Chapter 8: I Claim My Prize

Duane had no idea what kind of storm he was headed into as we made our way inside. It seemed to be a common element today - Duane not having a clue what was coming next. Oh well, it was getting towards the end of the day so why change things now? As usual, there was a waiting list so while the rest of our group browsed the store, I kept an eye on Duane who excused himself to visit the little boy’s room. Once he was in and couldn’t see me, I camped outside the door and watched the men go in and out until finally I figured the only one that could be left in there had to be Duane. Glancing about to be sure nobody was watching, I quickly slipped into the restroom where Duane was at the sink washing his hands. He looked up instinctively to see who was coming in and when he saw me, his mouth dropped open.

“Kelly! What the hell are you doing in HERE?” he gasped.

“Well, as you know, I won my contest with Kristen and YOU were the prize,” I giggled at him. “You don’t think we did all that just to put on a show for you, did you?”

“And if Kristen had cum first...” he started to ask, his mind racing with the possibilities but I would have none of it and cut him off.

“Oh give me a break Duane, under the circumstances do you think there was any way possible that I was going to let her win?”

He seemed dumbfounded and just stood there as if he didn’t know what to say or do. I grabbed his hand and quickly pulled him towards the handicapped stall before someone came in. We stepped in and he closed the door behind us and not a moment too soon as the outer door opened and someone came in and made their way quickly to the urinals across from us. I could barely see the guy through the door as I heard him unzip his pants and start to pee. I turned back towards Duane as I really wasn’t into THAT and besides, I had this little matter of Duane to take care of.

“NO!” he mouthed silently to me. Although I think he assumed this was all a joke, he said it just in case I was serious about wanting to do this. I’m not sure if he knew exactly what “this” was, but he probably had a good idea knowing me.

Needless to say, I simply ignored him and reached behind my neck to untie my bikini top. I just let it flop down, exposing my firm breasts to him. Then I stepped out of my shorts, hung them on the coat hook inside the door, quickly followed by my thong. At this point all I was wearing were my sandals (no barefoot in a public restroom) and my bikini top which was only tied around my chest with my boobs exposed. I motioned at his shorts, pointing at them and indicating he should take them off. He wouldn’t do it so I shrugged and started pulling them down myself. At first he tried to stop me but more guys had come in now and he didn’t want to make a fuss so he caved and let me pull them to his ankle but he wouldn’t take them all the way off...

One great thing about men - they come with a built in horny level detector that they can’t turn off. It’s also known as a penis. No matter what man says, his penis never lies. In this case, Duane may have been trying to say he wasn’t ready to fuck me in a public restroom, but his dick betrayed his TRUE feelings. No man’s cock stands up straight as missile ready for launch unless he wants something, and I don’t mean a new truck (well, maybe for SOME guys but you get the idea). I gazed at his beautiful dick, all hard and stiff, sticking out from his thick bush of black pubic hair like a tree trunk from the brush. Oh yeah, he wanted to fuck me! That’s what made it especially hot for me. A hard dick is always nice but when a man has an erection because he wants to fuck ME, it’s just that much better

If any of the guys outside our stall had any idea what was going on, there was no indication of it as they came and went, doing their thing, MAYBE washing their hands, and leaving. I put my hands out, leaned against the wall, and spread my legs, exposing my wet pussy for him to see. Duane didn’t need to have to be told what to do. He knew EXACTLY what I wanted, just like a male dog reacts when his bitch “assumes the position”.

Any hesitation by Duane had evaporated, any concerns about the men on the other side of the door were lost, all replaced by an all-consuming lust, the need for him to mate and drive his cock into my pussy and deliver his seed. It was about as basic an instinct as any human being has, what is left over when everything else is stripped away. The need to survive is first, but it is closely followed by the instinct to procreate the species. As sophisticated and evolved as man be today, those two basic needs still form the foundation for all our behaviors.

Despite everything, I couldn’t help but gasp as he drove his dick into me with no fanfare or foreplay. Thank God I was soaking wet already from masturbating in the SUV and the anticipation of being fucked. Duane simply moved in behind me, lined up his dick with my pussy hole, and then drove himself into me, drilling his dick deep into my pussy with one hard, forceful stroke. He backed it out until the very tip was all that was in me and then literally thrust it into me again, like he was trying to drive it right through me. If I hadn’t been supported by the wall and instead was just standing up with my hands on my knees, I would have been knocked forward to the ground but in this case I just felt myself pushed up into the wall by the strength of his cock ramming up inside of me.

“So you wanted to be fucked ... Well I’ll fuck you, fuck you hard you fucking slut,” he whispered sharply in my ear.

Then he pulled back and rammed into me again. It reminded me of one of those pile drivers you seen in movies where a weight is pulled up and then dropped to force a pole into the ground. So it was with his dick. He would draw it out of me like an archer pulling back on his bow and then he would ram it back in, hard and fast like the archer releasing his bow or the pole driver pounding onto the pole. I was literally lifted off my feet on the next thrust as he rotated his hips under me a little, driving almost straight up as he pounded his dick into me, taking my up to my tip toes.

Someone knocked on the door, “Anybody in there?”

Duane grunted as he rammed himself into me again. The guy outside must have figured somebody was having constipation issues or whatever as he just gave up and left. Duane didn’t even seem to notice him and he just kept fucking me slow and hard. His hands reached around me, each cupping one of my bare boobs. As he would pound his dick into me, his hands would clench and squeeze my boobs, hard enough to make me wince a little actually. His fingertips grabbed my nipples, pinching them and then pulling on them and letting them snap back.