Stacey’s Cum Filled Toilet Adventure

Stacey adjusted her skirt, feeling the cool air against her smooth legs as she walked along the secluded hiking trail. The sun was setting, casting long shadows through the trees, and the sound of her high heels clicking against the dirt path echoed slightly in the quiet evening. Her mind was racing with thoughts of cock, as it often did, and today was no different. She needed to find someone, anyone, to satisfy her craving for sex.

Her phone buzzed in her hand, and she answered it with a smile, recognizing her friend’s contact. “Hey, what’s up?” she asked, her voice soft and feminine.

“Just wondering if you’ve found any fun lately,” came the reply, a teasing lilt in the voice on the other end.

Stacey sighed, her free hand playing with her long brown hair. “Not really. I’m getting bored of the usual spots. You know any new places?”

There was a pause, then her friend spoke again, excitement creeping into his tone. “Actually, yeah. There’s this public toilet near a hiking trail. It’s usually quiet this time of year, but you know how it is—always some guys looking for a bit of fun.”

Stacey’s interest piqued. “Really? Where abouts?”

“Just off the main trail, a bit hidden. You can’t miss it,” he replied. “Give it a shot. Might be just what you need.”

Ending the call, Stacey quickened her pace, her heels now almost dancing along the path. As she turned a corner, the outline of a small building came into view, tucked away among the trees. The sign, barely legible, confirmed it was the restroom her friend had mentioned.

She pushed open the door, the hinges squeaking in protest, and stepped inside. The place was dimly lit, the few bulbs flickering overhead doing little to dispel the gloom. The musty smell of old concrete and neglect hung heavy in the air.

As her eyes adjusted, she saw a figure leaning against the wall by the sinks. An older man, his eyes appraising her as she entered. He pushed off the wall, a sly grin spreading across his face. “Looking for fun?” he asked, his voice gravelly.

Stacey felt a thrill run through her. “Absolutely,” she replied, her own smile widening. Without another word, they both moved towards one of the stalls, the man following her lead.

Inside the cramped space, Stacey turned to face him, her hands already working at his belt. She heard the clink of metal as his zipper lowered, and then his cock was in her hand, warm and inviting. She sank to her knees, her long hair brushing against his thighs as she took him into her mouth.

The man groaned, his hands gripping her hair lightly as she bobbed her head up and down, taking him deeper with each movement. She loved the feel of a cock in her throat, the way it filled her, the taste of pre-cum on her tongue.

After a few minutes of this, the man’s breathing grew heavier, and he pulled back abruptly. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum,” he gasped, and Stacey tightened her lips around him, eager for the load.

He erupted, his cum filling her mouth, hot and thick. She swallowed greedily, milking every last drop from him until he was spent. With a final shudder, he pulled out, zipping up quickly before leaving without a word, his footsteps fading into the night.

Stacey stayed on her knees, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, tasting the remnants of his seed. She stood up, adjusting her clothing, when the door swung open again. A younger man entered, his eyes locking onto hers immediately. He was handsome, with chiseled features and a confident stride.

She leaned against the stall door, watching him approach. “Fancy some?” she purred, her voice sultry.

He grinned, nodding as he reached her. Without a word, she turned, bending over the toilet seat, her skirt hiked up to reveal her bare ass. She heard him spit, the sound wet and anticipatory, and then felt the cool glide of saliva on her puckered hole.

He pressed forward, his cock pushing into her, stretching her wide. Stacey moaned, her hands gripping the sides of the toilet as he began to thrust, each stroke harder than the last. She felt him slap her ass, the sting mingling with the pleasure of being filled so completely.

His rhythm increased, the sounds of their bodies meeting echoing off the tiled walls. Stacey could feel her own arousal building, despite her chastity device preventing any direct stimulation. All she wanted was to please him, to feel him reach his peak inside her.

“I’m close,” he grunted, his voice strained with effort.

Stacey pushed back against him, urging him on. “Yes, fill me,” she whispered, her voice breathless.

With a final deep thrust, he came, his body shuddering as he emptied himself into her. Stacey felt the warmth spread inside her, a satisfied sigh escaping her lips as he slowed, then withdrew.

