Trying to rush in the shower, thoughts were swirling in his head. He could tell she was upset, hopefully that wouldn’t last long. She had been so happy when he walked through the door. She was right there, waiting. So quick to come to him, wrapping her arms around him, kissing him deeply before he could even get the door shut. It had been a rough couple months apart this time around and it was obvious the two had missed each other. Breaking the kiss, she reached around behind him, shutting the door and taking him by the hand. She was pulling him towards the bedroom when he stopped her, speaking for the first time. “You’ve waited this long, a few more hours won’t kill you, besides, we’re running late. We’re meeting some friends for dinner and then drinks.” Closing the distance between the two of them, she let go of his hand and grabbed him by the belt loops, the tips of her fingers sliding under the waist of his jeans. “Awww… I think they’ll understand if we’re a bit late for dinner, it’s been far too long.” The look in her eyes, he knew her desire went beyond just a want for him. He also knew that if he let her open that door, they’d never made dinner and he had big plans for the night. Leaning down, he kissed her on the tip of her nose. “I promise, I’ll make it up to you tonight, we don’t’ have time right now”
He was standing under the water, daydreaming about the events to come. The images in his mind which had kept him aroused for the better part of the day had once again started having an effect. “Hey now, hurry up in there. If I can’t play with it, you can’t either!” Her voice brought him back to the shower. “Just keeping it warm for you, kiddo. And making sure it’s nice and clean” he joked. Even though he couldn’t see her, he knew she was blushing.He loved the way her cheeks flushed when he called her that. He finished rinsing off and turned the shower off, he was ready for the night to progress.
Standing in front of the mirror, he looked at the reflection of the bathroom behind him. Just able to see his preparations for tonight’s main event in the corner, he breathed deeply. Anxious for the evening to progress, he felt his phone buzz in his pocket. Checking the message, he smiled. It was time to get started.
Looking one last time to make sure everything he would need at first was in place, he made his way to the door. His timing had been perfect. She was heading into the bathroom across the hall and nobody else was in the hallway. “Innocent little girls like you shouldn’t wander around places like this alone.” Turning around, she responded. “And why is that?” Looking around to see if any eyes were on them, she crossed the hallway to stand in front of him. “Is there a dirty old man going to take advantage of me, cause I might enjoy that. My boyfriend hasn’t been around to take care of me and I’m just so needy.” Confident nobody was watching, she giggled before pushing him back into the bathroom, shutting the door behind her. “Shhh.. nobody saw us. As surprising as it sounds, I’ve never had sex in a bar bathroom.”
Her eyes finally met his and she quickly realized that they both had ideas, and she was not the one in control of the situation. Pressing his body against hers, pushing her back against the door, he leans down and starts kissing down her neck, gently nibbling as he follows the tattoo down into her cleavage. He then steps back and then turns her to face the door, bringing her hands together behind her. Reaching into his pocket, he pulls a pair of handcuffs and quickly secures her wrists, causing her to gasp as the cold steel locks snuggly. “I hope you enjoy the evening my pet, it’s been quite fun to plan. I do hope you cooperate, I’d hate to have to punish you.”
Over the next few minutes, he finishes his preparations. Finally satisfied, he steps back to take the site in. She was kneeling in corner, facing out towards the room. Her dress pulled down under her tits, already marked with a couple light welts, earned by not following his directions. He had been thoughtful to provide some padding for her knees, she was going to be there for a while after all. Her arms still cuffed behind her, now joined to another pair of cuffs connecting her ankles. The chain connecting the two allowed her some movement, but not enough freedom to stand. In addition to her restraints she now also had a gag in her mouth. A big silly looking bright pink ball gag, causing her to start to drool down her own tits.
