He Shows Her

"Well it definitely has something to do with this..." Sam said as he stood up, placing his fully erect dick on the steel table.

The woman's eyes went wide. She opened her mouth and covered it in mock surprise. "Oh!" she said. "have you been hiding that under the table the whole time!?" She stood up and walked around to his side of the table. She sidled up close to him, locked her hazel eyes to his and asked, "I bet you want to me to grab your cock and stroke it, don't you?" Sam simply nodded in reply.

"And then maybe I could get down on my knees and suck it?" She asked. Again, he nodded.

"And what about my tits? What would you want to do them?" She asked.

He hesitated at first, but he saw from the look on her face that she wanted him to play along. "Well I'd squeeze them, lick them, suck them..."

"What about your cock?" She asked, suggesting mock-concern. "Would you fuck my tits with your sloppy spit-covered cock?" The suggestion made Sam's cock throb hard.

Seeing his reaction, the woman shot a quick, but deliberate glance at the glass. It was a test, he realized. He wondered how many people were on the other side, and what they were looking for.

She detached from Sam's side, returned to her side of the table, then started fondling boobs through her clothes. "What's next?" She asked.

"I would stand you up," he said, finally showing a little confidence, "then bend you over this table and fuck you so hard your body will shake that door loose."

Suddenly, as if possessed by the thought, she gasped and slammed the top half of her body against the table. She ground her tits against the cold steel and writhed as if what he said was really happening. Locking her gaze on him again, she slid her hand back to her exposed pussy and slipped a finger inside.

"Unnnnnhhhhhhhhh," she moaned long and deep as if she had just finished holding her breath. Every time she sawwed her fingers — first one, then two — in and out of her tight, wet hole, she throttled herself forward as if someone was slamming their hips into hers.

Sam wasn't sure what to do. He desperately wanted to walk around the table and show her how much more she'd enjoy the real thing, but he also knew it was a test. He got the sense that wasn't what she (or the people watching) had in mind. So, instead, he just watched and felt his balls churn more and more cum for the mysterious woman as she fucked herself harder and harder. As she moaned louder and louder, he started to squirm.