First one down

As Melissa left, Vanessa took a deep breath and slowly sat down on the comfortable-looking chair at her station. She reached for the drinking tap and took a sip of cool water, trying to calm her nerves. Vanessa placed her breasts into the opening and leaned forward, which was the only way to get comfortable in the station. But after doing so, the station was very comfortable indeed. The backrest of the seat felt like a high end gaming chair, so Vanessa could easily imagine spending ours in it as long as she was fed and hydrated. The front of the booth was made out of some kind of memory foam type of material, and it felt almost cozy to lean against. As soon as Vanessa had set her breasts in the window, the lights came on on the other side of the booth, and she envisioned the traffic light turning from yellow to green at the door.

Mere seconds after this, she heard the door open and close, followed by the sound of footsteps approaching. Suddenly, she felt a warm pair of hands gently cupping her breasts in the window of the booth. The person on the other side started to massage her sensitive nipples, causing her to let out a soft moan. Vanessa heard a muffled "Wow" and the sounds of an unbuckling belt and zipper, indicating trousers being undone. The gentle hands returned, this time covered in lube. The unseen man started lubing up Vanessa's cleavage. Suddenly, Vanessa felt a hard cock pressing against her lubricated cleavage. The hands grabbed her breasts from the sides and squeezed them together.

"Oh fuck", Vanessa moaned as she felt the man's cock sliding between her breasts. The unseen man began to thrust into her cleavage, moaning with pleasure. Vanessa felt the head of his cock rub against her chest as he picked up speed. She didn't know if she was supposed to move or stay still, but the chair didn't leave her with much mobility anyway, so she just tried to relax as much as possible in this situation. Vanessa felt the man's cock slide deeper into her cleavage, his thrusts growing more forceful with each passing moment. His hands gripped her tits tightly, squeezing them together as he continued to piston his hips. She couldn't believe this was happening to her, that she was actually being used like this.

But to her surprise, it felt less embarrassing, knowing that the man couldn't actually recognize her. The man continued to pound his hips against Vanessa's breasts, his heavy breathing and moans filling the small booth. Suddenly she felt his hot seed shoot onto her chest, causing a warm, sticky mess between them. He pulled out of her cleavage with a satisfied groan. Next, Vanessa could hear the tap running as the man probably washed his spent cock. The tap went silent and Vanessa could feel the man's hands return to her chest one final time to wipe off the mess with a tissue. Then she heard the clinking of a belt buckle and zipper and finally the door close and shut.