On the hunt
Sitting at the bar counter, Marina watched what was happening in the hall. Or rather, the men present there. She sipped her cocktail, getting a little drunk, and thought about who she would fuck today, after all, that's why she had been coming here for a long time. Marina was 26 and knew that her sexy body would not go unnoticed. She was drawn to this bar by a constant desire for sex. After graduating from university, she hadn't noticed such a thing about herself before. A couple of fleeting flings with classmates, that was all she could boast of during her years of study. But in the last six months, something strange had been happening to her; she relieved her constant arousal by searching for new men,
or when she couldn't find anyone, she relieved the tension by masturbating with whatever was at hand, from numerous dildos to bananas and cucumbers. Her friend taught her this during one boring evening at her home. Back then, they spent the whole night licking and tormenting each other's pussies.She started coming to this bar a few months ago, and never once had she left without getting what she wanted. She would pick up guys or let herself be picked up and gave herself to them with pleasure at their apartments, or if she couldn't bear to wait, in the car on the back seat, sometimes even in the nearest alleyways, they would lift her skirt and fuck her, pressing her against some wall. And now she was again choosing the next candidate who would have her today. She was dressed appropriately: a short plaid skirt, with any careless movement, would reveal her ass; her breasts were covered by a white tank top tied in a knot at the front. All this left no doubt about her intentions, and the men in the hall had already had time to appreciate it. But Marina was in no hurry; with her looks, she could choose. And that one over there at the far table seemed suitable—she thought, appraisingly watching the tall man who was drinking something alone.
So now the main thing is to get his attention, and she certainly had enough skill for that. Hold his gaze a little longer, and when he finally looks at her, quickly look away. And so several times, then give a light smile, and if he's not impotent, he'll start acting on his own. Of course, turn around erotically a few times, casually display those body parts that the opposite sex likes so much, and the deal will be sealed. What followed completely matched her plan; she quickly established eye contact with him, he smirked in response to her promising smile. That's it, now he's mine, but first I need to tease him a little—Marina thought and, taking her purse from the counter, headed towards the toilet door, swaying her hips.
Marina didn't remember how long she spent in the toilet; after coming twice, she realized she needed to go back before he left. She didn't put her panties back on but put them in her purse and went back out into the bar. She decided to walk past the stranger to her seat, thinking to add the final touch to the seduction. As she passed his table, she accidentally dropped something on the floor and hurriedly bent down to pick it up. The man was supposed to see her completely uncovered ass sticking out from under her lifted skirt.
"Excuse me, did you drop this?" said Marina, handing him her crumpled silk panties. Silently, he accepted her find, and she headed to her seat, triumphing inside.
Sitting back down at the counter, she allowed herself a few minutes not to look in his direction and continued drinking her cocktail. When she finally turned to see what her chosen one was doing, Marina was pleased to see that he was demonstratively burying his face in her panties, sniffing the fabric that had covered her intimate places just an hour ago. At this sight, Marina got wet; she felt droplets trickling down her thigh and falling onto the chair. She cursed to herself, that's all she needed, for half the bar to see she had creamed herself; she needed to get herself in order and quickly leave with this handsome guy—she thought and went again, squeezing her legs, to the toilet. Entering the same stall where she had satisfied herself half an hour ago, Marina sat on the lowered toilet lid, took a tissue from her purse, and began wiping the discharge from her legs. At that moment, footsteps were heard in the restroom, not the light click of women's heels, but the heavy tread of someone who weighed at least 80 kilograms.
Before she could be surprised by the size of the person who entered, she saw the door swing open and that stranger standing on the threshold. Wow, what a guy—she thought—managed to understand when she needed him, and immediately felt him lift her with a jerk and passionately plunge into her mouth. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she returned the kiss—understanding that today she would be satisfied. Grabbing her by the ass, the stranger pressed her tightly against himself, their tongues intertwined in her mouth, and she enjoyed his taste. Sliding his hand along her thigh, he reached her crotch and began to finger Marina.
"And you're already wet," he said with surprise, pulling back slightly. Marina just smiled cheekily in response and, sitting on the lid, began to undo his belt.
