The Game!
By Max Swan.
At nineteen, she felt like a ghost in her own body—barely five feet tall, her flat chest and straight hips screaming innocence she didn’t want anymore. Her long red hair was tied back in a ponytail, freckles dotting her pale cheeks, and she’d shaved every inch smooth that morning, her bald little slit tingling with anticipation.
College guys ignored her, treating her like a kid sister, but tonight, in this dingy stall with its chipped paint and the infamous hole carved low in the partition wall, she craved something raw. Something that would make her feel desired.
She locked the stall door, heart pounding against her ribs, and dropped to her knees on the cold tile floor. The air felt thick against her skin, her short skirt riding up her thighs as she leaned toward the hole, breath coming in shallow bursts.
Loneliness had gnawed at her for months—nights spent touching herself to fantasies of rough hands and urgent whispers—but this was real. Her pussy clenched at the thought, already slick with need. She waited, ears straining for footsteps, her small hands fidgeting with the hem of her shirt.
What if no one came? What if they did, and rejected her like all the guys in college?
The uncertainty made her nipples harden into tight peaks under her thin top, a mix of fear and hunger twisting inside her.
The outer door banged open, heavy boots echoing on the floor. Cindy’s breath hitched, her green eyes widening as she peered through the hole. A shadow moved, pausing at the urinals before shuffling into the adjacent stall. Fabric rustled, a zipper’s rasp cutting the air, and then it appeared—thick, veined cock pushing through the hole, already half-hard and curving slightly upward.
The man on the other side was mid-twenties, she guessed from the glimpse of jeans and sneakers, but anonymous, just like she wanted. Heat flooded her cheeks, but she didn’t hesitate. Leaning forward, she wrapped her small lips around the head, tongue flicking out to taste the salty bead of pre-cum already leaking from the slit.
The cock twitched in her mouth, growing harder as she sucked, her cheeks hollowing with the effort. It filled her so completely, stretching her jaw, the musky scent of his skin mixing with the bathroom’s grime. Cindy’s mind spun with relief that someone wanted her, how eagerly she slurped, and she felt a deep, aching thrill at the wrongness of it all.
She bobbed her head, taking more of him in, her tongue swirling along the underside as saliva dripped down her chin. The man groaned low, the sound vibrating through the wall, and she felt a spark of power in his reaction. Her free hand slipped between her legs, fingers brushing her smooth, puffy pussy lips, already soaked.
“Fuck, that’s good,” the man muttered, his voice rough and strained.
He pressed closer, the cock sliding deeper into her mouth until it bumped the back of her throat. Cindy gagged softly but didn’t pull away, humming around him to send vibrations pulsing through his shaft. She wanted this—needed it—to feel like a woman, even if her body betrayed her youthfulness.
He paused, the thrusting slowing as if he were peering down. “Hey… Are you a girl?” he asked.
Cindy pulled off his cock and said, “Yes, is that OK?””
“I guess, but this is a gay spot, so don’t hang around here too long. Some guys might get a bit shitty with a girl in here.”
“OK, thanks,” she replied.
“How old are you? You sound kinda young.”
Cindy’s heart slammed against her chest, a forbidden rush surging through her veins. She popped off his cock just long enough to whisper through the hole, her voice pitched high and innocent, “nineteen.”
He bent to look into the hole and sway her face. “Bullshit! You’re younger than that. How old are you? Tell me!”
All her old fears surfaced again. The reason guys reject her is that she looks like a prepubescent child, not a college-aged girl. Then she had an idea. ‘What if I really play on that?’ she wondered. ‘Let them think I’m a little girl. I know there’d be men who’d love to fuck a girl that young, and I would finally get some action.’
“Well, come on… How old are you, kid?” the man asked again.
“Ten,” she said.
The lie slipped out easily, fueled by her desperation, her loneliness twisting into something darker. She dove back in, sucking harder, her small hand gripping the base to stroke what her mouth couldn’t reach.
The man’s breath hitched, a guttural moan escaping him. “Jesus, ten? You’re just a little girl, sucking cock like that?” His voice thickened with lust, the taboo words igniting something feral in him. “Who taught you to do that?”
She thought for a moment. “My daddy,” she lied.
“Motherfucker… OK, suck me off, girl.”
He grabbed the wall for leverage, hips bucking forward to fuck her mouth in short, insistent thrusts. The head of his cock battered her throat, making her eyes water, but she took it, tears streaking her freckled cheeks as she hollowed her cheeks tighter. Cindy felt guilt at the deception, but overwhelming arousal at how it made him lose control. Her fingers plunged into her bald pussy, two digits stretching her tight walls, the wet sounds muffled by her slurps.
