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THE CORPORATE CUMDUMP - PART 5
It was early morning, a few days after this, that I was woken by my phone. The message I saw was from Daniel, telling me to report to a nearby mall. I barely had enough time to shower and shave before setting out.
The shops in the mall were mostly still closed, and the mall was all but deserted. Only a few maintenance workers were around, so nobody challenged me as I went to the toilet on the third floor, as Daniel had instructed. The light in the toilet was off, and I couldn't find a switch to turn it on, so I went into the almost total darkness, heart hammering.
As instructed by Daniel I went into the last cubicle in the row, stripped naked, and waited on my knees.
Only a few minutes went past, and the door opened. For a couple of seconds the cubicle was a bit lighter, but then the darkness returned, and I heard shoes tapping on the tiles. The door to the cubicle opened, and in the gloom I could make out a large figure. To my shock I saw that it wasn't Daniel, as I had been expecting. The man standing there was tall and broad. I couldn't make out much detail, but I could see that he was well dressed, in a suit. I had the impression of an older guy.
Too shocked and scared, I remained kneeling down, frozen in place, as the man stood in the cubicle doorway, seemingly unaware of my presence. I wasn't sure if he could see me, and I was about to ask him what he wanted when he unzipped his fly and began pissing. His stream of piss hit me in my face, and I instinctively closed my eyes and opened my mouth, trying to take the stream in my mouth. But the anonymous man kept moving his cock, making his stream of piss hit my face and body instead. I wasn't sure if he was doing it on purpose.
I knelt in the cubicle as he pissed onto me, rivulets of yellow acrid smelling urine running down over my body and soaking my hair. As the flow of his piss dwindled to nothing, he shook his cock vigorously. Suddenly the door to the toilet opened, and in the light I saw his erect cock, long and pink and thick, jutting out of his open fly. I barely got a glimpse of his craggy, masculine features as he took a step into the cubicle. He was quite good looking, a good few years older than me. Tall, a full head of salt and pepper hair, a neatly trimmed beard and a very muscular looking body. The anonymous man grabbed the nape of my neck, and forced his cock between my lips.
As he used my mouth I heard the second guy curse the darkness, and heard his shoes on the floor as he walked down the row of cubicles. It suddenly dawned on me that the door to the cubicle we were in wasn't closed. Another few steps and this second guy would see me being face fucked. I struggled to get free, and lock the door, but the guy holding me was too strong. To my relief the footsteps stopped and I heard the door of the adjacent cubicle close and lock. There was a rustle of clothes, and the sound of someone sitting on the toilet seat. The first guy didn't even pause or slow down, he just kept on fucking my face. From the next cubicle came the sound of a soft fart, and a couple of splashes. I wondered if the second guy knew what was happening just a scant half meter from where he was sitting. Did he not hear the wet squelch of the cock in my throat? Maybe he didn't care, or planned on joining us. This sudden thought made me feel much sluttier, and I felt my cock getting hard. I touched it, feeling precum oozing out of my piss slit. I smeared the precum over the head of my cock, and began stroking my cock. My throat opened up and I felt the first guy's cock sliding deeper into it. I heard him grunt appreciatively, and his breathing changed as he began fucking my mouth harder.
There was a sound of paper tearing from the adjacent cubicle, and the cock in my throat slowed down a bit. He continued fucking my mouth rhythmically as the second guy flushed, exited the cubicle, washed his hands, and left. The wash of light as the toilet door opened and closed gave me a very close look at the guy's cock poking out through his open fly, with a stubble of pubic hair around the base, but he held my head, so I couldn't see anything else. The buckle of his trousers hit me between the eyes with each thrust. It was quite painful.
The speed of the fucking increased, and I began to gag and choke as my throat was battered. I struggled to get free, but the guy pulled my head against his stomach, holding it there as he came, with a low moan of pleasure. I felt his sperm in my throat, and I swallowed convulsively, unable to get my head away. I couldn't breathe, and I could see black spots in front of my eyes when the guy finally released my head, and I almost fell over, gasping and sputtering.
As I looked up I saw the guy tucking away his slowly detumescing cock, and zipping his trousers up. He unhurriedly adjusted his cock through the cloth, then strolled leisurely over to the sinks to wash his hands. I half lay in a pool of his piss, as I heard him exit the toilet. A few minutes went by, and then my phone buzzed and I looked at it.
"Well done, slave. Clean up and go on to work."
I dressed and washed myself as best as I could in the sink, in the dark, then hurried to work. I could still smell an odour of piss. But maybe that was my imagination.
I sat in my office, trying to concentrate on my work. All I could think about was having my face fucked in a public toilet. It was demeaning. Especially when it was going on mere centimetres away from someone else. Had the second guy known what was happening, or did he just not care. What would have happened if I had been caught? I thought of the humiliation of being seen like that. Would I get arrested for indecent exposure? Perhaps the police would have taken me to the station naked. How humiliating would that have been. Oddly enough, these thoughts made me feel even more aroused.