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Principally Speaking Ch. 01

By: Stardog Champion



Even the brightest, and most task oriented among us, can occasionally be consumed by digital quicksand. Forty-seven year old Dinah Lebowitz didn't have many bad habits, but losing hours of sleep late at night on the internet had become one of them. Bathed in the hazy blue light radiating from her computer screen beside her bed, time often seemed to bend.

What usually started out innocently enough, answering some email and checking on the minutes of the latest school board meeting, more times than not devolved into surfing through silly websites, downloading old tv shows, and worst of all, checking the inboxes of the handful of profiles she had up at online dating sites.

Having never married, Dinah constantly fended off the image of being the old, unmarried spinster. She'd got a job teaching right out of college, but after a few years of dealing with unruly 9th graders, she knew it was time for something more. Working on her Masters Degree at night, Dinah eventually secured it then landed a job as an assistant principal at a high school just outside San Jose. When her boss there moved on, Dinah had impressed the right people and was promoted to the big chair at age 39. It took a few years toiling as principal for Dinah to seek an even higher post, and a few weeks before her 45th birthday, she'd won a seat on the local school board, where she still proudly served.

Even though there were degrees and commendations of every sort covering the walls of her house, a house, by the way, she owned free and clear, those lonely, late night meanderings online proved there was something missing in Dinah's life, even if she truly hadn't allowed herself to face it.

Sad to say, the thought of a steady boyfriend rankled Dinah. The very idea of getting married scared her to death. While she had dated quite a bit in her 20's, and even had a few relationships that lasted over a year, nothing had really blossomed into more. By the time she was in her 30's and started her climb up the career ladder, her time, energy and capacity for dealing with bullshit had become sorely limited.

Once she'd been promoted to principal of her high school, between all the baggage the available men brought, combined with the insecurity many of them exhibited being with a woman of her accomplishments, Dinah found dating in her 40's was no strawberry field either.

For whatever reason, Dinah thought she might still stumble upon a diamond in the rough online. It was less embarrassing than having someone you know try fixing you up, and it was far safer and less time consuming as making herself up and dragging herself out to a bar. While she did attend her fair share of social gatherings through her position in the community, the last thing Dinah wanted was putting herself out there, only to get her heart squashed, or all her dirty laundry aired, by someone she had a professional relationship with.

Having made her bones as a math teacher, Dinah had always been a big fan of statistical reasoning. In an area as populated as the one she lived, she knew there had to be a significant number of attractive, single guys out there who had their lives together who she could spend some of her limited, but valuable, free time with.

The fact that Dinah refused to post a picture on any of her profiles certainly hampered the cause. Even if she'd posted the most benign, G-rated pic she could find, she would have increased the traffic viewing her profiles tenfold. Still, Dinah just couldn't bring herself to post one, knowing she'd be embarrassed to no end if someone from her circle of friends or colleagues stumbled across it.

Instead, Dinah was content to lie in the weeds, scoping out any potential match, then woo the guy when/if the opportunity presented itself. Little did Dinah know just how dangerous taking even such a cautious tact could be.

Judgment, even sober judgment, often doesn't function quite as well at 2 AM as it does at 2 in the afternoon. 

Dinah had given the paysites like E-Harmony a shot, but it had essentially been money down the drain. She discovered she could meet the same litany of losers on the free sites out there. By not having a picture on her profile, she was able to sift through the cesspool with relative anonymity. If someone saw that she'd looked at their ad, at least they didn't have a face to go by. No picture = Plausible stealth. 

Sort of like a woman surveying the menu of a restaurant she'd never dined, she could study the options for as long as she wanted before making a choice. That said, Dinah was hypocrite enough to curse all the guys out there that didn't post pictures of their own. 

When a guy would contact her, or on the rare occasion where she made the first move, invariably his first question would always be, "Why don't you have a picture posted?", followed quickly by, "Can you send one?"

If Dinah thought there was some chemistry there, she would say 'she was just shy' and forward the guy one. If she didn't sense a potential connection, she could say something along the lines of "I don't photograph well" then drift politely off into the woodwork.

Of the guys who did post a picture, many of the photograph choices left Dinah at a loss. Whether it was a guy hiding behind a pair of sunglasses, or visibly drunk with his arm around another woman in a bar, or her all time favorite, the guy standing proudly in front of his mud-soaked pick-up with the carcass of a fresh kill slung across the hood, she developed a keen idea why many of these men had problems finding a date. Of the ones who actually seemed attractive and somewhat inviting, she learned real quick most of them were either married, or had some sort of mental defect, evidenced by the one guy who offered Dinah a chance to join him on an Aruban vacation before he even knew her name.

>From a purely comical standpoint, Dinah was stunned by the never ending array of men who posted cellphone pictures of themselves standing in front of bathroom mirrors with their shirts off, often times with other items of clothing missing as well.

While most of the sites didn't allow nudity on their profiles, it didn't stop a rouge guy every now and then from doing it anyway. Most of the time someone would report the profile and it would be deleted in short order, but as the evening wore on, it didn't take long before another two or three would pop up in its place. 

Even though she'd never been married, Dinah knew what a penis looked like. Some were longer than others, some fatter, some thinner, and to Dinah's ever lasting amusement, some even vaguely looked like the men they were attached to. Some she even felt sorry for if it was true what they said about the camera actually 'adding' size.

Granted there were a few she saw that looked like the guy should be working in porn, but more times than not, if it was an especially impressive picture of the guy's junk, it had been lifted from somewhere else on the net. Since she'd been online, there was one specific picture that had shown up on easily a half a dozen different profiles.

Of course, there was also the handful of men who insisted on talking their beefcake photo in front of their bathroom mirror. And of course, there was nothing more alluring than a man standing there with his pee-pee out for the whole world to see right next to a toilet seat that was up.

Very few actually had a clear view of the guy's face, so when it did, Dinah couldn't help peeking a little longer, the guilty pleasure of seeing if she'd ever encountered the gentleman in question out in public.

When one of those thumbnails of a guy showing off his wares would pop up on the periphery of her screen while she was surfing the site, Dinah would normally just ignore it. On the rare occasion she was bored, or the image seemed somehow out of the ordinary, curiosity would get the best of her. Usually a healthy dose of bewilderment or amusement would ensue, then she'd just go on her merry way.

At 2:32am, one morning in early August, Dinah Lebowitz was overcome with a very different reaction when she gave into her morbid temptations.

Dinah had been finishing up a reply to one of the men she'd met at the site. 

"A nice Jewish boy," her mother would have been pleased to hear, but given the guy was twice divorced and had a ton of back child support hanging over his head, he wasn't exactly the type Dinah intended to hitch her wagon to. Just after hitting the send button, the screen refreshed with a listing of the men who were online at that ungodly hour within a 50 mile radius.

