I walked in and immediately regretted it… it was old, and run down. The walls and floors were stained, but seemed clean. You could still smell a hint of javex in the air. “Well at least they attempted to clean it” I said to no one in particular. I tried to lock it, but no luck. “Oh fuck me.”, I sighed as I quickly began weighing my options. I had to piss like a racehorse, and it was stormy and windy outside. Pissing out there was not an option. I quickly undid my pants and sat to pee, hoping the fates would be kind and no one else in the near vicinity picked this moment in time to relieve themselves. I was just finished wiping and about to stand when the door slammed open, catching me with my panties down and my jaw dropped.
He looked at me, shocked for a moment, but then a very slow smirk graced his lips. “Well, well… what do we have here?” My stomach fluttered as he spoke… the rich Irish accent filling my ears and causing my clit to twitch. He licked his lips as he closed the door behind him. “Hello Darlin’.”
I was at a loss… I quickly regained my senses and spoke in a very shaky voice, “I’m just finishing up. I will be out in a minute.” I waited for him to leave me to my privacy, but he just stood there, the smirk now filling his dark eyes that were trained right down on me as he crossed his arms at his chest. My eyes dropped to the floor as I felt the heat of embarrassment spread though my body. “Please leave, or at least turn around so I can get up.”
The rich voice spoke again… lower and more dangerous… “Mmmm Darlin’, You are welcome to stand up anytime you want to, but I am not going anywhere.”
I didn’t dare look up. To my shock and dismay, I could feel my cunt pulse and flood at the idea of this man seeing me half naked. I did not want him to see in my eyes how much power he was holding over me at this moment. I hesitated for just a second to think when his hand came into my lower field of vision. “May I?” My eyes snapped up to his. They were different, almost kind. But somewhere in them lurked a dark deep danger that made me ache and throb and SO fucking wet. He did not wait for me to take his hand, and instead shot his out and grabbed my wrist, pulling me up hard and holding me against him… his free arm around my throat in a head lock and his other hand gripping my wrist.
I opened my mouth to scream just as he moved his hand over it, kicking my shorts out from underneath my feet. He let go of my wrist just long enough to rip the panties from around my thighs and shove them in my mouth. He looked up in the mirror and smiled, holding my wrists tightly as he turned to place the hook in the eye at the top of the door. In my haste to pee, I didn’t see it.
I was really beginning to wish I had.
His free hand now moved quickly back to my wrist as I stood trapped between him and the cracked vanity. His leg was lodged between my naked thighs and he brought his knee up as he ground his leg against my dampening pussy. I tried to twist out of his grasp, but he had me trapped. He growled low and menacing as he brought both my wrists together behind my back, holding them tightly in one of his strong hands. He pulled on my arms, causing me to let out a muffled cry of pain. “Fight me too much, and you will end up with something either dislocated or broken.” His breath was hot on my neck as he leaned in and sank his teeth into the fleshy top of my shoulder. I whimpered and tried to drop my body away, only to be held in place by his grip on my wrists and his leg lodged hard between mine. “Just don’t give up completely, baby… I like my fucks with a little life in them!”
I panicked, finally realizing what he intended to do. In the whirl of things, I had hoped he was just trying to scare me. Well, now I was terrified. I tried to twist and get away as he held me with one hand and undid the zipper on his jeans with the other and pulling out his rock hard cock. He bought his knee up forcibly against my aching cunt making hard contact and sending jolts of pain though out my body. He laughed at my whimpering as he slapped his cock against my ass cheeks. “Aww darlin’… I’m going to give you a fucking you are going to tell your grandkids about.” And with that he forced his way into my tight cunt… thrusting his hard cock deep and bottoming out against my cervix on the first try. “You are so fucking wet, slut… you wanted this just as much if not more than I did.” He continued to hold my wrists pulling back on my arms as his fingers dug into my hip. “Fuck yes… you are so god-damned tight, whore. Maybe I’ll be the one bragging to my grandkids about the hot little slut I found in a gas station john.” He continued to pound my tight cunt, filling me and fucking me harder and better than I had ever had or dreamed of having. Sliding in and out, covered in my thick cream… going deeper and stretching farther than anyone before him. Bottoming out against my bruising cervix with each hard thrust. The only noises were the slurping of my slicked cunt, his grunts and growls, and my whimpers. I could feel my orgasm build as he pushed my hips harder into the vanity. I didn’t want to cum… I didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of being able to take me there, but my body was deceiving me. I bit down hard on the panties in my mouth and tried not to scream or beg as my cunt began to twitch.
It didn’t matter… he knew.
His low growl told me that he could feel every ripple and quiver as he was buried in my tight wet cunt. He grabbed my hair, pulled my head back and licked my ear before chuckling, “Cum for me slut… show me what a good little whore you really are!” He yanked hard on my hair and once again marked my neck.
The words… the ferociousness of his bites… his feral thrusts culminated in the most intense orgasm of my life. My pussy flooded around his cock as the muscles clamped down on him, causing him to cry out. He pulled back and thrust back in hard as he exploded deep in my shaking cunt. His grip loosened, but only slightly as he still held me trapped between his panting body and the vanity. I felt his cock slide from my wet pussy and the combined juices ran down the inside of my thighs. He gently kissed the mark he had made on my neck, holding my wrists with one hand and reaching back to unhook the latch with the other.
“Thank you, Darlin’. That just made my day.” He chuckled as he pushed his spent cock back into his jeans, turning, opening the door and leaving without so much as a backward glance.
I stood there for a moment in complete shock before jumping to re-latch the hook and eye. I finally spat the panties out as I collapsed against the vanity. I looked at my self in the mirror… eyes glazed and lips red… a dark purple mark on my neck and finger bruises on my hip. After a few minutes of just breathing, I cleaned up the still running ooze from my bruised pussy and sticky legs. I splashed some cold water on my face and retrieved my shorts from the corner of the bathroom where they had gotten kicked. I took a deep breath, unlatched the hook and walked out of the bathroom and towards the car.
I got in gingerly as to not further aggravate my bruised flesh.
I turned to the deep Irish voice coming from the driver’s seat and grimaced.
He chuckled, “You wanted it… I warned you.”
I smirked, “Do you hear me complaining, my Lord?”
“No, babygirl…” he smiled as he put the car into gear, “you know better than to do that.”