Chapter 32: New Position Unlocked...
Daniel kept face-fucking the married woman for a long, brutal stretch of time. His thick cock slammed in and out of her stretched throat without mercy, heavy balls slapping against her chin with every deep thrust.
Thick ropes of saliva mixed with precum poured down her chin and soaked the front of her blouse. Her black kajal had completely run, turning her face into a wet, crying, ruined mess. Yet her arms stayed locked around his ass, pulling him deeper as if she had completely surrendered to the abuse.
Finally his cock throbbed hard inside her throat. With a deep, guttural growl he buried himself to the hilt and unloaded.
SPURT~ SPURT~ SPURT~ SPURT~
Thick, heavy ropes of cum pumped straight down her throat in powerful jets. He held her head firmly in place, forcing her to gulp down every drop. Bucket after bucket of hot seed flooded her stomach until she was choking and swallowing frantically, white cum still leaking from the corners of her stretched lips and dripping onto the floor.
Only when the last pulse left him did Daniel slowly pull out. A long, thick string of cum and saliva connected her swollen, shiny lips to the tip of his still-hard cock. The married woman coughed hard, gasping for air, more white seed spilling from her mouth as she trembled on her knees.
A few feet away, the woman in red was still leaning heavily against the young girl’s chest, huffing and trying to catch her breath. She had turned her head to watch the entire face-fucking scene. Her cunt still ached from Daniel’s earlier brutal thrusts — a deep, throbbing pain that made her thighs twitch. Her heavy breasts howled in pain too, the skin red and stinging as if ants were biting her nipples and the soft flesh he had smacked so mercilessly. Yet a satisfied, almost dreamy smile hung on her face. The thrill she had experienced today was like nothing she had ever felt in her entire life.
The young girl in the short jeans had her eyes wide open, taking in every filthy detail with intense fervor. She was learning. Her own dripping cunt throbbed with heat, fresh juices running down her inner thighs as she watched the married woman choke on Daniel’s cum.
The other women in the bathroom had completely stopped fingering themselves. Their hands were frozen, some still resting on their soaked folds, as they stared at the scene with open hunger and raw need. The air was thick with the scent of sex, sweat, and cum. Every pair of eyes was locked on Daniel and the thoroughly used married woman still kneeling at his feet, cum dripping from her chin.
Daniel looked down at the ruined, gasping married cunt with dark, satisfied eyes, his cock still heavy and glistening.
The bathroom had gone almost silent except for the wet sounds of heavy breathing and the soft drip of fluids hitting the floor.
Leaving the cum-drunk married woman still gasping and choking on her knees, Daniel turned toward the open booth where Shirley sat frozen on the toilet seat. The moment his cold, predatory eyes locked onto her, she flinched hard. He walked toward her with slow, heavy steps. Each footfall made her heart slam violently against her ribs. Her fingers, still buried inside her own soaked cunt, stopped moving completely. When his shadow fell over her body she began to tremble uncontrollably.
Ignoring her completely, Daniel bent down and picked up his discarded shirt with the torn buttons. He turned to leave the booth — then he heard it. A soft, involuntary sigh of pure relief slipped from Shirley’s lips.
He stopped dead.
In an instant he spun around, took one sharp step forward, and smashed his open palm across her cheek with full force. The loud SLAP cracked through the entire bathroom like a gunshot. Shirley’s breath locked in her throat. A clear, burning red palm print bloomed across her soft cheek. Tears welled up instantly and she started crying with quiet, broken hic~ hic~ sounds, but Daniel didn’t even glance at her again. He simply walked out of the booth, leaving her there with the stinging mark.
Outside, he grabbed a thick fistful of the married woman’s hair and yanked her face upward. He smacked her cheeks several times with his heavy, cum-slick cock, the wet impacts leaving sticky trails across her skin. Then he leaned in close, gathered a thick wad of saliva, and spat it straight into her still-open, cum-filled mouth. He forced her jaw shut with his hand, making her swallow the mix of his spit and seed.
Releasing her hair, he shoved her body roughly down onto all fours, forcing her into a perfect doggy position. He looped his torn shirt around her neck, forming a crude U-shaped collar, then gripped both ends like reins and yanked back hard. Her back arched sharply, a pained groan tearing from her throat as her face was forced upward, the delicate line of her throat fully exposed and strained.