"Oh...there's one," Dinah mumbled out loud, seeing the unmistakable outline of a bathroom mirror, the flash of a camera and a guy standing with his hand down at his crotch, holding his exposed manhood like it was Excalibur. 

The guy she'd sent the email to wanted her to stay up a little longer and IM with him, but Dinah was ready to call it a night. After politely turning down his invite, Dinah shook the sleep out of her eyes a couple times before clicking on the tiny picture beckoning on the screen.

"One last laugh before bed," she told herself.

"MY GOD," were the next words out of Dinah's mouth when that tiny thumbnail transformed into a full sized ad before her eyes.

The guy in the profile was black.

For a progressive woman raised in a liberal, Bay Area family, Dinah liked to tell herself the color of the guy she was leering at didn't matter. In the year or so she'd been at that particular site, she'd seen men of every racial demographic swinging their joint for the whole world to see. To say that seeing that enormous slab of ebony flesh jutting out from the man's jeans, and hanging over that bathroom sink like imposing club didn't have an effect on Dinah would have been a lie.

Before she could soak in the full detail of the picture, Dinah had ever so subtly shifted forward in her desk chair as the cushion below began to smolder. Like most of the other X-rated bathroom shots, it was next to impossible to make out the photographer's face, and the information accompanying the profile wasn't much help either.

The guy did say he was 27, and his synopsis was short and sweet. "Aggressive black male looking for steady hook-up. Age, race and weight don't matter. Creativity, imagination and endurance do!!" 

Dinah cringed seeing the cheesy profile handle he'd chosen, "Soulstroker12", but not enough to peel her eyes away from the photo which seemed the breath with life the longer she looked at it.

"No...you're not going to do this again..just flip off the computer and go to bed," a voice of exasperation chided inside Dinah's swimming head.

Given the late hour, and the butterflies suddenly stirring in places she'd rather not mention, Dinah Lebowitz had no problem ignoring that stern, but apparently toothless, admonition.

That voice in Dinah's head had seen this movie before. Not a lot, but enough to know how the next few minutes would likely play out. With her right hand still perched above the keyboard, Dinah's left drifted beneath the desk, disappearing like a thief in the night. 

Unless you were standing right beside her in the dark, you wouldn't have had a clue what she was doing until you saw the telltale motion of her left elbow wrenching up and down, working like a rig drilling for something buried deep below the ground. If you moved in even closer, you would have seen Dinah's lower lip quiver as her glassy eyes continued their graphic study of the stunningly virile display of genitalia in front of her. If you were quiet enough, you would have also heard the way Dinah's bare feet spread on the floor just before the faint echo of friction meeting moisture.

"Like a thirsty cat lapping from a bowl," you'd conclude before catching your first whiff of her musky arousal.

It wasn't that she wanted to have sex with the man on the screen. She harbored no such feelings for any of the men she'd guiltily peeped at over the past few months. They were simply eye candy to ingest as she absolved herself, at least temporarily, of her selfish and wanton need.

In a strange way, the fact that she couldn't see the guy's face made what Dinah was doing that much easier. She could completely detach herself from any emotion and focus solely on objectifying that one element of the man's existence she needed to satiate the one gaping void in hers.

The spellbinding visual she'd created in her mind of her pale hands wrapped around the black phallus it's possessor was seemingly taunting her with stirred the silt from the depths of Dinah's long repressed desire. By the time she'd progressed to picturing that same shank of manhood pistoning between her parted thighs, Dinah was rocking back and forth in her chair, her moans increasing in volume as she neared release. 

"Top shelf of your night stand, Dinah, there's still time," a voice far less scrupulous than the first tried to remind, but she was already too far gone to care.

Within three minutes of shoving her left hand down the front of the gray sweatshorts she often wore to bed, Dinah Lebowitz was lurching and heaving in her chair, her body bathed in the surreal glow of the computer as her cries of orgasm shattered through her spacious house.

When it was over, Dinah carefully pulled her hand from the syrupy mire of her crotch and pulled herself from the chair. Making her way on rickety knees to the bathroom, Dinah cleansed the evidence of her indiscretion down the sink without even attempting to look at herself in the mirror.

Before crawling into bed, Dinah walked back over to her computer to switch it off for the night. The same picture she'd just masturbated to still glaring, as if in 3D on the screen, Dinah bookmarked the profile then hit exit.

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By the time dawn rolled around the following morning, the memory of how she'd finished off the previous night was a distant afterthought. Dinah went through the following week so occupied by work and other distractions that she hardly even logged on to her computer before bed. Like most clueless criminals that wind up getting busted however, Dinah eventually made the mistake of returning to the scene of her original sin.

If she just hadn't bookmarked that damn profile. Very rarely did Dinah ever go through the trouble of doing so. Either the profile would show up again at some point, and if it didn't there were thousands more out there just like it. In the case of the risqué ones such as the one she'd pleasured herself to a week before, more times than not someone either had reported the violation and the webmaster axed it, or the guy behind it simply took it down.

Logging into the site, Dinah absently clicked on the bookmark page. The 20 or so profiles she'd saved all materialized on the screen. Scrolling down the list, Dinah's heart skipped when the name Soulstroker12 popped up. Unfortunately there wasn't a thumbnail of him standing exposed in front of a mirror. The reality was far worse.

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Whatever Dinah was expecting when she clicked on her bookmarks, seeing the face of someone she knew staring back wasn't one of them. It took awhile for all those assorted bytes of data to register, but once the puzzle started coming together, Dinah melted in her seat.

"Can't be....," she mouthed, but the dark rugged eyes staring back seemed to say "Sure is...".

Before landing the spot on the school board, Dinah had been principal at one of the area high schools, and the face in front of her belonged to one of her former students, one that had caused her a great deal of aggravation during his stay there.

Carlton Kinney was now 27, and hadn't given Principal Lebowitz a second thought since he'd dropped out of school nearly a decade earlier. Now he was, in a roundabout way, locked in a staring contest with the same woman that had suspended him more than once.

Just to be sure, Dinah mustered every bit of energy she could to click her mouse and change the thumbnail of Carlton to the full sized ad. She nearly slid right out of her chair when his unmistakable face splashed across the screen.

Dinah felt like a defenseless boxer taking a 12th round pounding as implication after implication of what she'd done hit home. Shaking her head, even rubbing her eyes several times, in hopes the picture in front of her would somehow change, Carlton's eyes seemed to narrow accusingly on the screen, twisting Dinah's intestines into knots.

"Only way out of this is hit delete and move on," Dinah's inner rational offered with laser clarity, but the powers of compartmentalization she'd developed over the years were suddenly neutered.

Before she could help it, a deluge of memories flooded back of the times she had Carlton in her office, and how many times she'd handed out a day or two of detention, knowing at some point he'd be sitting there on the opposite side of her desk once again. The memory of those interactions was further complicated when Dinah was forced to admit to herself why she'd gone back to the website that night, and the specific picture she'd bookmarked.

