Dark-haired, blue-eyed Tricia was a looker until you got caught looking, then she gave a scowl that would melt ice. In her book most men were pigs, and the men at work were hypocrite pigs. She had gone out with a guy from the office, once, and he ran her name through the mud to all his buddies at the water cooler. Now Tricia was cold and professional to everyone, just to overcome that one lapse of judgment. She kept her private life to herself and her sexual life to strangers.
It was Friday, and she tidied the reception desk the moment five o'clock hit. Half the other office workers had already snuck out, but the young twenty-three-year-old had to man the phones till the last minute. Tricia didn't hurry across the parking lot. She had plans and a schedule for Friday night. The slim brunette slid into her Honda and slowly moved into traffic. She would shower and powder and do her lips blood red with the dark liner. Her eyes would have gold eye shadow and her dress would be black, short, and strapless; easy to pull up and easy to push down.
The club was jumping and the bass was pumping. Tricia stepped slowly down the stairs in high-heeled shoes, into the pit of bodies and noise. The bar itself was lit in orange light and held one empty stool, enough for a girl all by herself... for now.
A tall chocolate-skinned man bumped her "by accident" when he put in his order. "Sorry, baby. It's so crowded in here."
It was a line, but it was enough. She smiled back, "You could at least top me off by way of apology." Tricia suggested.
The young black man looked down at her empty hands. "You don't have a drink," he said quizzically.
"I know" she responded with a grin.
Inside a men's room stall, She was pressed to the wall and his mouth was at her throat. His big hands fondled her ass and pushed up the dress. He had told her his name, but she didn't care. She panted and moaned as she held the back of his head. She could feel his fingers slide her little panties down. She let her hand rub up and down the big bulge between his legs. His lips came up and they kissed, not passionately, but sexually, bestially.
She sucked his tongue and unzipped his fly. Tricia filled her hand with semi-hard black cock. It was warm and big and pulsed in her hand. He reached up and squeezed her firm tit flesh, that filled his hand. Slowly Tricia heaved it out, once she had his pants undone. Her chocolate lover slid his fingers in her crack and pulled on the hot loaf of her ass, spreading it and letting her little asshole get some cool air. She was stroking him and feeling it get harder. She wanted to feel it grow in her mouth; she wanted to be at his feet, here, in this restroom. It was a need, a desperate desire for debauchery.
She broke the kiss and looked into his face, then looked down. He knew what she wanted as he gave a cocky grin and said in just above a whisper. "Go get it, bitch."
Those words should have angered her and humiliated her, but right now they sent a jolt to her sex. Tricia dropped down to the cool almost damp tile. She could smell his cock now, right in front of her face. He held it out with one hand at the base. His fingers couldn't close around that girth. She looked up at him looking down at her. She put her hand just above his. It still wasn't fully hard. She admired it, for what it would do to her, how it would make her feel. She thought of it stuffed up her little hole.
"SUCK IT" He grew impatient at her delay.
Tricia made up for it by looking him in the eye as she wrapped her ruby-painted lips around that fat head. She gave him doe eyes as she took his hot flesh in her moist mouth. Her lips were wide and it filled her cheeks, but still, she sucked. She pulsed her suction to the pumping of his fat vein... and it was GROWING; Just a little more and getting VERY hard. Her right hand dipped between her legs, and her left cradled his full nuts. She broke eye contact and watched the shaft as she let it slip into her mouth.
The black man watched this sweet little white girl slurp his dick like a pro. She took it to the entrance of her throat and hummed deeply. That sent vibrations down his shaft and into his nuts, making them tighten. She slurped it loudly, oblivious to the patrons outside the stall using the urinals. She let her spit slobber all over it and began to stroke the shaft. Tricia had two fingers deep in her honey hole, rubbing back and forth across the little nubs inside her. But even without that sensation, she would have been in rapture. The ACT entranced her. The filthiness of the situation filled her mind. She was a dirty girl, a nasty girl, a slut. She sucked off a stranger she just met in the restroom of a crowded bar. Tricia did feel an emptiness though that her two little digits just were not filling.
She pulled the rod from her mouth with an audible "Pop" and looked up with pleading eyes. "Fuck me." She said and began to get up.
"There's not enough room in her, baby." The chocolate man started to say, but when Tricia bent over and grabbed the toilet's flusher and stuck her ass out those words stopped.
"I gotta open the door." He said.
She didn't say anything. She just looked back in expectation. Guys gathered behind the lucky young man now to catch a glimpse of the hot slut they had been hearing. Her pale white ass could be seen if you looked from the side around the guy's body, but she had dropped her head once she felt him grab her hips. Tricia waited expectantly for that fat shaft to slide inside of her. Her momentary lover slid his cock head up and down her lips once and shoved it inside with glee.
"Take it, bitch." He nearly laughed.
Tricia grunted loudly but didn't complain. This is what she wanted, what she needed. Hard fat cock was in her pussy. She ground her ass into his groin and moaned her pleasure. The stranger started fucking her in earnest, egged on by the cheers of guys behind him.
"Fuck her HARD, man." "Get that pussy" "Make the bitch yell!"
Tricia heard it all. She had become an object. She was a slut, she was pussy. She felt the cock rammed in and out of her. She felt her quim squeeze that dick and did not want to let it go. She hung on to the pipes with her knees banging into the toilet bowl, grunting with each thrust. She was putting on a show now as much as her chocolate lover was. He smacked her ass and growled as he plowed this girl.
"You like it, don't you, slut?" He asked, but she just grunted and matched his hard rhythm. "You gonna make me cum soon, bitch. You want one of these guys to be next?' He looked back and laughed with the other guys until they heard a soft but definite "Yes" echo from the stall.
