Standard Disclaimer #1 (Static Discharge mix): like almost all ads in Craigslist/casual encounters/w4m, this is fiction; unlike almost all ads in same, it is not spam. As shown by all too many news stories in the past few years, answering craigslist personal as is not always a good idea. And by not always a good idea, I mean, you could end up dead. That's rarely an optimal outcome.
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Bored and horny, I was scanning craigslist's casual encounters section, and came across this one: Bathroom Quickie: I'm going out clubbing tonight. Looking for someone to hook up with at the club and sneak into one of the bathrooms. A little quick head, then I'll bend over the toilet and you fuck me. If you don't have a condom, or if you just like it that way, you'll have to do me in the butt. That's it: a bit of head, a quick fuck, and we're done and gone. Text me with the club you're in, and if I'm in the same club, we're on.
There was a picture of a curvy, tanned brunette in a short, metallic gold dress that reached no more than five or six inches below her ass. She had dark brown hair that went to about the middle of her back, a gorgeous ass and a face that was somewhere between cute and beautiful.
That sounded like fun, so I sent off this reply: re: Bathroom Quickie: I'm going to be at the Midniter Club in about ten minutes.
I snapped a quick selfie and attached it to the email. I didn't expect any results. 99% of all casual encounters ads are spam or other crap, and there were more clubs in town that I knew. I'd just picked the Midniter since it was two blocks from my place, and I could be there in no time.
Much to my surprise, my phone gave me the 'email inbound' ping less than a minute later. re: Bathroom Quickie: I'm in the Midniter now. Where are you?
I headed out the door while tapping out: re: Bathroom Quickie: on the way – 3-4 minutes.
I almost ran, getting to the club, and was soon stepping through the door. Once I was inside, I looked around, and had no trouble IDing the girl in the picture. The Midniter was a yuppie kind of place, and most people were wearing designer jeans and tee-shirts. She stood out like a neon light, and I imagine I was almost as easy to spot. Where she was over-glammed for the place, I was wearing black BDU pants, combat boots, a red tank-top and a biker jacket. That, and I shave my head.
I saw her standing next to the bar, looking around, with occasional glimpses at her left hand, where I assume she was holding her cell phone. In fact, as I came in, my phone did the ping and vibrate, and I assumed she'd just texted me again. She looked up as the door opened, and smiled when she saw me, and I smiled back and headed for her.
There were a couple of guys trying to talk to her, who she instantly ignored when I came in. She met me a few feet from the bar and hugged me hard. Then she whispered in my ear, "You really wanna fuck me?" followed by a low chuckle.
"Sure," I replied in an equally low voice. "You really wanna get fucked?"
"Sure," she echoed me with a giggle. "Let's go!" She grabbed my hand and dragged me toward the back, where I guessed the bathrooms were. They were, and, looking around with a wide, wicked grin on her face, she dragged me into the men's room and into the toilet stall farthest from the door.
"Sounds like we're not the only ones," I whispered into her ear. "Hear that?"
With the bathroom door closed and most of the noise cut off, I could hear gulping, slobbering sounds, and the sound of a guy moaning in ecstasy and muttering, "Oh, yeah, oh fuck yeah..." over and over again.
She giggled again and said, "Well, this must be the place, then," as she sat on the toilet and tugged at the waist of my pants. Taking the hint, I undid my belt and dropped my jeans around my knees. As soon as I did that, she leaned forward and gently ran her fingertips up and down the shaft of my rigid, throbbing cock, then leaned forward and took the entire thing into her mouth in one smooth, slow motion. I may have muttered an "Oh, fuck yeah," of my own right about then.
She sucked me for a minute or two, then sat back with a regretful sigh. "I'd suck you off, but I don't have time to suck you hard again. I gotta meet my boyfriend in a bit. Ready to fuck?" She giggled, and added, "And how do you want it? Pussy, or ass?"
"Ass," I managed to get out of a dry mouth. I'll always take ass over pussy, if it's offered.
She giggled again. "I thought so," she said. "I thought you looked like an ass-fucker. Here, use this," she added as she handed me a small bottle of lube she'd pulled out of her pocket. "I thought I might need this."
I stepped back as far as I could as she got up, turned around, pulled her skirt up over her hips and her panties down around her knees before bending over and grabbing the back of the toilet. As I squirted some of the lube onto a fingertip, prior to rubbing it into her ass, she looked back over her shoulder at me with a grin and said, "Don't bother playing with my ass. Just slick yourself up real good and shove on in. I like it rough."
Taking her at her word, I rubbed the stuff over my cock, making sure there was a nice, thick layer over the whole thing, then, aiming the head at her ass, leaned forward and pushed into her, slowly, but not stopping until I was buried balls-deep in her ass. She grunted when she felt it touch her pucker, and gasped when it popped open around my intruding cock, but didn't say anything or make any other noises.
