Open hou... err... conveniences!
Does anyone else feel like I haven't been a real sleazy, attention seeking slut lately?
Well, yesterday, I decided I needed to correct this oversight by doing something a little extreme and probably rather stupid. You know, my specialities!
It was a lovely day out, and I had been getting more and more excitable as my day at work went on. I knew Tiffany was going to be working late, and although the potential to meet some guy from online was there, I really felt I wanted something a little... more. So I got thinking, and soon enough, I came up with a mildly insane plan. One that would involve me revisiting somewhere I had a rather extreme encounter some time ago.
The problem was, even though the idea was just some off-the-cuff thought, the more I turned it over in my mind, the more excited I got and the more I realised I was going to follow it through!
Being a Friday, I was only at work till one o'clock and the moment my watch vibrated on my wrist to tell me that time had come, I felt a massive wave of excitement wash over me as I gathered my stuff to leave.
When I got home, I spent a little time prettying myself up. I showered (tried so hard not to rub one off in the shower!), and I washed my hair and straightened it and put on some make-up. Then, I selected an outfit that would serve the purpose I had in mind. Something cute, but slutty. A little white tennis skirt, a tight tank top with a low cut front and some strappy heels.
I also grabbed a rucksack, threw in some things I knew I would likely need (more on that later), and then called a taxi. Where I wanted to go was quite a walk and I really couldn't wait that long to get there.
It was a little after four o'clock when I arrived and a little frown crossed my face. Wow. Was this place always this knackered and run down looking, or had it got worse?
Yes, some of you might remember a certain mega-rough estate I went to a few months ago. Where I got gang fucked by soooooo many guys in the toilets before being left naked and alone late at night. Well, I came back, but this time, I was more prepared and had a plan!
I took a stroll around the pot-hole pitted road that ran in a large triangle around a kind of park area in the middle. Some of the shops that had been boarded up last time I was here were now open, and I popped into a run-down looking newsagent to buy a bottle of water. I made sure to smile and wink at every guy in there and hoped one or two might remember me. Then, I headed back out and continued to make my way around the streets, passing by the grim looking working men's club.
As it was an early Friday afternoon, in an area where clearly everyone was on the dole, and it was very warm and sunny out, the working men's club was open and had patrons inside. I didn't go in, but there were a handful of them outside smoking and drinking, chatting and spitting as I walked by. I was on the path opposite and made sure to "accidentally" drop my bottle of water, and bent over to pick it up, giving all of them a good glimpse further up the back of my thigh than was decent! I heard a couple of wolf whistles, and when I glanced back around, I saw two of them men pointing at me, discussing something with an urgent expression on their faces.
One of them ran back into the building, and the other started speaking to two younger men, both of whom looked over at me, then back at the older man, their eyes wide. I began to walk on, intending to enter the park a little further down the road. As I walked, I could tell I was being followed. A quick look over my shoulder confirmed that it was these two younger men. I grinned to myself as I entered the park.
There had been a gate at the entrance at some point. Well, it was still there, but it was off its hinges and lay on a patch of overgrown grass just inside the park. I walked down the litter strewn path, past overflowing bins, and goodness knows what other mess. It was far easier to see how awful this place was in the daylight.
Eventually, I reached the public toilets. A smile came to my lips as I remembered what happened last time I was here. Jeez, it had been a real free-for-all on my body last time!
I was going to go into the Gent's again, but the door was locked and had been screwed shut too. The wood of the door looked charred and blackened as if it had been burned. So, instead, I made my way over to the lady's loos. This was still open, and the inside was as dank as the men's had been last time. Though I didn't get a chance to have a proper look around.
I had just enough time to slide my bag into one of the cubicles and shut the door before I was followed inside. I turned around to see one of the two lads who had been following me.
"Not gonna give me time to prepare first, sweetie?" I giggled.
"Is it true?" He said. His voice reeked of a lack of education. He probably had more teeth than GCSEs and he didn't have many of those either. He only looked in his early twenties, but he looked so rough he seemed older. "You come 'ere once before?"
I smiled. "I'm glad I'm remembered!"
I wasn't lying either. In polite, civilised society, I try my best to have a "normal" reputation. Though here, in this land forgotten by manners and the ability to read, I didn't think keeping a good rep was quite so important.
He stared at me a while longer, slack jawed. It was clear my reply had been a little too vague for him. Before I had hid my back, I had managed to extract a plastic tub full of condoms, and I slid it across the floor. I really didn't k ow how many would get used, but I could hope! Then, I turned around and rested my elbows on a broken sink. Doing this meant I had to lean down, and I pushed my butt outwards. My little skirt barely concealed my pantyless ass and pussy.