"I just need to get up..pace around for a few minutes..maybe mix a stiff drink," she rambled, but the instant she stood up, dizziness forced Dinah back down into her now broiling seat.

Again, the clear decision was to cut her losses, take her medicine and get the hell out of Dodge.

"The only person in the whole world who knows what you did, is you!!" Dinah reminded herself, but like a child who just can't resist tugging at a loose thread of her sweater, Dinah just kept picking and picking.

There was a gnawing need to know if he'd noticed that she'd clicked on his profile and returned the favor. Not that he would have had a clue who she was. Dinah had no picture posted, and the only allusion she'd made to working in the educational field was listing public administration as her occupation.

Steadying herself with an air of defiance, Dinah sat up straight in her chair and clicked on the icon that showed who'd checked out her profile. She quickly slunk back down when she saw Carlton had.

"OK..so he knows some random, faceless woman saw his profile. I'm sure he sees 100 of them a night until he trolls on something interesting," Dinah tried convincing herself, but the invisible reigns bridling her will continued to tighten.

"A few minutes after Midnight," she noted with the same reflection of a vampire might estimating how long til dawn.

There was a school board meeting the following evening at 7, and Dinah had a ton of stuff to do beforehand. The last thing she needed was staying up all night playing on the computer. Still, the aura radiating from the screen held sway.

"Maybe he only puts that picture up, here or there, to get a response, then replaces it with this one," Dinah theorized, her gift for rationalization working overtime as she vacillated on the tip of a very sharp sabre.

Facially, from Dinah's memory, Carlton had barely changed. From the looks of his G-rated picture however, he'd bulked up considerably in his upper body. A result of the weightlifting hobby he'd picked up during the four year stint in prison he served in his early 20's.

On every rational level, Dinah knew this wasn't the same kid who'd repeatedly sat across from her when she was assistant principal in charge of discipline a decade earlier. He was an adult now, and like thousands of other guys just like him had an ad posted on an internet hook-up site. The same site she, sadly, also had one posted.

"Stuff like this is bound to happen," she tried soothing her malignant worry, but the floodgates had already been opened.

Drifting through some of the other profiles she'd bookmarked, trying to find a desirable diversion, Dinah repeatedly found herself returning to Carlton's profile to see if the current picture had changed. 


Principally Speaking Ch. 01



By 1AM she'd put a healthy dent into a bottle of wine as she killed time online. She'd received six emails from others at the site, two she knew, four she didn't. Dismissing each to varying degrees between sips from her glass, Dinah was getting ready to call it a night when email #7 of the evening suddenly dinged her out of her stupor. Clicking on her inbox one last time before turning in, Dinah's hands reared back in shock, nearly toppling the half drunk bottle of vino to her right.

"Shit," she gasped, seeing the name 'Soulstroker12' on the sender line.

The nerves from her scalp down to her toes exploding like kernels of popcorn, Dinah stared at the computer screen like it was the overlook of a bottomless gorge.

"There's nothing that says you have to reply to an email, much less even read the thing. Just delete it and go to bed..guys like him probably put dozens of feelers like that out every night," Dinah told herself, but there was no way in the world she could take another breath without at least seeing what he'd written.

Like a blithering idiot sticking her arm inside the lion's cage, Dinah clicked view.

"I like older women..wanna play..got any pics?" it read. 

"Certainly the charmer," Dinah mumbled aloud, feeling a strange sense of empowering calm wash over her knowing she was just another anonymous woman he was trying to catch at a vulnerable moment.

"The answer to both your questions is no. Thanks but no thanks." Dinah typed out her response but kept her trembling finger above the mouse instead of hitting send.

When she finally brought her finger down like a soft, melancholy gavel, Dinah was sure her polite rebuke would end their ultra brief dialogue. Unfortunately, for every 5 of those types of solicitation Carlton sent out, maybe 1 woman might respond. For better or worse, he had a live one on the other end.

Before Dinah could put a bow on the whole sordid situation, her inbox dinged with Carlton's reply. Rolling her eyes as she looked back and forth between the screen and what was left of the wine, Dinah let out a self loathing groan as she poured another glass.

"my bad," the email started. "just noticed u looked first..figured u saw sumthin u liked??"

The annoying chatspeak aside, Dinah roasted uncomfortably in her seat, both from his sarcastic bravado as well as his bitingly truthful insinuation. An overwhelming desire to defend herself coursing through Dinah's every fiber, she knew anything she'd type would just dig her ditch deeper.

Sometimes in life, the shovel has a mind of its own.

"I'm not really sure what you mean," she shot back after a long, spine steadying sip from her glass.

Five minutes went by without another reply and suddenly the bed became a very enticing option. 

"Maybe this has run its.....," Dinah started to say when email #3 from Carlton jerked her back down into 'the cage'.

Her right hand balled into a nervous fist as she stared at the un-opened message in her inbox, Dinah had lost track of her left until she suddenly felt the moisture of her arousal on the tips of her fingers. Without even realizing it, Dinah's left hand was nestled between her thighs as the flashing cursor on the screen taunted her indecision.

"u viewed my profile while I had another picture up last week ..got a spike of new views," it read.

"I see a lot of profiles on here..I see a lot of pictures," Dinah quickly replied, those fingers of her left hand now rotating in steady, circular motions against her simmering pussy as she typed with her right.

"This one?" Carlton wasted no time shooting back, the two words accompanying the attachment he'd added to the message.

"OH GOD," Dinah winced, her left hand clamping over her crotch as she began squirming in the seat.

It was the same graphic picture that had started this all a week earlier.

Even though the 27 year old young man was sitting in front of a computer nearly 40 miles away, Dinah could almost see Carlton sitting in his own darkened lair, probably taking a long drag off a cigarette or joint as he waited for her response to what he'd just sent.

"You got what you wanted," Dinah snidely congratulated herself, but any sort of vindication in her deception, no.

A bear trap is the easiest thing in the world to step in. Getting out, not so much.

"You're damn right it was that one," she could have easily typed, but that wouldn't have been very becoming of a former principal and current school board member.

Instead, Dinah kept pinching and kneading her fingers between her legs, her eyes unblinking as she stared a hole through the black shank of gristle dominating the center of her screen. Her breathing shallow and gruff as she began bucking her rear end off the cushion, Dinah gripped her right hand tight around the edge of the desk as she rounded the final turn and hurled herself down the homestretch.

The sound of Dinah's chair squeaking mixing seductively with the tenor of her exhaled breaths, the lovely melody rose in pitch until it was interrupted by the ping of another message from Carlton arriving in her inbox.

"Just cum..don't worry about it..Just cum and go to bed," Dinah's inner voice raged, but it would have been impossible, by then, not to look.

Keeping her left hand spinning against her moistened crotch, Dinah shoved her right hand out to activate the message.

