As I removed my trousers my mind started to think about the naughty things I could get up to very soon. What possible delights that may await me today. With my male clothes now in a pile on the floor, I stand there naked with a completely hairless body, the recent full body wax worth all the pain I endured. My slender figure is something I’m proud of, but has caused me some ridicule from friends and colleagues over the years. There were many comments about being a wimp and how I should be a girl. Oh how I wish that had been the case.
I grab my strapless black satin bra and fasten it at the back, insert my breast forms into the cups and with a bit of pulling of my own skin, create a rather nice cleavage. Next, the black satin corset. Placing it around my torso I fasten the front busk eyelets and start to tighten the laces. I am quite adept at this now after lots of practice and gradually pull the laces tighter and tighter, until eventually the corset is fully closed. My thirty two inch waist is now twenty eight inches. The tightness around my torso, causing a change to my breathing, feels wonderful and the restriction makes it feel so erotic.
I open a new pack of seamed nylon fully fashioned stockings. Seductively, I slide each one up my smooth legs and attach them to the eight suspenders. Now it’s time for the tight black satin knickers. Sliding them up to my thighs I now tuck myself away, pushing my testicles back into my body and pull my appendage between my legs creating an almost perfect shape. Closing my legs slightly, to keep it tucked away, I pull the tight knickers up all the way. They are so tight they will certainly stop me playing with myself. I caress my satin covered bum and it makes me feel so sexy.
Before I finish dressing it is time to apply some make-up. My portable mirror, complete with suction cups, is already attached to the wall. My finger nails are already coated in a dusky pink. They are all my own and keep them neatly trimmed and shaped in a feminine style. Now I apply a good covering of foundation which is almost bordering on tarty. Defining my neatly trimmed and shaped eyebrows with a black brow pencil I create a seductive arc above my eyes. Now to apply purple eye shadow on my eyelids, above which I add a shade of pink. I expertly blend the two together to create a graduated change of colour. Black eyeliner is next to help accentuate the outline of my eyes and a heavy coating of mascara finishes off my eyes nicely. I’m very fortunate to have naturally long lashes and I curl them to give a stunning effect. A gentle brushing of blusher to my cheeks and lip liner to shape my lips almost completes the look. The lipstick will come after I have finished dressing.
Gradually I slide my flared mini skirt up my legs and fasten the button and zip to the rear. The flowing black satin kisses my satin clad bum cheeks and sends a tingle through my body. The white satin pussy bow blouse comes next. My arms slide into the slightly puffy sleeves and I fasten the buttons down the front. Tying off the bow around my neck helps form another restrictive feeling. The cuffs are next and each is fastened with four buttons on the long cuffs. I step into the six inch heel patent stiletto sandals, fasten the three buckles and lock each one in place with a padlock. The keys are at home so I will now be leaving here fully en-femme. The crowning glory is my shoulder length blonde wig. Gentle waves and a short fringe frame my face nicely. I look in the mirror one last time, apply a nice thick coat of ruby red lipstick and the image sends a quiver of excitement running through my body. Gathering my male attire I place it all in a small holdall. My car and house keys plus other needs are already in my purse. At last I’m ready to see what naughtiness may develop. I sit and try to relax. But excitement, fear and anticipation keep me on edge.
Sunlight tries to break through the murky windows and creates a haze in the otherwise gloomy place I am in. I take in the aromas of this place. The scent from the perfumed blocks in the urinals try to dispel the smell of urine. This is my favourite toilet block, set on the edge of a car park in the middle of a very quiet park. It is frequented by various members of the public, park visitors in general and the type of clientele I was hoping for today. Being the middle of the week gave a higher chance of people being around who wanted some fun and less chance of your normal park visitor. But the risk of a general park visitor entering the toilets added to the excitement of being caught. I start to daydream about the possible scenarios I hoped would unfold during the next few hours and memories of past encounters create an inner smile. Like the time I was put into bondage at the picnic area, the encounter with the couple who were walking their dog and being caught by the police.
My day dreaming was interrupted by the sound of footsteps approaching. The gravel pathway to the toilets was advantageous in letting you know when somebody was approaching. Whoever it was entered the toilets, passed the door to my cubicle and entered the one on my left, their movement causing shadows which could be seen under the gap of the adjoining wall. The sound of the bolt locking the cubicle door seemed louder due to the stillness in the air. There seemed a pause which lasted for ever, but was probably only a few seconds. I waited for the tell-tale sound of a buckle being released and a zip fly being undone. No such sound came. Instead, the shadows under the gap became darker. A sure sign that whoever was in the cubicle was kneeling down to look under the gap.
Part of a face appears under the gap and a sound of ‘mmmmmm’ follows. A hand appears and reaches into my cubicle and starts to caress my nylon encased ankles. Then a few tugs of the padlocks on the buckles. “Oh wow!” a voice says. The hand disappears back under the wall and a sound of shuffling is followed by the sound of the adjoining cubicle door being unlocked. After what seemed like an eternity there is a knock on my cubicle door. A foot appears under the door, the nicely polished black brogues a sign that the wearer was someone with a touch of class. Clearly not your usual toilet block visitor.
