Author: Daddy Walker
Title: Fuck Break
Keywords: M+F Fsolo

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Fuck Break


At the bus stop there was an old man sitting on a bench a few
feet away from Cathy. His hair was gray, and his stomach seemed
to be just a bit on the fat side. A shiny white stubble covered
his face. Although he wasn't really dirty, his clothes looked
torn and very far from new.

She had noticed him looking at her when she came there. There was
something about him that fascinated her. His features were
rugged, but beneath the stubble and wrinkles she wondered if he
still couldn't have been considered handsome once, stomach aside.
She had pulled her eyes away from him in embarrassment when she
realized that he had noticed her staring.

A bus that had been standing in front of them started to move,
but Cathy was waiting for another one.

She was a pretty girl, but the kind of pretty girl that doesn't
do very much to draw your attention to it.

She was 25 years old, and about 5'6". Her hair was blond and
long, falling down over her slender shoulders and the back of her
white denim jacket. The size of her breasts was difficult to judge
under the jacket. She was wearing jeans today, and she fit them
perfectly, in a way that had evoked stolen glances after her ever
since the morning. But Cathy rarely noticed people looking. She
never really expected them to, and she was usually just too caught
up in her own world to catch them when they did.

After the bus had left, she could see the porn shop across the
street. There was nothing special about it. This was the kind of
street where you would find a shop like that, and here it was.
Her eyes were drawn to the tantalizing sign over the door.

The street looked so normal. People were constantly passing by,
occupied by some mundane, everyday business or another. But at
the same time, behind those walls, Cathy knew that there were men
sitting in booths with their hands wrapped around their swollen
cocks. And they were jerking off thinking about pussy. Pussy like
her pussy.

She was embarrassed at herself. She was always thinking this way.
When she had been younger she had thought it would go away once
she grew up, but with every passing day it just seemed to get
worse. For a minute she wondered if the people that were passing
by were also thinking it. It just didn't seem possible. They all
looked so normal. She wanted to be like them. After observing the
street for some time she concluded that no one but her was paying
attention to the store at all.

Except maybe one. Her eyes had turned around again, almost on
their own. She met the look of the old man.

- "Do you like the store?", he said.

The voice startled her. She didn't know what to reply. At first,
following an impulse, she just tried to ignore him.

- "I saw how you were looking at the store. You're curious about
it, aren't you?"

Cathy didn't answer. Her mouth was suddenly dry. She was just a
normal young woman, wasn't she? And this was the point where any
normal young woman would leave, wasn't it?

The old man kept going.

- "I'm right, yeah? Do you just want to see how it looks inside?
Or do you want a toy for yourself? They have a lot of toys for
little girls like you, do you know that?"

She forced herself to try to get a grip on the situation. He was
just a creepy old man. He was probably a lonely drunk, shameless
and repulsive, hornied up by being this close to her.

She caught herself looking at his crotch, imagining his cock.

He even moved a little closer now.

This was definitively the point where she should walk away, and
still for some reason she just couldn't bring herself to do it.
She was trembling from nervousness now, and felt a slight nausea
inside. But there was something else as well. Her nipples were
aching for touch. And when she moved, shifting her weight
slightly, she could actually feel her inner cunt-lips, so juicy
that they slid without resistance against each other. She
couldn't believe it, what could possibly be turning her on about
this situation?

The old man kept talking. He really had a lot of nerve. Almost
anyone would have to say that he was getting obtrusive by now.

- "I think I might go into the store soon. They have some fine
girls in those films. It's the best a man like me can hope for
right now, do you know what I mean? Not fine like you I mean...
But good enough for me. And even a guy like me needs something
every now and then, do you know?"

He laughed shortly at himself, and turned his eyes away. For a
second it seemed as if he was embarrassed with himself, but when
he looked back there was still a wily glint in his eyes.

- "So, if you're really curious about the shop, why don't you
follow me in there?"

