Susan made lunch and carried 4 blocks to her husband's office. She was hoping he might fuck her there like he had once before. But he was stressed and distracted. She never should have gone. She knew how things were for him now. But she was insanely horny and she thought she might get lucky. She was always horny. Which really messed with her head.
It wasn't like her husband didn't fuck her or anything. He did practically every night. She was thinking maybe that was too much. She should maybe not be so...slutty? Can you be slutty with your husband? She tried. And he responded well enough, but maybe she wasn't giving him enough of a chance to "recharge". But she just wanted to be fucked. She couldn't help herself. She was even thinking maybe she should go to the doctor and see if there was something they could do.
It didn't help that he wouldn't impregnate her. Just one more year, he said. Maybe. He was unsure about the company he worked for. It was one of those deals where either he would end up rich, or unemployed. Both possibilities seemed equally likely and the uncertainty made him weary of having a child.
She wanted to be impregnated. She thought all the time about him breeding her. Her fantasies had become ritualistic. She'd though about getting her IUD taken out and just getting pregnant, but he needed to know he was impregnating her. He needed to consciously breed her.
She cut through the park, thinking about a chamber where her husband kept her during the breeding period. A breeding stall, where he kept her naked. He would come in periodically and inject her with a dose of sperm. Only testing her once a week. No, once a month. A full month of breeding in her stall. But didn't her husband need to recharge? Maybe there should be multiple different men breeding her. Several times a day her husband would let a random man into the stall to inject her with sperm.
She walked past a man sitting on a bench, studying his phone. He looked up at her. And kept looking. She'd done herself up to seduce her husband. Her white sleeveless dress was short and cute. She'd spent an hour running a brush through her straight, dark hair and it glowed in the noonday light. Susan appreciated the man's gaze on her long, bare legs. His eyes flicked up to hers and she smiled. He didn't smile back, but not because he was unfriendly, she thought. He was captivated.
Being horny all the time and also seeing how much men wanted her only made things that much harder. She'd already cheated on her husband a thousand times in her head. So much so that the idea of cheating itself had become just another spur to her horniness. She wanted to cheat for the sake of cheating. It wasn't just about getting dick. It was about transgressing. This was one of the ways her incessant horniness was messing with her head. It was like there was no longer anything sexual that was off-limits, which was in itself yet another exhilarating thought.
She broke eye-contact with the stranger and made her way down the path, passing a pair of groundskeepers that were fiddling with the engine of a mower. One of them glanced up at her, and immediately got that sort of intense look she was used to. She imagined he was trying to memorize her body. For later. She would be his jack-off fantasy.
The other man did not look up, but remained intent on the engine, and she continued on past. Ahead was a cinder block shack that was the park restroom. She thought she might stop and clean herself up. She often became uncomfortably wet and now was one of those times. Panty liners might be a good idea, but she didn't really like panty liners, and if the opportunity did arise for her to take off her panties (such as in her husband's office), she would rather not have one.
She started to walk into the women's restroom, but there was a steel gate blocking the way with a sign that said "out of service." Annoying. She started to leave, but noticed that the men's room seemed to be open. She glanced around. Nobody in sight. She crept over and peeked around the corner to see inside. A row of urinals. Some sinks. Four open stalls. No men. Too bad, she thought, smiling to herself, and went in.
She went straight for the back stall and locked herself in. She hiked up her skirt and thumbed her panties down to mid thigh. She automatically began running her fingers through her trim little bush to touch herself, but stopped. She just needed to clean herself up and go. She grabbed a wad of toilet paper and began wiping her vulva. She kept that part shaved because she'd noticed she often had a bit of an odor and she thought maybe shaving might help. It seemed to, but now her panties would soak through more quickly. She was all the time having to wipe herself off. Which often became an excuse to masturbate.
Susan pulled herself open and dabbed at her labia and in between. Toilet paper didn't feel particularly good, but she was aroused and sensitive and feel of only made her want something better. She put a finger on her clit and just pressed down on it slightly. Pushing her own button was ill-advised at this moment, but that thought in itself turned her horniness up a notch. She started moving her finger, just slightly. Susan grunted softly instead of letting go with the moan that wanted to escape her. Now was not the time and place. Which was sort of the problem. The environment she was in was a forbidden one. And dirty, in the sexual sense. The restroom itself was relatively clean. Except...
