Carly’s bladder screamed for relief as she hurried through the bustling mall, her blonde ponytail bouncing with each step. The women’s restroom sign mocked her from across the corridor: ‘Closed for Cleaning.’ She clenched her thighs together, the pressure building like a dam about to burst.

Spotting the men’s room door slightly ajar, she glanced around, heart pounding. No one nearby. With a quick breath, she slipped inside, the cool tile floor echoing her sneakers. The place smelled of stale piss and cheap cleaner, empty stalls lining the wall. She darted to the middle one, locking the door with shaky hands, yanking down her jeans and pink panties just in time.

The stream hit the porcelain with a forceful hiss, easing the ache between her legs. Carly sighed, her C-cup tits rising under her tight tank top as she relaxed. But then her eyes caught the wall to her right. A rough hole, about fist-sized, chipped at the edges. Another one on the left. ‘What the fuck?’ she wondered.

She leaned forward, peeking through the right one. Empty stall, just a toilet. Curiosity prickled her skin, a weird thrill mixing with the lingering warmth in her pussy. She shifted, bending lower, her bare ass brushing the cold seat. Through the left hole, nothing but shadows. Amusing, kinda gross, but her nipples hardened against her bra, a secret heat stirring low in her belly.

The outer door creaked open, heavy footsteps thudding in. Carly froze, piss still trickling to a stop. A man grunted, entering the stall right next to hers. She couldn’t help it. Her eyes dropped to the hole. He unzipped, and out flopped a thick, veiny cock, heavy and half-hard even as he aimed at the bowl. The piss sprayed loud and steady, splashing the water.

Carly’s breath hitched, her gaze locked on the meaty shaft, longer than any she’d seen up close, the head flaring purple. Her pussy clenched, a slick warmth gathering despite the risk. Who was this guy? Mid-thirties maybe, from the shadow of stubble she glimpsed, but anonymous, just a stranger’s dick pissing like it owned the place.

He shook off the last drops, the cock swaying, thicker now, veins bulging. Carly wiped herself quick, pulling up her panties but not her jeans, too mesmerized to move. The man suddenly bent and peered through the hole in the wall. His eye grew wide.

“You’re a girl!” he said, in shock.

“Yeah, sorry. The women’s was closed,” Carly said. “I needed to pee so bad.”

“You look young. How old are you?”

“I’m 18,” she said and smiled.

His voice suddenly took a darker tone. “Were you just looking at my dick through this hole?”

“Um, it’s not like I could miss it,” Carly said, feeling foolish. “But, ah, sorry. I didn’t mean to offend you.”

“That’s OK. Here, take a closer look,” the man said.

Then he turned, and without warning, that fat cock pushed straight through the hole, thrusting into her stall like an invasion. It bobbed inches from her face, the musky scent of piss and skin hitting her nose, the heat radiating off it. Carly’s mouth went dry, her heart slamming against her ribs.

“Do you like it?” he asked in a raspy voice.

“Um, yeah, it’s a nice cock,” Carly said, not sure what she was supposed to say.

“Come on, then, suck it,” the man’s voice rumbled low through the wall, rough and demanding, no room for bullshit.

She stared, lips parting on instinct. The cock twitched, pre-cum beading at the slit, demanding attention. Part of her screamed to bolt, but the thrill. The forbidden rush in this dirty public stall pinned her down. Her clit throbbed, panties dampening as she leaned closer, blonde hair falling over her shoulder. Hesitation gripped her for a second, cheeks burning, but the bold curiosity won.

‘Fuck it,’ she thought, her shy shell cracking under the arousal.

She wrapped her fingers around the base, the skin hot and velvety over steel hardness, stroking once to feel its girth stretch her hand.

“OK, but don’t tell anyone,” Carly said, feeling the stiff cock in her hand.

“Just suck it, girl. That’s why you’re really here, isn’t it? Not that pee bullshit. You’re here for cock. So here’s a cock for you to play with...”

“Um, OK,” Carly mumbled.

The man groaned, pushing forward, his head brushing her lips. Carly’s tongue darted out, tasting the salty bead, her pussy aching with need. She opened wider, sucking the tip in, lips stretching around the flare. It filled her mouth, heavy on her tongue, the veins pulsing as she bobbed shallow, slurping wetly. Her free hand slipped between her thighs, rubbing her soaked panties, the friction sending sparks up her spine.

“Yeah, that’s it, take more, you little slut,” he growled, hips jerking to fuck her face deeper.

