Sexy Fun Times/Laid/Park/Toilets
It’s an old brick rectangular building with three doors: the centre of each of the two long sides are the entrances to the ladies and gents, while at one end there’s a door marked private. It’s locked, but when you knock, you hear the bolt being drawn.
The man who lets you in is old, like the building, he has always seemed old to you. The room is small, maybe three yards by four and there is an opening opposite the entrance leading to a passageway that runs down the length of the building between the ladies and the gents. The janitor, for that’s who he is, sits down on an old armchair and his lack of underwear means that you can see his limp cock through his open fly. You help yourself to a coffee from the pot that stands on a table beside a sink and sit in the other armchair.
“How have you been,” you inquire.
Your host shrugs; “okay I guess... You?” You tell him you’re okay too and ask him if he’s had any luck. He shrugs again; “not much, I guess you saw the little girl who just left?” You nod and wait for him to tell you. “Boring; she just had a piss and I couldn’t see anything because her dad stood in the way.”
You sit and drink your coffee, talking about old times until you hear somebody coming into the ladies side. The janitor picks up a remote control, opens the laptop computer and turns it so that you can both see the screen. There’s a girl, about five or six years old standing in the doorway and, judging by the body language, he’s telling her that she is old enough to go in by herself and that he’ll wait outside.
The girl walks uncertainly down the row of stalls until she reaches the last one, right beside the room you’re in. She’s not an especially attractive girl; overweight and with a pasty face and straggly brown hair. She is wearing a skirt that barely covers her large butt and a white shirt that’s only partially tucked into the waistband.
When she enters the stall, the janitor switches cameras and you now have a view from the front from about two feet high and slightly at an angle. The girl looks at the WC hesitantly and then runs out again. “She needs help from her father,” the janitor said, let’s see what happens. Moments later the girl comes back to the same cubicle, leading her father by the hand.
She lifts up her skirt, revealing a grubby pair of panties that are showing a damp patch around the crotch and she’s jigging up and down as her father pulls them down and lifts her onto the seat. He stands to one side, giving you and the janitor a perfect view of the long stream of piss coming out of the girl’s chubby little pussy. The janitor nudges you and points to where her father’s cock is pushing out the front of his pants as he watches.
When she is finished her father takes some tissue and wipes her; then she slips down onto the floor and stands there, waiting for him to pull her panties up again. He looks around and says something to her. “I really should get sound as well,” the janitor says; he already has his half-hard cock in his hand. Instead of getting her dressed, the man pulls his cock out.
“Are you recording this,” you ask.
“Of course,” the janitor says; “what do you think..?” You grin and nod.
The young girl barely has to bend down to take his cock in her mouth and it’s obviously not for the first time. After a few moments he moves around and sits down on the WC and the girl stands between his knees, holding his shaft with her hand and with her head bobbing up and down. It doesn’t take long before he bares his teeth in a rictus grin and puts his hand on the back of the girl’s head to hold her still as he ejaculates into her mouth.
What do you do next?