She was partially facing the toilet and partially facing the wall. She glanced down and saw three little drops of piss on the toilet seat. In a neat little row. Each on smaller than the next. She slit a finger down her slit and then her two middle fingers up her hole. The slid in effortlessly, and she bent her body down as she tried reaching up deep inside herself. She was staring at the piss and stroking that place inside herself that made her crazy. She should stick with the clit. It was simpler but...
The thought of getting down on her knees and licking a strange man's piss off of a toilet seat had been automatic. The idea was deliciously filthy, but it was something she simply couldn't do. She wanted to do it though, and again her own thoughts about her thoughts were working on her in a way that drove her to reach inside herself for that deeper pleasure.
She should go. She should stop this. Before she actually...
Her fingers shined with her lubrication as she slid them out of her hole and then let her panties drop down to her ankles. And she dropped to her knees. Her hand went between her legs again and this time she just worked a finger in to get at her clit and emitted another soft grunt as she found it. The finger was still wet and it moved smoothly as she very slightly worked it in a circle. She was going to do it. She was a filthy female about to lick a strange man's piss off of a toilet seat.
"Oh shit," she breathed to herself, feeling almost dizzy.
She put her free hand on the toilet to brace herself then began lowering her face to the seat. She had to stop and adjust her hair, pushing it out to one side and turning her face so that she came down at an angle. She opened her mouth and pushed her tongue all the way out. She pressed her tongue deliberately into the center of the largest drop of piss, the licked her way across all three of them. She scooped the stranger-urine into her mouth and made that grunting sound again as her finger involuntarily increased it's pressure and speed on her clit.
It had a chemical taste, with a touch of sour brine. She was mostly tasting whatever they used to clean the toilets. It partially masked the taste of the piss itself. She was disappointed. She wanted to taste the piss. Really taste it. She wanted it to be nasty and disgusting.
She heard a sound.
She jumped up quickly, yanking up her panties. Had they been able to see her? They might be able to see under the last stall from the entrance. Did someone see her on her knees in front of the toilet with her panties around her ankles? She felt herself flush a little bit. There was definitely somebody there. She crept to the stall door and peeked through the crack. A man was sidling up to the urinal and unzipping. He wasn't looking in her direction, so maybe he hadn't seen her. But now the sight of him there was stoking her fire anew.
It was the guy from the lawnmower. The one who'd looked at her. His cock was mostly hidden but she could just make out it's fleshy presence from this angle. She could take care of his need to masturbate later while thinking about her. If that's what he intended. It was a thought she often had about men because she liked the thought of men jerking off to her. But it wasn't really right that they had to do that. She was more than willing.
Was she?
There was no doubt about it. She wanted it so bad just the site of fluid from an unknown dick had put her on her knees doing filthy things. Now she could see part of a man's cock. She could see the stream of piss and hear the spatter. She licked her lips. Filthy thoughts wouldn't stop running through her brain.
He finished and gave it a little shake that sent a thrill through her. Then he shook it again. She could see that it was already bigger. He was kind of stroking it with his thumb and forefinger and quickly becoming hard. A ripple of desire flowed through Susan's pussy. Then he suddenly tucked it away and turned.
No! WaitQ
But he wasn't leaving. He was going towards a stall. Susan knew he was going in there to jack off. He was thinking about her. She wanted him to be thinking about her. And even if he wasn't...
She opened the stall door. He glanced over in her direction. When he saw her, his expression became astonishment. She did a little thing with her head, twitching it to the side and inviting him into the stall with her. He gave her an inquisitive, still fairly astonished, smile. She jerked her head a little harder to the side, indicating he should get in here!
He glanced sideways towards the entrance, then walked over and into the stall with her. She closed and latched the door. He was a few inches taller than him and she cast her eyes up to him and smiled.
"If you could just...fuck me," she said in a soft voice. "I'd be grateful."
