0 comments/ 92101 views/ 28 favorites Public Restroom Anal Sex By: evangeliatirolo In my twenties, in Vienna, I had the habit of going to restrooms to play with myself while taking pictures, I got a lot of pleasure knowing that people were meters away from me and I could be seen or caught at any moment. The other fun part was telling my stories to my flatmate Stefany. She, unlike me, was a devoted Catholic and a virgin. Oddly enough though, she wasn't judgmental and loved hearing about the things I did even though she denied liking any of them. The second summer that we lived together Stefany took a vacation to Italy with her parents. There was no email back then and I didn't have anyone to share my stories with so I turned to a woman I found in a sex magazine. Her name was Anna and she liked doing things in public with her boyfriend. She suggested the three of us did something together at the office of her utility company. I told her I would think about it but instead I decided to go there on my own after she gave me all the details. It was 14:25 when I entered the building and got into the elevator for the third floor. My heart was pounding as I made my way through the crowd at the counters and slipped unnoticed into the men employee restroom. In the mirrors I could see that it was empty so I hurried into one of the middle stalls and turned the knob, marking it as taken. I sat on the toilet seat as I waited for my heart to calm down and took a few deep breaths. When I felt relaxed I loaded my Polaroid camera with a cassette and started taking pictures as I striped my clothes off. Completely naked, I rested my heels against the door, applied lube on my crystal blue dildo, and slid it in my pussy. While all this was happening men were coming and going but nothing was enough to curb my excitement; I was reading dirty comics, magazines, taking photos, and fucking my pussy. I had lost track of time but I felt it that something was different about the last person entering the bathroom. He didn't walk into a cubicle or turn on a faucet, but he locked the restroom door from the inside. I thought that was an odd thing to do and I slowly reached for my watch in my handbag to check the time. As I turned my naked body around my neck cracked loudly, there was no way that would go unnoticed. Soon enough I heard three knocks on the door, then three more in a faster sequence. Frozen, with my legs spread and my hands on my wet pussy I waited silently. I had close calls before but I was never caught so I kept sliding my dildo in and out thinking that he would go away. Three more knocks on the door and a male voice was heard from the other side. "Open the door and get out. We called the police about the vandalism you did last week and two employees saw you walk into the employee restroom so there's no need in hiding." "Police? Vandalism?" I murmured in fear as flashbacks of my first and only police experience jumped back in my mind. My boyfriend, when I was still in vocational school grabbed me by the hair and started slamming my head on the wall. It hurt and I got scared so I pushed him and he broke 8 of his front teeth. His parents were police officers and never liked me so they pressed charges. I was not convicted but I got very bad treatment from their fellow officers and even worse because my parents were immigrants. And the worst part about it was that my parents, who thought I was virgin, learned that I had a boyfriend and I was lying to them. With all that in mind I almost cried out, "You are making a mistake!" I lowered my feet to the ground and reached to take my panties from my handbag when one of my ankles popped. The man pulled my handbag under the door and landed me on my ass on the floor when I tried to hold on to it. He left the bathroom and when he returned two women were with him. "Get out of there so we can see if you did any damage," said a woman. "Are you really going to call the police?" I asked a couple of times before I got a response. "That's what they told us to do," answered the man. "Can I get dressed first?" I begged as I was making circles in the stall. "Get your ass out here," the same woman from earlier yelled at me. I opened the door and exited the stall, hiding my pussy and tits with my hands. "That's not her! The other one is a blond, she's a brunette! And this one is much younger too" said a second woman. She was a slender, short brunette with perfectly done make-up. The other woman, a skinny bleach-blond, and the man bombarded me with questions and I felt like when was questioned at the police station 3 years ago. "What's your girlfriend's name?" questioned the skinny blond. "Anna?" I supposed that he was talking about my partner in crime from the magazine. "Is Anna your friend?" "No, I just met her." "You just met her, huh? Your friend Anna committed vandalism in here. She covered the walls of the bathroom with graffiti." "I wasn't going to do something like that!" I cried out. "Shut it, the authorities will decide that!" hissed the blonde. Then the two women said that they had to go back to work and left me alone with the man, Thomas. Thomas locked the baths and said he was the building maintenance and security supervisor. He was a tall, well-built blond man and very imposing. He asked more questions about my nationality and my family. He kept asking if I was an immigrant and I wondered if he was a racist and turned me to the police because of this. After all that questioning he made his verdict. When I heard him saying that they were calling the police I felt cold sweat on my forehead as this was what I wanted to avoid. If it went to the police then my parents could learn as well and I didn't want that. Then he said something that showed that the police were not the only option. "I think you need to learn a lesson and your girlfriend to get a message. The question is if the police should give you that lesson or should I," he said and stood in front of me, looking at me greedily as I was trying to hide my full nudity. "What is it going to be Evangelia," he said, "You want me to call the police or do you prefer me instead?" "I prefer we work it out between us. Can I trust you won't say anything to police?" I replied. "I won't say anything to the police," he assured me, "If you are a good girl." I nodded my head in agreement. I was going to be a good girl for him. He took my wrists and pulled my hands away from my body, uncovering my breasts and my pussy. I stumbled back and