toilet, I sit down, 
skirt hiked to my  hips, legs splayed wide, as I take the toilet paper from 
the holder and set the  roll on the tank behind me.  Taking the spool, I rub 
the 5" cyclinder along  my puffy lips.  The touch of it, making me bend over 
in pleasure, moaning  loudly at the touch.  Then slowly pushing the 
restroom cock into my  pussy.  Feeling it as it slides into my hot hole. Thighs 
wanting to clench  on it, but holding off as I press more into my cunt.  Biting 
at my lower  lip as the shaft disappears, just my middle finger and thumb 
holding it, as the  tips of the fingers now disappear. 
    Leaning back, my fingers working the toilet cock in  and out of my 
pussy, hips raising off the seat as I push to my lover.   Feeling my walls 
contracting on it, grasping at it.  Eyes closed as I  imagine a  cock in my 
pussy.   Whimpering.  Pinching my clit  as I work it in and out, my fingers 
slippery with my juices.  Losing my  grip on it then, pushing in to pull it out 
again.  Enjoying the sensation,  needing to cum, but wishing for more, as I 
think of the first black cock.   So long and thick.  Wishing that was filling 
my hole. 
    Opening my eyes, I look around and see a plunger in  the next stall.  
The suction part and the long wooden handle.   Reaching under the stall, I 
pull it to me.  Smiling oddly, I stand and pull  the toilet spool from my 
pussy.  Looking at it slimey and wet.  Then  setting the plunger on the floor, I 
stand over it and slowly lower my body to  the tip.  Feeling it pushing 
into my hole, as I squat lower.  More and  mor of the shaft entering my pussy.  
Thicker than the spool and longer than  the black cock. Feeling it deeper 
in my hole.  Turning around, I lean over  the bowl and push lower to the 
plunger.  My hair, now floating in the  water, as I flex my legs on my long 
cock.  Jerking in pain as it jams as  far as it can go.  Tears in my eyes, as I 
raise up and then lower again,  feeling the rubber head  flattening with my 
weight.  Legs squeezing on  the shaft, moving faster and faster, sliding 
along the wooden  handle. 
    Screaming in pain, as I feel a sharp pain in my  pussy lip.  Raising up 
and shaking as I pull a splinter from lip.   Eyes blurred as I lick my 
finger, tasting my blood and juice on it.   Reluctantly putting my lover to the 
side.  Sitting frustrated and so  fucking horny.  Squeezing the blood from 
the lips, making sure no splnter  left inside.
    Taking the paper spool and again slowly fucking my  cunt.  No 
gentleness, just wanting to feel the shaft using me, taking me,  making me beg to 
cum. Finally shaking with release, my body coated with a  film of sweat, hot as 
my body spasms, then cooling to chill me, as I sit limply  in the 
aftersensations.
    Mouth dry and body smelling now of piss and sweat  and nasty slut.  
Looking down, as I sit legs spread wide.  My blouse  still moist, a stain on 
the white linen.  Discolored.  My skirt also  moist and stained.  The knees of 
my stockings ripped.  The material  sticking to my knees.  Not wanting to 
investigate that too closely.
 
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