Dirty toilet sex

I’m pretty sure, up until then, the pair of us had never seen a five pound note, even in our wages, but I can still remember that it was dark blue and big, well it seemed big at the time.

Mr Vaughn had told us that, if we were good, the men would give us a five pound note and all we had to do was what we’d did to mr Vaughn and his friends, lots of times before.

Carol and I had sat, as ordered, very quietly, in the back of mr Vaughn’s Morris traveller with him driving and his friend Arthur, in the front passengers seat. We’d all met at his ‘shop’ around eight o’clock that evening and had dressed, as requested, looking as ‘young’ as we could. That was pretty easy for me, as I certainly didn’t look my age and was always being asked for proof of my age, although with Carol, it was a bit harder as she was becoming quite curvaceous, definitely her breasts. We were definitely old enough although the both of us were still a bit too trusting of mr Vaughn and both of us, surprisingly naive.

Arthur was, back in those days, what we’d now call a ‘dirty old man’ and had already ‘interfered’ with Carols pussy and had had to, apparently, check the cleanliness of my cock before setting off although I’m not sure mr Vaughn was too enamoured with his behaviour.

Mr Vaughn had lots of ‘friends’ a lot of whom I’d previously met at his, so called parties, as had Carol too, but not as often as myself but we did know that, whatever, the pair of them had planned it would definitely involve sucking and wanking lots of cocks, spunk and probably a bit more if that dirty old pair had their way.

The venue for their, well ours too, escapade that evening, turned out to be some toilets in an area called the ‘meadows’ about three or four miles outside of town. On the way Arthur explained what was going to happen. The toilet block was a well known area where men and sometimes women met for sex although, as Arthur explained to Carol and myself, we would initially, at first pleasuring men and also that they would be paying for the privilege. Either mr Vaughn or Arthur would keep a careful eye on the pair of us to ensure the men behaved and take the money from the punters, as Arthur called them, prior to letting them loose on us!!!

There were four cubicles, besides urinals and the toilets absolutely stunk of urine and the toilet pans were covered in shit, and Carol when she first went in, wasn’t having it but, after some very stern words from mr Vaughn she followed me in. Arthur put us in a cubicle each, next to each other and in my case pulled down my jeans around my ankles, got my cock out and, tiny as my cock was, knelt down on the dirty wet floor and took my cock in his mouth. I did soon get a bit of a hard on and he told me that that was fine and to leave it exposed when the men came in. He next went into Carols cubicle and after pulling her white knickers down around her ankles got out his cock and forced her mouth down on it. By now, from what I could hear, Arthur’s cock was well hard and I could hear Carol gagging and sucking on it together with Arthur moaning a bit.

Soon, the pair of us were alone and we quickly noticed that besides the graphic sexual graffiti on the walls there were two or three round holes randomly pierced through the dividing wall. I must confess, some of the drawings were not only very explicit but some were almost artistic in nature. I couldn’t, or could Carol, believe how many names and phone numbers had also been written on the walls!!! I should probably also mention that only one cubicle had a door on it and neither Carols or mine did!!

We must have sat there for a good ten minutes, luckily it wasn’t cold, listening to mr Vaughn and Arthur talking outside, seemingly from what we could make out, auctioning our sexual offerings, which I might add, we did hear that neither Carol or myself were available for fucking, cunt or ass. From what we could make out, I was definitely the more in demand and eventually a tall thin gentleman appeared in front of my cubicle, his long limp cock already drooping from his undone flies. Mr Vaughn had trained me well and I was soon wanking him and then giving head to his growing cock. I always found it, in a weird sort of way, rewarding when I could feel a cock rapidly expanding in my mouth and I never really have ever lost the feeling of power over the cock I was sucking!! He didn’t last long, once he was hard, and the jet of hot spunk hitting the back of my throat, initially caught me unawares but I was soon spitting it out, down the shit stained pan, between my legs.

He’d no sooner backed out of the cubicle when another gentleman was pushing his way through, to get to me. Like all the men I had sex with that evening, he was probably in his late fifties or early sixties and although a couple were much older, I only had one, what I’d call younger man who was about thirty. This gentleman, like the previous guy, already had his cock out but this one was well hard, I’d say throbbing with anticipation and really quite red, well the knob end was. I don’t think I’d ever seen a knob end like it, it was like a brass door knocker, very shiny, red and already with pre cum dripping from his hole!!! Big too and I struggled a bit with it at first but soon the pair of us had got into a rhythm and was going at me strong but after a bit of ball caressing by me, he let loose yet another hot jet of creamy spunk. Another load down the pan!!!!

I’d not heard anyone going into Carols cubicle yet although I did have other things on my mind. The next two guys who came to me just wanted me to stand on the pan, pants down and play with my cock whilst they wanked themselves off spunking either on the floor or, the second one over my cock. Whist I was wanking off and dealing with the next punter I heard someone, at last, going into Carols cubicle and spying through one of the holes I could see Carol exposing her pert cunt and his hand playing with it while she was sucking him off. After a while I heard the guy moaning and, like me, Carol then spitting the spunk, down her, likewise shit stained pan.

Most of the gentlemen were quite happy to come in, bit of a wank, perhaps a play with my cock and then be sucked off. Some took what seemed ages to either get hard, especially the older guys or to spunk, some didn’t achieve either. One guy wanted to kiss me, which I didn’t and another one wanted me to finger his bum while I sucked him, which I did. A couple of guys poked their cocks either from Carols side or mine and we respectfully sucked off the relevant offered cocks. I actually enjoyed wanking and sucking most of the cocks and I even swallowed a couple of the sweeter tasting cocks spunky juices, although there were two or three that weren’t very nice, either looking or smelling. I made one guy clean his off before taking him in my mouth but even then he tasted awful as did his spunk! A lot of the cocks smelt of sweat and nearly all of them of piss.

In Carols case most of the men just wanted to touch, finger or play with her cunt whilst she wanked or sucked them off. Some wanted to play with her ample tits and one spunked over them while another one spunked in her hair. Not happy!!!She did have one couple come in for her, she attractive and in her thirties and him a fair bit older. I must confess I did hear a woman’s voice but didn’t take much notice. The woman played with Carols cunt and made Carol play and finger hers (which according to Carol was very wet and hairy) while the man watched. Carol and the woman then took it in turns to wank and suck the man’s cock before the man fucked the woman while she was bent over the pan, afterwards getting Carol to lick his cock clean before, with the woman sat on the pan with her legs apart forcing Carol to lick her cunt clean of his spunk too.

So much for mr Vaughn and Arthur watching out for us and it must have been well gone eleven o’clock before we saw them again. That’s when they gave us the blue five pound notes, two each which, much as Carol was sort of my girlfriend, I’d serviced and sucked off over double, probably treble, the number that Carol had dealt with. I can’t complain though, as at that time I think I was only on about four pounds a week and Carol on even less!!!

On the way home I sat in the front with mr Vaughn and Carol in the back with Arthur. Carol didn’t really like Arthur but she was shit scared of him as he was her manager in the office where we both worked. After a mile or so we stopped in a lay by and mr Vaughn got his cock out and got me to give him a good wanking and then a blow job whilst Carol and Arthur got out and after she’d gave his cock a good sucking, he fucked her up against the door of the car, her naked ass up against the glass where I was playing with mr Vaughn’s cock!!!!