Why didnât you go to the toilet before going to the club? Now, your stomach is rumbling on the dancefloor, youâll need a bathroom break.
You find a stall, then take your phone out and start scrolling. Bad habit, right. Youâre usually spending so much time on the throne that your legs go numb.
People have knocked a couple of times on your door. Maybe you should hurry up more, after all, itâs a public bathroom.
Suddenly, you hear something crash against your stall door. Then again! Someone was clearly ramming against the door. The third timeâs the charm : the door was flung open, exposing you on the throne with your pants to your ankles.
A man came in, squeezing his thighs and imploring you to let him piss before he wet his pants. He already started to open his pants to take out his dick, hoping youâd let him go.
Although you saw the panic in his eyes and you wanted to help him, your legs were completely numb from staying there too long. You couldnât move an inch!
The man looked down at you, his dick pointing your face. He grimaced : he really couldnât hold it in anymore. He looked at you, mouthed a genuine âSorryâ and closed his eyes.
You knew what was coming. You knew it was inescapable. You knew youâd get out of there soaking wet⌠Or would you? With quick thinking, you open your mouth and put it on his dick. It was right on time : instantly, his dick starts pouring his warm golden liquid in your mouth.
The giver of your beverage looks at you, impressed : âFuck thatâs hot!â He sighs in relief, strokes your hair and sends his head back, enjoying the moment while you are struggling to swallow his unceasing flow of piss.
When his bladder is completely emptied into your stomach, he slides his dick out and gives you some slaps on the cheeks as if he was shaking out the last drops. He thanks you, then asks you to follow him around : for sure heâll need his new portable urinal later that evening!
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