try, but slower, swinging your toy from side to side. Finally, it comes out with a chomping sound. And at this moment I realize that I did not take a handbag and put a bottle for me. Therefore, I wipe it with toilet paper and go out, holding it in my hand.

And immediately stumble on Mishka.

- Chef scared? - I can not refrain from caustic

“And not just me,” he bares his teeth and is in no hurry to enter the booth - in fact, I came for a debt.

- Are you serious? I came out two minutes later, they wouldn’t play a role - I’m still sure that he is fooling around.

Then Misha does what I could not expect: grabs my hand, the one in which the jar, and brings it to his face, inhaling the aroma of my juices. I do not have time to understand anything, as he turns around my shoulders and immediately pushes back into the booth and closes the door.

In the toilet, heels the clatter of heels and the quiet conversation of girls from our office. Discuss the chef, do not hesitate in expressions. And I find myself in a stupid situation: to throw a scandal now and get out is to discredit myself in the eyes of colleagues. And the bottle, which I still hold in my hand, stops me from taking this step. I would not want to pass for an insatiable pervert.

Misha, meanwhile, bends me with cancer and I have to put my hand on the wall so as not to fall. Hands rummage all over the body, paying particular attention to the chest. A hot whisper tickles my ear:

- Just do not yell. If I knew that the husband does not satisfy you ... I am like a fool, I try not to look at you. It has long been necessary to tear off you properly. What are you beautiful ... - hands go to my ass, another second and he begins to massage my pussy through wet tights.

- Wet ... Throw this garbage, you will no longer need it - I, as if hypnotized, throw a bottle of shampoo into the trash.

The bristle is scratching my neck. His hands find the elastic of pantyhose and impatiently let them down along with his panties. The finger immediately enters my tight wet pussy. Mishka massages the back wall of my pussy, the other hand climbs under my dress and squeezes the nipple with force. I can't help but moan.

- Hush, girl - the conversations behind the door subside, the hand goes down from the chest to my tummy and it is as if an electric current breaks through me, which is why the pussy muscles involuntarily contract. He inserts the second finger and slowly starts moving them. The squishy sounds of my crack are heard, probably, on the whole toilet. Adds a third, me, despite the large amount of lubricant, it hurts. I feel the walls stretch under his fingers. With his left hand, Misha starts playing with my nipples again.

I understand that this is rape, but I do not want to stop sweet torture. Pussy takes the size of the fingers, lubricant drips on my panties. In the toilet, some people are replaced by others, constantly heard the sound of draining water and slamming doors. I pray that no one looks under the door: two pairs of legs in one booth will induce citizens to certain thoughts.

Fingers come out of my girl, I hear the sound of the zip open.

- I do not want - I try to resist, but Misha does not listen to me, and puts a member to the entrance.

I'm shrinking. I have never had sex without a condom, even with my husband.

- Misha, please, not now - I whisper, while the head stretches my narrow hole. Damn, he's huge. Misha stops, gives me time to get used to, unzipping the dress.

- Raise your hands - he whispers, pushing the member deeper.

I listen and stay only in boots and lowered tights. He puts his hands on my shoulders and sits on his penis to the middle. Tears sprinkle from the eyes, an absurd thought comes to mind: “it’s good that without makeup”. His hand moves down and gently caresses the clitoris. I bend and try to jump off his elda.

- Be patient a little bit - whispers in my ear, gagging on the mouth and the head penetrates to the end.

Instead of screaming a desperate squeak.Stretched to the limit, the pussy burns with fire, the feeling that they put a hot stake in it. Again I try to get off, but Mishka firmly presses me to him with one hand, caressing the clitoris with the other. Gradually, the pleasure replaces the pain and slowly he begins to move.

Without a condom, the sensations are much brighter: I feel the movements of his penis with every cell. The amplitude is small at first, but then Bear firmly takes me by the hips and literally masturbates with my body, reaching the head to the uterus. Eggs slap on the crotch, with his right hand he frantically jerks off my clit. The body does not belong to me anymore: I finish with a loud moan, the vagina often shrinks and it does not immediately reach me that Misha ends up too. Cums right in me, putting a dick on the most eggs. I feel how hot liquid shoves my womb, and once again I try to get out of his arms. But he releases me only after a couple of minutes, when the member stops pulsing. Sperm pours out of the vagina, but I have time to sit on the toilet, so as not to stain the pantyhose.

Misha goes first, while I put on a dress. Then I stand in front of the mirror for a long time and try to bring myself into the proper form. In the office, I sit down at the computer, but my thoughts are somewhere far away and I can’t concentrate at work. The girls are smiling at each other, looking at me. Behind me I hear a giggle. It suddenly comes to me that what happened between me and Misha in a stall became the property of most of our team ...

P. S .: This is my first story, I am interested in your opinion. Should I continue?