The Return of the Man with Huge Helmet
I tried not to think about him and his grotesquely big helmet but whenever I was wanking the thought that always pushed me over the edge was him, his cruel demeanour, dominance and that huge obscene glans. It always helped me produce a huge load of white creamy cum. Some years later and I had started wearing panties and stockings under my trackie trousers in the quiet public toilet where all the action happened. On arrival I went into a cubicle, stripped off my boy clothes and stood there in my red fishnets and frilly red panties, two men were interfering with me, their hands exploring my most intimate areas and my clit-cock stood rock hard tenting my panties out in front of me - a big wet patch already visible.. A young Pakistani lad was watching me get used and wanking his pretty cock but not wanting anyone to touch him.
One of the men was exploring my hole, pushing his index finger past the first knuckle up me. My hole was nicely shaved and I wanted to get my shute filled with cock. I was taking big hits from my bottle of poppers. The other guy pushed my head down and I took his nice hard uncut cock in my mouth as the other guy was working my hole.
I was slightly nervous in this position as I was facing away from the door and would have no idea if someone was coming in. But hugely aroused my fears were over-ridden by the thrill of being stood there in my fishnets and my frilly red panties pulled down enough to permit easy access to my crack and I felt my cheeks being pulled open wide - exposing me intimately: the young Pakistani lad made a beeline to make sure he got a good clear view and I enjoyed the thrill of exhibiting.
Just then the men all s**ttered all turning to sinks or cubicles whatever was nearest and for a second I was left prone and alone. I dived into the cubicle that my clothes were in and that was nearest to me.
I stood there listening trying to work out what the person who had come in had actually come in for - a piss? Or a fuck? My clit-cock still ramrod stiff in my panties and still very high on poppers. A tap on my door told me it was safe to open up - even so as always I did it gingerly - at least until someone pushed from the other side and the door swung wide open - just missing my face. Stood there was the man who had brought me hundreds of orgasms and I could tell he remembered me too and was pleased to see me. He pushed me back into the cubicle and then down so I was kneeling in the puddles of what was more than likely piss. He fumbled with his flies as he said over his shoulder to one of the guys I had been playing with 'keep watch'. After what seemed an age he finally released his cock - despite being in his late 50s there were no problems with getting hard - he matched me. I looked at that helmet - engorged, solid looking and fat. His pisshole was bigger than most guys too. I couldn't take my eyes off it. He put his hand on the back of my head and forced me (forced me!) to take him in my mouth. He angled my chin up so I was staring at him while he fucked my face - he started giving me verbal abuse - using hate speech, I felt my panties stretch under the strain of my hard-on as he did so. Beyond him the young Pakistani lad was peering over the top of the wall watching, no doubt jerking his cock frantically. The huge helmet was now leaking precum in my mouth no doubt helped by the fact he was helping himself to my poppers, so I wrapped my tongue around it still in my mouth trying to stimulate even more production.. However he made me stand up and then pushed me back onto the toilet and then lifted my stockinged legs over my head, I held them there. No one seemed to be watching the door anymore because everyone had gathered behind him and there were also some newcomers - I was beyond caring, although the Pakistani lad was kind of a lookout from his elevated position. And then the moment I had been hoping for happened and I felt that blunt headed monster helmet pushing against my opening - fortunately prepared. I pushed my lips out to welcome his cock into me and was preparing to relax into a long session with that plunger like cock opening me fully but I was the author of my own downfall, the blowjob I had given him had brought him to the brink of climax and within two deep thrusts he emptied his ball sack into me. I could feel him filling me with his spunk and I frantically squeezed my cunt muscles to get every last drop.
After dumping his cum in me his interest disappeared and he savagely decoupled from me and stuffed his sticky cock back in his pants and left without a word, leaving me well and truly fucked. I decided to bring myself off still in the same position, hole exposed, guys outside my cubicle leaning in watching and the young lad mouthing encouragement as he looked down on me. I squirted quickly and messily all over my panties, the white cum showing up beautifully against the red material. I got my trackie trousers from my rucksack hanging on the door and left - walking away from the toilets the cum already leaking from my fucked up pussy.
I didn't have to wait so long before my next encounter with him and that unbelievable cock head.....
One of the men was exploring my hole, pushing his index finger past the first knuckle up me. My hole was nicely shaved and I wanted to get my shute filled with cock. I was taking big hits from my bottle of poppers. The other guy pushed my head down and I took his nice hard uncut cock in my mouth as the other guy was working my hole.
I was slightly nervous in this position as I was facing away from the door and would have no idea if someone was coming in. But hugely aroused my fears were over-ridden by the thrill of being stood there in my fishnets and my frilly red panties pulled down enough to permit easy access to my crack and I felt my cheeks being pulled open wide - exposing me intimately: the young Pakistani lad made a beeline to make sure he got a good clear view and I enjoyed the thrill of exhibiting.
Just then the men all s**ttered all turning to sinks or cubicles whatever was nearest and for a second I was left prone and alone. I dived into the cubicle that my clothes were in and that was nearest to me.
I stood there listening trying to work out what the person who had come in had actually come in for - a piss? Or a fuck? My clit-cock still ramrod stiff in my panties and still very high on poppers. A tap on my door told me it was safe to open up - even so as always I did it gingerly - at least until someone pushed from the other side and the door swung wide open - just missing my face. Stood there was the man who had brought me hundreds of orgasms and I could tell he remembered me too and was pleased to see me. He pushed me back into the cubicle and then down so I was kneeling in the puddles of what was more than likely piss. He fumbled with his flies as he said over his shoulder to one of the guys I had been playing with 'keep watch'. After what seemed an age he finally released his cock - despite being in his late 50s there were no problems with getting hard - he matched me. I looked at that helmet - engorged, solid looking and fat. His pisshole was bigger than most guys too. I couldn't take my eyes off it. He put his hand on the back of my head and forced me (forced me!) to take him in my mouth. He angled my chin up so I was staring at him while he fucked my face - he started giving me verbal abuse - using hate speech, I felt my panties stretch under the strain of my hard-on as he did so. Beyond him the young Pakistani lad was peering over the top of the wall watching, no doubt jerking his cock frantically. The huge helmet was now leaking precum in my mouth no doubt helped by the fact he was helping himself to my poppers, so I wrapped my tongue around it still in my mouth trying to stimulate even more production.. However he made me stand up and then pushed me back onto the toilet and then lifted my stockinged legs over my head, I held them there. No one seemed to be watching the door anymore because everyone had gathered behind him and there were also some newcomers - I was beyond caring, although the Pakistani lad was kind of a lookout from his elevated position. And then the moment I had been hoping for happened and I felt that blunt headed monster helmet pushing against my opening - fortunately prepared. I pushed my lips out to welcome his cock into me and was preparing to relax into a long session with that plunger like cock opening me fully but I was the author of my own downfall, the blowjob I had given him had brought him to the brink of climax and within two deep thrusts he emptied his ball sack into me. I could feel him filling me with his spunk and I frantically squeezed my cunt muscles to get every last drop.
After dumping his cum in me his interest disappeared and he savagely decoupled from me and stuffed his sticky cock back in his pants and left without a word, leaving me well and truly fucked. I decided to bring myself off still in the same position, hole exposed, guys outside my cubicle leaning in watching and the young lad mouthing encouragement as he looked down on me. I squirted quickly and messily all over my panties, the white cum showing up beautifully against the red material. I got my trackie trousers from my rucksack hanging on the door and left - walking away from the toilets the cum already leaking from my fucked up pussy.
I didn't have to wait so long before my next encounter with him and that unbelievable cock head.....
6 years ago