I stopped, once I was as deep as I could go, and she kind of shuddered, then said, "Okay, start fucking! Give it to me good and hard!" It sounded like she was talking through gritted teeth, and I wished I could see her face. On the other hand, she'd just told me she wanted it hard, so I went to town. Usually, when I've got my cock in someone's ass, I take it slow and gentle, unless, of course, she wants it otherwise, like this hot babe did.
Between the excellent blowjob she'd opened with, and feeling her ass clamping down on my cock on each stroke, I didn't last long, not more than five minutes of mutual gasping and panting. Finally, though, "I'm cumming," I got out. "Where you want it?"
"Cum in my ass," she panted back at me. "In my ass!"
Giving her what she wanted, I ground up against her ass hard as my balls cut loose, pumping a flood of cum deep into her ass. While I did that, she reached back between her legs and furiously fingered her clit, bringing herself to orgasm to match mine. I came so hard I was afraid I was going to collapse, and she was shaking underneath me just as hard. Fortunately, neither of us did, and my breathing finally slowed as the last dribble of cum worked it way out of my cock, still hard, and still buried deep in her tight ass.
A trick I'd learned, stationed in Korea and fucking lots of bar-girls, was that if I kept moving when I came, I could keep going, and, basically, get two fucks for the price of one. This wasn't the exactly same situation, but still...
I started moving again, slowly sliding almost all the way out of her ass, then back in, slow, full strokes. When I pulled back the first time, she sighed, then gasped when I stroked back in to bury myself fully again. After the third stroke, she turned to look at me and asked, "Can you go a second time without going soft?"
To answer her, I pulled out fast, then slammed back, hard, three times in a row. She laughed and said, "Okay, hold on a second." She reached into her purse and pulled out a cellphone, and made a call. "Hey, babe!" pause "Yeah." pause "No, look, I'm gonna be a bit late." pause "No, no problems, just some shit came up at work, and I'm running late." pause "Yeah, love you too." pause "Yeah, I'll be there as soon as I can. See you!" and hang up. While she'd been on the phone, I'd been slowly easing my cock in and out of her ass, not making a sound, but not stopping, either.
The instant she hung up, she gasped and shuddered, in orgasm, I thought. Bracing her hands against the toilet again, she dropped her head between her arms and laughed. "You bastard, I almost came while I was on the phone with Brad. That'd have been hard to explain!" She paused before adding, "Let's take it slow, this time. I'm not sure I can take having my ass hammered that hard twice in a row."
Again, I took her at her word, slowly sliding all the way in and out of her ass. Liking the way it felt, I pulled all the way out on each stroke, just so I could feel her ass closing around me each time I pushed back into her.
It took me a lot longer to cum this time, at least ten, maybe fifteen minutes. I didn't have a watch on me, and if I had, I wouldn't have wasted the time to look at it. While I was slow-stroking her ass, she was fingering her pussy and rubbing her clit, and I think I felt her fingers bumping against my cock as she was stuffing them into her pussy.
My breathing was fairly even, since I was moving slowly, my cock feeling like an iron bar as I repeatedly stuffed it up this anonymous woman's tight ass. Her breathing, on the other hand, was a hoarse gasping as she came again and again and her body was shuddering and trembling beneath me.
Finally, though, I hit my limit and, my breath rapidly increasing to a pant, I ground up hard against her ass as I pumped a second load of cum into her. This time, once the last of my load was squeezed into her ass, I went soft, quickly shrinking and in a few seconds of that, her ass squeezed me out. As soon as that happened, she straightened out with a loud sigh of what sounded like satisfaction. "Oh, fuck, yeah, she said, pressing back against me. "I haven't had a good butt-fuck like that in a long time." Then she grabbed a handful of toilet paper and tried to wipe her ass clean. Reaching around her, I got some tp of my own, and did what I could to clean the mingled lube, shit and cum from my cock, before pulling my pants up and fastening them. She pulled some wet-wipes from her purse to clean herself up better, before turning around and hugging me tight.
"I really enjoyed that," she said, "but I gotta go. Can I get ahold of you sometime, if you wanna do this again?"
"You bet," I said. Like I'd say no to a chance of another great ass-fuck.
"Okay, but we'd better get out of here. This is a lot longer than I intended to take," she said, and we stepped out of the toilet stall to a wave of applause from a half-dozen or so guys who'd obviously been listening to us. She blushed, I smiled and gave a thumbs up, and we left the bathroom, then the club, me heading for home, and she, I assumed, for wherever 'Brad' was waiting for her. I wondered if he'd notice her "I've just been fucked good and hard" flush, the smell of sweat and sex, or the disturbed hair and makeup. Not my problem, I thought, smiling to myself. All in all, an excellent evening, and a cure for both boredom and horniness.