Chapter 10
CHAPTER TEN
I love having dirty sex in public, just out of view of passersby. My favourite location is the public toilets of one of the major bus stations. I have the bus station itinerary mapped out by heart, and know the perfect time to get into a cubicle between the influx of traffic. I’ll manage that.
I want to watch you use the toilet, and play with yourself while you do it. After which I want a dirty sex session, amidst the people in cubicles all around us. You will need to be very quiet, but don’t let that spoil the filthy play.
I’m sure you’ll be able to accommodate.
Make sure you are seated when I arrive, and drink plenty before you get there. I want to see a decent flow of piss from your pussy.
Oral and vaginal, please. And dirty fingers.
Proposal duration: 90 minutes.
Proposal fee: ￡900
Not so long ago I would have scrolled past such a low value proposal, preferring to make a few thousand per gig. But I felt the need to take it. Josh says it’s validity I’m looking for after everything that’s happened, and maybe it is. But I do love the forbidden anyway.
There’s something about sneaking around, playing dirty games out of sight while people mill all around me that drives me crazy. It gives me one hell of a thrill. And I’m all up for a thrill right now.
User 6309 was an easy click on the accept button, and I’m buzzing as a cab drops me at the bustling bus station.
Being amongst this number of people isn’t something I would ever have imagined a few months ago.
I couldn’t imagine being out in public ever again.
Not in a million years, yet here I am. I’m doing it. Sprinting proud, as Josh would say.
I don’t want to lose the momentum.
My nerves are on high alert as I pass a stream of arrivals heading through the building.
Seems like they’re from a bus journey down from Birmingham, but nobody so much as gives me a second glance.
I guess they’re far too busy with their own lives to be keeping an eye out for a sight of old news in Connor’s car crash celebrity life.
Great news for me. I only hope he keeps on going with his chain of fuckups. Please, God, I hope he does.
I wait until everyone has left the services corridor before seeking out the toilet block entrance and clicking arrived on the Agency app. I’m already stepping into the block when the message comes through.
The third cubicle from the end on the right hand side. Leave the door unlocked.
Time to get in position.
It’s a big block of toilets, probably twenty cubicles total.
There’s only one woman in here at the moment, washing her hands at the sink as I walk in and scope out the cubicle User 6309 is referring to.
Like all the others, it’s empty, so I step inside and push the door closed, thankful that it’s relatively clean before I drop my handbag at the side of the toilet.
I take my coat off and roll it up and place it on top of my handbag, out of the way as best I can.
The cubicle is plenty compact for a public toilet and very caged in.
The walls are thin, and there’s a gap under the door. At least six inches.
Passersby will be in such close proximity to our filthy games, there is no doubt it will be exhilarating.
I hear the hand dryer blowing, then when it stops, the woman’s heels on the tile floor as she leaves, followed by the main door closing with a thump.
Even though Victoria coach station is well managed, it’s still a public toilet.
It’s a bit grubby, as to be expected, but nothing compared to some of the stinking shitholes I’ve been in.
The sanitary bin is not overflowing, and there’s plenty of toilet roll on the holder.
There is no graffiti on the back of the door, and the promotional poster is relevant and in date.
It’s hardly the Ritz, but this will be a hot little sex den for some naughty playtime.
I can feel the buzz rising now I’m in place and out of view. The tingles are growing along with the cloud of butterflies. I’m ready for action – and bursting for a piss.
I’m wearing a short, flared skirt for easy access, and a stripy black and white crop top that shows off my stomach.
I’ve gone for pixie boots again, because they are cute and easy, but I haven’t bothered with stockings this evening.
I’m just a goth girl using a public toilet. No big deal to any outsiders.
I pull down my lacy black panties and take a seat, daring to tease my clit before my client arrives.
My bladder is full to bursting. I glugged yet another pint of water before I left for this place and I can feel it now, ready to blow. I’m going to be peeing like a fucking racehorse as soon as my client arrives and gives me the nod.
My slit is slick, and my clit is tender, just right for playtime. I’m breathing hard, desperate with the need to both piss and come when I hear something… footsteps?