“Yeah, that’s it, little ten-year-old slut,” he growled, his cock swelling thicker, veins pulsing against her tongue. “Suck it deeper, baby. Make me cum down that tiny throat just like your daddy does.”
The dominance in his tone sent shivers through her, her clit throbbing as she fingered herself faster, chasing her own edge. She moaned around him, the vibration drawing another curse from his lips. pre-cum flooded her mouth, salty and thick, and she swallowed greedily, her body trembling with the intensity of it all—the public risk, the anonymity, the twisted game that made her feel alive.
He thrust harder now, the stall shaking slightly with each push, his balls slapping against the wall near her chin. Cindy’s jaw ached, but she didn’t stop, her sucks turning frantic, desperate for his release and her own. Her pussy clenched around her fingers, juices dripping onto the tile, the scent of her arousal mixing with his.
The tension built, coiling tight in her core, as his groans grew louder, more ragged. She could feel him teetering on the brink, his cock twitching wildly in her mouth, and she wondered how far this forbidden heat would take them both.
Just as Cindy’s throat tightened around the throbbing head of his cock, the man yanked back suddenly, the wet pop echoing in the stall. She gasped, lips swollen and slick with saliva and pre-cum, her green eyes blinking up at the hole in confusion. Her fingers stilled inside her dripping pussy, the sudden denial leaving her aching, body humming with unspent need.
Why stop now?
The lie about her age had pushed him to the edge, and she craved the hot flood of his cum down her throat, proof that someone wanted her like this.
“Stand up,” he rasped through the wall, his voice thick with barely restrained hunger. “Let me see you, little girl. Show me that tiny body sucking me off.”
Cindy’s heart stuttered, a flush creeping up her neck. Fear twisted with excitement in her gut—exposing herself entirely meant risking everything, but the command in his tone made her clit pulse.
She rose on shaky legs, the cold tile biting into her bare feet, and hiked her skirt higher, pressing close to the hole. Her small hands trembled as she leaned in, letting him glimpse her face first: freckled cheeks streaked with tears, red hair framing wide, innocent eyes.
The man sucked in a sharp breath, the sound ragged. “Holy shit… You really are just a kid. Fuck, look at you—barely any tits, straight as a board. How the hell are you even here doing this?”
His shock hit her like a wave, stirring a dark thrill deep in her belly. He believed the lie completely, saw her as the ten-year-old she pretended to be, and it made her pussy clench emptily. Her loneliness was cracking under the weight of his gaze, even when he was anonymous. She felt seen, desired in her childish form, and it unlocked something raw inside her.
“I… I wanted to try it,” she whispered, voice small and breathy, playing into the role. “Please, don’t stop.”
“Not yet. Strip for me, baby. Get naked so I can see all of you.”
His words came out commanding, laced with that twisted lust, his eye seen through the hole.
Cindy’s fingers fumbled with her shirt buttons, peeling the thin fabric off her shoulders. Her flat chest came into view, tiny pink nipples hardening in the cool air, barely more than buds. She kicked off her shoes, then shimmied her skirt and panties down her slim legs, stepping out to stand bare before the hole.
Her skin prickled with vulnerability, the park bathroom’s chill raising goosebumps along her arms and thighs. She turned slightly, letting him see her straight hips, the faint curve of her ass, and then faced the wall again, spreading her legs just enough. Her bald pussy gleamed under the dim light, puffy lips swollen and slick, a thin trail of her arousal snaking down her inner thigh.
“Jesus Christ,” he groaned, the wall creaking as he leaned closer. “That smooth little slit… You’re hairless everywhere, aren’t you? Spread it for me—show me how wet you are from sucking cock.”
Trembling, Cindy reached down, her small fingers parting her puffy pussy lips. The cool air hit her exposed clit, making her whimper softly. Juices coated her fingers, sticky and warm, and she felt a rush of shame-laced pride at how desperately her body responded. Inside, her mind whirled: this stranger thought she was a child, touching herself for him in this filthy place, and the taboo of it all made her ache deeper. She wasn’t a kid, but role-playing one freed her, let her chase the attention her real age (19) denied her.
His hand shot through the hole suddenly, rough palm cupping her mound. Cindy’s breath caught, eyes fluttering shut as his fingers rubbed over her slick pussy, tracing the seam of her lips with firm strokes. He was bold, invasive, the anonymity of the glory hole making him fearless.
