The air in the park felt cool against my skin as I pushed open the door to the men’s bathroom, my heart pounding with that familiar thrill. Jackson Park was buzzing with families and joggers outside, but in here, it was just the echo of dripping faucets and the faint smell of piss and bleach.

I’d snuck in because the ladies’ room was locked (some loser had vandalized it for some reason), my backpack slung over one shoulder with my conservative outfit for meeting my girlfriend Jenny at the fair. I had been out teasing guys with my hot little body, and even got a few gropes. So, I was in my usual slutty getup—a tiny crop top straining over my tits and a miniskirt that barely covered my spankable ass. My friend Jenny is a bit of a church girl, so out of respect for her, I decided to change into something more respectable before meeting up. However, with the ladies’ bathroom locked, I had to sneak into the men’s bathroom and use it instead.

Stripping down in a men’s toilet stall? Fuck, it made my pussy tingle already because it was pretty naughty. I was always horny like this, ready to fuck at the drop of a hat. But I pushed that down because I liked hanging out with Jenny, and you can’t be a slut twenty-four hours a day. A girl could get a bad reputation being like that. 😜

Therefore, I slipped into the farthest toilet stall, locking it with a click that seemed too loud. Glancing under the divider, I saw men’s work boots in the next one over—someone was there, but they hadn’t noticed me. Good. I peeled off my top first, my heavy breasts bouncing free, nipples hardening in the stale air.

The skirt came next, then my thong, leaving me completely naked except for my sneakers. Standing there bare-assed in this public shithole, my smooth, hairless pussy exposed to the chill, I felt so goddamn kinky. My hands itched to touch myself, but I had to change quickly. I rummaged in my backpack for the jeans and blouse.

That’s when it happened.

A rough hand shot through the gap in the wall between the stalls at the floor, quick as a snake, snatching my backpack right out of my hands. My clothes tumbled out, spilling onto his side.

“Hey, give that back!” I squealed, my voice echoing off the tiles.

Panic mixed with a rush of heat between my legs—shit, I was trapped naked in here.

“No,” a deep, gravelly voice growled from the other stall. “Not until you come in here and suck my dick, you naughty girl.”

My cheeks burned, but my body betrayed me, nipples peaking even harder. What choice did I have? I couldn’t walk out naked like this, not with people milling around the park and a fair nearby. Biting my lip, I unlatched my stall door and stepped out. The men’s bathroom was empty otherwise, thank fuck, but the open door to the outside let in distant laughter. I pushed into his stall, the space cramped and smelling of sweat and arousal.

He was older, mid-forties maybe, sitting on the toilet with his pants around his ankles. His cock was huge, thick, and veined, standing rigid in his fist as he stroked it slowly. It must have been a good eight inches and as thick as my wrist. In his other hand, he held my thong, pressing it to his nose and inhaling deeply, eyes locked on me.

“You pervert,” I whispered, but my voice came out breathy, not angry.

God, the way he leered at my young body, my tits heaving with each nervous breath, my shaved pussy already glistening, made me feel so exposed, so dirty.

“Pervert? Look at you, going around naked in the men’s room at the park,” he sneered, his gaze raking over me like he owned every inch. “How old are you?”

“Eighteen,” I said.

“Eighteen? Mmmm, with tits that big, there’s no doubt about that, I suppose. Tits begging to be grabbed and sucked. Get over here. On your knees.”

Humiliation twisted in my gut, but it only made me wetter. This older guy, rough and commanding, over twice my age, is treating me like his personal fucktoy in this filthy public spot. It was everything I craved. I dropped to my knees on the grimy floor, the tiles biting into my skin, my ass cheeks spreading slightly as I leaned forward. His cock throbbed inches from my face, pre-cum beading at the tip. His hairy thighs, the lines on his face, contrasted with my smooth, youthful curves. I felt petite, submissive, and eager to please despite the roughness in his voice.

“Suck it, girl. Show me what that pretty mouth’s for,” he ordered, tangling his fingers in my blonde hair and yanking me closer.

His grip hurt, pulling strands tight, but the pain sparked heat straight to my core. I parted my lips, tongue flicking out to taste the salty pre-cum. He groaned, low and animal, shoving my panties back to his nose.

“Smells like a horny little bitch. Bet your pussy’s dripping right now.”

It was. I moaned around his cockhead as I took him in, stretching my jaw wide. He was so thick, filling my mouth, his musky taste flooding my senses. I bobbed my head, sucking greedily, my tits brushing his knees. His hand tightened in my hair, forcing me deeper until I gagged, tears pricking my eyes.