"You gonna go first then?" I winked at him over my shoulder.
It took him a few moments. I'm not sure if he was still trying to figure out my "subtle" hint or if his mind was just struggling to process the information before him. Eventually, though, I felt his hands sliding up my thighs and probe my asshole and pussy roughly.
"You waiting for an audience, sweetie?" I chuckled.
I heard him tugging his trackie pants down hurriedly. He finally figured it out! A few seconds later, I felt him pressing his cock against my pussy. He didn't have to push too hard, I was already drenched, and he slid right in! I let out a squeal of delight and he grabbed my hips and started fucking me vigoulrously from behind.
It wasn't comfortable where I was. The edges of the sink were cracked and rough, and my face ended up pushing up against the wall that was studded with old, dried lumps of chewing gum. It didn't take him long to finish, though, and he was pulling out of me before his friend returned.
He walked in to see his mate stepping back from me, pulling up his pants. My skirt was raised over my hips, and everything was on display for him. I smiled at him sweetly.
"Shit, man..." he gasped as he oggled me.
"Have a go, mate." The first guy said. "Little bitch is on heat I reckon!" He laughed and slapped my bare buttock.
I heard him unzipping his jeans as he stepped closer. He said to his buddy, "the others won't be long." before sliding his hard cock into my pussy.
I grunted with pleasure as he filled me with his cock, but as he did, I turned to the first lad and manged to gasp "tell them to form a queue this time!" I ended my sentence with a little yelp, as this second guy grabbed my hair and yanked my head backward sharply.
I don't know if he passed on the request, but a minute or two later, I heard lots of chatter coming down the path, followed by the sound of several people pushing and shoving their way into the little toilets. There was a lot of whooping and cheering, and I heard them shouting things coarsely.
"Yeah it's that slut alright!
"Give her a good'un, Mikey!"
"Filthy slut's back for more, eh?"
"Better hope your Sandra don't walk in, eh Mikey?! Haha!"
"Gonna rip her asshole open this time!"
"You better make sure your Janet's still at her parents too, Dan!"
"Look at her fat titties swinging! Fucking lovely milkers!"
... and other such eloquence.
Mikey, as he was apparently called, finished soon after. Everyone gave a great cheer as he grabbed my hips and pulled me back onto his cock, which he pushed hard into me as he blew his load. Then, he stopped for a minute, taking a quick breather before pulling out.
"My turn!" A voice came. I had hoped to change position, but the third guy was too quick. His cock was in my asshole before I could even stand up straight!
He was thick down there, too, and I wasn't prepared, and I gave a shriek of both surprise and pain. This caused further cheering from the other men. I regained my composure and braced myself against the wall, pushing myself back onto him.
"Fucking slut's gagging for it!" I heard someone proclaim and the others laughed. He began to fuck me hard and I felt his hand reaching around to grope my breasts. There was no skill or technique involved. He just grabbed them and squeezed hard. Again, I gave a slight yelp.
He, too, didn't last too long. Just a couple of minutes, but his orgasm triggered one of my own, and as he pulled out of me, I felt my knees buckle, and I began to fall to the floor. I was caught by some of the guys there, though, and they helped me stay stood up. I don't feel they did this for my benefit, though, as they simply turned me around and pinned me to the wall with their hands.
One of them grabbed one of my legs and lifted it up, placing my ankle on the sink (seriously, balancing on one foot in heels... now that's a skill!)
Another guy stepped forward now. His hard dick was already in his hand. He stepped up to me and pushed it into my cunt and began to buck his hips. He was one of the older guys. Probably in his sixties. He looked like a homeless person, to be honest (I really hoped he wasn't) and he grinned a toothless grin at me as he pawed at my exposed tits.
"Didn't think I'd ever get another go on this!" He laughed. "Go on! Give us a kiss!"
Revulsion hit me like a brick as I looked at his wrinkled, bearded, and filthy face. His mouth was devoid of all but a few blackened teeth, and the smell that spewed forth from it was beyond disgusting. My whole body trembled with disgust and excitement. The idea of doing such gross things.. of being so disgusting and dirty... of being the desperate fuck toy of such godawful people turned me on soooo much!
(Had to take a break here...
I needed to masturbate. I'm back now!)
I pulled my arms free from the lads restraining them and draped them round the old tucker's shoulders, then leaned forward and locked my lips to his, sliding my tongue into his mouth and intertwined it with his.
