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There Can Be Only One Chapter 15

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There Can Be Only One Chapter 15







Ross was surprised how easy in the end it was to get Susie to strip naked in front of the computer and even more surprised at the things his sister did when he asked her. God she even did things of her own accord which got him even hornier and had to stop stroking his cock or else he would have cum way too soon for his lik

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When I got to my room I jumped on the bed, the girls right behind me.



“I can’t believe you made mum suck your cock” Cathy squealed.



I pulled Vicky to me and kissed her hard on the lips, my tongue pushing its way between them only to find her tongue eager to play with mine. I felt a hand gingerly touch my now flaccid cock which I knew would not respond having cum for the third time in as many hours, but what the hell…the hand felt good and even better when it snaked its way under my shorts, and with Vicky soft lips on mine I was not going to stop.



“Hey quit it you two…I am not gonna be a gooseberry here.”



I broke off the kiss and was somewhat surprised when I realised that
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it was Cathy’s hand inside my shorts gently toying with it.



“Wasting ya time there sis…going to be an hour I recon before its ready to come out to play”



Cathy gave it a teasing squeeze and took her hand out.



I sat up against the pillows as the girls kind of squatted in front of me. We all burst into laughter at what we had just done.



“Think mum will tell dad…if she does we are so dead…” Cathy started to get a little serious.



“Nah…don’t think so…she may have been tempted to tell except it was her that took of her panties and dropped to her knees to suck me off…she could have just told us to go to our room straight away.”



“Yes, s'pose so…but still…”



“Well before dad comes home tonight we will have to get some insurance”



“Like what”



“I don’t know…but we will” knowing that I would think of something before dad gets back from his golf.



I leaned over and placed my hand on Vicky’s right breast and gave it a squeeze.



Vicky drew back from my grasp slightly, more in surprise than refusal, because as soon as she realised I was touching her tit she bent into my grasp. I moulded it in my hands.



“She likes them to be hurt” Cathy piped in as she turned her body slightly grabbing Vicky’s left nipple between her fingers and thumb and giving it a nasty twist and pull before letting go.



“Oww…I do not Cathy Gorman…its you that like to hurt them”



I looked at them both… “You two lezzies?”



Nooo they both responded in unison, before Cathy continued.



“Last night was the first time for us to do anything like that.”



“Like what”



“You know…” they both turned scarlet.



“I don’t…tell me”



There was the usual banter between the two girls as to whether they should tell me…and who should do the telling before Cathy said ok she would. To cut a long story short and a lot of don’t tell him that, etc. I found out that whilst Cathy was brushing Vicky’s hair she thought that the brush handle was rather phallic and before long thrust it into Vicky’s mouth. From there a little horseplay and pillow fighting until Cathy had the better of Vicky and made her strip naked and masturbate in front of her whilst Cathy played with Vicky’s tits.



“Did you go down on each other?”



Vicky immediately replied with a Ewwwww



Cathy didn’t say anything but I noticed her cheeks flush.



“You want to taste Vicky don’t you?”



“No”



“You want her to go down on you then”



Cathy Blushed even more but remained silent



“Cathieee…you don’t mean you want me to do that…only lezzies do that and we are not lezzies”



“No they don’t…lots of girls do girls and that doesn’t make them lesbian”



I sat back and listened to them



“You mean you want to do that?”



“Might”



“Well I don’t”



“You ate my carrot stick with my cunt juice on it”



“It tasted disgusting and I had to because your mum came in”



I was enjoying this.



“Oh yeah…and what about when you took my fingers into your mouth…you couldn’t say you didn’t enjoy that because you certainly cleaned every drop of cunt juice from them”



Vicky blushed…”That’s because you made me”



“Did not…you took them”



I could see something developing here so I decided to butt in.



“Cathy lose your skirt”



“What”



“You heard me.”



“It’s Vicky that is your slut…get her to take hers off”



Vicky did not say anything…which was rather surprising.



“There can be only one…now take it off”



Cathy glared at me but rose to take of her skirt and dropped it on the floor.



I shifted across the bed and told Cathy to lie next to me. She looked as though she may refuse and walk out but started to get into position. “Don’t think you are going to pop this cherry cause you aren’t”



I smiled “we will see”



Once Cathy was laying down on her back, propped up on her elbows she glared “Now what”



My smile did not disappear as I softly spoke. “Well as in all things animal there is a pecking order. I am at the top. At the moment in this house I would say mum is at the bottom. Now I wonder where in that order are you and Vicky”



Cathy’s mouth started to turn into a big grin whilst at the same time Vicky’s head dropped.



I turned onto my side facing Cathy as I saw her left hand reach out and take Vicky’s hair and pull it not to gently towards Cathy’s ever widening legs.



“Lick my cunt slut and make sure my little clit gets plenty of tongue action.”



My hand automatically went into my shorts to stroke my hardening cock…surely not 4 in 4…but I defy any 15yo to watch his sister and her best friend get it on and not get a boner.



Cathy must have been like me, a first time oral experience, for within a minute she started to groan louder as she ground her sopping cunt into Vicky’s face. I knew that she was about to cum. I stopped whacking off to place my hand over Cathy’s mouth as she was making so much noise. It must have taken just as long for Cathy to come down from her plateau as it did to get there.



Vicky for her part was now kneeling upright between Cathy’s spread legs…her face plastered in pussy cum.



I jumped up and told them not to move. Grabbing my mobile phone I took a pic of them like that.



“Well…here’s my insurance now all we need is one of mum”



I walked over to Vicky and kissed her on the lips tasting my sister’s pussy cum.



Vicky responded and threw herself into the kiss…I knew I had her now for anything I wanted to do. I broke off the kiss.



“Nice tasting cunt you have there sis…going to have to taste that for my self.”



“Maybe …” Cathy smiled back at me.



“So tell me sis…when spying on my computer what sites have you seen that I visit.”



“Just about them all”



Vicky shouted “Show me…I haven’t ever seen any porn on the internet…Mum has it locked so we can’t get to anything adult”



Cathy jumped up and sat at the computer with Vicky standing right behind her looking over her shoulder



“I like the ones that involve domination and submission the best”



I smiled as I lay back on the bed listening to Vicky gasp and say wow every few seconds and are you going to make me do that…what about that…tie me up like that…to which Cathy’s reply would be always in the affirmative.



I needed a piss.



“Be right back”



The girls ignored me as they were lost in a world of their own.



I walked across the landing to the bathroom. I didn’t bother closing the door as I sprung my semi hard cock out of my shorts. Lifting the seat I let out a stream of hot piss making a loud splash as it hit the water in the bowl. Just then mum walked from her bedroom and in front of the bathroom door.



“Ross…shut the door for goodness sake that’s private…and you don’t want the girls to see”



I laughed “As if they haven’t seen my cock already”



The flow began to slow down to a trickle. Mum was still at the door her eyes glued to my cock.



“Want to shake it for me mum?”



“Don’t be so disgusting Ross” she turned to walk away.



“Wait mum there is something I want to ask”



“What is it…hurry up I am expecting Claire…I mean Mrs Noakes any second”



I shook my cock and flushed, adjusting my cock so it sat comfortably in my shorts. I walked up to mum and stood about 2 feet away.



“You wearing panties?”



“Ross stop that…I am going to tell your dad if you don’t stop.”



“What tell him how you took your panties off, and in front of your darling daughter and her best friend took your son’s cock into your mouth and sucked him dry…is that what you are going to tell him?”



Mums face grew ashen.



“Well are you wearing panties”



She hesitated before answering that she was.



Just then the door bell rang



That’s Mrs Noakes…I have to go…”



I grabbed her by the arm…”Not until you take them off”



“I can’t now don’t be silly…we can discuss this later”



The door bell rang again.



“Take them off”



“I have to go…Mrs. Noakes will be waiting”



“Cathy…come her please” I shouted



My bedroom door opened and out stood Cathy in just her T-shirt



Mum shouted “Cathy” when she saw her 14yo daughter naked from the waist down unashamedly showing her vagina to all…“Ohh my god…you two haven’t been….”



“No we haven’t mother and if we were it is nothing to do with you.” Chided Cathy



“Go and answer the door and let Mrs Noakes in will you Cathy”



“Nooo...she can’t go like that she is half naked.”



“Take your panties off and you can go and Cathy doesn’t have to.”



Mum let out a big sigh before reaching under her skirt and pulled her panties of and held them out to me.



“There is that what you want…am I humiliated enough?”



I took them in my hand and once again held them to my face. "Nice and warm but not quite so wet this time.”



The door bell rang and mum scampered of shouting be right there. Cathy and I laughed silently to ourselves. I turned to go back into the bedroom.



“I need a pee” Cathy moved around me to get to the bathroom, and started to close the door. I placed my foot to prevent her from doing so.



“Ross?”



“Leave it open I want to watch”



“That’s disgusting…I am not into watersports”



“Now I didn’t say I was…I am just curious…I want to see how a woman pisses”



She was about to say get lost when I opened my mouth to speak but she beat me to it…”I know…there can be only one”



She turned and sat down. I moved closer and stood just in front of her.



“Open your knees wider I can’t see”



She did as she was told but nothing happened.



“I can’t pee while you are watching”



“Well I am not moving until you do”



After a few seconds a small spurt of piss came out then stopped. Followed by another spurt and then it started to flow freely. My hand automatically moved towards Cathy’s cunt until it touched the warm piss.



“Rosssss”



I looked up to her eyes briefly but then straight back to my piss coated hand. The flow started to ebb until it stopped



“You are disgusting” as she reached for some toilet tissue.



