Most of these stories are standalone, so you don't have to read them all. This one, however, calls back to Pt 16.
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Dave had asked me out to watch the football again, and for some reason I agreed to go. He was talking to his friends and watching the game, so I was people watching around the bar.
Then I saw him. The old guy from last time. He came in with some other old guys, and luckily hadn't seen me. Yet.
I texted Dan.
"You up?"
He took a minute or so to respond.
"Sure, what's up?"
"I'm at the bar again with Dave. He's watching the football, but the old guy from last time just came in"
"Do you want to play?"
Now this was an interesting question. Did I? Maybe I could try and take back some of the control I felt I'd lost last time.
"Maybe. What do you have in mind?"
"Invite him to the men's room again"
"I could do that. Let me try"
I stared at the old guy until he started looking around, and I caught his eye. I saw recognition cross his face, then he grinned at me. I looked over to the corridor to the bathrooms, and sort of nodded my head that way. He nodded back at me, and seemed to be waiting to see what I did next.
I told Dave I was going to talk to somebody "over there", got up and walked towards the bathrooms, and the old guy got up and met me by the men's room door.
"Go and see if the coast is clear," I said to him, and he opened the door and looked in. He turned and nodded, then headed in, holding the door for me. I followed him in, and we went to the disabled stall again, locking us in.
"On a dare again?" he asked.
"Something like that," I said. "You know the drill."
I took a picture of us both, and texted it to Dan.
"Take off your shirt"
Here we go. I pulled off my shirt, and hung it up. I handed him the phone to take a picture of me in my bra, and sent that to Dan.
"Have him take off bra"
I showed him the message, and turned around so he could unhook my bra. I held it up with my arm across my chest as I slipped the straps off my arms, and he took a picture from behind. I sent this to Dan, but it was no use, I was going to end up naked here. Again. I took my bra off my tits, and hung it up with my shirt.
He took a picture from the front, and I sent that to Dan also.
Somebody came into the men's room, and shortly afterwards knocked on the door of our stall. I looked at the old guy, panicking. I reached out for my clothes, and the guy outside said "I know you're in there, Bob."
The old guy, who I was now assuming was Bob, stopped me grabbing my clothes, and opened the door. To his friend. This wasn't going how I'd planned. His friend stepped in, and Bob locked the door behind him.
"Is this the one you told me about?" the new guy asked Bob.
How many girls was he meeting in toilets?
"Yes," said Bob. "Now let's see what she's going to get told to do next."
I had my arm covering my tits, and looked at my phone. There was a message from Dan from before this new guy had showed up.
"Pic of him holding tits"
I stopped them from seeing the message, and texted him back.
"His friend's joined us"
"Are you OK with this?"
"So far, so good"
"Pic of you all"
Of course I was going to have to show him my tits, wasn't I? I showed them the message, then let go of my tits. We stood together, one of them on either side of me, and I took a picture of the three of us. Me topless. I sent it to Dan. We waited for a response, to see what I was going to do next.
"New guy holding tits"
I showed them the message, and gave my phone to Bob. The new guy stood behind me, and reached around to cup my tits, lifting them for the camera on the phone. Bob took a picture. I sent it to Dan.
"Old guy holding tits"
I showed them and they swapped positions, and the new guy took a picture of Bob squeezing my tits together. I sent that to Dan too.
"Undress old guy"
Interesting. I showed them the message. Bob didn't seem bothered, so I unbuttoned his shirt and took it off him. I left his vest for now, and unzipped his pants, pulling them down. He stepped out of them, and I put his clothes in a pile in the corner, away from mine. I went to take off his vest, and he said "isn't that enough?" I took a picture and sent it to Dan.
"All the way if they want this to go further"
Maybe I was going to get to take some power back after all, I reckoned. I showed Bob the message, and he sighed and took his vest off. I pulled his underpants down, and dropped them on the pile. He was in just his shoes and socks. I got the new guy to take a picture of us together, me in my yoga pants, him with his old man cock hanging out. I sent this to Dan.
