SLIPPING INTO DEPRAVITY - Ch. 02, Men's Room Slut

KAYLEY'S FIRST MEN'S ROOM ENCOUNTER, PART TWO OF TWO

SAM POV

"Kayley," I ordered. "I want you to take off your panties." There was an audible gasp, and a moment later, quietly. "Yes, Sam."

SAM'S STORY

"Kayley," I ordered. "I want you to take off your panties."

There was an audible gasp, and a moment later, quietly.

"Yes, Sam."

There was silence, I heard faint rustling, a squeak of plastic. I imagined her standing to raise her skirt, pulling the panties down, the thin scraps of fabric at her thighs, her knees, pooling at her ankles. I imagined her sitting on the toilet seat, reaching down to collect them as she lifted one foot and then the other.

"Put your panties in your purse, right at the top. But don't zip your purse."

"All right," she said.

"How do you feel?" I asked.

"My heart is pounding."

"How's your pussy?"

"Very wet," she paused. "Are we really going to do this?"

"Nervous?" I asked.

"Very."

I nodded, even though she couldn't see me.

"Okay, Kayley, when you go back out, I want you to leave your phone on, on silent, so that I can hear everything. I'll be listening in, okay. If anything goes wrong, I'll bust down that door in a flash. Whatever happens, you're completely safe. He won't hurt you. Nothing will hurt you; I won't allow it."

"Okay." She paused. "That's a good idea."

"All right," I said. "Now, I want you to know, it's completely up to you. You don't owe him anything. You don't have to do anything. This is all you. This is your choice, whatever you want to do, whatever you choose. I'm there for you. We can walk right out, right now. Or whatever you want."

She gave a small laugh.

"You're sending me out there bare pussy, with my panties hanging out of my purse."

"Were those panties wet?" I asked.

No answer.

"Okay," I said. "When I told you to take them off did your pussy get more or less wet?"

Pause.

"More," came quietly. "A lot more."

"I am so hard right now," I told her. "But it's your choice. And even when you make it, you can change your mind right up to the end."

"I love you."

"I love you too."

"I don't know yet," she confessed.

"That's all right. We can quit right now. We can go home right now. We can quit any time."

"I understand."

"What are you going to do?"

She sighed heavily.

"I'm going to go out there and sit with him... and then I'll decide."

Another heavy sigh.

"I got your back," but there was no answer. Instead, the sound of rustling told me that she'd deposited the phone in the open purse. Probably covered with the panties. More rustling, and the sound of a toilet flushing. Footsteps.

Kayley walked past me without so much as a glance.

"Hey Leroy," Kayley's voice came through the phone. "I'm back."

"I thought you might have fallen in," he said. "I was going to organize a search party."

"You just wanted to follow me into the bathroom," she lilted. I recognized her flirty voice.

He laughed.

"True enough." He paused. "So have you decided."

"I'm still thinking about it," Kayley said. A pause. I glanced over; she was taking a sip from her drink. I had a momentary worry that he might have put something in it while she was gone. But the bartender had been right there. And anyway, why would he need to, if she was probably going to say yes?

I noticed that Leroy was glancing at her purse. He'd noticed the panties. I could imagine the wheels turning into his head, thinking about the panties peeking out of her purse. Thinking about how she'd left the purse unzipped so he could notice them. As long as he didn't poke around in that purse.

"Anything I can do to persuade you?" he teased.

"You're persuasive enough that I'm thinking of it," she whispered.

He leaned forward, and slid his hand along her hip.

"It'll be worth it," he promised.

"You're very confident," she teased.

As he straightened, his hand moved from her hip down the outside of her thigh to her knee.

Then he leaned forward, slowly thrusting his hand smoothly up between her legs, half way up her thighs. She stiffened and squeaked, clamping her thighs together. He'd done that before, and she'd allowed it. But now the play was on a different level, and distracted, she'd been surprised.

For a second, it seemed he's blown it. She'd been on the fence, and he'd pushed her off.

"You know what I just noticed," he said smoothly.

"What?" her voice was tremulous, a little breathless.