At first, Cathy couldn't decide if she should be angry or scared.
Who the hell did he think he was? She tried to find something to
say, but her thoughts were blocked. In the middle of it all she
found herself distracted by an image that had flashed through her
mind many times before:

She saw a faceless man alone in one of those little cubicles,
shooting sperm from his cock in long, white spurts, all over the
floor.

What was wrong with her? She heard her own voice cracking in
indecisiveness as she finally opened her mouth to answer him with
what was supposed to be indignation.

- "You're a psychopath..."

As she spoke the words she filled up with regret. She didn't
really mean that. She wasn't sure what she meant. At the very
least, she wasn't sure that she wanted this to end right now.

But he just smiled a crooked, forgiving smile at her.

- "I saw you looking at the store before. You're not fooling me,
I know your kind! Tell me I'm wrong, and I'll leave you alone and
just go in there myself to watch a movie!"

Again, frustration over his arrogance bubbled up inside her, and
she almost spat out her answer.

- "I would never touch you!"

When the old man answered this time he seemed a little humbled,
but he stayed persistent.

- "You won't have to do anything, I promise. There will be people
in there. The guy who runs it will be there, and he won't want
any trouble in his shop. You'll be safe! And I won't touch you
either."

He took a brief pause, and seemed to use it to look for more
arguments.

- "Look, you can turn back anytime you want, right? Or you can
follow me into the booth, and watch a film with me for free...
It's good to sit in one of those booths. I promise. No one will
ever know about it."

Cathy stayed quiet. She had been about to walk away. She had been
dreaming about things like this for a long time now, but this
really wasn't the way she had wanted it. She had no control now.
She didn't know what to say. As her mind raced to find a clear
thought to cling to, she happened to imagine herself in there
with him.

Anything might happen. She might decide to take her clothes off,
showing her young, fuckable body to his desiring eyes. She might
even touch herself for him, watching his cock grow at the sight
of the pussy he was probably longing for more than anything
else.

The man got up now, and Cathy was violently pulled out of her
dreaming. She knew that this was a breaking point. She wasn't
ready yet.

- "Are you coming?", he said.

He waited for a reply, but she just stood there, dumbfounded.
What if she did it now? No one would really ever know, she was
surrounded by complete strangers. Could she really do this?

The old man looked back at her with a sincere look of worry his
face. He smiled nervously at her one more time.

- "Come on... You'll be back out for the next bus..."

...

He walked right in between the shelves of film. It seemed like he
had done this a million times before. He started looking around
immediately, trying to select one.

There were several men in the store, and Cathy kept her eyes down
in embarrassment. Her pulse was racing so hard that she was
starting to feel dizzy. She felt their eyes on her. She had
noticed two men together over by the far wall, and she was aware
of them staring at her, running their eyes up and down her body.
The way they looked at her was exciting. She could have been
anyone to them, but she knew what they were thinking. After
seeing her together with the old man, everyone in here was
thinking it.

She had also become aware of the images of fucking that
surrounded her in every direction. Everywhere her eyes turned
they met with photos of breasts, spread legs, and hard cocks. The
old man inspected cover after cover, looking slowly at the small
pictures. Cocks sticking into cunts. Seductive faces dripping
with sperm. Girls licking white, shiny cum-strings from their
lips. Cathy blushed and panted, and felt her wetness spreading
through her panties.

The old man finally picked a film and walked to the counter, and
she followed him, trying to stay calm. Her eyes turned
accidentally to the two men on the other side of the store. One
of them was big, the kind of man you would see in a gym. The way
he looked at her filled her with a sense of weakness, and a warm,
submissive longing.

...

The booth was small and the light from the roof was strong. The
old man had walked right in and sat down on the bench. It was
covered in red fake leather and stuffed with thick padding, and
it looked surprisingly comfortable. As the door closed behind
Cathy's back she saw a TV screen buried behind a plastic window,
inside the wall opposite to the bench. The old man started the
film, and moved in on the bench. It seemed like he was making
room for her, but Cathy stayed standing.