"Got a few more just like that one..wanna see???" it read.

"Send them," she rattled her quivering fingers across the keys as fast as she could.

Perhaps it was the wine, but it wouldn't have been fair to blame the alcohol fully. While it does lower inhibition, a good glass (or three) of red doesn't conjure thoughts that weren't already there. 

The seconds suddenly started grinding by once she'd sent the previous email. The lagtime only served to incubate the doubt and fear in her scattered conscience. Continuing to rub her pussy as she tapped her typing hand anxiously on the desk, Dinah stared at the computer screen, seething for the slightest change.

"Calm down..just calm down..God knows how many other women he's jerking around right now," she tried soothing her nerves, but the contemplation of Carlton conversing with another woman in this moment of such virulent need sparked a jealousy inside Dinah she couldn't quite describe.

When Soulstroker's name popped up in her inbox a few tortured breaths later, Dinah jumped to the point that her knees banged the underside of her desk.

The attachment contained four photos.

The first one had been taken at the same time the original one she'd seen. Carlton was standing in front of the bathroom sink, except this time he was holding the thick base of his fully aroused manhood with his right hand while he clicked the pic with his left. The clarity on her image was so vivid, Dinah's stomach rolled when she saw the glistening bubble of pre-cum seeping into view.

The second one, Carlton had taken in the shower. Even though the steam created a murky backdrop, Dinah didn't have to strain her eyes one bit to see the beads of water sparkling like diamonds on Carlton's broad, sculpted chest. Allowing her gaze to drift lower, Dinah's toes tingled shamefully seeing the way the club of the younger man's semi-erect penis hung lewdly from his groin.

By then, Dinah's head was pounding as violently as her crotch as she methodically scrolled down.

Carlton had taken the third picture flat on his back and he laid naked on his bed. The camera was perched on his chest with a perfect view of his cock jutting proudly into the air, just like a crude, phallic monument blotting out the everything behind it.

Biting the inside of her mouth hard as she parted her thighs in the chair, Dinah spun her fingers rapidly through her steaming cunt, unable to stop herself from imagining just what it would feel like to straddle the exquisite chunk of masculinity in front of her.

Managing to keep her mouse hand steady as she progressed to the fourth and final picture, what little tether of self control Dinah had left was torn asunder.

Twisting to her right and bolting up from the chair, Dinah scampered across her bedroom in the dark, nearly losing her feet several times before she reached her nightstand. It didn't take long to find what she was looking for once she reached inside. Nothing else in there had quite the same shape and texture as the pocket rocket shaped vibrator she kept handy for such occasions.

The glow of the computer providing the only light in the room, Dinah stared down at the rather innocuous looking device, knowing full well its glorious capabilities. Taking a seat on the edge of the bed as the lust and alcohol in her system fermented into a lethal concoction, Dinah slid backwards until she was resting comfortably against the pillows behind her.

Pulling her shorts down and kicking them off to the side, Dinah focused squarely on the image eight feet away as she switched on the vibe and lowered it between her legs. Responding immediately when the initial jolt of sensation rocketed through her, Dinah kicked her feet out to each side and ground her heels down into the sheets as she absorbed the carnal potency of what she was witnessing.

The final shot was of Carlton standing naked. From the angle of the camera it was hard to tell if he was holding the thing himself or if someone was kneeling in front of him to snap off the shot. In either event, his huge erection expanded across the screen, the pixels detailing every ridge and veiny contour of the girth. The only difference with this picture was from the way the camera was pointed, the viewer could also see Carlton's smirking face leering down to the right of his rigid and virile endowment.

Feeling what amounted to a wall of adrenaline splashing over her, Dinah leaned all the way back against the pillows and braced herself for what she was about to put her body through. Gliding the vibrator across her clitoris, she plunged several of the fingers of her left into her boiling quim and succumb to the cruel depravity she'd brought upon herself.

Back and forth, Dinah's eyes darted between Carlton's manhood and his cold, humorless eyes. The same set of eyes that glared dismissively across the table at her years earlier when she'd been punishing him. Now they were trained directly on her, seeming to take great joy in the way she turned into a maniacal, whimpering whore, thrashing on the bed in front of him as she brought herself off.

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Unfortunately for Dinah, that frenzied rush hadn't served as an orgasmic exclamation point to the evening.

Eighteen hours later, she found herself in a conference room at City Hall helping preside over monthly school board meeting. There was a heaping docket of issues to tend to, not to mention a capacity audience and two cameras streaming all the happenings live across the town's public access channel.

It wasn't the best time for Dinah to feel one step above roadkill. Three separate people had even asked her at the meeting if she was OK, and each time she'd told them she thought she was coming down with the flu. Dinah openly wondered if she'd told them the real reason she looked so haggard, if they would have shrunk away from her any quicker.

At some point during her frantic masturbatory efforts in the wee hours that morning, Carlton had dropped another message in Dinah's inbox, essentially saying she'd seen all those pictures of him, that it would be nice if she returned the favor.

Dinah's release should've alleviated the complex and cataclysmic pressures that had been building inside her. Pulling her greasy and slick hand free from her crotch before laying the equally soaked vibrator down on the nightstand, Dinah wobbled over to the computer to shut it off when she saw the new message.

Drowsiness now beginning to overtake her, Dinah crumpled back down into the seat and clicked view. Ever the beacon of equity, she couldn't argue with the premise of Carlton's query. Fair was, after all, fair.

As weird as it sounds, it felt as if an anvil had been lifted off Dinah's shoulders when she typed out her admission to Carlton that his pictures had made her cum. The fact she was even considering sending him a picture proved just how far her judgment had strayed. Still, her freshly frigged pussy throbbed when she contemplated his reaction to seeing her face.

The few pictures Dinah had stored on her hard drive all had clear shots of her face, and even in her weakened and aroused state, she knew she couldn't send those. Out of nowhere, Carlton made a suggestion that was brilliant, both in simplicity and decadence. Understanding Dinah's hesitance to reveal her identity, Carlton told the woman he only knew as DGL64 to send him a picture of her pussy after she'd just finished playing with it.

Scurrying through the house as if her blood had suddenly been replaced by helium, Dinah searched high and low for her digital camera. Once she found it, the former teacher, school principal, board member and overall well respected member of the community was holding the hair-lined fissure of her stretched labia apart with one hand as she snapped off a photo of it with the other.

Fumbling her fingers across the keys as she downloaded the pic from her camera, the scent of her billowing lust hung in the room as Dinah readied the photo to send. When the document was all done, Dinah sat there for a minute or so asking herself if all of this was real. She tried to think of something to write before sending the picture to Carlton but decided the up-close image of her swollen vagina said plenty.

Sending it would shred the last vestige of being an aloof spectator in this interaction with her former student. She'd become a willing and active participant.

