The Devil's Pact, Tales from the Best Buy Incident: Obsession - Sex Stories

The Devil's Pact, Tales from the Best Buy Incident: Obsession

... the men's room door, reaching for it, when it swung open, and the stranger stood before me. His watery eyes lit up when he saw me. My passions exploded, and I just threw my arms around his neck, kissing him. He stiffened in surprise, then relaxed and started kissing me back. I pushed him through the bathroom door, attacking him, pouncing on him like a hunting cat on her prey. I needed that cock in me so bad. I pulled him into the middle of the three stalls. I bent over the toilet, resting my elbows on the tank, and waggled my ass at him. He needed no encouragement, and just pulled up my skirt. I wore a pair of see through, black panties, and I gasped as he roughly pulled them down. The bathroom door banged open and a woman laughed. “I need you to fuck me, stud,” she cooed. “What about your husband, Erin?” the guy asked. “I want to fuck you, not him,” Erin moaned. “Hurry, in here.” They entered the last stall, kissing and moaning. I turned back and looked at my obsession, at his hard cock sticking out. “Stick it in,” I hissed. “I need it so bad!” I felt him rub his cock on my nether lips, the anticipation killing me. Please God, just fuck me already! The head of his cock found my wet hole, just starting to push in, when the bathroom door opened and another man and woman stumbled in kissing and moaning. He froze again. “Seriously,” I whispered, and gave a hiss of frustration. The new couple got into the first stall, and the woman moaned like a banshee as the man just pounded ...

... away at her cunt. God, I wished my obsession would fuck me hard like that. Marshal would never have frozen in this situation; he once fucked me in the bathroom at a Seahawk's game, not caring that the restroom was full of guys. Well, if he wouldn't fuck me, I'd take care of business. I shoved my hips back and drove his cock into me. It was long, hard, filling me up. And it was such a huge disappointment. It was like Christmas, grabbing grandma's present, tearing open the wrapping paper, fumbling with far too much tape, and finding a pair of socks. Not any of the pretty clothes you asked for, but a pair of ugly, badly knitted socks. This is what I've been obsessing over? This average dick. He may have been a little longer than my husband, a tiniest bit wider, but not much bigger. Fuck, the vibrator I bought was bigger! The guy started fucking me; it was alright, like when my husband fucked me these days. No, my husband knew how to fuck me, how to hit the spots that made me purr. He just pounded away, not caring about my pleasure, and grunting like a pig every time he bottomed out in me. God, this was a mistake. I was cheating on my husband and not even enjoying it. In the stalls on either side of us, the women sounded like they were getting the greatest sex of their lives, moaning like banshees. My excitement melted away, this was so wrong. I shouldn't be doing this. “Fuck me! Oh, fuck me hard! Umm, your cock is filling me up, stud!” Erin screamed. “I'm going to explode! Oh ...