None of them said a word. Cathy waited, licking her lips
nervously, and feeling her face grow red and hot. Her stomach
felt jittery.

A few incoherent fuck-clips were flashing by on the screen. The
old man zipped his pants down, and reached carelessly inside for
his cock. He smiled at Cathy as he pulled it out.

It was just a flaccid, wrinkled piece of skin, but there was
something about the sight that really made her hotter inside. Her
breasts were begging for touch now.

The old man started playing with himself with his fingertips,
looking first at Cathy and then at the screen. She could see the
cock growing bigger in his hand. A few short white hairs were
standing out around the shaft, sticking out between his fingers
as they moved up and down the skin. She might have been repulsed
by that in another situation, but right now it all just seemed to
arouse her more. She reached up slowly with her left hand, in
under the jacket, to caress her nipples through the t-shirt and
the bra.

The old man started to pull his pants down now, and she saw that
his legs were pale and wrinkled, with more white hairs growing on
them. When his pants were down by his ankles, he just sat there
for a while, fisting his semi-erect shaft. He was focused on the
screen, watching a young blonde trying to swallow a cock shaft
that she could barely get her hands around. The girls face looked
small next to the giant organ. Cathy discovered that she liked
the way it looked.

The fingertips running across her nipples caused waves of
pleasure to shoot down between her legs. She wanted more, and she
decided to dare it. She unzipped her pants, and slowly worked her
hand down inside them. The old man turned his eyes to her now,
but when he just sat there silent, she kept going. Inside her
panties, she reached her clit with the tip of her finger. There
was wetness everywhere.

Thinking that she was about to do this in front of the old man
turned her face red hot and blushing, but she didn't stop
herself. She started moving her finger.

Every time it stroked against her clit she let out a short,
silent gasp of pleasure. She was aware that she was passing some
sort of last line now.

They stayed like that for a while, but in the end the man moved
over another inch, inviting her down towards the bench again.
There was an anticipating tingle through her stomach when she
decided to accept this invitation. She watched his stroking hand
as she moved towards him and sat down by his side. There was a
reflection of both of them in the plastic window in front of the
TV screen. The man stayed quiet, and soon they were just sitting
there, masturbating right next to each other. It looked so
dirty.

For a short while she drifted away in her own pleasure. She
thought of all the men in the booths around her. She thought of
their hard cocks spurting in their hands. She imagined herself
being there with all of them, closing her lips around the shafts
before they erupted, feeling the warm, salty liquid filling her
mouth. Then she imagined asking them to use her in any way they
wanted to, and as her finger kept sliding through the wetness
around her clit, she tried to picture what they would do to her.
She was lost now, moaning quietly with closed eyes.

When her focus finally returned, her eyes fell on the cock by her
side.

The man looked back at her, showing off the hard shaft as he
stroked it. After a while he stopped, released his grip, and just
looked at her.

Cathy sat silently, feeling the tension in the air. She knew what
he wanted her to do.

The decision was not a very difficult one this time, her left
hand just started to move through the air, almost on its own.
After a second her fingers reached him, and he let out a quiet
grunt of pleasure. Cathy's own breath was shallow in excitement.

The shaft was warm, and it felt a lot smoother than it looked.
She wrapped her fingers around it. When she squeezed, a drop of
clear, thick fuck-liquid pressed out of his piss-hole, running
down over her fingers. She started stroking slowly.

The old man moaned and gasped from what seemed to be unexpected
pleasure. After a few seconds his crotch even started bucking
into thin air, like he was trying to fuck her hand. The hot cock
felt good in her palm, and she felt herself juicing to the point
where her crotch was just a warm, wet mess.

On the screen, the girl was being fucked deep down the throat.
She looked so small compared to the man holding her, so
powerless. But she was safe, you could see it in her eyes. She
even looked happy as she allowed him to use her. Cathy wondered
what it would take to have such security when you were in the
hands of a man like that. Maybe it would be enough to just give
yourself to him, letting him do whatever he wanted. Maybe it was
enough that you were close enough to him for your cunt to start
getting wet, and he would see in your eyes that he would be able
to use you...