I hold my breath and listen hard, my heart racing. But there’s only silence. I think I must have been hearing things and my fingers return to my clit when the door bursts open and a man in a long, black coat steps inside.
Fuck, how I jump.
I stare up at him as he locks the cubicle door and turns to face me.
He has glasses on, and jeans under his coat, and is nothing of note.
Just a regular guy with some stubble who nods in approval when he sees me.
He takes off his coat, stuffing it down at the other side of the toilet to mine, by the sanitary bin.
His close proximity gives me goosebumps.
Damn, it really is cramped in here now there are two of us, but that only adds to the thrill.
I lean back against the toilet cistern and spread my thighs so he can get a clear view of my pussy as he stares down.
But that’s not enough for him. He drops to his knees and takes hold of my knees, spreading them even wider.
My panties are stretched around my ankles, so the feeling of filthiness notches up a level. I’m frog legged as he stares at me.
I’m well and truly ready to take a piss, but he holds up a finger and shakes his head.
What?
I’m splayed and ready to burst with a stream of piss, already close to the edge of no return, but I heed his command. He’s the one in charge here.
My full bladder only adds to the throb in my pussy.
The seconds feel like hours as I clench to control myself.
He silently raises my crop top to reveal my heaving tits in my black lace bra.
I tilt my head as he plays with my nipples through the fabric, because it sparks my clit even more.
Teasing bastard. Fuck it, it’s a strain to keep my control, and I suspect he knows it.
He’s no stranger to this game.
I almost jump out of my skin when a trample of feet head into the toilet block.
Within seconds, the place is full of chatter and footsteps and cubicle doors being closed and locked around me.
One woman is so close in the cubicle next door, that I can hear her piss and clear her throat, rummaging around in her handbag.
If only she knew what was happening in here. Jesus Christ.
I’m busy listening to her when my client finally gives me the nod. It takes me by surprise as he grips my knees and stares at my pussy, ready for action, and even though I’m ready to burst, it takes some time for my body to deliver.
That’s the thing about the forbidden. It goes so beautifully against the grain.
I only manage to squirt a tiny jet of piss before the flow starts up, and I have to push down to get myself in gear, but once it flows, it fucking flows. It’s loud as it splashes into the water in the toilet bowl, and I remember User 6309’s proposal as he swallows, admiring the show.
He wants me to play with myself while I do it.
He wants me to strum my clit as I piss for him.
So, I do it. I breathe deep and fight the urge to moan as I slip my fingers down and work my throbbing clit as my piss flows. I splay myself so he can see the pure jet of piss around my fingers as I do it, splashing my hot lemonade all around the toilet bowl as I take my thrill.
The clatter of people around us makes it so intense that my horny Holly side has to smile at the stranger while his eyes fix on my gushing cunt. I love it this way.
I strain as I get to the end of the flow, wanting to show him every last dribble, and I keep on circling my clit.
I keep playing with myself as one of his hands drops out of view.
I only hope he’s getting his cock out, because I need it.
I want him to fuck me like a beast as the world carries on oblivious around us.
The kind sir takes my panties off over my boots for me and drops them on top of his coat to free my legs. Then he gives a signal, pointing up at the ceiling.
Up, he gestures, and I do as I’m told, getting up from the toilet bowl without wiping. He shuffles into position in front of me, and I hand my pleasure over to his waiting mouth, his tongue a treasure on my sopping wet slit as he cleans me up.
It’s so cramped in here that I brace myself on the walls of the cubicle. I get a shiver of excitement as another woman takes a piss in a stall near to us while my client eats out my dripping pussy, with his hands grabbing my ass cheeks for leverage.
It’s absolutely fucking amazing.
I want to moan out loud when he pushes three fingers inside me, but I bite my tongue. I have to. Even though the taps are rushing at the sinks, and the hand dryers are busy at the far end of the block, the walls are way too thin.
It’s obvious my client is experienced at this kind of game as he tips his head and flicks my clit with the pointed tip of his tongue. His fingers curl inside me, and part of me wishes I’d have held off from pissing, because the pressure would have been so fucking insane, it would be off the scale.
