**Public Bathroom Free-Use**

I knew what this bathroom was for. Everyone did. The third-floor men’s room at the mall was practically legendary—a dimly lit, sticky-floored spot where strangers met just to fuck. I pushed open the door, the reek of piss and cheap disinfectant hitting me first, followed by the soft, wet sound of skin slapping skin from one of the stalls.

She was already there. A petite blonde, dressed in a too-short skirt and a crop top that barely contained her tits. She leaned against the sink, legs slightly spread, like she’d been waiting. Her eyes locked onto mine, and she didn’t say a word—just sucked her bottom lip between her teeth and lifted her ass onto the counter.

“You gonna use me or what?” she asked, hiking her skirt up to her hips. No panties. Just smooth, bare skin and a glistening pink pussy, already wet.

I didn’t hesitate. My dick was hard before I even reached her, and the second I was close enough, she reached out, palming me through my jeans.

“Fuck, you’re ready,” she smirked. Her fingers flew to my belt, yanking it open before pulling my cock free. It twitched against her palm, already leaking.

“Shit,” I groaned as she squeezed me, her thumb smearing pre-cum over the head. She didn’t waste time—just leaned back, spreading her legs wider, and hooked a heel against the counter’s edge.

“Come on,” she breathed. “Fucking use me.”

I stepped between her thighs, my hands gripping her hips as I lined myself up. The first press of my cock against her cunt was slick, hot, almost too much. She gasped, arching as I pushed inside, her tight walls clenching around me immediately.

“Oh *fuck*,” she moaned, grabbing the edge of the sink behind her. “That’s it—breed me right here.”

I didn’t hold back. My hips snapped forward, burying myself to the hilt in one brutal thrust. Her pussy was so damn wet, so warm, sucking me in like she was made for it. I set a rough pace from the start, fucking into her hard enough to make the counter shake.

The sounds were filthy—the slap of skin, her high, needy whimpers, the squelch of her cunt taking me over and over. Her tits bounced with every thrust, her nipples hard under the thin fabric of her top.

“Yeah, that’s it,” she panted, reaching down to rub her clit in quick, desperate circles. “Fuck, I’m close—don’t stop—”

I snarled, grabbing her thigh and yanking her closer, driving into her deeper. The bathroom door creaked open—another guy walking in, but neither of us cared. He just leaned against the wall, watching as I pounded her, his hand already working his own dick.

“Fucking whore,” I growled, thumb pressing against her clit.

She came with a gasp, her pussy clamping down on me like a vice. “Ohhh, *yes*—”

I wasn’t far behind. My balls tightened, heat flooding my spine as I slammed into her one last time, cum spurting deep inside her. She shivered, legs trembling around my waist as I pumped every drop into her.

When I pulled out, my cock was still half-hard, dripping with our mess. The guy by the door stepped forward immediately.

“My turn,” he said.

She just grinned, spreading her legs again without hesitation. “Of course.”

I zipped up, watching as he took my place, his cock sliding into her used, sticky pussy without a second thought.

Just another day in the third-floor bathroom.