We had been travelling for hours and I was bursting for a pee. We knew there was a roadside loo coming up, so my husband pulled in to the lay-by and I jumped from the car, not waiting for him. I ran to the ladies. The door was locked and there was a notice telling me it was out of order. Oh fuck! I was absolutely busting, my thighs now squeezed so tightly together that I could hardly walk. I was on the verge of wetting myself.
"What's wrong?" asked my husband, looking puzzled.
"The ladies toilets are out of order and locked," I answered.
"The gent's looks OK," he said, and, taking my hand, he led me into the filthiest smelliest place I had ever experienced. But my need was far greater than my disgust.
He pushed open the door to a cubicle and we went in. It stank to high heaven but I slipped my jeans down and squatted over the pan. It was far to dirty to sit on and I couldn't imagine what lurked in that grime. My pee squirted with a hiss as I let it go; you know how it feels when you have needed to go for ages and then at last your pee floods out so strong and full flowing. I felt a wave of relief flow all the way through me as it splashed into the bowl, making a lot of noise. At that moment I looked up at Andy standing there guarding the door - no lock of course. He had a smile on his face .... that smile I always have to be wary of as it's the warning of something outrageous to come.
He looked down at the wall. My eyes followed his, and then I realised there were large holes in both walls. In each of the walls the holes were filled by strangers' eyes. In fact the holes were almost big enough for faces to be seen. Both sets of eyes were feasting on my naked legs and my smooth pussy. Andy hates hair on my body (except my head of course!). All other hair is removed religiously; never even a hint of pubic hair. He loves giving me oral sex and I love it, so keeping my pussy smooth is a good investment isn't it?
He had his cock out and offered it to me. I was now sitting on this filthy old toilet as it was becoming a necessity as I couldn't squat long enough to suck him off and that was his intention. Perhaps I should tell you at this point I'm very submissive and he always takes advantage of it. I just do whatever he wants me to, he never threatens or hits me; he doesn't even raise his voice to me. It's not so much him being my master as me being his willing slave. If I told him I didn't want to do something, I'm sure he would just shrug his shoulders and forget it, but I have never ever said 'No' to him in my life. Well, not since we met anyway.
I opened my mouth to take his big hard cock. He loves oral as much as I do; in fact we often get into a 69 and suck each other off for hours. I make him cum several times and he gets me into a state where I can't stop coming.
This, however, was different. We had been seen several times in the past. In fact I know he deliberately sets me up to get watched when we do it outside, sex alfresco as he calls it. He pushed his hips forward as my ass touched the cold dirty toilet pan. There was no seat at all, just the cold filthy porcelain. I moved away from the pan but the only effect was that he rammed his cock further down my throat.
The men either side were now calling encouragement to him telling him to ram it right down my throat.
"Give it all to her! Make her choke on it," one cried out.
Why do men want to hurt girls who are being rather nice to them? I just don't know, but it's always the same whenever he fucks me in front of other people. They want him to split me in two just to prove he has a huge cock I suppose, but it didn't matter as his cock was already well down my throat. I gagged a little as it passed my tonsils: I can, and often do deep throat him. It seemed as if tonight was going to be one of those special times when I took every last millimetre of his big hard cock.
My legs were wide open as he was standing between them. I felt a hand on my leg. It wasn't Andy's as both of his were wrapped around my head, pulling me ever tighter into his crotch, so I surmised that it must be one of the men in the cubicles either side of us. Then a second hand touched my other leg, and it began to progress up towards my wet pussy; not quickly, just slowly getting nearer and nearer to its goal. First one hand then the other reached my cunt, trying to get inside. I am tight, deliberately doing exercises every day to keep my pussy as sweet and toned as possible. It's the least a girl can do for her man isn't it?
I opened my legs wider to give them a chance to enter me. One managed to get a finger inside. It was rough and probably as dirty as the rest of this disgusting place. Perhaps it was the angle he was coming from or just his clumsy way, but it felt so strange. It made me want to cum instantly. He was pressing on the front wall of my pussy as if he was trying to find that elusive G spot. It felt as if he had found it, for the feelings he was generating were out of this world. He made me want to cum so badly that I moved my bum nearer the front of the pan giving him more room to get to me. Oh fuck! I shouldn't have done that for he pressed a little harder, going in just an inch or so more and I came like a train, groaning aloud despite my mouth being full with my husband's big cock. Andy knew I was coming and it made him so excited he shot my mouth full of his hot stuff.
