They told me not to go in there

You have not lived until you've been at Walmart after midnight on the weekend.

Creatures that seem to have crawled out from under a rock, speed by on a mobilized shopping cart with their fat asses sucking the seat deep within.

However, I quite enjoy people watching. So, going to Walmart after midnight became one of my hobbies. On this particular night, I went straight from work to my Friday night hangout. I had got some T-Bell for lunch earlier that day, and of course, it was starting to make itself known as soon as I walked in the store.

It was time to take the Browns to the SuperBowl.

I clutched my tummy in pain as I felt a turtle head poke out if it's shell. This was it. I slid into the bathroom entry so fast, I nearly slammed into a damn wall.

Walmart was bumping tonight, and of course, a line had formed to use the facilities. I groaned and noticed one stall open. I immediately took the opportunity and grabbed the stall door. Not my fault those assholes didn't notice a fucking open stall.

Just as I walked in the stall, a hand grabbed my shoulder. I gasped, pants around my buttcheeks which were clenched together to prevent leakage. "You don't wanna go in derr buddy."

I swear I've seen this guy on a map which pointed out sex offenders living in your area. "Fuck off." I mumbled, grabbing the stall door from him.

"I'm warning you, you don't wanna go in derr." The fuckhead continued.

At this point, my asscheeks felt like the New Orlean levees. I locked the door and plopped on the toilet. "Hey derr Bob, I'm only saying it one last time."

I closed my eyes in relief as firecrackers stared shooting out my ass. The feeling was orgasmic, and it went on forever. One the fireworks hushed down, I realized I was the only one in the bathroom. It was amazing.

I felt almost completely empty, and fully satisfied. And I realized what sexual harassment panda was warning me about. I should've listened.

There was no toilet paper.



Originally uploaded on September 23, 2014

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