A trip to the museam bathroom results in much more than I had bargained for.
A solitary security guard dozing in a corner, and a few distant, muffled, whispers were the only signs of life in the gallery. Truth be told I was only there to use the facilities, modern art was lost on me.
I crept down the corridor, hoping my echoing footsteps wouldn't draw any attention to the fact I was only there to relieve myself. Reaching the safety of the bathrooms I slipped through the door and into one of a handful of unisex cubicles. I unzipped my fly, took out my impressive member and pissed like a racehorse.
There was a certain swing in my step as I left the cubicle and began washing my hands in one of the communal sinks. To my suprise another cubicle door opened and a slender, slightly timed looking, brunette walked out.
She was a pretty little thing, in her late twenties or early thirties, with silken brown hair that reached just below her shoulders. She caught my eye for a brief moment and gave me a shy, retreating smile. I returned the favour, beaming at her whilst taking the opportunity to admire her full lips and high cheekbones.
“You eyeing up my wife?” The accusation came from behind me and I swivelled around to find a squat, red faced man staring up at me with two beady little eyes.
He must have been a foot shorter than me, balding, and fat enough that he probably struggled to see his own cock.
I looked back at the woman who I presumed was his wife. A picture of loveliness. She averted her gaze, clearly embarrassed about the whole situation. It was obvious that the man had some deep seated insecurities, but I wasn't about to let him talk to me like that, even in front of his partner.
“Yes, I am eyeing up you wife,” I replied, looking the weasel of a man straight in the eye.
His expression changed almost immediately, the unbridled anger was gone, replaced with a thin smile that spread across his face like an infection.
“You want to fuck her?” he asked, licking his lips.
It took a moment for me to process, but I had definitely heard him correctly.
My gaze moved to the woman, who had obviously seen the hesitance in my face, she gave an enthusiastic nod of encouragement.
I didn't have a clue what was going on, but I wasn't about to pass up the chance to have sex with this beautiful young woman in front of her husband.
“Yes,” I began, “I want to fuck your wife.”
The man turned to the woman and nodded his head in my direction. Dutifully she reached under her skirt with two hands and dropped a pair of black panties to the floor. She stepped out of them, retrieved the tiny garment, then walked over to me, panties in hand. It was the slow, seductive walk of someone confident in showing off their body, coupled with the shy, submissive glances of a woman who liked a man to take charge.
She put the panties on the sink next to me, almost like an offering, then knelt down before me and began to undo my fly. All the while her big brown eyes looking up at me, as if searching for approval. I looked down at the panties and was almost certain I could set a damp patch on the crotch, I had no doubt she was enjoying herself.
At that moment I felt her hand reach into my pants, and get a hold of my increasingly large member. I could see from her expression that she was excited by the size.
I decided to give her a hand and in one movement pushed my trousers and briefs to the ground, giving her a complete view of my impressive manhood.
I’m not ridiculously big, but at almost seven and a half inches, with girth to match, it can't be claimed I’ve ever left a woman disappointed. This one was clearly impressed, her mouth hanging aghast in both shock and awe as the tip of my erection hung mere millimetres from her soft wet lips.
I didn’t need to offer any kind of encouragement for her to try and take me in her mouth. She started slowly, the warmth of her lips around my head was intoxicating, I could feel her tongue exploring my shaft as she bopped back and forth. She was trying her best to fit as much as she could inside her, but could barely make it halfway. It didn’t matter, she made up for it though sheer eagerness, sucking me like her life depended on it. She wrapped one hand around my shaft while the other reached up and cupped my balls.
All the while she kept her eye fixated on me, as if to ensure that I was enjoying every moment. I took her head in both hands, and pulled it gently towards me, seeing if she could take any more.To my left I could see the woman's husband was watching red faced, a curious mix of excitement and embarrassment.
I guess he got off watching another man enjoy his wife, to be frank I was enjoying it too. Having this pathetic little man watch his wife bobbing on my cock made me feel eight foot tall. I couldn't wait to see his face as I fucked her.
Clearly the thought had entered her mind too, as she slowed her pace before extricating my cock from her mouth. She used her tongue one last time, licking every inch of my shaft so it was good and wet.
I looked over to her husband once again, keen to see his reaction as his wife eagerly lubed up my manhood. He was now frantically trying to remove his own trousers, with his eyes fixed on my engorged penis. He finally managed to undo his belt, and let his trousers fall to the floor.
I let out an involuntary snigger when he finally unleashed his tiny cock. It couldn't have been more than four inches long, and pathetically thin. He'd obviously shaved his pubes in an attempt to make it seem bigger, but this simply had the unfortunate consequence of making it appear more like boy’s than a man’s. With two fingers he began to play with himself.
His wife had now turned her back to me, and placed two hands on the wall in front of us.
I didn't require any further invitation and, squatting down a little, I let my two hands explore her shapely, smooth legs. I Raised them further, taking her skirt with them, and exposing a firm, milky white ass. Instinctively I grabbed it with my right hand, and was rewarded with a quiet whimper of excitement from the woman. She took this at a prompt to widen the gap between her feet, spreading her legs and giving me a view of her most intimate area.
I couldn’t resist any longer, and lined up my cock with her, then very, very slowly pressed my engorged head against her most personal of holes. I could feel her wetness immediately, there was no doubt how excited she was.
