Penny had never felt so awful in her entire life. She was trapped naked in a male toilet with nothing, no money or phone with which to call for help.
And the most terrifying thing was that the person who had stolen her clothes was just next to her and he might have been watching her while she undressed. She felt dirty and humiliated.
What should she do? She could make a run for it but then perhaps he would pursue and catch her and do something unthinkable to her. Even if she could get away what would she do? She couldn’t run down the street to Mr. Keller’s hardware store naked. Or could she get to a public phone and call her mother or her younger sister? But they were out at the carnival and might not hear her ringing.
She could hide out in the park woods until she saw someone she knew who might help her. But she couldn’t face the disgrace of someone seeing her without clothes. Everyone would know and she wouldn’t be able to face anyone again. Oh, God, why was this happening to her?
Maybe she could reason with the person. Timidly, she bent down to look through the hole but something was blocking it. With a start she realised it was the palm of a hand. Oh, Lord, the person was definitely still there and he was waiting.
She began to sob silently before pulling herself together. “Hello?” she said before she broke out weeping again. “Please. Please can I have my clothes back?” she blubbed. “You can keep the phone and my purse. Please I just want my clothes,” she implored.
And then everything got a lot worse when the man, for it undeniably was a man, pushed his thing through the hole and ordered her to touch it if she wanted her clothes back.
She pressed herself as far away from the ugly blunt erection waving at her as she wept miserably. Part of her mind was fascinated by its dark pink repulsiveness. She had of course seen pictures of penises even if she hadn’t seen any in real life and she could tell that this one wasn’t too big. However it was still threateningly masculine and made her cringe in horror.
“Please don’t make me touch it,” she begged, snivelling at her torment.
“Touch it or I take your clothes and burn them,” the gruff voice ordered her again.
After another energetic bout of crying, Penny tried to pull her thoughts together. What could she do? She could try to run away and get help. But the thought of being naked in public was terrifying. And anyway what if he chased her down? Perhaps she could attack him, maybe grab his penis and pull it or scratch it. But she knew his testicles would be the thing to attack and she couldn’t see or reach them.
Perhaps it would best if she touched it and then she could have her clothes back. She had planned to touch her boyfriend’s penis for the first time today. She had no doubt Bobby’s dick was as she’d imagined, beautiful and smooth just like the rest of him. But perhaps she could just pretend that this hirsute eyesore was Bobby’s and not some perverted stranger’s.
Carefully she reached out to slowly take hold of him, wrapping her delicate fingers around his hard meaty thickness.
She heard him gasp and felt it twitch violently in her hands as she grasped it. And then he pushed it forward, sliding it through her hand before pulling back again. “Rub it!” he ordered her huskily.
She closed her eyes and began to masturbate him, heartbroken that she wasn’t sharing this moment with Bobby.
After only a minute of wanking, he suddenly commanded, “Suck it!”
“What?” she cried in alarm, letting go his cock. “No please!” she beseeched. “Oh, God, no please don’t make me do that!”
She knew what a blowjob was and she’d talked to some girls who’d given them. They made it sound like it was OK but there was no way Penny ever expected to actually put a penis in her mouth. Even Bobby wouldn’t ever ask her do something so filthy and wrong.
“Suck it or I take your clothes,” the harsh voice demanded.
Tears streaming down her face, she knelt down and reached out to hold instrument of her humiliation again. Closing her eyes she leant forward and positioned it at her lips before slowly sliding them over the rubbery head of his dick.
The stranger thrust himself into her mouth, groaning in apparent pleasure, as Penny began to suck on him. The taste wasn’t as foul as she had imagined but she still gagged on the flavour of stale urine. This improved as the penis was pushed in and out her mouth, sliding over passive tongue as she sucked inexpertly.
Without warning, she suddenly felt a jet of thick salty liquid cover her tongue as the man ejaculated. She pulled back and spat out the unpleasant mouthful as he spurted over her face and neck.
After the squirts had become a dribble, the man pulled his penis back through the hole before slamming open the cubicle door and running out, leaving Penny kneeling on the floor of a public toilet, weeping at her lost innocence.
Eventually, Penny managed to compose herself. She wiped away the worst of the semen with toilet tissue before venturing out of the stall, checking there was no-one there.
Where had he left her clothes? She checked where the stranger had been: no clothes. Frantically she checked the other cubicle: no clothes. And then the rest of the room: no clothes.