Standing to unlock the door my heart begins to beat faster with the fear, anticipation and excitement. The door is pushed open by the visitor. With my six inch heels I stand at six feet two inches. The handsome man standing before me is slightly taller and must be at least six foot four. I guess he must have been in his early forties. His perfectly tailored suit confirmed my earlier assumption, a man with class. A crisp white shirt and purple silk tie finish off his look to perfection. He has a film star quality to his appearance and the only way to describe him is a modern day Cary Grant. An athletic build but not too muscular showed he probably worked out a bit in the gym. His dark piercing eyes look me up and down and a smile appears across his face. He mouths the words ‘oh…my…god’. His hand reaches out and taking the hint I lift my arm and he takes my hand. The softness of his skin telling me he really does look after himself. He pulls me toward him and places a hand round the back of my waist and his other on my arm. He lowers his head and places his lips against mine. The feeling makes me swoon, and he sensing this, pulls me in tighter. His tongue tries to part my lips and I offer no resistance. Our tongues play with each other, flicking seductively trying to invade each other’s mouth.
The excitement is building and I can feel his manhood starting to harden. Pressing against my body just below my waistline the feeling is wonderful. His reaction makes all my efforts seem worthwhile. His hand round my back starts to caress me and he lets out a moan of pleasure when he feels the laces of my corset. His hand moves down and starts caressing my bottom, the satin of the skirt rubbing the satin of my knickers feels wonderful. Now I’m getting really horny, but the tightness of my knickers is preventing any real development down below. His hardness seems complete and I’m sure he is longing for some release. Pushing him back slightly I proceed to undo his trousers letting them fall to the floor. His hardness pushes against his silky boxers and the tell-tale sign of pre-cum seeping through the dark material sends excitement running at a new high. Unable to control myself I pull his boxers down, his seven inch penis springs out, bobbing in front of my face. I let out a small moan of approval. My tongue starts to flick the helmet, my other hand caressing his testicles.
“Suck it, please” he says. My tongue continues to flick his helmet and lick his shaft. He moans out loud. His gentle but firm voice pleads, “Oh god, suck it please, now”. Unable to resist his plea I slide his helmet into my mouth, running my tongue round it at the same time. His hand rests on the back of my head and he tries to pull me onto his rampant hard-on. Resisting his silent command I slowly bob my head back and forth, allowing more length into my mouth with each movement forward. His moans of pleasure urge me on to take his full length. His helmet hits the back of my throat causing me to gag slightly. Unable to resist the need any longer I start to bob my head back and forth, my lips sliding up and down his shaft. He takes my head in both hands and prevents me from controlling any movement and takes contro. He is fucking my mouth, using me for his own pleasure. I’m now moaning myself as he takes total command of the situation. His penis starts to throb in my mouth, a sure sign he’s not far from climaxing. Suddenly, it happened. Although I was expecting him to cum, he came quicker than I anticipated. He shot load after load of warm salty cum into my mouth, continuing his thrusting movements as he did so, his loud moan of, “aaaaargh” confirming he was in ecstasy. It was a mission to try and keep it all in, swallowing hard as each spurt filled my mouth. He started to withdraw and I licked the last remaining dribble from his glistening helmet.
“Bloody hell!” he says, “that was fantastic.”
I looked up at him and smiled. “Glad to have been of service.” I took some toilet tissue and proceeded to wipe him dry. He pulled up his boxers and trousers and adjusted himself showing no outward sign of what had just taken place. He helped me up and gave me a kiss.
“Thank you, that was amazing.”
“Glad you enjoyed it, I certainly did.”
“I would love to see you again, perhaps somewhere more comfortable?”
“Oh yes please, that would be lovely.”
With that he gave me a business card. “Give me a call, anytime, and we’ll see what we can arrange. Perhaps go out for dinner too?”
“Thank you, that would be nice.” I gave him a peck on the cheek to show my appreciation.
He stroked my cheek with the back of his soft hand and smiled. “Goodbye, thank you.” He turned and headed for the door. “Don’t forget to call me.”
Once he had gone I began to digest what had just happened. Taken by a well-dressed man and invited out to dinner. What better compliment can a girl get? I took some tissue and wiped my mouth and re-applied my lipstick, sat on the toilet and tried to get my breath back. A warm glow flowed through me, pleased with myself in satisfying the stranger whose name I still didn’t know. I looked at his card, ‘Jon Preston – Business Consultant’, with just a telephone number and email address. Mmm, impressive I thought to myself and started to think about our possible dinner date. I was revelling in the fact he must think I’m convincing enough to take out to dinner when a sound interrupted my thoughts.
Footsteps on the gravel pathway. But it wasn’t just one person, there were at least two. In my state of revelling in my encounter with Jon I had left the cubicle door open. ‘Oh shit’ I thought to myself. I jumped to my feet to close the door quickly but was too late. Two people entered the toilets, saw me and smiled.