I just smiled and took the tissue from her hand. Her legs spread wider and she let out a small moan. My cock twitched. The first time I touched my sister’s cunt and it was to wipe piss from it. I dropped the soiled tissue into the bowl as she rose and flushed.



“Wash your hands pervert” she laughed and made her way back into my bedroom.



That’s exactly what I did and went back into my room.















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“Anyway we can’t…we don’t have one and nobody we know has one either” I heard Vicky say in a defiant voice.



“I know someone”



“What you two talking about?” I said as I passed and jumped back onto the bed. I had noticed that the computer screen was now just showing my desk top.



“Nothing” Vicky replied rather too quickly.



Cathy burst into laughter. “I caught her looking at your doggy porn site when I got back from the bathroom”



“Cathieeee…I clicked on it by mistake”



“Is that why I caught you fingering your pussy?”



“I was not…I ...I ...I had an itch”



“Yeah right…anyway I do know someone”



“Do not”



“Mr Holly”



“Who?”



“You know Mr Holly…the guy that lives in Victory Road…on the corner “



“I don’t know him”



“Yes you do…he is that thin bald guy that always seems to walk his dogs past our school playing fields when we are playing field hockey”



“Ohh him...he always wears the same old dirty mac and has those nice looking dalmations”



“See you already got the hots for them”



“Do not…that has to be one of the most revolting things…” Vicky’s voice tailed off



“Ohhh…just remembered…we have to go to the mall…I need to buy a present for my mum’s birthday tomorrow”



“Ok…” Cathy responded quickly “Lets go and give lover boy here some time to recover…we want his cock nice and hard when he pops your cherry tonight”



“Cathieee…who said we are going to do anything”



Cathy pointed across to me, laughing. “Your new Master is eager to lose his virginity…see his cock is demanding a warm tight hole to invade”



I hadn’t realised that my cock was hard and erect forming a tent in my shorts. I laughed along with Cathy.



Cathy came over to pick up her skirt and make her way back to her bedroom to get ready to go to the mall. Vicky stood for a second and then spoke quietly.



“Are you really going to have sex with me tonight?”



“Buy a packet of condoms…make that two packets when you are at the mall” was my simple response as I took my cock in hand dipped into my shorts to make it more comfortable.



Vicky gasped and ran out of the room and into Cathy’s bedroom.



I decided to go and get a drink from the fridge.



As I walked past the lounge I saw Mrs Noakes and mum sitting on the sofa leafing through the latest issue church magazine. Mum was secretary or something and Mrs Noakes had come over to discuss it. Mrs. Noakes looked up as she saw me passing and shouted a greeting. I responded in a similar manner and intended on walking on until Mrs Noakes called out…



“Ross…can I ask you something for a minute”



“Sure Mrs Noakes.” I went into the room and stood in front of them. I had forgotten I had a boner which outline was clearly seen beneath my shorts. Both my mother and Mrs Noakes stared at my crotch until she coughed and forcing her eyes up to meet mine, mums eyes stayed firmly glued.



Clearly struggling with her words she managed to ask. “Are you interested in joining a camera club if we set one up in the church hall one evening a week?”



I thought for a second before replying. “Sure…what sort of things will we be doing?”



“Ohhh…getting in guest speakers to talk about taking better pictures…having competitions…you know the usual club things”



“Sounds good…will there be models going that we can take pictures of?”



“I hadn’t thought about that…I suppose we could…I am not too sure there will be many from the church willing to pose”



I smiled “You could pose Mrs Noakes. I am sure there would be loads that would like to photograph you”



She let out a small laugh. “I don’t think so…”



“I don’t think Mrs Noakes will want to pose naked in front of a load of clicking cameras” mum interjected.



Mrs Noakes looked shocked as I pretended to be.



“Mum…I was not thinking naked pictures…fully clothed so we can practice lighting effects”



“And neither was I Mrs Gorman”



I could see the redness flood up all over mum.



“I…ummm…I didn’t mean…” mum stopped speaking.



“Sure Mrs Noakes…sounds like a great idea…let me know when you plan on starting it” I turned and started to walk out as I heard mum trying to apologise and Mrs Noakes trying to reassure her it was alright.





I grabbed a coke and sat down at the kitchen table helping myself to the opened packet of biscuits. Mum came in still looking rather embarrassed as she flicked on the cappuccino machine.



“How could you do that in front of Mrs Noakes?”



I pretended I did not know what she was talking about. “Why it wasn’t me that said they wanted to see Mrs Noakes naked”



“I didn’t say that either…and you know very well I am not talking about that”



“Then what are you talking about?”



“That…”She pointed to my cock “That…”



I pushed the chair further out into the open and grabbed a hold of my hard cock…”Oh this”



“Stop that…” Mum turned to look anxiously over her shoulder to see if Mrs Noakes was there. While she was looking the other way I took it out and started to stroke it. Mum gasped when she turned back around.



“Stop Ross…put it away…Mrs Noakes….”



I heard the cappuccino machine gurgling behind me whilst mum was directly in front of me.



“Jackie…mind if I use your bathroom?” Mrs Noakes spoke from the hallway.



Luckily mum was shielding my erect exposed cock from view.



“Su…sure…you know where it is…second on left at top of the stairs”



We both listened as we heard Mrs Noakes walk up the stairs.



“See…we could easy have bee….”



“Suck it”



“Nooo...not here…not now”



“The sooner you get on your knees the sooner you can get back off them”



Mum sank to her knees and took my erect cock in her mouth eagerly sucking hoping to make me cum quickly before Mrs Noakes came back down. We heard two pairs of feet come thundering down the stairs. Mum tried to get up but I held her head firmly down on my cock. The girls came into the kitchen.



“Gosh mum you are such a slut…you cock whore” Cathy chided.



“Go up back upstairs and keep Mrs Noakes talking until Cathy calls you Vicky” I instructed. Vicky turned and ran back upstairs.



The Cappuccino machine beeped. Mum kept on sucking hard as if her life depended upon it. I was just about there until I saw Cathy run over to the machine and took the frothy jug off the machine and brought it over to the table.



“Spunk in here…” Cathy held the jug down by mums bobbing head. “Cum in the jug and give mum and Mrs Noakes a special cream cup of cappuccino”



I smiled and pushed mums head off my cock and stood up. Mum just stared.



I wanked the last few strokes before my seed went flying into the jug. Spurt after spurt. When it stopped spurting and all was left was the drops I could squeeze out I shoved my cock back into mums mouth.



“Suck my tube clean” She did as she was asked.



Cathy was over stirring the frothy brew before pouring it into two cups and bringing it over to the table. What she did next was total surprise. She leaned across to me and kissed me full on the lips. “I love you Master”. Mum just gasped in shock…which I believe was Cathy’s intention all along. Cathy left the kitchen shouting “come on Vicky”



I heard Vicky shout her good bye to Mrs Noakes as she came bounding down the stairs followed by Mrs Noakes who turned the corner just as mum had risen from her knees.



Mum looked at the coffee and shook her head. “I can’t give her that”



“Oh yes you can mother…and you will.”



A more defeated look on a woman’s face could not be seen anywhere as she lifted the cups up to take them to the lounge.



“Oh ..and one thing more mum”



She stopped as I caught up with her on my way past to go back to my room. I leaned close to her ear and whispered “Mrs Noakes WILL pose for me…and she WILL be Naked”. I walked past a stunned woman.









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There Can Be Only One Ch 14

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There Can Be Only One Chapter 14





“Phone your sister and remind her that she has to be home by 6 please Ross”



Grumbling I punched quick dial on my phone and did as mum asked. Susie didn’t answer the phone the first time only to be told to try again by mum. Got her on the third time and spat out mum’s words down the phone to her.



“Ok shit head I know”…she seemed out of breath.



Once Vi

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There Can Be Only One Chapter 9





As is customary in our house on a Saturday evening we all dig in and help mum clear up the dinner dishes so that mum and Cathy can go watch the latest episode of one of those stupid phone in and get rid of a wannabe on TV. Dad says he can’t stand them but he always sits and watches them with mum and Cathy.



Dad went off to grab his usual chair in the lo

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My door was slightly ajar as I sat at the computer checking for any messages on Face book. I heard the door to mum’s bedroom shut. I quickly rose and darted to open the door just as mum was passing my bedroom. I could hear the girls laughing and giggling in the bathroom opposite.



Mum had changed from her Sunday outfit into a shirt and some Capri pants. The way her tits were held I could tell

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I don’t know what I was waiting for. I had been sitting on the bench across from the park toilets for nearly an hour now. In that time only two people had entered them and had left almost immediately.

 

After another call last night on my mobile I had decided I had to take the chance and come back and rub out my phone number that was scrawled on the wall. I had just about convinced my husband that they were wrong numbers having hung up as soon as I heard a strange

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r’s voice asking if I was available.

 

Thank goodness Mike had an early start this morning as he had a plane to catch that would keep him away until the weekend and he was planning on dropping in to his parents on the way home so wouldn’t be back until late Sunday night.

 

I say thank goodness because at least that gave me six days to try and stop these phone calls. It also prevented any chance of him seeing my bruised breast since he went up to bed way before me so he could try and get a good sleep before the trip. I must say when I woke up this morning my breast felt no pain and the bruises although could be seen were no where near as angry as they were last night.

 

I looked around for the umpteenth time and decided I may as well get it over with…after all how long would it take for me to nip in, wash the pencil off and leave.

