Toilet Service 2
This whole new world had started to unfold. Every stop on the road saw me check to see if it was quiet and nip into every stall and read all that graffiti and smut on the walls. Amazed at all the sleaze and numbers. I found myself drawn to them reading them over and over as I sat in the stall. The smell, the noises then the holes and repairs. It was all so sleazy. The mind wandered and my dick leaked as I thought about all these endless possibilities. I never contemplated calling one. I used to just bank the potential and got horny. Then left and got in with the job. Driving on these long contracts allowed me to stop off to regular runs and get my fix. Soon I had to use the road that took me directly to the small toilet block where I had seen the incredible sight of the well hung skin head and the cross dresser in the stall. As I approached from a mile or two out, I was horny and more in hope I may disturb something again. I swung into the layby and my heart sank. Empty car park. No one around. Fuck it I needed to pee anyway. So got out, locked the car. And went in. Immediately hit by that chlorine block smell the quietness and stillness and the distant sound of the outside world. I went into the cubicle where the dresser had been. Noticing the door had seen better days holes had been mad and all around the wall were numbers. 'come f*CK Kath' and the number. 'slut want cock' , 'i need cock' and crude drawings and numbers. I can't remember why but transfixed I looked at the numbers grabbed my phone and made a new entry in the contacts. Kath and the number. What the fuck was I doing. Whatever, would I ever do with this? As hard as it made me, surely I would never go anywhere with this. Just wank material.
In a complete headspin, I left the cubicle and made to leave. Out of the door and headed to the car. Whilst in there I had totally missed the sound of a new car pulled up in the car park.
I looked at the driver bareley making him out due to glare in the windshield. But no doubt about it my heart was racing again and I felt flush of excitement. I opened my door and got in. Sat there trying not to look suspicious and failing. After what felt like ages, but was in fact a minute or two the guy in the other car opens his door gets out and walks towards the the small toilet block with what appeared to be a bag. He looks across the car park directly at me....fuck it's him....its her even I am sure of it. This was the dresser. I am sure. And just like the. In he goes. Now what the fuck to do. The animal in me says go in there. The brain is fighting it. Why would you ? What would you do ? What if you're wrong ? What if there's cameras or it's some sort of trap. What if they know you? BUT my cock is hard and my instincts honestly by weeks of reading these walls says fuck it.
About 4-5 minutes pass and I am still paralyesed with mixed thoughts. Fuck it! Go. I open the door. Lock the car. Look around now one about and walk back to the block. Heart thumping, blood racing butterflies all go. I go in and am confronted by nothing. He has gone into the cubicle I was in and shut the door. Not needing another pee, I am stood there like a fool. Straining to listen. A russtle of a bag and a sniff. Suddenly movement and eye appears at the hole in the door. Disappears, the bolt slides across and door swings open. Standing there in lilac stockings, suspenders and basque heels. Lipstick and blonde wig! Is her! I just stand and stare....she reckons me to her and says 'Kathy wants to play'. Fuck! What to do? Run or step forward. Again, the fear. Then suddenly I hear a car pull in to the car park. Shit. Panic. I turn sharply and get the fuck out of dodge to the safety of the car park. And leg it at a fair pace to the safety of my car.
