I was using the bathroom at Arby's last night when this 6'2 ripped Indian guy walked in. He had a manicured beard which made my knees absolutely buckle. I love nothing more than a manicured beard on a brown man. Yum! The look he gives me as he walked in told me he was "open", and I needed a piece of meat. So I made an obvious move. I stopped washing my hands and proceeded to go back to the urinal, picking the one directly beside him to use.
I'm faking a little pee when I see in my peripheral vision that his head is turned toward me. I look around and there he is, looking me up and down with an intensity that let me knew he was willing to drop his pants there and then. From behind the urinal divider I could see his shoulder moving up and down a bit. He was very subtly getting himself hard as he looks me up and down.
I smiled and said, "Shall we go to the stall?". Without saying anything he pulls up his pants and struts over to one of the stalls. I follow him like a bitch with giddy excitement follows their parent on the way to the toy store.
After locking the stall door he turns me around and pushes me up to against the wall. He begins to press his rock hard package against my now wet, tight boy pussy. I can feel his denim on my silk shorts. His bulge is just yearning to be unpack aged. His scent was strong, like that of someone who hadn't washed in a day or two and who had done a lot of physical exercise in that time. I like that.
From my shoulders he then ran his hands down the side of my torso all the way to my hips, sliding off my little shorts. Being the whore I am I wasn't even wearing underwear. I know guys love easy access and don't want to waste even a second taking off tighty whities in a situation like this
My hands are now raised above my head clinging to the top of the stall. I push my ass out so it's nice and round for him. I want to be as arched as possible. I know the brown guys like to envision that they're fucking a little pussy.
"No spit" he whispered into my ear. I know Indian guys, they love going in dry, and I let them. In general they aren't very big so it's not a huge risk. This guy was huge though and I was more than willing to pleasure him at my expense.
He rams his brown rod into my pink hole with carelessness and disrespect, things my hole is more than accustom to experiencing unlubricated.
He's throwing it back, so fast and hard that my pelvis is hitting the stall wall the way a ball bounces off a wall. Back and forth. He lifts me up a little as so that my ass can better gorge on his brown pipe. He grabs my hair in a fist and rams my cheek into the wall. I feel like a dirty little whore with my face pressed up against the wall of a urinal and he knows that. I hear the sound of his belt buckle moving in sync with his deep, plunging thrusts into my precum-gushing hole.
"I'm almost done with you", he grunts. I feel the warm explosion of his load. He pulls out immediately after that. My face is still pressed up against the stall as I catch my breath like a bitch in heat. I didn't look at him as he buckled up his pants and walked out of there without saying a word.
I had been used. And I loved it.