His hand between her legs moved slightly, just enough that I could tell her thighs weren't clamped together. She'd relaxed to his touch. He didn't intrude though, he knew he was on the knife's edge, the wrong move and it was over.

"You're not wearing panties," he told her. He didn't wait for a response. "Now, I'm wondering about that. Were you wearing panties when you walked into this bar? Yes or no."

"Yes," she said, her voice steadier but still quavering.

"I see. So if you came in with them, you must have taken them off. When did you take your panties off, Kayley?"

I felt a ripple of excitement and unease; this was the first time I'd heard him call her by her name. it sounded possessive in his voice. It made things more viscerally real. I had a flash of him saying her name, Kayley, as he fucked her.

"In... when I went to the bathroom."

"I see," Leroy said, his voice honey smooth. "You know what I think, Kayley. I think the decision's already made, and you're just nervous that's all."

"Uhm..." she said, "you think that, do you?"

"We're going to go to the men's room now, Kayley."

There was a long pause.

She licked her lips.

"All right."

Involuntarily, I exhaled, realizing only now that I'd been holding my breath. So it was as simple as that. It wasn't her decision at all. He decided for her, and she simply accepted it. It had been his choice, and he'd made it for her.

Or had it been my decision, when I'd told her to take off her panties? Told or ordered? My command to return with her panties visible in her unzipped purse, had sealed her fate. Had signaled acceptance to him.

But regardless it was decided: The love of my life was about to be fucked in a sleazy dive bar men's room, by some complete stranger that had sat next to her twenty minutes ago. I was insanely excited, my cock so swollen and hard I could feel it pulsing. My heart was pounding, my mouth was so dry I couldn't speak. I felt buoyant, and overwrought, fight and flight reflexes kicking in. It was as if I was the one about to be fucked in the bathroom and not her. I took a deep swallow of my beer.

Now that the decision was made, Leroy seemed to assume command. He took her by the wrist and lead her off the stool. She came along without resistance, her legs wobbling. She barely had the presence of mind to grab her purse.

Leroy was so focused on dragging her to the men's room, he didn't even glance as they passed me. I looked up, and Kayley and I had a moment where we looked directly at her. I searched her expression - excitement, embarrassment, nervousness, anticipation, even arousal?

I looked for fear, for reluctance, but I couldn't find it. Was it there, and my own lust fooling me. Did she really want this.

She gave me the slightest nod, as if reading my mind. I nodded back. And then Leroy dragged her along. They disappeared behind the men's room door. I swiveled in my chair to face the way they'd gone, ready to rush up and crash through the door, and pressed the phone to my ear.

At first, I didn't hear anything. Sound of footsteps, a creak of door.

"Gross," Kayley said.

"It's not that bad," Leroy replied.

"So..." Kayley began, "how do we do this?"

Then she gasped loudly.

"Fuck you're wet!" Leroy said. "I fucking love a smooth wet pussy."

I imagined him putting his hand up her skirt, feeling her. The gasp of surprise as she did that, the expression on her face. Lust? Nervousness? They must be right on top of each other. I imagined him pressing up against her, her skirt hiked up, his arm between her leg. Did she embrace him? Was she pushed back against a wall?

She moaned deep in her throat. I knew that sound, it was the noise she made when I kissed her hard, when our lips pushed, and mouths tasted each other. He was kissing her, and she moaned for it. I imagined his lips against hers, his tongue.

I could hear heavy breathing now, little smacks and gasps. A rustle of clothing. Was that the sound of a zipper? A creak of a wooden stall. Panting. A soft grunt. My mind filled in the rest, them making out, clothes unfastened. In my mind he was kissing her urgently, leaving her to moan into each kiss, gasp for air between them. He must have her pressed up against a wall, her legs spread, one hand between her thighs. Was he pawing her breasts with a free hand? Holding her?

She sighed, and I knew he'd licked her neck around her collarbone. He grunted heavily.

"That's good," he mumbled, slightly muffled. Was his face buried in her neck. "Feel that."

"It's big," she breathed.

"It's for you," he said. "You're wet for it."

