Bathroom bang

The entire evening she’s been flirting with me. We’re friends so I knew she’s known for sleeping with women and not calling. Not a problem with me seeing as I already have a partner who will be calling me tomorrow. She is away so she said I could play.

My friend, the flirt, she follows me into the bathroom and we slam into each other’s mouths it seems. We move to a stall and I pull down her pants and lift her onto the back of the toilet tank. I bury my face into her sex. God, she tastes good. I’m fucking her with my mouth so hard that she inches up the wall higher and higher. I lift her thighs over my shoulders and I feel like I am being smothered by her pussy. I am loving every moment of it. She comes violently and lays limp atop my shoulders, my hair entangled between her fingers, and my face dripping of her.

After taking a moment to compose herself, she hops down and pins me against the bathroom stall door. She kneels before me and lifts my skirt up, tucking it into my waistband and out of the way. She kisses my pussy through my lace panties, first softly and sweet, then harder and forcefully. So forceful that, when she pulls a knife from her back pocket I am almost scared. Almost. She takes the knife and slices my panties off, tucking them into her pocket for keeps. Pulling my shirt up, she traces each of my nipples softly with the tip of the knife, and then pulls it down towards my navel, slightly breaking the skin.

She puts the knife away and places her fingers on my clit for a moment before she plunges 3 fingers into my slick cunt. She’s finger-fucking me hard against the stall door; I can feel it bend with each thrust. I plead for her to add another finger and she does, much to my delight. I want all of her inside me. As I climax I can feel the walls of my pussy clamp down over her fingers so hard that it’s difficult for her to keep them inside me. I can see the muscles in her forearm flex as she struggles to keep from slipping out. I grab her neck and bite down hard to keep from screaming, trying to maintain as much privacy as one can whilst fucking in a bar bathroom stall. Coming down from coming, I untuck my skirt and slip my feet back into my heels, which must have fallen off sometime during our encounter,

When I slip out of the bathroom stall, another woman enters and I try to stifle the smile crossing my face.