Restroom Reluctance

When Mark called and asked me to meet him, I assumed it would be a normal evening. He said he'd meet me in the hotel lobby; we'd have dinner and then take a room. Sounded like what we had done so many times before, and while that was fine with me, I have to admit I was getting bored of the same old stuff. You know same old, same old. But because so far; we always had fun I agreed to yet another meeting. Secretly I hoped he would do something out of the ordinary and not be so straight laced, you know the type stuck on vanilla type sex.

I put on see through lace black panties, too-tight blouse, short blue skirt, black stockings, and my best high heels. He always loved peeking at my nipples and seeing the tops of my stockings. He also really loved having a peek at my pussy whenever my legs parted a little too far. The outfit certainly wouldn't disappoint him.

We met as scheduled in the lobby, and he gave me that same hungry look I've seen so many times before. The look was great but really I wanted something hotter, something that said "Wow baby, can't Wait to get you alone and fuck you every way possible."

Instead we hugged primly and pecked a kiss in greeting and then he took my arm as we headed to the restaurant. I hated to think I was already getting bored. I mean why couldn't grab me passionately and give me a kiss like he meant it... Oh well it was just his way or so I thought at the time.

Is he always going to be this button-down conservative? I was thinking I really needed more. I wasn't sure I would keep dating him and in the back of my mind I thought, "I'll decide tomorrow if I want to continue this; he is, after all, a great fuck, but he's sooo strait-laced."

As we walked to the restaurant, I almost jumped to the ceiling in shock when he put his hand at the bottom of my skirt, lifted it from behind and grabbed my ass. I nearly died when his fingers pushed the skimpy panties away found my asshole. What a shock I felt, when he pushed a digit right up my ass! Right in the hotel lobby!

I spun around to see if anyone was behind us. Was I actually disappointed when I saw the area was empty? And then it was over, as quick as it started almost like he didn't do anything. I looked at him in shock, and he smirked.

Maybe I've underestimated him, I thought. We sat down and started our dinner. It was lovely as always, good food, and good conversation. After the plates were cleared I excused myself to go to the ladies room. I spent a couple of moments in there freshening up, getting myself ready for the fun ahead. My pussy was wet in anticipation. I have to admit that the man always made sure I was satisfied and had a good orgasm.

As I exited the restroom, he was there and grabbed me by the arm, pulling me into the men's room. "What the hell are you doing?" I asked as he pulled me into a stall.

But he was silent. Instead he locked the door, turned me around so that I was facing the toilet and pushed me forward, bending me at the waist. "What, the ..." was all I could say before I felt him lift my skirt and tear my panties, leaving me open and exposed.

Hmmmm, I thought, I have underestimated him, but little did I know by just how much. He fumbled with his pants for a moment before I heard them drop to the floor. Then I felt his cock against me and I wiggled my ass in anticipation. But it wasn't my pussy he was after and I felt his cock press against my asshole. "No, not there," I whispered breathlessly. "Shut up," was his only response, something he had never said before. I was excited and scared at the same time. I had wanted something more and now I was getting it. I was going too get more than I ever imagined. I could smell his male scent, strong like musk and after shave. I felt his cock hard and pulsing pushing at my anus. I started to protest again but he held me down, my hands steadied my body by holding onto the toilet. I made a last effort to get away, although it wasn't a very hard effort. That seemed to make him even more aggressive and suddenly he was smacking my ass, not little love taps, but really smacking my ass hard. Crap I was in trouble and I knew it, but it was making me horny as hell.

I could hear someone snickering outside the door as my ass was being spanked. I was so embarrassed and turned on at the same moment. Being spanked in the men's bathroom wasn't something I had counted on.

"You like that don't you?" He whispered in my ear. My ass was on fire and really beginning to hurt. I tried to wriggle away again, but he was too strong, and with a final slap, he kicked out at my feet, spreading me wider. His cock was soon penetrating my ass. "Noooo," I groaned, but he pushed against me, holding me, taking me, using me. His hands were biting into my hips, holding me tight, spreading me as he plunged his cock all the way in. "Stop, stop," I begged, but it did no good.

This was rape, was all I could think, and I couldn't do anything about it. Finally I gave into his thrusts; the fullness in my ass, and the stretching that was both pain and pleasure. Silently I wept, realizing with embarrassment that I was enjoying it. How could he, and why hadn't he done this long ago. The pounding into my ass continued, long hard strokes, deep and strong. I could feel his cock expanding and I knew he was close. Damn, I thought, just as I was starting to like it.

Then he came, filling my ass with his cum, leaning his body against me. He pulled out of me, lifted his pants, covered my ass again with my skirt, and opened the door.

Three men stood there and applauded, as I turned a bright crimson red and raced out the door. I did get over the embarrassment and Mark and I have been getting together ever since. --

The End