Continued from “Dana”


Dana was speechless. Shocked would have been an understatement. As she watched the restroom door close and the blonde disappear she looked down at the card she had mechanically taken. There was no name, simply a number written in what appeared to be eyeliner. 573-8572. Dana stared at the card and with a jolt came back to reality and realized that there she stood in a public restroom with the cum from an unknown man leaking from her ass, her hair and clothing a mess, she quickly stuffed the number in her purse and dashed out the door.

Bursting through the restroom door and back into the dwindling light of the afternoon was, for Dana, like a memory of the last day of grade school leaving for summer vacation. The elation of just being alive and free combined with a memory of the dirty deeds she had just completed actually made her laugh aloud. She trotted almost drunkenly down the stairway to the street and turned right on 48th to make her way home.

She had never been so free. She’d never dumped her inhibitions and let go at this level. For that matter she’d never let an unknown man fuck her in the ass either, but she didn’t care. She’d cum like a freight train and that whole body glow still remained with her as she turned the key to the door at her studio apartment.

Once inside she fell back against the closed door and slid to the floor, trying to wipe the smile off her face. She reached past her soiled skirt to her purse and pulled out the card. 573-8572. The feeling of the card in her hand somehow made the entire experience even more real.

She dragged the back of her nail up her thigh. The same thigh, in the same way, that the blonde had done. Up higher and higher to the soft flesh past her skirt hem line. Higher yet until she could feel the heat radiate from her swollen cunt.

She remembered, then, the feeling of that cock. THAT COCK! That big, wonderful willing erection that had so thoroughly fucked her properly then invaded her ass and unloaded a lifetime of lust in only a few moments.

She slipped a finger under the hood of her clit. The electric bolts were still there. She dragged that finger down past her clit. Down through the swollen lips. Down farther yet until she could feel the cum still leaking from her ass. She swirled her finger in the mixture of her own lubrication and a strangers load, and without even a moments thought, penetrated her asshole for the second time today.

Her finger was no match for huge purple head that had been in there only moments ago, but it brought back the scene for her where she pushed on the opposite wall of the bathroom stall to get one more millimetre of that cock in her ass.

Dana inserted a second finger.

Because of her position on the floor she could only get the tips of her fingers into her ass, but it was enough. That deep itch began again. With her free hand she began to rub her clit. Soft slow circles at first, then more violent back and forth up and down, then from the depths of her debauchery came the orgasm. It hit like a thunderclap. Her asshole tightened almost painfully on her fingers and as she struggled to get her digits deeper into her bowls her orgasm caused the breath to empty from her lungs.

As she came down from her high she wondered what the hell had gotten into her. Here she was a normal everyday executive assistant, on the floor, barely inside her apartment, with her fingers buried deep inside her ass and recovering from the third orgasm in under an hour.

To Dana, it was so ridiculous that it was humorous, and as she composed herself she removed her digits, got up off the floor and headed for the bathroom to clean up.

The rest of the evening went relatively uneventfully for Dana.