Carly gagged softly as the cock hit her throat, but she didn’t pull back. Saliva dripped down her chin, mixing with his pre-cum, the anonymous thrill making her bolder. She hollowed her cheeks, sucking hard, tongue swirling the underside while her fingers circled her clit through the fabric. The bathroom door stayed quiet, no one else, just this raw, urgent connection through the wall. Her tits heaved with each breath, nipples scraping her top, every slurp echoing in the stall.

He thrust steadily now, the hole framing his shaft like a frame for filth, balls slapping the partition. Carly’s jaw ached, but the burn fueled her, her pussy clenching empty and desperate. She wanted to touch herself more, to shove her fingers inside while she choked on stranger cock, but she focused, lips sealed tight, drawing out his grunts. The risk hung thick. The mall noise was faint outside. Still, anyone could walk in. That edge made her suck harder, hungry for the cum she sensed building.

Carly pushed herself further, her throat opening up as she forced her head down, taking the man’s thick cock deeper until the head lodged firmly in her gullet. She gagged hard, the reflex making her choke and cough around the invading shaft, spit bubbling up and spilling over her lips in messy strings.

The burn in her throat was intense, tears blurring her vision as she fought to breathe through her nose, but the raw dominance of it all kept her going. The man’s cock throbbed wildly inside her, stretching her esophagus with every brutal thrust through the glory hole, the wall creaking under the assault.

From the other side, the anonymous man let out a savage grunt, his hips slamming forward with renewed fury. “Choke on it, you filthy teen slut. Gag like the cock-hungry whore you are,” he snarled, voice thick with lust, not caring if his words carried through the bathroom door.

Carly’s body jerked with each plunge, her blonde hair whipping against her face, but the degradation only made her pussy spasm harder around her buried fingers. She twisted them inside her slick channel, knuckles grinding against her inner walls, the squelching sounds of her self-fuck mingling with the wet glurks of her throat being reamed.

Her free hand braced against the stall wall for leverage, nails scraping the graffiti-scratched surface as she bobbed in time with his thrusts. The cock battered her relentlessly, the veiny length dragging along her tongue and palate, forcing more saliva to drool down her chin and splatter onto her exposed cleavage. Her C-cup tits heaved with every labored breath, nipples straining against the damp fabric of her tank top, begging for attention she couldn’t give.

The public thrill gnawed at her. The men’s room door was just a few feet away, unlocked and inviting any passerby to barge in and catch her on her knees, face-fucked by a stranger’s dick through the wall.

Emboldened by the risk, Carly’s fingers delved deeper into her soaked panties, shoving past the sopping folds to pump her tight pussy with urgent strokes. She curled them upward, hitting that spongy spot inside that made her toes curl in her sneakers, juices coating her hand and trickling down her thighs. The dual invasion, mouth stuffed full of throbbing meat, cunt invaded by her own digits, had her trembling uncontrollably, her clit throbbing under the heel of her palm as she rubbed it in sloppy circles.

Lust burned through her veins. Even though he couldn’t see her, she felt exposed, her body on display for this dominant stranger’s anonymous pleasure, the voyeur in her now flipped to performer in the filthiest show.

The man’s groans escalated, raw and guttural, echoing off the tiled walls like thunder in the confined space. “Fuck, your throat’s gripping me so tight. Keep fingering that little slut hole while you swallow my dick,” he demanded, his voice a gravelly rasp that sent shivers down her spine.

His hips pistoned faster, the force making the partition shake, his heavy balls thudding wetly against the chipped paint with each savage slam. The impacts reverberated through Carly’s skull, the salty musk of his sweat and pre-cum overwhelming her senses, mixing with the faint urine tang still lingering in the air from his earlier piss.

Carly moaned around the cock, the sound muffled and garbled, vibrating straight to his core and drawing out a string of curses from him. Saliva and pre-cum dripped freely now, a sloppy mess pooling on the floor beneath her knees, her lips swollen and numb from the relentless stretching.

She craved it harder, her body arching as she drove her fingers in deeper, three now knuckle-deep in her clenching pussy, stretching herself in mimicry of the dick ravaging her face. The pressure built like a storm, her walls fluttering wildly, every nerve alight with the urgent need to cum while this beast used her mouth as his personal fucktoy.

“Yeah, moan for it, bitch. Let me hear how bad you want my load,” he growled, thrusts turning erratic, balls tightening visibly through the hole as they slapped the wall harder.

