As it came closer I couldn't move, not a muscle. It was like soemthing was holding me in place. The only thing that seemed to ba happening was my mouth started opening on it's own. At first I thought it was in shock, then I realised that it was because this thing's dick was heading straight into my piehole! The strange thing is, I wasn't totally against it. For a moment there I actually wanted him to stick his huge rod in my mouth. Thankfully he stopped though. I looked up at him and saw what looked like a struggle going on inside his head. He made a few jerks as if he wanted to continue, but grunted angrily and pulled away, but not before leaving just a drop of pre on my tongue. He clopped out of the bathroom and left, leaving me there by myself, the panic returning.
Eventually I regained enough of my senses to realise I'd better get the fuck outa dodge incase that thing came back to finish. Especially since I don't think I'd be against him doing just that. So I got off the toilet and ran out as fast as I could, bumping into people along the way through the building. Along the way I couldn't help but notice that i was feeling mroe and more uncomfortable in my clothing, and that I was checking out guys on the way. I even slowed down once or twice to look at some who had bent over to pick things up. Yet I wouldn't even look twice at any of the women, who just a few minutes before would be turning me in for harrasment. What was happening to me?