She let out a gasp as I entered her, and I slowed down even further to at to ease her into it. She splayed her hands against the wall and let out a long, guttural moan of approval as my cock moved further inside.
“Oh God!” She exclaimed, “it’s so big.” I was only half way.
I looked over to her husband again, he stood motionless and wide-eyed as I stretched his wife. His cock, what little there was of it, was standing to attention, but so enthralled was he with the sight of me inside his wife he had stopped touching himself.
She felt amazing, perfectly tight, I couldn’t wait to fill her completely.
“Oh fuck,” she panted, as I continued pushing myself in, “there can't be more.”
With that comment I let her have the final half inch, and was rewarded with another almighty moan.
I took a moment to enjoy the sight of manhood buried deep inside a beautiful lady that I had met all of five minutes ago..
“How do I compare to your husband?” I asked with a grin.
“I can barely feel when he is inside me, you, you make me feel like a virgin.” She took a deep breath, obviously stilll aclimatising to my girth, “your cock, it’s amazing.” I felt a swell of pride as I heard the words. The little man next to me had also reacted, his tiny penis pointing to attention with renewed vigor as he began touching himself again. I couldn’t believe how much he was enjoying being insulted like this. There was a certain hesitancy to his actions and I realised he was desperately trying to stop himself from blowing his load. A tiny cock, and no staying power, I couldn’t say that I was suprised.
Very slowly I began to withdraw my cock, enjoying every inch of her perfectly tight hole. Goosebumps appeared on her skin, and in the reflection in the mirror in front of us our eyes met. I could see excitement, and perhaps a little trepidation there, but I couldn't wait any longer, I needed to have her completely. I pushed myself back in, harder this time, eliciting a short, sharp scream in the process.
“Are you ready to be fucked for the first time?” I whispered in her ear.
“Yes, oh god yes. Please fuck me like my husband can’t.” She made no attempt to conceal the words.
I tried to start slow, but something animal inside me took over and within seconds I was thrusting with all my heart.
She was moaning in unison, bucking her hips against me and begging for more. I pulled at her dress with such force the straps broke. I could still see her in the mirror, and with another yank I watched as her firm breasts broke free and began bouncing in time with us. Her hard pink nipples now exposed for all the world to see.
I felt her pussy tighten, and then her whole body grew taught, “don't stop,” she pleaded, “please don't stop”.
For a brief moment it felt like time stood still, and then her nubile body started convulsing as she moaned loud enough that the whole museum must have heard.
“I'm cumming!” She screamed, with such fervour that it might have been her first time. I kept going, fucking her as hard as I could, reveling in the fact I had given this woman an orgasm so quickly, whilst her husband probably never had. She finally slowed her movement against me, and her breathing returned to something resembling normality, although her body continued to shake. I withdrew myself to give her a moment to recover.
Eventually she turned to look at me, pulling her dress to the floor as she did so, letting me marvel at her perfect body for the first time.
Milky white skin, large, firm breasts tipped with hard, pink nipples, a tiny little waist with completely flat stomach, long, slender legs, and there, in the middle, a waxed clean pussy.
I pulled her towards me and kissed her passionately, our tongues explored each other's mouths while she jumped up on the bathroom counter and opened her legs for me once again.
“Cum inside me,” she asked, staring me in the eyes, “I want to feel you unload inside me, no condom, nothing to ruin it, just our skin together, and your seed in me.” Her husband was still there watching, but neither of us cared anymore.
She lent back on the sideboard whilst I pushed myself in once again, beginning a slow rhythm, while my hands explored every part of her, her neck, her shoulders, her soft, perfect tits, and that toned flat stomach, all felt amazing.
We were slower this time, but somehow it was more intense, my speed traded for a different kind of determination, to bring us as close as possible, to feel every part of her against me, and revel in every movement inside her.
I placed my hands under her tight little ass, and leaned forward. She flung her arms around my neck, allowing me to lift her up upright while she continued to bounce on my dick. WE kissed again while I pulled her body tightly against mine, I could feel her nipples pressed against my chest, her slim legs wrapped around me, and her soft lips against mine.
It didn’t take long before I could feel her second orgasm building, and with that mine too. Within moments I felt her tighten once again, her hands grabbing at me desperately, while in my ear her breathing grew deep and rushed.
My cock began to harden further, the unmistakable feeling of an impending orgasm, and then in one almighty crescendo the two of us found our folly. Again and again I unloaded inside her, reaching new heights of pleasure as I pressed her nakedness against me. She moaned frantically, “cum inside me,” she repeated, again and again.
It was one of the longest orgasms I had ever experienced, and by the time it was over I was well and truly spent.
Our sweaty bodies parted, and once again I got to look down at her beauty and I withdrew from her. She opened her legs wide as a parting gift, letting me watch as my seed ran down her inner thigh. Her husband was watching too, I had almost forgotten about him. He stood naked from the waist down, still clutching at himself, his right hand sticky with a pathetic dribble of his own mess.
I looked at him with disdain, “go clear up your wife,” I jeered.
He looked back at me like a lost puppy, then nodded his head without a word. His wife didn’t take her eyes off me as her husband knelt down and began licking her clean. I put my clothes back on, then gave her a wink as I walked out of the bathroom. The last thing I saw was the woman close her eyes as she pushed her husband's head between her legs.