"Fuck," she whispered, "I can't believe I'm doing this."

She moaned deeply, a rippling moan that rose and fell, and I imagined him fingering her, the fingers setting tempo for her gasps.

"Just go with it," he said.

"I'm..." A moan thrust up. "I'm not stopping."

"Good girl."

"How do we do this?" she asked.

"Here," he said.

"Wait," she said. "Do you have a condom?"

"Do we need one."

"Yes," she said. "I have a boyfriend; I'm not bringing anything home."

"He won't know."

"I don't care, put it on."

"All right."

There was a moment of silence, punctuated by breathing.

"Do you want me to help," she asked.

"I got it," Leroy said.

A moment later.

"Feel that?" he asked.

"Oh yeah," she said. "You feel so hard. I can't wait. I want it."

Again, there was that deep moan in her throat. The sound of smacking. I imagined him kissing her hard, hungrily, their tongues sliding against each other. I visualized her up against a wall, her skirt up around her waist, his cock covered in rubber, sliding against her smooth belly as they pawed each other.

The moan was followed by a series of gasps.

"Okay," he grunted, and then grunted again.

"Hold on," she said. "It's not right. I can feel--"

"Here," he broke in. "Just... Okay, close."

"This way?"

'Okay, lift your leg.... All right."

"You have it?"

There was a deeper grunt, a creek, sounds of movement.

"Uh huh!" Kayley's voice was loud.

A loud creak.

"Oh yeah."

"Uh huh," Kayley moaned again. "Ah Ah, it's not."

"A little more," Leroy demanded.

"It's not--"

"Try something else---"

"How about?"

"There."

"Okay this?" Kayley asked, her voice tight with lust, and then she gasped.

"Oh there we go," Leroy exulted. "You feel that? Do you feel that? You're fucking tight."

Instead of an answer, Kayley gave a long moan. I imagined the whole length of him sliding into her, their bodies grinding together hard.

"Oh you're big," she gasped loudly.

"That's what the girls like," he said proudly.

He grunted then, and immediately Kayley grunted in return, their voices see sawing. I imagined him thrusting, their bodies rocking.

"Thick," she almost whined. "Oh shit, you're really opening me up, spreading me apart. You're so thick."

"You like that?" he asked.

But she could only gasp rhythmically.

"You like this big cock?" he demanded.

"Oh yes," she grunted. "Oh fuck, it's deep, you're fucking so deep, I can feel it."

"You have a boyfriend?"

"Yes."

"I bet he's not as big as me," Leroy said. "He's not as thick, not as deep. My cock feels better, fills you."

"Oh yes," she grunted. "Fuck you're big. You fill me."

"You like it."

She was gasping rhythmically. I could see him thrusting in my mind's eye, his big hard cock pounding into her, her body rocking with every thrust, her breasts surging, her back bending, he knees lifting each time he bottomed out. I imagined the pleasurer on her face, the ecstasy in her body, the way her toes curled in her boots as his shaft slid deep.

"You like it," he repeated.

"Yes!" she said. "I love it."

"Does he come in you?" he asked. "Or do you make him use a condom."

But her only answer was a rhythmic grunting.

There was a slap, and then a gasp. He'd spanked her?

"I asked, does he come in you?"

"Yes," Kayley said. "He does."

"You're on the pill, or something?"

"Yes."

"Do you like feeling him raw?"

"Oh yes."

More grunting.

"Can I come in you?"

"No!" the answer was harsh and definitive.

"Okay," he said, "just asking."

Kayley's next moan was a load grunt, mingled with the slap of flesh on flesh. Followed by a succession of gasps.

"Here it comes," he grunted.

"Oh god," Kayley moaned, her voice pitching higher.

The grunts and gasps came faster and faster, accompanied by the sound of flesh slapping, as their bodies smashed together again and again.

"Oh! Oh!"

"Take it!"

"Oh!

"Take it."

"Take it!

"Oh!"

"TAKE IT!"

"Uh!"

"TAKE IT! TAKE IT!"

"TAKE IT ALL. TAKE IT NOW. OH, TAKE IT! YES! YES! NOW!