Normally, after she came, Dinah had mastered the ability to roll right over and go to sleep. Much like smoking a cigarette or doing a hit of a drug of choice, the endorphin release allowed her to de-compress from the day's emotional build-up, and before long, she was dead to the world.

This time however, things were different. Dinah sat in her front of her computer, her entire crotch fizzing like one giant mosquito bite as she hit 'send' and mentally pictured the digital path the obscene photo took to Carlton Kelly's inbox. She couldn't help putting her sticky left hand back down between her thighs to quell the itch as an infinite number of questions burned in her head.

Had he gone to bed or logged off before she sent it? If he had received it, had he been aroused, amused or mortified? Had his pupils flared and his dick sprung to life seeing her submissive offering of appreciation, or had he simply marked the picture up as a notch on his keyboard and moved on to the next bit of horny and vulnerable online prey trolling at that late hour.

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All those questions danced like devious little elves inside Dinah's head as she sat behind the wood paneled dais at her school board meeting the following evening. Ruminating over million dollar decisions that would, in many cases, shape the future of the localities educational system, Dinah closed her thighs together beneath the desk to shield her pantyless crotch from the air conditioning permeating the room.

When Carlton had replied with his approval over the picture Dinah had sent, he'd made a few suggestions. Even though he had no clue who DGL64 truly was, Carlton had told her to go to work the following day, sans panties.

Dinah complied.

He'd also told her to wear the shortest skirt she had in her closet.

Even though she wasn't a frequent skirt wearer, Dinah made an exception that night, and blushed mightily each time one of her cohorts brought it up before the meeting.

"If they only knew," she told herself more than once as the parade of scheduled speakers passed by.

Despite clearly 'not being herself', Dinah had faked it well enough to endure the three hour ordeal. She'd made all the votes, kissed the necessary butts and picked up a copy of the minutes to peruse in a day or two when her mind was focused back on things it should.

For now, all that was left as her car idled in the City Hall parking lot at a little after 10pm was a soup of fear, anxiety, trepidation and utter carnal want that Dinah Lebowitz never fathomed she'd ever taste.

Instead of making the left out of the parking lot and heading home as she'd always done, Dinah made a right......

Part 2 coming soon



Principally Speaking Ch. 02



Dinah Lebowitz had lived in the Bay Area of California her entire life, but as the digital clock on her dashboard steadily crept towards 11pm, she found herself driving down streets she never knew existed. Certainly not a re-assuring feeling seeing mile after mile of dilapidated buildings covered with graffiti as she made her way towards her appointed destination. 

The navigation system said she was on track, but each time the car made a funny sound or she took a bump in the road wrong, an icy razor nicked at Dinah's spine. This wasn't an area she wanted to break down.

The goosebumps on her bare thighs rubbing together like sandpaper as she shifted anxiously in her seat, Dinah's head filled with the scent of the special perfume Carlton had told her to wear. Tresor wasn't a brand she'd ever worn, and being in the closed confines of her car, with her apprehensiveness working on overdrive, she cringed knowing that scent was going to be imprinted on her brain no matter how the rest of the evening turned out.

"Why does he want me to wear this particular perfume?" she asked herself several times, desperate for anything to take her mind off the millions of other things that would certainly distract her from the task at hand.

The answer to that question would come soon enough.

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There were several truckstops dotting the landscape out there on that stretch of interstate near San Lorenzo where the 880 and the 580 met. Each one lit up the night sky like the neon beacon of a casino as Dinah steered through the maze of big rigs in her severely out of place hybrid.

Having weathered more earthquakes than she cared to, Dinah could feel the ground below rumble from the line of heavy trucks passing her in every direction, just adding to the surreal, out of body experience she was feeling.

Checking the truck stop name on the sign with the one she'd written down, Dinah pulled into an out of the way parking spot, cut the engine and surveyed her surroundings as truckers and lot-lizards alike, scurried like tiny ants across the darkened lot.

Less than an hour before, Dinah Lebowitz had been seated with her fellow board members, charting the course for the local school system for years to come. Two months earlier, she'd even been profiled in the Mercury News as one of Northern California's most influential women. Now she was casing the men's room behind a large interstate truck stop, a few towns from home, waiting for the right time (if there was such a thing) to duck inside, unseen.

No one had entered the bathroom in the 10 minutes she sat in the car, and even though she knew some men took their sweet time once they were situated inside, she had to believe if someone had been, they would have come out by then. A shawl wrapped around her head and her chunkiest sunglasses concealing her face, Dinah looked eerily like the Unabomber's infamous composite drawing as she lowered her head and made a beeline towards the door.

"With a flannel shirt and a pair of jeans, you could have pulled this cross gender thing off," Dinah told herself, but it wasn't happening considering the skirt Carlton had insisted on her wearing.

The men's room smelt as bad as Dinah had feared. As prominent as the Tresor was, it did little to mute the other distasteful notes stirring around her. The vibration of all those tractor trailers outside still noticeable under her feet as she stood between the rows of four sinks and four enclosed toilets, Dinah fought the urge to steal even one peek at herself in the cracked and pockmarked mirrors beside her.

"He said the second one," Dinah remembered back to the terse but explicitly detailed instructions Carlton had sent her.

Assuming he meant the second stall as you entered, Dinah crept closer and pushed open the swinging door, desperate to take some level of cover before anyone walked in.

It was exactly as he described. Not that there was all that much to see.

There were the scattershot and extremely lewd drawings and poems scrawled across the walls, not to mention a heaping helping of phone numbers. Seeing those, Dinah congratulated for keeping some level of privacy during her online chats. The toilet itself was, thankfully, in better shape than she thought. She'd seen much worse sights in several of the schools she'd worked in over the years.

Just as she was about to step inside, Dinah froze when she saw the one identifiable feature Carlton had mentioned in his email. There was a crudely cut hole carved between stalls 2 and 3, about the size of Dinah's fist, if she balled it up and tried placing it through. The oval shaped gap appeared to be cut with a pocketknife, then sanded down enough to give it a tolerable amount of smoothness around the edges.

The crude implication of the hole's purpose weighed on Dinah's mind, but she did her best not to try and picture the vast array of sins that had taken place in the very spot she stood over the past few weeks, months or years.

The gravity of her entire existence seemingly was being sucked into that waist high hole to her left, as if an alternate universe was on the other side trying to reel her in. Dinah was so lost trying to fight that hypnotic pull, she barely heard the restroom's outer door swing open, and the echo of cowboy boots headed her way. Crouching like a frightened cat into the corner of the stall, Dinah reached out and fumbled to lock the door. Putting her hands to her mouth as she waited for the man to pass, the sound of his breathing sent chills down the back of her neck as his presence filled the enclosed room.

