a very masculine looking butch lesbian goes to use the bathroom at a large train station. she's mentally bracing herself for it being an ordeal.
that her hair is short and she only wears mens clothes is one thing - however, she's also quite tall, broad-shouldered, and with small breasts and a rather deep voice owing to years of drinking and smoking. she's used to receiving strange looks in the womens restroom when there are people standing by the sinks or otherwise waiting outside of the stalls, which is why she's not happy about having to do this at such a crowded place.
what she wasn't expecting, though, is being met with outright hostility. some woman decides to actually confront her and make a scene, convinced that she's some sort of nefarious male intruder (quite the convoluted scenario, but try explaining that to someone intent on causing a shitshow), and a few others join in, demanding that the butch leave and go to the mens room.
the women remain unconvinced by explanations that clothes don't have a gender, that they are just too biased to perceive things correctly, and that the butch belongs here just as much as they do. such an unnecessary, humiliating ordeal. is she supposed to change everything about her presentation just so some strangers don't throw a fit about her using the loo? this is taking too long, she just needs to piss, she didn't mean to cause a whole event... fine. she's just going to use mens bathroom instead.
indeed, she's no stranger to doing so, though admittedly this is her first time somewhere this public and crowded. the first impression she gets right away is that the bathroom is much filthier than the other one; the overwhelming smell of piss reaches her nostrils right away and causes her to stop in her tracks. there are men at the urinals, trying not to pay any mind to their neighbors. when one of them finishes relieving himself, he turns around while tucking himself back in, and she catches a good glimpse of his cock.
all of it is making her dizzy as she shuffles into one of the stalls. what is wrong with her? she takes care of business as quickly as she can, determined to leave this place already, to get away from the filthy intoxicating stench and the inescapable thoughts of bare cocks, of them being pulled out and shoved in her face.
she's a lesbian. she's only attracted to women, and usually feminine ones. it's just that sometimes she gets like this; consumed by a craving for humiliation, for being passed around by men. for men's dicks, musky sweat, large hairy guts... and now is the worst moment for it, she swears. the worst possible moment.
she's a lesbian. she's a lesbian. she's a big dyke.
she's so horny that it's hard to think, but she has to leave quickly. as she walks out of the stall and is about to rush towards the sinks, she bumps into a man who she didn't realize was waiting right outside. a clumsy, full-body collision. she catches a good whiff of his sweat. he mutters out an apology and closes the stall door behind him, but the butch can't seem to move. the damage has been done.
her mind is blank, her cunt is sopping wet, and next thing she knows she's next to the urinals, unbuttoning her shirt to expose her small perky tits, nipples rock-hard and prominent, and squatting with her mouth wide open and tongue hanging out.
from there, she doesn't have to say or explain anything. every man who approaches her - with the casualty of using a urinal - knows exactly what she is there for. one after another, dicks are shoved in her face, and each one she huffs hungrily before wrapping her slutty mancock-starved lesbian lips around it and slurping to her heart's content.
glk glk glk~... glrrrk shlrurrk hffklrrrk glffrrrosh flrrrshk~...
she slides back and forth, taking it deep down her throat, drooling and hollowing out her cheeks and swerving her head side to side while her tongue worships every sensitive spot.
she's rewarded with thick hot cum coating the inside of her mouth, and she savors the gross snotty saltiness like it's the greatest delicacy she's ever had the pleasure of tasting.
she goes back and forth between squatting and kneeling; the need to switch every now and again to give her legs some rest suggests to her that she's been here for a long time, but she can't tell for sure, and she couldn't care less.
not when someone is gripping the back of her skull while shoving her face into his heavy sweaty balls, muttering something about this toilet slut looking like a total dyke (if only he knew!). she's in her own nasty blissful world, slurping hungrily and kissing along the hanging skin, even popping each nut into her mouth to suck it gently and roll her tongue all over it. completely blissed out, she mindlessly paws at his thighs as if to somehow bring him even closer.
mhnnn... mmmffh, mmmmmng mhuhh... hlffrshk mmnhh... gwuohh...
she moans and grunts, fulfilling, it feels, her own entire purpose. little waterfalls of spit leak out of the corners of her mouth and drip all over her chest.
she looks up at whoever's using her, but her unfocused eyes can't even really see him. all she knows is that he gets to look down and see a dyke with her mouth latched onto his nuts like she's drinking a thick milkshake through a straw, like she's built for this.
considering how happy she is right now, how there's nothing else on her mind than more, more of this - maybe she is. maybe there's some secret to lesbianism that she's just discovered, that sucking anonymous cock and slobbering all over one pair of hairy balls after another is how a lesbian may reach new heights of ecstasy.
and of course, some of them really do use her like a urinal. it was only a matter of time before the first out of many simply took out his cock and pissed into her open mouth.
she lets it pool, stirring it around with her tongue - so pungent and clearly dehydrated, so deliciously disgusting. it quickly starts overflowing and trickling down her chin onto her clothes. she doesn't even flinch. it's just too good. this is what she wanted. this is what she needed.
a piss and cum receptacle, ready to give each man the loudest sloppiest dykeslurping he could ever imagine, or to swallow down mouthfuls of his acrid urine. both, if needed. all for free. it's her pleasure.
shluuurrrp-glk-glk-glk-glgk-glurkk-glrk~ mhhnnngh... hffsnhhh...
she pours so much love and dedication into gulping and sucking and gagging, draining every piss-stained cock pushed in her face, the sweat-loving piss-guzzling slobberdyke that she is.
glrk-glk-glk-glk-glrk-glrrruhrk-shlurrp-shlupshlupshlupglrrrk~
it's almost too much, to good to be true. all this, all for her.
she's going to be here a while.