Cathy felt fearless right now. She felt ready to do anything.

The head of the hard cock in her hand was flooding with thick,
white liquid, covering her entire index finger. She wondered what
it would taste like.

Slowly, she started getting down to her knees in front of the old
man. When he realized what she was about to do he started gasping
harder, like he had difficulties controlling himself.

It was right by her eyes now. She watched the shiny head in
fascination. Apart from the thick lubrication leaking out it was
clean, and it didn't even smell bad.

...

Half a minute later the old man seemed to be nearing his orgasm
fast. Cathy heard him grunting harder at each swirl of her
tongue, as she buried his cock-shaft deeper and deeper down her
throat. This was the time. She knew that she wanted to do it. But
she would have preferred it if the old man had actually tried to
believe in his own luck, and attempt to persuade her a little.

She let go of his cock and stood up in front of him. She pulled
her jeans and panties down. When the old mans eyes fell on her
soft patch of blonde cunt-hair, he just released a primitive
grunt of desire from his wide opened mouth.

Once she was naked below the waist, she stepped in over his lap,
and lowered herself down towards his erection. She reached down,
grabbed his cock, and guided it towards her cunt. When it pressed
through her opening she couldn't hold back an aching sound of
pleasure.

There was no friction as the pole glided inside her. Cathy leaned
in towards the old mans ear and whispered:

- "Fuck me!"

The answer was just a low guttural noise, and then he grabbed her
and started thrusting. His hands crept around towards her butt.
Cathy started to grind herself against him, up and down. She
could feel the opening of her cunt squeezing the cock as it slid
in and out. She noticed his strong fingers pulling at her
asscheeks as he fucked her harder and harder. She was doing it!
She was really fucking the dirty old man!

She looked down at her smooth thighs, wrapped around his
wrinkled, white legs. She saw her small patch of cunt-hair,
grinding through his white bush, over and over.

She wondered how long it had been since he had last had sex. Real
sex, without paying for it. And if he had thought he would ever
get to again, with someone like her?

In any case, judging by the way he acted, he wouldn't be able to
keep doing it for very long.

He let go of his grip on her, reached up under her t-shirt and
started fumbling almost in panic.

- "Your breasts!", he managed in desperation. "Show me your
breasts!"

She mercifully pulled the shirt over her head, displaying the bra
covering her pert, sexy little breasts. The old man immediately
buried his face and started kissing and licking the soft skin.
Cathy kept rocking up and down, trying to find her rhythm.

Every time she pushed down she felt his body tense now. She
reached around to release the hook of her bra, and when the
entire breasts were exposed, there came a deep, almost bellowing
sound from the old mans throat. Cathy worried for a moment that
he had had a heart attack or something, but his warm tongue
licked and suckled her so hard that she stopped thinking about
it.

She fucked him faster, trying once more to find a good rhythm.
Every thrust felt so good, and she could feel her orgasm getting
closer. The old man just licked and moaned into her smooth
tit-skin, squeezing her ass harder and harder with his hands.

Suddenly he tensed up, and after a few sudden thrusts of his
crotch, she could feel his cock starting to shoot out inside her.
His cum-spurts were warm. At first Cathy just kept going, but
once the old man had emptied himself inside her he seemed to have
become oversensitive, and he started grabbing her, trying to calm
her down. Cathy gradually slowed her motions. She looked down at
the spent man.

Within ten seconds he was starting to shrink inside her, and she
could actually feel the slipping of his cock. She sighed, and
decided to get up. She looked down at the wet, softening shaft
sliding out of her when she raised herself. When the head plopped
out, it was immediately followed by a thick river of sperm, and
his cock and pubic hair were drowned. Cathy whimpered as the warm
liquid leaped out, feeling like she had lost something.

