[FM] Young Indian Woman Cheats on her Boyfriend in Public Restroom

Jasmin was wearing fishnet tights, with no underwear. It was a simple fact that defined her entire morning. She was sitting in the living room of her student flat, with her boyfriend right next to her. His name didn’t matter, because the fishnets weren’t for him. Neither were they for her friend, who had come to visit that morning before she went to class, although she certainly didn’t mind giving him an idle flash or two during the course of the conversation. His eyes were quick, but she saw them dart to where her shaved brown pussy would be, perhaps wondering whether he’d really seen it. But it wasn’t for him, either.

The truth was – boyfriend, friend and otherwise – none of these things could satisfy her. Besides the tights, she wore a skirt that was far too short and a tight black top. She knew the men in her life secretly thought she looked like a whore, but they were too polite to say anything and she loved it. She could go out and have the whole world look at her, flashing herself when she bent over in the supermarket or ‘accidentally’ dropping a pen at university, and knowing how they desired her sweet, fat pussy; all the while, the men in her life – those who wished they could fuck her – never had a chance.

She cuddled with her boyfriend, mostly ignoring him – glued to her phone while he stroked her hair and held her close. He gave and she took. Time to go to class, she said quick goodbyes and headed for the door. He knew she was seeing a friend tonight – she said she’d be home at about 1 am. Either he genuinely believed her, or he didn’t care at this point.

Class passed slowly, as all the while she eyed the clock. It didn’t matter what she was meant to be learning; all that mattered was the minutes passing along toward 5pm.

She has arranged to meet Nick at a coffee shop, and he was standing outside like usual. She came up and hugged him hello. He held her close, and as his hand took hers she knew what he wanted.

He couldn’t even wait and, without a word, he led her into the coffee shop. It was busy, and the bathrooms were around a corner – the gender-neutral private cubicle kinds – and no one noticed them as they found an empty stall.

She’d met him online – he was shorter than her boyfriend, and older even. Not much to look at, but that didn’t matter when he was practically shoving her into the bathroom cubicle. She tried to kiss him, but he was already turning her around, her coat now lost who-knows-where.

Nick grabbed one of her tiny breasts with one hand while he lifted her skirt up with the other, and then the fishnets came down and he was inside of her. Her pussy was already throbbing wet and his cock pulsed within her as she gasped. He pushed her face into the cold tiles of the bathroom wall as he began to thrust harder, while another hand seemed to be trying to get under her top. She had deliberately not worn a bra, and his thumb circled her small nipples as he fucked her like the whore she was.

Her pussy dripped. Onto his cock, down her legs, onto the floor – it didn’t matter. She was a thin, weak girl and she relished the thought that – at this moment – she couldn’t get away even if she wanted to. Whatever anyone felt for her – her boyfriend, her friends, her family – she was no better than an object now, reduced to an available pussy for strangers to fuck.

Of course, she couldn’t help but let out moans, and she loved that they seemed to encourage him to fuck her harder. She felt his cock throb harder, his thrusts get faster, and soon he pushed her into the wall harder than ever as he came inside her.

Then, the quiet. They stood there for a few seconds, his cock still inside as they caught there breath. Then he pulled out, and cum started to drip out of her. Perfect.

He was massaging her pussy now, and she knew to keep facing forward – he obviously was not done with her and the evening was long.

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