She’d then slut around the restaurant all day in her whorishly tight uniform, until the end of the day, when he’d fuck her again and send her home. And I can’t use a normal toilet and I have to be standing up.’
Gary considered. She said her name was Fucktwat – blushing as she said it. Finally he looked up to find she’d vanished, leaving the front counter unattended. He fucked it until he could feel himself about to cum, then pulled out, grabbed her hair, pulled her head upright, took the skirt out of her mouth, and jammed his cock into it. ‘What the hell…’
She burst into tears – but didn’t stop pissing or playing with her pussy. ‘Bend at the waist and put your hands on my desk,’ he said. ‘Is it okay if I just call you Twat?’
“Fucktwat” nodded, still blushing. It was amazing. She even drank piss straight from mens’ cocks.