“So fucking wet already,” he muttered, voice husky with awe. “Dripping like a slutty little ten-year-old. You love this, don’t you? Getting rubbed by a stranger’s hand.”
She nodded, biting her lip to stifle a moan, her hips bucking instinctively into his touch. His thumb circled her clit, rough calluses scraping just right, sending sparks up her spine. Years of being overlooked, crashing against this raw validation. His fingers dipped lower, teasing her tight entrance, and she spread wider, inviting him in.
“Tight as hell,” he growled, pressing one thick finger against her vagina.
It breached her slowly at first, her cuntal walls fluttering around the intrusion, so snug it burned sweetly. Cindy gasped, hands bracing the wall, her small body quivering. He thrust in deeper, curling to hit that spot inside her, pumping fast and relentless. Wet squelches filled the stall, her juices coating his hand as he finger-fucked her, the pace brutal and unyielding.
“God, you’re soaking my fingers, kid.”
He pulled out briefly, bringing his glistening fingers to his mouth on the other side, the sucking sound audible through the wall. A low hum of approval followed.
“Mmm, tangy and fresh, like forbidden fruit. Mmmm… I’ve never tasted 10-year-old pussy before. I like it.”
Then he plunged back in, two fingers now, stretching her painfully good, scissoring to open her up. Cindy’s knees buckled, a sob escaping as pleasure coiled tight in her core. His thumb ground her clit in rhythm, pushing her toward the edge, her bald lips gripping him greedily.
She rocked against his hand, chasing the build, tears pricking her eyes from the intensity. “More… please,” she begged, voice breaking, the lie and the reality blurring in her haze of need.
His free hand stroked his cock through the hole, pre-cum beading again, as if tasting her had reignited his own fire. The fingers inside her sped up, thrusting deep and hard, her pussy clenching in warning. Tension mounted, her breath coming in pants, the taboo heat between them thickening the air. He twisted his fingers, hitting her g-spot relentlessly, and she wondered if he’d make her cum like this—or pull her through the wall for more.
His fingers drove into her with ruthless precision, the wet slaps echoing off the tiled walls, pushing Cindy closer to shattering. Her small body trembled, pussy walls clamping down on his invading digits, juices dripping onto the floor in sticky rivulets. The stretch burned, a delicious ache that mixed with the emotional storm inside her—finally, someone was taking her seriously, even if it was built on her lie. But just as her climax teetered on the brink, he withdrew abruptly, leaving her clenching around nothing, a frustrated whine slipping from her lips.
“Enough of this wall bullshit,” he growled, voice rough and commanding, laced with that dark hunger. “Get in here, little girl. Come to my stall—now. And leave your clothes where they are. I want you naked and crawling for me.”
Cindy’s breath hitched, her mind reeling. The order sent a fresh gush of arousal between her thighs, but fear prickled her skin—the risk of being caught in the open, exposed like this. Yet the pull of his dominance, the way he saw her as this forbidden thing, overrode everything. She was 19, legal, but playing the child made her feel alive, desired in ways college boys never bothered.
Heart pounding, she glanced at her discarded skirt and shirt piled on the stall floor, then pushed the door open a crack. The bathroom was empty, the distant hum of night crickets outside the only sound. Naked and shivering, her freckled skin glowing pale under the fluorescent light, she darted to the adjacent stall, slipping inside and latching the door behind her.
He loomed there, pants around his ankles, his cock standing thick and veined, still slick from her mouth. Mid-Twenties maybe, with messy brown hair and a lean build, but his eyes burned with a predatory gleam as they raked over her tiny frame.
“On your knees,” he ordered, pointing to the grimy floor. “Hands down, ass up. Show me how obedient my little slut is.”
She dropped without hesitation, the cold concrete biting into her palms and knees, sending chills up her spine. Her red hair cascaded over her shoulders, brushing her flat chest where her nipples pebbled from the chill and excitement. Positioned like that, her bald pussy was on full display, lips puffy and glistening, clit throbbing visibly.
He stepped closer, the heat of his body radiating against her exposed skin. His hand gripped her hip, rough fingers digging in just enough to bruise, holding her steady. Then she felt it—the blunt head of his cock nudging her slick, puffy pussy lips, rubbing up and down her bald slit with deliberate slowness.
The velvety tip parted her pussy lips, smearing her wetness along his length, teasing her entrance without entering. Cindy whimpered, pushing back instinctively, her small hands fisting against the floor. The friction on her clit made her thighs quiver, sparks of pleasure shooting through her core.
