twisted-talez: “Do I look like I’ve got a fuckin’ condom on me?” he answered

twisted-talez:

“Do I look like I’ve got a fuckin’ condom on me?” he answered, staring me down in the single-occupant restroom off the mall food court. “You either take it raw … or you don’t take it.”

Looking hot as fuck, he was sitting on a bench outside the maternity shop across from the mall kiosk where I sell phones. He held a purse in his hands like it was a football while the pregnant bitch he was with tried on maternity clothes inside the store. I didn’t see a wedding band on either of them, meaning he had likely knocked up his girlfriend. Just my type.

“Hey, nice purse,” I called out to him in jest, attempting to flirt.

“Fuck off,” he sneered and then stood up to join his girlfriend in the shop. Fuck. Twenty minutes later, he and his girlfriend emerged, two over-filled bags of maternity clothes in hand, and headed toward the food court. The bulge in his jeans was incredible. I had to have that cock.

“I’m gonna take my break now,” I informed my co-worker at the phone kiosk. I then followed the hottie and his girlfriend to the food court.

I found them chowing down on rice bowls from Shanghai X-press. Veggie for her, Mongolian beef for him. I grabbed a salad and took the table opposite them with the hottie in my line of sight. He looked in my direction and when I gave him a wink, he turned red and looked away.

“I’m going to get a pedicure at the nail bar around the corner,” his girlfriend informed him upon finishing her veggie bowl, her hand resting atop her swollen belly with his seed growing inside her. “You wanna join me or meet up after?”

“You go ahead,” he answered, his eyes meeting mine and then darting back to his girlfriend quickly. “Text me when you’re done.”

“What’s it like?” I asked him once his girlfriend had waddled away to the nail bar.

“What’swhat like?” he asked, annoyed but not ignoring me.

“You know … the fucking,” I answered. “What’s it like to fuck a pregnant bitch?”

“I wouldn’t know,” he scoffed, sipping a Coke. “She hasn’t let me near her pussy since she saw two pink lines on the pee stick.”

“Damn,” I exclaimed. “Your balls must be backed up, bro. You wanna fuck my pussy?” I’m nothing, if not direct.

“Shit,” he gasped, nearly choking on his soda. “Are you serious, man? Where?”

“That bathroom over there,” I nodded toward a single-occupant restroom in the corner of the food court. “It’s private and has a lock. One of the weekend security guards fucks me in there after my shift every Saturday.”

“Let’s do it,” the hottie announced, standing up and looking around to make sure his girlfriend was still nowhere near us. His jeans were already tenting as we made our way to the restroom.

“Take off your shirt,” I instructed as I locked the door behind us. “I want to see those muscles.” A gave out a low whistle as he complied, taken aback by his hot, tatted body.

“Come on. Let’s make this quick,” he barked. “Bend over that sink there.”

“You gotta condom?” I asked, undoing my pants.

“Do I look like I’ve got a fuckin’ condom on me?” he answered, staring me down. “You either take it raw … or you don’t take it.”

“Works for me,” I acquiesced, as he unzipped and pulled out a thick-as-fuck, nine-inch cock that was already dripping precum.

“A little lower,” he ordered, pushing me down on the sink, my pants around my ankles. I could here him spitting on his big dick and then … WHAM … he was inside me.

“FUCK,” I gasped as he grabbed my hips and began to pummel the shit out of me. The sound of skin slapping skin echoed off the tile walls as he jackhammered my hole. “Christ, you’re big,” I exclaimed, gripping the sink to steady myself.

“Shut the fuck up, faggot,” he commanded. “I don’t need to hear your voice.” I dutifully complied and bit my lip as he proceeded to destroy my cunt. I began to wonder how long my hole could endure his frenzied pace, but it was all for not. Suddenly, he began to emit a low growl.

“FUCK … SHIT … Take this nut,” he bellowed as his cock swelled and erupted inside me, flooding my guts. He held still for a few seconds as his balls reached empty. And then his cell phone chimed loudly.

“Dammit. It’s my girlfriend,” he announced as he pulled out of me, his warm load gushing from my hole and streaming down my leg.

“Dude. That was fucking hot,” I exclaimed, still bent over the sink as I turned my head toward him … but he was already gone. Fucker. He had left the restroom door wide open and there stood the older, hairy married guy from the nearby watch kiosk who always flirts with me.

“You taking cock in here?” the hairy watch guy asked, locking the restroom door behind him as he unzipped and pulled out a thick, hairy cock with a fat ‘shroom head.

“Yeah. Have at it,” I answered as the hairy watch guy pushed into my used, cummy hole.

Stories are fiction and intended for readers 18 and up. All characters are assumed to be legal, consenting adults.