 

I rose from the bench and made my way over to the gent’s toilet…my head spinning around checking that there was no one around and finally with my heart pounding I dashed into the toilets and entered the stall that had my name and number written on the wall by that dirty disgusting tramp. I pushed the door shut and leaned against it, my eyes closed and listening intently in case I was followed on being seen entering the washrooms.

 

The strong smell of urine lay heavy in the still air.

 

I opened my eyes and noticed the floor was covered with stale pee that still pooled in spots as it lay upon the dirty tile floor. The toilet seat was similarly in a disgusting dirty state.

 

In the corner was an empty wine bottle where no doubt some vagrant…maybe the very one that I had given …no…the one that took £70 from me, bought the wine and had come back in the dry to drink it.

 

I looked around at all the words and drawings that had started me on the downward spiral yesterday…thank goodness I eventually had come to my senses when I awoke this morning.

 

I opened my bag and took out the polythene sachet that contained the wet cloth. I was about to rub the message clean when I paused…

 

What if the tramp carried out his threat…I had got 2 calls last night…if he were to write my number in another 5 or 10 places then my phone would never stop ringing…I had to think.

 

Maybe if I changed the 3 to an 8 and the 1 to a 7…would he notice?

 

I looked about me…there were loads of numbers…surely they all were not getting two calls a night.

 

Then it struck me…the others seemed old…they had stains and dirt…mine looked new…it was new…maybe if I could disguise it so it looked like it was written some time ago thus eliminating the calls.

 

I tried to smear it with the damp cloth but all that did was to clean the wall about it and erase the message. I stopped immediately.

 

I looked about until my hand decided to move slowly towards the wooden toilet seat…dragging my finger across the sticky surface wincing slightly before raising it to the message. The effect of trying to dirty the scribble only managed to smudge it.

 

What was making the other doodles, sketches and words dated was time…and…

 

Why did my pussy start to itch when dry cum and piss cum to my mind. Was it the way that piss and cum had gotten on the wall, men purposely urinating and ejaculating on them?

 

I looked down at the hole…the hole that I had first seen a cock thrust through…the hole where I had my left breast pushed through…My pussy was starting to get that familiar itch. My hand was already mauling my tit through my clothes.

 

I moaned as I lowered my face to the hole, peering into the empty stall next to me. I pushed my face to it…opening my mouth craving there was a cock the other side wishing to use my waiting gaping mouth.

I sank to my knees not caring what the state of the floor was in as my right hand foraged its way between my coat and down my jeans and into my panties. A finger worked upon my pulsating clit as best it could under my tight restrictive clothing.

 

I sucked and swallowed that imaginary cock as my fingers dildo’d my burning aching cunt.

 

Pulling my head from the hole I slowly dragged my tongue up the cum stained wall…disappointed that all I could taste was grime…

 

My right tit...the one that was so abused yesterday found its way to the hole. I leaned into it but was being restricted by the clothes…I wanted my bare tit to be pushed through…to be sucked…caressed…bitten…

 

As I knelt on the floor my fingers tore at my coat buttons, ripping them from the button holes and with impatience raised my t-shirt and bra together in one movement and dragging my jeans down over my ass. I raised myself until I could squeeze my left breast through the hole in the partition. My right hand flew back to my wet cunt.

 

I closed my eyes as my fingers sloshed noisily as they pumped in and out of my tight cunt hole…my thumb rubbing the erect clitoris that was extended way beyond its protective sheath than I had ever known…aching painfully to be satisfied.

 

My moans were getting louder, my silent pleas of sexual abuse started to get louder as my excitement grew…I did not care…I wanted someone to hear me…to see my bare tit through the wall...to caress it…no…to squeeze and abuse it…to hurt it…use it…spunk all over it.

 

Yes…I wanted them to shoot their sperm laden juice all over my lily white tit so I could then suck it off…taste their salty tangy cream on my tongue before swallowing it …

 

I craved cum…I wanted cum…

 

I pushed my body closer to the wall…trying to get my entire tit through. My tongue licking the panel imagining that I was licking fresh warm semen of it.

 

My climax was not forthcoming…My clit was getting sore with the severity of my administrations. I stopped masturbating and pulled my tit from the hole.

 I sat back down on my haunches…my coat wide open with my t-shirt and red lacy bra pushed right up exposing my breasts. My jeans and matching panties to my bra were halfway down my thighs exposing my cunt that was glistening with my juices.

 

My cunt ached for relief…my nipples were sore and I don’t ever recall seeing them that hard and erect.

 

I started to tease my cunt lips avoiding my sensitive clit, occasionally slipping a finger inside the now dilated entrance to my soaking wet pussy.

 

I followed my juices as they flowed freely…I froze momentarily when my finger came into contact with my perineum…it was an area that I had never explored sexually before. The feeling as I gently teased that sensitive area only made my cunt pulsate all the more.

 

Dare I?

 

I did not have to time to contemplate whether I dare or dare not… my finger automatically took the silent dare…I touched my anus. Sexual shock waves ran right through my whole body. My finger slid smoothly over the tightly closed entrance to the dirtiest of places…lubricated by my own vaginal juices.

 

The tip of my finger pushed and probed at the tiny access, trying to find a way into that dirty orifice…I wanted to push a finger into my poo tube.

 

I tried to widen my legs but my jeans and panties were restricting them from parting. I rose and pushed my jeans and panties down taking my shoes with them as they slid over my feet…not caring that they were being dragged across the filthy floor.

 

I bent my knees slightly…my right hand sliding across my right buttock, until my finger once more came into contact with the puckered rosebud…my body shivered with excitement.

 

I leaned down grabbing the toilet seat with my left hand for support  I forced my middle finger into and past that tight sphincter…slightly grimacing with the pain…my cunt reacting as my finger slid to the first knuckle...I paused to let my anus get used to the invading probe.

 

I tried to push it in further…it hurt but I managed to get it up the second knuckle…I think…it was hard to tell. I could feel the waiting poo stools touch the tip of my digit.

 

Slowly I started to withdraw my finger…the smooth slippery anal walls feeling loose against the tight sphincter…I leant forward spreading my ass cheeks further apart, easing the grip on my finger by that tight anal ring. When it was almost fully out I started to slip it back in.

 

Leaning further forward my left hand gripping the sticky toilet seat tighter…I closed my eyes as I started to feel the pain ease and the sexual sensations increase as I slowly finger fucked my virgin ass. My body was responding to the new feeling…my pussy juices were starting to flow.

 

I wanted my finger to probe deeper but the angle of my hand prevented me from doing so. My bowels started to react to the invading digit and I felt I needed to sit down and let my bowels flow.

 

Lower and lower my head dropped, pushing my ass up until my forehead came in contact with the seat…my long hair cascading into the dirty bowl falling just short of the pungent water.

 

I moaned out loud as I pushed my head forward and up slightly…first running my nose through the sticky deposits inhaling the pungent odour before my tongue licking the acrid tasting residue…my finger continuing to plunge in and out my easing anal passage…but I still craved depth. I could see my pendulous swinging tits sway as I rocked on my finger.

 

Suddenly I froze…my finger deep in my ass and my head rose slightly from the toilet seat as I heard the unmistakable sound of footsteps on the tiled floor. The heavy clanging of what sounded like a metal bucket hitting the floor. I heard the voice curse and swear at the state of the toilets.

 

I stopped finger fucking my tight asshole when the over whelming urge to shit became more urgent. I slowly rose from my bent position, withdrawing my finger from my now lose anal ring…trying not to make a sound….clenching my bottom cheeks so my bowels would not open.

 

“Anyone in here?” the voice which sounded Asian called out as the door was not so gently kicked open. My hand immediately flew towards it pushing it close again.

 

“Sorry mate…just the cleaner here…don’t know why I bother though…place will be filthy within an hour of me leaving it.”

 

He started to whistle some tuneless number as I heard the bucket being filled.

 

As I listened to the sound of water splashing into the bucket he walked into the third stall…swear loudly before flushing the toilet and moving into the adjacent stall. I heard the toilet being flushed.

 

“Fucking hell” the voice called out…

 

My eyes shot to the hole only to see a black face staring up at me.

 

The face disappeared and the footsteps went to the tap and I heard the water being switched off.

 

The sound of his footsteps seemed to resonate loudly in the toilet as it approached my stall. I looked down only to realise that I was naked from the waist down and my tits still on full view…he must have seen everything.

 

I started to feel the steady pressure applied to the door as the cleaner tried to open it.

 

“Open it Mrs…you could be in big trouble being in here…don’t you know it is the gents?”

 

“I…I…just came in her to use the toilet…the ladies next door is locked…”

 

“Locked my ass…it was yesterday because I had to switch off the water because of a leak…I fixed that last night and its been open ever since then…”

 

“I…I…” I was lost for words.

 

“Better open this door Mrs…”

 

I held the coat closed by my lapels with my right hand and stepped back…my left hand went to the broken handle and slowly pulled the door towards me.

 

There before me was a skinny elderly man …probably well into his sixties…He looked Pakistani or Indian and dressed in dark blue overalls…in his hand by his side he held a dirty looking toilet brush with a long wooden handle.

 

“So…what are you doing in here then?”

 

“I…I…really needed to use the toilet and I assumed the ladies next door was still closed as it was when I came yesterday”

 

“Do you usually take your jeans right off…” … I watched as the dark skinned hand reach out and grab my right wrist pulling it away from my body forcing me to release my coat lapels …my coat parting exposing my breasts… “And bare those melons…for a piss?”

 

Once again I was lost for words.

 

His bony hand reached out and gently lifted my left breast up as if he were weighing it. I said nothing but allowed him to bounce it in his hand gently… Lovely pair of melons you have there.”

