Spunk-Filled Fanny (Inside of Gents Toilets)

Spunk-Filled Fanny (Inside of Gents Toilets)

No one could tell if I was a boy or a girl, and I always loved it that way, accepting my unified androgynous look, as having this look had gotten me very far in life. I was admired by women and was wanked on constantly by roaming men everywhere. Eventually, I had my arse tattooed, 3 generous-sized red hearts, and 3 on each of the top of my hot fanny cheeks. My bum had been lovingly decorated with designs of red hearts and blue arrows by the tattoo artist from years before, (who also fucked me). The red hearts accentuated the gorgeous shape of my insidiously beautiful rounded bum, with every eye noticing me walking down the streets in Essex and nearby Royal Victoria Park. I had left home at an early age, and now at 22, I had the most delightful bum in all of England.

The problem with having the most delightful bum ever is that I was commissioned by a rather unsavory gent near my home to begin an evening of entertaining a crowd in a little well-known pub. My professional name was Titties Royale, and I was somewhat of a celebrity in the foothills of this village, with me tomorrow night either traveling to South Wales or to Bristol. There would be more fuckings for me there.

As soon as I had walked into the darkened fantasy and dungeon-type pub, (and way towards the back), I saw a team of men all lined up in a row and wanking on their cocks. The gents toilets ‘called’ out to me, and it was then that I saw him standing there. He was the fucking English farmer, and his eyes glazed over my body as he was completing his public urination. (every door was held open by a hoist).

This was a strange pub, as I noticed the entrances to the toilets said, “Men Only, ” or “Women Only”, on their respective doors. Sometimes I liked women, and at other times I could not resist the strong, thick, whaling and pounding of an English man’s cock, with his streaming juices aching to find a home inside of my hot bum. I removed my sexy, white laced undies and hold-ups.

The strong buck of an English farmer hissed at me, and said that he immediately recognized me as Titties Royale, something that I ultimately treasured most.