Pulling down his pants, she joyfully noted the combat readiness of her partner and took his cock in her hand, slowly stroking it.
Pulling away
from his cock, she said in a languid whisper:
"Put it in me, fuck me good and proper."
The man, who had long wanted to check out her pussy himself, didn't keep her waiting. Lifting her, they switched places, and now he was sitting on the toilet lid with his cock sticking out. Taking his cock in her hand, Marina slowly impaled herself on it, letting out a soft cry from the warmth that enveloped her lower abdomen. She began to move on him, gradually speeding up her movements; he, holding her by the ass, watched as she rode him. Marina threw her head back and moved her pussy, taking his cock inside her, and when he switched to an active role and started pounding her from below, she couldn't hold back and let out a couple of loud cries. He was now fully entering her squelching pussy, and Marina responded to every movement with a moan or a cry.
"Yes, like that, more, more, I want you, I'm yours today," she whispered to him in ecstasy. Then he took a break, and she again began to rock on him in the cowgirl position. After about five minutes of such riding, Marina wanted more, and leaning towards his ear, she said:
"I want you to take me from behind, fuck my ass!"
Another change of positions; now she was standing doggy style, leaning on the toilet, and invitingly wiggling her buttocks, while he appraisingly looked at her rear. Slapping her appetizing ass with his palm, he first spat into her hole and then inserted his thumb into her anus. Marina moaned with satisfaction.
At that moment, they heard the sound of a door opening, footsteps, and someone locking themselves in the neighboring stall. The stranger who had bent her over doggy style didn't lose his composure and, fishing her crumpled panties out of his pants pocket, stuffed them into Marina's mouth as a gag. She breathed heavily into the fabric and wiggled her ass even more; the thought that someone nearby behind the wall could hear them was driving her crazy. Marina felt her entire crotch filling with her cum, and he continued to work her hole, inserting two fingers now. The sound of flowing liquid was heard; the girl in the next stall was peeing. For some reason, this turned Marina on even more, and demandingly slapping her own ass, she showed that she was ready. Holding her by the hair with one hand, he guided his cock into her ass with the other.
Inserting only the head of his penis first, he pulled back, watching the expanded ring. Repeating the movement, he gradually widened his path and inserted deeper. Marina was ready to scream from the hard cock stretching her ass. Good thing the panties muffled the sounds. It became audible that someone in the next stall had become alert, apparently suspecting what was happening, but Marina herself began to impale her ass on the cock and managed to get it halfway into her anus. Next door, someone quickly gathered their things, and hurriedly retreating footsteps were heard, along with the muttered, "They've completely lost it, fucking in the toilets already." And when the door closed, Marina took the panties, now wet with her saliva, out of her mouth and burst into a loud moan of satisfaction. It hurt; it felt like her ass was being torn apart by a jackhammer, but each movement also made her feel unreal pleasure. His cock was now fully immersed in her; the sounds of bodies colliding were audible. The stranger strained as he moved his hips; each thrust came with difficulty; the tight anus completely enveloped his cock, and he pushed forward with effort. Feeling the head tense up inside her ass, Marina realized he was about to cum right in her rear.
"No, not there, I want your cum on my face," she said pleadingly under the onslaught of strong thrusts. And waiting for him to pull his cock out of her, she turned around and knelt before him. Her ass burned from the crazy fucking; only now did she realize what was happening: a toilet, she had been fucked in every hole, taken for a cheap slut. But the hard-on sticking out in front of her lips made her forget about that. Screw it, the main thing now is to make him cum—and she ran her tongue over the head, then swallowed it whole. It was strange to feel this piece of flesh in her mouth, which had been in her chocolate starfish just five minutes ago, but she diligently sucked, anticipating his orgasm. After running her lips along his shaft about a dozen times, Marina was pushed away, and already knowing what to do, she threw her head back, awaiting her reward. There was a lot of cum; the white liquid thickly covered her face. Relaxing, Marina felt the warmth of the drops on her. When he had splashed all the accumulated sperm onto her, Marina began to collect the still-warm liquid from her face with her finger and then lick her lips while looking the stranger in the eyes.
"Thank you, I haven't been fucked like that in a long time."