“My perfect whore, you look so beautiful. I think we need a few pictures to remind us of this special day.” Pulling his phone out, he took several pictures of her as she briefly struggled in her restraints, stopping when she saw him reach for the cane again. Deciding he had enough pictures for now, he put his phone away and walked over to the sink where he had his bag laid out and pulled something out of it. As he approached, she saw that he had two things in his hands, a blindfold, and a spider gag. He quickly removed the ball gag, replacing it with the spider gag. He watched the look in her eyes change as she figured out what was going on.
Leaning down, he kissed her forehead before tying a handkerchief across her eyes. “It is only fitting that I be the first to use my whore,” he tells her as he unzips his pants, frees his hard cock, and slides it across her lips. His hands caressing her head, he starts slowly fucking her mouth. He knows he isn’t going to last long. He’s been thinking about this night for weeks, his speed increasing, every few strokes, holding her down on him until she gags. His orgasm approaching, he pulls out and finishes himself, making sure she tastes him, as well as wears his load on her face.
As quickly as he was inside her, he pulled away and was gone. Kneeling there in his restraints, she listens as he washes up. She knows that they’re lucky to have been left alone in here this long. Someone will be coming to the bathroom soon. She tries to call out to him, the gag muffling her. Suddenly there is a knock at the door. She can hear a male voice on the other side complaining that they need to piss. She hears him apologize, and then footsteps. She thinks to herself that surely he’s going to untie her when she hears the lock on the door turn. He’s letting them in. She starts struggling against the cuffs, realizing quickly that it was useless. She hears the door open and footsteps into the room, someone gasping, and him laughing. Someone is walking over to her. Suddenly there is a hand in her hair, turning her head towards the door. “Say hello to our new friend, my pet.” The gag muffles her, but she does her best, her cheeks flushed red, cum still wet on her face and tits.
The man walks into the room, still not really sure what to take of the scene, yet unable to take his eyes off the girl in the corner. “She does have a very good mouth. Since you’re the first to visit, I’ll even let you try her on the house, just promise me you’ll tell your friends?” The man is visibly hard, a little reassurance and he’s standing in front of the girl. She tilts her head up at him, trying to peek under her blindfold to see who was in front of her. A bit more encouragement and his cock is out and in her mouth. She chokes at first, shocked by the sudden intruder. It’s not her lover. This guy tastes different, is shaped different. She can tell she is blushing, and she knows she’s surely soaked through her panties. She hears her lover encourage the man, “You won’t hurt her, try her throat.” The man fucking her face stops, “Really? I’ve never met a woman who could take it all the way!” She can tell her lover responded, but he didn’t say a word. Before she could even try to respond, the man in front of her began pressing his cock further into her mouth, against the back of her throat, and then forward just a bit more until he couldn’t go any further. The sudden intrusion causing her to gag, which pushed him over the edge and sent the first of his load straight down her throat.
After taking a moment to collect himself, and then take care of what brought him in here in the first place, the silence is broken by the stranger. “You were right! She does have a great mouth. You said I should tell my friends? Were you being serious?” “Let’s leave her to think about her situation for a moment,” she hears her lover respond, followed by footsteps and the door opening. She could tell they were talking just outside the door, but he had made sure to close it and she couldn’t quite make out what was being said. Finally able to try and collect her own thoughts, the first thing on her mind was what had brought her back this way in the first place. She was a stubborn one and never liked to break the seal until she had too.
So focused on her own bladder, she hadn’t even noticed that the door to the bathroom had once again opened and someone was in the room with her. She tried calling out, getting no response other than the footsteps of someone approaching. This was not her lover either. He smelled of cheap cologne and cigarettes. Before she could respond, her third cock of the night was making its way into her mouth and down her throat, hands wrapping around the back of her head,holding her down onto him until she gagged. Finally releasing her she pulled back off his cock, gasping for air, before he once again took her by the hair and forced her onto him. This continued for several minutes until he pulled his cock from her mouth and shot another load onto her face. “A whore should look like a whore, cum is a good look for you.” Without another word, the stranger tucked himself away, zipped up and headed out the door. Over and over again, the process repeated. Some talked to her, some didn’t. Some were rough, others didn’t even touch her, just added to the mess coating her.