"Undress new guy"
I showed the new guy the message, then helped him take his shirt off and dropped it on Bob's pile. He wasn't wearing a vest. I undid his pants and pulled them down, then went to pull down his underwear. He balked, and pointed out that I was still wearing my yoga pants.
"Hey, I don't make the rules," I said. "Do you want to play this his way or stop playing?"
"Ask him," he said.
I texted Dan.
"He wants me out of my yoga pants"
"Not yet"
I showed the new guy the message. He let me pull his underpants down, and stepped out of them and his pants. I had Bob take a picture of me, topless, and the new guy in just his shoes and socks. I sent it to Dan.
"Take off your pants"
I showed them, then went to take them down and they wanted to help.
"No," I said, "I do it or we stop."
They left me to it. I pulled them down, and bent at the waist to take them off, taking my sneakers and socks off to get them off my legs, and hung them up with my other clothes. We stood together, and I took a selfie of the three of us, and sent it to Dan.
"Both of them sucking nipples"
I showed them, and they grabbed a tit each and sucked the nipple. I took a picture from above them, got them off me, and sent it to Dan.
"Have new guy take off your panties"
I was nervous, but I went ahead and showed them. The new guy came right up to me and ran his hands over my hips. He hooked the waistband, and pulled my thong down. I took a picture of him as he did it, with my thong by my knees. He then let me step out of my thong. I took it from him and hung it with my clothes, then sent the picture to Dan.
"You've shaved," said Bob, stating the obvious. It was a tiny thong so as to not have a visible panty line in my yoga pants, and I had to shave to wear it.
Dan texted back.
"From the front"
I handed Bob the phone, and he took a picture. I sent it to Dan, dreading what was to come next, but also excited to see what it was.
Somebody else came into the men's room. I put my finger to my lips to tell them to be quiet, and stood there as they played with my tits. The guy took the stall next to us! The football game was being piped in over the speakers, but we were going to have to be quiet.
My phone beeped, and we looked at the message.
"Bend over, pic from behind"
I showed them the message, then handed Bob the phone and bent over the toilet. He took a picture of me from behind. I sent it to Dan.
"Same, legs spread"
Bob and the new guy were getting quite the view back there, I'm sure. Bob took the picture, and I sent to Dan.
"Pic sucking new guy"
I handed the new guy the phone, then knelt down in front of him and put his cock in my mouth. I looked up at him, and he took a picure of me with my mouth stretched around his cock.
"Pic sucking old guy"
I handed Bob my phone, knelt down and put his cock in my mouth. I looked up at him, and he took a picture. I got up and sent it to Dan.
We stood there, quietly, waiting to hear what I was to do next.
"Pic sucking both"
I showed them the message, then gave Bob the camera and knelt down. I put the tip of his cock in my mouth, then pulled the new guy over and put the tip of his cock in too. I couldn't get much more in if I tried, so I looked up at Bob and he took the picture. I let them go, stood up and took my phone back. The picture looked obscene, and turned me on immensely. I sent it to Dan.
"Suck off new guy, don't swallow"
Damnit. OK, I didn't want to kneel on the floor for that long, so I took some toilet paper and wiped the toilet seat, then dropped it in, and sat down. I gave Bob the phone, and left him to take pictures and watch for messages.
I reached for the new guy's cock, and pulled him closer to me so I could suck it into my mouth. I went down on him, trying to get him off as quickly as possible. I stroked his balls, and I could see Bob taking pictures while slowly jacking himself off next to me. After a couple of minutes, he came in my mouth, groaning as he did so. I just hope the guy in the stall next door wasn't going to get the wrong, well, the right, idea.
I took the new guy's cock out of my mouth, and held it next to my face, with my mouth open so you could see his cum. Bob took a picture, and I took the phone back and sent it to Dan. I just hoped he'd reply quickly, as I didn't want to keep this in my mouth longer than I had to.
"Does he want you to spit or swallow?"
