An Amazing Deflowering in a Man's Toilet - Sex Stories

An Amazing Deflowering in a Man's Toilet

... occupied, I continued doing what I was doing. I could hear the men laughing and someone coughed loudly, it sounded very male and as if almost outside the cubicle where I sat, but all that did was add to the surreality of what was going on in my mind, I removed my top, my brassiere and laid them to the side of the pan and fingered myself like crazy. My hands were flowing over my nude body, I was exciting myself and getting closer to that primal urge release, when that same cough interrupted my plunging fingers, and to my horror I looked up to see six men peering over the top of my cubicle, all holding cameras and filming. I turned and reached down for my discarded clothes, my nudity was suddenly glaring and not as sexual as my mind had conjured up for my fantasy, but there were no clothes there, even my panties were gone, there was nothing to cover myself with, then I looked up, the men had them, and my panties were in the mouth of one man, I froze in shock. 'What's it to be little girl'? I was shivering and huddled-up, the man with my panties had opened them up and was licking the gusset, where my pussy sat when I wore them, 'Six blow-jobs, or the internet', someone said menacingly, 'Not to mention not having any clothes to wear either', someone else said thickly. I looked at the bolted door ahead of me, my eyes slowly went upwards and rested on the brass bolt, to reach out and throw that bolt would invite those leering men inside to do as they pleased with me. I stood up and ...

... felt my knees give way, then I felt their hands touch my hair, and one ugly brute took a handful and yanked my head up, 'Open the fucking door and we will give to you for real', he said. Our eyes were locked as I stared deeply into his black soul, suddenly I felt a calmness descend over me, I did not know just how many men were there, but I felt I could take them, 'Let go my hair', I said serenely, and he did, and I stood back, still looking at this particular man. I raised my right arm and pointed to him with my raised fore finger, and then, as if gaining the upper hand, I surprised myself and said, 'You can be first', and as I looked challenging at him, I saw the bl**d drain from his face, as he slipped from his high point and disappeared from view, that old flame of passion between my legs had returned, I was on fire again as I looked at each man in turn, I heard the knock on the cubicle door and I turned and put my hand on the brass snibb and started to draw it open I looked up at all the silent faces and phones pointing at my nakedness and virginal body, they would record my deflowerment and more, and I felt excited by it, the snibb was now loose and the door swinging open, once again I closed my eyes and bent over with both hands on the pan seat, my legs straight and wide apart. I heard the door close and the sound of a man's belt buckle become undone, a zipper and the sound of pants being pushed down. His big hands clasped my small hips as he centred my stance, 'Go on ...