When she had gotten off of him, he just quickly reached down and
pulled his underwear and pants up. She watched him in a bit of
confusion. His crotch was all messy under the clothes. Was he
leaving like that? The old man seemed even more confused. He just
started studdering incoherently.

- "Y-you can stay for a while if you want. I'll see to it that
you have a few more minutes."

His eyes avoided hers as he started moving around her, and she
realized he was reaching for the door.

Cathy fumbled around to try to grab some of her clothes, but the
only thing she could get a hold of before he reached the handle
was her t-shirt. He opened the door, and she held up the shirt in
front of her in a vain attempt to hide herself. There didn't seem
to be anybody out there. Cathy stood frozen as the old man
slipped out quickly.

The door slowly closed behind him.

And just as Cathy was about to relax, a big hand entered the
small remaining gap by the frame and started opening it again.

...

It was the big guy from out in the shop, and his friend was
standing out there right behind him. The big guy was blonde with
a very short haircut, and he wore a tight, white t-shirt, that
almost looked more like a second skin over his swelling muscles.
Cathy backed away, feeling naked and exposed in her corner. Being
so close to him made her realize how big he really was. He was
completely blocking her exit. She was scared now, and she jerked
when he started speaking to her.

 - "Well, well... How much did the old guy pay you? Do you think
you have anything left for us Baby? I'm sure we can satisfy you
better than he did, don't you think?"

She pressed her back against the wall, still trying to shield
herself with the t-shirt. She felt a trickle of sperm down the
inside of her thighs. She knew there was nothing she could say
right now, but her mouth opened anyway.

- "Please. It's not what you think. He didn't give me anything.
Please, I have to go use the bathroom."

It was all true, but men just laughed at her closed the door. The
big man kept talking.

- "I think it's ok if you have yourself a little accident in here
Honey, they have a very nice girl with towels to take care of wet
floors... Just remember to thank the shopkeeper properly
afterwards, do you know what I mean?"

The guy behind him laughed. She noticed that the other guy had a
kind of everyday and boring look, although she could mostly just
make out the dull brown hair right now.

The big man stood silent in front of her as his eyes wandered up
and down her body. When his look met her eyes she was suddenly
overwhelmed by his intensity. He only wanted her body, and she
was about to just let him have it.

He reached out and took her arms, and then he pulled them to the
side. One of his hands moved up and then two of his thick fingers
closed around her nipple. There was a rush of pleasure down to
her leaking cunt. Cathy whimpered. He grabbed her hand, and
slowly moved it towards his crotch. Under the jeans she could
feel a thick, hardening cock.

After a few seconds of silence he put his hand on her shoulder
and started gently pushing down. Cathy understood what he wanted
her to do. She obediently started to kneel down in front of him.
He opened up his zipper, and his hand brought out a long, smooth
and swelling organ. The big man grunted silently as he brought
her towards the cock head.

She opened up and took him in. When the warm tip met her tongue,
she closed her lips around it. He just stood there silent and
still. She started sucking him, first slowly, then harder and
harder. She was licking along the fat shaft, filling her mouth
with the silky smooth cock flesh, and she heard him grunting in
satisfaction from above. She could already taste the salty sperm
flooding over from his walnut-sized balls, leaking through his
piss-hole. Her fear was gone again. She just wanted to be used
now, to pleasure this man.

He seemed to have read her mind, and his powerful arms pulled her
back up on her feet, and then he made her bend over, facing the
screen where the movie still played. She heard him pull his pants
down, and then saw his reflection in the screen as he pulled his
t-shirt over his head. The muscles were playing all over his
upper body. She saw him look down, grabbing his cock. She felt
the tip of the thick organ sliding through her crotch as he moved
it towards the opening of her cunt. His voice was filled with
restrained excitement as he leaned up and whispered to her.

- "Come on now Baby, just stand there and take it..."

Cathy pressed her palms against the wall and waited.