"Ah."

"Oh, take it."

"Ah."

"Feel it. Feel it deep. You got it. You took it"

"Ah ah."

"That's a girl, you got it."

For a moment there wasn't anything but the sound of the two of them panting. The sound off her, the sound of her labored breathing was as familiar to me as my own heartbeat. I'd listened to her pant away like that a hundred times after our lovemaking. But his was alien, almost unearthly, it had an almost rasping quality. It was the strangest thing, the familiar sound of her, panting alongside of a complete stranger, her sweet femininity, counterpoint for a foreign male breathing.

I imagined him laying on top of her. Over her back, if he'd taken her from behind. Or between her legs. Was she undressed, how naked was she, or he. I imagined their bodies coated with sweat, heaving together as they recovered. Clinging together.

"That was good," he said. "I knew you were a hot piece of ass the minute I saw you."

She didn't respond. I imagined him pulling off her, his softening cock loose in the condom. He sounded pleased, energetic.

"Girls," he said. "They like the big ones."

No response, just the soft breathing.

"How was it for you?" he asked.

"Good," she said, her breathing was slowing. I thought I could hear the rustle of clothing, small random sounds, putting herself together. "It was good."

"Yeah."

"You felt different at the end..."

"Yeah. Fuck. Look..." he said. "The condom broke."

"You came in me?" her voice rose in pitch slightly, I heard concern, trepidation, the beginnings of anger.

"Yeah, sorry," he said. "It broke right at the end; I was coming so hard."

"You should have pulled out?"

"Yeah, you're right. But when I felt it, I was already coming, it was already in you, so I couldn't do anything. I wasn't even sure it was broken, I didn't know till I pulled out and saw. And you felt so good, I didn't want to pull out if it wasn't broken. You were just so hot..."

"You should have told me," she accused.

"I just did, the minute I saw. I wasn't sure."

There was a long sigh.

"Okay," she said, "fine."

Not happy about it. But moving on.

"Listen, I guarantee you, I'm clean. Clean as a whistle. And you're on the pill. Nothing to worry about."

"I guess," she said.

"Anyway," his voice came, "you've got a boyfriend. If you get knocked up, you can tell him its his. No worries."

"That's not what I'm worried about."

"I told you," he said, "totally clean, no worries. You can get a test, they're fast now. A few days, a week tops. Just be careful around him."

Pause.

"Lots of blow jobs," he said. "I guarantee you: He won't mind."

"I guess," she said again. There was something off about her voice. She sounded deflated. Perhaps disappointed.

"All right," he said. "You going to be okay? We shouldn't go out together, you want to go out first?"

"I think you can go," she said. I could tell she was tired of his company. "I want to clean up a little."

"Fine," he said. "Hey, now that you've had what I'm packing... Let's do this again. I mean, sure, you got a boyfriend, but you made it pretty clear he doesn't have what I want. It would be fun, no strings attached."

"Okay."

"Got a pen? Paper?" he said. "I'll write down. Is it in your purse."

"Here," Kayley said quickly. "I've got it. Let me. I'll write it down."

I visualized Leroy grabbing for her purse, with the phone live in it, and Kayley scrambling to take it from him.

"Sure," he said, "no problem." He recited a number.

There was the sound of water running. Taps. Paper towels shuffling.

"Hey," he said. "It was a good fuck."

"Yeah," she said, flatly, perhaps a hint that it wasn't so great.

"I'll see you around, call me when you're ready."

The door swung. I turned to look at the sports screen. But Leroy didn't even glance at me as he sauntered past.

I checked my phone. Less than ten minutes. They'd fucked for maybe five minutes. My heart was still racing. It astounded me that so much had happened in five minutes. In five minutes the world had changed. In five minutes, the love of my life had fucked another man while I'd listened, his cock had been in her, he'd come in her. Had the world changed? Was this some kind of threshold, where everything after was different.

My cock was still violently hard.

"Are you there?" Kayley's voice on my phone.

"Yes," I said quickly. I guessed the mute was off. "Are you okay."