“Well, what do we have here?” This was the first man to enter the toilets. Casually dressed in jogging bottom, trainers and a loose fitting tee shirt I put him at about 35 years old. His short hair made him look like a military sort of person but there wasn’t anything to really suggest he was.
“Oh my!” This was the second person to enter. He was a lot older and easily in his fifties. He wore scruffy jeans and tee shirt and scuffed shoes that looked like they needed a good polish.
The two of them together looked like they were here for one thing only, to have some fun with each other. They looked at each other, smiled, then looked back at me.
“Think you are in the wrong toilets luv.” The first man said.
“No she isn’t, or should I say he?” The second man said.
A feeling of panic started to come over me. This has caught me out unawares. But I couldn’t do anything, I just froze. There was nowhere to go. It was too late to shut and bolt the door, I was at their mercy. The older man pushed past his friend and came up to me, grabbed my right wrist and placed my hand on his cock. It was hard as rock and his jeans prevented me from feeling the full width of it. He pulled me out of the cubicle into the main urinal area of the toilets.
“I think we are going to have more fun than we thought Bob.” He said to the younger man.
“Sure does Al.” Bob said.
With that, Al undid his zip and pulled out his cock. “Suck it bitch.” Not being in a position to argue I bent down and took his cock in my mouth. It wasn’t as big as Jon’s but still a nice size all the same. Whilst this was happening Bob had moved behind me and was now caressing my bum. This was all I needed to help me relax a little. The feeling was wonderful, satin sliding over satin. Bob’s hand held my hips and he started to rub himself against my bottom. He lifted my skirt and slid a hand inside my knickers. A finger started to probe my male pussy. All this did was to encourage me to suck Al’s cock even harder. My own hardness was now becoming uncomfortable inside my tight satin knickers.
“Seems she likes that” said Al.
“I reckon so and she’s not very tight. Bet she gets well shagged, dirty bitch.”
With that, Bob inserted another finger. Two became three and I started to moan.
“You dirty whore”, Bob said. “Time you took something bigger to fill that big hole of yours”
With that he slid my knickers down releasing my now rampant cock. He took out his cock and pushed it against my passage. My regular use of butt plugs and other toys, plus the occasional shag, have made me a bit looser than the normal anus. I’d had no time to lube up and Bob started to push himself into me. As big as I was, lube is still the best option. But Bob wasn’t concerned about my needs, all he wanted was self-satisfaction, whatever pain it meant I endured. Suddenly he gave an almighty push and he entered me in one movement. God, the pain. I wanted to yelp but Al’s cock, still filling my mouth, prevented me from doing so and made it sound like a moan.
“Fucking slut, go on Bob, give it to her good and proper.”
I’m not sure Bob needed any encouragement but he was getting it from Al. He pulled his cock back and gave another thrust, harder than the initial entry. He held my hips tight and started thrusting harder and harder. My initial pain had subsided and was now enjoying this unexpected invasion of my pussy. Both Bob and Al were thrusting into me in unison and I was well and truly being spit-roasted. My own rock hard cock was bouncing around freely and was so hard felt like it would explode. I so wanted to have some relief myself, but that wasn’t going to be an option with these two dirty bastards. I was well and truly their slut for the moment.
They both started to grunt, showing their enjoyment of the servicing they were giving me. Their pace started to quicken and Al, having been in me longer, shot his load into my mouth. He held my head and kept his cock in my mouth ensuring I swallowed every last drop. Bob, clearly aroused by this, quickened his pace. His balls were slapping against my arse and, just when I thought he couldn’t thrust any harder, pushed back into me so hard Al’s cock hit the back of my throat causing me to gag. Al laughed, revelling in my discomfort. Bob gave two more horrendous thrusts and shot his cum into me. His pace slowed but he still managed one last powerful thrust. He pulled out of me and came round the front, pushing Al out of the way as he did so.
“Clean it up you fucking whore”, he said as he pushed his cock into my mouth. I had no choice but to oblige, the mixture of his cum and my anal juices tasting neither pleasant nor unpleasant.
They put their cocks away and laughed.
“Well done Bob, what a way to use a dirty fucking toilet slut.”
“Let’s hope the whore is here again soon”, said Bob.
“I want to give it one next time you lucky bastard”.
“Maybe we should get a few of the others here too, use her as much as we want”.
“Bet she would love it”, said Al.
Never a truer word was spoken I thought to myself. They were talking over me, not too me. I was just there for their amusement. If only they knew how much I had actually enjoyed what they had just done to me. The thought of a gang bang has always excited me but never had the opportunity to have one. Perhaps something could be arranged with these two. But before I could raise the subject they just turned and left. Laughing and calling me dirty names as they did so.
I started to regain my composure, my mouth aching, my bum throbbing, pre-cum oozing from my rock hard cock. The last hour has been quite hectic and things don’t usually happen that way. Still, it’s time to get cleaned up, re-do my make-up and see what else transpires here today, although part of me thought perhaps I should leave the toilets and go for a walk in the park. It is a nice sunny day after all.