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How I panted and gave moans of delight. How I rocked back and forth with the thrusts of his cock. How I shoved myself back onto his gorgeous, big, hard cock in response to his own lustful thrusts.
It was all over in a couple of minutes. It had been so crude and dirty, fucked like a whore, with no love only sexual desire.
I felt both lustful and frustrated as the guy pulled away and began pulling his pants up. I did, in a way, feel excited satisfaction at having done such an obscene, crude thing, but I'd really wanted more fucking.
I pulled my panties up and was adjusting my skirt when I jumped with fright at hearing a voice just above my head, saying, "how was the slut, a good fuck?"
I looked up staring in disbelief. A guy was looking over the adjoining wall of the cubicle, and had apparently been watching us fucking.
The guy who had taken me there, also looked up in surprise, but then simply broke into a grin and answered, "Yeh, she fucks like a whore."
I felt myself blush with shame, but at the same time felt so lustful at the crudeness of the way I was being looked upon by these two men.
The man disappeared from his position looking over the wall.
The guy that I was with slipped the bolt of the door. I moved closer to him and took his hand for protection, ready for us to quickly get out of the toilet and away from there.
On opening the door however, our way was blocked by, not only the man who had watched over the wall, but two others as well.
I didn't consider it at the time, but later on knew that these other two must have been watching through the cracks at the edge of the door.
Anyhow, on us opening the door of the cubicle, one of these men outside said, in a tone which implied that it was the obvious thing to do, "my turn next."
My mind wasn't functioning normally in this extreme situation which was totally outside my level of experience. I moved to make a run for it out of the toilet, but the guy who's hand I'd taken for protection, now hung on to me tightly. "Why not," he laughed.
This took literally no more than a few seconds, during which fleeting time I hardly had time to think, even if I could have thought straight.
A moment later I was being bent over and my panties were down around my thighs again.
I felt hands on my waist, and then a cock plunging into my sperm filled pussy.
"Oh my God," I gasped, my fear being assuaged by my feelings of surging lust as I was being fucked by this guy who's face I'd hardly glimpsed.
They'd not even taken me back into the cubicle, and there I was being fucked dog fashion, with the other three men all around me.
As I say, the new guy was fucking me in absolutely no time flat, and while it was happening I'd seen one of the other men opening the front of his pants and lifting a magnificent hard cock into view. "Let's fuck her mouth," this guy said, moving in front of me.
The man who'd originally taken me there, released my hand which he'd still been holding firmly, and I then clutched the other guy's legs and eagerly took his beautiful. gorgeous big cock into my mouth and began sucking up and down its entire length, working my tongue over and around the hard, bulbous head of it.
I became oblivious to everything but the cocks that were fucking my mouth and pussy. I lurched about impaled on the cocks as I was thrust around with the hard, driving thrusts of the man fucking me from behind.
"What the hell" I heard someone exclaim, and I realised that it was two men who had just entered the toilet block.
"Who's the slut?" one of them asked as they came up. "Just some fucking whore I picked up," my original adulterer replied. "Her husband's out in the stands watching the game," he added with a laugh.
The man fucking my pussy began moaning loudly and lustfully as he pummelled my slurping vagina which was sending trickles of sperm and my own lustful juices down the insides of my thighs. He clutched my back and panted with exhaustion. I knew that his sperm had filled my pussy.
In just a moment he released his grip on my body and withdrew his satisfied cock. Almost without pause, I felt a new man take his position and probe my oh so sloppy pussy with his hard, rigid cock.
My mind reeled. "Oh my God," I thought to myself. I'd read stories of this sort of thing, but surely they weren't true, and yet here it was actually happening. How many men now - it was four wasn't it, my brain tried to determine through the tumult of thoughts that were swirling about.
These thoughts were brought to an abrupt halt by the guy who was fucking my mouth, suddenly grasping my head and nearly choking me with his cock which he pushed right to my throat as it gushed it's tacky cum in copious amounts.
After this satisfied guy then pulling out, I barely had time to swallow down his sperm and to get my breath before a new cock was presented for me to suck.
I was sure more men had arrived. There seemed to be so many milling around me.
"I'm going to fuck the slut up her ass," I heard one crude comment. It didn't happen immediately, but when my pussy was again adulterated with another supply of cum, and I knew that someone else was preparing to mount me, I felt two hands on the cheeks of my bottom, pressing them apart, and then, after it plunging into my sloppy pussy for lubrication, the feeling of a cock pressing on my tight anus which, after a little resistance, opened up to accommodate this new, hard cock right deep within my rectal tunnel.
My mind and body wallowed in the filth and depravity of the situation as more and more men fucked me. I've no idea how many, I think more than ten.
I felt wonderful. I felt dirty. I certainly felt full of men's sperm.
I loved the snatches of dirty talk that my brain managed to process. I loved the way I was referred to as "the dirty slut." Under normal circumstances I'd have been horrified to be called such names, but under these circumstances I revelled in it. One can after all, be called a slut as an insult or as a compliment.
The events of that experience, afterwards seemed confused in my memory. I've no definite recollection of how it came to end. All I recall is that same guy who had taken me there, eventually taking me by the hand and leading me out.
I spent some time in the ladies, cleaning myself up and fixing my hair. There was no sign of the guy when I came out, so I then made my way back to the stands, wondering what my husband would say about my long absence.
"Where have you been?" he asked, taking his eyes from the game for a moment. "Oh, I had a coffee and have been sitting up the back," I answered, trying to sound normal, but aware that I was blushing.
My husband seemed to take no notice, and simply turned back to watching the game.
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Later, when the game was finished and my husband's team had won, he asked whether I'd enjoyed the day.
"Oh yes," I said smiling to myself, "I had a wonderful time."
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On the Monday, Rob came home from work and told me, "the guys at work were telling me that, at the game on Saturday, there was a whore turning it on in one of the men's toilets.
Can you believe that? They swear that it's true though, the brother of one of the guys was involved. What sort of a woman would do something like that though?" then, answering his own question, he said, "some filthy, depraved whore I guess."
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