She only had a brief sliver of a view through the crack in the door, but enough to tell this guy wasn't Carlton. Dinah even let out a meek sigh of relief when she heard his piss stream hit the urinal instead of ponying up in the stall beside her. She knew he had to smell her perfume, it was way too distinct to miss in such an environment. Assuming this guy was one of the truckers out there on the lot, she was sure he encountered oddities of this ilk often during his travels. Even behind the closed door, Dinah could sense the man's bemusement as he washed and dried his hands. She was sure he even tried stealing a peek inside the door on his way out.

Real fear suddenly struck Dinah. Realizing her chance to scurry from the bathroom like a bat out of hell, and return to her regularly scheduled life was dwindling, every single little noise, real or imagined, caused her to flinch as she cowered on the toilet.

Another minute or so passed before the outside door creaked open again.

The new man's footsteps and cadence of breathing once again left Dinah pressing the knuckles of her right hand to her mouth, wondering if this could be Carlton.

"You know it is," a distant, almost ethereal voice inside her head chimed, as if something deep in the core of her psyche recognized the young man's presence from all the times he sat in her office, or walked past her in the halls, a decade earlier.

Seeing his tan work boots beneath the bottom of the door, Dinah could tell he was black just from the passing glance she was able to make through the door's crack when he strode past. The lump in her throat growing as she waited for him to continue on to the urinals, Dinah opened both palms and cradled her sunglass covered face in her hands when she heard the door of the stall beside her swing open.

"DGL64" he mumbled, wasting no time unbuckling his pants as he inquired.

Her tongue dryer than a Death Valley gully, Dinah was finally able to choke back a reply, praying he wouldn't recognize her muffled voice after all those years.

"...Yes," her parched lips managed.

"Good," he casually replied just before tugging the zipper of his fly down.

"Now get down on your knees," Carlton curtly added.

The blood rushing like a raging river in her ears, Dinah hated the young man's crude, blunt arrogance, but she did have to remind herself that she was the one who'd followed his instructions to a tee and now found herself holed up in the men's room of an interstate truck stop.

Before she could piece together any sense of dignity or control, she heard his pants drop down to the tiled floor. Crouched like a scared kitten in the corner of the stall, Dinah's eyes expanded to frightening proportions as Carlton wasted no time feeding his half erect club through the hole separating the stalls.

"I said get on your knees, Bitch," he said once again with heartless purpose.

"Found the perfume, huh," Carlton added matter of factly, taking obvious joy in her searching high and low to find the brand he told her to buy.

The young man's words clunked inside Dinah's head as she fixated on the cylinder of flesh inflating before her eyes, each contour and identifiable mark slowly morphing into the same beastly appendage he'd sent her pictures of.

>From the tone of Carlton's voice, it was clear he wasn't in the mood to tolerate any hesitance on her part. If she refused to do what she'd come to do, Dinah had serious qualms how it would all work out. Perhaps Carlton would take his balls, so to speak, and quietly go home. On the other hand, given Carlton's clear inebriation and potential for instability, being cornered in a bathroom stall with his frustration boiling over wasn't a very comforting thought for Dinah.

For better or worse, her only ticket out of that men's room was the now fully erect slab of black granite springing from the hole in front of her. As if she needed any reinforcement that it was time to step forward, Dinah trembled hearing an aroused gasp leave Carlton's lips just before he widened his stance on the floor.

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Fishing the extra joint he'd brought along from the breast pocket of his shirt once he'd shoved his manhood through the hole, Carlton lit up and took a long, slow drag from the thing as the world slowed down around him.

This had been the sixth time he'd invited a woman out to this spot to join him in a dose of illicit fun, DGL64 had only been the second of the six to show. Picturing what the woman on the other side might look like, it provided Carlton an extra virile rush knowing the woman's reluctance to show her face. Knowing he could walk right over there and kick in the shabbily locked door, Carlton fancied himself far more a gentleman. If she simply did as she was told, the least he could do was protect her identity.

Taking another soul stirring hit from the blunt between his lips, Carlton once again beckoned the woman on the other side over to the wall.

"You told me you wanted it, Lady!! You came all this way. Here it is ..the real fuckin' deal..get down on your knees and open wide," he nearly gloated as Dina stewed in moral purgatory just a few feet away.

Sensing the unseen woman's apprehension billowing from the other side, Carlton listened to one shallow breath after another leave Dinah's lips until he finally heard her stir forward. Dropping his right hand back down to the base of his shaft, Carlton crudely taunted it up and down, as if to say 'take it', as Dinah shuffled closer.

Even for someone as hardened and cynical as Carlton, he filled with a mystical fizz of excitement waiting for the stranger's first touch, and sure enough a seismic jolt of adrenaline did whiplash through him when Dinah's hesitant fingertips brushed against his seething phallus.

"MMMMMMM," he groaned. 

"Now wrap your hand around it and jack it off!!" he told her, his lungs filling with the exquisite rush of conquest as Dinah's grip became more and more sure.

Before letting her close her hand around it however, another far more devious sliver on inspiration sparked inside Carlton's head.

"Did you wear what I told you?" Carlton asked through the wall.

Relaxed, supremely, from the weed now drifting through his system, he was undeterred when she didn't answer.

So, he asked again.

"You didn't wear any panties, did you...I told you not to wear any panties out here," he chastised, his cock luridly throbbing as he interrogated Dinah.

Carlton nearly jumped when the woman replied that she hadn't, albeit in a meek, barely audible whisper.

"Prove it to me," he barked. "Raise up your skirt and put your pussy right up to the hole...I want to see it for myself!!"

Pulling his erection free from the hole, Carlton waited for Dinah to step forward before aiming his middle finger through it. Immediately feeling her humid vaginal warmth bathe his digit, Carlton glided the tip of his finger across the older woman's smooth pubic mound before blindly piercing her swollen labia.

"You shaved like I told you..Good," he praised Dinah before beginning to violently stir the finger deeper inside her.

"...OHHH....GAAWWDDD!!," the bathroom filled with Dinah's hoarse groans.

The vibration of Dinah's knees knocking incessantly against the wall separating them, Carlton jabbed and gouged the finger back and forth until her leaking wetness had seeped all the way down to his bottom knuckle.

As quickly as Carlton inserted the finger, he withdrew it.

A mixture of relief and disappointment bled immediately from Dinah's lips as Carlton allowed her to stew.

"Down on your knees, Baby," he finally told her. "Crawl down there and pucker up!"

It took a few seconds, but eventually the 47 year old woman worked her way down until her pale white knees and lower thighs were visible beneath the divider. Carlton gleamed, knowing she'd passed the point of no return.

Instead of shoving his cock back through the hole, as she undoubtedly expected, Carlton instead used the same finger he just molested her with.

"Lick your juices off!! I want you to taste just how hot you are for this," he calmly prodded, his cock now lurching upwards from his groin like the horn of a rhinoceros.

Tracing the length of his meaty finger down the curve of Dinah's cheek, Carlton painted a trail of the woman's arousal all the way down to her chin before easing the tip up to her lips.