 

I shut my eyes and clenched my ass cheeks tighter and whispered… “I need to go”

 

“Need to go where Mrs…not until we have had a little fun…”

 

My look of surprise only made him smile…

 

“No...I have to use the toilet…I am desperate...”

 

“Go ahead Mrs…never seen a woman up close take a leak”

 

“No...no you don’t understand…I...I...need to…” I could not say the words and my shocked expression returned on hearing that he wanted to watch me take a pee.

 

“Ohh you need a shit…then don’t let me stop you”

 

“Please…please…let me do it and you can play with my breasts afterwards.” I could not believe I was trying to bargain with a cleaner to let me go to toilet in my own privacy.

 

His grin just broadened and he stayed exactly where he was…I sighed and not being able to hold it in for much longer I raised the back of my coat and sat down…just in time as my anal sphincter relaxed and I started to defecate right before a complete stranger whose face I could not look up at.

 

I saw the dirty toilet brush come towards me and its bristles poke me on my inner knee. I knew what he wanted and looked up at him pleading…he bounced the brush between both knees, the softish nylon bristles tickling more than hurting my flesh.

 

Slowly I parted my legs as I sat on the toilet exposing my cunt and at that very moment a long thin parcel of waste was being forced out of my bottom…it broke and dropped with a plop.

 

I could see the cleaner rub the crotch of his overalls as he gazed upon my naked cunt.

 

Oh no…I said the word cunt…surely not…please don’t…I was starting to become sexually aroused.

 

I saw the man open up the bottom few buttons of his overalls, fish inside and pull out a dark long cock, making it appear all the longer due to its girth…it was probably only fractionally thicker than my thumb and must have been 6 or 7 inches long.

 

I could feel another stool coming…I leaned back and rested my hands behind me on the dirty seat and pushed my pelvis forward…the cleaner stooped slightly so he could have a better view of the long soft brown waste squeeze out of my anus. I watched as his scrawny fingers slowly wanked his cock.

 

I eased myself down on hearing the familiar plop…my urethra was staring to dilate as I could feel my urine now wishing to be released. My hands went down and spread my cunt lips apart so he could see the yellow fluid pour out. It started to flow.

 

He watched for a few seconds before lowering his hand into the stream of warm liquid before cupping my pussy allowing the cascading fall to pool in his hand and fall into the bowl.

 

He lifted his hand cupped with the pale yellow pee and brought it to my tit. I breathed in holding my stomach as I felt my nipple come in contact with the warm piss…the flow of urine from my pussy temporarily stopped.

 

I felt his hand slowly wash my breast in my own waste, oiling up my breast with my own pee… rivulets of the warm liquid running down my tummy converging back between my legs.

 

The cleaner slid his hand under my tit and lifted it towards my mouth…knowing what his intentions were my tongue came out to meet it.

 

Tingling shock waves ran from my erect nipple through to my cunt when I felt the tangy taste of my juice…My lips formed around the hard rubbery nub and my mouth sucked hard.

 

I felt my tit being released from the squeezing fingers and I allowed my mouth to release my throbbing nipple…my tit dropping back down to its natural position.

 

I relaxed for a few seconds and my urine started to flow…the cleaner stood back and watched it as it made the splashing sound as it hit the water in the bowl. I widened my legs even wider causing the spurting piss to spurt further out hitting the wooden toilet seat.

 

I wanted the stranger to look at my cunt as it spewed out the yellow water…my fingers going down and grasping my pussy…I pulled them obscenely apart showing the inner pink flesh of my cunt…

 

We both stared at my gaping cunt until my pee slowly ebbed.

 

I started to tease my clit as it showed its pink head through the protective sheath. My cunt ached as I teased and toyed with my cunt…my eyes not leaving the face of my watcher. I was getting more and more aroused as the more I exposed and played.

 

The bony hand reached out and offered me the dirty toilet brush…Once again I knew what he was wanting me to do…and much to my shame I did exactly that…I started to use the handle as a cock…I started to fuck myself in front of him…pushing the handle in and out at a steady rhythm.

 

He suddenly turned and started to walk to the exit…I thought he was leaving…only to hear the door close and him inserting a key from the inside and locking it, before walking back to look at this wanton woman openly masturbating.

 

I let go of the brush when he grasped it and slowly slid it in until I could feel it touching my sensitive cervix. He held it there on seeing me wince slightly. Then he withdrew the wooden shaft just as slowly out.

 

He repeated that several times each time when reaching the top of my cunt he would apply a little more pressure than the last…and each time when touching my cervix he would twist the brush in his hand so it irritated the entrance to my womb…the pain almost unbearable…and yet extremely pleasurable.

 

I was getting more and more aroused…and silently under my breath hoping that he would plunge that wooden stick right up that tight birth passageway and make me scream…

 

He did the exact opposite and you could hear the moan of disappointment come from my lips as he pulled the brush right out and flung it on the floor. Grabbing me by my hair he pulled me out of the stall and over to the wash hand basins forcing me to grasp the basins. He flung my coat up over my back exposing my ass. I was starting to panic…I knew his intentions…

 

“Please…I am at my most fertile”

 

He slapped my ass hard making me yelp in pain but his hand held me firmly down so I could not rise. He slapped my other cheek equally as hard…I yelped again.

 

Even though his cock was not that thick it did not stop me from crying out, as in one hard stroke he drove it fully into my rectum. It was only the second thing to ever enter there…my finger being the first not 15 minutes before…but at least it was not so bad as it could have been for my cunt juices… and ashamed to say…my poop had given it some lubrication.

 

That lubrication soon aided the cock as it ploughed into my poop chute… I was starting to enjoy using these earthy terms.

 

I looked up in the mirror and saw my pendulous tits swing as the cleaner fucked my ass. I could feel myself push back onto his prick trying to get it deeper. We were communicating to each other in derogatory terms…once again the more degrading name he used on me the more aroused I became.

 

If he were not thrusting so hard and I did not need my hands for support they would have once more be clawing at my engorged clit. Suddenly he pushed in hard and stood there with his long thin cock deep inside my bowels…and he moaned.

 

I could feel his hot semen pump into my tight anal passage. All I could think of that I wish it were into my mouth and throat that his man juice was being pumped not being wasted up my ass. I would have pushed him off and dropped down to my knees and swallowed his dirty cock to taste his cum if he had not wedged me so tight between his body and the basin.

 

To my horror I was starting to lose control as I thought about doing that most despicable act…taking that cock from my asshole and tasting his combined man juice with my anal secretions. I wanted to be debased to such a level of taking a cleaners cock right out of my ass and put it in my mouth and clean it of my shitty deposit.

 

Finally he slowed down his thrusts to a stop and pulled his semi hard cock from my ass. I could feel my anal sphincter still gaping where it had been forced open and with his cum mixed with my anal secretions oozing out as I stood there bowed over the dirty basin, my t-shirt and red bra pushed up with my tits hanging down…

 

I looked at the old man as he washed his now soft dark skinned man meat in the sink next to mine.

 

I was still aroused as the anal fucking had not given me any physical relief…but figured I could get that easily enough when I returned home. I removed my coat, tucked my tits back into my bra and pulled down my crumbled t-shirt and started to wipe the cum running down my thigh.

 

I was still trying to clean up my soiled thighs and bottom…occasionally getting a jolt of sexual excitement when my hand touched my cunt, when he tucked his prick back into his overalls … “I am way behind …there’s the bucket, and mop and pointing to the discarded loo brush…clean these toilets while I nip next door and do the ladies, and they had best be done well.”

 

Could he be serious??? I looked on in amazement as he turned and went to the door and I heard the key turn. Instead of leaving the toilets I heard his footsteps return… went into my stall and picked up my jeans and panties…grabbed my coat next to me he walked back towards the exit…  “Should stop you from leaving before I get back” he left the toilets with me standing just in my t-shirt and bra…my shoes on the floor in the stall…I was speechless.

 

It took me a few moments to get used to me being resigned to my fate so I figured the quicker I started, the sooner I would be able to leave. It had not crossed my mind that at any time I could have been seen half naked by someone if they had entered the toilets…

 

As soon as I picked up the toilet brush, memories of what I had done with it flashed through my mind…my cunt started to flood.

 

I was tempted to attend to my aching pussy but the thought the consequences of what that cleaner might do to me if I had not finished cleaning the gents toilets by the time he got back forced me to push my sexual needs to another time.

 

I quickly set about cleaning the three dirty bowls in the stalls, ensuring that they were as clean as I could get them without the use of cleaning agents. As I scrubbed the white enamel I could not help but look at the sketches and obscene messages on the walls of the other two stalls. They were adding fuel to my already burning pussy…and it was on more than one occasion that my hand strayed to my cunt lips.

 

The last stall I noticed did not have a hole connecting to the stall next to it but there was a much smaller hole…maybe about three inches in the back wall. I peered into it and it took me some time to realise that I was looking directly into a stall that was in the ladies section of the block.

 

I pulled away when I saw the pair of blue overalls enter the stall and the familiar clang of a metal bucket being lowered onto the tile floor. I was frozen for a split second until through the thin partition I could hear the splashing sound…a sound that I was very familiar with having a husband and two sons.

 

I slowly lowered my eye to the hole to catch the Asian holding his long thin cock in his hand and a stream of urine arc its way into the bowl.

 

I dropped to my knees and with my belly resting on the wooden seat, my fingers started to work my throbbing clit as I stared at the cascading piss. Images that I do not know where they came from flashed through my mind. Not even 24 hours ago I would have ever dreamed of those thoughts never mind I being half naked in a gent’s washroom bent over a stained bowl.

