A Very Good Toilet Fucking

1.) How it all started, well, I think.

If the truth be told, I am even hornier to meet in real life, than my page on here, in xHamster displays. I love fucking and masturbation. Right now at this very moment, I am writing this story, so you men will hopefully, get your dicks out and wank off, thinking about me. That's the prime reason for me being on here.

My daddy, when I was a girl, brought men back to our flat and told me to tease them, usually serving them beers, in a loose fitting top so they could gaze on my tiny tits down blouse, and sit around in a mini-skirt without underwear, apparently oblivious of their stares at my exposed bald pussy.

I reminded him of my absent mother, who fled the coop with her toy-boy lover, only as a much younger version of her, and prettier too, according to some of his friends and some family members.

Speaking of which, was Uncle Harry, my daddy's younger brother, another divorcee and a man who liked younger girls, like me, his niece, which brings me to my first short sex story.

My introduction to sex started with a wet dream, an erotic experience I had never heard off, until in biology and sex education classes as a teenager, we were falsely educated into thinking only boys had them, when their testicles were full off sperm. I was f******n then and some five years after the fact I had experienced something similar in bed on that night, with the help of my uncle.

All that night I had been flirting with him, down-blousing and open-legged under the kitchen table, studying and reading, as he faced me in the armchair, talking to daddy.

I had found this teasing to be an arousing experience, even for a young girl, by then thanks to daddy, I knew all about erections and the need for men to fuck women, especially when we watched the late night porn together, and he allowed me to wank him off.

I fell asleep dreaming about uncle Harry and I on a beach and me undressing down to a bikini and asking him to oil my back. When he undid my top he pulled it away from me and dripped the oil between my shoulder blades all the way down my spine and massaged it, sliding his hand inside my pants and over each buttock in turn.
I just moaned when he delved between my cheeks and when I looked down I was completely naked, he had somehow removed my pants and tossed them away.

I turned over onto my back and bent my knees and pulled the up and open, and moaned over and over feeling the fullness inside me. When my perfect orgasm came, it was so powerful I awoke to see uncle Harry towering over me, his fingers still working the insides of my pussy, as he wanked himself.

I whispered out load, "Uncle Harry", and he lent forward and pushed his cock into my mouth, and began filling it with his cum, with me gagging and swallowing, as my lips had sealed any chance it had to escape down my face onto my pillow.

We lay like that until he eased from me and left the room, for me to contemplate what I had just experienced. In the morning I arose eager to see Harry, but he had already left soon after using me in the manner he did, and I felt cheated, angry, and cheap, but excited by being used.


2.) My Toilet Fetish, achieved.

The office Christmas bash started just after nine in the morning when plastic cups were passed around with champagne and freshly squeezed orange juice.
Come lunch time, we were treated to a Christmas dinner at a well known eatery, and then onto a night club, still dressed in my morning clothes, with no time to go home to change.

It was almost twelve hours since that cup of Mimosa, and possibly more than a bottle of wine and liquors, I was ready for a nightcap, of cock and semen, even a double and I began looking around for potential candidates, my pussy was biting the inside of my thigh and dribbling down both legs.

It was starting to get late and people were leaving and all around me were women talking about going to a club, any men who were there at the start were gone, possibly with some other girls thinking like me.

I got up and left, going into a biting wind and occasional sleet, which almost suddenly, made me feel the need to pee.

There was a taxi rank close to the 'Crystal Palace', aptly named for the public conveniences, and I rushed onwards to that point.

I remember the clock tower chiming ten as I arrived at the 'Ladies', resplendent with an iron gate, locked and bolted, making me groan with a mixture of frustration and anger, "The fucking Gent's side was still open", and I looked around for a dark corner to hunk down and piss.

"You can use the Gent's", the voice said, from behind as I was about to walk away. I turned to see a man offering me a civilised answer to my ablutions, and as i turned to face him, he continued, "I was just in and there is nobody using it".

I smiled meekly, it was so close and I was almost peeing myself, with the cold, "Will you keep watch for me", I asked him starting to walk in that direction?
"Of course", he said, from behind me, as I neared the door and went inside, to be met with the hissing of the water from the urinals and strong smell of disinfectant from the yellow and blue cubes in the drains.