He pushed. She was so messy inside that there was almost no
resistance. She bucked back against the hard shaft, massaging it
with her inner walls as it slid in to the bottom, and she let out
a loud, welcoming scream. His big hands grabbed her hips, and he
started to thrust in and out of her. After a few seconds she felt
his cock starting to hit the same, perfect spot, over and over
again.

One of his hands moved up her back, tracing her spine with a
finger. It slid towards the side of her back, and then it reached
in for one of her breasts. He touched her softly. His big, long
fingers caressed her as they worked their way in towards her hard
nipple. Cathy was loosing control.

Her breath was condensing on the window in front of her. On the
blurred screen she saw a woman holding her asscheeks wide apart,
allowing a man to slowly work his cock in and out of her relaxed
asshole. The woman looked like she enjoyed it. She was a whore,
and Cathy felt just like her.

As the man behind started pulling unrelentingly at her nipple,
Cathy's cunt contracted, and she suddenly shouted her climax out
into the screen.

At first she couldn't sense anything but the pulsating pleasure
in her abdomen, intensified by his deep pushes. Then, from
somewhere that seemed to be in a far away distance, she heard his
voice through her own cries.

- "Damn, this bitch is tight! I can feel her squeezing my cock!"

The other guy started laughing. He moved forward and reached in
under her, grabbing her other nipple roughly. The one inside her
started fucking her harder, slamming her ass towards his crotch
with every thrust.

She was over-sensitive by now, but it didn't hurt. Her orgasm was
over, but the pleasure didn't stop, it just grew stronger and
stronger with every thrust. Their fingers were playing all over
her nipples. She felt the firm body from behind hitting her
asscheeks, forcing them apart at each impact. She heard the guy
talking to his friend again.

- "Damn, she's really juicing. She's one wet bitch! Fuck...
Uhh... She feels good..."

With a groan, he buried himself deeper than she thought possible,
and then she felt his warm cum starting to spread out all over her
stretching insides. His cock was cramping rhythmically for a few
wonderful seconds, but then he relaxed, and when he was done with
her he showed her no more kindness. He just pulled out, and she
felt a shock of emptiness in her crotch.

All of a sudden she was aware of the almost painful tingle as his
sperm leaped out of her body. She gasped in chock, and her body
closed reluctantly around the emptiness.

...

She watched the other guy smile and prepare to use her.

- "Please..." she said, "I don't think I can take any more."

It was a lie. She wanted his cock inside, she could feel it the
moment she regained control over herself. She wanted to fuck him
while his friend watched.

Her feet were apart, and her legs were slightly bent to allow her
to lean forward. She still stood pushing her ass up in something
that had to be a very inviting pose. A warm, thick trickle was
seeping out of her cunt. She was sore from the cocks that had
already fucked her, but it didn't matter.

The guys just laughed at her and traded places.

- "Don't worry Honey, we'll let you go once we're done with you.
Now keep being a good girl, ok?"

She was aware of the man behind getting his cock out. She heard
the sound of his pants dropping. At the last moment, she turned
her head towards him, and pleaded again.

- "Please, be careful!"

The next second his cock-head met her swollen cunt-flesh, which
just gave away and let him inside. There was a moment filled with
a painful aching sensation, and a tortured scream left her lips
as her body slowly relented to the new invader. The next time he
moved inside her she was done relenting, and her body just wanted
more.

The two men laughed a little at her display, not hiding their
appreciation. The guy fucking her turned to his friend.

- "Play with her nipples man. I want to feel this hot little
bitch cum! Come on, play with her nipples!"

After that, everything turned into a blur for Cathy. She could
remember the sexy guy fingering her breasts again. She could
remember pressing her palms against the wall to meet the hard,
wonderful thrusts from behind. She remembered that her head had
dropped down, and in a dream-like state she looked back at her
own body as she was fucked. A strand of thick fluid hung down
between her legs, and there was a puddle between her feet. Her
cunt made wet noises. The cock was stretching her in a perfect
rhythm. She vaguely noticed the tip of a thumb massaging her
asshole in wonderful, soft circles, and then she felt the orgasm
starting to build. She screamed again, squeezing the cock inside.