forth, unconsciously struggling to keep my hands in place. I hadn't been naked in front of a man for three years. Back then, even with a man I was in love with I found the experience embarrassing. The site of a male erected organ dangling seemed indecent. I never stopped me though to go after the pleasure it was giving me. Thomas too, was unable to take his eyes from my body even when he was undressing and he almost fell down a couple of times. He grabbed me by the neck gently and pushed me down. "Come Evangelia, give me a blowjob." I began as instructed; Thomas's dick had an nice skin taste as I pulled his foreskin back and took it in my mouth. He was moaning and shaking and I didn't thought that he would be capable of something at that time but I was wrong. My camera approached my head and snapped a picture while I was blowing him. With his other hand he stroked the slit between my pussy lips, but he didn't fingered me. Instead, his hand found its way to my ass. "I am going to fuck your asshole, that will teach you a lesson" he told me and snapped another picture of his cock in my mouth. "If I don't have a choise, just be gentle with me," I told him. Luckily, I wasn't an anal virgin since the second year of vocational school but I knew that it could be painful if my partner was too wild. Still sucking, I reached down and took the tube of lube that I carried with me and put some on my asshole. I pushed the lube inside with my fingers, massaging and opening my asshole. He was taking pictures all the while, and swore that if he was my father, he would beat sense into me. He stood me up, led me to the window ledge opposite the bathroom door, and bent me over. Then he pressed his cock in my asshole to see how tight I was. He managed to put the head in with one push. Satisfied with that, he stuffed my panties in my mouth and tied his t-shirt tightly around it. He grabbed me by my pelvis and pulled me on his cock to hear me scream under my muzzle. After a few minutes of slow attempts and lots more lube, he was pushing his shaft in all the way to his balls. Thomas was growling like a beast and started combining his thrusts with slaps in my tender buttocks which started to burn after a while. I was sweating and moaning from the pain, but at the same time I had fully surrendered to his dick and my pussy was dripping wet. Eventually his strokes became shallower and soon I felt my asshole getting filled with his sperm, and his steel grip on me relaxing. His whole body felt softer, less rigid. More than an hour had passed from the time they caught me and he had fucked my ass but I wasn't sure he wasn't going to call the police. He told me to stay bent over until while he collected some of my stuff and took more pictures. Before he left, he came back behind and trailed a line of kisses gently from my ass up to my neck. He then moved me into a stall and left. As soon I got completely free from my muzzle I gathered all my stuff I could find and left the toilets. Finding the elevators proved more difficult than I initially imagined. Some doors were closed, all the offices were empty, and there was deathly silence; for a minute I thought they locked me in. Eventually I found my way past the counters and reached the elevator. I took the emptiest bus home and sat as far away from other people as possible. I checked my bag and a lot was missing. My underwear, to begin with, and my camera, and even worse all the pictures and all my papers and all my identity cards. I checked the zipped pockets where I kept money. The money was all there and I also found a Polaroid photo. I hadn't put it there, so he must had. It showed me giving him a blowjob with one eye open and the other closed. Worried as I might be with so many compromising photos of me along with my ids in his hand, I couldn't help being turned on by the visual stimulus from what I was looking at. The memory of what happened wasn't that bad either. I had always been a fantasies person when it came to sex, so getting fucked bareback by a stranger and having him cum in my ass ticked a lot of my boxes. My pussy, despite his complete lack of attention, was still soaking wet, and if I even touched my pussy, the whole bus would see me cum and squirt like a real slut. I had to wait patiently for my stop and then rushed into my flat for a bath and a well deserved masturbastion. Two days later I got a letter from the utilities company, I opened it, scared that it was something official but I immediately after I open it I knew it wasn't. Inside were two Polaroid photos and a piece of paper with a message. The bleach-blond and Thomas were posing in the first photo. They were holding my underwear and my ids. I was in the second photo with his cock in my ass. I unfolded the paper and read the message, "Any other girl would go for the police, you are such a whore! PS, call Anna if you want your stuff back (phone number)." I called and before I had a chance to speak a woman told me to hold on as she was forwarding the call. I waited for a minute before Anna answered. "Evangelia, honey is that you? I was wondering if you were going to call," she said. "I want my stuff back Anna," I demanded as politely and decisively as I could. "No problem honey but I don't have it. I would have to get them from Thomas and he won't be back until Friday. Come on Friday at 17:00, ask for Anna at the front, and I will buzz you up so you can see Thomas, OK?" she said and then quickly hung up on me. I tried calling again but no one answered. I tried the phone Anna uses for the sex magazine but no one answered there either. Friday at 17:00 sharp I was standing at the reception desk. Anna was not available and a young woman from reception escorted me to the 4th floor, which was empty, and pointed me to a meeting room. I opened the door reluctantly and saw the bleach-blond and Thomas relaxing, but they were not alone. Two other men and the brunette woman with the perfect make-up were there as well, all of them half-dressed. On the big meeting table were all my things. "Why do you look so surprised Evangelia? Did you expect to find only two people here? Who do you think took the photo that we sent you?" the brunette asked. "Anna..." I stuttered looking confused at both of the women, "I just want my stuff back..." That's how my long weekend started. Monday morning, when I left the building I reeked of cum but I had all my possessions in hand. - I want to thank GentWithHandcuffs for being my editor in this story.