“Shush, it’s ok. Eric is just an asshole, don’t listen to him, sweetheart,” he said. He was holding me up, his arm under mine, cupping and kneading my right breast.
Why is he touching my breast? I wondered, trying to make sense of what was going on.
“Let me hold you up,” he told me, walking me back to the urinal in front of me. With his support, I was able to stand on one leg while the other one pressed against the wall.
“Let me down. I am going to fucking piss all over the place,” I said. I was convinced that Brown Eyes’ sister must be some kind of contortionist to do this.
At this point, I was going to piss on the floor if I didn’t find a toilet somewhere.
Brown Eyes must have sensed my distress, “Let me help.” He pulled the skirt up, exposing me from the waist down to the men in the room.
“Hey, what the fuck are you doing?” I realized I was slurring my words.
“Don’t want your clothes to get wet,” he said, being very reasonable.
That makes sense, I thought, happy he wasn’t just trying to get a free show.
He lifted me off the floor and carried me over to the urinal again.
“Lift your legs like you are going to kneel on the wall,” Brown Eyes told me. I could feel my bare ass up against his crotch and the swell of his enlarged cock.
Fuck he feels big, I ideally thought as I tried to do what he was telling me. For some reason, my legs didn’t want to listen to me.
After several tries, Brown Eyes asked a couple of his friends to help me.
What nice guys, I thought as I giggled as I pictured what I looked like being held in front of a urinal with multiple guys helping me so I could piss.
Brown Eyes tilted me back against his chest and pushed my ass forward, almost touching the porcelain.
With the help of his friends, he was only holding my upper body at this point, and I could feel his hands under my top, creasing my breasts.
Fuck, that feels good.
The fire Beca had left hadn’t gone out, and the thought of all these guys seeing my bare ass and cunt was building it quickly back to boiling.
“Go ahead, you can piss now,” Brown Eyes told me.
I glanced over my shoulder at him and smiled. Then, looking down at the urinal and feeling very naughty, I started pissing.
“It’s working,” I said, clearly surprised that this would do anything but make a mess. It took several minutes before I finished. I drank a lot.
When I was done, I looked up at Brown Eyes, “I need to wipe,” I said, giggling.
“No worries, little lady. One of the stalls just opened up.”
I noticed something at this point, the other men holding my legs ran their hands over my legs, almost touching my cunt.
I started to say something when Brown Eyes spoke. “Let her legs go, guys, so I can help her to the stall so she can wipe.”
They did as they were told, and I found my ass against Brown Eyes again as he continued to caress my breasts.
Wait a second, when did my top come undone? I wondered, looking down as his large hands cupped and squeezed my breasts and nipples. I could feel myself grinding my bare ass against his pants.
Before I could form the question about my top, he picked me up again and carried me to the stall one of the men was holding open for us.
Such nice guys, I thought, smiling at the guy holding the door open.
Brown Eyes put my feet on the floor, facing the toilet, and holding onto me by my waist as I stumbled a little.
I was trying to get the toilet paper out of the dispenser, and I could hear someone behind me laughing.
That’s not nice, I thought, turning my head and looking back to see who was laughing at me.
Brown Eyes was still behind me. “Why don’t you let me help you with that,” he offered to reach under the dispenser and pull out some paper.
“You are such a sweetie,” I told him as I took the paper and folded it a few times before reaching down to wipe. Unfortunately, the second I leaned forward to see what I was doing, I lost my balance again and almost fell.
“Let me help you,” Brown Eyes offered, taking the paper from me. “Just bend over a little and spread your legs.”
Something didn’t seem right, but my mind wasn’t working, so I bent forward, placed my hands on the wall, and spread my legs a little.
I could feel him run the paper through my cunt lips, drying any urine that was left. It felt weird having someone else do this, but I could feel myself starting to respond. This became worse when I realized that he had dropped the paper and just used his fingers.
I involuntarily moaned and spread my legs a little more to give him easier access. The words that Beca floated through my mind about finding someone to get me off. I had not gone down that much from the edge she had left me on.
I bent forward more, resting the side of my head against the wall as I felt first one, then two, fingers slip inside me.
“Oh, fuck,” I mumbled as I pushed my ass up and back, wanting his fingers to go deeper.
Suddenly, I felt his hand leave my cunt, and muttered without thinking, “Please don’t stop.”
I was so close. I started to push back away from the wall when I felt a breath of hot air on my open cunt. Before I could register that, I felt a tongue lick me, starting at my asshole, down to my dripping cunt, stopping as it licked my clit.
“Fuck,” I exclaimed, wanting more, so I leaned back into the wall, pushing my ass back into the face that was doing such an excellent job of moving me closer to a massive orgasm.
I was so close when the tongue pulled away.
“No,” I said, wondering if I wanted this to stop or just wanted the tongue back licking me.
Before I could figure it out, I felt the head of a cock push against my cunt.
“No,” I said again, realizing that while I loved the tongue and gladly cum on it, I didn’t want a cock inside me.
“Shush, baby girl, doesn’t this feel good?” Brown Eyes asked, sliding his dick against my folds, dragging the head from my clit back to my entrance, slowly getting his dick wet with my juices.
“No, please. Fuck. Oh fuck,” I said, trying to figure out what I wanted.
He kept pushing his cock back and forth, dragging the head against me. “Are you sure you want me to quit?” he asked.
“Yes. No. Oh fuck,” I muttered. The seesaw motion was pushing me closer and closer than that cum that Beca had denied me.
“Do you want me to quit?” he asked again, pushing his cock harder against my soaked cunt.
“No,” I said, moving my ass to try to capture the cock that was teasing me.
“Do you want me to fuck you?” he asked, evading my attempt to get his cock inside.
“Yes,” I was beyond any point that my family mattered in this decision. I needed to cum desperately.
“Say it,” he continued to tease me.
“Fuck me,” I said, biting my lip, I think in an attempt to stop the words from escaping.
“Anything for a lady,” he joked, pushing the head of his cock inside. Then he reached around and grabbed my large dangling breasts, twisting my nipples, but not moving.
“Come on,” I begged, moving my ass around, hoping to entice him to fuck me.
“You’re going to have to come and get it, little lady, if you want any more.”
I couldn’t stand it anymore and pushed back, impaling myself on this glorious cock.