Speaker 1: I was forty, unmarried and single. I never bought into
the whole living happily ever after thing that was for
regular people, and one thing I figured out pretty fast
was that regular people were assholes. I had all of
my high school classmates on Facebook, and their fake online
lives looked like drab City. I did the online dating crap,
but most of the guys on there had more baggage
than a conveyor belt at the airport. That was not
my scene. I liked things the old fashioned way, meeting
people in person. There was nothing better than flirting and
body language. To some, they were lost art forms. But
to the remaining few who had the tools, we could
party like it was nineteen ninety nine. Again. I started
a new routine that was seemingly the most beneficial way
of picking up hot and horny guys. Going to this
sleazy bar next to the airport, Campbell's. You would meet
men flying in or out of town on business, away
from their wives, and I was always willing to show
them a good time. The owner of Campbell's had seen
what I was up to and would turn a blind
eye to me taking someone to the men's bathroom and
doing them. He liked the idea of me being fucked
in there. He winked at me and said, you're my
kind of girl. I'd marry a bitch like you. I
used to laugh at that. One snowy winter night, I
was propped up at the bar of Campbell's when the
door opened and someone stumbled in a cold gust, pushing
them inside. I looked up from my beer and and
a guy around my age, well kept, well dressed, walked in.
He came and stood next to me at the bar,
nodded and asked the bartender for a beer. As he
was being served, he told a tale about missing a
flight and having to wait two hours for the next one.
He sold farm equipment, had his own business, and needed
to get to Wisconsin by tomorrow for some boring seminar.
The bartender gave as much of a fuck as I did,
But there was something familiar about this guy. I looked
him up and down, not bad at all. The bartender
gave me that look like the men's bathroom was going
to be out of service for a few hours tonight.
I turned to the guy, introduced myself, and he did
the same. Dan Roberts, he said, holding out a hand
my eyes narrowed. I knew this guy. I told him
my name was Linda Caruso, and he started a conversation.
The bartender smiled and walked to the back. I made
up a story about how I missed my flight too
and had time to kill. We talked, made conversation. I
kept rubbing my leg against his, and he didn't seem
to mind. He never pulled away. I noticed that the
wedding ring he had on when he walked in magically
disappeared somewhere between the second and third beer he bought me.
I noticed the little looks, the eye contact that held
too long. The game was on. I fully rubbed his leg,
fired a lascivious look from my eyes that would cut
steel transmitting. I wanted him full blast, and he was
giving me all the signals back. I looked around, moved closer.
You and I we don't know each other, I said,
we'll probably never meet one another again. He held his
gaze on me, So why don't we enjoy the moment,
do what we want to do to one another right here,
right now. What do you want to do, he asked,
already knowing the answer. I want to do you, I said, good,
and fucking hard in that bathroom. I licked the neck
of my beer bottle like it was a cock and
stared at him. He thought about it for a moment
and said, fuck it. I pulled him through the door
of the bathroom and was instantly making out with him
like crazy, kissing him deep, all tongues, all wet and sexy.
I pulled away, quickly held up my phone and said,
we'd better set a timer. Don't want to miss our flights.
I fiddled with my phone, set it up and put
it on the shelf above the sinks, and then went
over and bolted the door shut. That's the good thing
about this place, I said, privacy, and pulled my top
down to expose my heavy tits. Shit, he said, and
got on his knees and started to suck them. Fuck,
I moaned. I pulled his hair hard, said do you
like the taste of those tits? Huh? They feel good
in your mouth? He mumbled out a response as he
lapped at my nipples. If you like them, I said,
try this. I pulled away from him, hooked my thumbs
in my denim skirt and yanked it down to reveal
my shapely legs. Then I yanked my black panties down
and pulled them and my skirt off. I hoisted a
leg up on the sink and spread my pussy lips
for him. Eat it, I demanded. He didn't need to
be told twice. He buried his face and my hairy,
wet slit and licked it deep like that, I hissed,
He moaned as he ate my cunt. I do a
lot of this, I said, fucking strangers in bathrooms. If
you lick deep enough, you can taste all the cock
I've had in there. He moaned again, somehow managing to
lick my filthy snatch deeper. That's it, good, I purred,
Clean out all that old cock juice, you bastard. He
reached up and spread my ass cheeks as he ate
me clean hold on, I said, pushed him away, then
squatted and pissed all over the floor. I grinned at
him as I did it, dirty bitch, he said, grinning.