 

My fingers pumped in and out of my cunt as my thumb flicked and rubbed my sensitive nub. I was lost in my own fantasy when to my horror I felt something wet run up my between my legs and onto my exposed ass…

 

My head spun around just as that tongue swiped once again…making my whole body shiver in excitement

 

“Spud…” I whispered…recognising the dog from yesterday.

 

My mind now distracted from the stall I was looking in to what the dog was doing between my legs…

 

Removing my own hand from my pussy and stooping lower whilst pushing my bottom up I encouraged Spud to use his tongue on me…each lick of his tongue pushing me closer and closer to my impending climax.

 

Readjusting myself I was able to support my upper body by resting my breasts on the wooden seat  and my head bowed low over the side of the bowl I snaked my hands to my ass cheeks to spread them wider so that Spuds tongue could work its way deeper into my pussy.

 

I moaned in ecstasy.

 

“Spud….Spud….come out of there…”

 

It took me a few seconds to register the female voice calling.

 

“Spud…Spud…bad dog…come out of there…don’t make me come in and get you…”

 

My sudden movement of rising to my feet and turning in panic did not distract Spud from his enjoyment of tasting my juices…he nuzzled right in and his tongue continued its onslaught from my front.

 

“Hello…hello...anyone in there?”

 

I remained silent.

 

“Hello…hello…” I heard soft footsteps enter the toilets.

 

I tried to push spud out of the stall but not in time…

 

“There you are …bad boy…come here.”

 

Spud had other things on his mind other than obeying his mistress.

 

I heard the quiet sound of rubber on wet floor…

 

“Diane????”

 

I gasped in horror… “Janet?”

 

 

 

 

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There Can Be Only One Chapters 7 & 8

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There Can Be Only One Chapter 7



As I lay relaxing in my foamy bath, I reflected on what had happened this morning and afternoon. I had finally lost my virginity in a way that I would never have expected it. I did feel a little guilty in the way I popped Vicky’s cherry…perhaps it should have been with a little more tenderness and care….but hell it was my cock that was doing the thinking fo

Used and Abused

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Melissa was 16 years old and a 5 foot nothing bombshell. With medium length dark hair, pale blue eyes, a cute bubble butt and perfect 36C breasts she had all of the boys at her school drooling over her. Despite this, Melissa had never had a boyfriend before and was still a virgin......

The Park

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I was desperate to go for a pee but was at least thirty minutes away from home. I hadn’t expected to be away for so long but it was quite a pleasant day so I thought I would take a walk home through the park rather than catch the bus. I was half way across the park and in desperate need of a piddle.

 

I knew there was a public toilet just past the games park so hurriedly quickened my pace before I wet my knickers and was almost at a slow trot when I saw the grey building.

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I raced passed the open door to the gents and onto the ladies loo and the words I spoke to myself were not very lady like to say the least when I found that it was locked. I was hopping around from foot to foot deciding what to do next. Oh bugger it, and since I had only seen one other couple all afternoon in the park I thought what the hell…I was desperate. I sneaked back to the open door and peeked in calling in barely a whisper if anyone was there… No reply… I stepped in looking around…the place stank of stale urine. But I was desperate as my bladder started to slowly release its contents.

 

I darted in and flung the first cubical door open, quickly shutting it only to find there was no locking device but I didn’t care right then…I just got my coat undone, my skirt up and panties down before the flood gates opened. I didn’t sit right down on the dirty seat before I let my bladder release the stream of pee hit the water in the bowl. I looked down at the flow of urine breathing sigh after sigh of relief. When it slowed down to a trickle I took notice of where I was for the first time. The walls were dirty and stained.

 

I had never been in a men’s toilet before and of course the stories of the writings on the gent’s toilet walls are well documented, still, I was not prepared for what my eyes were looking at.

 

Dirty poems and drawings, some quite artistic, pornographic but well drawn all the same…others not so well done also adorned the walls. Names with phone numbers, dirty remarks and offers of sexual acts scrawled and scratched into the old painted panels.

 

I was so engrossed in reading the primitive I didn’t realise I had lowered my bottom onto the dirty seat.

 

I quickly raised myself back up thinking how stupid of me…who knows how many guys had missed the bowl and peed on the seat…and who knows what else…they might well have…oh my god…it struck me…probably many had even wanked and cum on the seat.

 

Don’t ask me why I did what I did next…I just felt the urge to lower myself back down. I wanted my bare ass to touch the seat…to come into contact with dried piss and cum. God…I was even calling pee, piss…a word I had avoided to say all my life.

 

My pussy was on fire…I started to read more poems and look at more of the drawings as I slowly fingered myself. I wanted to add my own juices to those that were already on the seat.

 

As I masturbated and looked for new poems and writings I twisted my body until I had to rise of the seat and turn to read what was on the back wall. They were covered and as my eyes scanned lower my body also lowered to be able to read the hand written messages. Soon I was squatting with one hand resting on the toilet seat and the other pleasuring my soaking pussy as I looked at the words written behind the toilet.

I had never felt so hot…so dirty…so aroused.

 

I looked at the toilet seat…and don’t ask why a middle aged woman who had only ever had sex with one man in her whole life, was a member of the women’s guild and church committee did what I did next.

 

I lowered my head and licked the top of the toilet seat.

 

I don’t know what I was expecting. The smell of stale pee was strong to my sensitive nose but the taste did not match the smell... it tasted slightly bitter but not over powering so.

 

I licked it again…and again.

 

My pussy …no my cunt…the words on the wall told me it was a cunt…was on fire

I wanted to masturbate so with two more quick licks of the toilet seat I rose and sat back down on it. I leaned back with my knees well parted as I started to work on my hard clit.

 

I looked at the walls and the stains and for the third in explainable time I leaned forward and licked one of those stains on the door…one that looked like it might have been dried cum. I tasted nothing…perhaps cum doesn’t taste of anything…I would not know…I have never sucked or kissed a cock never mind tasting cum.

 

I licked it again. No taste.

 

I leaned back and started to concentrate on masturbating, picturing myself doing some of the lewd and disgusting acts that were before me. I wanted to be one of those women that did those things. As I fingered my swollen nub I mauled at my right tit. Squeezing it…pulling it…pinching it…through my soft woollen jumper and bra.

I reached under my jumper to get at my engorged nipple but before I had even got my hand onto my lacy bra I had decided to strip naked… naked….there in a dirty gent’s toilet. I quickly rose again and less than thirty seconds later I was back on the seat legs wide apart with my clothes thrown in a bunch in the corner behind me.

 

I could feel the slimy floor beneath my bare feet…a floor that men had pissed and spunked on.

 

I closed my eyes and went to work on my tits and pussy.

I was almost about to scream as my climax was about to overtake me when I shot bolt upright on hearing a sound to my right.

 

I could not believe it.

 

I had spotted the hole in the wall as I was reading the writings but never gave it a thought.

 

There poking through a rough nine inch hole was an erect cock that looked as dirty as the floor.

 

My hands immediately went to cover my bare pussy and tits as I looked behind me to where my clothes lay.

 

“Suck it” came a voice from the other side of the partition.

 

I didn’t reply as my eyes were once again upon that erect penis.

 

“Suck it” the voice repeated.

 

My mind was in turmoil…I had never sucked my husband’s penis never mind one belonging to a complete stranger.

 

I was asking for god’s forgiveness as, still seated, I lowered my head towards the penis that was much larger than my husbands. In explainable action number five.

I opened my mouth and took the head into my mouth…it tasted as strong as it smelled. It tasted dirty in a urine kind of way.

 

“Suck it don’t just sit there.”

 

I had no idea what to do so I did as he asked... I sucked and as I did it went further into my mouth…I almost choked as it hit the back of my throat. I spat it out quickly.

 

“Is this your first time?” I heard from behind the partition.

 

I nodded…not sure why because he of course could not see me nod, and as soon as I realised I answered with a dry and squeaky voice…”ye...yes it is”

 

“How old are you kid?”

 

“I...I am not a kid...I am 47 years old”

 

“Like fuck you are…you sound like 14 or something”

 

“I am a grown married woman...I am…”

 

“Wha…wait a minute...you a fucking woman?”

 

“Ye…” I stopped myself realising what I had just said and what position I may have put myself in.

 

The cock disappeared and I heard the other door open. I started to reach for my clothes when my door flew open. I shrieked and once again covered myself as I stared at the most disgusting creature I had ever seen.

 

There before me was a balding tramp with a face covered in dirty long beard…his teeth were dirty and stained. His dirty rain coat was tied together with string. I could just make out his dirty trousers that were obviously way to large for him as they hung well over his shoes which I could just make out the scuffed toe caps.

 

“Well, well, well, what have we got here” I could see that half his teeth were missing as he smiled.

 

He stepped in making me lean right back against the back wall…the water pipe digging into me. I was too shocked to even shout for help. I could see his dirty penis poking out from between his raincoat.

 

“Take your hands away from ya tits…I wanna see them”

 

“Nooo…please don’t”

 

“I won’t tell ya agin”

 

He raised his hand as if he were going to hit me…I quickly dropped my hands from my breasts.

 

“My a pair of beauties we have here…a little droopy but never the less…whut size are they?” His breath stank.

 

“38 E” I whispered not taking my eyes of him in case he hit me.

 

“Whut ya doing in here?”

 

“I … I was just needing the toilet and the ladies were closed”

 

“Ya usually piss naked?”