Maybe next time.
I hope there’s a next time.
The guy is a pro. Definitely. I come against a stranger’s face in a public toilet with a smile on my face, gasping silently as I brace myself against the waves of orgasm. Holy fuck. It’s a challenge. A beautiful one.
User 6309 doesn’t kiss me when he gets to his feet in the aftermath, just takes hold of my shoulders and spins me around, laying a heavy hand on my back to push me over the toilet bowl. It’s clear this is where he wants me.
I have to grip the toilet seat to take position, and I can smell my piss in the bowl, making it all the filthier when he jams his raging dick in my pussy from behind.
Fuck. Yes.
I buck against him like a horny bitch, true to my nature as he slams inside me. And then we’re away. People come and go in the stalls around us, and the slap of flesh is dangerously loud as his balls bash against me, but we’re lost to it.
The toilet seat rattles, unsteady, and the tension is off the charts as he speeds up. My tits are bouncing, and the moans are choking at the back of my throat, and there is no doubt about it. We could so easily be heard now. So easily.
Oh, the shivers.
I keep myself silent, but both of our breaths are crazy heavy.
One wrong move and we’d draw attention. The thrill is mixed with terror, addictive.
My body is flooded with adrenaline along with my own spiking need for release when a fresh pair of feet enter the cubicle to my right.
I hear the occupant tugging her tights down and shuffling her feet before she takes a seat.
The scent of my own piss still strong in my nose from the toilet bowl.
I’m expecting my client to come pretty sharp since he’s thrusting so fast, but instead he slows down. His hips slide back and forth in long, slow sweeps, and I could curse since I was so ready for it. My pussy is tense with the need to come along with him.
Another bastard tease.
What a fantastic playmate.
The flow of bathroom traffic eases off, but he places a hand on my back to keep me in position, his hips moving so slowly, it’s almost torture.
My arms are aching from being braced so hard, and it feels precarious. I want to shift my weight on the toilet seat, but I’m too scared it will clank and clatter. So, I stay in position, like I’m instructed.
Still, his hips sweep slow, and I have no way of communicating. I’m too hemmed in to even turn my head towards him.
When the next wave of traffic comes in, I get it. The adrenaline floods fresh as new feet trample through, and cubicle doors slam and locks sound out all around us. People’s chatter echoes around the room as the stranger inside me speeds his thrusts back up.
This time I take a chance, counting on the busyness of the activity around us, and I slam back to meet his thrusts without care for the sound of flesh on flesh anymore. I need it. I’m too horny to stop.
The hand dryers are blowing and the taps are flowing, people tramping all around when User 6309 comes inside me.
Three big thrusts and he keeps his cock buried deep, his fingers gripping my ass cheeks as he unloads.
And then he’s a gentleman. He reaches around and strums my clit until I’m a shuddering mess, cresting my own waves of pleasure with his cum deep inside me.
It sure feels good being Holly the whore tonight.
I’m still braced on the toilet seat when I hear my client zipping up his pants. I stay in position as he reaches for his coat, since the cubicle is too crowded for us to move around freely. And then he stays there. I feel his presence at the door.
I’m recovering from my orgasm, still breathing heavy over the toilet bowl when the footfall eases off outside. I hear the main entrance door thump closed, and then nothing. Bathroom empty.
The silence is a crazy contrast, but still, I don’t make a sound.
I wait until my client leaves the cubicle before I get back to my feet, arms aching. I lock the cubicle door and sit down on the toilet bowl, wiping myself clean of his dripping cum.
There is no sign of my panties as I look around. They were on top of his rolled up coat last time I saw them, so I guess he’s kept them as a memento. He’s welcome to them.
D&S I message Josh, then sit back, a proud smile on my face.
He soon pings back… Enjoy the thrill, baby?
I’m grinning as I type my reply.
Enjoy doesn’t cut it. It was AMAZING. But I forgot one thing. I press send and leave him hanging.
The ping comes quick. What did you forget?
My clit’s actually buzzing again as I type my reply…
I forgot just how damn horny public sex makes me. I want you naked when I get home. I’m gonna fuck your brains out.