"Kiss it, Baby," his baritone voice echoed through the enclosed space.

Patting down the steely rod of his cock, as if to say 'down boy' when he felt Dinah's mouth close around his middle finger, Carlton slowly wrenched his wrist back and forth, allowing the kneeling woman's tongue to tentatively spin and twist around it.

"Very nice," he told her after a minute or so. "It's a good start. Now comes the real test."

With that, Carlton pulled his hand back and replaced it with something far more substantial.

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The scene on the opposite side of the wall was far less cut and dried. Dinah's face, which had started out as a blank canvas when she'd hidden inside the stall, now exploded in every shade and hue of emotion as her hallow eyes focused on the task at hand.

Carlton's voice registered clearly in her ears, but it wasn't the impetus guiding her action. Despite the younger man's insistent and disciplined aura of dominance, there was something far less tangible at Dinah's controls, something buried so deeply inside her, dredging it up into the light would have been a very bad idea. Instead, Carlton Kelly's voice somehow morphed into that long repressed demon of deprivation wallowing in the shadows of her mind.

When Carlton stabbed his finger inside her from the other side of the wall, Dinah accepted it willingly, biting her lower lip and moaning as she watched with awe the shiny black digit rotate between her moistened labia. When he'd ordered her down to her knees to cleanse the musky length of his finger, Dinah had done that willingly as well, goosebumps spreading across her back and shoulders hearing his groans of approval rise around her. When he finally replaced that finger with his gloriously rigid manhood, Dinah Lebowitz did as nature had designed.

Feeding it back through that crudely cut circle proved more difficult the second time. Expanded to it's full and frightening proportions, Carlton slowly twisted the oblong girth forward until he felt the head of it smack into the side of Dinah's face.

"Kiss it, Bitch," he hissed before taking the final hit of his joint.

Lazily rubbing is hairy nutsack as a pearl of shiny pre-cum oozed from the tip of his dick, Carlton instinctively raised up on the balls of his feet when he felt the older woman's lips come to rest on the spongy head of his penis.

"MMMM...HHHMMMM," he patted the wall with obvious approval. "Now glide that tongue of yours along the bottom and then jack me off!!"

Without the ability to 'see' what was going on in front of him, it simply served to heighten Carlton's other senses. The scent of her perfume was that much tastier on his palate, and the feel of her cautious hand gripping his shaft caused the younger man's chest to swell with lucid pride.

"Rub your pussy with your other hand," he wasted no time prodding. "Stir it up....I want to hear how soaked you get doing this!"

"Alright..now put it in your mouth..put the whole thing in your mouth," Carlton commanded, knowing there was no way on God's green Earth that this woman, or any for that matter short of a carnival freak, would be able to pull a trick like that off.

Even though he didn't say it, he was pleased when the velvet ring of her lips came down approximately a third of the way down the clublike girth.

"You can do better than that," he playfully prodded. "You know I can walk right over there, kick in that door and do it face to face. Maybe I'll even break this camera of mine out and snap off a few shots. I can show a few of my friends what a real slut looks like..maybe even post them online and show the whole world."

Even though he didn't have a camera, the not so veiled threat worked. Within the next few seconds, Carlton heard the woman across from him bow herself, take a long, deep breath and this time clamp her mouth down around the halfway point of his dick.

"Now suck it..roll that tongue around it and fuck it with your face..I can smell your pussy from up here..your hot!!" Carlton growled, even gliding the toe of his right boot out beneath the divider and tapping it against Dinah's bended knee.

An assortment of grunts and choking coughs filling the space, Carlton slowly rotated his hips forward, feeding his package deeper down Dinah's overwhelmed throat, not even stopping when the outer door to the bathroom swung open.

Carlton immediately sensed Dinah's trepidation when the third party entered the restroom. While he certainly understood her distraction, he wasn't about to let the presence of another man slow his roll.

"Keep sucking," he told her. "Don't worry about anything else..this is between you and me."

Even with Carlton's cock resting like a heavy log on her tongue, Dinah could strain her head far enough to the side to see the man who just entered slide cautiously by the crack in the door. 

"Had Carlton invited an audience?" Dinah couldn't help but wonder, but her fears were alleviated somewhat when the sound of the stranger's piss stream echoed from the corner urinal.

Feeling the younger man's work boot tap her bare knee several more times, Dinah once again commenced with her carnal chore. The clear, salty pre-cursor to Carlton's release mixing with her saliva, Dinah's senses filled with the abundant masculine scent wafting from Carlton's genitalia each time she was about to suck in a fresh dose of oxygen through her flared nostrils. 

Sure the visitor had even stopped to peek in on her through the crack on his way out the door, this time Dinah didn't even turn to acknowledge his presence.

Carlton could have easily shot his wad at any moment. It had been four days since he'd last had sex, and the copious reservoir of semen boiling in his balls would likely drown the woman if she didn't pull her mouth away in time.

The one woman who had kept her date with him at that very spot a few weeks earlier, a middle aged Filipino if Carlton's accent detector was right, tried swallowing his load and a brutal, coughing fit ensued. Peering through the glory hole once he was done, Carlton saw a sticky white bib of cum obstructing the woman's face and chest as she dazedly rocked back and forth on her knees. Like a thief in the night, Carlton stuffed his cock back inside his pants and left before the woman in the opposite stall could even get to her feet.




Principally Speaking Ch. 02



The same exact coda was about to take place with Dinah until Carlton had a brainstorm. Clamping his right hand down on his balls to slow the rapidly building pressure, he eased backwards slightly and told the woman across from him to stand up.

The disorientation coming from Dinah was palpable when he inexplicably pulled his cock free from her soft, quivering lips. Even without a single string attached, Carlton felt like a puppeteer controlling the woman's every movement or thought.

"Stand up and turn your back towards the wall," he said in an almost hypnotic cadence. "Now hike that skirt up and press that ass of your's right against the hole."

Hearing Dinah's rickety knees crackle as she struggled to her feet, Carlton took a step back and leaned down towards the hole, his eyes focusing through the gap just as the bubblegum pink petals of Dinah's smooth vagina came into view. Even in her delirious state, Carlton got a clear sense the older woman knew exactly what he was expecting of her.

"MMMHHHHMMM," he let out another hearty, bombastic groan when he inhaled a healthy dose of Dinah's sweltering arousal.

"Stand right there..just like that," he demanded with cold, methodical precision.

Easing up and stepping forward, Carlton shoved his cock through the hole for the third and final time.

"WWUUUUHHHHH...WWWAAAHHHHHH," Dinah's voice gushed through the bathroom, rattling the fixtures as it bounced back and forth between the walls when she arched backwards and skewered herself on Carlton's protruding sword.