 

I didn’t know what to reply as I coloured up with embarrassment”

 

“Lets see what’s between those legs of yours…spread em”

 

I did as he asked not wishing to be aggravating him in any way…

 

“Mmmm…nice neat trimmed bush you have there missy…and a little creamed up if I am not mistaken.”

 

My reddening face got even brighter.

 

“Please don’t hurt me” I spoke with a quiet voice…

 

“I ain't gonna do that missy…just wanna finish off what ya started.”

 

“You mean…you mean …” I gulped

 

“That’s right missy…get that mouth back onto my cock”

 

I looked up at his eyes as he looked down at my naked body…only my doctor had seen me this bare and open as my husband was not one for open mindedness when it came to sex. Missionary and in the dark…which suited me. My pussy started to get that itch back.

 

I lowered my head once more to that disgusting flesh.

 

This time I did not have to do much except keep my mouth open. He took me by my head and started to use my mouth as if it were a cunt…that’s right .a cunt…I was starting to enjoy using the words that I had seen scribbled and etched on the walls.

A number of times I choked as he pushed his cock deep into my mouth hitting me at the back of my throat.

 

Above me I could hear him grunt as he called me names…names that turned me on even more. I could not prevent my hand touch my aching cunt…cunt…love that fucking word…did I just say fuck…fucking cunt…fucking cunt…yes I am a slut…a cock loving slut…I was repeating what he was saying in my mind...agreeing with the names he called me as my fingers flew across my clit.

 

I suddenly coughed and pushed him away…his cock had gone down into my throat and I was gagging.

 

He allowed me to get my breath back before grabbing me by my hair and pulling my mouth back onto his cock. He started to fuck my mouth once again…until once again he had gone too far down which started my gagging reflexes to kick back in… he allowed me time to recover. I had never been so turned on in my life….I was allowing a dirty tramp use my mouth as a source of relief for his sex.

 

Before he pulled my head back onto his cock he spoke. “Ya are loving this you fucking whore …aren’t ya?”

 

I managed to nod in agreement before he plunged his cock deep into my mouth forcing it right down until I could feel his dirty coat against my face. I gagged and struggled to breathe…tears running down my face as his cock was deeply imbedded down my throat. He held it there for what seemed like forever before he pulled it back out and let me catch my breath once more as I spluttered and coughed.

 

With tears still running down my face I nodded and opened my mouth wide when he asked me if “I was ready”.

 

This time he slowly started to fuck my mouth…gradually working his cock into my mouth until it was entering my throat…when I gagged he pulled back out slightly until I got used to taking his cock deeper and deeper. Finally he was fully in me…my throat accepting the intrusion without my gagging reflexes taking control. He slowly started to fuck me deep…his pace quickening as he started to approach his climax…the names he called me were getting cruder and cruder. My fingers were flying over my clit.

 

I could feel he was about to cum…I wanted to taste his juices…I didn’t want them to go straight down my throat without letting me taste what cum was like. I pushed him hard away which surprised him as I had not done so before.

 

“Let me taste you…cum in my mouth...on my tongue”

 

He just grinned and nodded before he once again plunged his cock deep into my throat and started to fuck my mouth to get him back to his peak. I felt his cream pump through his engorged cock vein and as the first spurt reached his head he pulled out so it landed in my mouth.

 

I was not expecting how pungent and thick it was…and how much he ejaculated. I spluttered and chocked as the second spurt erupted in my mouth and his cock came out. I could feel the warm semen splash against my face and hair as I swallowed what was in my mouth and try and recover from my repeating gagging. I was able to get the cock back into my mouth for the last two small spurts of warm seminal fluid.

He leaned back against the door…panting…his eyes closed.

 

I could feel the slime run down my face and drop onto my heaving breasts. I lay back against the back wall thinking what a slut I was…and how could I have done such a disgusting act to an even more disgusting creature.

 

He opened his eyes and noticed the cum on my tits

 

“Lick em clean”

 

“What???”

 

“Ya heard me….lift those titties up to your mouth and lick my spunk off em”

 

I looked down at my tits…they were coated in his juices…how could a man produce so much. I looked back up at him and caught his dirty smile…and as his eyes made contact with mine my hands lifted my right breast to my mouth.

 

My tongue came out and touched his goo. I allowed my tongue to lick as much of the sperm it could reach…and that which it could not reach I shuffled towards my mouth with my fingers. My right breast shone with my saliva as it licked it clean. I repeated the same action with my left tit…all the time the cheesy grin not leaving the tramps face.

 

Without being asked my fingers also sought out his ejaculate on my face and hair and when it was found my mouth licked them clean.

 

“I need a piss”

 

My eyes shot up to his…surprised with his words.

 

“Wha…” I did not finish my words before he repeated them again.

 

“I need a piss” but he did not move. I realised he wanted to piss in the bowl and not outside in the urinals. I made my move to rise from the seat.

 

“Stay where ya are missy….just spread those legs wider and sit further back …unless ya wanna be coated in ma piss”

 

I looked shocked and didn’t move as he took a step forward and took a hold of his now flaccid penis. I could believe what he was about to do but I most certainly did as he asked and scooted back just as his pee started to rush out of his cock.

 

His aim was slightly short and it just caught the front of the seat, splashes of warm pee hit my lower belly and pussy before he got the trajectory of the amber liquid right hitting the water of the bowl beneath my spread legs.

 

I looked down fascinated as the dirty yellow stream flew past my pussy lips which were obscenely parted showing the inner pink flesh.

 

“You hold it for me slut”

 

“What???” I shot a look up at him

 

“Well I am gonna let go of it and if ya want it to keep on hitting the bowl ya better guide it”

 

I could see his hand starting to uncurl from around his penis…my hand shot out just in time to keep it on its correct trajectory.

 

His cock dropped slightly hitting the rim of the toilet seat again and in over compensated slightly the warm stream just brushed past my pussy lips before I got the stream right hitting the water in the bowl with obscene spattering sounds.

 

God how much pee has this man got as it continued to flood out. I could smell the strong odour of concentrated urine.

 

“Lift ma cock up a little…let me hit ya square on ya cunt”

 

“What…nooo”

 

“Do it missy…ya know ya wanna”

 

Even as I was shaking my head no my hand raised his cock until I felt the stream hit my lower pussy. I felt an electric shock run through all my erogenous nerves.

 

I raised his cock higher until it hit the entrance to my pussy…I wanted to feel his piss inside my cunt…yes piss and cunt…I was starting to get aroused once more.

 

“Piss in my cunt….”

 

His hand went down and I saw him pinch his cock between his belly and my hand.

The flow of urine stopped

 

“Ya whut?”

 

“Piss in my cunt…I want to feel your piss in me…please”

 

He laughed…”my ya really are a tramp…”

 

“Get up”

 

I did as he asked and he squeezed past me undoing the string that held his coat

together. He lowered his dirty pants revealing an even dirty pair of underpants that must have been white at one stage in its life. He sat down on the seat.

I looked as he grabbed his cock and held it up…although it was still flaccid.

 

“Sit down on it”

 

I stood astride of him with my back to him and lowered myself onto his dirty cock…it was soft and he had to feed it into me, his hand slowly slid down giving way as he pushed his soft cock into my pussy. I was on fire

 

When I felt my bare ass upon his dirty legs I stopped lowering myself and he withdrew his grimy hand.

 

“Give me a few secs missy it will soon start up again”

 

I could feel his soft flaccid cock deep in me…he was probably deeper in me soft than my husband has ever been even when he was fully erect.

 

He reached around and started to squeeze and play with my breasts. He was not gentle but at that moment in time I did not want gentle…I wanted him to pull and twist and squeeze and pinch. I looked down as his hands mauled my white globes. They looked even whiter against his dirty hands.

 

I started to rub my clit and occasionally slid a finger inside my cunt along with his cock.

 

I looked around sharply when I heard a noise coming from outside our stall…someone had entered the toilets. I sat rigid on the tramps legs…his soft cock buried deep in my cunt…I dare not move and I prayed that we would not be noticed in here. If this ever got out I would be ruined…my family would be ruined.

 

Just then as I heard the man piss hit the steel urinal outside I felt piss being pumped into my cunt.

 

My god…the tramp was pissing up me as another man was pissing outside the stall.

My cunt suddenly went into overdrive….I climaxed as I sat on a flaccid cock as it pumped yellow waste into me. I had to bite hard down on my lower lip to prevent me crying out.

 

I flung myself back onto the tramp turning my head seeking out his dirty mouth so I could kiss his lips.

 

I could smell his bad breath and taste the stale hair that surrounded his lips as I sought out the entrance to that odious opening.  His lips parted as my tongue snaked its way into his mouth seeking out his. He pushed his tongue back into my mouth where I sucked on it like it was his cock. His piss was still being pumped into my cunt but was now forcing its way past his cock and into the bowl. I could hear the splash of his urine as it hit the dirty water in the bowl below.

 

My climax subsided but still I kept his tongue in my mouth. Sucking…tasting his filthy cigarette tongue with my own taste buds.

 

His piss slowly stopped flowing. I fought hard by sucking onto his tongue as he tried to pull away from my mouth. That foul piece of flesh that I was still so keen to have down my throat.  He pulled both nipples hard making me yelp in pain. I broke the kiss.

 

I was still sitting on his lap with his cock still in me as he pushed me to my right, guiding my tits towards the hole in the wall.

 

I turned my head around to him as to say what the hell he was doing…but I daren’t speak less we were heard by the man, now at the sink washing his hands.

