Dubai Porta Potty Stories Novels & Stories

“Book me a flight for tomorrow to Dubai. Make sure it is done. No Excuses.” “I’m coming again, Dubai. This time I hope there will be bigger asses to clap.” I smirk at myself, cause I knew I wouldn’t even stress myself in getting any to begin with. I am too handsome and successful for any woman to turn down. As a matter of fact, no woman has ever turned me down, and I know it wouldn’t start now.

Yvonne said and I joined them to laugh crazily . " Where's the craziest place you've done it ? Yvonne asked . " Don't asked me that " I said laughing. " C'mon " she said clapping. " Well in a public toilet ...the other night , Massimo fvcking had me in the ladies room. ..Gosh ...as much as it was fun ...I had to muffle my m*ns especially when a lady from the other stall asked if i was fine and I told her it was period cramps. .." she said and we both burst out laughing badly .

Leika dumped the contents of her stomach into the toilet and pressed her aching stomach, holding back tears. In an old BMW without air conditioning, with the windows open to keep out the heat, in the hot and humid night air, with two men chatting noisily over an incomprehensible Thai song, at a frantic pace, Leika had to restrain herself from vomiting on the street, let alone crying. After emptying her stomach, Leika got out and went to the sink. Standing in front of the frosted, cracked glass, she realized the state of the public restroom. There were only three stalls, all three empty, with the doors riddled with holes in the bottom, and it seemed the most corner stall didn't lock properly.

The weather was delightful, with a beautiful sky overhead. The amusement center on the deck was crowded with people. It offered various activities such as parasailing and gliders. Every now and then, the children's excited shouts could be heard. Suddenly, a child cried, "Mommy, my stomach hurts. I need to poop!" The woman hurriedly took the child to the restroom. Soon after, another person complained of a stomachache. Subsequently, a growing number of people began rushing to the restroom, as if the stomachache were contagious. Soon, a lengthy queue had formed at the restroom door.

I did not counted on honesty to still exist in anything. Honest men tend to exist in some capacity, no matter how corrupt a society or system is. This was the case of agent Marx Zeener, poor man, he was so honest and he somehow found himself in charge of the Madame Rahma disappearance. It was just a matter of time before he connected a dot, and it led him to my family. Early Monday morning, he knocked on the floor of Hotel Badur as we had changed the name of the place. He and his team of heavily armed DSS agents:

Well, even though if there is really a person who can read what was going on his mind, he will dismissed it straightforwardly and lie into it and swear that even if a poop pop out of nowhere out from his butt, he was really not lying. Well, this is not a joking swear at all as many people had already experience having poop popping out from their butt, especially in public places in which all the crowds was crowding in is, which was really a shame for the person having to experience it. Jus who was quietly watching and had accidentally what was on President Knox mind curled up his lips upwards a little then suppressed it with difficulty as some mischievous light flash through his eyes and di

“Too many people, most of them high or drunk or both, and port-a-potties as far as the eye can see. And as far as the nose can smell too.” I make a face at the description. “That sounds gross, honestly. What made you want to go there?” “Is that a second question?” “No, it’s a follow up. That’s allowed.” “Let me see the rule book.” He holds out a hand. “You’ll just have to trust me.”

I’m not a novice, however, and have given blow jobs, hand jobs, been ass fucked, as well as pussy fucked in different positions. When I got inside, there was a small, fat, balding (comb over) Mexican behind the counter. “Where are your restrooms?” “The women’s no work but you can use the men’s.” “Thank you.” Great, I thought. When I closed the door, I almost passed out from the smell. The toilet was not flushed and there was used TP all over the floor. I flushed the toilet, wiped off the seat, and had to take off my sweatpants and thong so they would not get wet because of the wet floor. Luckily there was a hook on the back of the door to hang them. I had to pee squatting so I would not touc

I brоkе аwау and ѕtооd uр аnd wеnt intо the bathroom in the private room tо рее. The ѕtаllѕ were rооmiеr than any other public toilet I have seen. They wеrе likе the оnеѕ at all those five-star hotels. Thеу didn't hаvе tорѕ оn them аnd the ѕidеѕ оf thе stalls wеrе stainless steel. Whеn I finiѕhеd I ореnеd thе dооr and thеrе stood Sharon and Ellen. Their еуеѕ lооkеd like thоѕе of wild with desire and lust, аnd thеу рuѕhеd mе bасk into the ѕtаll.

she said, "but I need to piss." That did not bother me, we really did not want to stop but I knew she needed to be put at ease. So I tried to say the right thing as I kept moving. "I read a story once, a girl was in a shower with a few friends she invited to take turns having her. One at a time as the others watched. It was good clean fun for all. They got to talking about her ex, one guy said the ex was such a prissy prude that he would step out of the shower to pee in the toilet even if he was alone."