It was like tonguing an ashtray that hadn't been washed in years. I felt myself heave a little as I kissed him deeply and passionately. I managed to hold it back, but it wasn't the only time I did that that evening. The 'horny→disgusted→turned on by that disgust' cycle would only get worse from here!
I felt the old guy shudder and shake as he orgasmed, groaning deep into my mouth. He pulled away, and I felt his (or possibly my) drool drip onto my breast. This time, I did fall to my knees, but I had no time to recover. I barely got back to my knees before several cocks of all shapes, sizes, colours and degrees of hygiene were thrust before my face.
I managed to glance around for the first time, as I took a dick in each hand. The little toilets were pretty full. It was hard to take a full head count, but there must have been fifteen to twenty guys in there!
I took one of the two dicks I was holding into my mouth and started sucking eagerly. The taste wasn't great. It was sweaty and musty, and the taste of ammonia was certainly present. Regardless, I let it slip into my throat as I gurgled and gargled it, slurping loudly and drooling profusely.
"She's definitely hungry for dick, eh lads?" Someone's voice came through the crowd.
"Cum down her slut throat!"
I moved my mouth to the second dick and began sucking on it, still jerking the first one. I felt it twitch, and a splash of warm, wet stickiness coated my cheek.
"Cover the stupid bitch!"
The cock in my mouth did the same, bit this time I swallowed it's gift without spilling a drop! The pair of them stepped back, and another couple came forward. I grinned up at them, jizz running down the left side of my face. I never even attempted to wipe it away. I just let it run down my face and drip onto my shoulder.
As I gorged myself on the next couple of cocks, I felt hands on me. They grasped my hips and pulled me backwards a little. A hand between my shoulder blades pushed me forward a bit and I felt a third dick slide up into my pussy. He only fucked me for a few moments before I began to groan and spasm as another orgasm took me! I fought through it, though, and continued to service the two guys in front of me, groaning and gasping onto their dicks.
One of the two finished, and I ate his offering with gusto, and he was eagerly replaced by another. Other hands groped and pawed at my body. I felt my clothes, which already barely covered me, being tugged at; pulled off and even torn! I didn't care though. My only desire was to be thoroughly used by these scummy men!
They rotated out quite efficiently. As soon as one climaxed, he would step away and be replaced. Most of their cum I swallowed, but some pulled out and exploded on my face or tits. Some of them spat in my face and laughed at me, calling me a whore, a slut or other names. They sought to humiliate me, but that only spurred me on!
I don't know how long I was there. Hours? All evening? Eventually, though, they all had their fill of me. Some of them clearly had more than one go, and I was passed around and put into all sorts of positions. The favourite was having me on top, riding them. It was easy for them to get a good look at my body and grope me like that, I think. My calves ached like fuck by the time I was left alone though!
I couldn't stand for some time, and it was several minutes before I could even sit up. I don't know how many orgasms I had enjoyed. Ten? Maybe more? Probably. They seemed to come faster and faster towards the end.
I simply lay there on the cold tiles. They had been dirty when I arrived. Mud and cigarette ends. Now there were little congealed pooled of cum, spit and larger pools of piss too. As time had gone on, coating my face in cum and spit had become popular and caused much amusement amongst them. Before leaving me alone, two of them had pissed on me as I lay, unmoving but breathing hard on the floor. For several long minutes, I lay, physically unable to move, my face resting in a puddle of that hot urine.
Slowly, I was able to get to my knees. I sat a while, swaying slowly before throwing up heavily on the floor and on my legs. Several more minutes of recovery went by before I was able to stand and move over to the cubicle I had slid my bag into. I hoped desperately that no one had found it! The clothes I had been wearing had all gone. Taken as trophies, just like last time.
I breathed a sigh of relief when I saw it was still there. I opened it up and took out a large pack of wet wipes and a towel, and began cleaning myself up as best as possible. I had spare clothes in there too and my phone. I was able to call a taxi as I got dressed, and I had it pick me up at the entrance to the park.
As we drove past the working men's club, a lot of them were stood outside still, and when they saw me in the back seat of the taxi, they cheered and whooped. I heard them calling me names and even waving my skirt and tank top like flags!
I was very glad the taxi driver didn't ask what that was about... that might have been an awkward conversation.
"Oh yes I'm a cum addicted sex junkie and they all just fucked the shit out of me in a toilet back there!"
Obviously, a looooong shower happened when I got back, and I was also quite surprised to see a lot of the condoms in the box had gone! Seems some of them at least had some sense!
I had a really fun time. I might have to pay these scum bags another visit one day. I quite enjoyed having the reputation I actually deserve. It was quite freeing!
Oh well, back to covering up who I am again...