 

The tramp just grinned as he found the hole in the wall and with one last mighty tug He had my left tit pushed right through it. He held naked torso pressed against the dirty stained wall.

 

I was shaking in terror…and hoping the man would just wash his hands and leave without noticing my exposed breast.

 

The water in the sink stopped flowing, and then heard him curse that there were no towels. Not a sound was made…obviously the man was looking about him to see what there was available for him to dry his hands on.

“What the fuck….” He must have seen my left breast pushed fully through the hole.

 

I tensed up as I heard him walk towards my exposed breast in the next stall to us. A few seconds pause before I felt his soft hand touch it cautiously.

 

I looked at the tramp…his grin was wider than I had ever seen it…he knew that my tit was being touched. The hand next door became a little braver and started to squeeze and mould my hanging boob…pulling on the nipple…squeezing the fleshy orb.

 

The tramp leaned forward and whispered into my ears. “What’s he doing?”

 

“You know fine well what he doing” I whispered back

 

“Like that missy…like ya tittie being mauled by an unknown hand?”

 

I didn’t have to answer him…the soft low moan from my lips told him that I did.

 

The tramp grabbed me by my right tit and started to paw it…he was not as gentle as he took my nipple and pulled on it…hard…my moans were becoming more audible.

  

The contrast between the gentle smooth caressing of my left breast against the rough hard treatment of my right one was indescribable...I was starting to moan louder not caring now if I was heard or seen.

 

 With each passing minute my right breast was being abused more harshly whilst my left tit was being gently caressed and now kissed and suckled.

 

The tramp shuffled a little adjusting our positions with me still planted upon his lap…his cock still firmly being gripped by my cunt.

 

He stooped a little and took my teat between his teeth and started to chew merciless on the soft tissues of my lily white orb, the coarse hair of his beard making my senses all the more alert.

 

I was becoming dizzy with the pain pleasure that my tits were receiving. I reached down with my right hand and started to rub my engorged clit.

 

My right nipple felt as if it was going to be bitten off…but that just made me groan all the louder. One hand was gently expressing my left breast as the mouth of the clean shaven face the other side of the wall was gently suckling as if it were a baby trying to get its breast milk.

 

I felt the teeth on my right nipple ease its grip which made my nipple all the tenderer as the blood rushed back into the damaged tissue. It was a short lived relief as the teeth once more found a new fresh piece of tit to chew and bruise.

 

This barrage of pleasure and pain continued for what must have been five minutes…I don’t think any part of my right tit was left without having had a set of teeth clamped firmly on it….it was throbbing. The tramp was now just content in squeezing and pulling my aching tit.

 

Without warning the gentle sucking on my right breast stopped, followed a few seconds later by the groans of the man the other side of the partition as I felt the splashes of warm semen hit and gently flow down my left breast.

 

My climax was not long in coming.

 

We heard the man’s zipper being pulled up and hasty foot steps took him away from the stall and the toilets.

 

 

I pulled away from the wall and my right tit came back through. It was covered in fresh spunk.

 

“Lick it of missy…ya know ya love the taste of cum”

 

I looked down and slowly raised the breast to my mouth.

 

As my tongue scooped up the cum my cunt was once again starting that familiar itch. My breast was clean and with my nipple hard and throbbing by the time I let my breast go.

 

I looked at my right tit…it was no longer the smooth white orb it was five minutes ago…it was bruised  with nasty looking teeth marks all over it…My god…how am I going to explain this to my husband.

 

I started to get up of the tramps legs and he told me to stay as I was…he wanted another piss.

 

I heard the unmistakable sound of a plop as it hit the dirty water in the bowl.

 

“Are you…are you...”

 

I heard another plop.

 

“What do ya think I am doing…giving birth to a fucking baby?”

 

“Ohhhhh myyyy goooood”

 

I heard another plop...then…”Hang on...think I am done”

 

My cunt was suddenly being filled with pee.

 

I just looked at him in disbelief.

 

When he had finished he pushed me off his lap …his cock plopping out along with yellow urine…it splashed all over his cock and balls.

 

He bent down to pull up his underpants.

 

“Are you not going to clean up first?”

 

“Ohh fuck I forgot…now what can I use…” He laughed knowing fine well there was no paper in the stall.

 

He looked around and saw my panties in the corner and before I could object he stooped down and wiped his dirty bottom with my silk panties. He also made sure his cock and testicles were dry from his piss.

 

He held his hand out with my soiled panties hanging from his grubby palm with a big toothy grin

 

“I can’t put those on...they are filthy.”

 

“Ohh I don’t know” with that he turned and bent over showing me his dirty hairy bottom and slowly dragged my silk panties between his crease…his middle finger pushing them into his bum hole slightly.

 

Turning back to me grinning … “Put them on missy…don’t want you to run around half dressed now do we?”

 

What was I thinking of when I reached out and took them from him and slid them over my feet and up my legs. I could see the yellow and brown stains on them as they slid up over me.

 

He started to pull up his pants, tying them with the coarse string before wrapping the button less coat about him.

 

He looked directly at me. “Couldn’t spare a couple of bucks for a drink now could ya missy?”

 

I shook my head at the audacity of the man…but nether the less I reached down and fished my purse out from under my clothes. I didn’t have much as I usually just use cards but I handed him £5. He kept his hand out until I eventually gave him all the money I had with me. He ended up with over £70 and some loose change.

 

“You got a pencil or something in there missy?”

 

I looked at him strangely…”I don’t think so”

 

He took my bag from me and rummaged through it until he held something up

“What’s this?”

 

“Eye liner pencil”

 

“That will do…what’s ya name missy?”

 

“Why?”

 

“Don’t bother…” He looked in my bag once more and took out some papers until “Oh nice”

 

I looked shocked but did nothing to stop him as he wrote upon the wall.

 

“If ya want a good blow job and use my tits for ya pleasure…call…Diane on 670430616”

 

Handing back my mobile telephone bill and the pencil he smiled, turned, and left the toilets.

 

I don’t know what was wrong with me…I had just been used in the most disgusting way and still my cunt was looking for more. My hand was inside those dirty disgusting panties pulling on my engorged clit.

 

I consciously left the door open wide hoping for someone to come in and catch me what I was about to do. I wanted to be seen and to be used again as I bent to remove my panties so I could sit back on the toilet and masturbate. Stooping when my panties were half way down my legs I noticed the yellow pool of urine still on the toilet seat where he had run out from my pussy after he had pissed in it.

 

Don’t…don’t…I said to myself even as I knelt on the floor with my panties around my knees. My head lowered slowly with my tongue out as I moved closer towards that pungent yellow pool.

 

I closed my eyes when my tongue came into contact for the first time…initially not moving as it took in that acid taste before I slowly dragged my tongue through the dirty fluid.  The first run complete I opened my eyes to position my tongue for the second sweep…that’s when I noticed the three large turds floating in the bowl where he had not flushed them away. Strangely enough the smell from within the bowl was not that obnoxious. My tongue continued to lick the seat clean, my eyes not leaving the brown floaters with my mind fighting what depraved act I was contemplating doing. A battle I was slowly losing.

 

I was just about to reach into the bowl…

 

 “Ya filthy slut….not satisfied are ya…I was wondering whut was keeping ya.”

 

I shot around to look at tramp once more standing right behind me.

 

 I was mortified…bad enough I was caught with my face covered in yellow pee but very grateful that he had not come in thirty seconds later…I could not say anything.

 

In his hand he held a sting and what was tethered to the other end made me gasp. It was the largest mongrel dog I had ever seen.

 

I was just about to rise from my stooped position…”don’t ya bother missy...stay whur ya are…I have another treat for ya”

 

I looked at him questioning.

 

“Found this here mutt trying to mount a bitch that was having nothing to do wi it… so thought you could help him out”

 

I grew even more puzzled…what the hell is he talking about?

 

The dog came forward and licked my bottom…I let out a small gasp of surprise mixed with a no of disapproval. Another two licks.

 

What’s the matter with that stupid dog…why does he keep on licking my bottom?

 

As if reading my mind the tramp spoke

 

“Must be smelling that cunt of yours”

 

I looked at the tramp with shock.

 

I saw the tramp look down at the dog’s rear end and then back up at me…

 

“Yep...smells ya cunt alright….better get up unless ya wanna be mounted by him”

 

“What...what are you talking about?”

 

The dog suddenly jumped placing his two front paws up on my back. I immediately raised my body throwing the dog back down.

 

“Sit…”  The tramp spoke with a command to his voice that the dog accepted and sat down with his head not turning away from my bottom.

 

“Smells ya cunt right enough…look at him”

 

I glared at the tramp and then down at the mongrel who was panting with his nose just short of my coat.

 

I looked again at the panting hound…“Oh my goooooddddd” The dogs pink cock was poking straight out of its furry sheath

 

“Yep smells ya cunt right enough”

 

“Get them panties off and spread ya legs”

 

I should have said no…my senses were saying no…my hands and legs were doing what was asked of me

 

 “Go…lick spud…lick her good”

 

Why I didn’t object I don’t know...all that crossed my mind was … Spud…spud…is it his dog…he looks to clean and well groomed to be his.”  Thankfully the dog just looked up at the tramp as he spoke the words.

 

 “Gonna teach this dog a new trick”

 

“Hunt the cunt” He said...and as he did he pushed Spuds head towards my naked cunt.

 

I gasped when Spuds tongue rasped against tender soft skin

 

I felt that electric shock surge through me.

 

Spud lashed out with his tongue again.

 

“Back down” the tramp barked and pulled spuds head away from my cunt.