The man behind just kept fucking while Cathy came around him. It
wasn't until the pulsing pleasure of her cunt started to subside
that he lost his control, and his hot jets of sperm shot out to
join the liquid of the others.

...

When everything was over there was a quiet moment in the room.
Cathy stood frozen, afraid of moving. Slowly, slowly, the cock
started moving out. For a moment she was paralyzed by the aching
feeling of emptiness.

The two men apparently didn't care about her any more. They
buttoned up their pants and seemed to be on their way. Cathy
slowly stood up. A cramp through her abdomen caused her to freeze
with her legs spread wide. She was exposed, naked, and dripping.

The large, attractive man turned to her and started talking
again.

- "It was a pleasure Baby! Hope we'll see you here again. Now how
much do you think we should give you?"

She found it hard to concentrate, and at first she didn't realize
what he was talking about, but then he got two 10 Euro bills out,
and threw them into the puddle on the floor under her. They all
stood silent for a moment, and the two men started laughing at
what they seemed to consider a great joke. They picked up their
jackets and left her.

This time she managed to throw herself at the door and lock it
behind them, and then another cramp in her abdomen made her bend
over in desperation. She was overwhelmed by a need to piss, hard,
right now. She grabbed her clothes and started dressing.

When she was about to leave her eyes fell on the puddle on the
floor. On an impulse she bent down to pick the two soaked bills
up. She stuffed them in a pocket, opened the door, and looked
out.

The corridor was empty. The sudden pressure in her crotch was so
bad that she almost couldn't think. She just walked out into the
store, and then headed straight for the door, never once looking
up.

Once outside, she didn't know where to go. She started walking
down the street, and turned sharply at the next corner, away from
the traffic.

About 30 seconds down that street there was an entrance to an
alley, and she turned again.

There was a container in front of her, and her heart started
racing. There were many windows here, but right now she didn't
see any people. When she sneaked in behind the container she was
hidden from the view of the street.

This was it. She was going to do it right here, no matter what
anyone thought. She felt a rush of excitement as she pulled her
pants and panties down. She squatted down to the asphalt and just
sat there for a few seconds. A last trickle of sperm came dripping
out, and then a sharp hissing sound filled up the alley around
her.

She relaxed slowly. She felt so dirty.

She was sitting with her arms crossed, crouching down in
embarrassment, and she noticed that from this position her right
hand could reach in between her legs. Before long her fingers
were straying in towards her hard little clit. She moaned. It was
perverted. It was perfect. She knew she would have to concentrate
on keeping her voice down now.

She bit her lip and started moving the finger in circles.

She felt so sick, and it felt better than she could have ever
imagined. She was rapidly rushing towards a climax. She wanted
more. Her left hand started moving, and soon it had reached
around to her back. Slowly but deliberately she began tracing her
index finger down into the crack of her ass. She kept going until
she reached her tense asshole. The pressure felt wonderful. She
relaxed, and worked the finger in.

The rubbing on her clit intensified, and she started moving the
fingertip inside her ass, pushing and pulling gently.

A few seconds of quiet groaning later, she climaxed.

She gave herself a short pause with heavy breathing before she
got up and pulled her pants up. It was time to hurry away from
here.

She already knew that she would masturbate again when she got
home. She wanted something that would last longer. She wanted
something inside herself again.

She had never met men that were really like the ones in the shop
before, but she knew that she needed more. These were the men
that everyone was warning her about. They were the kind that
would never go soft on her...

And all she wanted to do right now was to keep them hard. All of
them. Every single one. Forever. She didn't care about risks
anymore. The only thing she wanted to care about was the next
cock waiting to use her. Waiting to abuse her.

She had given herself up to her cunt today, and now she wasn't
sure she would ever want to come back. The cunt would let them do
anything, for as long as they wanted. The cunt just wanted
another stroke of a thick, cramping cock.

And so did Cathy.

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