There were a row of cubicles at the far end of the spacious toilets, and I went to the end one, and sat down, and let it rip, I sounded like a bloody racehorse, such was the force of the piss.

I heard him laughing and felt embarrassed, and called out my apology, "Sorry about that, but I was desperate", and then I looked at all the graffiti on the walls and smiled to myself, as if being amongst the insider information on how men clicked in their private moments. I reached into my handbag and took out a marker pen and scribbled me name and phone number, then my email address, with a plea, "Call me for good sex", and then sat back and admired my handiwork, and felt that old familiar feeling mount in my tummy, as I dipped down and rubbed a little, imagining some guy reading this and calling me and getting a positive response.

"Are you nearly finished yet"? I nearly jumped out of my masturbating skin, I had momentarily forgotten about the guy standing watch for me?
"Just about", I hailed back, feeling disappointed at having to stop, when he said, "Are you doing a number two"?

I laughed feeling slightly embarrassed about the fact I was having my toilet needs discussed , "No", I retorted, and then without rally knowing why I said it, I added, "I was playing with myself".

I heard his footsteps walk right up to the door, "Can I come in there with you"?
His voice sounded thick and needy, he wanted me and there I was with my panties at my ankles and my dress around my waist, and my body suddenly alive, "You want to fuck me", I asked him, my heart in my mouth and my pussy gaping for some invisible cock to chew on?

"Open the door", he commanded and I felt I saw his his weight against it, "Only if you promise to fuck me", I retorted, letting the tension build between us and standing up and shuffling like a penguin over to the door, with my panties around my ankles.
I pressed my face to the door to feel the heat and the pressure he exerted against it, wanting to burst in and ravish me, I began fingering myself and slipped the bolt to 'Open' and stood back, with my knees slightly bent as I fingered myself, I wanted him to see me doing it like this, "It's open, come in and fuck me", and there he was, staring at me trying to come, and he began to unzipper his pants, as I watched him watching me, doing something most men never see.

"Bend over the pan and I'll take you doggie", he commanded, and I reached down and freed my leg from my panties and left them around the other ankle as I positioned myself to be fucked from behind, holding onto the sides of the toilet bowl, and within a minute I was getting a great fucking, looking back between my thighs to see his cock go in and out and his balls swinging freely, and not even caring he was doing with the cubicle door still open, for anybody to look in and see us. We both were making a lot of noise, me more so, when my orgasms starting coming.

At one point during our copulating I felt a hand on my ankle, and looked at my leg. Someone in the next cubicle was trying to take my panties, but could not because I was keeping my foot firmly in-situ on the ground, but even here I was enthralled knowing another man wanted such an intimate item of my clothing, and he was reaching under the partition to stroke my calf, and I relented and lifted my foot and watched him take my red panties, knowing the crotch was soaked and my smells and inner scents were now his to enjoy, and I cummed again, this time followed by the man inside me.

We uncoupled and he started putting himself to rights as I say down on the pan. Our eyes never seemed to meet, as if we both wanted to remain anonymous to each other, but grateful for the body sharing bit with the sex. He turned and was met by the guy who had taken my knickers, and was making his way to have his go at me.

He stood there with my panties wrapped around his erection and wanking, as I watched him, encouraging him to come closer to me, "Put it on my face", I encouraged him as he stood right against where I sat, and I moved my open mouth to receive his sperm, then he stopped and I sucked on him and wanked him, only stopping to offer him a fuck if he wanted to cum in me, to which he dropped down onto his knees and took my offer, fucking me as I sat open legged on the pan.

I let him keep my panties and also pointed to my earlier scribblings on the wall, in case he wanted more some other time, but he never did, nor did anybody else, which is likely the truth, as most men when they cum, instantly forget the urge to carry it through, turn over and go to sleep.

I ticked off my toilet fuck from my large bucket list of sexual to do experiences. I was a chance encounter and a brilliant experience, two strangers in a gents toilet, opportune for all and we all went our ways with me carrying the sperm of two men who went home to their wives, who might actually smell me off their cocks.