“Please,” she breathed, voice small and pleading, the roleplay deepening her arousal.
His pre-cum mixed with her juices, the slippery glide building an unbearable tension, her pussy aching to be filled.
“Fuck, you’re so tiny back here,” he muttered, voice thick with lust, his free hand stroking her straight spine down to the dimples above her ass. “That smooth little cunt looks like it was made for this—bare and begging.”
He pressed harder, the cockhead circling her hole, dipping in just the tip before pulling back, making her sob with need. The public edge sharpened everything: the door wasn’t locked from the outside; anyone could walk in and hear her desperate cries. She felt exposed, cherished in her taboo form, his teasing drawing out the intimacy of their deception.
Finally, with a guttural groan, he gripped her hips tighter and pushed forward. His cock breached her slowly, the thick girth stretching her tight walls inch by inch. Cindy gasped, the burn intense as her pussy yielded, clamping around him like a vice. He was big for her small body, filling her, the sensation raw and overwhelming.
“Shit, so fucking tight,” he hissed, bottoming out with a slap of his balls against her clit.
Her inner cuntal muscles fluttered, adjusting to the invasion, juices easing the way as he held still, buried deep. She could feel every vein pulsing inside her, the heat of him pressing against her cervix, a fullness that made tears well in her eyes.
He started thrusting then, shallow at first, groaning with each slide in and out, her slick cunt gripping him greedily. The wet sounds of their joining filled the stall, obscene and rhythmic, her small tits jiggling faintly with the motion. Cindy’s mind blurred with pleasure, the emotional high of being wanted crashing through her— this man thought she was ten, fucking her like a dirty secret, and it made her clench harder.
But as he picked up speed, pounding deeper, he paused mid-thrust, his breath ragged. “Wait… you’re not a virgin. For a kid your age, this pussy’s taken some cock before.”
Her heart skipped, the lie teetering. She rocked back against him, chasing the friction, her voice coming out breathy and innocent. “Y-yeah… My daddy fucks me. He says it’s our special secret.”
It was a total lie.
Her father had never sexually touched her.
Still, the words hung in the air, fueling his twisted fire. He growled low, slamming into her harder, the slap of skin echoing louder.
“Your daddy, huh? Bet he loves this tight little cunny. Fuck, that’s hot—making you his tiny whore while your mommy sleeps in another room.’
His hands roamed her body, one pinching her nipple bud roughly, the other slapping her ass cheek, the sting blooming into heat. Cindy’s pussy spasmed around him, the taboo dialogue pushing her toward ecstasy. She felt guilt, excitement, and a deep-seated need for this validation.
He thrust relentlessly, grunting with each plunge, her juices coating his shaft and dripping down her thighs. The stall reeked of sex, sweat, and her tangy arousal, the risk of discovery heightening every sensation. She bit her lip to muffle moans, wondering how far he’d take this fantasy, his cock hitting deep and sparking stars behind her eyes.
His thrusts grew erratic, the wet smack of his balls against her slick skin punctuating each brutal drive into her clenching pussy. Cindy’s world narrowed to the overwhelming fullness of his cock splitting her open, every ridge dragging along her sensitive cuntal walls, igniting sparks that coiled tight in her belly.
The lie about her daddy hung between them like a filthy promise, twisting her emotions into a knot of shame and exhilaration—she wasn’t that girl, but playing her made her feel seen, devoured in a way her college life never had. Sweat beaded on her freckled back, her small body rocking forward with his rhythm, nipples scraping the cold air as her flat chest heaved.
Suddenly, he slowed, buried to the hilt, his hot breath fanning her neck. “Stand up, you little tease,” he rasped, voice gravelly with unrestrained need. “I want to feel all of you against me—every inch of that childish body.”
Cindy’s pulse thundered in her ears, a whimper escaping as he pulled out halfway, the sudden emptiness making her pussy flutter desperately. Fear flickered through her—standing meant more exposure, the stall door thin as paper, the park outside alive with distant footsteps. But the craving won, that dark hunger for his control, for the validation of being his forbidden prize.
Trembling, she pushed up on shaky arms, knees protesting the shift from the grimy floor. His rough hands gripped her hips immediately, yanking her upright with urgent force, her bare feet slipping slightly on the tiles.
He spun her around without warning, her red hair whipping across her face, and pressed her back to his chest. The heat of his lean body enveloped her tiny frame, his sweat-slick skin sticking to her smooth, freckled shoulders. His cock, still rigid and throbbing, nudged insistently between her thighs from behind, slick with her juices.
