peach bunny

Before I could protest, he took my hand and led me toward the restrooms. The line was short, and we slipped inside together, the heavy door closing behind us with a click that echoed in the small space. He backed me against the sink counter, his body pressing into mine. “You wanted this as much as I did,” he whispered, his hands sliding up my thighs and pushing my dress up around my waist.

“No, wait—” I started to say, but his mouth crashed onto mine, silencing any further protests. His tongue forced its way past my lips, claiming me with fierce determination. One hand gripped my ass while the other found its way between my legs, rubbing roughly over my panties. I moaned despite myself, the sensation sending shocks of pleasure through my body.

“You’re soaking,” he growled, pulling my panties aside and slipping two fingers inside me. I cried out, my hips bucking against his hand. He finger-fucked me with brutal efficiency, his thumb finding my clit and circling it mercilessly. The sound of my wet pussy filled the small room, mingling with the music that filtered through the walls.

“You like that, don’t you?” he asked, his free hand gripping my hair and pulling my head back to expose my throat. He kissed and bit along my collarbone, marking me. “You like being fucked in a dirty club bathroom where anyone could walk in.”

His words sent a wave of shame mixed with arousal through me. What if someone came in? What would they think? The thought only turned me on more, and I felt myself getting even wetter. He pulled his fingers out of me suddenly, bringing them to his mouth and licking them clean. “Delicious,” he said with a wicked grin before dropping to his knees in front of me.

He hooked my leg over his shoulder and buried his face between my thighs, his tongue diving into my pussy with hungry enthusiasm. I bit my lip to keep from screaming as he licked and sucked, his skillful tongue driving me wild. The sound of his slurping filled the small room, and I could hear people outside the door, completely oblivious to what was happening inside.

Someone tried the door handle, and we both froze. “Occupied!” I called out, my voice barely recognizable.

“Hurry up in there!” a male voice shouted back before walking away.

My mystery man returned to his work with renewed vigor, his fingers now replacing his tongue as he pumped them in and out of me while his tongue focused on my clit. The dual stimulation was too much, and I felt my orgasm building rapidly. “I’m going to come,” I whispered urgently.

“That’s right, baby. Come all over my face,” he demanded, and those filthy words pushed me over the edge. I exploded, my pussy convulsing around his fingers as waves of pleasure washed over me. He lapped up every drop, savoring my release.

But he wasn’t done yet. He stood up, unzipping his pants and freeing his impressive cock. Without hesitation, he lifted me onto the counter and positioned himself at my entrance. “Ready for the real thing?” he asked, pushing into me with one forceful thrust.

I gasped at his size, feeling stretched and filled in ways I hadn’t experienced before. He began to fuck me hard and fast, his hips pistoning against mine. The countertop creaked beneath us, and the mirror behind me rattled with each powerful stroke. “You feel so fucking good,” he grunted, his hands gripping my hips so tightly I knew I’d have bruises tomorrow.

The sound of our bodies slapping together echoed in the small room, a lewd symphony that only heightened my arousal. I wrapped my legs around his waist, urging him deeper, wanting to feel every inch of him. “Fuck me harder,” I begged, surprising myself with my own desperation.

He obliged, his pace becoming almost violent as he chased his own release. Sweat dripped from his brow onto my chest, and our breathing grew ragged. Outside, the music continued to pulse, providing a backdrop to our secret tryst.

Suddenly, the door handle jiggled again, and this time, it opened slightly. A couple stumbled in, obviously drunk and looking for a place to hook up themselves. They froze when they saw us, their eyes widening in shock.

“Oh shit, sorry,” the woman slurred, trying to close the door, but her companion was already taking in the scene with interest.

“Don’t stop on our account,” he said with a grin, zipping up his pants as his girlfriend looked on with fascination.

My partner didn’t miss a beat. “Come here,” he said to the man, who eagerly approached. Before I knew what was happening, he grabbed the man’s arm and pulled him closer, positioning him so I could see what was happening. Then, without warning, he reached out and stroked the stranger’s cock through his jeans. “You want a piece of this?” he asked me, nodding toward the stranger.

I hesitated for only a moment before nodding. The thrill of being watched, of being part of something so depraved, was intoxicating. My partner helped the stranger undress, revealing an average-sized cock that was already hard and leaking. He guided me off the counter and onto my knees, positioning me in front of the stranger. “Suck him,” he commanded, his hand on the back of my head.

I obeyed, taking the stranger’s cock into my mouth and swirling my tongue around it. He groaned appreciatively, his hands tangling in my hair as I bobbed my head up and down. Meanwhile, my original partner positioned himself behind me, entering me once again from behind. Now I was being used by two men simultaneously, my mouth and pussy both filled.

The stranger started to fuck my face, his movements growing more urgent as my partner pounded into me from behind. The woman watched the entire scene, her hand between her legs as she pleasured herself. “This is so hot,” she murmured, her eyes glued to us.

The men grunted and moaned, their combined efforts driving me toward another orgasm. The sensation of being sandwiched between them, of being nothing more than a hole for their pleasure, was incredibly arousing. “I’m gonna come,” the stranger announced, and my partner pulled my head back slightly so I could watch as the man shot his load all over my face, his cum dripping down my cheeks and chin.

Almost immediately after, my partner pulled out of me and came as well, his hot semen spraying across my ass and lower back. The woman rushed forward with toilet paper, helping to wipe me clean as my partner and the stranger caught their breath.

As quickly as it had begun, it was over. The strangers left, promising to meet us later, and I was left alone with my partner in the bathroom of the crowded club. We straightened our clothes and checked our reflections in the mirror. “That was incredible,” he said, kissing me deeply. “We should do it again sometime.”