“That’s it, choke on it. You love this, don’t you? Naked and sucking off a stranger in the park bathroom.”

I did.

The humiliation burned sweet, my body trembling with need. Outside, footsteps approached the door, someone entering the bathroom. My heart raced, exposed like this, but I didn’t stop. If anything, I sucked harder, hollowing my cheeks, wanting him to cum down my throat before we got caught. He chuckled darkly, thrusting up into my mouth, rough and unrelenting.

“Good girl. But I’m not done with you yet. Gonna fuck that tight young pussy next, right here in the men’s bathroom.”

His words sent shivers through me, my clit aching, untouched. I swirled my tongue around his shaft, tasting every ridge, while his free hand reached down to pinch my nipple hard, twisting until I whimpered around his dick. The pain mixed with pleasure, my ass clenching as I imagined him bending me over, spanking me raw in this stall. The footsteps paused outside, then moved to the urinals. Oh god, we weren’t alone anymore. But he didn’t care, pumping into my face faster, his balls slapping my chin.

Tears streamed down my cheeks from the rough face-fucking, but I was soaked, thighs slick. This older perv owned me now, and I wanted more, his cock buried deep, humiliating me further in front of whoever might hear. He growled, close, but held back, pulling me off with a wet pop.

“Not yet, slut. Stand up and turn around. Time to really submit.”

I stood up on shaky legs, my knees aching from the hard floor, spit trailing from my swollen lips down to my heaving tits. His eyes burned into me, dark and hungry, making me feel even smaller under his gaze—this older man, over twice my age, treating me like his dirty secret in this grimy toilet stall.

The air was thick with the scent of his musk and my own arousal, my pussy throbbing empty now that his cock wasn’t stuffing my mouth. I turned around slowly, facing the stall wall, my hands pressing against the cold, graffiti-scratched metal. My tits squished against it, nipples scraping the rough surface, and I arched my back instinctively, pushing my spankable ass out toward him.

Exposed like this, naked and vulnerable in the men’s bathroom, with the park sounds, my heart hammered. Part of me screamed to run, but the bigger part, the horny, submissive slut inside, craved whatever rough humiliation he had next.

“Spread those legs, girl,” he growled, his voice low and commanding, roughened by years of barking orders.

I obeyed without thinking, parting my thighs, feeling the cool air hit my dripping folds. My smooth pussy lips were slick, swollen from the face-fucking, begging to be filled. He stood up behind me, his pants still around his ankles, and I felt the heat of his body close in. His hands gripped my hips, big, calloused palms digging into my soft skin, yanking me back hard. No warning, no teasing. Just the blunt head of his thick cock pressing against my vaginal entrance, then slamming deep inside my dripping pussy in one brutal thrust.

I cried out loud, the sound echoing off the tiled walls, raw and desperate. “Fuck!” It tore from my throat, my body jolting forward, tits mashing harder against the grimy partition.

He was so big, stretching me wide, filling every inch of my tight young cunt. His hairy belly pressed into my back, his experienced hands controlling my slim frame like I was nothing but a toy for his pleasure. Pain mixed with ecstasy, my cuntal walls clenching around him involuntarily, juices coating his shaft as he buried himself to the hilt. I was utterly exposed, naked ass cheeks spread by his grip, pussy impaled in this public shithole where anyone could hear.

He didn’t give me time to adjust. His hips snapped forward again, fucking me roughly, each pound slamming my body against the stall wall. The metal rattled under my palms, the divider thin enough that I swore the guy at the urinals could hear the wet slaps of skin on skin.

“Take it, you little whore,” he grunted, his breath hot on my neck, one hand sliding up to grab a fistful of my blonde hair and yank my head back. “This is what sluts get for prancing around naked in men’s bathrooms. A cock in their pussy.”

His words humiliated me, twisting shame into fire low in my belly, but they also made me wetter, my arousal dripping down my thighs. I moaned shamelessly, the sound high and needy, my tits bouncing with every thrust. Grunts filled the stall, his and mine mingling, as he rutted into me like an animal. His free hand smacked my ass hard, the spank echoing, leaving a stinging heat that made me gasp. “Louder, bitch. Let ‘em know you’re getting fucked in here.”

I bit my lip, but another deep plunge tore another cry from me, my pussy fluttering around his cock. The roughness was everything, his veins dragging along my sensitive cuntal walls, his hairy balls slapping my clit with each brutal drive. I felt so small, so controlled, his mid-forties dad bod overpowering my eighteen-year-old curves, turning me into his personal fuckdoll.