Carly’s response was a desperate, throaty whimper, her tongue swirling frantically along the underside of his shaft even as she gagged anew. Drool cascaded down her neck, soaking into her bra, while her pussy gushed around her plunging fingers, the obscene wetness audible over the frenzy. She imagined eyes on her, faceless mall-goers peeking through the door crack, watching the blonde teen debase herself in the stall, anonymous sex turning her into a dripping, cock-addicted mess.

The man’s body tensed, his groans peaking into a roar that bounced around the bathroom. “Take it all, swallow every fucking drop!” he barked, hips bucking wildly as his cock swelled impossibly thicker in her throat.

Carly’s eyes widened, her body seizing as the first hot spurt hit the back of her gullet, thick ropes of cum flooding her mouth in pulsing waves. She swallowed greedily, gulping down the bitter, creamy load, her throat working overtime around the twitching shaft. The taste exploded on her tongue, salty, musky, overpowering, while her own orgasm crashed over her, pussy clamping down on her fingers like a vice, juices squirting out to soak her panties and puddle on the floor.

She trembled violently in the cramped stall, knees buckling as waves of release ripped through her, muffled cries vibrating around his spent cock. Cum leaked from the corners of her mouth, mixing with tears and spit on her chin, her body a quivering wreck of forbidden ecstasy. The man kept thrusting shallowly, milking out the last spurts, his heavy breathing slowing as he finally pulled back slightly, leaving her gasping and licking her lips for more.

But even as the high faded, the door’s distant creak outside hinted at footsteps approaching, the thrill of potential discovery hanging heavy in the air, her heart pounding with what might come next.

The anonymous man finally withdrew his spent cock from Carly’s ravaged throat with a wet plop, the shaft glistening with her saliva and the remnants of his cum. She gasped for air, coughing as strings of spit connected her swollen lips to the retreating tip, her chin a sticky mess. He didn’t say a word, just tucked the softening length back into his pants, zipped up, and flushed the toilet to cover his exit. The stall door clicked open, footsteps echoed across the tiled floor, and then the bathroom door swung shut behind him, leaving Carly alone in the sudden silence.

She slumped back against the stall wall, knees still spread wide on the filthy floor, her fingers slick with her own juices as she pulled them from her soaked pussy. Her mind reeled from the raw forbidden act. The way she’d choked down a stranger’s load in the men’s bathroom, her throat raw and tasting of his bitter seed. Tremors ran through her body, a mix of shame and electric thrill making her C-cup tits heave under her damp tank top.

The glory holes on both sides stared back at her like hungry eyes, and the voyeuristic high lingered, her clit still pulsing with need. What the fuck had she just done? But even as the thought hit, her pussy clenched emptily, craving more of that anonymous dominance.

The bathroom door creaked open again, heavier footsteps entering, voices murmuring low. Carly froze, heart slamming in her chest, but curiosity won out. She leaned toward the right hole first, peeking through to see a tall black man in his late 20s stepping into the stall beside her. He unzipped without hesitation, pulling out a thick, veiny black cock that hung heavy between his legs, already semi-hard. The sight made her mouth water anew.

It was longer than the first guy’s, darker skin stretched taut over the girth, the head flaring like a promise of stretch. He aimed at the toilet and let loose a strong stream of piss, the acrid splash echoing loudly, droplets misting the air. Carly’s breath hitched, her eyes locked on the way it throbbed slightly with the flow, imagining that piss-hot length forcing its way down her throat.

Before she could shift, the left stall door banged shut. Another man, white and built like a gym rat in his early 30s, filled the space. His cock was a monster, too. It was pale, uncut, with a fat mushroom head peeking from the foreskin. He shook it once, then pissed hard, the urine hitting the bowl with a forceful hiss that drowned out the black guy’s stream.

Carly bent lower, splitting her gaze between the holes, voyeurism igniting her core as she watched both men relieve themselves so casually, their cocks on full display through the crude openings. The black one’s shaft twitched as his piss tapered off, thickening visibly, while the white guy’s foreskin peeled back with the last spurts, revealing a slick slit beading pre-cum.

Her pussy throbbed, juices leaking down her thighs. These beautiful cocks, one ebony and one ivory, were right there, anonymous and demanding her attention in this public pit.

The black man shook his cock once, twice, then turned without a word, feeding the full length through the right glory hole until the bulbous head pressed against the partition’s edge. On the left, the white man followed suit, shoving his thick white dick through with a grunt, the foreskin retracting fully to expose the veiny underside.