With a low grunt, he hooked one arm around her waist, lifting her slight weight effortlessly, and aligned himself with her. The thick head parted her puffy lips again, sliding home in one deep, grinding push that stretched her wide. Cindy gasped sharply, the angle hitting deeper, his shaft rubbing her cuntal walls in a way that made her toes curl against the floor.
“Fuck, yes,” he murmured into her ear, his free hand splaying across her flat belly, fingers tracing the faint freckles there like he was mapping forbidden territory. “So small, so perfect—like you were built for a man’s cock to ruin.”
He ground his hips in slow circles, his cock stirring inside her tight cunt, the pressure building against her cervix with delicious insistence. She could feel his heartbeat pounding against her back, syncing with her own frantic pulse, the intimacy of their pressed bodies amplifying the emotional rush. This wasn’t just fucking. It was possession, him claiming her lie-made reality, and it flooded her with a heady mix of vulnerability and power.
His fingers roamed greedily, abandoning her belly to explore higher, cupping one of her budding breasts. The rough pad of his thumb flicked her hardened nipple, pinching just hard enough to draw a whimper from her throat.
“These little tits… Haven’t even grown yet,” he growled, his other hand sliding down to her mound, parting her bald slit with two fingers to expose her throbbing clit.
He rubbed it in firm circles, syncing with the grind of his cock, her juices coating his digits and dripping down to where they joined. Cindy’s head fell back against his shoulder, exposing her slender neck, freckles dotting her collarbone like stars under the harsh light.
She gasped, a soft, broken sound, her body arching into his hold despite the fear gnawing at her edges. What if someone walked in now? Heard her whimpers echoing off the stalls, saw her tiny form impaled on a stranger’s dick? The thought sent a fresh gush of arousal soaking his shaft, her pussy walls rippling in response.
But god, she craved it—the thrill of the forbidden, the way his dominance filled the lonely ache inside her. “M-more,” she whispered, voice childlike and pleading, leaning into the role that made her feel alive.
He chuckled darkly, the vibration rumbling through her back as he nipped her earlobe. “Greedy little slut, aren’t you? Daddy’s girl wants it rough in a dirty men’s bathroom.”
His grinding turned to shallow thrusts, pulling out just enough to slam back in, the slap of his hips against her ass cheeks muffled but obscene. His exploring fingers delved lower, one slipping alongside his cock to tease her stretched entrance, feeling how her tight hole gripped him.
The dual pressure made her knees buckle, but his arm held her firm, possessive. Freckles flushed under his touch as he traced her straight hips, the childish curve of her ass, every vulnerable inch that screamed innocence even as she betrayed it with her soaking response.
Their bodies moved in sync now, a primal rhythm building—her small frame yielding to his larger one, rocking together in the cramped stall. The air thickened with the musk of their sex, her tangy scent mixing with his sweat, the fluorescent buzz overhead a constant reminder of the world outside.
Cindy’s whimpers grew breathier, torn between the fear spiking her adrenaline and the craving that had her pushing back, chasing the friction of his cockhead against her deepest spots. The emotional intimacy hit her hard: in his arms, she wasn’t the invisible freshman; she was desired, twisted into his fantasy, and it bound them in this raw, taboo dance. He groaned, thrusting harder, his fingers pinching her clit as tension coiled tighter, the risk of voices approaching outside only fueling their urgent lust, leaving her teetering on the edge of surrender.
The coil in Cindy’s core snapped without warning, her body seizing as the orgasm ripped through her like wildfire. She clenched hard around his invading cock, her tight pussy walls spasming wildly, milking him in rhythmic pulses that drew a guttural groan from his throat. ‘
“Oh fuck, yes—squeeze me like that, you tiny whore,” he rasped, his fingers digging into her hip hard enough to bruise her pale, freckled skin.
Waves of ecstasy crashed over her, her vision blurring as she flooded his shaft with her hot release, juices gushing down his length and soaking his balls where they slapped against her. Cindy felt shame twisting with triumph, her lie-fueled fantasy making her feel utterly claimed, desired in her most vulnerable state. In this dirty toilet stall, with his body pinning her, she wasn’t the overlooked girl anymore. She was his, and the release shattered the loneliness she’d carried for months.
He thrust deeper, erratic now, chasing his own peak as her clenching cunt dragged him over the edge. “Take it all, little girl… I’m filling your kiddie pussy,” he growled, his cock swelling impossibly thicker inside her stretched cunt.