Then I stood up, put my leg back on the
sink and offered him my pissy cunt again. Clean it,
I demanded, Clean it good. He didn't hesitate, then cleaned
out my insides with his eager tongue. Then I ordered
him to stand up and strip. He did instantly. He
was a fine specimen of a man, better than he
looked online. I got to my knees and sucked his
cock hard, going deep on his throbbing rod. I coughed
and gagged, pulled back and looked up at him, leaving
a thick trail of saliva up the length. I've sucked
a lot of cock with this mouth, I said. You
think I'm good at sucking cock? Yeah, he breathed out heavily.
There's nothing better than sucking a stranger's big dick, I said,
lapping the head of it. Well, other than eating a
stranger's asshole out. I grabbed him and spun him around.
He put two hands on the bathroom mirror in front
of him and spread his legs. I lunged my face
into his ass and licked it like a maniac, tonguing
his shithole deep. He whimpered and moaned. He was all mine,
completely in my control. I bet your little wife doesn't
do this for you, does she? I moaned from between
his cheeks. At first, he didn't answer, does she? I
demanded no? He groaned out as I lapped his anus.
You should have married me because I'm a better whore,
I exclaimed, say it, I should have married you, you whore,
he cried in pleasure. That was great. I stood up,
bent over the sink and told him to do me
from behind, fuck me like an animal. He was on
me and in me in seconds. He rammed his dick
up into me fast. I was pushed forward into the
bathroom mirror and watched myself tremble as he went balls deep.
Fuck me, good, I said, in a breathy voice. Let
it all out in me. He plowed me like a
cheap slut from behind. He pulled my hair, spat on
his cock as it plunged in and out of me,
making it wetter than it was. Slap me, I bellowed,
my voice echoing in the bathroom. He cracked a hand
across my ass as he fucked me, across my back
and around my face. Good, whoors like to be treated rough?
I laughed. He went at me harder than he had before.
I started to run out of breath. He was doing
me so hard. Who has the better cunt? I cried, me?
Or your bitch wife? You? He cried, say fuck her?
Fuck your wife? I cried, fuck her. He bellowed back,
fuck my wife, fucking me and degrading her? Did it?
He howled as thick ropes of spunk splattered my insides.
Jesus Christ, there was so much of it. I felt
it pump back out of my cunt and string down
to the piss covered bathroom floor. I spun around, sat
on the sink and spread my cum drenched cunt for him.
Lick me, Get me off, I cried. He got on
his knees and licked me fast and good, and within
seconds I showered him in a gush of cum. It
soaked him and fired so far that it hit the
cubicle walls behind us. We stood there, panting and wiping
ourselves down. I quickly got dressed. He panted and said
that was amazing, I thought, so, I said, let's see
what your wife thinks. His face went pale. I picked
up my phone, unlocked it, and showed him the live stream.
I turned on to his wife's Facebook page. Remember when
I said my high school friends shared too much about
their lives online. That's where I knew this guy from.
He was the husband of one of my old high
school classmates. She always bragged that she had a perfect
life and always said she felt sorry for me not
having what she had, a truly loving husband. Well not anymore.
Say hi, honey, I said, pointing the phone towards him.
His wife appeared streaming live to the chat. I opened
it up and she appeared on the screen, tears pouring
down her face. You son of a bitch, she screamed.
I laughed, turned off the phone and walked out of
the bathroom, walked out of Campbell's into the cold night
air good and fucked regular people. They were such assholes.
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