I settle back into the front seat of the car, catch my breath. Across the car park heading into the toilet is some bloke. What the fuck will happen I think. Time will tell. If it is a run of the milk out stop a quick pee and he will be off. Then what will I do ? I check the clock a minute has gone by and then two. He hasn't had he? Is he in there using her? Is he a punter ? Another 3-4 minutes go by and nothing. He can't be in the stall for a genuine reason there is only one and Kathy is in there! He must be using her. I start to get hard at the thought again. My breathing increases and my cock swells. I am flushed with excitement. Just 50 paces away in a quiet spot on a dead road. It is actually happening. All that smut I had been reading and taking in. It's there in front of me. With that a 3rd car pulls in. Oh fuck I thought this will soon break the game up. But unmistakably out pops the skin head I had seen come out of that stall weeks before. Jeez I thought she must have this arranged or something. This Kathy is running this from this toilet and getting all the meat she can get. Without a care in the world he jumps into the cubicle with a quick glance around and a squint at me in the vehicle. Again minutes tick by and no one has come out. It is exactly as I am thinking. They must be in there stuffing this chick for all it's worth. What to do ? Stay here nervous and hard rubbing myself? Or, balls to it. Go in.....ahh damn go in, you have fantasied about this for ages. Curiosity gets the better of me. I jump out the car take a deep breath and walk to the cubicle. My senses are on fire, straining to pick up any hint of what's going on in that cubicle. I listen close to the entrance and I can hear the unmistakable sound of grunting and skin on skin slapping. Ummpf yeah , oooh.... Ah slap and the odd 'go on'. Wow jackpot. I go in and the taller skin head guy is standing half way in the entrance of the cubicle door with his massive hard meat burries deep in to the guts of Kathy. Who obviously is pinned between him and the other client and busy with her mouth at the other end! And not a care in the world. I just stand there staring. 'alright pal' the skin head says. 'you want some of this bitch after me !?', 'i won't be long and I will blow' Erm.. I will watch and I guess if she won't mind. To which he laughed. 'i think she would very much love it wouldn't you? ' and he gave her round garter belt pale ass a slap and shunted himself deeper into Kathy. I could hear the muffled moan as the impact of that imapling hit home. It must be 10" or more buried in her sissy guts by this point. My meat was out rock hard and leaking. I was transfixed by this awesome site. Pure animal lust corsing through me and the scene before me. They skin head was unstoppable now. I recognised the signs of someone meme about to blow. He was shunting into her over and over and over. Grinding in to her and whammmm. Ahhhhhh ffuuuukkkk yeahhhh ooooh. This hosing of Kathy's hole must have inspired the other guy at the other end too. Because from the greedy moaning coming from the hidden side of the backboard of the cubicle the sight must have been too must and he evidently joined his friend with his own load down the sissy. Who was evidently draining all he had. The big guys flaccid semi loops out of her. He is panting and I can see the gape it's left in her. It's an awesome sight she has been screwed by a train. He gives his meat a few shakes and slaps on her back and squeezes out of the stall towards me with a big grin. 'All yours pal!' Kathy's ass disappeared as she evidently stood up with a groan from being in that position for god knows how long. There is shuffling and the first guys squeezed out past her and towards me. Panting, and rather red faced probably for meeting a completely random stranger that had obviously rumbled them. He did not say anything but walked past me and left.
Know there was just me and Kath I walk to the stall and she is sat on the toilet, using paper to wipe off sweat and the remains of a load of her face.
In a complete headspin, I left the cubicle and made to leave. Out of the door and headed to the car. Whilst in there I had totally missed the sound of a new car pulled up in the car park.
I looked at the driver bareley making him out due to glare in the windshield. But no doubt about it my heart was racing again and I felt flush of excitement. I opened my door and got in. Sat there trying not to look suspicious and failing. After what felt like ages, but was in fact a minute or two the guy in the other car opens his door gets out and walks towards the the small toilet block with what appeared to be a bag. He looks across the car park directly at me....fuck it's him....its her even I am sure of it. This was the dresser. I am sure. And just like the. In he goes. Now what the fuck to do. The animal in me says go in there. The brain is fighting it. Why would you ? What would you do ? What if you're wrong ? What if there's cameras or it's some sort of trap. What if they know you? BUT my cock is hard and my instincts honestly by weeks of reading these walls says fuck it.
