thiscuriousmania: After I had been talking to this woman online for months, she had started to seem
thiscuriousmania: After I had been talking to this woman online for months, she had started to seem desperate to meet. So I told her that I’d meet her in a certain public men’s toilet near where I live. I’d walk in the door at exactly 1 AM, and that if she was there with her head in one of the urinals, I’d fuck her. If I liked fucking her, I said, maybe I’d even be willing to set up a second date. This is the sight that greeted me when I walked in. I didn’t say a word the whole time. I just walked behind her, ripped her hose to expose her ass and pussy, and pulled my cock out. As I pushed into her wet cunt, she groaned. “Shut up, bitch,” I snapped. I reached over and pushed her head down into the urinal as I fucked her. After a few strokes, I pulled out of her pussy and pushed my now slightly lubricated cock into her ass. She gasped, but, following my order, didn’t groan or scream. I pushed her head down harder into the piss and cigarette ends while I railed her asshole, then, after a few minutes, pulled out and came all over her back. She stayed there, silent and still, as I put my cock back in my pants and left. I sat in my car in the dark and waited for her to come out. It took about 10 minutes. I was initially worried about what was taking so long, but then I realized that she had probably stayed there and masturbated. I texted her the next day, and she confirmed my suspicions: she came face down in the urinal, ass gaped, covered in cum, panting like a whore. So, was there a second date? -- source link