A big, sloppy kiss

"Hi," I said back, leaning towards him and gently guiding him with a hand behind his head into a kiss. He accepted it, locking lips with me fairly chastely before I opened my mouth some, turning it into an aggressive french kiss. I slid my tongue across his, his hands moving behind my head and back as we kissed. A few minutes in we separated, panting and locking eyes. I could tell he was already ready to go, if I gave the word, but I smirked and leaned back into my seat.

"Ready to go, then?" I asked, as he shifted into drive and took off. I was horny too from the kiss, but figured it'd be better to wait a little while. I glanced now and then at his crotch, checking out little lump from his friend down there as I ignored his sideways looks at my legs and tits. I considered flashing him or something, but that seemed too dangerous with him driving.

The sex shop was at the end of a little run-down strip mall with a laundromat and Thai restaurant, tucked away from the road. Vicky's Secrets did not seem like a classy place, but it looked relatively clean and safe from the outside. A few cars parked right outside showed it wasn't completely empty, but wasn't too busy either.

"Want me to stay in the car?" Paul asked, turning towards me as he put the car in park.

"Of course not!" I said, unbuckling my seatbelt and opening the door, as he did the same, "I need your advice on what to get. Plus, if you see something you want me to wear you can let me know."

He chuckled at that, following me in as I opened the door. There was a distinctive tang of sex musk or something in the shop, adding to the atmosphere. The front area by us was a little bigger than a gas station shop, with walls stuffed and covered with sex toys and plastic-packaged lingerie and more, with an unmanned cash register and a bell near the door. We meandered through the few aisles, stopping at the vibrators and dildos covering the back wall, both of us inspecting them. Right in the middle of the section was a door labelled 'Booths' with the sound of porn just barely audible behind it. As we were choosing between the two finalists for vibrators, and Paul had picked out a nice kitten costume for me, a couple came out of the 'Booths' area. They giggled, making eye contact with us, and I couldn't help but notice the little splotch of cum hanging on the girl's bangs. I almost wanted to tell her, but they were gone before I could say anything.

I had figured it was gloryholes back there, but I wasn't sure. Inquisitively, I opened the door a little with Paul right behind me. There was a dimly lit and bare hallway, with three doors on either side. Boldly, now, I opened it all the way and walked in.

"What are you doing?" Paul asked, following me in. The door made a low thunk as it closed, sealing us in with only the sound of porn and the absolutely overwhelming smell of sperm and sweat.

"Just wanted to see what was back here," I replied. The locks on all of the left side were green, unoccupied, while one on the back right was red. Before I had time to decide if I wanted to risk some stranger trying to get me to suck him off, Paul opened the closest right side one and stuck his head in. Throwing caution to the wind, I quickly got into the middle right booth and locked the door. A few seconds later, I heard the booth Paul was looking at close too, and saw his eye peering through the gloryhole between us. The little screen to my left was playing loud porn, with a timer showing it still had an hour, and there was a folding chair in the corner.

I got down on my knees, looking back at Paul through the hole, then opened my mouth wide and nearly put it against the gloryhole. He seemed startled and pulled back, but I was soon rewarded with the sound of him unzipping. The tip of his cock pressed through the hole onto my waiting tongue, still fairly soft. I started licking and kissing his head, feeling it balloon and harden in my mouth as I started sucking the head while ever so gently licking the tip where his urethra was. He was hard before I had to wait long, his whole length pressed through the gloryhole and straining at attention.

I started making long licks up and down his shaft, then stroking him with both my hands while I kissed and licked his tip. He was just as big as the pictures he sent made him out to be, and extremely hard. I tried to properly blow him, but I couldn't keep my teeth from scraping him too much as I did. Instead, I kept teasing and playing with him while my hands did most of the work, pulling my pants and underwear down so I could finger myself. Quickly I was sopping down there, and I could barely stroke him with one hand, so I made the decision to get some for myself too. Pulling away from him, I stood and leaned over, using the chair for support as I pressed my dripping pussy against him.

He tentatively thrust in response, sliding against my clit and sending a shudder up my spine. I reached down with one hand and guided him to my pussy, gently pushing him into me. He immediately slid forward, as I moved back and pressed him as deeply into me as I could, my ass against the wall as his wide cock opened me up. I leaned forward, ever so gently pulling him out as he tried to press his cock deeper, then slowly pushed against him until he was balls deep again. I upped the speed gradually, bouncing against the wall as he matched me and I started to moan and gasp from him fucking me.

Just as I reached my first orgasm, I noticed a little eye watching from the wall in front of me. It quickly moved away, only to be replaced by a slightly above average, dark-brown cock. The booth wasn't very large, so I couldn't help but nearly have it touching my face. It was clear the guy was turned on watching me from the precum dripping off the tip; the question was, would I do anything about it? The cock's arrival had done nothing to change the fact that I was on the verge of orgasm, and my decision was postponed as my world shook and my womb tried to milk Paul's cock for everything in it.