If You're Going to Cheat, Cheat Big

It was the last Friday of the month, we all met up leaving boyfriends and husbands at home. We'd been doing it for ages same bars, same group. Tonight was no different, find a table, cheap wine, moan about him back home and watch the world go by.

Now, this pub had a bit of a rep as a pick-up joint. If a guy got lucky, most simply left together but occasionally people would sneak into the toilets for a quicky. Management kinda knew the score but as long as the pints flowed and no one complained they turned a blind eye. It was fun watching guys shoot their shots only to be rejected, dust off their pride and move to the next girl. Occasionally they'd approach our table but a quick flash of a wedding ring dampened their hopes.

The time came when I needed a trip to the toilet, I had been putting it off since they weren't exactly well maintained. I made the ring of toilet paper squares on the seat and plonked my bum down when I heard hushed arguing from the adjoining cubicle. It wasn't the first time I'd chanced upon hearing some action, to be honest, I kinda got off on it. It quickly became clear she only went there to give head but he was pushing for more.

I finished off and went to wash my hands, as I'm doing so the door flew open and with a big "fuck you then" she stormed off. Trapped in the cubicle with his pants halfway down and an unmissable huge erection. He froze like a rabbit caught in the headlights before yanking his pants in a fumbled fashion. An uncomfortable moment followed as we stared at each other. For some reason unknown even to me I took a chance and stepped forward towards him, smiled and stepped into the cubicle. Perhaps it was because I was horny, perhaps it was the chardonnay, perhaps it was because my boyfriend only had 5 inches perhaps I was just dumb, either way, I had done it.

He obviously couldn't believe his luck and he wasn't going to waste the opportunity.

His pants dropped as quick as he had pulled them up and his hand went up my skirt as his tongue shot down my throat. Pushed against the cubicle wall I parted my legs as his fingers pulled my thong to the side and his fingers found the hole. Feeling I was already wet he wasted no more time and taking his dick in hand raised my skirt and buried it deep and unceremoniously in me. I don't like to give measurements, but I could feel him fill me better than most guys.

My high heels barely compensated for our height difference but it didn't matter as I soon found myself lifted off the floor in his arms. I locked my legs around him, gripped his shoulders and just knew from his throbbing cock he wasn't going to be gentle. Sealing my lips closed with a kiss he began to fuck me, this was no tender lovemaking, just simple animalistic fucking. No finesse or technique just a rapid deep mechanical pounding. Each downward movement withdrew his dick until only the head remained in me then a forceful thrust refilled me and tapped my cervix like a pneumatic drill. His cock was at my limit, but I knew I had made my choice and I had to take it.

Even though we were both silent, refraining from moaning or dirty talk there was enough shuffling and gasping to make it obvious what we were doing but neither of us cared. Those long, deep, rapid thrusts, delivered without rest took away any fear of being caught. I knew he didn't care about my pleasure, why would he? To him, I was just a convenient little slut in the right place at right time. He was right, sometimes a girl doesn't want all that foreplay shit where a guy pretends he's enjoying eating you out, or any of that "it's what you do with it that counts" crap, sometimes we just need a simple, no-frills hard pounding.

If any girl says you can't climax through penetration alone, or just because a guy's got a big dick, she's either lying or inexperienced because I soon found myself convulsing and shaking uncontrollably. I continued to quiver as minor orgasms followed like little echoes of the main eruption.

When he came a few moments later it was without warning, a final hard thrust and his grip tightened as he emptied his load deep in me. We stopped for a moment, only his pulsating cock shooting out the last few drops. Rapidly we straightened our clothes and not hearing anyone outside made our exit. None of the girls said anything about my long toilet trip, or the fact I looked flustered, did they know or care? I never found out.