by Loren Teese
I recall him. He is a huge man, very muscular, tall. I can’t say he is handsome, but neither ugly. My judgement was surely fogged by fear, at the time, and in any case, he’s better than the old man who visited me before, I can’t really complain.
One of the holes lighten up, and I open it. I had expected it.
His huge, black hand struggles to slide past the hole, but eventually, most of his forearm is inside the boot. I get a little closer to the window until his hand can reach my tits.
“Little thief… you know what I like?” the man says, his words broken by his breath getting heavier. “I like small… tiny… petite women like you… oh fuck… small tits,” he adds pinching and pulling my nipples. Regardless of the pain, – this man’s hands are the opposite of the previous girl’s ones – I still feel electricity running through my body at his touch. I moan.
His hand grabs and fondle my breast… it’s so huge that he could easily crush me, if he wanted to. He could force me his, he could barge into the booth, turn me around and slide his cock right into my pussy, and I know I wouldn’t say NO, I couldn’t, as horny as I am.
Damn, I need a cock.
The countdown show he still has a lot of time at disposal. It means he has paid a lot, to see the show. Or maybe he has a key to get it for free? Some “company benefit” you get when working in such a place? I smile at the mirror, teasing him, licking my lips for him.
“Stand up and turn around,” he says.
And like a mechanical doll, I stand up and turn around, spread my legs a little to let his hand roam on my butt first, and between my legs right afterwards.
The security guard seems to be in a hurry to touch me everywhere, as he pleases. It’s actually a nice, strange feeling. I can hear his hand beating his meat, I can hear the pace increasing. He wants to cum soon, he wants to touch me while he does… and I’m all his to feel. His fingers run past my outfit, his big thumb caresses my rosebud – and I tense when I feel it, I don’t want a stranger’s finger up my ass!– then slide lower, right between my wet lips.
I feel so embarrassed because he is touching my drenched pussy. He knows, now, that I’m overly excited. He knows I like to show off, he knows I’m enjoying being paid to expose myself. He must know I would accept to suck his cock, to hold it, to slide it inside my holes.
“Horny thief is needy?” he jokes, then suddenly slides a finger deep into my cunt.
I moan hard, arching my back to meet his finger, ignoring the little pain I feel at the violation. It’s the price I have to pay for being so irresponsible… I caused him troubles, and now I must repay him for that. His finger slides in and out of my pussy, fucking me. I match his rhythm with my hips, using his finger to try to finally reach my own pleasure.
But the groans and moans on the other side of the mirror grow louder, heavier, faster. And then his hand suddenly retracts and I think he is going to cum soon, but when I look down at the hole instead of his hand there’s a long piece of black meat.
“Touch my black cock,” he commands.
I grab his shaft with both hands and, while looking at the mirror without hiding my extreme arousal, I stroke it up and down with both hands. I’ve never touched a black cock. It’s so long, thick. Especially his cockhead is large, swollen… so glittering in juices. I feel proud of myself for having made him hard and wet, so slutty. Am I really able to excite a man so much?
I keep on stroking it. His smell hits my nostrils. I’d love to suck a cock now. To feel the taste of pre-cum on my tongue, to-
Only now I realize the hole’s light has gone off. His touching allotted time has finished.
I push his cock back and close the hole. He doesn’t complain. In a couple of seconds the curtain falls down again, but I can still hear his groans of pleasure as he finishes himself in the customer’s box.
“you little slut… so wet… smelling so good…”
Are the last words I hear before the door opens and closes again.
At the thought of him smelling my pussy, I reach down to it, grab my juices and bring my fingers to my mouth.
I definitely smell good.
***
I start when the door behind me opens. I just had the time to wear back my outfit properly, I was expecting the curtain to rise again, not my husband barging into the room like this.
Ryan doesn’t speak: he closes the door behind him, hugs me, kisses me. It’s a passionate kiss, and yet slow, calculated. It feels as if he wants to tell me I’m still is, after all. When he slides down my costume and takes it off me, leaving heels and stockings on me. I don’t resist. The curtain is down, but even if someone would raise it now… I couldn’t stop. He’d just have an unexpected, nice show.
My hubby’s hands are everywhere now. At first on my nipples which he knows so much better than any of the customers. Then on my back, as his kisses slide down the hollow of my neck and on my breasts, teasing, sucking and licking my sweaty skin as if it was the best treat in the world.
As soon as I finish unbuttoning his trousers, he sits on the stool, and I kneel in front of him. His cock in my mouth tastes wonderful… his pre-cum, his sweat… the mix is so masculine, so exciting. I think of the black cock I was almost going to suck, just a couple of minutes before. I’m happy I hadn’t a chance. I still prefer my hubby’s… this texture, this swollen tip that I know so well, the little curved shaft that slides into my throat so easily… I’m so much into it that I don’t notice the curtain rising behind me until my eyes get a glimpse of the red, blinking light.
Someone is in the customer’s booth, looking at my naked, spread ass. At my dripping pussy. At my mouth wrapped around a cock. Nobody has ever seen me like this. Not even my husband, from such a point of view. I could almost cum, just by the thought.