About 4-5 minutes pass and I am still paralyesed with mixed thoughts. Fuck it! Go. I open the door. Lock the car. Look around now one about and walk back to the block. Heart thumping, blood racing butterflies all go. I go in and am confronted by nothing. He has gone into the cubicle I was in and shut the door. Not needing another pee, I am stood there like a fool. Straining to listen. A russtle of a bag and a sniff. Suddenly movement and eye appears at the hole in the door. Disappears, the bolt slides across and door swings open. Standing there in lilac stockings, suspenders and basque heels. Lipstick and blonde wig! Is her! I just stand and stare....she reckons me to her and says 'Kathy wants to play'. Fuck! What to do? Run or step forward. Again, the fear. Then suddenly I hear a car pull in to the car park. Shit. Panic. I turn sharply and get the fuck out of dodge to the safety of the car park. And leg it at a fair pace to the safety of my car.
I settle back into the front seat of the car, catch my breath. Across the car park heading into the toilet is some bloke. What the fuck will happen I think. Time will tell. If it is a run of the milk out stop a quick pee and he will be off. Then what will I do ? I check the clock a minute has gone by and then two. He hasn't had he? Is he in there using her? Is he a punter ? Another 3-4 minutes go by and nothing. He can't be in the stall for a genuine reason there is only one and Kathy is in there! He must be using her. I start to get hard at the thought again. My breathing increases and my cock swells. I am flushed with excitement. Just 50 paces away in a quiet spot on a dead road. It is actually happening. All that smut I had been reading and taking in. It's there in front of me. With that a 3rd car pulls in. Oh fuck I thought this will soon break the game up. But unmistakably out pops the skin head I had seen come out of that stall weeks before. Jeez I thought she must have this arranged or something. This Kathy is running this from this toilet and getting all the meat she can get. Without a care in the world he jumps into the cubicle with a quick glance around and a squint at me in the vehicle. Again minutes tick by and no one has come out. It is exactly as I am thinking. They must be in there stuffing this chick for all it's worth. What to do ? Stay here nervous and hard rubbing myself? Or, balls to it. Go in.....ahh damn go in, you have fantasied about this for ages. Curiosity gets the better of me. I jump out the car take a deep breath and walk to the cubicle. My senses are on fire, straining to pick up any hint of what's going on in that cubicle. I listen close to the entrance and I can hear the unmistakable sound of grunting and skin on skin slapping. Ummpf yeah , oooh.... Ah slap and the odd 'go on'. Wow jackpot. I go in and the taller skin head guy is standing half way in the entrance of the cubicle door with his massive hard meat burries deep in to the guts of Kathy. Who obviously is pinned between him and the other client and busy with her mouth at the other end! And not a care in the world. I just stand there staring. 'alright pal' the skin head says. 'you want some of this bitch after me !?', 'i won't be long and I will blow' Erm.. I will watch and I guess if she won't mind. To which he laughed. 'i think she would very much love it wouldn't you? ' and he gave her round garter belt pale ass a slap and shunted himself deeper into Kathy. I could hear the muffled moan as the impact of that imapling hit home. It must be 10" or more buried in her sissy guts by this point. My meat was out rock hard and leaking. I was transfixed by this awesome site. Pure animal lust corsing through me and the scene before me. They skin head was unstoppable now. I recognised the signs of someone meme about to blow. He was shunting into her over and over and over. Grinding in to her and whammmm. Ahhhhhh ffuuuukkkk yeahhhh ooooh. This hosing of Kathy's hole must have inspired the other guy at the other end too. Because from the greedy moaning coming from the hidden side of the backboard of the cubicle the sight must have been too must and he evidently joined his friend with his own load down the sissy. Who was evidently draining all he had. The big guys flaccid semi loops out of her. He is panting and I can see the gape it's left in her. It's an awesome sight she has been screwed by a train. He gives his meat a few shakes and slaps on her back and squeezes out of the stall towards me with a big grin. 'All yours pal!' Kathy's ass disappeared as she evidently stood up with a groan from being in that position for god knows how long. There is shuffling and the first guys squeezed out past her and towards me. Panting, and rather red faced probably for meeting a completely random stranger that had obviously rumbled them. He did not say anything but walked past me and left.
Know there was just me and Kath I walk to the stall and she is sat on the toilet, using paper to wipe off sweat and the remains of a load of her face.
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