He pulled up his pants hurriedly, zipping up as he muttered a hurried “Thanks,” before disappearing out the door, leaving Stacey alone once more, her body still tingling from the encounter.

She straightened, turning to face the door just as it opened again. Another man stood there, younger still, his eyes curious and a bit nervous. Stacey smiled, her desire unquenched, and beckoned him in with a flick of her finger.

Stacey’s eyes sparkled with anticipation as she watched the new man enter the cubicle. His nervousness was palpable, but there was a hunger in his gaze that matched her own desires. She reached out, taking his hand and guiding him closer.

“I need more,” she breathed, her voice husky with arousal. “Kiss me.”

He hesitated for a moment, then leaned in, their lips meeting in a soft, exploratory touch. Stacey moaned into the kiss, her tongue darting out to tease his lips open. As their tongues danced together, she felt a surge of heat between her legs, a reminder of her unfulfilled need.

Breaking the kiss, she looked up at him, her eyes dark with desire. “Rim my ass,” she commanded, her voice firm yet inviting. “Make me wet for you.” Already knowing her ass was glazed in cum from the last guy.

The man nodded, his hands already moving to her hips. He knelt down, his face level with her exposed ass, the sight of her smooth, inviting curves making his breath catch in his throat. He leaned forward, his tongue flicking out to taste her, the texture of her skin against his tongue sending shivers down his spine. He definitely must have known that she had cum from another guy all over her ass but this seemed to turn him on more.

Stacey gasped, her hands gripping the sides of the toilet as his tongue delved deeper, circling her puckered entrance. The sensation was electrifying, a mix of pleasure and vulnerability that made her heart race. She pushed back against his face, urging him on, craving more of his attention.

“Yes, like that,” she murmured, her voice trembling with need. “Oh yes.”

His tongue worked its magic, lapping at her, exploring every inch of her sensitive flesh. Stacey felt herself growing wetter, her body responding to his ministrations despite her chastity device. She wanted him inside her, filling her completely, but first, she needed this intimate connection, this claiming of her most private place.

After what felt like an eternity, he pulled back, his eyes glazed with lust. Stacey turned to face him, her legs shaky from the intensity of the experience. She took his face in her hands, kissing him deeply, tasting herself on his lips.

“Now, fuck me,” she demanded, her voice thick with urgency. “Hard and deep.”

Without waiting for a response, she bent over the toilet again, presenting herself to him. He positioned himself behind her, his cock hard and ready, glistening with saliva from their previous efforts. He pressed against her entrance, slowly pushing in, the tightness of her grip around him making him groan with pleasure.

Stacey bit her lip, the initial stretch giving way to a deep, throbbing pleasure as he filled her completely. He began to move, his thrusts slow and deliberate at first, then building in speed and force. Each impact sent waves of sensation through her, her body clenching around him, desperate for release.

“Faster,” she begged, her voice ragged. “Don’t stop.”

He obliged, his pace increasing until they were both gasping for air, the sound of their bodies meeting echoing off the tiled walls. Stacey could feel the pressure building, her orgasm hovering just out of reach, tantalizingly close.

“I’m going to cum,” he panted, his voice strained with effort.

Stacey tightened her grip around him, her body quivering with anticipation. “Yes, give it to me,” she whispered, her voice barely above a moan. “Fill me up.”

With a final, powerful thrust, he came, his body shuddering as he spilled himself deep inside her. Stacey cried out, her own climax crashing over her as she felt his warmth spread within her, a testament to their shared passion.

They collapsed against each other, their breaths mingling in the small space. Stacey felt drained yet fulfilled, her body still humming with the aftershocks of their intense encounter. She turned to look at him, her eyes softening with gratitude.

“Thank you,” she murmured, her fingers tracing lazy patterns on his chest. “That was… incredible.”

He smiled, his hand reaching up to caress her cheek. “Anytime,” he replied, his voice thick with emotion.

As she was preparing to leave the cubicle, Stacey couldn’t help but wonder who might walk through the door next. Her desire was insatiable, her quest for sexual satisfaction unending. With a sly grin, she adjusted her clothing, her mind already racing with thoughts of who might be next to satisfy her cravings.