An evil smile plastered across his young but weathered face as he absorbed the echo of Dinah's plaintive cries, God knows what sort of expression Carlton would have had if knew it was his former high school principal on the receiving end of his base pleasure.

Whatever Carlton's reaction would have been, it would have paled in comparison to Dinah's, knowing she was continuously grinding her rear end backwards against the manhood belonging to the same fuck-up she'd had in her office multiple times back in the day. Bracing her hands flat against the opposite wall of the stall as he slammed her backside relentlessly into the divider separating the them as he touched places inside her no other man had ever dreamt.

Her body crumpling a little lower each time Carlton connected with another withering thrust, Dinah was eventually able to see the black spear hurling through the wall piston in and out of her gaping vagina. The liquid castoff of her arousal spritzing in all directions each time the young stud plunged his dick deeper, Dinah pressed the top of her head against the graffiti covered stall and visually absorbed the unholy way he pillaged her womb.

"My....God.....," she gurgled, witnessing the pure, animalistic beauty of their anonymously joined genitals becoming one.

Pressing her left hand tighter against the stall to balance herself, Dinah somehow snaked her right between her outstretched thighs until she was able to grope at the underside of Carlton's sawing cock. Flailing her fingers around the slick and shiny beast, Dinah twisted her thumb around until she could paw at the nub of her screaming clitoris.

The outcome now was a fait accompli. Given the locomotive force Carlton was ramming his groin into the wall separating them, and the rabid groans belching from his lungs, Dinah knew he was about to cum. Rolling and pinching her clit as he ruthlessly gored her from behind, she knew she had to hurry 'to get hers'. Slamming her backside against the thin divider, Dinah swooned from the power Carlton was transferring from the other side. Cupping her hand tight over her cunt to feel the young man's cock when it exploded inside her, the scent of their lurid friction was nearly intoxicating, like cold hard steel striking flint.

Through the chaotic blur, Dinah had no clue two other men had entered the bathroom, but both were so stunned by the goings on, it was as if they forgot they had to pee. Her gaze focused squarely on the black blur gashing in and out of her cunt, Dinah's glassy eyes bulged, and her feet jerked off the floor, when the first strands of Carlton's semen shot like hot paste against the back wall of her cervix. Before she could take her next breath, her own savage unraveling tripped as well.

To the spectators assembled in front of the sinks, it appeared as if an exorcism had gone horribly wrong as the two stalls vibrated violently. Even though they were both grizzled truckers, the intensity of the cries coming from inside sent shivers down both their spines.

It didn't take long for Dinah's churning vaginal cavity to fill with Carlton's rich, frothy payload and before long it was leaking out all over her rapidly massaging right hand. Spinning it between her legs at that grossly inhumane angle, within thirty seconds of their simultaneous nut, Dinah's entire pubic area was coated in a thick, milky layer of their expended juices.

The tsunami of Dinah's release took awhile to subside, but once she regained the first shattered shards of her senses, she realized Carlton was still carving his cock in slow, gut stirring motions inside her. That part of her body reduced to a ball of liquid fire, Dinah had a hard time believing the young man was still able to stay so damn hard, even after just cumming. 

Having no reference point for having relations with someone possessing Carlton's stamina and sheer determination, Dinah instinctively began humping her raw and throbbing cunt backwards against his steady assault. Even though in her mind, she vaguely sensed the presence of a small audience outside the stall, Dinah had waited so long to uncork those demons inside her, any sense of decency and self control had been vaporized over the past few minutes.

"Fuck me again," she begged under her breath, loud enough for both Carlton and the men outside to hear as her asscheeks began to slap against the wall of the stall.

"You do?" Dinah could hear the condescending tone of victory oozing from Carlton's lips. 

Not only had he lured her an hour from home, but also a million miles away from the person she thought she was. Now he was taking such cocksure glee in the way she was begging him to take her for a second time.

"More than happy to..tell you what though..why don't you reach over and unlock that door..let those two lookie-loos get a real good look at what a slut you are," Carlton added.

Despite the chorus of voices in her head telling her not to, Dinah pulled her right hand free from the sticky battlefield of her crotch and flailed it towards the door. Gripping the round lock with her cum-stained fingers proved difficult, but she was able to turn it on the fourth try. Within a few seconds of the door swinging open, the gallery of two had a free view in.

Even though her sunglasses had fallen off at some point during the deluge, Dinah's shawl was still wrapped around her head, obstructing most of her face. Not that anyone would have really focused on her face given the way her feet were spread wide on the floor, and her skirt was hiked up to her waist. The way Dinah was bent over provided a clear path too see how the guy in the next stall was using his mammoth cock to ravage her already abused pussy.

The drenching seed he'd just deposited inside Dinah now bubbling like champagne from her womb each time he drove forward, the velvety sheen was especially noticeable on the dark, onyx tone of Carlton's cock. 

Digging her fingernails into the wall in front of her in a desperate attempt not to topple over, the veins in her neck flared like agitated snakes in a bag as she submitted to her depraved want.

"Give it to me..dammitt...pleasssseeee," Dinah begged through gritted teeth until her body gave way a second time.

"YES..YES..YESSSS...YEEEEEZZZZZZZZ," her cries of release temporarily drowned out the squishing friction of Carlton's dick driving in and out of her sopping wet cunt.

This time, Dinah simply had no strength left to stand. Dropping to her knees, then finally on to her behind as the second wave of bonejarring vindiction battered every nerve in her body, she slowly looked up and saw Carlton's cock still jutting with menace from the glory hole. 

With the two speechless men staring on, Dinah shamelessly leaned forward and took Carlton's penis between her lips, cleansing the beast of the sweet and salty nectar saturating its marbled girth.

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The truckers still standing like two gawking statues when Carlton made his way from the stall and eased past, they watched him steal a quick, satisfied peek down to Dinah through the opened door. With the shawl over her head and her face turned away, it was impossible for him to see who she actually was other than a utterly drained woman who wouldn't forget this night for the rest of her life.

"Do what you want with her," Carlton nodded wryly to the two men before disappearing out the door.

Salvaging every last bit of grace she'd been blessed with, Dinah pulled herself up from the floor. Dusting herself off as she worked her skirt back down to where it should be, Dinah reached for her dark sunglasses and placed them back on her face before bowing her head and exiting the stall, darting between the two truckers just as Carlton had before departing a minute earlier.

She had no clue if the young man who'd just fucked her was still somewhere out in that lot, watching her leave. Frankly, Dinah didn't care either way. Once she'd taken refuge back behind her steering wheel and turned over the engine, there was a clear reckoning inside her that this entire night had been about her wants and needs. She wouldn't waste a moment fretting over the consequences. 

Her swollen pussy already aching for more before she'd even merged on the expressway, Dinah's grip tightened around the firmness of the steering wheel as she drove through the early morning darkness. Her mouth started to water contemplating what she might find on her computer once she arrived home.....

THE END