Getting Experience

I'm the only one in the room and there's a bunch of bath products I hadn't seen before next to the tub. I add lavender bubble bath and some salts before carefully dunking my head under the running faucet to rinse the piss out of my hair.

When I rest against the back of the tub and let it fill up, I look around this glorious bathroom with clearer focus. The shower floors are gleaming yellow, and puddles of piss are splattered between the spotless urinals. The human urinals are gone and I'm alone.

I think about what just happened and the adrenaline returns. All those mystery men touching me, licking me, pissing all over me and inside me. And that one guy that had sex with me. He came when he mentioned his daughter. What a perv! I think about Mr. Smith as my dad or my grandpa and all the naughty things we do together. My hand moves to my pussy as if to clean it of the sex with that stranger, but I just pump my fingers in and out instead. Imagining Mr. Smith is my father, touching me and fucking me. Spying on me and making me do things for him.

My actual father flashes in my mind the moment I climax. I push him out and replace his image with Mr. Smith again as I bask in the aftershocks of a powerful orgasm.