Middle Eastern guy gets long blowjob in a public toilet
Title: “A Desperate Deed in a Public Loo”
The man, a strapping Middle Eastern fellow with dark, smoldering eyes and a neatly trimmed beard, strode purposefully into the bustling public restroom. His gaze darted around the tiled room, taking in the row of gleaming urinals, the intervaling stalls, and the disinterested faces of the other patrons as they attended to their business. He needed a moment of reprieve from the chaos of the city outside, a quick fix to satisfy his aching needs before diving back into the daily grind.
As he surveyed the empty stalls, a sudden idea sparked in his mind, a naughty impulse that sent a shiver down his spine. He locked the door of the last stall, nestled in the far corner of the room, and waited. Minutes ticked by, the noise of running water and flushing toilets fading into white noise as anticipation coiled in his gut.
Just as he was about to abandon his plan, a hint of movement caught his eye. A young woman, clad in a modest black abaya and hijab, slipped into the stall next to him. Her head remained bowed as she closed the door behind her, seemingly lost in thought. The man’s pulse quickened.
“Excuse me, miss,” he called out tentatively, voice barely above a whisper. “I, uh, I couldn’t help but notice you. You’re very beautiful.”
Startled, the woman’s head shot up, eyes wide with surprise. “What?” she gasped, taking a step back. “You can’t- we can’t-”
But the man persisted, emboldened by her hesitation. “Please, I just need a moment. I’m desperate,” he pleaded, a(c)kneeling down to the small gap between their stalls for emphasis. “I can’t stop thinking about you.”
The woman’s cheeks flushed, a mix of embarrassment and longing battling for dominance. She bit her lip, weighing her options. Finally, with a deep breath, she kneeled down beside him, eyeing his crotch with a hunger she couldn’t suppress.
“Do you promise this won’t take long?” she whispered, fingers already working at his belt buckle.
“I promise,” he breathed, pressing himself against the cool metal divider. “I just need your touch.”
She freed his hardening cock, a soft moan escaping her lips as she appraised it. Wasting no time, she wrapped her delicate hand around his shaft, guiding it to her eager mouth. The first lick sent electric shocks through his body, and he gripped the edge of the stall, knuckles white.
Her technique was sloppy at first, unpracticed in the art of blowjobs, but the sheer enthusiasm more than made up for it. As she took him deeper, he could feel her inhibitions melting away, replaced by a burning need to please. She rewarded his patience with vigor, twinning her fingers around his base while her tongue swirled around the sensitive tip.
Drops of pre-cum beaded on his slit, a sure sign of his impending orgasm. The woman tasted it, eyes rolling back in pleasure at the new flavor. Emboldened, she doubled her efforts, bobbing up and down like a woman possessed. Her moans vibrated against his shaft, rendering him dizzy with lust.
“Please,” he gasped out, “I’m close. Don’t stop.”
She redoubled her efforts, anal stretching as wide as she could. She was desperate to feel him erupt in her mouth, to taste his essence. With a final, swallowing gulp, he came undone, spilling his seed down her eager throat.
Through the haze of post-orgasmic bliss, he caught a glimpse of her, face flushed and lips swollen, a triumphant gleam in her eye. She’d done it, fulfilled his desires in the most taboo of settings. For a brief moment, they were two ships passing in the night, a fleeting connection in an otherwise mundane world.
As quickly as it began, it ended. With a final lick and a satisfied sigh, she withdrew, adjusting her hijab and standing on shaky legs. A quick, covert glance through the gap confirmed he was decent once more, and she slipped out of the stall without a word. In minutes, the restroom emptied back into its usual bustle, leaving no trace of the lewd act that had transpired.
The mysterious man, still hasnning a dopey grin, followed suit, the memory of her touch and taste forever seared in his mind. As he blended back into the crowd, he couldn’t help but wonder: was their meeting truly a one-time indulgence, or the spark of something more dangerous, more enticing?
Only time would tell. For now, he revelled in the knowledge that sometimes, the briefest encounters could be the most satisfying.
