Written by Sarah to Alex:
I lay in our giant bed, wrapped in a towel, still more than damp from the shower -- and the thorough cleaning you gave me. You entered the room quietly, standing tall with the towel wrapped just below your waist, running your hands through your hair, and looking over my body. You hid your presence as you watched one hand resting on the inside of my thigh and the other sliding up and down my still wet slit and softly dipping in between the lips of my pussy, probing and playing.
I hear your breath and pulled my fingers away, blushing. You gave me your grin, dropped your towel, and started getting dressed for the evening. I followed suit, stopping to wrap my arms around you, wanting to feel my skin against yours once more before our clothes separated us for the evening.
Throughout dinner, you poured my wine faster than usual, and at the very right moment, when my defenses were lowered, your grin came back and you suggested we take a trip to Main St. Torn as usual, I felt scared and nervous, and also a little uneasy -- but as soon as those negative feelings sunk in, I craved the release from it, the release from control and calculation. So I slipped my hand in yours, and let you take over, let you take me back to the glory hole. I sat close to you in the cab, loving you as you wrapped one arm around my bare shoulders and lightly brushed your other hand inside my thighs, teasing the edges of my panties, bunching them up and wedging them roughly inside me. "Don't adjust that," you whisper into my ear.
As we climbed out of the cab, the roughness of the fabric between my legs and your firm grasp on my upper arm triggered an almost trancelike state. I couldn't handle the shame and apprehension of crossing the threshold of the video store, and so I kept my eyes cast on your shoes and followed you as thoughtlessly as possible.
The place was busy, and moans were coming from a number of the stalls. I finally looked up and met your eyes when I heard a female cry from behind one propped open door. You stared hard at me, and suggested I open it, cautiously watching my reaction. I opened the door to find a slender, tan young woman, maybe a few years older than me, completely naked on her knees, sucking a cock through the wall, I was shocked to see her, so exposed on that dirty, dingy floor, her clothes weren't even in the room, she was absolutely committed to her submission. She looked at me, at first surprised, but then lustfully and invited us to watch. Her boyfriend, on the other side of the wall, came out to see why she stopped and you ordered me to join her in the room while you two spoke. As an after thought - you told me to take off my clothes and put them through the hole into the other stall.
She immediately stood to take my clothes off for me, not giving me a chance. She moved quickly, and as soon as my dress, thong and bra were through the wall, she began exploring my body, no permission asked. I stood frozen, unsure of what to do, what you were going to say. She laughed quietly when her hands probed between my thighs and she found them to be already wet, quite far down my leg.
Just as she was about to go in with her fingers, two cocks came through the wall, spread about a foot apart. She fell to her knees, so quickly I thought she must have hurt herself, and I followed.
I was in front of the cock that wasn't mine. But it was a wide and full cock, throbbing hard and precum was glistening down the head. I wanted to taste it bad, my mouth was salivating and I could feel my jaw fall slack in anticipation. I leaned in and started eagerly lapping at the precum, swirling my tongue around the head, and sucking hard on the end. The cock was huge and its owner impatient. Unexpectedly, he slammed hard against the wall, his cock shooting to the back of my throat and the thrust forcing a hard heave from me. I almost threw up right then and there, but managed to gasp in a deep breath and start sucking.