 

He waited a few moments before... “Hunt the cunt”…he pushed spuds head back to my cunt…and once again shock waves rushed through my body. He allowed spud a few licks before “Back down” pulling spud away from me.

 

This was repeated three or four times by which time I was almost begging the tramp not to say the words back down.

 

“Hunt the Cunt”…this time the tramp did not push Spuds head forward…spud did it of his own accord.

 

“Back down”…spuds tongue stayed licking my cunt until “Back down” was repeated this time pulling spud away whilst giving the dog a warning slap.

 

The next couple of commands Spud did as he was told without being reminded.

 

 “Sit down on the bowl and spread ya legs…let the dog get a good munch at ya”

 

I did as he asked…it was disgusting…dirty…but I was disgusting dirty…and I was aroused like I have never been aroused.

 

I sat waiting while the tramp once again took out his now erect cock and slowly started to masturbate.

 

I waited...and waited…pleading him with my eyes to say the words.

 

He just smiled as he continued to masturbate.

 

“Please…” I spoke quietly to him

 

“Well what ya waiting for missy…the dog ain’t going to do it unless he is told”

 

I looked at him quizzically, down at spud and back up to him. “You …you mean me…I have to say”

 

“Well it ain’t me that wants their cunt licked?”

 

I gulped…spread my legs wider…if that was possible and looked at Spud. “Hunt the cunt”…it was a whisper…I hardly heard it… “HUNT THE CUNT” I almost shouted the next time

 

Immediately Spud lunged forward licking my gaping cunt. I had never felt so much pleasure. I had never even had a man kiss me down there and there I was letting a dog lick me to orgasmic pleasure.

 

I threw my head back as the dogs tongue tried to burrow its way deep inside my cunt.

Lick after lick I was being carried away on a wave of gratification…I started to squeeze my already aching breasts…pulling on them hurting them. I heard in the distance those dreaded words…I let out a cry of despair when spud withdrew his tongue from deep inside of me.

 

“Hu…”

 

“Don’t…” The tramp shouted…”Don’t you give that command after I have given another”

 

I looked sheepish, hurt, disappointed...but stayed silent.

 

The tramps cock was hard and he was still stroking it…I could see he was more than aroused.

 

“Time for some cock sucking”

 

I gulped and nodded and leaned forward closer to the tramps cock.

 

“Think we want ya on the floor missy…” He pulled Spud away back out of the stall. I looked at the tramp in puzzlement.

 

“Get ya ass on the floor…sit just in front of the bowl and spread ya legs wide.”

 

I did as he asked and with him still holding Spud away from me he clambered over sitting with his legs astride the bowl.

 

I twisted my head around looking confused…I couldn’t suck his cock from this position.

 

He pulled and pushed Spud around until Spud was standing between my parted legs.

 

From under Spuds chest and head I looked up at the tramp still confused as there was no way I could suck the tramps cock.

 

“Shoulders” The tramp called…and at the same time he let go of the lead and leant down grasping Spuds ankles he raised him up on his hind legs and right over my head.

 

I was now staring at Spuds red penis.

 

I realised what was going to happen.

 

“Now what command shall we use…and when I say it its not the dog I want to obey “he laughed

 

“Nooo…I can’t...won’t…it’s...”

 

“Hey...whats fairs fair…he licked you”

 

I could not take my eyes of Spuds cock…it looked funny…not like a man’s…kind of long…skinny…pointed…red…and oh my god…he spurted …he is cumming….”HES CUMMING” I shouted in panic.

 

“Its just lubrication ….girl ya sure are ignorant…but don’t waste it…get ya mouth onto that cock”

 

“Nooo…”

 

I felt the hot clear liquid hit me on my chest.

 

“LICK THE DICK” with that he raised his bottom off the seat pushing my head forward towards the dogs cock just as it spurted another warm shot of fluid.

It hit me on the chin

 

“Lick the dick” he spoke again

 

Once again my mind was shouting no when my body was doing yes…my head raised and I took Spuds cock into my mouth.

 

It tasted different…dry and yet wet…much warmer than the tramps.

 

I gently sucked not knowing how to suck a dogs cock…not that I know how to suck a man’s cock as it was a cock that was fucking my mouth earlier…not me sucking a cock.

 

Soon I was getting the hang of it. The hot clear liquid tasted sweeter than cum and a lot sweeter than the piss I had tasted. I swallowed as the dog started to get into a rhythm as it to started to hump my head.

 

“Better grab just behind that growing ball there if ya don’t wanna choke to death…don’t want his knot lodging down ya throat”

 

Ball…Knot…what the hell is he talking about. I strained and used my hand and found what he must have been talking about and gently squeezed…Spud yelped and jerked…

 

“Don’t squeeze that ball ya stupid bitch…gently squeeze just at the back of it.”

 

Spud got back into the rhythm of fucking my mouth again as I found the right place to squeeze with a little guidance from the tramp.

 

Spud was starting to hump my face…I was having trouble holding him. My head was hitting the back of the bowl as his thrusts became more forceful.

 

The tramp groaned and I felt hot liquid spurt over my head and land on my upper face and head… he was shooting his cum over my head, which only spurred my free hand to attack my hungry cunt with passion.

 

Spud suddenly stopped thrusting but lunged holding himself still before pulling back lunging again. I was not sure if it was him or his cock that was lunging but with each lunge, a spurt of a slightly thicker different tasting hot liquid was being pumped into my mouth.

 

I was now at my lowest degrading position I have ever been in and yet I was just about to have the biggest cum in my life. I was on the dirty floor of a man’s toilet with a dog spurting his cum down my throat and a tramp having just shot a load of semen over my head.

 

I must have passed out as my climax over powered me, for the next thing I knew I was lying on the floor with the tramp standing over me as Spud sitting down next to me licking my face…I turned away from his tongue and rose to a sitting position.

 

“Well that was a biggie for you missy…”

 

It was then that I noticed the silver disc that had ‘Spud’ etched on it with a telephone number below it...so it was not his dog. I held spuds head still as I looked around at the tramp…standing there with his cock flaccid but still hanging out.

 

“Well thank the mutt for giving you his doggie seed”

 

I looked at him with a questioning glance.

 

 “You bitches always want to hug and kiss after you have just been fucked so now thank the mutt and give him a kiss”

 

My eyes widened in amazement...I looked at spud then back at the tramp then back to the dog whose head I still held…its mouth open with that long brown tongue hanging out.

 

At that exact moment that’s just what I wanted to do…thank the person…thing…that had given me the biggest orgasm of my life.

 

I released Spuds head that immediately started to lick my face, this time I turned into his tongue opening my mouth and let him push his tongue between my lips. I gently sucked his tongue as if French kissing him. He seemed to enjoy it…all I knew this was degrading but I just felt it right…that dog deserved to be thanked.

 

I finally pushed spud’s head away from mine, patting him and rubbing his head as I rose to my feet. Spud when released turned and sped out of the toilets…

 

“Give me ya pencil agin”

 

I looked at him but did not question it as fished it out from my bag and handed it to him.

 

He scrawled under the previous scribble…

 

“She will also suck ya dog off”

 

I gasped.

 

“Now don’t ya even think about erasing this…if I come in tomorrow and see it’s gone I will go around and write ya fucking name and number on all the fucking walls.”

 

I reached down to get my clothes to get dressed…lifting my bra first I was just about to put it on when I was pushed aside.

 

Gimmi ya bra”

 

I handed it to him automatically without question. He felt the fine soft lacy material, holding it to his face he sniffed it, and then to my utter amazement he held them over the bowl and started to pee on them…soon the bra was soaking with his yellow liquid, splashing on the toilet seat as it ran through the fine fabric. When the flow of piss had stopped, he wiped his cock before handing them to me with piss still dripping from it.

 

He nodded at me indicating what he wanted me to do…

 

I slipped the warm wet bra on with rivulets of yellow urine flowing down my naked body. My nipples were hard and could be easily seen through the now transparent lace.

 

I lifted the stained panties and slipped them up over my legs and bottom.

 

I stooped down to get my skirt…the tramp took it from my hand. “And the jumper”

 

I bent and handed him that. “These will do for Susie”

 

“Wha…what do you mean…I need them…”

 

“Think ya self lucky that ya coat is not a good warm un or else ya would be without that as well…oh and next time ya come here looking for a bit o cock make sure ya cunt is shaven as clean as a baby’s ass.” With that the tramp turned and left me standing there in my soiled undies.

 

I looked over at the cracked mirror. I was a mess. I stooped to pick up my now quite soiled coat and put that over my semi naked body…my bra and panties now starting to feel more than uncomfortable.

 

As I lay soaking in the bath I was grateful that I had only passed a few people on the way home, and mercifully they were not known to me. The afternoon events were replayed over and over in my mind as I lay in the warm soapy water. I don’t know how I could have allowed myself to be so degraded.

 

 

 

As each disgusting act was rerun in my mind I somehow couldn’t stop my hand from playing with my bruised right breast…twisting it, squeezing it...making me wince in pain. I watched my other hand reach out as if it were not mine at all but some other hand that I could not control…it picked up the soiled panties and brought them to my face…I inhaled the pungent smell…pressing them hard so they covered my nose and mouth. I could do nothing to stop my mouth from opening and my tongue snake out and drag itself across the stain…

 

I was startled out of my daydream by my mobile ringing…I held the panties in one hand and answered the phone with the other…a number I did not recognise.

 

“670430616”

 

“That Diane?”

 

“Yes…who is this?”

 

“I have an Alsatian……………

 

 

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