She had lost track of time, lost count after seven or eight, maybe it had been nine? Her jaw was sore. The constant abuse of her throat had severely tested the control of her gag reflex. The last stranger had pushed her to the point she had not only thrown up on herself but had finally lost control of her bladder and pissed on herself. It just made him laugh and fuck her mouth even rougher, laughing every time she gagged herself. When he finally was ready to finish, he drove his cock down her throat, shooting his load down into her stomach. Cleaning up best he could, she heard him walk to the door and call out to her lover. “We made a bit of a mess, not sure if you want to clean her up before the next guy?”
“Hmmm… I think I have an idea,” she heard him respond and head over to her, unzipping as he walked across the room. As he stops in front of her, she kneels there, waiting, unsure of what is going to happen next. Suddenly something warm and wet splashing against her cheek, across her open mouth, and then spraying across her chest. Realizing what is happen she starts to try and move out of the way. “Don’t you dare move, or I’ll let the next guy piss down your throat.” Quickly stopping, she whimpers in response, as she feels the remainder of his stream coat her chest and belly. “Your clothes are such a mess little girl, you don’t have much need for them anymore anyways do you? We should get that wet dress off of you?” She feels him pull her dress away from her skin and then the cold steel of a blade tracing against her breast and down her stomach before cutting the wet fabric. A few more cuts and he tears the dress away from her before tossing it into the trash can and washing his hands before heading back out the door.
Once again, the parade of strangers returned. Different smells. Different voices. Different sounds. Sometimes people would come in and not even touch her, just spit on her and called her names. Sometimes he was sending more than one person in at a time. On one occasion, a couple came into the room. The entire time, the male never spoke, instead the woman approached the girl, calling her names. Suddenly there were fingers in her mouth, fingers that tasted of the woman. Rubbing them across her tongue, she asked the girl how they tasted. “I asked if I could take your gag out, and let you get it straight from the source, but your man said no. We came up with a better idea though.” Suddenly, the sounds of sex filled the room. After several minutes, and several orgasms for the woman, the couple stopped and the man moved over to the girl, his cock coated in his girlfriends cum. The woman then told the man to finish himself with her mouth and then join her back at their table, which he promptly did.
As the night continued, some used her face, some just added to the mess, and as the night went on, more and more people started using her as their urinal. Most settled for just pissing on her tits or her belly. However several learned that she would cough and choke when they pissed on her face and mouth. One man went even further and after he shot his jizz down her throat, he held her there until he softened a bit and pissed down her throat as well.
By this point, the girl was exhausted. Finally, the line that had formed as word made its way around the bar had dwindled. Her lover came into the bathroom once again, this time locking the door behind him. Approaching her, he spoke to her softly. Kneeling down next to her he removed her blindfold and tossed it aside, quickly wiping her face with a warm, wet towel and then tilting her head towards his, her closing her eyes, not wanting to make eye contact. Next, he unfastened the gag and removed it. She gingerly closed and opened her jaw a few times, still not making eye contact with him. Moving quickly, he removed the chain connecting her handcuffs to her ankle cuffs, and then removed both sets of cuffs. As soon as she was free from the restraints, she scooted herself back into the corner, stretching her arms and legs out, working the sleep from them.
Letting her have a few moments, he walked across the room to where the shower was, a definite perk of this bathroom, and started a hot shower for her. Once he was finally satisfied with the temperature he returned to his love, who was starting to stir a bit. He helped her up, and across the room into the shower. Quickly shedding his own clothes and joining her. She’s quiet, with her back to him as he comes up behind her. Starting with her hair, he washes it first, then lathers up a loofah and scrubs her clean before helping her rinse off. Finally facing each other. As they make eye contact for the first time since it started, she smiles and once again wraps her arms around him, hugging him tightly, her head near his, as she whispers to him. “I hope you don’t think the night is done yet, I still haven’t been fucked in a bar bathroom”.
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