Her San Francisco-bound bus was keeping its appointment without her. So, she walked, clad in her skirt-of-rags, for the bathroom in the terminal. Half-fucked and wholly pissed, she strode into the women's bathroom. The door was propped open and a yellow floor sign entreated her to watch her step.
As she walked in, the makeshift skirt decided to drop to the wet floor. She stooped to pick it up and as she rose, she came face to face with the fattest, sweatiest janitor she had ever seen. Surprised, she dropped her bags with a 'plop.'His forehead had a sheen that looked like sugar glaze, but smelled like nothing sweet. In the acrid odor of bathroom, he fit right in.
"How the fuck did you not see the sign? Are you stupid?" he shouted. The second question was more of a murmur since his gaze dropped down to her milky, unclad thighs, tangled, wet pubic hair and angry slit of a pussy that fairly shone with inappropriateness. They were alone in the bathroom. The man who had violated her was gone and she stood exactly half naked in front of the janitor and his mop.
"Gettin' some?" he smiled and grabbed his crotch.
Try as she might, she had no reply.
Slowly, he took out his fat penis and began to stroke it.
"Fuck," she thought. "I've been here, already."
"You know, baby," I'm married, so I can't give it to you the way you want it, but I can fuck you in the ass."
'Oh, can you? Please?' she thought. Her sarcasm was returning, if only in her own mind.
"Look," she said. "I just want to get out of here."
She began grabbing the rags that had been her skirt and panties. As she bent down, again, she noticed that his cock, fat in its limp state, was growing even fatter -- and longer.
"Jeez," she thought. "This guy is hung like a camel."
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