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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