Then I heard it. Other men’s sounds echoing nearby: footsteps shuffling at the sinks, a low chuckle from the urinals, the zipper of pants, piss hitting the stainless steel urinal. The bathroom wasn’t empty anymore. Guys were coming and going, oblivious or maybe not. One voice muttered something about the fair, close enough that my moans probably carried.

Shame flooded me, hot and prickling, my cheeks burning as I imagined them listening to this old perv railing a young girl against the wall. But god, it twisted into desperate lust, my clit pulsing with need. The risk of exposure makes my hips buck back involuntarily, grinding my ass against him.

“Oh fuck, yes,” I whimpered, voice breaking, the humiliation fueling my hunger.

I was soaked, trembling, every nerve alive with the filthy thrill of being used like this in public. He laughed darkly, sensing my shift, pounding harder, his cock pistoning in and out of my sopping cunt. “Hear that? Your audience, slut. They’re gonna know what a cock-hungry bitch you are.”

His grip tightened on my hips, bruising, pulling me onto him deeper. I submitted fully, pushing back hard, meeting his thrusts with my own frantic rhythm. My body shook, tits scraping the wall, ass jiggling from the impacts. Sweat slicked our skin, the stall reeking of sex, and I clenched around him, chasing the building pressure, lost in the chaos. But he wasn’t done. His hand snaked around, fingers finding my clit and rubbing roughly, sending sparks through me. “Cum for me, girl. Show ‘em how much you love being my bathroom bitch.”

The words pushed me closer, my moans turning to sobs of pleasure, the nearby voices fading into a haze of lust. I was his, trembling under his control, but part of me wondered if the door would open next, if more eyes would see my naked surrender. His fingers dug into my clit, rubbing in harsh circles that made my legs buckle, the rough friction sending electric jolts straight to my core. I was a mess, sweat dripping down my back, my tits aching from scraping the filthy wall, my spankable ass red from his smacks. The older man’s cock hammered into my dripping pussy, each thrust a brutal claim, his hairy thighs slapping against mine.

At forty-something, he had the stamina of a beast, overpowering my young body like it was made for this, for him. The age gap burned in my mind, humiliating and hot, turning me into his eager little plaything in this public bathroom.

“Fuck, you’re tight,” he snarled, yanking my hair harder, forcing my head back so my cries echoed louder.

The nearby voices, men’s chatter at the sinks, a flush from another stall, faded into white noise, drowned by the wet squelch of his thick shaft pistoning in and out of my slick pussy lips. My cuntal walls clenched around him, greedy, the humiliation of being heard twisting into raw lust. I was exposed, vulnerable, my naked skin prickling with the thrill of exhibitionism, wondering if they’d burst in and see this perverted old guy railing an eighteen-year-old slut against the wall.

“Harder,” I gasped, the word slipping out unbidden, my hips grinding back to meet his savage pace.

He laughed, low and mocking, his free hand squeezing my ass cheek, spreading me wider for deeper penetration. His cock dragged along my sensitive spots, veins pulsing against my fluttering pussy, building that unbearable pressure. The stall reeked of our sex: musk, sweat, my arousal dripping down my thighs onto the grimy floor.

I felt it coming, the climax coiling tight in my belly. “Oh god, don’t stop,” I moaned, voice breaking, tears pricking my eyes from the intensity.

He pounded harder, relentless, his balls smacking my clit with every drive, the rough sex pushing me over the edge. My body seized, pussy spasming wildly around his invading cock, a shuddering orgasm ripping through me. I cried out, loud and shameless, waves of pleasure crashing as I trembled against the wall, juices squirting around him, soaking us both. The humiliation peaked. I was cumming like a whore in a men’s bathroom, exposed to whoever might hear, my young curves quivering under his control.

He groaned, feeling my climax milk him, his thrusts turning erratic. “Take my load, you filthy bitch,” he grunted, slamming deep one last time.

Hot jizz erupted inside me, flooding my pussy with thick spurts, his cock twitching as he filled me up. The sensation was overwhelming—warm, sticky cum coating my cuntal walls, leaking out around his shaft, mixing with my own wetness. An old perv was breeding me, the intimate shame of his jizz claiming me in this public spot. I whimpered, body still shaking from my high, pressing back to keep him buried, savoring the fullness even as humiliation flushed my skin.