"Oh yes," she said. "I guess. It was an experience. I'm still processing. Is he still out there?"

"Yes," I replied, glancing out at the Bar. He was chatting up the bartender, pulling out his wallet. "I think he's settling up. I think he's going to leave."

"Good," she said. "Tell me when he's gone."

"Are you okay?" I asked. "Do you want me to come back there?"

"No," she said. "I'm fine. I just need to clean up a little. He came in me. And I need to wipe a little more. I don't want to come back out when he's there."

I could understand that. What's the etiquette for having just fucked in a dive bar men's room with a broken condom. Do you just nod at each other? Ignore each other? What sort of conversation do you make? What would he do if he saw her sitting with me?

"Hey! I think the fucker stole my panties!"

The surprise and outrage came through so clearly, I laughed involuntarily.

"This isn't funny!" Kayley said, her voice filled with what I hoped was mock outrage.

"No it's not," I agreed. And it wasn't, but it sort of was.

"I think he stole them. They're not in my purse."

"They didn't fall out?"

"I'm looking, they're not anywhere. They couldn't have fallen out," she said. "I think he took them."

"Is anything else missing?"

There was a moment's silence.

"No. Everything else is fine." She paused. "He must have grabbed them when my back was turned. Fucker! I didn't even notice!"

"He's still here," I said. "Do you want me to go and get them from him."

"NO!" she almost shouted. "NO! Absolutely not! Don't do anything."

"He's leaving," I said. A moment later, "and he's gone."

"Okay, I'll be right out."

A moment or two later, she was sitting beside me, my Kayley. I looked her over. She'd fixed her make up and lipstick, straightened her clothing and brushed her hair. But there were a few stray hairs out of place, the clothing didn't fit quite the same, there was something loose limbed and swivel hipped about the way she sat. I was crazily aware that she wasn't wearing panties, was Leroy's semen oozing out right this moment, would it leave a smear on the chair seat. I couldn't get the thought out of my mind. She'd just been fucked. That was such an exotic thought. The idea of it, knowing that it had happened, was so exotic, so powerful, I was rock hard. At the same time, I was worried about her, about what this meant for us

"So," Kayley asked, "what does this mean for us?"

I took a drink of my beer, to avoid answering right away.

"I don't know."

"I just had unprotected sex with a complete stranger, practically in front of you," she said. "How do you feel about that? About me? About us?"

"I feel okay," I said.

"Okay?"

"We're good?" she demanded.

"Yeah."

"You're sure," she said. "it doesn't change how you feel about me?"

"Kayley," I said, "I love you."

"I'm going to have to get an STD test," she said.

"I know."

"You're going to have to wear condoms, until we're sure."

I nodded.

She licked her lips, staring off into the distance.

"That was weird," she said finally.

"And hot," I offered.

"Very hot!" she agreed.

There wasn't much point in sitting around in the bar. We decided to cut out and go home. As we drove, it kept coming up off and on, awkwardly. Was he really big? Not that much, it was just talk for him, he was really proud of his junk. The Men's room? It was filthy, but kind of sexy filthy, the nastiness added.

Then, stopped at a red light, Kayley finally broke. She started laughing.

"Oh my God!" she giggled. "He was soooo sleazy. He was like a cartoon. Like the minute he saw me, I could tell, he was in lust. It was just one cheap pick-up line after the other, they were ridiculous. When we talked, I could tell he didn't give a damn. I could have said I was a brain surgeon, that I was just here to pick up my Nobel prize. It was all in one ear and out the other, all he wanted was to get me to fuck him. It was comical. Part of me just wanted to laugh in his face."

I waited, listening.

"At the same time," she said, "there was something about that kind of naked lust. Something, I don't know, honest? Transparent about it? Every word, every look, every time he touched me, it was about wanting me, about getting into my pussy. There were all these touches. If he could have dry humped me at the bar..."

"It's thrilling to be lusted after so nakedly," I said. "Ego boost."

Light turned green.

"Oh yes," she said. "Definitely. And it's funny, like when it's out there so nakedly, when the only signal you're receiving is pure 'I want to fuck you' when he's looking at you, and he's just seeing you naked even though you're dressed... when you're getting that kind of raw interest... you think about it."