With a final, brutal slam, he buried himself to the root, balls tightening as he erupted. Thick ropes of cum blasted against her cervix, flooding her tight depths with his hot jizz, each spurt making her whimper at the overflowing warmth. She felt every pulse, his shaft jerking wildly as he emptied his balls into her trembling body, the sensation of being bred so raw and intimate it blurred the line between roleplay and reality.
Panting, he held her there a moment longer, his cock still twitching inside her cum-slick pussy, before the aftershocks faded. Then, with a rough shove, he pulled out, the wet pop echoing obscenely in the stall as his spent dick slipped free, trailing strings of their mixed fluids. Cindy’s knees buckled, but he grabbed her red hair, yanking her down to the cold tile floor.
“On your knees, slut… Clean me up,” he ordered, voice thick with lingering dominance, shoving his glistening cock toward her face.
She landed with a soft thud, hands instinctively bracing on his thighs, her heart pounding from the mix of submission and satisfaction. The scent of their sex hung heavy—musky cum and her tangy arousal—stirring a fresh ache in her core despite the exhaustion.
Obediently, Cindy leaned in, her pink tongue darting out to lap at his softening shaft. She traced the veiny length from base to tip, tasting the salty bitterness of his cum mingled with her own slickness, the flavor earthy and forbidden on her lips. He groaned low, fingers tightening in her hair as she sucked the head into her mouth, swirling around the slit to draw out the last drops.
“That’s it, lick every bit—don’t miss my balls,” he commanded, guiding her lower.
She nuzzled against his heavy sack, tongue flicking over the wrinkled skin, cleaning the sweat and pussy juice that coated them. The act felt degrading yet empowering, her small mouth working diligently, freckled cheeks hollowing as she sucked gently, drawing a hiss from him.
As she finished, tongue trailing one last swipe up his now-clean cock, the man’s grip loosened. He stepped back, eyes widening as reality crashed in, the post-orgasm clarity hitting like a slap. Staring down at her tiny, childlike form, red hair tousled, flat chest heaving, bald pussy lips still puffy and leaking his cum—he paled.
“Fuck me… Are you really just ten? What the fuck did I do?” he groaned.
Guilt flooded his features, twisting his predatory hunger into horror. He believed her lie completely, the taboo allure souring into regret as he scrambled for his jeans, yanking them up over his hips with shaking hands. The emotional shift stabbed at Cindy. She saw the conflict in his eyes, the dominance cracking under the weight of what he’d done—or thought he’d done.
But she stayed silent, kneeling there, her own heart racing with a secret relief; he didn’t know the truth, and that kept her safe in her deception.
“Listen to me,” he hissed, voice low and urgent, zipping up as he glanced toward the stall door, the distant park sounds a stark reminder of exposure. “You never say a word about this. Not to anyone—cops, your parents, your best friend, your teachers, nobody. Understand? This stays buried. And don’t ever let me see you around here again. This is no place for a ten-year-old girl.”
His words trembled with fear, the rough college guy reduced to a panicked whisper, guilt etching lines on his face. Cindy held back a giggle at that last statement, which was highly hypocritical after what he just did to her. Still, she nodded quickly, her green eyes wide, playing the scared little girl even as a spark of defiance—and satisfaction—burned inside.
He didn’t wait for more. He bolted from the stall, the door banging shut behind him, footsteps fading into the night.
Alone in the dim light, Cindy rose shakily, her body aching in the best way, pussy throbbing from the stretch, thighs sticky with drying cum. She slipped back to the adjacent stall, the glory hole a silent witness to her night, and gathered her discarded clothes. Tugging on her panties, she felt his jizz shift inside her, a warm, illicit reminder that made her shiver.
The jeans and shirt followed, rough against her sensitive skin, but she dressed quickly, heart still pounding from the adrenaline. Stepping out into the cool park air, she felt the loneliness that had driven her here fade, replaced by a glowing happiness she hadn’t known in ages.
For once, she’d been wanted, fucked like she mattered, even if it was wrapped in lies and taboo. The thrill lingered, a promise of more forbidden nights, as she walked home under the stars, body humming with secrets.
Then it hit her.
Maybe this was a way she could get laid. Making men think she was a prepubescent girl, even though she wasn’t. ‘I could even dress in little girl clothes,’ she thought. ‘Really play it up. God, what a game that would be. Every pervert in the city would want a piece of this ass.’ She giggled.
The Game
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