My moans on his cock grow, as Ryan pushes my head against his groin, sliding his shaft deep down my throat, choking me when he keeps it deep against my tonsils. There’s so much drool pouring out my mouth, but I don’t care anymore. Use me, exhibit me to the stranger on the other side of the mirror, show him how I can suck a cock. Please, Ryan, show him.
But then my husband stops, pulls me up and kisses me again, before speaking.
“Don’ forget your job: something’s blinking.”
I turn around. Both the holes are blinking… I need to open them. The thought of a stranger’s hands touching my body while I’m with my husband drives me crazy. I’m fought between this being too much to share with him, or just a new experience we need to have.
“Go, do what you have to do,” he says, pushing me gently towards the mirror.
The two hands entering are white, older than Ryan’s, but overall gentle when they start touching me. At first my thighs, then my stomach, then my naked sex. He can feel how wet I am… I wanted my husband to lick it, to feel how horny I was for him, but now I’m giving it to this stranger. He slides a finger inside me and bring it into his room, then uses the other hand, and again and again. I know what he is doing… he is tasting me, my juices, my dirty pussy.
Oh God, I can’t even see him. He could be my neighbour. He could be a colleague. I know he wouldn’t be able to recognize me with this makeup but… it’s such a risk! And risk excites me.
When instead of his hands, his cock peeks into a hole, I don’t need my husband to know what I have to do. I kneel down, I start caressing it. It’s hard, not too big, shaved. It twitches and pulsates when I caress its wet tip, and I hear the man on the other side moaning when I begin stroking it properly.
Those moans… I recognize the voice. It’s the owner of the sex shop.
I look at my husband: he is standing at my side, giving me his cock to suck. There’s nothing I want more, now. I taste and lick his cock like crazy, while I keep on stroking the man who could sue me otherwise.
Then my husband sits behind me, on the stool, and pull my hips to him. His cock feels so big when I sit on it. His tip is swollen, excited, his shaft hard as a rock while I slide it deep int
o my cunt, bending towards the mirror to avoid losing contact with this special customer I have to satisfy.
And then, when I start riding my husband’s cock, I feel his hand pushing my head down, towards the meat I’m holding in my hands.
“I’m sorry dear, this was part of the deal,” he just says.
I look at the cock in front of me. Glittering in juices, hard. I can’t say it attracts me, but nonetheless, I engulf it with my mouth. It’s my role, it’s my job, today, and if Ryan has the husband right to use me, this man has bought his right in other ways.
Ryan rocks his hips back and forth now, pushing his cock inside my pussy and my face against the other man’s prick. A man I didn’t know till a couple of hours ago. A man looking at the horniest, the dirtiest me… being fucked by my husband, while swirling my tongue around his hard tip, waiting for it to explode inside me.
My orgasm comes first. As hubby reaches the innermost parts of my cunt, as his swollen cockhead teases my cervix each thrust, my climax overwhelms me until my mind gets blank, my legs tremble, and Ryan has to grab my hips to avoid me falling down. I moan on the cock I’m sucking, my eyes closed in bliss, waves of pleasure running through my entire body, goosebumps everywhere.
And for the entire time of my long orgasm, Ryan doesn’t stop to fuck me, the man doesn’t stop to use my mouth. I’m an object possessed by two owners: one taking my pussy, another my mouth. I’m an object who has been exposed for hours to strangers, people who have paid to see me. I’m a horny woman in bliss, and I’m a work of art.
The stream of cum flooding my mouth is unexpected, and I instinctively retract when I feel the first spurt in my throat. But the small, hard cock still in my hand can’t stop, now, and keep on shooting its white juice all over my face.
I can’t say if because of seeing his wife being dirtied in a stranger’s cum, or because he was just too close, too, but Ryan cums right afterwards. He pulls my hips towards him and begins filling my pussy. I can feel his spurts, his cock pulsating inside me, his balls being unloaded into my womb.
There’s nothing I wanted more, to be filled by my husband, now. Nothing I wanted more than him, retaking full possession of his wife, his doll, his submissive slut.
When I finally stand up, my face is a mask of cum dripping down my chin, on the floor, mixing with my hubby’s juices pouring out my slit, on the floor.
Ryan looks at me and smiles, indicating a little black hole on the top corner of the box. There was a camera looking at me the whole time, and I didn’t even know it.
Another shiver runs down my spine, and it’s a shiver of excitement. He must have seen everything I did from another room.
“The owner promised me the video, as proof we paid our debt. And I think it’ll be fun to watch,” Ryan says, and right when I’m going to answer that I’m not so sure I want to look at myself like that, the door opens and the owner welcome us.
“The customers were very happy,” he says. “And so I was,” he adds laughing. He is still half-naked, I think he must have closed the shop even before the black guy entered the peep customer box.
“No hard feelings,” he adds. “An excellent job, and we all hope you’ll come back here, soon.”
***
Months have passed from that day, and here I am, walking by the sex shop once again, holding my husband’s hand. But we will not stop. We have other things to buy, today.
And yet I smile when my husband squeezes my hand nodding in the direction of a poster well visible on the shop door.
Cathy Raise is no more. Bunny Thief, my stage name, covers half of it. In the other half, a photo of my ass, the white bunny tail right in the middle.
I wish it was Saturday, already.
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