"I can understand that," I said.

"I guess I'm trying to explain why I did it," she said.

"You don't have to explain it to me."

"I think maybe I'm trying to explain it to myself," Kayley said. "Like, normally, a guy like that, you'd whip out the pepper spray, not go into the bathroom with him. But this time, I wanted. I don't know. Maybe see what it was like. I guess you'd have to be there."

"I was," I said.

"What was it like for you?" she asked. "I kept wondering. What's he thinking."

"I don't know," I said thoughtfully. "I guess we've been playing with it for a while. This flirting game. It's hot watching men hit on you, and its not just because I know you're coming home with me. When they do it, you sparkle, it's flattering, it's affirming and I can tell you enjoy. Attention is nice."

"Spicy," she said.

"Yes," I agreed. "So, you know, I can't help wondering sometimes, what if it went further. What would it be like if she walked out the door with another man. Could I handle it? Would I be jealous? Would it be hot? So, yes, I thought about it. And, I admit, it's kind of exciting to think about. I guess I was half expecting it, sooner or later. That it might happen."

"It happened," she said.

"Yes," I replied. "And it was so fucking hot. I think I almost came in my pants. Like if I'd moved too much, or stood up suddenly, I would have blown. It was bizarre and amazing and not like I imagined. But it was so hot. And it wasn't about him. It was you, like, you were fearless, and amazing and bold."

"I was so fucking nervous."

"You were... heroic," I said. "Just going for it, barreling through. It's like all the time, we see things everywhere, people skydiving, or having car chases, or doing these big impossible things. And suddenly, there you are, and you're doing it, one of these things we only hear or read about or see on movies. You were amazing."

"We're good."

"You're my hero!"

She laughed effortlessly.

"You're my hero," she said. "You were just there, exactly the way I needed you. I wouldn't have been able to do it, if not for you. You didn't tell me to do it, or not to do it. You just supported, gave me strength."

"I told you to take your panties off," I pointed out.

She giggled.

"I was shocked by that," she admitted. "I was going 'Whaaaat?' but kind of thrilled, and weirdly reassured, I can't explain it. You did the right thing."

"Sorry you lost them," I said.

"I'm not surprised. A guy that sleazy, yeah, of course he'd steal my panties."

"He probably collects them. Trophies and stuff."

"Huh," she said thoughtfully. "What do you suppose he does with them. Like does he just keep them in a drawer? Or does he have a special photo album."

The image flitted through my mind - a photo album, filled with women's panties, preserved under the flat sheets.

"I don't know," I said. "He probably sniffs them. Or masturbates with them."

"Oh yuck," she said "Jesus Christ! You men! What's wrong with you! Too much information. I don't need that in my head. Maybe I should have made you go get them back."

"Too late now."

She reached over, laying her hand on my crotch. My erection was back instantly.

"So we're good?" she said. Her fingers kneaded, the fabric of my pants. I had to shift my hips as I drove, allow the erection to smooth in the trousers. Thank god they were loose.

"More than good."

"I didn't come, you know," she said thoughtfully.

"I noticed," I said. "I didn't want to say anything though."

"A couple of times, it felt like I could. But he was so fucking fast, it was all so rushed. It was like it was a race, and he was determined to get to the finish line first."

"The five minute mile." We both laughed.

"I really need to come," she said. "Lots. It was like a really good handshake, but now I want real sex. I want to fuck your brains out. I want to fuck and fuck and fuck."

Her hand was on my erection, I could feel her fingertips pulling on my zipper. My mind flew back to her panting and moaning as some complete stranger fucked her, as she willingly spread her legs in some sleazy bathroom for some sleazy nobody, had surrendered her body.

"Oh we're going," I said.

"Stop for condoms."

As it turned out, I used four condoms in a row, but we did so many things so urgently, we realized it made no difference. In the end, we forget them and just fucked, and my semen joined Leroy's in her body. We slept together entwined like sweaty naked babies, in pure bliss and happiness, more one person than two.